All Of Us Are Dead — Incorrect Quotes (spoiler)

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐲/𝐧

A/N : HAPPY BDAY ZHONGLI AND HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE !!!! 2021 has been rough with getting back into normal life on top of covid spreading and with a new variant, but i hope this post will cheer u up and let’s hope 2022 is much kinder to us (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

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STREAMER ZHONGLI????

streamer zhongli o(*°▽°*)o

pogchamp—

definitely was first in the Just Chatting, Travel & Outdoors, and possibly Food & Drinks categories in twitch at the beginning, and gained a steady following from there on !!

he unknowingly lured them in with his asmr worthy voice ( ‘◡’ )

also talks about the history of certain cultures when travelling, or the origins of foods and drinks when he’s partaking in that category

gets a lot of questions from his chat which ends up turning into everyday talks or him giving advice to ppl !! 

so his primary category is Just Chatting HSDKJ

oh !! oh !!

and his twitch user is ZhongliTV :’))

usually has lofi music in the background of his streams !!

when he first started out as a streamer, he didn’t have his webcam on, so his viewers could only hear his voice !!

not that they were complaining bc, well, who can resist zhongli’s deep voice ? 👩‍🦯

but one day, one of his viewers asked why he doesn’t use a webcam 

and this man just ,,,,

Keep reading

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YOU'D COME OVER RIGHT? ( scaramouche realises he still wants you to be there until the end ).

— genres: ficlet. hurt / comfort. — cw : breakups, crying, skinship. — characters : scaramouche x gn!reader.

inhale, exhale.

there's a desolate silence that stretches between the two of you, amplifying the painfully clear distance that has only grown since the last time you've met.

"why are you here?"

your voice comes off a lot colder than you'd expected. a chill runs down your spine and you see scara's grip on the doorframe tighten to the point where his knuckles turn white. there's a little part of you that almost pities him, guilty for being unwilling to welcome him back with open arms. you can barely see his eyes from how his head is turned away and his gaze is cast downward, trembling fingers closed into a fist around the string of his hoodie. his entire body shivers. whether it's from the frigid temperatures or something else, you're not entirely sure.

there's no response except the timid clearing of his throat. but he doesn't follow up with any words. there is nothing but silence that occupies the space between you two.

"i thought you told me to leave."

scara's gaze meets yours and your heart cracks a little. god, he looks so vulnerable and … weak right now. a word you never thought you'd use to describe him. tear stains streak across his cheeks and the dark circles and redness around his eyes aren't something you see very often ... if at all. nervous eyes flit back and forth between staring at you and back at the ground before they squeeze themselves shut, as if trying to block out the stark reality that both of you have no idea what to say.

actions speak for themselves, you guess.

as soon as your skin ghosts over his knuckles, his body crumples and collapses into yours with a choked sob. but he doesn't cry; no, not yet, he can't let himself break in front of you. but dragging himself to your front door like this after all that's been said and done — hasn't he already shattered?

your arm snakes around his waist carefully before closing the door and nudging him further in towards the warmth of your home. the feeling is all too familiar — it's almost like those nights after parties when he'd come home drunk with childe and they'd crash onto the couch, scara's slurred words colliding with each other into a jumbled, incoherent mess, just as his usually stiff body would slump gently into your embrace, his typically cold heart melting at your touch. yet the familiarity isn't comforting, rather, it makes your heart ache. perhaps it's the sentimentality of it all, or perhaps it's because you both know there's no way those memories could ever be relived. there are too many strings attached; you've tied yourselves to opposite sides of the room, and now you're unable to budge a single inch. yet a part of you wants to try and break away.

hesitant fingers come to grasp at your wrists and scara's violet irises gloss over in a shade of desperateness you never thought you'd see. he's always been in control ... until now, at least. he's never needed anyone. no one. he's convinced himself he can do everything on his own, that he needs nothing other than himself. after all, anyone that's come close has only ever been turned away. including you. but he can't control you now. he no longer has to encourage you to be more assertive when taking a stand, or execute plans swiftly and with confidence. you know his every thought, his every move. you're always three steps ahead. and now you've had enough of him, and you're slipping through his fingers despite the tight grip he's always had on you.

"sorry for ... coming over uninvited."

for as long as he can remember, scara has never been scared. fearless, heartless, emotionless. he has never had anything more to lose in life. but now he's afraid you'll leave. now he realises he never wanted you to think he'd given up on staying.

he'll fix himself. he'll fix everything, all the broken parts of him and all the shattered parts of you.

"you can just keep coming over. anytime."

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hiii. if it's okay, may i request for oh joon young x reader headcanons wherein they both have feelings for each other and the reader is like his study buddy or smthn. btw, i love your works! it gives me life 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

— study me

joon-young x gn!reader | 1.1k words

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of throwing yourself off a cliff, that’s it i think. and reader and joonyoung being awkward /hj lmfao

synopsis: you and joonyoung are used to having study sessions. you’re both used to eventually losing focus on your work and taking turns at “sneakily” staring at each other. one day, you confess your crush.

author’s note: dude. anon thank you So much for requesting for him i love him so much i lowkey squealed when i got ur request. thank you for requesting, and i hope you like it! edit: i only now realized you asked for headcanons. i’m sorry anon i’m a dumbass😭

Page three-hundred-and-thirteen. You sighed deeply, running a hand over your face as an attempt to get the tiredness off of it, before turning the page of your textbook.

Your eyebrows raised, unimpressed.

“Pi.” you and Joonyoung both said in sync. That earned a chuckle from you, in the midst of your slight despair. You looked up at your study partner to see he looked just as exhausted. Joonyoung was a good student. He studied properly, and put studying above many things other students wouldn’t. He kept going on about how “even if it’s annoying, I can’t get anywhere in life without good grades— not in this world”. He was right, unfortunately, but that was more reason to study with him.

It wasn’t some sort of official agreement to become study buddies. You’d just been meeting at the library more and more often, and given you were both in the same class, you’d decided to approach him at some point to ask if you could study besides him. You vividly remembered how frozen he looked as he stared at you that day— It was almost funny how caught-off-guard he looked. But he agreed, eventually. And so now, you always studied together.

But it was still tiring.

Your cheek landed on your hand and you stared. He readjusted his glasses, and took a deep breath, eyes scanning over the pages. You couldn’t say you’d only now noticed how pretty his eyes looked, especially during the times you’d spend studying, under the afternoon sun. You couldn’t say you’d only now noticed how attractive his facial features in general were, how nice his lips looked… Ah.

Yes, you had a crush on him. You didn’t do much to hide it, but didn’t do much to show it either. You just… Were pretty obvious in the way you looked at him each time you’d see each other. Daesu had hit the back of your chair in class one day to tell you to stop staring at him like that or “he might think you have a crush on him”. But well, that was true. And almost everyone close to you was aware of it by now.

Joonyoung pretended not to notice your gaze on him, hoped his face wasn’t overly red, and acted as if his mind was actually registering any words his eyes looked over. He couldn’t focus. How could anyone expect him to focus when you were staring at him so intently? It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed it; not that you were very subtle with it, but oh well.

He glanced up at you, and suddenly your eyes were back on your textbook. He sighed quietly and licked his lips nervously. You looked awfully attractive when you were focused. Or at least, when you pretended to be focused. You were always attractive, if he was honest. Joonyoung was honest, but he wasn’t lying to anyone— Since no one had asked him if he liked you, he had no one to lie to. He was honest. And you were honestly the most beautiful person in the entire school.

“Do you like me?”

He gulped, blinked, and froze. The words repeated at least five times in his mind for him to register what you were asking. You’d asked in such a casual way, not even bothering to look up when you did that he… Had a hard time believing he’d heard it right. So he cleared his throat. “What?”

You looked up this time. You looked nervous.

“I asked; do you like me?”

He repeated the same cycle. Gulp, blink, freeze. Then rethink over the question. He didn’t feel the need to lie, but there was a very high possibility that despite your very obvious staring at him, you could not like him back and therefore he’d only keep this moment in his box of embarrassing memories. The type that keeps you wanting to throw yourself off a cliff for several days afterwards and comes back to bother you months later, making you want to throw yourself off a cliff just as much as when it happened, if not even more.

Nevertheless.

“Why do you ask?”

That was not a lie. That was a question. He was avoiding answering, sure. But it wasn’t a lie. His teeth dug into the inside of his lip in nervousness.

“Because.” you said. “I want to know.”

You were making things complicated. The look on your face didn’t help him know wether or not you were aware of that.

“Well,” he chuckled nervously, looking down and moving his pen between his fingers in rapid motions. He was quiet for a moment, thinking about how to reply, before he finally looked up at you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

You visibly shivered, then shook your head and looked away. He followed your gaze. You were staring at a paper on the table, your fingers fiddling with its edge. “Why?”

Now that was mean. But he had a counter argument prepared for this one.

“Because it kind of looks like you’re studying me more than the textbook?” he said, and it came off as a question more than a statement. Nevertheless, he sounded confident enough. He was not. But he sounded like it, which was good. If you were to make fun of him for some reason he could play it off as a joke more easily, this way.

“Well, you have a pretty face.” you said casually, nodding to yourself with a slight pout, before looking up at him. He had to cough so he wouldn’t choke on his own saliva. Your own statement made you more flustered than you’d like to admit. It seemed like he felt the same.

He scratched the side of his face, the tapping of his pen against his open textbook filling the silence around the two of you. He nodded in acknowledgement, at last, and pursed his lips. “Thanks. Uh, you too. You look nice.”

You cracked a smile. “Thanks.”

Quiet. You opened your mouth to speak, but Jooyeon beat you to it.”

“I do like you.”

The silence was overwhelming. Your heart was beating so fast— You couldn’t look him in the eye again for now. It was too hard. You staggered a bit, hand moving to scratch your head, and all you could get out for a few seconds was a nervous chuckle. Then you composed yourself to the best of your ability. “Good. Because I like you too.” and this time you said it while looking him in the eye. You had the pleasure of watching his expression go through 5 different emotions before he looked away and covered the lower half of his face.

“That’s good.”

“It is.”

You both shared a look, and nodded, then cleared your throats and went back to studying. You went five minutes in silence before it was broken again.

“Do you wanna date?”

“Yeah.”

You both looked at each other and nodded, before going back to work, hearts pounding and smiles pulling at your lips. This was nice.

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sagittarius + scaramouche + drabble + fluff (and happy 1k!! :3)

deal with the devil (drabble)

penpal: hope this is to your liking, anon!

prompt: sagittarius the archer, time-stop soulmate au (soulmate au whereas time stops when two soulmates look at each other)

pairing/s: scaramouche x gn!reader

sypnosis: when yae miko request you to follow the traveler and help him in the shadows, you certainly didn’t expect to meet your soulmate at a crucial time.

includes: spoilers to 2.1 archon quest, scaramouche calls you a loser, fluff/no-angst

// SPOILERS TO 2.1 ARCHON QUEST //

"you should follow the traveler when you have the chance. who knows if he'll come across to one of those harbingers." your friend says, causing you to look at her instead of instead of the traveler– who's currently running away from sangonomiya kokomi's residence after finding out the truth of the fallen soldiers. "i'm sure you've seen how powerful they are." she adds, crossing her arms with a small smile.

you continue to stay silent. sure, you could go to the traveler and watch until they need more help, but what can you do if a harbinger actually appears? you unfortunately aren't experience in combat.

yae miko seemed to read your mind. "you don't have to worry about having to fight them. you can simply tell them to back away from you and aether in exchange of this;" she suddenly pulls something out from her hidden pocket, causing your eyes to widen in shocked at the sight of the familiar shape of a gnosis.

how on earth did she get that?

she giggles at the sight of your shocked reaction. "you don't have to immediately give it to them since aether is strong enough to take them down. just give it when needed."

you furrowed your eyebrows. "why do you want me to follow the traveler anyway?"

"i have my reasons. i'll tell you soon when you come back with him and his companion." she answers, handing you the gnosis for you to take.

"so, are you going to do it or should i do the dirty work myself?"

–

as you enter the delusions factory, your eyes immediately lands on the piled up bodies of fatui members, causing you to furrow your eyebrows at the gruesome sight.

you continue to walk towards the place, trying to ignore the corpses around you. has the honorary knight been this merciless? you honestly couldn't blame him. not after witnessing the tragic fate of one of the soldiers that aether seemed to be close to.

it didn't take long before you finally saw the traveler slaughtering every single fatui members who were getting in his way, causing you to watch the gruesome show while hiding in plain sight.

"don't be intimidated. lord harbinger will be here soon." one of the fatui agents says to the remaining troops before getting knocked out.

lord harbinger, huh? you thought to yourself. i wonder which harbinger will arrive.

as soon as you think about the harbinger, you immediately spotted a man walking inside the room, causing your heart to drop.

"you actually managed to find this place.. congratulations." he comments, crossing his arms as aether immediately fixes his battle stance, his dull blade aiming at the balladeer's directoon. "hah, barely two words in and you already look like you want me dead."

"you're manufacturing delusions." aether speaks up, his voice echoes around the room.

scaramouche gave him an amused look. "oh, so that's what this is about."

as the harbinger continues to have a conversation with aether, you suddenly look down at where the gnosis is hidden, waiting for something to happen for you to finally escort the honorary knight to yae.

it took a few minutes until paimon's cries catches your attention from the gnosis, your breath hitches at the sight of aether– who was currently kneeling down on the ground as a purple haze starts to envelop him.

you look at where scaramouche is, watching him laughing manically at the sight of the fallen traveler. "that's it, just like that! embrace the anger... EMBRACE IT!"

the moment the traveler fell down to the ground, you find yourself standing up from the ground and head towards to the scene and glare daggers at the harbinger– who hasn't noticed your presence yet until–

"balladeer,"

scaramouche seems to be taken back by surprise from your sudden intrusion, now looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. you thought he felt intimidated by you, causing you to feel confident in yourself.

"i will not allow you to fight the traveler." you explained, standing between scaramouche and aether with an intimidating look plastered on your face. "i'm sure you know that he's valuable to inazuma's fate and is off-limits to harbingers like you, so try and not mess with me–"

"and why pray tell should i obey a nobody like you?" he asks, crossing his arms. "if anything, i think you should be scared of even trying to face against someone like me."

you couldn't help but smile, bringing out the one thing that he– alongside the other harbingers– have been looking for for the sake of pleasing the tsaritsa. "does this answer your question, dear balladeer?"

his eyes slightly widens at the sight of the gnosis on your hand. "how the hell did you–?!"

"i have my ways," you interrupted, taking a few steps backwards from him in fear of the harbinger suddenly trying to grab it form your grasp. "that's honestly none of your business, don't you think?"

he watched as you started playing with the piece, trying to prevent yourself from laughing at the sight of his shocked face. "now, does this give you enough approval in not laying another hand on the traveler?" you ask, still smiling at the man.

scaramouche continues to stare at the gnosis, tempted to just steal it and never come back to this hellhole until the tsaritsa assigns him go back here again.

with thoughts swirling through his mind, scaramouche glances back at aether, who seems to still be unconscious. which one would be beneficial more to the tsaritsa? a gnosis or the head of the traveler.

with a small sigh, the harbinger nods defeatedly and reaches his hand out for you to give him the gnosis. "i suppose i'll spare the so-called honorary knight's life." he says, watching as you willingly place the gnosis on his hand.

"may we not see each other again, balladeer." you spoke up, turning away from his direction and immediately went to the traveler–

wait

why... why is everything frozen?

you blink a few times, thinking you were hallucinating from the overwhelming aura around the room, only to realize that everything except you and scaramouche is indeed frozen in time.

don't tell me...

it was scaramouche's turn to smirk, satisfied with your changed reaction as he lets out a chuckle.

"took you long enough to realize that i'm your soulmate, loser."

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The Taste of Deceit: Hyungline Part 2 Finale (Namjoon 2/2)

The Taste of Deceit Masterlist

Hyungline: Part 1, Part 2(Jin and Yoongi, Hoseok), Part 1/2

Warning- Blood, violence

Unedited. Kindly excuse my errors. if you find anything significantly wrong, please let me know.

This has to be my most annoying experience with Tumblr.

The club was packed. Packed to the brim.

Neon lights flickered along with artificial smoke as the beat made the crowd cheer and hoot, raise their hands as the DJs played mash hits. It was the party season and those who could afford to be in any of Lee Henchin's clubs were having a blast.

A shadow moved seamlessly between the dancing and grinding bodies. Smoke, alcohol and even white power on some. As midnight occurred, the beats grew more intense. But the shadow glided towards the underground kitchen.

.

"We are done for the night." Lee Henchin plopped down on the velvet sofa, throwing his head back.

"Thanks man." He thanked his guest who poured him a drink before filling is own glass.

"My pleasure." the man smiled before taking gulp.

"Now that we are free, we can speak of what is truly important. So, Mr Park. It would have been an honour though, had your boss graced his place with his presence."

"I suppose you have the information what happened with the deal regarding the gulf shipment."

"I have heard about the deal and how terribly wrong it went. It's a joint-loss." Henchin nodded as he took a swig before refilling his glass.

Mr Park observed him. For moments, none of them spoke.

"He wants a favour."

The hallway on the second floor was lit up with neon green and blue, but a certain turn led to a corridor plunged in red. The trolley rolled smoothly though the surface– the three-tire filled bottles of scotch and bourbon, ice– mixers and garnishes. It was a bar on wheels.

Henchin would leave no stone unturned in providing the best hospitality to people important to him– those who could bring him profit.

"Nobody has seen him for a while now Mr Park. There are rumours floating all around."

Mr Park only smiled before finishing his drink.

"Lets get down to business shall we?"

.

The smooth roll of the three tired tray came to a quiet stop as soon as a hand rose in the air.

"We need to check your ID first." The imposing man loomed over six feet.

"But I work here."

"It's Boss' order. Now, ID please." he demanded gruffly, leaving no room for argument.

"Sure." The waitress nodded and turned her eyes to her side to pull out the exclusive ID Card.

.

"Why not Gangnam? There are still many clubs waiting for their share– they paid millions Mr Park."

"There is a shift in priority Henchin. You are our most important distributor– you wield influence over the market here like no other. We have expectations for you."

'Well, Gangnam is where most of the money flows from and–"

"Twelve million."

"Sorry?"

"Twelve million, in dollars. Last time it was six right, we offer you a deal of twelve million dollars."

All incoming excuses dried up in Henchin's mouth as she leaned back to weigh his options and profits."

"You can think closely of it for now. Excuse me." With that Mr Park excused himself to the restroom.

.

The bodyguard frowned.

"This is not—"

His head jerked back before he could finish his words. The bullet was faster.

The other three guards jumped to action even before the dead guard's body touched the ground.

(Y/N) jumped on one of them, locking his head between her head while leveraging the position to shoot down two of the guards in succession.

The man in her hold elbowed her back as they both landed on the ground, struggling to gain control. (Y/N) did not leave his head, her knees tightened around his neck while she blocked another blow from him.

His leg latched on to her arm blocked his elbow, managing to free his hand from her grip. Instead, it stretched and reached for her throat. She jabbed her elbow on his arm with enough force to bend it. He screamed in agony and that gave her all the time to shoot him right in his head.

Blood splashed on the floor as the man lay dead with open eyes.

(Y/N) looked up at the sound of rushing footsteps. Of course...

She fired at the approaching men while unlatching the dead man from her. Three more silenced gunshots fired at the men– mission one, injuring the other and killing one with a headshot.

When they fired, their gunshots alerted the whole floor.

"Shit!"

She had rolled away at the right moment but a bullet did manage to graze her arm. She breathed deeply as pain spread across her arm, but there was no room to rest. Quickly grabbing the dead guard's gun, she shot the attackers dead.

But of course, this was not the end. Cursing, she took the now dead guards' guns. She needed them. And more. Rushing towards the beginning of the corridor, she used the wall as a shield, slowing them down as she fired at them. Two of them down. Four three bullets gone, and the other three had ducked behind walls as well.

Great!

She hissed, narrowly missing a bullet when her injured arm was strained further, drawing out more blood. But she had no time to tend to that.

As soon as another head peeked out, she fired. A head shot– one more down. But there was no time to engage in a gunfire battle for long. Firing another round, she managed to injure another before bolting towards the room Henchin was at.

Quickly grabbing the ID now speckled with blood,  she inserted it to a slit and the door unlocked.

She shot the first guard who came into view. Then using the door to shield herself from other bullets, she shot the nearest attacker's foot, earning a pained scream but he managed to swing his arm. She blocked it mid-air, stabbing her feet on his shot foot– but his scream was caught midway when she shot him in the neck while shutting the door lock.

Henchin's scream vaguely reached her ears as he scrambled to get away.

"KILL HER! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?"

.

The muffled sounds of gunshots echoed in the isolated restroom as Mr Park calmly fixed the buttons of his suit. His eyes gleamed with the ghost of a smile as he checked his watch.

.

She groaned at one of the his men kicked the back of her knee, making her fall flat on the ground. His foot stomped over the back of her knee and she wheezed. She fired her gun, shooting his right on his shin. His leg moved from her and he fell on her and squeezed her injured arm.

"Argh! Son of a bitch!"

It was painful, to say the least. Using all her weight, she flipped him over and pinned him with her knees and a hand on his throat, while firing on the rest of her two attackers. She punched the man underneath her in two successive blows before looking up again.

Her eyes finally found her target scrambling to get away or get a gun. Keeping her steeled and ranging gaze locked with his flabbergasted and terrified one, she smirked coldly and shot the man underneath her dead.

.

Mr Park's hands were tucked in his trouser pockets. The sound of crashing and breaking reached his ears. He turned his head slightly before checking his watch again.

It was time.

.

(Y/N) dodged the filled bottle of alcohol thrown at her as she dashed towards him. His hands were faster however, stabbing her on the shoulder right as she reached him grabbing his throat. She hissed, but continued to attack nevertheless.

The sound of footsteps was easily distinguishable in the otherwise deathly silent room. No hurry, no aggression, just slow, calculated steps. Both of them turned to look at Mr Park who stood at a distance.

"P-Park help me!"

Henchin demanded.

"Sure, Lee."

With that, Mr Park fired and they both stilled.

(Y/N) frowned when no bullet reached her, but instead, she turned to see the last of Henchin's men in the room drop dead.

But the distraction was enough for him to spring to action.

"FUCK YOU!"

In a moment, Henchin flipped her down, grabbing his previously discarded tie and wrapping it around her neck while he tried to stab her. He was going for her eye but one hand grabbed his wrist while the other went to poke his eye. The lapse in his strength gave her the perfect opportunity to bend his hand and jabbed the knife into his neck.

She blinked and her face was marred with his blood.

Finally, gaining the upper hand, she flipped him off and before he could move further, fired three shots at him.

Breathless, worn out and beat, she lay on the floor. Her throat parched, her body aching and her eyes filled up with unshed tears. One stray drop escaped through the corner of her eyes. The ceiling above was lit with golden lights but all she could see was her father's face.

"Are you crazy? We can't let you go alone!" Kyong would not relent, no matter what.

"This is personal Kyong. This is my battle."

He shook his head "I know you blame yourself for Dok's—"

"Henchin's men came that night. He was the one behind my father's murder Kyong. I saw it all unfold, hiding. And I could not do anything..."

"You were a child! What else could you do?" Han spoke up this time.

"But now I can...And I will. I can't let you both risk everything this time."

"But—"

"Kyong, please. You both want to help me? Ease my way in. Try to cover up for me...Even if I do not return."

"You are your father's daughter (Y/N). I had only heard of that man." Kyong was finally relenting.

"I am." her eyes moved to the tiger stuff toy sitting behind a shelf.

She understood the meaning behind her father's last gift now.

"If you are not back in an hour, (Y/N), we are coming up. No matter what happens."

"Kyong is right. One hour (Y/N) and you let us know if something goes wrong."

With a long sigh, she nodded.

The sound of sauntering footsteps and the glass shards crunching beneath the shoes brought her back to reality.

"My Lady..."

The voice was mellifluous but held a certain dip to it. His face cam into view before he offered his hand. Begrudgingly, she accepted it and stood up, finally feeling all the injuries hit her now that the adrenaline had left her body. His grip did not loosen though, instead, he turned it into a handshake.

"I'm Jimin. Park Jimin."

She nodded, still assessing him.

Why did he help her? Why was there not any sigh of caution or strain in his body language?

He was confident, calm, collected. He was no ordinary man.

"Oh, sorry, I never had the chance to meet you. Before hyung could introduce you us...You flew away."

Her frown smoothened in recognition.

Of course, he was Kim Namjoon's man. And the way he addressed the Underworld leader, she concluded that he was a part of Namjoon's close circle.

"How is he?"

Jimin smiled "Why don't you find out yourself?" with that, he fished out his phone and dialled a number before offering her his phone. Reluctantly, she took it.

"Hello? Jimin, any updates?"

Her heart skipped a beat. It had felt like an eternity. There was silence when she did not reply before he broke it himself

"(Y/N)?" There was a tremble in his voice.

"How are you Namjoon?" she finally asked.

"Your shot my shoulder when you could aim for my head. It just proves your love."

She shut her eyes and licked her lips.

"We can never be one Namjoon..."

"I could have saved Henchin...But I wanted to prove you my love."

"I don't doubt your love Namjoon...Think of it as wrong person, worst time. And forget me."

She heard him chuckle through the phone.

"You can run...for now. Not for long. I will find you Little Bird. i will reach you and then we can defy time, circumstances and the bloody destiny."

(Y/N) stood in silence as her stare hardened.

"You can try."

With that, she hung up and returned the phone to Jimin.

"It was nice meeting you, Mr Park."

Jimin smiled and nodded.

"Likewise." He replied as he watched her walk away. A bit slow, slightly limping but with a good grasp over her gun.

***

Finally, finished it.

2023 was a year. There was so much happening and going with the flow was the only option.

I tend to let things sink in before I fully assess and feel the intensity of my emotions. And BTS' enlistment was no different. Yes, Jin and Jhope's last MVs brought tears to my eyes, but none of their buzz-cut photos did. Then, before going to bed, I saw Namjoon's Instagram story before he joined the bootcamp...And I burst into tears. There were several reason, several aspects, my loss, my hopelessness, the post just acted as a trigger.

I used to think that I could always comfort myself, that I could handle things on my own--as I always have done. But that night, I realised how battered and tired I were. The year sucked me dry somehow, or maybe it was the final straw. But I realised that now and then, i need another person's comfort too. That sharing my grief with the right people would not make me a burden.

I think this is one of the reasons why this reaction stretched so much. It's 51k words in total (Part 1 and 2)-- only for hyngline. This was the way I found some comfort-- writing, and publishing it here.

So, no matter how the year went, I'm thankful to all of you for reading my stories.

A very happy and prosperous new year ahead my friends.

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Kept Jewel

A request done for @vilithshaven and @that-one-lilith <3 this was supposed to be out last night because i put it in queue but then later forgot to put it back there after editing it some fkjejjre

Fyi this is NOT sagau!!

Warnings: yandere content, minor character death of someone who's only there for two seconds, reader is implied afab and uses she/her pronouns, kidnapping and imprisonment.

For as long as you remember, your world had been full of vibrant, bright colors. The grass had always been green and the sky blue and the sun a glowy yellow and thus you had never suspected that it was rather unusual for someone so young to have already met their soulmate— that was because you didn't know about soulmates and the little connection between meeting their eyes for the same time, the world finally blooming in color for the two half-souls that had been separated long before their creation.

You had been an orphan, placed under the tender care of the elders of Higi Village. When you heard the tales they told, you merely assumed they were just that— fairy tales meant to brighten up the children's days and to give them a new game of pretending they could not see colors, using whatever words they could use to describe something without mentioning its color. 

Higi Village, before the curse of Tatarigami completely spread through the land and polluted everything in its wake, before the Vision Hunt Decree and the Sakuko Decree, had been happy to accept visitors and outlanders, often showing them the wonderful sights and the mines and all the cute little trinkets handmade from the ores. 

One such visitor had been the strangest person you'd met— a beautiful boy with long, midnight blue hair, eyes as purple as the Shogun's lightning and Electro yet he'd been so sweet and gentle you had felt ashamed of thinking of him like that. Kunikuzushi, he'd introduced himself, his smile making his eyes crinkle just the slightest bit. A wandering vagrant. 

He has entertaining tales to tell, little superstitions and stories from the rest of his travels and so in return you tell him of your own stories, laughing under your breath when you talk about soulmates and colors. Why wouldn't you? Color has always been visible in your life as far as you were aware, and thus that was more than enough proof for you that soulmates simply did not exist. 

Foolish, young and naive you remains unaware of the bright gleam in his eyes. 

He leaves, eventually. He is a vagrant and a traveller after all, and still has many places to see. He is not the first visitor to grace Higi Village nor is he the last, and so you forget him just as you have eventually forgotten all other visitors. 

But he has not forgotten you. 

He is unable to forget you, the one person who does not know about their soulmate's existence. The one who does not know about soulmates at all. 

That was more than alright for Kunikuzushi or as he goes by now, Scaramouche. You were his; you were clearly meant for him alone— he who has no soulmate, for he is a puppet more than a human and not even the archons can dictate which souls belong to one another, but Scaramouche knows that you and him are meant to be together for how else could you remain so oblivious to the truth if not for the threads tying you two so intricately? If you were meant for whoever had let you see, then they obviously weren't important enough if you have not met them ever again. 

You are his. So he returns to Higi Village, and at what an opportune time, too! The Tatarigami has truly and well stripped the island of all its previous glory, and all the Shogun and her little military had done was create a furnace to harness it, rather than ridding the island of it. All of it means he is right to come for you; he will take you away from this barren island to somewhere safe and secure, where only he may have have access to you—

He finds you amidst his musings, asleep and curled under the shade of a wilting sakura tree. A meagre shelter against the battering rain and the lightning striking the sky in a maelstrom of color, but shelter nonetheless. 

They've kicked you out just as I payed them to. Wonderful. 

He picks you up— and oh, you aren't asleep, but rather passed out. Your body is sweating and heated, and now that he is close enough he could hear how nasally your breath was. You are sick, he realizes with a chuckle. All the better for him, really. With you sick and weak and so clearly starved, it will be easy for him to convince you to stay with him.

And so he took you, sick and weak and vulnerable, back to a place he'd created solely for the two of you. You will be safe here, where nobody but him will ever interact with you; where your soulmate will never find you; where you are far too grateful to have a stable roof over your head and a warm meal three times a day to complain about Kunikuzushi being strangely affectionate with you. 

It makes something cold and uncomfortable curl in your stomach when he holds you, someone practically a stranger to you yet he adores you as though you've known him for centuries. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't eventually forgotten Kunikuzushi in the sea of visitors of Higi Village, but it appears that he has not forgotten you— each night you find yourself in his arms despite how uncomfortable you are, listening to his awful whispers of how he'll keep you by his side for all eternity, of how beautiful you look and how you belong to him.

But it is either this or being left to fend for yourself on an island that is no longer suitable for living and that has kicked you out— you both know this, and so you bite down on your tongue and let him be as affectionate and controlling with you as he wants even if it feels stifling and scary at times.

Scaramouche is not fond of leaving you alone in the mansion, but sometimes needs must. Sure he can order any of the maids that have strict instructions not to ever show their face to interact with you, but he does not yet trust you and them enough not to try and pull some stunt to escape, despite how well-behaved you are and how you're slowly starting to lean into his touches, smiling just a bit and no longer always asking to go outside.

He's sure you'd be horrified if you realized you've come to like your kidnapper caretaker's company, so he doesn't bring it up but nonetheless it still makes him quite smug and all the more convinced of his beliefs. 

He wants your every second of wakefulness and otherwise, he wants your attention and your focus and everything that you have to give and everything that he has to take— these are all reasons why he hates leaving you, but he's still a Harbinger and he has duties to fulfil for her Imperial Majesty the Tsaritsa of Zapolyarny Palace, and among those duties is pest control. 

Certain agents have less loyalty than they should, and some of them often try to do a funny little thing where they sell information to other groups in and outside of the nation of everlasting winter. These agents need to be put down, so to speak, and Scaramouche is here just to do so and then return back to you, his dear unknowing wife.

The Fatui have long since marked out the location of their little hideout, so Scaramouche does not need dally by searching around before he and some of his own men are already tearing it apart, the little traitors soon captured and presented to him. 

He orders the rest, save for their Inazuman leader, to be killed. Let him see what will be his fate as well, he thinks with a nasty chuckle. 

Scaramouche is thinking of you even here— he hopes you haven't gotten bored of all the books he's left for you, or perhaps you're now doing some embroidery? Hmm, while he can't have you speaking with others that doesn't mean he can't give you a little pet to spend your days with— 

Scaramouche doesn’t give the leader a chance to beg for mercy before his Electro has surged through his hands and catalyst. The sooner he kills this little pest, the sooner he can get you back in his arms. 

He expects many things for his return— he does not expect to find you crying and panicking, pacing in circles in your lavish bedroom. Upon seeing him, he is further surprised by you throwing your arms around him and sobbing. 

"Beloved, what's wrong? Has anybody hurt you?-" 

"Kuni, I- I can't see colors anymore, I can't what color is the sky or- or what color your eyes are, everything's black and white," your voice shakes and trembles with your cries. "Why can't I- why can't I see?" 

Scaramouche's mind is reeling with just how good this opportunity is. Your soulmate is dead, and now you can truly, fully belong to him. 

He pulls you even closer, making soft shushing noises and caressing your hair. "I don't know, darling," he lies as easily as breathing— even easier, as he doesn't really need to do the latter to live. "Calm down, my beloved, I'll try to search for a cure and an answer. But for now, stay with me?" 

You are still crying, but that's alright: Scaramouche gathers you in his arms and pretends expertly as though he's as confused and worried as you are when in truth he's quite happy about this new development. 

"Oh my darling wife, it's alright, I have you now," he keeps murmuring to you, smug in the way you don't protest but nod your head. Oh dear, it truly is bothering you huh? "You belong to me, I'll keep you safe and sound, my love. Only stay good for me. . ." 

He takes you to your bed, slow and steady to keep you from asking him to leave. He does not falter in telling you little "assurances", but if the way you keep yourself so unusually close to his side then he knows that you find comfort in his presence and his words. 

Mine. He thinks with delight at feeling you still crying yet keeping your arms around him, so desperate for his comfort and who is he to deny his lovely wife anything her heart wants? 

You're my soulmate. 

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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!”

“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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November Sun | jjk

☆summary: whenever he breaks, the november sun shines on him. and jungkook chases you across the sky - but you've gone some place he can't reach you now.

☆pairing: Jungkook x reader (I genuinely don't think the gender is ever mentioned? please let me know if it is so I can adjust this here), mentions-ish of Namjoon x reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, it deals with heavy themes)

☆genre: grief au/funeral au?, exes au, angst

☆warnings: angst, like. Just angst. OC is dead and Jungkook is grieving her. Curses words, very light mentions of sex, flashbacks of moments when jungkook broke. mentions of christianism (the funerals are held in a church), mentions of alcohol, jealousy. Namjoon is a broken man as well

☆word count: 3.7k

☆a/n: I started writing this tonight because I was sad and then just realized I won't have the strength to look back on it ever again so I'm posting it even tho it hasn't been beta-ed, and even tho the person that makes my moodboards is unavailable rn. Idc. It needed to be out of my system, and now it is.

☆a/n pt2: I know this piece is extremely heavy. If you ever need to speak, please reach out to me. My blog is a safe space for every single one of you <3

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                The church is a tall building. Grand, elegant in its simplicity, though it cuts against the blue sky up above in stark lines, shaped like a prison.

Jungkook thinks life has become a prison a while ago.

It’s a mystery, why your family chose this space for your funeral. You never believed, never practiced. Is it a betrayal to mark your passing in a space that feels so unlike you?

Jungkook thinks it is.

He sighs, chases the heaviness away the same way the clouds chase themselves in the sky up above. He doesn’t know how the sun is shining in the blue expanse of the sky. It’s November, yet the day is warm, the sun is blindingly glowing. It feels like a crime – how can the sun shine in a world deprived of your existence?

Jungkook doesn’t want to know.

Only knows that he’s watched from afar the people that gathered on the front steps. Chatting, heads hung low and shoulders bent forward. He heard sniffles, he heard laughs, and he just waited for everyone to go in to get closer.

Jungkook doesn’t know why he was invited. Why someone from a distant past figured he would need to be here, to share his grief with people that could understand.

Though Jungkook thinks no one can understand.

He remembers you, in all your glory. His first love, when he had been a stupid college kid who didn’t know what he wanted in life. You were two years older, and now... and now one day he’ll be older than you. Because you've stopped aging, you came and went like a moment in time, when he'll still be here for who fucking knows how long.

He chases the thought away with a long inhale, holds the air in knowing that it’s choking him up before he lets it out on a sigh.

You were beautiful. A star that walked the Earth, only to return to the night sky above far too soon. He had loved you dearly, in his own twisted way. Had tried to be what you sought, what you needed, until he had realized he was never going to be enough.

Would you still be alive today, if he had fought harder?

*****

                “I’m not doing this,” you said. “I’m so fucking done with your indecision, with your fear of commitment.”

Jungkook scoffed. “Please, you graduated and now you think you’re so high above me. Get down from the fucking horse, Y/n, it’s not going to bring us anywhere.”

He’d said the words hoping that they would hurt you. And they did: he saw you physically recoil as if he’d punched you. As if the words had been a physical blow, and not just letters of the alphabets shaped into words and sound, into arrows to pierce that beautiful soul of yours.

“Maybe I don’t want us to go somewhere anymore,” you replied after a quiet moment of breaking hearts.

“I didn’t mean that.”

“I know.” You sighed, slightly shaking your head as your eyes fell to the floor between you and him. “I know, but I mean it.”

“Please,” was all Jungkook thought to reply.

“You say please all the time,” you told him. “You beg me, and for what? We always circle back to fighting, to hurting each other.” You paused, and though you were avoiding his features he could see you blinking back tears. “Maybe we aren’t supposed to be together at all.”

“Don’t say that,” Jungkook warned. “Don’t you fucking say that. I love you. Isn’t that enough for you?”

“I love you too, Jungkook,” you answered. “I’ve loved you since the first day I met you at that stupid party last year.”

Jungkook felt the tear rolling down his cheek, felt the gravity pulling on his heart until it was shattering on the ground.

“Then why stop now?” he asked. “Give me time, Y/n. I’ll graduate, and I’ll be able to move in with you, and to provide for you and give you everything that you need.”

You sighed heavily, finding courage to finally meet his gaze. At the stark finality shining behind your pupils, Jungkook’s knees weakened. His whole fucking body weakened, ready for the blow.

For the end that was coming for you and him like a car barreling down a dead-end street.

“But I’m tired of waiting,” you answered. “I don’t want to spend my life waiting around for someone.”

“I’m still in college, I just can’t move in with you right now…”

“I know, Jungkook. I know.”

He wanted to fight. Wanted to tell you to stay in his dorm tonight, and to never leave again. But he could tell that you were already gone.

So he steeled himself. Readied himself to let you go even though you were the blood in his veins.

“I’m holding you back, aren’t I?”

You wiped a tear on your cheek, blurring behind those in his gaze. “You are.”

He choked on a sob, hiding his eyes behind his hand as if that would stop the breaking. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you reassured him. “We just aren’t at the same place in life anymore.”

An empty silence surrounded you, so loud Jungkook could hear every beat of his heart in his ears, could feel the walls pressing in.

“I don’t want you to go,” he softly said.

“I know,” you murmured. “I…” You choked on a sob, and it took you a moment before you managed to continue. “I’m sorry.”

He laughed, a sound so devoid of joy he wondered if he’d ever feel happiness again. “Please don’t be. You’re allowed to want more.”

“I wish I didn’t.”

Anger rose up on the horizon of Jungkook’s conscience, and he pushed it away. He refused to be angry at you, refused to put the blame on you when you made it clear that you wanted him to move in so long ago, and he disregarded it without even once thinking about it.

“I’ll find you again,” he promised, voice strained and heavy with emotion. “I’ll graduate and find you.”

You stepped closer to him, gently cupping his cheek. “Go find someone that loves you for what you are, Jungkook.”

“And you don’t?”

“I don’t want you to settle for someone that asks too much for you,” you explained, renewed silver lining your eyes. “Find someone that loves you for who you are, right now.”

“Fuck that,” he choked out, and he pulled you flush against his chest. “Fuck this nonsense. ”

“I’m so sorry,” you cried against him.

“Don’t be,” he reassured you, though he was crying too. “Don’t be. Give me a few years. I’ll have it all figured out in a few years.”

*****

                The priest at the front of the church is going on and on about something that Jungkook doesn’t care to listen to. It’s impersonal, nothing like you, like the vibrant girl he remembers. So he lets his memory guide him to you, where you’re awaiting him. Your lips on his, your hand running through his hair. Your own hair catching in the wind that time you’d gone hiking, and he’d believed being at the top of the mountain with you felt like he had won in life.

Or that time you’d driven on the coast, windows down, screaming the lyrics to a song he can’t listen to anymore. Now the song is haunted by ghosts of a past he never learned to let go, perhaps because for months after the breakup he’d kept the conviction that he’d find his way back to you. He’d believed it the same way he believed the sun would always rise in the morning. A simple truth of nature, that nothing could ever break.

Except a car accident, apparently. Because all it took was a car accident to wipe you off the surface of the Earth, to take your light and shove it into shadows, into darkness and a void so wide he knows he’ll never find you again.

But he’d believed he’d find his way back to you. Never let anyone in after you, for the months and years it took him to graduate because he always knew he’d find his way back to you. You were his silver lining, the finish line at the end of the race. On a November day, just as sunny as today, Jungkook reached that finish line.

He did find you again, only you never knew.

*****

                Jungkook had never felt so light before. Like he had grown wings, like he was soaring in the clouds up above. Though the sun was out, the weather was cold, wind running cold fingers through the lapels of his coat until he found himself shivering as he made his way to the flower store.

He’d get the biggest bouquet for you, and then he’d head to where he knew from a common friend that you lived now. It was Saturday, and he hoped to catch you unaware, to catch you in the middle of cleaning your apartment the same way that you cleaned it back when you were dating.

The image of you, with your hair pulled back in a high ponytail as you danced around instead of sweeping the floor shone in his mind, brighter than the star in the sky above.

He bought the flowers, heart beating fast in his chest. Because it was time. It was finally time to go home, to tell you that he did everything he said he would, that he changed and now had a job that could support what you both wanted. He wanted to ask you out, and in his dreams you had been answering yes every single time since he had decided to go see you.

His heart fluttered as he gently rested the flowers on his passenger seat, careful not to damage them. Memories floated to him, and a smile grew on his lips as he remembered you, screaming out the window that day you had driven along the coast. You had stopped to watch the sunset in the waves, and he’d kissed you stupid on his back seat until every single inch of your skin knew about his love.

He couldn’t wait to create new memories with you.

He drove carefully, enjoying the warmth of the sun now that he was safely hidden from the wind. You actually didn’t live too far from where he did now, and soon enough he parked his car near your building. He got out of the vehicle, almost running to the other side in his excitement to grab the bouquet on the passenger seat. When it was safely tucked in his hand, Jungkook shut the car door, locked it, and started walking to your building.

He didn’t even know which apartment was yours. He believed fate would guide him, and so he crossed the street to your building, trusting the universe for what was to come next.

He heard your laugh before he saw you. Love swelled in his chest, and he wondered if you were laughing because you’d seen him, because you’d known that he’d come back for you.

And then he saw you. The wind was ruffling your hair, which he assumed had prompted the laugh. Your eyes were closed, hands struggling to push the wild strands behind your ears.

You were more beautiful than he remembered. Shone brighter, with the same stuff that stars consisted of. He was struck for a moment, watching you with his bouquet hoping that you’d open your eyes and see him.

The world slowed down to a stop, and time halted, and Jungkook watched you, feeling at home for the first time in years.

The illusion fractured the instant someone else came into view, making him realize that you hadn’t been laughing at the wind. No, perhaps your laughter took root in the dimples gracing the man’s cheeks as he smiled at you, as he pecked your forehead before grabbing your hand.

Jungkook ducked behind a car, clutching the flower bouquet like a lifeline the moment that you turned towards him. Did you hear his heart breaking? Did you hear the mockery in the November sun rays – you’d broken up on a similar day, years ago.

Jungkook couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think around the shattering of his heart, around the blood turning to ice in his veins as he heard you speak to the man – Namjoon, he heard you call him.

He would have rather not known the name.

Still Jungkook drank in the sound of your voice, trying to shape it into the words he was so willing to hear you say today. It didn’t work, and soon enough your voice disappeared, leaving him in a deafening silence of wind and sun and the realization that after all, he had come back too late.

Perhaps he should have known that he'd be too late.

*****

                When Jungkook received the call last week, he’d sat outside in the silence until he thought his eardrums would start bleeding. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t breathed, hadn’t done anything other than to stare at the fading light of the sun.

He wonders, why is it that whenever he breaks, November sun is shining high above? As if the universe takes pleasure in his torment, in undoing him until he barely counts as a human being anymore.

He got pissed out drunk that night. Last time he had been as drunk was when he had found out you were dating someone new, that day he had come to find you.

And now he wonders, if he had approached you that day, would you still be dead today? Would life still have put you on that road with its drunk driver so that you could meet your end?

Or would you be laughing at some dumb comment he’d make, telling him that he’s stupid with eyes so full of love he wouldn’t be able to do anything else but agree with you?

It’s hard to tell. So, he doesn’t try to figure it out – he has an eternity ahead of himself to figure out how to live without you anyway.

Maybe in all his misfortune Jungkook actually had some luck. He’s learned to grieve you a while ago already, and perhaps grieving someone that still lives is harder than grieving someone that’s passed. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t think he knows anything. Just that, so far back in the past he should have said fuck it and move in with you. It was such a simple request, but he had been too young and dumb, and he’d forever live with the regrets of it.

If someone from your family notices his presence at the funeral, recognizes him from your shared past, they don’t say. Especially not as the end of the ceremony comes before he’s had a chance to really take in the picture of you, smiling, over there next to the urn with your ashes.

You’re ashes now. Everything that made you – your laugh, your smile, the way you carried yourself with that simple elegance – all of it is gone to be replaced with mere ashes.

He doubts they can hold the truth of your essence, but then again he doesn’t think anything can, or anything ever will again.

He blinks away the tears as they come, leaving the ceremony like a whisper in the wind. He doesn’t want to speak to your family, doesn’t want to see them coddling the man that you loved, that survived the accident when he should have been the one to go.

Jealousy and selfishness are ugly, Jungkook realizes. But it’s easier to hate the man that took you away from him, no matter how unknowingly he did it.

And Jungkook tried to hate you once. He tried hard, in the months after that fated November day, when you’d laughed to that man’s joke, smiled when he’d smiled that soft dimpled smile of his. He had tried, because hating you felt like it was the only way he wouldn’t hurt. But he still hurt – he still hurts.

All he’s been able to do in his life since you broke up is hurt, and he highly doubts he’ll ever feel differently again.

Perhaps he’ll grow numb. Perhaps he should have grown numb a while ago.

At least that’s what he’s telling himself days later, when he’s looking at the tombstone they picked out for you. The finality of your name and the dates, the ending, is unnerving. He wishes it was fake, wishes it was a joke, and that he didn’t spend most of his life loving someone that moved on to a new love in just a few years.

It’s been over a decade and he hasn’t moved on even a little bit.

He kicks the ground, mad at the leaves littering the ground where you’re buried, as if they’re sullying you. And as if laughing at him, sun rays pierce through the clouds up above, that dreaded November sun making an appearance when it should stay gone.

He allows himself to cry. To break down, to sit on the ground and curse everything and everyone that’s ever been between you and him. He curses his stupidity, curses the sun and the leaves and the etchings on the stone. He hates everything. Hates himself, hates you, hates the whole fucking universe for taking you away, for not giving him the chance to be with you.

That’s how Namjoon finds him. Jungkook’s tears have receded, and he’s just sitting there, an empty shell that once held love and laughter and your lips on his. He hears the scuffle of Namjoon’s steps, of his cane as he walks up the path.

The man’s features are grave when Jungkook can’t help but glance towards him, sees him ambling up the path with that cane, the only indication that he too was in that car accident. And Jungkook wonders if Namjoon knows about him. If Namjoon knows that he wasn’t the first man whose love for you was a bottomless ocean, one Jungkook has drowned in time and time again since you broke up.

Namjoon remains standing, and Jungkook remains sitting. Like there’s an understanding between them, and silence conveys more than words could. Jungkook doesn’t want to move, and Namjoon clearly doesn’t have anywhere to go.

Jungkook thinks the Earth has revolved around the sun at least once before Namjoon scrapes his throat.

“It’s hard to believe that she’s gone, isn’t it?” he speaks, deep voice carrying the weight of the universe.

Jungkook doesn’t deign reply as his eyes fill with tears, though he refuses to let them out right now.

Especially not in front of the man you loved after him.

“You’re Jungkook, aren’t you?”

The simple sentence makes Jungkook lose it. He hides his face in his hands, his whole soul bleeding out under the November sun.

“She told me about you,” Namjoon continues, and Jungkook is convinced he hears pain, tears and grief laced with Namjoon’s words.

What did you tell him, Jungkook wonders? Did you tell Namjoon that you should have waited for Jungkook, that you should have given him a chance to become what you needed?

“She loved you a lot,” Namjoon adds after a silence, and he chokes on a sob. “She never forgot about you.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Jungkook asks with that broken voice, raspy with disuse.

He hasn’t been able to speak since you died.

“You deserve to grieve. She loved and loved, and I wish it would have been enough for her to live…”

“Stop,” Jungkook begs. “Please.”

Namjoon falls silent, offering salvation to Jungkook, though Jungkook doesn’t know if he deserves it.

Would he have been able to offer salvation to someone in his position if the situation was reversed? He highly doubts it.

“It’s just…” he trails off when he finds words again. “You got fucking years with her. You got years of loving and-“ it breaks on a sob. “And you were fucking engaged.” Jungkook pulls at his hair. “You were engaged, and all I got was months. Not even a full year.”

“I’m sorry man,” Namjoon answers, voice so broken Jungkook wonders who’s suffering the most.

He doesn’t think it’s himself.

“Was she happy?” Jungkook eventually asks, once he can’t stand the silence hanging around. Once he can’t stand the etchings on the stone, the void in the universe that used to be filled with you.

“I made her as happy as I could,” Namjoon replies truthfully, his voice strained but not as pained anymore. As if he’s reached a conclusion, clarity filling his mind.

Not needing to hear more, Jungkook gets up, dusting himself off.

“Good talk,” he says, fighting against the next onslaught of tears, and then he’s storming off.

Storming away from you, from everything that you meant to him. And maybe the sun rays really are mocking him in that beautiful November sky, because Namjoon says, “I don’t think she ever truly was happy after you, though.”

Jungkook stops, convinced someone just stabbed him right in the heart. He doesn’t think the organ can beat anymore, doesn’t think he can live anymore. He just wants to be dust on the wind, to be forgotten, and to stop fucking feeling all the time.

“She was calling off the engagement,” Namjoon continues. “She…” Jungkook turns, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen such agony as the one that graces Namjoon’s features right now. “She said she shouldn’t get married to me when she still loved another.”

Clouds pass in front of the November sun, and Jungkook remembers the smile on your face whenever you’d catch his gaze. He remembers the way you’d lovingly cupped his cheek even when you were breaking up with him. He still feels the ghost of your fingers on his skin as he holds Namjoon’s broken gaze.

He holds Namjoon’s broken gaze, unable to offer the man salvation. It might make him a monster, might make him selfish and jealous and everything that he finds disgusting about humanity. But Jungkook doesn’t care.

Not when he realizes that perhaps, perhaps he’s the one that you’re waiting for on the other side of the veil, so that you can rest in the eternity of afterlife together.

And perhaps, perhaps there’s some sort of beauty in the thought.

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I am crying and in pain and I am sending everyone that read this whole thing lots of love and if you need to talk just hit me up bc grief is a bitch and we hate her and I just wish I could take everyone's grief away

All rights reserved to @/oddinary4bts, 2023. Do not copy, repost or translate.

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Suddenly having brainrot over SAGAU again. What if in the imposter au, the creator developes reversed hanahaki? Like they cough out petals when they are unloved.

Imagine the angst when creator is dying from the flowers growing inside just cuz they were hated and falsely accused.

Imagine the pain of finding the body covered with pretty flowers eith golden blood man the angst :((

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