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sunghoonalter-archived · 2 years

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ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

idol pairing: stalker!jay x fem!reader

wc: 2.3k

genre: angsty yandere

warnings: stalking, kidnapping, restraints, blunt force trauma to the head, very light yandere themes

so happy birthjay!! I decided to pull something out but I rushed it so there's a massive chance it could suck but feedback, rbs or likes is highly appreciated♡♡

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you let out a huge exhale as you took in the sight of your new house. it was small but just enough considering it was only for one person.

with the moving truck already dropped your boxes into your house, unpacking would sure be a hassle but unfortunately it had to be done.

you wander into your house, feeling a slight chill upon entrance. "I should get some heating in here," you said to yourself as you start unpacking. everything was going perfectly fine until you got to the tv.

the delivery people only helped with your mattress considering the cupboards and cabinets were in perfectly good condition. "God I'm gonna break my back for this."

just as you try picking it up, a knock on the door stops you. it isn't too strange to get a knock on the door, you're new to the neighborhood.

you let out a huff before opening the door.

the man before you is too stunned to speak. from afar he saw you were beautiful, but up close, you were breathtaking. he just stands for a solid few seconds before clearing his throat.

"Uhm, hi," he says awkwardly. "I see you're new to the neighborhood?"

Lord have mercy, he is the handsomest man you've ever seen. his parted black hair, white shirt and black jeans; he looks so friendly and easy-going.

"Yeah I am, I moved in like five seconds ago," you laugh. you stick your hand out, "I'm y/n."

"Oh, I'm Jay," he says, shaking your hand, internally melting from the physical contact.

"Ooh I've always been told to stay away from guys whose names start with a J," you say jokingly. "But you seem like a great guy."

he smiles so widely, his eyes become crescents and his cheeks become even cuter. he covers his mouth with his hand, overwhelmingly flattered.

"Speaking of which," you say, beginning to get nervous. "Can I ask you a small favor?"

"Yeah sure," his smile lessens as he sticks his hands in his pockets.

"I'm having a bit of trouble with my TV, can you maybe help me pick it up?"

he nods, you move away to let him in. sure letting someone you just met into your house is always a bad idea but it was just a tiny favor, it wasn't like he was gonna rob or murder you. he's just gonna help move your TV and leave, that's it. right?

he's standing in your living room, taking in the pretty decorations and lounge set. it's small but comfy. he looks around a bit more, making sure you weren't there yet before placing a small flower for you on one of your couches.

"Ahh, here you are," you say as you walk in. "So there's the tv, you grab one end and I grab the other?" you ask as you bend down to pick one side up.

"Tv's not that big actually," he says as he moves to the centre of it, rolling up his sleeves. "Besides, you're probably hurting from unpacking all day."

"Wait no, you don't need t-"

before you can finish your sentence, he seems to pick it up with ease. "Where do you want it?"

you're too busy staring at his forearms to pay attention to what he was saying. he sure is strong.

"Earth to y/n," you hear him say, knocking you out of your thoughts. "Where should I put this?"

"There," you say softly as you point towards a small table, watching him move it across the room.

once he puts it down, he dusts his hands off. "Need help with anything else?" his smile stays wide as he places his hand on his hips.

"Nope, not that I know of," you say as you look around, moving toward the front door.

mentally, he's tilting his head, near offended that you want him to leave so soon. letting him into your house so easily meant you'd fallen for him already. just like he did upon first glance.

"So I guess I'll see you around?" he asks as he stands in the doorway of the front door.

"Yeah I guess," you say with a friendly smile, closing the door slowly, "Bye~"

once the door closes, his heart flutters and beats neatly out of his chest. he swears it's love at first sight, there was no other explanation.

he goes home, replaying your interaction in his head over and over until nightfall. he tosses and turns as he wonders how well you've adjusted to the neighborhood and if you're already sleeping or not. he can't seem to get you out of his head, falling asleep with you in mind.

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morning rolls in, and a knock at the door wakes you up. you turn to look at the clock. "What could possibly be here at eight in the morning?" you yawn as you move slowly out of your bed, throwing your robe on.

you scurry to the front door, opening it to see a brown box on the doorstep. you bend down to pick it up, dragging it into the house.

"What could this be?" you mutter as you open it. your eyes widen as you pull out a huge bouquet of red roses partnered with another small box. you set the roses aside to open it, seeing a delicate gold chain with a diamond encrusted star pendant.

"Wow," is all you can say. you look a little more in the box, no note seems to be attached. it was likely it came from your friends; they somehow must've forgotten to put the note in.

you move the box to the side to put the necklace on, touching the pendant as it landed just below your neck.

you leave the roses on the table as you go back outside to check the mail, heading back inside when you see the mailbox is empty, planning on getting ready for the day.

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the next day, while leaving the house, your next door neighbor grabbed your attention.

"Hi!" she seems enthusiastic as she greets you. "I didn't get to welcome you yesterday."

"Oh hi yeah," you say with a smile, trying not to sound awkward.

"How are you finding the neighborhood so far? Like it already?"

"It's nice, seems quiet and friendly," you say nodding as you look around. the sun manages to shine upon your necklace, getting your neighbor's attention.

"That's a beautiful necklace," she says in awe. "Your boyfriend must really love spoiling you."

you laugh nervously as you touch it. "Oh I don't have a boyfriend, it came from my friends." I think

"I doubt a pretty and nice girl like you doesn't have someone spoiling her rotten," she laughs. "Either way, it must've been expensive."

"Yeah, it could probably help with the mortgage of this house," you move your hand away from it. "Seems a little too expensive though."

she doesn't say anything, moving quickly to her car and driving away. you blink in surprise at how quickly she left you, but most importantly the look on her face. she seemed.. scared? you couldn't put your finger on it.

you shrug it off, making your way to work. you honestly wish you could just sell the necklace and have a little extra money to stay off work for a while but it seemed too nice a gesture to do such a thing.

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you decide to go to the mall after work, seeing if you could get new clothes since the warmer seasons were rolling in and your summer clothes didn't fit anymore.

as you walk past a few stores, there's a weird burn in the back of your head. that burn as if someone was intensely staring at you and you couldn't seem to shake it off. when you turn your head, there's no one staring, everyone's just going about their business.

you turn back, shaking your head before going into a few stores. sadly for you, the dresses you wanted were too expensive but the ones on sale were almost as cute so you didn't mind settling for it.

returning home, everything seemed normal until, a few hours later, there's a knock at the door. it did seem a little odd this time but it was probably just as harmless.

upon opening the door, you see another brown box; one bigger than the previous one. you drag it into the house, setting it on your bed this time.

but when you open it, a chill runs down your spine. the pretty dresses you were looking at earlier sat neatly folded with a note attached.

you pluck the note off to read it.

'money can always be earned again, if you want it, you'll get it♡'

you look back down at the dresses, setting the note down and picking them up individually to analyze them. they were the exact ones you wanted, same size and colour. almost as if this person watched you pick at them.

'this is a little weird,' you thought as you packed them away. who could possibly be watching you? did you really have a stalker, you just moved here.

you try shaking that thought off, moving to your bedroom window to open it. overthinking seemed to make the room warmer than it should be.

this could definitely escalate, even in your sleep but unfortunately you needed energy to keep your guard up. you sit on your bed, removing the necklace and setting it on your nightstand before drifting off to sleep, tossing and turning as you slept.

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the sun peers through the curtains covering the open windows of your bedroom and shines onto your face, forcing you to wake up. your eyes flutter open but a mysterious envelope on your nightstand wakes you up instantly.

"What th-" you shook slightly from surprise. you take a deep breath as you reach for the letter, slowly opening it.

'i so lovingly gifted you that necklace and you take it off? seems a little ungrateful to me.

by the way, did you like the dresses I got you? I couldn't help but notice how your eyes lit up when you saw them in store, I just had to get them for you♡'

you start shaking, dropping the letter. someone really was stalking you. you look towards the window, realising you hadn't closed it. you basically invited this person into your house while you were asleep.

you just need to get out of the house, now. you catch a glimpse of the date, seeing how it's only been a week since you moved here. you get up fast, hoping to get to a police station as soon as you can to alert them of your stalker.

clothes and shoes on, you hurry to the door. it's only when you close it, you realize something.

'Wait,' you thought, facing the door. 'They have to know where I live to be able to.. who knows where I live? just as a name comes to mind, the last thing you feel is a blunt object smacking the back of your head, knocking you out.

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your eyes open ever so slowly, squinting from the lack of light and a painful headache. you shift slightly, hearing a clunk from behind you. looking down, your wrists chained to a pole to prevent you from escaping.

you whimper from the pain in your head, unable to scream from the lack of energy. you try moving again yet stop once you hear a familiar voice.

"Well you didn't want one chain so I gave you another one, seems you don't like that either."

you look up to see a figure moving towards you, kneeling in front of you. his hand grazes your cheek as your vision finally fixes itself.

"Jay?"

he nods slightly, smiling that smile of a week ago. it looked so friendly back then only to scare you now. "Miss me?"

tears begin to well up in your eyes. "Why?" you can't really form sentences longer than maybe four words from the pain.

"You know," he sits down beside you. "When I first saw you, I felt this, this feeling in my chest. You know that feeling where it just seems like love at first sight? That's what I felt when I first saw you."

you struggle to furrow your eyebrows, confused by his words. what kind of person does this to someone they 'love'? he barely even knew you.

"When you let me into your house that day, I felt nothing but happiness to get to do something for you," he says with an innocent smile. "From that point on, all I wanted to do was give you things as pretty as you, but nothing I gave you could possibly compare to you. You had to have me, not these material things. I realize that now, I need you and you need me, we'll be each other's priceless gifts."

he could see you looking at him like he was insane. all he wanted was to spoil you, treat you like the princess you are and you were looking at him like he was crazy.

"Do you know what day it is today?" he cups your cheeks just as tears fall down your face. you shake your head.

"It's my birthday," he says in a preppy tone. "And you're here." he reaches into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a bright red ribbon. he moves the ribbon underneath your chin, bringing it up to the top of your head. you could feel him tying a knot, focusing on the sparkle in his eyes as he does this.

once he's done, he eyes his work before looking at you, wiping your cheeks dry and leaning forward to place a kiss on your nose.

"So," he cups your cheeks one more time, but this time, places a peck on your lips.

"Happy birthday to me."

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host-club-hq · 3 years

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Indeed: ~Starting Today, You Are a Host!~ pt. 1

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader

➼ summary: kyoya has the audacity to embarrass you in front of the new recruit... but she’s a little more receptive than you would have imagined. you have a feeling you’ll be quite good friends with her.

➼ word count: 10k

➼ what to expect: "Kyoya-Senpai... don't you think that was a little harsh?"

➼ warnings: angst if you squint :) enjoy

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Haruhi is baffled by the Library room 4, which is no where near quiet like any library should be, and no one can blame her. The libraries here are never quiet nor empty. She trudges up the empty stairs, her shoes echoing in the halls off of the walls leading up to the expansive ceilings.

"This place has four library rooms, you'd think one of them would be quiet." Haruhi murmurs as she wanders down one of the many long corridors, decorated with golden accents that glisten in the sun shining through the windows nearby. Haruhi stops to peer out one of the tremendous window panes.

Doves soar across her view in the bright blue sky, causing the sunlight to flicker against her eyelids. She sighs and admires them a moment- they're native to the school due to their reputation of purity and royalty, their white feathers and sleek bodies.

How are things in heaven, Mom? I can't believe it's been 10 years already... I'm beginning to think that rich kids only come to school to have a good time.

She suddenly stops at a pair of grand, oak double doors. The size of the doors make her feel shorter than she is, their mere size towering over her intimidatingly. The sign above reads 'Music Room #3."

An abandoned music room...

It seems that Haruhi has no other option, seeing as all library rooms were inadequate, filled with chattering students and no one to keep them in line.

"I guess this is the only place we'll be able to study in peace and quiet." Haruhi figures, quietly and slowly pushing the door. You could never expect anything normal from the students of Ouran High School...

Haruhi peeks into the room with caution. Rose petals surge into her face, a blinding light emitting from the opened door. Haruhi is too in shock to move, frozen at the smiling students sitting before her in a graceful fashion.

"Welcome." seven voices greet with an eerie echo. The blinding light wouldn't quite let up so that Haruhi could see their faces yet.

The light subsided to reveal six very handsome boys and one... girl.

When I opened the door... I found... the Host Club

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Starting Today, You Are a Host!

"Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Ouran Academy. The Ouran Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful."

The clock ticks in the silence, echoing loudly off the walls of the large room. By now, Haruhi's back is pressed against the door, fidgeting and sweating anxiously.

"T-This is a host club?" she sputters.

"Oh, wow. It's a guy." Hikaru and Kaoru gasp.

"Hikaru, Kaoru, I believe this young man is in the same class as you, isn't he?" Kyoya infers with a deep voice.

"Yeah, but he's shy, he doesn't act very sociably so we don't know much about him." they shrug incredibly in unison. Kyoya merely shrugs and continues to write in his black notebook.

A light bulb sputters to life inside of his mind- he is the first to know.

"Not very nice, are we?" the girl in the room peeks over at the twins.

It is here that we meet a very important character to our story.... her name is y/n l/n... that's you.

You turn your attention to the boy that has just encountered your prestigious club... and you look into his eyes.

A light bulb goes off in your head, and immediately, you know. It's something that the other members don't come to realize until much later.

"Well that wasn't very polite. Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Mr. Honor Student." Kyoya welcomes. Tamaki darts up to the front in wonder, eyes open wide and sparkling in amazement.

"What? You must be Haruhi Fujioka." Tamaki gasps. He turns back to you with a pleading face, a question mark practically hovering above his head.

"y/n! You're in charge of introducing our new customers! How come we didn't know he was coming?" Tamaki whines pathetically. You scoff in utter confusion.

"How am I supposed to keep track of the boys of our school? Our market is mostly girls, as you know." you turn your head up to the sky and glare at Tamaki.

Haruhi fiddles desperately with the door knob, seeking to escape as quick as possible from the strange occurrence.

"You're the exceptional honor student we've heard about." Tamaki continues as his attention is directed back to the floundering Haruhi.

"H-How did you know my name?" Haruhi sheepishly asks, slightly pulling away from the door as her name is mentioned.

"Why, didn't you know? You're famous. A commoner in our school- it's never been heard of." you explain without skipping a beat.

Tamaki has always found your way of speaking dote-worthy. You are from a British family after all, your accent lingers in the way you speak and your dialect- and Tamaki never fails to miss it.

"You're so CUTE!" Tamaki squeezes your cheeks and coos at you.

"Tamaki, I think that's enough." Kyoya gently interferes. You're silently thankful for his intervention- but you would never say that to him or Tamaki. It would give Kyoya too much power over you, and it would break Tamaki's heart.

"You must have an audacious nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as an honor student, Mr. Fujioka." Kyoya continues.

"Well, uh, thank you... I guess." Haruhi stutters.

"And, y/n, I hope you intend to place that order for that tea our guests have requested?" Kyoya seems to be going over some sort of checklist in his notebook, because this topic is in no way related to anything that's going on.

"Of course. I always do as you command, don't I, Mr. Ootori?" you mock curtsey. It's a regular occurrence that Kyoya orders you around- you are considered an errand girl. But, that title has a demeaning ring to it, and none of the members would dare call you anything of the sort. You're a glorified errand girl. You do have other roles- because you are a female and they cater to the female gender, you are in charge of designing outfits for the boys, when they cosplay. You are also in charge of most design aspects of the club, and were granted this spot due to your close standing with Kyoya and Tamaki, the founders.

"Stand down, Y/N." Kyoya smiles as he scribbles.

"You're welcome!" Tamaki claps his hand on Haruhi's left shoulder from where he stands next to her, to which she flinches at with a yelp.

"You're a hero to other poor people, Fujioka. You've shown the world that even poor people can excel at an elite private academy!" Tamaki exclaims. Haruhi shuffles away from him with haste.

"It must be hard for you to constantly be looked down upon by others." Tamaki gapes as he follows her.

"I think you're taking this poor thing too far." you cross your arms as your eyes diligently follow the fast-moving pair. Kyoya places his hand on top of your head and shuts his book with a SNAP!

"This is none of your concern, y/n. Let the boss drown in his fantasies if he wants to." Of course, Kyoya would never scold you seriously- it's all playful teasing between you two, your relationship as friends has made that perfectly clear to the both of you.

"Keep your hands away from my hair, thank you." you smooth out your locks and adjust them accordingly. Kyoya rolls his eyes.

You turn your attention back to Tamaki, who is following Haruhi diligently, and he might as well be speaking to wall, as she isn't listening.

"Spurn, neglected, but that doesn't matter now. Long live the poor!" Tamaki exclaims with a large grin.

"We welcome you, poor man, to our world of beauty!" He welcomes, tossing his arms in the air.

"I'm out of here." Haruhi announces, marching to the door.

"Hey~! Come back here, Haru-chan!" Honey leaps forward and grabs Haruhi by both of her arms, turning her around to face her, much to her dismay. You reach out a hand to him.

"Honey-Senpai, I wouldn't-"

"You must be like a superhero or something! That's so cool!" Honey is practically glowing with wonder as he grips Haruhi by her arm, which forces her to slouch to be able to reach his height. Haruhi huffs in annoyance.

"I'm not a hero. I'm an honor student." Haruhi grumbles. She gasps as realization hits her like a train.

"And who're you calling 'Haru-chan'?!" She scolds Honey fiercely, causing Honey to cower under her with a whimper.

"Uh, uh. Be careful who you're talking to, Haruhi. Honey-Senpai is a third year high school student." you inform with a gentle smile. Haruhi looks immediately guilty, but she hasn't got time for that now. Tamaki appears with a hand resting on his forehead.

"I never would've imagined the famous scholar... would be so openly gay." Tamaki bluntly states.

Honey whimpers at Mori, waving Usa-chan in Mori's face as he bends down to listen to him. Haruhi stops mid-fuming rage and lets out a breath she's been holding.

"Openly what?" She's truly baffled by the statement.

"Tamaki, that's an incredibly offensive-"

"So tell me what kind of guys you're into?" Tamaki probes with a sparkling aura. You stop trying to get through to Tamaki mid-sentence.

"There's no use, is there?" you sigh with an irritated scowl.

"Not at all." The twins reply with feigned innocence.

"Do you like the strong silent type? The boy Lolita? How about the mischievous type? Or the cool type." Tamaki lists the host members off one by one as their types.

"And I don't have a type? It's a wonder I put up with all of you." you sigh in exasperation as it hits you once again that you're just... an errand girl to them.

"Of course not. You're not a host, are you?" Kyoya states nonchalantly, but the statement hurts you more than he knows.

"You're right." You state, straightening up when you realize that your emotions have gotten the best of you once again.

Haruhi back-peddles away from Tamaki in shock, stuttering out a somewhat coherent response to the question that's asked of her.

"I, uh- It's not like that! I was just looking for a quiet place to study!" She assures with wide eyes and open mouth. It's true, Haruhi had no idea she would've stumbled upon a Host Club in the middle of an abandoned music room... who would?

Tamaki reaches forward and oversteps Haruhi's boundaries, stroking her chin upwards to face him. "Or maybe... you're into a guy like me. What do you say?" He speaks gently, lavender eyes half-lidded as he stares deep into Haruhi's floundering soul, stroking her chin.

Haruhi audibly cringes and jerks herself away from his grip, much to Tamaki's surprise. She's so fixed on the notion of separating herself from him that she doesn't notice the fact that she's sent herself stumbling towards a podium with a priceless artifact atop it.

Haruhi gasps and everything appears to move slowly. She twists herself around and throws herself over the podium, reaching for the handle of the vase. She yells out in utter shock, aghast that her fingers have just barely grazed over it before it shatters on the ground.

The twins groan in disappointment as they peak over her trembling body.

"We were going to feature that Renaissance vase in an upcoming school auction!" Hikaru informs with an exasperated expression.

"Oh, now you've done it, Commoner. The bidding on that vase was supposed to start at 8 million yen!" Kaoru whines pathetically, finishing for his brother.

"What?! 8 million yen?! How many thousand yen is that? How many thousands are in a million?!" Haruhi's fingers twitch and fidget as she attempts to calculate the amount in her head.

"Now, Hikaru, Kaoru. It wasn't that important." You're already on the floor with careful fingers, picking up the pieces and sweeping them into your hand.

"y/n, we'll get someone to clean that." Kyoya calls from where he stands, peeking up over his notebook as he stops.

"It's alright, Kyoya. It's not too much trouble." You've gathered all of the larger pieces into your hand and you dump them into the bin, dusting your hands together.

"Don't hurt yourself-"

"Ow!" A stray piece of glass slices a gash in your palm and you drop it.

"And you've done it." Kyoya sighs. He puts his notebook away and strides over to you. He takes your hand in his and inspects it carefully. You feel your cheeks heat up at the close proximity, and as a result, you rip your hand away from his grip with a grunt.

"I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." You rub your wrist carefully and look up to see Kyoya staring down at you with absolutely no emotion.

"Suit yourself." he dusts his hands off and returns to his place with the group. He doesn't make it obvious that your actions make his heart ping with some sort of painful feeling. He can't quite place it.

"Uh... I'm going to have to pay you back." Haruhi lifts herself from the stand that the Renaissance vase was previously sitting on, sheepishly facing the Host Club as the blink at her. The twins glance quickly at each other with identical smirks.

"With what money? You can't even afford the school uniform." they gesture vaguely to her clothing, made up of a pullover over a collared shirt, paired with khaki slacks and messy hairstyle. Haruhi's glasses glint as she groans.

"What's with that grubby outfit you've got on anyway?" the twins continue with disgusted expressions. You make your way to Haruhi with slow precision, taking the fabric of the pullover between your fingers, inspecting it with a quizzical expression.

"I have always admired the way commoners dress... it seems you have no standards to live up to with appearance." You release your grip on her pullover as you straighten to face her.

"You must tell me where I could get such an ensemble." you smile earnestly. You find a glint in her eyes before the morons behind you continue their conversation.

"Well, what do you think we should do, Tamaki?" Kyoya turns his attention to the boss, patiently awaiting his response as he scribbles in his notebook. Tamaki smiles knowingly, a plan forming inside his mind.

"There's a famous saying you may have heard, Fujioka. When in Rome, you should do as the Romans do." Tamaki stands tall with a finger held high, projecting his voice to be heard from the whole room.

"Since you have no money, you can pay with your body." Tamaki directs his finger towards Haruhi. Your face tints a light shade of pink in second-hand embarrassment, placing a palm over your eyes with an exasperated groan.

"That... is not what that means." you sigh. Kyoya shrugs beside you.

"How would you expect him to know that?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at you with an inquiring expression.

"He's not as innocent as we think, you know." You inform, your hand returning back to your side as you turn to face Kyoya.

I don't know if I can handle this, mom. I've been captured by a bunch of boys that are calling themselves a host club.

Haruhi's body turns pale and she freezes on the spot, stiff and unmoving as the club gathers around her inquisitively.

"Is he... alright?" You wave a hand in front of Haruhi's eyes, eliciting no reaction from her.

"Poke, poke?" Honey gently pokes Haruhi in the arm and she falls to the ground with a THUD!

"Oh, goodness." You gasp, kneeling down beside her with urgency, searching for any type of external injuries. Her limbs are sprawled haphazardly on the tiled floor and her mouth hangs open.

"He's alright, don't worry. Just in shock." Kyoya informs nonchalantly. You turn to glare at him.

"If you fainted and no one reacted, would you be upset?" you know the answer to this question, it's going to be a hard-

"No." Kyoya answers simply. You should have been expecting that.

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The Host Club is Now Open for Business

You stand at attention on the far side of the room, waiting patiently for someone to give you something to do. In the mean time, you watch as the girls fawn and fan over the boys tending to them, their eyes glistening with infatuation for the young, handsome gentlemen. Your ears perk at sound of a girl's voice addressing your boss.

"Um, Tamaki, what's your favorite song?" She asks with the tilt of her head. Tamaki smiles in return and stares adoringly at her.

"Why, the one that reminds me of you, of course." his violet eyes state deep into her soul.

"I... baked you a cake today. Would you like to taste it?" another student timidly inquires. "Only if you feed it to me, darling." Tamaki lifts her chin to make direct eye contact with a small smirk. The girl's eyes flutter shut bashfully, she swoons.

"Oh, you're so dreamy." she exhales, swaying her body from side to side in excitement.

Haruhi stands unmoving in the doorway with a brown paper bag, filled with coffee, clutched in her arms. She observes you for as long as she can. Something about you sets you apart from the other girls at this school. Why don't you act the way they do? Why aren't you one of the girls fawning over the boys in a childish manner? Is it because you work for them? All of these are questions that run through Haruhi's mind as she stares blankly at you as you stand with your hands clasped professionally behind your back, observing the room with a certain intensity, but also a gentleness. She can't quite place it.

Of course, you've noticed her blank gaze settled upon you, but you aren't going to let her know that. You remind her of the boy with black hair that was writing in a notebook when she first stumbled upon the club. What was his name again?

A teacup is set abruptly on the table next to the sofa that Tamaki and a student are sitting on, gaining both of their attention.

"May I have a word with you, Tamaki?" the girl who'd set the teacup on the table is staring lidded at Tamaki with a smug look resting on her features, dark red hair neatly styled and placed over her shoulders as her legs remain crossed at the ankles, something all of the female students had been taught to do out of instinct long ago. Haruhi's attention is drawn away from you to the conversation between this girl and Tamaki, and you let a small smile appear on your face.

"I've recently heard that the Host Club is keeping a little kitten without a pedigree." there's a certain haughtiness to her voice that makes you blood boil, but your remain calm as ever.

"I don't know if I'd call him that. Speak of the devil." Tamaki peeks over the girl's shoulder to see Haruhi trudging toward them with the brown paper sack still in her arms.

"Thanks for doing the shopping, little piglet. Did you get everything on our list?" One of Tamaki's eyes shuts in a flattering manner as he waves his finger back and forth- for no apparent reason. You take this opportunity to bring yourself closer to the conversation when you're stopped by someone calling for you.

"Oh, y/n." Kyoya doesn't look up from his notebook as he speaks to you. You stop and turn to face him.

"Hm?" You reply simply. He nods in the direction of Haruhi.

"You did make sure to put the correct brand of coffee on Haruhi's list, didn't you?" He looks up briefly to gauge your reaction.

"Of course not, why would I?" You scoff. He gestures with his pen over to Haruhi and your eyes fall on the bag and it's contents inside... she'd bought instant coffee.

"That's why." Kyoya informs you. Your face pales marginally and you smile apprehensively. Kyoya reaches up to pat you on the head, a condescending gesture.

"Maybe we should leave the shopping to you." he sighs, shaking his head as you glare up at him.

"I'm tired of doing the shopping, it's nice to have someone else do it for a change." You cross your arms stubbornly and Kyoya laughs.

"Don't worry, he won't be shopping much longer." Kyoya informs.

You raise an eyebrow at his assessment. "What do you mean by that?" You point an accusing finger at him and he shrugs. "Oh, nothing at all. "

"What? Piglet?" Haruhi grumbles at the nickname given to her by Tamaki, scowling under her deceiving glasses. Tamaki reaches over the sofa and draws the product from her bag with the intention of inspecting it when he stops.

"Hey, wait a minute... what is this?" he turns the coffee over in his hand as if it were a foreign object- and it might as well be to someone like him.

"Just what it looks like. It's coffee." Haruhi bluntly replies.

Tamaki gapes in astonishment at the container. "I've never seen this brand before. Is this the kind that's already ground?" Tamaki inquires in wonder.

"What do you mean? It's instant coffee." Haruhi is blatantly muddled- how had they never seen instant coffee before?

Two girls sit across on the opposite sofa, heads tilted in identical confusion as they peer over the vase of fresh roses in the middle to get a look of the coffee. "It's... instant?" they inquire.

"Whoa! I've heard of this before. It's commoners' coffee. You just add hot water." Tamaki clarifies to the group with fascination. You look up and find that the girls sitting across on the opposite sofa have somehow multiplied and now there's an entire fascinated group.

"I didn't know there was such thing."

"So it's true then, poor people don't even have enough free time to ground their own coffee beans."

You turn your attention back to the group in front of you to see that the rest of the Host Club had joined you, unbeknownst to you.

"Commoners are pretty smart." Your ears perk at the monotone voice from beside you. There's no other explanation as who it could possibly be. You snatch the container from Tamaki's hand and turn it over, scanning the back. Your eyebrows raise in fascination.

"100 grams for 300 yen?" you question, the group awes in astonishment. The twins mischievously peek over your shoulder and confirm their suspicions.

"That's a lot less than we normally pay." Kaoru mentions. You nod in agreement and turn the coffee back over.

"I'll go back and get something else. Excuse me for not buying you guys expensive coffee." Haruhi attempts to seize the coffee back from you but you turn slightly, resulting in her hand closing around air.

"No, we'll keep it." Tamaki successfully snatches the coffee from your hands and you sigh in disappointment- you aren't done reading the label yet. The crowd that's gathered around you all gasps as they stare up at Tamaki like a hero. He thrusts the coffee into the air for everyone to see.

"I'm going to give it a try. I will drink this coffee!" He announces like he's done something miraculous. The crowd reacts the same way, applauding him with adoring expressions and varied whispers and gasps. Tamaki bows in gratitude, basking in the attention.

Tamaki snaps his fingers and, out of instinct, you're ready for his next order. "Alright, y/n. Get over here and help Haruhi make some of this commoners' coffee." He instructs with intensity. You nod sharply and take the coffee from him once again, motioning wordlessly for Haruhi to follow you. She hesitates a moment.

"I hate all these damn rich people." grumbled lowly under her breath, the comment reaches your ears and you smile fondly. You did, too, sometimes.

"Oh, Tamaki. Now you're taking the joke too far." The girl with dark red hair remains on the sofa and gently place her teacup back on it's saucer on the coffee table in front of her, eyes closed as she speaks.

"You palate won't be able to stomach that crap. You don't have to drink it just because he bought it." She continues to speak even though there was no one sat on the sofa beside her. Haruhi is the only one that remains, peering at her over the back of the sofa. The girl seems to suddenly acknowledge her presence.

"I'm sorry. I was talking to myself." she turns with an unusual smile, eyes closed. Haruhi is thoroughly baffled by her actions.

"Um..."

"Haruhi!" You call, placing the last spoon of coffee in the last teacup on a table, perfectly lined with the others. She gratefully turns her attention to you and the girl is left watching the scene.

"I'm coming." Haruhi grumbles as she shuffles over to you. You hand her the teapot filled to the brim with boiling water and she pours it into each cup that you've lined for her. You take the teacups and place them neatly on a tea tray and hand it to Haruhi, just a little bit smug that you're handing your chores over to her.

Haruhi shoves the tray in Tamaki's direction with a scowl. "Here." she sneers.

"Let the tasting begin!" Tamaki announces excitedly. You take a cup and hand one to each girl, who stare at it in utter confusion, some in astonishment.

"I'm a little scared to drink this stuff." One of the student's face morphs into one of disgust, staring into the coffee with hesitation.

"I'm afraid if I drink this, my father will yell at me." Tamaki takes action, arriving at the girl's side and taking her into his embrace, leaning down to hold her romantically, their faces too close in proximity to avoid eye contact.

"What if I let you drink it from my mouth?" Tamaki suggests quietly, staring deeply into the girl's eyes. She gasps and relishes in his touch.

"Well, then I would drink it." her voice shakes as she replies, and at her reply, the students surrounding them begin to squeal in excitement, while the mere though of such a gesture almost makes you retch. But the boss understands girls, and so do you. You're not a conventional girl, and you never have been, but you've been around these girls enough to know what they like, and so has the boss.

"This is ridiculous." Haruhi grumbles from beside you, causing you to smile.

"All in a day's work." you sigh and she turns to look at you.

"How come you work for the Host Club? Shouldn't you be one of their customers?" Haruhi speaks bluntly before thinking about what she's saying, but you're not offended in the least.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"It's quite alright, Haruhi. It's a bit unconventional that I would be working for the Host Club, especially as an errand girl." You wave her off nonchalantly. No explanation follows.

"You're an errand girl?" Haruhi asks in bewilderment. You nod wordlessly. "Could've fooled me." She chuckles.

"How do you mean?" You ask as you observe the customers drinking instant coffee and trying to pretend that they enjoy it, but some genuinely do.

"I mean... you're dressed just like them. I would assume an errand girl would be dressed like me." Haruhi shrugs. You chuckle fondly.

"I do have to admit I enjoy this uniform better. Being in the club does give you special permission with the uniform, especially the Host Club, given it's high standing." You clarify with a smile.

Your uniform consists of one of the signature lavender/blue blazers worn by each host, and instead of slacks, you wear a pleated black skirt, within uniform regulation, and black knee socks with black shoes. You refuse to wear heels and swear that if you ever come across the misogynistic son of a bitch who ever invented them, you'll kill him.

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"So, he had a nightmare that made him bolt up right out of bed!" Hikaru laughs as he converses with his and Kaoru's customers, who are listening intently and hanging on every word that Hikaru speaks. Kaoru gasps from beside him and pouts pitifully.

"Hikaru! Don't tell them that story! I asked you not to tell anyone that.... why are you so mean to me?" Kaoru turns away and closes his eyes, facing away from his brother in betrayal. Hikaru's eyes open wider in realization, leaning forward with a hand on Kaoru's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Kaoru. I didn't mean to upset you." At his words, their customers gasp with anticipation as Hikaru takes hold of Kaoru's chin, lifting his face upwards to meet his eyes in a tender embrace between brothers.

Hikaru strokes his brother's cheek with a fond stare, smiling slightly. "But you were so adorable when it happened, I had to tell them. I'm sorry." He whispers the last words, gaining a squeal from a patron.

"I forgive you." Kaoru whispers in the same manner, melting into Hikaru's embrace as the customers squeal and fawn over the touching scene.

"I've never seen brotherly love quite like that!" one of the patrons sighs in admiration.

Haruhi stands quietly off to the side, watching silently as the brother perform their eye-catching act. "What are they so excited about? I just don't get it." she grumbles under her breath.

You carry a tray in your hand propped over your shoulder, teacups jostling slightly as you stroll carefully towards your customers. You set the tray down when you notice that the hosts that the customers had requested were no where to be seen. You smile nonetheless and present each girl with a teacup filled with Earl Gray Tea; not an uncommon request.

"y/n, I don't know how you do it, spending each and every day with those boys. It would simply be too much for me." A customer giggles as she takes a sip from her tea, back straightened and ankles crossed. You grin appreciatively.

"Are they really that attractive? I hadn't even noticed." You joke. The girls laugh collectively and thank you in sparse comments. You nod and turn on your heel.

"Where are Honey and Mori-Senpai? They should be with you by now." You check your watch with an apologetic frown.

As if on cue-

"Sorry we're late..."

You and the customers turn in unison to see Honey perched on Mori's back, tiredly rubbing sleep from his eyes as he drapes over Mori's wide shoulders. Mori carries him in silence, effortlessly. "There you are, I was beginning to worry." You spin the tray unconsciously and tuck it under your arm.

"Hello, Honey!"

"Hey, Mori!"

"We've been waiting here for you guys." a customer glances up at them as Mori places Honey on his feet from where he was perched on his back, Honey stumbles and rubs his eyes once more.

"Hi... Sorry, I was waiting for Takashi to finish his Kendo meeting and I fell asleep. I'm still not completely awake." Honey whines with a wide yawn, causing the customers' eyes widen and lean forward in anticipation. You pat Honey fondly on the top of his head before disappearing with your empty tray- and no one takes notice.

You hear a faint, "So cute!" as you depart and you smile with the shake of your head. You pass by Haruhi but stop at her assessment.

"Is that boy really a third year student?" She inquires in astonishment. You nod and follow her eyes to find her watching Honey and Mori with curiosity.

"Never would have guessed if I hadn't gone to school with him." You watch Honey and Mori as well. You stiffen when Kyoya appears next to you, your posture straightening and your expression neutral. Haruhi shutters.

"Honey-Senpai may seem young and childish, but he's a prodigy. And Mori-Senpai's allure is his strong and silent disposition." Kyoya clarifies with his typical monotone voice. He shuts his notebook with a loud snap and turns to look downcast upon you.

"Have you fulfilled table 3's orders?" He asks. Although you can't see his expression due to the glint of his thin glasses, you can tell it's emotionless. Your fingers curl into your palms into fists at the question- you can't seem to get him to treat you as anything more than an errand girl since you started the Host Club... you two are friends, why is he treating you so differently now? Like you're just one of his employees? Maybe... that's all you really are.

"Yes. Earl Gray." You reply in the same manner, but your expression fails to hide your displeasure. Haruhi watches the pair of you with curiosity, as she often watches the rest of the hosts the same way. He hums in acknowledgement. You let out a hitched breath that you didn't know you were holding, exhaling heavily in exasperation.

"Haru-chan!" Honey springs out of no where and grabs Haruhi by the arm, spinning her around a couple of times as she yells, startled, before he finally pulls her down to meet his eye-line.

"Hey, Haru-chan! Do you wanna go have some cake with me?" Honey beams with an open mouth, patiently awaiting Haruhi's reaction.

Disorientedly, Haruhi groans. "Thanks... but I don't really like... cake." she sways, her head spinning. Honey grins.

"Then how would you like to hold my bunny, Usa-chan?" Honey presents Haruhi with his pink stuffed rabbit and a wide smile. Haruhi tilts her head from side to side. "I'm... not into bunnies." She states bluntly. Honey's face falls and his smile disappears.

"Are you saying you don't like Usa-chan?" Honey whimpers pitifully. Haruhi's expressions switches quickly from dazed to curious as she states at Usa-chan's unchanging face. Haruhi's eyes don't move from Usa-chan for quite a long time, and you lean over to Kyoya.

"What's happening?" You whisper as Honey peeks over Usa-chan to look at Haruhi.

"I don't know..." Kyoya takes some time from his writing to follow your gaze.

"I guess he is kinda cute, huh?" Haruhi leans forward towards the rabbit. Honey peeks at her expression and gapes. "Oh..." he gasps.

Another realization is made and the light bulb flickers to life. He smiles.

"Take good care of him, okay?" He shoves Usa-chan into Haruhi's arms and rushes over to the patrons waiting for him, leaping into the air and landing sprawled across their laps, squirming and giggling as they cooed over him. You stare off after him with curiosity. You never will manage to understand how a third year could act like Honey does, but with his size, it must not be hard to pull it off.

Kyoya steps forward. "You'll notice that our club utilizes each man's unique characteristics to cater to the desires of our guests." Kyoya gestures to Mori seated calmly next to a customer, his chin resting on his knuckles as he uses the armrest of the sofa to prop up his elbow, in contrast to Honey on the opposite sofa, indulging his customers in their fantasies with his lovable charm and childlike behavior.

You take your place on the other side of Haruhi and point vaguely in the direction of Tamaki, surrounded by doting customers. "You should know, Tamaki's the king around here. His request rate is the highest- 70%." Surrounded by customers, Tamaki basks in the limelight and glory of being adored as he caters to each guest with his princely appearance and manners, encouraging their fantasies to the fullest.

"What's this world coming to?" Haruhi groans under her breath as she clutches Usa-chan close to her.

Kyoya peers at Haruhi from the corner of his eye, his calculating gaze cold as he speaks to her. "And in order for you to pay off your eight million yen debt with us, you will act as the Ouran Host Club's dog until you graduate." he bluntly smiles.

You nudge Kyoya in the ribs with a certain urgency and he grunts at your action, forcing a polite smiles onto his chiseled features.

"I'm sorry, I meant our errand-boy." his eyes close in a polite manner and his head tilts to show some sort of apologetic look, but anyone can tell that it's not genuine.

"You can try to run away if want to, Haruhi, but just so you know, family employs a private police force of 100 officers. By the way, do you have a passport?" Kyoya's aura is practically pulsing with evil and intimidation, the glare reflecting off of his glasses making the effect even more so.

"Huh?" Haruhi suddenly straightens as if she's meant to. "Oh, he doesn't mean anything by it." You assure quickly, but he most certainly does.

"You're going to have to work hard to pay off your debt. My little nerd." Tamaki suddenly appears behind Haruhi and blows a puff of air onto her neck, causing her to exclaim in surprise and leap away in instinct, shuddering from the unwelcome sensation. She quickly rubs the back of her neck and holds Usa-chan closer to her chest.

"Please... don't do that again." her voice trembles as she peeks at Tamaki over her shoulder from her position away from him.

Tamaki completely ignores her desperate request. "You need a makeover or no girl is going to look twice at you." Tamaki assesses with confidence, as he often does. Haruhi scoffs.

"Yeah, well, I'm not trying to get girls to look at me." She rolls her eyes in exasperation. You lean to her ear and whisper, "It's best that you let him believe that you are.”

"Are you kidding me? That's the most important thing. You have to learn to be a gentle man and please the ladies. Like me." Tamaki pulls a fresh red rose out of no where, a sparkle in his hooded eyes as he stares at Haruhi, who stares back awkwardly.

"I just don't think it's all that important." At Haruhi's words, Tamaki's expression falls, as that's probably the first time he'd ever heard that before from someone in his Host Club.

Haruhi's annoyed expression has disappeared from her features and she looks up at Tamaki.

“Why should we care about appearances and labels anyway? I mean, all that really matters is what's on the inside, right? I don't understand why you even have a host club like this." she turns back to watch the other hosts complete their duties.

"It's a cruel reality, isn't it?" At this, Haruhi fumes and turns to glare directly at Tamaki, who is oblivious.

"It's not often that God creates a perfect person like moi. Beautiful both inside and out."

"... say what?"

"I understand how you feel since not everyone is blessed as I am but you must console yourself otherwise, how would you go on living? And think think about this, Haruhi, why do you think they put works of art in museums, because beauty should be shared with the world, and those born beautiful should..." Tamaki spins and gestures with his arms and hands dramatically as he speaks, practically speaking to... no one.

It's natural that, by now, the club members have learned to tune Tamaki out and ignore his rambling. You mind decides to focus on something else... anything else.

"How do you think this will play out?" You ask Kyoya as he stands beside you. He looks down at you and says nothing for a moment. After a few seconds, you think he's just going to ignore you, but at long last he answers you.

"This could either play out well or... not." Kyoya directs his attention to Tamaki, spinning and twirling about the room as he rambles on and on about whatever it is he's trying to teach Haruhi.

"Well, of course it has to play out one way or another." You scoff with crossed arms, shifting your weight onto one foot. You can almost hear him roll his eyes beside you.

"That's not what I meant." he grumbles. You ignore him. "What if she can't handle him like we can?" You worry, bringing your hand up to your mouth to bite nervously at your nails.

"Who says we handle him? I just ignore him. I expect that you do the same." Kyoya shrugs. There's a beat of silence before he reaches over and yanks your hand from your mouth. "You shouldn't do that." He states simply. You exclaim in protest, "What? Since when do you care?" you whine pathetically.

Kyoya tsks and grabs your wrist and holds it up to your own face, moving his fingers to intertwine with yours and then to take three of your fingers and envelope them in his hand. Your cheeks burn a bright shade of red and it begins to spread up to your ears. You half expect something to happen before-

"You're ruining your nail beds."

You frown and snatch your hand back from his, your blush turning into irritation. "And what does that have to do with anything?" You consciously tuck your hands under your arms, effectively keeping your fingers from view.

"You serve tea. The customers see your hands on a regular basis. It's customary to keep your fingers and nails neat for their enjoyment."

For... their enjoyment? Their enjoyment?

You're about to retort with a particularly angry statement when-

"Huh! I got it!" Haruhi exclaims, you and Kyoya both turn your attention to Tamaki and Haruhi. You don't miss the fact that the twins are lingering suspiciously behind you. Tamaki grins.

"Oh, did-"

"Obnoxious!"

Tamaki freezes, his body stiffening and his skin growing pale. All of a sudden, he's crouched with his knees to his chest in the opposite corner of the room. You sigh, rubbing your temples.

"Typical." You grumble. You feel two arms on either of your shoulders and you gasp, spinning quickly to find the twins behind you. You breath a sigh of relief.

"Uh... I'm sorry, Tamaki-Senpai." Haruhi's voice falters as she watches the effect her words have had on the so-called "King" of the Host Club. The twins laugh haughtily in unison behind you and place on arm each atop your head, causing you to slouch. "He's a hero, alright." They grin widely.

"But he is a pain in the neck..." Haruhi whispers under her breath. You hear her loud and clear. Haruhi moves her head to look up at where Tamaki is sulking in his corner.

"I'm sorry, Senpai. But your lesson did strike a small chord with me." Haruhi admits apologetically.

There's a beat of anxious silence before Tamaki rises from his spot on the floor confidently, completely recovered from his initial shock. "Really, it did? Let me teach you more, my friend." He poses for dramatic effect.

"He got over that quite quickly, didn't he?" You inquire with the least amount of curiosity you can muster.

"It's to be expected, isn't it?" Kyoya reminds from beside you. You nod.

"... Boss?" Kaoru tilts his head in confusion. Tamaki wiggles the fingers on his outstretched hand with sparkling eyes. "Call me King!" He insists.

"You can teach him all the basics of hosting-"

"-but he's never going to get very far with the ladies if he doesn't look the part, you know." Hikaru abandons his position next to you and his brother and stands in front of Haruhi, hands shoved casually in his pocket.

"He's not exactly Host Club material, but..." Kaoru reaches forward for Haruhi's glasses, sliding them off her face with closed eyes.

"Maybe if we take off his glasses, it'll help." Kaoru removes Haruhi's glasses, resulting in her hurried protests, "Hey! I need those!" She exclaims.

Kaoru opens his eyes and they widen in shock and astonishment, staring into two of the most entrancing orbs he'd ever seen, and judging by Hikaru's reaction, he was thinking the same. Both twins are frozen on the spot as Haruhi blindly reaches out into nothing in search of something do steady herself.

"I used to have contacts but I lost them on the first day of school." She explains with urgency. Tamaki thunders toward the pair of twins, still unmoving, and pushes them harshly from his way.

Shoulders tense and eyes hidden by his blonde bangs, Tamaki snaps his finger with a flustered grunt. Again, out of instinct, you straighten up and arrive at his side with the twins following in your wake.

"y/n, Hikaru, Kaoru." He calls sternly. Immediately, the you and the twins know what's being asked of you.

"Got it!" The twins reply with a stiff salute. Each twin grabs one of Haruhi's wrist and quickly drag her forcefully from the room with thundering steps. Haruhi yells out for help in protest, but no one responds. You follow the twins with a calmness that's unmatched by the rest of the hosts around you, and you gently shut the double doors behind you. You assume that the Host Club isn't far behind.

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The twins shove Haruhi disorientedly into a changing room, presenting her with a boys' uniform. "Change into his uniform." They demand in incredible unison.

"What? But why?" Haruhi gapes at them cowering against the wall in the back of the changing room.

"Don't ask questions!" The twins leap together and pounce on Haruhi, attempting to change her into the uniform with haste.

"Okay, okay, but you guys need to get out!" She screams, shoving both twins out of the changing room. Hikaru and Kaoru land face first at your feet and groan, both recovering quickly and glancing at each other with confused hums. Then, they both look up at your for clarification. As if you can read their minds, you nod wordlessly to them in assurance and they both look back at each other.

Another realization has come to be made and two more lightbulbs flicker to life among the three already lit.

After a while of silence and patient waiting by the members of the Host Club, Haruhi can be heard from inside the changing room.

"Um, Senpai?" Her timid voice calls from behind the thin curtain. She pulls it open gently, revealing her femininely styled hair and cleaned up appearance in the fresh, new uniform.

"Mmm cute! You're as pretty as a girl! Adorable!" Tamaki's hands cup his own cheeks as he squirms in place.

"Haru-chan, you look so cute!" Honey gasps with excitement.

Haruhi looks polished from head to toe, clean and freshly pressed uniform adorning her body, hair neatly styled and combed, glasses long gone and beautiful eyes shining with innocence.

"If we had known that's how you really looked-"

"-we would have helped you out sooner!"

Ah, the twins. Always a pleasure to behold.

"Who knows? Maybe he'll draw in some customers." Kyoya acknowledges nonchalantly. Your heart skips a beat, and you face him quickly.

"Customers? W-what do you mean-"

"You know, that's just what I was thinking." Tamaki smirks with a single finger held near his face and a convincing gaze, effectively cutting you off.

But you know better. That is complete and utter... for lack of a better word... bullcrap.

"Our errand boy is moving up the ranks. Starting today, you are an official member of the Host Club." Tamaki directs his finger towards Haruhi with determination. Your face heats up in fury and you clench your hands into fists, opening your mouth to speak when-

"I will personally train you to be a first-rate host. If you can get 100 to request your service, we will completely forget about our 8 million yen debt." Tamaki explains

"A host?" Haruhi gasps with wide eyes.

"Ooh, that's gotta burn." Hikaru nudges you playfully, his shoulders shaking as he chuckles and Kaoru snickers next to him.

"What?" You raise an eyebrow in curiosity and shift to face them. They continue to laugh at your expense, even if you don't know quite know why yet.

"Promoted from errand boy to host in one day, can't say it's ever been done." Hikaru sighs with crossed arms. Your heart sinks when you realize what they mean; they're making fun of you and your position. Haruhi shifts her attention to you, nearly apologetic.

"Oh, I-"

"It's alright, Haruhi. I know my place." Your glare burns into the side of Kyoya's head, but he pays you no mind although he knows you're glaring at him.

"I think you would make a wonderful host, Senpai." Haruhi straightens her tie and you provide her with a small smile, grateful for her assessment.

"I think I would, as well, but-"

"y/n, you know why we don't do that." Kyoya's voice breaks into your sentence. You scoff in anger. "Why, Kyoya? Is it because you think I wouldn't attract male customers?" You challenge with an intense gaze. Kyoya's glasses glint as he pushes them up and his head slowly turns to acknowledge you.

"Uh, oh." the twins observe the pair of you cautiously, coming to realize the debacle they might've just caused. Haruhi hums in confusion.

"What?" Haruhi questions as the twins peer down at her. Their shoulders sag in unison and they both turn their heads and watch the intense stare-off between Kyoya and yourself. Everyone in the room knows what's about to happen, because it's simply happened before- the two of you are notorious for bickering and arguing due to your like minds, but the host club is exasperated with these debates.

"They get like this often." Tamaki dreadfully acknowledges from beside Haruhi with a thoughtful and somber expression. Haruhi isn't sure she's seen Tamaki like this before. He's often been eccentric whenever she's experienced him. This seems like a serious situation.

"It's sad, really. They're so alike, yet they're also so different." Tamaki sighs wistfully as he observes them. Haruhi's head tilts.

"If only they would realize... you know, they think the boss is oblivious." Kaoru snickers softly as Hikaru joins in suit. Tamaki chuckles briefly and continues to examine your debate with Kyoya.

"We don't cater to the male gender. And you have a debt to pay." Kyoya reminds you with the accusing gesture of his pen, much to your dismay.

"So does Haruhi." You gesture back to Haruhi. You challenge Kyoya with a growing smirk, and Haruhi stiffens when you mention your name in your debate, smiling nervously. She hates to think she might be a reason to cause this little argument.

"That's different. You know that. Now, we have customers to serve and you-"

"What's the difference? Can't someone else do your shopping and your chores? I'm tired of it." the tone of your voice begins to turn sour as you speak, and you cross your arms defensively as you shift your weight onto one foot, assuming a type of power stance. When Kyoya doesn't respond, you continue.

"I could just quit, you know. You'd be nowhere without my insight." You jab an accusing finger in Kyoya's general direction and your eyes narrow significantly.

"You can't quit, Y/N. We have a written agreement. You pay back your debt in manual labor- nothing more, nothing less." Kyoya straightens his glasses with his middle finger, a glare reflecting to hide his eyes.

"Make me." You challenge, taking a confident step forward and glare daggers into Kyoya's eyes- well, glasses, as that's all you can see.

"And what would your father think of your behavior right now, hm? Not well, I would think. You know he and my father have a wonderful business relationship. You wouldn't want to ruin that and suffer the consequences, would you?" Kyoya leans forward to project his hateful aura onto you and you stumble back, lips parted in shock and bewilderment, eyes glazing over at the mention of the consequences you might suffer.

You step back to avoid his intimidating glare and you feel your throat tighten, your chest constrict as a sob threatens to rip through you at any moment now. You feel your heart ping and you turn abruptly, a choked sob making its way through your mouth as you disappear.

"Kyoya-Senpai... don't you think that was a little harsh?" Hikaru timidly turns to peek at Kyoya from beside his brother.

"I don't know what you mean." Kyoya resumes his scribbling in his notebook with an emotionless expression.

"Yeah, you basically treated her like a child." Kaoru pipes up with furrowed eyebrows.

"If she's going to behave like one, I'm going to treat her like one." Kyoya shrugs with nonchalance. "Her behavior was out of line and-"

"Yeah, well so was yours." Haruhi pipes up, effectively cutting Kyoya off, much to everyone else's surprise. Kyoya turns with a calculating gaze, almost glaring, "I beg your pardon?" His monotone voice may seem emotionless but he's utterly baffled.

"Why would you say something like that to her? Aren't you guys friends?" Haruhi stands at the entrance to the dressing room, fiddling with her tie and her other hand tucked behind her back.

Kyoya hesitates a moment, "I... suppose we are, but-"

"When why would you make her cry?" Haruhi tilts her head innocently. Kyoya, cut off again, shuts his mouth. He thinks a moment. Haruhi speaks again the silence, "All she wanted to was to be a real host. Now that I've experienced her job, I would be tired of it too if I'd worked here for as long as she probably has." Haruhi's eyes narrow.

"Why would you say such mean things to Y/N-chan, Kyo-chan?" Honey's eyes glisten, widened as he clutches Usa-chan to his chest looking at Kyoya from the ground like a child. Kyoya peers down at him and feels his stone-cold heart soften just a touch.

Kyoya doesn't speak, but nonetheless everyone is staring at him expectantly.

"Do... you guys mind if I go check on her?" Haruhi gestures with her thumb toward the exit, and no one moves to protest against her. "I'll be back." Haruhi assures, turning on her heel and disappearing around the doorframe.

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As you sit dejectedly at a piano bench, you rest your head on your palm as your elbow rests on the keys, your other hand playing the keys to the right of you in an overly-complicated Mary Had A Little Lamb tune.

Haruhi quietly pushes open one of the doors; all of the guests have gone and you're left alone to, for lack of better word, brood.

As Haruhi peeks inside the room, she spots you with your back facing her. She quietly steps in and closes the door gently behind her, her actions silent. You're completely oblivious to her presence.

She steps towards you with the utmost silence, focused on getting her case of curiosity cured. "Um... y/n-Senpai?"

You yelp and spin around, a dissonant chord coming from the piano as your fingers slip and play the entirely wrong note. You turn abruptly and place a hand over your heart. "Oh, Haruhi... you scared me." You exhale in relief. Haruhi grins sheepishly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Senpai. I just..." she hesitates a moment- maybe it's not best to bring it up right away, it might scare you off from getting the answers she wants.

"I... heard you playing, I think that's the most beautiful rendition of Mary Had A Little Lamb that I've ever heard." Haruhi scratches the back of her neck nervously, eyes shut nervously and her posture straight. You smile. You scoot over and pat the seat next to you. "Sit." You insist.

Haruhi responds immediately. She lowers herself and takes her place next to you. "It's... an American nursery rhyme, right? I've heard it before." Haruhi scans the piano, desperate to look at anything but you out of nerves.

"Yeah, I learned it when my father had something to take care of in America when I was young. My nanny was unable to take care of me... so he brought me along with him." You explain, playing a simply tune as Haruhi sits fascinated beside you.

"Wow, I've never been to America..." She watches your fingers play the keys effortlessly and you smile at her.

"Senpai... can I ask you something?" Haruhi asks after a moment of quiet. despite the beautiful piano tinkling in the midst of the silence.

"Sure." You reply, your eyes not moving off the keys.

"Why were you angry when Tamaki-Senpai told me that I was going to be a host?"

You stop moving your fingers and stare at the keys as your heart sinks into your stomach; you knew she wasn't in here to listen to you play piano.

"I didn’t mean to cause a scene." you turn to fixate on the wall opposite you.

"Oh, I didn't mean that." Haruhi shakes her hands at you hastily. "I just... I want to know why." she clarifies.

"I don't want to be an errand girl. It's as simple as that." You rise from your seat and shut the piano's lid, reaching for your messenger bag beside it.

"But Kyoya-Senpai said that you have a debt to pay." Haruhi's statement is blunt but nonetheless it makes you freeze with your music sheets half-way into your bag.

"I... do." You shove your sheets messily in your bag and not into your folder like you intended. "But, Haruhi, I hope you understand... I don't think I'm ready to talk about it yet." You snap the buttons together on your messenger bag, raising your head to glance at Haruhi cautiously.

"Of course, Senpai, I didn't mean to pry." Haruhi assures hastily as you continue to put away your things. You grin and place an assuring hand on her shoulder. "I know you didn't, Haruhi. I appreciate you coming to check on me." You ruffle her hair playfully, and she fixes it with a sheepish grin.

You hear the door open and the both of you turn to look at it, and find Tamaki leaning against the doorframe with his hand shoved in his pockets, a small smile resting on his face.

"Haruhi, would you give us a moment?" He asks in a soothing voice, and Haruhi stands immediately.

"Sure." She hurries to the door and takes one last look at you, still seated at the piano, and disappears behind Tamaki and down the extensive hallway.

"What do you want, Tamaki?" You sigh in exasperation as you continue put things in order around you. "What? I have to want something to make sure you're alright?" Tamaki walks toward you with shrugged shoulders. For once, he's one of those people where the answer to that question would be a genuine no- Tamaki never has to want anything to check up on someone.

"No... I guess you're right." You huff, your bag halfway on your shoulder before he gestures you for you to sit with him. You do as your told and allow yourself to sit next to him, staring up at him expectantly as he begins to speak.

"You know, Kyoya had a point back there." He shrugs, fighting a smile off of his face because he knows what he's said will get a reaction out of your.

"What? Why are you taking his side?" You ask, frankly a little hurt that one of your best friends would take the side of someone who'd scolded you like a chid not half an hour ago and embarrassed you in front of a stranger.

"There'a a reason we don't cater to the boys at this school." Tamaki grins, an explanation just waiting to be revealed as soon as you ask, "Why?" You inquire with curiosity.

"Well, for starters, we know you, y/n. We're not ready to see you interact with boys the way we interact with our guests. You're still like a child to us. It would be a crime to let my little girl fraternize with boys in that way." Tamaki pouts pathetically, his puppy-eyes making an appearance, and that never fails to make you comply to his every demand.

"All of you feel that way?" You ask breathless with shock, and it embarrasses you to even ask, but- "Even... Kyoya?"

Tamaki laughs dramatically, causing you to jump and grip onto the edge of your seat, quite literally, until your knuckles turn white. "Especially Kyoya. Don't worry, my dear." Tamaki positions his fingers under your chin and lifts your eyes to meet him in a platonic way.

"Trust me when I say that he means no ill intent, he's only looking out for you. You're more than just an errand girl to us, y/n. You're our secret weapon. You're our little spy... you know what the guests want. You can see into the complicated mind that is the female gender. That's why we want you as errand girl- you know the ins and outs of our operation almost as well as Kyoya does- if not, even better." Tamaki's eyes are what make him an open book- they display the upmost honesty and truthfulness that make your eyes glaze over with appreciation.

"R-Really?" You hiccup, tears threatening to spill over your rosy cheeks as your eyes crease as you smile. Tamaki nods.

"Yes, princess. Really." Tamaki smiles. You sigh in relief and wrap your arms around his torso, which he returns almost immediately.

"Thanks, Tamaki... I'm feeling much better now." You sniffle and dab at your eyes gently with a handkerchief in your pocket as to not ruin your makeup that you worked oh so hard on this morning. Tamaki chuckles.

"Anything for you, my darling. Come, we have club duties to attend to, my little errand girl." Tamaki stands and dramatically outstretches his hand to help you from your seat; as a true gentleman should. You flash him a genuine and grateful smile.

🎵I run and run a thousand miles, and I am barely breathing. Only the fuel of a passionate heart keeps this body strong and moving forward.

Could it be I found a place to rest? How far until I’m OK?

Trees of the town reveal the time has come once again to shift our shade and colors. 🎵

🎵The world always changes around us but weakness will always remain;

Through all the pain, believe in who we are right here and now! 🎵

🎵Raise one hand to the sky; raise them both lift them high!!

And you’ll cut through the darkness make it go!

The time to start is now! And I can show you how.

Start with me, and the world will be even bigger than ever before. 🎵

♡Next time, on Indeed...♡

You’ve gained a new member in your beloved host club! Oh, may the Lord have mercy on her soul...

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The Boy From the Coffee Shop

♡ Pairing- TAEHYUNG X Reader

♡ Genre- Romance, SMUT, ONE SHOT

♡Description- What happens when you break up with your boyfriend and go to a coffee shop. And once there you meet someone would you live with him or stay and drink your coffee.

♡ Again thank you S for editing all my story. Seriously love you I dont know what I will do without you.😭😭

♡ Word Count- 2,698

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Here you was sitting at a coffee shop you have never been to but you needed to get out of your apartment, no matter what. You just found out that your boyfriend just cheated on you with your best friend and you didn’t know what to do. All you knew is that you didn’t want to be at your apartment, you needed air, you needed something.

You kept remembering what he told you when you caught him. His excuse was you never had time for him and you didn’t know how to pleasure him like Nicole did. You worked so hard to try and get tickets for a vacation you wanted to book for you and him for his birthday. The only good thing that came out of this is that you haven’t booked anything.

“Excuse me but why are you crying?”

You looked up and there was a boy, no a man, sitting in front of you. He was the handsomest man you have ever seen with his curly hair and devilish look. You touch your face to realize that you were crying.

“Oh, I didn’t realize I was” he gave you a napkin and you wiped your tears with them.

“Thank you” you told him.

“Now will you tell me why a beautiful person as yourself is crying alone in a café?”

You don’t know why you wanted to tell him what is wrong with you. Maybe because you had no one to talk to or because you needed to let it out.

“My boyfriend cheated on me and I needed to get out” “Get out? Did he hurt you?” you saw the concern in his eyes.

“No No” you waved your hands in front of his face.

“I found out that he cheated on me with my best friend and I needed air. If I stayed at home I felt like I couldn’t breathe”

“Well he is a stupid one for leaving a beautiful lady like you. I know this is stupid but would you want to go out to eat. I saw all you had was coffee and that’s not good for your stomach.”

You know what he was saying is true, having too much coffee always upsets your stomach. You normally wouldn’t go out with a person you just met but something about him, you don’t know, makes you trust him.

“Can I know your name before I say yeah?” he laughed a soulful deep laugh you never heard before.

“ You are right, my name is Taehyung but my friends call me Tae and you?

“ Y/n”

“ Well Y/N do you want to go to dinner with me?” He said smiling with a boxy smile and you couldn’t help but laugh. You don’t know what it is, you just met him, but he made you feel at ease and made you feel so relaxed like you can trust him.

“Yes” you told him.

“Then let's go” he said holding out his hand and you took it. You both left the café and took a taxi to the restaurant.

The restaurant was fancier than what you expected, you looked down at your clothes and grabbed Taehyung's arm.

“I don’t think I’m dressed right for this place” you told him and he looked at you up and down.

“My friend owns this place, don't worry about it.” He said, giving you his boxy smile again. You went to the restaurant and the waitress took you to a private booth in the back. You were surprised with how grand the restaurant was. You both sit in the booth with him next to you. He orders your favorite wine and some delicious food. You both were talking and drinking the whole not that you started feeling yourself get tipsy.

You kept on looking at his beautiful face and noticed he had a cute mole in the tip of his nose.

“You're so beautiful” You told him you felt brave with the 3rd glasses of wine you already had.

“You are the beautiful one here” he said, you didn’t notice how close you were but you wanted to kiss him so deadly. You were so tipsy so you didn’t care, you went put your arms around his neck and kissed him. You were expecting for him to push you away but was surprised when he kissed you back. You felt his tongue on the bottom of your lips and you opened your mouth slightly and felt his tongue in your mouth. You both were kissing each other like your life depended on it. You pull the hair on the back of his neck to try to get him closer. You need to feel him closer, you need him to touch you. You don’t know when it happened but you are now straddling him. Your hands were running through his soft curly hair that felt so good to feel. He started kissing you down your neck and found your spot below your ear at the same time you were rubbing him and couldn’t help but moan when you felt how hard he was getting.

He pulled away for a second and both of you were breathing heavily.

“I think we should take this somewhere private?” you know it was wrong to go somewhere with a person you just met. But you don’t know if it was the wine but you wanted him and needed him. You never felt like this before.

“Yes” you told him getting up from him.

“ Then let's go” he said, grabbing your arm and going outside to grab a taxi.

You both got to his apartment in UN village , known as one of the places only the rich and famous live. You follow him to his building and to the elevator to one of the top floors of the building. When you enter the apartment it is luxurious with meaning painting around. It almost looked like an art gallery,

“Do you want more wine?” you honestly wanted some more you were starting to get nervous. But not that you wanted to be there no more like you were nervous from excitement you didn’t know what to do.

“Here” he handed you a glass of wine “relax I won't bite you, yet” he said with a laugh then biting his own lips.

God he was so hot doing that.

“Let's watch a movie,'' he said going to the living room and sitting down. “You followed him and sat down next to him taking a huge sip of your wine.

“Do you want to pick what movie?”

“you can pick” you told him, honestly you don’t know what movie he picked. You honestly couldn’t pay attention to what was playing on the screen because you wanted to kiss him again and feel him touching you. You put your glasses down that you finished on the floor and grabbed his glass and put it down too. You straddle him again and he looked you in the eyes with a little surprise.

“I want to kiss you again” you told him.

“Then go for it princess” You put your arms around his neck and kissed him. It was innocent at first and slow but then he grabbed your hair and pulled you closer. You moved your body close to him as possible with your dress riding up. Both your tongues were at war with each other.

One of his hands went down to your back, lowered your zipper down and then he pulled away and you got up and slowly started taking your clothes in front of him. You decided to keep your heels on and went back to straddling him again. You kissed him hard again you never done this before but something about you makes you feel so sexy and confident.

Next minute you know he turned you over to lay on the couch with him on top of you. You looked up at him and he had both your hands pinned on top of you and with his other hand he was taking off his tie.

“I’m going to make you forget about your ex princess” he said tying your hands together “ I am going to make you mine” and then he kissed you. His kiss was soft but hard full of need. When he was kissing you his hands went down your body and with one hard pull he ripped your bra off of you. You found it so hot that he did that, you wanted to touch him but your hands are tied above you.

“I will buy you another one” right after he said that he started sucking your nipples with his other hand running down your body. It felt so good feeling his hands down your body that you couldn’t help but moan.

Then his hand finally rushed where you wanted it. He switched nipples and started rubbing you over your panties. You moan from the feeling of him rubbing you. You closed your eyes and lifted up your body to feel more of him.

He started kissing down your body till he got your pantyline and he looked up at you. You lifted your ass from the couch and he pulled them down. He threw them somewhere in the room. He spreaded your leg wide with lifting one of your legs over his shoulder.

He started eating you out like a starving man and you couldn’t help but to moan in pleasure. God the things he was doing to you with his tongue was driving you crazy. His tongue was everywhere in you, licking you everywhere. To drive you more crazy you felt him put a finger in you while licking your clit.

“ Oh Taehyung please” you don’t know what you were begging for all you know you need something. You never felt like this before with your ex. It was normally about him, about making him feel good, this was the first someone who went down on you. But this felt amazing him licking you while he pumps his finger in and out of you. You never felt this feeling before but you were sure this is what people said an orgasm felt like.

You felt it, you were so close, you wanted to grab his hair but you couldn’t so you clawed the pillow behind your back and lifted your hips closer to his mouth.

“ Taehyung…” you moaned, you cummed so hard that you felt like your eyes rolled that back of your head. He kept licking even after you cum and finally he stopped and came up to you.

“So how was that?” he asked you, you were still out of breath from everything that happened.

“Honestly that was amazing, I never felt like that”

“you never cum?” he gave you a confusing look

“It was always about making my ex feel good” you said, turning your head to look away.

He grabbed your head and forced you to look at him.

“Then this is all about you tonight” and then he kissed you again. You can taste yourself in his mouth. His hands went down your body again bringing that same heat as before to your body.

“can I touch you?” he chuckled a little

“Not tonight princess” he said and kissed you. This kiss was sweet. You can feel his want from his kiss and you can taste yourself. His hands run down your body again bringing that heat you felt before. He found your clit again and started rubbing again. He inserted a finger in you and started pumping and then two it was driving you crazy.

“Taehyung please”

“Do you want my dick inside you?”

“Hmmm”

“Yess please” you almost screamed, he took his finger out of you and got on his knees in front of you. He bites his lips while unzipping his pants and pulling his pants down with his boxer.

His dick was fully in front of you and you never saw something so big. You wondered if it would fit inside you but honestly you didn’t care if it tore you apart you wanted him inside you.

He started rubbing himself in front of you. He looked so hot with his curly hair all messy and in front of his eyes. His long fingers around his dick pumping himself you couldn’t help but moan from this sight.

“you want me inside you?” he said looking at you

“want me to fuck you like a fucking whore?”

“Yes, Taehyung please” you begged him. He lowered himself to you and kissed you hard on the lips while you felt him on your entrance. You moan in the kiss and tried to move your hips to get him inside you already. He pinned your hips down and looked at you and gave you that boxy smile you started to really love. He started slowly going in you you through your head from the ecstasy feeling you were getting of him starching you out. He was big, bigger than any guy you ever had before. It was painful, but you loved the pain he was giving you. He didn’t move for a second for you can get use to him. But you needed him to move you need him to make you his any way he wanted to. You grabbed his curly hair and kissed him and moved your hips a little to give him some knowledge he can move. He pulled out and then entered you slowly so slow that you thought you were going to die. He kept doing this pull out and slowly enter you. Him going so slow was killing you, you swear you going to die from how slow he was going.

“Please faster,” you told him. He looked as you with a smirk you “you want me to move faster he said starting to kiss you down your neck.

“Please Tae”

“Hmm” he said still slowly moving in you and kissing your neck.

“god please “

“there no god here sweetie”

“Fuck daddy please “you begged him you don’t care how you sounded you just needed him to move faster. He started to laugh and picked up his speed moving faster and harder in you. You wrapped your legs around his waist having your heels digging on his ass. He kept going faster and faster and harder.

“Yes, daddy yes”

“fuck your so fucking tight”

“do you want me to cum inside you hmmm, do you want me to make you my whore?”

“Yes, please cum inside me make me your whore please”

He fucked you harder repeatedly, his hands went down your body and started rubbing your clit in the same time. You leaned your head back and rolled your head back of your head. You sum so hard, never in your life did you ever cum as hard as Taehyung made you. He didn’t let you relax or fully come down from the high you were in. He kissed you hard again on the lips while fucking you and rubbing your clit in the same time. Few seconds matter both of you cum hard together. He pulled out of you and fall next to you, both of you laid there for a second catching your breath. He got up untied your wrist, you rubbed your wrists while he went and got a towel to help clean you.

He cleaned you up and he laid down next to you on the couch.

“sorry about the wrist” he said, and you laughed.

“sorry about your ass” he laughed

“why don’t we finally go to the room?”

You got up to follow him but weren’t able to walk. He turned around to look at you and started to laugh. He carried you to the room and lied you down, he lied next to you and pulled the covers over both of you.

“I know this is the wrong thing to ask but would you like to go out with me?”

You looked at him and giggled “ yes I would love that” both of you fell asleep after in each other arms.

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