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Helloooo. Lemme start by saying how awesome fantastic amazing your fics are. I have a solhwi ask/prompt if it's not a problem. What would the study group's reaction be to established solhwi + bonus for prof kim and yangs reactions. Any headcanon or fic you can write about this please.

wicked love, leaves me blind

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a/n: aaaa thank you so much for the kind words and the request! there's slight canon divergence in this and i decided on a more head canon format for this fic. this turned out kinda longer than expected but AAA my mind really ran with this prompt lmaooo. without much further adieu, i hope you like this <333

it's been 2 weeks since joon hwi confessed to her, running to her house in the middle of the night, panicked and afraid after the news of lee man ho hunting down professor yang

after the man had run from the scene, joon hwi was sure that he'd come back to his house, not afraid to hurt anyone on the way there. and in an instant, he started running, taking off towards her house without a second thought

by time he had reached her house, he was drenched in sweat, his heart thundering out of his chest in panic, in fear and in hope, that she was all right. he knocked frantically on the door of her house, hoping, praying that she was alright.

and to his relief, sol opened the door, her hair put up in the familiar messy bun. she yawned as she opened the door languidly, still wearing the hanguk law school sweatshirt he had once loaned her during a sleepless night of studying.

"han joon hwi? what are you doing here, it's lat-"

he lunged for her without a thought, gathering her in his arms and pressing her close to his body. she's alive, she's okay, chorused in his head as he shuddered out a breath of relief. she let out a soft oof but relaxed into him, her arms coming around his waist in a familiar way

he pulled away after what seemed like not long enough of a hug, and maybe it was the adrenaline, or the pure euphoria of finding her safe and in one piece that pushed him towards her lips, kissing her with fevor.

and after a shocked moment, she kissed him back, drinking him in, tugging him closer, desperate for more, more, more

and the rest was, well, history. it didn't take long after for the two of them to confess to each other, understanding that they needed each other in their life.

so it's been 2 weeks since han joon hwi confessed to her. really, they meant to keep their relationship secret. in the midst of their fight against assemblyman ko, the case against lee man ho and the mystery of what really happened the night of the hit-and-run case, they agreed that it was easier to keep it under wraps

after all, it was a new relationship to both of them. it wasn't like they hadn't dated other people, but what sol and joon hwi had was a carefully built friendship that was founded in trust and care for each other. and making it public, could only do them more damage as they become leverage against each other if their case goes south.

they only had one, very, very small, problem.

they were awful at keeping their hands off each other

alone time was very scarce for the both of them. with joon hwi being highly ranked, he was always pulled into every study session and every discussion in the school. not to mention, he had his own studies to maintain, alongside working at the legal clinic and helping professor yang with the mystery that had plagued the school.

kang sol's case was no different. she had to slave over her assignments, spending every spare moment at the school library, pouring over her text books. the moment not spent there was split between working to gather money for her mother and byeol, the legal clinic and assemblyman ko's case. not to mention her digging into kang dan's whereabouts as much as she could.

every single time they had together, there were too many people around for their tastes. during their busiest days, they had settled for subtle touches and stealing glances at each other whenever possible

so they spent their spare moments, huddled in the corridors, catching up on each other's days, making out and getting some time alone.

they'd make all kinds of excuses to leave early or walk each other to their dorm rooms, trying to maximize all their time with each other. every time they made to each other's rooms, they'd linger at the entrance, trying to see each other for just one more second.

and it was no wonder that when they first got caught, sol was pinned against the stairwell wall, joon hwi's lips buried in her neck. his fingers ghosted the hem of her shirt as she was pulled him closer to her and then...

clang!

the two broke apart, startled at the noise, their faces red. joon hwi's usual bangs were disheveled, sol's messy bun now loose and her hair cascading down her shoulders.

the two of them turned their head towards the noise only to find ye-beom and bok-gi, the latter's mouth gaping open like a fish. ye-beom on the other hand, stopped sucking on his lollypop, eyes wide as they looked at each other then looked back at the couple who were caught red handed.

bok-gi's hands were still frozen as the plate that fell from his hands lay at his feet and for what felt like eternity, there was absolute silence.

and then chaos.

"you two- when did you- how- what-" both of them started firing their questions rapid-fire.

the couple, who's faces were strawberry red, shushed them the best they could, looking around frantically to ensure no one else would here the commotion.

it took around 10 minutes for the boys to calm down, still reeling from what they witnessed

slowly, the couple explained that they were dating, and satisfying some of their curiosity before letting the boys go, with the stern warning of never repeating any of this information to anyone.

predictably, their whole study group knew about sol A and joon hwi the very next day.

of course, while ye-beom and bok-gi were huge gossips, they made sure the news didn't reach outside their sphere.

the next day, sol and joon hwi were the first ones to walk into the hideout, attempting to put up their "we're best friends! no relationship here!" facade up early, while the rest of the group quietly shuffled in.

they were good for the first 5 minutes (in reality they didn't last even 2 minutes) but joon hwi just can't keep his eyes off of her, especially when she's working through arguments for the case

the lovesick display lasts about... 10 minutes before Sol B stands up from her chair abruptly, causing everyone to jump in their seats.

as always, her face is neutral, but she spins to face ji ho, as the boy adjusted his glasses on his face so he could look up at her

"you own me 20 dollars" she simply stated at him, her hand outstretched

"what, no way i'm paying that" ji ho moved back, his face shocked that she even remembered

"you bet that they would take 3 months to confess, and i bet at 6 months— "

"it's been way longer than 6 months!"

"mine was closer"

"i think," ye-seul interjected as she took her seat at the table, heading back from her project work for professor kim's class, "that you both owe me 20 dollars. from what I remember, i bet that they would take longer!"

a chaotic clamber erupted as each member argued who owed who money, who bet on what,

"yah, ye-seul, how could you bet on me like that!" Sol interrupted the clamor, spinning to look at her best friend in shock and disbelief.

"sorry, unnie. it was too tempting of an offer for me to turn down" she replied, not looking the least bit apologetic.

joon hwi grinned at sol A as she looked around flabbergasted at their friends, before he grabbed her idle hand and held it up.

"just so we can fend off any confusion, sol is now my girlfriend. sorry we didn't get to tell you earlier, but to make up, we'll treat you to a dinner after all this mess is offered."

their group cheered at that, never being the one to turn down an offer for free food

it was bliss for the couple after that, and relief too. they could both agree that keeping a relationship under wraps was much harder than they could handle, with so much of this being new to them alongside the chaos of their lives

telling their friends took the pressure off, at least allowing themselves to indulge in each other without having to be extra careful of who was watching.

theirs was a blinding love. it was blinding bliss, it was peace.

bonus +1:

professor kim was a busy woman, but she always had the time for her students. taking the time to know each and every one of them was something she took pride in as a teacher.

but out of all her students, the study group lead by han joon hwi consisted of her favorite students that she taught. as a result of professor seo's unfortunate death and the reveal of everything that assemblyman ko had orchestrated, professor kim found herself around those kids more and more.

nevertheless, it was another day, another case to navigate at the legal clinic. it was a busy afternoon at hanguk law school, and professor kim's star students, sol and joon hwi huddled together trying to find the best way for the property case at hand

she had always had a soft spot for those two, ever since their class first semester when sol A blurted out a judgement and joon hwi, out of nowhere supported her. of all her years of teaching, she hadn't found a duo that was more hardworking, passionate and loyal than the two of them

Sol A was not her brightest student but she had tenacity and passion that more than made up for it. She could spot the hardworking girl, hunched over her textbooks hours after every other student had left.

Professor Kim had always found that some of the brightest students in her class would make for the worst in the field. because, being a lawyer wasn't about memorizing the codes or adhering to the rigid structure that many assumed the law to be. it was to offer kindness, compassion and understanding that they were humans first, before they could be judged by the law

and she knew that Sol A was one such girl who had that. She had watched as she defended Yang, even when the detectives and prosecutor were trying to close up the case and force him down as the perpetrator. even when joon hwi was accused, Sol stood by his side, pursing every route possible to prove his innocence. At every turn, she stood up for those who needed sympathy and kindness from the law; for those that the law would have hurt.

Joon Hwi was no different. the first time she saw him, she assumed him to be a cold, callous genius who had no time for anyone but himself. but oh, how wrong she was. Joon hwi was quiet the opposite. Even while being a generally reserved student, he had an inviting energy surrounding him that made every one like him, despite the intense competition at school

from the first day, it was clear he wasn't here for the marks or the validation of his teachers: it was passion and self motivation that drove him. it was clear that he was built to practice law, his mind was always sharp for legal terms and loopholes. but joon hwi always went the extra mile for his friends, always gave an extra hand to help, even when they didn't necessarily need it.

she could see it in him during Ye-Seul's case, eager to help her. she could see it when Ji Ho's father's suicide case came out, how eager he was to help and comfort his roommate.

but most of all, she could see it with Sol A. she wasn't sure when she had noticed their closeness, but she could see them walking the halls together, a smile spread across both their faces or them arguing across the table at the legal clinic, trying to work out the best method.

she could see it in the way Joon Hwi watched Sol, an almost lovesick smile on his face when she smiled or when she finally got the answers she was searching for. Professor Kim also knew, from her years of watching professor yang and prosecutor bae dance around each other, that it would be rare if they confessed to each other

so it was very odd when she looked across from her stack of papers to find joon hwi holding sol's hand as he flipped through the case file in front of him, both of them hyper focused into the details

maybe it was pure curiosity, maybe it was a taste for chaos that motivated her to call out "oh, are you two finally dating?" expecting their flustered and embarrassed reactions

but instead, she was met with a beaming smile from Joon Hwi that answered all the questions she had. Kang Sol on the other hand was left glaring and sputtering at her new boyfriend.

it was funny and gleeful, watching two of her favored students find a new life together, forging a new path.

and it was also pure relief for her, that she wouldn't have to deal with another professor yang and prosecutor bae situation

bonus +2:

the cold wind whipped around them as the couple accompanied professor yang back to campus. another night, another mystery, another trip to the police station to give witness statements

tonight was no different as the truth of the hit-and-run case started revealing itself, and the professor had accompanied the two students in silence, contemplative of all that has happened, the puzzle pieces slowly clicking together

professor yang was never meant to be a professor, in fact he hates the title itself. what he was meant for was to interrogate, to dig up clues and find out exactly who the culprit is and use the law to prove why they were guilty. for him, one's feelings did not matter, it was always about the evidence presented in front of him and how it could be interpreted.

it didn't mean he didn't care about his students, quite the opposite. it just meant that he wasn't the nurturing type as professor kim was. the one to always meddle in student affairs or keep track of how his students were doing outside of class

but with the two students walking beside him, they were the ones that he wanted to see succeed. they were the ones he was the most proud of as they presented their cases in public, finding their own ways to fight against injustice.

he was proud of them and in his heart, he knew it reminded him of a certain set of school mates, ones that were attached at the hip, a regret he has carried with him until he met her again on the court floor.

so maybe it was the deliriousness of all they had went through together or pure stupidity that made him pause in the tracks. his students continued on for a moment but then paused in their tracks, turning around to see what had stopped their professors.

"Kang Sol A." he nodded towards her.

"Han Joon Hwi." he nodded towards him.

"Congratulations on your new relationship"

he paused after, looking up at his students, both of them wide eyed that Professor Yang of all people, congratulated them on this.

and then, as if making it worse, he smiled.

Kang Sol's mouth dropped open, her hands reaching up to her eyes to rub them as if she was hallucinating what she saw.

Han Joon Hwi was incredulous, blurting out "Professor, have you been taking methamphetamines again?"

"Professor Yang has taken WHAT?" Sol whipped her head around, the sight of her professor expressing glee was already too much for her to handle but the news that he has taken meth just drove her head into overdrive.

the two were stuck in their positions, as their professor moved forward, brushing past them as if this event had never happened.

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perfectlyrose · 5 years

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more tart than sweet

Hunk turns up at Keith's apartment to use his kitchen as his stress baking headquarters at two in the morning.

Keith gains a tart pan, Hunk confirms a suspicion, and Pidge makes a discovery. Shiro just wants some uninterrupted sleep.

Sheith, 2.1k, light teen

part of the sweet dreams are made of this series but can be read separately

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The knocking wakes Keith and Shiro up.

“What’s going on?” Shiro whispers, pulling away from Keith to flop onto his back.

Keith groans in response, fumbling for the lamp on his bedside table. He blinks against the soft light. As far as he knows, the knock on the bedroom door could only have come from one person.

He regrets ever giving Hunk one of his spare keys.

There’s nothing he can do to mask the mess of his or Shiro’s hair or the marks he’d left over Shiro’s collarbones. He sits up and makes sure both he and Shiro are decently covered by the blankets before answering their visitor.

“Yeah?” Keith calls out, voice sleep-rough and cracking.

The door swings open, revealing a fully awake Hunk with a judgmental look on his face. “Keith, why do you not have flour in your kitchen?” His eyes flick over to where Shiro is trying to inch further underneath the blankets. “Oh, hi Shiro. But seriously, Keith, everyone should have flour.”

Keith raises his eyebrows. “Hunk, I don’t bake. Why would I have flour?”

“Everyone needs flour. It’s a staple.” He looks genuinely concerned about Keith’s kitchen’s lack of basic items.

Shiro just looks bleary and confused as he continues to slowly pull up the blankets over his chest. “Keith, why is Hunk in your apartment at two am? Am I just having some really weird dream?”

Keith sighs. “No. He does this sometimes when Pidge has yelled at him for his midnight stress baking. I heard Lance’s scream woke up his entire building when he heard Hunk in his kitchen in the middle of the night.”

“That was rude.” Hunk crosses his arms. “He threw a shoe at me before I could explain. Landed right in the cake batter, too.”

Keith turns towards Shiro. “Surprised he hasn’t ever shown up at your place.”

“I know better than to expect Shiro’s kitchen to have anything usable in it,” Hunk says with a sniff.

Keith shrugs. “Fair enough. So, why are you waking us up instead of just using my kitchen?”

“Well, to be fair, I didn’t know Shiro was here. Also, you don’t have flour! I can’t bake anything!”

“Sorry?” He scoots closer to Shiro, just wanting to curl back into him and go back to sleep.

Hunk narrows his eyes at Keith. “I’m going to the store and getting you some flour and I’m going to teach you how to use it sometime soon.”

“Fine, whatever,” Keith mumbles. He slumps down, giving into the urge to pull the blankets up to cover more of himself.

Hunk leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Keith buries his face in Shiro’s shoulder with a whine.

“Still really hoping that this is just a strange dream,” Shiro mutters as he wraps an arm around Keith and pulls him against him.

They both hear the apartment door close before falling back asleep.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Keith jolts awake an hour later to the sound of cabinets in his kitchen opening and closing and the rustling of plastic bags.

“Keith?” Shiro is barely coherent.

He brushes a quick kiss over Shiro’s cheek and extricates himself from his boyfriend’s grip. “Go back to sleep, Shiro. I’ll be right back.”

“Mmm, okay.” He sinks into the pillow and appears to be dead to the world once again. Keith can’t even hope to repress the fond smile that steals over his face.

Keith can hear muttering coming from the kitchen and sighs. He rubs his eyes and heads out of the bedroom to see what’s going on.

He barely remembers to pull on a pair of boxers before opening the door.

“Oh, hey Keith! You didn’t have to get up,” Hunk says, looking up with grin when Keith walks into the kitchen and just blinks at him. He continues putting away food, humming something Keith is pretty sure he heard on the radio a couple of days ago.

His counter is covered in groceries and a variety of pans that he doesn’t recognize. “You were serious?” Keith asks. His voice sounds like it was raked through gravel, but it’s three in the morning and he feels like he gets a free pass to sound however he wants.

“Um, yeah.”

Keith pokes at a pan that appears to actually be two pieces instead of just one. “What is this?”

“A tart pan.”

Keith turns on his heel and goes back into the bedroom to get his phone.

“Keith?” Shiro wakes back up, blindly reaching out for Keith when he sits on the side of the bed.

“Hunk’s back,” Keith tells him. “I’m calling Pidge and telling her to come get him.”

Shiro groans and buries his face in the pillow.

Keith dials Pidge’s number and is unsurprised when she answers on the second ring sounding fully awake.

“Come get your roommate,” he says without preamble. “I want to sleep. He woke me up to complain about my kitchen supplies and then went grocery shopping.”

“Hey, free groceries,” Pidge points out. He can hear the glee in her voice and vows to figure out revenge when he’s more awake.

“Why is he even here if you’re still awake?”

“Because I’m working on a project and he distracts me when he’s experimenting in the kitchen.”

“Pidge.” Keith is whining. He’s not proud of it but… “It’s three AM. He bought me a tart pan. When am I ever going to use a tart pan? It comes in two pieces! I didn’t even know pans… did that.” He sighs into the phone. “Please come get him.”

“You might as well wait until he bakes you something,” Pidge says. “Go back to sleep and call me when something comes out of the oven.”

She hangs up and Keith drops his head in defeat.

“What’d she say?”

Keith crawls back under the covers with Shiro. “To wait until he’s done baking before kicking him out. She won’t come get him before then.”

“So, we’re stuck with Hunk commandeering the kitchen until he’s done?”

“Unless you want to go out there and see if he takes orders at three AM from his former TA who’s half dressed and has multiple hickies on his collarbone, then yes.”

Shiro flushes. “Point taken. Hopefully whatever he’s making is worth it.”

Keith curls into Shiro’s side. “At least he didn’t make any comments about you being here.”

“Didn’t even seem surprised,” Shiro says with a chuckle. “Guess we haven’t been subtle.”

“Were we trying to be?”

“Not really. But we still haven’t told any of our friends we’re together.”

“None of their business,” Keith mutters. “If they can’t figure it out on their own, it’s not our problem. Go back to sleep.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

An hour and a half later, Hunk knocks on the door once again to tell them that he’s done baking. Keith shoots off a text to Pidge. He and Shiro both drag themselves out of bed and pull on enough clothes to be considered decent before trudging out to the kitchen. Hunk shoos them towards the table and presents both of them with slices of a fruit tart.

Keith pokes at it with a fork. “Did you use that new pan for this?”

“Yes, I did.”

Shiro flashes a tired smile. “It looks great, Hunk.”

Their friend puts mugs of coffee down in front of them, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh thank god,” Keith breathes, grabbing a mug and taking a large sip. “Bless you, Hunk.”

“Neither of you function well without coffee,” Hunk says with a laugh. “Figured you’d need caffeine before you could truly appreciate my baking.”

“Thank you,” Shiro tells him. He practically inhales his coffee.

They’re both halfway through their slices of tart and showering Hunk in compliments when Pidge walks in.

“I’m here to rescue you, Keith,” she says as the door swings open. “And to sample whatever Hunk made, but mostly to rescue you.”

“It only counts as a rescue if you come when I first call you,” Keith argues.

“I’m with Keith on this one,” Shiro puts in.

Pidge does a doubletake as she registers the fact that Shiro is there. She sweeps her eyes over the pair of them, both in sweatpants and Shiro in a t-shirt that is too tight on him.

“Did you call Shiro when I wouldn’t come get Hunk?”

“Shiro was already here when I got here,” Hunk chimes in from where he’s doing dishes. “They were sleeping. They’re together, didn’t you know?”

“What?” Her gaze snaps over to the pair of them, sharp eyes catching on their disheveled state. Keith raises a challenging eyebrow at her while Shiro focuses on scooping up another bite. “I mean, I knew the two of you had a thing for each other but I didn’t know you were finally doing something about it.”

“Did you want the details of my sex life, Pidgeon?” Keith asks innocently.

“No! Absolutely not,” she says, vehement. “Why would you even bring that up, oh my god.”

“You started it,” Shiro says, a smirk causing one side of his mouth to kick up.

“I did not.”

“Kind of did,” Hunk puts in. “Do you want some of this tart?”

“She doesn’t deserve any,” Keith argues.

“Keith Kogane, I’ve listened to your lovesick pining over Shiro for like three years. I deserve all the sweets. Especially when you didn’t tell me you and Shiro were finally dating!”

Keith goes red.

“Aw, baby, you had a crush on me that long?” Shiro’s grin is well into sappy territory but Keith knows that teasing look. Shiro’s starting shit for fun.

“You already knew that,” he says, pushing at his shoulder.

Shiro pouts. “Baby…”

“You two are gross,” Pidge says, making a face. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell us, though! How long has this been going on?”

Keith and Shiro exchange glances. “A month?”

Pidge squawks. “And you really just weren’t going to tell us! Did you tell anyone?”

“We were just waiting for the right time?” Shiro tries.

“I knew,” Hunk says. He slides a plate with a slice of tart in front of Pidge and sits down with his own. “But they didn’t tell me. Just picked up on the signals.”

“Can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” she mutters. “Traitor.”

“You’re just a sore loser because the timeline means you lost the bet,” Hunk shoots back. He chances a look at the couple in question. “Um, sorry. There’s definitely a pool on when the two of you would get together. I think Allura wins.”

Shiro sighs. “Somehow, I’m not surprised.”

“How much was the bet?” Keith asks.

“The normal. Twenty bucks.” She levels a glare at him. “If you’d waited until next month to start this, I would’ve won.”

“So sorry,” Keith drawls, sarcasm dripping from the pair of words.

She flips him off.

Pidge is halfway through eating her slice of tart when she sits up straight, absolute glee shining in her eyes. “Please tell me that Lance doesn’t know about you two.”

Keith rolls his eyes. “Lance has the observational skills of a gnat.”

“Please don’t tell him. I want to see how long it takes him to figure it out. He wasn’t even in on the bet for you two. It was just me, Hunk, Allura, and Matt.”

Shiro groans. “Can I convince you to tell Matt about this when I’m unavailable for him to scream at me?”

“Not a chance, Shirogane,” Pidge says, grin bordering on evil.

Shiro drops his head to Keith’s shoulder. “He’s going to be insufferable.”

“At least he didn’t win the bet,” Hunk points out.

“But Lance. No one tell him, alright? Just keep… keep being the two of you. You don’t have to keep it on the downlow or anything.”

Keith shrugs. “I’m good with fucking with Lance.”

“Sure,” Shiro says, not moving.

“This is going to be amazing,” Pidge declares. “We’ll start a new pool as to how long it will take him. Maybe I’ll win my money back from Allura.”

Keith sighs and rests his cheek against the top of Shiro’s head. He levels a look at Pidge. “We can figure it out later. Right now I want to take my boyfriend back to bed.”

Pidge scrunches up her nose. “Fine. Hunk, you ready to go?”

“Yup!” He stands and collects everyone’s empty plates and forks, quickly putting everything into the dishwasher. “We’ll set up a time for me to teach you how to use the stuff I bought,” Hunk tells Keith.

“Yeah, okay. Thanks for the food and groceries and everything but please leave.”

Shiro snorts into Keith’s shoulder and sneaks an arm around his waist.

Pidge is chattering about how fun it’s going to be to mess with Lance as she and Hunk file out the doorway. Keith hears the lock click and lets out a sigh.

“Bed?” Keith asks.

“Please. Maybe we’ll wake up and this will all have been a dream.”

Keith laughs. “Keep hoping, big guy.”

#sheith #sheith fic #voltron #voltron fic #vld #hunk takes his stress baking on the road #anyways... find me stress writing fluff about stress baking #ahead of the s8 drop #i wrote this

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