#I haven’t unlocked all the flower types yet so I’m still missing so many

[kanene-yaaay]

Tickle me, princey

Kanene’s note: This fic is basically: Virgil is a bratty Lee, Roman is a competitive Ler and none of them are going down without a fight xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Virgil and Ler!Roman (Kind of. Because there is almost no tickles here, just teasing). Human AU.

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* This have about 2.500 words of Roman and Virgil just being teasy beans.  ‘w’)b.

* PLEASE CHECK THIS AMAZING ART! IT’S INCREDIBLEE! <33

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda. Eu espero! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Do something crazy today, take a good rest, be kind (especially with yourself) and drink water! Byeioo!~

                              [~*~]

Roman cleaned his hands on his jeans before stretching his back and sighing in relief when a small ‘pop’ came from it. The pal from the nearby library was a cool person – not that he would ever allow the other to hear this, because, damn, people who called Roman cocky definitely haven’t met them yet – but equally precise in get on his nerves with as few words as possible, even though the florist didn’t care that much as his dramatics discourses tried to convince everyone he did. 

Besides that, they was Patton’s friend and even more important, they made an accord with the Flower Shop’s owner and Roman was the one in charge to deliver their biweekly floral arrangement to the library’s decór. However, today Roman managed to win their discussion and therefore a couple of podcast episodes read by them (What? Their voice was quite nice!!).

Roman ignored the small ring of the door’s bell as he entered the Flower Shop, looking around to be sure there was no clients before taking his position behind the balcony, internally thanking how chill Patton was with his employees using phone during the shift as long there wasn’t no one near, especially as he unlocked his screen and a new notification popped in front of him.

Butterflies went immediately crazy on his stomach.

[Message from Panic! At Everywhere]

[P: Hey. So, are you still ok?]

Virgil kicked his blanket out of his bed, already feeling a tad of giddiness spread across his body, a small smirk finding its way to his face without him even realizing. Today was the day. Since when he and Roman talked on the last week about boundaries to be sure nothing had changed and decided Saturday as a good day for their session the one with purple hair couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander, picturing and re-picturing what would happen, even though Roman always insisted to never tell him his plans, wanting to keep everything as a surprise, which definitely didn’t help at all the excitement running on his veins.

Their session.

Their tickle session. It was only eleven in the morning and Virgil could already feel his skin tingle just by imagine Roman’s fingers grazing, dancing on it, carefully looking for all his weak spots both knew so well before coming with an entire new technique that would make the other (almost, barely, hardly) want to jump out of his skin so he could escape from the maddening tickly sensation.

He was going to love it. 

Also, it didn’t help that he spent the previous night and its following morning consuming all his favorite tickle content, dying on the spot (and on the reblogs) and skyrocketing his lee mood to the mountains.

Nevertheless, he tried to play nonchalant as answered the other’s new message.

[Message from Dumb(o)]

[D: Yes.]

[P: Cool.]

[D: You?]

[P: Yep.]

[D: Glad to know, Blushy Bug. Try to not alarm all of our neighborhood with your squeals and giggles before I get there, okay? ~

D: And yeah, plu-e-ase, continue with your so delightful tags on your reblogs, okay, Tickle me Emo? I’m learning so much new information with that. If only I would have an opportunity to use all of them today…]

Virgil snorted, one hand trying to hide his face as he attempted with all his might to ignore the flames taking over his cheeks as the teases sank and the memories from the day he conquered this nickname emerged from the deeps of his mind. So, Princey was already so over his head with being the ler this time? Thinking Virgil would be hiding his face on the pillow, squeaking and tittering helpless? Well, he would have a big storm coming, then.

Virgil got up, his footsteps leading him to the clean desk in the room, moving some of the objects so carefully chosen in order to get the perfect picture. Every single makeup  brush lined, gleaming under the lens of his camera, away enough so the viewer would be able to realize all their individualities but close enough to create an impact. 

Two can play this game.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent an image]

Roman clicked on it, eyes going immediately wide as he quickly slammed the cellphone’s screen on his red apron, his gaze running from a place to another to be sure no one was near or had seen the conversation or noticed the way his smile went from an ear to another.

[P: Nah. I’m too occupied choosing the perfect tools for today… I mean, there are just so many options, ya know? I especially prefer the smallest ones, their bristles softly running on my ribs, tracing their way across my tummy to get to the other side… yeah. That is the good stuff. Or maybe we could be experimenting the biggest ones today, letting them tease that spot right under my chin, the softness engulfing all the nerves… ]

Roman took a deep breath, realizing the other still typing.

[P: Anyway, don’t make a big deal of this, ‘kay? I know your imagination can be very fertile but try to not alert Patton with all your blush and twitching. You know he is a curious guy and will want to know why you’re so smiley. ;)]

    “Pai amado, (Dear God) he is going to kill me.” Roman crossed his arms, using all his will to no start wiggling them to nothing, a sudden urge to sing some nursery rhymes making him begin to humming quietly as attempted to gather enough concentration to type a proper, cool reply.

[D: Is that so? So, the big, badass Virgil Storm is excited to get all his tickly-tickle-tickles today? Is he excited to become a so helpless, so adorable mess of giggles and squeaks? To be teased and tickled until he can do nothing but give me those lovely snorts and wiggly-wiggles? ~

Awww. So cute. ~]

[P: Yeah, I am. So what? Wanna do something about that, Sir Sing a Lot? 

Ops, I forgot you’re at work rn. Tsc. Such a pity. Well, guess I will have to kill some time by looking at your precious collection of feathers, see if I find something interesting there.]

[D: You just wait for when I get home.]

[P: :)]

Virgil laid his phone at his side, hiding his face on the mattress, kicking just like he was some teenager in love from those generic movies. The squeals bubbled out from his lips, smiles blooming. He knew he probably was just digging his own grave, but, ha, as if he would fall without a fight. Plus, imagining Roman trying at every cost to keep a straight expression while reading his texts and then struggling to continue his work just as if nothing had happened, with that cute, excited smile planted on his face made a proud wave of power – and joy - hit him and that was a bonus which was worth it. 

Then his phone vibrated, indicating a new notification and a new flood of shivers as he unlocked his screen, freezing for a couple of heartbeats with the length of the message.  

[D: A poem for my dear Knightmare. ~

Once upon a time

There was a wiggley-wiggly lee

That just a few pokes

Made him giggle with glee

Some scribbles here

Some scratches there

You can tickle-tickle

He is ticklish everywhere!

What, you don’t believe me?

‘That much cute he can’t be!’

Well, then allow me to demonstrate

All the beautiful sounds he can create!

Give a few prodding on his ribs

And a quick digging on his hips

Some brushes on his toesies and feet

And don’t forget about these helpless pits!

(And hey, psst, if you squeeze his sides

The cutie, squeaky, wiggly lee,

Will be squealing in a happy delight)

This neck is also asking for tickly-kisses 

He always denies, always desire

Add to that some teasy whispers

And watch his cheeks be set on fire!

Once upon a time

There was a bratty, smug lee

That just a few tickle teases

Can make him a blushy mess

Just like now, you see!]

[…]

“Have a nice day. Thank you for coming!”

Roman waved to the client who got out from the Flower Shop, taming the smugness which threatened to take over his features as he realized that even though an hour had passed, no answer to his last text had arrived yet. He was perfectly aware of how weak Virgil was for any sort of rhymed tease and a whole poem – not his best, he had to admit – dedicated to him? He could almost see the other shrieking, hiding his red face on the pillow, lost in a mess of quiet peals of laughter and curses. His smile got even bigger, swelled in pride. And, well, if he couldn’t help it but push his luck a few inches further, his fingers already halfway to typing a small, itsy bitsy, new tease to his favorite emo lee, how could someone really blame him?

[D: Oh, sorry. Did I make the scary Virgil too much flustered to talk? Awww, I will miss your sassy remarks deeply and sing a ballad in your honor at the funeral. ~] 

He snorted at the amount of time the symbol of ‘typing’ appeared and disappeared on the conversation, using the ten minutes he took to be answered to organize a few sales signs on the glass in front of the store, gaining a dance on his step as the one-worded sentence shone on his phone.

[P: Bitch.]

[D: I have no idea of what you’re talking about. Is that something I said? I feel wounded.]

But a new thing popped up.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a video]

[P: :)]

It seemed like hours passed, even if he knew the downloading probably didn’t really take more than a few pieces of minute for him to hit the play.

The focus of the camera took a few seconds to adjust, the image trembling and shaking before going still, the crystal clear form of a small light brown, slightly spiked feather twirling between Virgil’s index and thumb locking his eyes on the screen. A quick, quiet sigh could be heard before the tickle tool descended to the palm extended on a desk, stopping by Virgil’s pulse.

The bristles grazed the skin there as the feather began to move on slow strokes, going from the left to the right, left and right, left and right… calmly making its way up, changing to small swirls as it contorted the form of the hand, giving to each finger a light tracing before concentrating on the palm, drawing a spiral which approximated inch by inch to the center. If Roman wasn’t so quiet, - even holding his breath, - maybe he wouldn’t be able to listen the incredibly low, contained huffs of laughter on the background, a soft snort escaping and making both hands tremble as the bristles hit the center of his hand, dancing around the spot for a bit. 

When it stopped, the tool was placed on the desk and then the camera started to move, stopping on Roman’s so very well-known golden with silver details box. Its lid laid next to it, letting its entire content to be proudly shown. The explosion of colors from the most diverse large, small, pointy, fluffy feathers took over the frame, however, a tiny piece of paper placed on the exact center of them was what captured his attention. The lens zoomed and focused, making him able to read the quick message written there.

“:)”

And then the screen went black. The video was over. 

Roman could feel his face being almost split in half by his grin, his fingers hitting the table top in complete frenzy since they hadn’t to hold the device anymore, curling and uncurling as the one who couldn’t just stay still started to bounce his right leg, ignoring the redness he felt crippling down his neck.

“Roman?”

He fully shrieked. Both him and Patton startled and jumped a few centimeters in the air with the sudden sound. The florist slapping his own hand on his mouth, trying with all his inner strength to stop the bubbly giggles which flooded non stop from his lips

“Sorry for the scare, kiddo,” the shine on his eyes free of any guilt as Patton bit his own knuckles proved the contrary, especially when the rest of an awed squeal escaped from his lips, only making the other to giggle harder, eyes closed, blush deepening and nose scrunched. “Aww, your giggles are so cute!” 

“Shuhuhush!!” The Flower Shop owner just smiled fondly, withholding his comments and patiently waiting for the other to recompose himself. When Roman looked at least a tad calmer he decided to make his decision to talk to him clear.

“I’m glad you’re in a good mood, Ro! I just wanted to remember today’s shift is already over. I need a bit of time to organize everything before the painter comes so we can discuss the new design of the Flower Shop. Thank you so much for the ideas, by the way! I can’t wait for you all to see the result! It will be so pretty!!” Roman’s wide eyes were enough of an explanation of why he wasn’t ready to go yet, probably having forgotten about their last month conversation. Although, the surprised look was away in an instant, a shine taking over his glare before he softened, locking his eyes with Patton.

“Of course, it will be, Patty-cake! With my magnificent ideas and your good taste, I really don’t think any other result besides wonderful and perfection will be possible!” He squeezed Patton’s cheeks and his friend stuck out his tongue at him, winning a quick poke on his ribs that made him squirms and yelp, quickly tittering and waving the other with his hands.

“Now shoo-shoo, go enjoy your afternoon!”

A devious smirk gleamed on Roman’s expression for a second. “You can count on it, Padre.” But then it was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Thank you, my mighty hero in a shiny armor! May the universe let our destiny align again in the future.”

“See ya, kiddo!” He replied, his tune also full of joy, watching the one with red hair going away, a happy bounce on his steps.

[…]

Virgil picked the phone in the first ring. “Roman, something happened?”

“Nope,” the purple lover sighed in relief, all the tension getting out of his body and being replaced by confusion, “nothing happened except that a handsome, incredible someone got out from his work earlier than expected and might be heading his home by now.”

That made Virgil shot up, biting his lower lip, butterflies freaking out. “No.” It was his whisper.

“Oh, yes. ~” Roman practically purred on the speaker. “any last words, my dear, defenseless Giggly Storm?”

Virgil just giggled and Roman had almost forgotten how that sound only was enough to spread an explosion of a warm, good feeling on his chest. “Aw, and here I was thinking I would have at least some challenge today. ~” He continued to tease.

Silence. 

“Go check your messages, Princeypie.”

And then he hung up. Roman fondly rolled his eyes, running to check the new notification on their conversation.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a photo]

It was Virgil, sitting on his bed criss crossed, one elbow resting on his thigh as he took the picture on the body mirror on the other side of the room, a strong blush very visible on his face half hidden by the device, wearing a short and Roman’s red crop top. A new message popped right under the photo.

[P: Get your butt here and tickle me, Sir Sing a Lot.’]

This emo was going to be the death of him.

[D: Aww, I don’t even get a smile?]

[P: You gotta work for those, Princey.]

Virgil definitely did not jump nor yelp as he heard the low, dangerous tune of an “evil” laughter echoes in the house coming from the living room, the sound of the front door being closed making his flight instincts kick in.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Virgil was already halfway to the most far away room where he could escape, trying to keep his reputation as he heard another set of footsteps quickly getting ground and following right behind him. Laughter and squeaks mixed in the air.

“Because I will.” Roman answered.

#Very teasy #Teases #Lee!Virgil #Ler!Roman #Virgil is a brat and Roman is one as well #Ticklish!Virgil #Sanders Sides tickles #Sanders Sides tickling #Kanene's Fanfic #Kanene's Art #Kanene's fic #Brief self tickles #Feathers #blushy bois #Writing this kind of fic is very fun and sdfghertcvgbhn kind of silly as well #Virgil: Tickle me// Roman: Okay// Virgil: *NYOOOM* #I still don't know how to tag this dfghjsdfghdcf #I feel like my writing is a bit weird nowdays but yeah I'm still proud of this!

[lokilickedme]

Road Trip

I woke up about twenty minutes ago to answer a text and realized halfway through my reply that I’d just surfaced from a dream that felt ridiculously real - and that all the details were still with me.  It was too good to let slip into the oblivion of wakefulness, so here I sit, still groggy, haven’t peed yet, typing it out.  I’m putting it in shortfic format but all the details are as they were dreamed, nothing’s been changed or added.

‘Twas a good one.  Sort of.  If you like that sort of thing.

Warnings for general unease and suspense and ambiguous ending, because yeah, I dream like that.

Starring a couple of familiar faces.

I’m driving.  Endless interstate, late afternoon, there’s snow on the median where the plows have pushed it but it’s been warm for days.  It’s melting off, leaving behind dirty patches dyed by splashing mud and blown debris.  Pale yellow grass pokes out here and there, like a warning that Spring has either come or gone.  I don’t have a clue which, but there’s a coat slung over the back of my passenger seat.

My husband is on the other end of my phone.  I need a map, I tell him.  I’m not supposed to be making this trip, this yearly pilgrimage to visit his old and demented father.  I don’t like him, I never have, and I don’t know the way.  But for some reason our standard placeholders have flipped and I’m in this car, on this interstate, driving to Wyoming while he stays home with the kids.

I’m driving East, and I know that makes no sense.  I’m winging it.  He’s giving me directions the way he always does, in a way that my nontypical comprehension center unsurprisingly doesn’t comprehend.  Stay right.  The road will merge.

And then it doesn’t, so I keep going straight.

I must be a thousand miles off course before I decide it’s time to stop.

The scenery changes abruptly, as if it’s been listening to my thoughts.  Concrete highway becomes rocky dirt road, traffic becomes trees, and eventually, as dark begins to replace the sunny warmth of late afternoon, I pull up at a cabin, sort of.  A half screened, half enclosed crackerbox square bungalow, flashing me a new coat of brown paint as if it’s proud of its spiffiness.  It’s been painted a thousand times, I know if I dig my fingernail into the brown coating it will scrape away at least a dozen layers of the browns that came before it.

The key is in an unlocked lockbox out front.  Someone knew I was coming.

Inside I find a bed, as square and frequently made and remade as the bungalow itself.  A heating unit the size of a refrigerator in the corner next to the bed with a stiff lever switch that I can’t flip, maybe because it’s been turned on and off as many times as the walls have been painted and the bed’s been made.  I struggle with it for a while, then give up.  The bathroom is small.  It has a shower, small and square, and a sink with a mirror above it in the same shape.  Everything here seems determined to go against the nature that surrounds it, refusing to be anything but...square.  The hardwood floor clacks unnervingly loud with my footsteps.

I realize I’m in a cabin in the woods.

And I know this doesn’t bode well.

I call my husband, tell him I’ve stopped for the night.  He asks where I am and I make something up, because I really don’t know.  I tell him I can’t turn the heat on, he tells me to look around for some tools, I tell him I’ll be back on the road in the morning.  He reminds me I’m on a deadline.  I see my father-in-law’s face in my head, and I hate it.

I know he’s been dead for two years.  The dream doesn’t seem to care about that.

The bungalow is single-room.  One wall is screened, exposing me to the view of anything that might be out there.  I know there are others, peppered here and there throughout the woods, each numbered with a lockbox out front, waiting for someone to go inside and sleep, take a shower in the tiny bathroom, fight with the heater switch.  I’m not alone but all I can see are trees.  I don’t care much for the screened wall.  I also don’t care much for the long built-in open toolbox that stretches the length of that screened wall like a windowbox for deadly implements instead of flowers.  A goddamn liability if someone decided to come kill me during the night.  I pull several hammers and what looks like a machete out of the toolbox and push them under the bed.

I’m staring at a map, trying to sort just how far off course I am, when a knock on the door startles me.  It opens to reveal a tall man in a Sheriff’s uniform, smiling the sly smile of a man who’s friendly but cautious and maybe just a little bit suspicious.  He wants to know if I’ve settled in comfortably, but mostly he wants to know what I’m doing here.

Donald Sutherland, circa 1990.  White hair, white beard, the laughing eyes of a serial killer.  I wonder how much they paid him to play this role even as I’m telling him I’m only here for the night and will be leaving in the morning.  I’m not really listening while he goes through his spiel - a mom and pop convenience store up the road, gas station further on, Ranger station a mile over, is there anything I need?  I’m thinking of the machete and hammers under the bed and notice he’s eyeing the toolbox as if he knows something is missing.

The heater I blurt out.  I can’t get it to come on, the switch is stuck.

Let me get my Deputy to fix that for you, he’s good with things like that.  Gonna get cold tonight.

His Deputy steps out from behind him, and I wonder if he’s been there all along or if he simply walked up without me noticing.  He’s instantly familiar.

Tom Hiddleston.  Why does the Deputy look like Tom Hiddleston?

Likely for the same reason the Sheriff looks like Donald Sutherland, circa 1990.  I step back as he comes through the screened door, taking off his hat and greeting me, friendly and helpful and not waiting for permission to come inside.  The Sheriff grins and tips his head to me.

See you in the morning he says as he turns to leave.

And then he’s gone, but I see no car drive off.

I have a million questions, but he wasn’t the one to ask.

The Deputy doesn’t stop to look around the room.  He’s been here before, he knows where everything is.  He looks at the heater switch, laughs like he knows something but doesn’t share the joke or the information with me.  My phone is ringing and I silence it.

You’ve been traveling a long time.

I nod, even though I haven’t.  I’d left that afternoon, it had only been a few hours.  I stand near the foot of the bed, watching early evening fall suddenly into the deep dark of night through the screened wall, my feet just inches from the tools under the bed.  They’re weapons, I know.  Nobody needs that many hammers.  The Deputy knows they’re somewhere in the room but he makes no show of looking for them.

He’s handsome.  His hair is a bit shaggy and he’s bearded.  And he’s moving around the bungalow as if it’s his house, doing the things one does when in familiar surroundings.  He goes into the bathroom and I wait, wondering if I should call my husband.

It never enters my mind to leave.  There’s one last glow of sunlight slipping down beneath the edge of the horizon through the trees and I make my decision, though it’s not at all clear what that decision is.  My head simply makes it without telling me.

He’s talking to me, the Deputy, from the bathroom.  Chatting comfortably, friendly - he’ll check the place over, make sure it’s safe, get that heater going, look under the bed for boogeymen.  I know he’s not here to do any of those things.  He’s at the sink with his back to me, washing his hands, or maybe he’s rinsing the razor he’s holding.  I could do any one of a number of things but I don’t do any of them, and as I stand behind him I know why.

None of it would matter.  If I went for the tools he would simply overpower me.  If I ran, he would catch me.  If I screamed, nobody would hear me.  If I hid, he would find me.  This is his territory, I just arrived.

He looks at me in the mirror.  He’s not the least bit concerned about me doing any of those things.  He lets his lips curl gently into the soft smile of a kind predator, and then he reaches over to turn out the light.

He’s standing between me and that last sliver of sunlight now, and as it disappears behind his head and darkness takes us, I tell him I’m cold.

Don’t worry about that, he says.

#dream #or nightmare I haven't decided yet #Tom Hiddleston #Donald Sutherland #and starring ME as the hapless idiot who either had the night of her life or got killed #or maybe both I dunno I got a text and it woke me up #shakes fist at texmexdarling #you couldn't have waited ten more minutes??

[bedtimebrain]

EXO KAI: Detective Gone Wrong P3

You can find the masterlist to the other parts on my bio/description!

Characters: JonginxYou

You came to know Jongin by accident, but have no clue he’s EXO’s Kai. And when you found out....

You walked away blankly, remaining in a daze until your phone started vibrating in your pocket.

It was your boss who called and anxiously asked if you could cover her shift from the afternoon as she forgot about her wedding anniversary dinner.

You gladly agreed, thinking it might be better to have something to occupy yourself with today. Otherwise you’re just going to be spending the day thinking about you and jongki.

Still sane enough to be in need for breakfast, you went by the convenience store to pick up a sandwich. Standing in front of the fridge, you paused to think

What does jongki want? Does he... like me ?

And he KISSED ME TOO?! That’s definitely something only couples do right?!

How did everything escalate so fast overnight ?!

‘Excuse me, are you getting anything? You’re standing in the way’

You must have stood there for quite a while, looking at the irritated face of the customer. Apologising, you just grabbed whatever sandwich there was on the shelf and left after paying.

Falling deep in thought and replaying what happened last night again, you opened your sandwich packaging and bit down on your sandwich  

EW! Egg Mayo!

You sighed. Feeling a little more miserable with wrong sandwich choice, you continued feeding on your thoughts on the way home.

You dive straight into your bed and hugged your big Coney plush the first thing you got back. You screamed into Coney like a lunatic and kicked the air violently with your legs.

Stupid jongki, who does he think he is. Ah yes, I secretly gave you a kiss, so what. IT WAS JUST A FRIENDLY KISS CAUSE YOU WERE CUTE.

BUT WHATS WITH KISSING ME ON THE LIPS AND WAKING UP TOGETHER LIKE ITS ABSOLUTELY NORMAL

What a flirt!! See y/n you were right. Rich, handsome guys, tsk. Bound to be bad.

You threw coney to the side and your phone came crashing down with it from your side table.

Groaning, you bend over your bed to pick it up, only to see a message from the dear boy you wanted out of your mind right now.

J:I’m heading out for work soon~ have a good day today😙

Is that a kissy face?!

Oh goodness, you were so annoyed.

Kim Jongki, are you playing with me right now?? WE ARE NOT ATTACHED

.....

at least not yet (?)

Tossing the phone aside, you decided to take a shower. Afterall showers always work best for any occasion. You got up and spent a peaceful 20minutes running under hot water, clearing your thoughts. 

Though still feeling bothered, you were definitely more refreshed. Time check , it was about time for you to get changed and pick up lunch on the way to the store.

Dusting on some light make up, bunning up your hair, you changed into your working clothes. In 30 minutes you were out of the house.

On the bus ride to your working area, you were so torn between checking your phone and not to. You wanted to know if jongki texted you again, but you didn’t really want to deal with this situation.

Fiddling with your phone, you almost dropped it when it beeped to announce a message had arrived.

That’s a sign, I should look at it! Since it rang when I’m thinking whether I should

Excitedly you unlocked your phone and checked your notification, only to find that it was just a reminder message from your landlord to pay your rent.

Your heart literally dropped because you actually really wanted to receive a message from him. Just then your phone beeped again and this time it was from jongki!

J: y/n ah what’s for lunch today? I’m having kimchi stew. Texting because I thought about you who might be board having an off day today :p

Sigh, you can’t deny that boy is so cute and lovable. But you still weren’t ready to reply him. You wanted things to be clearer between both of you. While uncertainty in relationships can be the most heart fluttering period, you didn’t like being in that phase.

It wasn’t long before you reached your stop to alight. Not feeling particularly hungry yet, you stopped by street stalls along the way instead.

You arrived at your shop, feeling satisfied with the pajeon you just had. You almost forgot how therapeutic the scent of flowers were until you stepped in. The mixed floral scent of dew and freshness instantly released you from the troubled thoughts bugging you at the back of your head.

‘Unnie! I’m here! How could you forget your wedding anniversary , hahah. Have you bought a gift or something yet?’

‘Ah, y/n ah! My life saviour. No I haven’t bought anything! There’s just too many activities and occasions this month that I forgot about my own. Gosh’ she face palmed herself making you laugh

‘Then you better leave soon to get your gift! I’m here already anyway! I’ll just continue wrapping this bouquet you’re currently working on’

‘I’ll buy u a meal another day, sorry for calling you back on your off day~ oh right I’ve a parcel coming later, just open and let me know what’s inside. I ordered so many I can’t even remember what’s coming anymore.’ Removing her apron, she rushed off after saying googbye. 

Looking at the tasklist, it was going to be a busy day. 5 bouquets to finish and lots of prep for the workshop tomorrow. You immersed yourself in the wrapping right away. 

A few minutes later, your phone lighted up. It was a message from jongki.

J:yaaa, are you ignoring me deliberatelyy? do you want to come over again on sunday? 

You scoffed when you saw the message because your detective mind came to a conclusion that the latter question was just bait to get the answer to his first question. He was tempting you with a chance at his place that was a hit or miss if you don’t reply him. 

You put down the stalks of flowers you were still holding in your hands, you paused to form an appropriate reply. 

Text:

my lunch was great, and i cant go over on sunday, im going to my parent’s place 

You typed then deleted it, doesn’t sound about right, you remember telling him yesterday that you got a half day shift on sunday which you really hated.

Trying again,

i got called back at work 

Sounds fine? Should you send it like this? 

‘Delivery!’

Reacting in shock , you pressed the send button by accident at the voice of delivery man

ah shucks! 

You closed your eyes and hit yourself on the head imaginatively. Smiling at the delivery guy, you received the parcels and signed them off. 

One of it came in a tube, while the other was in a box.

What in the world did unnie order that would come in a tube? Wallpapers? Drawings??

The tube really piqued your curiosity, so you decided to check that first. opened it first.

Opening the tube, you pulled out a rolled piece of paper. Unrolling it, you noticed at the top right was a black and white logo that writes EXO Obsession. 

Ohhhh EXO!! Unnie likes exo?

Ever since you watched 100 days my prince, you had a positive inclination towards EXO. Which also reminded you of jongki who seems to like EXO Kai.

You wondered who was going to be in this poster. Not like you would recognise them though, you thought, unless its do kyungsoo ssi. 

A little excited, you pulled the poster open to full length.

Looking at the poster that stared back at you. Your smile faded away. Your jaw dropped.

‘Jongki oppa?’ you muttered under your breath

There was an uncanny resemblance between the man in the poster and jongki. 

 No way, who the hell is this from EXO? 

You turned the poster to the back hoping to find a name of the man in the picture. But there was no information.

Flipping back over, you looked closer at the other small details on the logo, you found this 3 lettered word staring back at you — ‘KAI’.

EXO KAI? Jongki watches his dance videos... or rather, Jongki also can dance ..

There were only two logical possibilities to this , either jongki has a twin or... kai is jongki..

You had to know the answer to this incredulous situation.

Making a grab for your phone, you saw jongki had already replied you , but you weren’t even going to read it

Madly typing away

Y: Oppa, do you have a twin ?

You could feel blood pumping through your veins as you sent it.

How could this be possible ? He mustn’t be exo right?

Although you weren’t interested in boy groups, there’s no one that hasn’t heard of EXO in the whole of korea. And that’s how popular EXO is.

Even though you have never checked them out to find out how they looked like, but you still knew a few names. Names like Baekhyun , chanyeol and.. kai..

Thinking of it now, it seems to all make sense that he could dance, he has abs, he’s rich, works till late, doesn’t reply all the time....

As you waited for his text to come back in, you googled EXO Kai.

Birth name: Kim Jong In

Birthday: 14 Jan 1994

Height: 1.82m

1994 was his birth year, that’s right. Kim Jong in, difference of 1 word. 1.82m, yes, obviously describes him. Google images ? 100% similarity.

If it’s not a twin....

Ding!

His msg came in

J: uh, no.. that was so random though, why? Saw someone looking like me?

You didn’t want to believe this. The friend you’ve been hanging with and even sleeping at his place.. is kai?

In the past, when you watched those cliche dramas you never understood why people made such a huge fuss when they found out their dating partner has a hidden identity.

Like isn’t it totally exciting and fun! Especially if the person turns out to be some rich CEO. Wow, your rags to riches story would come true over night.

That’s how you thought you would react.

But honestly, all you felt was some sense of betrayal right now.

Y: oppa, I think I just found out what you do...

you sent

Just in a few seconds, he replied

J:really?! What’s your wild Guess this time ?

Your hands were shaking as you prepared to type this. The moment you send this and he confirms it... what are you going to do ?

But still, this has to be done

Y: EXO Kai. Kim Jong In.

Again, he replied instantaneously

J:omg, took you long enough!! How did you find out though??!

Clearly not being able to sense the tension over the phone, he was, as usual, cheery about everything.

Y:so it’s true ? Why did you lie your name to me?

You had no idea why you felt so emotional to the brink of tears about this truth.

J: ah, I’m sorry for lying about that.. I was worried initially if I told you my real name you might make a connection and recognise me at the start.

He double texted as soon as you received that msg, saying

J: y/n, are you ok?

You typed

no I’m not. I don’t even know how I should be feeling now, or what I should be doing about our friendship.

But.. you didn’t send it. You switched your phone to do not disturb and kept it in your bag.

You stared blankly at the poster for a while before putting it back in the tube. You’re still in disbelief. This situation was ridiculous. But it was logical.

In a state of mental breakdown, you couldn’t even wrap your bouquets right. You switched over to prepping for the workshop tomorrow instead. But your mind was so preoccupied with the whole fiasco that you kept missing things out. You just wanted work to end and have the time to yourself.

The entire day went by in a mess, but at least it finally ended. Back at home, you scroll through the multiple texts he sent you

J: hmm, seems like you’re pretty shocked about this right?

J: I wanted to tell you but you said you preferred if I didn’t though..

Then there was also a missed call from him

J: Call me back?

You swiped away all his notifications. There is something you really want to do, but not really ready to. You contemplated

Should I? Search kai up ?

Typing into Google, you searched kai. It was strange, just 24 hours ago you guys were so close, almost like lovers. But right now, you’re searching him up and getting to know him like an unreachable stranger.

You tapped into one of those webpages that told fans his entire life story. From his blood type to who he has ever dated and all that small little things people conclude from what he has said.

Again, you felt a stab in your heart and sour inside. These were things you never knew about , but surely, everyone else but you knew. It was like... jongki wasnt jongki, this him is different, it feels so far and distant from the one you knew...

Pondering on that thought, you let out a bitter laugh. Jongki really wasnt jongki. He was never jongki.

Switching to YouTube , you click on ‘mmmh’ the first result when you searched kai. No matter how you tried to keep an open mind, you didn’t like it. His costume made him strange and the song really wasn’t your type.

Deciding that’s enough for the day, you put your phone aside and tried your best to fall asleep.

—-

Back at work the next day, you decided to get some ‘intel’ from your boss about kai.

‘Unnie, you like EXO Kai?’

‘Ne!!! Wae? Isn’t his visuals to die for???’ She reacted so excitedly upon hearing his name

‘Why don’t I remember you liking EXO though?’

‘I recently just got into them because of my friend who kept playing their songs on repeat in her car’ she laughed as she fixed the flowers

‘Why did you ask though? Since when were you interested in boy groups?’ She continued asking

‘Ah... When I checked the poster yesterday I thought kai was really good looking, so I’m just asking haha. So what’s so nice about kai you bought a poster?’ Finally asking what you really wanted to .

‘Oh gawd, you really wanna know? I could go on a whole day about jongin. Though he is sooooo fierce on stage , killer looks and everything, but he has such a cute personality!! You know when they ........’

And she went on and on about it, even showing you clips of kai on variety shows, interviews, etc. In these the sense of familiarity was back, you felt like this was the Jongki you knew. Oh well, it’s Jongin now, you really got to change it out.

You laughed along with your boss and you understood why he had so many fan girls. Introducing you to some EXO songs, you had to admit you really liked them!

Knowing more about kai now, you went back home that night and sat infront of your laptop, making a search for EXO’s variety shows, music videos and the likes.

You searched up ‘kai cute moments’ and you wanted to sqush him because he was just so cute like how he was normally. At the same time you can’t help but feel a little jealous that you’re sharing these sides of him with other people too.

You watched his dance videos and he was literally a dancing king. Thinking back to when he danced for you, you suddenly realised just how many girls would die to be in your place.

It was already 1am by the time you finished your search. A msg came in just as you were about to crash

J: are you up? I’m going to the convenience store to grab some food. Are you hungry? Want to come along?

Seeing his msg, you felt a little bad about ignoring him for the 2nd day now. How should you reply him now that the situation is a little awkward ?

Nicely, your phone died as you were thinking.

Alright, just a sign I should go to bed, oppa I’ll reply you after I get my phone charged up tmr.

——

You woke up to an absolutely crisis that you overslept. Considering how you didn’t sleep well for the past 2 nights over jongin, this was bound to come. You quickly washed up and left for work.

Plugging your phone into the portable battery, you phone came back to live. Again, jongin was persistent in his texts. 

J:y/n ah don’t ignore me please

J:Come over on sunday? 

J: I’m waiting for your reply. 

It was 1.30am when he asked you to come over on sunday, but his last message was past 3am. He must have been thinking about what happened with you.. You felt bad for being so absorbed in how you felt and failed to consider his feelings  when it really wasn’t his fault.

All this started out because of your dumb self who wanted to play detective. But then again, if you had found out who he was from the start, would you have gotten this close with him? Possibly not. You replied him without delay

 Y: i’ll come over on sunday

The shop gets really busy on saturdays, packed with workshops, tons of deliveries and online orders. You didn’t have time to check your phone till the end of the day, at which you saw you missed jongin’s call and texts again.

J: omg, you finally replied! is there anything you want to eat on tomorrow? i could get it if you’re coming over from work

J: we are all ok now right? 

Should you call him back? It wasn’t like you were completely okay yet, you couldn’t imagine how it would like seeing him tomorrow. He was surely still that jongki you knew, but he was also kai.

Thinking to leave the rest for tomorrow to think about, you just replied 

Y: there’s nothing i really want, just get whatever you like:)

Back at home, for the 3rd night in a row, you stayed up like a fan girl again, watching all of EXO ladders, their concert videos. You squealed and fangirled over them like a teenage girl. The more you watched, the more you started falling harder for them.

---

A halfday shift always makes your day go by real fast. You were standing outside jongin’s door. You were suddenly reminded of the times you watched 100 days my prince with him and talked about D.O. who he probably knows 1000x better than you do. And how you asked if he was a kai fan. Oh gawd, you wanted to jump into a hole. Feeling a little nervous and a little awkward and hella embarrassed, you didn’t want to press the door bell.

Finally pressing the door bell, you waited for barely half a minute, which felt like eternity before he opened the door. You could even feel your palms sweating. 

‘Annyeong Y/N! Come in quickly!’

You didn’t reply him immediately, neither did you move an inch yet.  The smile on his face slowly faded and he just looked at you, starting to chew on his lips. 

Seeing his face once again, in real life, your heart skipped a beat. You knew it wasn’t because he was kai, but because he was still jongki, that someone special to you.

You quickly smiled back at him the moment you got out of your thoughts. He let out the breath that he has been holding, making you laugh. 

‘Annyeong, jong..’ you paused there, about to call him jongki 

‘annyeong jongin oppa’ it sounds weird to you, not to be calling him the name you were used to

You guess he must have been feeling a little awkward when you called him by his real name too, he scratched his head and chuckled.

‘I ordered pizza, are you hungry? let’s eat’ he gestured for you to go to the dining area and was ready to walk away

But you felt you had to talk to him first about this, 

‘oppa, can we talk?’ 

He turned around to face you, he nodded slowly

‘sure..’

You walked over to him, leaving a comfortable space between the both of you. 

He avoided your eye contact as you started

‘so... EXO Kai huh?’

‘...y/n, i.. you should know i have no intentions to hide anything from you deliberately, i was ready to tell you anytime. but i also thought you would react in a ‘pleasant surprise’ way rather than a ‘nasty shock’ received, so i just let it be’

He looked at you with sincerity in his beautiful eyes which showed how bad he felt. But you honestly just wanted to clear the air and lighten up the mood

‘actually, I just wanted to tell you that... I became an EXOL!’

You exclaimed and laughed. His eyes widened and stared at you like you were out of your mind, before bursting into laughter too.

But his laughter soon turned to sobs, and he rubbed his eyes profusely, which got you stunned

‘I... I thought I messed up our friendship, our relationship. And I really missed you, I didn’t want our us to end like this.....’ he said in between sobs and almost sounded like he was wailing

‘We haven’t even started...! Y/N, you scared me when you didn’t even reply at all! I thought you didn’t want to contact me anymore!’ He give you a light push on your shoulder as he emotionally spilled out all his thoughts

Though you were really confused, it was heart wrenching to see him cry so hard. You quickly put your arms around his waist and have him a hug.

‘Oppa, I’m sorry for the past few days I ignored you. I was just trying to figure how to handle the weight of the truth that you’re EXO Kai. Hahah, I’m so confused at your reaction right now you know.’

Calming down, but still sounding nasal he said

‘I’m going to make you stay here today until I’m convinced that you don’t hate me for being kai.

Oh and that you won’t go MIA on me again if you found out some other kai stuff’

Breaking away from the hug, he grabbed onto your shoulders

‘Y/N I like you, I really like you, so don’t leave my life please’

His impromptu confession got you feeling shy, you didn’t know what to do , but merely nodded in response.

Feeling all bright again he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house.

You were glad it was as if nothing has changed, except that you probably became the luckiest fangirl alive just like this.

———

This fic went through so many content changes, I’m so glad I finished writing this! For those that waited for this part, I hope it wasn’t too underwhelming:,) feel like there’s definitely still a lot for me to work on as a new writer.

Also just dropping a note to say this would most probably be my last fic tell after may! Please check out of my other fics in the meantime too:) Hopefully I’ll be back with better writings !

#kai #exo #exo fanfic #exo scenario #exo scenarios #kim kai #kim jongin #jongin fanfic #jongin scenarios #jongin scenario #exo kai #exo jongin #exo comeback #nini #kai x gucci

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Secret Admirer

ao3

Carlos walked into work and froze a few feet away from his desk.

“Those came for you,” Batiste said, gesturing to the bouquet of flowers that had apparently found their rightful place on his desk. Carlos blinked a few times and slowly walked closer, touching one of the soft yellow petals as he looked for a card. When he found it, he carefully plucked it and looked closer to see who would’ve sent him flowers. He wasn’t exactly someone to send flowers to.

Carlos,

I’ve spent too many days trying to decide how to talk to you. I chose romance.

-your someone

Carlos’ face felt unbearably hot as he looked around as if expecting to see his secret admirer peering through a window to catch his reaction. He didn’t see anything out of place except for the flowers themselves, so he sat down. He tried to think of everyone he’d met recently who seemed like they might want to send him flowers. He couldn’t think of anyone that stood out.

“Who are they from?” Batiste asked, leaning over. It felt weirdly childish to gossip about surprise flowers, but he suddenly wanted to. Only there was nothing to gossip about because he didn’t know who sent them.

“Anonymous,” he said, shaking his head as he placed the card in his top drawer, “Probably someone from a call.”

“Damn. They should’ve brought cookies then.”

“They shouldn’t have brought anything at all,” Carlos said, eyes still on the flowers. No one had gotten him flowers before. Was it stupid of him to be flattered even though it was from a stranger?

“It’s weird. The lonely housewives usually chose to lust over the firefighters,” Batiste said. Carlos rolled his eyes. “Maybe they just missed the obvious gay thing.”

“Do I have an obvious gay thing?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Batiste shrugged.

“I mean, probably,” he said. Carlos shook his head and reached out to touch one of the petals again.

He brought them home at the end of his shift and put him very carefully in his windowsill, reading over how to properly take care of them so they didn’t die right away. He made it all the way through dinner and a shower and into bed before he finally caved and googled if there was a way to replant them. 

Once he realized there was, sort of, he put it in his schedule to go buy pots and some potting mix.

-

The second bouquet came a week later, proof that it wasn’t a one off.

Carlos felt more than a little confused as he hesitantly reached for the card again. Part of him was extremely fond and another part was kind of scared it was someone being creepy. He didn’t think his heart could take it if the first person to buy him flowers ended up being creepy. Still, he gently touched the petals as he read the card.

Carlos,

Alright, I was too subtle. Hint: I’m new in town. Is that too obvious?

-your someone

Carlos sat back in his hair, face a little flushed all over again. His someone. Who spoke like that? Who would call themselves that? Who would go out of their way to send him flowers twice? He thought about people who he knew were new in town. For a moment his thoughts lingered over to the new firefighter…

No. That didn’t make sense. They’d really only seen each other a couple times where they were at the same call and then once at that bar. Sure, they’d danced, but they didn’t talk after that and he was sure TK wasn’t interested. If he was interested, he would’ve just said it to his face. He was confident like that.

So it had to be someone else.

The entire day, he spent his shift wondering who the hell would send him flowers twice. He eventually convinced himself that it simply had to be from a call. And, moreover, it was probably a woman or someone simply being kind. He shouldn’t worry about it or put much thought into it.

Still, as he arrived at a call where TK also happened to be, he found himself looking at him and wondering if it was him all over again. He flashed a cocky smile and gave him a once over, but he didn’t come up to talk. Carlos took that as more than enough proof that he certainly wasn’t the flower sender.

That night, he sat down with the new bouquet and clipped the salvageable parts the right way to be replanted. He knew it was probably stupid to keep them, but it felt nice to actually do something with a gift he couldn’t even thank someone for sending.

He tried to put it out of his head, it was probably someone he wasn’t interested in anyway. They were just being nice and he accepted their niceness, that was it. But, even when he stopped by a coffee shop the next morning, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He went through a list of everyone he’d come into contact with that had told him specifically that they were new in town. He came up short.

“Wait, I’ll pay for his,” a voice said as Carlos was handing the barista his card. He looked at the person who was holding out his card further and couldn’t help the smile that found his face when he saw TK.

Okay, so maybe TK wasn’t the sender. Didn’t mean he wasn’t interested.

“Thanks,” Carlos said after TK ordered his own coffee.

“No problem,” he said as they walked to the other side of the counter, “Saw my shot and then took it.”

Carlos held back a smile and nodded.

“Well, I’m glad you did.”

-

The next week, another bouquet ended up at his desk.

Carlos let out a slightly baffled sigh as he walked up to it. He’d been talking with TK, mostly just texting and the occasional coffee date. They both had been too slammed at work to feel up to having a real date, but they were planning on it. But here was another damn bouquet to make him confused.

He quickly plucked the card out of the middle.

Carlos,

I’m not sure if you’ve figured it out. You haven’t said anything. You’re so cute.

-your someone

He leaned back in his chair and sighed. So he had spoken to the sender. What the hell? How had he spoken to them and still hadn’t figured it out? He again went through his mental list of everyone he’d spoken to in the last week that would also seem the type to send him flowers. Again, he came up short.

He decided to put it out of his mind entirely.

Carlos went about his day, planted the bouquet when he got home, and went to bed and didn’t think about the fact he had a secret admirer. It didn’t even make sense. They were probably messing with him. It was probably someone at work who was pranking him. 

The next night, he had off and he finally, finally got to go out with TK on a real date. They went to a nice restaurant and flirted the whole time. TK flashed his irresistible smile, Carlos fell unfairly head over heels, they split the bill. He liked it. He liked him.

“Would it be too forward of me to ask if I can come inside?” TK asked as they sat outside his house, looking at him without any pressure. Carlos was flooded with adoration as he looked at him. The person who sent him flowers didn’t matter as long as TK looked at him like that and asked questions like that.

“Not forward at all.”

TK smiled and leaned across the center console, kissing him slow and nice and all too smooth for a first kiss. It was like he just knew how to kiss him the right way; he didn’t even need to learn. Carlos could barely stand to part with him long enough to unlock his front door.

The two of them stumbled inside, kissing and pressing up as close as possible. They fell against the wall with laughter and stripped each other with a level of instant comfort Carlos hadn’t felt in awhile. This was way too soon, but it was way too nice to stop it. He didn’t want to stop it.

They fell onto the couch and got lost in each other.

-

TK had to leave relatively early, his alarm going off at a clean 5AM. Carlos felt guilty for keeping him all night.

“I gotta go, my shift starts in an hour,” TK said, pulling on his jeans. He leaned down, though, and kissed him good morning and goodbye. “I’ll see you soon. Text me?”

“Yeah,” Carlos breathed, half asleep and dazed with happiness.

He got up and got dressed an hour later, feeling better than he had in awhile. TK texted him when his shift started to tell him to have a good day because he knew when his shift started. Carlos was so obsessed he didn’t even think about his flower sender.

Until a delivery person came in with a whole bouquet and headed straight for his desk.

Carlos’ eyes widened and he reluctantly accepted them. It was beginning to get out of control. Not because he wasn’t thankful, but because flowers weren’t cheap and he didn’t even know who was sending them. Why didn’t they just talk to him to his face?

Carlos,

Carlos, Carlos, Carlos, Carlos, Carlos. You’ve been on my mind all morning. Have you figured it out yet?

-your someone

And this really needed to stop.

“Excuse me,” Carlos said, quickly jogging to follow the delivery person. They looked only vaguely annoyed that he stopped them. “Is there any way I can find out who sent these or…?”

“I just deliver them,” they sighed. Carlos nodded and didn’t try to stop them when they left. 

He sighed and slinked back to his desk, frowning at the bouquet. It was hard to enjoy this one. He just wanted to know who it was. Why was it so hard? Was he just being blind to the whole thing?

Batiste teased him about it, but he didn’t find it funny. He just wanted to know who the hell it was so he could say ‘thank you, but I’m taken’. Granted, he wasn’t entirely sure that he was taken, but he felt taken and TK was… everything.

He went about his day on high alert, probably questioning too many of the interactions he had with people. Why was this so hard? He was a cop, he should be good at investigating. Apparently that didn’t apply to his own love life.

That night, he managed to convince TK to come over for a late night dinner and the suggestion to more than that. He complied happily and showed up on time, kissing him before he could get the door open all the way. Carlos smiled into it. He liked this. He never wanted to stop.

“Okay, okay, dinner?” Carlos said, reluctantly swatting his hands away. TK laughed and gave him one last kiss before agreeing.

They made their way into the kitchen and TK lingered near the entrance.

“Is something wrong?” Carlos asked. But the look on his face wasn’t anything bad. He just looked unbelievably fond, his cheeks tinted red and a warm smile on his face.

“You planted them?” TK asked, crossing over to the window above his sink that was now very much overpopulated with little plants.

Carlos’ brain short-circuited and he froze for a solid three minutes.

“Wait,” he said, “You sent them?”

TK looked at him for a moment and then laughed a little, "Yeah. Did you still not figure it out?" 

"I completely ruled you out!"

TK laughed a little harder, "Dude, who else would it be?"

"I don't know! I couldn't figure it out, it was driving me crazy," Carlos said, but he was smiling. This he could work with. "I can't believe it was you."

"I can't believe you didn't know," TK said, stepping near him, "I thought you were just playing along."

"No, clearly I just should never become an investigator," Carlos said. TK laughed and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. 

"I can't believe you planted them," he said against his lips, "That's so cute. You're so cute."

"Is cute the best word to describe me?"

"It's what I'm going with," TK said, giving him a few more kisses.

"Let's eat."

That night, they cut and planted the new ones together.  

#Tarlos #Tarlos fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #my fic

[jerichodeviant]

flowers: connor x reader [FLUFF]

hello once more! yes, i am back with yet another one shot! except it’s lazily written! and it’s also fluff! ahahhaah !!!!

ENJOY QuQ

TITLE: FLOWERS: CONNOR X READER (FLUFF)

_BY: @jerichodeviant _

RATING: PG (IT’S REALLY JUST SAPPY)

WORD COUNT : 1,325

Your hand moved over the couch cushion and reached for the remote, turning it off as you sighed. You stretched your arms up to the ceiling, yawning loudly.

Well, that was it- the last episode of your favorite series until next year, you groaned at that thought. When you watch your usual television series, it’s all at once or nothing. Which is good for the most part, because you like to finish it all at one go but, you’re quite unhappy to hear production won’t even be thought of until another whole year, which is quite understandable. People who work hard to make something worth watching deserves a break as well.

The noise of rain hit your rooftop loudly, you turned your head to the window and glanced over, it was pouring heavily. You were so invested at the television screen you had no idea how long it’s been going on for, not like it mattered.

You glanced over at the clock as it loudly beeped: [ 2 : 0 6 AM ]

“Shit, it’s already 2 AM?” You said loudly, you weren’t the person to be up this late but then again, you are a pretty committed person, so your sleep was sacrificed for something else. Which to you was worth it, others would disagree.

You stood up from the living room and turned the lamp on next you, walking out of the room, heading upstairs- I guess you’re calling it a night.

As you made it to the stairs you were charged with a loud bang at your front door, startling you so loudly you made a small jump, almost making yourself fall over. You turned around quickly.

Who could be knocking at the door this late at night? They better have a good reason too.

You took steady steps to the door, trying to be very discreet. Your hands slowly went to the lock, your brain begins to be filled with anxiety. Your nimble fingers unlocked the door and slowly cracked it open, seeing a man wearing a suit, completely soaked. His hair was dripping with water as his bright LED light shined blue on the side of his head. Connor?

You opened the door and stared at him for a moment, how long was he even standing out here?

You grabbed his hand and pulled him in, acting on complete impulse.

You and Connor have been partners for a while, ever since Lieutenant Hank Anderson and your partner retired around three years ago. At first, you could agree that for both of you it was a bit different being exchanged to new partners. Since you’ve never had an Android as a partner, it felt odd for you to connect. And for Connor, he admitted that after he was created, that he was only accompanied by Hank since then.

But, regardless of the change you both adapted and became really good friends, always by each other’s side- from solving cases to kicking hardcore ass.

However, you never did denounce the way your stomach would turn when he would smile at you or the way he calls your name when it was something important. You never gave it much thought about you liking him, or maybe even thinking that he would ever like you in the slightest.

How long were you going to force yourself not to think about it?

“Connor, you’re completely soaked! What’s going on?” You asked as he glanced down at your hand holding his, you quickly moved your hand away.

“S-Sorry.” You muttered quietly, making a small frown.

“I couldn’t go back to my place of residence.” He stated, fixing his tie. You looked over at him, you raised an eyebrow.

“You couldn’t go home? Was Hank not there?”

Hank was there, but that wasn’t the issue.” He made a quick shake of his head, playing with his coin with one hand before fumbling it back into his pocket.

“Our shift at work ends every day at 8:00 PM, which ends fifteen minutes before the florist closes. So I calculated a perfect plan to make it there before it closed. Well, there became a flaw and I couldn’t reach it in enough time. Slight traffic and an interesting situation with senior citizens needing assistance crossing the road became the distraction of completing my mission.” He said as you nodded at his story.

“So, I looked up other stores that were open that contained flowers, which became located in different areas of the city. In the amount of six hours and fourteen minutes, I have searched every store for flowers. But, they didn’t have the kind of flowers that I needed, so I failed my mission.”

You were trying to understand what he was talking about. Flowers? Mission?

“Okay, I’m missing something here. So when we both got out of work, you had to get flowers?”

He nodded.

“And you couldn’t reach to the first flower store because you had to help elderly people cross the road?”

He squinted his eyes, nodding.

“And then, you arrived too late, causing yourself to look to other stores for flowers- but they didn’t have the exact type of flowers you needed. Leaving you to waste six hours with nothing to show for it.”

“You make feel like it wasn’t worth it. In reality, it was, yet wasn’t.” He said in defense.

You looked at him confused, you had so many questions.

“So, what exactly is your mission Connor?”

He sighed, looking at your face carefully. His LED quickly changing from a blue to a yellow. He paused for a moment, you stared in curiosity.

“I, I was looking for a Dendrophylax lindenii, another common term would be a Ghost Orchid.” He admitted, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.

You turned your head sideways, unsure of what to say.

“Those are really rare flowers, you have to go all the way to Florida to find the nearest ones. Trust me, I’ve looked! Since they are m-”

“Your favorite flower, I know.” He interjected, moving his hand to his hair, slicking it back. He appeared aggravated, his eyebrows lowered as he looked away from you.

You stood there in silence, completely struck.

“How, did you?”

“When we first became partners I analyzed your desk to learn new things about you. On your desk you had a book about orchids, there was one page that was bookmarked. By the looks of the book and page together it’s been looked at multiple times. I gathered up it was your favorite flower by how much you read about it.”

You shook your read, your face still showing how confused you were.

“But, why?” You asked, crossing your arms. Nothing made sense, why would he go through all that trouble to find a flower that he somehow knew was your favorite.

Oh. Wait a moment.

“I wanted to find that flower because I overheard once that when you appreciate someone immensely that a gift of gratitude should be presented. As your partner, it’s my job to make sure you feel appreciated. I know we haven’t found much luck with these cases we have, but I know that together we’re going to figure it out.”

You stood there, once again, without anything to say. You felt your heart warm up as your face was now a gleaming a color of baby pink. You were flustered at the kindness he was showing, and the effort he tried to make as he searched all over for you.

A smile spread across your face as you walked closer to him, kissing his cheek before taking a step back. He moved his hand to where you kissed him, he looked at you intensely, his LED a bright yellow.

“That was my thank you, for trying to make me feel appreciated. I’d say your mission was surprising, to say the least, but successful.”

He smiled in return, looking down at his shoes.

“Glad to hear.”

#connor detroit become human #detroit become human #connor x reader #one shot #connor x reader oneshot #connor rk800 #connor dbh #connor dbh oneshot #dbh oneshot #dbh #connor detroit: bh

[lixhive]

destined mates - knj pt.1

♡ pairing: hybrid!namjoon x female!reader ♡ word count: 2k+ ♡ genre: hybrid, modern,  ❝..in which y/n, a human girl, meets namjoon, a wolf hybrid by the place she works. and only after a little while, their connection grows into something they both never expected...❞ masterlist

♡ warnings: blood, abuse ♡ note: I just got sick, so updates will probably be slower than ever, but I’ll be posting whenever I can.

As of tomorrow morning, you were now a waitress at your Uncle’s restaurant. Getting a job as a cook was probably the hardest thing to do. Your father was a great chef. He’s worked with a lot of famous people so you learned off of him.

Yet, he had passed away a while ago. Leaving you and your mother. And due to your father’s passing, your mom went away too. She began to drink and ultimately she was in a car crash.

“Are you okay?” Looking up, you see Taehyung. He’s been your friend for the longest. “Yea, I’m just thinking about the anniversary.” You mumbled.

The anniversary, the day your parents died. They died on their shared birthday which makes it more gloomy to think about. “Are you going to visit them?” Tae asked while pulling a seat. “I do every year. It just brings back a lot of emotions. I’m fine though.”

Tae wasn’t the type to speak on those types of situations. It brought too much sorrow to him, knowing that his own grandmother passed away. “Jiminie misses you.”

Jiminie, Taehyung’s pomeranian hybrid. Hybrids were something you were a lot familiar with. You’ve seen a few and met many of them. You just didn’t like the idea of considering them anything less than people or sex toys for that matter.

“Speaking of which... I had leftovers from yesterday.” Y/n hummed while making her way over to the fridge. “And by leftovers you mean you made extra food.” A chuckle escapes him.

“So you don’t want any?” 

“I never said that.”

The sun began to rise from his slumber. Brighten Y/n’s room as the sunlight rushes in. Birds chirp their beautiful melodies and songs. And then, an annoying alarm goes off to wake y/n up.

After a few moments, you finally decide to get up and get ready. You had offered a lot of your time to the restaurant because you wanted to be in the kitchen. Even if you weren’t exactly allowed to make anything in there and you were there to serve food.

As y/n got ready, her phone began to ring. In bright glowing white letters, Uncle Reggie. “Hello?” “Y/n, are you about to leave?” “No, I just woke up.” “You don’t have to come so early. You can come in at four o’clock if you want. Don’t overwork yourself. Also, I know what day it is. So take your time.” “Oh... alright. I guess I’ll see you later.”

And with that, you hung up and put your phone down.

You glanced around your room and immediately you went over to your closet. It took you thirty minutes to look for something to wear. You finally decided on a baby blue sweater and jeans. Quickly as ever, Y/n made her way out the door and went to the flower shop around the corner. 

Seeing the florist, Jin, she walked through the glass doors and waited in line for a moment. 

It took y/n a moment to get the flowers she wanted. The same type of flowers. “Good morning Y/n!” Jin beamed. “Morning, may I get the usual please?” “I already have them ready,” he says while turning around.

“Order up for Table Ten,” Dylan announces. Quickly and steady, y/n picked up the plates full of food and placed it on her tray.

“I’ll help lock up.” Y/n volunteers as she starts to wipe down tables. “Thanks, Y/n.” Dahyun bowed. “Don’t worry about it.” Y/n, Dahyun, and Asia were left to close up and clean. Asia on washing dishes and Dayhun and Y/n on cleaning tables and taking out the trash. 

“I’m almost done, I just have to take the garbage out.” You uttered while taking up the last two bags. Slowly, Y/n made her way outside through the back door. Dragging both bags out. Once she was close enough to the dumpster, she threw the bags in only to hear growling.

“Is there someone there?” Looking around with the little bit of light from the restaurant, she could only make out a tail. The growling only got louder. She backed away and a figure appeared in front of her.

The figure had a tail and she could see two furry ears on top of the figures head. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to disturb you. It’s my first day working.” She spoke softly. Afraid of the hybrid in front of her.

The hybrid walked away from the scene. As if nothing had happened. Dahyun walks out, to find you in shock. “Y/n, you ready to go?” You nodded your head swiftly and went inside.

The next day, the hybrid you saw last night continued to roam your thoughts. You had wondered why it was there? Why it stared at you? What type of hybrid is it? Was it going to be there again? And many more questions flooding your brain.

You were so distracted that by the time you went to work, you had almost messed up orders. “Be careful Y/n,” your Uncle warned. You nodded and tried to set your mind straight. Luckily, everyone had gotten their orders and you had a moment to sit down.

Which didn’t last long. You were up and at it again, serving customers their meals and bills. “Nice work today,” Hoseok complimented. He was one of the waiters. Y/n simply smiled and went into the kitchen. “Can I have a New York strip?” “Anything for you sweetheart,” Uncle Reggie began cooking once more.

In all honesty, the strip wasn’t for you. It was for the hybrid you had encountered. The hybrid was tall and the growling scared you nearly to death. But you couldn’t help but wonder if the hybrid was on its own. So when everyone left and you went to the back of the restaurant once again. Walked up to the dumpsters and placed the New York strip down.

“I asked one of the chefs to make a steak for you. If you’re still out there. And if you’re not, I’ll find out tomorrow.” Turning around you walked straight back into the restaurant and practically ran out.

Honestly, you didn’t know if the hybrid was going to eat it. You didn’t even know if the hybrid came back to that spot. Probably talked to the open air.

But you weren’t going to find out until tomorrow morning to see if he’d eat it.

The morning began, you quickly got dressed for work and headed there. Earlier than the rest, you unlocked the doors and walked in. Putting some things aside and then to go to the back. When arriving, the plate was clear of the New York strip and a little smile spread on y/n’s face.

You took up the plate and went back inside. “Good morning, Y/n.” You heard. Hiding the plate behind you, you waved at Dahyun and went into the kitchen.

Washing the plate as fast as you could and returned to the break room.

Giving free dishes to the hybrid had become a habit. It started out as one meal per day, but eventually, you found a way to sneak three meals a day for him. It’s not like the hybrid asked you so. If anything, it seems as if he’s doing you the favor. You'd get worried when you had no time to sneak in an entree but, you never got complaints of the sort.

A few more days go by and you sent everyone home while you closed up the restaurant once again. You cooked up a little meal and went straight to the back of the restaurant. You placed the meal down and was ready to head back into the building but a presence stopped you.

“Is someone there?” Which that question seems dumb at this point. You were behind the restaurant, at night, by yourself. So your senses went into override. “H-hello?” You heard breathing near you and were about to probably lose your mind. 

“Why are you helping me?” A voice growls.

Weird. Y/n’s heard that growl before. “Do you want something from me?” The growling continues.

“N-no. I don’t know you.” 

“Exactly, so why are you giving me food?” A familiar figure steps out of the shadows and gazes at you. This time you can make sense of some of his features. Dark coffee-colored tousled hair that hides under a gray hoodie. He was definitely taller than you and he could see part of his tail behind him. 

“I umm... you looked as if you haven’t eaten in a while.” 

“So you pity me.” he scoffs.

“I-it wasn’t like-”

“You pity me. Don’t deny it.” The hybrid stood looming over you without saying anything else. There was no way you could just run. You couldn’t run. He was intimidating with only his gaze yet you couldn’t see his eyes completely. 

“I have to l-lock up. I’ll come back for the plate after.” You tell him. Swiftly, you turn around and went back into the restaurant to just gather yourself. The second time you’ve seen him but he thinks so little of you.

As you finished some things up, you went back out outside with the little confidence you had. There lies an empty plate and the hybrid. “May I take the plate?”

“Go ahead.” He mumbles. As much as you wanted to question him you couldn’t. There was no way this guy or hybrid was going to talk to you any further. Y/n picks up the plate and leaves. She finishes things up at the restaurant and locks the doors to go on her merry way.

Tonight wasn’t as merry as you thought. Y/n continued to hear sounds through her walk. At first, she just thought it was in her head but then she heard footsteps. They slowed down when she did and fastened when she did. She stopped and turned around to see nothing but shadows and the distant light that illuminates the sides of the streets. You took a breath and continued walking home. Once you stopped in front of your apartment, you heard the sounds again. 

“Why are you following me?” Your courage speaking out faster than you can react. Silence. That’s all you heard. Nothing moved in front of you. You quickly get inside the complex of your building. Making sure to take a glance every few moments behind you. The sounds and noises stopped once you pushed your apartment door open. Quickly closing it behind you. 

For the first time, tomorrow was your day off. You were going to sleep in all day but you remembered the hybrid that lives behind the restaurant.

The buzzer at your door buzzed. The lobby telling you that someone was waiting for you. “Miss y/l/n, there is someone here for you.” “Who is it?” “Namjoon.”

You don’t know anyone with that name. Y/n got dressed and went down to the lobby. From a distance, the figure seemed familiar but there wasn’t a tail or ears of any sort. But getting closer you saw this ‘namjoon’ and he looked weak. A grimace appears on his face like he didn’t want to be here.

“What are you doing here? Actually, how do you where I live?” “I followed you yesterday night.” He mumbles. “It was you?!” He nods his head but pain took over his face.

“I need... your h-help.” It was a struggle. To ask for help. From a person, he barely knew and already has a bad relationship with humans. This was the one human he could go to. Before y/n could ask she glanced at his hands to see bruises.

“You need to go to the hospital.” “No. They’ll just send me back and test me.” “They? Umm.. okay. Could you stay here for a moment and I’ll be right back?” He hesitates for a brief moment but eventually nods his head.

Quickly you went back to your flat and got dressed. Picking up your phone, you searched through your contacts for a special person. Jin. Even though he owned a flower shop, he studied in the medical field before going into a different business. Praying he answered his phone.

[Jin] “Hello?”

[y/n] “Jin, I need your help with something? Is it possible if I can come over to your place? It might be an emergency...”

[Jin] “Sure, just text me when you get in front of my house.”

Hanging up, you make your way back to the lobby. Namjoon stood looking around. He is waiting patiently but he was getting tired. His thoughts accompanied him but for the wrong reasons. She probably just left you to call the police. You don’t even know her name? She’s not going to help you. Negative thoughts took over until he saw you again.

It really messed with him. He was actually going to get help. “C’mon.” You took hold of one of his hands and led him to Jin’s home. “W-where are we going?” It was surprising to him sound nervous. He was making you feel bad just yesterday about pitying him. “A friend of mine could help you.” After your response, Namjoon stays quiet and follows your lead.

During the walk, Namjoon did his best to not show that he was in a lot of pain but that ultimately failed. He’d try to hug his side but is constantly following y/n around. He’s losing blood.

“Namjoon?” Looking back, she sees his hooded eyes are getting closer to closing. “Don’t close your eyes. We’re almost there.” “Okay,” he responds.

“What’s wrong with him?” Jin’s glance immediately going to Namjoon. “I don’t know but he came to me for help but he doesn’t want to go to the hospital so you were my choice.” Y/n answers.

She still held the hybrid's hand even though they had reached their destination. His eyes are closing again. “Are you okay?” Jin asks Namjoon and all he does is stare. His eyes open again but are hostile towards Jin. A growl slowly reaching in his throat.

“He’s here to help you.” Y/n states while squeezing his hand. Before Namjoon he could say anything, the room around Namjoon went dark. His body became heavy and unbalanced. The last thing he heard was y/n’s voice calling his name.

He was now completely passed out. Jin reaches Y/n’s side and opens up Namjoon’s jacket to see spots of blood.

#bts #bangtansoyeondan #dxvelxvely #kim namjoon #KnJ #joonie #bts rm #bts jin #bts yoongi #bts hoseok #bts jimin #bts taehyung #bts jungkook #masterlist #bts masterlist #preferences #blurbs #imagines #bts imagines #namjoon x reader #bts namjoon #bangtanuniversity

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V’s After End - Notes / Opinion

Below the cut will be my reactions, opinions, & spoilers for V’s After Ending episodes & endings. There’s a sprinkling of ~thirst~ & a lot of confusion/screaming throughout. I am afraid I haven’t gone back to proofread the episode reactions, so they’re likely a little messy & misspelled. 

Episode reactions are at the top, separated by episode & endings. Long-winded opinion/discussion about the route itself is at the bottom.

Journey below at your own risk! xx

Episode 1

80 hourglasses for EPISODE ONE? Oh this man is EXPENSIIIIVE. How many episodes is this going to be? 8 TOTAL?! Goodness.

JUDGE OR FORGIVE?! Who am I judging & forgiving? Jihyun? Rika? Cauuuuuse... uhhhh.... that might change my answers a bit (a lot)

So this means there is going to be multiple endings, yeah?!

Probably hasn’t even kissed you yet & is already packing up, leaving, & asking you to wait for him. I WAIT FOR NO MAN (Jk I waited for this man for over a year. Fuck.)

Oh shiiiit. He’s leaving me his house?! Ok, I’ll wait. Have fun storming the castle! *waves*

Excuse me but does the news screen on Jumin’s tv in his room show a picture of Rika & a caption underneath that says “More Catfood”???

The bottom of the news reel also says “Does Jumin Han is Gay?” Please, release us. Let it die.

JUUUMIIIIN. DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF. Let us comfort each other in these trying times. *waggles eyebrows*

JAEHEE COMING THROUGH WITH SOME GODDAMN SENSE & LOGIC. MY GIRL!

SOMEONE GET THIS MAN HIS WINE! Ohhh, nevermind he’s been drinking too much. Let’s have some water now, Juju.

This man is mourning & distraught. I am so sad for him. & now they’re making him dependent on alcohol to relieve his stress? Uh, I don’t like where this is going.

If anything happens to Jumin in this ending I swear...

WE HAVE CHATS TOO?! Damn what a complex update!

Wait, Zen WANTS to see MC & Jihyun being lovey dovey? Zen’s an imposter. He’s been replaced. That’s the real secret of this After End.

Oh wait, he said he was lying. Whew.

It is weird giving replies in chats & not seeing little colorful hearts flying everywhere…

Zen coming in HOT with the “Do you think you can forgive Rika?” question. Woooow.

You bet your ass I asked if anyone has heard anything from Ray. I’m going to cry.

NEW SEVEN CG! SO CUTE! VANDERWOOD IN THE RAFT! SO CUUUUUTE!

“He’s an adorable shy man.” Instantly chose this option. Vanderwood is cuuuute. Yes, Seven, please tell Vandy that I called him adorable & shy. Then tell me his reply. Then give him my number.

Yoosung’s got a package. I’M SURE HE DOES. ::eyes emoji::

OH SHIT, JUMIN DROPPING THE DNA BOMB. Wait, riddle me why the fuck Jumin had access to Seven’s DNA in the first place...

Poor Seven, I thought he had already sort of knew/assumed the hacker was his twin. But I guess he didn’t really know until now?

Looks like I’m on the “FORGIVE” path. Unlocked a Jumin’s VA free chat. Alriiiight.

Episode 2

Ray? Omg my eyes teared up. IS HE ALIVE?! WHAT KINDA SHORT TEASE OF A VOICE IS THAT?! OMFGGGGG. D:

Episode 2 & I’m already fucking crying. Great. Awesome. Lovely.

Honestly, I’m glad they’re having this discussion about V keeping all this information to himself about Saeran’s existence & use within Magenta because that’s always had me side-eyeing V HARD. I’m still of the opinion that he should have told at least Seven & Jumin about everything sooner. I get that he wanted to save Rika, but he was responsible for Saeran. I’m still heated.

SAEYOUNG HAS GONE ROGUE!

Mailman route when?! Kidding. His voice is nice though.

“Burn the letter” JESUS, MC. CALM IT DOWN.

RIKA WENT MISSING. OMFGGGG. THIS AFTER END! I JUST WANTED TO KISS JIHYUN. WHAT THE FRICK FRACK IS GOING ON?!

“We found remnants of DNA that matched with those of Luciel scattered about in the remains of Magenta. Since the explosion was of no ordinary size….” My heart hurts. My head hurts. My soul hurts.

This super sad music is just making me feel worse. I hate this. I’m crying again. I’m getting emotional whiplash.

Ray deserved better. Full stop.

Rika & Saeyoung left alone & Ray’s theme starts playing. How fucking dare this game fuck with me. I’m literally lying on the floor in a ball, playing this game & crying. What the hell.

For a second I saw Saeyoung making that fist in the CG & thought he was about to punch Rika.

Wow can y’all believe Jihyun basically Noped the Fuck Out of his own After End?

Hey Siri, turn off Rika’s voice.

Seven is dropping a lot of truth. ::quietly sips my tea::

God, Saeyoung’s prayer to Saeran is heartbreaking. Props to this VA though, damn he’s good.

Still on the “FORGIVE” path. I’m going to have fun going back & taking the judgement path.

Episode 3

Jumin “THERE WILL BE NO MORE SECRETS” Han fucking coming through! My boy! God, I love him so much.

First sun reference we’ve had. I thought there would be more by now.

Jihyun is out there falling in love with an MC in his head that he’s hardly spoken with since he left. That… can’t be healthy, my dude.

Jumin showing up in the goddamn woods in his suit is hot.

Jumin Han is so so good, y’all. This conversation between him & Saeyoung is absolutely amazing. He’s doing his best to comfort & protect at the same time. He asked about Saeran. He’s encouraging Saeyoung to live, helping him understand he’ll come out of this pain & find new reasons to live. He’s struggling too, but he’s doing so much to reach out & help Saeyoung.

The line about creating a new family, one without blood ties, broke me.

Uhhhh…. who was that? “We found him but that woman is with him.” Saeyoung & Rika?

THE STRESS GAVE ZEN A PIMPLE. Can relate.

Hell yeah I flirted with Zen. He is still prettier than starlight.

“Why don’t you come over? :)” MC. GIRL. …. I like the way you think.

Yoosung: “WELL I’M NOT GANDHI.” I fucking lost my shit.

“Should I drive V’s car?” Uhhhhh YES.

“But you’re gonna have to drive thru the night for hours. I’m kind of worried.” Bitch, I’m from Texas. I got this. 8 hours is a SHORT TRIP.

The disrespect. They aren’t going to let me drive. I don’t need a man to drive me.

DID VANDERWOOD JUST? OMG DID HE? DID HE JUST SHOOT SAEYOUNG?! BITCH, I LOVED YOU????? & YOU DID THIS????

Omg my heart. Why do they play with my emotions like this. Whew. WHEWWW.

VANDERWOOD CG!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Saeyoung is getting a lot of love tonight from his two new dads- Jumin & Vanderwood. Soft love & tough love. Shouting love at you with a gun in your face is new though.

YES! LET’S LOOK FOR A BODY! I STILL HAVE A SHRED OF HOPE RAY IS ALIVE. C’MON CHERITZ, PLEASE.

“Would you mind giving me some spotlight now?” Please let this be foreshadowing. I would eat UP a Vanderwood route.

Is another agency trying to kidnap Saeyoung? I am confusion? His dad?

Still on the “FORGIVE” path. Yoosung’s VA has a cute voice. I liiiiike.

Episode 4

My Yoosung is so sad. This boy has a lot of hate built up in him. First for V, now for Rika &&& V. Goodness.

She? Who the hell is Rika talking about? She who?!

Seems like everyone is concerned that MC will pity or listen to Rika too much. Hmm. Hmm hmmm…

Jumin is getting shit DONE.

2 years flashback. ????

Mika?! Who the fuck? Is this the “she” Rika was talking about earlier?

What he hell kinda narrative? Who is this woman? Supposedly some other girl from the orphanage Rika was a part of. She’s introduced & being used as the device that implanted this idea into Rika’s brain that she had “a devil” inside of her? She’s the reason Rika broke it off with V? Why? This feel like it cheapens everything. & why the hell is she calling Rika “Mina”? Is that Rika’s real name & I just forgot?!

IS RIKA LYING? WHY DID SHE WAIT THIS LONG TO TELL SAEYOUNG ABOUT THIS “STURDY ROOM”? COULD SAERAN REALLY BE ALIVE? Or is she trying to trick Saeyoung into leaving the cabin?!

Ok so the twins’ father has to be in on this somehow. He’s probably the one trying to get Saeyoung, I get that much. Omg... what if the reason they didn’t find proof of Saeran being dead is because his dad snatched up the remains?! Or kidnapped him alive? Or or or

Still on the “FORGIVE” path. This is hard. I want to be mean. 😈

Episode 5

I don’t know why I go into this game thinking I will just get to kiss the pretty boy. Or any boy.

Ok so more hints dropped their dad is probably involved.

“I am waiting for a letter.” GIRL, FUCK V’S LETTER. HE IS NOT HERE. SHIT IS GOING DOWN. LIVE IN THE MOMENT. IF HE WANTS TO BE OFF SMELLING FLOWERS, LET HIM. I AM TIRED.

I hope hope hope they find Saeran. Please please PLEASE.

I FORGOT. IF RAY IS ALIVE HE IS GOING THROUGH DETOX ALONE BURIED UNDER RUBBLE & ASH. I AM LIVID! WHAAAAT! SAVE. HIM.

Zen’s “WOOOOW” made me laugh.

These new CGs are a delight. I like seeing the mix of characters in them, too. Zen’s hand is huge. ::eyes emoji:: 

Maaan, Yoosung really flipped emotional spectrums so fast about Rika. The boy is certainly driven by his emotions.

These philosophical type chats always blow me away. This game really does get you thinking about social constructs. Fun & educating. Huh.

Getting these dirty boys to wash their hands before eating.

SAERAN MADE IT OUT?!

THAT IS SAERAN’S COUGH. OMG. HE IS ALIVE?!?! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 SAERAN!!!!

Still on “FORGIVE” path.

Episode 6

Jumin, this is a very roundabout way to tell Saeyoung you care about him & just want to look after him. You long-winded, man. I adore you.

SAEYOUNG HAS MORE VALUE THAN JUST WHAT HIS HACKING ABILITIES CAN BRING TO THE TABLE! LEAN ON YOUR FRIENDS/FAMILY, SAEYOUNG. THEY CARE FOR YOU!

10 years?! I don’t know if that is a blessing or a curse. Lol. That’s a lengthy commitment for Saeyoung though.

“Why must we give up one thing once we get something else?” Yeah, Cheritz. Why must we give up one boy once we save the other boy?!?! Hmmmm???? Lmaoooo

Saeyoung in a suit & tie!!!!!!! Niiiiiiice.

How in the hell are they gonna wrap up this story?! It’s gonna be a cliffhanger isn’t it?! Omg...

Did these idiots just straight up leave Zen, Yoosung, & MC in a random cabin in the woods FOR DAYS & go back to civilization on their own? How long does it take to return Rika back to proper authorizes?! Goodness.

WHAT?!

WHAAAAT THE FUCK?!?!

V TOOK SAERAN?! WHEN? HOW? WHAT? 

MY JAW JUST POPPED IT DROPPED SO HARD. WHAT THE SHIIIIIT?!?!

Uhhhh lmao uhm why are they dressed like Jedi? Jihyun is giving Obi Wan vibes right now. I’m cackling, when I shouldn’t be. This is supposed to be a serious moment, goddamnit.

I know Jihyun probably thinks he’s doing right by taking care of Saeran but AGAIN WITH THIS DOING IT ON HIS OWN BUSINESS?! Saeyoung is devastated his brother & all the while Jihyun had actually swooped him away for some self-medicated detox tour? Just more & more secrets. I’m tired.

“Let’s wait until detox is done & you don’t wanna murder your brother. So I booked a flight for next week.” A WEEK? HA! YEAH RIGHT! BEST CANCEL THAT.

Oh, he just keeps booking & cancelling flights. Lmao. Ok. I am less judgmental now.

If Saeyoung & Saeran don’t get a reunion.... I will die inside.

Unlocked the “FORGIVE” ending.

Shit that costs 80hg too? I have nearly depleted what I had saved up!

BUT HOLY SHIT Y’ALL. SAERAN IS ALIVE! 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

“FORGIVE” Ending

This song is hauntingly beautiful.

Who is this speaking?

Is Rika high right now wtf?!

God is a woman.

I am so over all this sun talk. Let. It. Go.

Weren’t security guards left with them at the cabin?! Did Rika just WALK out?!

Of course she’s going to run away & get away with everything. Mhmm ok.

NOW THEY ARE COMING FOR JUMIN’S COMPANY?! I THOUGHT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE GOOD END WTF. I’LL FIGHT. DON’T COME FOR C&R. I’LL THROW DOWN. JUMIN BETTER NOT LOSE EVERYTHING.

So Rika is gone & for no reason Zen & Yoosung & MC are going to stay in the cabin alone? (& not have a threesome?!?!?!)

Jumin is literally putting his own company on the line to protect Saeyoung. This man is amazing. “We’ll rebuild.” My nipples are hard. Jumin has fully aroused me. I would have taken him right on a conference table.  

Welcome to Rika’s Ted Talk

Well.... I am pleased she stepped up & laid the truth all out there. Took us years to get here, lads, but we did it!

Twin cribs. Hmmm.

2 YEARS LATER?! SO THIS CONNECTS TO THE GOOD END OF JIHYUN’S ROUTE?!

2 years, huh... I would have shacked up with Jumin looooong before now. That man is a whole snack. Selfless, sweet, handsome, has a cat. I’m thirsty.

Jumin’s become an alcoholic?! Great. /s I guess this is meant to show just how drastic things are? That Jumin, our token rational & logical man, is resorting to a dangerous lifestyle as a means of coping? I’m heartbroken.

“Have I kept you waiting for too long.” Yes.

His gift better be bringing Saeran on stage because if he unveils a white puzzle I will lose my fucking mind. It is nearly 4am. I haven’t slept. I just want a smooch.

Omg I think it’s happening.

It’s gonna happen.

OMGGGGG

Please let there be a CG of this

IT HAPPENED!!!!! THEY REUNITED!!!! OMG!!!!!

LONGEST HELL YEAH BOOOOY OF MY LIFE

Pink suit pink suit pink suit PINK SUIT!!!! 💗

Ohhhh... Saeran has burns all over his face & his hand. Is his whole left side burned? My poor boy.

5 years later?!? (Mmmm think about mid30s Jumin Han though 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻)

*gasp* A BABY!

Holy shit, not a baby. A full child.

Awwww Saeyoung & Saeran live together!!

YEEESSSS. GET THIS LITTLE GIRL INTO STEM!!!! 

“When is Uncle Jumin gonna marry.” I marry him every few weeks, little girl. 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 when I reread his endings.

“Daddy thinks he will never get married.” I am now sad. I want to marry Jumin.

Jaehee got a promotion. Good for her. It’s what she deserves.

Aw Lucy is cute. Surprised they didn’t give her Jihyun’s hair color.

Their house has a lot of windows. 👀👀👀 Floor to ceiling windows. 👀👀👀 Good for fucking against. 👀👀👀👀

THIS CHILD IS ALREADY LEARNING TO KEEP SECRETS. NOOOOO. BREAK THIS CHAIN!

“Daddy is good with secrets, too.” TRUST ME, LITTLE GIRL. WE KNOW. WE KNOOOW. Y’all the noise I made when I read this line. Scoff wheezing?! Full exasperation.

“But you tell everything to Mommy!” About fucking time, honestly. How long did it take for him to break his secrets habit?

Ohhhhh she’s adopted! That’s why she doesn’t have his hair color. Curious why they didn’t go with the biological child path? I certainly don’t mind adoption. It definitely feels like a sort of tribute to Rika.

Girl already has a crush on Zen. Ha! Giiiirl, same. Jihyun’s reaction was funny.

I wanna ride Zen’s motorcycle & his diiiiiiiii

7 years later & Yoosung is still addicted to LOLOL. Keep it up, Yoosung. Live your best gaming life.

Now she’s plotting murder against her own dad. Goodness. & Yoosung just TOLD her this entire dark plot of the game. Lmaooooo

What happened to Vanderwood? Did he accept working at C&R? How is he? Is he eating? Did he take a vacation away from Saeyoung? I need to know.

Jihyun’s speech to his wife is sweet. Now kiss!

Omg I can’t believe I didn’t get to smooch him at all. What.

What.

100 HOURGLASSES TO RESET?!?! HIGHWAY ROBBERY! I need to save up all over again for when (if) they drop a Saeran After End

“JUDGE” Ending

No, going back to the place you hate most isn’t a sufficient form of punishment for the crimes you’ve committed. You can’t just punish yourself & call it justice. Thank u, next.

Why the fuck is Rika called Serena now?! How many names does she have?! 

Is Rika really free & just doing her own apology tour?! No trial or hospital involved? I’m????

Yoosung’s dialogue makes it seem like he still wants Rika around. Flip flop. 

I do enjoy that Yoosung is a very emotional character, even if sometimes in the stories I don’t agree with him. He’s always very open & honest with how he feels, even if taken to extremes.

Jaehee’s discussion with Rika was very rational. As expected.

Damn Zen gave her the boot double quick.

Jumin: “You are a minus given a breathing body.” Ohhhhhhh my god. 😮😮😮 & he told her he wants her sent to a lab to have data collected from her. Jumin is ANGRY.

So this discussion with Saeran is meant to be in her own head, yeah?

Ok her discussion with Saeyoung felt real -ish again but then her discussion with Jihyun sounded bizarre & far-fetched again. So has she just been inside her own head this entire time?

What the fuck... is going on.

Wow, let’s toss in some sexual assault via clergymen to spice things up. Alright. /s What the hell is this?

This ending is fucking bonkers

Omg Zen’s robotic reply made me lose my shit. First time I’ve laughed because of this ending.

Poor Vanderwood. He sounded excited to have a line.

Sooo... the ending has just been a mock of how a Rika route would have gone if she had one?

Wait this was all just MC’s dream?! Rika’s dream?

& now Rika is in a coma?!? What? What???!! I’m... tired.

You know what, at least Saeyoung & Saeran are back together. Silver lining. The only silver lining to this madness.

Yoosung got a whole new look again. I’ll admit, for a hot second I thought he had become a cult leader & I was worried.

Sooo... the RFA became some sort of support group for Rika’s victims?????

Jumin doesn’t want to be a part of the meetings because he doesn’t particularly subscribe to their efficiency. Zen just doesn’t want to be involved because he doesn’t want the reminder. Jihyun basically just didn’t show up. So is this to mean the RFA has fallen apart entirely? Rename the group, change your ideals, be more open with each other, & formulate new ways to create charity events/fundraisers. Find a new purpose together! PULL. YOURSELVES. TOGETHER.

Ugh. Ugggghhhhhhh.

So, I’ve sat on this for a little under 24 hours. I let it sink in, in hopes that I could make better sense of it. But honestly, I don’t feel like I have. I feel perhaps this after end should have been listed in a separate section like the secret endings. These episodes certainly read more like a secret ending.

Rather than call this “V’s After End” I think it would make more sense to have called this “V’s Route After End” (or even “Rika’s After End”). This ending felt more like a means of giving closure to the route itself, rather than an acknowledgement of Jihyun’s relationship with MC. We were shown Saeran was alive, we were given Saeyoung & Saeran reunited with one another finally, we got answers as to what happened with Rika & how she ended up in Alaska, we found out why Jihyun was really away for two years, we had Saeyoung & Saeran stepping out from the hunting shadow of their father. Questions were answered, resolutions of sorts were given.

When I think of “after end” I’ll admit, I assumed we would be given a short snippet of story revolving primarily around Jihyun & MC post-good end, like we had for the other characters; not this dramatic saga between the end of the route & before Jihyun returns two years later. 

Jihyun’s route revolved around him understanding his relationship with Rika & then distancing himself from that & trying to find himself. His route felt like it had more Jihyun x Rika content than it did Jihyun x MC content. This After End there was hardly any Jihyun x MC content as he was gone essentially the entire time. He really Noped Out of his own After End; I’m still a bit shocked I paid so many hourglasses for V content.... only to not be given V content. I admit, I feel foolish & cheated, somehow. I went in hoping for more content about a character I was interested in, only to be given this dramatic story revolving around a character I don’t particularly care for.

I’m disappointed that there is a Forgive or Judge aspect to this ending. 

In the Forgive path/end, the blame of Rika’s crimes & actions is pinned on Rika’s mental illness, choice individuals swaying her into taking particular actions ( “embrace your devil” ), and various circumstances she’s had to endure & live through. By introducing this new character (Mika?), are we meant to blame her instead of Rika? Is she a scapegoat since the idea was originally hers & not Rika’s, even though Rika was the one that enacted everything? On top of this, Yoosung is shown to be reading a psychology book & also comes to the conclusion that what Rika has done isn’t really her fault, but the fault of her circumstances. All of this feels like we were being ushered into forgiving Rika and feeling guilty if we don’t. Provided you do choose to forgive Rika, she finds her own inner happiness, becomes “her own sun”, and goes off to live her life in Alaska; no consequences aside from distance (physical & emotionally) from her once friends/family & developing a negative public appeal. This forgive path directly ties in with Jihyun’s good end, implying it’s the better (intended?) ending. That doesn’t sit well with me. MC shouldn’t have to forgive their captor & tormentor in order to achieve their own “good” end. 

In the Judge path/end, the other characters often show hesitancy when MC expresses she will never be able to forgive Rika. There are philosophical chats about what is actually good vs bad, what is just, & who is to decide these sort of standards. We are led to question if holding on to a grudge hurts ourselves or the other party more. And in the end, when we choose to judge Rika, the RFA falls apart; everyone is miserable. Again, the reader is left feeling as if their judgement was too harsh, too cruel, or uncalled for as the consequences of it have seeped out & negatively touched other people. Rika falls into a coma – doesn’t go off to live her life in Alaska, doesn’t find her own inner peace – & this is all because she was blamed or shunned for her actions, as opposed to being forgiven. Why does everyone’s happiness depend on MC forgiving her captor?  It all left a sour taste in my mouth.

I understand the discussion of what is truly good vs bad or what is meant to be just & unjust can go fairly deep, but I feel that discussion applies only to circumstances that are in a grey area. What Rika did (attempted murder, abuse, emotional & physical manipulation, drugging/brainwashing) is clear cut wrong. There is no question that these are bad decisions. It should not be up for debate whether these sorts of actions are “good or bad.” While I do not deny that Rika’s past (whatever it fully may be as I have not read her backstory DLC) has attributed to her behaviors, it does not excuse them. I believe that mental illness does not excuse someone’s actions.

These are two very extreme endings - either Rika gets off free from her actions or she becomes comatose & succumbs to a darkness. Why have these drastic differences when you can merge the two; have Rika go through treatment to help her, serve a punishment that is fitting of her crimes, help her grow & understand, then have forgiveness come later? There were several options within gameplay along the lines of “I hope one day I can forgive her” & “I hope she finds her peace.” I see nothing wrong with not having MC forgive Rika but still wish for progress to be made.

Everyone was happier in the end where you forgave Rika, though. And isn’t that what everyone wanted in the end?

Overall, I didn’t mind Yoosung & Zen portraying the voices that provide the philosophical discussions in the routes and this After End. In fact, I enjoyed the chats with them as I tend to find philosophical discussions thought provoking, even if I do not always agree with what these characters were expressing. While MM is marketed as a visual novel romance, it has never shied away from delving into deeper topics & oftentimes tries to provide a lesson. Perhaps this time, the lesson they hoped to get across, didn’t hit the mark with me.

Yoosung’s emotions were very extreme in this After End. I have come to expect Yoosung being very up front, unapologetic, & pushy with his feelings. In a game where so many characters are often keeping secrets, it’s almost refreshing to have a character that is so viscerally open. Personally, I found it interesting that Yoosung’s feeling towards Rika had flipped so drastically. It was almost as if he was now trying to overcompensate for his previous idolization of her. 

I’m still of the opinion that the world does not deserve Jumin Han. Through his own pain & suffering, through dealing with the disappearance of his dearest friend, through having to come to terms with the fact that a woman he once considered a close friend turned out to be someone so villainous, he has stepped up & even at one point risked his own company, reputation, & livelihood to protect someone he now considered family. He used his time & resources to help as much as he could. He sat & genuinely listened to Saeyoung & calmly gave input despite Saeyoung verbally lashing out at him. I’ll admit I hated that Jumin seemingly became an alcoholic, or at least heavily dependent on wine, during the stretch of time these After Ends covered. He was suffering, but because he needed to keep his shit together, he used liquor as his means of turning off his brain so he wouldn’t think too heavily about what was happening, otherwise he’d spiral. You can bet your ass that every time there was an option to choose “How is Jumin doing?” I took it, because this man needs someone to look out for him while he’s busy looking after everyone else. I love him. He remains my favorite. 

I am thrilled Saeran is alive. I am ecstatic Saeyoung & Saeran got the reunion I had been hoping for (& in both endings!). The doctor part of me really wishes his treatment & recovery occurred in a hospital, instead of some nature tour with Jihyun while wearing Jedi robes, but beggars can’t be choosers in fiction, I suppose. I am glad Saeran is safe, recovering, had the time to heal his relationship with Jihyun, & is living with Saeyoung now. It’s what I wanted for him.

On one hand, I can see why Jihyun kept Saeran being alive a secret (Saeran wasn’t ready to see Saeyoung yet, he was detoxing, he needed more recovery time, he needed the peace away from everything, if Saeyoung knew he would have gone after them immediately rather than wait for some time to pass) but on the other hand, I had had enough of the secrets. I am glad though that the story allowed for Saeyoung to have some hope that Saeran was alive. If the narrative had left no suggestion of hope & Saeyoung had fallen into a depression of sorts, then I feel when Saeran was finally revealed he [Saeyoung] may have not handled it as well. But Saeyoung was given a chance to hope, to grow, to finally relax/settle where he was, & was allowed time himself to recover from everything that happened, which I think helped in how he received Saeran’s reappearance.

Definitive proof that Vanderwood has grown to care about Saeyoung as a person?! Sign me the fuck up. That was amazing. I greatly enjoy Vanderwood.

With Saeyoung, I did enjoy seeing his range of emotion & reactions to this entire ordeal. He was desvasted, broken, distraught, angry. My heart went out to him & I felt his pain. His monologues were great. His reactions felt real. It was a bit jarring to see how readily he was contemplating suicide & how quickly he cast that aside as soon as some other bit of info to cling to came along. I understand, though, that this story took place in a short amount of time & the creators were trying to portray his progression in the time they had. I am tickled that he was offered a 10 year contract with C&R & that he readily accepted. I have enjoyed seeing him begin to accept that he can plant roots somewhere, open up to those around him, & not fear that he’ll one day have to leave.

I was originally miffed that Jihyun went off for two years on his own, seemingly to get over Rika, making MC wait around, before he could commit himself to MC. Knowing now that those two years were actually spent helping to rehabilitate Saeran in seclusion, I am assuaged. A bit.

I am, however, left feeling as though maybe MC isn’t meant to be with Jihyun. I’ve certainly felt as if there is more push to have Jihyun x Rika remain together as Cheritz still doesn’t give, what I would consider, adequate bonding & development between Jihyun x MC (not that 11 days of story in any of the routes could be described as adequate bonding time, lolol). Majority of Jihyun’s scenes (in his route) are about him reminiscing about his past with Rika, rather than discussions that may cultivation a budding relationship with MC. I like Jihyun, but it feels likes it’s been made intentionally hard to romance him. Maybe it was naive of me to hope we would get cute scenes of Jihyun & MC getting to know one another more, or be shown ways Jihyun made it up to MC for being gone for so long, or even a mini date story, or actually seeing the proposal happen, or even a kiss? But I did hope for all of that, so I can’t pretend I’m not sad we didn’t getting to see it. The romance between Jihyun & MC feels brushed aside, like an afterthought, & I was hoping that this After End would finally put it at the forefront of the story told.

While I don’t like how the situation with Rika was handled in either route, & while this After End was not at all what I was expecting (I just wanted to kiss Jihyun, omg), it wasn’t a total loss for me since the twins are reunited & happy, which I think may have been my biggest wish. The voice acting as phenomenal & I can tell how much time & effort Cheritz put into creating this mammoth, complex & thought-provoking story. I’ll be honest & admit that I am upset I spent so many hourglasses for content that seemed packaged as Jihyun content but turned out to be more about Rika, but nothing can be done about that now. 

If I had to pick an ending I preferred, it would definitely be the Forgive End, as there is more happiness for everyone I care about when it concludes. It was nice seeing Jihyun & MC have their little family, even if it was a very brief interaction. Their adoption of a little girl feels like a nod to Rika, of sorts. Perhaps that isn’t what Cheritz intended, & maybe there is no hidden meaning to why they adopted at all, but I am happy to see Jihyun & MC having brought a child into their home to create a family with.

The CGs are beautiful. Is there even a way to unlock the title page Jihyun proposal CG? I didn’t get it in my play-through at all. 

I didn’t hate this After End, but I definitely didn’t love it either. I guess it kind of falls in a strange floaty grey middle area for me, somewhat flat. Hopefully many of y’all enjoyed it! I look forward to seeing what they may give us for Saeran’s After End. I have a feeling that may be a wild story too.

#In conclusion: I hate the sun #mm #mysme #mystic messenger #Jihyun Kim #V #Rika #Jumin Han #Yoosung Kim #Jaehee Kang #Zen #Hyun Ryu #Saeyoung Choi #Luciel Choi #Saeran Choi #Ray Choi #V's After End #Jihyun's After End #spoilers #text post #long post #route notes #opinion #Meowle Mumbles #scheduled post

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Renegade- A JJK Oneshot

Genre: Hybrid AU, Bandit/Runaway AU, angst, romance, and if you squint, there’s a bit of fluff.

Pairing: Rabbit Hybrid! Reader x Human! Jungkook 

Warnings: Crimes, stealing, swearing, a small hint of violence, a dash of anxiety and slowly growing feeling.

Summary: Choi Jae-Hwa is probably the most wanted criminal in her small village. The rabbit hybrid is forever trying to find a safe place to hide, but is always fund by the police. Humans have never shown her any type of respect, even before her family was taken away from her, but when a human bumps into her when she’s running from the police, what’s a bunny to do?

Word count: 5.2k words

Post Date: 22/05/19

Part of the Green Tea and Melodies series

Song: ‘Run’ - BTS

A/N: Hey TaeCups and SugaKookies, I’m so sorry I haven’t been active...like at all. I kinda broke my laptop so I couldn’t get started on this as soon as I wanted to. But, this is a collaboration with the one and only @worldwidebt7 so please keep an eye for an illustrated version of this oneshot. Please enjoy the show!

The Oneshot ll The Comic

“It has recently been reported that that troublesome hybrid, Choi Jae-Hwa, has been apprehended by the local police this morning, let’s hope that they have her for more than 24 hours” 

The TV outside of the temporary cell blared on about things happening in the world, which was quite enjoyable, despite the fact that it was muted. The local radio made up for the lack of sound. The shackles around my wrists was nothing new to me. It’s been like this for years. Since my parents had been hunted and killed by a pack of wolves, I have been on my own since I was 11. I remember what happened so clearly.

~10 years prior~ 

We had gone on a walk in the forest, hand in hand with my parents, Yoona and Taemin. My parents’ relationship baffled quite a lot of people, considering my mother was a bunny hyrbid and my father was a fox hybrid, but they somehow made it work. I ran ahead of my parents, looking at the flowers that grew.

“Eomma, look!” My eleven year old self called out to her, pointing at a Lily of a Valley. My mother walked over, looking at the pretty flora.

“Very pretty, just like you!” She exclaimed, pressing a kiss to my cheek before joining my father once more. Suddenly, I could sense the worry of my mother. She was turned away from me, looking towards the deeper part of the woods. Her ears were at their fullest height and her body was tensing up. 

“Honey, are you alright?” My father asked, turning her face towards him. My mother’s coffee brown eyes were scared, terrified. 

“We need to get out of here. Now! Jae-Hwa, come on, we’re leaving.” She answered my father before calling out to me. Just as I grabbed my mother’s hand, a pack of wolves jumped out from behind the trees. 

“A family I see, a full course meal.” The biggest and clearly the leader called out to the pack and my family, licking his lips. He charged at my father, knocking him to the ground. He started to bite him, first his arms, then his stomach. 

“Yoona. take Jae-Hwa and run!” He called out weakly, attempting to bite back to no avail. My mother was about to turn when she was taken out from behind and in the same position as my father. There was nothing I could do. 

“Jae-Hwa, run!” was the last thing my mother cried out before she couldn’t do anything but accept her fate. I followed her words, turning on my heel and running away from the scene. I was quite fast for a rabbit hybrid, being able to outrun the female wolves that ran after me. I ran as far as I could before I reached the small village I called home, but this time, returning without my only guardians.

Times sure do change, don’t they? I had been caught up in my own thoughts, not realizing that it was now dark outside. Well, time to execute the plan...again. I always kept a bobby pin in my hair, which it pinned back my fringe. Despite being handcuffed, it was surprisingly simple to grab the sliver of metal. With the bobby pin in hand, I began to pick the lock on the cuffs, hearing a satisfying ‘clink’, telling me I succeeded with step one. I quietly shifted to the other side of my cell before a voice interrupted me.

“Escaping again, I see.” Seungri’s voice rung out across the empty hall. I smiled softly at his voice. Seungri had been the only person who actually bothered to talk to me from behind his own bars. 

“You’ve seen me do it so many times, yet you still haven’t told them. I can’t help but wonder as to why. Care to tell me?” I responded, pressing my back against the wall, curiosity getting the better of me. 

“I know you only do this to survive, you’re nineteen, you can’t do anything about it, it’s your way of survival.” He called out, leaning forward on the bars that kept him in the small human enclosure. I smiled weakly, before parting my lips to speak again.

“Hey Seungri, thanks...for having my back.” I mumbled sincerely, grabbing some loose bricks on the wall. He smirked and gave you a kind look.

“No problem, kid.” He finished the conversation before heading back to his small bed. Just as I started to squeeze through the small window, a guard began to walk down the hall.

“Hey, what are you doing!?” The structured, wide shouldered man started yelling, pulling his keys out of his pocket and unlocking the barred enclosure. My fight or flight instincts kicked in. If I don’t run, I will possibly be thrown into some sort of pit. Then again, I’m already destined for hell. But I can’t possibly fight this man, he’s probably been through a lot of training and there is no way that someone like me will be able to win, especially a rabbit hybrid. I squeezed my thin body through the bars and dropped to the ground below just as he entered. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. I’ve escaped this place many times before so this wasn’t difficult to do. Now, where to go now? So I did the only thing I knew how to do since I was 11. 

I ran.  

I was well away from the small community jail, even though a statement had been issued for my arrest...again. The evening markets were lit up like a Christmas tree and the smell of the food was causing my stomach to rumble. I flipped up my dirty lilac hoodie and tried my best to flatten my ears. I walked into the bustle of the market, chatter and the laughter of the small village children echoed throughout the small venue. My attention was turned to a stall that seemed to be selling baked goods, cakes, bread, pastries, the whole lot. The short and plump woman that stood behind the display table was busy talking with customers and making sure the bread in the small portable oven was burning. ‘She won’t notice if I swiped a few things, will she?’ I thought to myself, taking a loaf of bread from the table as well a blueberry muffin and was reaching for a croissant when the woman grabbed my bony wrist in her hand.

“And just what do you think you’re doing, young lady?” She asked, her eyes piercing holes in my personal bubble. I attempted to shake her hand off but her grip only tightened. 

“I asked you a question, now answer me, girl!” She yelled with an authoritative voice, her other hand flicking off my hoodie, revealing my ears. Being one of the few hybrids in town since my parents were killed, people immediately recognized me. A wave of anxiety hit me and once again, fight or flight kicked in. I could either confront the woman and end up being handed in to the police or run with food in hand. The latter seemed to be the better idea, so with a final glance towards the woman, I sped off. I could hear the woman yell something along the lines of ‘You mangy animal!’ but I couldn’t hear her. Some people tried to chase after me, but being an animal with agility, none of them could catch me. I was looking behind me as I kept running through the market, smirking when I saw how far behind me they were. Doing this however meant I didn’t see the figure in front of me. I ran into them, knocking me to the ground. While the loaf of bread stayed in my grasp, the blueberry flew out of my pocket and into a nearby bush. 

Well, there goes dessert... 

I held my head for a moment to stop it from spinning. Suddenly, a voice spoke and a hand was in front of my face. 

“I’m so sorry, miss. Are you alright?” The voice was one that sounded like it belonged to an angel and when I lifted my head, he certainly looked like one. His soft brown hair hung in front of his eyes, his skin was like honey but his most mesmerizing was his big doe eyes. If he had a tail or antlers, I would have mistaken him for a deer hybrid. I slowly took his hand, the break still in my hand.

“I’m fine.” I said coldly. I didn’t let his features get in the way of the fact that he was a human. Humans were ruthless and they cared not for any hybrids, only to lock them up, sell them and mistreat them. I stood up and brushed off my knees and went to walk away from him when he called out to me.

“Hey, be careful. There’s a swarm of people down there looking for someone who fits your looks. I would suggest heading back into town. It’s safer there.” He informed me and smiled warmly. I nodded before brushing past him, walking in the direction that leads back to the village. I climbed the small hill that wasn’t that well lit. I saw the plump woman wailing to a policeman, probably about our ordeal. I smiled to myself, knowing that I escaped their grasp twice today.

Sunrise was always the prettiest over the village. Especially when you are perched on top of the school building roof, it’s where you got the best view. My chestnut brown hair didn’t look greasy in the light and it made the freckles on my mocha skin visible. I loved these times, where I wasn’t constantly on the run from the police, being given stares from parents and shielding me from their children’s vision like I was some sort of beast. I was used to it though. Most people in the village resented or were afraid of me, well, everyone except one. Kim Seokjin, the owner of the local cafe and the person who has known me since I was a baby. Which I was on my way to see. He always supplies me breakfast and never gave up on me, even after I started getting into trouble with the police. I pushed the glass door open, the bell above it ringing. Seokjin’s gaze snapped up from wiping down the breakfast bar/counter and gave me a loving smile. 

“Well, if it isn’t Snowy Valley’s most wanted. Welcome back, JaeJae. How have you been?” He announced as soon as he saw me. I smile at my nickname and went to the counter.

“Oh, you know. It was on the radio again. I was able to escape. If they keep putting me in the same cell, they are never gonna learn that I can escape so easily. Although, I ran into someone last night. I’ve never seen him before, but he wasn’t scared of me, nor did he seem to recognize me but he warned me of a search party that was assigned to me.” I explained, my ears turned sideways in confusion. Seokjin smiled and walked towards to the barista coffee maker and started making me my usual, a mug of hot mocha. 

“I believe that’s the new kid. He came in here a few weeks ago and introduced himself as Jungkook. He seemed like a nice kid. Said he recently moved in to finally live on his own. He was very quiet and reserved however. He did seem comfortable talking to me. Overheard the news report on you and asked me if I knew you.” 

“To which you replied yes?”

“Well, considering you are like my daughter, I had no choice but to say yes. After I confirmed that, he smiled to himself and whispered something about you being adorable.” I blushed at the last comment. 

“Jin, stop it. No he didn’t. How old is he, he seemed pretty young to me.”

“Only a couple years older than you, he’s 21.” He looked younger if I was being honest. 

“He’s still a human, but a very good looking kid.” I admitted. I watched Jin frown before smirking.

“But not as handsome as me, right JaeJae?” I burst into laughter.

“Of course not.” 

Out and about today was quiet, very quiet for Snowy Valley. The reason for this was probably that it was Monday morning, which meant school went back for another week. I wandered around aimlessly before I stumbled across a newly opened bakery. I peeked inside to see a tall, thin woman who seemed to be in her mid-thirties behind the counter, a kind smile on her face. I slipped inside and looked at the assortment of baked goods that chanted my name from behind the sliding glass door. This was one of those bakeries where they were able to be used by the customers. My stomach rumbled immediately.

I’ll just grab a few loaves and some muffins and I will be gone.

I reached for the bread, successfully grabbing without being detected and with a couple muffins stuffed in my pockets, I headed towards the door. That’s when a shrill voice screeched “Hey! You didn’t pay for those!” At those words, the plump woman from last night appeared from the back, rolling pin in hand. 

“It’s you again, you feral animal!” She shrieked, running from behind the counter and towards me. 

Well, now I was battered, no food and extremely hungry. It was late at night and no one was around. I was in the back alley behind an apartment complex, near the dumpster. My eye was bruised, my muscles hurt and I’m pretty sure my stomach was bruised. 

Looks like I’m sleeping here tonight...

I picked up sounds of footsteps but couldn’t be fucked opening my eyes. 

“Hey, are you alright?” A familiar voice asked, causing me to open my eyes. My gaze was met by the doe-eyed boy from last night. His eyes were glazed with concern and worry. I scoffed.

“Do I look fucking okay to you?” I spat coldly, crossing my arms over my stomach, only to remember that’s where it hurt the most and hissing in pain. 

“Wait, let me help you. I’ll take you to my apartment and I’ll treat you.” He calmly said, grabbing my hand. I ripped my hand from his grip, staring daggers at him. 

“Unhand me, human! Don’t touch me!” I exclaimed, trying to get away from him and run, but my legs refused to move. 

“Okay, I won’t touch you. But please, you’re hurt and if you aren’t treated, it’s only gonna get worse.” He explained with a hint of concern in his voice, as he knelt down to my height. While my brain didn’t trust him, my body acted according to my heart. I followed him with my head hung low and not saying a word. He led me up several staircases and to a door with the number ‘97′ on the door. He unlocked the door and opened the door for me to enter first. I scowled at him and entered the small apartment. I looked at the dark room, my night vision being one of the best thing in the situation. I heard the door slam behind me and I turned around, my ears pricked all the way up in fear. My eyes grew bigger and a small whimper escaped my lips. 

“Woah there, Bugs, no need to freak out. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled, revealing his teeth that looked similar to me. I didn’t realize how much he looked like a rabbit, so much so that it was almost scary. Before a single could escape my lips, he grabbed my wrist and guided me to his bathroom, his grip remaining tight despite me struggling to release myself. He finally reached the bathroom and lifted me up quickly and placed me on the counter, our faces only a mere few inches away. I scowled at him, my bangs covering one of my eyes.

“I can walk myself, you know.” I spat, eyeing him suspiciously as he grabbed ointment and bandages from a cupboard. He only looked at me and chuckled a little.

“It was the best way to make sure you didn’t run away. I can’t let you leave untreated.” He replied, unscrewing the cap from the ointment and instructed me to extend my arms. I still didn’t trust him. My experiences with humans were not pleasant, as my body clearly showed. This was the only way I could survive. I hissed in pain as I felt a cold liquid drop onto one of the scrapes on my wrist, retracting it back as quick as I could.

“That fucking burns!” I shrieked at him, examining the invisible damage. He grasped my wrist and yanked it towards, causing me to growl slightly. 

“Stop being a baby, Jae-Hwa.” He commanded, not looking at me at all, but that right now was the least of my concerns.

“How the hell do you know my name?” I hissed sourly, squinting my eyes as I stared daggers into his soul. He finally looked up and sighed through his nose, only to giggle.

“You’re probably the most controversial citizen, let alone hybrid in this village. How could I not know you. I’m Jungkook, by the way. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He held his hand out for me to shake, but I stared at it before looking at him with my cheeks puffed out.

“Who said you were an acquaintance of mine?” I seethed, my ears flattened against my head in distrust. Jungkook looked a little dejected at my words but I didn’t care. 

“Well, you seem pretty comfortable with me touching you, despite what you’re saying, but Jin said you didn’t like humans that much, him being the only acceptance.” His words sung out almost like a melody as he wrapped my  wrist in a clean, white bandage. I tensed at his words as my eyes wandered down to my wrist, wearing his sculpted hands guided the bandage around my wrist and the lower half of my palm. He secured the white cloth with some medical tape and grabbed a small plastic band-aid and placed it quickly on my cheek. I was slightly taken aback by his action but didn’t say anything. He looked at me for a second and saw the way my arms were folded across the lower half of my stomach. 

“Is there anywhere else that hurts?” He asked, eyes watching my expression carefully. I scoffed and blew my bangs out of my eyes.

“No.” I replied bluntly, lying straight through my teeth. His eyes softened at my words, clearly still concerned.

“Jae-Hwa, I know this may sound weird but, may I look under your shirt?” He requested hesitantly, the fear of rejection smelt so strong, it made me crinkle my nose.

“I-I...fine.” I mumbled in defeat as I lifted my shirt no higher than my middle. A large blue and purple bruise covered the majority of the left side of my stomach, the right covered in red hand prints. Jungkook’s eyes were blown open, clearly terrified at the sight he saw.

“J-Jae-Hwa, how badly does it hurt?” He questioned timidly, his eyes still fixated on the blue and purple flower that was bloomed on my stomach.

“Does it look bad to you, genius? It hurts to even fucking breathe.” I cursed at him, eyes glowing a soft amber before returning to their natural color. 

“S-Sorry, that was dumb question, I get it. But can you please stop acting like such a jerk for five minutes and let me bandage it please. If it stays uncovered, it’s not gonna heal as fast.”

Just let your guard down for a one moment, please...    

I inhaled deeply and looked at him straight in the eyes.

“Fine, but I’m extremely thirsty and a bathroom isn’t exactly a comforting environment.” Was any place comforting to me?

“Oh, yeah, sure. I’ll make some tea, and then we can just talk, so I can understand you a little bit more.” Jungkook excitedly replied, practically bouncing on his toes. I hissed as Jungkook suddenly placed pressure onto my bruise to wrap it up in a similar white cloth that was around my hand. He secured it and moved onto my left elbow. He squeezed a little bit of ointment on, causing me to hiss in pain again. He wrapped up the disinfected graze and weaved his way out of the bathroom, supposedly the kitchen. I groaned as I slipped off the counter and down the passage that connected the rooms together. I saw Jungkook hunched over the stove, preparing to cups of tea and looked at me as he realized my presence.

“I only have green tea. I hope you don’t mind.” He smiled awkwardly as he placed a teabag in each cup. I smiled to myself, making sure he didn’t see, as I played with the strings of my hoodie. That was when I realized how disgusting I looked and felt. Damn my stupidity for not realizing before he dressed me. 

“You alright, Jae?” He asked, using the nickname only Jin called me, hence catching me off guard. Normally, I would have spat a melody of swear words at him, but remembering what he had asked me to do in the bathroom refrained me in doing so.  

“I feel disgusting.” I spoke my mind in a hushed voice, embarrassed at my state. Jungkook chuckled before brushing past me and down the hallway, disappearing into his room. This would be the perfect time to escape, however, I remember that I have nowhere to run, the major factor is that, my feet remained rooted to the ground. A few minutes later, Jungkook emerged from his room with a pair of sweatpants, an oversized shirt and black hoodie in a pile in his hands. 

“I found some clothes that I don’t wear much so you can change into these for tonight. I’ll wash the clothes you’re wearing now if you want, that’s if you’re staying.” He said in a voice that was almost asking, if not begging, me to stay with him. I took the clothes in my hands, simply nodding and quick-walking to his bedroom. His bedroom was small, but not as small as I expected. I decided not to dwell too much and quickly stripped off the lilac hoodie, the white shirt, ripped jeans and the socks with way too many holes than I was willing to admit. I let the sweatpants sit loosely on my waist, the waistband hidden by the shirt several sizes too big and finally the hoodie. I slipped out of his room and back into the kitchen, where Jungkook placed the two teacups on the table and sat down.

“Take a seat.” He said simply, brushing his bangs out of his face. I followed his instructions and slumped into my chair. 

“Now, there’s one thing I want to know, why do you hate humans so much?” He goes straight for the personal question, doesn’t he? 

“Personal experiences, I’ve only been exposed to the evil side of humanity.” I said shortly, looking into the cup of cooling tea before taking a sip.

“But why are you so close with Seokjin?” Jungkook asked, lowering his head in an attempt to look into my eyes under my bangs. 

“I knew him before my parents died. He was best friends with my father, who introduced my mother to him. He consoled me after their death, and I stayed with him until I was discovered by his landlord, who certainly didn’t like hybrids. He threatened Seokjin with homelessness if he didn’t get rid of me. I couldn’t let him live on the streets so I took my leave from the premises. It was for the best. There, you have your explanation. I steal because I have no money whatsoever, therefore I can’t buy anything, besides, I love thrill of being seen but not so much being caught.” I downed the last of my tea before standing up. 

“Thanks for the tea and for treating my injuries, but I have to go.” I said abruptly, not sounding thankful at all. I turned towards the door but before I could leave, I felt a grip on my wrist.

“Oh, no you’re not. You are staying here until you’re 100% healed. It’s too dark and cold out there anyway. Please, Jae-Hwa. Be rational. Just..stay here. Take my room, it’s the least I can do.” Jungkook gave me his big doe eyes, which were utterly adorable that they made me go weak in the knees. 

“Fine, but no funny business.” I said flatly, giving in. I brushed past him and entered his bedroom, pulling back the covers and slipping between them and falling asleep.

I didn’t intend to stay as long as I did. I only planned to stay there for two days, but two days slowly turned into two months. I don’t know how I convinced myself to stay, considering I was staying with the species I hated the most. Jungkook was sweet, kind and considerate, despite me giving him the cold shoulder more often than not. He always made me green tea when I had breakfast and the beverage slowly became my favorite taste ever. The days and nights passed quickly but I often went out at night. Tonight, Jungkook insisted that we went to the markets together as he always got the best food for the best prices than he did at the small supermarket we had. With my newly washed hoodie over my head, Jungkook and I stood in a sea of citizens of the valley. My eyes wandered, spotting the woman who caused me the injuries that littered my body. I felt my blood boiling that such a kind looking woman could make such a cruel act. I latched myself onto Jungkook’s arm in an attempt to keep myself from picking another fight with her.

“What are you doing?�� Jungkook asked, looking utterly confused. 

“Just roll with it, Jeon.” I said, calling him by his last name. I guess we grew closer than I first thought.

“Alright, Choi.” He responded coolly. 

He dragged me to almost every stall in the markets, his hands occupied by brown paper bags, filled with a range of different items. He finally stopped at the stall I had been dreading, the bakery stall. The plump woman hadn’t noticed me standing behind Jungkook, clearly blown away by his beauty.

“And how can I help you, sir?” She asked, her voice so sickly sweet, I almost burst into laughter. Jungkook’s eyes scanned the display table before pointing to a loaf of bread and two blueberry muffins. The woman flashed him a smile before grabbing grabbing two different white paper bags, one long one for the bread and a smaller one for the muffins. Jungkook paid the woman and was turning away from her when she finally spotted me. She immediately stopped smiling and her face wrinkled in disgust.

“You filthy animal! What are you going to steal from this nice man? Police! Police!” She yelled, catching the attention of quite a crowd of people. A policeman came running up to the woman, panic written across his face.

“Ma’am, what’s wrong? What happened?” He questioned, watching as the woman broke into fake sobs.

“It’s the hybrid! She tried to rob one of my customers.” She fake cried with a subtle smirk on her face. The policeman saw my lilac hoodie and started booking it after me. My instincts kicked in as I grabbed Jungkook’s hand and started running from the scene. Jungkook exclaimed in surprise, dropping half of the bags, including the loaf of bread. The policeman was hot on our heels as I rounded into an alleyway and climbing on top of a dumpster. The policeman rounded the corner and we were cornered. 

“Choi Jae-Hwa, stand down and we won’t need to do anything irrational.” The broad man commanded, his eyes dark and serious. I looked up at the roof above me before looking back to me. 

“Jungkook, I need you to trust me for a second. It might seem crazy but we’ll leave with our lives.” I said, my eyes filled with sincerity and uncertainty. I had been so cold to this boy and now, I was suddenly asking him to trust me. 

Real smooth, Jae. 

Jungkook looked at the officer before looking back at me. I extended my hand, part of me hoping that he would take my word and trust me. 

“If it means you’re safe, that’s all that matters.” He whispered and took my hnad. A soft blush crept across my cheeks before I jumped up and grabbed onto an low ledge and pulling myself onto the roof above. I reached my hand down for Jungkook to grab.

“Oh, no you don’t.” The policeman called and attempted to grab Jungkook’s ankle. Thankfully, I was able to pull him up, the officer missing him by less than an inch. I looked into Jungkook’s face, just centimeters away from mine. I walked on the tiled roof of the abandoned building...her house. 

“What is this place?” Jungkook asked, looking around before his eyes fixating on the beautiful view of the moon and stars. 

“The place I grew up before all of this.” I explained, pointing to myself, indicating my criminal record. 

“Why did you give up? Why did you rather have been hated for this than trying to fit in?” Jungkook asked. Silence fell upon my lips before I parted them.

“I’ve given them a reason to hate me. No matter how many wounds were on my feet, I always remember one thing...how to run away. It was the only thing I really seem to remember from my childhood. The first time I shifted with my parents and ran around with them. I know they wouldn’t be happy with what I did, but at least they know I’m surviving.” I smiled sadly, until I felt Jungkook take my hand.

“Jae-Hwa, you don’t have to do this alone, you know.” He said calmly as he looked into my moonlit eyes.

“What are you saying?” I asked, my gaze wandering over his features. 

“That I have been crushing on you for far too long. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I love you and I would love to give you the best life I can, even if it means I gain my own criminal record.” My eyes widened. He is really willing to give up his entire life to be with me.

“I-I love you too, Jungkook.” I whispered, looking around. His face moved closer to mine and looked at me with love in his eyes.

“Are you really willing to give everything up?” I asked him, my heartbeat quickening. He smiled with his teeth and intertwined our fingers.

“For you, I’d be willing to give up my life.” He whispered before he pulled me in to kiss him. His lips were soft and sweet, moving professionally across my lips. I broke the kiss and smiled happily. 

“What do you say, shall we go cause some trouble?” I asked with a sneaky smile. He laughed.

“Let’s do it, for we are the renegades of the entire valley.” 

A/N:This is my first one shot ever. I am really proud of how it turned out and I’m sorry if it’s kinda cringey. Reminder, that this onehsot will be illustrated by the magnificent @worldwidebt7 so stay tuned for that. Until next time, my friends.

~ Kookie’s Cup of Tae 

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Sixteen: Renovate ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

“Well...here we are.” Turning the key, Sasuke lets the engine come to a standstill, the hum of the car now quiet. Dark eyes gaze through the windshield at the imposing building before them.

It almost seems to stare back.

“...this is it…?”

“Mhm. It’s been…” How long has it been…? “...well, a long time. Too long. But after they died...we moved into the city with our aunt and cousin. So this place sat empty from then on.”

The pair sit in silence for a moment before Sasuke unbuckles his seatbelt. “Well...should we get out and look around…?”

Hinata nods, doing the same. Doors click to open and then shut as they leave the vehicle behind. “So this is where you grew up…?”

“Partially. I was seven when our parents died. Almost eight. I have quite a few memories here, but just as many - if not more - with my aunt and her son.”

She gives a thoughtful hum, staring up at the old house with pale, inquisitive eyes. “...so why now?”

“Huh?”

“Why come back here now? Did...something happen?”

“Not really. It’s just been on my mind lately.”

“Your brother doesn’t want it…?”

“Nah, he’s happy where he’s at. Besides, he has a steady job where they’re living now. And with two kids already, he’s not fond of the idea of packing everybody up and moving.”

“Ah, that’s a good point. This place is so big...do you really need that much room…?”

“Well...we might need this much room.”

Her gaze snaps to him. “...I…?”

“C’mon, Hinata.” Sasuke manages a soft yet teasing smile. “It’s gonna happen one of these days, right? We’ve been dating almost four years now...think it might be time to move in together?”

“But this place is...is huge! And -!”

“I’m not moving in tomorrow - it’s gonna need a lot of work before anyone can live in it. It’s been sitting empty for over a decade now. Think of it more like...my eventual forever home. Work on it bit by bit, and by the time I’m ready to settle down...it’ll be here. All spruced up and ready to be lived in again.”

Hinata stares at him, clearly a bit taken aback. “I...I g-guess that makes sense…” Her gaze then averts, flushing a light pink. “And you...you really see me here with you…? When that happens?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, true: we’re each the other’s first long-term relationship, but...doesn’t that kinda hint that maybe we made good choices?”

“...I guess so. It just seems, um...far in the future.”

“...do you not want -?”

“N-no! That’s - that’s not what I mean!” Hinata quickly backtracks, waving desperate hands. “I just…! I guess I...just haven’t thought that far ahead…”

“Well one of us has to,” he rebukes, but not without a grin as she pouts at him. “C’mon, I’ll give you a tour.”

Taking out a keyring his aunt gave him, Sasuke unlocks the front door. The inside is bare: any and all furniture was sold after his aunt moved them out. Flicking a light switch does nothing, which...he honestly predicted. “Guess we’ll have to settle with opening curtains, huh?”

The house is old, modeled after styles of a bygone era. Paper screens and sliding doors, tatami mats and big beams. And rooms upon rooms upon rooms.  Many of the screens are discolored, a few torn...doors askew from their tracks, and a few tatami mats have holes in them. Whether rotten or mouse-chewed, he’s not sure. Note one: hire an exterminator, just in case.

“Watch your step.”

As they walk, Sasuke can’t help but see ghosts on memories play out: furniture reappears in his mind’s eye, his brother and parents walking around as though part of a shaky film reel. Warm Summer light makes the walls shine gold and the air smell sweet.

For a moment, he finds himself immersed in the past.

“...Sasuke…?”

A blink, and it’s gone. “...sorry. Just, uh...remembering.”

They continue on, Sasuke pointing out the purpose of each room. “This one was mine.” A door opens to a small, quaint bedroom. “Kinda undersized now though, huh?”

“A little, yes,” she can’t help but agree with a light laugh.

The back door opens into an overgrown, Winter-sleeping garden. Ice clings to the banks of an ornamental stream.

“This place is amazing...and yet so sad…”

“Yeah...it’s been in the family for generations.” A hand gestures. “Think you could work your magic out here, miss botanist?”

Hinata gives him a look, stepping out into the gravel. “...I can see it was once very beautiful.”

“Both my mom and her sister were avid gardeners. Whenever she’d come visit, this is where they’d be without fail. Even in the Winter. Itachi, Shisui and I played out here all the time.”

More flickering visions of times long past bring the gardens back to life. Green and full, they were the perfect places to play hide and seek, or make believe of any kind. They were little samurai and ninja back then, fighting epic battles with paper shuriken and bamboo rod swords. Mikoto and Manami were the empresses in needing of defending. It was so long ago, and yet he can still see it all so clearly…

Kāsan…

“Oh, look!”

Snapping back to attention, Sasuke follows to where Hinata’s dug into a thicket of weeds. “See that? It’s a lily! A type that blooms in the Winter! Poor thing’s being choked out…” She starts pulling at the overgrowth, mouth set in a determined line.

“Guess I’ll leave renovating the gardens to you, huh?”

“I certainly wouldn’t mind. My mother loved flowers, too...her name even referred to them. I think that’s where I got it from.”

“I wouldn’t doubt it.”

Eventually, the short Winter day begins to darken, and Sasuke takes them back inside. “Think we better button things up.” A flashlight on his keyring clicks on.

“At least no vandals have found it.”

“Yeah, lucky. Then again it’s so off the main road, it’s a bit easy to miss.”

“Hopefully no one see us leAHH!”

Spinning around, Sasuke startles as Hinata cries out. Her foot’s gone straight through a tatami mat.

“H-help!” she laughs, holding out a hand.

“How did that not happen the first time?!”

“I don’t know!”

It’s an easy lift to free her, the pair moving closer to the walls until they reach the front door. “Okay…! I...I think that’s enough adventure for one day…!”

“You didn’t twist your ankle, did you?”

“No, no - I’m fine. It just...scared me! I w-wasn’t expecting it!”

Sasuke still looks to her critically, waiting for a stumble as an excuse to just haul her to the car himself. But they make it out without further incident, locking the door and gate back up before retreating to the vehicle.

“...well…?”

“It’s...definitely in need of some work. But I can see all the old charm to it...and the home it used to be.”

“Think you could stand to live there for the rest of your life when the time comes?”

“So long as I don’t go sinking through any more floors,” she replies with a laugh.

“...are you sure…?”

Hinata slowly sobers. “...yes. Why are you so...adamant about it…?”

Well, this isn’t exactly how he planned to do this, but… Sasuke reaches into a pocket, fiddling for a moment before pulling out a box.

Hinata’s eyes go round as the moon.

“...because I want it - and everything else in my life - to be yours, too. Including me. For all time.” There’s a small click as he opens the ring box. “Hyūga Hinata...will you marry me…?”

Staring at the piece of jewelry for a long moment, Hinata then launches across the car to embrace him as best she can in the confined space. “Yes! Y-yes, a thousand times yet!”

Dark eyes pinch shut, taking a moment to reel in the full feeling in his chest.

“...then we better get started.”

     PHEW, this is a little on the late side, but I had a long day in town today, and then things to take care of this evening! But it's not midnight yet here, so...yay!      I love love love this idea, and it came really easily to me, thankfully. Some prompts aren't that kind, haha! I want to see Sasuke reclaim his childhood home, and fill it back up with lots of SasuHina babies, heh heh~      Anywho, I've got lots still to write tonight so I'll leave it there - thanks so much for reading!

#uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #sasuhina #best years of your life [ au ] #365daysofsasuhina

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Becoming Human - Final Chapter

Previous Chapters:  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25

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“Welcome to KBoys Cyborg Call Centre, you’re speaking with Yerin, how may I help you today?”

“I really need some help please!” the caller cried and I waited for further information. “My Sungjae just stopped midway through uh, lover mode.”

“Isn’t that the worst,” I sympathised, trying to not let my mind flash back to my own experience with that. “Customer, on page two hundred and thirty-nine there is exact troubleshooting advice for this situation. But I know now is not the time for that, and I see you haven’t tried resetting his button on his neck yet. Could you please hold down the button for me for ten seconds? It will let me know if that has solved the problem or not. Please tell me if he responds again.”

Some things never changed.

After being thanked for my help, the call disconnected and I answered four more before needing to take a bathroom break. I remembered back to the time when I had been so worked up by the customer who went back to her lover on the phone and how disgusted I had been at the time. This time I laughed, at least she was having fun.

It wasn’t easy, but life had found it’s routine again. I had discovered that bottling it all up hadn’t helped me in the past, and finally opening up about how I felt to my friends meant they were able to support me. It didn’t ease the heartache, but at least I wasn’t alone anymore. I had found my smile again, and my heart was slowly healing.

The event had gone amazingly well and Leo was even published on the cover of Time Magazine for his endeavours. From the last update I had, he was in Paris and wouldn’t be back until next week. I just hoped he wasn’t working himself to the bone again now that he was back to travelling the world.

Heading into the cafeteria to collect some bottles of water Younha had asked for when I left my desk, I froze when I saw the familiar person sitting at the same table he had done twice now. If I wasn’t so stunned, I was certain it would have amused me with how this room seemed to house so many repeated memories.

Leo’s gaze widened with my arrival as well, which was different than in the past. I bowed lightly in greeting, not wanting to stare for too long. He wasn’t remembering who I was and I felt guilty for being the only one privy to the thoughts.

“Yerin-noona.”

“Yes, Leo?” I responded, opening the refrigerator door so I could hide my blush behind it.

“Have you been well?”

“Uh, well enough. And you, not overworking too much are you?”

He chuckled. “They won’t let me burn out like last time, you don’t have to worry.”

I couldn’t respond, my hand pausing on grabbing another bottle of water.

“Does it frustrate you that I don’t remember?” he continued and I dropped what I had in my grasp, my eyes faltering as I watched the bottles roll over the floor. I swallowed roughly as the tears sprung to my eyes and I willed myself to simply turn and walk out of the room. But my legs weren’t listening, keeping me stuck with cool air circulating over my face from the refrigerator, and hoping he would talk some more. I was my own worst enemy, really.

The encounters Leo and I had had since that moment months ago were short and intended to be that way. Mostly because I would run away before they had the chance to get any deeper than they needed to, the unaired apology from that night still between us. I didn’t want to get into the past; it was difficult enough to live in the present.

I felt a hand on my arm then, Leo pulling me away from the refrigerator and closing the door to stop the beeping. He stared at me for an immeasurable moment before blinking rapidly, letting go of my arm and whatever that had begun to reside in his eyes.

I turned to collect the bottles off the floor.

“It frustrated me endlessly, you know. Why I would feel like there was something, no someone missing all this time. How I would find myself coming to this room often, even though it’s not a part of my department. How I would long to cook for someone when I don’t need to eat. No matter how much I tried to find a trace of who you were to me, it would never show up.” His hand slipped into his pocket and retrieved something I had completely forgotten about. He held it up, clicking to show the wallpaper of his mobile phone. It was the photo of me with the flowers and I gasped. “How I have this. It’s full of photos of you and me, and numbers that belong to all my friends and colleagues. Yet the number I called the most was labelled my love. And if it were to ring-”

He pressed call and my phone started vibrating in my pant’s pocket. Leo tilted his head to the side. “It calls you.”

“Stop, please.”

“I wasn’t stupid, I knew there was some love life I had once with you, and it hurt watching you struggle with the knowledge when I had nothing to offer you back but some curious questions from what I had discovered. For your sake, since I couldn’t be who you needed back then, I turned you away. I’m sorry about that.”

Shaking my head as the tears began to fall, I backed away. “I need you to listen to me and stop. I can’t Leo, I just can’t.”

Forgetting about the water I spun to walk passed him until his arms were firmly wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into his body. My heart raced and I shook with the intensity of my emotions.

“It wasn’t until Gunhee recently in Paris asked about the extra chip I had requested and if I figured out what I was storing on it. I had no idea I even had one. That night I unlocked it. Of course, I would be the type to want to protect us like that in case anything ever went wrong.”

His lips pressed into my neck gently and I was frozen. Why hadn’t I ever thought about that chip I had been told about before they repaired him?

“It was pretty overwhelming but it felt right. I mean why else would I have dreamed of you all this time unknowingly. So I got on the first plane home and waited in here for you, hoping you’d eventually come in and find me.”

“Wait,” I said, spinning around in his arms and stared up at him. “You mean you’ve known for how long?”

“Well a flight from Paris to Seoul is around eleven hours, and I had to wait five hours to get on the flight. It took three hours for you to find me, and I’ve spent all that time going over everything so, about that long.”

“You’ve sat here for three hours?” I repeated and he nodded. “Knowing that I loved you all this time and you made me wait three hours?!”

“Oh it’s as deep as love, I haven’t gotten that far into my memories,” Leo mentioned with a thoughtful gaze, my cheeks reddening before he chuckled at my naivety, pulling me into his arms more tightly. “I missed you. I missed you even when I didn’t know what I was missing.”

“Really?”

“Really. I’m sorry I left you alone all this time.”

“You won’t leave me alone again, will you?” I asked tentatively and Leo kissed my head.

“I have weekly check-ups on my health that Doctor Jung has insisted upon since it happened. And next time I travel, I’m taking you with me. I can’t believe I never did in the past. Leaving you behind each time almost killed me.”

“Overworking almost killed you,” I corrected, giving him a look. Leo winced lightly.

“I’m not working as hard as I was, and I actually requested a holiday.”

“Oh, did you?”

“I told them since I make so much money for the company; they could give me a month off. They agreed.”

“Well, not everyone has that luxury, someone still has to pay the bills,” I sighed and Leo grinned.

“Well I mean, the company owes me so much and they can’t really pay me in money since I don’t have a bank account so I told them to pay you.”

“What?!”

“Also, Doctor Jung gave me this when I got here.” He left my side to grab something he had over on the table, holding out the paper to me. It was a certificate, and I glanced up at Leo’s smiling face. He pointed to where it said my name on it. “Finally, you own me.”

“You’re mine?”

“Haven’t I always been?” he asked, leaning in to kiss me and I struggled to keep a hold of the certificate, his lips moving actively with months’ worth of passion. Although I didn’t need to have some piece of paper to tell me what my heart felt, it made it all feel that much more real kissing him and not letting it go.

Leo finally remembered me. He wasn’t just out there existing anymore, he was back, he was kissing me and he still loved me as much as I did him. And I owned him. It was worth all the heartache to get to this point again. I knew it wouldn’t ever be easy loving Leo. We had faced so much before, and we would ahead of us too. But with his lips on mine, I knew I would find my way through.

Because he was mine.

When he pulled away, I gazed up at him lovingly and hugged him. “So where are we going on vacation to?”

“I really like this place I haven’t been to in forever.”

“Nami Island?”

He shook his head. “Home. I plan to spend it there cooking.”

“What?! Why?”

“Because we’re going to be testing out if robots can eat. I offered to be the test run subject since it passed all their other tests.”

“Leo! This isn’t a holiday at all!”

“I can’t think of anything better, being able to eat, sleep, and breathe you in. It’s the perfect holiday. Besides I have so many things to ask you about.”

I groaned, gripping at the ownership certificate and wondering if I should return it already. “Like what?”

“Whether you believe you could marry someone made with artificial intelligence or not. It’s being discussed by Parliament next week.”

“What?”

“That way I get to own you too,” he told me, smiling devilishly.

“Are you proposing to me? You just got your memories back, how can you be at ease this quickly?!”

Leo’s smile faded, and he ran his hand through my hair. “Because it’s you. It always has been and it always will. Memories or not, I’ll come back to you every time. I love you, Yerin.”

“Yes,” I huffed and Leo shook his head laughing.

“I wasn’t proposing to you just yet but at least I know what the answer will be.”

“We need new house rules. I feel like this is the start all over again, you’re already driving me insane.”

“How about we ditch those and make bed rules. How we don’t leave it unless we’re hungry or you need the bathroom. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

Glancing around the cafeteria and only realising how public this all was for the first time, I covered his mouth, his laughter vibrating into my hand.

Owning a Kboy like Leo was hard but someone had to do it.

And he had chosen me.

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A/N: Welp. It’s time to say goodbye to Leo and Yerin, and the Kboys too. I’ve really had a blast writing this story, and it’s incredibly special to me, because it’s the first one I’ve written and completed since suffering from my writers block. 

I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read Becoming Human, who have left comments along the way, who have invested their opinions on this whole world of robots and shaped it into how it’s ended. 

Part of me is quite sad to say goodbye that I’ve even considered a small sequel later on at some point. Maybe! But until then, the curtain is closing on this world.

Again, thank you immensely for all your support! Xxx

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The Last Time

While I was over at my mother’s house visiting her and dad, my mother was bustling around the house hurriedly bringing things to the guest room. I looked over to my father who was sitting in his favourite brown leather reclining chair and asked him who mom was preparing the house for. He peered over his silver rimmed reading glasses and lowered the newspaper. 

“Your sister is coming down from Edmonton in a week. Didn’t you see her email?” he said in Cantonese. 

“I’ve been so busy with the kids’ after school schedule I haven’t had time to read my emails. Does Sue and Charlotte know?” I asked in English. 

“Not sure. Ask your sisters yourself.” He said returning to his newspaper. 

Ever since the kids started school, my life has been dedicated to chauffeuring them to their extra-curricular activities. I’m practically their private secretary who cooks, cleans, drives and schedules their lives for them. 

Since i’m the youngest in the family, I was so used to being taken care of and being looked after by my parents and older siblings. Once I married and had kids, I had to take the initiative to look out for myself and function independently. It’s been fifteen years of rushing around and constantly running out of time. I’ve had enough! I don’t even have time to check my emails. No one even takes care of me, let alone help me out! I’m exhausted. 

I’m excited to hear that she’s coming home now, though. She was like a mother to me since she was so much older and the most responsible one out of us four daughters. I’ve missed her dearly. She always makes sure to call me from time to time and see that i’m still holding up, but it’ll be nice to get to spend quality time with her in person. I just have to write it down in my calendar before I forget. 

The week of waiting for her arrival flew by. I lived my weekdays in a hurry to finish my daily chores before the kids were dismissed from school and during the weekends I went to work and had to deal with my crazed supervisors and their hypocritical comments about work efficiency. Time was simply passing me by at the speed of light. 

On the day of her arrival I drove my kids, my husband and myself over to my mother’s house where we were all expected to gather to welcome my oldest sister home from Edmonton. When the family comes together, that’s when I can be released of all my worries and be the spoiled little sister again instead of the responsible mom and wife. I was so excited. 

I arrived at my mom’s house an hour late from the time we were expected to be there, but it seemed like my sister hadn’t landed yet. Once I entered the house i tried to make an effort to greet everyone with proper etiquette to show my kids the importance of manners. I hope they learn from my example. Once I settled the kids in and took out all their colouring books and entertainment devices from my excessively large brown leather shoulder purse, I poured myself a cup of lychee tea and sat myself down on my parent’s familiar black leather couch. I could finally relax. 

Around three hours passed, and the sound of the front door could be heard unlocking, but I couldn’t be bothered to get up just yet. I just wanted a few more minutes of relaxing and being motionless. She came into the room and I saw that everyone’s mood lightened. When I first saw her come into the room I had the emotions of a lost toddler who finally found their mother in a random aisle in the grocery store. Immense relief and a wave of tranquility washed over me. She’s here. My Haven. 

She chit chatted with our other sisters and brother in-laws and asked their kids how school was and commented on how much they’ve matured since the last time she saw them. Finally, when she came up to me I felt giddy inside and hugged her immediately. When I pulled back I noticed that up close her face looked so ... worn. Her eye bags were grey and her complexion was dull, but what stood out to me the most was the fear hidden within her eyes. She looked away for a moment, her smile fading, but continued to asked me about the status of my life. I didn’t realize that my eyes were wide, and my mouth was slightly agape until I shut my mouth and blinked, making my eyes sting and water. 

“How’ve you been? You look a little tired! Is it because the kids are back in school now? She asked in Cantonese under her smile. 

“Uh... yeah... yeah yeah” I said while distractedly analyzing her face. “The kids are getting older so I decided to enroll them in a bunch of sports and art classes to see if they liked anything enough to specialize in it... you know... so that hopefully they can accomplish something and put it on their resume.” I said after wiping my dismayed expression off my face. 

“That’s good to hear. I’m sure we’ll be talking more about the kids throughout my visit. I should go say hi to dad now, be right back.” She said as she rose from the couch. 

I watched her cross the carpeted living room and walk towards dad. I sunk myself back into the couch, but my euphoric relaxation had been replaced with an unsettled feeling. She didn’t come home for a vacation, there was something more to her unseasonal return home. She usually came home for Christmas or summer, so this visit in April was very strange... also... she didn’t look as lively and energetic as she usually does. 

When everyone had settled down and had the chance to have a small one on one conversation with her, she leaned against the large glass sliding doors that stood in between the kitchen and the family room that I was sitting in. 

“I have to tell you all something... Gno m’lay (I didn’t come) here only for a vacation... Gno lay (I came) here to get chemo treatments from the hospitals here because they have better treatment programs here.” She said in a mixture of English and Cantonese so that everyone in the room could understand her. 

My mind went blank. My twenty years of work experience as a bedside nurse instinctively made me start to leaf through my mental encyclopedia of cancer types. There were some that were significantly worse than others. So, maybe she’s still curable. 

“What kind of cancer do you have?” I said hoarsely and unintentionally quietly. 

“Breast cancer. Terminal stage.” She said staring at me. 

I felt my mind, heart, and breath stop. I stared at her blankly unable to respond or form a thought. My eyes burned from keeping them open too long and my mouth was dry from the overwhelming sorrow, but I couldn’t look away from her. I kept asking myself why. Why did all beautiful flowers have to wither away so quickly? Why did this have to happen to her? Why didn’t she tell us earlier? 

Remembering this life changing moment for my family and I made me uncomfortably conscious of how many years have passed since her last trip home. I still think about her all the time and feel her absence during our weekly family dinners... but I would like to think that beyond those big pearly gates that await us all, she’s doing better than the last time I saw her. 

[gotsevendaysoftheweek]

Hi! Can I get a SMUT/FLUFF of Y/N and GOT7 MARK...Mark hasn't been home in 4 months and when he gets home he surprises Y/N with lots of attention, presents and PLEASING 💦🙌😊💦❤😉

An/ okay here we go!! I honestly rewrote this whole thing at the last minute. I didn’t like the first direction it went in but I’m pretty pleased with the results here. Hope you enjoy!

MISS YOUParing: Mark/ReaderRated: NSFW

Your day started off a little stranger than normal. Your were in the middle of making your morning Coffee when your doorbell rang. Frowning you made sure to grab your robe and secure it tightly around your waist. Heading to the door you frown even more when the security monitor picked up a delivery man holding a bunch of green balloons and what looked to be a baked goods basket.

Unlocking your door, you open it and smile kindly at the man in front of you.

“Good morning! We have special delivery for a Mrs.Tuan!”

You try hard not to roll your eyes and out right laugh in the man’s face but the situation was a bit hilarious. Over the past 4 months you had been receiving random gifts for a Mrs.Tuan, all of them sent from your boyfriend. He was away on tour and since you two haven’t been able to see one another every now and then Mark would surprise you with little gifts and trinkets. All delivered to a Mrs. Tuan, a bit of a running joke between you two.

Taking the basket and balloons from the man, you nod your head in thanks before closing and locking the door behind you. Walking into your kitchen you set the goodie basket down on the bar top and then make sure to tie your balloons off on the back of one of the chairs.

Taking a step back you take the time to admire your gifts. Reaching into the pocket of your robes you start looking for your phone but instantly remembered you left it on your bathroom counter.

Darting into your bathroom quickly, you emerge back out with cell phone in hand. Coming back into your kitchen you stand back a little ways to get a good photo of your gifts. Taking a few pictures, you were just about to find the right ones to send to Mark when your door bell goes off again.

Dropping your phone into the pocket of your robes, you walk back towards the door, this time the image of another delivery man holding a bouquet of pink and red roses. Opening the door the man greeted you like the other one. Saying how it was a gift for Mrs.Tuan. Taking the flowers and giving your thanks you close the door once more and head back into your kitchen.

Flowers, balloons and cookies and muffins. Mark was really going all out today. Blinking you grab your phone and quickly check the date. Part of you was worried you had missed an important day or something, but your anniversary was a few months away and your birthday had already passed and Marks was a few months away as well.

Setting the flowers down carefully on the counter you take a few pictures of them to, being sure to also get a photo of them with the other gifts.

Opening up your messenger app, you send a few pictures to Mark. “THANK YOU I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!! “

Closing and locking your screen you place your phone on the bar top and begin looking for a vase to put the roses into, but your phone going off alerted you of an incoming message.

Placing the vase down next to the flowers you grab your phone and couldn’t help the smile that slowly worked its way to your lips. Unlocking it and tapping on the notification. You leaned forward on to the counter and read his reply.

“Anything for you, but how’s my baby girl doing today?”

Typing back a reply you were just about to hit send when your door bell went off again. Deleting the message you were going to send you type a whole new one.

“Your gifts are beautiful, but how many did you send lol?!

Just before you went to answer the door you saw a response back.

“A few…”

Rolling your eyes you check the monitor again but this time a delivery man holding up a heart shaped box of chocolates greeted you in front of your camera.

Opening the door excitedly you suddenly pause when you were able to really take in what was going on. Not only was there one delivery man holding a box of chocolates, but there was also another three individuals behind him patiently waiting to deliver their own said packages.

“Umm…”

“Mrs.Tuan?”

Shaking you head you smile again and nod your head. “ I’m sorry yes?”

“Can you sign off on this for me please?” The man handed you an invoice, and your quickly signed off on it. Setting the box down on the small table set up by your door, you wait for the next delivery man to step forward, this one holding a smaller package, but it was wrapped up in a bag with the logo from well known shoe store in Myeongdong.

“Just sign here ma”am” Doing as instructed you take the gift from this one as well. Over the next 10 minutes you had signed for a total of 5 gifts. Two more had come up as you were signing off for the third delivery

Closing and locking the door you grab all of your gifts and shuffle awkwardly to the living room, there wasn’t enough room on the bar top for the rest of your gifts so you placed them on the coffee table instead.

Reaching for your pocket you don’t even bother checking the few unread messages you have instead you opt for calling. Putting your phone on speaker you don’t even have to wait two rings before the deep voice of your boyfriend reaches your ears.

“Good mor-“

“What the hell Mark?!”

The only response you received was a sharp laugh. “Mark I’m being serious!” Sighing you plop down dramatically onto your couch, and tried to sound angry but the smile on your face was making it hard.

And you could tell Mark had noticed because he laughed even harder. “Maaaaaaaark…” you whining at him seemed to do the trick because he calmed down enough to speak.

“I just felt like spoiling you today baby girl, anything wrong with that?”

You giggle a little. “ Well no, but this was a little excessive.”

“Did you opened all of them yet?”

Leaning forward you absentmindedly began picking at the wrapping paper for one of the gifts, “Not yet, but I need to leave for work soon.”

“That’s right, they can wait until you get off from work, but take a muffin or two with you for a snack.”

You heard a lot of background noise suddenly coming from Mark’s side of the phone. “You have to go?”

It took a second for Mark to respond back to you but you figured it was because he was talking to someone. “I do, my flight is boarding, I’ll text you later, yeah?”

Nodding your head you almost forget you were on the phone and he couldn’t see it, “flight? Where are you off to this time?”

You heard shuffling and you assumed it was Mark grabbing his things. “Tokyo fan meet.”

“Tokyo? Bring me back an All Might plushie!”

You could feel Mark roll his eyes, he thought your anime obsession a bit dorky but he thought it was cute at the same time, “ yeah yeah miss you…Love you…and I can’t wait to see you.”

“Miss you the most…love you the most and I can’t wait to see you the most.”

It was a silly thing you and Mark started doing when he was away during promotions, now most if not all of your phone conversations end this way.

Hanging up, you sat your phone down next to you and stood up from the couch, bring your arms high above your head you stretch and start heading towards your bedroom to finish getting ready for work, but your door bell ringing again stopped you.

“Ugh Mark Tuan I swear…”

Heading towards the door you don’t bother with checking the security monitor and just unlock the door and open it instead. You had expected there to be another delivery, but what was or who was standing in front of you wasn’t another delivery man. Instead it was the face of someone you had only been able to see through either you phone screen and tv screen for the past 4 months.

His mouth was hidden behind his black face mask and the hat on his head blocked most of his face from few but you could still tell who it was.

“Delivery for Mrs.Tuan..”

Squealing you launch yourself at the man, your arms wrapping around his neck and your legs locking tightly around his waist. Burying your head into his neck you hug him tightly.

Silence filled the space between you and Mark. Him standing half in the hallway and doorway and you cling tightly to his body like a koala. “This isn’t a dream right?” You whispered against his neck.

You feel Mark shiver from the sensation and tighten his hold around your waist. Suddenly your body is moving forward as you hear the door close behind the two of you. “I’m all real baby I swear.”

Moving your head from his neck, you move one hand to knock the hat off his head and next move the face mask down. Searching his face a small smile slowly works its way to your lips. You didn’t know how long you were looking at him before you felt one of Mark’s fingers brush against your cheek, wiping a tear you hadn’t even realized fell.

Without missing a beat you close your eyes and bring your lips to his own. The kiss had surprised him at first but it wasn’t long before his lips were moving against your own. It started light, just soft brushes but that soon changed.

The feel of Mark pressed so tightly against your body seemed to have had ignited a fire. Biting down playfully on his lower lip you tug on it and let it go, rolling your hips forward in a teasing manner it doesn’t surprise you when you can feel a bulge start to form. “If you’re real, then why don’t you show me…”

Mark chuckled and you responded with a giggle of your own when you felt his hands move from your waist to cup your ass. Mark leaned forward and started placing teasing nips down along your neck then back up to your ear, to suck lightly on the lobe. Heat shot straight to your core, “Good thing I already called your office and said you were sick…”

With the way Mark’s teeth and lips attacked your neck what he said almost went over your head. Almost.

“W-wait what?” Cupping his face with both hands you pull him away from your neck that was probably already covered in hickeys. “What did you do?”

Mark wiggles his eyebrows and smirked. “I called your office and said you would be out sick today.”

Laughing you shook your head “I can’t believe you!”

You feel your ass rest on something and you find that Mark had led you both to the kitchen and sat you down on the bar top. “Did you honestly think I would let you go to work today?”

Arching an eyebrow you lean back slightly and look at him smugly. “Let me? You’re not the boss of me Mark.”

Mark’s hands move up and down your thighs, your robe having come loose exposing your bare skin. Tilting his head to the side, the intensity of Mark’s stare had you subconsciously trying to clench your thighs together to ease the sudden ache between them.

“I’m gone for a few months and you have such an attitude now, what happen to daddy’s baby girl?”

His fingers slowly started moving to your inner thighs, creeping towered your heated center. His touch and husky voice rendering you speechless.

“You use to be such a good girl, always doing what daddy says.”

A response spilled from your lips before you could think properly. “I can be a good girl!”

His fingers stopped creeping forward but they began drawing small designs along your skin. Your body was almost trembling with need. You normally were able to hold out longer than this but it had been so long.

“I don’t know, can you?”

With your arms still around Mark’s neck you used leverage and pulled your body almost flush to his own, closing off any space. “I’m sorry daddy…I can be good.”

You whimpered softly, as you watch as Mark looked down towards your lips and then back up to your eyes. “Daddy…please.”

Groaning Mark closed his eyes an crashed his lips to yours and started violently pulling open your robe. Following his cue you immediately go to start undoing his pants. Your robe fell open you shiver when the cool air meets your bare chest, you had just gotten out of the shower when your doorbell first rang.

A harsh pinch to your nipples had you moaning against Mark’s mouth, which he sooth with a gentle pass of his thumbs. Freeing his belt from his pants, you unbutton them and pull the zipper down. Grabbing a hold of both his boxers and jeans you push them down until his member bobbed free.

With your eyes closed you faithfully reach forward and wrap your hand tightly around Mark and began pumping him. Mark tears away from your lips and let’s out a curse. “Shit..”

Giggling you lightly brush your lips against the corner of Mark’s mouth “You okay daddy?”

Mark suddenly grabs the back of your knees and pulls forward, forcing you to open your legs wider to accompany him, putting your wet center on full display for him. “I will be..”

Slapping your hand away from him, he doesn’t even allow time for a retort before he is easing slowly into your pussy inch by inch. The feeling of him causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “Fuck…too long.”

“Agreed, Daddy promises to take his time later” He wasn’t even fully inside before he pulled out and slammed right back in. Your ass had come off the counter, with the force and if you weren’t already holding onto him no doubt you would be on your back right now.

“Da-“ with ever thrust of his hips it was getting harder for you to think straight. Normally Mark would take this time to tease you about your lack of thought, but with the way he was moving that was furthest thought from Mark’s mind.

Mark’s hand suddenly pressing against your neck had your eyes opening wide. Your gaze met mid thrust and you tried hard to keep them from closing again. But the subtle clench of his fingers had you forced to focus.

No words were exchanged and you could tell by his silent command that he wanted you to keep your eyes on him, but when he pushed you back, so that you were forced to support your own weight on you arms you were slightly confused.

However when Mark’s hands both shifted to your hips to get a better hold you understood immediately. Your previous position really limited his movement, and when he pulled out to only shove quickly back in, it felt deeper than before.

Your eyes almost closed then, in fact they did close when the gasp erupted from your lips. But a harsh whisper from the man above you had you obeying. “Open.”

With your eyes locking again, his movements got even more erratic, his thrust became short but deep, he was barely pulling out half way before driving himself right back in, which caused your clit to be overstimulated. With each thrust inward Mark was all but grinding himself against it. Rolling his hips in a teasing circle motion. “Dadd-dyy” “Are you going to be a good girl for daddy now?”

You nodded almost violently, your body shaking from the movement . “Yes! I promise!!”

He chuckled above you, really loving your cute quirks. “Then do what daddy say…”

One of his hand moved from your hips, and found its way to your clit, with his forefinger and thumb, you felt him pinch hard. “ And cum.”

The swore you saw white, and if it weren’t for the way your heart was pounding in your ears you would have thought you went deaf.

Slowly your surrounds were coming back first thing you felt was Mark’s still pulsing cock along you lower stomach, and from the wet feeling across your torso you guest he must have pulled out.

“I…cant see”

Mark gave a breathy laugh, “Opening your eyes would help.”

Groaning you bring your hands to your face to cover it. “I don’t think that’s helping r/n”

“Shut up Tuan.”

“Love you to baby girl.”

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[dazais-guardian-angel]

I was tagged by @angelofawhitenight to do this fun Touken Ranbu question meme~ Tagging @archerazzure and @catastrophy-cat to do it as well, but only if you want to.

1. What is your name and which server is your citadel in?

My name is Dana, and server is Houki no Kuni.

2. When did you start serving as a saniwa? Please display your battle records.

September 27th, 2017~

3. Which starter sword did you pick? What is he doing now?

Kashuu Kiyomitsu. <3 I used to use him and Yasusada a lot because they were two of the swords I got to level 99 the quickest, but I haven’t used him in a while simply because I have stronger swords than him now that work better than I did before. I still love you, Kashuu!

4. Who is the first among your swords to reach the maximum level? What do you think of him?

I’m pretty sure it was Kogitsunemaru! I got him pretty early on as my first super rare sword, and so that’s one of the reasons I’m very fond of him. <3 He’s adorable and a sweetheart.

5. Who do you have in each of your squads, and how do you use them? If you haven’t unlocked all four teams yet, briefly describe how you plan to organize them.

Hate to disappoint, but I don’t really make much use of the separate teams lol; I just switch out people on Unit 2 depending on what the current event requires of me. Usually the team I like to go with is Jiroutachi, Taroutachi, Ishikimaru, and Iwatooshi all at level 99 and whatever two other strongest swords I have I think best fit, though now I can add Hotarumaru since he’s nearly at level 99 too, and I also finally have gotten a handful of kiwame tantous and a few kiwame wakizashis and uchigatanas, so I can use those too if I need to. Unit 1 I use solely to put an extra Yasusada I kept in the captain position so that he’s always my attendant sword and I always see him and hear his music on my citadel screen. >.>

6. Without considering the performance of the swords, which type of sword do you prefer?

Hmmm.... I guess the uchigatanas, since that category contains most of my favorites lol. But I love the tantous too; they’re so cute. ><

7. Next, we come to the usual questions. List the swords that you like and your thoughts on them.

Time to make this post unnecessarily long! :’D

Yamatonokami Yasusada - Hands down favorite sword in the game, he’s my pure precious child who needs a million hugs and love and comfort and he’s just.... ugh he’s so strong??? So brave? He’s so strong; he has one of the roughest pasts out of all the swords but he handles his grief so well. Anyone who thinks he’s whiny or annoying or talks about Okita too much can fight me, I dare you to. He tries so hard and has so much pain and passion and love inside of him; I know I wouldn’t be able to go through what he did and come out half as well... Also he’s just absolutely adorable, like my god how can you not love him.

Kashuu Kiyomitsu - Kashuu is amazing as well, and he also needs a million hugs and blankets ughhhhhh; his past too affected him terribly, and he closes himself off from it and tries to distance himself from it, the complete opposite of Yasusada, but it’s so obvious how much unresolved baggage he has. His insecurity about his poor place of “birth”, and his abandonment issues because of how he broke and had to be abandoned by Okita, both of which he tries to make up for/erase by making himself beautiful and hoping it will get him the praise and attention he wants from a new master, are all so sad. But it’s also so clear how much he deeply loved Okita and how he misses him as well, even if he’s conflicted about it and never lets it show because of what happened, and I hope that on his kiwame journey he will be able to truly realize and acknowledge this, and embrace the good parts of his past as a Shinsengumi sword.

Hachisuka Koutetsu - My ultimate favorite swords at the top of this ranking are the ones who I fell in love with through the TR musicals, and Hachisuka is definitely one of the ones where this is the most true, specifically with the second musical which focuses heavily on his relationship with his brother Nagasone, which is of course strained because of Hachisuka being a rare real koutetsu sword and Nagasone being a replica one, which Hachisuka uses to belittle him. Without giving spoilers, the musical’s version of Hachisuka forces him to spend extensive time with his brother as well as time in a situation in general that’s pretty alien to him, and he grows and changes as he ponders why exactly he feels the way he does, tries to figure out how Nagasone himself feels and why he acts the way he does, and eventually comes to a realization and understanding, and displays his acceptance of his brother in the most fitting and touching way possible. His development is sublime, and so this is my favorite version of Hachisuka and why I am so in love with him; there’s just so much potential with him and Nagasone’s relationship because of how different they are and their vastly different pasts (this applies to a lot of sword pairs, really), and so the musical Hachisuka is the one that’s canon in my mind. His kiwame just happened and I really, really, really hope it does a good job with him as well. <3

Nagasone Koutetsu - So of course Nagasone would be next lol, I love him a lot. He’s cool, funny, strong, pretty hot (lmao), and puts up with his brother’s shit so well, like damn that is some serious willpower. But he doesn’t let it get to him, because in reality he doesn’t care at all about being a “fake”, and I’m so proud of him for it. I still want to hug him though, because he still doesn’t deserve all those insults, and also because of course being a Shinsengumi sword is such pain and suffering :’’’’) and he has so much internalized grief, just like the other four do. Again, the second musical is mostly responsible for my love for him.

Izuminokami Kanesada - Katsugeki TR was my first introduction to the franchise, so even though I would later learn it characterized him prettyyyy badly lmao, I still fell in love with him first, like he was probably my first favorite sword when I still knew very little about TR. Now that I know that he’s really a giant dork with such a big heart and so much passion and drive and adorableness (just like Yasu), I love him so much. <333 He’s just so good. :’) The new musical is all about him and looking through it even without subtitles had my heart shattered into a million pieces for him; again, Shinsengumi swords automatically need a shitton of hugs and therapy, ugh.

Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki - HE’S JUST A GIANT ADORABLE PUPPY. HE IS AMAZING AND SUCH A SWEETHEART AND I LOVE HIM. I fell in love with him in Katsugeki first and episode 9 made me cry. :’) And I kept loving him. He seems very different in the new musical and it interests me; I can’t wait to see what he’s all about (and cry some more).

Horikawa Kunihiro - Of course I have to love Horikawa if I love Kane; he’s so sweet, and such a good support for the other Shinsengumi swords. He’s wonderful. <3

Ichigo Hitofuri - I love how pure he is as a big brother with the tantous, oh my GOD. It’s just the sweetest thing; he loves them all so much and they love him. ;____; <3 Also his design is gorgeous.

Kogitsunemaru - Like I said up there, first rare sword I got early on, so I’m partial to him. I love his design, and his creation myth. <3 He’s just so sweet.

Yagen Toushirou - He’s a great big brother to the little tantous <3 and I love how he’s their doctor in Hanamaru lol; it fits him.

Tonbokiri - I fell in love with him in Katsugeki; he’s a BIG PURE TEDDY BEAR WHO IS SO SWEET. how dare you make me think he was going to die Katsugeki wtf how could you do that. I desperately need to watch the musical with him in it nnnnngh.

Yamanbagiri Kunihiro - What a cutie, with his cape that he refuses to take off for poor Kasen to wash and his freaking dancing flower with its own little cape. I hope one day he gains self-confidence despite being a replica. :’) I dread the day the real one shows up, if he does.

Nikkari Aoe - Love his design, and just his general demeanor. And his backstory is badass.

Ookurikara - He’s pretty stoic, but I like whenever he loosens up a little and lets out a smile; it’s beautiful. <3

Imanotsurugi - The first musical made me love him; GIVE THIS CHILD A HUG, UGH. He deserves the world, and he and Iwatooshi are the cutest brother pair. ;____; <3

Sayo Samonji - AGAIN, GIVE THIS CHILD A HUG, MY GOD HIS PAST IS SO SAD LET ME HUG HIM AND TELL HIM I’M NOT GOING TO SELL HIM. D’:

Iwatooshi - The best big brother, and he’s been a saving grace to me in many a battle so how can I not love him.

Heshikiri Hasebe - He is so devoted to the saniwa, like oh my god bless his heart lmao; he’s utterly hilarious and wonderful.

Urashima Koutetsu - He’s the one thing Hachisuka and Nagasone will always put aside their differences for and it’s just the best thing ever, and he always tries to help them become closer... it’s so good, I love him. :’’’) <3

Gokotai - HE’S SO CUTE AND HIS NAMESAKE IS THE CUTEST THING

Otegine, Nihongou - Them together with Tonbokiri is amazing, good trio.

8. Are there any pairings that you like? If there, please list them. (No limit on type.)

Don’t ship anything in TR, never. My favorite brother relationships though are the Shinsengumi swords as a group, Yasu and Kashuu, Kane and Hori, Nagasone and Hachisuka, the Koutetsu bros group as a whole, the Samonji brothers group, Imanotsurugi and Iwatooshi, Gokotai and Nihongou, Gokotai and Tonbokiri, and the Toushirous and Ichigo.

9. Is your citadel an employee-friendly citadel or a black-hearted citadel that works your swords to the bone?

Well, I never break swords on purpose or leave them injured on purpose while I’m not using them, but I do send them out constantly in order to complete events, which sometimes involves sending them out while fatigued if I think I can still win with them being fatigued, soooooo that might be considered working them to the bone. *shot* But when there’s no event going on they all get to chill.

10. Have you ever done anything weird to your swords?

how dare you ever imply I would, they are my bABIES YOU HEAR ME-

11. Have you ever broken a sword? What happened, and who did you break?

Nope, never; I take extra care to make sure I never do. I couldn’t stand breaking even another copy of one I already have lol.

12. Who loses troops the most in your citadel? And who is the most skilled at making troops?

I don’t know, no one seems to lose troops more than anyone else that I remember. And Yasusada is always my attendant sword so he always makes the troops lol.

13. Another common question: have you ever done something with all of your might in order to get a particular sword? Please describe what you did and the results.

Oh yeah, back when we had that series of weeks where there was a smithing campaign a week for six weeks straight, I blew a lot of money to get swords lmao. Spent money for Juzumaru and Oodenta, and got them and Monoyoshi. Wish I could have gotten the rest too but realistically that was a pretty good turnout, and I was happy with it; I have Sengo now because of the last event, and hopefully Kogarasumaru and Koryuu will come back later. The other most daunting time I had was the first Osaka castle treasure hunt event I was around for; I played relentlessly to get Hakata, Gotou, Shinano, and Houchou to drop, those evil little demons. Was dead of boredom by the end but I got them!!! Didn’t have time to even think about attempting Mouri lmao but luckily I got him easily in the next one, when they amped up his drop rate massively on floor 99 (thank god).

14. Are you superstitious? (www)

Nah, at least in terms of doing things in the game; I do think my luck comes in waves though and goes back and forth between TR and other gacha games lol.

15. What made you join the TKRB fandom in the beginning? How about now?

Joined because of Katsugeki, stayed because of the musicals. :’) <3

16. What do you think of the current maps? (For example: which map is good for training/grinding, which maps do you get lost in the most, which map do you want to burn?)

Meh, I’ve beaten them all now and don’t return to them much; I usually train in events instead that give a lot better EXP than the regular maps. Era 6 was a nightmare early on of course, but now it’s fine. 7-1 through 7-3 can burn in hell for how difficult they are though lmao; 7-4 is surprisingly easy if you trigger the long path. The worst thing about all maps tbh is the dice feature and not being able to choose your own paths (usually); I get that there needed to be an extra gimmick, but it’s truly terrible and unfair sometimes, like when you get right near the boss node with no one in the red for once and then the dice sends you into a dead end. :’’’)))) 3-4 can burn in hell for the first time I had to go through it to get to continue fffffffffffff

17. Are there any game systems or improvements that you hope DMM will implement?

I really, really would love for them to let you be able to turn off the spotlight search animation when scouting pre-battle, which takes up a good portion of battle time and is especially annoying when the scouting fails or when the battle is too easy for your formation choice to really matter, but I don’t think they will. :’D Just... speed up the map moving/battle process in general; letting you click through the EXP screen is a good start, more please. ....I also think that the game requires waaaaaaaaaaaay too much EXP for kiwame swords to the point where I don’t think they expect you to actually level them up a lot and just use them as they are (which.... you can’t just do because the uchigatanas suck at low levels as kiwame, and I dread the day the ootachis and naginatas get kiwames...), because no one possibly has that much time, so I wish they’d nerf the amount needed some, but I know they’re not going to do that lol.

18. If DMM cooperates on an event with another game/anime/etc., what would you like to see?

Not really sure... I haven’t started Bungou to Alchemist yet, but I intend to, and I know it’s the same concept as TR except with famous writers (I know this cause I’m a fan of the anime that uses the same concept, Bungou Stray Dogs), so I wonder what that kind of historical crossover would be like.

19. Have you spent money playing TKRB? If so, how much? If not, do you plan to?

Ohhhhh yes, as I said above lmao; I’ve probably spent like... $300 in total for materials, ofudas, and sword space... *sweats* I’m gonna need to buy new sword space really soon again, at least.

20. Is there any merchandise that you would like to buy or see?

Please, Good Smile, make nendoroids of Hachisuka and Nagasone already. There’s other ones I’d love too but those two in particular.... pls... I’d also love anime versions of the musicals, which won’t happen, but I can dream. </3

21. Have you done any fanwork (fanfiction, fanart, etc.)? If so, what?

Not yet, I do plan to though... definitely draw some of the boys, and I have a few fanfic ideas.... I just need to force myself to do research of Japanese history/culture because I’m so nervous about handling this kind of thing and afraid I’ll botch it OTL; I know the Shinsengumi members etc are fictionalized versions of them, but stilllllll I’m nervoussssss because they’re real people lol.

22. What do you think you are like as a saniwa?

I don’t know.... I’d like to think that I’d try to spend time with all of them so no one is left out *looks nervously at how I use the same swords over and over in-game haha*, and make sure that the ones who need it the most get the comfort and love and reassurance they need. Plenty of them are still healing from their pasts, and need space as well as hugs, and I’d want them to make sure they feel like they have all of what they need from and feel comfortable around me. <3 Overall I’d just want to be with all of them a lot, because they’re not my servants; we’re all one big family and they need me just as much as I need them.

23. If the government asked you to choose a sword to kill yourself with in terms of emergency, who would you pick?

WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME THIS. I couldn’t make any of them do this to me, never; that’d be horrible. Unless one of them insisted on it, though I can’t fathom who. But yeah, I’d let them choose if it absolutely had to be one of them, but otherwise I’d just do it to myself in some other way. D’: thinking about this upsets me greatly

24. The government has asked you to write a report: how would you describe the situation in your citadel?

We’re all good here, chilling out with a nice round 70 swords; Hachisuka is currently away on his kiwame journey and I and Urashima are eagerly awaiting his return, as is Nagasone, even if he won’t admit it. <3

25. What do you think of the Retrograding Army?

I hate them; they force my poor boys into such anguished and painful situations (usually having to cause their previous masters’ deaths when the HRA tries to keep them alive OTL), and they’re ugly, and the yaris and those kunai things are a goddamn pain in my ass in-game. *shot* They serve their purpose well enough as nebulous enemies to fight and to give the swords their missions, but I really wish we could just get some lore for this world already; where does the HRA come from, and why do they want to change history? Why are the saniwa’s swords the only ones who can defeat them? Why do the kebishii fight both us AND them? There’s just so much I want to know that I don’t think we’ll ever get answers to. :/

26. Lastly, please say something about TKRB from the bottom of your heart!

I love this franchise so so much; I never thought such a superficial concept such as anthropomorphic sword pretty boys would ever be something I would fall in love with lmao, but here we are. I really have the musicals to thank for my love though; they really use TR’s concept to its greatest potential, with all of the emotion that comes with having to face your turbulent past and trying to overcome it and move on, and having to deal with losing people you loved and looked up to (the animes do this too though, I’m not discrediting them). All of the boys are one giant family, and they love each other and have fun with each other and bond with each other and grieve with and support one another; it’s just so wholesome and poignant. :’) <3 Not to mention that it’s finally made me wake tf and learn some Japanese history already, smh. Thank you so much for existing, Touken Ranbu; I look forward to much more time being moved by you and also tearing my hair out over trying to get every new sword! ^_^ <3

#tag meme #touken ranbu #in which I ramble about my emotions over sword boys for.... a very long post... lol #i love this stupid franchise #thank you for getting me into it Katsugeki even if you yourself turned out to be kinda meh lol

[theangry-ace]

short reviews of R18 drama cd

I just started drama cd a few weeks ago and I just think it’s a neat type of p0rn for someone like me. plus it’s a fun way to practice listening. if you’re interested to try drama cd as well, or just wanted a short spoiler to avoid certain red flags like rape or incest, I think I covered them.

I gave rate on story and the sex. me being myself, that’s the two main part that’s important to categorize them. I personally prefer story driven stories. I am aro but I do appreciate romance once a while.

I will mention the voice actors’ name if I like them. and I always call them by their alias, just so to be familiarize with them (so I can easily pick them out).

you can sampled almost everything from airavalky.

part 1

Ai Yume story: 4/5 icha icha; a bit too intense for me / 5 review: i can't really say what i feel for this series. there's a lot of red flags like stepsiblings(?) relationship and possessive/abusive relationship. the story itself is interesting but it gets kinda too, uhh, dark. not for a faint of heart i think.

Aka no Hanayome [finished] story: 5/5 icha icha: 4/5 review: the theme is there would be a bride bearing a mark on her person that matched the guy she's destined to marry but this time around, one girl has four marks that matched four different guys. supposedly the guys needs to, uh, get close to the girl, so the flower marks can 'bloom' and would bear the proof of the guy to inherit the family fortune or something like that. unfortunately for the girl, she suffered sudden seizures due to the 'hanayome' curse that can be calmed by... you guessed it, sex. it's silly but i think this might be the best series that i've come across so far. vol.1 (Peroperonchino) = guy is the cold prince type but gets warmer in the end. he cute once he’s not acting like a snob. vol.2 = the first son of the main family. he's a kind older brother type. he'll explained a bit about the curse thing. vol.3 (Margarine) = my favorite bc he's such a nice dude. he's a classmate of the girl and came from the branch family so he will kept on saying he want nothing with the whole 'head-of-family transfer' thingy. vol.4 = my least fav bc he's a bit of an asshole, not giving the girl the chance to say no to his advances and just do what he wanted. 

Arashi no ichiya tabi no otoko [finished] story; 2/5 icha icha; 3/5 review: two strangers taking shelter from the rain. idk i kinda expect more for some reason (since i like chasuke). the sex is pretty sudden and like there's no connection except two people sharing one space decided to sex one another.

Bed made nyan nyan wo matte kurenai [finished] story: 2/5 icha icha: 3/5 review: it's Cider being an adorable boyfriend. that's all you need to know. there's not so much of him being a cat though, just a mention of his character has a cat shirt. they missed the opportunity to make me die.

Bodyguard wa kare no iinari [finished] story: 4/5 icha icha; 3/5 review; this one surprised me since i expected the guy is the bodyguard but instead it's the girl. storywise is kinda good; a singer songwriter who can’t sleep without a girl to hug who is also threatened by a obsessed fan, so his company employ a bodyguard and so the girl character came into the picture. i’d say the story is good, the sex is unnecessary kinda.

Cafe romaana [finished, maybe] story: 3/5 icha icha: 3/5 review: it's a sweet story actually but not that special. it revolves around a coffee shop that was owned by three brothers. vol.1 - i think this is the best of the three for no reason except i like it best. girl is already in relationship with the youngest brother. his issue is being overshadowed by his two brothers but he still tries his best to follow their lead. vol.2 (Tetrapot) - girl is a waitress of the cafe. second eldest dude is trying to better his barista skill and wish to enter a... competition? vol.3 - the eldest brother who tried to date a girl who supplies the flowers to the cafe.

Calling bloom [finished, maybe] story: 4/5 icha icha: 3/5 review: the idea is like a host club but they do delivery and would fingerbang or sex with you if you ask. just the catch is not to fall in love with them. i think storywise is good. prepare to have feelings though. Hikaru (Sawa Manaka) = spoiler alert, he fell in love with the girl when he first met in a konbini before, but since hosting is his job, he can't say that so his story ends one sidedly and bittersweetly. Syu = he's the number one host of anemone. haven't really heard his side yet aside from the first track. Kaname = girl actually chose him because he looks like a anime idol character she liked, not because he was an ex idol. i kinda felt bad for him. didn’t finish his side yet. Hazime = haven’t got to this one yet.

Circle catalogue [finished, maybe] story: 4/5 icha icha: 3/5 review: about a relationship between a girl and a band member. pretty sweet but nothing special. if you just need a good story about a good relationship, this is kinda one of it. Basist (Asagi Yuu) - if asagi using his toshishita kare voice is one of your weakness, you will not survive this volume. i died three times before i even get to the icha icha scene. girl is the... manager? or at least one of the staff of the band. she wanted to quit (for a reason i dont quite catch) and dude is not okay with that. thankfully it ended quite sweetly. Leader (Kawamura) - girl is a fan of the band and is dating the leader. the couple has been troubled with physical distances between them ever since they first met and now they started to worry if their happiness won't last that long. Drummer - I’ll get to this one later.

Cream pie story; 5/5 icha icha; 3/5 review: the one thing that separates this from the other is that there is a solo masturbation scene from the dude and it kinda make me laugh even though i don't think i should. hehe. story is very close to realistic couple's problem i guess. try this if you need story. Ninomiya (domon atsushi) - this one i don't quite understand why they fight. guy wanted to find a place with elevator near his wife's work so if she got pregnant it wont be too hard on her. but she felt like he just assumed that's what she wanted???? maybe i'm too aro to understand this is reason enough to fight but i could see it happening irl. Yuuki (tetrapot) - the problem with this couple is that the girl/wife? had to work outstation for three weeks and guy was so lonely i kinda felt bad for him. poor guy he did it with her pajamaaaaa. 

Dakarete kara hajimaru koi story; 3/5 icha icha: 3/5 review: i think they're pretty sweet but not much of a story bc they’re pretty short. the one with kawamura is my favorite bc there's a cat<3 actual cat! i have a likings for a guy who gets weak around cats.

Danna-sama series story: haven't heard all of them but those i did 4/5 icha icha; 3/5 of those i've cleared review: there's a lot of volumes so kinda need a separate review for each of them but the basis is similar. sweet story. my favorite might be the one with tetrapot. he made it into my list of favorite drama cd VA because of this.

Date biyori story: 4/5 icha icha; 4/5 review: just sweet dating stories. i especially love the one with murano bc it's just so damn funny and sweet. too bad he didnt do too many titles.

Dousei kareshi story; 4/5 icha icha: 4/5 review: sweet lil story about two ppl living together. nothing really stands out but the story is good.

Enemy coupling [finished, maybe] story: 5 /5 (minus 3rd vol) icha icha: 4/5 (minus 3rd vol) review: in an AU where there's a animal/human hybrid. vol.1 (sawa manaka) = sawa as a cat can fucking end me. he's a younger boyfriend type that dates a scaredy mouse hybrid. he cute and story is actually very sweet. why cant sawa just do this type of character and nothing else??? vol.2 (murano) = dude is same age type of rabbit hybrid who dated a fox hybrid. the sex in this kinda intense... and noisy. but story is good and dude is very cute. he’s dating his fox hybrid classmate. vol.3 = a wolf teacher with his sheep students. i don't do teacherxstudent so i never got beyond the first track. sorry.

Enter the mirror [finished] story; 5/5 icha icha: get so much icha in the end esp the tokutens /5 review; in a alternate universe(?) a kingdom was destined to ruin. there's only three person who can save it and they need to find a rose fairy from a world inside the mirror to do it. story is very good but the sex gets exponentially intense in the end. there's a rapey scene in the beginning though. vol.1 (sawa manaka) = i think this is the first time i heard sawa doing fantasy and it's a good change. he's the righteous knight type. vol.2 = the magician side. he's kinda like the gentle older brother type i think. he would do anything to save his kingdom that he puts something in your food to paralyze you (to rape/unlock your rose fairy power?) but he changed his mind halfway vol.3 (peroperonchino) = the prince. storywise i like his side better since you can feel how desperate he is to save his kingdom. the tokutens sex is very very intense bc he gets jealous very easily.

#drama cd #reviews

[kpopaftermidnight-blog]

Birthday Boy - Oh Sehun

Genre: Fluff?

Words: 5317

Admin: Hunmotions

A slow and calm piano melody quietly played in the background as a morning alarm for you to wake up.The sun rays haven't yet made it over the roofs of the houses around the neighborhood, preventing the beautiful sunlight to stroke your cheeks, naturally waking you up just like they always have.

It was early, 7am to be exact.It wasn't at this time that you would usually get up, but today was excused, it was a special day.  

While the last couple of chords played, your eyes opened wide, welcoming the beautiful day of today as you turned around and grabbed the cell phone from the nightstand, the small device still vibrating in your hand.

Quickly unlocking it and checking the calendar, you made sure that the day all these preparations were for, has finally started.April 12th has finally arrived.  

Throwing the sheets of the bed and skipping towards the bathroom, cheerfully singing the songs that have been replayed way too many times on the radio, you grabbed your colorful toothbrush and started brushing your teeth.

The usual 10 minutes in bathroom turned into half an hour of choosing which type of hairstyle to go with for the day or which type of makeup would fit the best with the outfit, when in the end, you settled down for the light-minimal day makeup and just a let-loose hairstyle.  

Considering the temperature of 20 degrees, the outfit consisted of light blue jeans, oversized white t-shirt, and a light blue denim jacket combined with just the right pair of white converse.

It was only 9am when all the preparations were done, your stomach deciding to call out in a reminder that even after 2 hours of being awake, it was still completely empty.Contamplating on whether you should grab something light to eat or not, the decision was settled on munching on a couple of grape berries, just so the complaining of your stomach would stop.

Playing some music on the radio and cheerfully jumping around the room, trying to dance along the beat, your eyes wandered around the room, searching for the clock that was hanging above the black TV, offering some amount of contrast with it's bright colors next to such a dark object.

The shorter of the two dark needles was calmly positioned on the number 10, while the longer moved forward a little bit the moment your eyes fixed themselves on the object, throwing a slight shadow over the big black number 4.

Opening the notes in your phone, you decided to read through your plan for the day.

12:30 – pick him up  

13:00 – go buy bubble tea  

13:40 – visit the theme park  

16:00 – go to the restaurant  

17:40 – buy the cake

18:35 – walk around the town  

19:00 – go to the park  

21:00 – give him the present  

The present.  

The same story from two days ago played inside your head as you laid down on the couch and stared at the ceiling.  

“Wow I want a sugar mommy too” your best friend, Chanyeol said, "but really, you're not gonna help your crush", he continued, shaking his head at her after hearing the plan that was broken down to him "and you have no guts to confess so why are you hurting yourself?".  

"I-I really don't know, I just want to make him feel special" you answered, voice small and quiet as you tried thinking of something more that could ease them both of you into this situation "but it's not like he likes me or anything, so you might be right".  

Then suddenly, Chanyeol shot up from his seat and looked at the person in front of him with the amount of shock you have never ever seen in his eyes.  

"You're telling me you don't know?" He asked, his voice following his eyes, they were not hiding his surprisement.  

"I don't know about what?"  

"He has been crushing on you for like two years already and you've been completely oblivious about it?!" The older exclaimed while looking at the other, a completely confused look painting the smaller's face.  

"He likes me?" Was all that left those little lips, before an idea appeared in your mind.  

"You've honestly been so oblivious about this I can't even belie-" He started speaking before he was cut off, a new idea quickly being broken down to the older.  

Snapping out of the thoughts and checking the time once again, you came to the conclusion that it would be a good moment to send a message to the person you going to pick up for a little less than an hour.  

"Hopefully you woke up already, birthday boy, otherwise I'm dragging you out of the bed If you're not awake until 12:30"  the message said when the send button was tapped.  

"That's exactly what I want to prevent, that's why I woke up an hour ago" a reply arrived not even a minute later, a shy smile forming on the corner of your lips after reading what it said.  

Checking the clothes and hair in the mirror once again, you decided to head out earlier and walk around for a couple of minutes before heading towards the boy's house.  

"Sehun I'm here" a small voice was heard from the other side as you leaned on the door, hand lightly knocking on the white wood for the effect of the moment.

"It's-", the boy was about to speak out as he opened the door, but was startled by a falling figure that he fortunately managed to catch before it met the ground.Looking at the female whose cheeks were now painted the darkest shade of pink he stuttered when he continued his sentence, "I-It's 12:31".The originally jokingly said sentence now told off the flattered feeling that bubbled up inside his chest.  

"No it's 12:30" you protested, regaining the previously lost posture, fishing the small electronic device out of your back pocket.Turning it so the male could read off the time, you quietly mumbled that it's the right time.  

"Look again", was all he said before bursting out in a fit of laughs at the pouty face of yours while repeating, 'It was 12:30 a minute ago!'.  

"It really was a minute ago"  

"Yah, you speak too much, come on let's go" quickly grabbing his large hand, a group of butterflies filled your stomach's as you ran out of the building.  

"Where are we going?" Sehun asked, trying not to step on the feet that were in front of his as he ran behind.

"Bubble tea"  

"God bless you"  

"I'm paying"  

"God bless you times two"  

The line for the bubble tea was pretty long, considering the shop you two decided to buy your drinks at was a newly opened store.But there were many employees working all around the shop, so people were served faster than you have ever seen.

While you were waiting in the line, Sehun was sitting at one of the small couple-tables in the corner, tapping something on his phone, probably satisfied with the quality of wifi that was present in here.

Occasionally, he would spare you a glance, but the moment he caught your eyes already on him, his attention would be back on his phone in a matter of milliseconds.You had to admit, it was boring standing in a line, so it was normal for your eyes to wander all around the place, eventually settling on the amazing statue of your friend.

The place was practical, it wasn't small, but it definitely wasn't as big as your friend made it sound like, yet you liked it.The walls were a light mocha color, the furniture was either white chocolate colored or white.There were small portraits and paintings hanging all around the place, along with cheerfully looking flowers and candles that were placed on each of the tables.

Sehun started playing with the petals of the flowers, carefully inspecting the tender plant under his fingers, gently rubbing the texture of the leaf, smiling at himself for no apparent reason.

"Miss?" An unfamiliar voice of a female woke you up from the trans you were in while you watched the male in the corner, quickly shaking your head and approaching the counter and the employee that was softly smiling at you.

"Two choco flavored bubble tea's" you softly said, taking out a small purse out of the bag and preparing the money to pay.

"Would you like some kind of topping?" She asked, back turned to you while she filled two plastic cups with the beautiful heaven-given drink, as the black boba pearls swam through the light brown liquid.

"Just the usual white whipping cream and chocolate sprinkles" the woman nodded, signaling you that she has indeed understood your order, and you moved to the side to pay for your drinks.

"Can you please write a sweet birthday message on one of them?" you asked, pointing to the drinks, explaining who it is for and even though the cups were filled to the top, the woman smiled and gave her best at writing a really sweet message on the plastic.Giving a huge tip to the pleasant employee, you walked away to the table and placed two cups down with extra effort to not spill any of the heavenly drink.

The male at first hasn't noticed the message, as he eagerly sipped on his bubble tea, humming in enjoyment that filled every cell in his body.Then out of nowhere, he choked on something that you later recognized being a small boba pearl.

Moving the drink away from his face and beginning to cough while repeatedly hitting his chest as if it would help, he finally noticed the black letters on the plastic.

Smiling to you after reading it, he thanked you and continued quietly sipping his drink, while you took your time to admire the uncovered beauty that was sitting right in front of you.

Sehun always looked like a model and simply, the whole world was his runaway.His shorter black hair was throwing a faint shadow over his forehead, his eyebrows looking ten times better than yours ever will.The cute pout that was painting his features wasn't intentional, he had a habit of either pouting or tightening his lips in a tight line whenever he was happy.You were glad to see that, it was just a confirmation that you were doing your job at making him feel special, very well.

Once the visit to the newly opened store was done, the two of you made your way to the theme park.It has just opened, so it took a lot of squeezing through huge groups of sweaty peope and their kids to make it to the clear.Once you both made your way to one of the little wooden houses that were selling tickets, you told Sehun to wait on the side so you can 'handle it yourself'.

Usually, the line was long for the tickets, especially at this place, but today, or at least at this very moment, it seemed to be short.Just a couple of people were in front of you, and you managed to approach the person selling the tickets in a matter of minutes.

"Two cards for the Ferris Wheel" you said, quickly paying for your purchase as you had to move fast, people behind unwilling to wait long as the last ferris wheel ride was coming to a stop.

Grabbing Sehun's hand and beginning to run towards the entry of the ride, you both impatiently watched as people left from the comfortable leather seats of the cabins.Shifting your weight between your feet, you seemed to slightly jump in place, still tightly holding onto the other's hand.

Once everyone from the last round left, you two were the first ones in line to enter the luxurious looking silver cabin.Sehun being Sehun, nearly tripped over the two-step stairs on his way inside.Holding onto his biceps tight so he doesn't fall down, you gained a few looks from people around, who were looking at you with eyes full of nothing else but love.They must've thought you two were a couple.Only if it was true.

The ride was something you could only describe as breathless.Actually, when you thought about it, the view from the top of the ferris wheel was something worth living for, something that no one could describe well enough with words, and something that anyone would stop time for, just to enjoy in it for a little bit more.

Occasionally glancing at the person in front of you, you would notice how amazed he was too.Sehun's eyes were glowing with an unfamiliar glow, his smile was as wide as it could be, his head supported by his right hand, carefully inhaling the fresh, unpolluted air that was situated on the height you currently were on.

He was beautiful.Not that he wasn't the most beautiful art on daily occasions, but this exact moment was something special.Just looking at him being lost in his thoughts and enjoying the view, managed to brush off all worries that were wandering around your mind.

As cliché as it sounds, he seemed to be your escape at that very moment.

But just as he would feel your eyes on him, you would advert your gaze to the beautiful picture of the town, trying to look as convincing that you weren't just staring at the unexplained and unprotected delicacy as you could.

"I'm hungry" he whined and you stopped at the popcorn stand, buying a xxl portion without even asking how much it is.

"I feel like you're taking care of me, paying for everything", his lips turned into the famous pout-ggukggukie as he grabbed a handful of popcorn, throwing them in his mouth one by one, "it's not that I'm unable to pay for myself you know".

"Don't pull that face on me Oh Sehun" you warned "I planned this and saved up enough money so don't complain when you don't have to pay for anything; honestly who even does that?".  

"Aww you planned this out for me?" He teased, suddenly wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his chin on your shoulder, sending a wave of butterflies through your stomach, "I appreciate it very much".  

"You better do Mister" fighting the urge of a voice break, you took a deep breath and bit your bottom lip, breaking out of the grip of the stronger and making your way towards the next ride.  

"Attention, please secure your belts, the ride is about to start" an unfamiliar voice of a woman echoed through the boot, resulting in teenagers sitting in their seats to lift their hands up in excitement.Not wanting to be the only ones different, Sehun grabbed the hand of the younger and lifted it up, the exact second the rollercoaster started moving.  

"For safety" he whispered as your eyes met and he smiled, squeezing your hand and cheering along with everyone around as the roller coaster made it higher and higher on the rails, nearing the big fall that was intimidating everyone on the ride.You just nodded at his statement and held his hand, the wind blowing in your face cooling off the warmth and preventing your cheeks from turning into the brightest shade of red.

"Here we go!" Sehun yelled just a moment before everyone began screaming.Adrenaline quickly overtaking their bodies, you tightened your grip on Sehun's hand, your consciousness telling you that you may be squeezing it too tight and that you maybe should let it go, but that hasn't happened.

For safety, you held his hand the whole time.For safety you held it even after the ride was over.For safety, just so you don't get lost; you repeated to yourself.

"You're not getting me on that thing" Sehun repeated his protesting statement when he saw that the 8th ride he was being dragged on was a famous epinephrine-boosting ride named Booster.  

"Come on I already bought the tickets, it'll be fun" you managed to pull him to the entrance of the ride even with his loud protesting had caught the attention of many theme park visitors around you.  

"You get to hold my hand, how amazing is that?" You teased him by pinching his sides, not daring to look up at his face to see the slightly pink cheeks of the male, who awkwardly laughed at the more question-like statement.  

"Pretty amazing" was the answer that he was supposed to deliver, but the quiet tone that it was spoken in resulted in it not quite making it to the ears of the other.

Time passed by fast in the theme park for both of you, Sehun felt all bubbly ad light-headed as the aftershock of the last ride as people would call it.A couple of minutes were needed for him to regain his straight posture and balance, previously clutching onto your arms and shoulders for support.

He seemed pretty oblivious as to where were you taking him, until you took a turn to one of the streets with expensive stores, cafés and restaurants.

"What are we doing here?" Sehun asked with a rather dazed tone, turning around and looking at all of the expensive stores, display windows showing the shiny Gucci suits and Giorgio Armani shoes that caught the attention of the by-passers.

The expensive clothes people in this block wore made Sehun feel unpresentable for a moment, before you pulled him to the side, leading him inside the garden that was a part of property from the restaurant you reserved a dinner in.

"This part of the restaurant is only for reservations-"

"That is exactly why we are here Sehun" you smiled at him, the boy looking at you with the most shocked expression he ever pulled out.Looking around, he saw that besides the low number of fancy-clothed people, there were also young couples dressed completely casually, which made him feel better about his clothing choice for the day.In the end, he didn't know he was going to go to a restaurant!

You felt his tension and discomfort for a moment, before he touched his shirt and looked at the couple sitting a couple of tables away, wearing nothing else but pure gold bars.Or at least that's how Sehun would put how expensive their clothes looked.

"Hey it's all okay, this is why I chose this restaurant, this is the only restaurant that isn't that fancy, people come here just to enjoy some good quality food" you reassured him, and he nodded in understanding matter.The last thing you wanted him to feel was discomfort."In the end it's not like we're unpresentable", you added, checking out your outfit and then Sehun's.

He was wearing black jeans, white t-shirt and a black leather jacket, along with black converse.It wasn't as fancy as the clothes of the people next to you, but it wasn't a street-wear either.

You two started talking about a random topic, when a tall figure quickly appeared next to you, hovering over your figures.He wore a rather casual waiter outfit, a white shirt covered by a black silk vest, accompanied with a black tie and black pants.

"Mr. and Mrs. Oh right?" The waiter asked checking the table number and his notepad, as Sehun shot you a surprised look, smugly smiling to himself when you pushed his leg with yours under the table.Nodding to the waiter, the man continued speaking, "I'm your waiter for today, my name is Jaeyong", the male bowed and brought up his notepad along with a black pen in his other hand, "do you want to order now or should I come back later?".

"We'll order now" you said, smiling politely at the taller and quickly turning your attention to the menu.Everything looked so much more expensive than the usual takeout you were buying, and you swear you heard Sehun mumble something along the lines "have you really got money for any of this".

After a little bit of questions about the restaurant recommendations and what is ordered the most, you settled for the house specialty, which would, you were pretty sure, throw you into depression with it's cost.

Your friend only looked at you, not asking anything even though it was pretty obvious he could explode with the amount of questions that he needed to have the answers to right now.After some time, the curiosity got the better of him, and he spilled out his first question.

"So we're a couple now hm?" He teased you as you once again pushed his leg with yours, ready to explain the situation.

"Couple discount" you whispered quietly, just in case anyone suspects anything.

"What?"

"I said couple discount, we get 15% off the price" leaning in so you could say it the way he could understand now, his mouth formed an 'o' shape as he nodded, clearly satisfied with the answer he was replied to with.

The food and drinks were brought to you not even 20 minutes after being ordered, and you immediately dug in.You were hungry and it was obviously showing.But could you be blamed?You hadn't ate anything else other than a few grape berries in the morning.

Noticing that Sehun hasn't ate a lot at all, you looked at him, your chopsticks holding noodles that were still partly in your mouth.

"Do you not like it?" You asked after swallowing the bite of the food you had in your mouth.The male only shook his head no, flashing the sweetest smile ever to you.

"I just love watching you eat" Sehun noted, spreading his palm in your direction, as his other hand supported his chin in a form of a fist.

That made you feel embarrassed for a moment, your cheeks not taking long to turn a light shade of pink.But seeing as the male himself dug in the food moments later, you continued eating, slight smile on your face at the thought of Sehun watching you.

And it was true in the end, you got the 15% discount, which made you feel a little bit better about the price of the meal.Even after you left through the doors of the restaurant, Sehun didn't fail to remind you that you impress him with how big your budget is.

"Happy birthday to you", a cheerful song echoed through the small open space surrounded by different kinds of trees, creating an amazing atmosphere of the moment, "happy birthday dear Sehun", you continued singing as you held the small cardboard box with a cute chocolate cake in your hands."Happy birthday to you" you finished, watching as Sehun closed his eyes and blew the colorful wax candles in the shape of the numbers representing his age.

"Hopefully you didn't wish for another dog, Vivi would be jealous" you joked, making him smile gently.Taking out two plastic spoons, he gave one to you and pushed his into the soft chocolate glaze, lifting it to his mouth, he tasted the sweet cake and moaned at the deliciousness of the aftertaste.

And really, the aftertaste was maybe even better than the first shock of the fully chocolate mania that was presented before you.Even though you didn't want to take more than two spoonful's of the sweet, Sehun assured you that he won't able to eat the whole thing (even though you were pretty sure he could, but was only being polite) and that he'd like to share it with you.Who were you to refuse such an offer, really?

The sky was a beautiful orange color with a tint of pink, accompanied with white cotton-like clouds that weren't evenly thrown on the surface.This day seemed to be blessed with beautiful weather and colors of the sky, which you were completely thankful for.It wouldn't have been such an amazing day if it wasn't for the God's will to not ruin the weather.

The night was also beautiful, just like the previous parts of the day; the clear sky sprinkled with white shiny dots that weren't symmetrically placed all over the nearly black canvas.The light breeze that was present made the night just a tad bit more enjoyable for everyone outside.  

Contrasting the situation you were in just an hour go, there were no sounds leaving your lips.Silence was never something the two of you would enjoy, but at this moment, it was just perfect, words were not needed to express your enjoyment.The bodies communicated with each other as every now and then, your hands would brush against each other, causing utter confusion between the two.  

"Just there" you pointed at a wooden bench between the two big trees in front of them, the beautiful view of the town hidden from the curious eyes; at least until they took a few steps closer to the edge.  

"I...have a gift for you" stuttering at the beginning, but later finding the courage, you spoke up while playing with the hem of the shirt you wore, murmuring a quiet "it's so silly" to yourself.  

"Excuse me?Miss are you out of your mind?What were all of the things we did today?" Sehun asked, completely confused about the whole situation.Besides the best day of his life you still bought him a gift?  

"A...a...birthday party type of thing?" You smiled at him, but quickly lowered your gaze to the floor after meeting eyes with a pair of sincere and caring ones. 

"I swear to God you're unbelievable" Sehun flailed his arms in the air, dropping them on the side of his thighs with a loud slapping sound "have you really spent even more money on a gift?How much in total did you spend you crazy woman?".

"No...I didn't really spend more money on a gift...because...because your gift is..." The nervousness began getting the better of the female once again, as you closed your eyes, still scared about how the whole thing will turn out "...me".  

Silence.Scary, terrifying, tempting silence.  

"Excuse me?" Was all that left the lips of the other, when in reality, he wanted to ask so many questions and voice out his feelings at that exact moment, but the feeling that all of this wasn't real prevented him from doing so.It couldn't be real.It is not possible for the thing you just said to be true.  

While he felt unsure, you felt denied.You felt like his question was just a polite way of denying the feelings and the fact that you just made a fool of yourself, confessing and offering yourself to someone who didn't feel anything towards them just lowered your already low enough self-esteem.  

"No, never mind, I'm sorry" retrieving the words that left those tiny lips, you began fidgeting with the hem of your shirt once again, trying to think of how much money do you have left, just to be able to buy the guy a new cap (or a shirt perhaps) for the birthday gift that didn't have a plan b completely figured out.  

"What did you say?" Sehun looked the smaller in the eyes, trying to look as convincing as possible, while his hand made it's way towards the chin of the other, lifting it up.  

"No I didn't plan all of this out it was lame of me to do this I'm sor-" you started blabbering out the excuses and sorries, when a pair of lips were pressed on yours, setting a calm and romantic rhythm.  

Cupping your face, Sehun slowly rubbed the soft cheeks under his big palms, feeling the burning sensation of the surface he was holding.Trying to keep a steady rhythm your lips were following, but soon being out of breath, he broke the kiss, Sehun being quick to press his forehead against yours, looking deep into the eyes in front of him and smiling.  

"What has just happened?" The silence was broken, as a shaky and unsure voice filled the tiny space between the two.  

"I claimed what's mine" Sehun's voice was strong and confident, a complete contradiction to the one that was heard just a moment ago "a famous saying says, it's not okay to return the gift to it's owner".  

Detaching his hands from your face and moving them over the length of your arms, Sehun grabbed your hands that seemed to perfectly fit into the larger pair of the other.The smile on his face just seemed to radiate with more and more happiness, his eyes showing the amount of love that wasn't describable with words.  

The light breeze that was present just a few minutes ago turned into a stronger one, boosting the drama-like atmosphere between the two as they stood motionless, their hairs flowing ever so beautifully on the wind.  

The couple seemed to be frozen in time, much unlike the urban and eventful world that was moving around them.They didn't care though, it was all perfect, the moment was the most beautiful moment in their lives just as it is.  

Hands squeezed tight, foreheads pressed against each other and eyes staring into the ones in front of his, a smile formed on both of your lips before the older leaned in and captured the smaller creature in his arms, locking you in his protective cage.  

"Thank you for today, really" Sehun whispered quietly, his chin resting on your shoulder in front of him, allowing you to hear everything the male was speaking "I don't remember the last time I've felt this special".  

Another heartfelt smile crept up your face, this time accompanied with a cute pink tint of the cheeks that were also pushing those sincere eyes up into an eye-smile.  

Shifting his weight firstly on his right and then his left leg, Sehun started rocking both of you while humming a familiar love song that was overplayed on the radio.  

"I love you" another soft whisper followed, surprising both of them, but neither of the two reacted in any way other than staying calm for a few moments.  

"How do I actually repay you for all of the money you spent on this beautiful day?" He asked, disturbing the silence.He was genuinely worried that after this day you had to sell your flat to be able to walk out of the minus on your credit card.

"Just...just hold me and never let me go, that'll be enough" you answered, snuggling your head into his wide chest, providing yourself with more heat as the cold air enveloped the uncovered places on your body, sending shivers down your spine.The male only chuckled at the reactions before he squeezed his arms around the body in between them, burying his nose into the neck of the other and letting the situation completely sink in as he continued to hum the same love song over again.

"Sehun?".

"Hm?".

"I love you too".

I screamed.This was a pleasure to write.

Happy birthday to my dearest fluff, also known as Oh Sehun!I already wrote out my feelings on facebook so I’m kinda low on words here ~~~

Anyway, I hope you stay healthy and happy in this year, and in many more that are yet to come.Spend this day with the people you love the most and please do not harm yourself in any way, do not overwork yourself, do not starve yourself and please get enough rest.Your health is the most important.

Happy 23rd (24th) Hunnie <3

-Admin Hunmotions

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