#bl waltzing

[heretherebedork]

The waltz! The beautiful, formal, waltz!

#the next prince #the next prince the series #thai bl #bl tropes #thai bl series #bl series #thai drama #thai bl drama #asian lgbtq dramas #asianlgbtqdramas #thaibl #thai series #bl boys #bl drama #bl waltzing #my favorite trope

[sherrymagic]

Zee Pruk as CHARAN and NuNew Chawarin as PRINCE KHANIN THE NEXT PRINCE (2024) - OFFICIAL PILOT

#the next prince #the next prince the series #zee pruk #nunew chawarin #zeenunew #thai bl #thai bl series #thai series #thai drama #lana.gifs #this scene made me faint more than the one in the bedroom don't ask me why #i am a sucker for gays waltzing in period drama clothes

[mojinchiimanga]

#color collection #colour collection #m: color collection #waltz of awakening #manga #mangacap #manga cap #boys love #bl manga #yaoi #yaoi manga #shounen ai #shounen ai manga

[slayerkitty]

THE VIDEO IS JUST THEM DANCING (and Santang, of course).

#last twilight the series #thai bl #satang kittiphop #SEND HELP #YOU ALL KNOW THIS IS MY KRYPTONITE #waltzing gays 2023 #Youtube

[ruwriteshours]

CHASING PAVEMENTS (PART II) 𓇼 (P.JS)

PAIRING ⇨ park jisung x fem! reader

GENRE ⇨ continuation of chasing pavements, angst, smut, brother's best friend trope, fwb/secret relationship, fluff

WARNING ⇨ !!sexual content!! (minors dni) jisung is an asshole, reader is frustatingly naive, not much honestly

SUMMARY ⇨ In which jisung's derived thoughts leads him to an unlikely arrangement with chenle's sister, where he fucks up (quite literally) when he realises how deep in the feels he has for the girl he is suppose to show disinterest to, in honour of 'BRO CODE'.

TAGLIST ⇨ @heyitsconysstuff @toroufriteh @chaerfull @fly-inghighx @tangerinehyuck @taexoxosgf @kazscara @seonghwa9ie @bleuczennie @bekah931215 @bl--ankhaeji @mad2lyn @fakeuwus @sinsgaybutthatsokay @crzns <3

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this definitely took longer than i expected bcos i didn't plan for the plot to go this way honestly so i hope you guys like it!

IS IT POSSIBLE TO MEND A BROKEN HEART?

The answer to that is uncertain. To let go of someone you once cherished was something you thought you could never do. Were you being dramatic?

Absolutely.

But that doesn't make it any less hurtful. You weren't really doing well ever since the incident at the party. Left in tears of anger as you come to the realisation of being used. You hated being treated like an idiot.

Why on earth would Jisung waltzed in and declare his feelings for you when he has done nothing to prove it?

Chaeryeong and Yunjin were furious when presented with this information. A string of curses escaped their lips as the both of them console you in their dorm, you were a mess when you realised how much you still had feelings for the idiotic boy.

He's no good for you.

Is what you keep telling yourself whenever a notification would appear on your screen with his name on it.

It was a bad idea from the start to get too attached to him. An idiot you were to let your mind play out a fantasy with your lovesick crush, thinking you could get a happy ending out of it. As much as you wanted to forget him, it was difficult when he was a part of your life for so long, practically your childhood. Plus, it was hard to avoid him when he is the closest friend to Chenle, having that connection that would still make him try his advances on you.

In fact, he would still attempt to be near you in any way he could, despite the previous event. Texting you everyday, begging for forgiveness, approaching you in class with a snack in hand to give, being the one to wave to you whenever you walked passed each other, all of which you were dismissal to. Everyone was definitely shocked with the sudden change of scenery, having had used to you being the one chasing after him.

THURSDAY.

Chenle has definitely seen the awkward tension between the both of you, especially when one particular day he called you to ask to pick up something for him and you would come into their dorm later that day. He saw how Jisung would be the first to open the door in such a hurry. Chenle didn't think much of it but he was fairly suspicious at the fact that Jisung was the one doing the longing stares as you ignored his presence, being the one to initaite a conversation, but was cut short when you gave him sharp responses.

However your brother didn't have a mind of Einstein, oblivious as ever as he shrugged it off, thinking that Jisung was trying to be nice even though he has never tried to interact with you before.

Much things could not be said to his roommate, Haechan, who has predicted this might happen, knowing well enough how clueless the younger is at dealing with his feelings. Offering a friendly word of advice to his friend.

"You should really give her time."

But that was not what Jisung did, he was stubborn as ever. He wanted you to understand how much he regretted his actions. He didn't care how long it will take for him to gain your trust, his heart was set in making you forgive him.

Even if it meant that he was ruining his pride, it was long gone when he realised that he would be losing you in the process. He didn't know what he had until it was gone. Those times where you would constantly be by his side, ready to annoy him made him yearned for the moment to come again. He couldn't return your feelings because he was scared of what his best friend might think, but he couldn't care less about those stuff anymore. Hurting you was his last option.

Yet that was what he did.

He hurt you. Deeply.

Now he has to face the consequences and make up for it, no matter how long it will take him to get there.

"Can you please move?"

Your voice had a hint of annoyance, teeth gritting as Jisung stood in front of your locker for what it seems to be like the 10th time.

The male stubbornly moved to the side but still kept a close contact with you, much to your dismay.

"So, are you free today?" He jumped when you slammed the locker door shut, a sarcastic smile played on your lips.

"No." You held your books tightly, preparing to walk away.

However, he was close to your pace, trailing beside you. "Well, how about tomorrow? I heard that there's this really good pla—"

"Not interested."

You cut him off harshly.

"Why not?"

He defiantly asked.

You stopped in your tracks, ready to give an earful at his audacity. But before you could open your mouth, Seungmin came in and wrapped an arm around you. You sigh in relief, thankful that someone is here to save you.

"Hey! You ready?" Seungmin smiled, his eyes glanced towards Jisung, whose jaw was clenched in anger.

"Of course, let's go!" You walked away, ignoring the calls of Jisung.

"Thanks for saving me." You sighed once Jisung was out of sight. The male chuckled, "Wow, he seems really desperate this time."

"Unfortunately, Chenle was accusing me of 'brainwashing' him." You said, using air-quotes. "I don't know how long I can take this."

"Maybe you should talk it out again." Seungmin suggested.

"Nope, definitely not." You disagreed, Seungmin laughing at how quick your response was.

Ever since the party, you got closer to Seungmin. You had realised how much the both of you had in common and you found yourself talking to him. Even after your 'talk' with Jisung that day, Seungmin offered you company as the both of you walked back to your dorm. Overtime, you got comfortable with him, much to Jisung's dismay as he watched how Seungmin would cling onto your side now. Despite filling in on your personal history with your brother's best friend, Seungmin never tried to make a move on you, knowing that the last thing you want is a relationship. Like a kind-hearted person he is, he offered a shoulder to cry on and a ear to listen to.

"I'm so tired. Finals are killing me." You groaned, craning your neck from the soreness.

You had finally finished the project that was assigned three hours ago, being a fairly good student, it was a habit that you developed in order to ensure you didn't have a heavy workload. However, the more that your finals were nearing, the more your lecturers have been giving assignments continuously that is was racking your brain. Seungmin gave you company while you worked in the library, your head buried in the books. Unfortunately, your friends had their own hectic schedule due to their different module so they weren't able to come.

"I heard a cafe that just opened up a few days ago." Seungmin offered. "Wanna go with me?"

You smiled at his suggestion before closing your book, part of you desperately wanting a break as you began packing your bag, Seungmin following suit.

The way to the cafe was a brief walk, and thankfully you had enough strength to drag your limp body towards the destination. As the both made your way towards the cafe, you couldn't help but feel a sudden presence behind you. Turning around, you only saw two hooded figure behind, one of them turning their head behind dramatically. You shrugged it off, thinking it was just nothing as you made your way inside, the bell jingled as you opened the tinted glass door.

"You're crazy." You heard an awfully familiar voice behind you, carefully you began to tune in while Seungmin went ahead with your orders. Luckily, the queue being short as not a lot of people have heard of this place before.

"Just shut up!" Jisung harshly whispered, slapping his friend's shoulder.

"When I said I would help, this is not the kind of help I meant." Jisung rolled his eyes at the older.

"Like maybe at this point you need some professional help. Have you considered therapy?" Haechan suggested, which only made the younger glare at the insufferable boy.

"I'm just saying, you seem like you're the obsessed one now." He pointed out.

"I'm not obsessed." Jisung said, rather too quickly, causing the older to raise his brows questioningly. "I'm just making sure that he doesn't do anything to hurt her. I'm only looking out for her." He justified, observing Seungmin, who was talking to the cashier upfront.

"Hm, sounds like the call is coming from inside the house." Haechan snickered at his own joke, causing the younger to hit him at the back of the older's head.

Haechan whining at the impact.

Jisung huffed, watching as Seungmin returned back to his seat, with both cups of coffee in his hand. Jisung's hand clenched in anger, to the point he felt his blood lost circulation from the amount of pressure he applied. Maybe that's why he couldn't think straight, he thought bitterly as he saw the way you smiled around the boy, a deep feeling of jealousy bubbling through his skin.

He didn't like it one bit.

"Dude, can we just go. I'm kinda getting tired of playing stalker." Haechan called out, his voice hint with urgency.

Jisung ignored Haechan's whining as his eyes were boring at the back of your head, his hood covering his features as he began examining your face, the way you wore light makuep today, your rosy cheeks stood out as your bright smile shined through the room. How could he have been so blind?

Eventally, his staring got too intense that even after you were done with your drink, you stood up and began walking towards his direction.

Shit!

He began ducking himself away as Haechan panicked beside him, opting to hide his face under the table, hitting his head in the process as his let out a soft 'ow'.

"Is there a reason you're stalking me now?" Your voice called out, annoyance laced in your tone as you crossed your arms, waiting for a response.

"I don't know what you're talking about, miss." Jisung pretended to deepen his voice, cupping his mouth.

"Maybe you mistook us for someone." Haechan added, a little too high pitched for his own voice.

You scoffed, "Lee and Park. I know it's you guys, you guys suck at keeping a low profile, I've seen you guys behind us for the past 15 minutes."

"Well damn, didn't know we're on a last name basis." Haechan dropped his act, lifting off his hoodie as he slumped against his chair, "I didn't do anything wrong!" He huffed childishly.

"So hello to you too Zhong and Seungmin." He waved sarcastically, earning a chuckle from the brown-haired boy, who waved back at him enthusiastically— finding humour in the situation.

"I'm sorry, Haechan." You rolled your eyes playfully. "But please tell your friend that he needs to respect some space when clearly the person he's stalking is no longer interested in his games." You said, every word dripping with venom as you acted like Jisung was not there.

"That's funny." Haechan chuckled, "That's what I told him too, but you know stubborn as alw— oof!" Haechan was cut off when he was elbowed harshly by the younger, embarassment flodding through his face as he was caught red-handed.

Before the situation could play out any further, the bell jingled outside and in came in Chenle, alongside with Mark and NingNing.

"Oh, dude. I may or may not have invited them here." Haechan announced awkwardly as the trio made their way towards their table.

"And you're only telling me this now?" Jisung asked incredulously, covering his face in embarassment as he could hear footsteps approaching.

"Hi, Jisung." NingNing voice spoke softly as she took a sit next to him.

"Hi." He replied back, monotonously.

"Ugh, what are you doing here?" Chenle asked in disgust, eyeing you up and down. You scowled, "Suprise big bro, we're at a public place and it's possible to see the same people when it's near college campus!" You made a jazzled hands, exaggerating your words.

"I wouldn't be shocked if you didn't know, considering you don't have a lot of friends."

"Says the girl whose only hanging out with one person." Chenle fired back before adverting his gaze onto Seungmin, "No offense."

"None taken." Seungmin waved off.

"We're leaving now, so don't worry." You grabbed Seungmin's hands as you made your way to the exit.

"Well, good riddance for us!" Was the last thing you heard before the door closed.

Jisung sighed in disappointment when you left, his heart clenched from the way you held the other's hand. A part of him felt selfish for thinking he could get another chance with you, especially when he was the one to mess everything up. Throughout the whole gathering, he couldn't bring himself to talk, too deep in thoughts that he didn't take notice on the way NingNing's face dropped when she realises that he wasn't paying attention to her. Chenle, who was observing the whole thing, kicked Jisung from under the table, which made him perked up at the sudden intrusion. He could only utter apologies as NingNing shook her head, waving it off as she put on a fake smile, knowing deep down that his interest in no where near her.

FRIDAY.

For the sake of your overbearing parents, you and Chenle were forced to leave campus early and travel back to your hometown to meet with your grandmother's. Since it was around the weekends, your parents didn't want to take the risk of getting held back by traffic, so they took the liberty of booking the flight for the both of you in advance and you would have no choice but to accept.

This was a common theme for your parents to do, to plan something without announcing until the very last minute. Though, you couldn't blame them, considering that it was difficult for you and Chenle to make time and visit whenever there was a family event and since it was your grandmother's birthday, you would feel guilty to miss that out. A part of you hoping for this unplanned vacation to take your mind off of finals, and more importantly Jisung.

Packing your stuff as you gave your roommate a hug, you decided to meet up with your friends at their dorm so that you could bid your goodbyes, dramatically letting out a sigh before helping you carry your suitcase in the car.

"Is Chenle coming with you?" Yunjin asked, checking the rear-view mirror.

"No, his friends are sending him off." You shook your head, "I'll just meet him there straight away."

Chenle had initially invited you to go with him but knowing that his friends were there, spefically the boy that you wanted to avoid at all cost, it was safe to say that you had declined his offer, opting for the company of your friends instead.

Though, your brother didn't prod further, he was confused as to why you wouldn't want to, considering that if any other circumstances that his friends (Jisung) were to be there, you would be up in your feet to join in uninvited. So the fact that you would say no to his invitation, which he rarely would do as you would constantly be up in his best friend's business and take his attention away, makes this all more confusing to the male. Especially so, since he could see the disappointed look on Jisung's face when he announced that you were heading off with your own friends.

What had happened between the two of you?

"I'm so glad you kids could make it!" Your grandmother's warmth engulfed you in a hug, pulling along your brother.

"We're glad we could make it too."

"You can settle in while I prepare dinner for us, as a family." Your grandmother shed a tear.

"Mom, you promised not to cry." Your mother said, shaking her head.

"I know, I know but give me a break. It's been awhile since I get to see my grandchildren." She scolded, giving both you and Chenle a peck on the cheeks.

"Both of you have grown up so well!"

After the long flight, there's nothing more for you to want than to lie down on your bed, giving a warmful greeting to your grandmother, you made your way towards the bedroom that your grandmother had kindly prepared for the both of you.

"It's still the same as before we left." You commented, taking a glance around the room.

"Yeah, no shit." Chenle scoffed, "I'm suprised she still kept my toys." He picked his collection of car toys and began admiring it.

"That's 'cause you would bitch if anyone comes near it." You retorted.

"I do not!"

"You so do." You said back. "Remember that time when Jisun—"

You cut yourself off, having had your words spill out before your brain could even fully comprehend what you were saying. Shit! Even when he's not here, you caught yourself thinking about him. Fuck me!

"That time when he?" Chenle drawled, wanting you to finish but seeing the way your face dropped, he couldn't help but question something that has been itching his mind. "You're being awfully distant with Jisung."

You frozed, luckily your brother didn't notice as he continued. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're not some crazed idiot around him anymore." He chuckled, "But he's talked about you often."

You perked up, your facial expression seemed to have been to obvious as Chenle spoke up again. "Yeah, I was shocked too. I don't know what happened between you two but, uh, I hope you guys sort that out." He laid down on the bed with a loud yawn.

"What did he say about me?" You blurted out before you could stop yourself. Chenle could only offer a shrug, "He always asked if you're with this Seungmin guy or when you would come to our dorm. I don't know but it's nothing to crazy 'cause I know how you like to overanalyse stuff." He said lightheartedly.

But boy, was he right.

Because what were you even suppose to do with the new-found information. It should've been obvious that Jisung would try make amends. You assumed that it was mostly out of guilt, but you hadn't expected him to risk blowing his cover by asking about you from Chenle, considering he was very determined to keep this little ordeal a secret.

One thing for sure is that you were very confused.

Jisung was confusing you.

Before you could say anything else, your grandmother's voice called you out, annoucing that dinner was ready.

"Finally! I'm starving."

You hadn't expect dinner with your family to be as awkward as it is, but you couldn't but feel that way when your parents are very prying about your love lives. It's not like you could tell them that you used to have a sexual relationship with your brother's best friend without his knowledge and stupidly ended up breaking your heart so you're currently in the process of healing. There's just no way!

So yet there you are, sitting quietly as you let your parents ramble on about your current status.

"What about Seungmin?" Chenle spoke up, his smug smile evident as he saw the way your eyes widened.

"Shut up, idiot!" You hit your brother's shoulder in irritation, "It's not like that!"

"Hey! No fighting in the table." Your mother scolded, and after a brief pause she continued, "So, when do we get to meet this boy?"

"Um, never! He's not my boyfriend." You denied, shaking your head.

Chenle scoffed, "Oh, please. As if you guys don't hang around in campus everyday."

"I swear—"

"So, I'm guessing your crush on Jisung is finally over." This time, your father concluded, a smile on his lips as he enjoyed watching your panicked state.

"Oh, right. That sweet boy." Your mother said, "You guys would look so cute together!"

Chenle faked gagged. "Don't make me throw up, mom!"

"No way! I'm not into Jisung anymore." You scowled, hand slapping against the wooden table. "And neither am I in a relationship. Can we please target Chenle now."

Chuckles filled in the room as your face was red, as if you were suffering from a frostbite.

"Speaking of Jisung, he might stop by here tomorrow." Chenle announced, which earned an excited gasp from your mother.

You dropped your fork, food caught in your throat from shock as you cough relentlessly. Gasping for air as you patted your chest.

"What do you mean 'stop by', like he's gonna book a flight to come here?" You were baffled with this discovery, taking a huge gulp of water that your mother handed out to you.

"Uh, yeah." Chenle deadpanned, "His parents are out doing business in Shanghai so he decided to join us. I hope that's okay with you guys."

"Oh, isn't that wonderful?" Your grandmother agreed, "We have more company to celebrate my birthday."

"But—"

"I haven't seen Jisung in awhile, I can't wait for him to come!"

Just fucking great!

SATURDAY.

You felt like you were going crazy.

It has been approximately 3 hours since Jisung had arrived here, along with Chenle, who had picked him up from the airport. You thought you would be mature enough to face him but aside from your cold greetings, Jisung never seemed to be as talkative to you as he was before and for some unknown reason, you were frustated with that because now, it feels like you were back to square one. It makes it seem as if you were the one waiting for him to notice you. You hated this constant back and forth. A part of secretly thinking that this was Jisung's plan all along, to string you along and make you think he was interested when you ended things but in reality, it was all for shits and giggles in the end. That sudden thought made your heart churned.

Because how could Jisung just sit there and laugh, acting as if he has the right to? You were boiling from anger, hating the fact that he was there, sitting on the couch, playing video games with your brother as if it's some normal occurence. It's not like he cared enough about your grandmother's birthday, hell! He had only seen her a few times when he was younger so why the hell would he come here and spend his weekends with your family when he could just stay back home with his friends, having parties and drinking away? It's not like he couldn't see Chenle afterwards anyways. It was frustating to see him at every corner you turned to.

What was he really doing here?

You watched in exasperation as Jisung's eyes were focused on the screen in front of him. You hate him. You hate how he had the audacity to come here. You hate the fact that he didn't care how much he hurted you. And most importantly, you hated that even after what he did, just him sitting there could make your heart flutter every single time since you were kids.

You really hate him.

But of course, that didn't stop you from hanging out with them. To be fair, your mother was practically forcing you to go out with your brother, saying that you could 'use some fresh air' and that it could be 'the perfect opportunity to help Jisung find gifts for your grandmother', considering he came in empty-handed and felt guilty if he had nothing to give.

So here you are, walking at the back as you tuned out the conversation the both of them were having. Hand in pocket as you kicked rocks that you saw on the pavement, boredom consuming you. It seemed as if Jisung could sense your aura because he turned around mid-convo, a soft smile displayed on his face as he watched your actions. Chenle noticed and began calling out to you, which made you jump from how loud his voice was.

Walking towards an antique shop (that your mother had suggested since your grandma's always into vintage findings), Jisung held the door out for you and you thanked him softly, wanting to appear civil. Inside, you could already see that Chenle was talking to the shop owner, you didn't bother listening and just assumed that he was looking for something specific that Jisung could give.

Walking away as you began to look through the shop, vintage items displayed on the shelves as you try to avoid the other male, pretending as if you looked preoccupied.

"Ah, I see. I think we have that in here, follow me." The shop owner responded as she motioned Chenle to follow her.

"You can go look around." Chenle looked at Jisung, "Find something that you think she'd might like."

"Sure thing."

And that was when Jisung began walking towards your direction, face full of determination. Your back was facing him, which gave him the opportunity to sneak behind you without you running away.

"Hey." You jumped, your hand gripping onto a small vase that you were admiring.

"Can you not." You groaned.

"Liste—"

"No." You interrupted firmly. "Can you please get away from me?"

You moved a couple steps away when he snatched the item you were holding, hand up in the air as he uses his height, putting you at a disadvantage.

"Hey! What the hell?"

"Just listen to me. For once." He begged, the sudden frustation in his eyes evident.

"You don't get to feel angry right now." You fumed, "I made it clear at the party that I want nothing to do with you."

"I know—"

"Then why are you still trying!" You whisper-yelled, not wanting to cause a commotion that it already has. "Why are you— mmph!"

For the first time, that anticipating moment that you have been dreaming of felt like you weren't in reality. No amount of warnings could've prepared you for what was about to come.

He smashed his lips against yours.

It was as if time slowed down. As clichè as it was, you couldn't help but feel the utter shock. A fluttering feeling at the pit of your stomach, the lust clouding your vision as you take in the sudden action, eyes widening as Jisung's grip began making its way towards your neck, stabilising your movements. You should've pushed him away, yell at him, scream at him and maybe throw a punch at his handsome face but your stupid heart reacted faster than any logical scenario that should've happened.

You kissed him back.

With the same amount of desperation and passion that he put into that kiss. You felt like you were losing your mind from the way that you could feel his lips moving softly against yours, teeth nibbling at your bottom lip that you couldn't help but open, his tongue softly massaged the wet muscle of yours and you couldn't help but feel like you were in cloud nine. He was being very slow with his movements, as if not wanting to scare you away. Your hand held onto his neck as you deepened the kiss, desperately wanting to feel more.

What. The. Fuck!

Your mind was screaming, cursing at you for your stupidity but your heart simply shut down, wanting to savour the moment as much as you could.

Just then, before it could progress any further, Jisung had stupidly let go of the vase that he was holding, completely forgetting that he had it. The sound of the vase smashing made both of you reeled back into reality as Jisung jumped from the sudden commotion. But it was the least of your worries as you began to feel a slight sting on your ankle.

A bad day to wear a short pants.

"Ow!" You yelped, looking down at your legs to see a line of gushing blood, the shattered glass was pouring around the both of you.

"Oh shit, are you okay!?" Jisung asked frantically, hand holding your legs as he inspected the wound.

"What's happening there?" Chenle called out, walking towards the scene.

Looking down at the wound on your legs, he could see it was becoming worse, seeing the way you were holding onto Jisung's shoulder for support.

"Shit!" He cursed. "I think she got cut by the glass!"

"Is everything okay here?" The shop owner exclaimed.

"No, ma'am. My sister accidentally dropped the vase." Chenle explained, which caused the lady sighed in annoyance, "That was one of the most expensive item here!"

"I'm sorry," You uttered profusely, "I'll pa—"

"I'll pay for it!" Jisung interfered, "It was my fault anyways."

"Dude, are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine." He turned back, facing the lady. "So, where can I pay?"

And that's when the three of you ended up going to the nearest convenience store to treat your wound. After a few arguements here and there, you had resorted into refusing to return back home, not wanting to hear an earful from your nagging mother.

"Let's go to the convenience store, we're quite far from grandma's house anyways." Your brother pointed out.

"It hurts," You limped, face scrunching into pain.

"I'll carry you." Jisung offered.

"What?" Both you and Chenle said in astonishment.

"It's not a big deal," The taller male shrugged off, hands inside his pocket as he looked around, "The walk isn't that far."

"It's fine—"

"I insist." He said firmly.

"Well, I'm telling you that it's not necessary." You said pointedly.

"I beg to differ."

"I can do it!"

"No, you can't."

"Yes—"

"Oh, just let him carry you already." Chenle butted in, "At this rate, your wound would already be healed from you guys bantering."

"We were not bantering." Jisung retorted.

"Whatever." Chenle waved off, walking off first.

You felt nervous all of the sudden. Sure, the both of you have done way more sexual stuff than this and it shouldn't bother you in any way.

But it is.

Because it's different when your feelings are on the line. That kiss was something you've never felt before. You were beginning to feel that your emotions were going haywire. You thought you had it under control but it was obvious that Jisung still had you wrapped around his fingers.

You didn't know whether you hated it or not.

Lifting yourself off the ground, your legs securely wrapped on his waist as his hand gently held you up, his fingers brushing against your inner thighs and you were using every once of self-control to not squirm around his touch.

The walk was suprisingly peaceful, well, as peaceful as it can be because even though you were under Jisung's arms, you tend to forget the watchful eyes of your brother, scrutinising every single movement from the both of you. You could tell he was beginning to suspect something and that made you worry a little for Jisung but you remained calm, not wanting to make the situation more awkward that it already has. Even when Chenle had offered to be the one to patch you up, Jisung refused and did it instead, practically shoving the other to get to you.

Applying the ointment on your leg, you hissed at the pain and Jisung paused his action, concern in his eyes as he kept checking up on you. Chenle could only watch the interaction in silence, confused with the sudden closeness the both of you had.

"We should get grandma a cake on the way." He interrupted the moment, seeing the way the both of you snapped back out of trance.

The whole celebration afterwards went well and it seemed as if Chenle had forgotten the whole event afterwards, considering he never questioned you about what happened, which you were thankful for. After the birthday, you would've have suspect that things would go back to normal, though, you underestimate how much the world seemed to hate you...

"Jisung, you can sleep at the room instead." Your mother said.

"Uh, and where am I suppose to sleep?" You interjected, knowing damn well you would rather die than to sleep (not sexually) with your brother and his best friend.

"Oh, don't be silly." Your mother laughed, "We have plenty of cushions in the couch."

"Are you seriously gonna make me sleep here." You asked incredulously.

"On second thought." Chenle interrupted, "I think we both can sleep here and she can have the room all to herself."

"But—"

"I agree too, Mrs Zhong. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the hospitality but I don't mind sleeping outside."

You sighed in relief.

"Well, make yourself as comfortable as you can." Your mother turned away to face both you and Chenle, "Please be at your best behaviour, this has been the most happiest I've seen your grandma's been so please don't ruin it for her and unfortunately, I won't be able to get a good cell service at the hotel so please be careful and don't get into trouble while your father and I are away."

"Got it, mom." The both of you mumbled in unison at your mother's rambling.

And for the first few hours you were left alone in the room while you could hear the sounds of the roaring laughter from Chenle. The noise had quiten down for what felt like hours and you could've assumed that the both of them went to sleep after that, drifting yourself to sleep as well when you hear a sudden knock on the door.

"Come in."

Jisung's head peeked in, "Hi."

"Let's talk." You could tell that he had been waiting for Chenle to be sound asleep before making his way here, considering that he was very fidgety than normal.

"It's not like I have much of a choice." You sighed, knowing that deep down, you were already mentally prepared for the conversation.

He ignored your snarky comment, "I kissed you."

"Well, that's one way to start." You chuckled, "But go on."

"Look, I know you hate my guts right now and I should've left you alone when you told me to." He let out a shaky breath, "But I couldn't, when you started hanging out with that guy, I started to realise how much I like you. I know I'm selfish but I didn't know what to do when I realised it, I thought if I acted more possessive it would've made my feelings clear but instead I pushed you away."

You listened intensely, fingers gripping the sheet as you chewed your bottom lip. A million thoughts ran through your mind.

"It's a shitty excuse, I'll admit but I just want you to know that I regret treating you like you don't matter because you do, very much." He finished off, watching the way you were silent throughout. "I understand if you don't want me around so I'll stop trying." He retreated back.

Okay, this is it. You wanted to this all along, right?

Why do you feel the sudden urge to stop him... fuck it!

"Aren't you going to listen what I have to say?"

He paused, hand lingering on the door knob as he turned around, watching as you slowly remove yourself from bed. You were currently wearing a loose shirt and a low pants. Jisung gulped nervously as you began to get closer to him.

"Do you really mean that?" You asked, voice cracking slightly.

Jisung's brows rose as he let out a soft scoff, "Every word."

"And you're not doing this because you feel bad." You tilted your head in suspicion, eyes squinting as you try to detect a lie. "Well, that's part of it."

"But it's mostly because I don't want to lose you. I really care about you."

That seemed to be the answer that you were looking for because after those words left his lips, you reached up on your tippy toes and smashed your lips against his. His eyes widened slightly and for a moment, his lips didn't seem to react and he stood still in shock. You were beginning to regret doing that as he was being unresponsive, wanting nothing more than to cower away in embarassment but just as you pulled away from him slightly, he began to chase after you. His hands had gotten hold at the back of your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss as his other one made its way to your waist.

This time, he nibbled your bottom lip and didn't hesitate to shove his tongue deep into your mouth. You moaned at the contact as you gripped onto his shirt, your legs were struggling to meet the ground due to his height. Fortunately, he took noticed and tapped on your thighs, signalling you to jump and you did. Wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as his hands securely groped your ass to maintain the balance, he began walking towards the bed all while giving kisses from your chin down to your neck, licking and sucking it.

Laying you down under the soft duvet covers, he began trailing down his kisses to your collarbone. Just as he was about to remove your article of clothing, he looked up to meet your eyes, silently asking you if you were okay with continuing.

"Yes." You breathed out, whimpering when he roamed his hands around your breast, his warms fingers rubbed against your hardened nipples which cause you to moan loudly.

You covered your mouth almost immediately. Jisung took your hands away and replaced with his mouth instead, swallowing your noises as his hands played with your breast.

"You gotta be quiet, princess." He whispered, his lips hovered against yours, you were lying if you said that nickname didn't make you feel something inside, "Or else you're gonna wake someone up. Wouldn't want that happening would you?"

You shook your head, your hand holding onto his shirt as you begged him, "Please, I'll be quiet. Just do something."

He laughed at your neediness and began removing your shorts, along with your panties. What he saw didn't disappoint him as he could see your glistening cunt out in the open, his mouth watering to get a savouring taste. Without warning, he gave kitty licks at your pussy, and you shuddered under his touch, legs wrapped around his face, almost suffocating him. But the male above you didn't seem to mind as he only pushed his face further into you, his long slender finger pried open your hole to shove his tongue deeper.

"A-Ah, Jisung." You quietly moaned, "I'm gonna cum."

That seemed to encourage the male to go faster, lifting your hips up as he began eating you out like a starved man.

Feeling the familiar orgasm, you shut your eyes as you covered your mouth, preventing the erotic sounds from escaping. You felt a sudden fuzziness over the immense feeling that you didn't notice that Jisung had taken off his clothes as well.

"You did so well, princess." He praised, hand gently caressing your fuck-out face. "Think you can handle more?"

You nodded eagerly, whining when he pulled away slightly.

"I need words, baby." He said, "Tell me you want this."

"Please, Jisung. I want this." You whined, "I want you."

He pressed his lips against you once more, your hand immediately went to wrap around his neck to pull him closer. Getting indulged in the messy kiss, you were yelped in shock when he began to rub his cock onto yours.

Jisung stopped when he noticed your state, but you only whined further, your hips bucking against his boner, begging him to fill you up, which only made the male continue his previous actions.

"Wait, Jisung." You said, which cause him to look up at you. "Can you please hold my hand?"

His heart softened at your request. Despite the abnormal amount of sex the both of you had, this was one that was undeniably the most intimate that the both of you went. You were always used to rough and angry sex with Jisung but this time, it was full of love and passion. It felt like the both of you were pouring your heart out into this. And for that, you were nervous because you were now able to express yourself in a way that you've always wanted to with Jisung.

And for the first time, he reciprocated those feelings.

So as he held tightly onto your small hands, interlocking them. He began to pick up his pace, thrusting more faster each second as he stared lovingly into your eyes. Feeling a sudden wave of insecurity wash through you by the intense gaze, you looked away in embarassment. But that only seemed to disappoint the male as he let go one of his hold on your hand and gently tilted your face to meet his. Offering a warm smile, he kissed you once more, washing away all your worries as the both of you engage in the sloppy kisses. His tongue coaxed against yours as his thrust began to pick up its pace, bringing the both of you to your orgasms.

Letting out muffled moans, the both of felt the feeling of euphoria when you came undone. Your lips lazily moved against his and he pulled away. You whined at the sudden contact and Jisung couldn't help but laugh at your cuteness.

Walking away towards the bathroom that was thankfully connected to the bedroom as he announced that he needed to clean you up.

You laid back down comfortably, you felt like your heart was bursting as you let the scene repeat itself on your mind, giddiness consumed you as you covered yourself under the blanket.

Soon, Jisung came in with a cloth in hand. Gently, the male urged you to open your legs as he began cleaning you up. The cold breeze of the cloth made you shiver. Once he was done, he helped you with your clothes, slowly positioning you so that you would be able to wear your clothes.

With that, he made his way to his clothes that he threw across the room and began putting them on before making his way towards the bed, cuddling by your side as the both of you faced each other. His face buried at the crook of your neck.

"We need to keep this a secret." He pulled away slightly, after a moment of comfortable silence.

"What? Why?" You felt your heart breaking, feeling the moment being completely ruined.

He sighed, "He still thinks I'm having a fling with NingNing."

"Well, are you?"

"Of course not!" He asked incredulously, "How could you think that?"

"Well, what's the problem then?" You couldn't help but get annoyed at where the topic was heading.

"Chenle will kill me." There it was.

"Chenle doesn't control what we do." You said disappointedly. "Are you embarassed of me?"

"No! No, of course not." Jisung caressed your face, making you face him. The look he had in his eyes made you soften your gaze, the anger you felt slowly dissipitating when you heard the sincerity in his words. "Look, I'll deal with this as soon as I can, just in the meantime, can we pretend as if we're not together."

You looked away, but he kept his grip on your chin, forcing to face him as he pleaded. "Please, I swear I'll try to work this out."

"Okay." You sighed, and that was when he leaned down to give you a passionate kiss.

"Thank you."

"But how do you know he won't like it though?" You pulled away.

"So, I'm guessing whatever rift you have with my sister is over?" Chenle spoke up, his gaze focused on the screen as he continued to play the game.

"What?"

"You heard me," Chenle laughed, "Whatever you guys have must be pretty intense but I guess I'm glad you made up."

(More like make out.)

"Just a question, do you like her?" Chenle asked, his tone suddenly turning serious.

This was it. This will be the moment he gets to tell him the whole truth. He was about to answer when Chenle spoke up again.

"Because if you, I'll literally beat your fucking ass." Chenle laughed, smacking Jisung at the back of the head.

Or not.

Jisung let out a nervous chuckle, "Of course not, idiot."

"Good. Good." Chenle hummed, "So, maybe you should set boundaries with her, wouldn't want to give her the wrong idea."

"I just know." Jisung said firmly.

SUNDAY.

The morning light shine through the curtains, awakening you as you toss to your side, stretching your arms. You can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment when you couldn't feel anything beside you, realising that Jisung was not by your side and that he had left. You let his words replay at the back of your mind.

We need to keep this a secret.

You just hoped that it wouldn't backfire on you as you let out a loud sigh, walking towards the bathroom to freshen up.

As you made your way to the kitchen, you were already greeted by breakfast that your grandmother had cooked, Chenle and Jisung were already feasting as if it was their last meal.

"You guys couldn't even wait for me." You grumbled, taking a seat across Jisung.

You smiled softly at the boy, a blush appearing on your cheek as you tried to remain calm.

"It's not our fault you slept like a pig."

Chenle rolled his eyes.

"At least I don't eat like one."

He only stuck his tongue out in mockery, which you returned back with the same gesture, causing the male beside him to chuckle at your childish bickering.

Your grandmother, took a seat beside you as she gave both of you a light scolding about behaving.

Minutes passed with light chattering across the dining and while in admist of eating, a devious plan came to your mind. Slowly lifting your feet, you let it wander around Jisung's legs, rubbing it up and down while you ate your meal, acting as if you weren't doing anything. Jisung tensed at the action, stopping his words as he let out a huge gulp, discreetly glancing at you. You, however, didn't pay no mind to the male as you continued munching on your food innocently.

It went on for a few minutes before you decided to test the waters some more, opting to trail your feet nearer to his crotch, which made him choke on his food.

"Yo, Ji. You, okay there?" Your brother called out, patting the other's back.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

"Is the food not to your liking?" Your grandmother asked, concern laced in her voice.

"No!" He interjected, "No, of course not! I love your cooking." He let out a nervous chuckle before turning to face you, glaring into your eyes as if he was warning you. Deciding to push his buttons, you pressed your feet against his crotch and began rubbing it in a circular motion, which causes the male to let out a quiet groan. Hand to his head as his forehead started to sweat. This only encourages you to apply more pressure, feeling his clothed area, which has now hardened.

"Dude, are you seriously okay?" Chenle asked, to which the male have no choice but to lie to save himself, "Yeah, I think I'm having a bit of a headache actually." He groaned, lifting his hips up to meet your feet, pretending as if he was readjusting his position.

"Do you need some medicine?" Your grandmother stood up, "I have some in the cabinet."

You watched as Jisung nodded, his body hunched over as if he was trying to control himself. His orgasm nearing as he felt like he eas losing his sanity. You smirked before deciding that he has had enough, drawing back your feet.

Jisung was glad that it took everything for him to not make a noise at the lost of contact, practically leaving him with blue balls all while trying to cover up the fact that his best friend's sister had just rubbed him off under the dining table.

He watched in anger as you excused yourself from the table, walking towards the kitchen as you briefly announced that you were going to head to the bathroom, he saw the way your eyes twinge with mischief, a smug smile placed on your lips as you walked past him. He was forced to stay behind longer to avoid suspicion, downing the pill that your grandma had so graciously handed as he pretended that he was getting better.

Score!

A minute or so in the bathroom, you heard a knock outside, you smile in victory as you knew who it was going to be. Just as you creaked open the door, it was pushed harshly as Jisung shoved his way inside, locking it on the way in. Not giving you the time to react as he smashed his lips against yours hungrily.

"You think that way funny, huh?" He huffed, pulling away from the kiss. "Do you know how much I could get in trouble?"

You shrugged innocently.

"Why don't you punish me then?"

"Just you wait." He said, trailing his kisses down your collarbone, teeth grazing your flesh as you hummed in satistaction.

Just as you were about to rip off his shirt, he grabbed your hands as he turned you around. Your back against his chest as your front was pressed up against the door. His hands coming up to hold your throat, forcing you to face him.

"Jisung, please hurr— ah!" You moaned when the male began spanking your backside, his hand groped against it harshly.

"You're in no position to demand." He sneered, moving his hands to the front of your shorts as he pulled them down hastily, making a move to roll up your shirt.

"No bra?" He tsked, which caused you to whimper when he began pinching your nipples. "That's good, makes it easier instead of ripping them off."

Without warning, he began shoving his two long index fingers down your wet cunt, you squirmed under his touch but his other hand went to hold your mouth, blocking the noises from escaping. He lowered his face to your breast, swirling his tongue around your nipples as he looked up to see your fucked-out face, observing the drool that dripped down your chin, that was also making his fingers wet. He loved seeing you get ruined so he quickened the pace, fastening his fingers as his mouth works wonders on your tits.

"I'm gonna come!" You whimpered, "Please, let me cum!"

Thankfully, your pleads were enough for him as he let you finish out your orgasm, watching the way your body spasmed under his touch.

Without giving you a chance to breathe, he turned you back around and held your shoulders, pulling you down to your knees. Understanding his signals, you began unzipping his pants and pulling out his hardened cock. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced you into his cock, watching the way your mouth sucks in his length with such ease. He groaned, which made you bobbed your head faster, tongue swirling around his dick.

"Y-Yeah! Just like that." He threw his head back, hand controlling your movements, "Don't stop! Ah!"

Unfortunately, odds were not in Jisung's favour today because just as he was about to release, he heard knocking on the other side of the door. Panic sets in as he wanted to pull you away, but you had stubbornly wrapped your hands around his hips, your mouth taking his whole.

"Y-Yes?"

"Yo, dude!" Chenle called out, "Are you in there? 'Cause you need to hurry up and pack your stuff. Our flight is in the next 2 hours!"

"Ah! Gotcha—oh!" He groaned.

"Are you taking a shit in there?" Chenle asked incredulously.

"Y-eah," Jisung didn't miss a beat. "My stomach's sensitive today— fuck!" That seemed to be enough of an answer because your brother didn't pry further, instead saying, "Alright. If you see my sister anywhere, relay that message I said earlier. I can't find her in the room."

"Mhm, w-will do!" He heard footsteps walking away, which nade him lean his head back against the wooden door.

And that is when he felt himself release his load in your mouth, you swallowing his cum with lust in your eyes. Lifting you up, the both of you shared one last kiss before rushing to clean off, hoping that Chenle wouldn't notice anything.

MONDAY.

"I told Hyunjin to stop bringing girl to the dorm because he always gets too loud in bed." Seungmin complained, "It's so awkward the next morning too!"

"Uhuh."

He eyed you, watching as you were distracted with something on your mind, "And then, the girl ask for a threesome so I did it with both of them, outside the balcony." He lied, watching as you didn't perk up at his bizzare story.

"Cool." You said off-handedly.

"So, I'm assuming that it went not so well." Seungmin observed, watching as you zooned out on him, which causes the male to snap his hands in front of you.

"What?"

"Nevermind." He scoffed playfully, "Seems like you have a lot on your plate.

"You have no idea." You laughed nervously. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." He laughed, "I don't blame you. We're barely given any breaks, it's driving me crazy too." You nodded, humming to his words as the both of you walked around campus.

"If you want, we can hang out by th—"

Before the male could finish his sentence, he was cut off by another person making their way towards the both of you. Jisung's arms wrapped around you tightly as he basically pulled you away from the other.

"Hi." Jisung greeted the both of you, though he was only keeping his gaze on you and completely ignoring the other.

"Hey."

After the trip, you had become well-aware of Jisung's hatred towards Seungmin, which was purely out of jealousy. So it came to no suprise that the said boy would suddenly appear between the two of you in the middle of the hallway, squeezing his way to maintain the space and slightly shoving the brown-haired boy. Despite his rudeness, Seungmin was never one to retaliate or confront the other as he was mainly looking at your reaction, to see if you were okay with what's happening and upon seeing your lack of discomfort, Seungmin could only assume that you were back together with Jisung and as much as he tried to remain optimistic for you, he lacked trust for the taller male.

So as he watched Jisung dragged you away while you uttered your goodbye to him, he can't help but dislike the fact that you were willing to go back to Jisung, considering all the things he had done. He didn't want to verbalise his concern as he knew it would upset you so he sighed in defeat, walking towards his lecture.

On the other hand, a string of complaints escaped from your mouth as Jisung's hand were tightly held onto your wrist, dragging you towards a random supply closet. However, your words were cut short when he smashed his lips onto yours, silencing you all while letting his wandering hands trail down below your private area, his lips moving along your jawline. You smiled, secretly liking his jealously.

"Might want to make it quick." You mumbled against his lips, "Or else Chenle might look for you." Your eyes landed on his ringing phone, his best friend calling him in the middle of his situation. The male didn't hesitate to press the decline button before tossing it to the other side of the room, mumbling, "Let's not worry about that."

And that was a week spent fooling around. You would have assumed that you kept it on a low profile but you were proven dead wrong when you were caught smiling to yourself on your phone while your friends shared knowing glances among themselves.

"You seem so giddy recently." Chaeryeong pointed out. "Are you seeing someone?"

Sitting there, you were stunned with the question, snapping out of trance as you cleared your throat, shifting in your seat awkwardly.

"No."

"Oh, she totally is!" Yunjin teased, "Who's the lucky guy?" You denied further, "No one." Which only causes the both of them to only pry oncr more, whining exaggeratedly to get the answer out of you. "Please, we really want to know!"

You laughed at their childish nature and for a moment, there was a brief hesitation as you contemplated whether you should air out your situation to them about Jisung. You knew the both of them disliked the male for what he did, but maybe after a logical explanation, they might undertand.

So that is what you did, you began to explain in details of what went down during the trip to your grandma's house and you watched as their smiles contorted into frowns, you ignored it thinking that the both of them were just being attentive as you continued on with your story.

"What?" Both of them said in unison, incredulously.

"It's serious, this time." You repeated.

"Yeah, we heard that the first time." Chaeryeong scoffed, "But this is Jisung we're talking about."

You sighed, knowing that the two of them still hated his guts no matter what and were now reprimanding you for your actions, you slumped against the seat, the mood of the atmosphere completely being lifted down.

"Are we talking about the same person here?"

"Look, it looks messy but I promise he's changed." You justified, once again.

"So, you guys are in a public relationship." Chaeryeong rebutted.

"Well, not exact—"

"I knew it!" Yunjin lifted up her hands in irritation. "Girl, he's just using you again and you fell for it!"

"That's not true!"

"How blind could you be?" Chaeryeong scolded.

You scoffed.

"Okay, you guys can stop attacking for me now. I really don't need it."

"Right, 'cause it seems like you need to be fucked over by someone multiple times for you to get it." Chaeryeong retaliated.

"Chae—" Yunjin intervened but was shut down by you, "No, let her finish. I want to hear what she has to say next."

"You let Jisung fuck you over because you have no self-respect for yourself!"

Silence filled the table for a moment as none of them were making an attempt to say anything else.

"You know what? Fuck you guys!" You stormed off, grabbing your belongings as you leave the place in anger.

To be concerned is one thing, but to go out of their way to imply that you were easy is a little harsh. Though, you could tell that it was in the heat of the moment considering that Chaeryeong's eyes widened for a second, completely baffled with what she had just said too. She knew she went too far but she couldn't bring herself to apologise, not when you were out here making stupid decisions and being reckless with your behaviour. She hoped that she hadn't pushed you away with her words.

But it seems like it has.

Because pushing the weeks in, you had not said a single thing to any of them, completely ignoring them as you opted to hang out with Seungmin and his friends instead. To say that Yunjin and Chaeryeong were upset was an understatement, the both of them were hurt that you would dropped them for a boy who had caused you emotional damage. Though, Yunjin understood your side and had asked Chaeryeong to apologise and make amends. But the other refused as she was being hard-headed.

The friendship between the three of you started to crack and as much as it pained you, you couldn't possibly bring yourself to face them as you were left upset with their harsh words. To be fair, Yunjin didn't contribute much, but you were still upset at both iof them nonetheless. Even Jisung had started to notice your sour demeanour, from the way you would seem down and distracted while he tried his best to lift up your mood, making sweet gestures and playing the role of a caring boyfriend. Of course, in secrecy when no one is around.

As much as you appreciated it, you can't help but get annoyed when he would blow you off for his friends, or rather, your brother. It seems as though he hasn't made an attempt to tell Chenle about your relationship despite being constantly reminded to, you would have to convince him that Chenle would be okay with it, but the male only shook his head and tells you that he would try to deal with it as soon as he can, in his own way. That had been the usual pattern and you were getting kinda worried that your friends might've been right all along. Though, you had to give him the benefit of the doubt, considering that he had told one of his friends about you, which was Haechan, who honestly didn't look too suprise with the news but ultimately helped the younger keep your relationship a secret.

"Ugh, dude seriously?" Haechan groaned, having had just opened the door, witnessing you straddling Jisung while the both of you make out. "We seat on that couch!"

He watched in amusement as the both of you broke away quickly. You were topless, panickingly trying to find your clothes while Jisung's face was smudged with lipstick, fixing his zipper in a hurry. "Can't you knock!" Jisung looked annoyed.

The older scoffed, leaning against the door frame, "As a matter of fact, I can't. You're lucky I was the one walking in on you guys."

"Still!" You retaliated, fixing yourself up.

"Whatever," He rolled his eyes, "Mark and Chenle are on their way here, I had to sprint to get here first so you better thank my ass that I did!"

True to his words because not even a second later, your brother and his other roommate emerged inside the dorm, shocked displayed on their faces when they have discovered you were inside as well.

"Sis? What are you doing here?" Chenle asked incredulously.

"I need to take notes from Jisung." You made up an excuse, getting ready to pack your stuff. "Don't you have your other friends for that?" Your brother rebutted.

"Chill, dude." Haechan patted the younger's back. "If I hadn't known better, you seem like you got a crush on Jisung." He joked, which causes Chenle to hit the older by the shoulder, smacking him relentlessly while his roommates laughed.

"Alright, that's enough." Mark jokingly intervened, "We have to set up this place as soon as we can."

That seemed to caught your attention.

"Why? What are you guys doing?"

"None of your business, nosy." Chenle retorted.

"We're having a party." Mark answered instead, "The boys made a draw and it's our turn to host the party."

"Oh." You looked towards Jisung, confused as to why he didn't tell you. "Yeah, so if you don't mind, can you leave and come back again once we're done." Chenle said, making his way to his room, Mark and Haechan following behind.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked, now that it was just you two. He shrugged, "It's not a big deal. It's just some stupid party."

"Okay then." You said monotonously, walking away.

But Jisung seemed to pick up on your mood, following you close behind.

"No, wait, baby." He grabbed your wrist, turning you around, "Why are you upset?"

"I'm upset because you always keep secrets from me and we were supposed to hang out tonight. Were you just gonna bail me last minute?" You asked in annoyance but the male shook his head, "No, of course not. I wasn't even planning to stay. I'm just helping them set up."

You laughed, "As if Chenle would let you bail."

"I'll try to sneak out."

You hesitated.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Of course."

You should've known not to be easily led on, especially when Jisung hadn't picked up his calls despite it being hours ago. You shrugged it off, thinking he was still busy but you soon came to find Haechan's instagram story, a picture where all of them were partying in their dorm, including Jisung.

You were boiling from anger, "Seungmin, can you do me a favour?"

Thankfully, the drive wasn't far, and Seungmin had been kind enough to give you a ride as you made your way to the party. For some reason, a part of you had a feeling this wouldn't end well but you decided to push it aside as you walked towards the front door. You were immediately greeted by a stench of alcohol, drunk people swaying around as you hear cheering from a distance. Walking towards the noise in search for your boyfriend as Seungmin trailed behind you, gulping nervously at your hot-headed demeanour.

There stood, Jisung, a hand holding a ping pong ball while he stuck his tongue out in concentration, eyes squinting to get a good aim for the red solo cup. For a moment, it seemed harmless and you would've felt a bit embarassed for overreacting but when the cheering became louder as Jisung scored a point, you couldn't help but stay rooted on your spot, eyes focused on Jisung as his friends cheered him on with a pat to his back.

Just then, NingNing came into view and pulled the male by the neck to plant a kiss to his lips, wolf whistles followed after and you could've swore that you heard your heart shattered in the process. You watched as tears rolled down your eyes, betrayal in the pit of your stomach as Jisung looked stunned, not making an attempt to pull away.

Conveniently, right as he did, his eyes landed onto yours and you saw how his eyes widened in shock, mouth hung open as if he was trying to come up with an excuse.

You scoffed and began walking away, ignoring the calls of your name as Jisung squeezed his way between the crowds of drunkard people.

"Wait!" Jisung grabbed your arm, stopping you just as had gotten outside. "I can explain—"

You ripped his hand away in disgust, "No need. You made things perfectly clear back there."

He called your name again in desperation.

"Please, just hear me out."

"No!" You shouted, "I'm sick of being treated like an idiot."

"I'll admit, you fooled me once. It was on you." You laughed bitterly, "But you did it again and again, so now, I can't even blame you. Because I am such a fucking idiot to believe you would have changed."

"I have!"

"No, you haven't!" You retorted, "You don't care about me because all you ever do is come to me whenever you need to fill out your desires, you are fucking selfish!"

"Please." He whispered, urgency laced in his tone.

"I should've never trusted you and I'm dead serious when I say I want you to leave me the fuck alone now."

He took a step forward, hand holding your wrist desperately, "No, I can fix—"

"I don't want anything to do with you, Jisung!" You pulled away.

"Please. Please, I'm really sorry!" He grabbed you again, pleads and begs as strings of apologies escaped his mouth.

"I don't care!"

"It was a mistake. I have no feel—"

"She told you to back off!" Ultimately, it was Seungmin who had cutted him off, shoving the other to the ground.

Jisung stood up in anger, red in the face. "Why don't you mind your goddamn business!"

"She made it pretty clear she wants nothing to do with you, man! Respect that!" He spits, which only frustates Jisung, scoffing lightly as he provoked, "You know she doesn't fucking like you, right? You've been stuck in the friendzone for like what? 3 months? Wished it was you who gets to fuck her instead, huh?"

"Guys, let's not—" You intervened, but it was too late because Seungmin threw the first punch. Blood dripping on Jisung's nose as you gasped in horror, the male didn't seem too affected with the attack as he tackled Seungmin to the ground, beating him up relentlessly. You stood in shock as you begged them to stop, tears streaming down your cheeks as Seungmin began kicking Jisung's ribs. The whole scene became a mess.

Eventually, the commotion caught the attention of the other people from the party because soon, Chenle and Haechan began pulling both men away from each other, struggling to hold then down.

"Hey! What the fuck is happening?" Chenle looked at you, "What did you do?"

"You should probably ask your friend." Seungmin answered. "He was the one who fucked over your sister!"

Multiple gasps were heard, others watching as the scene unfolds.

Chenle face contorted to confusion as he turned to face the taller male, "What is he talking about Ji?" But the male didn't respond, his head hung low in shame as Seungmin chuckled humourlessly, "Your friend has been fucking your sister behind your back for months, using her and all that shit but I'm sure Ji over there will explain it to you better."

"Is it true?" Chenle asked in anger, taking a step towards Jisung, which causes Haechan to stop him, "Let's not start anything more, alright?"

"Why?" Chenle prodded, "Do you know about it?" This causes the older to become silent, only confirming what was his answer.

Thankfully, Mark came in and kicked everyone out, making them disperse away from the scene and soon, all of the three boys were left in their messy dorm, having had Seungmin dragged your sobbing mess away, making Jisung the one to explain what he had done.

"This is fucked." Chenle laughed in astonishment. "I mean, not only did you went behind my back but you hurt my sister in the process of doing so."

Jisung could only hung his head in shame.

"I didn't mean to." He meekly uttered.

"But you did!" Chenle yelled, "I've always wondered why she was so obsessed with you but the whole time you were fucking with her mind and making her think she had a chance with you!"

"I didn't fuck with her mind, I love her, okay?" Jisung blurted. "I thought I would do the right thing if— if I just, i don't know! I knew you wouldn't approve of us anyways!"

"Don't fucking twist this shit on me!" Chenle snarled, "Even if you knew I wouldn't approve, why the fuck did you still do it? What was the thought process there? How fucking stupid are you to think you would get away with all this!"

"Dude, let's all calm down, alright." Mark decided to step in, which only causes the younger to get upset.

"No! Don't tell me to calm down." He yelled, causing Mark to take a step back. "He used two people for his own selfishness! Including my sister."

"Don't even get me started on NingNing, you know, the girl you told us you were in love with." He pushed on.

"I wasn't fucking in love with her!" Jisung retaliated, "I only said that so you could get off my fucking back about hooking up with other girls!"

A shocked gasp was heard, just then NingNing made her presence known as a tear drop began to fall down her cheeks, cupping her mouth as she ran away out of their dorm.

"NingNing!"

"Look what you did!" Chenle scolded, running after the poor girl.

But Jisung couldn't say anything, his mouth went dry and his heart went numb. Too many emotions running through his head, it started to hurt. Mark and Haechan took noticed of the younger's condition and decided that he needed some time to think for himself and soon the both of them left the dorm, leaving Jisung all alone.

In all the times he had fucked up, this was really the one he had fucked up the most.

Walking around campus, it was the first time Jisung had gotten stares from people. The huge bruise on his face didn't help the fact that most of the people on campus already knew what went down. At this point, he couldn't bring himself to care as he continued to let his head down while walking through the crowd.

However, just as he past by the entrace, he was greeted by certain girl. His heart dropped in anxiousness as he gulped upon seeing the girl he was scared to face, cowardly as he was, he knew that he should own up to his mistakes and take accountablity.

It's now or never.

"Hi." He said, clearing his throat. "I'm sor—"

"Save it." The girl replied sharply.

Jisung couldn't bring himself to look into her eyes, shame and guilt filling him up as he lowered his head. "Let's talk." NingNing checked her wristwatch, "We still have time to spare before our lecture starts."

"O-Of course, if it's what you like." The girl scoffed at his timidness, "Oh please, this is painful for me as much as it is for you but I think I deserve some explanation, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Great, I know a private place to talk because the campus seems so nosy than ever." She joked ligheartedly, eyes darting around the hall. Truth be told because when Jisung turned his head, he saw other students quickly glancing away as he did so, ‟Follow me.”

It has been days and you were still bombarded with texts and calls, all coming from the same person. The same person that you couldn't bring yourself to remove from. It was frustating how pathetic you would be for a boy. A boy that fooled you twice. At this rate, you were only asking for more heartbreak as your only solution is to ignore those calls and messages instead of blocking it completely. Your heart wouldn‛t be able to handle such an emotional turmoil.

You hadn't been able to attend your lectures, skipping them in order to avoid Jisung. You could hear your roommate telling him to go away whenever he would knock on the door, begging to see you. Overtime, Yunjin and Chaeryeong took empathy at your state and offered you solace as the both of them apologised for their harsh words previously. With their help, you were able to slowly get back to your feet and continue to move forward. Though, it was slightly challenging whenever the male would still attempt to talk to you through texts and calls, all of which you ignored.

But maybe that was what you needed. You thought.

As your hand lingers around the ‘block’ button, you began to feel the slight hesitation. Though, a part of you was aching for it, practically begging you to end the trainwreck once and for all.

And this time, you weren‛t going to look back.

FOUR YEARS LATER.

Heels clicking against the marble floor, you were in frantic as you rushed around the wedding halls to make your way to back of the room. Droplets of sweat on your forehead as you sighed in relief, thankful to have arrived early to help the bride.

‟Well, guess who showed up on time.” The bride teased.

Looking at the bride, her hair was beautifully done up into an elegant low bun as her dress was beautifully tailored, shining her features with the expensive jewellery displayed. The bridesmaids gushed upon her ethereal appearance and you gave yourself a pat on the back for helping out with the choices.

‟I‛m really sorry, NingNing.” You rambled, rushing to her side. "Traffic was crazy today but I bought you a donut because I know you didn't eat anything this morning."

‟Thank you.” She smiled.

‟Are you ready?”

‟Of course I am.” She looked at you worriedly, ‟You‛re really okay with all of this?”

‟Are you crazy?" You deadpanned, "Why wouldn‛t I be?”

‟Maybe because she expected you to freak out.” Yunjin chimed in, ‟I mean, I‛m even suprise you‛re okay with it.”

‟It‛s all in the past, anyways.” You waved off, ‟Plus, we‛re going to be sister-in-laws!”

Three years ago, Chenle and NingNing had began hitting it off. After the night that NingNing heart went broken by his best friend, Chenle consoled her and offered her comfort. It wasn't as sudden as it seems because the both of them didn't gain feeling until a year later, having had been friends first and eventually grew closer. This news hadn't shocked his whole friend group though since their not-so-subtle flirting was as obvious as broad daylight.

Eventually, you had began seeing NingNing often in family gatherings when Chenle were to invite her into one. If you were being honest, through the initial start, it was awkward and tense between the two of you but eventually, you managed to put that aside and NingNing had became one of your close friends. You would occasionally steal her away from Chenle and make her hang out with your friends instead.

Which was why, when Chenle and NingNing had announced their engagement, NingNing had given you the title of 'maid-of-honour' when it was around the time the both of them have planned for their wedding. You were up and arms, in tears of happiness for the couple.

You couldn't have been more content for them.

Though, that meant that you would have to see an expected guest, in which Cenle had informed you beforehand and made sure you were okay with it.

To be completely honest, after blocking his number, you hadn't heard much of him. After graduation, you saw him approaching you but you ultimately shut him down, ignoring his presence and you hadn't seen him since. According to Chenle, he chose to travel abroad for his job in Osaka and although you were shattered with the news, you knew it was for the better as it would be easier for you to move on.

And that was the last time you saw him.

Fast forward as you let out a nervous breath, having had those years being away to finally being able to see him. You didn't know whether you should be excited or nervous.

You watched as NingNing walked across the aisle, holding onto her father as she suppressed her tears of happiness. You looked over towards your brother, watching as he too, held back his tears. Usually, you would've teased him for being emotional but you couldn't help but feel the warmth in your heart as the both of them have finally found love in each other.

As you scanned the wedding halls, your eyes landed onto a familiar pair of eyes. Your heart stopped for a moment as your breath hitched, watching as Jisung stared back at you. A look that you couldn't quite put a finger on.

"It's all good now, Jisung." NingNing assured, "I just thought you liked me from the way Chenle seemed to hype you up."

"Yeah, I'm sorry for leading you on." He apologised, following NingNing as the both of them walked through the empty hallways.

"Jisung, can you do me a favour?" She spoke up, "Stop apologising." She joked.

"Yeah, man." Chenle suddenly appeared, "It's getting annoying."

"Chen—"

"See you later, NingNing." He waved off.

NingNing only winked back as she made her way inside her lecture.

A moment of silence passed by, and Jisung swore he felt more nervous than ever, coming up ways to figure out what he was going to say.

"If you want to say something." Chenle interrupted, "Just say it, the silence is killing me."

"I'm sorry, Chenle." The male uttered, for a moment Chenle looked over in pity at Jisung, watching how distraught he looked. "You know, I was ready to beat you up next." He started, "But if you were really honest from the start, I would've understood you better."

"I'm just upset that you didn't trust me enough to tell me."

"I'm sorry— ow! Fuck!" Jisung shouted as the other smacked his face harshly, "What was that for?"

"Stop apologising, it's annoying."

"I— dude, I wasn't even going to say it!" He rubbed his other cheek that Chenle had slapped, glaring as Chenle offered him a smug smile. "I know."

He rolled his eyes.

"But in all seriousness." Jisung spoke up, "I really fucked up so is there any way I can make this up?"

Chenle seemed to think about it for a moment, rubbing his chin, "Well, there is one."

"If you like my sister, just go for it. You have my approval this time."

As you watched the both of them exchange their wedding vows, cheers emitted the wedding halls as the newly-wed couple shared a loving kiss. Your eyes scanned back to the crowd.

"Just go." Chaeryeong ushered, "We'll cover you up."

You smiled, thanking her before you quickly rushed off, politely pushing out relatives as you tried to find the black-haired boy.

Just then, you bumped into a certain someone. Looking up, you were suddenly greeted with Seungmin. His warm smile reached his lips as he greeted you.

"Seungmin. You came." You said in shocked.

"Yeah, couldn't miss this out."

Truth be told, Seungmin had confessed his feelings for you a few years ago, to which you had rejected him politely. You would've assumed that would caused some damages to your friendship but he was respectful with your decisions and still remained friends, keeping in touch even after graduation.

"Babe?" A voice suddenly called out, Seungmin turned around, "Hey, this is the maid-of-honour, I was talking about." He turned towards you, uttering your name as he introduced you to his girlfriend.

"It's nice to meet you but I have to go." You said as friendly as you could, not wanting to appear rude.

Seungmin gave you a knowing look.

"Jisung's right by the bar."

You thanked him as you squeezed your way, trying your best to not seemed to eager to see him. As you approached his figure, his back was turned towards you and you hesitated to call out to him.

Hesitantly, you tapped on his back and you watched as he turned around slowly. It seemed as if time had slowed down, as clichè as it sounds, because when you stared longingly into those eyes, it brings back fond memories and deep down, you knew that your feelings for him would never fade, no matter how hard you try to deny it. You wished that the moment would last for eternity. You were relieved when you could see the way he looked back at you lovingly, saying a million thoughts behind those eyes, the thought of which that he had still held those feeling for you just as dearly.

"Hi." You said breathlessly, still in trance.

"Hi." He chuckled, "It's been awhile, do you want to catch up?"

Were you willing to take that chance again?

©ruwriteshours

[milkywaywrites]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆’𝒔 𝑶𝒂𝒕𝒉

𝑺𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆. “𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍,-”.

.ೃ࿐ 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕 𝚡 𝚏! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

.ೃ࿐ 𝙲𝚠: 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎! 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕, 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

.ೃ࿐ 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷𝟷𝟻𝟻

You were the Princess from the Eldoria kingdom, the queen of socialites, kind yet powerful. An heir to the throne. One day, you had been invited by the Emperor to attend a Masquerade Ball. To keep your status at the cleanest, you have decided to go.

You had chosen a gown of rose red complemented by gloves of the darkest black. Tiny flowers, delicate as dewdrops, adorned your hair. The crowning glory of your ensemble was the mask - a Colombina mask, painted in hues of black and red. It lent an air of mystery to your elegance, making your appearance at once captivating and enigmatic.

Upon your arrival, Your presence immediately drew the attention of the nobles, their gazes turning to admire your elegance. With a confident stride, you had approached the emperor, engaging him in a brief exchange of pleasantries. After that you decided to extend your greetings to the other nobles present at the ball.

As the melody of the waltz had begun to fill the air, you had chosen to excuse yourself, seeking solace on the balcony. Upon your arrival at the balcony, a plate of macarons in hand, you had turned your gaze towards the night sky. 

But when you turned around, you saw a noble crossed his arms over his chest as he approached you. “Not in the mood for a waltz tonight, are we?” he had greeted you. The Colombian mask that he wears is very beautiful. As if that was made for him. You had decided to go along with the flow. “And what about you? Are you also not in the mood?” you had asked.

He knelt and took your hand, pressing a soft kiss to it. You have been momentarily stunned. His eyes had looked up at you. “Well, if my partner is as pretty as you, I’m in,” he said teasingly, standing and smirking. “You’re quite confident in your judgment. What if I’m not as pretty as you think?” you had asked, tilting your head to the side and smiling mockingly.

"No worries, every woman is pretty in my eyes- Oh....! Is that a macaron? Can I have some?" His eyes lit up, now his eyes just following the plate of macaron in your other hand. 

What is he? A puppy?

"Well... if you want this, you better take off the mask first" You looked away from him. Because you had this suspicion. Is he the next emperor? The mysterious one? Is he the big weapon that the emperor said? 

"Awh, come on..." He pouts. Now wait a second... he pouts? You chuckled. "I mean you freely to go inside the ball again to take more macaron you know. There is still plenty there." 

But suddenly he took your hand and guided you somewhere. You just followed him. Even if there is no clear sign of who he is, or if he could be any threat. You are more than confident in your swordsmanship. Ready to stab him with your small knife.

He had led you to a dark garden. The moonlight had been the only source of light, yet you could see beautiful flowers. You had walked past him, drawn towards the roses, and had taken a moment to admire them up close.

Suddenly, you felt something light up behind you, akin to a fire. You immediately turned around and saw him, his hand ablaze. “I knew it, you are the crown prince. Fire evol,-” You had stood up. “The beauty there is unlike anyone else.” You had bowed. “Greetings, Your Royal Highness, Rafayel Prince of Azureheavens. May the strength of the mountains fortify your reign and bring prosperity to your realm.”

He just stared at you and took off his mask. He was really beautiful. His medium to dark gray hair color, and black eyes had a little red more clearly in your view. “This is why I didn’t want to reveal my identity, please stand. And thank you for your greetings,” he said. He took your hand. “I hoped you would treat me like before.”

As he talked with a more formal tone, you smiled and chuckled. “You wanted me to disrespect you? I was more than happy, Your Highness. But I can't lie your painting is as beautiful as you.” you replied. You gave Rafayel the macarons. He opened his mouth and you put the macaron in his mouth.

“The next big ruler was more like a puppy,” you chuckled and opened your mask. “Maybe this time for me?” you added while pulling off your mask. 

Rafayel smiled and crossed his hand, the fire flying around to keep the brightness still. “The first time I saw you, I already guessed, that you were the Queen of socialites, Princess Of Eldora. The description matched you very well,” he said. You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Dear me, it wasn’t fun. It was hard to be famous after all,” you replied.

You tiptoed a little to help Rafayel fix his hair, and he had been stunned and blushed a little while pouting. “Awh, look at you, Crown Prince. Was it the fire, or did your face have a tint of pink?” you chuckled. He looked away. “Hey! I wasn’t a child, you know?”

You let go of his hair and walked around the flowers. “Roses match you and me, don’t you think?” he spoke. “As beautiful as you, as sharp as me,” he said smugly. You raised your eyebrow. “Ah, the confidence. It seemed easy to stab you after you rose to the throne.” He looked at you with puppy eyes and seemed sad. Did you just make the Crown Prince sad? How dare you-

“Hey, uh, Your Highness. It wasn’t bad, you know. You had that charm. Don’t worry, Eldoria Kingdom will always pledge our loyalty to the kingdom. Our bravest knights and I will always be the ones who keep the kingdom safe. No matter who is the ruler,” you smiled and took off one of your flower hairpins. You opened Rafayel’s palm.

“My promise to you,” you closed his palm for the promise to be sealed.

He smiled and put his other hand on top of yours.

“I was sure the Eldoria Kingdom had a safe future if the ruler was like this. Don’t keep me waiting. I will treat the Eldoria Kingdom with utmost kindness,” he said. You both looked at each other as if time had stopped.

You suddenly heard a familiar voice. It was your guard looking for you. You bowed to Rafayel and put on your mask again. You waved at him, and he smiled and nodded a little. You walked away, but when you turned around once again, he was not there.

You could only hope that both of your promises bloomed like flowers, and kept flowing like water. Tonight was an unforgettable time for both of you. 

I hope to see you again, Your Highness.

Thank you for reading! I hope it's not too wordy. Sorry for any mistakes that I've made.

#rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel #fluff #fanfiction #rafayel x reader #lad #love and deepspace #LaD #LAD

[mediocre-artist]

Another fic of our favourite Gaunt <33 Was a gift for my friend after he passed a big test :D Super proud of him!!

"Blast it," you hear Ominis mumble under his breath as he works to unbutton his dress shirt. Candles flicker about your shared dorm room, and you are trying your damnedest to stare at the glow's waltz and pointedly not at the very pretty, slowly stripping boy just a few feet over by his bed. You tended to enjoy the dances the flames created, but now nothing seemed more boring knowing what you were missing. Quietly, you grab the nearest book and flip inside, boring your gaze straight through a page about... the history of the troll and wizard relations. Ah. Riveting. (You'd rather watch paint dry. A full bucket of non-enchanted, muggle paint. That had to be more entertaining. The thought makes you snort.)

The sound of Ominis saying your name pulls you from your musing and you nearly turn to face him when you remember why you were looking away to begin with.

"Yes?" You reply, gluing your gaze to the crease where the pages are sewn and far too loudly flipping the parchment.

"If you aren't too busy pretending to read, I would greatly appreciate some assistance with this damned button," Ominis says, and it takes everything in you not to flounder at the passive (and admittedly true) accusation. Hot guilt and embarrassment claws layers beneath your skin as you attempt to swallow whole the nerves trying to smother your words.

"I wasn't—" you begin.

"Please. I'm blind, not stupid," he quips. "And now that we've officially established such, your help would be greatly appreciated." You try not to wallow in the molten searing of your cheeks as you finally turn to face him. The blond has dropped his hands from the troublesome button, expecting your help and knowing he'll receive it. He's not far undressed, in all honesty, and your effort to keep yourself from straying your gaze seems a bit silly now. You take one, two, three steps across the room to where he stands by his bed, and he raises his chin when he hears you stop before him. Hesitantly, you reach your hand up to the button that lies at the dip of his collarbone; it seems to have gotten tangled in a few loose loops of thread, and knowing Ominis, he doesn't want to risk accidentally pulling them further or popping the button off. You carefully push the button through the loops, freeing it from its net and allowing it to slip out through the buttonhole. Though the task is complete, you linger, taking in the sight of his face this close. You can see the sparkle in his veiled blue eyes, can count the beauty marks on his skin and silently swoon over the elegant curl of his long lashes. He's beautiful, you think.

Ominis clears his throat and you jump back, not missing the subtle smirk that flashes across his pink lips.

"I can still hear, you know. Quite well, in fact. You took your time drawing away," Ominis states factually, and you turn, yanking over the drawer of your clothes chest to pull out a more comfortable shirt. You toss it onto your bed and tug the one you're donning off, the rustle of fabric loud in your ears.

"Must you judge so harshly?" You ask, shedding your trousers to replace those, as well, kicking them off to the side before busying yourself with searching for a new pair.

Ominis is quiet for just a moment.

"I prefer the term observing."

"Uh-huh. Sounds like a load of it." You step into your trousers and tug them up, another silence falling between you, before you fall back onto the bed with a loud sigh. "Remind me to leave any room Peeves is in. Even if it's during class."

Ominis hides a small smile as he finishes dressing himself for bed as well, slipping under the covers. It's loud and the sound bounces around in your head, fabric against fabric. It puts warm, embarrassing thoughts in your brain.

"As if you're less the menace."

A grin tugs at your lips and you grin, sliding into your own bed.

"Very true... goodnight, Ominis."

"Goodnight."

You dream of blond boys with light, foggy eyes and a touch warm and sweet as spiced pumpkin juice.

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#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x male reader #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hp fanfic #requests open :) #slytherin reader #romeowritesHP

[blouisparadise]

Hello, I think I’m gonna asked you a bit of big favour, could you like point out which one of 50 most popular Larry fics are BL 🥹

https://www.tumblr.com/twopoppies/728833042843631616/the-50-most-popular-larry-fics-of-2021

Here you go:

tennis court by outropeace

Lunar Waltz by outropeace

fake it till you make it by falsegoodnight

picking up the pieces by falsegoodnight

don’t want no other shade of blue by padfootyoudog

Love, Ever After by jacaranda_bloom

In A Twinkling by jacaranda_bloom

Secret’s Safe With Me by alltheselights

Short and Sweet by 5ft9

no good unless it’s real by fackinglouis

lead me to paradise by falsegoodnight

feeling borrowed, always blue by falsegoodnight

voicemail sings a wreck by falsegoodnight

sometimes a fantasy by thepolourryexpress

In The Still Of The Night by jacaranda_bloom

Player by jacaranda_bloom 

Blind Faith by 2tiedships2

Sedative Duty. by daddyharrie 

Marks On My Baby by thinlines

kiss and tell (me a lie) by falsegoodnight

dancing in the moonlight by outropeace

if the sun don’t shine by falsegoodnight

No Easy Choice, But You’re Mine by alltheselights

somebody to love by dilfrry

Hint: I want to be yours by bluegreenish

Maybe You’ll Like the Way I Am by lululawrence

The Longer the Waiting the Sweeter the Kiss (It’s Better My Darlin’ I Promise You This) by GuiltyPleasureIsMyPleasure

A Hungry Heart by jacaranda_bloom

where they glow by falsegoodnight

tangled up and blue by thepolourryexpress

yesterday came suddenly by falsegoodnight

Thrown To The Wolves by smittenwithlouis

Wild Hearts Run Free by jacaranda_bloom

happier, prettier by outropeace

Violent Delights by ohpleaselarry 

Flash Back to Me by akatomlinson 

Compass to my Soul by LadyLondonderry 

Too Young To Know by 2tiedships2        

Not that we're counting, but 38 of the top 50 fics from 2021 were BL or omega Louis without smut (all of which we included above). 😌❤️

#asks

[noctumbra]

𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮

summary: kiyoomi was not a jealous person until miya atsumu waltzed into his life.

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu (sakuatsu)

warnings: s*mut, bl*wj*bs, kissing, flirting, jealous kiyoomi, power bottom kiyoomi, atsumu is a service top change my mind

a/n: it's been so goddamn fucking long since i posted my writing (or wrote anything, really). but lately i'm on my sakuatsu brainrot era and i just HAD to, okay. i hope i'm still able to connect sentences well, and if i'm not and this sucks, i'm sorry. lol. hope you like it! please don't forget to reblog and leave comments! thank you <333

art credit: @tnkisu

Normally, Kiyoomi is not a jealous person. 

He knew that his partner would be faithful to him, no matter what, and that the trust they have for each other was what mattered the most. So, the jealousy was technically a foreign feeling for him. 

Until he saw a brunet man hitting on Atsumu, offering him drinks while throwing him sly looks under his eyelashes and giving him sweet smiles. 

The man was a good-looking one, Kiyoomi would admit that without feeling inferior. His brunet hair was slightly short on the sides, styled nicely with a touch of natural tousled look. His face was a handsome, but a little too much on the too-pretty-to-be-only-handsome category: Plush lips, pink-ish red from licking and biting, straight nose with a septum piercing, cat-like eyes in the color of sky blue and thick yet nicely shaped brows. He was a looker, and he knew it. 

Currently, the man was trying to crawl closer to Atsumu, trying to touch their knees or thighs, while offering Atsumu another drink. Meanwhile, Atsumu was all chatty, smiley and happy. Accepting drinks with a big, friendly smile on his face, very unaware of the fact that the guy next to him was hitting on him to the fullest. 

Yet, Kiyoomi did not react. He did not need to because he knew Atsumu was loyal to him and only him. Even though he had this feeling of something burning in him, an urge to snatch Atsumu away from that man, Kiyoomi did nothing and stayed put. He kept sipping his fruity cocktail while fiddling with its umbrella. He was kind of glad that Rin and Osamu were bickering in his ear. 

“How many times do I have to tell ya, I dunno, Rin,” Osamu complained and tried to push Rin off his seat. Not even budging, Rin grinned at Osamu and stuck his tongue out to him. Kiyoomi rolled his eyes. He was surrounded by children all day, every day, and it was surprising that he was still alive. 

“By the way,” Rin started. His green, attentive eyes moved to Atsumu and took in the sight of him being hit on, and then moved back to Kiyoomi, narrowed questioningly. “Doesn’t it bother you?” 

Kiyoomi raised a brow at the question and sipped his drink. “No?” Rin rolled his eyes. He shrugged. “Despite what people think, Atsumu is loyal, and I trust him, so.” Rin hummed. His eyes moved to Atsumu again, and Rin hummed again. 

“Really? Not even that?” He pointed, and Kiyoomi followed his finger and froze. 

The guy’s hand was resting on Atsumu’s thigh, the inner side, and his fingers were rubbing the muscle there. The guy’s mouth was right next to Atsumu’s ear, whispering something, and Kiyoomi could see his tongue touching the sensitive shell there. 

Kiyoomi’s eye twitched. 

He saw Atsumu flinch, immediately pulling back and shaking the guy’s hand off of his body. Yeah, Kiyoomi thought. Push him away. 

“Hey, now,” Atsumu’s voice reached Kiyoomi’s ears. “We’re just drinkin’ here, no needta get handsy.” The guy raised a brow. 

“No need? I’ve been buying you drinks! Why do you think I’m doing that? For the sake of it?” The guy stood up. “I’ve been flirting with you all night, and you’re telling me no need to get handsy? Are you for real?” 

“Jeez, what a piece of work,” Rin muttered, and Kiyoomi agreed with a hum. He only needed to think for half a second before he stood up from his own seat and walked towards Atsumu. He heard Hinata, Bokuto and Osamu whistling behind him, cheering. He held back an eye-roll as he approached the men. 

“Hey, there, darling boy,” he called to Atsumu, and Atsumu immediately brightened. Annoyance disappearing from his face, he smiled big and happily at Kiyoomi. 

“Omi-kun!” His strong arms wrapped themselves around Kiyoomi’s waist, pulling him in between the V of his thighs and resting his head against his stomach. “I’ve missed ya,” he murmured. Kiyoomi, despite the anger bubbling under his skin, sighed softly and petted Atsumu’s honey-colored hair. 

Then, Kiyoomi turned his head to the man standing next to them. His dark eyes were cold, and he raised a questioning brow. “And you are?” He asked and watched the color change on the man’s face. “You here to bring us drinks? I’ll have Sex on the Beach, and my darling likes his Amsterdam.” He heard some choking sounds behind him, where his friends were occupying, and the man sputtered. 

“I am not here to bring you drinks, I’m─” 

“Oh, then you can walk away,” Kiyoomi interrupted. Atsumu’s arms tightened around him. One look at him, Kiyoomi frowned slightly. “Better yet, you stay here and keep drinking. Let’s go, honey,” Kiyoomi tapped softly on Atsumu’s head, and Atsumu, being the puppy he was for Kiyoomi, immediately stood up. He held his hand tightly, waving his free one to his friends, bidding his goodbye. 

They walked hand in hand in silence for a while. Their feet taking them back to their hotel on autopilot, Atsumu felt like he did something wrong. The air around them was awkward and charged with something Atsumu had trouble putting a name on. He could see the barely visible signs of Kiyoomi being angry, but there was a feeling in him that told him that Kiyoomi wasn’t angry at Atsumu. 

Kiyoomi pulled out the hotel room’s key and walked inside after the door beeped open for them. 

“Strip,” he ordered. He spared a few seconds to watch Atsumu fumble with his clothes before turning around and walking towards the bathroom. He took his t-shirt off, soaped his hands and washed them thoroughly. Thinking about the amount of germs and dirt the bars collect made Kiyoomi’s head spin lightly. 

After he was done, he dried his hands and put on some cream to stop his skin drying. He was rubbing the cream in while walking back into the bedroom when he saw Atsumu, all naked, slightly panting with the prettiest blush on his cheeks, sitting obediently on the bed. Kiyoomi stopped. 

“Atsu,” he called out. Atsumu lifted his head up and looked at Kiyoomi with those wide, honey-colored eyes. Kiyoomi felt himself soften at the way he was looking right now, could imagine how Kiyoomi was looking at Atsumu, all fond and in love, and he smiled. “Darling boy,” he murmured and extended his hand out for him. 

Atsumu whined softly as he nuzzled against the peach-smelling hand. He placed his cheek on Kiyoomi’s palm and looked up once again. Kiyoomi felt himself twitch in his pants. 

“I kind of want to punish you for what happened at the bar,” Kiyoomi told him. “Should I?” Atsumu sighed. 

“Whatever ya think would be fittin’, Omi-kun,” Atsumu whispered, nuzzling into his palm a little more. Kiyoomi frowned at the sudden urge to squish Atsumu's cheeks and just love on him aggressively. Atsumu kissed his palm, and then his wrist. His tongue poked sweetly at each mole dotted on Kiyoomi’s arm. 

“Not a punishment, but service,” Kiyoomi said, deciding on the spot. “Punishing you doesn’t sound right when you pulled back.” Atsumu nodded enthusiastically. 

“Ya know I’m all for servicin’, Omi-kun,” Atsumu murmured. “Love servicin’ ya know it.” He bit on the meat of Kiyoomi’s forearm gently. “Can I love on ya? Please?” Kiyoomi let out a soft hum-like moan in response. Atsumu extended his hands to grab Kiyoomi’s waist, thumbs rubbing the skin gently, and pulled him on his lap. 

Kiyoomi nudged Atsumu’s nose with his, lips brushing against each other. Atsumu leaned forward and in, letting their bare chests touch, and kissed Kiyoomi’s chin. 

“How do ya want me, baby?” He asked, peppering kisses along the long line of Kiyoomi’s neck. Kiyoomi hummed, losing himself a little in Atsumu’s sweet kisses. Kiyoomi’s hands found their ways into Atsumu’s hair, grabbing a handful and using the leverage to pull him in even more. Atsumu moaned against his skin. Kiyoomi shivered. “Omi? Baby? Talk t’me, huh?” 

Kiyoomi whined. “Kiss me all over,” he breathed. His resolve from earlier was crumbling quickly. Initially, he planned to take charge, to make Atsumu whine and desperate so that he’d know what would wait for him if he ever let someone flirt with him, but right now, he was practically putty in Atsumu’s clever fingers and loving lips. 

“Whatever my King says,” Atsumu whispered and captured his lips in a filthy, passionate kiss. Moaning, Kiyoomi threw his arms around Atsumu, grinding his hips down on the hardness forming resting against his ass, and returned his kiss just as passionately. Atsumu let out a small gasp. His hands immediately grabbed Kiyoomi’s ass to squeeze and help him move. 

“My God, Omi-kun,” Atsumu panted as Kiyoomi’s dick rubbed against his. “Yer so sexy, such a little feisty thin’ in my arms…” He dove right back in for another kiss and swallowed Kiyoomi’s moan happily. Atsumu flipped their position, finally having Kiyoomi under him, he rested his groin against Kiyoomi’s already hard dick and ground down deep. 

“Fuck, Atsu!” Kiyoomi groaned. Atsumu felt like roaring with the sound and the way his name fell from his beloved’s lips. Grumbling a little to himself, he practically ripped Kiyoomi’s pants off of his body, revealing the gorgeous sight to his hungry eyes. His honey-colored eyes took in the length of his pretty legs, appreciated the muscle covering his body, and his lips tingled with the urge to kiss each mole.

“Goddamn, baby, yer so damn pretty, so gorgeous,” Atsumu mumbled as he dropped his head to kiss his chest, to twirl his tongue on his nipple. Kiyoomi took in a sharp breath at the sensation. “Sometimes I can’t believe that I gotchu in my bed, have you kissin’ and lovin’ me sweetly every day.” He nipped Kiyoomi’s collarbones, biting his way down to the V of his abdomen. “‘m such a lucky bastard, dunno what I did to deserve ya…” 

“Atsu…” Kiyoomi sighed. His hands messed Atsumu’s hair more, fingers tangling with the soft curls. “Atsu, please?” Atsumu groaned in defeat against Kiyoomi’s skin. His lips pressed a kiss right over his hard dick, nose nuzzling against the nicely groomed dark curls at the base of his erection. Kiyoomi’s breath hitched when Atsumu’s hot breath hit his sensitive dick, making it jump and twitch for attention. 

Humming, Atsumu grabbed a hold of Kiyoomi’s dick, pumping it once, twice and three times before rubbing his thumb on the tip to smear the precum collected there. Kiyoomi moaned, thrusted his hips up and spread his legs even more. Atsumu settled between his sweetheart’s slender yet strong thighs, giving kisses to each inner thigh, covering them up with soft bite marks. Kiyoomi moved his hips again, silently begging Atsumu to get on with it. 

Atsumu smirked. “Ay, a’right,” he murmured and closed his lips around Kiyoomi’s hard dick. Kiyoomi’s gasp-mixed-moan echoed in the bedroom. Atsumu took a breath from his nose and slid more of Kiyoomi in his mouth. His throat closed tightly around Kiyoomi, moving each time Atsumu swallowed or hummed or moaned. Bobbing his head up and down, soon, Atsumu was giving Kiyoomi the sloppiest blowjob he had ever had. 

“Atsu,” Kiyoomi was saying. “Atsu, Atsu, Atsu, fuck!” Tears were rolling down his cheeks and wetting the duvet under his body. The sweat was covering every inch of his skin, making it look shiny and so damn lickable in Atsumu’s eyes. Pulling off of Kiyoomi’s dick, Atsumu mouthed Kiyoomi’s balls without giving him a second to complain. “Shit─ If you do that, I’ll─ Atsumu!” Biting down very gently, Atsumu sucked. Kiyoomi’s chest curled off the bed, closed over Atsumu’s head, as he came on Atsumu’s face. Sticky ropes of come covered Atsumu’s pretty face, and honestly, Kiyoomi felt like he could die and die happy. 

“Damn, sweetheart,” Atsumu husked, voice slightly raspy from the blowjob he just gave him. He rose up on his knees on the bed, between Kiyoomi’s thighs, and stroked his own cock. Kiyoomi blinked away the sudden exhaustion and curled and moved his body until he was face to face with Atsumu’s cock. “Omi?” Kiyoomi kissed his thighs. “Baby, ya don’t hav’to. ‘s me servicin’ ya, remember?”

Kiyoomi made a sound of complaint and took his cock in his mouth, deep in throat, in one go. Atsumu sowre loudly, and his hands grabbed Kiyoomi’s shoulders as something to hold on. 

Kiyoomi wasn’t a big fan of giving blowjobs. He knew how filthy men were; some were too lazy to clean their junk, or some were straight up did not care if they were clean or not. So, Kiyoomi always avoided giving blowjobs. It did not mean that he was bad at it, though. With his non-existent gag reflex, Kiyoomi actually didn’t mind having a cock deep in his throat, wrecking it as it fucked his throat on the verge of slightly too much. 

With Atsumu coming into his life, Kiyoomi’s view at blowjobs had changed drastically. Even though Atsumu came across as someone who was lazy and didn’t mind leaving his shit around and maybe clean his space once in a week, he was oddly very clean and organized. He was one of those who was organized in chaos. His shit was scattered all around, yes, but it was weirdly very collected at the same time. It was hard to explain, but overall, Atsumu was clean. Kiyoomi could also make sure of that, so he did not mind Atsumu mind and back blowing blowjobs. 

Like right now. 

“Omi,” Atsumu moaned. His head was thrown back, his strong neck exposed and hair flopped back at the motion, and his eyes were closed as he felt his orgasm approaching rather quickly. “Omi, fuck, baby, ‘m gonna come…” Sighing and moaning, Atsumu’s hands tightened on Kiyoomi’s shoulders, blunt nails digging into the porcelain skin. “Kiyoomi, fuck!” Thrusting his cock even deeper into Kiyoomi’s mouth, Atsumu came. Kiyoomi’s throat massaged Atsumu’s cock sweetly as he swallowed all the come Atsumu had given him. 

Kiyoomi pulled off, licking Atsumu’s cock clean with kitten-like licks.Atsumu’s cock twitched tiredly, but Atsumu knew he could go again if he were to be given five to ten minutes. 

“Omi-baby,” Atsumu breathed. His warm and large hand cradled Kiyoomi’s cheek, lifting his head up and pulling his dangerous lips away from Atsumu’s poor cock, he smiled down at him. “Yer so goddamn pretty,  Omi-kun,” he whispered. Kiyoomi hummed and nuzzled into Atsumu’s palm. 

Leaning in, Atsumu kissed Kiyoomi, spit and come be damned. He could taste himself, but he didn’t mind. Kissing Kiyoomi was his priority. Kiyoomi hummed into the kiss and brought a hand to cradle Atsumu’s face. His thumb stroked Atsumu’s cheek, brow and temple, and then his hand moved to his hair. Fingers tangling in the curls once again, Kiyoomi pulled them back harshly, making Atsumu gasp.

“Let some other guy touch you like that, and I’ll turn your cock blue, Miya, you understand me?” Atsumu gasped once again, cock twitching at the dark tone in Kiyoomi’s voice. “You were so oblivious to his flirting… You just kept accepting his drinks…” He pulled on his hair a little more. “Not again, okay?” Kiyoomi rose up to his knees to make their faces level. “You’re mine and only mine. Got that?” 

Atsumu hummed. “Yes, baby,” he whispered. “Yes, I’m yours, only yours, will never be anyone’s.” Kiyoomi watched him for a couple seconds and let go of his hair. Atsumu let out a breath, and then he immediately tackled Kiyoomi against the bed, trapping him between his body and the duvet. “Mark me,” he begged. “Omi-baby, mark me, let them know ‘m yours, please.” 

Kiyoomi’s eyes glazed over at the request. “You’re threading into the dangerous waters, Miya,” he said. 

“Don’t care as long as I gotchu with me,” Atsumu murmured against Kiyoomi’s skin. “It’s you, baby, I’ll face any danger for ya.” Kiyoomi blinked. 

“God, you’re fucking cheesy,” Kiyoomi grumbled, but his heart was making flips in its cage. Atsumu grinned happily. “You mean it?” Atsumu nodded. “Can I mark you in any way?” Atsumu nodded again. “Don’t come crying to me when you regret your choices.” 

Atsumu’s grin widened. “Never, Kiyoomi.” Kiyoomi kissed him on the lips. 

“You better fucking mean it.” 

───

And mean it, he did.

When Kiyoomi found a way to marry him, getting his ring tattooed on his ring finger, Atsumu did not complain at all. He happily, a little too happily maybe, accepted the proposal, the ring and the tattoo. 

Kiyoomi left a huge hickey on his neck, anyway. 

Atsumu took that without complaint, too, and showed it off without an ounce of shame. 

“My love and pride,” he called it when people asked him what it was. 

Kiyoomi was too busy trying not to blush at his words to care enough about anything else. 

#sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu #miya atsumu x sakusa kiyoomi #sakuatsu #skts #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fanfic #atsumu x kiyoomi #little jealousy never hurt nobody

[heretherebedork]

Waltzing at a wedding with your boyfriend has never been more beautiful or meaningful.

#last twilight #last twilight series #mhok x day #last twilight the series #mork x day #mhokday #bl waltzing #last twilight bl #mohkday #ltts #thai bl #thai drama #thai series #thaibl #bl drama #bl series #asian lgbtq dramas #asianlgbtqdramas #thai bl series #thai bl drama #gmmtv #gmmtv series #gmmtv bl #gmmtv boys

[chaoscheebs]

So I've gotten into visual novels a bit more recently, do you have any recommendations? I've been a gamer all my life but vns are kind of a blind spot for me. Maybe some of the more popular ones on the DS and a handful of PC ones are about all I know.

Most of the ones I've played are adult ones (i.e. have sex scenes in them), but I can give some recs if that's not an issue.

All Ages:

-Jack Jeanne for the Switch is a really solid one and for something that includes hiding the protag's gender (she's in an all-boys school for theater), it doesn't fall into weird/horny tropes about it? Like no "oh no someone walked into me changing oh me oh my" nonsense, for example. Plus there's some characters that read very trans/gender non-conforming and I am living for it.

It's very slice-of-life, very pretty, and if you like/can work with stat-building dating sims and the rhythm game sections, I'd recommend it!

Guys Who Like Ladies (not all-ages):

--Princess Waltz is like my favorite VN of all time, it's so fucking good. It's about this (seemingly) normal dude who ends up entangled in this other magical world's tournament to pick a bride for the prince of a country in said other world, and boy howdy for something that is aimed at straight male audiences it is REALLY GAY (affectionate/positive).

The main "girl"? The prince. Who reallyreally comes off as a trans dude. It is awesome.

There's all sorts of cool fights, girls in cool/cute outfits, the "token loli" acts her actual age and is probably one of the most mature of the lot (god i love Suzushiro), it has Lun-Lun, the second best proper girl, yaoi fangirls, and a cute lil' dragon man.

I will provide a quick warning tho': it contains (accidental, they had NO IDEA beforehand) incest, potential adoptive sibling banging, and depending on how you see Chris, potentially misgendering. :c

If you can get past that, tho', it's fantastic and has a bangin' soundtrack.

--9-nine is a urban fantasy-ish multiverse-spanning mystery series in 5 parts: 4 for each girl and one extra epilogue game that wraps up the loose ends nicely. It also contains cool action scenes, has a great cast of characters, and even makes a Wild Arms 2 reference, which cements it in my heart forever.

Each game is a route, and while you could skip one and still get the story (and you might want to, one of the games focuses on the protag's main full-blooded sister who, uh, yeah, they eventually bang), but each part connects to the next and gives you more information to piece together, and it all comes together wonderfully. ;A;

Also, the male lead has a face, is voiced, and has a personality, which is a rare triple-crown in the VN world when it comes to het-focus stuff.

9-nine also has an "all-ages" cut, which can be found on Steam, if that makes a difference.

QUEER SHIT FUCK YEAH:

--Ne no Kami is a yuri VN which is in two parts (with a loosely-connected "prequel" that is plot-light called Sacrament of the Zodiac and has a successor plot-heavy series that has one part out called Watamari, all of which are yuri stores) and IT. IS. SO. FUCKING. GOOD. It and Princess Waltz battle for my heart for the number 1 spot.

The protag is a "normal" girl named Len, who gets drawn into this secret war against the ayakashi thanks to a mix of her childhood friend coming back into her life and her parents up and disappearing on her, and it gets... the actual images are never graphic in the violence sense, but it gets a bit brutal in the fight scenes. Which fucking rule.

It's a good balance of slice of life and battles (and girls kissing other girls of course) and the music fucking rules.

There is also an "all-ages" cut on Steam.

--No,Thank You!! is a BL VN, and it is also really good, but really fucking heavy and I have to give several caveats before recommending it. There is references to (and at least one on-screen instance of) rape, references to in-universe snuff films, non-consensual body modification to the point of body horror, drugs, and child trafficking, tho' everything mentioned past the rape is never shown on-screen.

If your can get past all that, you're in for a wild fucking ride. Haru is the (openly bi!!!!!) protagonist, who seemingly got amnesia in an accident saving this middle-aged man, and so the middle aged man, who is the protag of his own story that's interwoven in the background as he searches for his missing son and dips his toes into some Serious Shit(tm) as a result, sees to it that Haru has shelter and a job until he recovers.

Also, yakuza and a secret underground society that does Seriously Fucked-Up Shit(tm) are all interwoven into the plot, especially the latter.

Also Hiroyuki is best boy I make the rules.

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Anyway, that should be a pretty good starter kit. I'd also throw in Yume Miru Kusuri, which is a more grounded in realism story, but also it's really meta and not a good starter VN (... although it was MY starter VN, please give me a route for the canon gay dude in a fan disc I am begging you). It also. Um. Deals with heavy subjects (bullying, drug use...). So maybe see how you feel about these before that.

#chibi rambles #visual novels #you would think i would play more otome games because female mcs but no i am just that gay #if my protag is not smooching a girl i am not interested (unless it's bl)

[panncakes]

*taps mic* not enough bls have romantic waltzes in them

#do something about it cowards

[legendaryrooftopscene]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

this is a great question for someone who can retain memories of things they like lol but yes, i will answer it anyway! in no particular order because i simply cannot make myself decide further. this is also hard because I tend to enjoy characters in groups or pairs, with the dynamics between them driving my interest more than individuals (i have noted at the end of each one which dynamics I enjoy about this character with other characters)

Luxa from the Underland Chronicles (book series): she's a queen (literal), she's a bitch (affectionate), she's all of 12 years old and ruling an entire underground nation by herself with only her sworn-companion giant bat to help her. She's smart and competent and a little arrogant (traits you will see pop up multiple times in this list) and everything I wanted to be as an 8 year old. Now, as an adult, I want to wrap her in blanket and keep her safe. (Dynamics I enjoy: platonic soulmates with her bat Aurora; annoyances-to-friends-to-cannot-be-in-love with Gregor)

Dean from Until We Meet Again (Thai BL): if one of my favorite character types is smart/competent/arrogant, the other archetype I love is stoic, gentle, and a little awkward. Dean has this down to a science. He loves Pharm in such a simple, breathtaking way. He has a complex relationship with his own past life (I get the feeling that Pharm would get along well with Intouch, but Dean would always resent Korn, at least a little). He's a good friend and a good brother, even if it doesn't seem like it at first glance. He's got a dumb sense of humor, too, but he passes it off with stoicism. (Dynamics I enjoy: with his soulmate Pharm; with his own past life Korn; with his best friend/annoyance Win)

Tankhun from Kinnporsche (Thai BL): my darling Tankhun! No one has suffered more than him. I love how blatant and fearless he is in his fragility, as if he's daring the world to try to hurt him again. He's the eldest brother but he had to give up his role and his authority for his own recovery, so he has to allow Kinn to take care of his business for him. If his trauma hadn't happened, I know he would have been the most feared mafioso in all of Bangkok. (Dynamics I enjoy: his best friends Arm and Pol are hired by his father to be his bodyguards; his brothers who he went from caring for to being cared for by)

Nott the Brave/Veth Brenatto from Critical Role (Real play D&D campaign): She waltzed into my heart and stole all the buttons from my cardigan. She's a goblin who hates herself but actually she's a halfing who was cursed to be a goblin and she still hates herself. She's self-destructive but extremely skilled and so so protective of her best friend and (platonic???) soulmate Caleb. She has a kid and she doesn't really love being a mother but she does love her son so much. I think she would be improved with a divorce but that's a controversial opinion i guess (Dynamics I enjoy: the completely unexplainable bond she has with Caleb--is it platonic? is it romantic? is it sexual?? i think it's all of it?? they kissed on the mouth and the fandom pretends it never happened wtf. Also her relationship with fellow chaos-creator, jester).

Kyo from Fruits Basket (manga, anime): Kyo is so angry and pathetic and he belongs in my pocket. he's the most cursed person in a family of cursed people, he's got an inferiority complex that fuels his entire character arc despite being very competent at the things he does, he loves passionately and silently and cannot be convinced that he's worth the love others give to him. (Dynamics I enjoy: with Tohru, the girl who loves him and whose love he doesn't feel he can accept; with Yuki, the rival he hates but wants to be like more than anything; with Akito, the god who hates him)

Andrew Minyard from All For the Game (book series): like Tankhun, he's unapologetic about how he deals with his trauma. Is it healthy, how he's dealing with it? not even a little. but he's fully focused on his own healing and on protecting the few things he considers to be precious to him and I greatly admire that. And yes, I do love it when characters get to go violently apeshit in defense of their loved ones. He committed first degree murder and it's simply considered not a big deal by the narrative-- correctly so. (Dynamics I enjoy: with his twin whom he would (and did) kill for but otherwise just kind of ignores; his feelings for Neil which cannot be simplified into a word as meaningless as "love").

Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet (movie): tiny baby me looked at Jim with his rat-tail undercut, his complex relationship with his parents, his misunderstood bad-boy nature, and his drive to be a small part of something big and went "oh worm?". I've been slowly rotating him in my mind since then. (Dynamics I enjoy: cool teen who loves his mom but doesn't want to show it; the morally-ambiguous pirate who became a pseudo-father to him on accident)

Rose Tyler from Doctor Who (tv series): tumblr loves her so I don't have to explain, surely. But I will. She's 19 and brave and powerful and determined and somewhat of a shitty person but again as I said, 19 years old. and she has an unspeakably old and powerful alien wrapped around her finger. iconic. (Dynamics I enjoy: her whole thing with Nine and Jack, plus how different things are with her and Ten)

Thorin Oakenshield from the Hobbit (book/movie): stoic, awkward, honorable, arrogant... this was a character invented in a test tube to appeal to me. Banished king who worked as a smith to support his nephews and lead his people as best he can. Beautiful singing voice. Went mad and redeemed himself in death. He lives on in my heart (and au fanfiction). (Dynamics I enjoy: with his best friend and right-hand man Dwalin; with Bilbo for Bagginshield reasons clearly)

Parker from Leverage (tv series): she's soooooooooo everything to me. Competent, smart, autistic as hell, lives in the vents and has two partners (let's not quibble about if they're smoochin, we all know they are) who love her so much. she takes down criminals while being a criminal herself. (Dynamics I enjoy: with her boyfriend Hardison who very carefully courted her; with Eliot who is not her boyfriend and not her friend but who understands her on a deeper level than anyone else; with Sophie and Nate who trained her to be a leader and a mastermind)

This was very fun to write out, thank you for asking me this!!

#original #not really tagging any of these fandoms #again thanks for asking this! it was just nice to be able to type out some of my thoughts about my all-time favorites

[telomeke]

5 Songs Tag - QL Shows Edition

I was tagged by @recentadultburnout and am excited to play along; thanks for tagging me! 🥰

Before going further, I should clarify that @colourme-feral also tagged me on a different musical tag game, and I was just about to respond to that when this one came in. So am combining my responses for that one with this one as well; hope y'all don't mind! 😚💖

Credit to @troubled-mind for starting this off with their post linked here. 😍

Here are the rules:

When you get this, list 5 songs from the Asian QL shows that you actually listen to. 🎶They do not have to be custom-made for the series. 🎶Non-western tracks only. Let's support Asian music and languages! 🎶Feel free to tag anyone who may be interested in participating. 🎶Add #5qls tag to your post for others to find the new favourites!

But I'm going to bend the rules a bit because I can't stick with just five. Here are my choices (extra details for the top five, and the more unusual ones listed after):

1. 遠い国/Tooi kuni sung by Ueno Daiki (上野大樹) – the closing theme to Bokura no Shokutaku (Our Dining Table)

This gently lilting song perfectly captures the essence of the hesitant, winsome waltz between Yutaka and Minoru as they orbit ever-closer to each other around radiant little Tane-kun in this heartwarming gem of a series. I can't listen to it without the tears welling up, sentimental fool that I am. The laidback time-signature (a somewhat unusual choice) and hauntingly plaintive key changes really set this one apart. If you'd like a glimpse into the meaning of the lyrics, @isaksbestpillow has a post linked here that translates them into English – the lines are poetically indirect and yet still find some way to pluck at your heartstrings in new and unexpected ways, just like the show itself.

Although the tempo is different, I find this song reminds me so much of the theme to the 70s family series The Waltons, with its old-timey 3-4 (or is it 6-8?) vibes of nostalgia and home truths being shared over steaming bowls of homecooked goodness (also calling to mind Yutaka and Minoru's meaningful exchanges during their many simple but oh-so-delicious meals together).

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2. เพลงที่เพิ่งเขียนจบ (Our Song) sung by Nanon Korapat – PatPran's theme in Bad Buddy Series

Nanon isn't one I would call a gifted singer, but his schoolboy tenor and unembellished vocal delivery suit the simple message of this piece really well. It's an unassuming little love song that sweetly encapsulates Bad Buddy's Episode 11 storyline and the theme of living the truth of your love (and by extension that of your identity too) without any need for great flourishes or grandiosity to glamorize the picture; you and your truth are enough, no matter what you may think or what others may tell you. (More write-up linked here.) 💖

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3. พรุ่งนี้ (Tomorrow) sung by Ford Arun – the closing theme for Moonlight Chicken

A quiet, hope-filled ballad that softly reminds us (as Moonlight Chicken did) how life will always be fraught with struggle, disappointment, sadness, bereavement and mistakes – and despite it all, the dawning of each new day is also an opportunity to cast off the burdens placed on us yesterday and reshape the present and the future in any way that we wish. We are more than just the sum of our past missteps, and we can find our way to a life of fulfilment when we move forward beyond the shadows of our immediate despair. Ford's rendition, set against an end-of-year Christmas backdrop, tenderly nudges us with the message that whatever it is (within reason) that we seek – happiness, purpose, love – the promise of it is wrapped up in the days to come, and is always ours to take and make real.

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4. รักติดไซเรน (Love Siren) sung by Ice Paris and Pearwah Nichaphat – from My Ambulance

My Ambulance isn't strictly a QL but it has a BL side couple played by Billkin and PP Krit, so I'm counting this one in (also because it's a relentlessly feel-good and catchy confection, everything you want in a breezy pop song). Everyone's really pretty, and you can spot some familiar faces dancing back-up. I've watched this so many times I immediately recognized the filming location when it popped up in Our Skyy 2 x A Tale of Thousand Stars and Be My Favorite. (Don't understand the unnecessary toilet break at timestamp 3.27 though. 🤷‍♂️)

Almost forgot to add the multilingual version – if you've not seen this before, get ready to have your mind boggled at the different languages they sing in, and maybe watch out for your own to make an appearance: 👀😍

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5. ไหล่เธอ (You’ve Got Ma Back) sung by Fourth Nattawat, Ford Arun, Satang Kittiphop and Winny Thanawin – from My School President

A cheery teen anthem to togetherness and the support of friendships, very much like My School President itself. You can't help smiling and singing along because you know it's all about positivity and living worry-free when those around you care and protect you too.

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And for the also-rans – these are not in any way inferior (some are even arguably superior musically), but they're not up above simply because they don't have as heavy a rotation on my playlist (and I'm listing them here to spread awareness): 🤩

ไม่ยอม (Be Mine) from TharnType, the Kaownah version (very strong melodically, and this performance converted me into a fan of Kaownah who's excellent here; the song, singer and actor deserve to be associated with a better series).

รักคุณยิ่งกว่าใคร (I Love You More Than Anyone), from Cutie Pie 2 You, sung by NuNew Chawarin (hopelessly, somewhat ironically and unapologetically cheesy, this paean to the pageantry of Thai country music or luk thung is so joyful I can't help loving every jangly, bedazzled melisma; I love it as much as the Build Jakapan cover and the Got Jakrapun original – all so addictive, like too‑sweet candy).

คนที่เสียใจคงไม่ใช่เธอ (The One Who Will Be Sorry Is Probably Not You) – theme from Bad Romance The Series (amazingly this works either as the hard-driving original replete with wailing guitars and screamy rock-god vocals by Pete Pitipong, or the soft ballad cover by Tul Pakorn – both have a grip on my heart).

The theme to KinnPorsche by Slot Machine – this is like the theme to Bad Romance but with no brakes at all, racing to the cliff edge and you don't care; with soaring, almost operatic vocals and a relentlessly pounding rhythm that shifts unsettlingly offbeat midway, the Thai original (เพียงไว้ใจ/Just Trust) is already so many kinds of amazing, but the English version (appropriately titled Freefall) is surprisingly not only more than credible, it also screams primally with lyrics that embody the full-blooded, breathless, all-stakes-committed rush of KinnPorsche's action sequences and darker dramatic moments (when the series wasn't unfortunately tripping over its own shoelaces or galumphing about in a clown car).

นิทานพันดาว (Theme to A Tale of Thousand Stars) – but it's the Torfun version sung by Aye Sarunchana that's won me over. 💖

ฟัง (Listen) from My School President, sung by Lookwa Pijika, Fourth Nattawat, Ford Arun, Satang Kittiphop and Winny Thanawin – you can give this treatise on love so many readings, but my favorite is when it incarnates the love that Mrs. Ratchanee has for her little Gun of a son; the original by Sin Tosaporn Achawanuntakul (featuring โอม Cocktail) isn't half bad either, with the music video also dallying with LGBTQ+ themes, but Winny absolutely does a better job of the bridge in the MSP cover.

คิด(แต่ไม่)ถึง [Same Page?] by Tilly Birds – not too sure this counts as a song from the world of QL because it was only in the original, not-quite-canon Bad Buddy trailer but not in the series itself (except for the one line Pat sings on the terrace of his apartment during his Ep.12 drinking game with Pran); still I'm including it because it's an aural experience like no other, starting out hollow, off-kilter and dissonant before its various polyphonies interweave into a delightfully solid pop song.

Inwza by Panpan Yeeyee – once again, not sure this counts as a song from QL but the made-up word Inwza (not so much the song itself) was mentioned as part of Pat's chat ID in Bad Buddy Ep.1 (significance explained here); nonetheless looking up the word got me connected to this wistful little synth-heavy indie pop number that makes for a refreshingly quirky listen.

เพื่อนเล่น ไม่เล่นเพื่อน (Just Being Friendly) – the My School President version by Fourth Nattawat, Ford Arun and Satang Kittiphop is just as good as (and maybe even slightly better than?) the original by Tilly Birds featuring Milli, but this flawless mashup of the MSP version with NuNew's is also amazing and I rotate between all three. No favorites here; all so boppy and guaranteed to bring a smile to your face. 😍

เลี้ยงส่ง (Farewell Party) by So Cool – this is what Pran references during Bad Buddy's Ep.12 drinking game as the first song he learnt the chords to; totally old-school (dates from 2005) and makes me think of a pre-teen Pran struggling to learn guitar, practising the chords on a song that was already a Thai rock classic at the time.

Stand by หล่อ by New Country – this wasn't in any QL as far as I can tell but the MSP boys performed it in their Prom Night concert and Bas Asavapatr also confirmed having danced to it during one of the Be On Cloud games, so I'm including it because it's so infernally catchy, has roots in Thai luk thung, and the dance video is really SHINee-slick.

Tagging @pandasmagorica, @isaksbestpillow, @colourme-feral, @dudeyuri, @ranchthoughts...

...@chickenstrangers, @lurkingteapot, @airenyah, @dribs-and-drabbles and anyone else who wants to play along. Apologies if you've already been tagged!

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[placetneplacet]

This waltzing craze is the greatest thing to happen to BL and I want it to never end…

#my school president #our skyy x my school president #SoundWin

[firstkanaphans]

Watching school president and never let me go and the trailer for the next prince..... Seems like ballroom dancing is becoming the latest BL trope and I am absolutely Here for it

It wasn’t on my 2023 bingo card, for sure, but I’m not complaining. We’ve only gotten the romantic variety so far, though, and what I really want is the kind of ballroom dancing where they’re standing chest to chest, staring into each other’s eyes, and you can tell that all they really want to do is rip each other’s clothes off. If it’s not giving Queen Clarisse and Joe from The Princess Diaries, I don’t want it.

But even then it’s going to be hard to beat TinnGun’s poolside waltz. Gun straight-up was not even wearing clothes. Tinn’s out here proving every single day that he’s God’s strongest soldier.

#(slowly coming to the realization that The Next Prince might be a Princess Diaries AU) #my school president #asks