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[CN] MLQC Lucien's "Wicked" Date English Translation (Part 1/2)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

"The wicked are always clear-headed; they see the emptiness after the revelry, the dynamics after the financial feast, the dealings after the battlefield smoke clear."

"...The wicked toy with the era, revel in the era, and above the era."

"Are you interested in such a role, Miss?"

Translation under the cut!

[T/N: I don't want to ruin the immersion too much so I'll put some T/N and Trivias here lol]

huài rén (坏人) in English is typically translated as "bad person" or "villain" It typically refers to someone who illegally uses violence or deception to seize others' property or even their lives. However, on this date, I’ll translate the word as “wicked” considering the context of this date and all lol. Special thanks to @/perhaps-in-anotherdream for suggesting this word <3

"ài rén" (爱人) and "qíng rén" (情人) both refer to a romantic partner or a lover in Chinese, but there is a subtle difference in their usage.

ài rén (爱人): This term generally means "spouse" or "life partner" and is typically translated as "husband"/"wife". It emphasizes a deep emotional connection and often implies a committed, long-term relationship a.k.a marriage.

qíng rén(情人): This term translates to "lover" in English and is more associated with the romantic and passionate aspects of a relationship. This term is broader and can refer to a lover or someone with whom you have a romantic or intimate relationship. It's a more general term for a romantic partner and doesn't necessarily imply marriage.

This date is set somewhere in New York City in the 1920s. Which why Lucien impliedly mentioned war/a "battlefield" (refer to WW I), there's alcohol prohibition going on (Prohibition era that lasted from 1920 to 1933), and MC mentioned the Golden Age (The Roaring Twenties)

[Part 1]

Director: Miss MC, have you had any prior experience in acting?

MC: Yes, I have... a bit.

Director: Are you sure?

The director leans back in the chair, impatiently tapping the script on the table.

Director: Not only did you misread the lines just now, but the few steps you took to the staircase were also awkward…

Director: Miss, the acting experience you mentioned wasn't just playing house with your female classmates in school, was it?

A burst of laughter erupts on the set, and I find myself feeling embarrassed amidst the laughter, my nose tingling with a hint of sourness.

Director: Alright, alright. I've seen plenty of girls like you who work as restaurant waitresses.

Director: Dreaming of becoming a female star just because you've seen a few movie posters in Times Square.

MC: Hold on, Mr. Director, I wasn't dreaming, I just…!

Director: Next!

I'm about to argue, but the staff unceremoniously stops me, signaling me to leave.

More auditioners with heavy makeup are surging forward, pushing me to the outside of the door.

MC: ….Hmph! Why does he look down on female waitresses!

I angrily kick the door frame. Despite the annoyance and frustration, there's an inexplicable hint of happiness in my heart.

——Even though the audition went haywire; if the director didn't see through my "restaurant waitress" facade, does it mean my acting skills aren't that bad after all?

MC: So, it's the director's lack of judgment. Why should he say I lack acting skills!

[T/N: Basically, MC just realized that due to the director's preconceived stereotype about waitresses, he might unfairly judge her during the acting audition.]

???: Indeed, in my opinion, Miss has great acting talent.

A sudden male voice startles me, I turn around and find a gentleman wearing a long trench coat.

He gives me a friendly smile. I recognize his face and realize who he is.

MC: You are... the scriptwriter sitting next to the director!

Lucien: Yes, you can call me Lucien.

Lucien: I just watched your audition, and I feel that Miss might simply not have found her true role.

MC: True role?

My puzzled expression earns a light chuckle from Lucien. Surprisingly, I don't sense any mockery in his laughter.

Lucien: Mm... the character in this play is quite theatrical in her actions, yet there are many delicate monologues. Therefore, it requires an experienced actress to handle it within a short time.

Lucien: For newcomers like you, I do have a role in my next project that you can give a try, would you like to try it out?

MC: What role is it?

Neon lights spread across the gradually thickening night, and the latest jazz music faintly sounds in my ears.

Lucien's gaze hides behind the lenses, making it difficult for me to discern his emotions. I can only see his lips that's full of interest.

Lucien: An aristocratic young lady from an old manor house who has stumbled into the world's most prosperous metropolis.

I pause for a breath half-step step back. It takes a good while before I manage to force a smile.

MC: ....Why do you think I'm suitable for such a role?

Lucien: If I say it's intuition, would you believe me, Miss?

Lucien pushes up his glasses, his tone becoming serious.

Lucien: The awkwardness during your audition, the somewhat old-fashioned and reserved demeanor when wanting to argue with the director, and the expectant light in your eyes when faced with something new…

Lucien: Exactly like the noblewoman I envisioned.

MC: ….

The way he describes this noblewoman, why does it sound like she's a bit silly? I pout.

MC: Such a role doesn't seem very interesting, does it?

MC: Nowadays, what everyone wants to see is a more adventurous and trendy movie story. The "noblewoman" is already outdated.

Lucien: Miss, do you feel that my character isn't popular enough?

MC: Ah, that's not what I meant…

MC: I wasn't doubting your professional writing skills, I was just analyzing the trends of this era.

Lucien: Now, that sounds more like it.

I take a deep breath and glare at Lucien. Only then does he retract his smile and give me a slight bow.

Lucien: Are you upset? Allow me to apologize for my presumption. I'm sorry.

Lucien: I can tell you're a woman with a lot of ideas. I should have sought your input first rather than imposing my own framework on you.

Lucien: So, what kind of role would you like to play?

...He's indeed a strange man.

I'm not a fool; I can certainly sense that this man named Lucien has a lot to say, but it seems like he finds me amusing and was teasing me.

But that last sentence, I can tell that it's sincere.

Faced with an honest person, a truthful response is in order. My curled up fingers run over the fringe of my skirt.

MC: I... don't want to play a role.

MC: I just want to find myself.

[Part 2]

=Flashback Start=

MC: Just tell that young master whose name I can't even remember, that I've got smallpox, malaria, and tuberculosis, and I'm about to drop dead!

MC: Let's see if he still wants to marry me!

As soon as the words left my mouth, a commotion erupted in the hall. Even the usually gentle butler, who had watched me grow up, furrowed his brow.

Butler: Miss, the words you're uttering right now are far from ladylike. Besides, it's not respectable for a woman to break off an engagement; you'd bring shame to the family's honor…

MC: It's not the Middle Ages, who still believes in that nonsense?

MC: If I don't pursue my own worth in this golden age, what's the point of engaging in some political marriage? That's when my life would truly be ruined!

I understand that my words were harsh, but I also knew that I couldn't make any concessions at this moment.

The first twenty years of my life were already trapped in this estate. I don't want the latter half of my life to be spent in some secluded castle with some old-fashioned young master.

With this in mind, a plan gradually took shape in my heart.

I took a deep breath, straightened my back, and tried hard to appear more composed.

MC: Not breaking off the engagement is also fine. I remember our family has a property on Long Island. I'd like to move there for a while.

Seeing my tone easing, the butler had no choice but to go along with my suggestion.

Butler: Moving is possible, but how long does Miss plan to stay?

MC: Since you mentioned that it's not respectable for the woman to break off the engagement, then I'll stay until the gentleman is willing to call it off.

[Trivia: It's important to remember that the United States does not have a system of hereditary nobility. So MC and her fiance are likely from Europe and went to America for reasons that'll be revealed on this date; whether explicitly or impliedly~]

=Flashback End=

I've been living on Long Island for some time now.

I originally thought that leaving the secluded manor and coming to the world's most bustling city would allow me to smoothly launch my career.

Once I have my own reputation and capital just like those successful women in the newspapers, marriage won't be able to confine me.

-But my plan keeps hitting obstacles.

It's a place where one can strike gold everywhere, but the skills and courage required for "striking gold" seem to be something I completely lack.

Coming for this audition today was simply an attempt to find something I could do for myself.

MC: Perhaps being an actress isn't suitable for me either…

Lucien: Ah, what are you saying?

MC: Nothing.

I lift my head and point to the girls still auditioning in the hall, indicating them to Lucien.

MC: Mr. Lucien, our conversation reminded me of the original intention I had when coming here.

MC: The role I want to play may not be in your script.

MC: If you need actresses, go talk to them, you might find someone more suitable.

Lucien: ….

Lucien shows a surprised expression for the first time, then he squints his eyes slightly.

Lucien: (chuckles) There won't be anyone more suitable than you.

Lucien takes two steps toward me, his figure almost engulfing mine.

The scent emanating from his collar isn't the strong perfume popular in this era; rather, it resembles the ink's subtle fragrance in my grandfather's study.

Perhaps because this fragrance is so gentle and familiar, I don't shy away even though this isn't an appropriate social distance at this moment.

Lucien: I can sense the lady's ambition, what you truly want to play isn't a role on the screen but rather…

Lucien's voice is low and enticing, I can't help but look up and gaze into his eyes.

Lucien: The wicked who can dominate this era.

The wicked?

To be honest, my concept of wicked people only exists in the classical novels I've read.

They are morally corrupt, constantly opposing the protagonist, yet intellectually lacking, repeatedly exposing their flaws and ultimately becoming stepping stones on the protagonist's path to happiness.

MC: ...The wicked you're talking about probably aren't just petty thieves or robbers, right?

Lucien: (chuckles) Of course not.

Lucien chuckles at my remark. He shakes his head, and the pupils beneath his lens are deep and serene.

Lucien: The wicked are always clear-headed; they see the emptiness after the revelry, the dynamics after the financial feast, the dealings after the battlefield smoke clears…

Lucien: The wicked toy with the era, revel in the era, and above the era.

Lucien: Are you interested in such a role, Miss?

Lucien's tone is not impassioned, but my heart starts to beat faster because of his calm words.

I nod gently, then because I'm afraid he might not have seen it clearly, I nod more heavily.

MC: Of course, I do. But I lack experience, and I haven't seen that kind of wicked person in the newspapers….

Lucien: I can take you to experience some examples.

MC: How can I experience it?

Lucien let out a long "Hmm". He calmly takes off the white glove from his right hand and extends his well-jointed hand towards me.

Lucien: Go on a date with me.

MC: Wh... What did you say?!

In this city, it turns out that just chatting for a few sentences can lead to a date?

Seeing my surprised eyes, Lucien innocently tilts his head towards me.

Lucien: (chuckles) Could it be that Miss has never been on a date?

Lucien: That shouldn't be the case. A beautiful waitress like you must receive countless admiration from men.

Oops, I almost forgot I'm still playing the role of a "waitress"!

MC: Sir, actually, I…

Actually, I can now tell him my true identity; after all, I am the daughter of an "old money" family, and he seems to be just ordinary "new money".

But his calm and composed demeanor only makes me more reluctant to reveal myself as the kind of "naive aristocratic girl" in his writing.

I coughed, swallowing back my explanation.

MC: Actually, I have experience, haha!

MC: It's just my first time receiving an invitation from a gentleman like you, and I'm a bit overwhelmed with happiness.

MC: But can you go on a date now? Aren't they still auditioning over there…

Lucien: It's okay, the director will send me the photos for approval.

Lucien: Let's go, my car is over there.

Although I'm a bit confused about how a silent scriptwriter during auditions has such decision-making power, I don't dwell on it and follow him to the car.

MC: Where are we going?

I asked him the last question, and Lucien smiled as he opened the car door for me.

Lucien: Of course, we are going to observe this era.

Part 3 & 4-> [Here]

#man is sus af #ISN'T A BIT TOO FAST??? SIR???#mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #mlqc #mlqc translation #mr. love queen's choice #mr love lucien #mlqc xu mo #mlqc spoilers

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deepspace-letters · 7 days

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I cannot blame the Zayne girls for going feral. Zayne’s cards are lacking the impact that Xavier cards have and the entertainment that Rafayel’s cards contain.

Since Valentine’s series, Zayne’s cards have practically been giving nothing, and I say this as a Zayne girl. OK so maybe Valentine’s was sweet and he was a gentleman, but still it was meh compared to the other two.

Medical Rescue was just a half-naked and wounded Zayne, nothing new if you already have the towel outfit.

I had high hopes for Heart Within Reach but the devs were so freakin’ evil on that one, they just gave MC default hairstyle and clothes. Your MC’s full appearance don’t even apply except for the skin color and her face wasn’t even shown. And don’t even get me started on the kiss that was cut-off before the contact!

The standard cards like Business Trip and Cozy Dream had much better plots and interactions.

Anyway, I feel like they don’t seem to favor Zayne a lot. I wonder if it’s because of that overall fictional men ranking in CN. Rafayel is top 1, Xavier is top 2, but Zayne falls in top 5. CN players seem to dislike Zayne’s character. Not everyone can handle his bluntness, I guess.

#love and deepspace confessions #confessions #deepspace letters

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 1 year

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[CN] Victor’s Sea-circle Event (Chapter 4)

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

✧ mum’s smile || little gentleman || art and love || mum’s companionship || endearing thoughts

【Mum’s Companionship】

A journal recording Victor’s growth during the study tour program in France.

What she hid in here is not only memories but also her regrets for not being able to be there to constantly care for him and nag him during the time he was growing up.

[Note: Victor’s mum used to call him “Yan Yan,” which as always, I’ve translated as Vic-Vic~]

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✧ DATE: 05/21

He safely arrived in France at noon today. Following the teacher’s instructions, I was waiting at the designated meeting point when I saw him getting off the bus with a big bouquet of carnations in his hands. The teacher said that when they were passing by a florist, Vic-Vic requested to stop briefly and wait for him; he then especially picked out those flowers for me. This adorable little gentleman… did he watch some French romantic movies!

—

✧ DATE: 05/21

Vic-Vic’s dad said he packed his luggage all by himself for this trip. And sure enough, Vic-Vic immediately opened his suitcase in the living room after we returned home today. Although this little grown-up didn’t say anything, I knew he was probably trying to attract my attention. So, I thought of teasing him a little and deliberately pretended to not see, going about my business as usual.

But to my surprise, Vic–Vic was extremely patient. He just sat there on the sofa and waited quietly. Before long, I couldn’t resist anymore and succumbed in my heart, promptly making up for it by rewarding him with the recognition he deserved. Vic-Vic took out a certificate from his suitcase and presented it to me, saying that he would bring an even better trophy next time. I knew he was trying to tell me through this gesture that he was studying diligently and growing up well. So I hugged him and told him he was truly amazing. But what I didn’t tell him was– “Actually, you are already outstanding in your mum’s heart, and you don’t need these awards as validation.”

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✧ DATE: 05/25

We visited a vinyl record store, and I initially thought that at Vic-Vic’s age, he might find this type of music medium too old-fashioned. But he listened attentively to the teacher’s explanations throughout the visit. I asked him if he wanted to buy a vinyl record as a souvenir for himself, and he quickly nodded. Eventually, with the curator’s recommendation, we selected a collection of Miles Davis’ famous tracks.

Sticky Note:

As soon as we got home in the evening, Vic-Vic couldn’t wait to play the vinyl record. I was curious about why he was so interested, and he explained that the unique sound of vinyl records made him feel like he was traveling through time.

—

✧ DATE: 05/31

To my surprise, Vic-Vic helped me secure the tickets to the music concert that I had missed out on earlier through a knowledge quiz.

My son is truly amazing~

—

✧ DATE: 06/05

I still remember the first time I made pudding for Vic-Vic. With a frown on his little face, he peered at the kitchen countertop and asked me in an earnest tone if we needed to hire a professional cleaner to tidy it up? Just the thought of his deadly serious expression makes me somewhat unable to contain my laughter. I wonder if he will ask the same question again when he sees the kitchen in its current state after waking up?

—

✧ DATE: 06/05

…in the blink of an eye, you are already leaving for home today. There are many things Mum doesn’t know how to say to you face-to-face, so I’ll just write them down here silently.

As the person dearest to you, I’m truly sorry that Mum can’t always be by your side and witness you growing up. Seeing how sensible you are, Mum feels gratified, but my heart also aches at the same time. If I had been by your side all the time, perhaps you would have been able to be like the other kids, often acting coquettishly and being stubborn with Mum, wouldn’t you…

Regardless of anything, I hope that one day you will understand that no matter where you are, I will always be blessing you, watching over you, and loving you. And also, remember to smile a lot more. Mum absolutely loves the way that smile lights up your face~

P.S. The teacher said that this record needs to be submitted to the school, but Mum is really unwilling to part with these precious memories and give them to someone else. So I lied to the teacher and told them that I accidentally lost the journal…

After you leave, I’ll secretly hide it away. You can revisit these memories at your own pace when you grow up.

—

✧ next stop: endearing thoughts

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#DAMMIT PG WHY DID YOU CHOOSE VIOLENCE ON THE 4TH DAY ALREADY ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽#you can see how much impact his mom has on him despite her rare presence. his love for romantic French movies- collecting vinyl records...#the way he still brings her flowers every time he visits. the throwback to how she taught him to make pudding—#and remember how he said that MC resembles him mom strikingly?? you can feel their resemblance through these pages too—#both his mum and MC – “your existence itself is the grandest miracle.” and their quirks too— 😭👊#I JUST— I JUST— ITS ALMOST MIDNIGHT AND IM HERE FLAILING ARMS CLUTCHING MY CHEST ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

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drghostwrite · 9 months

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Hello, can I please request Jane Rizzoli x fem reader. Reader is the new homicide detective at BPD and Jane's new partner. She is seen putting her things on Barry's old desk (after Frost dies), and Jane yells at her. So reader keeps her distance from Jane. Meanwhile, korsak, Maura, and Frankie all get to know her and end up really liking her. (Maura talks to Jane, and Jane ends up apologising, and j and r end up really close.) (Then idk how to end this, lol.)

Wait, I love this idea, like I'm kinda upset I didn't think of it sooner lol...

Pairing: Rizzoli & Isles x reader

Summary: You just read over it above. :)

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You pulled into the parking lot down the street from BPD stepping out of your Jeep and making your way into HQ. As soon as you walked in you felt overdressed, you were used to the BAU, where suits were everywhere, and with you being unit chief it was typical of you to wear something that stood out, whether out of the norm colors or some muted but outgoing patterns. Today you went a little safer but still a nice tailored Italian suit with a window pane check pattern, a white button-up, and matching white heels, it was simple but enough to make you stand out. You saw heads turn and watched as you showed your badge and made your way upstairs, the elevator ride was quiet up by yourself was quiet, but as soon as those metal doors slid open you felt at home, it was chaotic. Still, you chased serial killers all over the country this seemed like a cakewalk to you.

You walked through the set of glass doors to where the detectives desks were, Cavanaugh had told you early just to pick a desk that was open, and you would be assigned your partner or squad later, you looked around and found an open desk that faced another desk it seemed pretty empty except for the action figure placed next to the computer. You set your purse on the chair and made your way into the computer room at the other end, walking in you saw a small group of three crowded around the front desk, a younger man, fair-skinned with raven hair and deep eyes, a younger black woman with gorgeous curls and an older gentleman. As you entered they all looked at you with trained eyes.

"Hey so I'm not sure who Jane Rizzoli is, I'm with but I'm the new homicide detective, Y/N Pierce." you spoke up.

"The transfer from the FBI?" spoke up the older man.

"Yep that's me." you smiled.

"Your my sister's new partner. Nice to meet you I'm Frankie," the younger man offered you his hand to shake.

"I'm Vincent Korsak but feel free to call me Vince, welcome to the team." spoke the other man.

"And I guess that leaves me, I'm Nina Holliday, and I know what it's like to be the new girl so if you need anything let me know."

"Thanks I appreciate that," you both smiled in response.

Before anyone could say anything else, a drop-dead gorgeous woman stepped through the door, strawberry blonde hair laid perfectly and breathtaking amber eyes, she quickly spotted you and nodded but continued to talk to the team.

"Hey guys I got the tox reports back," she flicked open the folder handing it to Nina.

"Etomidate?" they all gave confused looks.

"Wait like the drug used during surgeries... It's a CNS depressant but it's used for minor procedures because it doesn't last as long."

"Um...Yea." She studied you with precise eyes as everyone else started at you wondering how in the world you knew that. Before anyone could say anything a woman rushed in the room, "Guys there's been another murder, we gotta go."

Everyone looked to you, "Jane I'm assuming." and they all nodded, everyone rushed from the room, leaving just you and the doctor and she stopped you on your way out the door.

"I'm Dr. Maura Isles, by the way, chief medical examiner."

"I would say Unit Chief SSA Pierce but my FBI days are over," you looked into those amber eyes and your breath caught in your throat, this woman was going to be the death of you and you barely knew each other, "I would love to tell you about it but I guess my new partner has other plans." you gave her your signature smirk and turned to leave but she flashed you a wide smile and chuckled, "Yea that's Jane for you."

----time jump----

Three hours later and you were returning to the precinct, you could tell it was taking a toll on everyone, it was a pretty gruesome crime scene but something felt familiar to you. Jane told you she was going down to see Maura but then she'd be up, you quickly made your way upstairs with everyone and sat at the empty desk, you logged on the computer and started looking at the board they had set up, you were talking with Korsak and Frankie reclining in the desk chair looking at a file when Jane came in. You stood up and almost bumped into her as she stood frozen in place.

"What're you doing?"

"I'm sorry." you responded curious.

"Why are you using that desk?"

"Cavanaugh just told me to find a desk, luckily i found the one closest to you."

“No, no you can’t sit there that’s my partners desk he… he…”

“I am your partner.”

“I… just leave okay please just find somewhere else.”

you studied her and grabbed your jacket moving over to Frankie’s desk as he motioned to you, she sat down and didn’t look as everyone returned to working.

“There’s a story there,” Frankie spoke up.

“Yea I figured, it’s all good though I have to make some calls and then I’ll be back let me know if you hear anything.”

“Will do.”

Your walked out of the room towards the elevator, you recognized some things from past cases but you needed to talk to Maura to confirm you suspicions. When you stepped on the elevator the woman inside greeted you she was carrying a division one cafe apron as she gave you a big smile.

“Haven’t seen you around here before, ya new?” She asked

“Yep, I’m the new homicide detective.”

“Oh no way my kids both work up there, I’m sure you’ve met them though.”

“Rizzoli?”

“that’s them!” She said with a proud smile. “So where ya from?”

“Well I actually loved from Quantico, Virginia where I worked for the FBI but I grew up in Seattle.”

“Oh that’s so cool.”

“Oh yea, I loved my job.”

Just then the doors dinged open and you quickly stepped out making your way to Dr. Isles office. She saw you coming and gave you a big breathtaking smile as you walked in the door.

“Y/N to what do I owe the pleasure.”

“Well for a lovely lady like yourself… maybe dinner at a nice little hole in the wall that I know,” you both laughed, “Honestly I’m down here to ask about some past similarities, these victims seem similar to some I’ve come into contact with before.”

“Oh well here’s everything we have, I can go over it with you if you want.”

“Yea an extra set of eyes would be great.” You started going over the files and a few hours later you realized who the killer was.

“Oh my God, we’ve known this whole time!”

“what?”

“This man he’s the only common denominator I remember writing the case in Chicago and he injected himself into the investigation and he just recently moved here and the killings started, Jane and Frankie talked to him the other day but no one saw the old FBI file the BAU had.”

“Wait so he’s a past killer?”

“Yes, and my team worked tirelessly to catch him but then he went off grid. Maura I need you to get a kit and meet us there, I’ll send you the address I need to get everyone else.” You quickly ran out of the room calling Frankie to tell him, as he told the team you made your way to the unsubs house…

To Be Continued…

#x yn #rizzoli and isles x reader #jane rizzoli #maura isles x reader #frankie rizzoli #rizzoli and isles #angela rizzoli

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philomenie · 1 month

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Once in a Lifetime

Pairing: Joakim x Mina

This is my first story to be published, so I'm very nervous.

i hope i've put all the content warnings, if i've forgotten anything, please let me know.

I would like to mention that English is not my mother tongue.

CN fluff, smut, anxiety, trauma, relationship anxiety, difficult situations, mention of betrayal of trust, cheating, 18+

@valiantroeagleangel

TWO

Mina

Fortunately, the flight isn't long. The elderly gentleman next to you turns out to be a constant talker, telling you enthusiastically about his granddaughter, whom he wants to visit in London.

Smiling, you listen to the stories as you realize that the elderly gentleman needs to talk. However, your thoughts are elsewhere.

You go over your encounter with Joakim again and again, remembering small details, his tone of voice, his enthusiasm when you talked about Harry Potter, his love for his band....

You sigh and try to save every second as a treasure in your memories.

As the plane lands, you hurry to get to the gate to Seattle.

Needless to say, your eyes keep searching for him, but he is nowhere to be found.

As you show your boarding card, you are suddenly taken aside by the stewardess so that the other passengers can pass.

"Is there a problem?" you ask, confused.

"No, no problem, it's more or less a rebooking." "Rebooking?" you frown questioningly.

The stewardess smiles "Yes, I've been given your name, you'll be seated in Business Class!"

"Business class? How?" comes out of your mouth in surprise.

Suddenly you hear a deep voice behind you, "I've booked 2 seats.... One is practically free and I thought we could resume the conversation from earlier? Only if you want to, of course!"

Stunned, you turn around only to look into Joakim's face, who is now smiling at you a little shyly, unsure if you'll say yes.

"Are you serious? I mean why?" "I'm completely serious and why, because I'd like to keep talking to you, quite simply," Joakim replies.

You have to swallow, your thoughts are racing, the stewardess is urging you to make a decision.

Without giving it a second thought, you give in to your feelings and agree.

Joakim smiles at you, "Then come on, don't let them take off without us and we're stuck here!"

"That would be too terrible," you reply with a laugh.

As you take your seats, you look at him seriously, "I can send you the money for the seat, it's not necessary for you to..." "Please, I invited you to sit next to me, you don't really think I'd accept your money, do you? I always book two adjacent seats, especially on long-haul flights, to have my peace and privacy. If you weren't sitting here now, it would be empty, paid for, but empty."

"And I'm not disturbing you?" "No, you're definitely not disturbing me, I want you to be here. After all, we still have to clarify whether Prof. McGonagall was secretly in love with Prof. Dumbledore or not!" he replies.

"Okay, that's a plausible argument, of course!" You smile at him.

After the start, he takes off his hood and cap, his long hair falls to his shoulders and you have to resist the temptation to brush it out of his face. He takes a hair tie and ties his hair back into a messy bun.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes briefly. "Come down Mina!!! Concentrate on the essentials, breathe, slowly, everything's fine, this doesn't mean anything!" you try to calm yourself down, because you notice the clear nervousness spreading through you, thoughts trying to find a logic in all of this, his behavior.

"So, where did we leave off?" he looks at you questioningly...

You quickly get talking again, it doesn't take long and the familiar atmosphere, like at the airport, returns. He looks at you with a smile as you talk enthusiastically about your family, your brothers, your sister.

At some point you realize that your eyes are getting heavy, you listen to his voice sleepily as your eyes suddenly close and you fall asleep.

Joakim

In the middle of his story, he notices that you have fallen asleep.

He carefully brushes a strand of hair out of your face to get a better look at you.

Crazy, he thinks to himself, what kind of day has it been? Why does it feel so damn good to be sitting next to this woman, watching her sleep, even though you didn't even know each other a few hours ago?

What's wrong with him...

Just as he's about to make himself comfortable to sleep, you groan, get restless and a tear runs down your cheek.

Without thinking, he pulls you to his chest as best he can, takes your hand in his and gently strokes your cheek, murmuring soothing words in Swedish.

It feels so good, so natural, he doesn't want to let you go, so he snuggles down in his seat with you in his arms to get some sleep too.

When he wakes up again, he feels like he's been knocked out, the arm he's holding you with is numb and painful. But there's no chance of changing anything, he's enjoying the situation far too much.

He leans closer to you to memorize your scent, he recognizes lavender and freesia.

You move, starting to wake up, Joakim is unsure whether he should continue to hold you or move away from you. He carefully releases his arm from your shoulder and his hand from yours, bringing you fully awake.

You blink at him and realize that you have been sleeping on his shoulder or chest and start up, startled.

With red cheeks, you apologize.

"No problem," he replies with a grin, completely in control of the situation on the outside, but inside his heart is racing and he would love to pull you close again, continue to breathe in your scent, listen to your breathing, hold your hand....

Mina

You excuse yourself and go to the on-board toilet to freshen up, as you will soon be landing.

You energetically pour a load of water over your face to reduce the redness of your cheeks and cool your hot head, your thoughts are racing in all directions again and you are absolutely not sure what it all means.

Back at your seat, you have to fasten your seatbelt as the landing flight is about to begin.

You clear your throat, look straight ahead frantically, feel insecure, the lightness has suddenly disappeared from you.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him looking at you questioningly, you try to ignore it and focus on the plans you've made with your sister for when you arrive in Willamette.

"Did I do something wrong?" it pops into his head, "why is she suddenly so cold, dismissive?"

He rubs his eyes uncertainly, sighs and searches for his cap, which must have fallen to the floor during the flight. As he bends down to inspect the floor, his shoulder brushes your leg and you automatically lean into his touch. He reacts by rubbing his shoulder lightly against you. You would love to reach out to him, dig into his hair, feel him all over your body.

Then the moment is over, he sits up, the cap in his hands, to place it back on his head.

After landing, you wait until almost all the other passengers have disembarked, he helps you with your hand luggage, he only has a rucksack with him, you have your large handbag and another bag.

You leave the plane in silence, Joakim has now put the hood of his hoodie back on, and walk into the terminal.

Your connecting flight to Portland leaves in 15 minutes, his to LA in an hour.

You face each other uncertainly.

"So... thanks again for the seat..."

"You're welcome, I really liked it, I mean I liked having you next to me...."

"Yes, I liked it too, and our conversations...."

"Yes, I can't remember the last time I talked so much and for so long with someone."

"Uhm.... Well, I have to go then, my flight..."

"Oh yeah, not that you'll miss it..."

"Yes, I have to go...."

"Hmm, ok....."

"Maybe I'll see you again sometime, somewhere...."

"Maybe at a concert?"

"Yes, exactly, there for example.... Well then, take care and thanks again.…"

You turn around, lump in your throat, knot in your stomach, pudding knee, damn, damn, damn echoes in your head as you hurry to your gate, head bowed and quick on your feet.

I can't possibly let her go like this, I don't want to let her go like this... is all he can think and hurries after you.

When he catches up with you, he grabs your shoulder.

"Mina, you've forgotten something!"

Startled, but at the same time completely relieved, you look him in the eye.

"Forgotten? Me? What?" you stammer out.

"Give me your cell phone, please!"

"My cell phone?"

"Yes, please give it to me, you forgot to write down my number! Just in case.... I mean, if you're bored or have nothing better to do, you could text me or something...." he gets quieter and more uncertain.

You smile at him, "I'd love to have your number, Joakim!" With these words, you hand him your cell phone, which you've managed to steal.

Grinning, he types his number into your contacts and hands it back to you.

You look into each other's eyes again until the last call for your flight sounds.

"I have to go now..."

"Yeah, sure, you have to...." and with these words he pulls you into a hug.

You melt away, he holds you tight, breathing into your hair, you lay your head in the crook of his neck, not wanting to let him go, It feels so good, so familiar, so safe, something you haven't felt in ages.

Breaking away from him is the hardest thing you have to do, but your flight isn't waiting and your sister is waiting for you....

You step back, raise your hand to say goodbye and walk to the gate, completely confused, hot tears stinging your eyes, you have to swallow to keep from crying.

Fortunately, the flight is not long and you land in Portland after an hour, from there you get your rental car and thanks to the navigation system you arrive safely at your hotel in Willamette.

You've already spoken to Ella on the phone at the airport, you've arranged to meet the next lunchtime, first arrive, unpack, eat, shower and sleep!!!

Ella immediately noticed from your tone of voice that something must have happened, but you don't want to talk about it, not yet.

You still want to keep it to yourself, especially because you first have to figure out what happened!

After you've eaten and showered, you lie on your king-size bed in your room, dressed in your fluffy bathrobe and holding your cell phone in your hand.... Should I?? it runs through your head...

You open your contacts, scroll through until you find the name Joakim, a guitar emoji and a magic emoji are saved behind the name, you grin and have butterflies in your stomach again, just thinking about him.

His hands, his smell, his hug, his voice...

You not only feel a tug in your stomach, but also between your legs, you wonder what he tastes like, how he kisses, how he moans.

You quickly type a little message: "Hey just Joakim, arrived safely?"

Heart pounding, you wait for a response.

Joakim

Letting you go after the hug almost kills him. He looks after you with a dry throat, waits until your flight takes off and then walks to his gate with burning eyes.

Fuck, fuck, fuck..... will I see her again? Is that what I want? Fuck yes!!! I want to see her again, hold her in my arms again, kiss her, touch her....

Frustrated, he curses to himself, the wait seems like forever until he can finally fly to LA.

Once there, Jesse is waiting for him as agreed!

"Hey Jolly, good to see you man!" he greets him

"Yeah, I'm glad to be back!" Is that him? Something, someone is missing.

The drive to the house is largely silent, Jesse eyes him suspiciously, he has rarely or never seen him so quiet and thoughtful.

But Jesse doesn't want to ask, he knows that if Jolly wants to talk, he'll come up to him, as he always does.

"I have to warn you, Noah has a new favorite at the moment, uhm friendship plus to be exact, very very plus if you understand.... she is currently spending most of her time at our house...."

"Really now?" Joakim sighs

"Yeah, and she usually has two friends with her who hang out at the house...."

"It's getting better and better!" he growls, annoyed.

That's all he needs, he thinks sarcastically, some women who are in the house with what I know for interntions.... Damnit Noah!!!

"Noah's girl's name is Amber, the other 2 are Jules and Rainy, just so you know" Jesse informs him.

"Uhum and let me guess, Amber is blonde?"

"Almost, auburn, Jules is brunette and Rainy is blonde" grins Jesse.

"Excellent! But I don't have to deal with them today? I just want to...."

"Uhumm so Noah has a little welcome party for you...."

"NOT FUCKING SERIOUS?"

"Yeah, I was gonna stop him, but you know Noah when he gets excited about an idea...."

"Yeaaa, I know"; Joakim rubs his eyes tiredly....

Damn, he just wanted to rest, to sort out his thoughts and feelings, as far as that was possible....

Mina... fuck, just saying her name in his mind warms his heart. He closes his eyes and remembers her face, smiling as he thinks about it, and then drifts off to when he held her in his arms on the plane. Mina.... Mine?

When he arrives at the house, Joakim takes his luggage, Jesse opens the front door and the first thing he sees when he enters is a huge WELCOME HOME JOLLY poster hanging on the wall, only to be happily embraced and greeted by his flatmates a little later.

"Good to see you man, 6 weeks was a long time!" Noah says happily and hugs him.

"Hey Jolly!!!" Orrie and Michael cheer in unison and give him a hug shortly after Noah.

"Yeah, I'm back! Good to see you again!"

Three young women stand whispering in front of the couch in the living room, pretty to look at, that's it for him too.

"Jolly, I want you to meet Amber, AMBER, come on, this is Jolly, our long-lost guitarist in Sweden and my most important co-composer," Noah grins as a petite redhead with bright green eyes snuggles into his embrace.

"Nice to meet you Jolly, I'm Amber," she coos

Joakim gives her a friendly nod as the two other women catch up with them.

Jules and Rainy introduce themselves, with Rainy almost devouring him with her eyes and hardly wanting to let go of his hand after the greeting.

Joakim groans inwardly, fuck, please don't, he doesn't need that now, he doesn't want that now, some random girl making eyes at him....

The only woman he longs for, the only woman he really wants is you!

"Jolly, little surprise, Nicholas and Vincent are in LA right now, a tattoo convention, they'll be by later!" Noah mentions.

"Nice, I haven't seen Vincent for ages," Joakim is genuinely pleased.

Seeing Vincent, his old friend, makes him happy, maybe there will be an opportunity to talk to him alone... Vincent knows him better than he knows himself, maybe he can help him through his emotional chaos.

What is that anyway? An emotional chaos?

He decides that a conversation with Vincent is just the thing!

Joakim slumps wearily onto the couch, stretches his tired limbs, takes his cell phone out of his pocket and checks his messages.

"Nothing from Mina," he realizes disappointedly, which gives him a sting. He had hoped to receive a short or longer message from you.

He sighs, puts his cell phone down on the coffee table and closes his eyes.

Seconds later, someone sits down next to him, the sweet perfume is not his taste at all, he stoically keeps his eyes closed, he has no desire to have a conversation with a stranger.

Suddenly he feels a hand on his thigh and a light voice asks "Hey Jolly, so done? I thought we could have some fun together, here I brought you a drink!" and with that Rainy pushes a glass of clear liquid into his hand, including ice cubes and a lime wedge.

"Nahh thanks, but I'm totally jetlagged, now alcohol and I'm in nirvana" he tries to talk his way out of it, at the same time moving away from her to escape her grip.

Rainy doesn't let herself be shaken off that easily, she moves back and looks at him from deep blue eyes through her eyelashes, smiles shyly and twirls a strand of hair.

"Oh come on, everyone else is drinking and having fun too, I didn't think you were so reserved...."

"You don't know me at all, how can you tell if I'm reserved?" Joakim replies sharply and gets up to join his friends in the kitchen.

Rainy looks on sulkily and downs her and Joakim's drink.

She sees his cell phone lying at the table, which vibrates at that moment and displays a new message, unknown, the following message "Hey just Joakim, arrived safely?"

She frowns, takes the phone, which is still unlocked, and clicks on the message, thinks about it and deletes it without further ado, putting the phone back on the table,

Joakim is glad to have escaped Rainy, the conversation in the kitchen is relaxed and light, he notices that Amber has the right sense of humor and that Jules is also a pleasant conversationalist.

He talks to the boys about Sweden, his family, Noah has new song ideas that he would like to go through with him over the next few days.

Joakim nods, but his thoughts are elsewhere...

As he reaches into his pocket, he notices that his cell phone is gone. He looks around and sees it still lying on the living room table. He quickly goes to get it, checks the messages again.... Nothing.

Damn!

Rainy watches him, with a spiteful smile around her mouth.

Then she saunters over to him, and grazes his hip, as if by accident,

"Are you expecting a message?"

"Not exactly, no, why?"

"Just because, I thought, because you keep staring at your cell phone screen, as if..."

"And if you were, it wouldn't be any of your business!"

"Uhuuu so aggressive right away.... I like bad boys," she breathes

"Rainy, right? First of all, I'm not a bad boy and secondly, I'm NOT INTERESTED! Not today, not tomorrow, not at all! Is that clear once and for all now?" he growls annoyed and leaves her standing there with her mouth open to disappear into his room.

Shortly afterwards, there's a knock at the door

"Hey Jolly, Amber, I just wanted to apologize for Rainy, she was acting totally inappropriate."

Joakim opens the door and looks down at the petite woman, she smiles apologetically at him.

"It's okay, but can you please make sure she leaves me alone?"

"I will, I promise, but would you please come back down? Noah was so excited that you were coming back, he's been talking about nothing else all last week and the new song ideas he wants to discuss with you."

"You like him...."

Amber blushes and presses a little, then "Yes, I do, I like him, a lot"

"OK, I'm coming, Nicholas and Vincent should be here soon!"

He doesn't know what Amber said to Rainy, but it had an effect and the blonde rushes off a short time later.

Relief spreads and he starts to enjoy the evening after all, especially when Nicholas and Vincent come in.

The greeting is warm.

Joakim pulls Vincent to one side.

"Hey, I need to talk to you for a minute, alone, if that's possible...."

"Sure, what's up?"

"Not here, will you come outside?"

"Go ahead!"

On the porch they both sit down in the comfy patio chairs, both with a beer in hand.

"So Jolly, what's up?"

"Hmm, well uhm, oh I don't know....."

Vincent looks at him more closely, Joakim has tightened his jaw, his fingers are fiddling with the beer cap... he hasn't seen his friend this nervous and unsure for a long time.

"Jolly, if you don't want to talk now...."

"Yes, I do, but I don't know how and what and anyway, everything is so.... Uhm!"

"Jolly, did anything happen in Sweden?"

"Not directly in Sweden, at the airport, when the flight had this long delay..."

"Yes?"

"I met a woman there...."

Vincent's eyebrows shoot up questioningly, but he says nothing, waiting for Joakim to continue.

"Man, honestly, she blew me away, tall, brown curls, almost waist-length, brown-green eyes that shone all the time and a smile... Man, I'm telling you, awesome!"

Vincent waits....

"I sat down with her... she knew who I was, you know!"

"Uh, and your principle no more fangirls?"

"She's not a fangirl..... so she's already a fan of Bad Omens, but different, you know?" he tries to explain himself.

"Uhum" remarks Vincent "Not really....."

"She also loves Harry Potter...."

"Alright" Vincent laughs, which makes Joakim laugh too, which makes the tension in him fall away, he strokes his hair.

"Vin, I'm telling you, I think I've got it! She flew first to London, then to Seattle, just like me.... I offered her my second paid seat on the flight to Seattle, she took it... we talked so much, she's just breathtaking, I tell you, funny, smart, can listen..." he gushes,

"Then she fell asleep and I took her in my arms, held her hand. She smells of lavender and freesia....."

Vincent looks at his friend with a serious expression.

"Her name is Mina, Vincent, Mina, that means mine in Swedish. I mean...."

Joakim sighs.

"I have a hot knot in my stomach just telling you about her, I haven't felt that in ages, not after Silja"

Joakim falls silent and goes back to nibbling on his beer.

Vincent clears his throat

"Jolly, is she Swedish?"

"Nah, from XY, but she's flying back to Sweden to see her brother, that's where she currently lives. She's actually a psychotherapist, but she quit her job and is writing a book, she's visiting her little sister who's studying in Willamette. She wants to stay for 4 weeks...."

"Hm, I don't know Jolly.... Why did she quit her job?"

"Problems with her old boss"

"Hm ok, sounds logical...."

"I put my number in her cell phone before she left for Portland. We gave each other a hug. I was hoping she'd get in touch by now..." Joakim's voice gets softer and softer.

"Jolly, man, maybe she's with her sister and hasn't had time to get in touch yet?"

"Hm, possible....."

"That must be a special woman for you to be so confused, buddy"

"She is, I'm telling you, she is!"

They both sit in silence and drink their beer.

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Kiro’s My Heart Jumps for Joy Mind’s Quest Translation [CN]

Hello, thank you for patience! The translation of this masterpiece of a date has arrived!! 😍

💛 A few things to note before you begin reading 💛

If you haven’t seen it yet, you can find the Exclusive Radio for this date here!

This translation was done with the help of Google Translate and @keliosyfan!

I’m going to be including links to videos about certain moves and exercises that are described/mentioned in the date if you would like a little more detail. I’ve been classically trained in ballet ever since I was 5, so I’m going to leave little tidbits here and there throughout. My bun head self was so giddy while reading through 🤩

I am going to give a slight TRIGGER WARNING in regards to the theme of weight loss in this date. The content of the date doesn’t really revolve around this topic, but it was mentioned enough times for me to feel that I should say something about it. Having been in the dance scene, I know it can be a sensitive topic.

So without further ado, enjoy!

*Spoilers for future content below!*

[First Part]

??: Dear passengers, welcome to Loveland Airlines flight LY0521 from Loveland City to Bern…

Accompanied by the gentle broadcast sound, I quickly finished the work email. After closing the file, I click to open the top chat box–

“Hey, I’ll take off right away~”

The moment the message is sent, a typing indicator pops up with a round-headed bear bouncing around.

Kiro: “Great! See you in seventeen hours and seven minutes!”

After the message arrived, another bear popped up and blew a pink heart kiss to me.

After we “blew kisses” back and forth several times with joy, I turned on airplane mode and looked at the blue sky outside the porthole. *CUUUUUTE*

In order to star in a literary film with a professional ballet dancer as the main character, Kiro decided to go to France for further studies despite the training he had when he was young.

Because this stay is for a month, we agreed to celebrate New Year’s in France so that he could study without apprehension.

(Flashback to MC’s bedroom)

One week ago, Kiro unexpectedly sent a message adding additional plans–

Kiro: “MC, I’m going to Bern to find the teacher who taught me back then to take ballet lessons. See you in Bern!”

(Back to present)

MC: Phew… finally arrived.

After getting off the plane, I pulled the suitcase and walked quickly to the exit while rubbing my sore shoulders.

After walking through several passages, I finally saw the pick-up area. However–

The area was densely packed with golden heads occupying my field of vision. My ability to “spot the blond at a glance” is completely lost here. *I’m hoping this is what the text meant to say. GT made it sound really strange lol*

MC: Hmm…let’s use the power of technology.

Just as I was about to take out my phone, a brown colour appeared in the corner of my eye at a distance, shaking left and right midair in the crowd.

I looked closely and found that it was a little bear hand puppet!

It is wearing a beret and a plaid suit. It is obviously a gentleman’s outfit, but it is waving its bear paws excitedly, and its round head is also swinging back and forth in a rock-and-roll style.

After I waved to the Little Bear with a knowing smile, I quickened my pace.

At the same time, Little Bear also quickened his pace. *Changed some wording*

As I crossed the boundary line of the exit, I finally saw the person I had missed day and night for the past half month.

MC: Kiro!

I let go of my luggage and threw myself into his arms. He tightened his arms, and a laughing voice rang in my ears.

Kiro: It seems that Kiro is also very lucky today.

Kiro: It was supposed to take seventeen hours and seven minutes to see you, but only sixteen hours and fifty-three minutes have passed. *The fact that he counts down the minutes until he sees his beloved again 😭*

MC: Pfft, are you so easily satisfied? It’s just ten minutes early…

Kiro: But for those of us who haven’t seen Miss Chips for half a month, we should cherish every moment we can earlier.

MC: Us?

He raised the Little Bear with a smile, and it leaned down to me in a gentlemanly manner and kissed my cheek.

Kiro: Bear Ro-Ro misses you so much that he told me to kiss you when we meet~

Kiro: But I made an agreement with him a few weeks in advance. He can only kiss cheeks, and I–

In the next second, a softer touch lands on my upper lip and leaves a touch of sweetness.

Looking at the cunning he had in his eyes, I stand on my tiptoes and rubbed my nose with his.

MC: This big star Kiro really has a bunch of tricks up his sleeve. *Changed some wording. GT was giving something about 108 minds and I couldn’t tell you what it meant. I searched forever and couldn’t find anything 🥲*

MC: Even “stealing relatives” needs to find a high-sounding reason~ *This, too...*

Kiro: Don’t you like it? It’s not impossible to omit this step next time…

Just as I was about to smile and pinch his palm, my phone sounded with the company’s notification tone.

MC: …Give me one sec.

Kiro: Is it still busy during this time?

MC: It’s okay~ In order to have a happy New Year with Superstar Kiro, I have already dealt with most of the stuff at work.

MC: Now we are waiting for an overseas company’s cooperation intention to reply.

Kiro: So that’s it…and there’s a lot of time for me?

After pressing the send button, I took his arm with a smile.

MC: Well, almost 70% of the time is yours. The rest I can leave to work~

Kiro: Not bad, I’m accounted for more than half of your time.

He rolled his eyes, took my hand and walked towards the parking lot.

But after walking a few steps, I suddenly felt something was wrong and squeezed his palm.

Like realizing something, I took two quick steps forward, then turned around to face him, carefully observing him as I walked backwards.

Perhaps because of the sunlight, his jawline was more defined, and even his eye sockets became somewhat deep.

Although I knew that in order to meet the requirements of the role, he needed to be thinner. But now that I actually get to see him in person, he was much thinner than in the video call a few days ago.

MC: …

I feel a surge of tears beginning to rise, making my eyes feel a little hot.

Kiro has made such an effort for this role. I want to affirm him more than feel sorry for him.

I sniffled hard, pretending to be cold, and gave him a big smile.

MC: Kiro, you did it, congratulations! You have lost a lot of weight! Now it is very in line with what you showed me before the appearance of the protagonist was set. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: Really? Is it that obvious?

MC: Of course! My Kiro now has a thin and lean beauty.

He opened his eyes slightly and smiled triumphantly.

Kiro: With your words, I seem to have the courage to insist on eating salad for a month again.

MC: You want to lose more weight?

Kiro: Well, after showing the teacher the premise of the character I’m playing, he thinks that the upper body needs to be thinner.

I froze for a moment and reacted belatedly.

MC: Are you talking about the ballet teacher you came here to take lessons with?

Kiro nodded.

MC: It seems that this mentor is really serious, otherwise he wouldn’t have made you willing to “toss” back and forth like this.

He seemed to be lost in thought, and after a while, he grinned wryly.

Kiro: It’s better to say...that he’s a devil teacher rather than just a teacher.

[Second Part]

After returning to Kiro’s temporary residence in Bern, it was already dark.

First, he studied the script for two hours according to the plan, and after half an hour of exercise…

We finally lay down on the sofa and chatted while resting, listening to the stories about him practising when he was young.

MC: What?! Even if you practice until late at night the day before, you have to get up at 5:30 in the morning the next day to practise again? *Can confirm this is 100% true. Had some practices until midnight sometimes and then had to go to school bright and early the next day. Rip 🥲*

Hearing this, I couldn’t help raising my head from his arms in surprise.

Kiro: Well, there are benefits to waking up early, too. You can take your time and have a hot breakfast. Otherwise, you can only just bite a piece of bread and run to class.

Kiro: But what impressed me the most was that if we fell below his expectations even just a little bit, he would force us to stand on our heads.

Kiro: Ah— At that time, I was dizzy every day and often saw stars in front of my eyes in the room.

He paused and poked my nose triumphantly.

Kiro: But under such strict training, I was accidentally trained to be a pro “One, two, three wooden man”! *If you’ve heard of “Freeze Dance”, it’s pretty similar to what I believe he’s saying here (except that it’s not a punishment lol). The goal of the game is to only dance when the music is playing. When the music stops, everyone freezes. If you’re caught moving even just a little bit, you’re out. Whoever is the last one remaining wins. For an added challenge, there’ll be certain poses that the players have to freeze in such as a tree or flamingo.*

MC: Pfft… why is this such a game? Is it some kind of trick to avoid the devil teacher?

Kiro: Hmph, that’s right! As long as I am punished to stand on my head, I will try to “idle” while he is not looking at me~

Kiro: If I don’t, my head will be filled with blood and I will pass out, and I don’t want the ambulance to “wee woo, wee woo” me away. *He actually makes the siren sounds LOL*

MC: …

Listening to him joking about his previous experience, I felt a bit of a tug at my heart.

Even though I know this is typical for professional training, I still feel that this is a bit “wicked” for a ten-year-old child.

MC: Damn, I didn’t expect it to be so “devilish”!

Faced with my belated dissatisfaction, Kiro just smiled, his eyes reflecting the colours of flickering stars.

Then his fingertips wove between mine as if absorbing their warmth and began caressing them gently.

Kiro: I didn’t care about those things long ago, but now that I’m hearing Miss Chips’ cry of injustice…

Kiro: I am still very happy.

I couldn’t help hugging him and leaning my head gently against his chest.

MC: …Then the reason why you came to him for mentoring is that this teacher has an irreplaceable strength?

Kiro hugged me tightly, closing the distance between us silently.

Kiro: That’s right. But at the beginning, I didn’t have such an idea, but when I was training in France some time ago…

Kiro: I found that although the teacher in charge is very professional, he just encouraged me to get used to things slowly whenever I made a mistake. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: But…I don’t have much time to get used to it.

Kiro: I have to practice every movement to the extreme as soon as possible so that I can take on more difficult skills.

MC: Have you communicated with him? Ask him to be stricter?

He paused, his eyes flickering with a complex expression.

Kiro: Well, he said that it was because I have missed the best age to practice professional ballet…

Kiro: So even if one were to follow the requirements of professional dancers, it may not be enough.

He let go of me slightly, the deep sea in his eyes filled the night with more profound emotions secretly surging.

Kiro: But even though he said that, I still can’t accept it.

The classical music flowing continuously from the record player in the room became extremely clear in the “pause” at this moment.

Kiro got off the sofa silently and walked towards the centre of the terrace alone–

Looking at his sudden actions, I seemed to know what he was going to do next, but I also didn’t.

I can only watch him quietly.

After he slightly raised the corners of his lips to me, his body swayed gently to the melody.

*Bear with me as I give some terminology. GT isn’t the best at giving exact details for movements, so I had to get creative to make the steps make sense in word format 😅*

Soon, he seemed to enter the state. Kiro took a round step, jumped into the air and twirled lightly. *It looks like here he is doing a piqué turn en dehors and then going into a tour en l’air. You can watch it here (start at 1:30)*

The moonlight spread across the area, dyeing him bright and clean. His slender arms seem to touch the stars, stretching with supple grace.

Several times, he made difficult moves in the air that I couldn’t put a name to, just like an angel who strayed into the mortal world. *(Video) The text doesn’t say which moves but this link will give you an idea of what is being described here*

He danced like this in the moonlight with the specs of dust, flowing in my unmoving eyes.

I don’t know how long it took before Kiro put down his lightly raised arms and turned to look at me.

Kiro: MC, this is the only episode that was approved by that teacher when I was ten years old.

Kiro: Although I didn’t study with him for long, I still remember this part even now.

Kiro: …Every moment, height, and angle I never forgot.

Looking at the man who was still panting slightly, I couldn’t help sitting up from the sofa and staring at him sincerely.

MC: Kiro, although I don’t know much about ballet, I think the part you just performed was awesome.

MC: Just like the professional ballet dancers I see on TV.

Kiro: Really?

Kiro: But this is not enough.

Kiro: Because I want to play the protagonist who is dancing in the presence of thousands of people on stage.

Kiro: For this reason, he has put in a lot of hard work. He has been practising day and night since he was five years old. In the past twenty years, he never slacked off a single day.

Kiro: And there’s this kind of distance between me and that person that I can’t catch up with.

Kiro: I can only keep practising, keep running forward, and walk through every road he has experienced.

Kiro: Only in this way can I empathize with him and interpret this role more realistically.

Kiro said this softly, his eyes slowly falling back on me.

Kiro: Therefore, his skills must not be treated “according to” Kiro’s own conditions.

Kiro: It is to be worthy of the stage of ten thousand people.

Kiro: I have to be worthy of this pride.

Kiro spoke firmly against the night as if nothing could shake him.

At the same time, a gust of evening wind blows, and the raised hem of his clothes outlines his emaciated body.

The already distinct collarbone is getting deeper now, and even his shoulder blades are clearly protruding.

The emotion called “distress” turned into a thin rope at this time and it slowly twisted, making my breathing more rapid.

I silently walked behind Kiro and hugged him proudly but gently.

MC: Kiro, if you work hard, you will definitely make it through.

MC: And I will always be with you.

He turned around with a smile and rubbed my head.

Kiro: Then I will prepare you in advance. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: I may practice without sleep or food, and may even have some small abrasions on my body…

Kiro: You can’t stop me then.

Hearing his coquettish tone, I couldn’t help smiling and leaning into his arms.

MC: Of course, I know that. After all, you are Kiro who pursues perfection.

MC: Besides, I’m by your side now.

MC: If you feel tired and out of breath because you are too involved in doing something…

MC: I will hold you firmly like driftwood in the water so that you can find support as soon as you reach out. Reach out and I’ll be there.

MC: Let me help you find your breath.

MC: So you can rest assured do your best.

[Memory Silhouette]

It was late at night and light snow fell outside the window.

Kiro sat in a corner of the terrace, quietly watching the world being gradually dyed into a pure white.

He originally thought that the chat tonight was just a shallow recollection of childhood trivialities.

But the sleepless heart lying on the bed seemed to prove that his emotions were not as relaxed as he had thought.

Although he has long forgotten how painful it is to stretch his legs to the right degree. *Changed some wording*

He could still vaguely see a picture in his mind with transparent ink stains dripping on the smooth floor.

It’s just that no one can tell whether it’s tears or sweat. *From experience, probably both 🥲*

Kiro exhaled lightly, stood up on his tiptoes and jumped again following the fluttering white snow.

But even so, he still likes it all.

Whether it is music or dance, they can make one’s heart calm.

And even more so when he was a child.

Apart from KEY’s home, he likes to spend time alone in the practice room.

You can temporarily isolate yourself, and then devote your full being to the melody of each stanza. *Changed some wording*

It’s where no one can bother him, it belongs to him alone–

A secret base.

Thinking of this, Kiro couldn’t help raising the corners of his lips.

He hummed softly, and in the ever-changing dance steps, he caught flakes of white snow with his palm.

It wasn’t until a cloud slowly blows away that the obscured stars finally appear.

Kiro looked at the sky and couldn’t help but speak softly.

Kiro: Miss Chips, the stars are out.

After a brief silence, Kiro looked back at the girl who was already asleep and walked quietly to her side.

The girl fell asleep peacefully, the laptop was still on the quilt, and the screen was covered with program budgets.

Kiro: Trying to work with jet lag must be hard, right?

Kiro picked up the laptop while talking, and after pressing the save button, he closed the screen and put it aside.

Just when he was about to get into bed, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly stayed in place.

Kiro: …

In the next second, Kiro began to rub his somewhat cold hands to warm them up and then on the clothes and trousers that were penetrated with cold air.

It wasn’t until his body became warm that he lifted the quilt and lay down slowly.

But before he could find the most suitable sleeping position, the girl suddenly rolled over and hugged him.

Kiro: Are you a koala? You found the right place in one go.

Even though he said this, he still gently took the girl into his arms.

Just as he closed his eyes contentedly, he suddenly opened his eyes as if he had forgotten the most important thing.

Kiro smiled, leaned over and kissed the girl’s soft lips. *This is a reference to his first Exclusive Memory in his Mini House where they agreed to share a kiss in the morning when they wake up and before they go to bed 💛*

Kiro: Good night, my Miss Chips.

[Third Part]

The morning sun gleamed leisurely on my eyelids. I opened my eyes and found that the other half of the bed was empty, only covered with residual warmth.

Thinking that Kiro had already woken up, I also took out the laptop beside the bed and started working.

There is a seven-hour time difference between Loveland City and here, so I can only start work in the early hours of the morning and at midnight.

In order to finalize the cooperation intention with the overseas “TN” company earlier, I have been organizing online meetings with Anna and optimized the planning proposal and budget table many times.

It’s just that the other party hasn’t expressed its intention and my heart is beginning to sink.

After another reminder to keep the staff on track, I got off the computer and walked out of the bedroom in my nightgown.

(Cut to courtyard)

The morning sun shines in through the leaves in the courtyard, casting a peaceful moment.

I walked lazily until I noticed the empty yogurt bowl on the island in front of me and a banana peel in the trash can.

This scene reminded me of the thin frame dancing in the moonlight.

I pursed my lips, stepped forward and opened the refrigerator–

At a glance, there are only fruits and vegetables and unsweetened yogurt on the side door panel.

MC: He’s been eating these every day…there’s not even meat.

I continued to rummage and finally found a steak in the small and exquisite freezer with a sticky note on the sealed bag–

Kiro: “I’ll eat you on Thursday!”

Kiro: “What’s Kiro, who’s had meat for only two days, going to do? Can’t stand it T_T *Changed some wording*

Just seeing the words on the sticky note, his tone of grievance and bitterness filled in my mind.

Feeling sad, I picked up a pen and wrote a cute little sentence–

“I promise that when you accomplish the weight loss, we will find an authentic hot pot restaurant in Switzerland, so come on!”

After closing the refrigerator, I sighed and walked toward the living room. My gaze continued to search for Kiro’s figure.

As if responding to me, after turning a corner, I heard soft piano music playing slowly.

I followed the sound and saw a figure standing against the light.

Kiro stepped on the green grass with bare feet and stretched his slender arms toward the blue sky as if he was stroking something.

His fingertips touch the tree trunk, one arm stretched over the other as his leg extended up in the air.

The close-fitting clothes trace out lean lines and the light is like a paintbrush, leaving traces of lustre. *Once again, GT wasn’t very clear, but it sounds like he is doing an adage which is slower-paced to focus on lines and extensions of the body. The video here will give you an idea.*

Under the shadowy backlight, that unreal figure seemed to make me really see the dream-chasing boy in the script.

The sky and the earth are his audience, the grass, trees and sunshine are his feathers, and the sound of rustling leaves in the wind is the uninterrupted applause.

And like a noble prince standing under the sunlight, the immediate everything is calmly captured in his eyes.

I never made a sound, unwilling to destroy the eternal moment in this “picture frame”. It wasn’t until the sound of the piano subsided that he finally stopped and sat on the soft bed next to him. *It’s interesting that “picture frame” is mentioned because this is one of the techniques used in dance. You can use it for any sort of dance but adage is one where it’s super important to remember. Basically, imagine that as you are dancing, there is a photographer who is taking pictures of you throughout. As these pictures are being taken, you want the photographer to capture each and every position you go through to get to the next. While you want each position to be clear in the picture, you also have to remember to have your body flow rather than have it be rigid.*

I don’t know what he is thinking as he waits for his panting breaths to calm down. Only then did he reach out and lace his fingers into his hair gently, lifting it out of the way.

My gaze was following his movements, and when I found that the zipper was reaching his waist, I opened my mouth in a strange way.

MC: Do you need help?

Hearing my voice, Kiro paused slightly. He stood still for a moment and then looked sideways at me.

The moment our eyes met, the deep blue sea begins to secretly surge.

It’s as if it’s going to drag me into the tide.

Kiro: Well, help me undo it.

His voice was slightly hoarse. I walked over and slowly undid the zipper.

With the movement, the tulle of the shirt slid to the sides, revealing the thin neck and slightly protruding spine.

Perhaps the sunlight was a bit dazzling which made me involuntarily put my fingertips on his.

It is a different touch from the past because it is not so smooth. It is also a little cold.

I pursed my lips and continued to pull down the zipper. Looking at the gradually revealing spine, I finally couldn’t help blurting out my silent emotions.

MC: Kiro, I’ve made up my mind, I want to accompany you. Let’s start with a salad.

MC: I know it will be very hard for one person, so let’s work together to resist the temptation of delicious food. Just consider it a challenge!

MC: But you have to promise me that when the shooting is over, you will eat all the meat that is hidden away.

MC: If Savin disagrees, I will help you to intercede.

MC: Otherwise…you might as well take on some characters that need to gain muscle so that you can eat delicious foods freely–

Without waiting for these words to pour out, he suddenly turned around, put his hands on my lower back and kissed me.

The sudden kiss made me feel overwhelmed, but the instigator just kept silent as he breathed with me.

Slowly, his cold body embraced me and we sank onto the soft couch together, as if immersed in a clear spring in winter.

I opened my eyes slightly and found that the eyes of the person close at hand were still shut, his eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing.

But soon, he seemed to notice my gaze and opened his eyes.

Kiro: …

Now that his eyes were no longer closed, he looked at me quietly, his fingertips wandering around my lower back.

His fingertips were “cascading”, slowly running over my back and continuously rolling upwards until finally sinking deep into my hair.

The fingertips that kept rubbing made me shiver slightly.

Kiro: MC…

MC: Hm?

I murmured indulgently, but not even a moment after my breath was released, he seized me again.

At the same time, the nightgown was easily untied.

His kiss slowly moved downstream, leaving a ticklish feeling everywhere he went.

Although my body trembled slightly, I couldn’t help but want to do something… I raised my chin and caught his eyes which were as muddled as mine.

MC: Kiro…

MC: Hold me closer.

Kiro: Mm.

Even though I said this, I was the first to wrap my arms around him, making sure to leave no extra gaps.

In this way, we roamed each other’s bodies in this clear spring surging with tides, letting the temperature slowly boil.

Until the sun rises and completely covers the spring–

Only fine layers of sweat were left in the silence between each other which seemed to confirm something.

He finally let me go, but his warm fingertips were still caressing my collarbone.

Kiro: You know what? Before you came, I thought this morning was going to be a repeat of the previous few days.

I lay in his arms, a little confused by the sudden conversation, but he just raised the corners of his lips and continued talking.

Kiro: After repeating the exercises over and over again, my brain began to empty, and I imagined myself coming to the seaside. My feet were no longer touching green grass, but rather soft sand.

Kiro: It seems that you can float in the clouds with just a light jump.

Kiro: At that time, I was thinking, what could be better than now?

He stopped slowly, looking down at me.

Kiro: Then you stopped me.

Kiro: At that moment, all the bubbles of my fantasy disappeared little by little until there was no sea or beach.

Kiro: I came back to reality and saw my favourite scene.

At this moment, looking at those blue eyes that only reflected me, my heart began to softly surge.

MC: Is that what’s best for you?

Kiro: Well, there is no other scenery like yours.

I buried myself in his chest with a smile. We tacitly enjoyed the tranquillity at this moment and felt each other’s breath.

Growl…

Until some sudden sound came from my stomach.

Before I could explain myself, Kiro poked my stomach with a smile.

Kiro: It seems like Miss Chips’ stomach has started to eat itself.

MC: I…

He smiled brighter and lowered his head to rub the tip of my nose.

Kiro: But it’s mainly my fault that I didn’t prepare breakfast for you in advance.

After he finished speaking, he got up and walked towards the kitchen. Halfway through, he suddenly thought of something and turned to look at me.

Kiro: By the way, come to class with me after eating. I already let the teacher know in advance~

[Fourth Part]

In the afternoon, I ended up in a sunny classroom and met the rumoured “Devil Teacher”.

He is warming up at the barre. Although his hair is white, his face is thin and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle’s.

From the slender limbs and elegant posture, it is not difficult to see that even in his sixties, he still has the ultimate pursuit of art.

Kiro: Bonjour, professeur.

Kiro looked at me, wrapped an arm around my waist and continued speaking in French so that I couldn’t understand–

It wasn’t until I caught my name that I realized he was introducing me to the teacher.

I hurriedly nodded to the teacher and wondered whether I should also greet him in French, but my tongue was tied when I opened my mouth.

MC: [In English] …Hi, nice to meet you.

Teacher: Bonjour.

The teacher nodded calmly, and with a wave of his forearm, gave way to the position of the barre as if signalling the start of class.

Kiro: I’m ready to start, so you have to keep looking at me.

He leaned over slyly and looked at me, tilted his head and pecked my cheek lightly.

MC: Kiro…the teacher is still there.

Kiro: Don’t worry, he’s a “devil”, but he’s also a romantic French man.

As he spoke, he took out the dance shoes in his bag and changed into them. After taking off his jacket, he revealed the clothes he wore for practising from not long ago.

Watching him walk quickly to the barre to start warming up, I also went to the corner and sat down quickly.

The piano accompaniment sounded quickly and the classroom is gradually filled with dancing and Bu Bu’s main theme.

Teacher: Non, non, non…!! (No, no, no…!!)

Although I don’t understand French, from the teacher’s passionate tone sounding again and again, I also noticed that the atmosphere is tense and strict.

In just ten minutes, Kiro’s clothes were soaked with sweat, his cheeks were flushed, and he gasped for breath.

But he never stopped. He took a step back onto his left leg with his arms held to the side and bent his knees–

After a burst of momentum, he began to rotate round and round.

Sweat drops were scattered onto the ground following the inertia, and the only sound left in the whole classroom was the sound of the rotation… *(Video) From the sounds of it, Kiro’s doing pirouettes or fouette’s, but I’m leaning towards pirouettes.*

The corrections sounded continuously along with “Non”. *Changed some wording*

Suddenly, the picture in front of me gradually overlapped with a thin golden figure following the story I heard last night.

I thought that when he was a child, in the face of such a “vicious spirit”, he would be trembling.

But looking at it now, that doesn’t seem to be the case.

Even if the nay-saying voice is louder, he held his jaw up high and proceeds to jump up in the air, one smooth movement after the other. *(Video) Possibly grand allegro?*

His face stays determined throughout as if nothing could defeat him.

Looking at him like this, the little golden portrait I built in my mind was stroked with “pride”.

Involuntarily, I took out my phone and silently recorded the picturesque scene.

After an unknown amount of time, the light was dyed red-gold by time and afterglow slipped in.

I straightened my body slightly, and the moment the devil teacher stepped out of the classroom, I quickly walked in front of Kiro.

At this time, he was sitting on the floor stretching his muscles. I squatted down, handed over the water bottle and kissed him lightly.

MC: Kiro, thank you for your hard work~

Kiro: It wasn’t hard, I’m just a little tired–

He pouted coquettishly, opened his arms, and lay back on the floor.

MC: The floor is so cold, you’ll catch a cold like this!

Kiro: Then you should come and warm me up.

Kiro smiled and tugged me lightly so that I fell into his lap and open arms.

As if he wanted to rest for a while, he closed his eyes, his fingertips caressed my shoulder restlessly.

Kiro: Miss Chips, how did I do in class?

MC: Do I really need to say? You did very, very well, of course.

Kiro: Hmm…could this be the encouragement of love?

MC: Wrong. To be precise, it is the encouragement and affirmation of love~

MC: If you don’t believe me, take a look at the dance you just did. It was just like a dynamic oil painting~

As I said that, I took out my cell phone and played the video I just recorded for him.

Kiro: Sigh…It seems that the jump is not high enough and the feeling of staying in the air isn’t either.

Kiro: And when controlling the legs, the insteps are not very straight, and it seems that the muscles are subconsciously relaxed.

According to his comments, I carefully observed every frame of the screen for a second and finally poked him with my elbow helplessly.

MC: …Are you sure you’re not nitpicking? *If there’s one thing that most dancers hate, it’s watching themselves dance in a video. It’s like “Omg, not the sickled foot! 😫” “ What is that leg doing?!” LOL*

MC: Or maybe it’s because I’m an outsider, so I can’t see things the same way you do.

Kiro: Maybe both?

Kiro: After all, in the eyes of the professional, you can see at a glance whether the movements are in place.

Kiro: So I still have a long, long way to go before reaching that level.

Kiro: It just so happens that there is no class tomorrow, so why not spend the whole day in the practice room, trying to improve the instep situation…

Even though he said that, his tone was not the slightest bit discouraged. On the contrary, there is still a bit of eagerness to try.

I couldn’t help but prop my head sideways, stretch out my thumb and poke his cheek like a stamp.

MC: Kiro, you are really amazing.

He also imitated me and turned his head sideways and touched the tip of my nose.

Kiro: Huh? Did you just find out that I’m amazing today?

MC: …Seriously?? I’m praising you!

Seeing me pretending to be serious, he smiled and narrowed his eyes like the corners of his mouth. The little bear dipped in honey obediently waits for “praise”.

MC: Because I saw you in class today, I realized that this process seems to be more difficult than I imagined.

MC: It is simply a double tempering of the mind and body…but you seem to be enjoying it, so that’s what makes it amazing.

Kiro: Hearing you say that, I don’t seem to be bad~

I smiled and winked as I handed the microphone to his mouth.

MC: In this case, I want to interview Superstar Kiro. What tips can you pass on to me in this regard?

MC: I also want to have fun on the journey of training~

He rolled his eyes and laid down again with his head on top of his arms.

Kiro: It seems that there is no trick, I just often see things that make me stick to it when I practice. *Such a dancer thing to say haha*

I looked around the classroom, tilting my head in confusion.

MC: But isn’t there just a barre and a mirror here?

Kiro: Not quite, maybe it’s because our perspectives are different?

Kiro: For example, in your eyes, what you see is that I keep dancing and practising.

Kiro: But in my eyes, besides the barre and the mirror, I also see many different things.

MC: What is that?

Kiro: …I’m trying to figure out how to describe it to you.

In the end, his eyes lit up. When he came close to me, his sweet breath stopped at the tip of my nose.

Kiro: Let’s see, how about you practice with me tomorrow?

Kiro: So that you can see what I see.

[Memory Silhouette]

In the evening after Kiro and I got back from class, we began eating a salad.

Kiro: Miss Chips, are you sure you don’t want to add any salad dressing?

Kiro: You know you don’t have to follow so closely.

I nodded with firm eyes, put a vegetable in my mouth and chewed.

MC: No need, I said I want to be with you.

MC: And eating a healthy salad is good for me, too. It’ll help to remove the buildup of the greasy food I ate before~

MC: If I’m really gluttonous, I’ll use the “self-deception method”--

As I said this, I picked up a piece of tofu, closed my eyes and put it in my mouth.

MC: This is meat, this is meat. Just chew this tender and fragrant meat.

Kiro: I’ll try it, too.

Kiro: What I’m eating now is tender beef and eggs.

I couldn’t help but secretly open my eyes halfway and smile after Kiro had followed my example and closed his eyes to eat.

MC: So? Does it work?

He opened his eyes and shrugged his shoulders with a helpless smile.

Kiro: No, it’s just plain white tofu.

Kiro: Ah– I can’t wait until tomorrow to eat that steak.

Hearing this, I suddenly thought of something and opened my mouth while picking up some beans.

MC: By the way, you said that there is no class tomorrow in the afternoon and you can only practice by yourself.

MC: So when is your next class?

He rolled his eyes and bit into a vegetable.

Kiro: Next Monday.

I froze for a moment and couldn’t help being a little surprised.

MC: Is there always such a long time between classes?

Kiro: Well, he has so many students to teach, so the queue is very full.

MC: Ah..that sounds so hard having to teach classes all day long.

Kiro: He doesn’t find it hard. Since he retired from the stage, he has been teaching students who also want to be on the stage. Kiro: In this way, day after day, twenty or thirty years have passed.

MC: Amazing… *I’ve had a couple of professors who were in their seventies. One of them even performed occasionally, too.*

Before I could finish speaking, Kiro took out a tissue, wiped the corner of my mouth lightly, and continued to eat with a fork.

Kiro: Mm, but being able to maintain his fierce character for thirty years is something that is special about him…

MC: You never really talked about his gentle side before. Is it the encouragement method? *Changed some wording*

Kiro thought for a while, smiled and shook his head.

Kiro: He himself said that he can gently praise and encourage just like other teachers.

Kiro: But to do so would smooth out the edges of genius.

Kiro: If ultimate perfection is desired, then indulgent compliments should be an afterthought.

MC: …Hold on.

I bit the fork lightly, pretending to look at Kiro seriously.

MC: Could it be that your perfectionism was nurtured by this teacher?

Kiro: That’s not true, it just happens to be the same idea.

MC: Really…you already had such an awareness when you were ten years old?

MC: At that time, I would only cry and complete all the holiday homework the day before school started…

Kiro put down the fork, smiled and rubbed my head.

Kiro: Of course, at the time I didn’t know what the term perfectionism meant.

Kiro: I just simply wanted to be the best, to be first.

Looking at his smiling eyes, I couldn’t help pinching his nose.

MC: A very ambitious ghost– *I don’t know what this was meant to be*

Kiro: As you said, being a workaholic is not bad~

He pinches my nose in return and then puts the two empty salad bowls in the sink and starts cleaning.

I blinked and ran to help him clean up the table.

MC: After washing, I’ll help you with the lines, alright?

His soapy hand paused slightly, and after a while, he quickly pecked the side of my face.

MC: Pfft…Are you that happy to practice lines with me?

Kiro: Of course, with your sweet self by my side, I’m jumping with joy. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: So how can I be unhappy when I am soaked in a honeypot~

[Fifth Part]

On the second day, wisps of morning light were hidden behind the classroom door. I pushed it lightly and the sun enveloped my whole body at once, making me feel marvellous and causing my eyes to narrow.

MC: Sure enough, a beautiful day starts by being greeted by the sun.

Kiro: That’s right, today’s practice will definitely be “distinction”. *Changed the word at the end because one of the highest levels of marks you can get in a ballet exam is called “distinction” (at least in RAD)*

Thinking about what Kiro said yesterday, I smiled and wrapped my arms around the nape of his neck.

MC: But before starting, let me say this in advance!

MC: If I look stiff and have two left feet, you must not laugh at me. *Changed some wording*

He looked at me who was close at hand, leaned in and pecked the side of my lips.

Kiro: Okay, but before that, go and change your clothes, alright?

MC: …Clothes?

I followed his gaze and looked back to find a brand new dance skirt on the stool in the classroom.

Kiro: You should know that in addition to office supplies and daily necessities in your suitcase, there are only Spring Festival-themed clothes to be worn here.

Kiro: I don’t have any close-fitting sportswear, so I had to ask someone to buy some overnight.

I walked over curiously and picked up the dance skirt. It was like a cicada’s wings, the thin lace looked gorgeous and comfortable.

MC: Why is this different from the practice clothes in my memory, it looks like a performance costume–

Kiro slightly shrugged his shoulders, cunning in his eyes.

Kiro: Maybe that’s because it was bought for the “princess” I talked to on the phone? ….She’s both cute and fascinating.

MC: ……You really didn’t say that, did you?

He smiled and took off his coat and the practice clothes he had changed into were inexplicably matched with the skirt in my hand.

Kiro: Miss Chips is so silly. Actually, I ordered this skirt online myself overnight.

Kiro: It’s just that my eyes are too picky, so I finally chose the one that I think is best.

Kiro: Of course, the prerequisite for choosing is that it has to match my clothes.

After changing clothes and walking into the classroom, Kiro’s gaze fell on me and he laughed.

Kiro: It’s so beautiful. Now it’s time to invite my Princess Chips to warm up with me~

As he spoke, he led me to the barre and I imitated his movements and put my leg on the barre.

In an instant, I felt my muscles being stretched.

Kiro: Does it hurt?

Kiro walked behind me and lightly stroked my lower thigh with his fingertips which made me tremble uncontrollably.

MC: …No, but it’s a bit ticklish.

Kiro: Then just try to bear it? Your body is left vulnerable to injury if it’s not properly warmed up.

Seeing me nodding my head, he also suppressed his smile a little and helped me warm up earnestly.

His cold fingertips moved from my thighs to my waist and then my butterfly bone. After a while, sweat beads began to appear.

His fingertips are no longer cold, almost as if they were absorbing my increasing body temperature.

It wasn’t until the sunlight shifted after a few minutes that I exhaustedly leaned on his shoulder.

MC: Why…is warming up so tiring. I feel that it’s even more energy-consuming than Pilates. *Between the two, Pilates rocked me omg. My body wouldn’t stop shaking after 😖. But ballet warm-ups can be hella intense, too. I had one teacher that used to say that if you’re not pouring sweat after the first exercise, you’re doing something wrong 😅*

Kiro: You can’t stop now, this is just the beginning.

Without waiting for me to make a bitter face, he rubbed my cheek.

Kiro: Or do you not want to feel it?

MC: Of course I do, what should I do next?

At this time, there was a vibrating sound which seemed to be coming from my cell phone on the bench.

I glanced at Kiro, walked over suspiciously and picked it up to find it was Anna calling.

Anna: MC, TN, which had been wanting to talk about cooperation before has finally agreed.

Anna: But the profit they proposed is far worse than our expectation. We don’t even have the authority to plan the programs we cooperate with…It feels like the company has exhausted all its options.

MC: Is there room for negotiation?

Anna: Probably not. After all, TN is an experienced overseas media company, and many domestic media companies want to cooperate with them even after paying money.

My heart sank. Facing this “favourite” in the eyes of the media, I was speechless, so I had to end the call first.

Kiro: What’s the matter? Your expression doesn’t look good.

I don’t know when but Kiro came to my side and rubbed between my brows.

I took a deep breath and briefly explained the incident.

MC: I thought it was good news, but I didn’t expect it to be a sum of money that would almost erase our profits besides increasing popularity.

As I said that, I buried myself in his chest with some distress.

MC: But in the long run, this is a very important step in the strategy of “occupying” overseas markets.

MC: So is it better to agree to cooperate?

Kiro: So you’re conflicted about which option to go with?

MC: After all, it is a matter of choice. No matter which option we go with, I won’t feel very reconciled…

Kiro gently stroked my hair, his eyes filled with light.

Kiro: I don’t think there’s anything to be worried about.

He said this and took me to the barre and put my hands on top of it.

Kiro: MC, in order to achieve our goals, we have to accept that no trade-offs can be made.

Kiro: But it’s not a once-and-for-all decision. Sometimes it’s only an illusion that confuses you.

Kiro: Let you mistakenly think that giving up important things will give you better returns in the future.

MC: Kiro…

Gazing into my perplexed eyes, he just moved closer to me, breathing lightly by my ears.

Kiro: I still remember the teacher telling me in my first ballet class–

Kiro raised my chin with his fingertips, making my breathing stop.

Kiro: Never bow your head so easily.

His eyes are clear and bright in the sun, but also a little fierier.

Kiro: Everyone has their own pride.

Kiro: So we need to continue to maintain it to keep it fulfilled.

No matter how slow I was, I realized that Kiro seemed to care about what he was referring to.

Kiro: And, if you want to let your every move be relaxed and controlled.

Kiro: Then you yourself must first have strength.

In the next second, his fingers moved between my legs. Within seconds, tremors spread all over my body.

Kiro: Squeeze your legs.

Kiro: The strength runs through from the feet to the head, so this way you can stand more firmly and not be easily shaken.

A low but undeniable voice sounded in my ears. I took a light breath and tried to squeeze my legs together according to his words.

I gradually felt his fingertips being squeezed and restrained by my legs, but I still let his fingertips climb up calmly.

Kiro: Your inner strength is not enough, I can still do whatever I want. *Just want to add that this is something that dance teachers stress to their students. Having inner thigh strength is one the most important things to maintaining good balance, along with core strength.*

As if to prove his words, he pulled out his hand and easily picked up my leg with one finger and slowly tightened his palm.

The sudden move made me want to look in the mirror ahead.

He seemed to sense what I was going to do and gently held my jaw. *The position that MC is in is called arabesque*

MC: Kiro…?

Seeing that I was a little surprised, those quiet eyes finally turned into a small smile.

Then he leaned closer and rubbed my shoulder.

Kiro: Miss Chips, remember what I said yesterday?

Kiro: About what exactly I saw in my vision.

MC: Mm…

He smiled lightly and looked into the distance.

Kiro: I’m not actually watching myself in the mirror doing one movement one after another.

Kiro: Nor am I looking at every person and thing in this classroom.

He paused and slowly retracted his palm that was tightly holding my waist.

Kiro: I will look to the end of the distance. *YASSSS!! This is another thing that is taught in dance. You don’t want to just aim your focus at the audience or at an object, you want to project it outside the venue and beyond.*

Kiro: Sometimes there is the sea, the green grass, and the place where I shuttle between cities.

Kiro: They are all my stages.

Kiro: And when I perform on my stage, how can I feel bitter?

Kiro: I just feel satisfied, and I just want to stay on this stage just a little longer.

Looking at the vast sea in his eyes, my heart also ripples like the waves.

It surges endlessly, pushing me to the bright place again and again.

Kiro: Now, do you still feel stuck on which decision to make?

I looked and him and shook my head slightly.

MC: It seems that I no longer am. I know what I should do now.

Seeing that I had an answer, Kiro laughed.

In the next second, he held my waist with both hands like in a classic ballet pas de deux and lifted me into the air.

Kiro: MC, I have one more thing to ask you.

He said this while supporting me to turn and face the window.

Kiro: Can you tell me what the scenery is in your eyes right now?

Following his voice, I looked at everything in my field of vision and my heart began to surge softly.

MC: I…

MC: I see the grass, the sky, and the distance…

MC: I see many beautiful sceneries.

Even though it is an all-too-common scene in front of me, I dare not blink at this moment.

I don’t want to spoil a single bit of it.

Kiro: You said before that if I feel tired, out of breath or frustrated…

Kiro: You’ll be the driftwood that’ll always hold me up.

Kiro: So that I can do whatever I want to the best of my ability.

Kiro: And I’ll be yours.

Kiro lowered me slowly while talking and we were attached to each other without any gaps.

His eyes were shining brightly as if this fine light is enough to light up my whole being.

I couldn’t help but hold his cheeks and smile brightly.

MC: Kiro, you have always been doing something like this for me.

MC: I know you will always be by my side, encouraging and supporting me. So no matter what happens, I won’t be timid.

MC: You have always been my strength. *CRYING RN*

Kiro shook his head lightly with a gorgeous smile on his face.

Kiro: Just this is not enough.

Kiro: I want even more of you.

After speaking, he gently held my head and kissed me tenderly.

His breath is so soft, but it seems to be able to invade my whole world, leaving only the surging sea.

I just lay in the blue ocean, letting it move my body with the tides.

In his arms, I also slowly closed my eyes, feeling his temperature, feeling being surrounded by light–

Because my heart has already crafted the brightest and most beautiful scenery.

[End]

#mlqc #mr love queens choice #mlqc kiro #mr love kiro #mlqc spoilers #周棋洛 #mr love game #THIS IS MY NEW FAVOURITE DATE NOW!!!#date translation #MC BEING SO OPENLY AFFECTIONATE #KIRO BEING VULNERABLE #KUDOS TO YOU PG!!!

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[CN] Kiro's 6th Anniversary Event Story - Final Part (2)

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for content that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

Haha, so apparently I was wrong about the last post being the final part of this event story. And if you thought the last one was cute and wholesome, wait till you read this one 😭💕

Read Part 1: HERE

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 2]

For this part, producers were asked to leave questions for themselves during the fifth anniversary to answer during the sixth anniversary, kind of like a year-end review.

There is a gentle breeze outside the window, and Kiro looks at me, waiting expectantly for me to speak.

I take a breath and say it slowly while thinking.

The first question I ask myself is: <self-written question>... <the player answers>.

The second question I asked is: <self written question>... <player answers>

My third question is: <self-written question> My answer is... <player answers>

After answering, Kiro hugs me into his arms and cannot help but peck the corner of my mouth.

Kiro: I declare that I am loving this event very much.

Kiro: I didn't expect to meet Miss Chips from a different period like this and hear your true feelings.

Kiro: There is a feeling of memories coming to us and embracing us~

I rub the crook of his neck.

MC: Then let me take a look at the Kiro from that time~

Kiro: Before answering, I have a small "note" to tell you in advance.

MC: What?

Kiro: That is, Miss Chips needs to know - my heart has long transcended all languages.

Kiro: So what I'm going to say next cannot explain everything about me.

Watching him speaking so seriously, I wink at him.

MC: You don't have to worry about that.

MC: I'll be able to see those feelings that cannot be put into words in your eyes.

[Video shot during the fifth anniversary]

Kiro: This is the interrogation room of Kiro's soul. This is during the happy fifth anniversary of his relationship with Miss Chips.

Kiro: Next, I have a few questions that I would like to leave for myself one year from now. The full score of this questionnaire is 30. Asking Mr. Kiro to make his own evaluation.

Kiro: The first question is, was she happy every minute she was around you this year? If she was unhappy, did you make her happy in the end?

Kiro: Second question, what new achievements have you unlocked with her this year?

Kiro: The third question is, have you tried your best to make her feel happy this year?

Kiro: How much did you score in the end? Go and report it to MC next to you!

Kiro: But I have great faith in this superhero. These things are as natural and important to you as breathing, right?

[End of video]

Seeing all the questions related to me, I feel a surge of affection in my heart.

MC: For the first question... can I, the client, answer it?

Kiro: Of course, no one is more qualified than you.

Watching him "take off his hat" to me like a gentleman, I am immediately amused and cooperate by "holding up my skirt". I speak slowly.

MC: I'm happy every minute, even every second, when I'm with Kiro.

Kiro: Your evaluation of me is much too high. How am I supposed to improve next year?

MC: Although I think you're good enough now, I know that Mr. Kiro, the perfectionist, isn't willing to lose to this year's version of himself.

MC: Then I'll just leave this problem to the you of next year~

I blink my eyes, model my hand to look like a "microphone" and put it to his mouth.

MC: It's your turn to answer the next questions.

Kiro: Let me think... you and I have unlocked a lot of achievements this year that it feels like a list of 99+!

Kiro: For example, I learned ballet with you, we rode horses together, and as my first family member, you accompanied me to play the suona...

This is a reference to Kiro's Joyful Heart Minds Quest, Happiness Date and Loud Date :>

Kiro: I feel like I won't be able to finish listing them even in three days and three nights.

A smile overflows from those blue pupils.

Kiro: In my heart, even if I just fry a perfect heart-shaped egg with you, it's an "achievement" worthy of being recorded.

A reference to his Partner Date

MC: Then let's continue to unlock more achievements and strive for 999 in the next year!

Kiro: If the goal is set so high, doesn't that mean that we'll have to stay together every minute to achieve it?

Once he sees me nod, Kiro hugs me tightly in satisfaction.

Kiro: Now it's time for the final question. My answer is--

Kiro: I have. Not only that, I too feel happy when I'm around you.

Kiro: This is the best proof.

My heart quietly swells in my chest. I smile and reach out to hold his face.

MC: If we're measuring it like this, then let's be a bit more "unsatisfied".

He obviously understands the implication of my words and lowers his head, nuzzling the tip of my nose.

Kiro: Then I will give myself a score of 29 this year.

Kiro: In order to make MC happier, I will never be satisfied.

Kiro: I will always give you the best.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 3]

When the car drives into Fairytale City, I can't help but sigh that the city is just like its name - with buildings full of fairytale motifs spreading out like oil paintings.

The heart-shaped stone wall standing in the distance looks like an illustration in a fairytale storybook. The hot air balloons floating in the sky use the sky as a backdrop to color the path of its flight.

We are surrounded by a dreamlike beauty, all of it too beautiful to be true.

MC: Aren't we going home? How come...

Kiro: Well, since we're out having fun, of course I'd want to take Miss Chips with me to see more beautiful scenery.

Kiro blinks at me and points at the hot air balloon floating in the sky, giving me a mysterious smile.

Kiro: By the way, let me reveal to you the best viewing location here--

Kiro: Come with me to the experience this fairytale.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[Version 1]

When Kiro and I arrive at the at the hot air balloon ticketing counter, we are told that the next earliest flight would be in an hour.

With no choice left, we buy the tickets and wait on a bench nearby.

Kiro: The sun will have set after an hour. It's a pity that we can't see the best scenery at sunset.

MC: It doesn't matter, the night view is also very lovely. We can look down at the thousands of lights and look up at the stars~

??: Grandpa and grandma, the two of you are celebrating your 60th anniversary, right? I wish you a happy anniversary!

I see a few people surrounding an old couple who look incredibly happy.

I am surprised hearing the term "sixtieth anniversary", but also a little hopeful and envious.

MC: 60th anniversary... that's ten times ours!

Kiro: When we get to that age, it'll be interesting to sit here and reflect on today's scene.

While I happily agree, the corner of my gaze accidentally meets that of the old lady's, so I smile politely at them.

Seeing me say hello, the old man smiles and nods.

Grandpa: Have the two of you also come here for your anniversary, young ones?

MC: Yes, this is our sixth year, and he specially brought me here to take me on a hot air balloon ride~

Grandpa: Then he was right to bring you here. The scenery here is truly magnificent, especially now, just in time for sunset.

At this moment, Kiro smiles akwardly.

Kiro: Yes, but it's a pity that I couldn't buy the current flight. The earliest one is an hour later.

The old lady suddenly pats her thigh, and after whispering a few words to her husband, the two of them come over and hand us two tickets.

Grandma: Come, we can just exchange tickets with you two. It just so happens that our hot air balloon will take off in a few minutes, so you can catch up.

MC: ...!

Kiro: ...Thank you both for your kindness, but today is your sixtieth anniversary. It's only right that you see the most beautiful scenery.

Grandma: You are welcome, but this isn't the first time we've been here. We've seen it many times, during the day and night.

Regardless of our refusal, the old lady enthusiastically put the tickets into my hand. Seeing our desire to return it, she quickly waves her hand.

Grandma: When this old man and I first came here to celebrate our anniversary, a couple helped us exchange our tickets.

"--Passengers at 17:20 please start checking in."

Grandma: It's fate. Hurry up and go.

Kiro and MC: Thank you~ Happy 60th Anniversary!

We no longer decline, but solemnly and gratefully thank them, bidding them farewell.

When I turn around and walk towards the ticket gate, I can't help but squeeze Kiro's hand.

Kiro: When we celebrate our 60th anniversary, let's wish other young couples the same way.

MC: Pfft...

With him saying the term "young couples" so seriously, I can't help but laugh out loud.

And the moment our eyes meet, it is as if we have already envisioned our 60th anniversary.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[Version 2]

On the cobblestone street, the musicians play their instruments as if intoxicated. The melodious sound of bagpipes make the quiet and peaceful city backdrop even richer.

The buildings on both sides of the street are unique, as if after opening a certain door, one can see the elves of legend.

We stop at the corner of the intersection. A small store seems to grab Kiro's attention.

The signboard of the mini store does not carry the name of the store, but a pattern of a hot air balloon is stitched together using various materials.

The mellow yellow light in the window is very warm, and a dizzying variety of handicrafts fill the shelves in the store. We walk along the shelves, and a decorative painting of a hot air balloon made of colored crystals at the end catches my eye.

On a blue background, colorful hot-air balloons rise slowly, with red ribbons tied to the baskets of the hot air balloons.

MC: Kiro, do you think this looks familiar?

Kiro thinks for a moment and then a hint of joy flashes in his eyes.

Kiro: This painting is similar to the scene of us riding in a hot air balloon together in our last "Agent Level Elopement Plan".

Kiro: Look, this place looks very much like the set we filmed at. I remember that next to it was the hotel we stayed in, and a flower field!

His fingers point at the corner of the picture and those scenes seem to reappear before my eyes.

On such a day, coming across such a suitable gift seems to be destiny.

Just as I am about to buy it, Kiro picks up the painting before I do.

Kiro: Shall we take it home?

Kiro: It's a very suitable piece to place in our "private memorial".

I pause and hold his arm seriously.

MC: Kiro, do you think that we were on the same wavelengths just now?

Kiro: So what do we do next?

Kiro deliberately pauses after speaking, as if he wants me to cooperate in answering his obvious question.

I can't help but chuckle and quickly continue.

MC: We pay and leave for a ride on the hot air balloon, of course!

Kiro: Bingo, our tacit understanding is perfect today as well.

Once he finishes speaking, he lowers his head and pecks my lips, then leads me towards the cashier.

When I walk out of the shop, the crimson color of the setting sun fills the sky, seeming to embody all of my expectations.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, we board the last hot air balloon before the sun completely sets.

After speaking with the staff, Kiro personally handles the hot air balloon we are taking. As we continue to climb in altitude, the field of our vision also continues to expand.

The overall picture of the fairytale city gradually becomes clear, the scenery of the city gradually becoming smaller and smaller, slowly turning into lights, with stars falling under our feet.

As the terminus of this journey, the scenery in front of me satisfies my imagination befitting of the words fairytale, romance and beauty.

Looking at the one beside me, I can't help but wonder about the question I was curious about when we set off.

MC: Unexpectedly, good things, big and small, kept happening at every stop of our journey.

MC: However, they all happened for different reasons, so it's difficult to pin-point one specific answer.

The setting sun immerses his entire body in a gentle golden glow, making him look dreamy and soft.

Kiro: While the answer is indeed difficult to summarize, now that I think about it, maybe we've been making things too complicated.

MC: Hm?

Kiro: Since the prerequisite for all good things to happen is to be with my favorite MC...

Kiro: Then the reason why good things happen is simple--

Within that dreamy scenery, like a waterfall of light, I completely see myself in those blue eyes.

Kiro: It's because we love each other.

The extremely simple echo falls solemnly and decisively into my ears, filling my heart with the person before me.

Kiro: It's because the direction of our progress always leads us to each other. Our eyes always look at where the other person is.

Kiro: It's because we seem to be the other half of each other's souls. We are complete together, and we know each other's little habits and bad tempers well.

He slightly leans over and pulls me into his arms.

Kiro: [lets out a lovesick sigh] Along the way, we've cleared levels and won prizes with tacit understanding. Although we encountered a few difficulties, we'd be full of confidence, as long as we are together.

Kiro: Accidental luck is enough to make us happy; the similarities and differences of our bodies are like our souls growing together.

Kiro: Those good things are all things filled with joy, and these joys are the eyes of you who stay with me and look at the world together with me.

Kiro: It's because Kiro and MC love each other deeply, that the world also gives us more love.

Kiro: Giving us good things, surprising us, and allowing us to hold onto to these blessings together.

He gently touches our foreheads together, and our accompanying shadows seem to overlap at this moment.

Kiro: MC, you made the world love me.

The world becomes hazy, leaving me clueless as to what to say. All I can do is hug him tightly.

I know that this is the only answer - the one good thing that can be traced, is the magic of love.

MC: Then I'll work hard to make this world love you more and let it give you all its love.

The promise on that hot air balloon becomes clearer in my memory. Within that magnificent scenery, I let go of the embrace and stretch out my hands into the shape of a trumpet.

MC: KIRO, I LOVE YOU FIRST IN THE WHOLE WORLD!

Into the distance, towards the direction of the sun, I shout loudly, wanting to devote my entire heart to him.

MC: KIRO, I WILL LET YOU HAVE ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD...!

Kiro: NEXT YEAR, THE YEAR AFTER THAT, AND EVERY YEAR AFTER THAT, I WILL ALWAYS BE BY YOUR SIDE!

Kiro: I WILL GIVE YOU ALL THE BEAUTY AND HAPPINESS IN THE WORLD, AND BE THE PERSON WHO LIKES YOU THE MOST IN THE WHOLE WORLD!

The sky is filled with rays of light, both on the horizon and on my face.

In his arms, I clearly hear his heartbeat at this moment, echoing warmly with my own.

MC: Kiro, thank you for the surprise you've given me. I don't think I will ever forget this scenery.

Kiro: The most beautiful scenery is about to take place now.

The moment his words fall, the colored lights hanging on the balloon go from being perpetually lit to flickering like stars, like some kind of signal.

A brilliant streak pierces the dusky sky and fireworks burst into bloom, instantly showering the world with flowers akin to daylight.

The next second, a gentle kiss falls upon my lips.

The press of his lips turns into a lingering warmth. I close my eyes and respond to him passionately with those unfinished words in my heart.

The sound of fireworks rings loud in my ears, but they cannot beat the sound of my heartbeat at this moment.

Kiro: MC, happy sixth anniversary.

Kiro: Only now can the trip be considered worthwhile.

At this moment, he uses everything at his disposal to create a grand fairytale for me.

Even if the glow behind me is eternal, it is far less brilliant than the lover in front of me.

He gives me all of his love and never worries about me asking for more. All that matters to him is whether he is giving me enough, and then says things as if it is most natural thing ever.

MC: This must be the most beautiful fairy tale I have ever seen.

Kiro: No matter how incredible the fairytale is, I will make it come true for you.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 4]

When I see the photos of various sceneries posted on the car's glass, my voice rises a bit with joy.

MC: These were the places we travelled to together!

MC: But I've never seen these before. Why has a certain someone been taking secret photos?

My eyes stop on a few familiar yet unfamiliar "roads" and I point at them.

Kiro: These aren't secret photos. It's called using the power of technology to perfectly capture Miss Chips.

Kiro: That way, when I become a grandpa, I can--

He raises his eyes, touches his non-existent beard and pecks the photo of me.

Kiro: [imitating an old man's voice x1] Hmm~ My Miss Chips hasn't changed at all.

Kiro: [x2] Still so cute~

MC: Pfft, you're so dramatic!

Kiro: Nu-uh, what I said is true.

He winks seriously. I smile and peck him, picking up the first photo I come across.

MC: Then I want to appreciate the work of this photographer~

In the photo, the both of us are illuminated by the bright sun, our adjacent shadows playfully falling on the mottled ancient wall.

MC: I remember this place! We were imitating the little ducks walking on the roadside! But why didn't you send it to me at that time?

Kiro: This is the basic characteristic of a "magician". If I had sent them all to you, I wouldn't have been able to see your current expression.

He moves a little closer to me and a soft hum of success falls into my ear.

MC: Oh~ Turns out that this is the "magic" that Master Kiro had prepared long ago.

I smile secretly and continue to browse through the photos. Two blurry figures come into my sight--

Snow spread out all over the window, and within the frame, he was singing a duet with me with a mini-microphone. Just a single glance at it is able to make me feel very warm inside.

MC: You actually cut it out of the "MV" we recorded for fun! It looks way more atmospheric than the dynamic one~

Kiro: This can be called our "life photo"!

Kiro: With that said... here is another "life photo" of us.

He leans down and points to a photo with a smile.

Kiro: Ding ding, it's this--

Kiro: The moment "Miss Chips was taking pictures of her favorite person, and then the person who likes her most took pictures of her".

I look at the picture and my heart fills with layers of warmth.

It turns out that before I could put the person I like into my "world", I was always in his world.

MC: What should I do? I like every picture you take.

I gently caress the photo, but my gaze couldn't wait to see the "us" in the next picture--

In a quiet sea of flowers, we are seated in a retro convertible sports car. Same story - I look at the scenery, while he looks at me.

The winter sunshine illuminates him brilliantly, and also lit me up beside him.

Kiro: This photo also left a deep impression on me. When I saw this scene in the rearview mirror, I was thinking...

Kiro: Why is MC so beautiful? The scenery isn't as lovely as ten thousandth of you.

MC: It's obvious that I have a filter in your eyes~

Kiro: But you're clearly very lovely.

Kiro: What makes me happy is never the scenery, but you in the scenery.

His determination fills me up little by little. I lean into his arms with peace of mind and look at the last photo.

Under the dreamy purple clouds, hot air balloons float in the sky.

The person who creates romance for me holds a bouquet of "doll flowers" and smiles brightly at the camera.

MC: What about this one... how did you think of recording the scene before the surprise reveal?

MC: Could it be that you wanted to record my before and after pictures~

Kiro: Not exactly.

Kiro: In addition to recording you in this piece, I also wanted to record myself.

Kiro: I wanted to know what the Kiro who prepares everything for you and loves you so much, is like.

Kiro: But now it seems like nothing special.

He pauses and tightens his hold on me.

Kiro: He's just an ordinary person who likes his beloved very much.

I turn around and hook the back of his neck.

MC: Who said that? In my eyes he is super handsome and unique!

MC: So let me see you like this one more time, okay~

A corner of polarized light gently seeps into his eyes. He lowers his head and gently kisses my forehead.

Kiro: Certainly. This is what I have always done and will continue to do in the future.

Kiro: Let me be the Kiro who likes you the most in this world.

Kiro: --It's a promise and a resolution.

[END]

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

HAPPY 6TH ANNIVERSARY AND NEW YEAR TO KIRO AND MC!! MAY THESE TWO ALWAYS BE HAPPY AND TOTALLY GET THE 60TH ANNIVERSARY THEY'RE LOOKING FORWARD TO (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

#AMEN!! HALLELUJAH!! I HAVE LOST WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW PRECIOUS THESE TWO ARE (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)❤️#those pictures are SO CUTE ARGH!! JUST LIKE THEM--#playful cute and romantic #MA HEART (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)#never thought that my years of screaming about these two being twin flames would actually pay off #and before i forget... HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!✨#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc kiro

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