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Grief

Grief

สŸแด€แด…s ส™แดสs x ส€แด‡แด€แด…แด‡ส€

Grief

แฏ“โ… โ”† ๐˜ด๐˜บ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ด โ”† : ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜“๐˜ˆ๐˜‹๐˜š ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด?

แฏ“โ… โ”† ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ด โ”† : ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด๐˜ต, & ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜–๐˜–๐˜Š

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ห—หห‹ โ…๏ฝกหš โ˜๏ธŽ หš๏ฝกโ‹†๏ฝกหšโ˜ฝ หŽหŠห— โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€

Grief

๐—๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ซ

Xavier is unraveling. He refuses to accept the brutal reality of your absence, his mind rejecting the notion that youโ€™re gone. Every day he clings to the desperate hope of finding you, even if it means chasing an illusion. Jeremiah pleads with him to let go, to find rest, but Xavier hasnโ€™t slept a single night since you disappeared. The world insists youโ€™re gone forever, but he canโ€™t believe that. Somewhere, he convinces himself, you must still exist. Heโ€™s willing to turn the world upside down to see you again, despite the gnawing certainty deep inside him that youโ€™re lost to him forever. He will never stop, not until his body collapses from exhaustion. Losing you once was unbearable; he wonโ€™t let it happen again, no matter the cost.

Grief

๐™๐š๐ฒ๐ง๐ž

Zayne appears composed, his emotions meticulously controlled, his expression unchanged. But the mere mention of your name sends ripples through his calm facade. When alone in his office, the dam breaks. Tears fall freely as memories of your smile flood his mind, shattering his composure. Your disappearance haunts him, and he blames himself for not protecting you, for not being there when you needed him. It takes years for him to begin moving on, and even then, the wound never truly heals. He will always carry the pain of losing the one person who mattered most to him, a scar that time can never erase.

Grief

๐‘๐š๐Ÿ๐š๐ฒ๐ž๐ฅ

Rafayel descends into despair, his mind a tangled mess, his heart shattered beyond repair. The thought of you forgetting him pales in comparison to the agony of losing you completely. He was content just being near you, even if you couldnโ€™t remember. Now, faced with a life without you, he breaks down, collapsing to the ground as sobs wrack his body. He retreats from the world, locking himself away in his studio, which becomes a prison of his own making. What good is anything if itโ€™s only half? Thatโ€™s how his heart feelsโ€”torn without you, the other half of his soul.

Grief

๐’๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ

Sylus explodes with rage. Always the controlled one, he now finds himself consumed by a fury he canโ€™t contain. You were his unexpected source of gentleness and warmth, and now youโ€™re gone, ripped away from him. The news of your disappearance drives him to violent outbursts. He flips tables, shatters glass, and destroys furniture, his shouts of frustration echoing through the mansion. Luke and Kieran keep their distance, knowing better than to approach him in this state. The loss of you makes him question everything. Whatโ€™s the point of keeping the peace, of holding back? If heโ€™s lost his world, he might as well set fire to the entire world in his grief and anger.

ยทโ†ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ†ใ€€โ…ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ€ขใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€.ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ†โ†โ€ข ใ€€ยทใ€€.ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ…

๐ด๐‘ข๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ'๐‘  ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘’: ๐‘Šโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘Ž-๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘š ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ฆ ๐‘”๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘™ ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ , ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘ ; "๐ผ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข'๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘’๐‘“๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘‹๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘–๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘†๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘ข๐‘ ." ๐ผ๐‘‡ ๐‘Š๐ด๐‘†๐‘'๐‘‡ ๐ธ๐‘‰๐ธ๐‘ ๐ผ๐‘๐‘‡๐ธ๐‘๐‘‡๐ผ๐‘‚๐‘๐ด๐ฟ, ๐ผ ๐‘†๐‘Š๐ธ๐ด๐‘… ๐ด๐‘†๐พ๐ท๐ป๐พ๐ด๐‘†.

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Hello, if it's ok with you we could have a reaction of the LaDS boys reacting to hearing the reader's sneeze for the first time and she sneezes like a kitten? (my body is ready for Sylus's part

Kitten Sneeze

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Hello, If It's Ok With You We Could Have A Reaction Of The LaDS Boys Reacting To Hearing The Reader's

แฏ“โ… โ”† ๐˜ด๐˜บ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ด โ”† : ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜“๐˜ˆ๐˜‹๐˜š ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ป๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ?

แฏ“โ… โ”† ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ด โ”† : ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต, ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ง๐˜ง, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ต & ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜–๐˜–๐˜Š

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ห—หห‹ โ…๏ฝกหš โ˜๏ธŽ หš๏ฝกโ‹†๏ฝกหšโ˜ฝ หŽหŠห— โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€

Hello, If It's Ok With You We Could Have A Reaction Of The LaDS Boys Reacting To Hearing The Reader's

๐—๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ซ

Upon sneezing, you sounded remarkably like the cat that Xavier feeds outside the apartment. He paused mid-action, his expression inscrutable as he observed you wiping your nose with a handkerchief, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

โ€œWhatโ€ฆ?โ€ You asked, blinking at him in confusion.

โ€œI thought I heard an actual kitten,โ€ he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. Xavier had a soft spot for kittens, often stopping to pet strays whenever he encountered them. He wouldn't even pull back if a kitten decided to nibble his finger.

โ€œI didnโ€™t know you were capable of mimicking a kitten,โ€ he chuckled softly, the corners of his lips curving into a rare, gentle smile. His eyes softened, exuding a warmth that made your heart flutter. โ€œIt was very cute.โ€

Hello, If It's Ok With You We Could Have A Reaction Of The LaDS Boys Reacting To Hearing The Reader's

๐™๐š๐ฒ๐ง๐ž

โ€œAre you alright?โ€ Zayne's voice carried a tinge of concern as he glanced at you, his brow furrowing slightly. Before you could respond, you sneezed again, the high-pitched sound eerily similar to a kitten's meow. As a dedicated doctor, his initial worry was whether this was a respiratory problem, but the consistency of your sneezes reassured him it was just a quirky trait of yours.

โ€œDrink water,โ€ he murmured, gently rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles. With his other hand, he held a glass of water to your lips, which you gratefully sipped. โ€œIโ€™m worried that you might be catching a cold or an allergy.โ€

โ€œNo, Iโ€™m okay,โ€ you reassured him, sniffing a bit.

โ€œMm.โ€ Zayne subtly nodded at your words; his concern not entirely dispelled. Though he wouldnโ€™t openly admit it, he found your sneezing adorable, its kitten-like quality endearing to someone who secretly had a soft spot for such creatures, like him.

Hello, If It's Ok With You We Could Have A Reaction Of The LaDS Boys Reacting To Hearing The Reader's

๐‘๐š๐Ÿ๐š๐ฒ๐ž๐ฅ

โ€œA-Achoo..!โ€ Your sneeze, sounding like a tiny catโ€™s meow, made Rafayel flinch visibly. He wasn't fond of cats, a fact you were well aware of, but his reaction still caught you off guard.

He stared at you with wide eyes and a furrowed brow, looking genuinely bewildered. โ€œWas that you?โ€

You wiped your nose, sniffling as you met his incredulous gaze. โ€œYeah, why?โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ His frown deepened as he slowly backed away, his expression a mix of concern and annoyance. โ€œThis is why you arenโ€™t supposed to come near those fur-monsters! Theyโ€™re already affecting you!โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ You rolled your eyes at his dramatic antics, only to notice him dialing something on his phone. Realization dawned as you saw he was calling an ambulance.

โ€œRafayel-!โ€

Hello, If It's Ok With You We Could Have A Reaction Of The LaDS Boys Reacting To Hearing The Reader's

๐’๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ

Hearing your adorable kitten-like sneeze, the first thing Sylus did was chuckle, his deep and raspy voice resonating throughout the room. He had been engrossed in a book just before you sneezed, but the unexpected sound captured his full attention.

โ€œWhat was that?โ€

โ€œWhat was whatโ€ฆ? I sneezedโ€ฆโ€

โ€œSeems like Iโ€™ve been right all along,โ€ he mused, his crimson eyes locking onto you with an amused glint. You frowned slightly, unsure of his meaning.

โ€œYou really are my kitten,โ€ he declared, his voice laced with a possessive endearment that made your cheeks burn. His straightforward claim left you blushing profusely, his intense gaze making your heart race as he reaffirmed your place in his life.

ยทโ†ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ†ใ€€โ…ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ€ขใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€.ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ†โ†โ€ข ใ€€ยทใ€€.ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ…

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Rainy Encounters

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Rainy Encounters

แฏ“โ… โ”† ๐˜ด๐˜บ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ด โ”† : ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜“๐˜ˆ๐˜‹๐˜š ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ?

แฏ“โ… โ”† ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ด โ”† : ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ต, ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ง๐˜ง & ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜–๐˜–๐˜Š

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ห—หห‹ โ…๏ฝกหš โ˜๏ธŽ หš๏ฝกโ‹†๏ฝกหšโ˜ฝ หŽหŠห— โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€

Rainy Encounters

๐—๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ซ

The rain wasn't heavy, but the light drizzle was enough to make you seek shelter under the awning of a nearby cafรฉ. You mentally kicked yourself for not bringing an umbrella, though you considered making a run for it.

"Y/N," a familiar voice called out. You instantly recognized the gentle, comforting tone and turned to see Xavier approaching.

"Xav, I didnโ€™t know you were around," you said, a smile spreading across your face.

"I was by the bus terminal," he replied, gesturing towards the waiting shed. "Then I saw you."

You realized he had moved just to be by your side, even though he already had shelter. His quiet dedication always amazed you.

"Do you have an umbrella?"

"No," he answered, seemingly unconcerned about being stuck in the rain with you.

You chuckled, typical Xavierโ€”content as long as he was with you.

"Look, the bus is arriving," he said, cutting your laugh short. Before you could suggest waiting for the next one, he removed his jacket, revealing a black turtleneck underneath.

Draping his jacket over your head, he gently took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he led you towards the bus.

Your footsteps echoed softly on the wet concrete, and though his hair and clothes grew damp, he remained unfazed.

His priority was your comfort and protection, always putting you first above everything else.

Rainy Encounters

๐™๐š๐ฒ๐ง๐ž

As the rain caught up to you on your way home, you were surprised to see Zayne's car parked outside, waiting for you.

He knew you were too stubborn to bring an umbrella, despite his warnings about the weather forecast.

His gaze swept over your slightly soaked appearance with a slight frown. Holding an umbrella over your head, he guided you to the passenger seat.

"Youโ€™re going to catch a cold if you stay out here. Letโ€™s get you somewhere dry and warm. Iโ€™m not letting you get sick on my watch." His concern was genuine, though expressed pragmatically.

"I thought you were working," you said, raising an eyebrow as you settled into the car.

"And I thought I told you to bring an umbrella," he retorted, stowing the umbrella behind the seat.

"I thought the weather forecast was overreacting," you admitted sheepishly. "It wasnโ€™t in my plan."

"I suppose getting drenched was part of your plan for today? Next time, maybe consider an umbrella."

"I will," you laughed. "But Iโ€™m fine, I promise."

He gave a small hum and nod, then turned to you with a hand towel, gently drying your hair with a delicate touch.

His words might have sounded stern, but you knew he was just looking out for you, he always had been.

Rainy Encounters

๐‘๐š๐Ÿ๐š๐ฒ๐ž๐ฅ

With an umbrella barely shielding you from the rain, you stood outside the art studio, waiting for Rafayel. You probably couldโ€™ve intruded but you didn't want to interrupt his creative process.

"You look like a fish out of water," a familiar voice remarked, making you turn around to see Rafayel approaching.

"Enjoying the weather or waiting for me?" he teased, his bratty attitude shining through.

"Iโ€™m enjoying the weather," you retorted, matching his tone with a playful huff.

"A child could lie better," he smirked, leaning in to examine you closely. "You could have called me. I wouldnโ€™t have known you were here."

"Itโ€™s fine, I didnโ€™t want to bother you," you replied. "Besides, I wanted to have dinner with you."

He flashed a small, almost smug smile and took the umbrella from your hand, holding it for both of you. "Letโ€™s get out of the rain before you catch a cold."

He raised his elbow, and you wrapped your arm around it as you walked together.

The umbrella barely covered the two of you, but he made sure you got most of the space, not caring if some raindrops fell on his shoulder.

He could have grabbed another umbrella from the studio, but missing out on having you close?

No way. Not even the rain could keep you apart.

Rainy Encounters

๐’๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ

You glanced outside, seeing the rain pelting the associationโ€™s glass panes. You texted Sylus about rescheduling your plans due to the weather but received no response. You assumed he was busy with his own agenda.

However, as you walked outside the association, you spotted him leaning against his motorcycle, fixing his gloves, completely unfazed by the danger of being near the association that wanted him.

You hurried to his side, whispering, "What are you doing here?" while looking around nervously.

"Is fetching you wrong now?" he scoffed, his arrogance once infuriating but now oddly captivating.

"No, butโ€”" You were too busy scanning around to notice he used his Evol. Suddenly, you found yourself mounted on his motorcycle, red mist swirling around you.

Sylus wasn't worried at all. He glanced at you, gently placing a helmet on your head, his eyes reveling in the thrill of the situation.

"I donโ€™t want to wait," he said firmly, his voice commanding. He removed his leather jacket and wrapped it around your petite form, the large garment enveloping you.

He was most definitely impatient, but when it came to you, he'd always make time.

Not even the weather would ruin your date.

ยทโ†ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ†ใ€€โ…ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ€ขใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€.ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ†โ†โ€ข ใ€€ยทใ€€.ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ…

๐ด๐‘ข๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ'๐‘  ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘’: ๐ผ ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘ โ„Ž ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘†๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘ข๐‘ . (๐ผ'๐‘š ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘Ž ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘‘ ๐‘†๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘ข๐‘  ๐‘”๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘’ :<)

๐ผ'๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘ค๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ž ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘ข๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐ผ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘›'๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.

๐‘€๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ž๐‘ข๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ~ ๐‘Œ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘›๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›.


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11 months ago

Hi! Can I request Lads boys react Mc who's a big fan of k-pop boy band idols to the point their room is filled with their merchandise or if she have a chance she go to concert too? Her delulu and fantasy may or may not make the boys jealous because it make her oblivious to their court. (any of the idols choice is yours)

Thank you!

K-pop Idol Reaction

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Hi! Can I Request Lads Boys React Mc Who's A Big Fan Of K-pop Boy Band Idols To The Point Their Room

แฏ“โ… โ”† ๐˜ด๐˜บ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ด โ”† : ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜“๐˜ˆ๐˜‹๐˜š ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฌ-๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ?

แฏ“โ… โ”† ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ด โ”† : ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต, ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ง๐˜ง & ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ต

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ห—หห‹ โ…๏ฝกหš โ˜๏ธŽ หš๏ฝกโ‹†๏ฝกหšโ˜ฝ หŽหŠห— โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€

Hi! Can I Request Lads Boys React Mc Who's A Big Fan Of K-pop Boy Band Idols To The Point Their Room

๐—๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ซ

You accidentally left your door open when you grabbed the mail. Xavier, passing by, noticed the open door and his protective instincts kicked in seeing a figure. He entered your room, only to be greeted by a large poster of your favorite K-pop idol.

Hearing footsteps, you turned and panicked, โ€œX-Xavier!โ€ You tried to pull him away, but it was too late. His eyes roamed the room, taking in the walls plastered with posters and the pictures stuck to your floor-length mirror.

Unfamiliar with the K-pop craze, Xavier looked at a poster and asked, โ€œDo you know these people?โ€ He tilted his head slightly, inspecting it with curiosity.

You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. โ€œWellโ€ฆโ€ It was a yes and no.

โ€œIโ€™ve been following them for a while now,โ€ you admitted, scratching your cheek and avoiding his gaze.

Xavier misunderstood, thinking you meant they were relatives or significant acquaintances. โ€œDo you want my photos?โ€

โ€œโ€ฆ What?โ€

Hi! Can I Request Lads Boys React Mc Who's A Big Fan Of K-pop Boy Band Idols To The Point Their Room

๐™๐š๐ฒ๐ง๐ž

Zayne knocked on your door, inviting you to eat with him after cooking a meal. However, you couldnโ€™t hear him over the latest album from the K-pop boy band youโ€™ve followed since their debut.

When there was no response, Zayne entered the room. You jumped up, hastily removing your earphones and hiding your phone. The door opened widely, revealing Zayneโ€™s curious gaze. He took in the numerous posters on your walls.

โ€œThisโ€”โ€ you stammered, searching for an excuse.

โ€œI didnโ€™t know you were such a fan,โ€ he mused, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. You blushed lightly at his comment and gave him a wordless glare, questioning his sudden intrusion.

โ€œFoodโ€™s cooked. Eat with me while itโ€™s still fresh and hot,โ€ he said, answering your silent question. He looked around again, assessing your dedication to the band. Knowing their concert was approaching, he added, โ€œIโ€™m free next month. We can book tickets and attend the concert together if you want.โ€

โ€œReally?โ€ Your eyes lit up with excitement. Zayne nodded.

โ€œMake sure you get enough rest if you want it to happen, and eat your meal soon.โ€ It was a compromise you were absolutely willing to take.

Hi! Can I Request Lads Boys React Mc Who's A Big Fan Of K-pop Boy Band Idols To The Point Their Room

๐‘๐š๐Ÿ๐š๐ฒ๐ž๐ฅ

You always made sure your door was closed to prevent Rafayel from seeing your room, which was entirely covered with photos and posters of your K-pop idols. But today, he forced his way inside, frustrated by your constant seclusion.

โ€œWhatโ€™s this?!โ€ Rafayel exclaimed, pointing at a floor-length poster of an idol.

โ€œSurely youโ€™ve heard of them, right?โ€ you replied, feeling like you had just been caught red-handed.

He seemed upset, and you thought it was because you were a fan of a K-pop boy band. But then he surprised you by saying, โ€œWhy arenโ€™t my photos here?โ€

โ€œHuh?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m quite famous too, yโ€™know!โ€ he argued, โ€œWhy arenโ€™t my photos glued to your walls?โ€

"..." He was definitely jealous, just not in the way you thought.

Hi! Can I Request Lads Boys React Mc Who's A Big Fan Of K-pop Boy Band Idols To The Point Their Room

๐’๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ

With Sylus and his Evol and Mephisto around, nothing escaped his notice. You didnโ€™t bother hiding your love for the Korean band, openly humming their songs and buying merchandises even with Sylus by your side.

At first, he didnโ€™t mind, even giving you his card to spend as you liked. But when you planned to attend a concert instead of accompanying him to a business meeting, it ticked him off.

โ€œYouโ€™re telling me, youโ€™re letting Luke and Kieran take your place at a business meeting with me because the date of this โ€˜concertโ€™ aligns with the day?โ€ he asked, arms crossed as he stared down at you.

โ€œYeah, why?โ€ you replied without hesitation, not seeing the issue.

He sighed, pinching his temples in frustration. โ€œMaybe Iโ€™ve been too lenient with you, sweetie.โ€

He then added, โ€œI can just sing you a song instead,โ€ he offered, either oblivious to or ignoring the fact that his singing was โ€˜out of this worldโ€™.

โ€œโ€ฆ Thatโ€™s not the same thingโ€ฆโ€ you sweat-dropped. โ€œIโ€™m sure Luke and Kieran will love that, though.โ€

ยทโ†ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ†ใ€€โ…ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ€ขใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€.ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ†โ†โ€ข ใ€€ยทใ€€.ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ…

๐ด๐‘ข๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ'๐‘  ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘’: ๐‘Œ๐ธ๐‘†. ๐ท๐ธ๐ฟ๐‘ˆ๐ฟ๐‘ˆ-๐‘๐ธ๐‘†๐‘†. ๐ผ ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘ก๐‘ข๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘—๐‘œ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ค๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ก, ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘˜ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ž๐‘ข๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘–๐‘ก, ๐ด๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘›! ๐ฟ๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘˜๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘–๐‘“ ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘‘~


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11 months ago

Grief

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Grief

แฏ“โ… โ”† ๐˜ด๐˜บ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ด โ”† : ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜“๐˜ˆ๐˜‹๐˜š ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด?

แฏ“โ… โ”† ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ด โ”† : ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด๐˜ต, & ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜–๐˜–๐˜Š

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ห—หห‹ โ…๏ฝกหš โ˜๏ธŽ หš๏ฝกโ‹†๏ฝกหšโ˜ฝ หŽหŠห— โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€

Grief

๐—๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ซ

Xavier is unraveling. He refuses to accept the brutal reality of your absence, his mind rejecting the notion that youโ€™re gone. Every day he clings to the desperate hope of finding you, even if it means chasing an illusion. Jeremiah pleads with him to let go, to find rest, but Xavier hasnโ€™t slept a single night since you disappeared. The world insists youโ€™re gone forever, but he canโ€™t believe that. Somewhere, he convinces himself, you must still exist. Heโ€™s willing to turn the world upside down to see you again, despite the gnawing certainty deep inside him that youโ€™re lost to him forever. He will never stop, not until his body collapses from exhaustion. Losing you once was unbearable; he wonโ€™t let it happen again, no matter the cost.

Grief

๐™๐š๐ฒ๐ง๐ž

Zayne appears composed, his emotions meticulously controlled, his expression unchanged. But the mere mention of your name sends ripples through his calm facade. When alone in his office, the dam breaks. Tears fall freely as memories of your smile flood his mind, shattering his composure. Your disappearance haunts him, and he blames himself for not protecting you, for not being there when you needed him. It takes years for him to begin moving on, and even then, the wound never truly heals. He will always carry the pain of losing the one person who mattered most to him, a scar that time can never erase.

Grief

๐‘๐š๐Ÿ๐š๐ฒ๐ž๐ฅ

Rafayel descends into despair, his mind a tangled mess, his heart shattered beyond repair. The thought of you forgetting him pales in comparison to the agony of losing you completely. He was content just being near you, even if you couldnโ€™t remember. Now, faced with a life without you, he breaks down, collapsing to the ground as sobs wrack his body. He retreats from the world, locking himself away in his studio, which becomes a prison of his own making. What good is anything if itโ€™s only half? Thatโ€™s how his heart feelsโ€”torn without you, the other half of his soul.

Grief

๐’๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ

Sylus explodes with rage. Always the controlled one, he now finds himself consumed by a fury he canโ€™t contain. You were his unexpected source of gentleness and warmth, and now youโ€™re gone, ripped away from him. The news of your disappearance drives him to violent outbursts. He flips tables, shatters glass, and destroys furniture, his shouts of frustration echoing through the mansion. Luke and Kieran keep their distance, knowing better than to approach him in this state. The loss of you makes him question everything. Whatโ€™s the point of keeping the peace, of holding back? If heโ€™s lost his world, he might as well set fire to the entire world in his grief and anger.

ยทโ†ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ†ใ€€โ…ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ€ขใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€.ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ†โ†โ€ข ใ€€ยทใ€€.ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ…

๐ด๐‘ข๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ'๐‘  ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘’: ๐‘Šโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘Ž-๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘š ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ฆ ๐‘”๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘™ ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ , ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘ ; "๐ผ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข'๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘’๐‘“๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘‹๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘–๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘†๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘ข๐‘ ." ๐ผ๐‘‡ ๐‘Š๐ด๐‘†๐‘'๐‘‡ ๐ธ๐‘‰๐ธ๐‘ ๐ผ๐‘๐‘‡๐ธ๐‘๐‘‡๐ผ๐‘‚๐‘๐ด๐ฟ, ๐ผ ๐‘†๐‘Š๐ธ๐ด๐‘… ๐ด๐‘†๐พ๐ท๐ป๐พ๐ด๐‘†.