Change My Mind [4]

Change My Mind [4]

Pairing: BTS x reader

SUMMARY: As a make-up artist, you were expected to glamorize your clients with brushes and products that cost a week-worth of food, not to befriend them outside of work, let alone have them save you from dates yet here you are five years later as one of their closest confidants.

Being a stylist of the world's biggest boyband is no easy feat, someone is doing flips, someone can't stay still and one's asleep but its fine, you can work around their chaos but then one day, you find out they're all your soulmates, a whole different can of chaos you don't think you can handle.

Tags: Soulmates AU, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Not Beta Read, Slow Build, Polyamory, Attempts at Humor

Words: 7.1k

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nothing much to say this time but this is not beta read, my friend who was supposed to read it is unfortunately unavailable, idk if the argument makes sense in the end cause I personally run from confrontations so idk how to write good arguments so yeah.

This is a bit shorter than the previous chapters but the next one is longer again since-- GUNSHOT

ANYWAYS, Happy reading!!

Also I hope I got the taglist right, please if you don't want to be in it, do tell me. If anyone else wants to be added to the taglist, please comment down below.

TAGLIST: @wildestdreamsblog @canarystwin @prettywheenicry @jmnscutie @sassy-snassy @misuguru @11thenightwemet11 @yoongibaybee @rinkud

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In all of your years working for Bangtan, as one of their staff and the youngest stylist, you've been included in every life events and celebrations there is. Birthdays, first wins, comebacks, everything there is even something as important as family dinners. You've never skipped or forgot a single member's birthday, period.

But as Guwon stands before you, a plane ticket to Jeju in hand with the departure scheduled tomorrow and returning just a day short before the tour, you find yourself at a crossroad. It’s Jungkook's birthday tomorrow and Jimin has planned a small party tonight at their dorms before the formal celebration at the company the next day.

While you've been trying to rectify the awkward air between you and the maknae since his confession by starting conversations, the maknae only replied to you with silence before promptly vanishing in two seconds flat.

But despite the strain in your relationship, you could never think of not attending his birthday. You'd never thought to be petty enough to return his energy. His present was already wrapped in a pretty bow under your bed for a week now for Christ's sake!

“I-I can't… It's one of their birthday’s tomorrow.”

“Oh.” His smile falls. “Can't you just give your gift today? Surely they can party for one night without you.”

It was a genuine question, logical and true but for some reason, his tone raised concerns within you. You swear to the highest heavens you could hear a bit of irritation hidden beneath dejection.

You winced. “I can't, I'm really sorry… I-I can pay you back what you've spent for the trip. I'm really sorry, I just never missed any of their birthdays. I swear I'll make it up to you next time!”

Guwon's shine dulled the further you went on and your heart twinged with guilt. In another universe where some humans gained animalistic features, he'd have dog ears pressed to his skull, staring at you with wide and glistening eyes.

You waved off the image immediately, disturbed.

“It's also my fault for not asking for your schedule. The tour is next week and then you'd be away from me for months so I kind of… panicked. I'm sorry.”

He should've known better than not to do research on your bosses , a voice at the back of your head scoffed and you waved the thought away as you put a hand over his. 

“I should've notified you as well. Tell me if those are refundable or not, I'll pay you back.”

He waves you off. “Cute but I've been raised well to know not to ask a lady to pay for my mistake, so don't worry that pretty head of yours about not being able to go.”

The date continued and thankfully, no dead air remained and conversation eased out of the both of you. Guwon sorted out his reservations early on, he'd stopped eating every once in a while to pick up his phone to either receive a call or respond to an email.

With how often he answered the chimes of his phone and how long it took for him to finally put it down, you figured he must've prepared a lot for the week and it made you feel more guilty every time he did it.

Today, he brought you both to an indoor park he rented for an hour for a picnic. It was on the outskirts of Seoul and he also cooked most of the food placed between you both, his mother however, was responsible for the side dishes.

Speaking of mothers, yours called earlier to congratulate you on whatever it was she was adamant on keeping secret but you already knew what it was and you were glad Jungkook’s mother gave birth on such a perfect day almost 21 years ago.

Guwon was planning to propose to you during the trip.

It left a bitter taste in your tongue. Sure you had expected to be married to him at some point but you barely knew the man outside of his colorful stories, and knew none of his actual behavior in his home. You haven't even visited his house yet for a vibe check so why is he rushing too fast?

Despite the guilt in your heart, relief is more palpable knowing you'd have more time to figure out if you truly want Guwon in your life.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you took a glance at it.

[17:29] Jinnie: I'll pick you up at your apartment by 6.

[17:29] Jinnie: please be prepared😊

Seeing the t̶h̶r̶e̶a̶t̶e̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ friendly smile attached at the end of his message, you're suddenly reminded of the present. You hadn't told any of them of your date today, something that had drawn out longer than you thought it would. You frowned, fingers drumming on the side of your phone as you pondered on what to reply.

You had promised to help with the food yet here you are, out of town and on a picnic date inside a garden observatory.

“Who is it?” Guwon asks, seeing the frown on your face. Your mind immediately picks up the odd tone he has.

“Their oldest, Jin. We're supposed to cook together before the rest comes home.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “I thought the birthday was tomorrow?”

“Oh, we're planning a small party before it, just his closest friends.”

Guwon nodded, eyes distant and thoughtful as he took a bite of his sandwich before continuing. “What time are you expected?”

“Their eldest said he'll pick me up at six.”

He looked at his watch and frowned deeper. “It's already 5:30. Maybe I can drive you to their dorm instead?”

You immediately shook your head. Remembering the promise you had with Jin and Jungkook. The maknae had recently begun to look at your direction again yesterday after Hoseok had talked to him, inviting Guwon would ruin the smallest progress you’ve had. 

Not to mention, you can't reveal their dorm location even if he is to be your husband. Company rules and you've signed an NDA.

“Company rules, can't reveal their location.”

“If we're going to be a couple soon, I'm going to need to know more about these guys you're hanging around. I don't trust them.” He says as he turns to the picnic basket to take another sandwich out, unable to see the twitch in your eye. 

“Well, you have to learn how to, they’re my bosses and my best friends.”

“I’m having a hard time believing that. I mean,” He scoffed. “Did you notice how they look at me whenever I’m around? That rapper—Yun–Yoonmi stared at me like I’m an insect he stepped on.”

Anger boils deep within your soul and you’re sure it's visibly contorting your face at this point but the man didn’t notice it and continued chewing on his food.

“Besides, their location is pretty well known already, no? Just a couple searches away, why be so secretive about it?”

You refrain yourself from frowning and it takes all of the energy within you to not react as wildly as you would’ve. It was amazing how the illusion of something good could shatter with only a few words and you set down the sandwich in your hand.

There's something terribly humbling upon realization that the man you're talking to is indeed, a man.

Noticing the shift in the air, he set down his cup of coffee with a slight raise to his brows.

“Why are you looking at me like that? It's true though, I just think it's pointless to try to hide it when some people already know, so what's the use of trying to hide their dorm?”

Where's Jimin and Taehyung at times like this?

You dreaded the conversation you're about to bring up to your mother once she calls, and could hear her scolding you for having such high standards. Guwon being indifferent to the possibility of being stalked, and your boys’ privacy being breached immediately raise red glaring flags over his head.

A lawyer himself who shrugged at the threat of crimes, the joke just writes itself.

“Don't look at me like that, I'm just… trying to understand why you didn't want me to interact with them after our second date. It makes a man overthink, know?”

Whatever thread you were holding onto, a sliver of hope that you might've misheard or misunderstood him, decayed within you and you picked up your phone to stuff into your bag.

You had hoped, wished, that after your deep talk on the night Seokjin had scolded your ass to the nines he'd understand your dynamic better with the boys or at least try. You could already hear Yoongi's drawl out ‘I told you so’ as you packed up, even imagine him bringing up Namjoon’s statistical analysis and how I should've listened to it.

“If you're implying what I think you are implying then I don't think we should meet each other anymore.”

Tossing the food back into the basket carelessly, you slung your bag over your shoulder and stand, only for his hand to shoot out to grab your wrist in an iron grip.

“Wait, I-I'm sorry! I just got… jealous, that's all.”

Even with the apologetic look displayed clearly on his face and the fear swimming with them, nothing could bring back to life the trust you had on the man and you pushed his hand away.

“I can't stay with someone who can't understand why those boys are important to me, sorry Guwon but we're over. Don't you ever contact me again.”

“You can't possibly be breaking up with me because I said what I felt? Over them? Really?!”

You don't even recognize the man sitting opposite you.

He knew, he saw how close you are with them and even sat through the stories you told him during your dates. Guwon knew you cherished every single boy in the group yet he disregarded it all because of jealousy? If that isn't a warning, then you might be blind.

“It's like I never even knew you at all.”

He scoffed. “Same with you. Can't believe I actually believed your words telling me you were friends but I saw how those boys treated you!”

Sure your relationship with your bosses is unusual but it was built from hardship and loneliness from being taken away from home and surrendering their time for a glimpse of fame in a field where they're at a huge disadvantage. It was special in ways not many could fathom because in their head, what reason would there be for a man to befriend a girl other than having the intention to fuck them?

It was the mindset of the old and “ wise” and it had infuriated you to the nines.

For him to reveal himself as one of those old cogs when he expressed himself as a gentleman and be convinced by his act of kindness, even the word disappointing could express how greatly upset you are.

“Bet you've slept with all of them at least once, hell, I don't even know why your mother bothered when you're already busy whoring yourself for seven men.”

Anger flooded your veins, it was hot and rampaging under your skin. Before your mind could even register your actions, your hand had already moved, making contact with his cheek in one swift motion. The slap echoed like a clap of thunder in the silence of the observatory.

Even after seeing the angry red mark beginning to mar his skin, your anger remained.

“Goodbye Guwon, I hope we never see each other again.”

Walking away was easier said than done.

You got picked up by Guwon earlier and since you've run far enough from the indoor garden, away from your supposed ticket back home, you're now waiting for an uber at a small library sequestered between towering and loudly designed buildings. You had half a mind to ask your friends that lived nearby for a ride but decided against it.

They might be busy with their own family. 

Unlike you.

As you sit there waiting for your ride to come, your mind takes you to your mother and her genuine glee at the thought of you getting married. Ever since your second date, she had been sending you photographs of weddings for inspirations, links to event places and tailors, and flower shops where you could have your bouquet arranged. She was beyond ecstatic, if she heard what had happened, she would be devastated. 

A loud, exasperated sigh left your lips, the volume catching the attention of the bookkeeper who was quick to shush you.

As you waited longer with only the deafening silence of the library to accompany you, doubt began to form at the back of your head. 

Was breaking up with Guwon really the right choice? 

An angry, louder voice screamed at you for doubling down on your decision. You knew your boys longer than you knew him, if the trip had gone through, Guwon would've proposed to you despite the short time you've known each other. Something you didn't want. Not to mention, he would've gone through the idea while contemplating on your loyalty.

So yes, it was the right decision!

But you were to be married .

Your mother was so happy to have finally matched you with a guy you attended three dates with. The thought made your heart clench, she was excited to see you on the altar and has most likely spread it around your town with pride. She was about to have three married children.

Gods, you don't want to imagine the conversation later on, she'd be distraught.

Your phone buzzed and you dreaded looking at the screen to see your mother's name. Luckily, it was Jin instead.

           [18:01] Jinnie: where are you?

           [18:01] Jinnie: knocked on your door but the neighbor said you were out.

           [18:02] Jinnie: you're late😒

           [18:02] Jinnie: I'm going to have them deduct your pay this month for making me wait

           [18:03] You: I'm sorry your highness for disappointing you, please forgive this servant of yours🤧

           [18:03] You: was on a date

           [18:03] You: not that it matters anymore, I broke up with Guwon

           [18:04] You: does it even count? I mean, we weren't official, he didn't ask me to be his girlfriend yet.

You paused, face souring as you realized what you've just typed. 

Guwon hadn't asked for your hand officially even after three dates, he had the chance on your second date during the stroll but he didn't. Despite this, he went and asked your parents for their blessings when he hadn't even asked you first.

           [18:04] You: wow I just remembered that

           [18:04] You: then he had the audacity to propose to me!

There's a pause in between his usually instant replies and you had an inkling he's already spreading the gossip around the group somehow.

           [18:08] Jinnie: wow there's a LOT to unpack there

           [18:08] Jinnie: but worry not

           [18:08] Jinnie: I'll have Jimin get us the strongest drink there is for later

           [18:09] Jinnie: we'll drink that sorrow away and you're going to tell me what the hell you meant by proposing while not being official 

           [18:10] You: I don't think I should tell you that…

           [18:10] You: considering… ya know

           [18:11] You: also don't you guys have an early schedule tomorrow?🤨

           [18:12] Jinnie: bold of u to assume I don't want hear how massive of a failure he is

           [18:12] Jinnie: nothing better than hearing your enemy’s downfall😌

           [18:13] Jinnie: also what do you mean ‘you guys’??? 

           [18:13] Jinnie: you're literally our make-up artist!

You scoffed at the message but before you could type up a reply, the notification from your uber app popped out to inform you about your driver now waiting outside the library and you walked out.

           [18:23] You: and just because I'm your make-up artist, doesn't mean I should let you all get away with this

           [18:23] You: and I won't even drink much :pp

           [18:24] Jinnie : if I ever see you stumbling around the house, you owe me 100000

           [18:25] You: WOW

           [18:25] You: AREN'T YOU RICH ALREADY????

           [18:25] Jinnie: money is money😌

           [18:26] Jinnie: just get ur ass over here already before I add more zeros to the bet

The smell of Jin’s cooking, both spicy and something savory, welcomed you first before the sound of sizzles did. At the sound of the door closing, Jin appears round the corner with an apron hung from his neck and a tong stained with red bean paste in the other.

Despite the disappointed look he's going for, reminiscent of a mother who caught her daughter coming home past curfew, the relief you feel upon seeing his handsome face after earlier was palpable and the knots in your stomach loosened.

“I should have your pay deducted for showing up late.”

You winced. “Sorry boss, can I appeal for a heartbreak discount on that?”

“Only if you give me a hug and cry on my shoulder.” 

He opened his arms wide, plush lips widening into a smile when you approached to wrap your arms around his torso. The fabric of his sweatshirt was soft and the scent of new laundry overtook his usual scent of freshly baked cakes and gentle vanilla perfume, it almost made you boneless in his hold. Moreso when he started stroking your head while the other ran up and down your back with his palm, fingers still wrapped around the tongs.

He didn't pull away despite the awkward position with him bending down and practically melting against your smaller form. In your years of being friends, you could never recall Seokjin being the first to pull away from a hug and once more, you're grateful for that.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“I’ll do it while cooking, we might burn whatever you're cooking if I told you all about it here.”

He shook his head, his rubbing motions on your back turning into gentle pats. “We can just order it online if it does, I even bet that they'll still eat it even if it was. Hoba was relentless today.”

His nails raked through your scalp and you resisted the urge to shiver. 

“He was being an ass towards you guys. Then when I defended you all, he accused me of sleeping around.”

His first instinct was to curse the man down to his ancestors who bred with each other until he was born, but stopped himself when he realized what he's about to say and cleared his throat.

If his arms coiled tighter around you, you only leaned into him further.

“Normally I would say "I told you so" but I know Yoongi has it covered later. So I'll just say—"

"Don't you dare. Jin don’t you dare finish that sentence."

"I knew it."

He let out a cry when your hand slapped his arm but it quickly dissolved into a fit of squeaky laughter and he pushed your head back under his chin before you could even continue hitting him. Hand continuing their petting as you let out an annoyed groan.

“My mom was so excited! God. I hate that bastard for disappointing me and her. She was sending me links to wedding planners and dressmakers because apparently he was supposed to take me to Jeju tomorrow and propose.”

He stills in your arms, the hand in your hair stopping its motion as his breath hitched in his chest. It took him a moment before he recollected himself and continued to pat your head, pressing a kiss on top of your crown.

“I'm sure auntie will understand, I know that she would've wanted you to find a good man like she and your sister did.”

A voice at the back of your head told you he was referring to himself but you threw the thought away as soon as it went.

“Personally, I would've taken the ticket and ditch him.” He laughed and you hit his arm with a barely concealed grin. “All I'm saying is that free things should be used and if it's gifted then better! You get to decide how to use it so refund it!”

“I don't think it's that easy.”

“Just say Kim Seokjin of BTS asked for a refund and they'll immediately accept it.”

Pulling away, you playfully rolled your eyes at him, earning you one last laugh as you walked to the kitchen where the sizzles of the food being fried on the pan had long been muted. Jin followed you with an onslaught of words spilling from his lips, justifying and detailing how he would've done in your place as you placed your bag down on the island counter before reaching for the spare apron.

Hearing his rants filling the silence made it easier to relax, made forgetting how upset you were at Guwon a walk in the park.

It was familiar and his voice, despite his fiery indignation, was oddly comforting.

Soon enough, your conversation halts and you both position yourself over the counter, following his orders mindlessly; which is mostly dicing the vegetables and the slabs of meat he marinated last night in soy sauce and spices. 

You found the repetitive motions of chopping soothing and silently thanked the man now hovering over the saucepan, gently stirring the seaweed soup. 

As if sensing your eyes boring holes on the back of his head, his ears reddened and he looked over his shoulder to meet your gaze.

“W-what is it? Wh-why are you looking at me like that?”

“Just admiring how huge your shoulders are and how reliable you are.” 

You recalled how dearly he cared for his group despite the exhaustion from practicing singing and dancing the whole day. Despite being the youngest in his family, Jin took on the mantle of the oldest brother in the group easily and selflessly provided for his members alongside Yoongi and Namjoon. If it were anybody, you were sure the boys would've been sick or had long given up, especially when the company was about to file bankruptcy in their earlier years.

From the bone shattering dances, exhausting practices and routines stretching from dawn till dusk, you were thankful Seokjin was there to catch the others when they fall.

It was a hard task nobody would've assumed since selfishness is a built-in trait of a human yet Seokjin proved you wrong when he stayed up every night despite the muscle cramps and exhaustion weighing his bones to cook for his members, taking the role of the eldest like it was a second nature despite being the youngest in his family.

He barked out a half-hearted laugh as his red ears brightened from the compliment. “I already know that of course!”

“Thank you for everything, Jin.”

His face crumpled when he laughed bashfully, the bright hue in his ears crawling to dusk his cheeks as well. It didn't take long before he recovered and like clockwork, in reaction to being flustered by compliments, he got defensive and raised the saucer threateningly at you.

“Ya! If you're planning to compliment me, at least be original! I'm done hearing about how wide my shoulders are from ARMY and how reliant I am from the others! We've been together for years, do better and be original with your compliments!”

It was a joke, obviously.

But staring at the older man childishly brandishing his cooking utensil like a bludgeoning weapon, you couldn't help but ponder about what truly pulled you into him only to realize that you've never truly dove deeper than surface level details. It was disappointing to find out how shallow you've been when expressing your appreciation for the man.

Like he said, you've always pointed out how reliable he is but never have you pointed out the small things such as the warm food he claimed have been extras and the hot soups sectioned off for you on cold days.

He was the first to approach you on the first day despite being the member who mostly kept to himself, asking you if you wanted to celebrate their Rookie of the Year win with them instead of the rowdy staff behind you. 

The first one to build a bridge leading to this deep companionship you had with the rest of the members, have you really never thanked him for that?

“You're so caring and humble despite your background and where you are right now. If it was anybody else, they would've left the boys to fend for themselves once they were able to yet you didn't stop cooking for them, for us. I don't think I have ever met a man so down to earth and as loving as you are,” You paused. “Well, except Jimin but if you want something more original I'd say I love your hands even when you think they're weird because they—”

You didn't even realize Jin crossed the distance between you both until his hands clasped around your lips, silencing you completely.

Unlike earlier with only his ears blushing, his cheeks now glowed red, the flushed skin spreading down to his neck, continuing past the collar of his dark blue pajamas. When your eyes meet, you find his glistening with unshed tears no doubt touched by your hastily put together declaration of your appreciation for him. 

When it was clear you wouldn't continue your rant, his arms fell to your shoulders and pulled you into a tight embrace. 

His violent heartbeats thudding against his chest was the first thing you've heard before you registered the stuttered exhales and his gentle saccharine scent filling your senses, clouding your brain completely. For a moment, it was just you and him in the kitchen, hugging a little longer than friends should be.

But then again, since when have you guys ever drawn the line on how platonic touches should last?

“God… You gotta stop doing that.”

“I'm just following what you told me like a good dongsaeng and I think I did exceedingly well on it. Does that guarantee a deduction on my pay deduction?”

There's an odd, invisible weight that lifted off of you, something you didn't even realize you were carrying. But there's also a tinge of guilt pinching the edges of your heart.

Jin was the first to approach you, and the first to confess four years ago. He was all shy looks and sweet smiles, his sweet words accompanied by a bouquet of flowers that must've cost him more than he could've gotten from being an idol of a new group. 

When Jin loves, he gives his all and doesn't think twice to give half of himself as well. In a way, he and Yoongi were alike, just with different approaches.

He was open and unapologetic while Yoongi was subtle and often silent.

His laugh twinkled in your ears but it dwindled later on, as if he remembered something towards the end of his mirth. “You're driving me crazy, how am I supposed to move on when you're this lovely?”

Hearing him confirm your suspicion about his crush—is it even called that at this point?—relieved you from an unknown anxiety most likely sparked by Jungkook's words a few nights ago. Why are you even relieved hearing him still liking you when all you've done is hurt him?

“You're such an idiot, you know that?”

“Love makes you do the stupidest thing but I don't think I've ever regretted ever falling for you.”

He pulls away, a gentler, softer smile now tugging his lips up.

“God, you made me sappy! My god, my soup!” 

Even without the warmth of his embrace, you could feel it radiate in the small space of the kitchen. You continued your work as Jin fuzzed about the seaweed soup behind you, bathing in the domesticity of it all.

Your phone vibrates loudly in your bag on the island counter. Wiping your hand on your apron, you opened it to see Jimin’s messages.

           [18:56] Mimi: seokjin hyung told me to buy the strongest alcohol 

           [18:57] Mimi: any idea why he’s being weird?

           [18:57] You: I’ll tell jin that you called him weird

           [18:57] You: but yes

           [18:57] You: I’ll tell you all later why

           [18:58] Mimi: 🤨

           [18:58] Mimi: not if I get you drunk in the first ten minutes

           [18:58] You: I’d like to see you try, pretty boy

Your phone vibrated again. Namjoon had texted you, seeing the preview you rolled your eyes.

            [18:59] Joonie: Seokjin hyung didn’t say but I already figured it out

            [18:59] Joonie: You'd hear enough from Yoongi hyung later but

[18:58] Joonie: I told you so

[18:58] You: I hope you trip and fall on shit🥰

[18:59] Joonie: Love you too, noona😁

[18:59] You: blocked🚫

“I'm not seeing enough chopping, young lady. Get back to your station!” Jin jokingly scolds. With a laugh, you return to your spot.

By the time some of the boys arrived—except Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung, no doubt pre-gaming somewhere—it was already ten and some of the dishes were plated, ready to be eaten in the dining room. If it wasn't for both your and Jin's advanced thinking to ready the bowl of rice and their plates beforehand, they would have starved to death as Yoongi dramatically puts it before blaming Hoseok for draining them out the whole day.

The man in question just laughed in response before shrugging and rebuking their ‘accusations’, saying it wasn't even that hard. To this, Yoongi grumbled under his breath and Namjoon rolled his eyes.

A few minutes later, the maknaes entered, cheeks all flushed except for Jimin who was holding up a bag full of canned alcohol as if it was game from an all-day hunt.

You thanked Jimin silently for drinking the birthday boy tipsy enough to make the dinner energetic instead of the awkwardness you thought it'd be due to what happened a few days ago. There's fleeting eyes you've caught in between jokes he made, either pouring with adoration or longing, you tried to not to pay it much mind.

But of course, the alcohol pouring could only go for so long before you're all lounging in the living room to talk about anything that comes to mind. It was half an hour short from the clock tickling to twelve, signifying Jungkook's actual birthday.

The conversation started off tame with Taehyung questioning the animals who sleep standing to something more elaborate with Yoongi asking everyone's opinion about some decrypt conspiracy theory surrounding the rich of the west. It was all fun and games when Taehyung, lost in his own mind running with the most random thought, sluggishly pointed at you and asked:

“Wh-why aren't you checking your phone? G-Guwon hyung haven't been texting you yet?”

Many heads turned to you who was practically boneless in between a tipsy Hoseok and a still sober Yoongi. You didn't even need to look to know the look of concern Jin was throwing your way.

But everything was hazy, your head throbbing from the alcohol. The words slipped past your lips before you could think about it.

“We parted ways… He accused me of sleeping around when I said I didn't want to go on a trip with him tomorrow ‘cause I didn't want to skip Jungkookie's birthday.”

Hoseok patted your shoulder and Yoongi nodded, face indifferent as usual. Despite the reaction of the boys on both sides, not everyone in the circle held the same opinion it seems.

“You didn't have to decline it, noona. You-you’ve been with us for years, missing one wouldn't hurt me much.”

Jungkook's voice was softer as if he had sobered up from the revelation and you waved him away.

“What are you saying? I couldn't leave when we weren't alright.” You glimpsed at Jin before continuing. “Besides, he was planning to propose and I'm glad he couldn't anymore.”

In your drunken mind, the information didn't carry much weight but the pin drop silence following your words did, you guessed that it must've been. However, it didn't last long when Taehyung jumped up to his feet and punched the air as if Korea just scored the final score in FIFA.

The boys look at him with wide eyes, shocked by his reaction. Jimin recovers and tries to tug him down but a drunk Taehyung is determined, with a will stronger than a monk's resilience and patience, no one could stop him from doing what he wanted.

And that was bumping his glass on your forehead, a little harder than it should've been if he was sober and you reel back, a hand over your forehead.

“Noona! you're free again! Do you know what that means?!”

“Ok that's enough for you tonight. Let's get you to bed.” Jimin says, chuckling awkwardly as he stands behind his best friend, wrapping his arms around his waist before dragging him away.

“Why? Can't I just congratulate noona from recognizing something was off instead of ignoring it like most do? Noona,” He turned to you, bottom lip jutted out. “It's not bad that I'm celebrating right?”

Seokjin’s laugh was nervous when he rose to usher the man away as well. “Alright, lets all calm down so we don't accidentally say something while drunk.”

“Fuck yeah! I-I don’t even know why I even believed his lies, he’s a lawyer for fucks sake!”

“Not that it ever stopped you before. I still don't understand why you couldn't have married one of us instead.” Jungkook cuts in, suddenly irritated.

Somehow, the tension in the room grew tenfold and everyone sits up, alert and ready to interfere if their youngest decides to let the alcohol take control of him. Your brain clears once it registered the annoyance in his voice, heart dropping to the soles of your feet.

“Jungkook—”

“I just think it's a bullshit excuse and you know it. You told that to Jin-hyung four years ago and have repeated it ever since. We’re all adults now, we can handle a little rejection and who’s to say we can’t date when we’re the only idol running the company. You say it's because you don’t want to choose but aren’t you just instilling false hope in us?” 

He stood as he grew more agitated but Jin pushed him down, eyes stern as he stared down at their youngest. Seeing the conflict brew between them, the growing guilt built by years of spending time with them reawakened.

It tied your stomach in a knot and felt like a building had dropped onto your heart.

As if sensing your emotions, Yoongi’s hand found your shoulder to give it a squeeze.

“You’re not thinking straight so stop it,” Jin excuses as he turns to you with an apologetic smile. “He’s just drunk, he doesn’t—”

“I know what I’m saying and I think you’re being too biased here hyung!”

“Jungkook…” Hoseok calls from next to you, voice low, a warning.

“You too! She’s also your friend, why aren’t you pointing out how she’s just playing with us? Why are you only calling me out?”

“Because you’re being a stupid drunk right now, Jungkook. Stand down .” Yoongi ordered, voice firm and warning. His arms are crossed as he stared their youngest down but the maknae wasn’t intimidated by it, if anything, the fire in the older man’s eyes only fueled the anger boiling within him.

In years you’ve watched over them, never once has Yoongi scolded their youngest past Run BTS contents, leaving the reprimanding to their oldest and leader. For him to call him out and seeing them grow agitated by each other’s presence, dread loomed over you with your nightmares threatening to come true. 

This isn’t how tonight’s party was supposed to go.

“Isn’t there anyone who’d agree with me at how absurd all of this is?!” His head snapped at Namjoon who’s watching with a careful eye. “Hyung, surely you can also see it!”

Throughout the exchange, Namjoon had sat back and watched the interaction from the sidelines instead of interfering on the first hint of a fight breaking out. Even when the situation becomes a little aggressive, he stays silent but you don’t doubt that he’d be the first to stand if the disagreement becomes volatile and inching towards physical.

That's what he always has done, observed and let the high rise of emotions eventually tides down to a calm on their own. He's a leader, he's supposed to be fair and to do so, he must first understand both sides before taking action. He also trusts his own team to temper their own ire after years of being together.

But now that he's forced to join the argument, he sighed and stood. Seokjin stepped away as he approached their youngest with both hands placed on his shoulders to sit him back down. 

Obediently, Jungkook follows.

“While I do see where you’re coming from, I think it's a bit unfair that you’re blaming her for being scared.” Jungkook opens his mouth but a firm shake of Namjoon’s head shuts him up. “Don’t start again. There’s a power imbalance here kid. If her choosing someone could cause a problem, we’d get off scot free but not her. In the eyes of the company, she’s disposable—”

“But she’s not.”

“She is. In their eyes at least. By having her around causing problems for us, she’s nothing but a thorn in their side that they should remove. If she had dated one of us and eventually broke up, it would cause an awkwardness and riff between guys especially if it ended on a bad note and BigHit won't stand for it. You know how important this job is for her, right?”

They stared at each other for a long while, both unrelenting in silence. You all waited with bated breath, Namjoon was the only one who could diffuse the situation and if he fails, then who else could possibly calm the maknae down?

Turning to the clock, you bit your lip at the time.

It was nearing Jungkook's actual birthday, three minutes short before both hands ticked to twelve.

Which meant it would have to start during the denouement of an argument. The thought planting discomfort in your stomach. Such a happy celebration shouldn't be welcomed like this.

In the midst of raised voices and pointing fingers, Taehyung has completely sobered up from where he sat between Jimin’s thighs, staring beady eyed at the situation in his friend’s arms. Sensing your gaze, he turned to you with a sheepish, apologetic smile when Jungkook's heavy sigh broke through the silence.

His head fell to his chest as Namjoon removed his hands from his shoulders yet his eyes remained on their youngest’s hunched form.

“You get what we're trying to say now, do you?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Anything you want to say, gguk?” Namjoon was talking to him like he was a kindergarten teacher and you both were kids who fought on the sandbox for the shovel, warm and understanding but the disappointment in his tone is clear as day.

Jungkook doesn't reply but he shoots up to his feet, surprising Hoseok next to you, with eyes still trained on the floor.

When he did look up to meet your gaze, it was brief and cut off by a deep bow. You reached your hands out, trying to stop him from doing so but Yoongi took one of your hands and pinned them down between his and your thighs.

Jungkook never had to bow for you and it felt wrong seeing him bent down to apologize.

“I-I’m sorry noona, I—” He trails off.

In his speechlessness in a room full of people who—while understanding where he comes from—stood behind you, he clams up and then in a flash, he’s gone, bolting from the living room and skipping up the stairs. The sound of his heavy footfalls echoing like the clock ticking down to his birthday.

The argument has been dissolved, yet it left a bitter taste on your tongue, it made you feel queasy having everyone back you up without reprimanding you as well. It was true, what Jungkook said. 

Weren't you practically leading them on by not choosing anyone? No matter how unintentional it must be, if he thinks that way then maybe everyone else in the group does, just silently.

You turned to the clock again. A minute closer to the next day.

Frustration made you want to pull your hair out but the long, lithe fingers that have entangled with yours in the middle of it all, forbade you from doing so. As if he could hear the internal debate between logic and emotions, Yoongi gave you a comforting squeeze.

But it didn't feel right, you shouldn't be sitting on your ass while Jungkook blamed himself for expressing his own opinion, sure it was a bit aggressive but you understood his frustration.

“Jungkook!” You called out, rising to your feet to follow him when Yoongi tightened his hold on your wrist and shook his head.

“He needs time to process, leave him be.”

Yet despite this, you shrugged his hold off and followed the youngest’s heavy footfalls upstairs and presumably into his room. You caught onto him in the hallway, with the door to his room opened and half of his body already inside.

“Jungkook, let us talk.”

“I-I don't want to see you right now, noona please.”

The desperation to correct the wrongs gives you a short burst of energy and you catch his wrist.

“Jungkook please, I—”

You heard the joyful chime of the clock downstairs before you heard the sweet jingles of bells.

Then you felt it.

Electric jolts shoot up from your connected hands, waking every cell and your mind awake and you almost keel over from the wave of relieving warmth washing over your body. There’s now a low hum accompanying the bells chiming in the background, the soft harmony between them sending shivers down your spine. 

You've thought of first meetings like those scenes in Hollywood movies where a kaleidoscope of colors explodes behind your eyelids, like fireworks celebrating the precious moment where the protagonists finally meet and fireworks shoot up to the sky. They talked of a brief moment of reprieve from reality, the world slowing down and feeling the most calmed you've ever been with your soulmate in hand.

Like your soul finally recognizing its pair and suddenly, everyone became a blur in the background.

Yet when you stared back at Jungkook's mirrored astonishment, your stomach bottomed out.

Because no way in hell, after all this time, you're soulmates.

Okay! With your earlier reply in mind, here is my second request *slides it across the nonexistent table*

I've been having major Mitsuya brain rot so obviously this request will be about him :>

Picture this: Final timeline adult Mitsuya doing all his fashion designing stuff x house spouse (gn version of housewife/househusband).

Genre can be fluff, maybe a bit suggestive if that's okay with you, I don't mind either way, I am just dying for some Mitsuya works cuz I swear I've read most of the gn and male reader x him fics out there and I am starving for new content with him

Hopefully this was coherent and had at least something you could work with (if you need anything more specific, I can send another request)

— 🎭

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ mitsuya x GN!housespouce!reader , pure fluff n slightly suggestive but it’s nothing more then kissing, I 💗 mitsuya omg, still haven’t rewatched Tokyo rev I’ve been slack 🙁, short n sweet but I was struggling to finish it and I didn’t wanna keep the people waiting much longer so I do apologise.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ I’m so sorry for how long this took!! I desperately wanted to get this out before it hit the 1 month mark but I’ve been super duper busy with personal shit! Hope it’s still good enough lmao.

Takashi ironed the fabric with the upmost care, fondling the silk around the board with a low heat level on. The design itself was a dress resembling a lotus flower. The top was beaded with pale pink rhinestones and the bottom consisted with an array of green silks and gems. It had a sharp yet form fitting feel and anyone could tell the designer put the upmost love into the piece.

A gentle knock came from the other side of his work studio, and there was only one person it could be.

“Here darling, I made you some miso soup to have. Light enough it’ll keep you full but still good for dinner”, your voice charms his ears. Ever since moving in with him, you’ve taken on the role of housespouce. You clean and cook for him, in order to provide the best possible space for Takashi to work in.

It had been twelve years since the two of you got together in middle school. You were the schools vice president, and he was a gang member. Despite the opposite worlds, you hung out frequently and even babysat his sisters when he was unavailable. The day Takashi knew he wanted to some day marry you was the day he came home to his two younger sisters resting in your lap, washed dishes and comfortably lying on the futon.

Now, the two of you reside in an upper class place with lots of room for Takashi’s designs, and none of them are anything short of ethereal. Behind every design he creates, inspiration of you seeps through the thread and needle. Your favourite flower, animal, colour and styles all influence Takashi’s dresses and all of them are of the highest quality.

So, whenever you come into the studio, Takashi gives you a big grin and awaits a hug from his favourite partner.

“How’s your day, darling?” He asks you, and you smile gently at him.

“I’ve missed you, I can’t deny. It seems you’ve been locked in here forever”.

“I apologise my dear”.

“I know another way you can’t make it up to me..” you grin at him, and his cheeks flush with a pink hue.

Kissing his Adam’s apple gently, you guide him up and out of the studio, into your bedroom. Lying his cherished body onto the bed, you feel up his torso as you continue to litter him with small hickies.

He soon follows your lead, pressing a loving kiss to your cultivating lips. You swear there’s nothing closer to heaven than this man’s touch, and you’re convinced you’ve ascended as he grips your cheeks to deepen your kiss.

“I’ve missed you too, darling”, Takashi presses another kiss to your collarbone and manoeuvres his hands around your waist, and you sigh gently at his grip.

“I promise you I’ll give you what you want, after we eat dinner “, you giggle, and his pout is nothing short of cute.

“So you lead me to bed and suddenly leave me high and dry? I’m hurt baby”, he chuckles out, pressing one last kiss to the wedding ring on your finger.

“After dinner, I’ll give you all the desert you desire my love”.

— minors don’t interact.

— wc: 0,9K.

content + warnings: 18+, including: faux sympath dom!nahoya kawata, use of sex toys, fuck machine, slight bondage, humiliation kink, kinda of phone sex i think, praise kink, crying but not dacryphilia, worship, orgasm control, edging.

pairings: kawata nahoya x fem!reader.

my kinktober list!

note: all the characters mentioned here aged up.

— Yes, what were you talking about? — Nahoya asked with his cell phone held between his ear and shoulder while using one hand to flip through a book he had already read more than three times and the other to control the small knob that regulated the intensity of the fuck machine's force inside Y.N.'s pussy. — Hm? Noise? No, I don't hear anything here actually, are you sure the sound isn't coming from where you are? — A cocky smile remained drawn on your boyfriend's thin lips and you felt more and more of your vocal cords aching incessantly as they struggled to contain your moans, gasps and whimpers.

The buzzing sound of the machine in front of your body with a cock made of rubber getting louder or quieter as Nahoya's fingers nonchalantly played with the buttons of the control, the cords around your wrists, knees and ankles getting tighter and tighter as your body squirmed trying either to get away from the stimulation that wouldn't let you cum or trying to force your hips to meet the sex toy for more pleasure and trying to make yourself cum without Nahoya's help or mercy.

At the beginning of the whole thing, he had told you to keep your mouth shut until you were allowed to talk, moan, and make any kind of dirty sounds, so the only noise, other than the Zum-Zum-Zum of the machine, came from your soaked pussy being enlarged by the rubber cock. The floor below the stretcher bought just for the purpose of mindless fucking by your boyfriend was getting wetter and messier.

— Trouble? What kind of trouble? — He asked whoever was on the other end of the line on the cell phone call as he increased the force of the machine against you and bit his lower lip looking at you with a faux face of disinterest before returning his gaze to the book in his other hand. — Oh, give me more details, I'm not in a hurry today.

And then long minutes followed with Nahoya prolonging the conversation on his cell phone and dropping the control of the fuck machine on the small glass table next to him. His eyes went from the book to your writhing and trembling body and lifting his face a little he could see isolated tears falling from the corner of yours eyes. An amused smile appeared on his lips and Smiley held back from letting out a grunt against the cell phone next to his ear because he had no way to mask it or come up with a plausible excuse at the moment.

At this point your body was incessantly trying to move downward every time the sex toy moved upward in order to get more stimulation even if it hurt and to try, again, to chase the orgasm that was denied by Nahoya about five other times. Your teeth clamped against your lower lip hard enough to bruise them and draw some blood, the iron taste invading your mouth and making you choke on your own saliva as drool dripped down your chin.

— Ah, easy there. — Nahoya said to whoever was talking to him. — I have to take care of something here, it will be very quick, give me five minutes. — He said, getting up from the comfortable armchair and dropping the unopened book on the table and the cell phone with the phone call still rolling on top of the book. — Aww, my pretty baby, look at you. Drooling over everything, you look beautiful like this. — Smiley complimented you by running one of his hands over your breasts before pinching one of your nipples and running two fingers down your bare abdomen. — Does it hurt? — His voice dripped faux sympathy as he looked at you with a concern that hid his malice, and you shook your head desperately in response even though tears were still wetting your cheeks. — So, if it's not hurting, we can continue with this machine, right? — And then the feeling of despair exploded inside you, mind previously forgetting that you weren't supposed to make even a sound.

— Ple... ase, please, please, no, I can't... can't take it anymore. — You tried to cohesively craft a sentence that wouldn't make you sound like a complete idiot, and Nahoya raised one of his eyebrows.

— Can't you? — There was a false confusion reflected on his face. — But you've been begging me all night to pay attention to you even when I was busy with the guys. — Nahoya shrugged, turning away and looking down at you completely. — And you seem to be having so much fun right now, I don't want to spoil your happiness.

And then her next disjointed reply was stuffed and based on only several: "Yes", "please", "I need", "cum", "almost there"; Nahoya found you pretty totally fucked out because of his indirect actions.

— Do you need it that badly, my pretty thing? — He asked, focusing attention on your cunt swallowing and expelling the dildo from the machine and your head nodded repeatedly. — Aww, okay! I'll let you cum just this once, you've been such a good girl to me now. — And in a matter of seconds your pussy was squirting, making a complete mess, body finally releasing high amounts of tension from your shoulders, and you couldn't tell if your throat was hurting right now from being forced to suppress moans for too long, or if it was from suddenly moaning your boyfriend's name out loud. — Did you hear all this on the other end of the line, Mitsuya? Isn't she adorable? — Nahoya spoke loud enough for his voice to reach his cell phone residing on the glass table.

Wind Breaker Boys x Touch Starved Reader

Synopsis: How the Wind Breaker boys would handle a touch averse / touch starved S/O.

(The reader's for this post just aren't touchy feely, don't have that experience, or are just awkward about it so there's more characterization of the reader's for this one I guess? Anyway, still had fun writing it - also Tsugeura has an artsy gf so a lot of his is about that!)

Characters in this post (characters are aged 18+ for any smut portions, and it is specifically implied in the story as well) MDNI:

Tsuguera Taiga (TW: pure comfort, fluff, one line could be taken as suggestive at the end)

Sugishita Kyotaro (TW: pure comfort, fluff, implied size difference cause Sugishita is so tall)

Kiryu Mitsuki (TW: comfort, fluff, one scene where reader is being bothered by a male classmate, suggestive, and smut (cunnilingus) at the end)

Master List (I have no rights to these characters, the works they come from, or the art/screenshots/manga panels used in this post)

Tsugeura Taiga

(2819 WC)

The day you met Tsuguera Taiga was at his favorite restaurant. With an artsy aesthetic you always stuck out at a wrestling themed restaurant, but it’s one of your favorites because they make caloric rich meals that really work for you. As soon as he saw you sitting by yourself, Tsugeura approached you in a boisterous manner and asked if you would like to eat together. He seemed so friendly, so of course you agreed. 

After sitting down and ordering, he asks you about yourself. With a bright smile you tell him that you attend an arts based high school in the area and that you’ve only lived here for a few years now. Tsugeura is immediately intrigued by you, your aesthetic, and that you were just different from who he usually hung out with and spoke to. 

After the food comes, you ask Tsugeura a little about himself and over lunch he tells you about attending Furin and protecting the town. And then he tells you all about his “virtue” which you think is odd, but really endearing. When he asks about your virtue, you’re a little surprised and don’t have an answer right away. He tells you that’s okay through a big grin with bright eyes to match, and then he says that you can tell him next time he sees you. Heat rose to your face with the implication that the two of you would see each other again, and you bashfully agreed. Tsugeura really didn’t even consider the fact that it could be seen as a date - he’s just a himbo and really interested in getting to know you.

The next time you see Tsuguera is about a week later at the same restaurant. The second you walk in he excitedly waves to you and gestures to the seat across from him, and you quickly join him with a wide grin plastered on your face. As soon as you sit down, you rush to tell him what your virtue is: 

To see as much art as you can - good, bad, life changing art - so then you can make art that resonates with a lot of people. Hopefully some of your pieces can spur some real life changes around the world.

Tsugeura can’t help the overjoyed grin that pulls on the corners of his mouth at how excited you were to tell him your virtue. Thoroughly impressed and a little touched that you thought about it so much and gave him an honest answer. After a long moment of him gazing at you with a soft expression, you tilt your head curiously so he clears his throat before telling you it’s a really good virtue to have. Which leads to him asking more about you, the art you enjoy and he even asks to see some of it if you have pictures. Pulling out your phone, you forewarn him that your ‘vibe’ doesn’t necessarily match your art, and he just nods with a big grin.

Apprehensively you show him the first piece: a page full of sketches in the same style, black and white, varying from mushrooms, to bottles, to fish, to skulls, to moths and finally butterflies - all of which were laden with too many eyes. Tsugeura was a little taken aback, but then he leaned closer to the screen and zoomed in on certain pieces. As he did, you explained that it’s just a draft to practice drawing all of those things in the same style. Then you sheepishly add that you put eyes in a lot of your artwork.

“Why?” Tsugeura asks, not a trace of judgment in his voice - only curiosity - as he continues pouring over your work. 

“I don’t know, I guess everyone says ‘eyes are the window to the soul’ but I think there’s only certain circumstances where that’s true. Like you have to be facing someone directly to see into their soul, but you can feel someone's eyes outside of that,” Tsugeura peers up at you - expression still completely curious, but questioning.

“Like, I feel like not everyone was taught not to stare growing up, if that makes sense? So, like, sometimes you can feel people staring at you even if you can’t see it…” he nods slowly as he straightens - listening intently. “I guess some of my earlier artwork plays around with giving the viewer that feeling from everyday objects - kind of in a way to put them in my shoes…” you trail off quietly - fearing that you’ve said too much.

“I’ve moved away from that being the point of my work, but I still do incorporate a lot of eyes. Now more so because I think sometimes it’s also a thing that can represent humanity in some ways - so now I try to incorporate them in a way to give humanity back to people and beings that we should treat better in our society.” Explaining yourself softly as you peer around the restaurant before meeting his gaze again, and Tsugeura’s eyes light up at your words.

“Do you have any pieces like that?” Asking with an undertone of hopefulness - unable to hide the way his fingers fidget with excitement.

“Yes actually,” you say softly as you swipe to one of the pieces you made earlier this year in your photos. 

It’s a surrealist painting with a giant road lined with buildings leading into the ocean, and on the horizon a giant wave was coming to wash everything away. A crowd of “normal” people were running away while grabbing animals, plants, Knick knacks, etc - all with big, pleading eyes plain as day. Several figures were walking against the crowd - some you could see from the side profiles had no eyes, others had no ears, and some had no mouths - all of them on their way to enter the ocean. No one acknowledged them, no one reached out to spin them in the other direction. On top of everything, the ones walking towards the ocean were slightly transparent - as if they were invisible, or ghosts already. Tsugeura pours over it wide eyed for several minutes before looking up to you for an explanation. 

“It’s called Blind,” you say quietly but don’t explain beyond that. He looks back at your phone and then to you and then your phone again as you wait patiently for his opinion.

“Because no one will look at them… or help them?” Asking quietly without looking up at you, and you feel your eyebrows shoot up instantly at his question. Tsugeura was absolutely correct.

“Mhm,” humming quickly with a nod as he meets your gaze again. “It’s kind of my commentary on how people with disabilities are treated by society.” Informing with a nod of your head, Tsugeura nods as well with an astonished expression on his face.

“I think you’re already making art that’s gonna change the world,” musing softly as a prideful grin spreads across his face. Immediately the tips of your ears burn and you bashfully avert your gaze. “This is really, really good Y/N,” adding as he hands your phone back to you, and you take it while shooting him a grateful smile. 

After the two of you finish eating, Tsugeura walks you home and continues asking about you and your art. You ended up pulling up your portfolio on your phone and let him scroll through it - he was speechless (in a good way). At the end of the walk he was obviously disappointed to have to stop talking to you, so you offered him your number and he happily exchanged contact info. 

Over the next few weeks, outside of the now weekly lunches you two have together, he stays in daily communication with you - asking about your day, art, and if you’ve eaten or drink water today. Not once has he made you feel bad for skipping a meal, but he does send a message like, “Food fuels the brain! You can be an amazing artist even if you’re not starving!”

This always makes you laugh and actually pause to eat the snacks you brought while you ask him about his day.

After about 3 months of getting to know Tsugeura, he asks if your work is ever featured in any art shows. Surprised by his question, you stammer out that there’s actually one this weekend and he of course asks if he can come. Not a ton of the people in your life get your art, so it’s typically you asking them to come - not the other way around. Of course, you eagerly agree and get a ticket to him by the end of the day. 

For the show, Tsugeura got uncharacteristically nervous about attending as himself. The day before the show he asks Kiryu about what he should wear, and his pink haired friend tore through his wardrobe until he picked out a plain, long sleeve white shirt that was tucked into a pair of simple jeans with a black belt. Over it Tsugeura wore a coffee brown plaid shirt that was rolled up to the elbow along with the undershirt. To complete the look he wore a pair of long coffee colored socks that peaked out of the black lace up boots that Kiryu dug out of the back of his friend’s closet. His bubblegum haired friend said it was best to come as he is, but this outfit would be appropriate for the event.

Tsugeura felt way more confident by the time your art show rolled around. He, of course beelined to you, but after you showed him and told him about your pieces he seemed to pick up on the fact that you would be doing that all night. So, he made sure to ask you if it was okay to leave you and look at other pieces, before perusing the rest of the show and asking questions about different pieces.

You were pleasantly surprised to see Tsugeura truly engaged with the other artists and asking thoughtful questions about their art. Since he wasn’t an “artsy person” the questions he asked were a completely different point of view than most of the other attendees. By the end of the event, it was apparent that he was really well received and appreciated by the other creators which only made your heart soar even higher.

Once the event wound down, Tsugeura returned to your side and helped you pack up your pieces before walking you home. After the first few minutes of the walk pass in awkward silence - you peering up at him only to see him looking straight ahead with a nervous expression - he finally breaks the silence. In his signature loud way, he tells you that he thinks you’re really cool, creative and so, so smart. Going on to say that he would like to be more than friends, but that if that’s not what you would want then he would really like to just be your friend.

It was honestly comical, because he was so on edge it kind of looked like he was just yelling his feelings at you - and to be fair, he was - but his nervous yet hopeful expression accompanied with those big puppy dog eyes made him so unthreatening.

Instantly all your walls crumbled, and all of those ooey-gooey warm feelings that have been brewing for Tsugeura finally gushed out of you. With a blindingly bright smile you confess that you’ve felt the same way this whole time, and that you just didn’t realize he felt the that way. For a while you kind of just thought Tsugeura was just being kind to you, but he was quick to tell you that he’s so kind to you because he likes you so much. Timidly, he asks if you would be his girlfriend, and you happily agree. 

Due to his virtue, Tsugeura didn’t want to scare you and let you take the lead on physical affection - this led to the two of you not really touching for the first 3 months of dating. Some guys in his class asked if you two have kissed, and Tsugeura just shrugs and says no. When they ask why, he says he’s letting you take the lead, and they just stare at him dumbfounded before asking if he’s ever gonna make a move - so he explains his thinking behind it.

Then one of his peers asks if Tsugeura lets you know that he’s attracted to you or likes you outside of physical affection. Tsugeura explained that he doesn’t really, but you seem really secure in your looks and whenever you two talk you just end up in a deep discussion about each other’s special interests. They say “okay” and some forms of “good luck” which kind of make Tsugeura self conscious though he doesn’t show it outwardly to them.

Later that day though, he timidly asks you if he’s been making you feel undesirable by not touching you or complimenting you. Surprised at first by his timidness, but then you giggle and explain your feelings around compliments - you don’t care too much for compliments on your physique, but you do enjoy compliments on your style choices and art. You assure him that you feel like he compliments you all the time - especially when he’s always telling you that he really likes the outfit you put together, or when he asks for your help to put a new outfit together for him. It always makes you feel good that he trusts your style and creative choices enough to ask you for help. In addition to that, you're always bouncing art idea off of him and he always tells you how intelligent you are for the idea.

After that, you go on to tell him - a little more nervously - about your relationship with physical affection. He listens intently as you explain that you don’t come from a very touchy feely home, and that no one in your family is very comfortable with it so you kind of just learned to be the same way.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t quite understand the physical affection piece at first and immediately bear hugs you with a giant grin on his face while saying, “Well you just need a hug!” He accidentally ends up tackling you to the floor so he’s on top of you.

When he hears you sniffle quietly underneath him, Tsugeura immediately thinks he hurt you and tries to get up, but you're clutching his shirt so tightly that he can’t.

”Y/N? Are you hurt? I’m so sorry!” He cries out, but you shake your head as you cry into his shoulder and pull him closer to you. Tsugeura freezes in place so you're not bearing any of his weight, but he's not pulling away either

”No I-I’m not hurt…” sniffling softly as you try to find the words to explain. “I’ve just never had anyone hug me like this, or been so ha-happy to hug me…” voice cracking as a sob escapes you. Tsugeura finally seems to understand that this was a lot harder for you than he first realized as he silently relaxes his body on top of you - reapplying the pressure from before.

“Thank you,” you whisper softly. “Ca-can we stay like this for a little bit longer? The pressure is really nice…” Warbling out softly, and he immediately wraps his arms tightly around you.

Tsuguera is silent as he holds you and lets you cry into his chest. After this, his approach to small forms of physical affection - hand holding, placing a reassuring palm on your back or shoulder blade, tucking your hair behind your ear - is much more eager. Especially since you mentioned that no one had ever been so happy to hug you before - Tsugeura never wanted you to feel that he wasn’t more than happy to touch you. In private, he’ll give you forehead kisses, tuck you into his side on the couch, and occasionally play with your hair or pet your head. He insists on giving you pressure hugs often - also in private in case you start crying - because after that first time you had been so relaxed afterwards. As if he had somehow squeezed all the tension from your body.

Through the rest of school, graduation, art school, and even at your first big show - Tsugeura always showed up. At that first show and every single one following, Tsugeura would arrive with you; help you set up; look at art and mingle through the event before returning to your side at the end to help you pack up. When the two of you arrive home - per tradition - Tsugeura peels the formal dress off of you and removes your heels before pulling you into a crushing hug. Once the stress of the day is squeezed from your muscles, then you take a long, hot shower together before cuddling each other to sleep in your giant shared bed.

Sugishita Kyotaro

(2296 WC)

You met Sugishita in middle school, after he was already devoted to Umemiya - he got involved when a group of your classmates were bullying you relentlessly. It took several interventions from him before they finally stopped, but after they did he still kept a quiet eye on you.

Often he would be waiting on the corner of the street that your house is on - at first you didn’t realize he was waiting for you until you smiled and waved at him as you walked by and he fell in step with you immediately. Honestly, you thought it was a coincidence, but every day after that started the same way - Sugishita silently waiting at the corner for you. Not once did you question him about it, wordlessly accepting the “scary dog privileges” that Sugishita afforded you.

A severe look was always on his face, and he didn’t speak much, but since you met him through him standing up for you - it was easy to be comfortable and smiley towards him. Though, he wasn’t 100% used to that right off the bat (other than maybe from Umemiya) and became enamored by you quite swiftly. The two of you started “hanging out” after knowing each other for a few weeks - you two would see each other at the park or something and sit together quietly enjoying whatever separate activities you brought.

It took him a while to open up to you, and he still hasn’t divulged everything about himself, but you quickly learned that Umemiya and Furin were incredibly important to him. One thing he made sure to mention was that he’s just really invested in following in Umemiya’s footsteps by protecting the town. You thought he was really admirable for it, and made sure to tell him so with a bright smile that exuded reverence - which instantly made him fall for you. As for you, you’ve had feelings since Sugishita saved you, but they’ve grown unruly over time. Especially during those quiet moments where you can just enjoy his company, but you’re not expected to speak.

Every single day, you have to say so many words that you find it to be exhausting sometimes, so you especially loved that Sugishita’s friendship uses a lot of nonverbal communication (head nods, points, a specific look, etc.). It made you feel like he really got you, and at times it kind of felt like the two of you had your own secret language.

Despite how your feelings continue to overtake your heart for Furin’s “Mad Dog” - you keep gardening shears at the ready to cut them back before their invasive vines reach your mouth. Sugishita was so not forthcoming with his emotions, you were convinced he couldn’t feel the same way, and you weren’t willing to jeopardize your newfound friendship. 

Umemiya finally asks to meet you one day since Sugishita was spending so much time with you, so he brought you to Pothos to meet Furin’s leader, Kotoha and some of the Furin kings. Though you don’t love talking all of the time - you’re able to communicate really well, and come across pretty bubbly when you do talk. After meeting you, they all think your friendship is adorable since you two are like ‘night and day’, but they also seem relieved that you’re obviously a very kind and caring person. They hid it well, but you still picked up on the fact that they were a bit worried for their friend since Sugishita doesn’t talk, let alone explain much. 

After they meet you, Umemiya asks Sugishita if he likes you as “more than a friend” and Sugishita defensively denies it. Umemiya just laughs and says ‘Well, I hope that’s true, because it won’t be long before someone tries to steal her from you,” he says with a teasing grin and arch of his brow.

Sugishita is on edge after that. Truly he hadn’t considered the fact that you might want to spend time with someone else eventually, and that realization surfaced a ton of scary emotions for him. So the next time you two are sitting at the park, he uncharacteristically talks more than usual. 

The moment the two of you sit down on the bench, he’s fidgeting his hands in his lap and twitching his shoes in the dirt. Frequently you peered over at him, but the moment he met your gaze he’d look away immediately. Finally, you pin him with that same intense stare he’d give others until he faced you fully and just came out with whatever was on his mind.

“I like you Y/N,” his monotone mutter wavered slightly as a blush crept over his cheeks. Dubiously, you tilt your head with a notch in your brow at him - trying to decipher what that meant.

“I like you too Sugishita!” Chirping brightly at him after the short pause as your face smoothes out, and for a beat his face lights up in surprise and a smile starts to curl his lips. Until you add, “Honestly, and I’ve never told you this, but you’re my best friend.” Admitting with a bashful giggle. Immediately, his face falls as he turns away and he begins fidgeting again - you almost ask him what’s wrong but he meets your gaze with a determined look on his face. By the way, “determined” on Sugishita’s face just looks like a severe glare, so you jump at first. 

“Y/N.” He says meaningfully and you lean in slightly - looking up at him through your thick lashes. Gulp - he swallows hard before continuing. “I like you… as more… than a… friend.” Through gritted teeth he breathes the words out, eyes pleading. Just due to his demeanor, you’re stunned, sitting there blinking rapidly for several minutes. Despite every nerve in his being telling him to run and that this was all a huge mistake - he stays and speaks some more. “Y/N, I want to be your boyfriend. If that’s okay with you?” Asking slowly, in such a quiet, vulnerable tone that contrasts his usual one. Finally, you’re released from your shock.

“Really?” Whispering so softly eyes welling with tears. “Sugishita… of course!” Crying out as you nod quickly. As for Sugishita, well, he’s usually not an expressive person but he beamed at you as the tips of his ears burned brightly. “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time - I just had no idea you’ve felt the same.” Admitting quietly as you regard him with a soft expression, and he just bashfully nods while averting his gaze.

 After that day in the park the two of you were official, but still a little awkward. Neither of you were used to dating, so touching each other - even holding hands - was kind of off the table. Honestly, the two of you kind of acted the same as you did before so no one really knew. Umemiya thought it was odd that Sugishita was still so calm after their conversation, so he asked Sugishita about it while rooftop gardening. The raven haired teen simply said the two of you were dating now while going about his task - that’s how all of Furin found out that you were official. 

As for you - your friends found out when they tried to set you up with one of their brothers who had a crush on you, but you politely told them that you were seeing someone. They begged for photos so you showed them the only one you had saved that Umemiya took of the two of you.

It was from that day in Pothos when you met everyone - you and Sugishita are sitting side by side in a booth, and you are looking off to the side (Tsubaki was talking to you in depth about fashion) and Sugishita is peering over at you. Except that severe look he usually wore had softened completely, a small smile curled the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were brimming with so much adoration. That’s how everyone in your life found out. 

It’s been a solid six months since you and Sugishita started dating, but everyone still just calls you ‘friends’. When you asked your bestie about it she said “you don’t act like a couple. Like you hang out a lot, but I’ve never seen the two of you touch each - not even holding hands!”

Her words plague your thoughts for the rest of the day. They were still heavy in your mind as you were hanging out in Sugishita’s backyard later that day. The two of you were sitting on the bench looking at the daffodils starting to bloom.

With your heart in your throat, you slowly reach out and take hold of Sugishita's thumb (too afraid to take his whole hand), and he immediately jumps but doesn’t pull away. He just looks at you with a deep furrow in his brow, kind of like he would look at Sakura, which makes you cower a little.

”So-sorry…” whispering quietly as you let go of his hand and fold yours in your lap. He just keeps staring at you, but you won’t look at him - finding interest in a daffodil swaying in the breeze.

After an exceptionally long pause, Sugishita gently holds his hand above your lap with his thumb stuck out for you causing you to look back up at him in surprise. His expression is confused, maybe a little apprehensive, and certainly nervous. Gently, you take his thumb in your hand again and hold it in your lap, but the staring contest isn’t over yet as he silently pleads for an explanation.

”M-my friend said that everyone keeps calling us ‘just friends’ even though we’re dating, because no one ever sees us touch each other - or even hold hands,” you explain quietly as Sugishita’s brow furrows and he tilts his head to the side, perplexed. “It’s not that I care what other people think, but you are my boyfriend and I would like to touch you sometimes…” trailing off as a vibrant blush overtakes his face. “Not anything crazy… It’s just hard for me to even,” looking down at where you’re holding his thumb, “I was never hugged, or kissed or loved on at home, and I just don’t know how… I’m trying to find a way though, because if there’s anyone I want to do that with it’s you.” Admitting so softly before returning your gaze to the daffodil. Another, extraordinarily long pause passes, where you can feel Sugishita’s eyes boring into you, but you don’t break the silence.

Without warning, Sugishita wraps his fingers around your hand where you’re holding his thumb and pulls so your top half is leaning in front of him, and then he uses his other arm to scoop you up and pull you into his lap. Promptly, he wraps one arm tightly around you while the other stays between you, his thumb still in your grasp, and then he hides his face in your neck. Neither of you speak, or move, or breathe really as you just sit there and get comfortable feeling each other so close. Then, like the wind whistling through a gnarled stump in the dead of night - he finally speaks.

”Me too,” he whispers into your hair. That’s all he says, but you understand - he’s the same as you in a lot of ways, this being one of them. He wants to touch you too, but he doesn’t know how. But he does know that you are the person he wants to touch. The two of you stay like that for a long while, and though your relationship changes marginally (both of you are just slow paced, and that’s okay!!) the two of you start holding hands regularly. 

Specifically, when the two of you are sitting somewhere, Sugishita will hold his hand out to you with his thumb sticking out, to which you’ll smile softly and wrap your hand around it - the two of you will sit doing your separate activities while holding hands like that. From that point on though, it is no longer in question whether the two of you are ‘just friends’ or dating. Especially with the way Sugishita blushes brighter than Sakura every time you hold his hand.

Years later, Sugishita still isn’t super touchy-feely, openly that is, but he is actually much more tolerant than he looks - with you and the kids at least. Once your children are old enough they literally use him as a jungle gym while he’s doing things around the house, the whole time he wears a gentle smile as he maneuvers them expertly around corners and furniture.

As for you, Sugishita will come up behind you often - especially when you’re cooking - and place his chin on the top of your head before wrapping his arms around your waste and hugging you snugly from behind. If you are cooking, and it’s something he likes, then he’ll steal a small pinch from the pan while you’re “not looking” (you see every time though).

Your husband only really comes into his own as a touchy feely person when your kids have grown up and moved out - having kids of their own. Teenage Sugishita and Grandpa Sugishita are completely different people. Grandpa Sugi - as the grandkids call him - is often seen scooping them up when they come to visit and peppering their face with kisses.

Around Furin he can be seen carrying one grandkid in one arm, holding the hand of another walking next to him, while a third sits atop his shoulders - hugging his head for stability. Of course, you always take the third one and put them on your shoulders instead - more securely - to both their and Grandpa Sugi’s dislike as they grumble in a way that has to be genetic.

Kiryu Mitsuki

(4913 WC)

The day you moved in next door to Kiryu Mitsuki is the day you fell in love with him. From the moment you met his viridescent eyes - you were hooked. Most of your childhood was spent playing at his house, at your house, or at the park. Sometimes you would end up in the same class throughout grade school, but the two of you were close friends regardless. 

And close friends you remained going into high school, despite your obvious crush on your best friend. Going into that first year, you vowed to keep your feelings to yourself so as to not ruin the friendship, and because you also knew Kiryu would never reciprocate them. He was the coolest person you’ve ever met, popular, and one of the most authentic people you know. Whereas you have always been quiet, shy and a bit of a nerd - to be quite honest, you didn’t think anyone was looking your way.

That was until one of your peers from grade school approached you with a wide grin and desire in his eyes. You were thrown off at first to see him approaching you with that expression - especially since he’s the same guy who broke your glasses three years in a row just for fun.

“Hey, Y/N! It’s been a while! How’ve you been?” Asking cheerily as he leans into your space making you stiffen completely. Unaware of how uncomfortable you are, he keeps talking to you, leaning closer and closer until finally he asks, “So - wanna go on a date with me?”

Grinning ear to ear as he expectantly awaits your affirmative answer, but you’re just stuck there blinking rapidly. He couldn’t be serious, right? The two of you haven’t spoken since you were under 3 feet tall, and this may be the first time he’s ever said a kind word to you.

“Um,” stammering for a moment as you flounder for a response, and then you toss him a tight lipped smile as you inched towards an escape route. “No thank you - I have to go actually,” rushing the words as you duck past him and speed away. Not sparing a glance back either, so you completely miss the way his face sours and his jaw clenches in annoyance.

The next few weeks pass with the same peer following you on all of your social media accounts and DM’ing you until you have to block him and go private. Completely missing the hint though, since he somehow acquired your number and has just started texting you directly until you have to block that as well. Finally, you think it’s over until he starts showing up at your school, job, and sometimes randomly when you’re out with your friends. You don’t even know how he knows where you are. Still, you’re not sure if it’s serious enough to bring up to someone yet.

The last straw is when he shows up on your front doorstep while both your and Kiryu’s parents are gone and he is out on patrol - so you’re totally alone. Knowing better than to answer the door, you crouch in your kitchen with your phone opened to the emergency number already punched in - just in case. For 30 minutes he bangs on your door insistently while calling your name, and then suddenly it just stops. Still, you wait another 15 minutes just to be safe.

When you hear Kiryu opening the front gate to his house, you jump up and sprint out the front door over to him. Seeing the panic in your eyes, he immediately goes on high alert - looking around for whatever caused you to be in such a state. After you catch your breath, everything that’s been going on for the past few weeks right up to the incident less than an hour ago spills out of you in one sentence. Kiryu listens silently - eyes widening and jaw clenching more and more with each word - by the end of your tale his expression is downright murderous.

For a moment you wonder if it was a mistake to tell him as you gently reach out to touch his arm, but then he suddenly snaps out of his stupor - face smoothing out as he throws you a reassuring smile. Though his verdurous eyes were still seething.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Just leave it to me,” reassuring you with a serene smile as you slowly nod - uncertain of what he could mean exactly by his earlier expression. “I just found a new game - wanna play it with me to take your mind off of it?” Offering kindly, and you sigh in relief since the boy next door you were familiar with had returned. Nodding, you follow him into his house and chill there until your parents get home. Kiryu insists on walking you the 15 feet home - just to be safe.

Two days later, the guy approaches you - with a black eye and really nasty split lip - and genuinely apologizes for how creepy and completely out of line he’s been. Then he promises to leave you alone. Stunned into silence, you just nod with wide eyes before he turns and walks away. Later that day, you confront Kiryu about it - expecting him to deny beating the guy up - but he just shrugs at you. 

“Yeah I did.” He adds to the gesture, matter of factly. A long pause passes where you just stare at him in disbelief, and as you part your lips to start chastising him, he just gives you a deadpan look that makes you pause. Then he states in a cool tone, “If you would just date me already, then I could’ve just told him that I’m your boyfriend and to back off.”

Wide eyed, you just stare at him with your mouth opening and closing like a guppy - causing him to throw his head back in laughter. ”Y/N, don’t tell me you actually haven’t realized it yet? I mean, I’ve known you’ve liked me since grade school, and it’s not like I’ve tried to hide that I like you.” Teasing you gently as he titters at your shocked expression and blushing cheeks. Dropping your head in embarrassment, you sigh deeply before meeting his gaze with an unreadable expression on your face.

“Before grade school actually,” you whisper softly, and a shocked look replaces his smile as a light dusting of pink crawls over his cheeks. “Since I first moved in next door…” adding quietly as your gaze falls to the floor, but not before you catch a glimpse of Kiryu’s ears turning red.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” He asks, genuinely curious with his brows raised.

“Because,” you release an exasperated sigh as you meet his gaze again. “You’re Kiryu Mitsuki and I’m just me,” you say - a little miserable by your own admission. Kiryu’s brow creases in utter confusion as he slowly shakes his head.

“Y/N, I have no idea what that means.” He admits, honestly, and a little concerned by how miserable you seem by the topic of conversation.

“I mean that you’re cool. And popular. And you have no problem being yourself, and a lot of people love that about you. People who are also good at being themselves,” explaining while moving your hands about with each of your points. Kiryu’s brow only furrows more as he moves from confused to perplexed. Taking a deep breath, you add, “I’m just me. I’m quiet. I’m awkward. I’m nerdy, and I just don’t know why anyone as cool as you would like me.” Admitting in a cracked voice as tears brim along your lash line. Kiryu still looks so completely thrown off, but you just give up trying to explain - releasing a tired sigh. After a silent beat, Kiryu’s calm voice breaks the silence.

“I’m only cool because of you, y’know.” Your head cocks at his words as one slippery tear drops down your cheek, and he nods before continuing. “You’re the one who cheers me on every time I do something like dye my hair pink or pierce my face, or just try to be myself. I’m cool for you, Y/N.” He explains earnestly as you deflate a little - all brewing arguments dying on your tongue. “I honestly could care less if anyone else thinks I’m cool, as long as you do. So, please, will you be my girlfriend already?” He asks solemnly, and after a long pause you nod dumbly at him, and then you nod quicker as your face breaks into a bright smile.

 “You’ve been trying to be cool for me?” Giggling out softly to him as you wipe away the tears in your eyes - starting to feel a little ridiculous for how you’ve denied your feelings for so long.

”Desperately,” he breathes out - obviously relieved that his feelings have finally reached you. Another fit of giggles strikes you as you lean a little closer to Kiryu - looking up at him through your lashes.

“That makes me so happy Kiryu - of course I’ll be your girlfriend,” gushing excitedly up at him. And even though Kiryu knew he probably shouldn’t, he can’t help but lean forward and press an excited kiss to your cheek. Immediately you tense up and turn a bright red, and when he leans back he’s struck with a fit of giggles at your shocked expression. 

After that, the two of you were officially dating, and though he hasn’t kissed you again, Kiryu will also occasionally hold your hand. Although he can feel you’re tense and awkward, he stills wants to do it and show everyone else you’ve moved from friendship into a relationship. You aren’t uncomfortable to the point that this bothers you - you’re just really conscious of the fact that you two are holding hands which makes you feel a little awkward.

Finally, your awkwardness around physical touch comes to a head one day when Kiryu is holding your hand - a blush radiating from your cheeks the whole time - when he suddenly lets you go to assist a shopkeeper with hanging a plant. When he returned to your side, he didn’t immediately grab your hand again like he usually did. A bit confused, you walk along a little longer expecting him to remember at some point, but he’s just babbling about some video game as a notch forms in your brow. Eventually - while he’s mid sentence - you stubbornly reach out and take his hand in yours, gripping it firmly. 

“Oh, and that one level-” Kiryu stops and looks down at your smaller hand holding onto him by his fingers, and then looks back up and has to stifle a laugh at your expression. You’re looking at him with that same notch in your brow, your lips pulled in a small pout, and slight betrayal in your eyes. “I’m sorry - did you want to keep holding my hand?” Asking in a teasing tone with a slight arch of his brow.

Blushing furiously up to your ears as your expression turns shocked and you quickly look away, but don’t let go of his hand. Humming a small ‘mhm’ as the two of you keep walking. Kiryu titters to himself, but doesn’t tease you further since you finally touched him.

Holding firmly onto his hand until you were settled on a bean bag in his bedroom, as  he sets up a 2 player game on his console across the room. Without turning around, he breaks the awkward silence in his signature calm tone.

“I think that’s the first time you’ve held my hand…” he says with an obvious smile in his voice. Proven when he turned around and the corners of his mouth were turned up. “Anything you want to talk about?” Asking in a knowing tone as he arches a brow at your expression.

Nodding slowly - that notch from earlier back in your brow, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, and hands clasped in your lap as you twirl your thumbs. Laughing lightly, Kiryu nods at you to go ahead.

“I-I don’t know why,” you start in a timid voice - eyes darting back and forth, “but I get really self conscious and awkward when we hold hands.” Meeting his gaze for a moment as he nods again for you to continue. “But I really like it too, and I think I would like to touch you more… but I’m just so awkward I can feel it in my bones. I don’t know how not to be, or how to just let myself enjoy it, y’know?” Finishing in an uncertain tone as you tilt your head forward to look at him through your lashes. Kiryu is just staring back at you with the most amused expression - a scheming look in his eyes.

“I have a few ideas of how to help with that,” offering in a low tone that you’ve never heard him use before as your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Slowly, you nod your head without breaking eye contact. Kiryu crawls over to where you’re seated on the bean bag, and sits on his knees in front of you. “Can I hold you?” Asking with a tilt of his head as he holds his arms out to you, again, you nod slowly.

Wordlessly, Kiryu scoops you up and sits himself down in the bean bag chair before sitting you on his lap. Your legs are bent in front of you between his legs, his arms are loosely wrapped around you, and your back flush to his chest. Kiryus gently places his chin on top of your head. At first, you’re incredibly tense and so red you’re sure you’re radiating heat at this point. Kiryu just calmly sits there without moving until you ever so gradually relax into him - eyes wide and expression uncertain.

Ever so slowly, he begins letting his hands drift down over your skirt to caress your bare legs, feather light touches cascade over your skin making you squirm and blush. Kiryu laughs through his nose, but doesn’t cease his movement. It was almost imperceivable as he leaned forward and let his lips ghost over your earlobe to place a chaste kiss on your cheek. Turning your head swiftly to meet his gaze, but Kiryu had already leaned back and over to the side to place another kiss to the nape of your neck while you were turned away.

This game of cat and mouse continued - Kiryu’s fingertips ghosting over your bare legs and arms, only barely over your ribs at times, while he peppered kisses on your cheeks, neck and shoulders - the whole time you maneuvering and craning your neck to try and look him in his vibrant green eyes. Finally, when you let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back in his chest while crossing your arms - Kiryu devolved into a fit of laughter at your annoyed pout.

“Do you want me to stop?” Kiryu asked in a teasing tone, and you instantly released another sigh while turning your head to the side. He starts to pull his arms back while speaking in that same teasing tone. “You just had to say so,” he breathes against the shell of your ear as he begins to lean away from you, but you quickly grab his wrists to stop him. Pulling him forward slightly, you wrap his arms around your torso and lean back into his chest again.

“I-I want… more…” muttering through your stubborn pout, still refusing to meet your boyfriend’s gaze. Kiryu chuckles low before smiling serenely at your embarrassed demeanor. 

Tightening his arms around you, he leaned forward until his chin rested on your shoulder, and then he whispered, “You just had to say so,” fanning hot breath over your skin.

Swiftly, Kiryu repositions you so you’re cradled in his arms and peering up into his mischievous green eyes with a surprised expression on your face. Stifling a laugh at your blushing cheeks and wide eyes, he bends down to place a kiss to your forehead before peppering kisses all over your face and neck. At first you tense and flinch under his affection, but gradually you loosen up and lean into him more and more until you fall into a fit of blushing giggles. 

Kiryu pauses in his affectionate attack to hug you tightly to him and bury his nose in your hair until you both calm down a bit. A wide grin tugging at his lips at how good it feels to finally hold you like this. After a few moments, you wordlessly meet his serene gaze, and without warning you cup his cheeks in your hands before leaning up and slotting your lips with his. Kiryu freezes for a moment - stunned and red in the face - until he relaxes and kisses you back, tightening his hold on you even more.After parting from the kiss, both of you stare at each other warmly for a long moment, before devolving into a fit of giggles together this time.

From this day on, you really don’t have any qualms with holding Kiryu’s hand or sharing a kiss. Now, your favorite thing he does is when he gives a surprise hug from behind while pressing a kiss to your cheek. In private, Kiryu and you often sit in the same bean bag - him in it and you in between his legs - when playing video games or watching a movie. You don’t feel awkward at all any more, and just relish in being able to enjoy your boyfriend’s loving touches.

It wasn’t until the two of you graduated and were living in the same apartment on campus that your relationship went a step further. After the first semester, you surprised Kiryu with a nice homemade dinner and told him that you were ready once the meal was finished. Knowing this was coming eventually, he eagerly cleared the table as you went to get ready without question.

For tonight you bought an olive green, retro lingerie set that was a bralette and a pair of high waisted underwear. To wear over it you purchased a silky pink robe - as close to Kiryu’s hair as you could find - with lace trim around the sleeves and bottom hemline. Once you are touched up and adorned in your outfit, you step out into the living room to find Kiryu waiting patiently on the couch.

The moment his gaze locks on you, those vibrant green eyes are set ablaze like Greek Fire, and it almost burns where they travel over you. After he’s thoroughly snapped the mental image of you looking like the birth of Aphrodite emerging from the hallway - he holds his hand out to you palm up. Crossing the room with a shy smile tugging at your lips, you take his hand and let him lead you to stand in front of him in between his legs.

“I like this,” breathing out heavily as he runs his fingertips along the opening of the robe before smoothing his palms over the velvet hugging your hips. Kiryu continues caressing his hands along your velvety clad curves as his eyes fill with lusty adoration.

“I bought it for you,” you admit softly, and Kiryu’s eyes snap to your face - a little confused. He didn’t want to assume, but who else would you buy it for? Giggling softly at his expression, you point at the green velvet, “your eyes,” and then you grasp the sleeve of the robe in your other hand to hold up to him, “your hair. Though I couldn’t find the right green, so I had to settle.” Adding with a small pout, but Kiryu barely registers the last thing you said as he leans back against the couch to take you in fully once more.

If he had been looking at you with pure adoration before, then this may be closer to worship with his eyes wide, lips slightly parted and brows raised. It felt like he was hit by a Mack Truck - he honestly felt like he couldn’t be any more in love with you, until now.

“Pink and Green aren’t even your favorite colors though,” chuckling lightly while shaking his head at you. Ever since the two of you were young you always said you enjoyed nude colors, you just feel more yourself in them.

“Yeah, but you’re my favorite color,” murmuring with a bashful smile as a blush creeps up your chest all the way to the tips of your ears. Kiryu’s virescent eyes widen before he reaches forward and grabs you by the hips and pulls you down into his lap so you’re sitting on one of his thighs. Without missing a beat, he begins pressing open mouthed kisses into the crook of your neck.

“I’m your favorite color?” He asks teasingly as he nips at your collarbone before pulling back to meet your half lidded gaze with his heated one. “Promise?” Whispering against your mouth and you subtly nod before slotting your lips with his. Kiryu titters into the kiss as he repositions you both to lay on the couch - you on your back and Kiryu’s hips slotted between your thighs.

Your boyfriend is agonizingly slow with his ministrations - trailing his lips down your neck and over you shoulder, slipping the rob off of you as he peppers kisses down your arm to your fingertips. Then, trailing his lips back up your arm, placing open mouth kisses where the strap of your bralette was as he pulls it off your shoulder. Moving down, he begins kissing along the hem of the bralette across your ribs as he slowly lifts the velvety fabric and pulls it off of you. 

Before going in farther, Kiryu’s verdant orbs cut to your face again - searching for any sign of discomfort. But all he finds is unbridled excitement and lust as you nod eagerly for him to continue. You see Kiryu take a deep breath to steady himself before turning his attention back to your bare chest. Ever so slowly he brings both hands up to palm them lightly - gently squeezing and rolling the satisfying fat under his hand before moving his hands to cup under them so he can dip his face into the valley of your breasts. First, he places open mouthed kisses along the insides of them before moving to pepper kisses along the tops of your mounds. Then, finally, he brings his lips to over one pert nipple before licking it with the tip of his tongue, and then Kiryu wraps his mouth around it completely. At the same time he moves to roll your other nipple between his fingertips. The new sensations are overwhelming, causing you to arch your back and with it your chest even closer to his hands and mouth. Quiet whines and moans fall from your lips and into Kiryu’s ears causing him to grin against your sensitive skin.

When your soft sounds become more desperate, Kiryu finally makes his way down - littering kisses and gentle nips across your ribs, then down the center of your abdomen until his lips halt at the hemline of your underwear. Casting his gaze up through his lashes at you, he silently waits for permission to continue, and you bite your bottom lip anxiously before giving him a determined nod. Ever so slowly, Kiryu hooks his fingers into the top of your underwear before sliding them down to your ankles - watching your expression closely and giving you ample time to change your mind.

Once the garment is deposited on the floor, Kiryu leans back on his heels to stare at you in all your glory. Goosebumps pucker along your flushed skin as you squirm under his unabashed gaze, and then he reaches out to splay his hand over your abdomen before ghosting it down over your hip and up your thigh to rest on your bent knee. Vibrant, pastoral eyes following the path of his hand - watching the shiver that runs through your muscles from his touch. The expression that crosses his face is the same when he beats a difficult game - triumph and satisfaction. 

Slowly bending forward, he brings his lips to your other knee - keeping your legs spread apart - as he gently grabs under your calf with his other hand and extends the leg he’s kissing. Trailing pecks and love bites up your calf to your ankle, where he pauses to cut those heated green eyes to you before grinning deviously as he places your ankle on his shoulder and begins working his way back down. Halting at your knee to bite the back of your knee, causing you to jump and your slick cunt to clench eagerly, before he drags his tongue along the sensitive skin there, then he places a long and sloppy kiss there. Your breathing becomes uneven as his grip on your thigh tightens and his thumb starts tracing circles on your other knee.

“Kiry-u!” Moaning desperately as the string in your abdomen begins to tighten. Grinning wide into your skin, and you shiver while releasing a shaky breath at the sensation of his teeth against the sensitive area. Pulling his lips away, he then leans forward completely - sliding your knees onto his shoulders - until he’s face to face with your drooling pussy. Those Greek Fire eyes have become hungry as he looks up at you from between your thighs for permission.

“Can I kiss you here too?” He asks, oh so innocently, with a slight raise of his eyebrows and everything, but the mischievous look in his gaze betrays his tone. Regardless, you nod with a breathless “uh-huh”. Kiryu’s eyes fall back to your glistening folds as he drags his palms to your hips to grip them and pull you closer. First, he leans forward until his nose bumps that sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to hiss, and then he breathes in deeply before releasing a long, satisfied sigh. Warm air fans your folds, shooting a shiver up your spine, and then Kiryu ever so slowly drags his tongue through your folds. Back arching off the couch, you unintentionally push your dripping core closer to his eager mouth and without missing a beat he latches his mouth onto you. Licking up your arousal while mapping out your folds up to your clit with the tip of his tongue, and then he maneuvers his wet muscle down to your entrance. Teasing it slowly at first by pushing the tip of his tongue just through that ring of muscle and then pulling it back before pushing it again, over and over again at a leisurely pace that was making you lose your mind. Even more so by the way his fingertips were digging into the fat of your hips bruisingly - holding you tightly in place.

When you finally reach down and card your finger through his rose colored locks - gripping on tightly as you buck into his mouth - Kiryu relinquishes and pushes his tongue fully through the ring of muscle to glide along your gummy walls. Groaning deeply as his eyes roll back into his head as his ministrations become more insistent, the vibration only makes you buck harder into him as you cry out desperately for more. Kiryu moans approvingly into your clenching core as he grips and pulls on your hips to wordlessly tell you to keep grinding against him. Following his silent direction, you grip his hair harder and pull him closer as you grind shamelessly on his lithe tongue.

Suddenly, the string in your abdomen becomes so taught it finally snaps, and with it your release comes crashing over you. Arching your back off the couch as Kiryu’s name is ripped from your lips in a breathy cry and every muscle in your body tenses with euphoria before they relax - pleasure washing through your being - as you collapse back onto the couch. Kiryu pulls his tongue back, but doesn’t stop his ministrations - gradually slowing as you come down from your orgasm. After you’ve relaxed entirely - boneless as you catch your breath - your boyfriend continues licking your folds, cleaning you and drinking every last drop of you.

Once he’s finished, and finally comes up for air - an immensely satisfied look on his face - he regards your flushed cheeks and drowsy eyes. Grinning ear to ear, he lays down beside you and pulls you flush to his chest. “Thank you for the meal,” he breathes against your temple before pressing a loving kiss there as you curl into him and murmur a soft, tired ‘thank you’ in return.

It wasn’t long before you are drifting off to sleep in Kiryu’s arms - him holding you so securely as he continues peppering kisses into your hair and whispering sweet nothings.

‘You taste utterly divine,’ ‘I love the faces you make when you cum - you're so beautiful Y/N’, ‘I can't wait make you scream like that again’.

Until he finally drifted off to sleep with his nose still buried in your hair and a serene smile tugging at his lips.

After this it still takes some time for you two to go all the way, but that was mostly because of Kiryu. He said you’re an overachiever by nature and would focus on his pleasure before you ever found out how good he could make you feel. So you followed his lead, and you were glad you did because it wasn’t long before Kiryu showed you just how well he knows your body.

{ 133 }

season's call.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ my beloved season calls me | because i always feel you in me. }

most people would cower in fear at the thought of walking alone in the middle of the night-

yet you could say with confidence that you were not one of those people.

despite being a young woman living in the midst of the big city like seoul, you found a strange safety while walking within the darkness of the night-

a comfort, even.

with your job requiring you to work many hours, it came as no surprise when you came home most days feeling completely drained. the exhaustion seeming to seep within your very bones as your drooping eyes could barely stay open the moment you came back to your apartment.

sometimes, your boyfriend was around, but most times, he would often be working. taking on his duties as the latest s-rank hunter and dominating various gates that appear across the city. but you would never worry too long about him, simply falling back in bed while re-reading his last message that was sent to you until your eyes could barely remain open.

my monarch 👑 [ you just go home and focus on resting. i'll be home soon, i love you. oh, and please, do dream of me. ]

those were the last words you recall reading until your cellphone slipped from your fingertips, ready to land against the hardwood floorings of your shared bedroom had it not been for a certain shadow gently catching it before placing the device on your nightstand.

it wasn't until several hours later that you finally woke up from your nap, which was what lead you to your current predicament.

being well past midnight, you felt groggy from your nap and became aware of the lack of sustenance felt within your system. after freshening up within your bathroom, you allow your eyes to stare blearily at your reflection. your hand touches at your cheeks, noticing the dark circles as you sigh and began to wash your face once more.

"my queen... are you alright?"

as you dry your face with the plush towel, you trail your eyes down towards your shadow, seeing several, glowing purple eyes looking back at you. normally, such a frightening sight would be enough to cause someone to feel an immense fear-

but not to you.

"i'm fine. since there's not much to eat here, i plan to buy something to eat for me and jinwoo at the convenience store. do you mind accompanying me?"

"of course, my queen. our king will be delighted with your decision."

with a smile painting your lips, you nod before grabbing your phone and bag, extracting your keys as you decided to explore the city and buy a late dinner for you and jinwoo to enjoy later on once he comes home. the city was bustling with activity, and you allow the sensation of the wind to course through you, humming a favorite tune as you walked with confidence across the sidewalks.

as you enjoy the sights of the city, you felt danger quickly approaching you. goosebumps were felt erupting all across the expanse of your arm as a low whistle was heard trailing from close behind you. you stiffen momentarily, but ultimately decide to stop walking.

you allow your eyes to follow the voice, seeing a man sneering at you as he came out from a random alleyway. your heart was felt racing slightly, summoning your flight or fight response-

yet your fear was short lived when several, tiny whispers were heard coming from your shadow.

"hey hey hey, what's the rush babygirl? you're lookin' a little lost."

the faint scent of alcohol was evident when you felt the man's calloused hands grabbing on to you. you had to fight back the repulsion that threatens to course through you, mustering the coldest look you could manage when you stiffly tell the drunkard, "i'm taken. my boyfriend will be livid if he sees you forcing yourself onto me."

he gives you a smirk now, his piercings glinting from beneath the moonlight while his hold on you seemed to tighten when he tells you.

"aw, don't be like that, babe. heheh, i bet you're just stiff because you need a good fuckin' to help with loosening you up, that's all."

he was about to get closer to you when he saw the wisps of shadows surrounding you. you close your eyes, already basking in amusement when you saw the panicked look within the bastard's eyes.

"w-what the hell? you a fucking hunter?"

no, but my boyfriend is one.

you keep your thoughts to yourself, allowing the cold shadows to surround you as you briefly wondered what shadow soldier would appear, ready to defend you with their life.

would it be igris? or beru?

"you." within mere seconds, you found your answer, gasping when jinwoo himself appears in front of you.

your knees were weak, feeling your heart began to pound when you were met with jinwoo's broad back. he keeps a powerful hand behind you, using his body as a shield between you and the poor bastard who dared to hit on you.

"a-a-ah..."

you hear the shakiness in his voice when jinwoo grabs a hold of his shirt, slamming the bastard against the harsh, brick wall of the alleyway with a click of his tongue. the bastard never stood a chance, losing his consciousness immediately as he slumps against the concrete.

jinwoo was breathing heavily when he finally faces you, eyes still glowing a bright purple when his shaky hands gently frame at your face.

"are you alright, sarang?" his voice was shaky, still assessing your features for any trace of fear or discomfort. "i'm sorry if i was a little late, but... when i saw that bastard coming on to you-"

he trembles, letting out a shaky sigh when you felt his hands clutching at your shoulders in a tighter manner. "i nearly lost myself to my rage, ready to rip that bastard into shreds if i had to."

finally snapping out of your reveries, you sigh and wrap your arms around jinwoo's neck, your embrace and the way your warmth seemed to surround him being enough to calm him down.

"i'm alright, jinwoo... i'm just so happy to see you again."

you laugh before pressing gentle kisses against his jawline, slowly calming down your beloved boyfriend as he basks in your presence. he lets out a sigh of your name before wrapping his arms around your back, resting his head against your shoulder while gently holding you in his arms.

"did you just finish your raid?"

you look at him with amusement in your eyes when he gives you a gentle nod against your shoulder.

"yeah, i'm done."

"then, let's get some dinner together, shall we?"

you feel jinwoo place a lingering kiss against your shoulders before moving away from you, the rage in his eyes finally dying down into a gentle simmer as you could see the clarity of his grey eyes once more.

"yes, let's go." he nods, with the two of you completely forgetting about the man who was foolish enough to hit on you, leaving his unconscious body near the alleyway he had came from.

and as you continue to explore the city while in the arms of your beloved shadow monarch, you knew that he was the sole reason you had no reason to fear the night-

for sung jinwoo would always be right by your side when danger struck, ready to protect you with all that he had.

a.n. - hhhhhh the jinwoo brainrot is real... please save me jinwoo, my daydreams for you can't seem to stop 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

Twisted Wonderland Smut Shot: Leech Twins x Female Darling - Stalking MC and claiming her as theirs.  Warning: Yandere themes, Dark themes,NSFW, Explicit sex scene, threesome, rough treatment, demeaning speech.

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Author’s note: Thank you very much for reading through my content and for having faith in me <3! I sincerely hope that you will enjoy reading this story <3! The story includes Noncon sex and extreme NFSW content, so please do not read it if you are not comfortable with these themes! <3 thank you. 

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