SHINee AS YOUR BOSS

SHINee AS YOUR BOSS

NOTE: Hello! I have been inactive for years but I’m still here lol I will still try to post from time to time but I won’t be accepting requests for now since I can’t promise that I will be very active again here~ hehe always stay safe and healthy!  ♡

Lee Jinki

soft but serious af when working

Greets every employee with a smile

Approachable

Treats his team to dinner at least twice a month

Gets along with his employees

Has an inner Chrisitian Grey vibe (i know. I’m sorry, I had to)

Kim Jonghyun

BEST BOSS EVER

Brings Roo to office to play with everyone

Almost wanna cry when someone resigns

Always sings when working

Makes sure everyone is doing okay

Doesn’t let his employees suffer from too much stress and pressure

Kim Kibum

A strict yet fun boss

Wants everything to be done as soon as possible

Perfectionist

But commends and appreciates all the employees’ efforts

Makes the team laugh

OOTD is always on point

Loves having team parties, he is indeed the life of the party

Has an aesthetic office– but messy drawers lol

Choi Minho

Very hardworking

Hates losing to other companies or teams

Gets disappointed when someone fails to do their job properly

But will help the employee think of a way to resolve it

Makes sure everyone is doing their job

Goes straight to gym after work

Plays golf with his colleagues on weekends

Brings coffee for the whole team

Everyone has a crush on him

Has an inner Christian Grey vibe too….

Lee Taemin

A boss who doesn’t seem like one

Plays vid games in his office

Ask his employees to play with him

But works hard whenever he has to

A boss but at the same time a baby

Everyone is soft for him

Everyone calls him “boss baby” behind his back

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maybe a concept of older!harry and yn celebrating harry’s first birthday as a couple and he’s a little anxious about getting older bc of the age gap

FIRST BLURB ABOUT OLDER!HARRY 💓 I KNOW THIS TOOK ME FOREVER I'M SORRY BUT IT'S LONG SO I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS CAUSE I HATE IT... also if you guys are being good with this (liking, feedbacking and REBLOGING!) i may give you a little surprise later! 👀

! | fluff, shitty angst, age-gap, insecurities, mention of diarrhea (yes), jealousy, nothing more i think.

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | OLDER!HARRY UNIVERSE

Today is the first of February 2021, and Harry is thirty-two years old.

He doesn't really feel anything different about him, the pain in his body has been there before and the few grey hairs on his head are nothing new. But there is something, something he never had in his earlier years.

Rather, someone.

Y/N wakes him up with kisses, whispers a happy birthday and then gives him a rolex as a gift along with morning sex that leaves him a mess in bed, and he understands that there is no better gift than her love.

He takes the day off, calling the office to let Niall know that he's taking care of everything today, and stays all morning and afternoon with his love.

In the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the couch, they are together everywhere, and he couldn't wait to ask her to move in with him permanently.

He didn't spend much time at home, there were nights when he slept in his office because he wanted to finish filling out paperwork, or times when he flew to another part of the world to make a deal and came back to his empty, dark house, wishing he had another excuse to leave again.

Now, with her there, he counts the seconds to see her again, desperate to feel her touch, her scent and everything about her that makes him addicted.

He sees her, preparing breakfast in one of his shirts, so homely it makes his chest ache. He never thought he'd find the love of his life in a childhood friend, and at this point in his life.

"H, are you listening to me?" Her sweet voice brings him out of his haze, and he looks at her, now facing him as she sets two plates on the island and sits on a stool beside him.

He shakes his head, picking up his cup of black coffee and brushing it across his lips. "Sorry, love. What were you saying?"

Y/N shakes her head at the man's distraction. "Seven o'clock today, we have somewhere to go."

He drops his fork. "Baby– told you I just wanna be with you–"

"I know, I know! but try explaining that to Gemma and Anne." She strokes his back to comfort him. "Especially try to explain to them why you wanna spend the day alone with me."

Ah, right. They were a secret.

No one but the two of them knew about their relationship, fearing that their parents or others would think badly, or that the press would try to kill both Y/N's modelling career and Harry's company, or that Y/N would be harassed at university, or that– Anyway, there were many reasons why their seven-month relationship could be affected.

Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair, tousling it even more. "As you wish, honey, we still have plenty of time." He looks at his watch, which reflects nine in the morning. "I was thinking of a shower after breakfast?"

His girl smiles with her mouth full, and nods. "You just read my mind!"

(...)

"What are the most common diseases among babies, children and adolescents?" Harry reads from the green card, and raises his head to look at her.

Y/N's thinking, her eyes narrowed and her lower lip between her teeth that he wishes he was the one biting it. "Oh, respiratory failure, diarrhea and aspiration of objects!"

He smiles proudly, ten cards and all had been answered correctly. He takes her hand, pulling her onto his lap where he sits her down and begins to press kisses to her neck, inhaling her perfume which he'a sure makes his pupils dilate.

She sighs, playing with one of his hands that isn't wrapped around her waist. "Sorry, it's your birthday and all we're doing is you helping me study."

He breaks away from her neck, placing a hand on the back of it to force her to join their gazes, and his heart breaks at the sight of her sad eyes. "Baby, there's nothing I enjoy more on m'birthday than being with you, even if it's talking about baby diarrhea."

Y/N laughs a little, but she avoids his gaze, playing with the fluff that's loose on her boyfriend's sweater. He puts both hands on her hips, squeezing the flesh and leaving a kiss on her cheek. "Listen to me, I'm so proud of yeh, m'girl's gonna be the best nurse, isn't she?"

Now she laughs in earnest, embarrassed and feeling the blood rise to her cheeks. "Shut up." She mutters, hiding in Harry's chest before he turns them around, pinning her against his chest and the couch.

"But it's true!" He replies, starting to dig his fingers into her ribs, just enough to make her twitch but not enough to be ticklish. "My girl's the smartest, most beautiful in the world."

He starts wiggling his fingers, and Y/N starts laughing and squirming underneath him. "No, H!" She whimpers. "Stop it!"

He stops after a few seconds, leaving kisses all over her face, neck, and every bare patch of skin he sees. "I love you." He whispers, reaching under her shirt to touch the skin of her stomach.

She smiles, stroking the hairs on the back of his neck. "So do I, love. Who'd have thought you'd still have your charms when you're so old?"

And the tickling strikes again, making her let out a small cry and trying to pull Harry's big body off of her. "Take that back!" He says, wiggling his fingers on her body.

"Never!"

The ringing of Y/N's phone interrupts their intimate moment, and she has to stretch her arm to the bedside table where the device lies, which lights up with Anne's name on the screen.

Harry doesn't even look at it, too busy making a mark on her clavicles but low enough not to arouse anyone's suspicions. He'd love to, though, fill her body with marks so that everyone knows who she belongs to.

"Back in a minute." Y/N says, running the heavy body of the man who groans as they part. "Don't be a baby, I'll be right back!"

She leaves the immature thirty-two year old man on the million dollar couch, walking to the downstairs bathroom where she closes the door so Harry won't hear. "Anne, hi!"

"Darling, hello!" the woman greets happily, proud of the friendship between her best friend's daughter and her son, though secretly wishing they were something more. "We're all set for tonight, just a couple more hours and you can come here, okay?"

Y/N smiles, sitting on the toilet with the lid on as she looks around. "Great! I'll see you guys later, say hi to Gemma and Aiden for me!"

"I will, my love. Bye!"

When she comes out of the bathroom, Harry's no longer on the sofa, but she can hear noises upstairs that give away his presence in his room, so she trots upstairs trying not to fall off (which happens quite a lot).

In the bedroom, he's inside the dresser, searching through the thousands of clothes for something suitable for tonight, though he has no idea where they'll go. "Baby?" He says, hearing her footsteps approaching where he is, a hanger in his hand dangling his "I'm gonna die lonely" t-shirt.

Her figure appears in the door frame. "Yeah?" She asks, leaning against the wood, and the simple postcard is enough to send tingles through his body.

"What should I wear tonight?" He asks, hanging up the hanger again to grab another, this one with one of his many flowered shirts.

She walks down the long dresser until she's in front of him, slipping an arm around his hip and pulling their bodies affectionately closer. He drapes an arm around her shoulders and hugs her too, leaving a kiss on her scalp as she hides her head on his chest.

"Not too formal, but not too casual either." She murmurs against the fabric of his shirt, inhaling his scent. "You're gonna look handsome either way."

Harry laughs, and they both look into each other's eyes, him wrinkling his nose to undo the tingle he feels everytime he looks at her, which makes him sentimental. Y/N kisses him, wrapping her lips around his lower one.

"Mhm, we should start getting ready…" He says against her lips, causing his voice to come out distinct and the vibrations make her giggle.

They part, and she starts walking backwards towards the exit, not seeing the stacked shoeboxes, but he does, so he walks quickly towards her. "Darling, careful!"

Y/N falls backwards onto the carpeted floor, letting out a sigh that reveals she's used to her clumsiness by now. "Whoops."

Harry helps her up, grabbing her elbows as he examines her body. "You're okay? You didn't hurt yourself, did ya?" He asks. "Y'clumsy little thing."

She holds back a smile, secretly loving his protectiveness over her, and nods. "Yeah, I'd better go get ready in the other room."

"Okay, I'll see you later." He winks at her and she disappears.

He looks at the empty space where she was standing a few seconds ago and then looks down at the boxes that are now lying there, shoes slipping out, and smiles, biting his lower lip as he clutches the garment he'd forgotten he still had in his hands.

Shit, how he loved her.

(...)

Finally, they're in the car.

After they're both ready and Harry saw Y/N in that little black dress, they're half an hour late, and she drives his Mercedes Benz to the restaurant they've rented for the night where all his family and close friends are waiting for them.

Harry has no idea, looking out the window, singing along to the songs playing on the radio, or admiring his girl driving with the wind in her face, and in the neckline of her dress.

He spots the place in the distance, and turns to look at her. "What did you do?"

She just looks at him sideways, parking. "Not just me, your mom and Gem, too."

The car's turned off and they're both silent for a few seconds, until Styles puts a hand on her knee and squeezes. "Baby love, you shouldn't have… I was content to have just you, very happy, in fact."

She laughs, placing a hand on his cheek and stroking his growing hairs with her thumb. "I know, but they miss you at home, and it was their idea too." Her voice rings out in the silent car. "Let's go for a while, and then we can go back to your place, 'kay?"

Our place. Harry resisted saying, but only nodded and they both got out of the car, their hands glued to their bodies as they couldn't reveal their relationship to anyone, least of all the people who passed by on the street and seemed to recognise who they were.

"Ready?" she asks, one hand on the doorknob, and he nods.

She opens the door and they are greeted with shouts from everyone in a big "Happy birthday!" that make Harry smile and blush.

His mother and sister are the first to greet him, followed by his father and friends. He can see how Y/N steps out of the scene, standing next to het parents, and he would love nothing more than to kiss her and thank her in front of everyone.

The party begins, and they sit at a large table, with music playing in the background so as not to disturb. There are four waiters, two women and two men, who go around asking people what they need. Y/N's sitting next to him, and in front of them are Niall, Louis and Zayn. It's nice, fun, and he puts a hand on his girl's thigh under the table, trying to express his gratitude.

The food is simple, and the plates are being served, but the drink is to everyone's taste so the waiters pass by noting everyone's decision, and Harry can see one of them approaching Y/N.

"And what can I get you, miss?" the waiter looks at her with pen and notepad in hand, and a smile on his face that Y/N imitates.

"A Sprite's fine." She replies.

Harry looks at the situation and smiles at how sweet she is, but he can hear the waiter say "right away!" and wink at her and then walk away, leaving him to wonder if the guy was flirting or just being nice.

"No alcohol, Y/N?" Niall asks, grabbing fries from a bowl.

"I don't... I don't drink." She replies quite low, and Styles takes her hand from under the table, squeezing it gently.

His girl may be the sweetest and funniest, but she's shy at first and finds it hard to open up to others, so he takes it upon himself to support her when necessary.

"Cheers to that, love!" Louis raises his Corona beer and the boys raise their drinks as well before drinking. Harry rolls his eyes laughing before drinking from his glass of red wine.

He has an arm around the back of Y/N's chair. It's a friendly gesture and goes unnoticed by the eyes of the rest, but every now and then he takes the audacity to stroke her bare shoulder, causing her to shiver.

The waiter returns, with a couple of drinks on the tray but Harry just stares at the tall glass of Sprite, and at the boy carrying it too, who only seems to be looking at her.

He has a buzz cut, black eyes and full lips. He's handsome, yes, but what bothers the CEO is that he doesn't look a day over twenty-five.

Perfect for Y/N.

"A Sprite for the lady." The young man sets the glass down in front of her, who gives him a red-lipped smile that's sure to make anyone shudder.

"Thank you." Y/N replies, but the waiter leaves two napkins beside her and disappears, once again winking at her.

She takes a sip of her drink, letting out a sigh from the fizz, and Harry takes a swig of the alcohol in his hands to drown out the anger beginning to form inside him.

Zayn clears his throat. "Um... We all saw that?"

All three nod, while Styles remains serious, fiddling with his rings, and Y/L/N frowns in confusion. "We all saw what?"

"That lad wants to jump your bones, petal!" Niall says, a little too loudly as Gemma's husband looks sideways at them, but keeps chatting to Harry's family.

Y/N laughs absurdly, glancing for a second at her boyfriend who isn't amused at all. "Guys, don't say that."

"Seriously. I bet on one of those napkins is his phone number or some shit like that." Louis adds.

She rolls her eyes and rests her glass on the table to pick up the napkins with both hands. One, is blank.

And the other has a phone number written on it in black ink, signed "Call me. Eric :)"

Harry closes his eyes and exhales through his nose, running his ringed hand through his hair that has stopped being perfectly combed. He can't remember the last time he felt this jealous, but what bothers him the most is that that boy could date Y/N.

That boy could hold her hand in front of her whole family, shit, in front of the whole world if he wanted to! Because he wouldn't be judged as a creep, and she wouldn't be judged as a gold digger.

"You should call him." He blurts out before he knows it, squeezing the base of the cup, and she turns to look at him, her eyes full of questions.

"I won't." She replies, her gaze fixed on his greenish one, telling him more than those words.

The night goes on, and so do the boy's flirtations, Harry blows out the candle, and wishes he could smash the frozen cake into the waiter's nose, but he can't. He can't even hug Y/N for long when everyone congratulates him, because they'll get suspicious.

The day ends and they are the last to leave, getting in the car. This time it's Harry who's driving, but he just stares ahead, not even starting the car, just clutching the steering wheel in his hands.

The young woman finishes buckling her seatbelt when she sees him. "H, are you okay? You've been acting weird all night."

"How can I not be weird all night if that guy didn't stop looking for your attention for hours?" He asks, dry and sees her stiffen out of the corner of his eye.

"And that's my fault?"

He turns to look at her, jaw clenched. "You don't understand– he could give you what I can't."

Y/N laughs unfunnily, crossing her arms and leaning against the car door, now facing Harry fully. "And what would that be?"

"He can walk around with you in public without people giving you two dirty looks, Y/N. He can go to your parents' house without them thinking you're too young for him. He–

"Oh, so that's what this is about?" She interrupts him. "He isn't you, Harry, I don't care about all that stuff, I only care about you!"

He looks down, shaking his head. "This is all so complicated..."

"You would've thought about it before you told me you loved me, you would've saved us months." She replies, looking straight ahead again, but with her arms still crossed.

He realises he screwed up, and lifts his head to look at her profile. "Hey, I didn't mean it like that... it's just that...– baby, I wanna tell the world that I love you, I'm tired of this shit." He mumbles, his voice about to crack.

Y/N sighs, looking into his eyes. "Then why don't you?"

"What about everything they're gonna say about you in college, in the industry?" He asks, his brow furrowed in confusion. "And what about me, what are they gonna say in the companies?"

She takes him by the hands, approaching him over the gearshift. "Let them talk, it doesn't matter. You love me, don't you?"

"Without a doubt." He answers immediately, making her smile.

"Then that's all that matters."

They both kiss, with the streetlight illuminating their faces and the sounds of passing cars setting the scene. They bring their foreheads together, and Harry smiles happily, showing off his dimples.

"Move in with me." He whispers, but she picks up on it perfectly, and breaks away to stare at him dumbfounded.

"What?" Her hesitant voice answers him. "You sure?"

He nods, laughing at her nervousness. "Yeah, please, there's nothing I want more than to come home to yeh."

Y/N looks up at him with sparkling eyes, nodding effusively, and Harry grabs her waist to pull her up onto his lap. It's awkward, and she's bumping her head on the roof of the car, but they just focus on each other.

They both murmur an I love you to each other before sealing their new phase with another kiss, and Harry can hear his watch beeping to reveal that it's already 12 AM on February 2nd, indicating that his birthday's over.

And as he kisses the one he's sure is the love of his life, he realises that this has been the best of all his previous thirty one years.

And it's all because of her.

MC JANGKKU ♡ MUSIC BANK (220826)

Finally Found You

hey yall! happy ryujin day to everyone! i hope you were all able to celebrate the birthday of this absolutely adorable and bad-ass queen. i personally had milktea while i was writing this so happy ryujin day indeed HAHAHA i hope you all enjoy this! soulmate!au shin ryujin x reader disclaimer/s : some curses thrown around but nothing in terms of content! pure floof for our girl

"When you hear it, you'll know you've met the one." Your mother said to you as you stared at her starry-eyed and filled with so much excitement.

Since you were a kid, you dreamt of the day you met the love of your life, your perfect half, your soulmate. Just like your parents did when they were young. You lived with the idea of the unmistakable ringing in your head when you met the person you were destined to be with.

Every relationship you entered you'd hoped to hear that ringing that you so desperately sought after to no avail.

Sure, all your peers made fun of you. But you always wanted the storybook love story and if people wanted to laugh at you, to hell with them.

Of course though, as you grew older you had to put your search for your soulmate on the back-burner and had to think more realistically. Then you started to pursue your academics before you dropped out to become a trainee under JYP Entertainment. As you were one of the ace trainees, you had the opportunity to work with a lot of idols. You got along with most of them, in fact they considered you a good friend.

And then there was the headache that was Shin Ryujin.

Although Itzy's Center was charming and kind to almost everyone and honestly you couldn't really say that she was terrible company but she was a notorious flirt. And she knew just how to push your buttons.

From the moment you both met during one of Itzy's dance rehearsals, she was absolutely insufferable. Always following you around and asking you personal questions, all while making sure to flirt with you incessantly. While you wouldn't mind the attention, you knew she wasn't your soulmate.

There was no ringing after all.

"Hey gorgeous!" Ryujin's voice rang through the halls of the company building. You reluctantly turned around to see the confident grin on the dancer's face as she held out a bottle of water for you to take. You smiled the light irritation away. "Shouldn't you be at practice, Ryujin?"

She begun walking backwards, making sure that she would continuously see your face. "I wanted to make sure you had water. Wouldn't want you to be all fatigued while I'm not there to catch you if you fall." Ryujin explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Plus, I wanted to see you." She added with a cocky smirk. Heat started to fill your cheeks as you rolled your eyes. You were irritated with her but you also couldn't deny that the dancer was indeed attractive and the way she hyper-fixated on you also made you flustered.

But you weren't delusional either, Shin Ryujin wouldn't be your soulmate.

"You're cute when you blush." She whispered getting extremely close to your face, her eyes peering into yours with a playful glint in her eyes. Before you knew it, you were in front of your assigned practice room.

"Good bye, Shin Ryujin." You said without giving her a second glance.

"Hold on now, gorgeous." You froze volume of her voice as the other trainees began watching the both of you, glaring at you as they whispered among themselves. Quickly, you shot Ryujin a glare before she held her hands up in defeat. "I was just going to say don't forget your water." She chided before pushing the plastic bottle into your hands.

The dancer pressed her index finger under your chin teasingly, "Don't miss me too much, alright gorgeous?" Again, you rolled your eyes before shoving the idol away as she laughed and waved, walking away, probably to meet up with her other members.

You bit the dopey smile that threatened to break as you pressed the cold bottle to your lips, shaking your head. A giddy feeling festering in the pit of your stomach, making your skin tingle a little bit.

"Like Ryujin would take her seriously." One of your fellow trainees grumbled, loud enough to catch your attention. You looked at her as she gave you a pointed glare. You shrunk under her gaze and made yourself scarce the entire practice period.

Hours of grueling practice had passed and you were all placed into groups. As usual, you had to execute a set of choreography and you had nailed it at this point. Confidently, you stood in front of everyone with your group.

In the middle of the performance though, you had to change positions and got tripped over by one of the other trainees. You fell to the ground with a loud 'thud.'

You groaned softly and got up to meet eyes with the same trainee from earlier. She feigned innocence and offered you a hand. "I'm sooooo sorry, N/n-yah! I didn't mean to." You offered her a tight smile and got up on your own. You apologized to the trainer and your fellow trainees before you started from the beginning again.

Long story short, she tripped you over again twice. The last one being the last straw. "What is your problem with me?" You asked, fuelled with rage, other trainees having to keep you separated from her.

"My problem with you is you're an ambitious little urchin who can't even get basic choreography right! And you're supposed to be one of the best?" She paused, jutting her finger in your direction. "You are nothing. You hear?"

The trainer had to intervene and reprimanded both of you, ending the practice there and reminding you both to act your age. The trainee that had tripped you walked into you after saying, "Better fucking watch yourself, you little freak. I have more chances of debuting and being Ryujin's soulmate. So stay out of my way, you talentless hack."

With that you were left alone in the room. Ruminating on everything and on the brink of tears. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Reminding yourself that you were here for a reason. All to no avail, she'd made you feel like trash.

Especially the comments on your talents. And the Ryujin bits...they made you think about the dancer more and more.

"Trying to avoid me?"

'For fucks sake, why did she have to be here' You thought to yourself as you took a deep breathe. You looked up from your palms to see Ryujin smiling down at you, hair in a messy bun and a gym bag slung over her shoulder.

There was just something so comforting about her though, like you knew that she wouldn't judge you. It was unexplainable. You merely stared at her, tears beginning to fill your eyes, not that she could see that, it was dark in the room at this point.

Just as she opened her mouth to comment on how intensely you were staring at her, something in you broke. You wanted to feel some form of comfort but why did you feel the need for it to come from Ryujin of all people.

The smug grin on her face faded almost instantly as you threw your head back, tears freely running down your cheeks and your lip quivering uncontrollably. Ryujin fell down to her knees in front of you, her expression deadly serious as she placed a shaky yet delicate hand on your cheek.

You couldn't even bring yourself to pull away.

Her eyes bore into yours with all seriousness, "Who did this?"

Your heart leaped in your chest and your eyes went wide as you stared into Ryujin's eyes. But you merely shook your head and buried against your knees. While you were entrapped in darkness, you heard soft footsteps then the sound faded. A deep sigh fell from your lips, 'Of course she left, probably out to find some other girl to fill the time between practice...'

Just as you were about to fall into your thoughts again, a soft melody begun playing in the background, filling the atmosphere of the room with an inexplicable serenity. You raised your head, eyes now bloodshot, as Ryujin threw her gym bag onto one of the seats, before returning to your side.

You were both leaned up against the mirror of the rehearsal room. The dancer hat to be sitting a few inches away from you but it felt so much closer. For a moment, neither of you know why you're there in that moment together, but it all feels so right.

"Look..." Ryujin started nervously. "I know...that training is hard and a lot of your fellow trainees will drag you down and cuss you out." You weren't looking at her, your eyes were trained on the shiny wood-look tiles of the ground, but you could sense her staring at you.

To say it made you nervous was an understatement.

"But that only means that they see you as a threat. You're an amazing dancer and your vocals can make anyone swoon." Once again, she paused, but Ryujin took a brave step forward by taking your hand in hers.

"You're special, Y/n."

Then it happened.

A sharp ringing in your ears made you lean to the side, groaning softly as you clutched your head. Your eyes glued shut and you began panicking.

"Y/n, what's happening?" Ryujin's voice was the only thing that was clear but immediately you opened your eyes and looked at her. Heart pounding violently against your chest, your breathe was laboured, and a very obvious flush now coated your cheeks as you stared at the dancer.

Seeing the expression on your face, Ryujin smiled at you shyly before she scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. You gasped, offended, before slapping her arm gently.

"Y-You knew!" You exclaimed out with wide eyes. Ryujin laughed nervously, trying to stammer out an excuse as you stared at her appalled and in disbelief. You both faced away from one another, individually trying to calm yourselves down.

Another lull loomed over the both of you as you both sat beside one another. The silence felt like it was suffocating.

You looked over your shoulder tentatively only to make eye contact with Ryujin again. You quickly looked away, the blushes on both of your faces glowing a deeper shade.

Biting your lip, you looked back over to Ryujin who was now incredibly interested in the tips of her shoes. Finally, you looked down at her hand picking at the dance floor. With a sudden surge of confidence, you lay your hand flat on the ground and begun inching it towards Ryujin's.

The dancer began to pick up on what you were doing and started doing the same. The tips of your fingers touched and there was the spark that you'd longed for then her hand intertwined with yours.

The corners of your lips twitched upwards before you scooted closer to Ryujin. Saying nothing you'd placed your head on her shoulder. She'd stiffened for a moment before her head fell atop yours, nuzzling into your hair. The smile on your face brightened.

You'd finally found her.

yeah, im a whore for a soulmate au. always have been and i always will be HAHAHAHA i hope you all enjoyed and did not cringe at the enemies to lovers aspect of it all despite me rushing this today, i'm pretty satisfied with how it all came out but then again maybe i'm just emotionally starved right now and think everything is cute in terms of relationships HAHAAH but if it didn't make sense or felt super ooc, i truly do apologize but i do hope you all enjoyed and bless shin ryujin for making me feel a different type of way 😭 anyway, i hope you're all keeping safe and i will see you all vv soon!! love you, my lovelies 💓 - r