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⚠️ ROAD WORK AHEAD ⚠️
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________________ SPEEDING FINES DOUBLED WHEN WORKERS PRESENT —————————
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⚠️ ROAD WORK 500FT ⚠️
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🚚 🚚 🔩 웃 🧰 🕳️ 🪚웃 웃📋 웃 웃 🛠️ 🔨웃 🏗️ 🕳️ 웃 웃 🔧 🚚 🔩 🔩 🔩
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⚠️ END ROAD WORK ⚠️
advisor to the heir!geto. crown prince gojo satoru's right hand. his most trusted, faithful companion. his dearest friend. advisor!geto who's hopelessly in love with the woman the prince is told to marry, and has been since he first saw you, and who hears the news from gojo's own lips and feels the earth beneath his feet tilt. you, the woman who gojo pays no mind. the wife he resents. the one suguru would do anything to have. but he wasn't born to wear the crown, wasn't born to lead the people, wasn't born to have your hand. his place is at the side, where he can only watch you wither under a lack of affection from your husband and grow to slowly resent everything he once accepted as right.
I'm surprised that no one's brought up the very real possibility that, during the time skip, Ethari might have begun to move on and is now in a serious relationship with someone else.
If so, then obviously it won't last long once Runaan and Ethari reunite (Ruthari forever, am I right). But! Can you imagine the sheer angst of the whole situation? Runaan's heartbreak at seeing his husband, his guiding moon, with someone else, when it was the thought of getting back to Ethari that helped him regain his sense of self.
Ethari's simultaneous joy that Runaan is alive coupled with his guilt of both moving on with someone else and having to break his new partner's heart because he can't deny that despite his feelings for him, maybe even loving him, his heart ultimately belongs to Runaan, always and forever.
His partner's heartbreak because he really does love Ethari, he wants a life with him, but he knows there's nothing he can do to keep him by his side and he has no choice but to let him go.
“seokmin is here.”
two years ago, that sentence would have sent butterflies careening through your stomach. a smile threatening to break out, a quick glimpse stolen from the corner of your eye, a small golden ball of hope — perfectly warm and spherical — settling in your chest.
now, it only brings dread, a tangle of it trapped under your ribcage.
two years ago, seokmin was the boy you’d fallen head over heels for. one year ago, he was the boyfriend you were still head over heels for. one month ago, he became the ex-boyfriend, and you weren’t really sure if you were head over heels or not anymore.
right person, wrong time? or maybe that was a feeble excuse you conjured to settle the dregs of regret. either way: graduation was creeping up — your post-university paths couldn’t be more different — he was moving, you were staying — nothing was aligned.
so now: one month after the breakup. your favourite café, a concerned best friend in front of you, and your ex-boyfriend in the queue for a coffee. (iced vanilla latte, whipped cream, pain au chocolat.)
“you can go,” you say, after a long moment, to your friend. chan had been about to leave anyway, an appointment he couldn’t miss — you’d intended to stay and get some studying done. and when chan is gone, after much persuasion, you take one more look at the back of seokmin’s head and decide that actually, you can’t.
everything is shoved haphazardly into your bag, wires tangled and keys jangling, but your only aim is to get out of there. before you do something stupid.
you have, however, forgotten to factor in one major problem: it’s raining.
you don’t have an umbrella — you don’t even have a jacket, because it was hot as hell when you set out earlier in the day, and suddenly now, at the most inconvenient possible time, the heavens have decided to open and pour out their misery. so you stand outside the door for a minute, eyeing the rain, shivering a little, wondering if it would be stupid to just make a dash for it, or if maybe you can call chan back, or maybe —
“i have an umbrella.”
you don’t need to turn to recognise that voice, but you do anyway, and your eyes fall on lee seokmin. half-uncertain, half-sheepish, he meets your eyes with a small smile and a black umbrella he holds out over your head.
“thanks,” you manage finally, voice so quiet he has to strain to hear it over the pattering of raindrops. but his eyes have moved past you, over your shoulder, up.
“look,” he says softly. “a rainbow.”
you turn, and it’s there; one of the clearest you’ve seen. something catches in your throat — you swallow it down — and instead, you stand there. silence, side by side with the boy who will have a piece of your heart forever.
(are those raindrops on your cheeks, or tears?)
your hand brushes against his, one last time, and the rain stops. you step out from under his umbrella. one last look at him. this is how he stays in your memories: soft eyes and bright smile, stood under a smudged pink sky.
an / every time i proofread something i wrote i want to curl up into a ball and never write again. so it’s not proofread. also if someone could take the italics button away from me, that would be appreciated.
requested by @hannyoontify for my 1k event! hope u like it kie❣️sending all the hugs in the world. song prompt: rain by sekai no owari
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soooooooo ignore how scrunchy it is I needed to get this out of my system or I was going to explode 👍
