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âHelp, My OTPs Are in My Living Roomâ
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âHelp, My OTPs Are in My Living Roomâ
Chapter 12: The Full Polygon Unleashed
It started as a harmless thought, the kind of idea youâd toss out casually over coffee.
âLetâs go to the park,â you said. âFresh air. Sunshine. Bonding time. Relaxing.â
Simple. Harmless. Easy.
Except nothing in your life had been simple since they came along.
The moment you arrived, the universe seemed to hold its breath. Mincheol, Taeha, and Hyeondoâyour âmodern, functioning trioââwere already there, looking infuriatingly perfect. They blended into the scenery like theyâd been born for it: Mincheol with his quiet charm and steady smile, Taeha with his subtle, teasing warmth, and Hyeondoâcalm, composed, with that picnic blanket tucked neatly under his arm like heâd planned the entire day down to the last detail.
You couldâve stopped there. You shouldâve.
But then the others arrived.
Sanemi, Obanai, Tengen, and Toji.
Four men who carried chaos like it was oxygen.
They stepped off the curb and into the sunlight like a slow-moving natural disaster. You could practically feel the world tilt slightly off-balance as they approachedâthe breeze changing direction, birds taking off nervously, a mother pulling her child away from the path.
âDonât touch anyone,â you hissed under your breath as they passed a group of teenagers.
âToo late,â Mincheol murmured, already tugging you back when Sanemiâs glare locked onto an innocent jogger.
Taeha brushed his hand against yours every few stepsâcasual, almost accidental. Your pulse spiked each time, no matter how desperately you tried to act normal.
And Hyeondo? He walked beside you with quiet assurance, eyes scanning the park as if assessing every potential variable. His calm was infuriatingly attractive. The kind of composure that made you feel both safe and completely undone.
Then, predictably, it began.
Sanemi found a bench and claimed it like a territorial wolf, scowling at everything that dared move.
Obanai drifted toward the fountain, crouching beside it with analytical precisionâexamining the water as if testing for impurities, all while silently judging a toddler who splashed nearby.
Tengen, of course, was Tengenâstriding across the grass like the main attraction of an unannounced parade, sunlight catching the metallic glint of his accessories. Within minutes, strangers were drawn to him, offering smiles, laughter, and even a daisy crown someone crafted on the spot.
And Toji? Toji simply leaned against a tree, sleeves rolled up, exuding quiet danger like it was second nature. Every now and then, heâd chuckle under his breathâhalf amusement, half predatorâs patience.
You could only groan, pressing your hands to your face. âI am never leaving this park again.â
But no one heard you. Or maybe they didnât care.
Taeha handed you a bottle of water, leaning close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him. âYouâre sweating,â he murmured, voice low and maddeningly smooth. âHere.â
Your fingers brushed his. The world might as well have combusted.
Hyeondo knelt a few feet away, spreading out the picnic blanket with careful precision. He looked up just as your brain went static. âYou look tense,â he said softly. âRelax.â
Relax.
As if that was possible when he looked at you like that.
Meanwhile, chaos reached its peak.
Tengen had gathered a crowd, effortlessly commanding attention as laughter rippled around him.
Sanemi muttered curses under his breath about âhumans being too loud,â prompting Obanai to retort, âSpeak for yourself,â in his dry, muffled tone.
Toji stayed back, half-grinning, clearly entertained by the social implosion unfolding before him.
And you? You were losing your mind in the best way possible.
Your heart ping-ponged between Taehaâs teasing smirk, Hyeondoâs quiet dominance, Mincheolâs gentle steadiness, and the overwhelming awareness that the other four men behind you looked like theyâd walked straight out of every chaotic fantasy youâd ever had.
Taeha leaned closer again, his voice brushing against your ear. âYouâre staring at me.â
Your brain short-circuited. âIâI wasnâtâuhââ
Perfect. Eloquence: dead.
Hyeondo glanced over, the faintest curve tugging at his lips. âYou really like chaos, donât you?â
You groaned, defeated. âYou have no idea.â
And as you looked at themâTengen dazzling the world, Sanemi scowling at existence, Obanai silently judging, Toji watching with sharp amusement, Mincheol smiling softly, Taeha teasing with deliberate precision, and Hyeondo calmly orchestrating peace amidst the madnessâyou realized something that made your chest ache and your heart flutter all at once:
Your life had spiraled from heartbreak into absolute polygon chaos.
And somehow, impossibly, beautifullyâyou wouldnât have it any other way.
âHelp, My OTPs Are in My Living Roomâ
Chapter 11: Out in the Wild (Modern Edition)
Back at the apartment, the 1980s squadâSanemi, Obanai, Tengen, and Tojiâwere glaring at you like you personally ruined their lives.
â
ââDo I look like a human now?â Sanemi demanded, tugging at the modern jacket youâd forced him into.
â
ââYes,â you said calmly. âYou donât look like someone who time-traveled from 1860.â
â
âHe scowled. â1860? Who saidââ
â
âObanai pinched the bridge of his nose. âI donât know why I let you pick this⊠but fine. I look acceptable, though itâs beneath me.â
â
âTengen, of course, was busy posing in front of a mirror, fully basking in the flashy-but-modern outfit you picked. âSee? I look divine. Everyone else? Pathetic.â
â
âToji just shrugged, tying his jacket the âway itâs meant to be worn,â which somehow made him look⊠intimidatingly normal.
â
âYou rolled your eyes. âGood. Now that youâve stopped complaining, itâs time toââ
â
ââGo where?â Sanemi interrupted.
â
ââLive,â you said simply. âGet out there. Go to the park, the store, interact with humans. Experience life beyond this apartment.â
â
âObanai muttered, âYouâre insane.â
â
ââIâm your human,â you reminded him.
â
ââThe four of them stepped into the city like they owned itâor like they were about to cause a scene anyway. And honestly? Half the city didnât even notice the strange, beautiful men wandering in outfits slightly too stylish for normal life. The other half was just quietly taking notes on their Instagram feeds.
â
âSanemi grumbled the whole way to the coffee shop. âPeople stare too much. Whatâs wrong with them?â
â
âObanai was silently judging everyone and everything, eyebrows permanently furrowed.
â
âTengen? Well⊠he made friends with a busker in under five minutes, clapping the man on the shoulder, shouting compliments, and getting a small crowd to gather.
â
âToji wandered a bit behind, observing humans quietly and taking mental notes on how annoyingâor amusingâthey were.
â
âYou, of course, followed behind with your basket of shopping items, quietly worrying whether anyone would survive this outing unscathed.
You guys decided to go to a cafĂ© nearby. The cafĂ© was warm and alive with the smell of roasted beans and soft chatter, a kind of peace that didnât suit the chaos sitting around your table. You took a deep breath, smoothing your jacket as you tried to appear composed. âOkay,â you said, voice steady even though your pulse wasnât. âOrder something, blend in, donât do anything weird.â
Sanemi leaned back on his chair, arms crossed, his scowl sharp enough to cut through the hum of conversation. âDo you ever stop talking?â he muttered, the scar at the corner of his lip twitching as he glanced toward the nearest exit.
Obanai adjusted his mask, eyes flicking toward you with cool disinterest. âWhy am I here again?â His tone carried that familiar irritation, like the air itself offended him.
Before you could respond, Tengen threw an arm over the back of his chair with theatrical flair, his voice loud enough to draw a few curious stares. âBecause you live under my aesthetic jurisdiction, obviously,â he said with a grin that practically sparkled under the cafĂ© lights.
Toji, seated beside the window, gave a lazy smirk, the kind that hinted at both danger and amusement. âShe wanted us to live a little,â he said, voice low and smooth. âNot my problem how you deal with it.â
You pinched the bridge of your nose, already feeling the headache forming. âIâm already regretting this,â you muttered.
Then it happened.
A humanâan ordinary guy with a laptop and a half-empty cup of cappuccinoâwalked past and accidentally brushed against Sanemiâs shoulder. The man barely noticed, but Sanemi did. His reflexes were too fast, too sharp; his hand shot out and gripped the strangerâs shoulder. The poor man froze, eyes wide, while Sanemiâs expression shifted from instinctive hostility to sudden realization.
He released the guy immediately, muttering something that mightâve been an apology but sounded more like a growl. The man scurried off, clearly rethinking his life choices.
Obanai leaned toward you, voice a whisper behind his mask. âTold you,â he said dryly. âHumans are inefficient.â
Tengen threw his head back and laughedâbooming, unrestrained, the kind that turned every head in the cafĂ©. âI love it!â he declared, clearly unbothered by the baristaâs nervous glance in your direction.
Toji just shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. âTheyâll learn eventually,â he said, eyes still on his untouched drink. âOr not. Either works.â
You tried not to laugh, biting your lip as the group awkwardlyâsomehowâbegan to navigate human normalcy.
Sanemi eventually returned to the counter, ordered a black coffee, and glared at the cup like it had personally offended him. Obanai sat quietly, not glaring at too many people. Tengen had already made a new fanâa group of college girls whispering about his âsilver hair and godlike energy.â And Toji, well, Toji just leaned back, calm and unreadable, surviving the madness as if heâd done this a thousand times before.
The sunlight slanted through the windows, catching in the steam rising from their drinks. For the first time, you realizedâthey could actually do this.
Maybe chaos was inevitable with them around.
Maybe your life would never return to something resembling normal.
But as you looked at themâall alive, all hereâyou couldnât help the small smile tugging at your lips.
Maybe, just maybe, this wasnât so bad after all.
âHelp, My OTPs Are in My Living Roomâ
Chapter 10: Mission: Make Them Look Normal (ft. the Babysitters Trio)
But âyou had to be realistic about this.
âThere was no universeânoneâwhere you could let Sanemi, Obanai, Tengen, or Toji walk into a mall without causing either a panic or a viral TikTok.
â
âSo, you made a decision.
â
âYou stood in the middle of your living room, arms crossed, addressing your very confused audience.
â
ââOkay. New rule.â
â
âSanemi frowned. âI hate it already.â
â
ââYou fourâSanemi, Obanai, Tengen, and Tojiâare staying here.â
â
âFour pairs of eyes instantly glared.
â
ââExcuse me?â Tengen asked dramatically. âYouâre depriving the public of this much flamboyance?â
â
ââYouâre depriving me of peace,â you replied.
â
âToji smirked lazily. âWhy? You donât trust us?â
â
âYou stared at him flatly. âNo. Youâd steal, stab, or flirt with someone before we even hit the food court.â
â
âObanai muttered something about how âhumans were a nuisance anyway,â while Sanemi folded his arms and looked personally offended.
â
ââIâm not some babysitting case,â Sanemi grumbled.
â
âYou raised an eyebrow. âYou tried to threaten my toaster because it made a weird noise.â
â
âHe opened his mouthâthen closed it again.
â
ââExactly.â
â
âTengen pouted, lounging on the couch. âFine. But only if you bring me something stylish.â
â
âYou sighed. âYeah, yeah. Iâll see what I can do.â
â
âYou turned to the three reasonable men in the room.
â
ââMincheol, Taeha, Hyeondoâyouâre coming with me.â
â
âMincheol nodded instantly, always calm. âMakes sense.â
â
âTaeha smiled softly, a hint of excitement in his voice. âItâs been a while since Iâve gone out with you.â
â
âYou blinked, flustered. âWeâve⊠literally never gone out.â
â
âHe tilted his head. âWe have now.â
â
âYou felt your heart skipâagain.
â
âAnd then Hyeondoâs voice broke the moment, smooth and low. âIâll drive.â
â
âThe other two looked at him like, of course he will.
â
âHe tossed you his spare mask and smiled faintly. âYouâll need it if you donât want to be recognized with this circus.â
â
ââCircus?â you repeated, laughing. âYouâre the one driving three fictional men to a shopping mall.â
â
âHe smirked. âExactly.â
â
ââBack at the apartment:
â
âSanemi sat by the window, grumbling.
âToji was lying down, scrolling through your phone somehow.
âTengen was painting his nails.
âAnd Obanai was quietly crocheting something in the corner.
â
âNone of them would admit it, but the second you left, the room felt emptier.
â
âSanemi sighed, running a hand through his hair. âShe really left us behind, huh?â
â
âTengen hummed. âMaybe she doesnât trust us.â
â
âToji smirked. âMaybe she doesnât trust herself.â
â
âObanai looked up briefly. âYouâre insufferable.â
â
ââMeanwhile, in the mall:
â
âYou were trying to juggle three men who looked like they stepped out of a webtoonâeach in very different ways.
â
âTaeha kept subtly standing too close, offering to hold your bag.
âMincheol kept giving practical advice and smiling in that gentle way that made your chest warm.
âAnd Hyeondo? He was the calm center of all the chaos, holding a basket full of clothes, quietly judging everyoneâs fashion choices.
â
âTaeha picked up a plain black hoodie and held it out. âWould this look good on me?â
â
âYou blinked. âYouâd look good in a trash bag.â
â
âHe grinned. âSo yes?â
â
âMincheol rolled his eyes. âFlirt less, pick faster.â
â
âYou laughed, clutching your sides. âYou guys are so different and yet somehow worse together.â
â
âHyeondo looked over from the next aisle, raising a brow. âYouâre enjoying this way too much.â
â
âYou met his eyes, smiling softly. âMaybe I am.â
â
âAnd for a split secondâbetween the bickering, the laughter, and the faint hum of the mallâyou forgot that this wasnât supposed to last.
â
âHelp, My OTPs Are in My Living Roomâ
Chapter 9: Modern Problems Require Modern Drip
The next morning was⊠weirdly peaceful.
âAlmost too peaceful.
â
âYou woke up to the smell of breakfastâwhich, of course, meant Hyeondo was already in the kitchen. Again.
âYou didnât even question it this time.
â
âBut as you rubbed your eyes and looked around the living room, the sight that greeted you nearly made you scream.
â
âSanemi was scowling at the remote control like it had personally offended him.
âObanai was wrapped in a blanket, glaring at a cat video playing on your phone.
âTengen was standing in front of the mirror, trying to figure out how to use hair gel.
âToji had fallen asleep on your couch, shirtless.
âMincheol was scrolling through your phone, confused but invested.
âAnd Taeha was quietly reading a magazine upside down.
â
âYou sighed. âThis is officially a daycare.â
â
âWhen you finally got everyoneâs attention, you clapped your hands together. âOkay. As much as I love everyone hereâŠâ you paused, looking around at the absolute circus of beautiful men that had taken over your apartment, ââŠI think we need to find a way to bring yâall back.â
â
âSanemi frowned. âBack? Youâre kicking us out already?â
â
ââNot kicking out,â you clarified quickly, âmore like, returning you to your worlds before this turns into an episode of Black Mirror.â
â
âTengen grinned. âOr we could stay and start a reality show. I call dibs on the spotlight.â
â
âYou rolled your eyes. âNo, weâre not doing âKeeping Up with the Fictionals.ââ
â
âToji smirked from the couch. âYou sure? Ratings would be insane.â
â
ââShut up,â you muttered, though you were smiling.
â
ââAnyway,â you continued, âwhile we figure it out, you all need to blend in. You canât exactly walk around looking like you time-traveled from the 1800s.â
â
âYou turned pointedly toward Sanemi, Obanai, Tengen, and Toji. âYes, Iâm talking about you four.â
â
âSanemi scoffed. âWhatâs wrong with what Iâm wearing?â
â
ââEverything,â you deadpanned. âPeople will either call the cops or hand you a pamphlet for a historical reenactment.â
â
âObanai muttered, âMy uniform is practical.â
â
ââFor a demon hunt, maybeânot a grocery run,â you said, crossing your arms.
â
âTengen flipped his ponytail dramatically. âExcuse you, Iâm flamboyant enough to make anything work.â
â
ââYouâre wearing sparkles, Tengen,â you said. âIn the morning.â
â
âToji shrugged lazily. âI think I look fine.â
â
ââYouâre literally shirtless!â you shouted.
â
âHe gave you that half-smirk that made your brain short-circuit. âSo?â
â
âYou threw your hands up. âI give up.â
â
âMincheol chuckled quietly. âI could help them pick outfits.â
â
âTaeha smiled softly. âIâll come too. I want to see how they adapt.â
â
âHyeondo finally emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. âWeâre taking them shopping?â
â
âYou looked at him helplessly. âDo you have a better idea?â
â
âHe sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. âNo. But Iâm not explaining modern fashion to a man who thinks belts are optional.â
â
âSanemi crossed his arms. âHey, I wear belts.â
â
ââTo hold your sword,â you said flatly. âNot your jeans.â
â
âEveryone went silent for a beat before Tengen burst out laughing.
â
âIt was official: You were taking seven fictional men on a shopping trip.
â
âGod help you...
âHelp, My OTPs Are in My Living Roomâ
Chapter 8: The Chefâs Arrival
You honestly thought nothing could surprise you anymore.
Youâd already been through six rounds of âSurprise! Your fictional crushes are real!â and your heart was running on fumes.
That was before he appeared.
The air in the room shiftedâsubtle but distinct, like the smell of roasted garlic drifting in from nowhere. Everyone else noticed it too.
Toji straightened. âYou smell that?â
Tengen grinned. âFinally. Someone who knows how to make an entrance.â
And then you heard itâthe sound of a pan sizzling.
You turned toward your kitchen. There he was.
Hyeondo Oh.
He stood at your stove in a black button-down, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a calm focus in his eyes as he stirred something that smelled way too good for your cheap cookware. The light hit the curve of his jaw just right, and you swear the world went silent for a second.
He looked up at you, expression soft but unreadable. âYou didnât eat yet, did you?â
You blinked. âHuh?â
He smiled faintlyâthat smile, the one that could make rational thought evaporate. âYou skipped dinner. I could tell from how pale you looked.â
âHOWâhow would you evenââ you started, but stopped when he turned back to the pan, unbothered, graceful in the most unfairly attractive way possible.
Mincheol leaned toward you, whispering, âIs this guy your therapist or your husband?â
You whispered back, âNeither. Yet.â
Sanemi groaned. âNot this again.â
Obanai crossed his arms. âSheâs worse than before.â
But you barely heard them. Youâd already walked closer, drawn by the smell, by the way his hands moved with easeâmeasured, confident, gentle.
You tried to speak casually. âSo uh⊠you cook often?â
He glanced at you, amused. âI'm literally a chef... and only when Iâm worried someoneâs not eating right.â
You blinked. âWorried? About me?â
He shrugged slightly, plating the dishâpasta, of course, because of course it wasâand setting it gently in front of you. âIâve always worried about you.â
The room went silent.
Even Tengen didnât have a comeback.
You froze, eyes wide, staring between him and the steaming plate. âWaitâyou what?â
He smiled softly, wiping his hands with a towel. âWhen you read about me, you always said I seemed lonely. I just thought it was fair I returned the concern.â
Your heart melted right there.
Forget nosebleedâyou were two seconds away from short-circuiting entirely.
Toji muttered, âHeâs smooth. Iâll give him that.â
Taeha, visibly annoyed, leaned back. âHeâs not even trying, and sheâs already gone.â
Hyeondo didnât respond. He just slid a fork toward you. âEat.â
You sat down automatically, taking a biteâand holy hell. It tasted like comfort, like warmth, like every night you wished someone cared enough to make something just for you.
You looked up at him, smiling weakly. âThis is⊠perfect.â
He smiled back, soft and knowing. âGood. I donât like seeing you starveâemotionally or otherwise.â
Sanemi whispered to Obanai, âWeâre so done for.â
Obanai sighed. âYeah. The chef wins.â
âHelp, My OTPs Are in My Living Roomâ
Chapter 7: The Quiet Flame
By the time Tengen finished his third round of âself-introductionsâ (complete with dramatic flourishes and an accidental chair flip), you were starting to question every life choice that had led you here.
Your living room was fullâSanemi grumbling on the couch, Obanai judging everyone silently, Toji half-amused, Mincheol trying to play mediator, and Tengen being, well, Tengen.
You were halfway through a sigh when the air changed again.
Not loud. Not stormy. Just⊠warm.
Like sunlight filtering through curtains.
Then came a deep but comforting voice behind you.
âAre they always this noisy?â
You turnedâand froze.
Taeha Beom stood in your doorway, one hand in his pocket, the faintest smile on his lips. His eyes were calm, unreadable, but they pinned you in place all the same. His dark hair framed his face perfectly, and when he tilted his head slightly, it was like time slowed down.
You swear you felt your brain short-circuit.
Your chest tightened.
Your nose actually tingled.
You almost laughed at yourself, but no sound came out.
Tengen blinked. âOh great, another one. This apartmentâs turning into a convention.â
Sanemi groaned. âSheâs collecting them like PokĂ©mon.â
Obanai muttered, âAt this rate weâll need a waiting list.â
But Taeha didnât seem to notice them. His gaze stayed fixed on you.
He stepped closerâslow, unhurriedâand smiled just enough to make your pulse jump. âYou look⊠exactly like I imagined.â
You blinked. âYouâwhat?â
He chuckled softly, tilting his head. âYou donât remember? You used to think about me a lot.â His tone was light, teasing, but his eyes burned with quiet intensity that made you want to look awayâand couldnât.
Your voice wavered. âT-that was before you were⊠real.â
âHmm,â he hummed, leaning just a little closer, his voice dropping lower. âMaybe. But I think you still do.â
Your heart absolutely betrayed you. It leapt, thudded, skippedâwhatever hearts do when they realize theyâre in mortal danger. You were seconds away from nosebleeding on the spot.
Tengen raised a brow. âIs he flirting already?â
Toji smirked. âSubtle. I like it.â
Sanemi scowled. âOh, come on!â
Mincheol sighed, half-smiling. âThis is getting out of hand.â
Taeha finally tore his gaze away from you long enough to glance around the room, still wearing that unbothered, good-boy smile. âYou all look⊠comfortable here. I hope you donât mind if I stay close to her.â
Sanemi glared. âYou what?â
Taeha simply smiled again, turning back to you. âYou donât mind, do you?â
You shook your head too quickly. âN-no! I meanâyes! I meanâyou can stay!â
The room erupted in groans, muttering, and sarcastic comments, but you barely heard any of it. Taehaâs smile deepened just slightlyâlike he already knew exactly how much chaos heâd caused, and loved it.
And you?
You knew in that moment that heâd just become your biggest problem.
Because Taeha Beom wasnât just hot.
He was dangerously charming, endlessly patient, and alreadyâunapologeticallyâobsessed with you.
Note: I seriously find him so hot, he should be illegal đ© I LOVE BEOM TAEHAAAAA
âHelp, My OTPs Are in My Living Roomâ
Chapter 6: The Flashy Entrance
For a few blissful minutes, the world was calm again.
Mincheol had somehow managed to settle the stormâtalking softly, smiling that grounding smile, even convincing Sanemi to stop glaring holes into the wall. You were breathing normally again, maybe even starting to think you could handle this.
Thenâ
a sound.
Loud. Confident. Dramatic.
It wasnât thunder this time. It was breathing.
Rhythmic, deep, almost theatrical.
Sanemi and Obanai froze.
At the exact same time, both sighed like they already knew what was coming.
âOh, hell no,â Sanemi muttered, dragging a hand down his face.
Obanai pinched the bridge of his nose. âPlease tell me thatâs not who I think it is.â
But before you could ask what was happening, a voice boomed from the doorway:
âWELL, WELL, WELLâlooks like the rumors were true! A beautiful woman summons heroes from across worlds, and not a single one of you thought to invite me? How unflashy!â
Tengen Uzui burst into your apartment like a fireworks display in human formâsparkling eyes, confident grin, and enough presence to make every other man in the room seem suddenly muted.
You blinked. âOh my god.â
He grinned wider. âClose, sweetheart, but I go by Tengen.â
Sanemi groaned. âUnbelievable. This guy? Seriously?!â
Toji smirked. âIâm not even surprised anymore.â
Obanai crossed his arms. âThe universe must hate us.â
Meanwhile, Mincheol just smiled politely, though you could see his eye twitch faintlyâprobably realizing his quiet atmosphere was about to be destroyed forever.
Tengen looked around, taking in the room full of scowling faces and one very overwhelmed you. âQuite the collection youâve got here. You didnât summon me just to look, did you? Because, trust me, Iâm far too flashy to ignore.â
You raised your hands defensively. âI didnât mean to summon any of you! I'm so tired of explaining shit but It was literally a wish! I didnât think the universe would actuallyââ
âGrant it?â Tengen interrupted, leaning in slightly with that signature grin. âWell, lucky for us, it did. And luckier for you, it included me.â
Sanemi groaned again, muttering, âI take everything back. Girl, what is your type? Pick a damn lane.â
Obanai, deadpan, nodded. âAgreed.â
Toji snorted. âShe clearly doesnât have one.â
Mincheol just hid his laugh behind his hand, while you stood there, red-faced, caught somewhere between embarrassment and laughter.
âApparently,â you said weakly, âthe universe decided I needed variety.â
Tengen winked. âA woman of taste, I see.â
Sanemi threw his head back dramatically. âUZUI YOU LITERALLY HAVE WIVESâ I canât do this anymore.â
Obanai hissed, âYou say that like you ever had a choice.â
And just like that, your once quiet apartment erupted againâvoices overlapping, personalities clashing, Tengen basking in the spotlight like it was his stage, and you in the middle, laughing helplessly at the insanity your one brokenhearted wish had unleashed.
You were sure nowâthere was no turning back.
And somehow, part of you didnât even want to.
Note: sanemi is probably planning suicide atp đ I'm sorry king
âHelp, My OTPs Are in My Living Roomâ
ChapterâŻ5: The Familiar Warmth
The argument between Sanemi, Obanai, and Toji was going nowhere. Your head throbbed. Between the yelling, sarcasm, and tension so thick you could taste it, you were seconds away from locking yourself in the bathroom and pretending none of this was happening.
And thenâ
the air shifted again.
No thunder, no flash of light this time. Just a quiet pulse.
You felt it before you saw itâa warmth spreading through the room, soft and familiar, like a memory of sunlight through your window on a slow morning.
When you opened your eyes, he was there.
MincheolâŻKim.
You froze. He wasnât imposing like Toji, nor loud like Sanemi, nor sharp like Obanai. He was⊠easy. Real. His smile was small but sincere, the kind that made your shoulders drop from where theyâd been tensed for hours.
Your heart actually melted. You didnât even fight it.
â...Mincheol,â you whispered, barely believing it.
He tilted his head, a small grin curling his lips. âSo you do know me. That makes this a little less awkward.â
Sanemi blinked, thrown off by the new arrivalâs calmness. âGreat. Another one. What is this, a collection now?â
Toji chuckled lowly. âSeems sheâs got a typeâand itâs not you, tough guy.â
Sanemi shot him a glare, and Obanai muttered something under his breath about âone more rival.â
But none of that reached you. Your focus was only on Mincheol.
Because if Sanemi was chaos, Obanai was edge, and Toji was dangerâthen Mincheol was peace. His voice carried that quiet teasing tone youâd read a hundred times before. His eyes had that same look of Iâve known you for years even though heâd just arrived.
âI was starting to think youâd forgotten about me,â he said softly, his smile fading into something almost fond. âGuess I couldnât let that happen.â
Your throat tightened. âI could never forget you,â you admitted, voice trembling.
The room went still. For a brief second, the storm of conflicting personalities faded into the background. It was just you and himâand the realization that your comfort character, the one you always turned to when the world felt too heavy, was standing right in front of you.
Then Sanemi coughed loudly, clearly irritated. âUnbelievable. Sheâs already looking at him like that?â
Obanai rolled his eyes. âJealousy doesnât suit you, Sanemi.â
Toji smirked from where he leaned against the wall. âThis is gonna get interesting fast.â
You covered your face with both hands, heart pounding, cheeks hot. This canât be real. This canât be happening.
But it was.
And as Mincheolâs soft laughter filled the room, you realized something terrifyingly clear:
your comfort character wasnât just comforting anymoreâhe was real, and he was looking at you like you were the only thing in the room that mattered.
âHelp, My OTPs Are in My Living Roomâ
Chapter 4: The Quiet Storm
You were just starting to calm down from the chaos of Sanemi and Obanai standing in your living room when a sudden shift in the air made the hairs on your neck stand up. The lights flickered. The rain outside intensified. And then⊠a shadow appeared at your doorway.
âWho⊠is that?â you whispered, barely audible.
Before anyone could answer, a tall figure stepped into the apartment, his presence immediately commanding. Black hair falling over his sharp eyes, a calm but dangerous aura surrounding him, he scanned the room with a subtle smirk.
Toji Fushiguro had arrived.
Sanemiâs arms crossed tighter, nostrils flaring. âOh, great. Another one. THIS is your fault,â he snapped at you. âYouâre making this worseâdonât you get it?!â
You opened your mouth, panic rising. âWHAT?â
âI SWEAR IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE. I NEVER EXPECTED IT TO BECOME REAL. IF I KNEW IT WOULD I WOULDNâT BRING YOU!â
Obanaiâs lips twitched into a laugh. âOh, the fire-headed one is finally admitting defeat? Delightful.â
Toji, leaning casually against the wall, let out a low, amused chuckle. âHeâs blaming you? Thatâs⊠adorable.â
Sanemiâs scowl deepened. âDonâtâdonât mock me!â
You buried your face in your hands, wishing for a second that your wish had never workedâbut part of you couldnât help but grin at the absurdity. Three fictional crushes, all standing in your apartment, arguing like this.
Toji stepped closer, his eyes finally landing on you. âSo⊠youâre the one responsible for all this chaos, huh?â His tone was teasing, but there was a sharp edge underneath it that made your stomach flutter.
âYes,â you muttered. âI⊠I didnât think it would actually⊠happen.â
âClearly,â Sanemi muttered, muttering something else under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse directed at you.
Obanai crossed his arms, smirking at the fiery man. âI think sheâs adorable when she panics,â he said quietly, though loud enough for Sanemi to glare.
Tojiâs smirk widened. âWell, at least this should be interesting. Looks like Iâve arrived just in time for⊠a front-row seat to the chaos.â
Your heart raced. Interesting? Front-row seat? You werenât sure if you were more terrified or thrilled...
The apartment felt impossibly small with three larger-than-life personalities already clashing, and now you had Toji quietly adding his dangerous energy to the mix. The storm outside suddenly felt tame compared to what was happening inside.
And deep down, you knewâsomewhere between the panic, the laughter, and the absolute absurdityâyour life had officially and irrevocably changed.
âHelp, My OTPs Are in My Living Roomâ
Chapter 3: Another One?
You hadnât even finished processing the fact that Sanemi Shinazugawa was standing in your living room, acting like he belonged there, when you heard another voice.
âExcuse me⊠do you mind explaining why I just felt⊠pulled here?â
Your head whipped around.
And there he was. Obanai Iguro. Black hair, heterochromatic piercing eyes that seemed to analyze every corner of your apartment, and that unmistakable air of judgment he somehow carried even in fictional illustrations.
Sanemiâs eyes narrowed instantly, and you felt the tension in the room thicken.
âWhat the hell do you want?â Sanemi growled. âI was here first!â
Obanaiâs lips quirked in a faint, unimpressed smirk. âOh? Is that supposed to matter? You donât exactly seem⊠permanent.â
Your hands flew to your face. âWait, wait, waitâstop! Both of youâstop! IâI didnâtâthis isnâtââ
Sanemi threw up his hands in frustration. âShe wished for us! So sheâs clearly responsible for all this chaos!â
âResponsible or not, she summoned me too,â Obanai said, stepping closer, gaze locking onto yours in that way that made your chest tighten. âAnd Iâll be honest⊠I donât like sharing attention.â
Sanemiâs scowl deepened. âHah. Too late. Youâll just have to deal with it.â
You groaned, sinking onto the couch. âI donât even know how to explain this properly! I wasââ You paused, realizing how absurd it all sounded. âI was heartbroken! I wished⊠I wished you guys were real instead of⊠you know⊠the kind of people who break hearts in real life!â
Obanaiâs expression softened just a tiny fraction, though his voice was still sharp. âHmm. I see. That explains a lot⊠though it doesnât make it any less your problem now.â
Sanemi muttered something under his breathâprobably a curse, probably your faultâbefore crossing his arms again. âYeah. Welcome to the chaos. Buckle up, because you clearly summoned a storm.â
You stared at them, your brain a complete blank. A storm. A literal storm of fictional crushes that now exist in my living room. This is insane. Iâm insane.
And yet⊠there was something exhilarating about seeing them, seeing them real, standing here, looking at you like you mattered. It made your heart beat faster in a way no heartbreak ever had.
You couldnât help but wonderâŠ
If this is just two of them⊠how many more are going to show up?
The thought was terrifying. And exciting. And completely, utterly impossible to ignore.
Because your wish⊠your chaotic, slightly desperate wish⊠was only just beginning to unfold.
âHelp, My OTPs Are in My Living Roomâ
Chapter 2: The First Arrival
You woke up the next morning to the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly. Bleary-eyed, you reached for it, expecting more messages of disappointment. Instead⊠nothing. Just silence. Strange, but not unusual; mornings always made your world feel heavier than it was.
Rolling out of bed, you stretched and glanced around your apartment. Nothing looked different. The coffee maker, the stack of unread books, the faint smell of rain from last nightâit all seemed normal.
Then, you heard it.
A voice.
âOi, what the hell is this place?â
Your heart practically stopped. You froze mid-step, ears straining. The voice was⊠not real. Not someone youâd ever heard in your life. But it was so familiar.
Slowly, you turned. And there he was.
Sanemi Shinazugawa.
He stood in the middle of your living room, arms crossed, a scowl etched on his face, hair even wilder than in the illustrations youâd stared at for hours. He looked⊠tangible. Real. The kind of real that made your brain short-circuit.
âI⊠I must be dreaming,â you whispered.
âNo,â he said, tilting his head. âYouâre not dreaming. And youâd better explain why Iâm standing in your apartment before I start smashing things.â
Your jaw dropped. âIâI didnât⊠I mean⊠youâyouâreââ
âYou wished,â he interrupted, voice sharp, gaze piercing. âI donât know what kind of magic nonsense got you into this, but here I am. Donât think you can just⊠ignore it.â
You stumbled back toward the couch, trying to comprehend what was happening. âWait, wait. Youâre⊠real? Youâre not some⊠some dream? Some⊠hallucination?â
âReal enough to be standing here,â Sanemi said, smirking now, though it barely softened the intensity in his eyes. âNow, answer meâwhy?â
You opened your mouth. Words failed you. Your mind raced. Why did I wish for this? Why did I think this could solve anything?
âIâI was⊠I was tired of people breaking my heart,â you admitted finally, your voice small. âI just⊠I thought⊠maybe⊠if someone like you were real, it would be different.â
Sanemiâs scowl softened slightly. Just slightly. âHmph. Humans are complicated,â he muttered. Then, with a tilt of his head and a rare glimmer of something almost like concern, he added, âFine. You wanted me here. Guess that makes you stuck with me now.â
And just like that, your lifeâmundane, heartbreak-laden, painfully ordinaryâshifted into something entirely unpredictable.
The thought made your stomach flip in both excitement and terror. One crush was here. One. If your wish⊠worked, then what about the others?
You didnât know whether to laugh, cry, or run screaming from your own apartment.
Sanemi, however, seemed perfectly content to lean against your wall and glare at the ceiling, clearly plotting how to make himself at homeâor maybe how to torment you.
Either way, the chaos had officially begun.
And you had a feeling⊠this was only the beginning.
á°.á A lil note: btw, if someone needed this then here:
White (B) - Hyeondo
âRed - Taeha
âOrange - Mincheol
âGreen - Sanemi
âBlue - Toji
âPurple - Obanai
âPink - Tengen
âHelp, My OTPs Are in My Living Roomâ
Chapter 1: Heartbreak and Daydreams
The cafĂ© smelled like burnt coffee, old pastries, and something faintly like rain. You stirred your latte absentmindedly, watching the foam curl into shapes that didnât mean anything. Outside, the city moved like it always didâpeople rushing, cars honking, umbrellas bobbingâbut inside, your world felt frozen, suspended in the quiet ache of disappointment.
Another message pinged on your phone. You knew before opening it what it would say.
âI just donât feel the same way anymore. Iâm sorry.â
You pressed your lips together, trying not to let the sting hit too hard, but it always did. Why did people have to be so cruel, so thoughtless? One minute they were all smiles and promises, the next they disappeared like smoke, leaving nothing but heartbreak behind.
You set the phone down and let your gaze wander to the window. Rain had started to drizzle, streaking the glass in tiny rivers. You hugged your sweater tighter around your shoulders. Maybe you just werenât meant for ordinary love.
Then your thoughts drifted, as they always did, to the others. The ones who had never let you down. The ones who lived in pages, screens, and fantasies, but somehow felt closer than anyone in your real life ever had.
Sanemi Shinazugawaâhot-headed, brash, impossible to ignore, yet beneath all that fire, a rare tenderness you could feel even through a screen. Obanai Iguroâdark, sharp-tongued, impossibly protective, with eyes that seemed to see straight into your soul. Tengen Uzuiâthe loud, dramatic, dazzling kind of person who could make the world feel like a festival just by existing.
And then there were Hyeondo, Taeha, Toji, Mincheol⊠each different, each unforgettable, each a perfect escape from the monotony of disappointment.
A laugh escaped your lips, soft and bitter. âI wish⊠I wish you guys were real,â you murmured under your breath. âI wish you could step out of the pages⊠just for me.â
The café was quiet except for the low hum of the espresso machine. No one heard you. But somewhere, in a crack between reality and daydream, your words hung like sparks in the air.
Lightning split the sky, the sudden brightness making you flinch. The rain turned heavier, drumming against the windows. You shivered, hugging your arms around yourself. It wasnât just the cold. There was a strange electricity in the air, a feeling that somethingâsomeoneâwas listening, waiting.
You shook your head, forcing a smile that didnât reach your eyes. âYeah, right. As if that could ever happen.â
But deep down, a tiny spark of hope ignited. Maybe it didnât matter if it was impossible. Maybe, just maybe, the universe could be a little kinder than people.
Because somewhere beyond the storm, something in the world was shifting, answering a wish you hadnât dared to believe in. Something about to make your ordinary, heartbreak-laden life anything but ordinary.
And for the first time in weeks, your heart skipped a beatânot from pain, but from the thrilling, terrifying possibility of magic.
âHelp, My OTPs Are in My Living Roomâ
I didnât mean it. One heartbreak too many, one glass of wine too many, and one muttered wish⊠and suddenly my seven fictional crushes were in my living room.
Sanemi, Obanai, Tengen⊠Hyeondo, Taeha, Dante, and Mincheolâeach more impossible, dramatic, and ridiculously attractive than the last. They argue. They compete. They try to win my attention. And somehow, amidst the chaos, I might just be falling for all of them.
Help. My OTPs are in my living room.
Note: This is basically a crossover. I can't choose who to make a fic about so why not just let them all in ;))