This is one of the funniest things I’ve seen in a video game in a long time. The devs clearly had a great sense of humour. I highly recommend Assassin’s Creed Odyssey to everyone!
“Here’s your next client, Y/n. Make sure to do a job well done.”
Noel, your micromanager boss, hands a slip of paper to you, a few sentences written in a neat script stating who you were to assist next. Your eyes roam the sheet for the name as you’re curious who’s left after the long day you’ve had. A stray piece of hair falls in your face, tickling the bare skin. With a huff, you’re able to blow the hair away just in time to read the name on the page.
Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin.
Shit.
Is today your lucky day? Hyunjin was the CEO of Lovette Fashion and he was here to promote his next line. You love his style and aesthetic as he keeps it clean and simple with a pop of color which aligns with your personality so well. You’d love to own a few outfits of his, but alas the price of the garments is an obstacle, your meager salary not even close to being enough to eye a shirt.
Taking a deep breath, you Steele yourself for the task ahead. Hyunjin’s dressing room is a few doors down and so you walk the short distance just to stop in front of his door. Raising your hand, you pause for a moment, contemplating if you’re really going to go through with this.
Will you be able to be in close proximity with this man? After all, he has the looks of a god that makes you swoon. Your heart is pounding forcibly in your chest already and you haven’t even entered the room. Dammit, you’re screwed.
You can do this, you can do this, you think before knocking on the door, your knuckles giving the wood a few soft taps. A muffled ‘come in’ is heard and you make your entrance prepared to excel at your task.
Hyunjin is perched in the vanity chair, his right leg crossed over the left. His slender hand holds his phone daintily but the item is quickly locked and discarded at your entrance. He looks at you expectedly, his gaze piercing through your soul or so it would seem.
“Hi Mr. Hwang, I’m Y/n and I’ll be preparing your look for the shoot this afternoon.”
“No need for formalities, you can call me Hyunjin.”
“Hyunjin?” His name slips off your tongue beautifully. You begin to feel faint and you’re not sure if it’s because of the man in front of you or the fact that you’ve barely eaten today.
“Yes?” Hyunjin cocks his head, curious as to what you have to say.
Shaking your head, you scamper over to him and sit your bag down. Quickly you unload the products you’ll need to complete his look. Your hands are sweaty and you notice a slight tremor. God, you hope he doesn’t notice, the embarrassment you’d feel almost too much for you to handle.
Finally set, you turn to face Hyunjin to take in his look. “Since you’re going with neutral colors, I figured we’d enhance the look with golds and soft browns.”
“Sounds perfect. I’m in good hands,” Hyunjin replies with a smile. He scoots back in his chair and gets comfortable, waiting for you to start.
You pick up a brush and begin your work, making sure to be quick but thorough, mindful that the finished product will need to look flawless. Time passes and somehow you are able to eventually finish. Setting your tools down, you let out a sigh of relief as you take Hyunjin’s face, in awe of how the neutral look appeals to his charm.
“Well? How do I look?”
Crossing your arms, you smile softly and say, “Beautiful.”
“Beautiful eh?” Don’t fall for me now, you might not be able to handle the consequences.”
Hyunjin smirks and shifts closer to you, his breath fanning across your face with the last few words. Your cheeks flush and you giggle nervously, unsure of what to say to his flirty banter. Instead you watch as he stands up and stretches briefly before turning to walk towards the door.
Finished, you deem it okay to start tidying up. Your brushes and palettes are scattered across the vanity and gathering them is slightly a pain, since you have a specific order you like to keep them in. You’re grumbling to yourself about the fact when you hear a click followed by another.
“What the fuck?”
You swivel around to find Hyunjin still at the door, his hand wrapped around the doorknob and twisting it desperately.
“The damn door won’t budge.”
“What? What do you mean the door won’t budge?”
Hyunjin turns to stare at you incredulously. “Exactly what I said, the door won’t open. We’re stuck in here.”
At his words, your mouth drops open in shock. No, you can’t be locked in, you have so many more clients to get to this afternoon. You definitely do not have time to be locked in a dressing room.
“What are we going to do?” You whisper, not sure you’re going to like any response from the man.
“Well, let me see if I can call Malcolm. He can get us out of here.”
Hyunjin takes out his phone to locate the manager before pressing the phone to his ear. He stares straight ahead, a look of annoyance on his face while he waits for an answer. A second passes and then two and then three before he scoffs under his breath and shoves his phone back in his pocket.
“No answer, the bastard,” he says with a scowl. Hyunjin begins pacing, unsure of what to do next. He was needed in, thirty minutes and if he’s not out there by then, everything will be wrong and that is something he doesn’t want to consider.
Your eyes follow Hyunjin, twenty steps to the left followed by twenty steps to the right. Over and over until you start to feel dizzy.
“So um,” you fiddle with your hands as you consider what to say next. After a few minutes and a glare from Hyunjin, you swallow thickly before asking, “How are we going to pass the time? You know, until Malcolm calls back?”
Hyunjin pauses halfway in the middle of the room and slowly turns towards you. You’re sure terror is plastered on your face as he smirks at you, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.
“Oh there are ways we can pass the time cupcake.” Hyunjin takes a step towards you, his gaze locked on yours. “Wanna know how?”
“H..how?” You mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. Hyunjin easily closed the gap between the two of you. He’s so close you can feel the heat radiating off his body, can smell the perfume that graces his skin.
“Lemme show you,” he purrs before leaning down and locking his lips with yours.
You gasp against him before succumbing to his actions, your body relaxing slightly as he works his lips with yours. His hands find your hips and slowly, he backs you up until you feel the edge of the counter pressing sharply into your legs. Hyunjin pulls back slightly, just to graze his lips against yours as he presses himself further against you.
Your heart pounds and you feel as if you’re losing yourself, savoring how his hardened dick feels against you, hot and heavy and waiting just for you. You’re still caught up in the kiss that you’re taken unawares as he spins you around, bending up over the vanity counters.
His eyes finds yours in the mirror and you watch as he unbuckles his pants, discarding them quickly. You glance behind you just to gasp as you take Hyunjin in, his hands wrapped around his thick length. He smirks as he takes you in, his dick twitching in his palm.
There’s no way that’s going to fit, you just know it, but the prospect of being full of him fills you with warmth, with need that you find yourself bending over even more, presenting yourself obediently to his wandering eyes.
Hyunjin growls and grasps the waistband of your pants, shoving them down forcefully. Gazing into the mirror, you watch as he steps closer to you, pressing the head of his dick against your folds. He ruts against you, sliding his member through your warmth, coating it with your juices until you’re whimpering in need.
Hyunjin chuckles at your greed and then taps your shoulder, wordlessly commanding you to look at him in the mirror. You comply, wanting to be full of his dick, panting his name like it’s a prayer. However, you’re in for a surprise when a tentacle sprouts from his pelvis, followed by another.
You don’t get the chance to voice your shock at the additional appendages and instead you let out a moan as he slides his dick within you and thrusts into you with a steady pace. Hyunjin is intentional with his movements but forceful and you find yourself being thrust forward against the counter, each movement rubbing softly against your covered breasts.
“Fuck,” Hyunjin grunts as he thrusts deeply within you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing throughout the otherwise quiet room. “Let’s see if you can take a little more.”
Your eyes wander to the mirror and you watch as a tentacle winds its way toward your ass and slides into your tight hole, causing you to let out a mewl at the new sensation. He matches his thrusts with that of his dick and your mouth falls open, overwhelmed with the pleasurable sensations spreading throughout your body.
You feel yourself completely succumb to the mercy of the man behind you, your body chasing after your high. You can’t think, can’t see, only feel as he fucks both of your holes. Your moans fills the room and you can feel drool drop from your lips and puddle on the counter.
“You’re almost there cupcake, I can feel you slip away. Let’s get you there hm?” You weren’t able to focus but felt something slither around your body before wiggling rhythmically against your clit causing you to squirm in Hyunjin’s hold. It became too much and you tried to move away but instead was pushed down with his hands pressed against your head.
“Ah! Hyun…fuck!” You whined, closing your eyes and succumbing to the tingling that was building within your belly and spreading rapidly to your pelvis.
You could hear Hyunjin moan and whisper obscenities as he brought you to orgasm, your body spasming in his hold. He didn’t slow his movements but instead kept the steady pace, abusing your holes and clit until he let go with a growl. You vaguely could feel his cum fill your holes, as your vision went black before slowly coming back to normal.
Once Hyunjin was done, he stepped back, allowing his dick to slip from your entrance, his cum spilling out and down your thighs. His tentacles slid back into place before he grabbed a towel to gently clean you up.
Your heart was pounding and your breathing unsteady but with each passing moment and gentle touch from Hyunjin, you felt more calm. He helped you up and dressed you before giving you a smile.
“I’m only kidding, we were never locked in cupcake. Just provided the moment for me to make you mine.”
With that, Hyunjin turned on his feet and strode out the door, the object previously in question opening easily without a fight. With a soft click, the door closed and you stared incredulously after Hyunjin. You could still feel his cum leak from your hole and the thought of him breeding you just now made your heart skip a beat.
Hwang Hyunjin was yours. He definitely made sure of that.
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If you’ve grown up with a narcissistic parent, a toxic blended family, or have felt completely ostracized by the people who were supposed to love you most - or, like me, all of the above - I’m so, so sorry. You didn’t deserve that. You never did. I hope and pray that healing finds you in quiet, soft ways - and that the love you deserve finds you tenfold.
Trigger Warnings:
Suicidal ideation (mentioned), emotional abuse, verbal abuse, parental neglect, death wish toward child, feelings of abandonment, family exclusion, toxic family dynamics.
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Bangchan
You weren’t even scrolling for long.
Just a few seconds on Instagram. A few innocent swipes.
Then the photos appeared.
The lake. The matching hoodies. The firepit. The sisters you never got close to. The cousins from out of state.
All smiling. All together.
All without you.
At first you just stared. Confused. Cold.
Then your fingers went numb. Then your ears started ringing.
You checked your phone history - again. Messages left on read. Calls never returned.
Nothing said about a trip. Not even a fake excuse.
Something in your chest twisted - a feeling you thought you’d buried already.
But it surged back, ugly and hot. You weren’t included. Again.
Not because they forgot. But because they chose not to.
You should’ve stayed silent. Let it eat you up like always.
But this time, you didn’t.
You hit call.
She picked up. Too quick. Too light. Like everything was fine.
“Hey, what’s up?” she said, chipper.
“Did you go on a trip?” Your voice was paper-thin.
“What?”
“I saw the pictures.”
A pause.
“Oh. Yeah. We went to the lakehouse. Just got back a few days ago.”
“And didn’t tell me?”
“Well, we figured you wouldn’t want to come. You’ve been distant lately.”
You scoffed. “Distant? I texted you three times last week. You didn’t even open it.”
“You always say that, but it’s exhausting. We shouldn’t have to chase you just to keep the peace.”
“I’ve called, I’ve texted, I try. I have countless screenshots of me trying. A whole fucking folder of evidence! And I still get nothing back-”
“You’re always so dramatic-”
“NO, I’m not!” Your voice cracked. Your throat burned. “I’m not dramatic. I’m hurt. I try and you still treat me like I’m invisible-”
“You always make things about your feelings. You want us to feel bad for you. You’re selfish.”
“You left me out of the family vacation!" You were shouting now. Your whole body trembling. “You flew people in from other states but didn’t even text me-”
“Because you’re mentally unstable. You’d have made it uncomfortable for everyone else. You’re lucky we even let you call at all.”
Your voice collapsed into a sob. “What did I do that was so wrong?”
“I don’t even know why you’re calling,” she snapped. “You just want attention. You act like the world owes you something.”
“Stop,” you whispered. “Please stop-”
“You make everything about you..”
Your breath started to pick up. Hot and ragged.
“You never call,” she added. “You never text.”
Something inside you snapped.
“I’m always the one who reaches out! Matter of fact I'm the ONLY one!” you screamed. “Do you think I don’t notice? That none of you ever text first? That I sit there, waiting, wondering if I’m worth even a fucking check-in?”
Your chest heaved. The phone shook in your hand.
“I remember birthdays. I ask about your day. I try so hard just to feel like I exist to you! And I get silence! Or attitude! Or guilt tripped because I didn’t come crawling fast enough!"
You didn’t hear the door open. Didn’t notice the sound of a bag dropping by the hallway.
“You know what?” she hissed. “You're just exhausting. Even when you do call, it's always about you. It's always some meltdown or some guilt trip. You can't just have a normal conversation without making it heavy.”
You blinked, the rage in your chest boiling over.
"Because when I do call, you keep it under two minutes! You say you're busy. You rush me off the phone like I’m some telemarketer you didn’t mean to answer. Or you say you’ll call me back - and you never do!"
You could hear yourself getting louder, spiraling.
"You never check in. You never just text me first to ask how I’m doing. And when I do reach out, I get some cold one-liner or silence or sarcasm. And then you act like I’m the one who let go?"
You choked on a sob. "You think I want to be like this? You think I like crying on the phone with my own mother like I'm a problem you never wanted? Have to fucking beg to be treated like your daughter?"
“Y/N.”
A voice behind you.
Warm. Firm. Urgent.
“Give me the phone.”
You gasped in a sob and spun around. Chan was in the doorway, eyes wide, chest heaving like he’d run up the stairs. You must’ve been screaming.
Or maybe just breaking.
“Y/N,” he repeated, stepping closer, “Please. Give me the phone.”
You shook your head, still clutching it, your breathing sharp and ragged.
“She said- she said- ” You couldn’t even finish. Just repeated, “Am I selfish? Do I make everything about me? Am I exhausting?”
“Y/N.” He gently reached out. Didn’t grab. Didn’t rush. Just waited. “I need you to give me the phone.”
Your hands were trembling. Your heart was barely functioning.
“Please,” he said. Voice softer. “Let me help.”
You gave it to him.
He brought it to his ear, not yelling, not raising his voice - but there was steel behind every word.
“Don’t call her again,” he said into the speaker. Calm. Clear. Cold. “Don’t text. Don’t message. Don’t even think about rekindling anything. You’ve said enough to her for a lifetime.”
And then he hung up.
The silence afterward was deafening.
You stood there, shaking. Sobbing.
And Chan stepped in. Just held you.
He didn’t say “it’s okay.” Because it wasn’t.
He didn’t say “don’t cry.” Because you needed to.
He just let you fall into his chest. Let your tears soak his shirt. Let your grief tear out of your lungs like it had claws.
His hand ran slowly down your back. His voice broke as he whispered,
“You didn’t deserve that. None of it. I’m so, so sorry.”
And when your legs gave out, he caught you. Lowered both of you to the floor. Rocked you back and forth like you were the most precious thing he’d ever been trusted with.
Something you wished you mother would have done, maybe even just once.
You didn’t want to go back. But you needed those documents - birth certificate, social security card, insurance papers - the things that proved you existed.
You’d texted your mom ahead of time, kept it polite. Just said you’d be by for a few minutes to grab the folder. You asked if she could leave a spare key under the mat or behind the planter like she used to. It was a safe neighborhood. Familiar. She said no.
"No one leaves keys out anymore. It’s not safe," she snapped over the phone. And that was that.
So when you showed up to the locked front door, you weren’t surprised - just tired.
You called her again.
"Where is it?" you asked.
A pause.
"Check the grill."
You blinked. "The grill?"
"I put them there this morning. They’re fine. Just grab them."
You hung up and walked around to the backyard. The dogs barked through the window when they saw you. You smiled and waved.
"Hi babies," you said softly, tapping the glass with two fingers. "Missed you too."
You popped the grill lid open - and sure enough, there were your documents. No folder. No bag. Just loose, government-issued papers shoved between the cold grates. Soot clung to the edges. Grease spots stained the corners. Your birth certificate had a smudge across your middle name.
You didn’t even flinch. Just pulled them out carefully and dusted them off the best you could on your jeans. Shrugged to yourself.
Figures.
You arrived at Minho's apartment just in time for your dinner plans - a little sweaty, a little late, and smudged with soot you hadn’t fully noticed yet. You rang the bell. A second later, the door swung open, and Minho stood there in slacks and a soft button-down, eyes scanning your face - and then immediately, your clothes.
He blinked. "Y/N...what happened to you?"
You gave him a tired smile, still holding up the wrinkled, smudged stack of papers like a prize. "Oh, I had to pick up some documents for my new job."
He frowned. "That doesn’t explain why you look like you crawled out of a chimney."
You laughed lightly. "They were in the grill."
Minho's eyebrows pulled together. "Why would she put them outside?"
"Well, no one was home," you said, brushing soot off your fingers as you put the documents on the counter, and washed your hands.
He tilted his head. "Couldn’t you just let yourself in?"
You hesitated - then said, almost like it was obvious, "I don’t have a house key."
Minho’s face fell.
You continued, still trying to sound casual. "She said leaving a key out wasn’t safe. But apparently, leaving sensitive documents in a grill is perfectly fine. So. Mission accomplished."
"Mission accomplished?"
"Mmhm," you said, dropping onto a chair at the dining room table. "Apparently it’s the new filing cabinet."
He blinked. "She put your identity in the grill, but wouldn’t leave you a key to the house? A key she could have put in the grill if she thought it was a safe enough space for your legal papers?"
"Yup."
There was a long silence. Then:
"I’m gonna say something mean and then immediately follow it with love."
You smiled. "Okay."
Minho exhaled sharply through his nose. "You're mom is a bitch. Probably why her first marriage failed. Your're the only thing that is good that came from that wench. I love you."
You couldn't help but laugh. "Oh Minho..."
He turned back to you while plating the food. "0801."
You glanced up. "Hm?"
"That’s the code to the door," he said casually. "Should’ve given it to you earlier..."
He hesitated, then added, "I'm also getting a backup key made. You know, in case I’m not here or the code pad fails or something."
You frowned. "Minho, the code is enough. Even that was something you didn't have to do...you're always home when I'm over."
He gave you a half-smile - soft but unflinching. "Then come over when I'm not. Make it as much of your home as mine." He softened. "You deserve permanent. You deserve in. For someone to have their family...I...I'm sorry Y/N. So just...just let me be home now. Please?"
You didn’t speak right away. Just looked at him like he’d rewritten the meaning of something small and sacred.
"You deserve to never be locked out of somewhere you belong again."
You laughed softly - more disbelief than humor - then looked down.
Then quietly, you said, "You know what hurts the most? Even my aunt - who doesn’t live within a hundred miles - has a key to that house. My mom’s church friend. My brother who chose to leave, who didn’t even want to be around, has one."
You swallowed. The lump in your throat ached.
"I can’t even be there for three hours without her asking if I have anything else to do. Or suddenly remembering an errand. Or needing to 'rest' before dinner. It’s always some excuse to get me to leave without having to say it out loud."
Minho stayed quiet, but his arm curled tighter around you.
"And then she hid my birth certificate in a grill. But no key. No trust. Not even for ten minutes."
He didn’t rush you. Didn’t try to talk over the moment. He just walked over rested his forehead against your temple and said, "You never have to prove you belong here. You don’t have to earn it. You’re not a guest, Y/N. You’re mine. I'm yours."
It started off light - a quiet moment between the two of you on the couch, legs tangled under a shared blanket, the TV playing something neither of you were really watching.
You were talking about things that stick. Words people say to you that never leave.
Changbin had shared something first - a coach in middle school who said he was too short to ever be taken seriously. He laughed about it now, but you could still hear the pinch in his voice. The way it stung. The way it stayed.
"It’s funny how you remember the exact tone, too," he said, his thumb tracing idle shapes over your knee. "Like, I can’t even remember what I had for lunch last Tuesday. But that guy’s voice? The way he laughed when he said it? Burned into my brain."
You nodded slowly. "Yeah. It doesn’t even matter if they forget. You don’t."
He looked at you. "What about you? Something someone said that’s still stuck?"
You didn’t answer right away. You felt your throat start to close.
"You don’t have to tell me," he said gently, his hand giving yours a slight squeeze.
You swallowed. Then spoke.
"I was seven. We had just gotten into an argument - I don’t even remember what it was about. Something small. Something dumb. And my mom… she looked me dead in the eye and said she wished I had been a stillborn instead of my baby brother."
Changbin didn’t move. He didn’t breathe.
You laughed once. Hollow. "Isn’t that crazy? Seven years old. I don’t even think I understood what the word meant at first. But I figured it out. Real quick."
The air changed.
His voice was low, rough. "She said that after an argument?"
You nodded. "Like she had that locked and loaded. Like it was waiting. Like she’d been holding it in until the right moment to make it land."
You turned your head to stare at the ceiling. Anything to avoid the pity in his eyes. "And I still don’t get it. What could a kid do - a seven-year-old - that would make a mother wish they hadn’t lived?"
"Nothing," he said immediately. No hesitation. No pause.
"Changbin-"
"No. Nothing. You could’ve cried too much, talked too loud, slammed a door or forgotten to say thank you — I don’t care. You were seven. There is nothing you could’ve done to deserve that."
You blinked fast. Vision blurry.
He shifted so he was facing you fully, hand resting gently over yours beneath the blanket.
"That’s not a wound, Y/N. That’s a scar she put there. That’s not something you carry because you earned it - it’s something you carry because she couldn’t love you the way she was supposed to."
Your lip trembled.
He took a slow breath. "You were a child. Children are supposed to be messy and loud and growing. You were becoming. And she... she wanted you gone. That’s not something a real mother says. That’s something someone says when they don't want to be held accountable for their own hate."
He looked right at you.
"I wish I could go back," he whispered. "I wish I could hold that seven-year-old. Tell her she didn’t do anything wrong. That she was good. And smart. And lovable."
He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"And I wish I could tell her she’d grow up into someone I care about more than she’ll ever know. That she’d meet people who would never, ever let her feel like she had to earn the right to be alive."
You let yourself fall forward. Into his arms. Into the kind of safety no one had ever made room for before.
He wrapped his arms around you tight - not in a way that crushed you, but in a way that said I’ve got you, and I’m not letting go.
And when his hand curled gently around the back of your head and he whispered, "You deserved better - you still do," something inside you finally, quietly, exhaled.
The studio was quiet except for the soft hum of Hyunjin’s playlist, some instrumental track with strings and breathy vocals drifting through the air. You were curled up on the couch against the wall, legs tucked beneath you, watching him paint.
He stood at the easel with his hair tied back, brush dancing across the canvas like it knew exactly where it was supposed to go. He didn’t look at you, not because he wasn’t paying attention - but because he always waited for you to come to him in your own time.
Your voice broke the silence first. Something that had been on your mind for a while. Your brain did that sometimes, just made you remember.
"Have you ever said something out loud that made you feel disgusting for even thinking it?"
Hyunjin turned his head slowly, brush hovering mid-air. "Yeah," he said quietly. "More than once."
You hesitated. Then, staring at your own hands, you whispered, "I told my mom once that I didn’t want to be alive anymore. That I was thinking about ending it."
He froze.
You swallowed hard. "She didn’t even blink. Just said, ‘Don’t make it messy.’ Like I was a problem she didn’t want to have to clean up."
The brush in his hand dropped to the palette with a faint click. Still, he said nothing.
You laughed weakly, eyes burning. "I don’t know what’s worse. That she said it. Or that part of me expected it. Like some part of me knew there wouldn’t be concern. Just…inconvenience."
Hyunjin stood silently for a moment, then picked up a blank canvas from the corner of the studio and brought it over to you. He set it gently in your lap - a fresh white square waiting for color, for chaos.
Then he crouched in front of you, looking up so your eyes had nowhere else to land but his.
"Make it messy," he said.
You blinked. "What?"
"The canvas," he repeated. "Mess it up. Smear it. Rip it if you want. Paint with your fingers, your fists — I don’t care. Let it out. Whatever's in you. Make it ugly. Make it honest. Make it real."
You stared down at the untouched white space. It looked too clean for the way you felt inside.
"She told me not to make it messy," you said quietly. "Like I was something she’d have to wipe off the floor."
Hyunjin’s voice didn’t rise, but it deepened - solid, warm. "Then we take that back. Right now. We reclaim it. Because messy doesn’t mean bad. Messy means alive. It means feeling. It means truth."
He tapped the edge of the canvas again. "This? This isn’t about her. This is about you. And I want your messy. I want your chaos. I want you, exactly as you are."
His smile then - soft, steady - landed on you like sunlight.
It wasn’t pity.
It was permission. With arms around you saying, ‘I’m so sorry you’re feeling this - we’ll get through it.’"
Your lip trembled.
"That sentence - what she said - it doesn’t get to stay in your head without context," he continued. "Because here’s the truth: you were crying out for help. You were offering your life to someone who should’ve cherished it, and she stepped on it. That’s not your shame to carry. That’s hers."
You looked down. But he reached up gently, fingertips brushing your chin until you met his gaze again.
"You have never been disposable, Y/N. Not to me. Not to the people who see you. And I swear - I swear - if I had been there that day, I would’ve sat on the floor with you and held your hand and told you how important you are until you believed it."
He didn’t ask for permission. Just leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you, tight and certain, like anchoring a ghost back into its body.
"You’re still here," he murmured against your hair. "And I am so, so glad you are."
You closed your eyes.
And for the first time in a long time. It felt safe.
Like you were allowed to be here.
Like you were meant to be.
Even if the person you wished loved you most didn't believe so.
── ✧ ˚. ꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ nerd!han jisung x popular!f!reader 𝓰enre/𝓽ags. college au, fluff, angst (kinda but not rlly), minor profanity, jisung is the cutiest pie ever oml 𝔀ords. 2.3k
[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — omg, i just realized i haven’t posted an actual written fic on here in FOREVER that’s crazy, we need to change that. but n e way, this is actually for @sta4, i’m so sorry this took a gazillion years (pls forgive me) and i rlly hope you liked it <3
“Be honest… do you think she noticed?” Jisung looked visibly in distress, his face drained of all color as if he’d just witnessed a paranormal sighting in his own dorm.
“Dude she definitely saw it, you blew it. Big time.” Jeongin states matter-of-factly, as if it were the end all be all.
Jisung slumped backwards, sinking into the mattress, dark brunette strands tumbled haphazardly over the pillow as he stared up at the ceiling. He’d been overthinking and analyzing every little detail for hours since that fleeting encounter you had with him in class this morning. He didn’t want to believe a word his friend was telling him, still latching onto a sliver of hope that you hadn’t took a peek at his laptop screen before he slammed it shut the second you walked up to him.
He grimaced at the thought of you taking note of his Goku wallpaper, everything happened so fast, he wasn’t given much time to react— though he’s almost 99% positive you hadn’t caught sight of it.
You approached him with a confident stride, your head held high, even adding a little wave which he barely registered as being directed towards him. He thought he was hallucinating from being so sleep deprived, staying up all night playing video games might’ve finally took a toll on him— but as he blinks again to snap out of his ‘dream’, you’re still standing right there.
Jisung was more than confused why you of all people would want to talk to him, praying by some miracle you couldn’t detect how much of a nervous wreck he was on the inside, forcing a stiff smile as he tried his best to play it off like he totally wasn’t losing his mind.
The strong scent of your perfume lingered in the air, making it even more of a struggle for him to breathe, let alone speak, but he couldn’t shake off the embarrassment. If you knew how much of a weeb he truly was, he’d probably never show his face around you or on campus ever again.
“Okay, maybe there’s a possibility she may have seen it, but only for a split second! Otherwise, I think I played it cool.” He recants, brushing off his friend’s lack of verbal support, “I was in the middle of an intense game of Tetris and she asked for my notes!”
Jeongin shrugs, “Okay, so..? That doesn’t suddenly make her interested in you.”
“Yeah it does, because she asked me specifically out of everyone else so that’s gotta mean something, right?” He reaffirms, the hopeful tone in his voice laced with sheer desperation.
Jeongin shifts slightly, leaning further into the comfort of his gaming chair, not even bothering to pause his game of League of Legends to entertain his friend’s delusions. He didn’t mean to crush Jisung’s ego with his cynicism but he had to be realistic.
“You sound like those giddy high school girls who just interacted with their crush for the first time.”
Well, he wasn’t lying, he surely did feel like one. Ever since you spoke to him earlier all he could think about was you— nothing else occupied his mind. He couldn’t concentrate on a single thing, couldn’t retain any of the information he read as he studied, or even play League which was his favorite game of all time. He was deeply, utterly infatuated and his thoughts were scattered all over the place.
Jisung sinks his teeth into his lower lip, swallowing an unnecessarily thick lump that’s been sitting in the back of his throat, “Look, all I’m saying is I don’t think I totally blew it. She even winked back at me when she left! She’s into me, I can feel it.”
Jeongin chuckles at his friend’s sudden newfound confidence but still remains unconvinced.
“We’ll see about that tomorrow when she ignores you and forgets that you even existed.”
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The next day in class, Jisung is doing everything he can to try and maintain a nonchalant demeanor but it wasn’t working— at all. He’d completely thrown his ‘cool’ act out the window the minute he accidentally locked eyes with you, not even noticing how he’s been anxiously bouncing his leg underneath the desk.
He could’ve sworn you were an otherworldly being, he didn’t even feel adequate enough to be sitting in the same room as you.
You had sat a couple rows ahead of him, he preferred to always sit in the back along with Jeongin. He couldn’t help but stare, you were simply nothing short of perfect— lost in a trance as he watched you absentmindedly twirl the pencil you had borrowed from him along with his notes from the day before.
You had jotted down a few things in your spiral notebook, but it seemed as though you weren’t paying much attention to the lecture, copying most of your friend’s notes who sat beside you, every so often you’d be giggling at something she whispered to you— having been shushed by the professor more than once already.
Class went on as usual— it dragged on slower than it normally did, but maybe that was because Jisung kept zoning in and out. He didn’t take very many notes since he already knew most of the material like the back of his hand, but he still pretended to anyway, scribbling nonsense in the margins just to keep his hands busy, not even realizing that he’s wrote your name several times with hearts surrounding it, flipping the page immediately before Jeongin could notice what he’d been mindlessly up to.
Once class was officially over, everyone scrambled out of their seats to rush out of there as quickly as possible. Jeongin had one more class left that took place in ten minutes, bidding his goodbyes before he dashed out the classroom. Jisung slung his bag over his shoulder, getting ready to leave— until you appeared from seemingly out of nowhere, the sweet scent of your perfume infiltrating his senses once again.
Holding your notebooks flat against your chest, your delicate, freshly manicured hand tapped his arm lightly— just enough to get his attention. As if you didn’t already have it given to you on a silver platter.
He froze in place, still recovering from the shock of the events that unfolded from yesterday.
“Hey Jisung, I was wondering if-”
“Yes.” He blurts without hesitation before you could even finish your sentence, instantly regretting everything— oh how he wants to bash his head against the wall repeatedly at this very moment..
You could see the desperation seeping through his pores, but you don’t point it out. It was honestly kind of cute to you and you found it endearing how timid he’d act around you, a stark contrast from most of the frat boys you’d often interact with.
He attempts to save himself by quickly rephrasing his words, only to come off as more socially inept than he already is. “S-sorry.. it’s been a long day for me. Uh, what did you need..?”
You giggled softly, “I was wondering if you could help me with statistics? Unfortunately I’m not doing very well and can’t afford to flunk this semester, so I was hoping you could tutor me?” Your eyes beamed at him as if they held a million galaxies in them.
“Y-yeah, sure. I can help!” He awkwardly responds, adjusting his thick framed glasses by pushing them up with his index and middle finger.
A smile spreads across your face upon hearing that, “oh, awesome!” You weren’t expecting him to readily agree on the spot, but it worked out in your favor perfectly. “So, what days are you free?”
24/7. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. He would simply rearrange his whole life for you.
“Usually I’m free on Tuesdays or Thursdays, sometimes Wednesdays but it depends,” he answers, trying to sound as if he’s been asked this a million times before. “But.. if none of those days don’t work for you, I can work something else out.”
That was a total lie. There was nothing he needed to work out.
“Oh and weekends are kinda iffy for me,” he added.
Yet another lie. He was quite literally always free.
“Tuesdays and Thursdays works out perfectly for me, actually!” You take up his offer right away, “how does tomorrow after school at my place sound?”
You spoke so casually, completely unfazed, as if you weren’t actively flipping his entire world upside down. He simply nodded. Somehow managing not to freak out instead of dropping to his knees in front of you like some lovesick puppy.
“Cool! Wanna exchange numbers?” You calmly suggest while pulling out your phone from the back pocket of your jeans.
Jisung nervously gulped, his throat going dry yet again as he slowly feels himself about to have a mental breakdown.
You wanted his phone number?
Now he’ll really get the last laugh when he rubs it in Jeongin’s face that he’s got one of the prettiest and most popular girls at school’s number. You switch phones and he adds his contact information into yours to which you do the same for him.
Once you gave it back, his heart nearly leaps out of his chest when he sees the contact name you set in his phone: ‘y/n <3’
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“C’mon y/n, we only have four more problems left.” Jisung is doing all he can to try and motivate you, pointing his finger at the next problem he urged you to solve but you groaned in response.
You invited him over to your dorm while your other roommate would be gone for a couple of hours, opting to study in your room rather than the common area. Your room was on the smaller scale, but still had a warm and cozy atmosphere to it. Movie posters and fairy lights lined the walls of your side, along with dozens of little random trinkets you’ve collected over the years as decoration, and succulent plants sat on the window sill. The vanilla candle you burned added a nice touch, it was calming, tranquil— exactly how Jisung imagined it to be.
“I can’t do this anymore..” you draw out a heavy sigh, looking at the equation as it were in a third language. Math has always been your Achilles heel, it was your least favorite subject and you barely passed by the skin of your teeth each time.
“My brain’s going to explode if I continue this for another minute,” you couldn’t even force yourself to power through, you were beyond over it. Yes, you were being a little overdramatic, but you got the point across— you needed a well deserved break.
His hand accidentally brushed up against yours to grab a colored pencil, “okay, if you really need a break then let’s take one and I’m sorry if I’m overwhelming you in any way. I’ll finish the problem for you and we can stop for a while.” He writes the rest of the equation down on the worksheet and turns to you to hand the colored pencil back, hoping that you don’t notice his flushed exterior.
You lean your arm against the desk, resting the side of your face inside your palm, “can’t believe this is my life now.. studying for my stupid stats exams instead of having fun with my friends.”
Jisung couldn’t help but take some pride in himself for that, sure you may be just using him as a personal tutor but at least he’s getting to spend one on one time with you.
“So you chose studying with me over hanging out with your friends?”
He still couldn’t believe he was even here, he almost had a heart attack when you texted him first that same day you asked to exchange numbers. He would spend minutes contemplating over every little word, every punctuation, and if he wasn’t sure how to respond, he’d simply send you some weird meme that he found while scrolling on Reddit. His phone used to be drier than a desert, but now he’s checking it every 5 seconds in case he gets a new message from you.
“Yeah, I mean I could always see them another time but I refuse to retake this class again over the summer,” you shrugged, “plus you seem pretty cool, I like hanging out with you.”
Was he hearing things correctly? Did one of the most popular girls on campus just say that she likes hanging out with him? He truly felt like he was dreaming— yeah, he had to be dreaming.
“I didn’t think you hung out with guys like me..”
Your brows furrowed, glancing over at him as if he’d just said the most absurd news you’ve ever heard. “And what makes you think that?”
“Uh- I dunno.” He stammered, his eyes darting across the room, looking everywhere but at you.
Curse him for being so damn awkward… and curse you for being the prettiest girl he’s ever laid eyes on.
You couldn’t help but giggle, “I actually think you’re really cute,” you confess, choosing a less subtle approach about expressing your feelings, “you’re nice and super smart too, which most guys aren’t.”
The two of you stayed in silence for what seemed like an eternity before he grew the ability to choke up a response, his ears burning the deepest shade of crimson, “Well.. thank you.”
“I mean it.” You solemnly replied, “Also, I think your Goku wallpaper is really cool.”
So you did notice it after all. But you didn’t care, you took interest in him because he was authentically himself, you liked him exactly for who he is— he’s never pretended to be something that he’s not.
Before you even gave him the opportunity to speak, you decide to lay it all out on the table. Harboring no regrets. “I like you a lot, Jisung.”
He paused, still trying to process everything that’s been thrown at him in a matter of seconds, but he could no longer deny the way he felt. The corners of his lips curled upward, his gummy smile making an eventual appearance, knowing exactly where this leads after he says those final words.
“I really like you too, y/n.”
it’s literally 3 am and i am SO SLEEPY, but i had to finish this for you guys <33 pls lmk if you liked this, likes/comments/reblogs are much appreciated tysm !! ( *ﾉ ▽ﾉ) ✧･ﾟ
what are you waiting for? someone to grant you permission? the perfect and permanent emotion? a shooting star to magic away every problem you have or ever have had? alright, wait away then. but no one is going to live your life for you while you wait to become someone else
people are upset at this post and i wanted to say something about it because it directly pertains to the reason i wrote it in the first place.
some are frustrated at the post because they believe they can't live their lives because they have adhd. some are angry at the post because they believe they can't live their lives because they have chronic pain.
i have adhd. i have chronic pain. i am disabled. i wrote this post, in part, to encourage myself to approach my life as it is and do what i can within it to make it my own. it's awful not being able to be the exact person i wanted to be. i still have a life anyway. it's different than i planned, but it's still my life. and no one will live it for me, so i might as well start doing the living myself.
if you're neurodivergent, have chronic pain, struggle with your mental health, and/or are in any way disabled, this sentiment absolutely applies to you and was written with you in mind.
it indescribably sucks when we have difficulty existing in our lives for whatever reason. said with the most love possible, it's still up to us to do what we can to make space for ourselves within the life that we're given.
This is unrelated to the MDZS timeline I made. It has the broadest possible age ranges for characters based on the novel.
Wei Wuxian
Wei Wuxian is the protagonist and we closely follow his perspective so we have a fairly good idea what age he is during different events: 1. he was fifteen during the disciple exchange at Gusu (Refinement, Part One) 2. he was 16 at the Discussion Conference at Qishan as it was a year since he saw Lan Wangji (Allure, Part Three) 3. he killed the Xuanwu of Slaughter “at the mere age of seventeen” (Poisons, Part One). 4. he was “seventeen or eighteen” during the golden core transplant (Hatred, Part Eight) 5. at the night-hunt at Phoenix Mountain he “lost the first kiss that he had been guarding for twenty years” (Departure, Part One) making him at least 20 then.
( read more )
In summary:
Night-hunt at Phoenix Mt.: 20 or 21.
Ambush at Qiongqi Path: 21 or 22.
Died between 21 to 23
Present would have been 35 or 36.
Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng, Nie Huaisang, Su She, Wen Ning, Jin Zixuan
Everyone at the disciple exchange at Gusu was “fifteen or sixteen” (Refinement, Part One). Since loquats appear during the incident at Lake Biling (Refinement, Part Six), that overlaps that exchange in early spring to early summer. As that is relatively far into the year, the low end will be considered have turned 15 that year and the high end will be would have turned 17 that year (but were 16 at the start of the exchange).( more words )
Therefore, broadly speaking these are the possible age ranges for everyone who showed up during the Gusu Exchange during different events.
Gusu Exchange: 15-16 (but up to 17 when WWX is expelled)
indoctrination at Qishan: 16 to 18
start of Sunshot Campaign: 16-19
Night-hunt at Phoenix Mt.: 19-23
Ambush at Qiongqi Path: 20-23
First Siege on the Burial Mounds: 20-24
Second Siege on the Burial Mounds: 34-37
( Explanation for including LWJ, SS, and WN )
Narrowing stuff down for specific characters in this group:
Jiang Cheng
The prologue introduces him as Wei Wuxian’s shidi, making him younger than Wei Wuxian. Since he was “seventeen already” during the massacre at Lotus Pier, he is approximately Wei Wuxian’s age only a few months younger (Courage, Part). So use WWX’s ages at signficant events.
Jin Zixuan
( short meta sentences )
Marriage: 19-23
Died at 20-23
Note
( commentary on the use of xiong and whether that reflects age status )
AHHH JUST READ YOU F-BOY SKZ ASK AND IM ACTUALLY SO INTERESTED TI SEE WHAT YOU WOULD WRITE GISJDJDHDHDHD
Ahhh!!! What do you want???? (MDNI)
Fuckboy!Chris who you meet bc you're both on the soccer team; who you think is a sweetheart and really chill, nice guy only to find out he hooks up w/ three bad bitches a night at parties and you become one of his regulars T~T
Fuckboy!Minho who actually doesn't give a shit about you and only hooks up w/ you for sex (and it's bangin) until he has a falling out w/ a friend and confides in you on accident only to find out you're actually... kind of.. cool??
Fuckboy!Changbin who you meet at the gym, who initially seems really sweet and gentleman-like until he's pounding you in the locker room shower w/ a hand over your mouth so you don't get caught <333
Fuckboy!Hyunjin who you meet bc you're a model for his painting class, who tells you that this week's project is a nude model painting when in actuality he just wants to see you naked and have a relic of you in his own art style (and bc like., youre hot and hes tryna fuck)
Fuckboy!Jisung who takes you on one date before rearranging your insides in his (roommate's) car before you can even get home - then admits to ogling you every time you have class together, in your pretty low cut tops. blames u, says u do it on purpose to tease him. :c <3
Fuckboy!Felix who pours water all over himself during Rugby practice because he knows you're watching from the sidelines during your lil cheer practice <33 (then fucks you afterwards in the locker room while telling you how pretty you are.)
Fuckboy!Seungmin who is top of the class and doesn't play when it comes to his grades - who becomes your tutor and calls you a dumb slut when you get something wrong, only to take action when he realizes you like it when he degrades you. (he buries two fingers in you knuckle deep and tells you to keep working. if you fumble, he won't move. :( )
Fuckboy!Jeongin who keeps sticking his tongue out at you during class and making sexual hand gestures under the table just to tease you until you confront him about it in the hall. he thinks it's cute you're all whiny about how forward he is and how red you are when you're pissy, but you're a lot less bratty when he's got you bent over a desk in an empty classroom. <3
I’m going to be redoing my taglist in a few days. I think I’m going to start tagging my nsfw fics again so let me know if you want to be on a taglist for those. There will be two separate taglists: one for fics that are sfw and one for fics that are nsfw since I know some people are uncomfy reading smut. However, to be on the taglist for the nsfw fics you MUST be 18+ and your age indicated on your blog or I will not tag you. You shouldn’t be following me if you aren’t 18+ anyway. By asking to be on either of my taglists you are confirming you are 18+. I will be checking for the sfw list as well seeing as I oftentimes make them suggestive even if they aren’t explicit.
With that being said, please do not ask to be on the taglist if you aren’t going to interact with the fics. It wont hurt my feelings if anyone currently on my taglist prefers not to be on it anymore. Even if you aren’t on the taglist I still post my most recent fics to my pinned post so that you can check and see if anything new has dropped if and when you want!
Comment under this post and let me know if you want to be added! Please don’t send me asks with your user just comment which blog you would like to be tagged and which taglists you want to be a part of! <3
It’s been a long day of work and all Minho wants to do is return home and put his feet up, cuddle with his cats and eat the leftovers in his fridge that have another day or two before they go bad.
Minho doesn’t react at first when he enters the apartment and spots the familiar brunette on his couch.
“Hey hyung,” the man in question greets Minho.
It’s silent between them for a moment, too silent for the intruders taste.
The pair blink at one another before Minho suddenly lets out a yell and pounces on the younger.
The man struggles to free himself from the elder’s grasp.
“Get off me,” Hyunjin whines as Minho attacks him with one of the couch cushions.
“Hwang Hyunjin, you are so dead!”
Hyunjin manages to worm his way out from beneath the elder, he moves to sprint but then feels the back of his—well Minho's shirt—being tugged.
“Hyung please I didn’t mean to—.”
“You imprinted on my best friend,” Minho growled before grabbing a pillow and continuing to smack him with it.
“This isn’t Twilight,” Hyunjin whines as he dodges the man's attacks.
“And I’m a vampire not a werewolf!”
“I don’t care what you are because dead is all you’re going to be here in about five seconds.”
Hyunjin somehow managed to escape Minho’s grasp, turning to face the man with his hands held up In surrender. He gulps as he eyes the pillow that is currently aimed and ready to fire.
“I can’t help it Hyung! Plus she’s really lovely,” Hyunjin finds himself blushing.
“Find someone else to get lovey dovey with!”
“But she’s—,” Hyunjin cuts himself off as his shoulders slump, “Do you not trust me?”
At the disheartened look on the younger’s face, Minho sighs before lowering the pillow with a sigh.
“Listen, it’s not that I don’t trust you. Y/n she—she doesn’t even know about me alright. It’s not that I don’t trust you with her Jinnie. I'm just worried about how she will react to the truth.”
Hyunjin can tell Minho’s stressed by the turn of events. His sudden appearance on her windowsill had been by pure coincidence. After Dori had nipped his wing on Minho’s balcony, he knew he couldn’t stay there.
How was he to know that he was going to show up on his mates windowsill?
“I mean revealing ourselves is one thing but telling her that her pet bat that she’s grown to care for is actually a vampire and ‘oh by the way he’s bonded to you as well’,” Minho scoffed as he plopped back down on the couch.
“We can’t lose her.”
Hyunjin reaches out, gently squeezing the man’s shoulder.
“We aren’t going to lose her hyung.”
Minho eyes the other wearily.
“I know but—let’s just ease her into it alright? I mean she doesn’t even know you exist outside of your bat form.”
Hyunjin pouts then.
“You’re telling me you’ve never mentioned me to her? Not even once?”
Minho shrugs as he deposits the pillow back onto the couch.
“No? Was I meant to?”
Before Hyunjin can whine, Minho's doorbell rings.
“Who’s that?”
Hyunjin casts a sheepish glance over his shoulder as he makes his way to the door.
“I may or may not have finished your leftovers while you were gone so I ordered you more.”
Hyunjin knows Minho’s glare would have been more murderous if he didn’t order more food.
Minho had been looking forward to those leftovers all day.
What neither of them expect as Hyunjin swings open the door is to find you standing at Minho's doorstep, eyes shining with tears.
Both you and Hyunjin stare at each other momentarily, both frozen in the other's presence.
Hyunjin can feel the blood rush to his ears and the way his heart rate increases. He feels his body tingle just being so close to you. A part of him wonders if you can feel it too despite not being a supernatural being.
You’re staring at him wide eyed, still looking beautiful despite the mascara smudged beneath your eyes.
The moment between the two of you is broken when Minho speaks up.
“Y/n? What’s wrong?”
Minho appears at Hyunjin’s side, stepping forward to place a comforting hand on your shoulders.
Hyunjin has to bite back the jealousy that tugs at his chest from seeing Minho comfort you. He wants to take you into his arms but he knows that’s inappropriate. You don’t realize who Hyunjin is and he isn’t looking to scare you off. So instead Hyunjin clenches his fists by his side and wills himself to step out of the way so that your best friend can properly comfort you.
“H-He’s gone,” he hears you mutter.
Minho visibly stiffens; side eyeing Hyunjin.
“How did he get out?”
Hyunjin’s chest clenches as you sniffle.
“I left the window open and told him he was free to go now that he was better. But I just—I’ll miss him so much. Guess I got too attached huh,” you huff out a laugh but there is no humor behind it.
Minho shushes you before gently wiping one of the tears that had fallen.
Hyunjin wishes more than anything that he could be the one to comfort you.
He didn’t know much about you but there was one thing Hyunjin knew for sure. Seeing you cry was one of the worst things in the world.
Even more so that he had been the cause of your unhappiness.
“Shh Y/n it’s okay. I’m sure he’s closer than you think. Maybe he just needed to stretch his wings.”
You nod before turning your attention towards Hyunjin.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m Y/n,” you laugh, holding your hand out in greeting, “I don’t usually meet people like this.”
Hyunjin feels his heart flutter at the sound. He smiles softly at you before taking your hand in his.
He feels a warmth fill his entire body at your touch.
“Hyunjin.”
Your eyes light up in recognition.
“Oh! You’re Hyunjin? Minho has told me so much about you,” you smile warmly up at him.
Hyunjin can’t help the way he gapes at his friend.
Minho shrugs as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“Only bad things of course.”
“Hyung!”
You deliver a soft punch to Minho’s arm.
“He’s lying. He’s never said a single bad thing about you.”
Hyunjin feels his body slump with relief and finds himself endeared at the revelation.
“Yeah but if you two start to get along that means I get to tell Y/n all of your embarrassing stories.”
Hyunjin goes to say something but the laugh you let out distracts him. He doesn’t miss the way Minho rolls his eyes at the lovesick look Hyunjin’s sends your way.
The doorbell rings startling the three of you.
“That’ll be the food,” Hyunjin nods towards the door as he steps around you to greet the delivery man.
“I’m sorry I should probably get going,” you say as you eye the take out.
“There’s no rush,” Minho’s voice sounds from behind you and Hyunjin.
“Stay as long as you like.”
Hyunjin nodded, “Yeah, there’s enough food to share. Minho paid!”
Minho let’s out a low growl at the smug grin on Hyunjin’s face.
“That’s it! Y/n cover your eyes,” Minho shouts before charging after Hyunjin and chasing him through the living room and into the kitchen.
The sound of your laughter lifts Hyunjin’s spirits despite the current predicament he’s in. After all, Hyunjin wants nothing more than for you to be happy.
After a good meal, some conversation and numbers exchanged, Hyunjin is practically vibrating with happiness.
However, that didn’t stop Minho from scolding Hyunjin following your departure for making his best friend cry with his disappearance.
Later that night, Hyunjin finds himself on your windowsill once again in his bat form.
Hyunjin clicks, gaining your attention from where you're currently studying at your desk.
“You came back,” you breathe out as you make your way towards him.
Hyunjin feels his heart soar when you smile at him. He couldn’t help but to purr as you gently scratch between his ears.
“I thought you were gone for good.”
Hyunjin chitters as he rubs himself against your hand. You coo at the action before taking him into your palm.
“I know it’s silly to want you to stay. You aren’t a pet after all,” you laugh as you continue petting the bat, “But I’ll leave the window cracked in case you ever decide to leave for good.”
There was a smile on your face but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. Hyunjin’s heart hurt at the thought of being apart from you.
He decided then what he had to do.
Hyunjin lept from your hold, startling you as he flew to the window. Hyunjin rested on top of the sliding window before turning to you. You watched him curiously as he began to hop up and down.
“What are you doing?”
Hyunjin continued to hop in hopes that you would catch on.
He watched as your eyes flickered from him to the open window.
“Do you—,” you cut yourself off, eyes wide with surprise, “Do you want me to shut it?”
Hyunjin clicked at you before hopping up and down once more.
He doesn’t miss the way your features soften as you approach the window. Hyunjin rests on your shoulder as you reach up to shut and latch the window. Once the curtains are pulled, you take him into your palm and cuddle him to your chest.
The sound of your heartbeat relaxes Hyunjin’s body and he purrs as pushes his body against yours. Hyunjin felt happy being close to you and he knew that it was the same for you.
“Welcome home.”
Home.
Hyunjin had never felt what that word meant until this moment. But guilt weighed heavily on him. You needed to know the truth. He didn’t want to keep his identity from you. Hyunjin feared that you would later resent him if he didn’t reveal the truth to you.
He had to figure out how to come clean to you, and fast.
i can just imagine him loving to play with your hair and being really good at braiding it and doing various hairstyles bc he has long hair now yk
also adores when you play and braid his hair
always feels pretty when you do his hair🥰
i think he loves to see u in his hoodies
like its just the softest thing for him omg
they are always way too big for you because he is at least somewhat tall
random english words thrown your way
asks “is that right?” after 🥺🥺🥺🥺
so serious about learning english and you help him a lot
his tiny accent makes u coo
i can see him as a back-hug enthusiast
gives back hugs to you whenever he feels like it
turns into a drama queen whenever you tease him
*gasp* “how could you say that?!”
fake faints whenever you look too good
turns into a ball of happiness when you compliment his dancing bc he works so hard every day and you see that??? omg🥺
kkami loves you more than him
needs you to teach him how to make his own dog pay attention to him
whines about it 24/7
“y/n that’s my dog!!!”
i feel like for dates he’s a restaurant guy
like not really restaurant but just like going out to eat is his perfect date
doesnt matter if its mcdonalds or something fancy
bursts into a song whenever just because you said a word that is in the lyrics
kisses on your cheek 🥺 and also forehead 🥺🥺 maybe even neck 🥺🥺🥺
loves to cuddle
big spoon energy
fr he has the prettiest eyes you get lost in them most of the time and he laughs at you for it
pokes your cheeks at any time
he has the most kissable lips fr
kisses really sweet and sensual at the same time
i also see him as a passionate kisser
you walk kkami together a lot
hand in hand
lets you borrow his tss hairband whenever you sleep over and do your skincare routine
gives the best advice
you can come to him whenever you need it and he’ll be the best boy about it
deep convos
he is so chaotic tho
but you love it
always makes time for you even though he is super hardworking and busy
it may be only one time a week but still, he finds the time for his girlfriend
the type to carry you to bed when you fall asleep on the sofa
his hand always resting on your thigh whenever you sit next to each other
lightly squeezing it
screams 100% of times
you scare him just for funzies because he acts like he’s dying every single time
the type to win you a plushie in the amusement park thingie where you shoot at it i honestly dont know what you call them in english i am a stupid european excuse me i am very sorry :)
definetly picks u up while hugging and twirls you around
brushing your hair when you’ve just washed it
he always smells so nice even though he rarely uses cologne
“hyunjin how can you naturally smell so good teach me your ways”
always always ALWAYS kisses you goodbye
texts u the most random things constantly
they dont even have to be memes
just random ass comments about whatever
you know his parts in songs by heart and when you always sing/rap along he gets so proud of himself for some reason
that type to take pics of you eating
and puts them as his lockscreen
“hyunjin i look disgusting there why is that your lockscreen?”
“that’s why.”
you smack his shoulder
“i am joking! you look adorable there.”
fights with him happen sometimes
like its not all sunshines and rainbows over here
propably cries after
not during bc hes petty, but after lmao
you always have to apologize first
bc you can bet he wont do it
but also wouldnt talk to you until you dont apologize
also i feel like hyunjin is really good at giving thoughtful gifts ??
like meaningful and really well thought-out presents you may not even know you wanted
but he always somehow knew what you desired 💓💓💓
he gets shy and embarrased quickly
bc he an introvert
so please try to make him feel comfortable !!!!!!
makes you eat if he notices you dont eat a lot (bc lets be real we all have days when we just dont feel like eating)
bc he needs you to be healthy !!
and you do the same !!!
soo yeah this is it
over-all a really sweet and considerate guy,,would love and care for you and be there for you always !! 💜💖💓❤
when my brother was a kid he had a Sword Phase & he used to walk around with a real ass sword & just like sit around holding it & one day a mysterious Jab Hole appeared in the ceiling & nobody could figure out where it came from until my dad noticed my brother laying on the couch watching tv holding this sword up vertically & was like Wait A Minute .
[ID: two doodles illustrating the above scenario. the first shows a person in the foreground looking at a child laying on a couch holding a sword. the second shows the person thinking with a loading sign on their head.]
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