Here's a Dessriel artwork I've made a while ago, damn.. she kinda looks kind of LOST here.., GIRL
I think so drawing these two has been pretty fun honestly, usually I focus on Kriselle or even Suselle.. but I think so this is definitely a nice change of pace..
Hopefully this illustration can brighten your days up!! 🙌💛
First ep scene with Louie and Rori in my dt x atla au
Also I drew this yesterday cuz I was feeling better, but as I sit here in my hospital bed after surgery, I realize it was the calm before the storm lol
Thought I’d post something to get the ball rolling… Starting off with Special Week :]
My requests are open if you enjoyed it!
Special Week !
She doesn’t really know a lot about romance… The only reason she’s not completely ignorant is because of all the married grandparents she knows in the countryside, which means that Spe can be a little bit old fashioned.
Like, maybe she has your number, but Mr. Kashiwagi told her that writing letters was way more personal… so she ends up sending you a lot of them, even though you both live nearby.
It’s kind of surprising at first, but it’s hard to fault her for being so enthusiastic.
Speaking of, her friends also hear a lot about you — even if you’ve never met them, Spe talks so much that it’s basically like you’ve been friends since forever.
Sky teases her for being so lovey-dovey, El is trying to give her advice on how to show off, and Grass is showing her how to write poetry because Spe is insisting that she needs to do it to court you.
And yes, I really do mean courting: as it turns out, it seems she took the elders’ advice a little too seriously.
It’s not that their ways are bad — just that they don’t suit the kind of person Spe is. As a result, she comes across as particularly awkward…
In the end, she gets a pep talk from her mom and finally realizes what she should do: be herself!
She still writes you letters from time to time — she likes what they represent, and they help her understand her feelings better — but Spe’s started using her phone more.
Whenever she finds a new cool place in town, her next thought is to bring you here! … especially if you need to take the train, because then she gets to ask you for help.
She always shares her food with you! Her mom — who’s been very excited about seeing her darling daughter enjoy herself so much — sends extra carrots for you both.
And once you two get some free time, she’ll take you home with her to properly introduce you to her moms.
Her heart swells up with pride at the idea of her mom, smiling in Heaven…
You’ve laughed and said “It would probably take a Girl smacking me with a poster saying ‘I like You’ for me to get the hint.” The next day, your best friend walks up to you and hits you on the head with a poster board that says ‘I like you’
Okay. MY FIRST CRUSH HAD A VOICE THAT MADE ME WEAK IN THE KNEES.
Okay. Take this angsty one shot. Because I need to hurt myself apparently.
You freeze in your tracks as you hear their conversation.
"Who? Y/N? She's just an assistant." Rumi finishes it with a chuckle and you quickly hide yourself behind the walls.
Assistant. Right.
So all her promises. All her laughs. All the kisses. All the nights spent together in her bed.
All of those were nothing.
Assistant. That's what you are.
You should've just stayed in your lane.
Should've never confessed.
Should've never fell.
You can't help the big tears as you clutch your heart.
Your heart hurts so much.
You feel your whole world break down.
"Right. I need to quit." You take a deep breath and you look at your phone.
The picture of you and Rumi where she kissed your cheek when it was supposed to be a simple selfie.
You feel your heart clench in itself again.
'This sucks.' You think as you make your way out of the penthouse.
'This fucking sucks.' You chant to yourself as you make your way to the lobby. You take a deep breath and call your boss.
"Bobby? We need to talk."
-
You were collecting your stuff in the penthouse and you groan.
"Why the hell did I leave so many of my stuff here?"
You stack another box and groan.
"In my next job, I'm fucking getting a duffel bag."
You finish getting everything after fifteen minutes and look at the four boxes.
"Two trips it is." You decide and so you carry two boxes down to your car.
You put the boxes in your trunk and hum as you check the Livestream.
You picked this time because you knew the girls would be out.
No tears. No pain. No sadness. No regret.
No one would stop you from leaving at all. Even Bobby was informed already and although he protested it at first. You debated him for hours until he reluctantly agreed that you make your sneaky way out.
Out of their lives.
The thought makes you freeze.
Right.
No more late night bursts of inspirations with Zoey.
No more analyzation of choreographies with Mira.
You weren't just going to lose Rumi.
You were going to lose everything.
But still. Knowing that she only still sees you as nothing but an assistant makes you weak in your knees.
You were patient. A saint, really. After all, she had promised for years that she'll reveal to the public that you were hers but she never did.
And you were okay with that.
Because you know deep inside that Rumi was not someone who you can reach.
Huntr/x is god level status among the groups. Tops all the groups. All the time.
You ride the elevator up to the penthouse again. Not knowing that while you froze up. The Livestream had ended abruptly because Bobby can't keep a secret.
-
You were about to pick up the other two boxes when you were dragged by Mira.
"What- why are you here already!?" She doesn't answer but her grip on your wrist tightens. She makes you sit on the couch and you look at her.
"I left on my bike. Zoey and Rumi are on their way."
"What? Why?"
"Because you were leaving! I asked Bobby why you weren't there and he-" Mira can't stop her tears. Her voice went from angry to sad.
"Why are you leaving?" You panic as she cries.
"Mira! It's not your fault at all, okay? You guys did nothing wrong." She grabs your collar.
"Then why!? Y/N, you fit in well with us. You always supported us from the start so why- why are you just leaving us when we're at the top!?" You feel your heart clench.
"I-"
"Did Zoey make you stay late at night? You know you have your own room here-"
"No- I-"
"Did Bobby skimp out on your bonus? I can give you a thousand percent bonus if you want to-"
"Mira! Stop!" You shout and she freezes as your tears are just flowing.
Mira has never seen you cry. You were their rock. Always calm. Always there. She even jokingly refers to you as the true delinquent of the group.
"Please. Let me leave. I can't- I can't live like this anymore."
"You- have you hated us?"
"No! Never! I just-" you sob as you clutch your chest. Your heart hurts so much. It hurts too much. Everything is collapsing before you. Your heart that was given away is utterly destroyed and in pieces. And now you were about to leave your best friends too.
"Please. Just let me leave. I need to go. I can't- my heart can't take anymore, okay?" You sob. "It hurts so much. So fucking much."
"What? I-I don't understand." You chuckle at that.
"How can you? Please let me go. I can't see her. I don't want to get hurt anymore. Okay?"
"Who-"
"Rumi."
"Your girlfriend?"
"No. My boss. I'm just her assistant, after all."
Rumi and Zoey freeze at the door as they hear you.
"Rumi?" Zoey questions her and Rumi can only stare at you.
You heard her that day. Fuck.
"I- Jinu doesn't know and I had to-"
"This is why I told you to stop fucking around and announce it!" Mira shouts at her and you snap.
"STOP!" The trio looks at you and you look at them with such calm eyes that they instinctively took a step back.
"I'm leaving. Don't fight."
"Wait-" Rumi tries to hold your wrist but you slap it away.
"I'm done." You say with a cold tone and she felt her heart die.
You were done. With everything.
With her promises that never came true.
With her vague flirtations with men.
With her excuses.
With her inaction.
You were done.
Eight years that they climbed to the top.
Eight years since you fell.
Five years since you confessed. Five years of her promises. And now you were just tired.
Done.
You calmly take the boxes by the door and look at the trio. Rumi was crying silently as she looked at you.
"Good luck on the idol awards this year." You say and get out of the penthouse.
-
You take the final box out of your trunk and get inside your house.
You take your phone out and see everyone's art for today's Livestream and the new fandom that emerged.
#RumiJinu
You block every number that had to with them. Even Bobby.
It was time to move on. It was time to choose yourself.
No more vague promises.
You wanted a relationship where you were announced and showed off.
A love that can proudly say that you were theirs.
Theirs to love.
Theirs to keep.
Why would your love need to be hidden?
"Finally." You say as you sit on your own comfortable couch.
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