[heartsrev]

AKI . . . god-shaped hole at the heart of mathematics.

xix, any pronouns. multifandom. jab, jab, cross, left-hook.

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anytime that you had your shoulders out for display, you braced yourself for matsukawa and his lips making contact with them.

the routine is rather simple to follow: wearing black off-shoulder tops after a long shower with wet hair sticking to your skin, legs carrying you to the kitchen to fetch a water bottle in the fridge, window watching from the living room and then by the 3 minute mark goes past, a hand placed to your sides and his mouth deep into your collarbone.

you didn’t react, by far you’re leaning backwards so that your back protects his chest instead, gaining a small grunt from the harshness of bodies colliding before continuing kissing down your neck. you should’ve moved by now, but a little bit of body lingering never hurt nobody so why not bite it down with him?

but despite of his kisses tasting like the sun, you worried that you were the complete opposite. your kisses are dry, chapped and rather dismissive. they don’t carry love, even if you want them to. but you never tried hard enough to make it seem that way. your desperation never called you back to let matsukawa know that you still cared for him.

and so you let him kiss you even though there’s no way of you replicating it. days of you and him kissing each other while sitting on his bed felt one-sided: he was everything that a woman could ever imagine and you were a damn mess. he knew how to travel around your body as his hands held you like you were fragile to touch and you, being reckless, didn’t want to reach inside of his heart.

but you never told him in time before he made his way back to his bedroom, potentially sleeping away.

and now your shoulders were cold again.

[heartsrev]

rina. why have you served the people with angst. i died.

[heartsrev]

ACT A FOOL IN IT, CHAPTER ONE.

AND THE FINE ASS GUY WAS. . .? 𝄞 PREV. | MASTERLIST | NEXT

“It's Phi.” Sehyeun announces.

“Who?” You ask.

“WHAT!?” Siwan slams his palms down on the iron surface of the BBQ top, metallic utensils clattering at the sheer force of incredulity induced. He stands up in utter bafflement and leans across the table like he's ready to personally strangle you, as if he was interrogating you for The Betrayal of 1920. There's that psychopathy in his eyes that clearly says he will not hesitate to jump over and jump you. “The fine shit you were talking about is Phi Fucking Hanwool!?”

You blink, slow and uneven, not quite catching up with the conversation happening at your own table, and not understanding why Siwan and Hyunwoo look like they're ready to tear somebody's limbs off. “I didn't know he was a Phi. I've never met or seen the YB heir before.”

Hyunwoo looks just a whistle away from disintegrating into chalk wind, jaw dropped with his hands on his head as he communicates with you through his widened eyes (he's saying that ‘you have got to be terribly joking’). “Noona.” He starts, putting a hand on your shoulder like you just doomed the whole of Korea. “Noona. Do you not know who exactly this Phi Hanwool is?”

You deadpan, far too off the point. “Am I supposed to know this guy?”

Sehyeun audibly laughs out loud when Siwan and Hyunwoo grasp at their own hair and groans far too loudly with visible dread and irritation; at both you, and the person of the topic, as if they're re-experiencing the most painfully humiliating moments of their life.

“Out of everyone in the whole uni, you decided to let cupid shoot you for the guy who almost ruined everyone's lives?” Siwan cannot believe his ears, plopping back down on his chair, the wooden rear striking against tiled floor. He drapes an arm over the top rail, pinching the bridge of his nose to contemplate his friendship with you. “I knew your standards were shit, but holy shit.”

“Am I missing something here?” You try again, only having gotten questions in return to your question the entire time, your eyebrows furrow to display your dim anger. “I feel like I missed an important press conference for this group.”

Sehyeun continues to huff a long amused sigh at Siwan and Hyunwoo’s reaction, crossing his arms as he leans back on his chair before fixing you a reassuring smile, despite the end of it trembling in silent distaste. “He went to Yuseung High with us, noona.”

You tilt your head, a question mark popping up beside your head. “Okay…? How am I supposed to know him then? I went to Chungma, you guys know this.”

“How do you not know this Phi Hanwool!?” Hyunwoo exclaims once more, albeit a bit too loudly. He grabs you by the shoulders once more, and starts shaking you along with his words. “Noona, he was literally, like, the ruler of the south of Incheon. The one who single handedly instilled fear in all of the other schools in the south, and kept the Northern Alliance from pushing downwards!? That absolutely monster of a human!?”

“Oh!” You snap your fingers, Hyunwoo ceasing his rattle. “He's that Phi. I know him, I think. The same Phi who made Minseong crash out at even the slightest sight of a Yuseung student?”

Siwan strangles the air in front of you as a substitute for you, you are sort of relieved it's not actually you because he might have genuinely killed you with it.

“Exactly the same Phi.” Sunchul confirms.

“JESUS—” You near jerk off of your chair at the freight of the sudden appearance, holding your palm against your heart while leaning against Hyunwoo to overdramatise your shock, who was just as spooked as you. “Sunchul-hyung… Are you trying to get back at me for crashing your bike by scaring me to death?”

“I was not.” Sunchul forms a straight line with his lips, unimpressed beyond his fondness. “But I still haven't forgiven you for that.” He more than kindly rests the three bottles of soju he held with one hand and three glass cups on the other down on the table, a resounding clang sieving through the air.

You watch the alcohol descent with an awfully craned neck, staring at it for a moment with an anticipating gaze, before looking back up at Sunchul when the stacks did not multiply magically as you hoped. The hyung in question, with his crossed arms as if there was nothing wrong at the table, merely raises an eyebrow at the blank look you press onto him. You take it upon yourself to spell it out, slowly counting one, two, three, four; Sehyeun, Siwan, Hyunwoo, you with your finger to make it clear. Blinking up at Sunchul again, you smile. “Hyung. There's four of us.”

“I don't want to drink tonight.” Sehyeun unhelpfully adds, inevitably falling on deaf ears.

“You're the only person who wants a bottle for one each. Damn alcoholic.” Sunchul flicks your forehead, to which you respond by acting as if he shot you with a gun. “Besides, I did say nothing for you on my tab.”

“Wha—” You slam your fist on the table in genuine offense, glasses clanking, and Hyunwoo needing to hold the salt shaker so it doesn't slip off the table. “But hyung! I went to all my classes today!”

“You’re an university student,” Sunchul folds his arms over his chest again. “You're supposed to attend your classes.”

“Do you hate me and want me to die?”

“You won't die just because you don't drink for one night.”

“She might.” Siwan quips, flicking off the cap of the beverage with his finger. “You never know with her. I certainly don't. Especially how she managed to have a crush on Phi Hanwool, all people.” He pours himself a glass, ignoring Sehyeun’s fuss over it.

“It's not a crush, hello?” You attempt to defend yourself, stealing his glass and downing it in one go, almost choking when Siwan fucking pierces his heel down on your foot. Your first instinct is to throw the cup at him, but Sunchul grabs your wrist before you could do so. “I'm going to kill you, Cheon Siwan.”

“You just took my drink!”

“It didn’t have your name on it!”

“I poured it for myself.”

“You don't pour drinks for yourself, Siwan. That's not proper etiquette.”

“You quite literally just drank it without toasting with anyone else.”

“Stop being such a crybaby about etiquettes.”

“You—”

“Settle down.” Sunchul breaks the banter by grabbing both you and Siwan by the back of your collars, far too easily, far too casually, and far too effective. Sehyeun and Hyunwoo snickers at the way you both can only blink speechlessly. “Stop fighting all the damn time. You're disturbing the other customers."

“He started it.” You argue, trying to put yourself in the right.

“I did not.” Siwan hisses.

The two of you immediately fall quiet again when Sunchul tightens his grip. Like obedient cats.

“Hyung, what was the occasion for treating us to drinks?” Sehyeun chimes in like the good amidst evil he is, receiving thankful blinks when Sunchul drops his hold on you and Siwan. “What are we waiting for?”

“Well.” Sunchul scratches his nape, stealing a cautious look at Hyunwoo, who raises an eyebrow at the hesitance from the older. “About that—”

A black tray is set down on the table; filled with the usual order for the group; The Chinatown Special. And the world stills. Curious eyes trail from the mass of grub, to the rubber gloved hands of the waiter, along the red apron with the print of Bul-Yeou’s logo at the front, up to the desolate vast grey that dimmed of certainty and vain, before recognition phases through the haze. Then it clicks, and the boys’ jaws slacken. It is Hyunwoo who shrieks,

“Park Gunyeop!?”

“Who?” You ask, again. You are beginning to regret not having gone to Yuseung, because this was just getting ridiculous.

“[F/n].” Sunchul trails off, wrapping an arm around the ‘Park Gunyeop’, and patting his shoulder. You saw past the faux casualty of his action, cringing at the buried awkwardness from the hyung. “Meet Park Gunyeob. He was a junior at Yuseung, same year as these guys.” A pause, for the dramatics, and for a moment to let everyone blink. “And the new worker here at Bul-Yeou.”

“Nice to meet you.” Gunyeop mutters, bowing slightly specifically to you, and only you it seems.

“Hyung,” Siwan starts immediately, nearly pointing at Gunyeop with a finger before immediately taking an unopened soju decanter, and holding it up so it's doing the directing for him instead. “He's the junior you said you were going to help out?”

“Yeah, basically.” Sunchul shrugs, letting his arm around the younger’s shoulder fall; feeling the action to be a little too gauche. “There's really no other juniors left at Yonsei for me to help out.”

“This is,” Sehyeun swallows, an awkward lump forced down his throat, and an equally awkward chuckle slipping past his lips. “Quite the, uh, surprise.”

“Thoroughly unwelcomed.” Hyunwoo adds, the slightest of a glare on his eyes as he watches the impassiveness of Gunyeop while chewing on his inner cheek.

You find yourself observing; listening to the pitch of your boys’ voice with words, and their variants of reactions to the sudden reunion at your designated spot akin home, and noticing something quite sombre for the mind.

You believe you know a thing or two about human behaviour, having tragedised into building a weapon over it. How the crest and trough of voices decipher and immortalise the resolve hidden behind it, the edges of the gazes that see all but nothing at all dragging through the gutter, and the lips that spews out choruses that betrays the mind before the sanctity of it holds true; all is known to the one who hears. There are graveyards in the eyes of some, cadaver rotting behind the pupils with woeful ache bruised purple and grey—and you find it in Gunyeop, with his eyes pouring dull that weighs his shoulders heavy.

“Oh boy.” You blurt out, once again stealing the drink that Siwan was pouring for himself, and chugging it down while continuing to watch every little emotion that chipped past everything on your junior's face. “You have that dead look in your eyes that I've only seen adults have.”

Gunyeob’s expression does flinch at that, despite the attempts to bury it deep. His eyebrows furrow, and a question peeks through. “What do you—”

“Alright!” You suddenly exclaim, standing up abruptly with a loud drag of your chair, evoking surprise onto everyone's faces and nerves. Your grin stretches far too wide, and your objective ringing clear in your head. “So, it's your first day at the job, Gunyeop-ah?"

“Hah?” Siwan chimes in unhelpfully.

“Huh?” Gunyeob parrots him, a little more dumbfounded than Siwan at the moment. “Well, yeah, it's my first day. My first job too, for that matter.”

“That's brilliant!” You take the liquor bottle from Siwan’s hands, pulling up the sleeves of your shirt as you ignore his strings of curses. You hit the bottom of the soju with your elbow, swiftly whisking your wrist to outline the thalassic whirlwind inside the decanter, before easily flicking the cap off with your finger, just as previously done before. “Here you go, Gunyeop-ah.” You pour a glass, fill it to the brim, and pass it to the confused junior.

Gunyeop takes the alcohol handed to him, not because he wanted to, but because he is still polite enough to not refuse a senior, and he cannot quite grasp what is happening, and why you're the one spurting drinks for all the others too, and why Sunchul is also easily taking the drink despite still being on his shift, and how you're holding the whole ass bottle up instead of pouring yourself a glass too. And why you're smiling at him like how his mother would when she used to talk about her favourite student back in High School. A wave of something irks him, but it gushes out calm. “What…”

“A toast to Gunyeop!” You cheer, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to which he staggers as he needs to crouch a little, holding forward your drink for a celebration. “For his first day at the job, and for being stuck serving us for as long as he works here!”

Huffed laughter and rolled eyes with no choice of endearment follows after your words, through reluctance to forgive, and memories that leak fresh of cuffed fists, your bottle is met with youth pressed together in the form of reprise and reliving; glasses clanking against one another to form a melody of path chosen to stray or to lead, all up to the beholder and the one who dares to grasp. Everyone drinks the first cup for the night, and the moon hangs comfort over the crown of her people.

“Am I on grill duty for today?” Hyunwoo asks, slamming his glass down on the table, and getting ready to start having the long awaited dinner. There's a bit of anger left at his teeth, but there is also always room for meat from the grill, and understanding through time. “I did it yesterday.”

“I'll do it.” Sehyeun offers, already knowing that Siwan was not going to offer. Siwan cackles, wrapping his arm around the other’s and singing a ‘thank you’ in a manner that pisses off the spiky-haired greatly. He points the steel tong at Hyunwoo, a sneaky little smirk on his lips. “You're on noona duty tonight, be prepared to pour drinks infinitely.”

“FUCK.”

Gunyeop does not know when to blink, or which of anything to question. But it all dies at his tongue when you suddenly feed him the pork bit of the tangsuyuk from your table, chewing at it absentmindedly as you do the same for Sunchul. He looks at the senior, who merely shakes his head to reassure him that it's normal, that they feed him while he's working all the time, and that it's happened far too often that it's already overlooked by the staffs. Gunyeop thinks you're a little weird, but there's a ringing in his cortex that died down upon the remembrance of someone close to him when he looks at you. He thinks it's stupid.

“Sunbaenim! Three more bottles of soju over here, please!”

THE CORPSE SPEAKS: lol heres chapter one

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READY FOR FAME

ENDING 02 | A LITTLE BIRDIE (KARASU TABITO)

content. smau. pet names lowkey (he makes me so UGRHRGRHRH). flirting ugh barf.

🪶 karasu takes you out to a simple but classy restaurant for a dinner date in the city.

🪶 you wore an adventurous pair of heels because you wanted to impress him but your feet were already sore by the time you reached the venue…

🪶 he offered to carry you when he noticed you were wincing every time you took a step. well not really offered, he just picked you up the second the two of you left the restaurant doors.

🪶 a picture of you went up on social media that night. your arms wrapped around his neck as he easily scooped you off the floor, holding your discarded heels in one of his hands.

🪶 karasu hasn’t always been fond of the media, but he couldn’t stop himself from saving the photo the minute he saw it. for the memories, is what he told himself.

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NOTES. can you guys tell who my fav is… whoopsies

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[heartsrev]

this killed me and healed me at the same time

[deuxmiya]

READY FOR FAME

ENDING 01 | RED RED RED (CHIGIRI HYOMA)

content. smau. you and chigiri are silly. poor poor poor (did I say poor?) attempts at flirting. little extras written below smau pics.

🍅 you actually manage to get chigiri out at 8pm like you said you would (anri tieri does it again!) you guys end up going to a bowling alley. you win btw.

🍅 he attempts to hold hands with you at least three times during your date but completely misses each time due to poor timing or chickening out.

🍅 eventually (without even realising he was trying to already) you take a hold of his hand, casually swinging it back and forth as the two of you walked along. his heart imploded.

🍅 chigiri let’s otoya and karasu come out of the bllk facility to visit you before you leave. (not letting them get too close obviously)

🍅 you give him a kiss on the cheek as good luck with the U-20s worlds cup. his face blushes deep red and he stammers as he wishes you a goodbye.

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NOTES. the end is here 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ thank you all!!!

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[heartsrev]

genuinely made me believe in love again

[deuxmiya]

NO CURE FOR THIS FT. RIN ITOSHI

rin itoshi x magical girl!reader

you are the last person on this planet who wants to be a magical girl. rin is the first person who agrees. he just doesn’t exactly know who you are. yet.

cw: smau hybrid. magical girl alternate universe. rin attends highschool regularly, no bllk. slow burn (kinda). shoujo girl incidents. romantic comedy. fluff.

status: ongoing, apply for taglist under this post (5/50)

神様はじめました hanae / like a raspberry 宇宙ネコ子 / let me be with you round table / doughnut twice / おつかれSUMMER hancali / karma rubyeye / shissou last alliance / いかすぜ! pearl brothers | angelkisses.mp3

INTRODUCTIONS: GET DOWN MR PRESIDENT / OPERATION: ANGEL

prologue: magical encounter (boy meets girl) one: I don’t wanna be a magical girl! two: japan’s sole saviour three: super somnambulance four: TBA five: TBA

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NOTES. teehee new series that I’ve had in my drafts for a while… let’s see where this goes…

# @mmondiz @love-and-w3r @heartsrev @veyyluvezcats @jazfartz2

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lives are about to be changed

[deuxmiya]

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CHAPTER 10 | THE WORLD TOUR

ft. chigiri, karasu, otoya, aiku, sendou

content. smau + written part. wc 2.3k. crude humor, kms jokes. a little corny or whatever.

Your voice rings across the arena speakers as thousands of fans call out your name. As of this moment, the world lies beneath your feet and true to your name, you were ready to take it by storm. A sea of phone flashlights and glow sticks lay ahead of you, as if the stars had fallen from the sky. Constellations formed from your audience with Orion’s Belt dancing along right in front of your eyes. Adrenaline ran through your body in this instant more than blood did, your heart pumping the weight of lyrics ready to flow and spew from your lips. They are caught by your teeth, barred in a wide pearly smile as you walk across the stage.

When you spot Sendou in the crowd sporting a “I LOVE Y/N” shirt with a large red heart with your face smacked in the middle of it you have to stifle a laugh and pray that your microphone doesn’t pic it up. He cheers, swinging around a giant poster with albeit, a rather ugly photo of you plastered right across it. Your smile grows wider when you see Aiku next to him, in a matching tee, pumping his hands and yelling your name. You give them a wave as you run across the front row, extending your hands for fans to high-five.

Standing not too far from your best friends, right in front of centre stage were Chigiri, Karasu and Otoya. The three misfits who had managed to sneak their way in your life after a series of coincidences and a couple rounds of karaoke in Shibuya. You grin as you waltz by them, throwing them a little wink as you return to your position as the song’s beat begins to slow down.

The crowd surges, standing on the tips of their toes in anticipation. There’s a pause. The beat falls, as if descending from the heavens and then, your voice rasps out. Deep, lulling, a call that rings out across Japan. You shake the country in your wake and stir the hearts of listeners from all around.

Lines of rap ripple across the crowd who all chant along with you. It pulses through the ground and echoes out in the air. Your voice laced with pride, resonated throughout the entire stadium. Bounding off the walls and through the sound system. Your sound was all that could be heard for miles, like a mantra you brought the world to life.

“Thank you Japan!” You scream and they scream back. Your opening song slows, the bass drops back and there is a low hum that travels across the stage. A single guitar note is played, it’s scratchy high pitched and neck turning. The crowd riots, recognising the riff of notes being shredded by your guitarist. You point a finger to the crowd, but you know exactly who it’s pointing to. All the three boys can do is stare, unblinking and breathless. You whisper into the mic slowly, a soft smile growing on your lips. “This one’s for you.”

The audience explodes, reaching out to you as you descend the steps to the walkway once more. Different people, all listeners of your art. It makes your heart swell in your chest, beating of pure passion and just a little bit of ego. After all, how are you going to make it without a little sense knowing that you will?

Everyone yells for you that night, and you respond just as loud. Pouring your heart out into every line like your life depended on it. Words tumble from your mouth like water, gliding by your teeth that you couldn’t help but grin with. You were riveting. You move the crowd and the ground beneath them with ease as the rhythm lurches with every syllable that rolls from your tongue. Each person in the crowd tonight was alive, running high on the same adrenaline and nerves that circled your entire being. You glowed under the red lights, beams refracting off your skin and into the mesmerised crowd.

They all call your name. And tonight, you abide by their wishes.

Chigiri couldn’t stop the thundering of his heart in his chest as he was being escorted backstage by a set of security guards. He couldn’t help the way it basically lurched, waiting to leap from his throat the second he saw you. He wasn’t prepared and oh, was he right.

Otoya and Karasu stood right by him, just as nervous as their escorts directed them towards your dressing room. The door swings open, revealing Aiku and Sendou with smiles plastered across their faces. The five of them come to a halt in front of your door.

“Well hello…” Aiku smirks as he eyes the three boys up and down.

“I can’t believe she invited you guys.” Sendou jeers, rolling his eyes, only to be stopped by your voice from behind them.

“Shuto shut up and be nice!”

He deflates into Aiku’s arms, who chuckles as he whines and grumbles something about ‘losing y/n’.

“She’s been waiting on you three.” He shakes his head, pointing at the door with a thumb as he lugs Sendou away. “Don’t keep her waiting.”

Otoya is the only one who is brave enough to even touch the doorknob. His hand lingers, grasped around the brass handle as he looks back to Chigiri and Karasu expectantly.

“Oh my god dude just open it.” Karasu grumbles, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Chigiri thinks he’s going to pass out and maybe throw up at the exact same time out of pure excitement. They’ve all met you before, but this time felt very different.

Otoya scratches his head with a free hand, sighs and then swings the door open in a single breath.

You stand, hand tousled amuck and stray strands of sweat dripping down your neck from your performance. And yet, you bask in this kind of glory that made all their breaths hitch in their throats. It is a slow chain of reaction that spreads across all your faces. Your heart catches in your throat, something lurches in the pit of your stomach. Everything seemed to be under this golden haze of warmth, and you couldn’t stop that small gasp of air that leaves your lips when you turn.

You shuffle from your chair. At first it’s slow, like each step of yours was heavy and calculated. But then your pace quickens, your feet rapidly flutter across the floor, and in the small confines of your dressing room (and minimal room to work with); you throw your arms around them.

They catch you, hoisting you up from the ground as you laugh and smile bigger than your face can bear. Your heart sings, and your mind soars. A type of freedom that felt cooler than wind running through hair.

Karasu is the first to speak, a large chuckle rumbling from deep within his chest. “That excited to see us huh?” He throws you a coy brow, signature smirk stretching across his lips.

“I miss you guys! It’s been ages. Can’t a girl miss her fans?” You tease, sticking your tongue out at the three of them cheekily. Karasu bends over to ruffle your hair.

“Fans?” Chigiri scoffs. Crossing his arms while still in your hold. His brows pinch as he looks at you, drinking you in as if you were some elixir of life. “We’re not just your fans.”

“I’m kidding Chi!” You giggle, squeezing him a little tighter. He groans, ‘attempting’ to swerve you and yet at the same time, never letting your arms slip any further from his sides. You give him an all knowing stare with a sweet smile pulled from cheek to cheek. “You know that.”

“Hmm sure I do…” He rolls his eyes playfully, heat rising to his face. He fizzles up like a fire cracker and is as red as his hair. He can’t take his eyes off of you and the way you moved like the sun had practically kissed you. His heart thunders in his chest and his mind slows, eyes trying to hang onto this vision of you unfolding right in front of him. It felt like spring had blossomed in his lungs and he was fighting to breathe after taking too much of you in. He sighs, a soft stream of air finally leaving his lips as he brings his arms up to hold you in return.

“Hey now what about Toya?” Otoya whines, interrupting Chigiri’s mercurial daydream. He slings an arm over you, and by extension Chigiri, tugging the both of you in for a bone crushing hug. You laugh, Chigiri groans. “Where’s my hug?”

“I was literally just hugging all three of you.” You snicker, wriggling your way out of his headlock of a hug to breathe. You look up at him with a wide grin that he returns instantly. He ruffles your hair with a closed fist, knuckles digging lightly into your scalp. Chigiri almost growls, heaving Otoya’s entire body weight off of him with a sharp scowl. The four of you slip into a chain of giggles.

“Wait, I still can’t believe I'm back,” You pull back from them, cheeks beginning to feel sore after smiling so hard. You exhale, finally feeling the fatigue of the concert pulling down at the skin under your eyes. You bite back a yawn as you shake your head.

“You right there sweetheart?” Karasu raises a brow, arms folded against his chest.

“Perfect,” You nod, another yawn clambers up your throat. “Just tired from performing all night.”

“Well I’d say that’s more than fair.” He nods, pushing away a stray strand of your hair that clung against your shoulder. He breaks out into another subtle smirk, looking down at you. “Need us to get out of here?”

“No!” You quip back immediately, shaking your head to the point where it might spin off. “I just need some food in my system. Trust.”

“Speaking of though,” You look at all of them before starting again. “You guys hungry?”

“I could eat.” Karasu nods.

“Me too.” Chigiri smiles softly.

“Well if you’re offering…” Otoya smirks while nodding before his stomach lets out a low grumble.

You press your lips together as you choke on a cackle that attempts to leave your lips. Chigiri looks at him increasingly, grimacing while Karasu just shakes his head in disbelief. You’re laughing now, almost doubled over as Otoya stands there with his arms raised in a shrug.

“What? A man’s gotta eat.”

“We literally ate before we came here.” Chigiri flicks his forehead, and Otoya pouts, swatting the red head's hand away.

“Hey! You guys said you could eat!” He retorts in defense.

“We were being polite dude.” Karasu chuckles, patting Otoya’s shoulders as he slumps in defeat. He isn’t down for long though, jumping back up to defend himself.

“Well [Name] asked if I was hungry and I am. I’m not a liar.”

You, still coming down from your little high, tumble into another pitfall of laughter. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you try to speak through your fit of wheezes. “Okay… it’s fine… I’m going to take you guys out.”

“You are?” Chigiri says with so much enthusiasm you think for a second he’s sparkling.

“Yes I am Chi, only if you guys want too though. I get it if you guys wanna go back to train or sleep on time.”

“Sleep? What are we a bunch of losers?” Otoya slings an arm around you, pointing at himself.

“Why the hell would we say no?” Karasu looks at your with raised brows.

“Well my bad.” You shrug, throwing your hands up. “I thought you guys are taking every moment you can to prepare for U-20s.”

“Yeah, but why would we not want to hang out with you?” Chigiri speaks up, arms crossed as he stares straight at you. He looks at you, really looks, and suddenly everything feels a little lighter.

Your heartbeat skips under his words and gaze, blush spreading across your face like a heatwave that clings relentlessly to your skin. You practically chew on your tongue to quit yourself from gawking in the moment. His words strike a chord deep within you that you didn’t even know existed. They ring out in your head like a stupid mantra, reminding you of the presence of who you were with. Your lips curve upwards, not a lot, but enough, cheeks tinged a rosy pink as you whisper out softly. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank us.” Karasu shakes his head yet again, like that’s what he was made to do. He looks down at you with another toothy grin and you can’t help but beam back.

Otoya’s stomach lets out another growl and you all turn your heads over to him. He stands, arms crossed behind his head as he whistles an odd set of notes. “So about food…”

“Dude…” Chigiri deadpans at him.

“Alright, let’s get some food in our stomachs.” You shake your head as you push the three of them out the door. They let you do so, filing out of the dressing room as they each nod with smiles decorating their faces. They look back to you once they fill out the hallway, your heart jumps out as you go to catch up behind them. One foot in front of the other, without looking back. “How do you guys feel about Korean barbecue?”

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NOTES. AND ITS A WRAP HERE TOO!!! thank you so much for sticking around. I’m so so sorry for how late this chapter was released… alternate ending chapters will be released very soon. thank you for all your support and love for this series.

deuxmiya © 🐇

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everyone say thank you tsai miya for never failing to deliver despite not being pregnant or a postman!!!!

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ON THE CAMPUS II.

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PROBLEM CHILDS.

HANWOOL PHI; played by WOOMIN CHA.

21. 2nd year, Yonsei University. Business (major), Accountings (minor), Applied Mathematics (minor), Computer Science (elective), Psychology (elective). Big brother of Hansol Phi. Black coffee for breakfast, really. "All of this could've been an email". And his heart is the moon, or whatever Eminem said.

AND

MINHWAN MA; played by SEOHOO BAEK.

21. 2nd year, Yonsei University. Mechanical Engineering (major), Finance (minor). Cheeky smile with the worst idea spilling from his lips. Walked so Satan could run. Instigator 2. God will strike him down any time soon.

ALONG WITH THE REST OF THE CAST.

AHSUNG HONG. 21, 2nd year, Yonsei University, [F/n]'s dormmate.

MOOGYU CHOI. 21, 2nd Year, Yonsei University, grocery buyer for Ahsung (and [F/n] basically).

GAMIN YOON, JUN LEE, HEEWON CHOI, JIWOO LEE. 20, 1st years, Seoul National University. Never lets Sehyeun forget that he is a traitor for going to Yonsei.

THE CORPSE SPEAKS: lets get this bread.

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ON THE CAMPUS I.

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THE CHINATOWN TRIO (CHINATRIOWN).

[FIRST NAME] [LAST NAME]; played by [YOU].

21. 2nd year, Yonsei University. Disciple of Master Hong; the Tai Chi Dojo. Aerospace Engineering (major), Accountings (minor). Lives laughs loves drinking; liver cancer fears her. The space-bound rocketship that Eminem was talking about.

AND

SIWAN CHEON; played by HYUNWOOK CHOI.

20. 1st year, Yonsei University. Disciple of Master Youngchun; the Wing Chun Dojo. Performing Arts (major), Computer Science (minor). Does not gossip, just replays information he hears. Rookie actor on a break after wrapping up the filming for his first drama appearance.

AND

SUNCHUL KIM; played by YEONWOO JOO.

22. 3rd year, Yonsei University (scholarship). Disciple of Master Gong; the Tiger Fist Dojo. Language History (major), Philosophy (minor), Economics (elective). Looking forward to seeing a day where neither the triown or the study group bothers him. Taylor Swift probably sings about him.

HONORARY CHINATRIOWN MEMBERS.

SEHYEUN KIM; played by JONGHYUN LEE. 20, 1st year, Yonsei University (scholarship), adopted by the triown. Favorite emote to throw at any minor inconvenience is strangling himself.

HYUNWOO LEE; played by YOONHO PARK. 20, 1st year, Seoul National University, somehow just became a part of the triown. He sighs before partaking in the reason for the sigh.

AT BUL-YEOU BARBEQUE. The designated hangout spot; where flames and the scents of grills start to be adjacent of home.

TAEHYA YEOU, GUNYEOB PARK. 20, 1st years, Yonsei University, it cannot be helped that [F/n] loves spoiling her juniors. THE SEQUEL/SPIN-OFF: ALONE WITH YOU (coming soon).

THE CORPSE SPEAKS: are we getting this bread yet or what

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GO AHEAD, ACT A FOOL IN IT ℘ PHI HANWOOL

SYNOPSIS: there's a drop-dead gorgeous guy in your accountings class which you rarely attend. At the cost of your laptop, black coffee spilt far too many times, and principles involved in flight dynamics, it's safe to say that you might even be falling in love.

OR, a series of unfortunate events that inevitably wooed a campus crush.

CW: university AU. socmed + writing hybrid. fluff, ijbolities, crack treated as crack. slice of life. kys/kms jokes, terrible jokes, banter. reader is a loser with a crush lowkey. jealousy. horrible decisions. fighting. children trying to find their path in life (if you squint). drinking and smoking, the author does not advice or promote such things.

PLAYLIST 𝄞 party rock anthem, lmfao / no. 1 party anthem, arctic monkeys / still take you home, arctic monkeys / be my baby, the ronettes / baby, i love you, the ronettes / heavy, the marias / ay no puedo, the marias / seoul city, jennie / thinkin bout you, frank ocean / super rich kids, frank ocean / sorry for party rocking, lmfao.

INTRODUCTION.

ON THE CAMPUS I & II

CHAPTERS.

ONE: AND THE FINE ASS GUY WAS...?

TWO: WHEN LIFE SPILLS COFFEE ON YOU.

THREE: [REDACTED].

STATUS: ONGOING. 290825 ── 000000.

TAGLIST: apply under this post only!

THE CORPSE SPEAKS: just me and my fine shyt (going on his redemption arc rn trust me) against the world, and phi yeonbaek.

★ all rights reserved. do not copy, repost, or translate my works. do not feed my works to AI.

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LOVE RADIO FM PRESENTS: STARGUNNING ⟢ ⋆ back to the masterlist switch to OM27 RADIO.

🎙️STARGUNNING is a podcast made by y/n l/n and atsumu miya. only on apple podcasts!

🎙️despite of making a podcast together, they do NOT live together: y/n lives with her roommates (CENSORED) and (CENSORED) & atsumu miya currently lives by himself!

🎙️i’m making covid a real thing in this series and say that stargunning was made back in 2021, the year where atsumu got covid and y/n did not. they bonded over their experiences with staying inside at home and next thing you know, stargunning bloomed from there.

🎙️genre of the podcast is comedy slash culture slash lifestyle but it’s mainly just late night thoughts smushed into the microphone.

wanna get tagged? go to the masterlist first! @adidistupipi @suareads @browneyesandrosycheeks @reidsworld @realrintaro @msbysuperfan @kissunday

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how cpuld something so brilliant just be posted on the tumblr app RAHH

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LOVE RADIO FM -> osamu miya: a successful radio host with the best music taste in the world, just found out that his brother has a podcast? now who could that boy be talking about? and who’s the girl next to him?

on this episode: all characters are in their 20s, alcohol consumption, implied sexual activities, podcasts (jk), radios (srs), SO. MANY. SITUATIONSHIPS. atsumu miya is the sexy roommate in this. ONGOING - ask on this post to be added to the taglist (?/50)

STARGUNNING · OM27 RADIO · SUPPORTING

EP 1 : BACK IN BUSINESS

EP 2 : ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

a omeuzitos works, do not copy, repost or copy any of my works. do not also feed it to ai.

[heartsrev]

THE BAR JUST DROPPED A BANGER OH GOD

[anxeious]

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GOOD GIRL GONE BAD ,, KOHANE AZUSAWA

syn : the one and only vivid bad concert you’ve gone to has got you feeling some sort of way, especially towards the blonde haired girl. contains : akian if you squint, ultra c kohane. reader is a producer and not a “singer” and more to include! rina’s notes : no thoughts just ultra c kohane occupying my head 24/7

brown coloured fur coats rested lazily on her slim yet elegant shoulders, cerise tinted glasses blinding her eyesight, her fresh hair cut with the shape of a jellyfish intensified her appearance, her outfit containing massive holes on her legs accompanied with a leather skirt that reached just above her knees; ladies and gentlemen…

kohane azusawa was once a girl that was best friends with fear; she won’t leave the girl in long pigtails alone in her room when all she ever wanted was to be free with the world. but what kohane ever wanted was the same old confidence, selfishness and boldness that she would witness. she’s seen it in an, her longtime partner who believed in her before she believed in herself; she’s seen it in akito, the guy who wanted to challenge her in order to make a point (even if he disliked her in the first place) and she’s seen it in toya, a boy stray who wanted to crave his own path, a path of self-liberation and honesty.

and because of need to believe in herself, she looms over everyone with her appearance, and yet she shines: her stage presence is over the moon with every breathe that she takes in, her singing has never been better than to what is it now with the way she carries herself, the high notes alongside with the choreography didn’t even seem waver like earlier today in rehearsal with sweat dripping down her forehead — she’s free from being shy and anxious and if anything, she’s the opposite now.

and that’s what makes you so infatuated with her.

you were (without a doubt) a fan of Vivid BAD SQUAD: you were there at a much younger age seeing the unforgettable event of Rad Weekend, you were a frequent customer back in Ken’s cafe, Weekend Garage and you made a name for yourself alongside with the duo BAD DOGS (who you also admire) and groups like EVER in terms of lyricism and music production.

you never, however, made an attempt to put out grand live performances like the others: you’re more of the underground operator, controlling what goes in and what goes out of the places.

meeting kohane for the first time was when toya wanted help to compose a song together before the summer could arrive; his set of headphones attached to him like super glue and your fingers navigated him through the pitch correctors and sound manipulations, a guide is what you merely were, and that didn’t sound too bad after all!

too bad that one mischievous offer toya offered made your mind to be blown away by his group.

words couldn’t describe how amazed and proud this was: a more or less decent venue with a capacity of 1.5K people created such an intense atmosphere, you prayed that you would be at least made it out alive. there was no tranquility or breezy bullshit in there: only the best of the best could ever compete and Vivid BAD SQUAD surely put out a performance like never before.

each member was able to recognise you from the crowd, an being the first one and the toothy smile surely gave it away. toya, being the second one out of the group, tipped his heat during his little solo section and winked playfully before resuming his cue. and akito only smirking while dancing with an, a hand guiding her ever so casually.

but now, let’s go and give kohane a little push of encouragement, shall we?

[heartsrev]

SOMEONE CALL PTA BECAUSE MY GOAT JUST MADE A BANGER

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CHARACTER PROFILES: CIBO MATTO 1999! masterlist · next

Y/N L/N will play the role of MIHO HATORI — cibo matto’s lead vocalist, occasional producer, playing on percussion & acoustic guitar. co-founder of cibo matto. speaks in multiple languages: (in order) japanese -> english -> french -> italian !!! would love to learn more in future! public resources say that she has an eye for a certain bandmate of hers … ♡ alongside with a podcast host… ♡

SHIMIZU KIYOKO will play the role of YUKA HONDA — cibo matto’s producer, sampler, sequencer, playing on the keyboard, piano, organ, synthesizer, harpsichord, and doing backing vocals. the other co-founder of cibo matto. initially part of a printing company but her love for graphic design only grew and she eventually got tired of her regular job (luckily she got fired by her boss before she could say that she wanted to quit).

TETSUROU KUROO will play the role of TIMO ELLIS — on the drums, percussion, bass guitar, electric and acoustic guitar, and doing backing vocals.

EITA SEMI will play the role of SEAN LENNON — bass guitar, electric guitar, 12-string acoustic guitar, drums, percussion, synthesizer, backing vocals. this band isn’t his first one and it surely won’t be the last!

ARAN OJIRO will play the role of DUMA LOVE — playing percussion, lead & backing vocals, turntable, can beat box! generally speaking, not really part of the official lineup but more of a special guest to the band! only worked on the album STEREOTYPE ★ A before leaving to live somewhere closer to his loved one… ♡

they all live together 😭😭😭 in some 5 bedroom apartment 😭😭😭 (are those even a thing)

this is 5 months in after the prologue which will be released after i do the cast of this series!

city of god is actually my favourite film of all time, watch it if you haven’t already

there was no wiki page for duma love LMFAO

where the hell did the podcast host even come from…

there’ll be no official playlist since this series is revolved around cibo matto’s discography (lies)

slide 9 = art is made by pajamabou on twitter

sorry! you can’t only be added if you ask to be tagged on the masterlist only! anyone asking anywhere else will be asked to go to the masterlist!

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RAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

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PLAY ME ANYWAY ft. KIYOKO SHIMIZU!

🎤 : she formed a band because she wanted to make some graphic posters. and she joined because she was a walking translator. thus… ladies and gents, give it up for cibo matto!

🎹 : strangers that turn into bandmates that turn into friends that turn into lovers! timeline is here is… confusing! cibo matto’s active-ness was turning the 90s but this series will make modern day references, so we’re setting this in today’s world! fluff but then angst. like HEAVY angst. smau & writing hybrid series, coming theatres near you!

ROLL CALL: CIBO MATTO 1999! | STRAIGHT OUT OF PURGATORY |LAST MINUTE CASTING

but wait, it’s very boring not knowing about the origin of the band, isn’t it? well fret no more! let’s take a trip down memory lane and dive into the story behind hit band cibo matto!

one: tell me what the fuss is all about two: keep me company three: kiyoko, the instrumentalist four: shut it tom five: can computers fall in love or is that pure bullshit? six: boy i’m drinking seven: permission to be a bitch your honour eight: anywhere but in the studio nine: grinding ten: VIVA! LA WOMAN. eleven: MSG (live at ???) twelve: friend of a friend thirteen: let’s talk numbers fourteen: subway girl fifteen: fresh meat sixteen: a written manifesto seventeen: dysmorphia eighteen: situationship is just growing nineteen: to be yet applied twenty: STEREOTYPE A. twenty-one: twenty-two: twenty-three: twenty-four: twenty-five: twenty-six: twenty-seven: twenty-eight: twenty-nine: thirty: HOTEL VALENTINE epilogue: separated, yet again alternative epilogue: or are we still talking?

ERAS: PRE-CIBO MATTO VIVA! LA WOMAN SUPER RELAX STEREOTYPE A HOTEL VALENTINE

[heartsrev]

THIS IS THAT GENERATIONAL RUN THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT!!! MISS RINA YOU NEVER MISS IM AFRAID!

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cantaloupe island

atsumu miya HATES jazz. unfortunately for him, his brother is starting a new event at his restaurant. live jazz every friday night. even more unfortunately, he’s expected to help out. on the very first friday, word gets out of atsumus hatred, and the groups pianist dedicates herself to making atsumu fall in love. with jazz of course. what else?

atsumu miya x f!reader

warnings/notes: timeskip, kys jokes, lots and lots of jazz references, it comes with the territory sorry! strangers to frenemies (idk weird term) to lovers, language, alcohol, reader plays piano, jazz haters (its truly heartbreaking), smau, lots of grammar mistakes, some maybe purposeful idk yet, some written content, mostly smau though probably, check chapters for any other warnings

taglist: open! send an ask or reply to be added!

status: complete!

intros: the osaka quintet - the goats

one: take the "A" train

two: red clay

three: round midnight

four: tea for two

five: autumn leaves

six: it had to be you