Summary: You didn't know it was possible to fall in love with someone human.
Warnings: one mention of vore, portrayal of sirens might not be accurate to mythology, some cliche lines, author uses the story to project on her own issues, pls tell me if i missed smth
Notes: afab reader, short reader (although only mentioned once), reader has long hair and shark teeth, story takes place in the province, i apologize in advance if some of the scenes are weird they were just way funnier in my head 😭
Part 1
He began by whispering your name, voice shaking ever so slightly, “there’s something I need to tell you.”
You turned to him, eyes wide with curiosity. “What is it?”
Soobin felt his heart race in his chest, but he pushed through the nervousness. “I—” He swallowed hard. “I’ve never felt like this before. I think… I think I’m falling for you.”
His words hung in the air between you, and for a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of the waves crashing softly against the rocks. You didn’t say anything at first, and his stomach tightened, fear creeping up on him. What if you didn’t feel the same way? What if you pushed him away, unable to reciprocate?
But then, your lips curled into a soft smile—one that had once made his heart race with fear, but now made it flutter with something far more tender. You reached out, your fingers brushing his, before folding your hand around his in a gentle, reassuring squeeze.
“I’ve never really understood love,” you started. “But if it’s anything… I think it’s what I feel when I’m with you.”
The words you spoke were so quiet, almost swallowed by the soft lapping of the waves against the shore, but to Soobin, they echoed in his chest like thunder. His heart stuttered, caught between disbelief and something that felt like hope. He couldn’t help but stare at you, his mind racing, trying to process what you’d just said.
You, the mysterious, captivating creature who had made his heart race from the moment he met you, were telling him that what you felt for him was something like love? He had never been good at reading people, but this—this was different. The sincerity in your voice, the vulnerability in your eyes—it was something he knew was real. He felt your hand still resting in his, warm and tangible, a reminder that this moment wasn’t a dream.
He opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. How could he explain the way his chest tightened, how his mind went blank just thinking about what you had said? His feelings for you had grown so steadily, so naturally over the past few months, and now, hearing you say something like this made everything feel… like it was falling into place.
Instead of speaking, Soobin took your hand in his, squeezing it back with more certainty than he’d ever felt before. He could feel his own heartbeat picking up pace, matching the rhythm of the waves crashing softly against the rocks. You looked at him, your eyes softening even more, and for a long moment, neither of you said anything. The silence between you felt like a promise, a shared understanding that was more powerful than words could express.
Slowly, you leaned forward, the smallest movement, but it felt like everything had shifted. You stopped just inches away from him, and at that moment, Soobin understood. It wasn’t just the words you’d spoken. It was the way you made him feel, the way his heart raced when you smiled at him, the way everything around him seemed to fall away when you were near.
He finally closed the distance, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss that tasted like the ocean breeze, like the warmth of the sun sinking below the horizon. And in that kiss, he felt it. The spark of something new, something deep, something that he knew would only grow stronger with time.
As the sun disappeared completely, leaving only the fading light of dusk, Soobin held you close, his heart beating in sync with yours, knowing that this moment, this feeling, was something he would cherish forever. And as the waves whispered their song around you, he couldn’t help but feel like he was exactly where he was meant to be.
One day, Soobin showed up to the cove with an unusual sense of determination, holding something behind his back, looking suspiciously giddy. You eyed him warily as he approached.
“What are you hiding?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.
“Nothing,” he said, far too quickly to be believable. His face, as always, betrayed him. His lips twitched like he was about to burst into laughter at any moment.
“Uh-huh.” You swam closer, tilting your head. “You’ve got that stupid look again. What did you do this time?”
“I don’t have a stupid look!” he protested.
“You always do,” you shot back. “Especially when you’re planning something… like now.”
Soobin huffed but didn’t deny it. Instead, he dramatically revealed what he was holding behind his back—a pair of goggles, a snorkel, and a…fish costume?
You blinked. “What the hell is that?”
“A tail!” he exclaimed, holding up a poorly-made creation like it was a masterpiece. The bright orange material shimmered garishly in the sunlight, complete with unevenly stitched scales and a floppy fin at the bottom. It looked like it was made in a hurry.
“…Why?” was all you could manage to say, still staring at the monstrosity.
“I’m joining you in your world,” he declared. “Because you’re always bragging about your tail,” he said with an exaggerated pout. “So I made my own! Now we match.”
You stared at him. “You’re joking.”
“I’m absolutely not,” he said, grinning ear to ear.
Before you could protest, he clumsily pulled the tail over his legs and waddled into the shallow water. The fabric immediately became waterlogged, sagging heavily as it clung to his legs, and Soobin nearly tripped as he tried to walk.
You slapped a hand over your mouth, but the laugh you were trying to hold in escaped anyway. “Oh my god, you look like a soggy goldfish.”
“Do not disrespect my artistry,” he grumbled, sliding the goggles onto his face. They were slightly too small, pinching the bridge of his nose in a way that made him look like a deep sea creature himself. “But don’t underestimate me. I’ll be the fastest swimmer you’ve ever seen!”
“This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”
“You love it though,” he shot back. Once he was deep enough in the water, he flopped forward with an exaggerated splash, immediately flailing as he “swam” in his costume. He wasn’t moving anywhere, though. Just flapping around like a seal who had given up on life.
“Graceful,” you deadpanned, watching as he splashed water everywhere.
“I’ve got this!” he insisted, his snorkel making him sound even more ridiculous as he tried to speak through it. “I just need—”
Before he could finish, a small wave rolled in and completely knocked him over, sending him somersaulting underwater. He popped up moments later, sputtering and coughing, his goggles askew and his snorkel filled with water.
You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You doubled over laughing, clutching your sides as his attempt at “joining your world” turned into a full-on disaster. “Soobin,” you choked out between fits of laughter, “you’re ridiculous! I can’t—what are humans even good at?”
“Making you laugh, apparently,” he said smugly, though the effect was ruined when the costume started to fall off, leaving him floundering to keep it on.
You wiped tears from your eyes, shaking your head. “I don’t know if I should be impressed or concerned.”
“Be impressed,” he said firmly. “You’re just jealous because I look amazing.”
“You look like a drowned carrot,” you shot back, flicking water at him with your tail.
“I’ll take it,” he said with a laugh, collapsing onto the shore, utterly defeated by his own creation. “I don’t know how you make it look so easy. I think I almost drowned like… five times.”
You swam closer, shaking your head at his sheer audacity. “That’s because you’re a complete idiot, Soobin.”
“Yeah, but I’m your idiot,” he said, grinning cheekily.
For a moment, you considered dunking him underwater for that corny remark. But instead, you just shook your head and smiled.
One particularly calm night, the moon hung high in the sky, casting silver ripples over the ocean’s surface. Soobin sat at the water’s edge, his pants rolled up to his knees, while you floated lazily on your back, your tail flicking in slow, languid movements.
“You know,” he said, tossing a small pebble into the water near you, “I still don’t get how your hair stays perfect in the water. It’s just unfair.”
You turned your head to glance at him, grinning. “Jealous of a siren’s beauty, Soobin? That’s a new low for you.”
“Hey! It’s a valid question,” he shot back. “I look like a drowned rat every time I get near the water, and here you are, all magical and ethereal like it’s nothing. What’s the secret?”
You swam closer, resting your arms on the sand next to him. “It’s not magic,” you teased, flicking water at him. “Maybe you just have bad genes.”
Soobin gasped in mock offense, scrambling back as the water splashed his shirt. “Rude?! I’m offended on behalf of my entire family.”
“Good. They deserve it for producing you.”
Despite your teasing, you couldn’t help but notice how the moonlight softened his features, making him look impossibly gentle as he laughed. The sight of him tugged at your heartstrings.
“You’re staring,” he said suddenly, a smug grin spreading across his face.
“I am not,” you snapped, splashing him again to cover your embarrassment.
“You totally were,” he countered, leaning closer. “It’s okay, though. I mean, I do look this good, so it’s only natural that you fell for me.”
“Oh, please,” you groaned, rolling your eyes. But when his teasing smile softened into something more sincere, you found yourself pausing.
“Am I wrong?” he asked quietly.
Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you considered deflecting, making another joke to keep the moment from becoming too heavy. But instead, you sighed and rested your chin on your folded arms, gazing out at the moonlit waves.
“You’re not wrong,” you admitted softly, the words slipping out before you could overthink them.
His eyes widened slightly, and then that boyish grin of his returned, brighter than ever. “I knew it,” he said, a little too triumphantly.
“Don’t push it,” you warned, but you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips.
As the night wore on, the two of you talked about everything and nothing, from silly human inventions to the mysteries of the deep sea. At one point, Soobin leaned back and stretched out on the sand, patting the spot next to him.
“Come on,” he said, his voice soft. “Let’s look at the stars.”
You hesitated, glancing at the dark expanse of the sky. “I’ve never really paid attention to them before.”
“Then it’s about time you did,” he said, pulling you to lie down with him.
With a quiet sigh, you let yourself onto the sand beside him, your tail glistening under the moonlight. He pointed out constellations you didn’t know the names of, making up ridiculous stories about how they came to be. You laughed so hard at his absurd “hero saves the fish goddess” tale that you accidentally smacked him with your tail.
As the laughter faded into comfortable silence, Soobin tilted his head to look at you, the soft glow of the moon illuminating his face.
“You know,” he said thoughtfully, “if you wanted the moon, I’d pull it out of the sky for you.”
You blinked at him, stunned by the sudden declaration. Then, unable to help yourself, you snorted. “Are humans always this corny?”
He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe. But only when we’re trying to impress someone as amazing as you.”
You rolled your eyes, but a faint blush warmed your cheeks. “If you’re trying to impress me, Soobin, you’re going to have to do better than that.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” he said with a grin. “I’ve got plenty more corny lines where that came from.”
As the two of you lay side by side under the stars, your heart felt light. His words, ridiculous as they were, carried a sincerity that you couldn’t ignore. If only you knew how fleeting these moments would be, you might have held onto them a little tighter. But for now, under the moonlight and beside the boy who made your world feel a little less lonely, everything felt just right.
The moon had just risen when you returned home, the weight of the evening still resting heavily on your chest. The cove, Soobin’s smile, the way he put his arm around you—everything lingered in your mind.
But as you entered the underwater cave, the familiar warmth of home didn’t feel as comforting as usual. Your sister, eyes narrowed in suspicion, was waiting for you by the entrance, her gaze sharp like a hawk’s. Her face was unreadable, but you could tell she was concerned—maybe even angry.
“You’re late,” she called out when she saw you approaching, her voice tinged with something you couldn’t quite place.
You barely registered her words, still thinking about your meeting with Soobin. But when you didn’t answer immediately, she stood up, her movements sharp. “What’s going on with you?”
Her question snapped you out of your trance, and you tried to shake off the strange unease creeping up your spine. You hesitated for a moment. You couldn’t keep hiding it. You took a deep breath and swam towards her, knowing what was coming but still not ready for the conversation you were about to have.
“His name is Soobin,” you said, trying to sound casual, though your heart thudded with anxiety. “He’s just a human. I… I like him. I trust him.” You could feel the heat of your own words, the truth of them sinking in. “He’s just… someone I want to spend time with.”
Your sister’s eyes flickered with something like recognition, but she didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she turned and paced, her voice echoing against the walls of the cave. “You know the risk, right? You know what happens when we let humans get too close to us.”
“We aren’t that close. Everything is fine.”
Her eyes darkened. “You think this is harmless? That just because he’s kind, just because you feel something, it’s okay?” She shook her head, her expression a mixture of fear and frustration. “You’re forgetting what we are. What we were cursed to become.”
You frowned. “What do you mean? I’m not doing anything wrong.”
“I’ve told you this before,” she began, her voice growing serious. “You’ve heard the stories. Our ancestors put a curse on any human who gets too close to a siren. You remember that, don’t you?”
You frowned, refusing to let her words sink in. “A curse? It’s just an old myth. It isn’t true. Soobin’s different. He’s—”
“No,” she cut you off, her voice firm and full of conviction. “It’s happened before, and it always ends the same way. The moment you let a human get too close, when they fall in love with us or vice versa, they begin to lose themselves. Slowly, they change. It starts small—webbed feet, scales that grow under their skin. But it doesn’t stop there.”
You felt your body grow cold as she continued, her words sending a chill through you.
“They turn into one of us. A siren. But they lose everything. Their memories, their humanity—it all disappears. They forget what it was like to be human. They become monsters, driven only by hunger and need for the sea. Our ancestors did it to protect us, so humans wouldn’t take from the sea anymore.”
You swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in your throat. “That’s… You’re wrong. Soobin won’t change.” But even as you said it, doubt gnawed at you. Could something like that really happen?
Your sister’s eyes softened with a mix of sympathy and warning. “I don’t want to see you hurt. Please, just think carefully. You don’t know what this could do to him. And to you.”
You shook your head, trying to push the fear aside. “I won’t let anything happen to him. He isn’t gonna change. I don’t believe in this shit.”
But as you turned and left, her words echoed in your mind. It felt like something was creeping up on you both, and it was only a matter of time before you realized the truth.
As the days passed and your meetings with Soobin became more frequent, a creeping sense of unease began to grow within you. At first, you thought it was nothing—a product of stress, or just exhaustion. But the changes didn’t stop. His eyes seemed to darken at the edges, and there was a slight stiffness to his walk, as though his feet had begun to feel heavier.
One evening, as you both sat by the water, Soobin paused mid-sentence, his gaze dropping to his hands. “Do you… do you ever feel like something’s off?” he asked, his voice quiet, almost uncertain.
You furrowed your brow. “What do you mean?”
He reached down, slipping off his shoes and rolling up his pants, revealing his feet. You gasped as you saw the subtle webbing beginning to form between his toes, almost like fine, translucent threads, barely visible but undeniably there.
He looked at you. “What’s happening to me?”
“It’s real,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “The curse is real.”
You could feel your chest tightening, your own fear rising like an untamed wave. You took a slow breath, trying to steady your hands as you gently touched the growing webbing between his toes. “It’s a curse that binds us sirens,” you said. “The one that turns humans into something else when they get too close.”
He blinked at you, as if trying to process the words. “A curse? But, we’ve been meeting for weeks now… How is this only happening now?”
“The closer we get,” you explained, feeling your voice tremble with the weight of the truth, “the more you change. At first, it’s small—a little webbing, a few scales. But it will only get worse until you… lose yourself completely. And when that happens, you’ll become like us. A siren. But you won’t be you anymore. Just a shadow of who you were.”
Soobin looked down at his feet again, his brow furrowing as he examined the webbing. “But if I turn into a siren…” His voice was quieter now, more thoughtful. “I’ll still be with you. I’ll still get to see you every day, right?”
Your heart twisted at his words. He was so hopeful, so willing to accept this fate just to be close to you. You reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder, but your heart felt like it was shattering at the thought of what you had to say.
“No.” The word came out more firmly than you had expected, though it left a bitter taste on your tongue. “You don’t understand. You can’t just become one of us. If you turn into a siren, you’ll lose everything that makes you… you.”
“But then I’ll be with you,” Soobin said again, his eyes searching yours with a mixture of hope and desperation. “That’s all that matters to me.”
You shook your head, moving back as a heavy silence fell between you. “No, Soobin. It’s not all that matters. You can’t just leave your life behind for me. You have friends. You have a family. Beomgyu… They need you too.”
He opened his mouth to argue, but you raised your hand, stopping him. “You can’t give up everything for me. If you let this curse take you, you’ll become something… someone else. Even I won’t be able to recognize you anymore.”
Soobin stared down at his webbed feet, his voice trembling. “Isn’t there a way to break the curse?”
You shook your head, heart aching as you spoke. “No, Soobin. There’s no way.”
He looked at you, desperate. “What about… true love? Can’t that break it?”
You scoffed, “True love?” A bitter laugh escaped your lips. “Do you think we’re in some sort of fairytale?”
The silence that followed was suffocating. Soobin didn’t say anything for a long moment, his face clouded with contemplation, as if trying to reconcile the choice that lay before him. Then, finally, he asked in a quiet, uncertain voice, “So what do we do now?”
The question hit you like a slap, and you could feel your throat tightening. There was only one answer you could give, and it was the hardest one you had ever said.
“I… I have to leave you.” Your voice cracked, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you spoke. “If we keep seeing each other, it’ll only get worse. You’ll lose yourself, and I can’t let that happen to you. You need to go back to your life.”
Soobin’s face faltered, and for a brief moment, you saw the confusion, the hurt, and the desperation in his eyes. But he didn’t speak. He just sat there, silent and still, his gaze on you as if he was hoping for you to change your mind, to tell him that everything would be okay.
But you couldn’t.
You turned away, your heart breaking. “I’m sorry, Soobin. I’m so sorry.”
Soobin’s voice was shaky as he asked, “Will we see each other again?”
You hesitated, his question pulling you back to the moment you first met. Back then, it hardly mattered when he asked it—but now, that same question carried the weight of everything.
“No,” you finally said, your voice breaking. “Your feet will return back to normal eventually, so don’t worry. But I won’t let it get worse for you.”
He stepped closer, forcing you to face him, his eyes searching yours. The raw pain in his gaze made tears spill down your cheeks, unbidden.
“Don’t cry,” he said softly, brushing your tears away with his thumb. Then, with a weak smile, he joked, “You look so ugly when you cry.”
You slapped his arm, sniffling. “You’re such an idiot.”
He laughed, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Instead, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as your tears dampened his shirt. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “It’ll be okay.”
Soobin’s voice softened when he saw you continue to sob in silence.“Why are you crying?”
“Why do you think?” You snapped, your composure immediately breaking down again after. “I don’t want this to be the last time we meet. I love you so much it fucking hurts,” you whispered, your voice breaking.
He stared at you, his expression melting into something heartbreakingly tender. “I know,” he murmured. “I love you too. Maybe more than I’ll ever love anyone.”
For a moment, the two of you sat there, the weight of your emotions pressing against the inevitability of what was to come. Soobin pulled you into his arms again, crying silently with you, holding you like he never wanted to let go.
After a while, he spoke again. “If this is the last time we’re meeting… can we just spend the rest of the day together? Like nothing’s wrong?”
Your chest ached, but you nodded. “Okay.”
And so the two of you spent that day at the cove, laughing, talking, and playing in the water as if nothing had changed. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the waves as you led him back to shore.
“See you tomorrow,” Soobin said with a hopeful smile, as if refusing to acknowledge the truth.
You forced a smile, your voice trembling. “See you tomorrow.”
But you never went back.
For the next few weeks, Soobin visited the cove every day, with a new flower in hand as usual, waiting for you. Each day, he left with a little less hope, yet he kept coming back.
One day, you couldn’t stop yourself. You swam to the cove when you knew Soobin was at work, drawn by an ache you couldn’t ignore anymore. You arrived, the place feeling eerily empty without him. Then, you spotted a bottle wedged between two rocks, bobbing lightly in the waves.
Inside was a folded piece of paper, the familiar scrawl on it making your chest tighten. It was a message from Soobin.
To the one who taught me how to truly live, it read.
I don’t know if you’ll ever find this, but if you do, I hope you know I’ve been here every day, hoping you’ll appear. Hoping that you’ll break the promise you made to stay away. But I know you won’t.
I’m not angry with you. I could never be. But what am I supposed to do with all this love I still have for you? Every flower in my shop reminds me of you, even the ones you hated. Every time the waves crash, I hear your voice. It’s like the universe is mocking me, always giving me pieces of you, but never the whole thing.
You made my ordinary life extraordinary, even if it was only for a short while. I thought I knew what love was before I met you, but you’ve proved me wrong. You made me realize love can be messy and painful, but it’s also the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt.
If reincarnation exists, then I curse you. I curse you so that we’ll meet again in the next one. Maybe then, I’ll finally get to hold onto you without having to fear about losing you. No matter where or who we are, I’ll wait for you.
And if not… well, I guess this lifetime will have to be enough.
Goodbye, my first love.
Soobin
You sat by the shore of the cove, the crashing waves a sharp contrast to the stillness in your heart as you finished reading Soobin’s letter. His words felt like a dagger, piercing through every wall you had built to convince yourself that leaving him was the right thing to do. You told yourself over and over again that this was for his own good, yet his pain mirrored your own.
As you folded the letter back carefully, a dried daisy slipped out of the folded paper, landing softly on the rocks. Your breath hitched as memories of your first meetings rushed back—the awkwardness, his nervous laugh, the way he brought you a flower even though you didn’t know what to do with it.
Tears welled up, but you brushed them away. You folded the letter carefully, holding it to your chest for a moment, as if it could bridge the distance between you and him. Then you scanned the shore, searching for something to leave behind. Your eyes caught on a fish bone left behind by the tides—a simple, silly reminder of the day you first gave him “Nemo.” You placed it gently on the rock near where you found the letter, your small way of saying, I read this. I was here.
You never found another message after that. The cove became quiet, and the absence of his words stung more than you expected. Weeks passed, and you wondered if he had finally stopped coming.
Soobin, on the other hand, struggled with your absence. Beomgyu noticed his lackluster energy, how he drifted through work like a shadow of his usual self. “What’s wrong with you, man? You’re like a zombie lately,” Beomgyu would say, but Soobin would only shake his head with a weak smile.
Until one day, he met her. Luna.
She came into the shop on a rainy afternoon, her umbrella dripping water onto the floor as she admired the flowers. Soobin, as he always did, helped her pick out the perfect bouquet. But it didn’t stop there. Luna came back again and again, her warmth and easy laughter slowly seeping into the cracks left by your departure. She didn’t replace you—no one ever could—but she became a light in his life when he was lost in the dark.
Beomgyu was the first to notice the change. “You’re smiling more these days,” he teased, poking Soobin’s side. Soobin shrugged, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. “Luna’s… nice,” he admitted, and that was all Beomgyu needed to hear.
She nurtured him back to happiness, her kindness stitching together the pieces of his broken heart. But no matter how much he moved forward, you still lingered in the corners of his thoughts.
Months turned into years, and while the ache of your absence never truly faded, Soobin found a different kind of happiness with Luna. She filled his days with warmth, patience, and understanding. She was everything he didn’t know he needed—the calm to his storm. One sunny afternoon, as they walked along the beach, Soobin dropped to one knee and asked her to marry him.
Luna’s delighted “yes” brought a smile to his face, but as the wedding day approached, he couldn’t ignore the faint tug in his chest—a lingering thread tied to the cove, to you. He didn’t know why, but he found himself writing you one last letter.
To you, wherever you are,
By the time you read this—if you ever do—I’ll be married. Her name is Luna, and she’s been my safe harbor when I thought I’d drift forever. She’s kind, funny, and sees the best in me even when I don’t. I think you’d like her.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Maybe it’s guilt. Maybe it’s nostalgia. Or maybe it’s just the part of me that still remembers this place, its sunsets, and the way you looked at me like I was someone worth living for.
I thought of you the moment I picked out the flowers for the wedding. Daisies. I couldn’t help myself. It felt right, like some part of you would be there with me, even if you’re gone.
I hope you’re happy, wherever you are. Whether you’re watching me from the ocean or have already forgotten me entirely. You deserve happiness too, even if it’s far from the life we once imagined for ourselves.
Yours for eternity,
Soobin
He folded the letter neatly, tucking another dried daisy inside. As he placed it on the familiar rock by the cove, he lingered for a moment, staring out at the horizon.
“I hope this reaches you,” he whispered, before walking away from the cove for the last time.
Luna became a beacon of stability and warmth. He loved her and respected her with his whole heart. They had built a life together, raising children who now had families of their own. Yet, even as decades passed, the webs on his feet never faded, a small, inexplicable mystery that Luna often joked about.
“Your father thinks he’s a mermaid,” she would laugh when their children asked why he always gravitated toward the sea. The family would chuckle, never pressing him further, dismissing it as a harmless quirk. But Soobin never corrected them, holding the truth like a seashell pressed to his heart—hidden, yet resonant.
In his old age, when the strength in his legs gave out, he traded his cane for a wheelchair. Still, the call of the sea remained. On quiet mornings, Luna would watch him leave their home, bundled against the breeze, and push himself down the familiar path to the shore. She never asked why he went; she simply kissed his forehead and smiled knowingly.
You had watched from afar as the decades passed. From beneath the waves, you saw him change. His broad shoulders hunched with time, his once-black hair now a soft grey. Yet his eyes still held that same spark—the one that had always made your heart ache in ways you couldn’t explain.
Unlike him, you hadn’t aged a day. Just like his last letter, your youthful features were a cruel reminder of the life you couldn’t share with him. For decades, you remained unseen, lurking just beyond the horizon, watching as his life unfolded without you. The bittersweet reality of his happiness pierced you. He had built a life you could never be part of, yet still, he came back to the sea, as if searching for something only he knew was missing.
Until one day, though you promised yourself you wouldn’t, you moved closer as Soobin sat on the sand with his family around him. You let the light of your tail flicker above the waves even though—a small, fleeting shimmer.
Soobin’s son and grandchildren didn’t notice. But he did. His tired eyes widened, and for a brief moment, you saw a flicker of that boy you once knew—the boy who brought you daisies and stumbled awkwardly in the waves.
“She came back,” he whispered to himself, tears welling up and spilling over as a fragile, trembling smile graced his lips. He didn’t know if it was really you or just his old mind playing tricks on him, but the hope—the chance that you had come to see him one last time—was enough to bring him peace.
His children, unaware of what he’d seen, gathered closer, their voices soft and full of love as they talked to him. But Soobin didn’t hear them. His gaze remained fixed on the horizon, the ocean sparkling like the past he held so dear.
And then, as the waves whispered their eternal rhythm, Soobin took one final breath. With his children behind him and the sea before him, he left the world as quietly as he had entered it, a faint smile on his face.
From beneath the waves, you felt the moment his presence faded, and your chest tightened in a way that was achingly familiar. A part of you wanted to rise to the surface, to see him one last time—but you knew it was too late.
The ocean carried his soul now, and though you couldn’t touch him, you knew he was at peace.
Soobin’s passing left an ache in your heart that no amount of time could mend. The sea, once a place of solace and freedom, now felt empty without the faint hope of seeing him sitting by the shore. Days turned into weeks, but the weight of his absence didn’t lessen. You spent hours swimming through the cove, staring at the spot where you’d once sat together, where laughter had once echoed off the rocks.
Your sisters said nothing, as they watched with pity as your energy faded. You no longer sang, no longer basked under the moonlight. Even the sea creatures you once played with stayed away, as if sensing the sorrow that clouded your presence.
One day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourself at the surface, staring out at the land he once called home. The waves lapped softly against your skin, a bittersweet melody of remembrance. You thought of Soobin’s laughter, his warmth, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. You thought of the way he’d looked at you, as if you were the most extraordinary thing he’d ever seen.
And you thought of the life he had lived without you. A full life, surrounded by love and family. You should’ve been happy for him, but all you felt was a hollowness that even the ocean couldn’t fill.
“Never did any of us think,” you whispered to the waves, “that we would ever love someone from a different world.”
Your voice cracked, and the tears you had held back for so long finally spilled over. They mixed with the saltwater around you, indistinguishable from the sea.
It wasn’t long after that your body began to fail. Maybe it was the heartbreak, or perhaps sirens were never meant to endure such pain. Your strength waned, your vibrant tail dulling as the days passed. One quiet evening, as the stars shimmered above, you let yourself drift to the place where it had all begun—the cove where you brought Soobin.
Lying on the smooth rock where you had once teased him, you felt your energy ebbing away like the tide. The ocean cradled you gently, as if trying to soothe your pain. You closed your eyes, a faint smile gracing your lips as you thought of him one last time.
If past lives exist, you thought, I hope we meet again in the next one. Maybe then, we’ll get it right.
The waves whispered softly around you, carrying your final breath away. The sea claimed you as its own, and when the sun rose the next morning, there was no trace of you—just the endless expanse of water, as if you had melted into its depths.
Far above, on the shore where Soobin’s family still visited, the tides gently washed over the sand. None of them knew that, beneath the waves, the one who had loved him more than life itself had returned to the sea for the last time.
Your story ended as it began—with two souls bound by a love that defied reason, divided by the pull of two different worlds. You were inseparable in heart, but destined to remain apart, as the sea kept its secrets and the land held its own.
a/n: thank you for reading until the end!! i hope i got to make yall cry somehow KSHDJSKS. constructive criticism is also appreciated so pls dont be afraid to send in an ask 🤍
Summary: You didn't know it was possible to fall in love with someone human.
Warnings: one mention of vore, portrayal of sirens might not be accurate to mythology, some cliche lines, author uses the story to project on her own issues, pls tell me if i missed smth
Notes: afab reader, short reader (although only mentioned once), reader has long hair and shark teeth, story takes place in the province, i apologize in advance if some of the scenes are weird they were just way funnier in my head 😭
Part 2
For Duckie, whose moments I will treasure forever. And for Luna, who asked to be a part of the story OSNFJDKSK.
Cutting flowers, arranging them artfully, jotting down finances, repeat. It was clear Soobin loved his work, even with its daily repetition. How could anyone not feel happy surrounded by these sweet-smelling pretty things and basking in the gentle warmth of the morning sun? Watching customers breathe in the flowers’ fragrance with bliss or light up with joy as they received their bouquets brought him a unique sense of fulfillment no other job could give.
Soobin’s little boutique was an instant hit. On his first day, he sold out of flowers within just two hours. It was a lesson learned. Afterward, he stocked up on more flowers and hired Beomgyu, an additional hand.
It was another busy day for them in the shop. Running around all day with custom bouquets in their hands, politely answering the flocks of girls that would coquettishly giggle at them—it was a lot to do even for young men like them. Who would have guessed so many flowers could sell in such a small area?
Soobin sighed as he flipped the sign on the shop’s door to “Closed.” He had let Beomgyu leave early, feeling sorry for him after being swarmed all day. Though Beomgyu initially protested, Soobin insisted he could handle closing up on his own. Glancing at his watch, he noted the time. 5:53 PM. The sun usually sets around this time of the year.
I really am lucky to have a view like this for work, he thought to himself as he looked over the rocky shore where his little boutique resided.
Wait. Why is there a girl sitting in the open ocean at this time? And on that sharp ass rock?
He squinted at the girl as he closed the shop, going down to the sea afterwards to take a closer look.
What the fuck does she think she’s doing?
Maybe she’s having an emo moment, his mind replied.
Should I just leave her be then? He stopped walking.
What? No! And if she dies of hypothermia? What will you do then?
Drawn by the sound of the girl’s singing, Soobin found himself moving closer, unable to resist. It was as if he had become a puppet, helplessly pulled toward its master. His thoughts blurred as he waded into the sea, his clothes clinging to his skin as the icy water rose to his chest. His hydrophobia screamed for him to stop, and the cold sent shivers through his body, but he couldn’t fight the compulsion to reach the source of that angelic voice.
When he finally reached the rock, he saw her. The creature behind the enchanting melody. The one with the long, majestic hair and a face that was probably even more beautiful.
You.
You stopped humming and turned, sensing someone behind you. Soobin froze when your eyes met. You were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, so why were alarm bells going off in his head?
Despite the unease creeping up his spine, he took a hesitant step closer as you silently observed him.
And smiled.
His eyes widened in shock as he noticed your sharp, spiky teeth.
What the actual fuck is THAT? What kind of dentist allowed this monstrosity? Leaving ASAP. Don’t care how pretty she is. She’s probably insane.
But it was the sight of your tail that really did it. Without another thought, Soobin spun on his heels and bolted for the shore. Which was kinda stupid. He never had a chance of outrunning you.
Effortlessly, you leaped off your rock and caught him, spinning him around as he flailed wildly in your grasp. The sight of a grown man squealing, gasping, and thrashing, all while being held firmly by a small girl like you, was nothing short of comical. Hilarious, even.
“You scream like a little girl,” you teased.
“And you… talk like a… human?” Soobin panted.
Both of you froze for a moment, confusion hanging in the air. Soobin’s fear of the water momentarily evaporated, replaced by sheer bewilderment.
“Well, yeah,” you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “How else am I supposed to lure people to their deaths if I can’t talk?”
“With your voice? I don’t know! I wasn’t expecting a conversation with my would-be killer!” Soobin exclaimed. His eyes widened as he tried to take a step back. “Wait, are you going to eat me?”
You tilted your head, intrigued by the nervous boy standing before you. “You know what?” you said, grinning. “You’re pretty cute. I’m keeping you.”
“In a cage?” Soobin stammered, his face pale. “Please don’t,” he pleaded, his voice rising in panic. “I have friends… and a loving family… and hopes and dreams!”
Your grin widened as you pulled him closer, letting your sharp teeth flash in front of his face. He flailed helplessly, his long limbs flopping like a fish trying to escape.
“I still have my whole life ahead of me!” he cried desperately. “I haven’t even lost my virginity yet!” His voice cracked dramatically at the end, making you burst into laughter.
The sound of your laughter was so magnificent, so mesmerizing, that Soobin momentarily forgot the peril he was in. He could die right now and he would've still been grateful that he was even able to hear a sound as awe-inspiring as your voice.
“You’re ridiculous,” you said, finally catching your breath. “I wasn’t going to keep you in a cage, dumbass. I meant I was going to keep you alive.”
“Oh.” Soobin blinked, relief washing over his face as he clutched his chest. “Oh, thank God.”
I wouldn’t have minded if she ate me out, though, Soobin thought before his brain betrayed him.
Pervert, his inner voice snapped. You’re literally admitting you’re into vore.
She‘s stunning! How the hell am I supposed to react?!
Simp.
“Look, I need to go,” you interrupted his spiraling thoughts, gripping his collar tightly. “I’m hungry, and I need to find something to eat. Don’t you dare tell anyone about me,” you hissed, your voice dangerously low. “Understood?”
“U-Understood!” Soobin nodded so hard he almost gave himself whiplash. “I’ll keep this a secret! I swear on my life!”
“Good.”
You let go of him with a small smile, turning to leave. But before you could disappear back into the water, his voice stopped you.
“Wait!”
You paused, glancing back.
“W-Will we see each other again?” His voice was shaky but sincere.
The question caught you off guard. Why would he even want to see you again? You didn’t know how to respond, so instead, you dove back into the sea, vanishing without another word.
By the time your conversation ended, the sun had set, leaving the water inky black. Yet as Soobin trudged back to shore, he strangely felt no fear, knowing that you were somewhere there in the sea with him.
Soobin didn’t visit the shore for an entire week, but he couldn’t stop himself from glancing at it during every free moment, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. Little did he know, you were doing the same—lingering just beneath the surface, wishing he’d come back as you (obviously) couldn’t go on land. Neither of you fully understood why, but the urge to see the other again gnawed at you both.
Soobin found himself daydreaming about your unexpected kindness, while you pondered why you’d decided to spare him. What made him so special? Was it his wimpy demeanor that screamed harmlessness? Or was it the way his eyes sparkled with hope when he asked if you’d meet again?
Eventually, impatience got the better of you. One evening, as the sun painted the horizon gold, you swam closer to the shore, letting your tail breach the water’s surface in a playful display. It didn’t take long for Soobin to spot the shimmering movement. His heart leapt as he immediately ran to his shop to arrange a bouquet for you.
In his rush, he grabbed every flower in sight but quickly panicked. What if she doesn’t even like flowers? He wanted to give you something while not being overwhelming. As he darted around the shop, his eyes landed on a cluster of daisies in the corner.
Perfect.
He plucked the liveliest daisy from the bunch and bolted down to the beach, barely noticing the seawater soaking his clothes and shoes. Seeing you perched near the waves, watching the sunset, made every step worth it.
You turned at the sound of his approach but stayed still, so Soobin decided to take the initiative. It was only his second time seeing you, but he already felt like the main character running in slow motion towards his lover with the sunset in the background. He bravely marched towards you and put on his rizz face, combing his hair back thinking to himself that he was the hot shit—
He tripped on a stray rock and fell down face first.
The water was barely up to his waist, but he was already drowning.
And you were at the side, biting your lip in an attempt not to laugh as you looked on, but it was no use. Watching this grown man nearly dying in water he could easily stand in, all while trying to recover his “cool” facade, was too much. You took pity on him a minute after, helping him stand upright again. He coughed and sputtered, pounding his chest to expel the last of the water, all while avoiding your gaze out of sheer shame.
When he finally composed himself, he smoothed his hair back again, as if nothing had happened. “Come on,” he said, motioning to the shallows. “Let’s sit for a while.”
You stared at him, absolutely baffled by his ability to act like the most humiliating moment of his life hadn’t just occurred, but you followed him anyway.
“I brought something for you,” he said when you both settled down.
He presented an object you didn’t recognize. His eyes were signaling for you to take it, so you clasped it as gently as you could and tilted your head in curiosity.
“What's this?”
“A flower.”
“A flounder?”
“No, a flower.”
“… Flower,” you said slowly, rolling the unfamiliar word over your tongue as if savoring it. Despite your long life, you’d never encountered a flower before. You turned it this way and that, marveling at its delicate form, though you weren’t quite sure what to do with it.
And so without any hesitation, you bit off a few petals.
Soobin’s eyes widened, and he stuttered, trying to form words. But the shock of what he just witnessed left him speechless.
You spat the petals out immediately, your face twisting in disgust. “Tastes like shit.”
“You’re not supposed to eat it,” Soobin said, his voice high with disbelief.
“I wasn’t?” Now it was your turn to feel embarrassed.
“No! You’re only supposed to smell it… or look at it.”
“Oh.”
A long, awkward silence fell between you as you both stared at what remained of the poor daisy. The chewed petals, now flaccid from the seawater, floated pitifully between you.
Soobin cleared his throat, desperate to break the tension. “There are, uh, lots of different flowers,” he said, grasping for a distraction. “Each one has its own meaning.”
“What does this one mean?” you asked, holding up the mangled stem.
“This flower is called a daisy. It represents purity and innocence, but in some parts of the world, it also means…” He trailed off, his ears burning bright red.
“It means?” you prompted, curiosity gleaming in your eyes.
“First love,” he mumbled, barely audible.
“Oh.” You tilted your head, your expression thoughtful. “I wonder what that feels like.”
Soobin blinked, turning to you in surprise. “You’ve never fallen in love before?”
You shook your head, and for some reason, his heart sank. Did that mean you’d never felt the thrill of butterflies in your stomach? Could creatures like you even feel love, or had you simply chosen solitude?
The thought of either option made Soobin’s chest ache in a way he didn’t quite understand.
“It looked pretty though,” you said, your voice soft with regret. “At least before I massacred it.”
A surge of excitement rushed through him at the thought of you liking his gift, even if it didn’t survive. Soobin straightened up, eager to offer something more. “I own a flower shop nearby. I can get you another one if you like it.”
You smiled sadly and shook your head. “I can’t keep it or it’ll just wilt in the ocean.” You gestured at the petals you had spat out as an example.
“I can always give you another one when you come back. That way, you can keep it for as long as possible.”
Your eyes lit up, and the childlike innocence in them made Soobin’s heart skip a beat. “You’d do that for me?”
Soobin felt his chest tighten as he gazed into your eyes.
Maybe it’s too soon to say this, but I think I’d do anything for you.
But he never says those words out loud. Instead, he swallowed hard, pushing the thought aside, and nodded. “Of course. It’s easy to do.”
“Thank you.”
Soobin hated eye contact, but he couldn’t look away as you smiled at him.
She’s actually kinda cute… As long as you cover those nasty-ass teeth, he thought.
“So, you’re not gonna eat me?” he joked, his voice laced with uncertainty.
“No,” you replied, eyes narrowing playfully. “But I’ll have to kill you.”
Soobin froze, his heart racing. He scanned the area frantically, trying to find an escape route, but before he could make a move, you poked him lightly.
The sudden contact sent him tumbling backwards into the water. He scrambled to his feet, his pulse pounding before a surge of defiance took over him. With unexpected force, he splashed seawater at you in an attempt to defend himself.
For a breathless moment, you both locked eyes across the shimmering divide of water, as he finally realized you had been messing with him all along.
And slowly, the tension between you two ebbed away, like the tide retreating from the shore.
The two of you didn’t cross paths again for another week. It wasn’t because of busyness, but rather a mutual shyness that kept you apart. Both of you, silently wanting to see each other, but unsure of how to make the first move.
One evening, as Soobin and Beomgyu were closing up the shop, Soobin suddenly spoke up.
“Gyu,” Soobin said, stuffing some of the shop’s things into his bag. “Do you think sirens exist?”
Beomgyu looked up in confusion. “You mean the ones in the water?”
“Yeah.”
Beomgyu chuckled. “You’ve been reading too many conspiracy theories. You should get out more. You know, touch some grass, hug a tree… Maybe get a girlfriend instead of staying locked in your room playing League.” He slapped Soobin on the back with a grin.
Soobin was taken aback, his thoughts momentarily clouded. “You’ll never know. The ocean is so deep, we haven’t even—” His words trailed off as his eyes caught sight of you waving at him from the shore.
He quickly turned to Beomgyu. “You can leave early. I’ll close up by myself.”
Beomgyu whined but was quickly pushed out of the shop, still protesting as Soobin hurried to get ready.
Is she crazy? How does she expect her existence to be kept a secret if she just exposes herself like that? Soobin thought, his heart racing as he jogged down to the shore, making sure no one else was around. The sun bathed you in a golden glow, casting a halo around your figure that made you look like a goddess from another realm. The sight left him breathless, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty you radiated.
He took a deep breath and, gathering all his courage, sat down beside you.
You blushed slightly at the sight of him, then grinned. “Since you gave me a flower last time, I thought I’d give you a fish.”
Soobin’s eyes widened in curiosity.
What is she giving me? Alaskan salmon? Bluefin tuna? King crab? Glass eel?
Before he could make sense of it, he screamed as you tossed a clownfish onto a rock.
“Ahh! What did you do to poor Nemo?!” Soobin exclaimed, staring at the poor fish flapping around in distress.
“Nemo? I thought people called it a clownfish,” you said, a bit puzzled.
The fish struggled for a few moments, then went still. You tossed the dead fish back into the sea as Soobin gaped, unable to process the absurdity of the situation. You shrugged, unbothered. “It’ll be eaten up by the other fish anyway.”
Soobin stared at the fish carcass as it sank, feeling a strange sense of disbelief.
“So why did you call it Nemo?” you asked, turning to him.
He blinked, then explained the plot of Finding Nemo to you. You listened with amusement, teasing him when you realized how absurd it was to name a fish “Nemo” when it wasn’t even alive anymore. “But you’re right, though. It kinda looks like him. And you too. Flapping around like you did when we first met,” you teased.
Soobin flushed at the memory. He had acted like a complete fool when you caught him earlier.
The conversation eventually turned more serious as the hours passed by. You told Soobin about how sirens were often poached by hunters for their scales, and how, because of that, sirens despised humans with all their hearts. Soobin listened quietly, realizing how much history you had with humans—tragic, unfair, and full of pain.
In return, Soobin tried to explain concepts like capitalism, cars, the alphabet—but every time he saw your brow furrow in confusion, he would quickly switch back to discussing flowers to simplify things. He didn’t want to overwhelm you with too much information.
It felt so easy with you, even when the topics were strange. With each exchange, he found himself more captivated, not just by your otherworldly beauty, but by the unexpected connection that was growing between you.
You two never stopped learning about each other’s worlds. One lazy afternoon, Soobin showed up at the shore with a determined look on his face and a giant bag slung over his shoulder.
“What’s that?” you asked, eyeing the bag suspiciously.
“Supplies,” he said cryptically, dropping the bag onto the sand with a loud thud.
“…Supplies for what?”
“I’m teaching you how to play volleyball!”
You blinked, completely thrown off. “What the hell is volleyball?”
He gasped, clutching his chest like you had just personally insulted him. “You don’t know volleyball? What do you sirens even do all day?”
“Um… not throw things at each other for fun?” you retorted.
“Well, you’re missing out,” he said, pulling out a battered volleyball and a makeshift net. “Today’s your lucky day. Coach Soobin is here to teach you.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Coach Soobin? You can barely walk without tripping over yourself.”
“Rude,” he said, as he struggled to set up the net between two rocks. The net was lopsided and sagging by the time he finished, but he stood back proudly like it was a masterpiece. “Okay, we’re ready.”
You crossed your arms, unimpressed. “And how am I supposed to play this… whatever-ball game? I don’t even have legs.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered,” he said confidently. Then, with absolutely no warning, he chucked the volleyball straight at you.
It smacked into your face with a loud thwack.
You sat there in stunned silence, the ball floating beside you, while Soobin froze, his eyes wide with horror.
“…Did you just throw that at my face?” you asked slowly, your voice dangerously calm.
“I-I didn’t mean to! I thought you’d catch it!” he stammered, backing away.
“With what, Soobin? My fins?”
“Oh, right,” he mumbled, looking genuinely apologetic now.
You stared at him for a moment, then grabbed the volleyball and hurled it back at him with all the strength you could muster. It hit him square in the chest, and he stumbled backward, landing flat on his back in the sand.
“Ow!” he groaned, clutching his chest. “Okay, okay, I deserved that.”
“You deserved worse,” you said, smirking. “Maybe I should summon a shark to help me ‘practice.’”
“Please don’t,” he begged, sitting up and brushing sand out of his hair.
Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but laugh at how pathetic he looked, sprawled in the sand like a defeated crab. “You’re hopeless, you know that?”
“Hopelessly charming,” he said with a weak grin.
“You’re lucky I don’t drag you into the ocean and leave you there.”
“You won’t,” he said, grinning wider now. “Because deep down, you like spending time with me.”
You rolled your eyes but deep inside you knew you couldn’t deny it. “You’re ridiculous, Soobin.”
“Well… yes, but at least I’m good at volleyball,” he said, puffing out his chest like he hadn’t just been floored by your throw.
You laughed again, shaking your head. “Fine, ‘Coach Soobin.’ Teach me your stupid game. But if you hit me in the face again, I’m turning you into shark bait.”
“Deal,” he said quickly, grabbing the ball and grinning like a kid who had just won a prize.
That day was a disaster. He tripped over the net, fell into the water at least three times, and nearly knocked himself out with his own serve. But by the end of it, both of you were laughing so hard that your sides hurt, and for a little while, the rest of the world didn’t matter.
The next few times Soobin made his way down to the shore, he didn’t expect the feeling of nervous anticipation that gripped him. It had become a habit now, sneaking out after closing the shop, eager to see you again, with each meeting always full of new surprises.
But today, you weren’t at your usual spot.
He waited, heart pounding as the minutes stretched by. He almost thought of leaving, convinced something must have happened, when a soft voice called out to him.
“Soobin.”
He turned, and there you were, sitting by the rocks just beyond the shore, your eyes gleaming with something that felt almost… mysterious. You held out your hand to him, a gesture that tugged at his curiosity.
“Follow me,” you said, voice quiet, yet full of something more. Something deeper.
Soobin hesitated for a brief moment, wondering what you had in mind, but without another thought, he waded in after you. You held his hand as you led him past the usual spots—past the rocks he’d become so familiar with, past the small grove of trees he thought he knew so well. Your movements were graceful, as though you were the ocean itself, and Soobin followed closely behind, his heart racing in anticipation.
After what felt like a while, you stopped, signaling for him to come closer. He reached you as you glided toward a narrow passage between the cliffs, the rocks towering high above you. It was easy to miss this path unless you knew where to look, and Soobin realized with a sudden breath of awe that he had discovered something truly secret—a sanctuary only you knew.
The narrow passage led to a cove, a secluded little inlet surrounded by jagged rocks, where the ocean stretched out in front of them. The water here was a soft, transparent blue, and the rocks lining the shore were smooth, almost sculpted. The scene before him felt like a dream, a hidden paradise where only you and the ocean seemed to exist.
“Soobin, this place is special,” you said softly as you sat down on one of the smooth rocks. “I come here when I need to think, when I want to be alone. But…” You hesitated before looking at him, your expression unreadable. “I wanted to share it with you.”
Soobin felt a mix of awe and gratitude flood through him. To him, this was more than just a secret spot; it was a part of you, a side of you that you were finally allowing him to see. He sat beside you on the smooth rocks, the weight of the gesture not lost on him. The silence was peaceful, comforting, like this space was made just for the two of you.
From that day on, Soobin made it a point to visit the cove every evening after closing the shop. At first, it was only once a week, then twice. But it quickly became a routine, and before long, it was every day. He couldn’t stay away. The cove had become his place too—a place where you two could be yourselves without any of the outside world’s noise. Each day, the moments you shared there grew more special, more intimate. Everyday, he’d give you a new kind of flower to take home. You’d splash water at each other, tell stories, and laugh at the little things. Sometimes, you’d sit together in silence, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of pink and orange, the world seemingly stopping around you.
As the days passed, Soobin found himself growing more attached to you than he ever expected. It started as curiosity, wondering about the siren who had captured his attention, but now… now it was something more. Something he couldn’t quite name but couldn’t ignore.
And then, one evening as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant oranges and purples, Soobin found himself sitting beside you in the cove, his heart pounding, his hand just a little too close to yours. The routine, the bond—everything had led him to this moment. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.
He turned to you, his throat tight with nerves, and finally, he spoke the words he had been holding onto for so long.
hi, i hope you are feeling well misti. it is me luna, and fufu (ai) told me about how it was actually (yk what i am talking about right). first of i wanna apologize, like i am honestlyyy realllyyyy realllyyy sorry for that bc i was suddenly not in your server anymore after i followed you, and you didn't fb which is okay cos it takes sometimes and i don't do it often either. but i took that as a sign that you don't wanna be friends and unfollowed bc i felt really awkward.
i am so sorry if it made you overthink or anything, bc ik how it feels. i am really sorry if that action of mine caused you any stress, ik an apology is nothing but still i want you to know i didn't do it out of ill will and i sincerely feel so bad for it, once again i am sorry if it made you overthink or anxious.
i hope we can start fresh (if you want, and i need confirmation bc anxiety 😭). tysm for reading this and i am sorry for wasting your time, i hope there is no hard feelings and we can be friends !! 💗
Hello, luna! I'm doing good. It's okay! Ai told me your side, and it's all good. I understand your side. I also want to apologize for not reaching out to explain my side to you and figuring out the misunderstanding by myself. There are no hard feelings at all 🩷. I am glad it's all just a misunderstanding. 😊
i am so glad you are doing good, and it's okay i should have told fufu earlier. me too me too 🤍.
okay i must properly introduce myself then!! i am luna as you already know (you can give me nicknames in the future i would love it), i am 6teen and INTJ, my zodiac is aries and i am from kurdistan!
Mhm, same here. But I am glad I talked to her about it before it won't get resolved. 😊
Nice to meet you! I am Misti, as you already know. I go by Rain now, but you can call me either Misti or Rain. I am cool with any since you are Ai's friend. I go by they/she. More comfortable with they/them. I am soon to be 20, this Saturday, and ISFP is my mbti. My zodiac sign is Gemini. I am from Midwest America. Oh, and I am Asian American. ✌️
omg rain is so pretty too, i see i see, omg your birthday is so close i hope i can be online to wish you a happy birthday. WAIT GEMINI??? i wanted to be friends with a gemini for so long fr kdjhasjlhh, i see!! nice to meet you again<33
hi, i hope you are feeling well misti. it is me luna, and fufu (ai) told me about how it was actually (yk what i am talking about right). first of i wanna apologize, like i am honestlyyy realllyyyy realllyyy sorry for that bc i was suddenly not in your server anymore after i followed you, and you didn't fb which is okay cos it takes sometimes and i don't do it often either. but i took that as a sign that you don't wanna be friends and unfollowed bc i felt really awkward.
i am so sorry if it made you overthink or anything, bc ik how it feels. i am really sorry if that action of mine caused you any stress, ik an apology is nothing but still i want you to know i didn't do it out of ill will and i sincerely feel so bad for it, once again i am sorry if it made you overthink or anxious.
i hope we can start fresh (if you want, and i need confirmation bc anxiety 😭). tysm for reading this and i am sorry for wasting your time, i hope there is no hard feelings and we can be friends !! 💗
Hello, luna! I'm doing good. It's okay! Ai told me your side, and it's all good. I understand your side. I also want to apologize for not reaching out to explain my side to you and figuring out the misunderstanding by myself. There are no hard feelings at all 🩷. I am glad it's all just a misunderstanding. 😊
i am so glad you are doing good, and it's okay i should have told fufu earlier. me too me too 🤍.
okay i must properly introduce myself then!! i am luna as you already know (you can give me nicknames in the future i would love it), i am 6teen and INTJ, my zodiac is aries and i am from kurdistan!
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author’s note — here are some troublemaker riki hcs dedicated to riki lovers 🙌
— troublemaker!riki who first saw you when you lined up to buy mountain dew from the vending machine.
— he saw that you didn’t have enough money so he went by your side and bought the mountain dew for you. you were surprised he even helped you in the first place but he said that he just happened to be in the mood to lend a helping hand.
— troublemaker!riki who confessed to you by writing you a long love letter with your favorite lollipop by the side because he was too shy to confess his feelings to you face to face.
— troublemaker!riki who always keeps a few lollipops in his pocket so he could give it to you whenever you’re upset at him as a token of apology or whenever you’re not feeling well
— troublemaker!riki who you always have to bandage up whenever he gets into accidents or fights with some of his batch mates
— he would be the type of person who would not give a single damn if you’re scolding him about his safety. he’d just sit down and look at you putting medicine on his face while he admires yours cause he thinks you’re cute when you’re looking after him
— troublemaker!riki who would scare off your seat mate just so he could sit beside you in class.
— troublemaker!riki who would go as far as to prank the teachers so he could make you laugh
— troublemaker!riki who is willing to defend you from the people who hurt you even if he gets hurt himself
— troublemaker!riki who takes the blame when the teachers get mad at you because it’s completely normal for him to get scolded at
— troublemaker!riki who would bring you to arcade dates after classes. he would use his money on claw machines just so he could try win some goodies for both you and him. he’ll even make bets with you on who could get the higher score on certain games like tetris or the basketball games.
— the loser would have to treat the other to ice cream and mcdonalds. most of the time he’ll purposely lose the bet just so he could see you get excited and brag about your victory in front of his face but when you found out about it he brushed it off and told you that you were just making things up (you weren’t).
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