summary: euijoo comes home to his biggest nightmare: his 6 year old daughter wants a husband.
pairing: byun euijoo x reader
genres & tropes: dad! euijoo, established relationship, fluff!
word count: 1,258 (excluding summary)
author's thoughts: no one can run away from the justin bieber fever! I had this idea during bieberchella and decided to keep in a draft as I focused on writing The Sanctuary for Broken Hearts! So... um... it's kinda outdated?? But anyway this is so fun to write! So hopefully you'll have fun reading too!
“I’m home,”
“Appa!”
You smile as you watch your 6 year old daughter drop everything and run straight to Euijoo, excited that her father is home after spending 8 hours at the office. You put down the book you’re reading, and make your way to Euijoo – Euijoo, on the other hand, smiles brightly and quickly lifts your daughter up before spinning her through the air. Giggles instantly fill your house – both belong to Euijoo and your daughter.
“How was work?”
You ask while prying the bag off Euijoo’s shoulder as he carries your daughter in his arm.
“It was fine. Oh, I bought you flowers. Wait,”
Euijoo opened the front door and disappeared behind it with your daughter for a moment, making you tilt your head, wondering where he placed the flowers.
“Here,”
Euijoo hands you a bouquet of your favourite flowers, making your eyes widens and your lips instantly curl into a wide smile. He drops a kiss on your temple, before your daughter tugged on his tie, wanting his father’s attention.
“Appa, if I get married, will I get flowers like Mama too?”
Euijoo blinks his eyes repeatedly – married? Your daughter never mentioned marriage before, and despite the tons of happily ever after stories both of you told her, her response was: “One day I’ll be like Snow White too! Live in the castle with my prince!”.
“Appa will buy it for you, you don’t have to wait until you get… married,”
It feels hard – painfully bitter to be precise, for Euijoo to say the word married.
“I don’t want it from Appa! I want it from my husband!”
Euijoo’s eyes grow as wide as possible, and he turns to look at you in disbelief. Husband? Which kid in the kindergarten told her this? Was it her best friend Yumi, or was it a boy? Did he propose to her?
Honestly, looking at Euijoo’s reaction makes you want to laugh. Your husband has made it clear that your daughter will not be dating until the right age (there’s no clear number, it’s just when he deems it right) ever since she was 2 days old.
“Hu–husband?”
“Yes, appa! I want a husband! I want this person to be my husband!”
Your daughter squirms, wanting to be put down, causing Euijoo to crouch down and carefully let her go from his arms.
“Love, what happened? Why–No, what makes her talk about a husband? She’s 6! And– God, she skipped the boyfriend phase?”
“Well–”
“Appa! Come here! I want to show you!”
“She has a photo of him?!”
“Joo… you’re overreacting.”
“No, I’m underreacting.”
“Hubby, you’ll be alright.”
“I’m not alright! I just got home, and our daughter is saying that she wants flowers from her husband! Not from me! I just got rejected!”
Euijoo kneels on the floor, looking as dejected as ever, and you have to turn your head somewhere else to laugh, so that your husband won’t turn into a sad looking puppy.
“Appa!! Come here quick!!”
“I thought I have at least 20 years before hearing her saying the husband word,”
Euijoo heaves a deep sigh, and you bite your lower lips, trying to hold back your laugh. You kneeled on the floor too, approaching your husband and patting his back before helping him to get up.
“Appa!”
“Appa is coming,”
You reply, and drag Euijoo to the living room. Euijoo keeps sighing and shaking his head, heartbroken over his daughter wanting a husband this early. Luckily she’s 6, so it means that she won’t be having an actual husband soon because that would be illegal. But still.
“Appa! Here! Look at the TV!”
Great. He has to look at the boy’s face at the big ass TV now. You silently giggle while watching your husband, who reluctantly lifts his head up to look at the TV – his eyelids then flutters rapidly.
“Ju…Justin Bieber?”
“Yes! Justing Bieber!”
“Justin, princess,”
You gently corrected your daughter’s pronunciation.
“Justin!”
He heaved a relieved sigh, before he turned his head to you, wanting an explanation on how your daughter ended up falling in love– no, having a crush– no, wanting Justin Bieber to be her husband.
“She was sleeping, and I was doing some chores. I played Justin Bieber’s music video on the TV to listen while doing the chores… and then when I was done doing the laundry, I found her already… hooked.”
“No one can escape the Justin Bieber phase, huh?”
“Yes, and that includes your daughter,”
“And the husband part?”
“Well… she asks about us. Like, our relationship. I told her that we’re husband and wife, and it was… a long explanation. About love and etc,”
“LOVE?”
“Yes,”
“She’s too young for love talk,”
Euijoo buried his face on his palms while groaning – he can’t believe that his daughter just had a love talk session with you.
“And… she decides she’s in love with Justin and wants him to be her husband…”
Euijoo sighs before he looks at his daughter whose eyes are glued onto the Justin Bieber photo, with a wide smile on her lips.
“Well, at least it’s Justin Bieber.”
You bite your lower lips while patting Euijoo’s shoulder, and guide him to sit down on the couch. A familiar song begins to play on the TV – you spare a glance at your daughter, who just pressed the button to play the ‘Baby’ music video.
“It’s only Justin Bieber, right?”
Euijoo asks as he finds it weird that you keep biting your lower lips. You give him an awkward smile, causing Euijoo to furrow his eyebrows.
“I found a love letter in her bag…”
“Oh my god… Oh my– why are the kids– is it– I have no words. God,”
Euijoo dropped to the floor once again, this time, both of his knees and hands on the ground. He can’t believe that his nightmare is starting, especially when his daughter is just 6 years old.
You hung your head low as you giggled over your husband’s dramatic reaction. Your husband has always been the calm one, so when he loses his composure over things like this, you think it’s very funny.
“Would you like–”
“No. Let’s not talk about it. Our daughter is 6. She’s not legal to be married. She’s not having a husband. She’s definitely not going to be in love. She doesn’t know the difference between love, crush and like! Whose kid gave her the love letter? I’m going to have a man to man talk with that kid tomorrow,”
Euijoo plopped down on the floor while saying that – it’s like he had lost all the hope in the world.
“Hubby, it’s… kids. They aren’t serious… like you said, they don’t know the difference…”
“When I was a kid, all I thought about was to play outside. Not to find love,”
“Oh. That’s… different from me.”
Euijoo fixes his eyes on you as he gets up – his curiosity fuels him to stand up again.
“What’s so different, love?”
“I had… my first kiss when I was 6.”
Euijoo shuts his eyes tightly – a pained expression written all over his face, before he rubs his temple as he can feel an incoming headache from all the shocking and devastating news he’s receiving today.
“Yeah. It’s official. Today is the worst day of my life. My daughter is in love, and has a secret admirer, and my wife had her first kiss when she was 6. Oh my god, OH MY GOD, THERE'S A POSSIBILITY THAT THAT BOY KISSED HER TOO. OH MY GOD,”
additional notes: spoiling everyone with double updates over this weekend after a long wait! and as always, thank you for reading until the end <3
oh my god 🤣 panic ej is so funny and adorable. i can imagine the last part where he probably would pace around while crashing with the overwhelming news. good luck, ej! 🤭
for as long as you can remember, an unnatural streak of severe bad luck has plagued your entire existence like a deliberate curse. However, your chaotic reality takes an unexpected turn when your path crosses with an injured fox whose fate becomes deeply intertwined with your own.
wang yixiang (nicholas) x reader | 3,628 words. | fluff, fantasy, kitsune!au, onmyoji!au | cw. possessive behavior, mention of blood, injury descriptions.
bad luck had followed you for as long as you could remember.
not the kind where you missed trains by mere seconds, or accidentally dropped your phone face-first onto concrete.
no, yours was the sort that felt deliberate. as though something unseen had taken personal offense to your existence and decided, with cruel amusement, that your life would become an endless sequence of disasters.
cups shattered the moment your fingers brushed against them. door hinges snapped loose whenever you stepped through. you even had once nearly drowned after the bridge beneath your feet gave way without warning.
your family had dismissed it as unfortunate coincidence at first. until strange things began happening.
mirrors clouded with strange symbols overnight. paper talismans burned to ash whenever placed near your skin. small wounds lingered for weeks no matter how carefully treated. and sometimes, when the house fell silent enough, you could hear breathing beside your bed.
that had been when your grandmother finally stopped pretending everything was normal.
you had been cursed.
according to her, during a purification ritual many years ago, your infant self had unknowingly drawn the attention of a wandering jashin. whether amused or insulted, nobody knew. but it had marked you.
magatsu-unmei, she called it.
a curse that slowly bent probability itself against you until eventually fate would decide you had suffered enough. you were not expected to live long.
naturally, you had taken this news terribly.
your grandmother, however, remained annoyingly calm.
“there are only two solutions.” you sat up immediately. “first, retrieve the fox soul relic buried alongside the minamoto clan patriarch tomorrow morning.”
you stared blankly.
“…isn't that a grave robbery?”
“i would like to call it spiritual retrieval.”
“that is literally grave robbery with prettier wording.”
she ignored you entirely.
“second…” for the first time, her expression grew strangely serious.
without saying anything further, your grandmother stood and crossed toward one of the old cabinets lining the far wall. after a moment of rummaging through faded scrolls and weathered books, she returned holding a folded piece of parchment.
carefully, she placed it in front of you.
your eyes lowered immediately.
drawn across the brittle paper were narrow mountain trails winding deep into a stretch of forest far beyond the outskirts of the city. near the very center, marked in faded ink barely visible with age, sat the outline of what looked like an ancient shrine.
“…what is this?”
your grandmother slowly returned to her seat.
“long ago, before modern cities swallowed the old lands, there were places where the boundary between our world and theirs remained… thinner.”
a small crease formed between your brows. “theirs?”
she folded her hands neatly atop the table.
“spirits. yokai. forgotten gods.” the candle beside you flickered strangely. your grandmother’s gaze lowered briefly toward the old map. “that shrine is one such place.”
silence settled heavily between you.
outside, wind tapped softly against the windows.
“…and what exactly am i supposed to do there?” you asked carefully.
her eyes slowly lifted toward yours. “pray.”
you blinked. “…pray?”
“sincerely.”
"grandma…” her expression remained frustratingly calm.
“there are old rumors surrounding that mountain.” she leaned back slightly. “it is said powerful beings still wander there… ancient creatures who have long abandoned human affairs.”
your stomach twisted faintly. you already disliked where this was going.
“if one of them finds your plea worthy…” her voice softened, “they may choose to help you.”
you stared at her for several long moments.
“…so your brilliant solution to my impending death is sending me alone into the mountains…”
“correct.”
“…to beg unknown supernatural entities not to let me die young.”
she smiled pleasantly. “exactly.”
you slowly rubbed both hands over your face.
“you know…” your voice came out muffled against your palms. “sometimes i genuinely wonder if you enjoy watching me suffer.”
your grandmother reached for her teacup.
“well.” she took a calm sip. “the dead noble will still be available if this fails.”
you lowered your hands immediately.
“…you’re still weirdly enthusiastic about grave robbing.”
“spiritual retrieval.”
“that is not better.”
***
the journey took far longer than expected.
the deeper you climbed, the quieter the world became. soon, even the sounds of the city had vanished completely, replaced only by the restless whisper of wind moving through towering cedar branches overhead.
something about the mountain felt… wrongly heavy. the deeper you ventured, the more it felt as though unseen eyes followed each step you took. you tightened your coat instinctively.
places touched by deity or yokai were never truly empty. though they rarely show themselves to human, they always observe and listened. the thought did little to settle your nerves, especially once the sky suddenly darkened overhead.
you barely had time to look up before freezing rain began crashing violently through the trees.
“you have got to be kidding me…”
wind tore mercilessly against your body. the narrow mountain path had quickly turned slick beneath your feet, forcing you to grip nearby branches for balance as you struggled forward.
through the heavy rainfall, you finally saw it.
nestled deep within the forest stood an old shrine. weathered wood, cracked stone lantern, and ancient unrecognizeable statues nearly swallowed by creeping vines.
relief hit you instantly.
stumbling forward, you hurried beneath the shelter of the shrine roof before collapsing to your knees. for several long moments, you simply focused on breathing. then slowly, you looked toward the old offering box standing before the shrine doors.
right. that was why you were here.
awkwardly pushing damp hair away from your face, you moved closer before kneeling properly. you weren’t exactly sure how one prayed to unknown supernatural beings. still…
you pressed your hands together.
“…i know this probably sounds ridiculous.” your voice came out embarrassingly small against the sound of rain. “and i don’t even know if anyone can hear me…”
the storm intensified, amking the branches groaned somewhere above.
you swallowed.
“…but if there really is someone here…” your fingers tightened together. “…please.”
your chest ached strangely. you hadn’t realized just how terrified you’d been until now.
“…i don’t want to die.”
for several long moments, nothing happened.
the rain continued falling steadily against the shrine roof overhead. wind whispered softly through the surrounding cedar trees. but otherwise—
silence. complete silence.
you remained kneeling there for another minute. then two, hands still pressed together. waiting, hoping, and begging for something.
anything.
a sign, a voice, some kind of acknowledgment that your desperate midnight pilgrimage had not been completely pointless.
but nothing came.
eventually, your shoulders slowly slumped as you let out a weak laugh, “right.”
what exactly had you expected? some ancient spirit descending from the heavens to save you?
'stupid.' you silently let out a weak breath.
carefully pushing yourself upright, you brushed damp leaves from your clothes before glancing once more toward the shrine standing quietly beneath the storm.
“…i guess i’ll come back tomorrow.”
the words were little more than a tired murmur.
turning away, you began carefully making your way back down the narrow mountain path. rainwater made every step treacherous beneath your shoes. branches brushed wetly against your shoulders as darkness stretched heavily between the trees.
your grandmother would probably insist you return tomorrow. or the day after that. or every day until something happened.
the thought alone exhausted you.
then—
something caught your eye.
you froze immediately.
several feet away, partially hidden beneath the undergrowth near the base of a large cedar tree. something white shifted weakly.
at first, you thought it was just a strange patch of snow somehow left untouched by the rain. but then it moved again.
hesitantly, you stepped closer, and immediately stopped.
a fox. large one. far too large, actually. its body lay awkwardly twisted against exposed tree roots, thick white fur soaked through with rainwater and stained dark crimson in several places.
your stomach dropped.
deep gashes ran violently across its side, blood still slowly dripping into the mud beneath it. it wasn’t moving much, barely breathing. for one terrible second, you thought it might already be dead.
then its chest rose. shallow and weak, showing the sign that it still alive.
you knew better, you had been taught since childhood that pity was dangerous when dealing with the supernatural. creatures near sacred places were rarely what they appeared to be.
if this was a spirit wearing borrowed skin, touching it could mean inviting something into your life that could never be sent away.
you should leave. right now. pretend you never saw it, and keep walking.
yet, your gaze remained fixed on the blood matted thickly against impossibly soft white fur. the poor thing looked like it had been attacked by something vicious.
its body twitched weakly with another shallow breath.
your fingers curled tightly at your sides. then muttered beneath your breath— “…damn it.”
carefully kneeling down beside it, you slowly reached forward. for several tense seconds, nothing happened.
then your hands slid carefully beneath its body.
warm. far warmer than any animal standing half-dead in freezing rain had any right to be and heavier too.
far heavier than expected.
you frowned faintly. “…what exactly have you been eating?”
the moment you lifted him, golden eyes suddenly snapped open directly at you. your breath caught instantly.
those eyes… something about them felt deeply unnatural. far too aware and intelligent for eyes of an animal. watching you with something far too deliberate for a creature barely clinging to consciousness.
for one horrible second, you genuinely thought it might lunge for your throat. instead, its eyes fluttered weakly.
the tension vanished, and moments later, its body sagged completely against your chest. unconscious once again.
you stared.
rainwater slid steadily down your face.
“…well.” adjusting his weight awkwardly against your arms, you exhaled slowly. “…there goes tomorrow’s shrine visit.”
***
you hadn’t planned on hiding a suspiciously enormous fox, or what you hoped was not a fox spirit, inside your bedroom. yet somehow, that had become your life.
thankfully, your family had been away most days handling work at one of the branch shrines outside town, leaving you enough privacy to avoid uncomfortable questions.
at first, you only meant to help until the creature recovered enough to move on its own. cleaning wounds, changing soaked bandages, and carefully spooning water near his mouth whenever fever overtook him.
you fully expected him to either die or disappear overnight. instead, he stayed and somehow began healing far too quickly.
wounds that should have taken weeks began closing within days. deep gashes vanished unnaturally fast beneath thick white fur——that should have frightened you, but surprisingly it didn’t.
what frightened you were the strange things you slowly began noticing afterward.
like sometimes, late at night, you sure his fur shimmered strangely silver beneath candlelight. or on the other times, you could have sworn he looked bigger than before. not much, just enough to make your stomach twist uncertainly.
occasionally, when you're half asleep, you found yourself blinking at what looked suspiciously like more than one tail curling lazily against your blankets. but every time you looked properly, there was only one.
still, despite everything, you had grown attached.
dangerously attached.
he followed you everywhere now. padding quietly behind you through the house like he had lived there forever.
whenever you sat studying purification scrolls, he rested beside you. whenever you slept, he curled insistently against your side. and whenever the curse flared badly enough to leave your body trembling in pain, he always came with warm fur pressing firmly against your stomach until the pain slowly disappeared.
somewhere along the way you had started calling him xixi.
for reasons you couldn’t quite explain, he always seemed strangely pleased whenever you did.
more concerningly, taking care of him made you had completely forgotten about returning to the shrine.
days blurred together. one became three, three became seven, then suddenly weeks had passed. and now, his wounds had almost completely healed. which meant the inevitable had arrived.
you couldn’t keep him here forever.
“i think…”
your fingers moved slowly through thick white fur where xixi rested comfortably against your lap.
outside, evening wind stirred softly against the paper windows, carrying with it the quiet rustling of leaves somewhere beyond your room.
“…you’re probably strong enough to leave now.”
instantly, his body went still. golden eyes slowly opened, watching you far too intently.
you forced a small smile, though something painful had already begun tightening inside your chest.
“your wounds are gone.” your fingers paused briefly against impossibly soft fur. “you don’t need me fussing over you anymore.”
“…so i guess this is goodbye.”
for some reason, the room suddenly felt far colder. you stared quietly at the white ears twitching faintly beneath your touch.
“…i’m really going to miss you.” the confession came softer than expected. almost fragile.
you let out a quiet breath.
“these past few weeks…” your lips curled faintly. “i think i forgot what it felt like to be scared all the time.”
his eyes remained fixed on you. unmoving. listening as you continued.
“…before you showed up…” your fingers trembled slightly. “…every day felt like i was waiting for something terrible to happen.”
another breath. unsteady.
“…but somehow, things stopped feeling so heavy.” for several moments, you said nothing. simply running your fingers through his fur one last time. then quietly, almost to yourself, you whispered, “…which is exactly why you need to go.”
the fox froze completely.
you looked away.unable to meet those strangely human eyes.
“…staying with someone like me…” your voice cracked slightly. “…won’t bring you anything good.”
outside, wind rattled sharply against the wooden frame of the house.
you forced yourself to continue.
"everything around me eventually gets dragged down with me.” your eyes stung unexpectedly.
'i need to go back to that shrine.' you stared toward the moonlight spilling faintly through the paper windows. 'it can't wait any longer.'
“guess i got distracted, huh?” you laughed softly, bitterly.
still, he hadn’t moved. you lowered your gaze again.
“anyway, thank you, xixi.” your smile trembled. “thank you for making me forget how miserable i am for a little while.”
the moment the words left your mouth, everything changed.
light erupted around you. violent and blinding. the force sent you crashing backward against the futon with a startled gasp. your vision spun violently as the golden light swallowing the entire room whole. and when it finally faded—
your heart stopped.
someone stood before you. tall, inhumanly beautiful, with long silver hair spilled freely over broad shoulders like liquid moonlight. nine magnificent tails swayed slowly behind him, filling nearly the entire room with shimmering white light. his golden eyes burned like living fire.
you couldn’t breathe. “xixi…?”
something unreadable crossed his expression. disbelief, then something far quieter.
something almost wounded as though hearing those words from you had unsettled him more deeply than he cared to admit.
slowly, he stepped forward. then another until your back pressed helplessly against the futon. one clawed hand planted firmly beside your head, trapping you beneath him.
“someone like you?” his voice was low, dangerously quiet. the kind of quiet that made your entire body freeze.
golden eyes narrowed sharply. “…is that truly how you see yourself?”
your pulse thundered violently. you opened your mouth—
nothing came out.
his gaze darkened.
“…you spend weeks nursing a wounded creature you know nothing about.” another step closer. warm breath ghosted across trembling lips. “you hide me inside your home despite knowing full well what i might be.”
one tail curled slowly around your waist. tightening. possessive.
“you suffer beneath a curse powerful enough to kill you…”
his expression shifted then. anger softening into something infinitely more dangerous. something unbearably tender.
“and yet your greatest concern…”
his fingers brushed softly against your cheek. far gentler than claws should allow.
“…is whether misfortune might reach me.”
your breath caught.
his gaze changed.
something vulnerable flickered there now. barely visible but unmistakable——affection. the sort of look someone wore only after losing a battle against emotions they had not meant to feel.
“do you know…” his voice had grown quieter now. almost reverent. “…how long it has been…”
his thumb traced slowly against your skin.
“…since anyone has looked at me with kindness rather than fear?”
you stared up at him helplessly. unable to think. unable to breathe.
slowly, he reached for your hand, lifting it carefully. his golden eyes never left yours.
“humans beg gods and spirits for blessings.” another tail wrapped slowly around your thigh. “wealth.”
his lips brushed softly against your knuckles. warm and dangerously intimate.
“…power.”
another kiss. higher this time.
the inside of your wrist.
your pulse jumped violently beneath his mouth.
“long life.”
heat spread instantly through your skin.
golden light began curling slowly around your arm.
your eyes widened. “xixi—”
“yixiang.” his voice rumbled softly against your wrist. he lifted his head, watching you. something almost amused flickering briefly through ancient golden eyes. “my name is yixiang.”
before you could react, he turned your hand over then pressed one final kiss directly against the center of your palm.
instantly, the world exploded in light. heat surged violently through your entire body as a crimson markings spiraled upward beneath your skin, winding around your arm before disappearing somewhere deep inside your chest.
you gasped sharply.
when the light vanished, he slowly looked up and smiled. completely unlike the teasing creature you had grown used to.
“there.”
your chest rose sharply.
“…what…” your voice shook violently. “…what did you just do?”
his forehead lowered slowly against yours. nine tails wrapped around you both like living silk. keeping you close, warm, and safe.
his eyes softened, glowing gently now.
“I rewrote your fate.”
you stared at him speechlessly.
his fingers slowly intertwined with yours, warmth spreading where your skin touched.
“…your curse no longer answers to whatever marked you.”
your pulse thundered violently. “…why?”
for several moments, he simply watched you. something strangely vulnerable flickered behind those ancient golden eyes.
when he finally spoke, his voice had softened into something dangerously intimate.
“because i watched you stand before a shrine begging for salvation,” his thumb traced slowly across your knuckles. “only to forget your own suffering the moment you found me.”
your breath caught.
he leaned closer. close enough now that your foreheads brushed lightly together.
“…you were afraid of me.” one tail tightened gently around your waist. “you knew i was not ordinary fox.”
another breath.
warm against your skin.
“and still…” his fingers tilted your chin upward., forcing your eyes to meet his. “you carried me home.”
outside, the evening wind whispered softly against the paper windows.
his eyes searched yours quietly. carefully. as though trying to understand something he himself had not expected. then, he smiled, dangerously tender.
“do you understand how foolish you are?”
your breath hitched.
his nose brushed softly against yours. another tail curled lazily around your thigh. keeping you there and close.
“you gave shelter to a creature you did not understand.”
his fingers tightened around yours.
“you offered warmth.”
his golden eyes darkened. something ancient shifting beneath them. something possessive.
“…and somewhere along the way," a pause. “i became unwilling to let this world take you from me.”
your chest tightened painfully.
his lips brushed softly against the corner of your mouth. not quite a kiss, but something gentler yet far more dangerous. a promise.
“from this moment onward...” his voice dropped lower. “your fate no longer belongs to the heavens.”
his tails tightened around you both. warm and protective.
“…it belongs to me.”
a/n. a sudden inspiration just came to me because of a post in my dashboard, and i thought, why not? it probably will be a cute short drabble. yeah, except it got carried away and ta-da! what just happened?
hi may!! not the same anon who asked u if ur reqs r open but i'd love to send u a req... i adoooooore ur writing (〃ﾟ ᵕ ﾟ〃)
why, hello there! thanks for your adoration toward my so-so writing (still try to improving tho) hehe. sure, feel free to drop your request through my ask. i will try to write it as best as i could.
k and soulmate!au? who thought you can make it so sweet like that. it was a chef-kiss 😘 especially the part "since when you're so magical", that got me giggling non-stop. good work!
hehe, it was my attempt to insert some comedy 🫣😅 not so bad lah for first try, but not that good either tbh. thank you for liking soulmate!k
nobody in your friend group understands why you and jo can't stop arguing long enough to survive a single hangout. too bad they also don't know that somewhere between insults and hatred, the two of you hide something else.
asakura jo x reader | 940 words. | fluff, slice of life, friends-to-enemies-to-lovers!au | cw. minor injury
no one in the friend group understood why you and jo couldn’t go a single day without arguing.
it wasn’t even serious arguments most of the time. just endless bickering over stupid things—who cheated during mario kart, who stole whose drink, who started the fight first. somehow, every group hangout ended with the two of you going back and forth while everyone else watched in exhaustion.
and honestly?
nobody bothered stopping it anymore.
because every attempt always ended badly. either they got dragged into the argument themselves, or you and jo suddenly teamed up to attack them instead.
there was no winning.
the weird rivalry between you two started during freshman year after a fight over the last strawberry cake in the campus café. jo insisted he saw it first. you insisted he was a liar. in the end, you won the cake and jo held the grudge.
ever since then, the teasing never stopped.
nicholas and taki once got so tired of the constant fighting that they literally locked both of you inside a practice room storage closet for an hour, convinced it would force the two of you to talk things out properly.
instead, the two of you came out looking even more annoyed with each other.
or at least that’s what everyone thought.
because the truth was—
the closet incident actually worked.
somewhere between yelling at each other in the dark and arguing over whose fault it was, something shifted. the tension stopped feeling irritating and started feeling dangerously different.
after that night, you and jo agreed on one thing: absolutely nobody could find out.
if nicholas or taki discovered their stupid plan actually worked, neither of you would ever hear the end of it.
so the “hatred” continued. except now it was fake.
behind closed doors, jo held your hand under restaurant tables, stayed over at your apartment until 3 a.m., and kissed you goodbye like he didn’t want to leave.
meanwhile, in front of everyone else, he still rolled his eyes whenever you entered the room.
and honestly? it worked surprisingly well.
until recently.
because jo was getting terrible at pretending. especially whenever other guys got too close to you.
like now.
jo sat on the bench beside fuma while watching taki help you balance on a skateboard near the basketball court. your laughter carried across the area every time you nearly lost balance, fingers gripping tightly onto taki’s sleeve.
jo’s jaw tightened immediately, which fuma noticed almost instantly. “you’re staring again.”
“i’m not.”
“you look one second away from fighting taki.”
jo looked away with a scoff. “he’s literally holding onto her.”
“because she almost fell three times.”
still, jo hated it. he hated how naturally touchy taki was. hated how close he stood. and hated how you smiled so easily around him.
most of all, he hated that he couldn’t do anything about it without exposing everything.
“seriously,” fuma continued, “why do you dislike her so much?”
“just annoying, i guess.”
jo couldn’t stop watching you.
his promise to keep the relationship secret suddenly felt impossible to maintain when all he wanted was to pull you away somewhere private and remind everyone you were his.
before he could spiral further into jealousy, your skateboard tilted too far forward.
“oh wait—” you lost balance instantly.
everyone flinched as you fell onto the concrete with a painful sound. jo was already halfway standing before he remembered himself.
taki hurried toward you first. “are you okay?”
“i’m fine,” you groaned, laughing from embarrassment despite the sting on your lip. then your eyes met jo’s.
his expression immediately gave him away—worry, panic, and guilt. you quickly nodded at him like a silent reassurance. 'i’m okay.'
“oi, jo,” fuma called out, “stop standing there and go buy water and bandages.”
“why me?” jo complained automatically.
“then, do you want stay here with her?” jo froze. “…i’ll buy it.”
"on second thought, it might better for taki and me to go instead."
"just stay with her. and please don't start any fight with her," added taki.
the second fuma and taki disappeared around the corner, jo immediately crouched in front of you.
“let me see.” his voice dropped completely softer now. you moved your hand away from your lip, revealing the small cut near the corner of your mouth.
jo frowned immediately, “you scared me.”
“it’s just a scratch.”
“but still, you fell really hard.”
his hand hovered near your face carefully before brushing lightly against your chin to inspect the injury better. the concern in his eyes made your chest ache a little.
“thank you for not running over earlier,” you teased quietly. “i know you wanted to.”
jo sighed under his breath. “that was really hard, actually.”
you smiled.
he glanced toward the direction fuma and taki left before looking back at you again.
“how much longer are we hiding this?”
the sudden question caught you off guard.
jo leaned back against the bench beside you, frustration written all over his face now.
“i’m serious,” he muttered. “i don’t think i can keep pretending i dislike you when every guy here keeps looking at you.”
your expression softened immediately. “jo…”
“and don’t think i didn’t see how close taki was standing.”
you laughed quietly. “were you jealous?”
“obviously.”
his honesty made your face warm instantly.
before you could respond, jo wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you gently against him, resting his face against your shoulder.
finally. nothing holding him back.
“jo,” you whispered, laughing softly, “they could come back any second.”
after years of believing soulmates simply weren’t part of your story, getting injured at a university expo was supposed to be the worst thing to happen that day. then koga yudai casually called you his soulmate, and somehow turned your entire life upside down.
koga yudai (k) x reader | 1,476 words. | fluff, university!au, soulmate!au
when you were younger, your grandmother used to tell you bedtime stories filled with old legends that felt too gentle to be anything but real. your favorite was always the tale of the red string of fate, the invisible thread said to connect soulmates long before they ever met. you used to ask her, completely serious, when your own string would finally appear, only to receive a soft laugh and a promise that some things were never meant to be seen too early.
soulmates weren’t always bound by strings or matching symbols. instead, each pair shared a unique ability that awakened around the age of sixteen, quietly confirming the existence of the person meant for them somewhere in the world.
some were extraordinary in obvious ways. others were subtle enough to miss at first.
your parents, for example, could always find each other no matter where they were. your grandparents had aged in perfect sync, never once separated by time.
it was proof enough that soulmates existed. maybe you just happened to be the exception. after enough years passed without anything changing, disappointment eventually stopped feeling dramatic and settled into something quieter—something easier to live with.
by the time you reached university, you had already started to accept the idea that maybe your story simply didn’t include a soulmate at all.
then came the university expo.
you honestly couldn’t even remember how you ended up volunteering for the committee again. something about credits, responsibilities, and fuma asking you with that tone you could never refuse. it was how you found yourself standing under the late summer sun, handing out flyers to passing students while your assigned teammates had conveniently disappeared.
you adjusted the stack of pamphlets in your hands and forced yourself to keep smiling, even as your patience slowly thinned. it was supposed to be a simple rotation job, but somehow you had been left doing twice the work alone. you were already planning exactly what you would say to taki the next time you saw him, and none of it was polite.
that was when someone bumped into you.
hard.
the flyers scattered across the grass while pain shot through your arm where her bag had hit you. she didn’t even stop to apologize properly, already walking away as if nothing had happened.
you exhaled sharply, crouching down to gather the papers while muttering under your breath, “ugh, freshmen these days…”
your arm throbbed with every movement, but you forced yourself to ignore it. it wasn’t the first time you had been overworked for the sake of club duties, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.
still, you really needed to learn how to say no.
when you finally made your way back toward the booth, you ran into euijoo, who was guiding a small group of freshmen. he immediately noticed your expression before his eyes dropped to your arm.
whatever he had been about to say disappeared instantly.
“what happened?”
before you could answer, he had already handed the freshmen off to someone else and was dragging you toward the clinic with zero hesitation.
the door swung open a little too aggressively.
“nurse, my fri—” euijoo stopped mid-sentence because there was no nurse.
instead, inside the clinic stood yudai with his head buried inside a cabinet, one hand holding random medicine boxes while he muttered something to himself like he had been searching for ten minutes and still had no idea what he was doing.
he glanced over casually. “the nurse stepped out.”
then, as if nothing was unusual about this situation, he returned to what he was doing.
euijoo frowned. “what are you doing here? shouldn’t you be at the booth with fuma and nicholas?”
“fuma sent me for stomach medicine,” yudai replied casually, lifting a small box triumphantly. “found it.”
he then turned his attention toward you, eyes dropping to your arm. “and you?”
“our [name] here got hurt,” euijoo explained quickly. “and she refuses to admit it’s serious.”
“because it is nothing,” you insisted immediately. “it just hurts a little.”
yudai looked at you for a moment longer than necessary, expression unreadable, before letting out a slow sigh.
“leave her.”
both you and euijoo blinked. “what?”
“i’ll handle it,” he said simply, already moving toward the door. he placed the medicine into euijoo’s hands and physically pushed him out. “go before fuma finds out you abandoned your post.”
“hey—!”
the door slammed shut.
silence settled over the clinic.
you slowly turned to yudai. “you just removed me from my responsibilities without permission.”
“you’ll survive.”
“…rude.”
he ignored you, pulling up a chair and sitting across from you, gaze dropping to your arm. for once, there was no teasing in his expression.
it was almost unsettling.
“i can treat this myself,” you said cautiously.
he nodded. “i know.”
“then why are you still here?”
he leaned back slightly, arms crossing as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "because if i leave you alone for five minutes, you'll probably end up making it worse somehow."
"…that's not taking care of me."
"same thing."
that answer made absolutely no sense coming from him.
you had known yudai for years, and if there was one thing you were certain of, it was that he did not “take care” of people unless it involved making fun of them first.
so this version of him—quiet, focused, unusually attentive—felt wrong in a way you couldn’t explain.
“close your eyes,” he said suddenly.
you hesitated. “why?”
“just do it.”
reluctantly, you obeyed.
you expected pain, but none came. instead, a strange warmth spread across your arm, gentle and light, like something invisible was stitching your skin back together. when you opened your eyes again, k was already pulling his hand away, as if nothing unusual had just happened.
“it’s done,” he said.
you looked down to see your arm was completely healed. no scratch. no pain. nothing.
“how…?” you stared at him in shock.
yudai scratched the back of his neck like he was annoyed by the question itself. “i figured it out a few months ago.”
“figured it out?”
“apparently i can heal injuries.”
you blinked. “…that’s not normal.”
“no kidding.”
you stared at him harder. “since when were you magical?”
he shrugged. “since always, probably. just didn’t notice until recently.”
your brain was struggling to process everything at once.
then he added, far too casually, “it only works on my soulmate though.”
silence.
you looked at him while your brain struggled to catch up with what had just come out of his mouth. meanwhile, yudai looked completely unaffected, like he hadn't casually thrown your entire understanding of life out the window.
“…wait,” you finally said, voice rising. “what did you just say?”
yudai frowned slightly. “are you slow?”
“excuse me?”
“soulmate,” he repeated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “you know. that thing that’s apparently real.”
you opened your mouth. closed it again. then opened it again.
“i thought that was a myth, almost.”
yudai sighed. “you’re really not helping your case right now.”
you could only look at him, completely unprepared for how casually he was delivering this information, especially considering this was yudai—someone who once tried to microwave metal just to “see what would happen.” and now he was casually telling you you were destined soulmates.
“…so i’m your soulmate?”
“yeah.”
“you’re sure?”
“pretty sure.”
you blinked at him in disbelief. you didn’t know whether to laugh or panic.
yudai leaned back in his chair, watching your reaction with mild amusement.
“i wasn’t going to tell you yet,” he admitted. “i only figured it out recently anyway. but then you showed up injured and looked annoying enough to prove my theory.”
“…wow.”
“what?”
“that is the worst soulmate confession i’ve ever heard.”
“you’re welcome.”
despite everything, a small laugh escaped you. yudai noticed.
of course he did.
and for once, instead of teasing you immediately, he just looked away slightly, scratching his cheek like he was trying to ignore the fact that he was smiling too.
“so,” you said after a moment, “what now?”
“no idea,” he answered honestly. then he glanced at you again. “we figure it out. quietly.”
“quietly?”
“yeah,” he said, standing up and stretching like this was just another normal day. “if fuma finds out, he’ll make it everyone’s problem.”
you let out a laugh at that despite yourself.
“fair.”
yudai walked toward the door, then paused like he had forgotten something.
you looked up. “what?”
he glanced back at you, expression softer than usual.
“you owe me for saving your arm.”
you rolled your eyes. “you literally just healed me because we’re soulmates.”
“still counts.”
“…you’re impossible.”
"and yet," he said, glancing back with a small grin that looked suspiciously softer than usual, "looks like we're stuck with each other now."
Is there any possibility of 2nd part for the nicho fanfiction? You know, maybe like from his pov about y/n or it's his turn to confess. No pressure, but hoping you say yes to this 🙏 Love your writing 😘
i can't promise anything yet. but we will see in the future
why was I smiling so much while reading this?? i never thought secret admirer/confession trope could had me hooked so deeply. it's sooo cute
then i definately smiling because of your ask 🫣 thank you so much for liking 'nth confession'.
i got inspired by a webnovel where the fl confessed to the ml for 100 times (if i remember correctly) but only got rejected everytime—some of you might know the webnovel/manhwa, i'm not spoilering anything here🤫. and a thought occurred, why don't i make fic with similar trope but make it fluff.
i worry for a second it would turn out bad, but looks like i succeed in delivering it 🥳
just read all of it thinking it'd be a quick fic and somehow ended up fully invested??? excuse me miss, how you got such an amazing idea for those fics (my fav is the jo one. oh i hope i meet my old crush and turns out they show interest to me too).
thank you. it actually have been sitting on my draft for a quite long time. i just happen to find the perfect time to post it, hehe 😁
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