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what am i to you?

synopsis: maeda riku is out of your league

pairings: maeda riku x reader, pianoplayer!au

warnings: angst with a happy ending, reader drools on riku's shirt lol, family pressures (riku), insecurities

wc: 5.5k

—

You think something's terribly wrong with your love radar. It seems that it always goes wrong when you like someone. Either they turn out to be taken, they like another girl, or they don't even like girls. Your brain seems to love torturing you, you realize. But this is a different type of romantic suffering. One that pulls at your heart and leaves you in the dark even when you beg for someone to let you out. It sounds exaggerated, dramatic even, but when is love not?

A certain someone snaps you out of your thoughts when he waves his hand in your face, chuckling. "Hellooo? Earth to Y/N? Were you entranced by my excellent performance or something?" He laughs, pushing your shoulder playfully.

Maeda Riku. The school's heartthrob, number 03 on the college volleyball team as the main setter, extremely and irritatingly smart, the guy whose parents and siblings are well known medical professionals. He should be in the courts, putting on a show for scouts, or studying for his upcoming finals, yet he's here with you, fingers dancing on the keys of the piano, the sounds echoing through the empty music room.

You don't exactly remember how you got yourself into this situation. Something about your roommate's childhood friend's mom wanting her brother to learn how to play piano like her. Her old piano teacher retired, so she was looking for someone new to teach him. In other words, Riku's mom hired you to teach him how to play piano. You don't understand why he needs to. He's already incredibly talented, planning his sets with precise calculation and always being top of the class. You suppose she's the kind of mother that makes you learn a sport in elementary school so you're physically active. But alas, you don't understand anyway.

With a forced smile and soft claps, you commend him just like everyone else.

"You're a natural!"

"That's the 7th time you've said that tonight." Riku says monotonously, but a small smile plays on his lips anyway. You throw your head back in laughter, eyes crinkling with every giggle.

“Can’t I compliment my best student?” You tease. He rolls his eyes jokingly, gesturing to you. “I’m your only student.”

A laugh leaves your lips, changing the music sheet to a new song. You gesture to it, signaling him to play. He sits up straight and begins to play again. Just then, a girl barges into the music room, startling you. Riku stops playing and looks at you worriedly, glancing back to the door. A girl stands there, looking right at him. She smiles brightly, giggling.

"Oh! Riku-kun, sorry for interrupting," she giggles again. You sigh, staring off into the distance, not bothering to look at her. "Sion said you were here! He said some scouts are here to see you. They'll be waiting for you in the gym."

His eyes widen, rubbing his hands on his knees. "Alright, tell him I'll be there in a bit," he replies. She smiles, nodding. "Sounds good! Thanks for teaching our Riku-kun, Y/N!" You turn around, sending her a small smile and a thumbs up.

This is the kind of infatuation that leaves you in the dark. The kind of love where one is unattainable, at least to someone like you. With a bow and a sheepish smile, Riku apologizes to you as he leaves. You don't say anything as he leaves, only thinking about how unrealistic it'd be for him to like you the way you do him.

—

Riku's eyes furrow together, his lips pursed as he tries to finish the bridge of the song. He presses the wrong key, slamming his hands onto the piano and groaning in frustration. You chuckle calmly, patting his back and offering him a sip of the smoothie you two bought earlier.

"It's okay, Riku. I had a lot of trouble with this part too when I was learning it," you assure him. He still doesn't look convinced, glancing down at his feet. You continue to pat his back soothingly, letting him collect his thoughts. He sits up, still not saying a word as he slings his duffle bag over his shoulder. Your heart drops, wondering if you were too harsh on him. But he looks at you and flashes a small smile, as if hearing your thoughts.

"I'm not mad, Y/N, if that's what you were thinking. I just need to head to practice. Thanks for the smoothie though. I'll see you 'round?"

You look up at him, glancing back at the piano, silently wishing he'd stay. But you nod your head and let him go anyway, just like you always do.

You watch as he leaves the music room, Jaehee waiting for him at the door. "How was it?" He asks. Riku groans again, throwing his head back. "Horrible, I couldn't get the song down. I don't know how Y/N's not sick of me yet," he mutters towards the end. You chuckle to yourself.

You don't know either.

—

Maybe you need to get used to watching from the sidelines, you realize. You find yourself in the audience as you watch Riku spike the ball. His uniform showcases his muscles perfectly, hair slightly damp from sweat but slicked back like it was meant to be that way. The cheerleaders shout for him, egging him on to get yet another point for the team. He licks his lips, swiftly moving to the left side of the court and setting perfectly once again for the spiker Ryo. He slams the ball down, and the sound ricochets across the court. The crowd erupts in applause, another set going to NCTU once again.

You watch as Riku’s face grows into the brightest smile yet, running around as he pulls his teammates into a group hug. A soft smile plays on your face, proud of him for winning.

“Y/N, it physically hurts me to see you like this. Please, for once, just make a move on him!” Your roommate, Yizhuo, wails from beside you. You scoff, not looking away from Riku even once.

“Look at him, Ning. He’s too popular for my own good. I’m not anything more to him than his piano teacher,” you shrug.

“Then why did he invite you to his game?” She challenges.

“Probably just so he can show as many people as possible how good he is at volleyball.”

“But he-“ She sighs, pouting, “never mind. You need to have more confidence in yourself, babe.”

“I am confident, Ning. I just know where I stand when it comes to him.”

“And where is that?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Like this. In the back, on the sidelines, just watching.”

—

The school festival comes up and you tell the teacher in charge that Riku wants to play. Truth is, he doesn't even know there's a festival. His mom had asked you to volunteer him as tribute. He finds out the next day, pacing around the music room in stress.

"Ugh, why did mom have to make me play? I barely know how to play the ABCs, how does she expect me to perform a full song?! I just-"

"Riku, breathe," you say, louder than expected. He stops to look at you, breathing heavily. You pat the spot next to you, and he takes a seat. You mindlessly rub his shoulder soothingly, smiling.

"You are genuinely one of the most hardworking people I know. There's no doubt in my mind that you can't do this."

His glossy eyes look into yours, and you smile once again. He scoffs, but not in annoyance or disbelief. In amusement, of how much you trust him not to mess it up. And for once, he inhales and lets himself breathe.

After several late night sessions and countless instances of cramped fingers, the night of the festival approaches. The MC begins the introduction, and you're in the dressing room with Riku, fanning his face to avoid him from going into a full-blown panic attack.

"I don't think I can do this, Y/N- I'm not ready, I can't-" He rambles. You pinch his ear, and he winces.

"What the hell was that for?!" He whines.

"Maeda Riku, get yourself together. You've been practicing this song for three weeks now, and not once have I been dissatisfied with your performance. And you know how picky I am with recitals," you smirk, to which he laughs, "So take some breaths, chew gum, stretch, do whatever you think will help you calm down, but don't you dare back out on me. Not when you've been working your ass off for this night."

He stares up at you with those glossy eyes again, this time with determination. Then he places his hand over yours and asks, "Promise you'll be the first person to greet me when I walk off that stage?"

You chuckle. "How could I not?" With your pinky finger reached out, he takes it and interlocks it with his, locking the promise like it's an oath.

That night, Riku gets on the stage and plays the piano with a newfound confidence, fingers delicately dancing on the keyboard and soft notes filling the air, hitting every key with ease. The crowd is entranced, and they roar in applause when he finishes. He bows towards the audience, and immediately runs backstage.

"Oh my god, Riku! That was so beautiful!" You exclaim in excitement. He says nothing but wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace. You're taken aback, but hug him back anyway.

"Thank you," he whispers into your ear. You giggle. "For what?" You ask.

"Everything."

—

“You know, come to think of it, I’ve never seen you play,” Riku says. Your eyes meet his, and you glance down to where your knees are touching. He looks at you, then the piano, silently asking you to play.

“Have you ever seen your coach play volleyball?” You shoot back. He laughs.

“That’s completely different!” He complains. You laugh as well.

“It is not!”

But alas, you’re forced to place your hands on the keyboard and play. As you gracefully play a tune, Riku stares at you intently. He doesn’t look at the notes you’re playing, nor does he look at the music sheet to see if you’re playing the song correctly, but he looks at you. Your eyes glued onto the sheet, the curve of your nose, your lips. His eyes sparkle under the dim light of the music room, admiring you from your side. When you finish, you look at Riku, smiling proudly. “Happy now?”

“That was… the OST to Your Name.”

“It is,” you reply. “I heard you liked that movie.”

His mouth is slightly open, still shocked.

“I do.”

Something in the air shifts that night. You don’t know what it is, but you feel it regardless. You hope he does too.

—

A hand rests on your shoulder, shaking it gently. You raise your head from the desk, blinking up at whoever is looking down at you. You don't even need to adjust your eyes to know who it is.

"What is it now, Maeda?" You whine, frowning slightly from being awoken out of your nap. He pulls out the chair next to you and sits, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You hate how your cheeks warm up.

"How was your nap, sleeping beauty?" He teases, his hand still near your shoulder. You grab his wrist and take it off, slightly scowling.

"Stop doing that, someone might see," you complain, but his head quirks to the side like he's confused. "So? Who cares if someone sees?" He inquires, almost like he has no awareness of his social status. Riku leans forward, only inches away from your sleepy face.

"I got a coupon for two free combo meals at that Vietnamese restaurant two blocks away. You down to go after class?"

"Why don't you ask one of your friends?" You groan. He frowns.

"You are my friend," he says matter-of-factly. With a yawn, you give him a look. "I know, but why me out of all people?" Riku's face scrunches up almost disgustedly. He flails his arms out a little, seemingly frustrated.

"Because I want to go with you. Is that so hard to understand?" He insists. You scoff, smiling at the boy.

"Fine, but you owe me bus money to get home after," you say. Riku chuckles.

"Oh please, I'll have one of the butlers drive you home."

Before you know it, you're sitting in the restaurant with warmly dim lights and Riku right in front of you. A small part of you is getting all giddy at the situation, feeling like it could be a real date. But you shut down your own wandering thoughts, brushing it off as always. After ordering, the table goes quiet, just you playing with the napkins provided.

"Okay, I kind of lied. I invited you because I sort of felt bad," he admits. You raise an eyebrow. "For what?"

Riku looks down at his plate, running his nails over it. "I felt like it was unfair for you—that you know so much about me, you've met my family and been to my house, yet it's like I don't know a single thing about you. It's not right."

You smile, a little shyly. "So you invited me here to ask me about my personal life?" He looks up, almost panicked that he said the wrong thing. Riku shakes his head, hurriedly saying, "No, I just meant—" A laugh leaves your lips, finding his panic humorous. He grins, looking at you like it's the only thing that matters.

"I was just teasing, Kuri. Ask away, officer," you say. The nickname leaves your lips so naturally you don't even notice it, but Riku does. He smiles softly, hoping you call him by that name again.

—

Riku comes into the music room and slams his bag onto the floor. It makes you whip your head around to look at him, but he says nothing as he takes a seat next to you and starts to read the music sheet. You're scared to say the wrong thing, but you try anyway.

"What's wrong?" You ask cautiously.

"Nothing."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Don't start with me, you think. "You seem upset about something. What happened?"

"Nothing, Y/N." You clench your fists resting on your side and take a breath. "Riku, I can tell something's up with you. Why don't you just tell me so we can-"

"Okay, fine. You wanna know what's wrong? You wanna know what I'm upset about? What's wrong is that I feel like I'm putting on a facade every day. My mom always wants more from me. She needs me to do better in volleyball, she needs me to study for all my exams, she needs me to be a piano prodigy of some sort, but I can't keep up with it anymore. Every day I get up and act like the perfect son, the perfect student, the perfect athlete, and it still doesn't feel like I'm enough-" He says exasperated. "You'd think they'd be impressed, but everyone wants more. More of my time, more of my energy. It's more than I can give." You don't think Riku realizes he started crying. But you see it, the way tears stream his cheeks and the way his eyes turn a little red.

You don't know how to comfort people. But for Riku, you try.

With open arms, you wrap them around his shoulders like he did the night of the festival, warm and comforting. Your hand finds its way to the back of his head, holding it as if he were a delicate baby.

"It's okay. Just let it out, Riku." He pauses for a little before beginning to sob into your chest, staining your shirt with his tears. You slowly rock him back and forth like a mother to her child, caressing his head gently. But through his cries, you whisper hushed words into his ear.

"I didn't know you felt that way. It must be hard, living under so much pressure. But you are more than enough. You're still worth loving even when you're not doing your best. You're still enough even when you miss your sets, or when you fail your exams, or when you miss the keys. And even if everyone else asks you for more, just know that this is good enough for me. I'm content with you showing up, and I'm happy when you walk into this room no matter how tired you are. So thank you for trying, even if it's just a little bit."

You don't know how to comfort people, but little did you know that the words you whispered into Riku's ear in the midst of the quiet room that night were enough to keep him going even during his hardest times. Little did you know that he still thinks about it to this day, knowing that you'll be there to catch him if he falls.

—

The referee blows the whistle, signaling the start of the last set. The scores are tied, and the players from both schools are dripping in sweat, their cheeks flushed a deep pink. Riku is one of them, a small towel wrapped around his neck, droplets of sweat falling from the tips of his hair. The audience is deep into the plays, all hunched over like you're scared to miss even a second of it. You sit in the front this time, special request from the honey-skinned man himself.

"You comin' to the game tonight, Y/N-nie?" He asks, leaned back in his chair. You look up from your books, shrugging. "Not sure. Who're you guys playing against again?"

He frowns slightly, so small you almost don't catch it. Riku fidgets with his hands, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"HYBE University. Are you busy or something?" He asks.

"I don't think so. Why?" You ask back, awaiting his answer.

"I just-" He sighs, laughing a little, "I want you to be there."

Ah, you think. Now that's what you like to hear.

You smile at him, nodding. "Alright then, I'll be there. I'm bringing Ningning, though."

Riku beams, smiling so bright he outshines the sun.

Maeda Riku walks up to the line, heaving like he's just ran a marathon. The crowd goes quiet, so quiet that even a small breath could break the silence. Ning Yizhuo slaps your back, to which you wince. "Ouch, Ning! Why is your hand so heavy?"

She smiles sheepishly, rubbing the same spot she smacked. "Sorry! Just needed to get your attention. Go cheer your man on!" She encourages. You put your hand over your lips, contemplating. Before you can decide, Ning shouts a hoarse "Maeda Riku!" out loud, the sound echoing in the court.

You attempt to pinch her thigh, but to no avail as she dodges you with ease. Everyone around you is looking, and Yizhuo can't help but cover her mouth to hide her laughter. Riku turns to the sound, immediately locking eyes with you. So in a desperate attempt to seem less stupid, you muster the bigger smile you can and throw two thumbs up, shouting,

"You got this, Kuri!"

He pauses for a bit, and it almost scares you how indifferent his face is. But then, a laugh. A big, hearty laugh from him can be heard from the bottom of the court, and he smiles so big you're sure his cheeks hurt from it. Riku's eyes light up, and he sends you a smile. Not a wink like he does the fangirls, not an eyebrow raise like he does his friends, but a smile. A subtle, soft smile that says, "Thank you." Thank you for taking some weight off my shoulders, thank you for showing me that you care even when I'm not doing my best.

It startles you a bit, how your heart aches in the best way and how you can't help the grin that grows on your face. It startles you a bit to see a different side of Riku that only you know.

—

“I appreciate your efforts more than you could ever know, Y/N. I’ll send you the last payment. Thank you so much for all your help. We’re always here if you need anything, sweetie. Goodbye now!” Riku’s mom exclaims. She hangs up the phone, leaving you laying there on your bed in silence.

She doesn’t need you to teach Riku how to play piano anymore.

You hate to admit it, but you just wanted him to yourself. Teaching him Twinkle Twinkle Little Star wasn’t how you planned on getting him to stay a little longer, but you found yourself getting used to the time you had with him, even if it was for a small while. Your heart drops to your stomach, realizing that the small part of Riku that you were so desperately holding on to is now being stripped away from you.

But maybe it was never yours to begin with, just like how he was never yours in the first place.

And so just like that, you stop talking to Riku. You don’t send him corny piano memes, you don’t call him to ask when the next session is, and you don’t like the stories he posts playing the songs he learned, even when he tags you in the caption with a sweet “Learned from the best :)” typed in. You shut Riku out of your life like it’s the only thing you know, because you’re scared of being hurt by someone who didn’t love you to begin with.

—

You walk down the hallways silently, earbuds nudged into your earlobes like you’re trying to tune the world out. You hate to admit it, but you miss Riku. You miss his high pitched laugh, his sweet smile, and you miss the way his eyes light up when he plays the song right. You miss—

A hand grabs your wrist, softly yet firmly. You turn around and find Maeda Riku standing next to you, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He asks so directly it almost scares you. He almost sounds desperate, but you don’t want to get ahead of yourself.

“Your mother said I don’t need to teach you anymore. She’s satisfied with your skill level,” you say simply.

“Still, you don’t want to keep in touch?” He replies. His eyes are a little glassy, but you brush it off.

“Of course I do, Kuri,” you say, realizing that may be the last time you call him that. “I’m always here. I’ll see you ‘round?”

"No, Y/N, wait-" He's cut off when the bell rings. You let out a breath of relief, pivoting on your foot in the opposite direction.

And with that, you walk away from Riku once again, stopping yourself from glancing back. He stands in the hallway, frozen, girls approaching him from behind. Their voices are muffled in his mind, his eyes focused on your figure as you leave his sight.

—

Riku goes to class the next day, your absence slipping his mind for a small time. It's only when he finds himself standing in the music room after school does he realize that you've left. He sits on the left side of the chair and plays anyway, still hoping you'll walk in and sit on the spot he saved for you. He practices your favorite song for the millonth time, playing every note perfectly. Only you're not there to tell him it was the best performance you've seen, and that you want to hear it again. Riku stares at the spot left for you, the spot he's afraid will never be filled again.

He has a sinking feeling in his stomach. Maeda Riku lets people come and go, but he clenches his fist, squeezes his eyes shut, and prays to anyone listening that you stay.

—

It takes exactly 17 days for Maeda Riku to talk to you. It happens when you’re in your apartment, watching When Life Gives You Tangerines while snacking on some Cheetos. You hear your doorbell ring and groan, grunting as you lift yourself up from the couch and check on the doorbell camera.

Your heart drops when you see him standing at your door. Your hand holds the doorknob, yet you don’t move. Riku is dressed in a gray hoodie and black sweats. The expression on his face is indecipherable, he simply stands there, hands in his pockets. Before you can think, you twist the knob and push the door open.

Riku’s eyes widen a little, tilting his head. “Hey, Y/N-nie. Nice to see you again.” You wish he could read your mind and see that you’re fighting every fiber in your body to not let him inside, not just your home, but your heart, your life. But alas, give him a tight smile, motioning him to come in anyway. You couldn’t help it. You can’t help it when it comes to him.

He takes his shoes off and sits on your dining table, eyes trailed on you as you walk towards him. Your eyes dart down as you sit next to him, fiddling with your thumbs.

"How have you been?" He starts. You give him a pursed smile.

"I've been okay. You?"

"Busy, as always. WIth volleyball and all." You nod unconsciously.

"I see."

A beat of silence passes. Then another. And then—

"Can we please talk?" Riku blurts out. Your eyes widen, yet you nod again.

"It's been seventeen days since we've talked. I don't know if I did something wrong or if I'm just being paranoid but-"

"Woah woah, relax, Riku. You didn't do anything wrong," you reassure. He furrows his brows.

"Then why have you been avoiding me?"

His question leaves you blank, mouth wide open like a fish. You cough.

"It's just— You don't need me anymore." Riku squints his eyes so tight it seems like you said something incredibly ridiculous.

"What?" He questions, almost like he's asking for clarification. You clear your throat.

"You don't need me anymore," you repeat. "Your mother sent me the last payment for your lessons, and I stopped teaching you piano. That's all there is to it. I don't— I don't mean anything else to you."

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "You don't 'mean anything?' What kind of nonsense is that? You're everything to me."

"How can I be?" You ask, so desperately it makes your own heart ache. "How can I be anything to you when you're everything to everyone else?"

Riku's puzzled expression doesn't fade. He gestures with his hands, trying to express his confusion. "What do you mean? I—"

"There are people who admire your every move, clap at you for every little accomplishment. Opportunities are being thrown at you all the damn time, not to mention that there are girls getting starry-eyed even at your smile, gifting you letters and chocolates simply for being you. Do you know how frustrating that is? Liking someone that is constantly sought by everyone else?"

You don't realize you've blurted out every ounce of your emotions until Riku's face relaxes and he scoots a little closer, taking your hands in his. Then he asks, so softly, "Is that really how you've been feeling this whole time?"

Another nod of your head leaves Riku speechless. About a minute passes by until he finally moves to pull his phone out of his pocket. A couple of taps later, he turns it to face you, gesturing for you to take his device. You grab it, a little confused.

It clicks when your eyes zoom in to the screen. It's a photo album entitled "my life :-)," only all the pictures are of you. Pictures from your late night convenience store runs, videos from your piano sessions, stolen candids of all sorts.

Some were taken purposefully, you making a face at the camera posing with the bowl of yogurt from that new froyo place, or when your face scrunches in concentration while you built sandcastles at the beach after volleyball practice. But most of them were taken candidly, you unaware of the secret photographer snapping pics. You find a selfie Riku took of you on the bus, going home late after studying for finals. Your head falls on his shoulder, sound asleep, a small patch of drool on his shirt. Yet he's smiling like it's the best part of his night, cheek resting against the crown of your head.

Another picture is of you at Riku's house, devouring his mom's donburi like it's the first meal you've had that day. One picture catches your attention in particular, as it's the only one that's been favorited.

You're posed with Riku after the volleyball finals, yet it's not just any picture. There are reporters surrounding the two of you, attempting to land an interview with him. Girls are seen running towards him, squealing so intensely you can almost hear their screams. His teammates cheer in the background, holding the trophy up high in the air. You're stood next to Riku smiling, holding the volleyball they used to play. The court lights make your eyes sparkle like diamonds. He's next to you, arm wrapped around your shoulders. Yet he's not looking at the camera, or anyone around him. He's staring straight at you, the softest smile on his face and his other hand resting on your wrist. Riku's looking at you like you've hung the stars in the sky.

It's then you realize that Maeda Riku, no matter how sought after he is, loves you. Looking at that picture, it dawns on you that he doesn't care about the admiration or so-called "fame" he's receiving. The rest of the world is shut out when you're with him.

"Y/N L/N, listen to me." He says, voice snapping you out of your trance. You look up, heart softening.

"You matter more to me than any win or accomplishment. Yes, there are people cheering me on when I'm doing my best, but you're there when I'm at my worst. You hug me and tell me it's okay on days when I feel like I'm not doing enough, and when I'm with you, it's like I can breathe for once and let myself go. And don't speak of yourself so lowly; you're one of the most talented people I know. You're so sure of yourself, and you carry yourself with such ease, it makes me a little jealous," he laughs.

"I love you, Y/N. I realized I loved you when you played my favorite song for the first time, I loved you when you cheered me on during one of the games when I felt like the world was closing in on me, I loved you when you held me in your arms for two hours straight even though I was basically staining your shirt with my mucus," Riku chuckles. You snort. "I love you because you make me feel like I'm enough, I love you because it feels like I don't have to try. I just have to be. So please, let me love you. Let me show you how much I care, how much you changed me."

You hate being proven wrong, but god are you happy that you are. Maybe you were wrong this whole time. Maybe it wasn't unrealistic for Riku to like you. Maybe all it took was a couple of piano sessions and late night conversations to have him fall in love with you. You realize you've been too hard on yourself. You never taught anyone piano ever, yet you accepted for a boy you didn't even know. You spent countless sleepless nights studying because of the time the lessons took up. You try your best comforting even if your skin crawls at the mere thought of affection. You showed up for Riku although it felt like you were the last thing on his mind. You realize that not only does he love you endlessly, but that you're endlessly flowing with love.

And so, with shaky but sure hands, you stand up and cup Riku's face gently, pressing your lips onto his like nothing else matters. He smiles into the kiss, standing up as well to get a better angle. Riku's hands find their way around your waist, squeezing tenderly. You pull away for a bit, foreheads touching and noses bumping together. His cheeks are stained pink, eyes sparkling.

"Thank you," you whisper.

"For what?" He raises an eyebrow.

"For showing me that I can be loved." He snickers a little.

"No, thank you."

"For?"

"Showing me that I'm enough."

With cheeks sore from smiling and chests breathing heavily, you and Riku make a silent promise to love each other unconditionally and irrevocably. The sun sets with a smile on its face, happy that your love has finally blossomed under its gaze.

—

author's note: WHATS UP WHATS UP WHATS UPPPP omg i loved making this fic so much :))) hope everyone's been okay!! please show this fic a lot of love because this one holds a special place in my heart :') <3 i love u all so much and have an amazing day or night!!

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