In which, Itoshi Rin can't help but fall into the gravity of your orbit.
Music Student! Itoshi Rin x Nerd!Reader
Word Count : 1.6 K (kinda short but i divided it in 2 parts)
Warnings: None ig, fluff, angst, info dump, Cussing ig
Before you read: My last bllk fic dawg đ- this was supposed to be a oneshot but I'm dividing it into two parts cause I haven't proofread the rest.
Itoshi Rin hated physics.
And maths. And chemistry and any other subject that required his frontal lobe to do a calculation more complex than adding single-digit numbers.
According to him, the purpose of solving such complex calculations was futile â even a calculator could do so, so why should he?
And every formula, every piece of information, was available on the internet â so why grovel through the pain of studying a subject so widespread, yet so difficult?
His attitude towards the subject, or lack thereof, was prevalent in his interactions with his peers, friends, and teachers, where he'd do nothing to hide his disgust towards the sciences.
A simple eye-roll and people just knew he was annoyed.
His benignity was reserved towards the arts, specifically music.
Music was not just a distraction; it was a gateway, a path, a place, a person â indescribable, really.
But to Rin it was everything â everything he ever had.
The only thing that ever stayed constant in a world that always changed.
His parents were not impressed with the decision, insisting that he'd die a miser's death, living off paycheck to paycheck.
But he'd rather die penniless than live like his brother.
Boarding the subway, Rin plugged the earplugs into the aux of his 64-bit iPod, screen cracked and Pikachu sticker on the back.
A familiar Nirvana song blared in his ears; its blaring bass was so loud, yet all he felt was numb.
Looking out the window, he could see the light rays dotting the horizon, indicating that school hours were starting soon.
He kept glancing when-
"Next stop: Kamakura High."
Dragging his Converse-clad feet, he stepped out the automated doors â just to be met with school-hour rush.
The cacophony of students laughing and talking was so loud it was seeping through the song blaring in his ears, creating an unwelcome dissonance.
Head kept low, he walked towards the institution with his eyes fixated on the pavement, mentally going through his schedule for the day.
What am I even doing?
was all that ran through his head the entire day.
He was behind on two projects, got seven Cs in a row in all his tests, and was close to failing a subject.
To make matters worse, his parents had banned him from taking his guitar to school since he was falling behind in everything.
So now he had to use the guitars kept in the music room â which were old and rusty to say the least.
He somehow managed to sneak out to the music room right in between his classes so that he'd have a guitar before band practice.
To no one's surprise, almost all of them were either rusted or had a missing string or were just not playable.
However, there was a relatively newer one he could spot in the corner and could make work with
Not the best, but it could work, I suppose.
Rin practically fled to band practice after the alarm bell rang.
Opening the door, he braced himself for, well, social interaction.
"Hey, Rin," their drummer, Reo, called out.
"Shut up."
"He's definitely in a bad mood if he's replying back." Isagi chimed in
"Nagi, do you have your guitar tuner?" Rin asked Nagi
"Yes, but I don't think it works. You could try, though?" Nagi replied
"Didn't you tune your guitar at home like yesterday?"Isagi interrupted
"If you used your fucking eyes, maybe you'd realise it's not my guitar."
"Woah, ok, alright. Didn't know your parents confiscated it â they are kind of right, though. Your grades have been looking um."
Rin looked away, clearly done with Isagi's unnecessary bicker
"The tuner doesn't work." Rin spoke
"I told you."
"Do you have a manual one?"
"Manual...like a tuning fork"
"Yeah."
"No way...I mean, don't clankers use that." Nagi replied
"Oh, fuck off." Rin said
"Hey, I think there are plenty in the physics lab." Reo advised
"No."
"Rinrin"
"No, no."
"It's up to you, Rin â after all, we're all geared up; you're the only one with a problem."
"Fine."
Rin walked out the door, hand running through his hair and the other holding the guitar, as he was fully aware of just what misery he was walking into.
How would he even find the tuning fork? The lab was so big.
As he entered the coral-coloured lab, his eyes ran across the various instruments, charts and bleak quotes written in Arial Black along the lines of "Physics is fun".
"Fun my ass," Rin muttered under his breath.
Excuse me.
The voice came from the other end of the room as Rin's gaze landed on your glasses perched on the top of your nose bridge, clearly annoyed by his appearance.
"Uh, do you need something?" you asked with your eyes landing on the guitar clutched in your right hand.
Wait...you might be able to help him.
"Uh, a tuning fork."
"Oh, those are in the second left drawer from the top."
"Ok...thanks."
To no one's surprise, he opened the box to see about 15 or so forks lined up together.
Great...now which one?
You noticed him staring down the forks like they held answers of the universe.
"Do you need help?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? I am the lab assistant after all, so I might be able to help â that is, if you need it, of course." you said smiling up at him
"Fine."
You smiled and approached the counter at which he'd laid his guitar and motioned him to step aside.
Then you carefully read the engraving on each tuning fork and handed him the correct one with a smile.
"I don't know much about instruments, but I'm pretty sure the A string has a frequency of 440 Hz â the same as this fork. I'm sure you know the rest, right?"
He grabbed the tuning fork out of your hand, enveloping it with his palm.
He grabbed the guitar and proceeded to tap the tuning fork on his knee, bring it across the guitar's body and then pull the peg over until the tuning matched the fork's vibration.
He continued tuning every string, fingers moving across the fretboard to tune every string at a note relative to the A string.
He looked up to see you absolutely mesmerised, your eyes moving in sync with his fingers on the fretboard absolutely in awe.
"Why are you looking like that?" he asked
"Because that's so cool."
"I'm literally playing one note and tuning the guitar."
"Yes, but it's like the same thing at different frequencies, oscillating in the_" you spoke excitedly
"Ok, yeah, shut up."
Watching his hand work naturally about the tuning fork, you had an idea of your own.
"Actually, you know, since I helped you with well, all of that â the least you could do is return the favour." you replied
"What do you want?"
"I, uh, well, there's this experiment I've been haâ"
"No, I'm sorry. Can't help you with that." Rin spoke immediately
"I suppose then I'd have to tell the physics teacher about your little melodic escapade in the physics lab today â you wouldn't want that, would you?" you mildly asked
"Ugh, alright."
"Yes! So it's an experiment with a tuning fork and a sonometer box and determining the frequency of AC maiâ"
"I didn't ask for the details â just what I have to do."
"Ah, I see. Ok, then."
You grinned and dragged him over to the sonometer box, clearly unused because countless students had given up on it.
But you were determined to get those readings â no matter what.
Taking a piece of paper and placing it on the wire stretched across two weights kept on the box, you held out the tuning fork and tapped it against a rubber pad before placing it on the surface of the box.
You anticipate the paper to fall â yet nothing but a vibration follows.
"The paper is supposed to fall off according to my calculations, but it just doesn't happen. I don't knowâ"
"You're doing it wrong."He interrupts
"May I?" He asked
"Huh-yeaâ"
He stepped behind you and proceeded to grab your hand in which you were holding the fork, and his bigger hand enveloped your smaller one, heat spreading across your face as he took it over to the rubber pad, tapping it lightly.
His chest brushed against your back as you could feel his warmth seep through the layers of clothing.
His hand then went over the sonometer box as he pressed the tuning fork down firmly on its wooden surface, and the paper successfully
"See, you're supposed to press it firmly, not break the box," he said, his mouth so close to your ears it sent shivers down your spine.
But you could neither pay attention to the paper nor his words due to the close proximity, only being able to come up with a shaky "Okay".
Rin seemed to have realised at the same time too as he moved away, red dusting across his cheeks and ears.
"Sorry," he grunted out.
"No, it's okay," you replied as you slowly regained your composure back.
"I'll â I'll go now," he said, grabbing his guitar.
"Right," you muttered, looking at the walls like they were the most interesting thing ever.
He packed up his guitar, with his heart beating faster than the drums ever could.
He could only think of that look in your eye â completely curious, infatuated with his art.
Or how your hand fit right in his, how natural it felt.
As he opened the door, he heard you yell back at him.
"Come back anytime; the lab is always open for you."
And he swore, it was almost like music to his ears.
If you see the orphaned fics "Get In, Loser" and "Buy my expensive exclusive pain" or "Billyeoon Goyangi" on AO3 under the pseudonym "adorkablesapien" please know that it is my work and I have not plagiarised them here on my tumblr account.
I deleted my AO3 account yesterday because my parents saw notifs from AO3 in my gmail inbox so they were onto me.
I sadly couldn't understand how to stop emails from AO3 and had to finally delete my account.
Again the fics are crossposted and not plagiarised.
CH 3: YOU'RE FEELIN' INTERTWINED, GOT LOST IN WHAT TO FIND
Medieval Era!CORTIS x Fem!Reader AU
Word count: 1.7 K
Warnings: Cussing, Slowwwwwburn, First person pov,
Genre: Isekai, Transmigration, Medieval Fantasy
Before you read: Again, I'm writing to improve and also give the reader a personality. Romance is secondary, and character growth is first.
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BIBLIOGRAPHY/SOURCES
As the steady breeze blew across my hair, I came face to face with the verdure of the forest, staring back at me as if it were waiting for my next move.
The smell of pine, citrus, and spice filled my noseâprobably from all the juniper that had grown across the acreage.
The Chima, the long white linen skirt I was given, waved furiously in the wind, folds flapping against each other occasionally.
Somehow Juhoon was able to convince the royal maids to lend a pair of robes under the guise of "for future patients."
We were currently in the wide expanse of green that stood outside of the castle gatesâwhere I had come for my hypothesis.
Keonho stood behind me, clearly uninterested, but had to stay because Juhoon put him on guard duty.
The belt tied across my Jeongri, a medieval full-sleeve shirt-jacket, felt heavy with the weight of the scrolls and ink that I had borrowed.
And so I began deciphering my biggest mystery.
Where on the fucking planet was I?
Well, yes, I was in Korea, but where exactly?
I could be in North Korea for all I know or maybe in a city that probably sinks and doesn't exist in the future.
I had to start figuring it out with any clues I could see.
As I started walking down the trail, I noticed the leaves of the Japanese maple tree, the Sangokoku, were a deep green, indicating that it was summer.
"Hey," I heard Keonho yell. "Where are you going?"
"I'm looking around for...um...something?!"
"There's a river downstream if you want to look around."
"Really?!"
The sounds of gravel crunching bellowed out as Keonho followed me down the path that led to the river.
As soon as the picturesque view of the waters came into view, it didn't even take me five minutes to figure out where it was coming from.
Of course, the infamous Han River.
The river seemed to be heading west, making an acute angle before its sharp turn, which meant it was heading to Seoul.
So I was currently in Namyang-ju, 20 to 25 kilometers northwest of the capital city, Seoul.
Cool.
Nice dream.
I want to go home now.
But the universe has its own way of fucking up my life in the cruelest methods imaginable.
"What are you even staring at?" Keonho asked
"Nothing"
"Okay, I guess."
"So, (Name), you say you never told us how old you are?" Keonho inquired
"I'm 17."
"You're the same age as me."
"I know."
Oh shit.
"Wait, how do you know?" He asked.
"So how do I say this? Um, you exist in my era too."
"Wait, seriously? That's so awesome; I've been alive for that long." He said excitedly.
"No, not really."
"Then how?"
"Honestly, I don't know or understand myself."
Keonho did make a solid point.
My journey to this dynasty couldn't be classified as time travel if the members of Cortis, who belonged to the 21st century, were alive in the 11th century too.
That would only be possible presuming that they were omnipresent.
But that would defy the laws of physics.
Only quantum particles can travel back and forth in time and coexist in two points of time simultaneously.
For them to be able to exist in more than one point in time, they must exhibit quantum nature.
The de Broglie wavelength is inversely proportional to the momentum of the object, which directly correlates to its mass.
To put it simply, the higher the mass, the lesser is the wavelength.
For any particle to be classified as quantum in nature, it must have a high de Broglie wavelength.
But that wouldn't be possible since the de Broglie wavelength for humans or any other macroscopic object is negligible enough to say that there is no quantum nature.
The only logical explanation was that this was a different dimension that branched from ours and I accidentally ended up in it.
But how?
And more importantly, how would I go back?
My parents, my friendsâeverything came rushing back to me.
I wasn't really one to get emotional quickly, but I could feel the tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
Don't cry.
Don't cry.
I can't cryâI need to figure things out first.
But my throat was already tightening, and I could feel the bile rising up my larynx.
"Are you okay?" Keonho asked in a soft tone.
"Oh, IâI'm sorry, it's just a lot." I answered
"I get it. I mean, I don't, but you must be missing everyone, right?"
"Yeah-yeah, it's just thatâ"
I felt like I'd completely break down if I completed that sentence.
As I sat down on the lime-grass field, I was trying to act calm, but it was all finally dawning on me.
I can't go back.
I'm stuck in an archaic era with no friends or family.
I have no one.
No one.
I can't cry. I'm a rational woman.
A rational woman who's completely fucking alone.
And suddenly with that, and the anxious feeling of being lost in an eon that was barely similar to mine, the floodgates broke, and I started sobbing.
Not uncontrollablyâbut the sniffles and the redness across my face gave it away.
Then, I felt a hand across my back, rubbing circles as if to console me.
"I think if we can really put our minds together, we can get you back home." Keonho said
"What do you mean? That's impossible."
"Well, if you could come back 900 years, which, mind you, is impossible, in the past, what's to say you couldn't go back the same way?"
"Keonho, it doesn't work that way." I argued
"Then we'll make it work, and you're smart too. Back at Juhoon's apothecary, you could tell exactly what the mixture was made of," he countered.
"That was basic knowledge."
"I don't knowâbut I do know this: you will get back home. I promise."He stated
"How can youâ"
"I, Ahn Keonho, promise to send my best friend, (Name) (Lastname), home by all means possible."
"Best friends?" I asked looking up
"Best friends." he replied with a smile
We walked back up the path, but this time the sound of gravel had been swallowed by our chatter.
"So what do I do in your era?"
How would I explain a K-pop idol to him, a simple farmer in the 11th century?
"Well, you're an entertainer?"
"Whoa, am I popular?" He asked enthusiastically.
"Yes, very."
"You're a part of a group called Cortis, and there are five of youâJames, Juhoon, Martin, Seonghyeon, and you."
"Seonghyeon, really?"
"Yes, why?" I asked
"I don't know; it's kind of weird that the crown prince would do a dingy job like being an entertainer."
Wait, Seonghyeon.
Crown Prince
Woah, he really is Princess Eom.
"Anyways, listen up, you are now being hired as one of the royal maids of the castle."
"Wait, how? And aren't they suspicious of some random stranger suddenly becoming a maid in the castle walls?"
"Juhoon put in a good wordâand everyone trusts Juhoon."
It's really a privilege to be smart in this era.
As we reached the castle gates, Keonho looked back at me.
"Well, I've already wasted a lot of time; my family needs meâwe need to start sowing seeds soon."
Right, rice is sown in the summer months in Korea.
"Ok, then I guess I'll see you later." I replied
Though I didn't actually want him to go yet, I mean, he was my first friend in this era.
"Wait, come with me." he beckoned
He had led me to a workshop off the far east gate, and we were now currently approaching a dark shack.
A tall silhouette took the center of the room, clearly sharpening knives or katanas or blade-wielding arms of some sort.
Tall, like really tall
Okay, yep, I know this one.
"Meet Park Woojoo; he's one of our youngest yet strongest soldiers." Keonho announced
"I told you, Keonho, it's Martin." Martin adjourned
"Wherever he learned that weird name from."
"Hello, Martin. I'm (Name)"
"Cool name." he replied
"Thanks."
"Anyways, Martin will take you inside the castle, where you can finally rest up in your quarters."Keonho interrupted.
"Right."
"Also, Juhoon wants to meet you again tomorrow; he said something about 'discerning your research.' I don't know?"
Of course that selfish prick had his agenda.
But to be fair, it did get me a soft bed at night, which was way better than sleeping along the cliffside.
"See you, (name)." Keonho said, turning his head around and making his exit.
"See you, Keonho."
"Shall we leave too?" Martin asked
"Yeah, sure." I replied.
The castle was enormous, the cold walls sending a chill down my spine from their sheer size.
"I'm honestly surprised Juhoon actually went out of his way for you to work here. You must be really smart for that to happen." Martin suddenly spoke.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, in topics concerning medical expertise, Juhoon is almost like an advisor of sorts for our kingdomâyet he never actively propagates his advice or recommendations except for you."
"I see."
"Hey Martin, what exactly do I have to do as a 'royal' maid?" I asked out of the blue.
"I don't know; you clean and cook for the nobles, I guess."
"Ah...not bad."
He then knocked on the lattice wall impatiently as if waiting for his cue to leave.
"These are the quartersâI can't go inside, so you'll have to go in alone." He looked toward me and stated
"Ok thenâthank you, Martin."
"You're welcome, and please tell Moka not to use my blades as kitchen knives."
Wait...Moka?!
As if right on cue, the mulberry-woven door slid open to reveal... Wonhee!?
"Hello, you must be the new maid! We're so excited to have you!" she said, smiling up at me.
As I peeked behind the door, I could see Iroha and Yunah.
What the actual fuck was going on?
A/n: I hate how my chapters keep getting shorter but school lowk kicking my ahh đđ
Also pls tell me if the random physics lore drop is too complicated; I'll simplify it next time.
Also illit cameo ahhh..but where's minju???
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Word count: 1.8 K (way less than my usual, but it's alr)
Warnings: Cussing, Slowwwwwburn, First person pov,
Genre: Isekai, Transmigration, Medieval Fantasy
Before you read: Again, I'm writing to improve and also give the reader a personality. Romance is secondary, and character growth is first.
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If the goddess of luck really existed, I would probably be her least favorite daughter because now I was in a bamboo forest in the middle of 11th-century Korea being dragged like a potato sack by my celebrity crush.
Fuck my life.
I looked up to see Keonho gazing outwardly at the green before him, simultaneously also dragging me forward by the collar of my school uniform.
Okay, maybe my luck wasn't that bad if it meant that I got to see such beauty up close.
To set the record straight, my crash landing, or more precisely, acute electrocution, in this medieval-era confederate hadn't exactly been smooth.
Though I hadn't died, the journey still left some bruises, which were visible to the naked eye.
A gash across my right arm, some scars on my neck, and some light bleeding here and there all over the body.
Hence, the suggestion of visiting the apothecary came up.
But Keonho was not a man of patience, and his concern overrode his urge to ask for basic introductions.
So now I was being hurled towards the kingdom's clinical aide at an unnatural speed by a 17-year-old boy?
For a maknae, he sure was strong.
"So...Ahn Keonho, what do you do for a living?"
It was a pretty rhetorical question, but honestly, I was still curious what the CORTIS members were up to in this eraâassuming the fact that other CORTIS members were even present.
"I come from a family of farmers. Just the three of usâMom, Dad, and me. We plant the best rice in all of Meilin. You should come try it when you get better, I guess."
"Right. So, why are you helping me?"I asked
"Do I need a reason to do so?" Keonho passively replied
"No, but I'm a stranger; you could've just left me to eat dirt or something."
"But you're a human first, not some dying plant that I can overlook. You add value to this world, and you are valuable." He said while looking forward
Huh, said it better than my counselor.
"Look, we're almost there." He said
As I turned my head around, my gaze went straight to the shining jade palace in the foreground.
Oh, it all makes sense.
"Mei-lin" is the Chinese term for "beautiful jade" used to describe the jade imported from China.
This was a Korean dynasty with Chinese roots.
We were rapidly heading towards its eastern wing, where the presumed apothecary was employed.
The castle walls were grey and cold with vines crawling all over at the forest-facing falls.
While I was busy analyzing my surroundings, I suddenly felt the hand on my collar drop and could finally plant my feet on the ground.
"We're here," Keonho said.
It was a sunlit lobby that headed towards a room covered with silk curtains.
As we walked in, I could make out the smell of jasmine, chrysanthemums, and decaying animal guts. (I sure hoped they were just animal guts.)
It was a room with muddy-beige-shaded jars of what looked like decapitated animals.
Different grass species were set in the corner of the roomâI could make out the foxtail millet and lemongrass.
In the middle of the room sat a scrawny yet solid figure, back arched over some medical freak accident, hair falling all over his face.
Keonho pushed through and yelled.
"Juhoon, we got an injured lady here."
Juhoon
Like chill guy Juhoon
Like, I don't give a fuck, nonchalant Juhoon.
Oh shitâmy apothecary was that Juhoon.
What if he fed me frog guts?
On the other hand, it could have been way worseâsomeone like Martin.
But it's truly a surreal experience to have a (former?) boy band member be your doctor and act like it was just another Monday.
Maybe because it really was for this version of Juhoon.
He turned around and looked at meâ
No, he scrutinized me with his heavy gaze. For someone with soft features, his cold analysis was definitely petrifying, to say the least.
Pushing his hair out of his face, he said,
"I haven't seen her in town to this day. Nor do I remember her face, and I remember everyone's faces."
He locked his eyes with mine like the protagonist of some K-pop fanfic, except he wasn't into me; he was onto me.
Oh, I was getting caught.
"And what is she wearingâthat fabric, that garment? I haven't seen it in any of the kingdoms across Korea or Japan, not even China."
ShitâI was still in my school uniform from the 21st century. He must think I'm from some enemy nation.
"Even down to her feet, it's all foreign. Keonho, she could have been sent to woo our men or, worse, as a spy to kill the queen andâ"
"Ahh yeah, I know, but look at her condition, Juju. You know better than to abandon a patient in a critical situation." Keonho spoke, interrupting the clinical aide's train of thought.
Keonho grabbed my arm and showed the litter of bruises to him, pouting for a dramatic effect.
That got a reaction out of juhoon.
His eyes widened with concern, and something dangerously close to concern flashed through his eyes for a split second.
Then he moved over to my side.
"Hmm, these aren't ordinary woundsâdefinitely not the ones you get by falling over or slipping." He said while inspecting my neck and arms."
Then he proceeded to gather supplies from the far end of the roomâfor what I can suppose could be called medieval first aid, I guess.
I guess I was off the hook for now.
"Sooo, are you going to tell your story now or...?" Keonho said beside me.
Spoke too soon
But I calculated the possibilities. I mean, wouldn't it be better to come clean to at least one person?
That'd at least help me understand the gravity of the situation, and Keonho seemed a convincing and trustworthy person, albeit of a naive nature.
"Uh, so..."
Before I could complete my sentence, the apothecary had already returnedâin his hand was a muddy flask filled with a creamy greenish mixture.
He then proceeded to roll up the sleeves of my shirt, calloused fingertips grazing against my bare arm as his fingers worked their way up to the bruised area to inspect the area, I suppose, while sending goosebumps up my skin.
Juhoon is checking my arm. My arm. This has to be a dream.
He then scooped a clump of the same mixture onto his fingers, its scent reminiscent of mint while also having a honey and jasmine afternote.
Wait, Honey and Jasmine.
How did I not notice earlier?
The signs were all thereâthe growing vines over the wall, the smell of jasmine lingering in the room, the Chinese influence.
It was no doubt a ground mixture of the Japanese honeysuckle, the Lonicera japonica, an indigenous East Asian flower that was quite literally the basis of traditional Chinese medicine.
As his fingers ran circles across the bruised area, applying the ointment gently, I asked himâ
"Is that the Lonicera Japonica?"
"What?"
No, wait. What was it in Korean?
"I mean, is this the Indongcho?"
He paused for a second, then looked up at me skeptically.
Even Keonho stopped whatever he was doing just to stare at me like I just performed a backflip.
It felt like the whole room had held its breath for a second.
Then slowly Juhoon asked
"Yes, but how do you know?"
Oh. Right. Now what?
"I mean it was just a guess, you know? Like it smelled like it and it wasn't that hard to tell ... right?"
But Juhoon was unnerved by my half-hearted answer.
He continued pressing me.
"But that smell is hard to catch since it's an afternote to the mint. And even if one does, they usually can't tell. Soâ"
"You're so smart! You could probably even beat our apothecary with that brain," Keonho interrupted, blocking Juhoon's speech right in the middle.
"Ah, no, you flatter me," I replied, moving to face him.
"Whatever. Shut up and stop moving." Juhoon instructed me to drag myself back towards him and continued to apply ointment all across my wounds.
He then cleaned off the dried blood with a wet cloth, also wiping off the grime and dirt that Keonho had thrown at me earlier.
After bandaging the final wound and cleaning up all the dust, he pinned me with his stare and mouthed the word "Talk" in a tone that scared the living shit out of me.
Both Keonho and Juhoon were standing with their arms folded, gaze directed right at me as if I were going to reveal some magnificent secret of the universe.
I mean, I technically was.
"So...how do I explain this? Um."
"You could start with telling us who you are or where you're from?" Keonho answered.
"Right. I'm (Name) (Lastname)."
"(Name)...hm, that name doesn't really belong to any of the kingdoms I've heard of, but whatever," Juhoon said.
"My kingdom, well, I'm from the 21st century, basically like 900 years in the future?" I drawled out slowly.
"You're funny; your kingdom must be known for its humor... right?" Keonho asked
"I'm not joking, Keonho."
"Bullshit. That way I could be from 700 years in the past. But I'm not. Come clean, woman. Who are you?" Juhoon stated
"I swear I'm from the future. I... I can prove it if you want."
"How so?"
I removed the rubber band currently holding my hair together and held it in front of me, stretching it from my finger and removing the finger midway, slapping the band back against my skin, almost like whiplash.
Even something as simple as a rubber was enough to surprise a person of the feudal era since it wasn't really discovered until the 16th century.
To add to that, the Castilla elastica, the tree that was responsible for the latex used in this rubber, was a plant native to Mexico. So there was no way Juhoon would have seen this anywhere.
"See, you can't find something like this anywhere in this era. Are you convinced now?"
Keonho just stared at me, mouth agape as if I'd performed some banned sorcery.
And Juhoon,
Well, his arm was already moving towards the rubber band dangling from my fingers to scrutinize and dissect whatever it was.
This was my perfect chance to scan my surroundings.
"Wait, hold up. I'll give it to youâon one condition." I said, quickly pulling it out of his reach before he could grab it.
He froze, then looked up at me and spoke. "Fine, I believe you. What condition?"
"I need to go outside and survey and study the soil to figure out where I really am."
"All rightâbut you're not going alone. I still don't know your intentions, so I'm sending Keonho with you." He replied
Wow, he really didn't ask for more. Selfish and straight to his needs. All for a rubber band.
I breathed a sigh of relief, but then I noticed how tattered my clothes wereâI looked like I lost a battle with a hyena on drugs.
"Actually," I asked, "I'd also like some extra robes with me and a pen and paper too?"
He just sighed and moved over to get them.
A/n- we're so backkkk. Currently 75% done w/ the next chapter too soo will be dropping new chapter very soon. Also plsplspls leave comments. I'd love to know what you think abt it.
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Summary: Getting transmigrated to the 11th century with a cat was the last thing on (Name)'s mind. And meeting her favorite boy band there is even crazier.
Warnings: Slowwwburn, world-building, and romance is kinda secondary, cussing, first person pov,Illit mentioned I repeat Illit mentioned
Masterlist:
1.Wait Until The End, Tell Me We'll Stay Best Friends
2. Yeah I'm Lost, But I Like It
3. You're Feeling Intertwined, Got Lost In What To Find
CH 1: "WAIT UNTIL THE END, TELL ME WE'LL STAY BEST FRIENDS"
Medieval Era!CORTIS x Reader AU
Word count:2k (flow state babyy)
Warnings: Cussing, Major character death, Slowwwwwburn (first chapter kind of sets up the story), First person pov,
Genre: Isekai, Transmigration,
Before you read: Again, I'm writing to improve and also give the reader a personality. Romance is secondary, and character growth is first. Also mentioned my moot @makiology as andromeda here :)
MASTERLIST>>>>NEXT
Now playingâ Nice to know you by PinkPantheress
To call myself a procrastinator would be an understatement, and the three empty cups of coffee on my table stood as evidence to the claim. My lopsided cursive stared back at me from the ink-stained paper in a judging, almost mocking manner.
God... I really had to be sleep-deprived to feel personally attacked by a piece of paper.
The rays stood over the horizon and were starting to seep in through the blinds, reminding me that I had just pulled an all-nighter on a school night...a fucking school night.
I picked up my phone from the nightstand, which had been long forgotten in my flurry of assignments, just to get bombarded by 250...yeah, 250 unread messages.
As much as I cared about my best friend ,she was not helping in slowing my descent to insanity. I slammed the phone back on the nightstand.
My gaze wavered to the slightly creased CORTIS poster on the wall. It was hanging on for its dear life, with two of its edges peeling off the plaster.
However, it was an important artifact to me, a reminder that maybe waking up at the crack of dawn wasn't that bad, since in a week, I would be attending my very first CORTIS concert.
But getting the tickets was an entirely different story.
I looked away as I remembered how I'd fought women my mother's age who fought like they could easily rival a WWE wrestler in their glory days for those darned pieces of paper. But, make no mistake, my incessant devotion to a group that didn't even know I existed stood stronger.
What the hell was I thinking about?! I needed to get ready for schoolâquick.
I'm pretty sure if textbooks could scream, they'd never shut up about the horrors I put them through.
Another day, another textbook found in the .....laundry?
How did I even...?
"Guess I'll just borrow a science textbook for today," I muttered lowly to myself while shoving the rest of the books in my bag, to the point where it felt like I'd filled it with concrete and stone.
I fixed my tie and skirt one last time and quickly chugged the glass of beetroot-carrot-cinnamon juice on the table.
Yeah.. that's a real thing. Mothers aren't any less dangerous than nuclear scientists
I slipped out of the patio, making sure not to alert anyone else, when I heard a noise. Something...no, more like someone was sprinting my direction in a manner that can only be called animalistic or haphazard.
"(Name)!.. Wait upâAre you just gonna leave your poor best friend alone on a Monday!?" Andromeda huffed as she looked at me.
Yes, Andromeda. A woman so unique, she wasn't just out of this world, she was out of this galaxy.
She was wearing mismatched socks (definitely torn at the toes) under the converse I'd gifted her on her 15th birthday. She dusted her hands off on her skirt and adjusted her blazer, which clearly hadn't been ironed considering the desert of folds and creases on it that were visible to the naked eye.
"I was going to - but you came about a minute earlier today, I guess."
"No, no you usually leave even if I'm just a minute late, so I wonder what made you stop today? Wait, is it because-"
"It's not what you think. I genuinely waited for you. Can I not be a nice friend?"
"First of all, not really. And secondly, lemme guess you accidentally threw your English textbook in the oven and need mine?"
"Actually, I threw it in the laundry, just so you know."
"So, you don't need my textbook?"
"No! I do, Ugh- I do need your textbook..or whatever."
"See, now was it that hard ?"
"Shut up."
"Well since we're on the topic of textbooks, our history project is giving me a goddamn headache."
"Yeah, what's it about?"
"Well, to summarize, it's basically about some random 11th-century Korean dynasty whose queen got killed by her own people, and her head was paraded around on a pike. She had a nice name, though- Queen Meilin"
"That sounds nasty-but why behead her?"
"That's the whole point of the project- to accumulate historical evidence and create a factually reliable theory on what might have happened. "
"Yeah, sounds like some bullshit our school would give- well, I guess this is the part where I'm grateful for having dropped the arts."
" I would rather learn about our history than pick up a trignometry textbook." "I mean maths is basically useless."
"Thank god I know better than to take you seriously- anyways coffee after school?"
"You bet- Meet you in English class!"
Class rolled by as the sunrays had started directly hitting my desk.
I mentally went through the schedule for the entire day: Calc in 1st period, Biology was next, and Chemistry lab sessions before lunch.
Not bad. I could handle this.
I could not handle this.
Turns out solving integrals, studying molecular biology, and calculating the molarity of organic solvents was a three-gun volley straight to my brain.
"I remember a certain someone telling me they were "grateful" to have dropped the arts."
"I'm grateful for dropping the arts-that doesn't mean I am grateful for picking STEM."
"Excuses, excuses- anyways just one more period, then coffee remember?"
"Yeah.."
I straightened up, finally having a reason to look forward to stu(dying) again.
There is no music more soothing to the ears than the sound of that glorious school bell ringing, reminding me that war is over.
The crowd starts dispersing, and slowly the school halls are empty as Andromeda and I walk out.
The new cafe was a measly 10-minute walk from the school-just 4 blocks ahead.
As we arrived, the neon signage came into view, and the fluorescent flush reflected back on my iris.
The bell jingled as we walked inside, the familiar scent of coffee and hazelnut filling my nose.
We gave our orders at the counter and proceeded to sit down in a cozy corner hidden to a new customer, but every regular knew about it.
"I can't do this anymore. How the hell am I supposed to research the Queen of Korea when every record is in Korean?!" Andromeda exclaimed.
"Just use Google Translate."
"The records are handwritten, and Google translated them as toad was a pretty princess fairy."
"Pffft- who knows, maybe the toads in Korea were princesses?"
"Shut up- anyway, I need your help. You learnt Korean in middle school, right? Can you-"
"No, I know what you're going to ask, and absolutely no way will I be your translator. Plus, I used to listen to K-pop, but now I don't. Its kinda corny. So obviously, I don't care anymore." I responded.
"Oh, please, K-pop hater wannabe, I think you forgot I can see your Spotify playlists. You played Feel Special by Twice 150 times in a month. I think we're well past excuses now."
Oh-right.
"Fine, but you're paying for my drink then." I said
"You mean your sucrose-induced diabetes speedrun? Yeah, whatever sails your boat, I guess."
"Hey, at least I don't drink coffee darker than Satan's soul."
"Real funny, now drink up. You need to go home and do my work."
"Yeah, I just sold myself for some sugar." I replied
We finished up the drinks and left the cafe quickly knowing the workload awaited us.
"I'll send you documents via text! Bye," said Andromeda before proceeding to walk in the opposite direction.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. See you tomorrow."I replied
I plugged the aux of my cheap wired earphones and popped one in both ears.
Geometry Dash-esque music filled my ears, as the intro of REDRED by CORTIS blasted through.
A new notification popped up on the lock screen-the photos of the records that she had mentioned.
I clicked on them and was bombarded by Hangul syllables, clouding my vision and definitely not an easy read.
I mean, speaking it was infinitely easier than reading it.
I skimmed through the document, as one sentence caught my eye,
"The queen's death is surrounded by a myriad of causes, some say disagreements with her husband, and some directly point to infidelity."
Huh, so an affair you say?
"But what's truly surprising is how there are no mentions of the rumored escort of the queen- just infidelity from her side."
That's weird.
If they were writing down all the details in their records, why stop at writing the escorts details?
Before I could read any further, I felt a warm lump of ..something drop on my feet.
I yelped in surprise to see what it was , ready to attack with my pepper spray in the back pocket.
And then I felt fur and looked down to see-
Oh, it was a cat.
I just got jumpscared by a ball of fur that breathes.
It hissed at me before jumping back on its paws to skiddle away in the opposite direction.
Whatever, I'm not fond of you either.
I turned back and started heading back home when I noticed that the cat was actively tailing towards some live wires over a puddle of water.
Oh gosh, why is this cat being such a pain in the ass?
I ran towards it and quietly beckoned it towards me, "Hey, Kitty Kity. Come on, we don't wanna go there."
It gave me a sharp look and continued to pad over.
Don't animals have a sixth sense- why was this furball being a nightmare?
"Bad kitty. No going near the wires."
It didn't stop.
"Look, I know we have issues, just come here, kitty, we'll talk it out."
Not stopping.
The wires crackled against the wall and sent sparks of electricity flying across the puddle the cat was actively walking towards.
Oh man,I should really mind my business.
As I stepped over to catch the cat, it jumped on my face and blocked my vision by scratching all over it.
To top it all off, my foot landed on the puddle, and I skidded across and fell right on my butt.
Wait, sparks?
Oh no, that fuckass cat just knocked down the electricity pole, and the wires are gonna touch the water and-
I couldn't even complete the thought, and before I knew it, sparks were clouding my retina and then-
Nothing. Just pure white.
I felt like I was being stabbed in every cell, every atom of my body.
So this how I die, huh. For helping a cat.
Oh God, Andromeda is gonna be so mad at me for not doing the project- ah fuck it, I won't be alive anyway.
Goodbye, Mom.
I felt something powdery fall on my face.
I put my tongue out to taste it-it felt soft, gritty, and wait-
I opened up my eyes to see a boy my age chucking dirt at me.
"Hey, stop it, you fool. Who even are you? And wait-where am I?" I exclaimed hurriedly
"Oh, thank god I thought you were dead for a second there." He said in a curious tone
"Well, I'm not," I said nervously, but then I realized
Wait, Korean-He spoke in Korean, but a different dialect for sure.
"Huh, you speak in a weird way-might be slang. Who knows?"
I ignored his dialogue as I looked around- I was surrounded by a lush green cover and a forest that looked infinitely huge.
What the fuck? How-
Then my eyes landed on the boy's attire, and I noticed he was wearing a robe- similar to a hanbok?
Wait, did I just get kidnapped by a freaky east asian cult?
But I died right?
This is what afterlife looks like?
I was lost in my thoughts when the boy leaned over and said," We gotta take you back to the castle to get patched up, you're really hurt."
"I'm gonna ask you one more time, where am I?!" I yelled
He looked me straight in the eye and said-"You're probably demented too, but whatever , you're in the Meilin dynasty."
Meilin dynasty, the one Andromeda told me about.
No,no this has got to be a cruel joke.
Suddenly, a cat leapt out of nowhere.
Not a cat.
The cat.
The reason I died, or at least for a while.
"Oh look a cat. Poor kitty must have been scared you died or something." He said, gesturing towards it
Oh, sure
But then, I realised I had seen the boy somewhere before.
Wait, the same dimple and grin. Even down to the height.
There was no mistake-shit.
"What's your name?" I shakily asked, already anticipating the answer in my gut.
"Oh me, It's Ahn Keonho."
A/n: And that's a wrap for chapter 1. I'd like to hear your thoughts. And comment if you want to be added to the taglist.
Fem!Nagi x Fem!Reo (I hit your yaoi with the yuri beam)
Inspo for fic and header art by @mulleddivinity/ @kryouma (ahh plspls hoping my fav nare yuri artist reads this)
1.Word count: 1.2 K
2. Warnings: none, slight ooc
Lightning never strikes the same person twice
Mikage Reo knew that wasn't true. Of course she did-she was the top student of her class after all. Just because some stupid motivational video said it, the science wasn't undone.
The odds were infinite- endless like stars that shone in the sky, uncountable like the grains of sand that stuck between her toes, and never-ending like the money flowing from her trust fund.
"Greed" was a foreign concept to Reo. Having been born in a family that could single-handedly fund the entirety of Japan for the next 10 years or so, she was raised in a place where all her wants were answered immediately. As a result, those "wants" could never turn into "needs", now that her family's travesty had bled through her bones.
Her 'family', yes, a bond that could only be talked about in a sardonic tone, or in a formal setting for namesake. There was nothing "familial" about what went on inside the ominous setting of the Mikage Penthouse, which towered over Tokyo with its head held high in pride.
All this talk about pride, when her own parents refused to look her in the eye after she confessed to finding comfort in women, finding love in a way nobody in her family had ever before.
The word 'disappointment' fell like a burden on her shoulders at an age when having fun and exploring life was the norm. No- after all that they had done for her, she couldn't let them be disappointed in her, even it wasn't truly her fault.
So Reo decided to be the best version of herself- uptight, organized, and always busy. At least that way, she could fit somewhat inside the mould her parents had carved out for her, even if it wasn't perfect.
That way, at least she could take her mind off the pretty girl in school ..right?
Nagi Seishiro was far from a perfect student. She was messy, unorganized and her supplies looked like they had been sucked into a chaos void. And somehow that chaos void had also managed to suck in Reo Mikage's infatuation.
Nagi's snowy hair fell over her droopy eyelids, which were drooping in response to the prolonged math class on Monday. She shifted from a sitting position to finally sprawl her limbs across the wooden desk, yawning.
Reo looked over to the lazy female, who was clutching her desk like a koala.
Awww, that's kinda adorable.
Wait if Mr. Nakamura catches her she's dead meat.
"Pssst, Nagi if you fall asleep Mr. Nakamura's gonna call your mom again."
Nagi in her usual fashion turned her face to the side slowly and answered "Perfect."
'"Perfect?! Nagi, your mom's gonna be mad at you"
"My mom never calls me anyway, so win-win for me ..eh" Nagi said slowly, scratching her head.
"Oh" Reo said, clearly dumbfounded by the sudden confession and looked slightly guilty too.
Nagi noticed and sluggishly rose up from the desk in response. She dragged her hand over to the side of Reo's braid, tucked in a stray strand of hair and said
"Don't worry your pretty head about it...it's fine."
Shocked and flustered, Reo looked away, the wildfire-like blush spreading across her cheeks to her ears betrayed her when Nagi proceeded to say
"You're turning kind of red ... are you okay ?"
"Yep, yep, I'm okay, totally o-okay." Reo replied in a hurry
"What a hassle.."
Reo Mikage stood as the anti-thesis to all the principles that Nagi Seishiro promised to adhere.
Hardworking? Check
Motivated? Check
Determined? Check
Willing to solve hassles? Check
Everything Nagi Seishiro stood against- yet she couldn't help but be curious about her. What exactly drove her to be so excited about everything?
When her eyes went wide like saucers, those purple gems gleaming like they got hit by the first ray of sunrise.
'Ugh, what a hassle.' Nagi thought to herself.
But she couldn't help but feel a small tinge of ....something... when a classmate got too close too Reo.
Before she knew it, her arm had already grabbed Reo's elbow and was tugging towards the exit.
"This is a hassle.....let's just leave." Nagi said in a lazy tone
"Wha-Why so suddenly?!"
"Because....um..." Nagi struggled to formulate an excuse when she looked outside the window and saw the other students leaving for the sun festival.
'Wait .... the sun festival-Perfect'
"Uh..because we'll be late for the sun festival."
"Since when do you care about that?"
"Does it matter? Let's just go."
"Fine- have it your way"
Reo agreed to rendezvous with Nagi on top of the hill overlooking the city- a view words were not enough to describe.
Waiting on the hill, she heard the familiar crunch of worn out leather boots and looked back to see Nagi waving from down the path towards her.
And - "Wow..." was the only sound Reo could mutter as she saw Nagi in a creamish-teal colored yukata. Her fluffy hair was tied up in an updo topped with a lilac flower as the shorter strands fell on her face, framing her as a sort of delicate winter flower.
She looked ethereal to say the least.
"Nagi, you-you're all dolled up and you look sooo beautiful ! All the boys are gonna have their eyes on you now!! We need to find you a potential boyfriend now!
"No.. no, we don't." Nagi replied shortly
"Wha-Nagi-"
"I said I don't want a boyfriend..I-I just want you."
"Ha, nice joke there. But I'm-"
"It's not a joke."
She grabbed both my shoulders and met my eyes in a focused stare.
"I like you, Reo."
Her eyes were sparkling as she said it. Pupils dilated, and she was close enough that her breath fell against my lips.
Wait
'She likes me!'
'She likes me back!'
'Oh'
'She likes me back.'
'The flashbacks of every fight I'd ever had with my parents played across my vision like a horror I didn't ask for.'
Disappointment. Can't be a disappointment.
"Nagi... I-I ...well-"
"It's okay Reo, you don't have to say anything. I don't care you don't like me back-I just wanted to get it off my chest because .....it's a hassle."
'No , no I like you too Nagi .'
'Why's my stupid mouth screwed shut?'
'Why can't I tell her I like her back?'
'When will I grow a fucking spine?'
Yet her eyes were still watching Reo, albeit now they were glassy from ... well, Reo didn't want to know exactly what.
"See you tomorrow, Reo" she said as she let go of my shoulders and started walking downwards the hill, her yukata blowing through the wind and the lilac flower bobbing against her head.
"Na..gi" Reo muttered, watching her go, water started circumsising her tearline, threatening to open the flood gates with one more sob.
Tomorrow never came. Nagi Seishiro suddenly switched schools to everyone's surprise.
And Reo, well, she dealt with it- just like she always did. Business always had its ups and downs and she'd have to get used it.
But Nagi wasn't business- she was never business.
Every conversation, every piggyback hallway ride, every stupid joke about the teachers, every stolen glance, every accidental touch was something imprinted in Reo's mind- a time-bound treasure whose effect was still there.
Reo finally learnt what it meant to need something- to need "affection" and the greed for it.
So yeah, lightning might strike the same person again.
But true love doesn't.
A/n: yayay finally wrote the yuri i'd been planning for days though im not a huge fan of how it turned out :(
If all the curses, bad omens, and superstitions on the planet decided to rain their misery on one personâit had to be you. Or at least thatâs what Itoshi Sae thought because who else could manage to ram over a grown man on a scooter while riding a cycle that could only be over 15 pounds.
Growing up, Sae had a firsthand experience of being close to a flight risk like you. And he wouldnât deny it, but it was quite entertaining at times. Back in middle school, you accidentally dyed your hair blue when you thought the bottle of fresh ink was just a fancy shampoo. Then the entire school had decided you were the second coming of Billie Eilish, and honestly, you seemed kind of happy with that comparison. And he wouldnât admit it, but he wouldnât mind seeing you rock the cerulean blue streaks again.
Then once, while walking back home with Sae and Rin , you had decided to throw in some breadcrumbs on the beach for the seagulls. But since you were on the ledge, you couldnât see much and ended up throwing them on a young couple (that just happened to be out of your line of vision). The young couple, oblivious to the three musketeers above them, tried to shake off the pollen-like bait. But alas! it was too late for the youngsters as the seagulls attacked them, minds too gawked by hunger to differentiate between food and fiend. And you, well, all you could do was stand with your mouth agape since this was clearly something you didnât expect! Sae thought you looked kind of adorable..as a friend obviously!
But sometimes he wonders just what he would do if your streak of recklessness ends up hurting you one day. He still remembers the day you ended up spilling concentrated.. yes, concentrated hydrochloric acid in the lab, and he swore his heart dropped. It was during the halftime of an interschool match that he found out about it. Head empty, he ran straight from the field to the lab as soon as he found out. The lab was full of smoke, and the acrid smell hung in the air. As soon as he saw you got out of the lab, he checked you for injuries- twirling you around and removing your lab coat to check for any bruises or signs of bleeding.
âSae, Iâm okay. You can really stop now âyou said.
âI know..Iâm just double-checking in case-â
âSae stop worrying about me. You have a match to playâŚright?â
âRightâŚfine Iâll go just please be careful next timeâ he replied in a deadpan tone.
âMy my, I got the great Itoshi Sae begging and saying âpleaseâ. Oh what a day!âyou said, mocking him.
âShut up, dumbassâ
⌠⌠âŚ
That reminds him of how you had walked into an elevator under maintenance while scrolling through your phone. As soon as you walked in the elevator fell three stories down at an unnatural speed, you clung to the handlebar for your dear life. To make matters worse, the doors were still open, increasing your chances of accidentally falling down the shaft and dying a miserable death.
Thankfully, your screams (more like eldritch creature summoning their mating partner) were physically impossible to be unheard and help came soon. Sae remembers the fear, the sheer horror on your face. It was the first time you didnât feel inevitable. As soon as the crowd dispersed, Sae pulled you by your arm to the side.â
âHeyâ you gave muttered weakly and gave a small smile
âDonât 'hey' me, what the fuck were you thinking!?â he yelled
You stepped back, clearly shaken by the sudden outrage. Then you took a deep breath and said
âI wasnât?â
âYou still think this is a joke -you couldâve died for fuckâs sake! How can you-â he continued in his previous tone
âI know, Sae and I donât think itâs a joke-â
âThen why do you do this- why are you so goddamn reckless! Why canât you just be normal and walk with both your eyes and brain open? Why do I need to be there to make sure you donât accidentally end up jaywalking right into an open manhole? Why canât you fucking comprehend tha-â
Sniffle. He heard you sniffle.
You wereâŚcrying?
âIâm sorry, youâre right, I should be more normal. I-I really wish I could change myself and not be a darned dimwit for onceâŚ.I just..â
You looked guilty and ..sad
He couldnât hear what you said over the noise of you blowing your nose and sniflling.
Did he just make you..cry?
He didnât hear from you after that for a few weeks.
He tried going to your house and asking your mom but she gave him such a steely gaze that he wished the ground would swallow him whole right then and there.
Not that heâd tell you. And for now, he probably wonât even get the chance to tell you.
Heâd found out youâd switched classes and every attempt at making conversation with you was immediately foiled when your best friends proceeded to look at you with a stare that could kill, like mothers protecting their newborn babies.
Seriously ,what was it with the offensive looks people were throwing towards him? This was stupid-how was he supposed to talk to you if the entire world was hellbent on stopping him?
Wait, wasnât that exactly how you wouldâve felt every time something went completely haywire? You didnât have bad intentions, just bad execution, which was a pain in the ass, but so was your luck.
God, the universe really had its way of twisting the joke
But Sae missed it- he missed how you always called him at the crack of dawn, just to cry about how screwed you were because you hadnât completed your nth assignment this month.
How you spammed his phone with pictures of 4-year old Rin drooling when he didnât respond.
How you showed up with chrysanthemums to every single one of his games after he once said that theyâre his favorite flowers, and then you proceeded to call it âshe-valryâ
âWhat am I doing?â Sae thought to himself while in a pathetic monologue.
No, not pathetic, lovesick
⌠⌠âŚ
His feet were moving, and before he realized, he was already running full speed in the direction of your house.
The only thing pathetic was the excuses he was making to avoid confrontation, he thought as he rang your doorbell.
You opened the door to quite a sight- mussed-up red hair, sweat dripping from his face down to his creased uniform, and his teal eyes laser-focused on your face while huffing .
âSae-what are you doing here?!â you said in a low but surprised tone
.
âI-I ..hmâŚactually can I have a glass of water first? â Sae asked â he had clearly overestimated his stamina, he was no match for the summer heat in Kamakura.
âYeah-yeah..come inâ
As Sae put his glass down in the sink , he could hear his heartbeat- his heart was gonna fall out of his chest anytime now.
âSoâŚâ
âBe honest with me- why did you come here?â
âSo you donât want to talk to me or wha-â
âNo, I donâtâ
Sae looked taken aback by the sudden reply.
âAh..right I shouldâve see this coming.â He said
âIsnât it easier for you now? Now that you donât have to babysit or look after a dumbass like me. You can focus better and-â
He slid his arm around yours and pulled you towards him, much to your shock, and looked you right in your eye.
âAre you stupid? I can focus better?! Without you, I canât focus at all. Plus when youâre gone I get wellâŚcoldâ he admitted the last part with a slight blush on his face.
âAnd yes, you are a dumbass, but youâre my dumbass, and I like you âŚ..like a lot. And-â
âPfftâŚIâm sorry what!?â
Laughing, you were laughing at him.
âDoes she not like me?â âDid I do something wrong?â âAm I wearing something weird?â â possibilities ran wild through Sae Itoshiâs calculating head but nothing could prepare him for what happened next.
You pulled him in by his elbow and stretched on your tiptoes till his breath was hitting your lips- you stared into eyes, the teal abyss you couldnât help falling for, to give him time to pull away if he chose to.
Then you leaned and pressed your lips against his in a featherlight kiss, and Sae swore this was what heaven felt like , as he tasted your strawberry chapstick on his lips.
You pulled away just as quickly and looked up to him with a smile and said â You were saying?â
As you tugged away, Sae snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you back into him, and shifted your back against the kitchen counter.
With one hand running through your hair and another wrapped around your waist, he gently dove in to kiss you again, but right as you were going to keep your hand on the counter, you accidentally kept it on the hilt of a kitchen knife, making it clatter on the ground and scaring you both in the process.
âNot even 5 minutes and youâre pulling another stunt.â Sae smirked
âBut you love it.â
âYeah, I guess I doâ
Sae Itoshi was a loser- a loser for you.
âĄAhhh first fic kinda nervous - lemme know your thoughts y'all
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