It's been two or three years since you met Inui and you don't even remember when you started liking him. Maybe it was love at first sight, hell, the only thing you know is that you love him so much that you've reached a point where you can think about him and you're about to end your friendship with him because of silly feelings.
Now you're walking home with him, he's walking in front of you and you can't help but wonder how cute he looks, without even trying how his hair is dancing in the wind, his emerald eyes and scar that make him even more handsome.
You ended up doing it on impulse and didn't even realize that you were holding his shirt and now he's looking at you and you're covered in tears
-Exactly what happened: you can't look him in the eyes, you know if you look it will be worse
-Someone did something I did something, he said still looking into your eyes and you held yourself back from crying right there because of the intensity in his eyes
-No, no, I only know that and I've said it to myself many times, but I need to hear you say it to finally move on
-Tell me what I don't understand: he says trying to hold your face but you pull away you finally look at him you only saw a worried face and a confused look
-That you don't like me like I like you that you see me as a friend
-Me
-Don't worry, let me finish talking damn it I like you I like you so much my heart hurts I can only think about you
-And who said that who said I don't like you
-What, you said shocked he approached you and held your face, wiping away the tears
-I like you too. I've liked you since the first day I saw you, so stay with me. Be my girlfriend: he came close to your face and now your forehead was pressed against his. You smelled his mint scent. His eyes were sincere and a little scared
-Yes, Inui, I'll be your girlfriend
And he kissed you, it was so sweet and calm, but he was also desperate
At that moment it seemed like there were only the two of you on earth because it seemed like that, Inui always made you feel like it was just you and him.
Izana doesn't know where he went wrong, but he knows one of the reasons why he didn't get it right.
It's true that when you're about to die, you see your life flashing before your eyes, but Izana only saw you because in all the sad and happy moments he had in his life, you were always present in his life, and even so, even though he tried to bury that memory deep in his mind and heart, he was unable to because he could only remember that in the same way he made you smile, he made you cry too, how he broke your heart in fear of breaking his own, how he let his insecurities speak louder.
He remembers the moment he saw you for the first time. Sinichiro had taken you to see him at the orphanage. He remembers your radiant smile that he thought was stupid the first time he saw it, but he also thought that if he got any closer he would get burned because your smile rivaled the sun itself.
He also remembers how he broke your heart, the words still haunt him. If he had just kept his hatred for Mikey and said yes to you, maybe it wouldn't have changed that he was on the verge of death and it would break your heart even more, but he could have been happier with you, hugged but woken up next to you, had lunch together, told you that you meant the world to him while you fixed him because just being with you made him want to be a better person.
-Izana, I like you. Could you give me a chance?
-No, sir.
-But why would Izana tell me the reason?
-You weren't even able to realize for yourself that you don't like me, you know you have no chance with Mikey, that's why you're saying this to me.
-Iza. What are you talking about, I've liked you for years since we met. Mikey means nothing to me.
-You should stop lying to others and to yourself.
He remembers how he held himself back from crying at the tone and the cold look he gave you even though you cried in front of him and left as if nothing had happened he still reprimands himself for that the biggest regret of his life
Izana knew deep down in his mind that you really loved him but he also knew that there were people better than him even Mikey could make him happier than him,
but there on the verge of death he allowed himself to be selfish Izana didn't believe in gods but he was praying to be worthy of having a next life to have another chance to see you in this one he wouldn't ruin everything he would go after you no matter how long it lasted if you didn't love him he would make you love him no matter what if he had you again he wouldn't lose you he could finally tell you how much he loved you but in this life the only thing he could do for you was ask Mikey to take care of you while he takes his last breaths even without having told you he hopes you know how much he loves you.
How Windbreaker men would be dating women like them
Context: A refresher from the generic trope of grumpy guy x sunshine girl where their lovers share the same traits and personalities as them, causing to bring out something besides their usual behaviour
Pairing: Vinny Hong x f!reader
Content Warning: Mentions of violence, Implied domestic violence, talks of depression, Vinny may be ooc
Word count: 2,160 words
Note: Might do either Hyuk or Minu next
M A S T E R L I S T
The worries of the world he carried on his shoulders was incomparable to the dread pooling in his stomach. The moon had set long ago, street lamps acting as beacons in the pitch darkness, with the faint hue of blue in the horizon indicating the onset of sunrise.
Hours of messaging, calling, searching and panicking, and Vinny still couldn't find her. If anybody told him a year ago that he'd lose sanity trying to search for a woman, he'd simply sneer and shove them aside. Whereas now, he still held the same attitude, except now preferring to shove aside every person who didn't know her whereabouts. True, this is not a fault he can simply blame upon others. A simple beating wasn't going to fix this, so it's imperative he constrained his violence for her sake. For his girlfriend's sake.
It's not hard to guess what could keep her occupied or busy. Vinny could easily discern her innermost workings with just a glimpse into her eyes. Reading one's partner becomes a cakewalk when they are no different from oneself. It was a strikingly unexpected yet expected relationship. Expected, for they shared enough similarities to indulge in their secrets; unexpected, for no matter how far he stretched his hand, she never accepted it.
“Y/N!”,his voice was hoarse from yelling, a volume it had never reached before. That's how terrible the situation had devolved into. The phone call he coaxed out of her friends only revealed a brusque “sports practice”, but this place was too far from the basketball court and much farther from their homes.
Muttering under his breath, his fingers scrawled across the keypad, head swinging sideways as he awaited her voice. He knew things were on the rough patch for her, and while he was upset for not being relied upon, he felt more disheartened by how terribly she must be suffering in carrying the burden in silence.
“Pick up the phone…”,he gasped, eyes beginning to blur, “Please, pick up the phone!”
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The night wasn't always kind to the woman. Where people would toss aside their worries and sink into blissful slumber, her insomniac tendencies would keep wide awake with regrets, worries, and nightmares.
It's that same shadow lurking over her sleep that drives her away from the bed daily, urging her to seek sanctuary elsewhere less terrifying. A shadow that culminated from all the burdens and hardships she endured, creating a hellscape she couldn't ever escape from.
A sharp pang climbed up her shins, her busted lips bitten brutally so as to hold back her screams. Her hoarse, weakened screams.
Like one should spend money within their means, perhaps she should have spent her time with different ‘means’. If her impoverished upbringing and suffocating home atmosphere weren't clear enough, then mingling with her affluent sports friends was. Their blatant obliviousness, sheer entitlement and that awful look of pity shot in her direction ….whatever self-disgust she carried only grew heavier.
Maybe she should have held back today. But anger was the only way she dealt with others’ pity. Something further exploited by those other spoiled school idiots whenever they wanna play stupid games.
Well, play stupid games and she'll give them stupid prizes.
More cramps pierced her thighs, eliciting a grunt.
And maybe she shared part of the prize with herself….
It was the same cycle she'd become habituated to since elementary. The crappy neighborhood certainly instilled its pupils with the most ‘polished’ values, thus accounting for the playground getting transformed into one for execution. It was the hot-spot where disadvantaged girls get paraded around as playthings by the rich brats. Be it in finances, or in health, or even in family, luck comically deprived her of all of these privileges.
Of the many pitfalls gorging her life path were the screams of anguish and drunken hurls of alcohol bottles. Memories of dark shivering nights next to beaten family members and the looming threat of being the next punching bag was what fueled her hatred. One can get over a heartbreak, a bullying crowd, or even failure in an exam, but they can never move past the broken household they grew up in. She couldn't move past it.
Times have changed now, with her mother earning substantially better to enroll her somewhere less destitute, but people never change. Every once in a while she'll cross paths with her old classmates, cross paths with her old darkness, those early nightmares, those memories that haunted her sleep no matter how hard she battled against them.
But she'd gone overboard now, ignoring the repetitive lullaby of her phone. No doubt Sa-rang's brothers flew to her rescue, instantly captivated by her victim complex, and were ready to hurl the first hammer into her shins. She didn't have to guess how they got her number, having long stopped changing SIM cards knowing she'll be tracked down anyways.
The moonless night swirled a hurried breeze in the streets, a wind speed so high as if it were a warning indicator. How many warning indicators had she taken for granted in her life? How many opportunities to back out or resolve situations did she overlook? This patheticness….it was all really her fault this time, wasn't it?
Something burned her eye, sealing her lids shut as tears pierced her vision. Of course it was her fault, always her fault. She was gullible to chuck her troubles onto others. Doesn't she get it yet? The hardships in life were birthed alongside her soul, permanently inscribed into her bad luck.
Her head hung between her knees, the blood coalescing with tears and dampening her already wet cheeks. In no time would Sarang and her minions stride over with baseball bats and golf clubs. Thus, she had to get up and flee or face the music as a one man army. If she's gonna die a dog's death today, at least her mother will benefit with one less mouth to fee–
“Y/N!”
Her head snapped in shock, squinting through bleary eyes suspiciously in search of the voice. Did she just hear what she thought she heard? So late into the night? In such a junkyard of space? Her spine straightened, knees rising upwards as her body positioned into a cautious stance. She highly doubted he'd care enough to–
“Y/N there you are!”,rapid huffs mixed with hard stomps, “Man, what happened to you?”
She gaped shell-shocked, half-surprised to see him of all people and half-uneasy by what reaction he'll give, “Vinny….how did you–”
“Not important.”,within an instant, his hands roamed her upper body and legs, scanning for the severity of her wounds, “Crap, Y/N, who ganged up on you? Tell me their freaking names and numbers.”
The fury alighting his eyes was unmistakable. It was Vinny. Her Vinny. The impassive man kept in the dark about her antics, so how did he find her–?
Her blackened eyes bulged, glancing at her cracked phone. No way….did he just blindly listen until he found her? And what got into him to get all worked up? Suddenly, she found herself with more questions than answers.
Thankfully Vinny began clarifying them, “I called your mom since you haven't been answering me.”,he huffed, pushing hands atop a fresh gash, eliciting a wince as he stopped the bleeding, “Then I found out you are ignoring her too. Ignoring your basketball practice. And your teacher's calls.”
“That pervert's still after me….”,she huffed, prompting a concerned frown.
“I called everyone I could.”,he stressed, brows furrowed in vexation, “And when I caught wind of some scuffle, I came running as fast as I could.”
A weak chuckle drummed in her chest, “What, you're my superman now, to come rescue me?”
“Boyfriend.”,he bellowed, voice deep and stern, as if struggling to contain his overflowing desperation, “I'm your boyfriend who you should depend on to save you from anything!”
“Drop the act Vinny…”,her gaze moved past the man, fixed onto the splattered wall faintly lit by a street lamp, a light so pale it seemed to be dying, “Go play house with a better woman….I'm not the girl you should keep around.”
“What are you talking about?”,he guffawed, sweeping her damp hair to reveal more concealed bruises, “You're half beaten, half alive and asking to break up?”
A dead pair of bloodshot eyes fixed onto Vinny's, making him shudder momentarily. “Go live your life, Yubin.”,her whisper was deep and hollow, carrying an emptiness she might sink into, “Go before I hurt you too.”
The monotonous hum of flickering street lamps filled the silence, mixed with the rapid huffs of a frantic man and his morose, reclusive woman.
Her joints groaned as she moved, but a fierce hand blocked her path, “No.”
This same fight again. She didn't bother slapping off his hand from her knee, lips parted in retort, before he beat her to it.”Don't feed me that crap again, Y/N. You think you're the only one suffering? You don't even know real suffering.”
“So you’re gonna become some trauma police, right?”,her teeth gritted dangerously, “Must be nice being a man in this trash hole, at least you co–”
“Real suffering is when you let yourself be killed by loneliness. A real suffering that I had to survive through day and night.”
Her face morphed into a dumbfounded look, jaw loosened as she gaped in confusion, “Suffering?”
“It's obvious, isn't it?”,he inquired quietly, almost looking ashamed. Though nothing was revealed about Vinny's situation explicitly, in the few hospital emergencies that occurred while they dated hinted at a turbulent upbringing that he continuously breaks out from daily. Where she once linked his overzealous passion to just teenage hormones, was actually a desperation to escape from his hardships. And these were those hardships that sounded awfully familiar to her ears. It was very obvious, though very unspoken of.
“From all that I had to deal with.”,his hands paused at her ankles, having fully inspected all wounds, “You know what was the worst one?”
He raised terror-stricken eyes to her solemn ones, stealing away her breath. “That I spent all of them in silence, and risked ruining my life all because I was too prideful to ask for help.”
“You turned out well still…”
“Cause Sung was there.”,his voice was sharp and defensive, “Minu, Dom, Jay and even those sponsor freaks…but especially you.”
Again. Something stung her eyes.
His hand met hers, caressing bloodied fingers, “You were there that motivated me, that continued to push me.I don't care or know what will become of me but…but if I could become a capable man for you, I know I've succeeded.”
Her chest gradually rose rapidly, confusion whirling a storm of emotions in her heart. What was going on?
“Because Y/N,”,his face inched closer, the shadows casting a protective cape over his sharp features, “You are the only capable woman for me, the only resilient, trustworthy and beautiful woman who I want to spend a lifetime with.” Maybe she was imagining things, but his voice began to crack. And her vision started to blur, “I don't care what trash hole of a life you lived, I couldn't care less….when I could understand all of it.”
Her hand, which he held, was pushed against his chest, against his rattling, fervent heart, “Because you understood me too, right? You accepted me nonetheless too, right?”
“Vinny….”,her heart clogged her throat, hands trembling as she croaked, “I'm not a good person.”
“And I'm worse.”,his voice trembled, lips quivering, “But I still want you too.” His head softly collided with her forehead, a weak whisper escaping, “And I still love you too.”
Then the pandora's box opened, and the tsunami of emotions crashed out of her lungs, erupting into uncontrollable cries as she slumped into his embrace, consoled by strong arms that didn't abandon her for once.
It was as if all the physical and emotional pain she endured endlessly tipped over all at once, emptying her heart out on some rotting alley in the middle of the night, the only comforting night.
“I got you, Y/N, don't worry.”,he whispered in a soothing voice. His arms caged her body delicately, guiding her weakened limbs to his motorcycle, “Just sleep over at my place for the night.”
“You're too nice, Vinny…”,her lips straightened in a grim frown, to which he responded with a sympathetic smile
“We'll work through everything, don't worry.”
She sneered in disbelief, weakly glaring at his back as they drove off the deteriorated streets. At this rate, worry has become her middle name, a stress that has followed her in all walks of life. Not a moment did she spend afraid of what the future might entail like for her.
But just for tonight, as she locked arms around his waist, and nuzzled a busted chin on his shoulder, just for tonight, she brushed aside her worries, and sank into deep, peaceful, undisturbed sleep.
How Windbreaker men would be if they dated women like them
Context: A refresher from the generic trope of grumpy guy x sunshine girl where their lovers share the same traits and personalities as them, causing to bring out something besides their usual behaviour
Pairing: WB men x f!reader
Owen Knight
Wc: 1046 words
Note : 10 reblogs for Vinny version!
It's not a surprise the most popular boy's love life had everyone's binoculars glued onto it. And by everyone, this also spanned onto the many foreign fan bases that Light Cavalry's charisma had swooned the hearts of many.
It was a ridiculously large amount, even more ridiculous were those scoops of what sort of woman's heart he captured, a piece at the epicenter of gossip following a rare paparazzi shot of him blushing behind a bouquet of roses.
That triggered another fresh wave of rumors, the intel and scoops almost becoming unbearable for the other members, who were forced to fend off all sorts of creeps in his absence, each revealing themselves as his ‘secret lover’ who ‘truly knew everything about him’.
Though if these self-proclaimed lovers had even an inkling of their idol, they would have realized from the blushing photograph that he hadn't captured a heart, but rather his was captured first.
“Did you like the roses I sent you?”
She sent more than roses, and Owen was grateful she sent over his chauffeur before he collapsed on the zebra crossing, “They're nice.”,he grinned, stifling his gushing for a moment, “Though I've seen better in London.”
“So should I send over a plane ticket next?”,the man rolled his eyes in mock annoyance.
“You spoil me too much, remember I'm the man in this relationship?”
“Remember you're my man in this relationship?”,he could pick up that awful smirk in her voice, “I haven't even paid back half of what you've done for me.”
“That's because they're not supposed to be paid for.”,his voice stressed, though joy was bouncing in his eyes as he gazed out the window, “You're supposed to keep quiet and enjoy them. My money looks better on you.”
“Same over here! Money never bought me happiness unless it was spent on you.”,hearing her voice constricted his heart. Part of him urged to remind her that she didn’t need to spend anything, while the other reminded him that her actions were no different from his. Unsurprisingly, the two had found someone who’s love language is the exact same as the other.
“If I was given all the money in the world.”,he dropped the bouquet onto his lap, his forehead pressed against the cool window glass. Only moments ago, the streets were bathed in the warm sunlight, illuminating the dreary shops and pavement into a square of liveliness. The Sun seemed to take a momentary break now, as thick clouds coalesced overhead, casting shadows over his tanned cheeks. “I’d spent all of it on bringing you back.”
Her soft sigh was like music to his ears, a melody so rejuvenating that he yearned to hear it in real life, “If it were up to me, I’d walk over next block and host the match in their hotel reception itself. But oh well.”
“Nonsense, your championship’s the main priority here,”,he reaffirmed, taking a mental note to free up his schedule to watch her live matches, “I’m getting a new TV soon, so make sure to beat these semis. Then,I have something interesting to show off on Live Feed.”
“You and your rotten spoiled tendencies…”,she huffed, and he could hear the eye roll in her voice, “And here I thought my beloved would bless me with words of encouragements.”
“Bring the cup home so I can brag about you.”
“I’ll bring home your body.”
“Bridal style, please!”,he crossed his legs in mock interest, “I don’t mind being carried in your arms, you too need something to brag about.”
“Man, I forget how insufferable you are…”
“You also forget how deeply in love I am with you, to the point only your presence makes me content.”
Silence elapsed in the call, with each person biting back smiles that fought to stretch wide across their faces, “Whe-Where are you headed?”
“What’s gotten you shy all of the sudden?”,he grinned, before frowning as he looked through the front window, “And how am I supposed to know? Didn’t you book this ride for…for….”
Static noises filled the call, but this didn’t register in his mind as he was too occupied with what’s before him, something so bizarre, so unimaginable, that it had his heart swelling in elation.
He stumbled out of the car before the frightened chauffeur could react, his feet taking off instantly, kicking up sand as he raced towards the beach’s shoreline, where the small silhouette of a woman was highlighted by the sunset.
“Hm? It seems you’ve cut my call.”,she swiveled around as she heard footsteps, her phone pressed against her ear, right next to smiling lips, “Or it seems I have faster connection.”
“Y/N!”,the man shrieked joyously, locking his arms around her waist as he embraced her deeply. The woman burrowed her face in his shoulders as he spun her around, the woman's laughter mixing with the strong winds, “Oh, my baby, you came!”
“Yes I did, love.”,she cupped his cheeks, eyes swirling with deep affection and admiration, “I came. For you.”
“For…me?”,his smile slowly morphed into confusion, “But what about the finals?”
“Let’s just say…”,her fingers fiddled with her lanyard that he overlooked, with a bold print stamped at the bottom of the card reading ‘FINALISTS’, ”They agreed to give away the cup at the homes of the final groups. You can thank my charisma for that.”
“I can’t believe it!”,he dropped her gently, hands never leaving her waist, “You’re gonna do your finals here? Oh, baby, I’m so proud of you!”
“Who isn’t?”,she smirked, lifting her shoulders, “I got a long list of admirers everywhere I go!”
“A long list of admirers,”,Owen brought their faces closer, his forehead pressing against her soft skin, “Where I’m standing at the front.”
The nonchalant coolness left her face, replaced with a lovestruck blush that widened her eyes in admiration, “More like fought his way to the front!”
“Brutally.”,he added, eyes squinting in an innocent smile
Though she forever deflects his smooth advances with her playfulness, she failed to deflect his eyes off her abashed smile and reddened cheeks, and she had the whole world's admiration at her feet, yet only swells with pride upon receiving his.
in fact if you ask him what's on tv he wouldn't know the answer and in fact he couldn't care less because how do you want him to pay attention to the movie when the love of your life is sitting next to him because he would watch it some movie when he can just sit and look at you because it's times like this that he can admire you and thank his family for having you in his life, but if you say he was watching he will deny it and tell you to go to sleep because you must be sleepy and imagining things.
why would he want to do anything when he can just stay in bed all day with his favorite person he sure doesn't need anything else he , no he doesn't wake up late he wakes up at the same time as whenever and when the sun rises but no he doesn't go back to sleep or get out of bed he just lies there looking at you and people might find it weird but he can't help it moments like this are rare.
yes, you're going to spend the whole day strolling through the city through the squares in fact just walking aimlessly just having you by his side it makes his day sometimes he likes to look at little things and say that he reminds you of you guys are just going to see a dog or a cat and say that it looks like the other one, until a moment he wanted to take a cat home because according to him he looked a lot like you and would keep him company when you are not there.
There's nothing he likes to do more in this life staying at home for him is already perfect and on top of that with his favorite person what more could he ask for he doesn't care what you guys are going to do as long as you're by his side he even lets you paint his nails if it means seeing you happy now if you said that to someone he will deny it to death and throw a tantrum afterwards.
For him there's nothing more intimate than training together because it's still his favorite thing he can still talk to you and see you in a gym outfit he swears he's never seen you look so beautiful but he'll never admit it any more than he you don't know which is pretty obvious because no matter what he's doing he'll always look blatantly at you if you catch him looking he'll just look away now if you ask he'll just say he's making sure you're there good.
no matter where you are he will always find a way to make you try on an outfit but he can't help it because whenever he looks at a particular outfit he thinks it would look perfect on you in fact you are even scared because when he walks in with you in a store you know he'll make you try everything else in his defense it's hard school since everything on you looks perfect
