You can swear you are the definition of bad luck, even if you start the day by knocking on wood. Or maybe you are just a hopeless romantic. If you ask Maki, he will laugh at your face and probably say both.
Your bad luck proves itself when you trip over literal air while walking to the kitchen. A curse leaves your lips as you hold the doorframe to steady yourself and you look around to see the apartment being empty.
As if on cue, the door opens and Maki comes in with a bag of groceries in his hand. “What’s up? Did you trip on air again?” he laughs as he opens his jacket and you scoff at him, not answering, hence proving him correct.
“I have told you to be careful,” he says lightly as he places the bag down at the kitchen counter and you roll your eyes at him and shrug. You have never told him this but you genuinely believe that him being around removes all your bad luck.
You weren’t all too superstitious but him being around just made your day better in general. You might also be a little in love with him but that is a door you refuse to even approach.
Which is why later, when he retires to his room, you find yourself quietly counting the already dried-up petals of the daisies he brought home the other day. He came in and handed it straight to you and claimed it was just for decoration, completely ignoring how stupidly that made your heart beat.
You make sure he is inside when you start counting. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me-
And to your immense bad luck, it ends at a ‘he loves me not.’ You shrug but do end up throwing the daisies in the bin, a little harder than necessary. You walk away and step on something that immediately makes you lose your balance and it sends a sharp pain through your leg.
“What the fuck?” you screech and maybe it is comedic timing how Maki instantly opens his room door and comes running towards you. His hands grip your elbows in order to steady you, even though you weren’t falling and you look down to see the culprit- a Lego piece.
“Lego?” you ask in pure confusion as you look back at him, his arms still holding you and a sheepish laugh leaves his throat.
“I was making something last night and one of the pieces might have gotten away, sorry,” he says, genuinely sorry for it, so you just nod lightly, muttering a ‘fine’ under your breath.
“With my luck, even if you weren’t playing, it would still somehow be under my feet,” you murmur as he slowly releases your arms. He slaps your shoulder gently and you look up and ask, “What?”
“You are not bad luck, I have told you that many times,” he says as he bends down to pick up the Lego piece. When he gets up his face is suddenly inches away from yours and he is also hyper-aware of the proximity.
You, on the other hand, are oblivious as you continue without even looking at him, “I literally found this apartment vacancy because the flyer flew to my face and I almost got run over by a bicycle.”
The words fly past his ears as he just stares at you, not even trying to hide that he is. From this distance, he can see your lashes, the colour of your eyes, and the dramatic movement of your lips as you explain the day it happened.
“Otherwise, you wouldn’t have found the apartment,” he does reply, still hearing every word you say, although his mind is completely on your face now and how adorable you look when you complain.
“That too,” you pause for a moment thinking and then continue, “but you cannot deny how I tripped over my shoelaces when I came to see it, oh my god that was beyond embarrassing, having your new roommate catch you.”
Maki smiles, his dimples showing as he finally straightens a little and he speaks before he thinks, “Yeah, I think I fell in love with you then and there.” His smile disappears as soon as the sentence leaves his lips and your head whips around at alarming speed as you stare at him, eyes wide open.
"I mean-" he starts but the words die on his throat when he sees your eyes locked into his and your lips parted in shock and the only thought that enters his mind is to kiss you.
After a painfully awkward moment, you croak out, “You love me?” There is no way that he loves you because that is crazy. Maki is attractive and capable of getting much smarter and better partners; he would never fall for someone who trips over their own feet every day.
“Forget I said that, please, I don’t know what I was thinking, I even had an elaborate plan to confess properly,” he squeaks, unable to look at you now that the realisation finally sets in on him.
“You wanted to confess to me?” you ask, voice higher-pitched than you would like and Maki groans into his hands, nodding aggressively. This was not the plan; the plan was to take you out on a date, spoil you and then probably say something along the lines of ‘like.’
Not ‘love’. You will probably move out tomorrow and block him everywhere while he dies single because he couldn’t control his stupid mouth and was too busy admiring you.
You giggle a little when you see him still not removing his hands from his face. You wrap your fingers around his wrists and gently pry them down. It is your turn to laugh as you see how red he is. He groans lightly but makes no attempt to actually fight you as he murmurs, “Stop laughing, okay.”
“Okay,” you actually laugh now as you interlock your fingers with his. You smile wider when you feel his fingers tightening around yours and a small gasp leaves his lips when you lean and press a kiss on his cheek. He opens one eye to look at you and you say, “What? Okay, fine, maybe I fell in love with you too.”
His eyes open properly now as he lightly bounces in happiness and he asks, “Wait for real?” You nod in answer and he hugs you almost immediately, holding you tightly as you wrap your arms around his neck.
You part after a while as he shamelessly checks out your lips and you roll your eyes and say, “Yes!” Maki presses his lips to yours, soft lips engulfing yours in a second and you kiss him back in fervour as your fingers thread through his hair lightly. Your lips move against each other and you sigh when you feel him smile into the kiss. This is your first kiss, but you love how it feels as if you have done it a thousand times already.
When you part, you both laugh again as you poke his dimple and press a kiss to it. Maki shuts his eyes together as his head falls into the crook of your neck, and you laugh at how shy he is, and you wonder how you got so lucky.
Maybe you two just make your own luck!
ARCHV ⠀ ⌗⠀، ok maybe, i like maki a little too much can we please not stay at the point. he is the cutest omg i love him i love him i love himmm. also this was the song that originally got me to write the series so i was pretty excited for it to end it with.
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You can swear you are the definition of bad luck, even if you start the day by knocking on wood. Or maybe you are just a hopeless romantic. If you ask Maki, he will laugh at your face and probably say both.
Your bad luck proves itself when you trip over literal air while walking to the kitchen. A curse leaves your lips as you hold the doorframe to steady yourself and you look around to see the apartment being empty.
As if on cue, the door opens and Maki comes in with a bag of groceries in his hand. “What’s up? Did you trip on air again?” he laughs as he opens his jacket and you scoff at him, not answering, hence proving him correct.
“I have told you to be careful,” he says lightly as he places the bag down at the kitchen counter and you roll your eyes at him and shrug. You have never told him this but you genuinely believe that him being around removes all your bad luck.
You weren’t all too superstitious but him being around just made your day better in general. You might also be a little in love with him but that is a door you refuse to even approach.
Which is why later, when he retires to his room, you find yourself quietly counting the already dried-up petals of the daisies he brought home the other day. He came in and handed it straight to you and claimed it was just for decoration, completely ignoring how stupidly that made your heart beat.
You make sure he is inside when you start counting. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me-
And to your immense bad luck, it ends at a ‘he loves me not.’ You shrug but do end up throwing the daisies in the bin, a little harder than necessary. You walk away and step on something that immediately makes you lose your balance and it sends a sharp pain through your leg.
“What the fuck?” you screech and maybe it is comedic timing how Maki instantly opens his room door and comes running towards you. His hands grip your elbows in order to steady you, even though you weren’t falling and you look down to see the culprit- a Lego piece.
“Lego?” you ask in pure confusion as you look back at him, his arms still holding you and a sheepish laugh leaves his throat.
“I was making something last night and one of the pieces might have gotten away, sorry,” he says, genuinely sorry for it, so you just nod lightly, muttering a ‘fine’ under your breath.
“With my luck, even if you weren’t playing, it would still somehow be under my feet,” you murmur as he slowly releases your arms. He slaps your shoulder gently and you look up and ask, “What?”
“You are not bad luck, I have told you that many times,” he says as he bends down to pick up the Lego piece. When he gets up his face is suddenly inches away from yours and he is also hyper-aware of the proximity.
You, on the other hand, are oblivious as you continue without even looking at him, “I literally found this apartment vacancy because the flyer flew to my face and I almost got run over by a bicycle.”
The words fly past his ears as he just stares at you, not even trying to hide that he is. From this distance, he can see your lashes, the colour of your eyes, and the dramatic movement of your lips as you explain the day it happened.
“Otherwise, you wouldn’t have found the apartment,” he does reply, still hearing every word you say, although his mind is completely on your face now and how adorable you look when you complain.
“That too,” you pause for a moment thinking and then continue, “but you cannot deny how I tripped over my shoelaces when I came to see it, oh my god that was beyond embarrassing, having your new roommate catch you.”
Maki smiles, his dimples showing as he finally straightens a little and he speaks before he thinks, “Yeah, I think I fell in love with you then and there.” His smile disappears as soon as the sentence leaves his lips and your head whips around at alarming speed as you stare at him, eyes wide open.
"I mean-" he starts but the words die on his throat when he sees your eyes locked into his and your lips parted in shock and the only thought that enters his mind is to kiss you.
After a painfully awkward moment, you croak out, “You love me?” There is no way that he loves you because that is crazy. Maki is attractive and capable of getting much smarter and better partners; he would never fall for someone who trips over their own feet every day.
“Forget I said that, please, I don’t know what I was thinking, I even had an elaborate plan to confess properly,” he squeaks, unable to look at you now that the realisation finally sets in on him.
“You wanted to confess to me?” you ask, voice higher-pitched than you would like and Maki groans into his hands, nodding aggressively. This was not the plan; the plan was to take you out on a date, spoil you and then probably say something along the lines of ‘like.’
Not ‘love’. You will probably move out tomorrow and block him everywhere while he dies single because he couldn’t control his stupid mouth and was too busy admiring you.
You giggle a little when you see him still not removing his hands from his face. You wrap your fingers around his wrists and gently pry them down. It is your turn to laugh as you see how red he is. He groans lightly but makes no attempt to actually fight you as he murmurs, “Stop laughing, okay.”
“Okay,” you actually laugh now as you interlock your fingers with his. You smile wider when you feel his fingers tightening around yours and a small gasp leaves his lips when you lean and press a kiss on his cheek. He opens one eye to look at you and you say, “What? Okay, fine, maybe I fell in love with you too.”
His eyes open properly now as he lightly bounces in happiness and he asks, “Wait for real?” You nod in answer and he hugs you almost immediately, holding you tightly as you wrap your arms around his neck.
You part after a while as he shamelessly checks out your lips and you roll your eyes and say, “Yes!” Maki presses his lips to yours, soft lips engulfing yours in a second and you kiss him back in fervour as your fingers thread through his hair lightly. Your lips move against each other and you sigh when you feel him smile into the kiss. This is your first kiss, but you love how it feels as if you have done it a thousand times already.
When you part, you both laugh again as you poke his dimple and press a kiss to it. Maki shuts his eyes together as his head falls into the crook of your neck, and you laugh at how shy he is, and you wonder how you got so lucky.
Maybe you two just make your own luck!
ARCHV ⠀ ⌗⠀، ok maybe, i like maki a little too much can we please not stay at the point. he is the cutest omg i love him i love him i love himmm. also this was the song that originally got me to write the series so i was pretty excited for it to end it with.
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You sigh a little when one more couple passes you on the street, holding hands and giggling as they fall over each other. The street is crowded, with pink and red lanterns hanging from the top and golden fairy-lights and balloons all around the corners.
You aren’t surprised since in a few minutes it will be Valentine’s Day and every single kind of love will be celebrated around the city. And you will be in your apartment hogging down instant noodles. You know the video call will come, so you speed up your walk and you know Jo will be on the other side of the line, smiling, waiting for you as he wishes you your first Valentine's away.
The universe is cruel for handling it this way. You and Jo had finally found each other, two perfect puzzle pieces, and then the foreign offer lands on you. Jo has always been a sweetheart and he had consoled you that long-distance relationships work and that you will work on it together.
He did send flowers, teddies and chocolates for every single day of Valentine’s and you felt very grateful for it but a small part of you, the selfish part, wished one of you could visit the other.
You look at a couple posing under some heart balloons and wonder what Jo is doing. He always asks you how you are and you keep saying you are fine when you really are not. You refuse to be a mood-killer when his soft voice fills the room through your screen as he talks about his day and asks about yours.
You always think about how if he ever visits, you will have so much to tell him, more than you ever did, more than whatever you say to the screen. You want to sit with him on your bed, have a lazy day and just talk with him from the start of the day to the break of dawn. You want to hold him and never let go and you miss his touch too much to comprehend in words.
You wish Jo would just magically appear right now and take you away from this crowded place to somewhere the world is quiet, just you two alone, in each other’s arms.
You finally reach the street you live on and walk up to your apartment. You put the code in and the door creaks open into a dark living room. You sigh again, putting your bags down and reaching to hang the keys when there is a sudden knock on your door. You laugh lightly, knowing Jo has again ordered some flowers for you, somehow pinpointing the exact time you will come home.
You see the clock; it is exact twelve and you shake your head lovingly. You don’t check and just swing open the door and a sharp gasp leaves your throat as soon as you see the man standing in front of you.
“Hey, love,” Jo says as a soft smile takes over his face and you stand there, hands over your face, as he takes a step inside and continues, “Happy Valentine’s Day!”
“Jo?” you finally squeak out as you slam his body into his for a hug. A big laugh leaves his throat as he wraps his arms around yours and gently sways you from side to side.
You, on the other hand, still feel like this is a fever dream but his arms supporting and holding you are probably the only thing grounding you right now. You are close to crying when you find his fingers rubbing slow circles on your back and you inhale deeply. He is here, he really is and you can’t believe he has done all that for you.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you whisper into his neck and you feel his smile against your neck as he presses a small kiss on your collarbone.
“I missed you so much,” he whispers as he slowly holds you in his arms, pressing his head to yours and you giggle as you press a small kiss to his chin. His soft voice echoes around and you feel the tears sting in the corner of your eyes just from him being there.
“I have so much to tell you,” You reply and he knows that already, but the way you said it, maybe he will fall in love with you all over again. You missed him too much and having him here just made everything shine around you.
He looks into your eyes and slowly leans in, pressing his lips to yours and you immediately kiss him back. It has been so long but kissing him feels like you just left home yesterday. Your fingers thread his hair and he circles his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.
Kissing him felt grounding as you take in the familiar taste on your mouth and kissing him felt like all your worries washing away for the door and all your body could feel was the simple feeling of him being there.
When you part, you two smile again as he presses a small peck on your nose and lips, making you ticklish. Your arms wrap around him again as you hug him tightly and take in his scent that is so like him. The air feels lighter and smells of something mundane.
Something mundane like the love you two have.
ARCHV ⠀ ⌗⠀، jo is such a sweetheart omg i love him. also happy valentine's day to everyone who has ever loved something, go celebrate cus you deserve it.
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You and Nakakita Yuma were A-list actors who always headbutt one way or another. It was a famous rivalry, the celebrity enemies, as everyone loved to call it. Some called it a PR stunt but in reality, it was a PR headache.
Yuma has always been annoying but it was one particular night at an afterparty where he found it was especially amusing to rub it in your face that you had lost an award. You had been quieter than usual, trying to ignore him but he could not take a hint even if it was thrown at his face.
So, you snapped and told him to shut up. That was it, two words, and how it should have ended. How it should not have ended is when he smiled right back and said, “Make me.” You had found yourself tangled in the sheets with him, hands in his hair, kissing him and him marking your body.
At least it effectively shut him up!
That is how the vicious cycle started: you two attend the same parties, whether after an award or by mutual friends, and you end up tangled in the sheets of some high-end hotel or in the back of a car. It was scandalous for both of your careers, but Yuma had always been known for not giving a fuck and somehow that had rubbed off on you.
You only went along because the sex was great, right after the argument. At least that is what you keep telling yourself every time. You know you shouldn’t do this, you shouldn’t be lying to your managers and you shouldn’t be sneaking out like teenagers but the idea of having some private moment away from the public eye felt so satisfying.
Also, Yuma was a great company when he actually shut up and focused on something, that something being you! He doesn’t forget to argue, though, even in the middle, and you argue back, because that is who you are, definitely still enemies.
Enemies who are sleeping with each other. For three months now. It is a miracle you two haven’t been exposed by the media.
Tonight is no exception, as you see his wandering eyes from across the room. You do not feel great tonight; you just came because the host, Nicholas, would full-on sulk if you didn’t. You down your drink, hoping the feeling will go away.
Across the room, Yuma scrunches his nose just a little, carefully observing your features. You are tense, more than usual and you are giving your service smile to every single person talking to you. He sees your fingers twitch around the glass when your manager gives you a look of confusion.
In long strides, Yuma crosses the room and swiftly snatches the drink out of your hand before downing it. “Excuse me?” you glare at him and he just shrugs as he puts the glass down.
“The grapes would have fermented again by the time you were taking to drink that,” he smirks lightly, his snaggletooth evilly peeking out of his lips. You take a deep breath before reminding yourself that strangling someone is, in fact, illegal.
Yuma doesn’t let you speak, though, as he instantly says, “Want to ditch and get some of the night air?” You visibly roll your eyes as you shake your head to a ‘No.’ The evening was already tiring and the last thing you need right now is him being cocky while eating you out.
Yuma’s face contorts for half a second before he catches himself and continues, “No, I actually meant getting some fresh air.”
“When did you become so nice?” you reply without missing a beat and he snickers as his fingers wrap around your wrists and slightly guide you through the crowd.
“Won’t people notice we are gone?” you hesitantly ask as you stand in front of the elevator. You take in for a moment how Yuma’s fingers are interlaced with yours and how warm his palms are against your cold skin. This is the first time you are so nervous when sneaking out is all you two have been doing these past months.
“There are no cameras here to care enough about that, also, Nicholas has like a dozen balconies in here, so they wouldn’t be able to find us either,” he replies, voice softer than he intends it to be.
You two climb up to the top floor rooms, reserved for Nicholas’s friends and family only and enter the balcony of the extra room around the corner. The night air hits your face and for a moment, you let yourself forget the world and just focus on the cold air and Yuma’s hand in yours.
“What nostalgia moment are you waiting to hit?” The moment is instantly ruined by his lame remark and you smile at him sweetly, shoving the middle finger up his face with your free hand. Yuma just giggles, his fingers tightening around yours. For a long time, you two just stand there before he asks again, “No, seriously, are you okay?”
“I am fine, I am just tired,” you murmur, which technically wasn’t a lie.
“So tired that you don’t have any counter-arguments? Oh my god, have I finally won?” he dramatically puts a hand over his chest and gasps and your lips break into a smile, a genuine one, for the first time in the night.
You take a deep breath and reply, “I have this new co-worker who is so annoying and refuses to listen to the director’s orders, and we were stuck filming one small scene fifty times because he kept messing up.” You cut off short, not knowing how to continue. You never had deep conversations with Yuma; heck, you barely had conversations that didn’t start and end with arguing.
His fingers rub the back of your hand and you look towards the city skyline and the glittering lights spread across. “The city is pretty,” you whisper and he hums in agreement and you chuckle. It was rare of you and Yuma to actually agree on something.
“It is so pretty,” he murmurs, looking straight at your face while you are blissfully unaware of the fact. Yuma takes a deep breath, knowing what is about to come, what was always evident to come. He is not the type of person whose hands you would put your heart in nor is he the person who can hold you anytime he wants.
Because you are both celebrities, and celebrities cannot afford to live normally. If you two go out together tomorrow, there will be a billion cameras flashing at your faces. Would you ever give someone who invites all that a chance?
“I think I love you,” he says before he can stop himself and your eyes widen in shock. Before you can say anything, he continues, “I hadn’t planned on it, I just think I fell in love with you, which is weird because you are so fucking insufferable, but if I go one day without seeing that angry face of yours when I hit your nerves, it drives me crazy. It drives me crazy thinking you might be mad at someone else, just not me and it drives me crazy thinking you actually found someone who will treat you right, which isn’t me.”
He finally stops rambling and you stare at him; words stuck in your throat. When you finally realise what he just said, you whisper, “You are so stupid, Nakakita.” You don’t give him time to retort as you pull him by his collar and press your lips to his. You had kissed Yuma so many times before this and yet it still hit so different every time. Yuma’s fingers tighten around yours as he tilts his head and you thread your fingers through his hair.
You two part for just one second as you whisper to his lips, “Fuck I love you too, Nakakita,” and he smirks, pressing his lips to yours again as you groan from the taste of his lips alone. His hand tightens around your waist as you both smile into the kiss.
Yuma doesn’t know he stays sane at your lips moving against his in a way that is so wholly new. All he knows is the midnight driving and giggles were worth it, and so was pestering you from day one.
ARCHV ⠀ ⌗⠀، brat yuma agenda be taking over my mind omg, because that man is just so infuriatingly cute ugh. ilhsm
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You and Nakakita Yuma were A-list actors who always headbutt one way or another. It was a famous rivalry, the celebrity enemies, as everyone loved to call it. Some called it a PR stunt but in reality, it was a PR headache.
Yuma has always been annoying but it was one particular night at an afterparty where he found it was especially amusing to rub it in your face that you had lost an award. You had been quieter than usual, trying to ignore him but he could not take a hint even if it was thrown at his face.
So, you snapped and told him to shut up. That was it, two words, and how it should have ended. How it should not have ended is when he smiled right back and said, “Make me.” You had found yourself tangled in the sheets with him, hands in his hair, kissing him and him marking your body.
At least it effectively shut him up!
That is how the vicious cycle started: you two attend the same parties, whether after an award or by mutual friends, and you end up tangled in the sheets of some high-end hotel or in the back of a car. It was scandalous for both of your careers, but Yuma had always been known for not giving a fuck and somehow that had rubbed off on you.
You only went along because the sex was great, right after the argument. At least that is what you keep telling yourself every time. You know you shouldn’t do this, you shouldn’t be lying to your managers and you shouldn’t be sneaking out like teenagers but the idea of having some private moment away from the public eye felt so satisfying.
Also, Yuma was a great company when he actually shut up and focused on something, that something being you! He doesn’t forget to argue, though, even in the middle, and you argue back, because that is who you are, definitely still enemies.
Enemies who are sleeping with each other. For three months now. It is a miracle you two haven’t been exposed by the media.
Tonight is no exception, as you see his wandering eyes from across the room. You do not feel great tonight; you just came because the host, Nicholas, would full-on sulk if you didn’t. You down your drink, hoping the feeling will go away.
Across the room, Yuma scrunches his nose just a little, carefully observing your features. You are tense, more than usual and you are giving your service smile to every single person talking to you. He sees your fingers twitch around the glass when your manager gives you a look of confusion.
In long strides, Yuma crosses the room and swiftly snatches the drink out of your hand before downing it. “Excuse me?” you glare at him and he just shrugs as he puts the glass down.
“The grapes would have fermented again by the time you were taking to drink that,” he smirks lightly, his snaggletooth evilly peeking out of his lips. You take a deep breath before reminding yourself that strangling someone is, in fact, illegal.
Yuma doesn’t let you speak, though, as he instantly says, “Want to ditch and get some of the night air?” You visibly roll your eyes as you shake your head to a ‘No.’ The evening was already tiring and the last thing you need right now is him being cocky while eating you out.
Yuma’s face contorts for half a second before he catches himself and continues, “No, I actually meant getting some fresh air.”
“When did you become so nice?” you reply without missing a beat and he snickers as his fingers wrap around your wrists and slightly guide you through the crowd.
“Won’t people notice we are gone?” you hesitantly ask as you stand in front of the elevator. You take in for a moment how Yuma’s fingers are interlaced with yours and how warm his palms are against your cold skin. This is the first time you are so nervous when sneaking out is all you two have been doing these past months.
“There are no cameras here to care enough about that, also, Nicholas has like a dozen balconies in here, so they wouldn’t be able to find us either,” he replies, voice softer than he intends it to be.
You two climb up to the top floor rooms, reserved for Nicholas’s friends and family only and enter the balcony of the extra room around the corner. The night air hits your face and for a moment, you let yourself forget the world and just focus on the cold air and Yuma’s hand in yours.
“What nostalgia moment are you waiting to hit?” The moment is instantly ruined by his lame remark and you smile at him sweetly, shoving the middle finger up his face with your free hand. Yuma just giggles, his fingers tightening around yours. For a long time, you two just stand there before he asks again, “No, seriously, are you okay?”
“I am fine, I am just tired,” you murmur, which technically wasn’t a lie.
“So tired that you don’t have any counter-arguments? Oh my god, have I finally won?” he dramatically puts a hand over his chest and gasps and your lips break into a smile, a genuine one, for the first time in the night.
You take a deep breath and reply, “I have this new co-worker who is so annoying and refuses to listen to the director’s orders, and we were stuck filming one small scene fifty times because he kept messing up.” You cut off short, not knowing how to continue. You never had deep conversations with Yuma; heck, you barely had conversations that didn’t start and end with arguing.
His fingers rub the back of your hand and you look towards the city skyline and the glittering lights spread across. “The city is pretty,” you whisper and he hums in agreement and you chuckle. It was rare of you and Yuma to actually agree on something.
“It is so pretty,” he murmurs, looking straight at your face while you are blissfully unaware of the fact. Yuma takes a deep breath, knowing what is about to come, what was always evident to come. He is not the type of person whose hands you would put your heart in nor is he the person who can hold you anytime he wants.
Because you are both celebrities, and celebrities cannot afford to live normally. If you two go out together tomorrow, there will be a billion cameras flashing at your faces. Would you ever give someone who invites all that a chance?
“I think I love you,” he says before he can stop himself and your eyes widen in shock. Before you can say anything, he continues, “I hadn’t planned on it, I just think I fell in love with you, which is weird because you are so fucking insufferable, but if I go one day without seeing that angry face of yours when I hit your nerves, it drives me crazy. It drives me crazy thinking you might be mad at someone else, just not me and it drives me crazy thinking you actually found someone who will treat you right, which isn’t me.”
He finally stops rambling and you stare at him; words stuck in your throat. When you finally realise what he just said, you whisper, “You are so stupid, Nakakita.” You don’t give him time to retort as you pull him by his collar and press your lips to his. You had kissed Yuma so many times before this and yet it still hit so different every time. Yuma’s fingers tighten around yours as he tilts his head and you thread your fingers through his hair.
You two part for just one second as you whisper to his lips, “Fuck I love you too, Nakakita,” and he smirks, pressing his lips to yours again as you groan from the taste of his lips alone. His hand tightens around your waist as you both smile into the kiss.
Yuma doesn’t know he stays sane at your lips moving against his in a way that is so wholly new. All he knows is the midnight driving and giggles were worth it, and so was pestering you from day one.
ARCHV ⠀ ⌗⠀، brat yuma agenda be taking over my mind omg, because that man is just so infuriatingly cute ugh. ilhsm
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【 爱情 】 ────── he is too late, you are aware, but you still want to let him in
𝐂𝐇𝒪𝐑𝐃⠀ ⌗⠀، nicholas & reader⠀ ✦ ◞ ⠀exes to lovers⠀ angst ⠀ 1179 ⠀ ੭ꢆ ⠀ warns ⠀ kiss⠀ alcohol ⠀ ´ ᵕ ` ⠀ LIB? ⠀ series
Your first mistake was falling in love with Nicholas, and your second mistake was thinking he loved you back. It had slipped past your tongue accidentally- the three-word sentence- in one of your late-night conversations.
You don’t remember much after that; it was a blur, you remember your ears ringing lightly as he coaxed you to sleep. You remember ghosting him the next day and when he asked if you were okay, you said you were fine without a tremble in your voice.
You remember breaking up with him the next day!
You remember blocking him instantly and not wanting to do anything but move on from Wang Yixiang. And you did it, successfully, for a whole month.
But life seemed to have other plans when you started taking your way back home through the block his house is on. You told yourself it was just convenience and nothing more. You would be lying if you didn’t glance at his house everyday but it is very normal because he is a person you used to know, nothing more.
By the second month, you heard from some of your friends that he found someone new. You were happy for him, you definitely were. You were happy when you scoffed and thought how he was sleeping well now, knowing you were hurting. You were happy when you sat down on the couch and downed the drink, ignoring the burning sensation in your throat.
You lay down on the same couch you two once cuddled on, hoping you were dizzy enough to forget him.
By the third month, the ache had dulled down to a numbing scar that you choose to ignore. Your occasional thoughts about where you were lacking have become a dim memory that comes back sometimes.
Today is one of those lucky nights where they do, and you keep thinking how stupid you are, thinking that giving him your all was never enough for him. You scroll mindlessly, the beer glass forming a ring on the table, which, any other time, would bother you a lot.
But tonight, you keep thinking- what if he lets you back in? Will you make it better by breaking every habit, pulling yourselves together and letting it happen? Or will he never go through it again?
A small knock on your door jolts you out of your trance and you scrunch your eyebrows because you are not expecting any visitors. You get up lightly and walk towards the door and as soon as you see who it is, you decide not to open it at all. You look back once more and a sigh leaves your lips as you open the door and ask, “What?”
Yixiang looks just as surprised as you as he pants lightly and gulps, trying to meet your eyes. You look at him once, the slightly drenched hair and leather jacket, the light tinge of red on his cheeks that only happens when he is tipsy.
“You'd better start speaking before I close this door,” an exasperated sigh leaves your lips when his eyes widen and he puts his hand on the door, shaking his head vigorously.
“I miss you,” he whispers, a broken breath following right after and you reconsider slamming the door to his face.
Instead, you reply, “You are drunk, Yixiang, go home.” Now you will definitely close the door and continue your night like it was originally planned.
“No, I got drenched in the rain, I’m sober now,” he loosely replies and you scoff at the dumbest logic ever and you shake your head at him. His eyes never leave you, a pleading smile taking place and you feel like it is your cue to stop all this.
“It doesn’t work that way,” you grit your teeth as you say it, refusing to meet his eyes. You know you won’t be able to resist once you do.
“I don’t know what works how, I miss you, I miss your everything and every day for the seventy-four days we weren’t together and I thought I could move on and I tried but you just consume every single part of my brain to the point where I am unable to think of anyone or anything else, so please just come back,” he replies, hands clutching on the doorknob, determined to keep it open and for a moment you feel your ears ring again.
You take one breath and say, “You don’t get to do this,” you pause and look at him but his confused eyes infuriate you more as you continue, “You don’t get to be drenched and drunk and declare a great confession, hoping I would come back when you wanted me to leave in the first place.”
“I never wanted you to leave,” he whispers, voice smaller than before and your eyes sting as a sarcastic laugh leaves your throat.
“Did you only show up because you couldn’t handle missing me?” you laugh at him, shaking your head. You should have closed the door in the first place and left him out.
“I love you; I loved you back then and I love you now and I never got a chance to tell you until I realised, I was too late,” he takes a breath and continues, “And I just need you to know this, that is all.”
He lets go of the doorknob while you stand there, unable to move. You are sure you heard wrong and you are sure this is a hallucination but when he takes a step back, your voice calls him out, “Wait!”
His eyes widen, hope sparkling just a little and you sigh, saying, “You are drenched, come inside.” Yixiang obeys you quietly as he steps in and you close the door quietly.
The night feels quieter again, with the rain forming a melodramatic backdrop. Nicholas stands there quietly, facing you as you turn around and whisper, “We are not fixed but I am willing to give this a chance again.”
Relief floods his veins as he slowly intertwines your fingers and you let him. You let him when he presses your foreheads together and replies, “Thank you and I am sorry for everything.”
You nod lightly and close your eyes, taking in his scent, his lightly rough hands against your palms and his everything. Your breath mingles and you let him press a kiss on your lips as you kiss back slowly. The kiss was everything you needed in the past month- the reassurance, the mending and him. Only him.
When you part, you say lightly, “I will bring you a towel.”
His fingers clutch around yours tighter and he replies, “I know where it is, how about you just help me dry my hair?” You look up, a small smile on your face as you nod and drag him inside. Nicholas smiles at the old habit as he looks around, taking it all in.
And for the first time in months, you both don’t feel like it is starting over. It just feels like coming home.
ARCHV ⠀ ⌗⠀، totally didn't write this for yearner yixiang agenda omg. god to have a man like him he is too perfect . . . beta @sxmmerberries and an irl frnd who i forced to read
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【 사랑 】 ────── you wish you hadn’t fallen for someone who thinks love is overrated.
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Falling in love with Euijoo was not on your mind when you first became friends with him. He was the quiet, shy boy sitting far opposite to you in class. You had joked lightly about getting a ‘campus crush’ and your friend suggested him.
You had waved her off but when you realised his number fell two ahead of you and you two would probably work together for almost every project, you had decided it didn’t hurt to get to know him better.
It started with small texts and went as far as late-night conversations in just a few months. The worst part, or the best, was that he was a great listener. He was patient, understanding and even laughed lightly at your bad attempts at jokes. It took you only one month to fall for Byun Euijoo and by the time you had realised it, you knew it would screw up the rest of your life.
By the end of the second month, you started to sit in the row in front of him. It slowly led to shared study sessions in the library, where you started to notice the little things about him.
The first thing you probably noticed about him was his eyes, hiding behind those glasses, swirls of passion floating like clouds covering his dreams. You noticed his gummy smile, his laughter that felt like sunshine and innocence, with a quietness which comes on rare occasions. You noticed his deep voice, that calms you down on the worst of days, the way he says your name like a sacred prayer.
You were down bad and you would probably give up everything to not dream about him again, his eyes, lips, smile, and his care. You want to get your head out of the clouds and your feet on the ground and believe he will never like you.
Which was the inherent truth but Byun Euijoo made it hard to believe.
And you are back at the cycle of having yet another quiet library study session, where you are observing him discreetly, dreaming of all the chances he could take.
“If you are going to stare, take a picture,” his voice cuts your trance and you scoff lightly, flustered at being caught. You look down, shaking your head and try to come up with an excuse.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Byun Euijoo,” you settle for this and he laughs and you can swear it is the best sound in the world. You look back up, watching his clueless face laugh and his ears turn red. Is he even aware that you will probably gather all supernatural powers just to hear his laugh again?
“What do you think about falling in love?” you ask him before you can stop yourself and you see him freeze before he slowly looks up at you. His gaze locks with yours, and you wonder how unaware he is of how crazy he drives you. How much you had dreamed of kissing him and how his lips would feel.
“It feels overrated,” he replies, quieter than before and that is all the confirmation you need. You hum in acknowledgement, trying your best to not to show your disappointment. You knew it was coming and yet you still had hopes that somewhere he might take a risk, just for you.
You feel his stare on you almost immediately and look up and probably for the first time you see him this disorientated, in that quiet got-together way of his. He takes a breath and says, “You didn’t let me finish.”
An empty laugh leaves your throat and you shrug saying, “I got my answer, there is nothing to wait for.”
He gets up and your eyes follow as he crosses the table and stands in front of you. Your heart is probably beating at a hundred miles an hour as you force to not look away even when you feel your skin warm up.
“That is what I used to think, well unless I realised it is not, when I fell for you,” he exhales and for a tense second neither of you say a word. Your mind slowly replays the sentence and you come to the realisation that in true Byun Euijoo fashion he has quietly and surely confessed to you.
“Yeah, I think I definitely fell first though,” you don’t know if it ruins the mood but it is the first thing that comes to your mind and he laughs, the sound echoing the quiet corner and you break into a smile too, leaning into him lightly, not knowing if it is relief or happiness.
His fingers interlock with yours and he leans down as his eyes trace to your lips just once and before he can ask, you nod and that is all he needs as he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is soft and sure, as his fingers press lightly against the small of your back. You circle your arms around his neck, leaning in to the kiss. You feel his arms pull you closer and you feel the electricity sparks tingling your body.
When you part, your foreheads stay attached and you giggle lightly, seeing him unable to open his eyes and you quickly press another kiss before he can retort.
Not that he would ever do that!
ARCHV⠀ ⌗⠀، ej is so cute omg i cannot get enough of him and honestly he screams quiet campus crush sm
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사랑 ⠀⠀𓋰⠀⠀ you wish you hadn’t fallen for someone who thinks love is overrated.
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Falling in love with Euijoo was not on your mind when you first became friends with him. He was the quiet, shy boy sitting far opposite to you in class. You had joked lightly about getting a ‘campus crush’ and your friend suggested him.
You had waved her off but when you realised his number fell two ahead of you and you two would probably work together for almost every project, you had decided it didn’t hurt to get to know him better.
It started with small texts and went as far as late-night conversations in just a few months. The worst part, or the best, was that he was a great listener. He was patient, understanding and even laughed lightly at your bad attempts at jokes. It took you only one month to fall for Byun Euijoo and by the time you had realised it, you knew it would screw up the rest of your life.
By the end of the second month, you started to sit in the row in front of him. It slowly led to shared study sessions in the library, where you started to notice the little things about him.
The first thing you probably noticed about him was his eyes, hiding behind those glasses, swirls of passion floating like clouds covering his dreams. You noticed his gummy smile, his laughter that felt like sunshine and innocence, with a quietness which comes on rare occasions. You noticed his deep voice, that calms you down on the worst of days, the way he says your name like a sacred prayer.
You were down bad and you would probably give up everything to not dream about him again, his eyes, lips, smile, and his care. You want to get your head out of the clouds and your feet on the ground and believe he will never like you.
Which was the inherent truth but Byun Euijoo made it hard to believe.
And you are back at the cycle of having yet another quiet library study session, where you are observing him discreetly, dreaming of all the chances he could take.
“If you are going to stare, take a picture,” his voice cuts your trance and you scoff lightly, flustered at being caught. You look down, shaking your head and try to come up with an excuse.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Byun Euijoo,” you settle for this and he laughs and you can swear it is the best sound in the world. You look back up, watching his clueless face laugh and his ears turn red. Is he even aware that you will probably gather all supernatural powers just to hear his laugh again?
“What do you think about falling in love?” you ask him before you can stop yourself and you see him freeze before he slowly looks up at you. His gaze locks with yours, and you wonder how unaware he is of how crazy he drives you. How much you had dreamed of kissing him and how his lips would feel.
“It feels overrated,” he replies, quieter than before and that is all the confirmation you need. You hum in acknowledgement, trying your best to not to show your disappointment. You knew it was coming and yet you still had hopes that somewhere he might take a risk, just for you.
You feel his stare on you almost immediately and look up and probably for the first time you see him this disorientated, in that quiet got-together way of his. He takes a breath and says, “You didn’t let me finish.”
An empty laugh leaves your throat and you shrug saying, “I got my answer, there is nothing to wait for.”
He gets up and your eyes follow as he crosses the table and stands in front of you. Your heart is probably beating at a hundred miles an hour as you force to not look away even when you feel your skin warm up.
“That is what I used to think, well unless I realised it is not, when I fell for you,” he exhales and for a tense second neither of you say a word. Your mind slowly replays the sentence and you come to the realisation that in true Byun Euijoo fashion he has quietly and surely confessed to you.
“Yeah, I think I definitely fell first though,” you don’t know if it ruins the mood but it is the first thing that comes to your mind and he laughs, the sound echoing the quiet corner and you break into a smile too, leaning into him lightly, not knowing if it is relief or happiness.
His fingers interlock with yours and he leans down as his eyes trace to your lips just once and before he can ask, you nod and that is all he needs as he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is soft and sure, as his fingers press lightly against the small of your back. You circle your arms around his neck, leaning in to the kiss. You feel his arms pull you closer and you feel the electricity sparks tingling your body.
When you part, your foreheads stay attached and you giggle lightly, seeing him unable to open his eyes and you quickly press another kiss before he can retort.
Not that he would ever do that!
ARCHV⠀ ✦ ⠀ ej is so cute omg i cannot get enough of him and honestly he screams quiet campus crush sm
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恋慕 ⠀⠀𓋰⠀⠀ when did taki become hot? and when did you start noticing?
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You hear the buzz even before you enter the party. The room is filled with whispers, all about the new student and you shake your head lightly as you walk up to your friends.
“Who is this new student and how hot is he?” you ask and your friend laughs loudly as she places a hand on your shoulder.
“Good evening to you too,” she smiles, tilting her head and you scoff as you grab a drink from the counter.
“It will be a great evening when I see the hot guy everyone is so interested in,” you reply and she shrugs. One of your friends from the back tells his name- Takayama Riki- and your eyebrows scrunch a little at the familiarity of the name.
“Apparently, he is at the party and also friends with Harua and Ni-ki,” she adds on and you look at her, making her roll her eyes. She makes a ‘no’ motion with her head, making the others laugh.
“How long will you even avoid Harua-“ your friend starts and suddenly pauses before she continues, “-and he is walking towards you right now, and oh my god it must be the new guy beside him.”
You hear her breath hitch and your head springs up embarrassingly fast before your eyes fall on the famous and anonymous Takayama Riki.
“Oh, hi,” Taki speaks up as soon as he is in front of you and you almost choke on your drink. It is impossible and he cannot be the same person who was once neighbours with you.
“Taki?” Your voice comes out higher-pitched than intended and he smiles, that same sweet smile he had when you saw him years back, and nods excitedly.
You ignore your friends’ pointed glares as you struggle to form a coherent sentence, but he replies, saving you, or rather ruining your sanity, “Long time no see, how are you?”
You want to reply to him, you really want to, but all your mind can ask him is when he got hot? You still manage to reply, “I am good, and you are too, as I can see.” Taki’s brows furrow just a little but before he can question, you hurriedly introduce your friends. The usual happens after that, one of them leaves after a while and Harua pointedly follows her and the other one follows them.
Ni-ki gets dragged back to the dance floor and Taki almost does too but he excuses himself as he looks at you. You could have easily excused yourself, but you stayed anyway, convincing yourself that you were being polite.
You look at him once and wonder how time did him this much justice. You could look him up and down all day, and that still wouldn’t do much for your sanity. You absolutely cannot imagine the cute, little Taki growing up to look like that. There were so many reasons you kept quiet when you were fourteen, mostly because you thought he wasn’t like the guys your friends had. You gaslit yourself into thinking he was not attractive at all.
Denial, pure gut-wrenching denial. Even fourteen-year-old you knew if he smiled at you, you would have melted.
Now here he is, making you do triple takes at his glow-up. You want to almost say congratulations on his new improvements because he is the type of guy who can lift your car with a hand and look good doing it.
“Do I look that good that you can’t stop staring?” you jolt into reality as your eyes focus on Taki’s smug smile, making you scoff. You quietly sip your drink, refusing to look him in the eye.
“Keep dreaming, Takayama,” you murmur, although the smile on your face betrays you and doesn’t go unnoticed by him.
“About you? I would happily dream every day,” he smiles cheekily and it takes everything in you not pull him by the collar and press your lips to his. All because of a damn smile.
“Were you always this flirty or did you finally learn?” you shoot back, and he laughs, throwing his head back, and you shamelessly check out his collarbones and quickly look away when he calms down.
“Well, the studying isn’t going to waste, is it? Especially now that I am in the same place as you again,” he tilts his head, leaning down a little and fixing something near your shoulder. The touch is subtle and sudden, leaving as soon as it arrives and your breath shallows for a moment before you can control it.
And suddenly it dawns on you- it isn’t a glow-up problem, it is a feelings problem. You finally accepted it.
“Try something more and we might know for sure,” you whisper and look at him, locking your eyes with him as he leans in very lightly, enough for you to feel his breath fan your face lightly.
“Guess we have to test the theory sometimes,” a smirk etches his face as he presses a quick kiss on your cheekbones. He leaves almost as quick as he kisses you, as you stand there stunned and frozen in your place.
This is definitely the beginning of something! Something you two took too long to understand.
ARCHV ⠀ ✦ ⠀ how is this song so taki coded? god i found him so cute in i-land and now here he is, it's crazy
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⌖ pairing: chung sanghyeon as your regular customer who has a crush on you
⌖ word count: 878
⌖ summary: you realise that your cute regular customer might have a crush on you
Your sister smirked beside you, teasingly elbowing you in the side, “Your number one fan is back.”
"Or maybe he is just a customer who happens to really love sweets. That's all," You rolled your eyes at her as you glanced over your shoulder to see the boy sitting down at the usual seat near the window. You quickly looked away, pretending not to care.
“His mom owns a café, you know. If he truly had a sweet tooth, he could go to his mom's place instead of coming here every day,” She pointed out, leaning against the counter as she stared at him from across the room.
Your sister's words made you freeze in your tracks for a moment as you processed the information. "Wait, his mom owns a café?", You asked, a hint of surprise in your voice.
Your sister nodded, her grin growing even wider, “Yeah, apparently they're quite famous for their desserts. But for some reason, your fan boy prefers to come here to see you instead.”
You knew she was right. There was a perfectly good café owned by his mom just down the street. So why did he keep coming here instead?
Your curiosity piqued, but you tried to play it off casually. "Maybe he just likes our desserts better," You said nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders.
Despite your attempt to feign indifference, your eyes betrayed your interest, and you couldn't help but steal another glance in his direction. Your heart fluttered as the thought crossed your mind.
Your sister shook her head, clearly not buying it, "Or maybe he just likes admiring the pretty girl behind the counter.”
"You are delusional. He's just a regul—"
Your sister rolled her eyes, cutting you off, "Just go and take his order. He is probably waiting for you to grace him with your presence.”
Your heartbeat quickened as you realized that you would have to approach him and take his order. Trying to keep a casual expression on your face, you turned to your sister and sighed, "Fine, I'll go take his order.”
You felt your defenses weakening the moment you saw his endearing c-type smile and sparkling eyes. As you met his gaze, you plastered on a friendly smile, trying to steady your racing heart, "Hi there, what can I get for you today?”
His bright expression only widened as he looked up at you like he had been waiting all day just to see you, "A blueberry lemonade and pistachio cheesecake, please.”
"Okay, one blueberry lemonade and pistachio cheesecake coming right up," You said, scribbling down his order. "Anything else?”
Your sister's voice piped up from behind you, causing both you and your fan boy to freeze. "Perhaps her number?", She suggested slyly, making you whip your head towards her in mortification as you plead with your eyes for her to shut up.
You shot her a subtle glare, silently warning her to behave. "Ignore her," you muttered to him apologetically, "She is delusional and has no filter.”
Just when you thought the awkwardness had peaked, he leaned in slightly and added, "Can I have that too?”
His head tilted just enough to make your breath hitch. Your mind short-circuited for a solid three seconds as you stared at him, trying to process his words.
"You... you want what exactly?", You asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sudden racing of your heart.
He chuckled at your flustered reaction, his playful smile widening. "Your number," He admitted boldly, "Along with the lemonade and cheesecake, of course.”
He was really asking for your number?
"My number?", You repeated dumbly, still holding the notepad close like a shield. The way he looked at you, the way he casually asked for your number. It felt too much. He had no right to be this effortlessly attractive while you were actively malfunctioning.
He chuckled at your silence, his amusement only growing at your flustered reaction. "Your number," He reiterated slowly, enunciating the word as if you somehow missed the initial request.
He snatched your notepad with ease, scribbling down his number before you could even open your mouth to speak. You tried to hide your flustered expression, but it was a lost cause.
He looked down at the page, where you had written "Puppy" next to his order, and crossed it out as he gave you a small grin that screamed, “I saw that,” before replacing it with his name, “Sanghyeon.”
He handed the notebook back to you, his smile softening into something more shy as his eyes met yours.
"Here you go," He said quietly, pushing it toward your hands. "You can have my number instead. I am Chung Sanghyeon, and I really like you.”
“It is really nice to meet you, Sanghyeon,” You finally let out a coherent response as you tried to pull yourself together.
Your sister chose that very moment to stroll up with his order, complete with a puppy-shaped cookie on the side.
"I'll take that as you will be practically living at this café from now on?", She teased as Sanghyeon chuckled shyly at her words.
“If it means I get to see her again, then of course,” He replied smoothly as he picked up the cookie.
恋慕 ⠀⠀𓋰⠀⠀ when did taki become hot? and when did you start noticing?
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You hear the buzz even before you enter the party. The room is filled with whispers, all about the new student and you shake your head lightly as you walk up to your friends.
“Who is this new student and how hot is he?” you ask and your friend laughs loudly as she places a hand on your shoulder.
“Good evening to you too,” she smiles, tilting her head and you scoff as you grab a drink from the counter.
“It will be a great evening when I see the hot guy everyone is so interested in,” you reply and she shrugs. One of your friends from the back tells his name- Takayama Riki- and your eyebrows scrunch a little at the familiarity of the name.
“Apparently, he is at the party and also friends with Harua and Ni-ki,” she adds on and you look at her, making her roll her eyes. She makes a ‘no’ motion with her head, making the others laugh.
“How long will you even avoid Harua-“ your friend starts and suddenly pauses before she continues, “-and he is walking towards you right now, and oh my god it must be the new guy beside him.”
You hear her breath hitch and your head springs up embarrassingly fast before your eyes fall on the famous and anonymous Takayama Riki.
“Oh, hi,” Taki speaks up as soon as he is in front of you and you almost choke on your drink. It is impossible and he cannot be the same person who was once neighbours with you.
“Taki?” Your voice comes out higher-pitched than intended and he smiles, that same sweet smile he had when you saw him years back, and nods excitedly.
You ignore your friends’ pointed glares as you struggle to form a coherent sentence, but he replies, saving you, or rather ruining your sanity, “Long time no see, how are you?”
You want to reply to him, you really want to, but all your mind can ask him is when he got hot? You still manage to reply, “I am good, and you are too, as I can see.” Taki’s brows furrow just a little but before he can question, you hurriedly introduce your friends. The usual happens after that, one of them leaves after a while and Harua pointedly follows her and the other one follows them.
Ni-ki gets dragged back to the dance floor and Taki almost does too but he excuses himself as he looks at you. You could have easily excused yourself, but you stayed anyway, convincing yourself that you were being polite.
You look at him once and wonder how time did him this much justice. You could look him up and down all day, and that still wouldn’t do much for your sanity. You absolutely cannot imagine the cute, little Taki growing up to look like that. There were so many reasons you kept quiet when you were fourteen, mostly because you thought he wasn’t like the guys your friends had. You gaslit yourself into thinking he was not attractive at all.
Denial, pure gut-wrenching denial. Even fourteen-year-old you knew if he smiled at you, you would have melted.
Now here he is, making you do triple takes at his glow-up. You want to almost say congratulations on his new improvements because he is the type of guy who can lift your car with a hand and look good doing it.
“Do I look that good that you can’t stop staring?” you jolt into reality as your eyes focus on Taki’s smug smile, making you scoff. You quietly sip your drink, refusing to look him in the eye.
“Keep dreaming, Takayama,” you murmur, although the smile on your face betrays you and doesn’t go unnoticed by him.
“About you? I would happily dream every day,” he smiles cheekily and it takes everything in you not pull him by the collar and press your lips to his. All because of a damn smile.
“Were you always this flirty or did you finally learn?” you shoot back, and he laughs, throwing his head back, and you shamelessly check out his collarbones and quickly look away when he calms down.
“Well, the studying isn’t going to waste, is it? Especially now that I am in the same place as you again,” he tilts his head, leaning down a little and fixing something near your shoulder. The touch is subtle and sudden, leaving as soon as it arrives and your breath shallows for a moment before you can control it.
And suddenly it dawns on you- it isn’t a glow-up problem, it is a feelings problem. You finally accepted it.
“Try something more and we might know for sure,” you whisper and look at him, locking your eyes with him as he leans in very lightly, enough for you to feel his breath fan your face lightly.
“Guess we have to test the theory sometimes,” a smirk etches his face as he presses a quick kiss on your cheekbones. He leaves almost as quick as he kisses you, as you stand there stunned and frozen in your place.
This is definitely the beginning of something! Something you two took too long to understand.
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You hear the buzz even before you enter the party. The room is filled with whispers, all about the new student and you shake your head lightly as you walk up to your friends.
“Who is this new student and how hot is he?” you ask and your friend laughs loudly as she places a hand on your shoulder.
“Good evening to you too,” she smiles, tilting her head and you scoff as you grab a drink from the counter.
“It will be a great evening when I see the hot guy everyone is so interested in,” you reply and she shrugs. One of your friends from the back tells his name- Takayama Riki- and your eyebrows scrunch a little at the familiarity of the name.
“Apparently, he is at the party and also friends with Harua and Ni-ki,” she adds on and you look at her, making her roll her eyes. She makes a ‘no’ motion with her head, making the others laugh.
“How long will you even avoid Harua-“ your friend starts and suddenly pauses before she continues, “-and he is walking towards you right now, and oh my god it must be the new guy beside him.”
You hear her breath hitch and your head springs up embarrassingly fast before your eyes fall on the famous and anonymous Takayama Riki.
“Oh, hi,” Taki speaks up as soon as he is in front of you and you almost choke on your drink. It is impossible and he cannot be the same person who was once neighbours with you.
“Taki?” Your voice comes out higher-pitched than intended and he smiles, that same sweet smile he had when you saw him years back, and nods excitedly.
You ignore your friends’ pointed glares as you struggle to form a coherent sentence, but he replies, saving you, or rather ruining your sanity, “Long time no see, how are you?”
You want to reply to him, you really want to, but all your mind can ask him is when he got hot? You still manage to reply, “I am good, and you are too, as I can see.” Taki’s brows furrow just a little but before he can question, you hurriedly introduce your friends. The usual happens after that, one of them leaves after a while and Harua pointedly follows her and the other one follows them.
Ni-ki gets dragged back to the dance floor and Taki almost does too but he excuses himself as he looks at you. You could have easily excused yourself, but you stayed anyway, convincing yourself that you were being polite.
You look at him once and wonder how time did him this much justice. You could look him up and down all day, and that still wouldn’t do much for your sanity. You absolutely cannot imagine the cute, little Taki growing up to look like that. There were so many reasons you kept quiet when you were fourteen, mostly because you thought he wasn’t like the guys your friends had. You gaslit yourself into thinking he was not attractive at all.
Denial, pure gut-wrenching denial. Even fourteen-year-old you knew if he smiled at you, you would have melted.
Now here he is, making you do triple takes at his glow-up. You want to almost say congratulations on his new improvements because he is the type of guy who can lift your car with a hand and look good doing it.
“Do I look that good that you can’t stop staring?” you jolt into reality as your eyes focus on Taki’s smug smile, making you scoff. You quietly sip your drink, refusing to look him in the eye.
“Keep dreaming, Takayama,” you murmur, although the smile on your face betrays you and doesn’t go unnoticed by him.
“About you? I would happily dream every day,” he smiles cheekily and it takes everything in you not pull him by the collar and press your lips to his. All because of a damn smile.
“Were you always this flirty or did you finally learn?” you shoot back, and he laughs, throwing his head back, and you shamelessly check out his collarbones and quickly look away when he calms down.
“Well, the studying isn’t going to waste, is it? Especially now that I am in the same place as you again,” he tilts his head, leaning down a little and fixing something near your shoulder. The touch is subtle and sudden, leaving as soon as it arrives and your breath shallows for a moment before you can control it.
And suddenly it dawns on you- it isn’t a glow-up problem, it is a feelings problem. You finally accepted it.
“Try something more and we might know for sure,” you whisper and look at him, locking your eyes with him as he leans in very lightly, enough for you to feel his breath fan your face lightly.
“Guess we have to test the theory sometimes,” a smirk etches his face as he presses a quick kiss on your cheekbones. He leaves almost as quick as he kisses you, as you stand there stunned and frozen in your place.
This is definitely the beginning of something! Something you two took too long to understand.
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You love your boyfriend a lot! He is adorable, has a wonderful personality, a great voice and his smile just adds to it. But sometimes, he talks way too much. Like right now. He has just come back from a company dinner and is going on and on about it when you just want him to shut up. In a good way.
You pay attention to everything he says every time, but today is not one of those times. You are heavily distracted by him and the blur of his deep voice is just forming a pleasant backdrop in your fantasy. You shamelessly check him out, eyes lining along his glasses, nose, lips, moving along his jaw and collarbone, down to the collar of the shirt, which had a few buttons undone.
And the black thin tie hanging loosely around his neck. That damn tie! Oh, the amount of self-control you have for not ripping it off him then and there. Your eyes trace the veins of his forearm that disappear into the rolled-up sleeves at his elbow. It should be illegal to look this good in a white button-down shirt.
You look back at him while he remains blissfully unaware of the whole situation you are going through, just because of how good he looks. He yaps on and on about something Matthew did, not pay attention to your light-headedness and impatient breath and it just makes you bold enough to do the next thing.
Your fingers wrap around his tie and before you can second-guess yourself, you are pulling him by his collar and attaching your lips to his. Taerae doesn’t even flinch as he naturally morphs into the kiss, lips moving over yours slowly. He traces his fingers over your arm of the hand still holding on to his tie and gently places his over yours.
The kiss is slow and sensual and maybe it is the warmth of his hand on yours, or the light taste of smoke and wine intoxicating your senses, or the smirk you can feel against your lips that makes a zoo of butterflies erupt in your stomach.
As you two part, reality seeps back in and an amused smile takes over his face as he watches your hand drop from his tie in an abrupt manner and then goes back up again in a futile attempt to un-crumple it.
He raises an eyebrow, saying, “That is an effective way to shut me up,” his melodic, low-tone voice sending a shiver down your spine as it echoes lightly in the quiet room. He chuckles as you refuse to look up, feeling shy. It is all his fault, actually, curse him for looking so good!
He places a finger under your chin, hot breath fanning your face as he slowly tilts it up and meets your hazy eyes. He chuckles darkly, “Why are you shy now, when you started it?” A sultry look encompasses his eyes, making you gulp down your dry throat.
“And you should always finish what you start, isn’t it, sweetheart?” his rhetorical question, paired with his voice that has visibly dropped an octave, does nothing but intensify the heat pooling between your legs as a slow and pathetic whimper rises up your throat.
“Or do you want someone to finish it for you?” At this sentence, he takes off his thin glasses, and you release the gasp you have been holding as his words hit directly to your core. He traces his fingers dangerously low on your waist, a smirk overtaking his lips and he continues, “Speak up, love.”
His cologne infiltrates your senses, forming a pleasant haze as his grip tightens around your stomach and he presses his fingers down, earning another light whimper from you. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t notice your ministrations as he was talking; he did, he was just waiting for you to break down.
But you didn’t need to know that!
After what feels like an eternity, his lips are over yours, again, in a rushed manner as your back hits the couch. He moves atop you, his hand manoeuvring your jaw, holding it roughly as he deepens the kiss. It is hot and rushed and you feel devoid of your surroundings as you chase his lips in a feverish manner that are still attached to yours. Your eyes roll in pleasure as his fingers trace patterns on your waist, going lower by every passing second.
He kisses you like you are his only source of water in a scorching desert, his desire pooling over his senses as he bites and nibbles on your lower lip, forming the perfect amount of pressure and pleasure to get lost in. He parts for a while, scanning your hot and bothered face as his bangs fall lightly to the side and his tongue comes out to wet his own.
Breathless, senses filled with him and nerves going overboard- that is how he likes you in moments like these.
Your breath feels short and you stare at him with hooded eyes, mind clouded and senses clogged and an open mouth and he takes his chance, diving in again. His tongue runs over your lower lips; your fingers rake his hair as you moan breathily and it allows him access inside as he battles with your tongue for dominance.
It really is no issue, since you are putty in his hands and your fight dies as his fingers press against your neck with a light amount of pressure. You are suddenly thankful you are pushed against the couch because it is certainly giving you an ounce of support while Taerae abuses your mouth like a starved man.
When he parts again, he takes in your sight, flushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes and red lips and it feels the best sight of the world to him. Your eyes focus on him, somewhat, taking in his tousled hair, loose shirt and equally red lips and the scene makes you breathless, but probably not as much as his next words do. “Let’s see how long you can go without talking now!”
ARCHV ⠀ ✦ ⠀ stanning zb1 was probably the best decision i have made and while i want to actively ignore everything rn i cannot just let it be and here is an honour to my bias. this was written way earlier and slipped to the back of my drafts but it is posted and i hope zeroses are happy to read
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Dating Fuma had always been easy for you and falling in love with him was even easier. You could never pinpoint some specific time where you fell head over heels for him. You knew you fell in love when he bought over your favourite snacks or when he talked very excitedly about some Pokémon cards he pulled or when you woke up and you would find him already awake but still holding you in his arms.
You could forever list the things that made you fall in love with him and today was no exception.
You frown a little when you feel the empty bed beside you and wake up in confusion. A small amount of light seeps through the curtains as you roll over and check the time- nine in the morning. Of course, Fuma is up and about and you can hear the sound of utensils in the kitchen.
You swing your legs down and groggily walk over to the kitchen. Fuma’s back is turned, hunched over the stove, trying to make something you are too sleepy to recognise.
You slowly walk up to him and sneak your hands around his waist, pressing your cheeks to his back and say, “Come back to bed.” Fuma laughs at the little whine and leans a little back into your touch.
“I am making breakfast, though,” he replies softly, letting the moment hang as if one slightly loud word would ruin it. A chuckle leaves his lips when he feels you groan louder, as his fingers interlock with yours around his waist and he adds, “Fine, but let me finish.”
Your legs almost give up when he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles and you feel how ridiculously faster your heart starts beating. This is exactly what you want, what you once dreamt of and what you never once thought would become a reality. You breathe evens out and you realise this is how you wish to spend every day of your life- from waking up with him till going to sleep with him.
You would love to have a little version of you and him run around a house, a small basketball hoop in the front and a driveway with a little garden at the side. You would call this a fever dream on any other day but all these days with him are giving you a little hope- maybe it is what you want, if it's with Fuma.
Little did you know, he felt the same.
He had wished against the stars for this, thought he had it right once or twice but you caught him off guard on the best day of his life as he now felt it was. He loved how you being there made his wishes come true.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, sweetheart,” his voice calls out to you when he feels your weight loosening and you jerk lightly, grinning and press a small kiss to his back.
“I love you,” you tell him, voice muffled against his t-shirt and he laughs again, his body vibrating lightly against yours as he tells you the same sentence that has always been true.
“I love you more.”
ARCHV ⠀ ✦ ⠀ god sksmdnem he is so husband material omg and i love him & his nerdy little interests like yes yap pretty boy
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You love your boyfriend a lot! He is adorable, has a wonderful personality, a great voice and his smile just adds to it. But sometimes, he talks way too much. Like right now. He has just come back from a company dinner and is going on and on about it when you just want him to shut up. In a good way.
You pay attention to everything he says every time, but today is not one of those times. You are heavily distracted by him and the blur of his deep voice is just forming a pleasant backdrop in your fantasy. You shamelessly check him out, eyes lining along his glasses, nose, lips, moving along his jaw and collarbone, down to the collar of the shirt, which had a few buttons undone.
And the black thin tie hanging loosely around his neck. That damn tie! Oh, the amount of self-control you have for not ripping it off him then and there. Your eyes trace the veins of his forearm that disappear into the rolled-up sleeves at his elbow. It should be illegal to look this good in a white button-down shirt.
You look back at him while he remains blissfully unaware of the whole situation you are going through, just because of how good he looks. He yaps on and on about something Matthew did, not pay attention to your light-headedness and impatient breath and it just makes you bold enough to do the next thing.
Your fingers wrap around his tie and before you can second-guess yourself, you are pulling him by his collar and attaching your lips to his. Taerae doesn’t even flinch as he naturally morphs into the kiss, lips moving over yours slowly. He traces his fingers over your arm of the hand still holding on to his tie and gently places his over yours.
The kiss is slow and sensual and maybe it is the warmth of his hand on yours, or the light taste of smoke and wine intoxicating your senses, or the smirk you can feel against your lips that makes a zoo of butterflies erupt in your stomach.
As you two part, reality seeps back in and an amused smile takes over his face as he watches your hand drop from his tie in an abrupt manner and then goes back up again in a futile attempt to un-crumple it.
He raises an eyebrow, saying, “That is an effective way to shut me up,” his melodic, low-tone voice sending a shiver down your spine as it echoes lightly in the quiet room. He chuckles as you refuse to look up, feeling shy. It is all his fault, actually, curse him for looking so good!
He places a finger under your chin, hot breath fanning your face as he slowly tilts it up and meets your hazy eyes. He chuckles darkly, “Why are you shy now, when you started it?” A sultry look encompasses his eyes, making you gulp down your dry throat.
“And you should always finish what you start, isn’t it, sweetheart?” his rhetorical question, paired with his voice that has visibly dropped an octave, does nothing but intensify the heat pooling between your legs as a slow and pathetic whimper rises up your throat.
“Or do you want someone to finish it for you?” At this sentence, he takes off his thin glasses, and you release the gasp you have been holding as his words hit directly to your core. He traces his fingers dangerously low on your waist, a smirk overtaking his lips and he continues, “Speak up, love.”
His cologne infiltrates your senses, forming a pleasant haze as his grip tightens around your stomach and he presses his fingers down, earning another light whimper from you. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t notice your ministrations as he was talking; he did, he was just waiting for you to break down.
But you didn’t need to know that!
After what feels like an eternity, his lips are over yours, again, in a rushed manner as your back hits the couch. He moves atop you, his hand manoeuvring your jaw, holding it roughly as he deepens the kiss. It is hot and rushed and you feel devoid of your surroundings as you chase his lips in a feverish manner that are still attached to yours. Your eyes roll in pleasure as his fingers trace patterns on your waist, going lower by every passing second.
He kisses you like you are his only source of water in a scorching desert, his desire pooling over his senses as he bites and nibbles on your lower lip, forming the perfect amount of pressure and pleasure to get lost in. He parts for a while, scanning your hot and bothered face as his bangs fall lightly to the side and his tongue comes out to wet his own.
Breathless, senses filled with him and nerves going overboard- that is how he likes you in moments like these.
Your breath feels short and you stare at him with hooded eyes, mind clouded and senses clogged and an open mouth and he takes his chance, diving in again. His tongue runs over your lower lips; your fingers rake his hair as you moan breathily and it allows him access inside as he battles with your tongue for dominance.
It really is no issue, since you are putty in his hands and your fight dies as his fingers press against your neck with a light amount of pressure. You are suddenly thankful you are pushed against the couch because it is certainly giving you an ounce of support while Taerae abuses your mouth like a starved man.
When he parts again, he takes in your sight, flushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes and red lips and it feels the best sight of the world to him. Your eyes focus on him, somewhat, taking in his tousled hair, loose shirt and equally red lips and the scene makes you breathless, but probably not as much as his next words do. “Let’s see how long you can go without talking now!”
ARCHV ⠀ ✦ ⠀ stanning zb1 was probably the best decision i have made and while i want to actively ignore everything rn i cannot just let it be and here is an honour to my bias. this was written way earlier and slipped to the back of my drafts but it is posted and i hope zeroses are happy to read
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"And the black thin tie hanging loosely around his neck. That damn tie! Oh, the amount of self-control you have for not ripping it off him then and there."
"Your eyes trace the veins of his forearm that disappear into the rolled-up sleeves at his elbow. It should be illegal to look this good in a white button-down shirt."
Moving to Seoul was hard but when the job called for it you weren’t one to turn down. You knew you would have difficulties settling down, and even in work but it all became easier because of one person- Myung Jaehyun.
He clapped the loudest when you were introduced as the new member of Boynextdoor’s producing team, offered to show you around the building, and even showed you the studio controls and uses. The friendship grew surely but strongly because Jaehyun wasn’t capable of following steps and once he got accustomed to your sweet smiles and polite nods he started to include you in everything.
They are having a party at the dorms? You’re invited.
They are going out for a walk? You’re invited.
Woonhak has found some new restaurant and is dragging his members along with him? Jaehyun drags you too.
And you were definitely thankful for it because moving became easier due to him, and even if you became homesick, you could always rely on Jaehyun to make you feel better, even if it is in the dead of the night.
Which is definitely not the case today when Jaehyun has some sudden inspiration and he has kept you locked in the studio to make you listen to it. Forcefully!
Normally you would love to spend it with him but you have some work tomorrow which needs to be done so you speak up, “Jae, it is two in the morning, let’s just go back.”
“But this is such a great idea,” he replies, eyes shining and for a moment you almost give to those eyes but you catch yourself slipping at the right moment and give him a look.
“You have nothing but that stupid date tomorrow,” he scoffs and you sit up, surprise flickering through your face at his tone. “What?” he murmurs when he can feel you staring at his back.
“Nothing, you just seem a little wound up about the date?” you shrug, placing the sentence carefully in the air. You are not serious, at all, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t notice the change in behaviour he has whenever you bring up the date.
“I don’t know why you agreed on a second date with that guy,” he scoffs again and you open your mouth and close it knowing you do not have an answer for that. You yourself don’t know why you agreed after the disaster the first date was.
“He isn’t bad,” you try to reason voice faltering at your own words. You are well aware you are lying but anything to escape Jaehyun who is now staring at you bewildered.
“Isn’t bad? He didn’t ask you what you wanted to eat, forced you to eat what he wanted, asked you why you have a weird body shape and then covered it up by saying the sentence- you are still healthy,” Jaehyun lightly screams, as his hands flail around for effect. He walks towards you in the couch, puts one hand on your shoulder and one on the couch handle and says, “Pray tell me why you agreed to go on a second date with him.”
You look up and you want to hate yourself for the slight moment you falter before you reply, “Why do you care?” Your voice is small, as you look up at Jaehyun hovering over you, glasses perched lightly on the bridge of his nose, hair messy because he ran his hands through it too much.
You physically stop yourself from reaching up and tidying his hair.
Jaehyun’s voice comes low, unguarded as he replies, “I care because you deserve better.” He makes no attempt at moving from his current position as you breathe slows down while you try to not stare at his lips.
Jaehyun is just a friend, a friend who helped you move, who made a new city familiar, who welcomed you to his life just so you won’t be alone and a friend who has made your standards so high that it is impossible to go on dates.
Maybe that is why you agreed on a second date- just to move on. Because you are sure he doesn’t feel the same way.
Still you decide to put it playfully and reply, “Would you like to make me a list on who is better in your opinion?” A small laughter forcefully leaves your throat, attempting to lighten the mood but it doesn’t resolve the tension the slightest.
Jaehyun groans, running his fingers through his hair for the nth time before he decides he can’t hold it in anymore. It kills him to see you decide on a dress for a date, and it hurts even more when he hears from you how shitty it was.
Before he can think he replies, “If I make a list, my name will be on top.” As soon as the sentence passes his lips, both of your eyes widen as you stare at each other. Your heart is beating loudly and you hope he can’t hear it in the quiet of the room. A small noise leaves your mouth, somewhere between a gasp and a yelp and Jaehyun is quick as he tries to get up from the position immediately, wishing he could delete the last few moments.
Or better yet, he wants to just dig a hole underneath and crawl inside.
“No wait,” you reply, surprised at the loudness of your voice as your fingers wrap around his wrist and for a moment neither of you speak as you stare and then you continue, “I think I like the first candidate on your list too.”
Jaehyun’s brain fully lags as the sentence leaves your lips as he struggles to form words, only vowels leaving his throat and it makes you giggle. After a few seconds he tries to contain his smile as he says, “Well, I guess, you are still going on a date after all.”
“I am aren’t I?” you smile looking at him as he bends down slowly making you close your eyes in anticipation. They open abruptly when you feel his lips on your cheeks, as he pulls back and smiles menacingly.
“Well I am seeing you tomorrow then,” he says, way too casually and your look at him in shock mouthing a small ‘what’.
“What?” he asks, pretending to be the most innocent person ever and continues, “Oh you thought I would kiss you on the lips? But isn’t that more of a third date tradition?” He tilts his head, clearly enjoying your flushed state a little bit too much.
“Shut up and kiss me, Myung,” you whisper, in a not so threatening voice, but who is he to turn down that offer as he gladly presses his lips to yours for a kiss that has been long due.
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