Hello!!!..I want to tell you that I really like how you write Llyod Frontera!!..Can I make a request for Llyod Frontera x reader?..Reader told Lloyd that she can hug the world so Llyod told her to prove it so reader hug him with a cheerful smile..
I'm sorry to bother you..It's okay if you don't want to
Wow Anonym, Your suggestion is gave rise to an unusual idea that I would never have thought of before, probably because it was my free day too. so thanks.
That's the sarcastic term used by nobles to discuss Lloyd and his partner, using a term that sounds polite but is actually quite presumptuous, making it seem like they’re not insulting either of them.
Why, you ask? Because here's the problem. Lloyd managed to pull off a (Somehow) clever trick to win over a stunning woman like Name, whose his appearance could easily be mistaken as a servant. When he misbehaved, he could even come off as devilish, leaving all the nobles and the queen herself in shock to this fact.
Y/N, with a captivating beauty that turns heads and draws both admiration and envy from women, standing next to Lloyd is a sight that baffles them.
There are no reports of an arranged marriage or any business dealings behind their relationship. Heck, even his parent's loudly said that they fell in love by themselves at a party where Lloyd's parents were invited because the nobles wanted to interrogate Y/n and Lloyd's relationship
However, the nobles refused to accept their love as the genuine one and began to spread rumors that strayed further from the truth.
The gossip ranges from claims that Lloyd enchanted Y/N, luring her in with promises of wealth and power, to suggestions that Y/N was unable to resist Lloyd's intimidating presence. In these tales, Lloyd is always portrayed as the villain, while Y/N is depicted as the helpless, weak, and greedy one.
so the pinnacle of this tale, they used the quote 'princess and the beast' to describe the two of them.
They truly are a remarkable couple, a rare gem that one would be hard-pressed to find anywhere else in the world. They stand alone in their uniqueness.
Lloyd, who prefers to avoid mingling with nobles unless it’s for business, enjoys spending his time relaxing or working on projects. This means Y/n has to take on the responsibility of interacting with the nobility and fostering good relationships.
The Frontera family, having ascended from powerless nobles to true nobility, certainly faced resistance from the established high-ranking nobles who had held their positions for a long time.
Thanks to Lloyd's revelations about the misdeeds of the nobility, these powerful figures were not keen on allowing the Frontera family to gain any more influence and instead sought to complicate their rise.
Lloyd's parents aren't particularly skilled in the realm of politics; instead, they are simply a genuine couple who excel as loving parents. They don't possess the ability to navigate political situations with a forced smile or maintain an air of sophistication when faced with unspoken judgments from the elite.
But Y/n is different; she hails from a family that values profit and excels in both business and social interactions. From a young age, she was groomed to be the heir, especially after her younger brother was born. Those lessons have shaped her into the strategic mastermind behind the Frontera family.
"Hey, Lloyd. The nobles are saying you coerced me into this marriage. What’s your take on that?" Y/n asked as she walked in to find Lloyd and Javier deep in conversation.
"Y/n, you really need to stop getting caught up in the ridiculous gossip from the nobles. I told you to ignore it!" Lloyd replied immediately, clearly frustrated by the increasingly absurd rumors, startling both of them until Javier quietly moved closer to join the conversation.
"Madam, the rumors are merely a reflection of their envy towards you two. They’re jealous of Mr. Lloyd for being with someone as stunning as you, while they can’t even come close," Javier said, his words genuine yet tinged with a hint of sarcasm aimed at Lloyd, who took offense at the implication that he was unattractive, especially coming from someone as handsome as Javier.
"Javier!!"
"Are you upset by what I said, young master?" Javier feigned innocence as he looked at Lloyd, who was biting his lip, struggling to contain his frustration and the urge to cry.
Lloyd realized that any reaction from him would only amuse Javier, who was undeniably more attractive and would only inflate his ego further. Even if he has to death, Lloyd didn’t want to be the reason for Javier’s growing narcissism.
Those of us who witnessed Lloyd's struggle and couldn’t respond to Javier’s taunts attempted to steer the conversation in a different direction.
"They also claimed I’d be better off with someone else?"
My comment interrupted their discussion, creating a brief silence before both men turned to me, their faces reflecting a shared irritation.
"They have the audacity to say that? As Frontera knights, this is absolutely unacceptable!" Javier's mind raced with thoughts of how he would confront anyone who dared to utter such words, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of his sword.
"Y/n, do you mention this to make me scared?"
"I brought this up to gauge your reactions. You two are as tight-knit as always." The voice of Name chuckled to herself, amused by their responses.
Lloyd and Javier exchanged resigned glances, silently communicating about Y/n's knack for pulling pranks on them.
'Here we go again, Javier.'
'It's because she's a woman, young master. They're incredibly unpredictable.'
"Are you worried that you're not enough for me, Lloyd?"
"Nope!" Lloyd replied in a tone that suggested he was indifferent but his gaze averted, jaw clenched, and hands shoved deep in his pockets, gripping tightly as if to ward off a looming fear tells different story.
"You know I could embrace the whole world right now, right?" Y/n said like telling the new fact that nobody will know what the answer, feeling increasingly frustrated with Lloyd's unwillingness to be honest with himself.
Still avoiding eye contact, Lloyd responded flatly, "Go ahead and try!"
In an instant, Y/n wrapped their arms around Lloyd's waist, burying their face in his chest. The familiar scent of Lloyd caught him off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless as he stared at Y/n in surprise.
With a bright smile, Y/n looked up into Lloyd's eyes, saying, "You are my world, Lloyd. So there's no need to worry about me cheating. Even if others are more handsome, I will always choose you."
As an imaginary mark appeared on Lloyd's forehead, he gently cupped Y/n's cheek and began kissing their face in many part of her before finally land lips in response to those heartfelt words.
"Please find your own rooms, young master and madam," Javier interjected, looking at them with a mix of disgust and reluctance to be part of their moment.
Hello, are you busy right now?? I want to request oneshot when Deon jealous x reader
I won't force you, you can do this in your free time. Thank you~😊
Thx for the consideration. I write this in my unexpected free time.
Hope you like this
Deon kept reminding himself that he wasn't jealous, even as he felt a surge of anger at the sight of someone getting too close to Y/N, she talks to him too friendly even lean to him to explaining what was written with her finger tracing the paper to the person. That person seemed completely unaware of the storm brewing inside him because they still busy talk face to face.
He was in a state of turmoil, with no intention of holding back the fierce protectiveness he felt for Y/N. To him, she was his and his alone.
He never imagined that jealousy could creep into his heart, especially when he had someone he cherished and wanted to keep safe by his side.
Jealousy had never been part of his life; it was a feeling he thought he would never experience. It was a luxury he had never known.
From the start, he had battled feelings of despair due to a troubled past. He harbored resentment towards those who had thrust him into a conflict he never wished to join.
Even before the war, he struggled with self-doubt, feeling inadequate because of his frail body and the striking difference in his appearance—white hair and red eyes—compared to his family's dark hair and green eyes.
This mix of inferiority and bitterness made Deon a potentially volatile individual, especially when it came to love and the jealousy that could arise from it.
A newfound awareness of his instincts hit him like a jolt, causing him to flinch at the unsettling sensation that prickled the back of his neck. His body temperature plummeted, and a chill swept over him, making him shiver with fear.
Like a frightened animal trapped in the presence of a hunter, he finally caught sight of Deon. There was no smile on Deon's face; his lips were pressed tightly together, and his eyes glimmered with a menacing light, his brows furrowed as if he were contemplating how to inflict pain before delivering a final blow.
In that moment, the realization struck him hard: he was in deep trouble. Deon's reputation loomed large, feared in both the human realm and the demon realm.
He swallowed hard, his mouth trembling as he mustered the courage to excuse himself from Y/N and make a hasty retreat, leaving them alone together.
"You frightened him, Deon; he was just inquiring about work," Y/N said, shooting a disapproving look at Deon, her hands firmly on her hips. She was well aware of his tactics, recognizing the subtle threats behind his jealousy.
Deon asserted, "He's the one in the wrong here, so why am I the one being blamed? He's just too familiar." He spoke firmly, though he couldn't bring himself to meet Y/N's intense gaze.
"Really? You say that when everyone knows about our relationship? Only a fool would think they could handle you," Y/N replied, playfully fluttering her eyelids, signaling her teasing mood.
Deon, realizing the implication, looked at Y/N and said, "But you need to deal with me first, Y/N. I won’t get jealous if you don’t act all friendly with him." He stepped closer, causing Y/N to instinctively back away, unsure of his intentions. His voice dropped to a low growl, adding an intimidating edge.
"Hey, you're blaming me! I'm innocent, Deon!" Y/N retorted, attempting to escape his grasp.
However, Deon had already cornered her. Their faces were mere inches apart, forcing Y/N to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. His other hand gripped her waist firmly, leaving her unable to turn away.
"Y/N, don’t try to make me jealous. You really won’t like the outcome," Deon warned before he kissed her passionately, both of them losing themselves in the moment.
The bottom line: Avoid making Deon jealous; the world isn’t prepared for that. He’s the kind of guy who would go to great lengths for Y/N, his morals long since twisted. After all, she’s the reason he still fights to stay alive in this world. (Please to keep stay in fiction story, Deon)
The End
Sorry for the hiatus, Writer's block and lazy and desire to only read is so strong...
Vi sua postagem de que você está aceitando pedidos e quero dizer que adoro suas histórias de Sung Suho x leitor... e Lloyd Frontera x leitor
Could you write a story about Reader!Br x Reader? Like Reader has a hyperactive personality, but at certain times she has random sleep spikes
Sorry if my request was repetitive and rude, if you don't want to do it I understand
Hey @momut, Thanks for the request and always seeing my works.
Since you didn't mention specific character pairings, I'll choose for myself.
I went with a hyperactive and narcoleptic reader paired with Lloyd. Hope you enjoy it!
I don't like it when Name dozing off.
It’s not that I think she shouldn’t sleep; honestly, she looks adorable and peaceful when she’s out. I could watch her sleeping face for ages, even if she’s drooling a bit—it's just a sign she’s getting some solid rest.
Sometimes, I wonder if I just want her to stay in that deep sleep forever.
Because when she wakes up, it’s a whole different story. She’s all smiles and laughter, bouncing around with so much energy that it makes me worry. I can’t help but feel like I need to keep an eye on her, even if it means doing it for the rest of my life.
What really gets to me is when she starts to doze off without realizing where she is. It can be in some pretty sketchy spots, and that’s when it gets dangerous.
There was this one time we were walking near a ravine, and she was so excited to see the view that she just zonked out right there, her body leaning toward the edge.
In that moment, my heart dropped, and all the old fears about my parents came rushing back. I swear I saw her tipping over in slow motion, and I was terrified I’d have to relive that nightmare if Javier hadn’t swooped in to save her.
The breath I didn’t even know I was holding finally escaped after a moment when Javier caught Rin and shot me a worried glance.
I can’t quite figure out what I see in Javier’s eyes when he looks that concerned, but my mind is solely on Rin.
When I look at her, she’s got that innocent, carefree expression as she drifts off to sleep like she always does, but this time it feels different.
Name had warned me about her unusual condition from the very beginning, even before we fell for each other. She mentioned how everyone in the village would always take her home if they found her lying around.
But since she joined me on this adventure, it was the first time she was truly in danger. When she wakes up, all she can feel is guilt for ruining the cheerful vibe between me and Javier.
And we don't blame her. AT ALL.
I called in a doctor to check on Nama after that whole situation.
I really want Name to get better from these sudden sleep episodes. Because she's the one who need it the most.
I’m not a doctor in Korea who can diagnose and treat this illness on my own. I’m just an architecture student who stumbled into this world and feels totally powerless to help her.
When the doctor checked, Name just smiles sadly at me. as if he knew my anxiety.
But sadly, the doctor told me that these sleeping issues can’t be fixed and that we just have to learn to live with them. It really scares me for her, the thought that one day she might fall asleep and never wake up again.
"Lloyd." That voice pulled me out of my chaotic thoughts. I met her gaze, which was filled with concern.
Her eyes were worried about me, even though I should be the one feeling anxious about her. She took my hand, wrapping it in her warmth. I hadn’t realized how cold my hands had gotten until I felt her heat.
"I'm sorry for always making you worry, Lloyd," she said casually, exhaling softly onto my hand as if to warm it up.
You don’t need to apologize, Name. This isn’t your fault; you can’t help how your body feels or how sleepy you get.
"No need to say sorry, Name. You always feel bad when you see me concerned about you." I gently changed the position of our hands so that I was now holding her hand.
She often appears downcast whenever she realizes that her reckless actions made me concern for her. Her fidgeting, trying to speak but only opening and closing her mouth like a fish, and not being as lively as she usually is, clearly shows that she feels the most guilty.
Doesn’t she understand that my worry comes from love? I want to be by her side always and can’t stand the thought of anything happening to her. Why doesn’t she seem to appreciate that?
"Honestly, seeing you worry about me makes me feel guilty. Your job is tough, and the villagers rely on you like you’re their hero. Am I just a trouble that holding you back?" She looked at me, tears welling up in her eyes. I had no idea how long those tears had been waiting to fall. Her voice was shaky, the remnants of her last words hanging in the air.
Why is she start to cry? Does she see things that way? Is it my fault that the love I show her isn’t clear? Does she think I’m a burden in her eyes?
Honestly in my opinion, I’ve never considered her as a burden. I’ve always been happy and content with her, I just naturally concerned if something seemed off (like when she’s falling asleep). I hate seeing her sad; all I want is for her to be smiling and joyful. That’s just how I feel because I love her, and I never thought I was holding her back.
I really don’t want to lose her so quickly. Like my parents.
"You know, Name, I get it—you can't help feeling sleepy sometimes, and I totally understand that you're unique in your own way." I said that ss I gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, I noticed her cheeks were flushed.
"Please don’t say I’m a little odd…" Her expression shifted, and I could see her eyes welling up, clearly uncomfortable with being different from others.
"But Rin, listen," I said, locking my eyes with hers to make my next words resonate.
"I’ve thought about what it means to love you. I’ve weighed both your strengths and your challenges before we embarked on this romantic journey."
"Lloyd, that’s not very romantic!" she pouted, her cheeks puffing out adorably.
I chose to overlook her complaint and pressed on. "Even if someone asked me right now, I would gladly embrace all your quirks as long as I get to be by your side, supporting and caring for you—that’s my way of loving you. Those little things don’t make you a burden to me."
"What if I doze off at the wrong moment again?"
"Javier will be there to save the day," I replied with a grin, proud of our dependable friend who always comes through.
Name looked at me with playful eyes, as if she was about to tease me. "You really see Javier as my babysitter, don’t you?"
"Well, he’s my personal knight, so he naturally becomes yours too."
At that, Rin burst into laughter, and I couldn’t help but join in. But after our shared moment of joy, I added, "Just promise me you won’t wander off to places where you might fall asleep unexpectedly!"
"When would I ever go somewhere like that without you, Lloyd?" she said with a cheeky grin, already knowing my response.
That perfectly captures the captain's current state of mind.
My fellow Lofty troops and I, who have stood by the captain for quite some time, are well aware of his feelings for that woman.
She was once the captain's superior when he first entered the battlefield, and now she has risen to the rank of commander, surpassing him.
How do we know about the captain's feelings? Typically, his thoughts are quite unpredictable even for us the Lofty troops that had long sworn allegiance to him, right?
However, we can clearly see the change in his expression. The captain often appears stressed and in a foul mood because of war, but his face lights up when he talks to the commander. He becomes animated when discussing military matters and war strategies with her.
The captain thought no one knew about his feelings even when they could be seen very clearly.
At times, he seems to drift off into his own thoughts, trying to suppress a smile, but it’s no use; a smile breaks through whenever he thinks no one is watching.
These observations reveal the signs of the captain's unreciprocated affection, which seem to be growing stronger. We can’t help but feel sympathy for him, as his love remains unreturned.
In the past, the captain was in a state of confusion, attempting to avoid her, but now he has become bolder and wishes to approach her. Yet, he still holds back enough not to reveal his true feelings.
"Commander, do you have a moment to chat?"
As she spoke, the captain's familiar routine began again—attempting to assert himself but lacking the conviction to make it effective.
"What’s on your mind, Deon?" replied the woman, her expression perpetually stern and devoid of warmth.
"I have some confidential news from the kingdom." The captain revealed a letter adorned with the royal seal.
"Alright, step into my tent!"
It appeared that the captain was once more trying to initiate a private conversation with the commander.
His reasoning was plausible; indeed, a letter had arrived from the kingdom, and someone needed to share its contents with the commander.
However, it was unusual for a captain to be the one delivering such news. It seemed more like he was seeking an opportunity to get closer to her.
Otherwise, he would often resort to talking to himself like a lunatic when he lacked a legitimate reason to approach the commander.
Those of us observing his antics couldn't help but gossip, feeling a bit exasperated and hoping to play matchmaker if there was any spark between them.
"You just witnessed what happened, right? I mentioned that the Captain lacks experience when it comes to women, which is why he handles things in such a clumsy way. How can he even share his feelings with his clumsy attitude?" Someone voiced their frustration after seeing the Captain earlier, so frustrated.
We're currently taking a break after the recent conflict, and the sight of the Captain and Commander has sparked quite a bit of chatter among us.
"How could he possibly know how to approach girls when he was thrown into war before he even reached adolescence?"
Those words hit hard, bringing the discussion to a halt because they ring true.
"Isn't it usually women who enjoy gossip and romantic tales more than us older guys? Why are we the ones who seem to understand the situation better?"
"True, the Commander hasn't given any feedback yet. If he’s not interested in the Captain, he could just turn him down right away." That statement stirred up quite a debate.
"Hey, do you really think you can handle the fallout if the Captain gets heartbroken and something happens to him!?"
"Do you honestly believe the Captain is so fragile that he would crumble from rejection? He’s not that weak!"
"Let’s not speak ill of our leader behind his back. It’s unbecoming and not the behavior of a true knight!" I attempted to step in as the debate grew more intense and started to veer into unacceptable territory.
"Dame Lianne should be the one concerned. Aren't you frustrated by the captain's blatant behavior? You're a woman!"
"But right now, we’re facing war. Wouldn't sharing your feelings just create tension between them and hinder their ability to collaborate?"
"That mindset is too simplistic. Do you really think we have the luxury of time? We're at war, and one misstep could cost us our lives. We need to act in a way that we won't regret! The captain will surely regret it if he doesn't take action before it's too late!"
Cheers of agreement filled the air, signaling that those with logical minds could finally cease their debates, as they understood this situation was settled.
However, the celebration was short-lived when someone interjected, "But the captain is quite timid, especially given his current demeanor. If he faces rejection, he might become even more unhinged than usual, and we could end up being his victims without a second thought."
Just hearing that argument sent chills down everyone’s spine, as it painted a vivid and terrifying picture.
Before any rejection could occur, the captain had already instilled fear in his own troops with the way Deon executed his kills. Imagining Deon's escalating madness felt like stepping into a nightmarish realm.
Let's not get carried away with our thoughts. Right now, we have a captain who feels hopeless about sharing his feelings. If we don’t step in to help him, who knows how long he’ll continue to struggle in his interactions with the commander!
"Dame Lianne, you’re our only chance to find out how the commander feels about the captain!"
"Why should I get involved in a plan I don’t support?" I nearly shouted at my own fellow soldiers, losing my composure to fight the urge to beat whoever have the idea.
"You’re the only noblewoman among us. If you won’t do it, then who will? You’re the deputy captain!"
I wanted to push back against their request, but the eager looks from her teammates made her feel trapped, as if they were questioning her loyalty to Deon.
Feeling cornered and recalling her vow to act as long as it didn’t conflict with imperial orders, i finally relented and agreed.
"So what do you want to talk about, Dame Lianne?" The commander's sharp gaze probed every suspicious reaction of my body. I myself can't blame her because even though we are both nobles, I have never spoken to him alone due to differences in military status.
After I said yes earlier, I was literally pushed to meet the commander without further preparation, without me being able to prepare the conversation material first.
They don't know the burden of a woman who has to carry out a mission like this without warning first.
If the commander becomes suspicious of my motives, she might even think that it was the captain who ordered me to investigate her feelings or the worse she thinks that I'm a spy from the kingdom.
So I have to be careful like walking on a tightrope and not fall into suspicion.
"Did you know that the captain was hurt, Commander?"
The commander's puzzled expression was evident. Her usual calmness faltered for a moment before she regained her composure.
"Deon didn’t mention that during our conversation." she said that, trying to keep her voice steady, but her concern and sadness were hard to miss.
"True, but the captain is incredibly resilient and can withstand a lot of injuries. He feels the need to remain strong, especially since he’s seen as a hero. I’m sure he wouldn’t want you to worry about him."
"Thank you for the update, Dame Lianne. I’ll check on him later."
Hearing that eased my mind, and I excused myself before the Lofty troops could bombard me with their impatient questions.
"Please, stop overwhelming me. The Commander looked anxious when I mentioned that the Master was hurt."
The puzzled expressions on the Lofty troops' faces only added to my frustration. They had urged me to investigate, yet now they seemed just as confused.
"You all told me to inquire without raising suspicion. If you don’t ask directly, then of course we’ll have to discuss something else."
The Lofty troops exchanged glances, searching for the right words, until one finally spoke up, "That’s not the issue, Dame Lianne. The captain isn’t injured. If you say he is, do we need to create an injury for him to avoid being caught in a lie?"
Ultimately, our expressions turned somber as we realized the gravity of the situation we had unintentionally caused. It seems we are in for a serious consequence for being caught in a web of lies and spreading misinformation.
We will not be sentenced to death, for sure. But there is a punishment worse than death, namely being severely beaten without being able to fight back.
The following day arrived, and a group of us gathered in silence, an uncomfortable and somber atmosphere surrounding us.
We kept our heads down, knowing our deceptions would soon be revealed, and the severe consequences looming over us dampened our spirits for the day ahead.
Yet, some had come to terms with the situation and attempted to lighten the mood with jokes and laughter about the fabrications I had spun.
"Hey, Dame Lianne! Your idea was actually pretty clever; if we had gone through with it, we would have faced immediate punishment!" one of the guys gave me a thumbs-up, signaling that I was on the right track.
"And you mentioned that the commander is worried, which means he must have some feelings for the captain."
"Even if we end up getting punished, if it helps their relationship, that’s a win, right, buddy?"
The once-muted cheers, stifled by fear, now filled the air, and I was taken aback by the shift in the men’s demeanor.
Ahem.
The sound of a cough made us all straighten up, our bodies rigid with attention.
Then we noticed the commander and captain together, holding hands.
Our eyes widened in surprise; their faces were flushed, perhaps they had overheard our earlier conversation.
"Dame Lianne, yesterday you intentionally…"
"Captain, Commander, are you two officially a couple now?"Lofty's troops immediately hugged Deon, disregarding the commander's inquiry directed at me.
They embraced Deon, causing him to reluctantly let go of the commander’s hand.
"At least, the captain has revealed his feelings!"
"This once small and delicate child has blossomed into an adult who is now in a relationship!"
"The captain was unaware of how thrilled we were to see him coming our way."
"Indeed, the captain isn't quite ready to approach women. Let me share how I used to approach my wife..."
The loud chatter of the crowd drowned out Deon's protests and his discomfort with his own troops' behavior.
"Dame Lianne…"
Facing the commander alone, I quickly offered my apologies.
"I'm sorry for deceiving you, commander. I'm ready to accept any punishment." I dropped my knees as a form of proof that I was guilty.
"That's alright, I'm not upset with you. You didn't do any harm. In fact, I'm quite relieved because of you."
"Relieved because of me?"
"I lack the courage to show Deon more attention. But I believe I need a little encouragement to express my feelings for him."
"Then may I ask what happened next after I left?" Commander looked away, trying not to answer my question even if i practically eyeing her as a hawk. I understand her concern that she is afraid that I will spread unpleasant gossip but i still the a knight who has loyalty.
"You can trust me with your secrets, commander. Besides, we are the only two female knights here, so I can certainly relate to your situation."
Her cheeks flushed as she leaned in closer and whispered with quiet voice. "He insisted that he wasn't injured, so I had to remove his clothing with force. That’s when he confessed he felt embarrassed because the person he liked saw his body that full with scars. I quickly reassured him, saying that I liked him too."
It appears that last night’s events were quite daring, and there seems to be an unspoken incident that followed.
However, neither the commander nor I delved deeper into that topic, as we were preoccupied with separating Deon from his troops, who
were starting to overwhelm him. Whatever unfolds next is beyond our concern; the loyal troops of both parties deserve happiness, even amidst the chaos of war.
Let me write my story first before i do the request!
Our first meeting took place in the dungeon, where he had ventured illegally. His rank was too low for such a place, and he lacked a higher-ranked companion.
I was there to hunt monsters and collect their cores. When I spotted him amidst a heap of monster corpses, I felt a mix of alertness and fear. The sheer number of defeated creatures was overwhelming.
Even though the monsters he had taken down were of a lower level, they were known for their incredible speed and tendency to attack in groups, making them quite challenging to defeat.
He seemed to sense my presence without me needing to announce myself. I figured that hunters develop a sixth sense in dungeons, where danger can lurk around any corner.
If they fail to hone that instinct, survival becomes nearly impossible. "Who are you? Are you here to steal my spoils?" I questioned him, my sword aimed at him, my heart racing with anxiety.
Should I engage him? His presence felt threatening. What if he was stronger than me? Would I stand a chance in a fight? Could we not just pass each other peacefully? I regretted my boldness, fearing that if I provoked him, he might retaliate. I still wanted to live...
I was surprised to find that, contrary to my expectations of him being easily provoked due to his strength, he simply waved his hand, signaling that he had no intention of attacking me.
I narrowed my eyes, scanning for any hidden weapons or suspicious movements, ready for a potential strike if I let my guard down.
Despite my vigilance, I eventually decided to sheathe my sword.
My palms were sweaty, so I wiped them before finally asking him,
"Who are you? I thought I was the only one allowed in here today?"
If he was trespassing in this dungeon, I would need to report him to the guild once I left. The rest was not my concern; I didn’t want to get involved in minor issues.
"I'm Suho. I couldn't enter here with permission because my rank is too low, but I needed to get stronger, so I snuck in," he replied with a smile. Even though his mask obscured his mouth, I could see the warmth in his eyes.
The mask was stylish and covered part of his face, but even with it on, Suho had a strikingly handsome appearance, and the mask only seemed to enhance his features.
After a moment of taking in his figure, I cleared my throat to gather my thoughts.
"Rankings are meant to protect people by categorizing them, ensuring they don’t enter dungeons beyond their capabilities. If you’re truly strong, why not just retest?" I asked, puzzled.
In this world, rankings are established from birth, but I believe that with continuous training, one can surpass their initial limitations. He looked strong enough to intimidate me, so it didn’t make sense that his rank was so low.
Why doesn’t he just retest if he’s confident he can take on stronger monsters? The world and the government would surely welcome more powerful individuals teaming up to eliminate the monsters emerging from the dungeon.
Yet, he never responded to my question. He just opened his mouth like a fish, making no sound, until he finally closed it and gave a wry smile.
"I have my own reasons…"
When he said that, I could sense a hint of sadness in his voice. It seemed that this man named Suho was carrying a burden of unexpressed sorrow.
Hearing his tone and seeing his expression stirred my sympathy, but I could only look away and say, "Whatever your reasons are, Suho, I have to report you to the government for entering a dungeon that’s beyond your rank, as it’s my duty as a level A hunter."
"Are you a level A hunter?" Instead of showing fear about my report, he focused on something I hadn’t anticipated.
I rubbed my forehead in frustration. Could I just hit him once to get him to act as I expected?
"Are you asking that to insult or compliment me?" My eyes stared intently at him. My hand was ready to punch the man who dared to be rude to me.
I have had many experiences where people ridicule me that my characteristics are not suitable to be a level A hunter. Of course in the end I beat up the person who said that but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt to hear even though I'm more patient now.
"Of course, I’m complimenting you, Senior." He said that with amuse voice, looks genuine in my ear.
I found it amusing when he called me senior and was about to argue back when we both sensed an enemy approaching us.
We both got ourselves ready and switched to high alert. I drew my sword, scanning the surroundings carefully.
The silence around me felt unnaturally heavy, as if an unseen enemy was lurking, poised to strike at any moment. It was that unsettling quiet that often precedes a storm, a clear warning of impending danger.
To be honest, moments like this always make me anxious, even though I should be accustomed to them by now. With someone like Suho around, I can't quite gauge his true strength.
I've witnessed him standing over a heap of bodies, but that doesn't necessarily prove he can take on monsters.
Do I need to look out for him too, just in case he can't fend for himself while sneaking into the dungeon?
When the lurking monster finally lunged at us, both Suho and I responded swiftly to its attack.
Together, we managed to take down the foe, and I realized that Suho is quite capable after all.
He has the ability to summon shadow beasts that obey his commands. These shadow creatures resemble weak monsters that novice hunters typically defeat.
Does this imply that Suho was the one who hunted them before they became his summoned beasts?
I noticed that Suho didn’t solely depend on his summoned creatures. He also engaged in combat himself, whether wielding a sword or using his fists.
What a versatile fighting style, though not overly specialized. Perhaps he simply fights based on his instincts.
After we finished off the monsters, I was impressed by Suho's promising skills. He has the potential to grow stronger, but if I reported him now, he would end up in prison.
"Suho!"
He turned to face me. I gave his hand a pat since I couldn't reach his shoulder.
"I won’t report you because you might end up being stronger than me. Just remember to repay me later!" I called out to him as I walked away. I didn’t catch his reaction because I was feeling a bit lazy.
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I ran into Suho again as I stepped into the dungeon, where hunters emerged, visibly shaken. They confessed that a horrifying monster had been tormenting them before someone came to their rescue.
I had been dispatched to the dungeon as backup. While I may not be an S-level hunter, I was the only one left who had the strength to call for help.
S-level hunters were preoccupied with tracking down rare monsters, and their numbers were limited. Regardless, an A-level hunter should be capable enough to save the day.
I hurried into the dungeon, following the witnesses' descriptions of the fearsome creature, only to find Suho cornered and battling the monster.
Just as the monster was about to strike him, I sprang into action without a second thought.
Both the monster and Suho turned their attention to me as I launched my attack.
The creature leaped back, while Suho glanced at me, surprised.
"Are you okay?" I asked, quickly assessing Suho's condition. He had no visible bleeding wounds, just some bruises, which meant he was alright.
"If you're fine, get out of here right now. I’ll take care of this," I instructed him before I charged at the monster.
However, despite my insistence on it being a monster, this creature could actually speak. It seemed more like a boss monster than an ordinary foe.
"You think you can defeat me? Don't kid yourself, weak human!" it shouted just before I struck.
But when i fighting it, Suho suddenly interrupted and he already transformed into a completely different person without my knowing and urging me to retreat.
I was taken aback by Suho's new appearance. Was he really going to tap into his other abilities to the extent of changing forms?
It felt like something out of a comic book…
Realizing that i should give the chance to the someone who needs enemies to gain experience, I chose to step back and observe their fight.
Wow, their clash was intense, building up to a moment where Suho finally emerged victorious. Out of nowhere, a shadow monster appeared and devoured the defeated creature.
I widened my eyes in surprise before cautiously approaching them.
"He's coming, Young Master," the shadow monster said, eyeing me with a defensive stance.
"Wait, your shadow monster can talk?" I asked, pointing at Suho's companion who look like a catfish and look intimidate me.
"His name is Beru, and he's an old friend of mine," Suho replied, gently petting Beru while I stood there in stunned silence.
"Why did Beru eat that monster? Was it tasty?" I asked him because i know it can speak.
"Beru needs to consume monsters to regain his strength and survive in this world," Suho explained, standing protectively by Beru's side.
Seeing seeing Suho so defensive about Beru made me finally give up on interacting with Beru.
"Then what brings you here? As a porter?" I looking at him curiously, is he a good boy now.
"Yes, a friend recommended me to become porter. But we actually encountered that monster along the way," he said, gesturing toward the defeated creature.
"Looks like now you obey the rules, Suho. Keep that way!"
"Why you're here, Senior?"
"I'm here to back up someone who rescued a hunter from a wicked monster. Who would have guessed that the hero in this story is actually you, Suho?" I couldn't help but chuckle, and Suho just blushed and turned his gaze away.
"Quit teasing me, senior," he said shyly, covering his mouth where his mask didn't cover. That’s when I noticed he wasn’t wearing his usual mask.
"Then stop calling me senior. I'm not that much older than you, Suho."
Honestly, I’m not old enough to be called a senior. Young spirits are still very vibrant.
"So, what should I call you then?"
"Name."
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Honestly, it was a really intense moment, and I know it sounds a bit cliché. It reminded me of those dramas I usually steer clear of because they feel so predictable.
That’s essentially the crux of the drama.
At that time, the guild had chosen me to lead a team of hunters into the dungeon to search for valuable items to sell. Even if we stumbled upon treasure, I wouldn’t receive any commission for it.
At least the guild paired me with a capable representative, which made our journey relatively smooth.
That is, until we encountered a boss monster. It was furious and seemed intent on wiping us out.
This boss was tougher than the one Suho faced previously and, unfortunately, even stronger than I was.
Despite our attempts to surround it, the creature toyed with us as if we were mere playthings.
In that moment, I made the decision to evacuate my team, urging them to flee while I faced the monster alone.
"Run fast, I’ll hold it off," I commanded, trying to withstand the creature's onslaught.
"But chief, you’re only a level A hunter. We need a level S hunter," one of my team members protested.
"We don’t have the time to call for a level S hunter now. Someone has to stay back to contain it, and I’m the only one who can buy us even a moment. Go now!" Those were my final words that prompted my team to leave me behind with the beast.
"You’re the only one who wishes to meet your end at my hands." After a long silence, the boss monster finally spoke.
He allowed the others to leave me, clearly skilled at instilling despair in his opponents. I let out a harsh laugh, devoid of any real humor in this dire situation.
Inside, I felt an overwhelming emptiness. The ache in my heart was both hollow and painful.
I didn’t truly want to die—not today, especially when I stood to gain so much. But if I allowed too many to fall, the grieving families would curse me for my failure as a leader, even after I was gone is unbearable.
"Even if it means my end, will you join me?"
"If you're skilled, I will be by your side."
That was the last exchange we had before I swung my sword at him.
The battle, though brief, felt like an eternity as my injuries multiplied.
From minor scratches to a deep stab wound, I felt as if something was piercing through me.
I collapsed to the ground, the wound in my stomach numbed by adrenaline, yet I didn’t want to feel any pain.
I was still alive, but the weight of despair was crushing me.
Was this how I would meet my end, in such an uncomfortable manner?
If I had to go, I wished for a moment of happiness first…
As I began to mourn my fate, I found myself wishing to escape the impending attack that would soon claim my life. I bit my lip and closed my eyes tightly as a sign of surrender.
I never experienced the sharp pain or the loud noise that preceded the eerie silence, which finally prompted me to open my eyes out of sheer curiosity about what was unfolding.
With a heavy heart, I must admit that the sight of his back shielding me from the attack felt incredibly reassuring, tightening my breath and making my heart race.
Is this the perfect moment to say that love blossoms when you feel safe?
At that instant, he turned to face me. The concern in his eyes reminded me that I was still hurt and in need of care.
Suddenly, the wound in my stomach, which I had been trying to ignore, flared up again, and I yelled, "Suho, if you want to help me, take down that monster quickly before I pass out!"
After that, I could only be described as having fainted, as the pain became unbearable.
A stab wound to the stomach is not something one can endure for long while awake.
When I came to, I found Suho sitting beside me. Unlike typical scenes, he wasn’t asleep—perhaps it was still daylight.
"Are you awake, Name?"
"If I weren't, what would you do, Suho?"
"Name, I need to talk to you about something…"
Oh, Suho must be ready to confess his feelings now. I know my thoughts are running wild, but someone who has just fallen in love tends to be a bit impulsive.
"That monster is actually part of the itarim."
Instead of revealing his feelings, Suho took a trip down memory lane.
But maybe I’m getting too caught up in this by constantly facing Suho’s adversary.
At least let me enjoy falling in love in peace!
(P.S. He actually feels the same way, but that’s a story for another time…)
Name : What will you be doing at the Halloween festival?
Lloyd : Is there a Halloween festival happening here?
Javier : Mr. Lloyd likely forgot about it since he was usually inebriated during that time. (Javier made up reasonable excuses to cover for Lloyd's forgetfulness.)
Lloyd : What do Halloween costumes typically look like?
Name : They often feature spooky legendary figures like ghosts or monsters. However, the villagers usually donned their old costumes, making it easy to recognize everyone. Even Lloyd's parents participated in the festivities every year.
Lloyd : And what about Javier?
Javier : I'm always with you Mr. Lloyd, even when you causes a ruckus while drunk.
Lloyd : Well, I’ll be attending the Halloween festival for the first time in ages. (He said that with high enthusiasm)
In the end, Lloyd ended up as a goblin with his face smeared in ashes, while Javier donned elegant attire that sent shivers down the spines of all the women.
Lloyd Frontera is a man who carefully considers the potential gains from every challenge he encounters, even if the issue originates with him. He not only resolves these problems but often creates new ones in the process.
To those who meet him for the first time, he can seem quite unpredictable, especially if they don’t see him often. However, beneath a facade that might suggest a devilish nature when it comes to scheming.
Lloyd possesses a caring side that is known only to his closest friends and family. And here's the list for his way of loving (Not a spoiler because i didn't seeing the novel)
I like to think that Lloyd love language is giving a present for us.
He dreams of being a wealthy slacker, someone with plenty of money to splurge on lavish gifts for us. He believes that anything less than extravagant just won't do. (In Korea, he feels limited in his ability to buy nice things, so he channels that frustration in another world.)
He's not really the kind of person who openly expresses his love for us. Sometimes, he even embellishes the truth a bit.
He tends to claim that we love him the most, while Lloyd acts all high and mighty, pretending to love us just because it's expected of him. He's not 100% telling the truth.
When it comes to expressing genuine feelings, he often struggles to find the right words and ends up rambling something opposites from what he want to say. He’s not used to being completely vulnerable, and his past experiences have made him wary of that. He was afraid of losing someone he loved again, like his parents
As time passes, Lloyd's love for us continues to grow stronger. He will become bolder in sharing his feelings and will openly acknowledge that he loves us the most. Plus, he'll plan delightful surprises to bring us joy. like make some future home in advance (Poor Javier who has to work hard to keep up with Lloyd's crazy ideas.)
But i think he's also little bit quality time and physical touch person. But he only doing that when he's not having any work to do and not being distracted.
When the construction begin, he will so busy and choose to shut himself away and make us worry about him.
As Lloyd's partner, we must at least be patient enough to accompany him in silence and remind him periodically that he needs rest and food too…
Lloyd might be feeling frustrated with our suggestions, a bit angry and annoyed. However, he wouldn’t trade our concern for a breakup; he understands that we care about him too.
Since his parents passed away, there’s no one to remind him to take breaks while working on his architectural projects. This often leaves him feeling lonely after he finishes his work, missing the moments when his mother would encourage him to take a break for a warm meal, or when his father would urge him to get some rest instead of staying up too late.
Despite his irritation, experiencing the attention he has missed for so long brings him a sense of happiness deep down, even if he would never openly express it to us. We have to be the one to find it through his behavior.
Lloyd has a knack for spotting his opponent's weaknesses and using them to his advantage, but sadly, that keen perception doesn't extend to his partner.
Having never had a partner before, Lloyd lacks the sensitivity and experience that comes with such a relationship. Understanding his partner's feelings is much more challenging for him than it is with others.
Whether his partner is feeling angry, annoyed, or disappointed, Lloyd struggles to provide what they need.
When he finds himself puzzled by his partner's actions, he often turns to Javier for advice. However, since Javier is just as clueless as him, the biggest possibility is they both end up being more confused than before.
He likes to tease us too (no one can escape that) but he wouldn't like it if someone else did it to us, it's his privilage.
Jealous? Despite he being a scammer, when he's jealous it will show in his face for like 5 seconds before he could control himself and managed to drive away the person who made him jealous by sarcastically condescending with his annoyed face.
Please don't make a situation when javier have to choose either lloyd or us in the danger. Whatever choice he choose he and lloyd will regret that.
If Javier chooses us, Lloyd will feel depressed and deem it unimportant to let him die and Javier will feel guilty in his heart for ignoring the person he swore to protect with his life.
But if Javier saves Lloyd, Lloyd will be sad because Javier thinks we are not important and Javier will feel guilty because he couldn't save the person his master loves.
For PDA, I think he will either be so bold to do it or he being considerate, i will lean on the second.
The first choice is in line with his usual nature, but since when someone in love can be in his usual nature? so the second. Even if he's from korea where the guys aren't really the romantic type, especially when it comes to women.
However, Lloyd stands out by treating us with genuine care and affection. He goes out of his way to help us with things that are tough to manage, takes care of us when we're feeling under the weather, and when we're upset, he keeps his feelings in check to avoid causing us any more pain.
Lloyd can't stand the thought of making someone he loves feel sad. He finds it hard to cope with others' sadness because his own life has its challenges.
He also understands that he has a stronger emotional foundation, and he recognizes that his partner may be more vulnerable, so he chooses to remain calm and gentle, no matter how frustrated he might feel.
But you could say that when it comes to sexual matters, Lloyd is quite naughty, this time his face is the same as his heart. I'm sure that we will be tricked into having a sexual scene that can satisfy him. (bless whoever being not so lucky) ref from one headcanon someone made about lloyd.
His design ring for his lover is probably the most simple within all his gift. because in the past he was not rich at all, so at least the thing that could get him the approval of his deceased parents was a simple ring like his parents' rings, which, even though it looked plain, was the most beautiful piece of jewelry that Lloyd knew.
His wedding is the biggest to show off while making everyone happy with a big party and exciting food and entertainment. Frontera family would make it a huge scene.
Hello, I really like your fanfic about Suho😊🤩😘. I imagine Suho accidentally catching Reader, who is free falling in the air. They don't remember anything about their past. Suho will have to learn how to take care of someone who doesn't even have an ID and there is no missing person news or missing case. The police are also stumped by Reader's case.
Hello, anonym, I tried my very best to fulfill your request. Hope you enjoyed it.
Fallen Angel?!
Aargh--
There was a faint sound that seemed to come from nowhere.
It was the kind of sound that was easy to overlook, too indistinct to pinpoint, so most people simply ignored it because they think it's just an illusion
But Suho caught it—the echo of a scream that felt distant and unstable But he can't pinpoint where did that sound come from the sound echoed faintly in his ears.
Beru, who was with him, also noticed it, his senses heightened at the thought of an impending confrontation.
Suho scanned his surroundings, finding nothing unusual, until he finally glanced up at the sky. That’s when he saw her—a woman plummeting from above, with no tall buildings around to indicate where she might have fallen from.
There was no time to being surprised and ponder how she ended up there; if Suho didn’t act fast, she would hit the ground hard, with no way to soften her fall.
Suho didn't hesitate for a moment as he dashed to save the woman, who was plummeting faster due to the pull of gravity. In his panic, he completely forgot about the Monarch's authority and his own abilities.
With a loud thud, Suho managed to catch her, his body jolting from the sudden weight and force of the fall. Thankfully, he held on tight, letting out a sigh of relief as he realized he hadn’t let her slip away.
If my reflexes hadn’t been quick, I wouldn’t have been able to catch her at all.
Gently, Suho placed the woman on the ground. She was unconscious now, despite having screamed just moments before. Perhaps the shock of her near-death experience had taken its toll.
I was left with a burning curiosity about what had happened to her without nobody I can asked. I can I can rub my hair in annoyance, don't know what to do with this sudden incident.
I analyze the girl appearance further. The beautiful woman had long hair and wore a simple shirt and pants, showing no visible injuries. At first glance, she appeared perfectly normal, but Suho sensed something was off.
He realized that something wasn’t right. With no tall buildings around, there were only two explanations: she had either flown through the sky or had been dropped from above.
"Young master, I believe that she part of itarim, an ordinary human being cannot possibly fall from the sky without knowing where she fell from." Beru wisely tried to persuade Suho that the woman was dangerous and should be killed immediately before causing trouble to his young master.
Suho pondered the possibility that what Beru was said might actually be true.
Beru had a point; ordinary humans typically wouldn’t encounter bizarre occurrences like this, even in a world where dungeons could appear unpredictably.
For an average person lacking special abilities, the worst fate would be to get pulled into a dungeon and perish without a chance to escape. However, falling from the sky certainly indicated that this woman was mixed up in something questionable.
He realized why Beru suggest to kill this woman; there was a desire to protect him from any potential danger, as his responsibility was to accompany and safeguard him on his father's orders, who was far away fighting.
Yet, Suho couldn’t bring himself to do what Beru say, His human sense does not allow that, harm an innocent person who had fainted from shock simply because he suspected she might be connected to Itarim is unacceptable.
He was resolved to grow stronger so he could reunite with his parents, but he also didn’t want to resort to senseless violence against those who were uninvolved.
"No Beru, I won't kill her just because your suspicions. We have to bring her to the hospital to check her condition. Even though he doesn't have any wounds, it's possible the wounds are internal."
He picked her up again in princess style and ignored Beru's protests until he circled around Suho.
Even if she was really part of the itarim, he should at least save this woman's life for interrogation.
It seemed to validate Beru's concerns. The woman's identity remained unverified.
She lacked any personal identification in Korea's advanced system, and there were no missing person reports that matched her description from the internet.
This left Suho feeling overwhelmed; he even reached out to his uncle Yoo Jinho for assistance in allowing the woman to receive treatment without needing to establish her identity.
The risk was significant if it became known that the woman had no identity here. Suho and her could face arrest and deportation without any warning. Indeed, if someone have a connection with powerful people, it can make things easier for the shady things too.
Now, all Suho and Beru could do was wait for the woman to wake up to answer their questions whether she like it or not.
The doctor said that she's fine, but he have to analyze more deeply once she wakes up to see any illness that only appear once she awakes.
Suho was restless, tapping his feet in a display of impatience, while Beru shot disapproving glances at the woman. He was uneasy about leaving potential threats unaddressed, but the young master had made his choice, and all he could do was comply.
As time passed, Suho's anxiety grew when the woman remained unresponsive, despite the doctor assuring them she was fine.
Could he really leave her alone in the hospital? Should he head home and just hope she wouldn’t wake up before he returned?
Perhaps fate was on his side, nudging her back from the depths of unconsciousness.
Both Suho and Beru noticed the woman stirring when her finger twitched, prompting them to ring for the doctor.
The doctor arrived promptly, conducting a thorough examination that included checking her eyes, asking questions, and performing responsiveness tests—leaving Suho and Beru puzzled by the process.
After completing the tests, the doctor approached Suho with a concerned look. "Mr. Suho, we believe the woman you brought in may be suffering from amnesia. She seems unable to recall any events from her life." Suho felt a jolt of shock at the doctor's revelation.
Amnesia?! A mysterious condition that could conveniently obscure someone's past identity. He never imagined he would find himself in such a predicament.
The doctor departed after advising Suho not to pressure the woman into remembering anything and to allow her to remain calm. Suho merely nodded, his attention fixed on the woman, who appeared lost in thought, nobody knows what in her mind.
"Do you even know your name atleast?" Suho's voice emerged slowly, momentarily shattering the silence. The woman, who had been lost in thought, finally turned her gaze toward him for the first time.
Her eyes, filled with confusion, reflected her struggle to process the question Suho had just posed, though she remained silent.
Impatiently, Suho drummed his fingers, eager for a response, but ultimately, she shook her head, signaling her lack of knowledge.
Watching her confused expression and the way she shook her head left Suho feeling uneasy and drained. He took a deep breath, knowing that the challenges ahead would be tough.
Yet, he couldn't bring himself to leave this woman, whose identity remained a mystery. The chance that she could be an adversary loomed large. It was up to Suho to keep a watchful eye on her.
"Do you want me to pick a temporary name for you, or would you like to choose one yourself until you can recall something from your past?"
He didn't want to call her this woman all the time, at least if this woman remembered her name, it would make his life a little easier.
Instead of answering, the woman just stared at me, looking puzzled as if she thought I was joking. "Don't you recognize me? Aren't you the one who brought me here?"
"I only brought you here because I found you unconscious. I don’t know you at all."
"Then why not choose a name for me? I'm not sure if the name I come up with will suit me."
"You may have lost your memory, but you still remember that you might not pick a good name?"
"It's just a gut feeling…" The woman turned her gaze away, embarrassed by her struggle to think of a suitable name for herself.
Suho pondered over a fitting name for her. She was a woman with an unknown age and identity, and he didn’t know her well enough to determine if she was part of itarim or not.
However, as an art student, Suho understood that a name plays a significant role in shaping a person's identity, so he took the time to think of a beautiful and appropriate name for her.
"...Name, do you like that name?"
She looks surprised with that name. Her eyes widened and her breath caught, as if I had struck a chord. I noticed the person flinch, scratching at the smooth skin marred by a wound. A nervous sound escaped her lips, leaving me uncertain if I had truly guessed her name.
"I like it. Name, huh?" Those were her first words since waking, her voice raspy from sleep. Perhaps that was why she had been silent at first. I offered her some water and reassured her that I would look after her.
"Suho, help me!" A cry that has echoed in my mind countless times since I chose to care for someone who lost her memory.
Whenever I see her in distress, she ends up shattering something I just cleaned. Perhaps she meant to lend a hand, but it always results in an accident.
This same person, whom I decided to look after, has indeed brought chaos into my life, just as I had anticipated.
I can't tell if she was always this way before her memory loss, but it seems she is quite careless. I have no idea what her life was like before we crossed paths.
When I first welcomed her into my home, her actions turned my home upside down, testing my patience to the limit. It's hard to believe that someone so beautiful struggles to take care of herself.
Honestly, I've grown accustomed to tidying up my own space because the harsh teaching from my parents, unlike my friends, who can be just as messy as she is, but of course less careless as her antics. So when i see her mess, i became more sensitive to it.
I could only tell her to leave the rest to me, and she ran away quickly avoiding my babbling which I was already tired of doing. It's faster if I do it without talking.
I've actually reached the stage where I doubt that she's part of Itarim because she's so careless and she doesn't show any suspicious signs. Maybe she only the ordinary people who was caught in a certain situation that caused her to fall from the sky.
I want to believe from my bottom heart that she's not the worst, that I should fight with. I only hoping that Name is a good person so that we can have good relationship and maybe become closer…
Because even when I mad at her antics to destroy my home, she still accompany me like now, she think she hide herself but i can still see her, peeping with guilty face. I don't feel lonely in this wide home again when my parents being missing and leaving me alone.
Even Beru can't understand this lonely. Because he'll left me once my father call him, to nowhere I don't know.
"Name, do you want to go outside?"
Nama's expression, which had been filled with guilt, instantly transformed into one of joy. Her eyes widened in surprise as he realized I was speaking to him.
"Can I go outside?" she asked, moving closer to me, his excitement palpable after being cooped up for so long since his hospital release.
I nodded; Nama wasn’t a prisoner who needed to be confined all the time. She just had to be cautious about not being discovered without an identity in this world.
"Come with me. I'll take you for a stroll," I said, and his face lit up with a smile.
"That sounds perfect! You have to take me somewhere nice, Suho," she exclaimed joyfully before heading to his room to change into the clothes I had ordered for her online.
Soon, we made our way to the mall and eventually strolled through a park that wasn’t too crowded. Seeing several small children playing together and adults also walking around like us created an indescribably peaceful scene.
I’m really eager to paint this scene, but sadly, I forgot to bring my supplies.
"This is for you," the name rings a bell. I glanced at Nama, puzzled, until I noticed what she was offering.
A drawing book and a pencil. Where did she bring those?
"Suho wanted to draw it, right? Your hands always seem to move when you want to create something. Plus, you’re always painting, so I thought you might need this," she explained to me and i take it.
"But you didn’t bring any paint?" My question made Nama hesitate as she rummaged through her bag, which I assumed held my drawing book earlier.
With a hint of sadness, she looked at me and asked, "Do you need some? You usually just use a pencil, don’t you?"
Seeing her worried expression made me laugh; she really thought I was in trouble. "Just kidding! A pencil is all I need." I waved my pencil dramatically before focusing on capturing the scene.
My pencil danced across the page, creating a sketch until I finally completed it.
"Is it not done yet?" Nama asked, eyeing the unfinished sketch.
"I’ve just made a rough draft; I’ll polish it up at home. If I finish it here, I might not get it done tonight…"
As we walked home, I still had my doubts about Nama’s true identity. I want to believe that her name isn’t tied to Itarim and that I can genuinely like her, but that’s depends in the future that will happen.
He won't be easy to falling in love with (atleast him not us) Poor boy...
His past isn't the most favorable, which has shaped his heart and left it scarred, making him somewhat indifferent to love. I believe he has two potential paths to finding love: either with childhood friends, who give him a reason to keep going in this world, or with someone who can completely captivate him.
He won't quickly realize that he's falling for us. He’s oblivious to the unfolding tragedy in his life, lacking anyone to confide in, leading to a slow burn of emotions. Even when he starts to recognize his feelings, he’ll struggle with hesitation and denial, causing him to feel frustrated and moody.
He’ll likely have negative thoughts about himself and try to distance himself from us, but fate often has other plans, making it hard for him to truly escape. Even with destiny nudging him, he might still hold back from expressing his feelings. He’s the type who guards his vulnerabilities fiercely, viewing a confession as a potential weakness that others could exploit.
If he does find the courage to share his feelings, it might only happen during a perilous moment or when he’s under the influence. Otherwise, he’s too self-aware to openly admit his emotions.
We're being surprised with his confession is the bonus.
Even if we have the same feeling to each other, Deon will still feeling awkward and don't know what to do. He already make the scenario if we reject it so much until he don't know what to do...
What his love language?
I think he will prefer the quality time and the act of service. He's too introvert to doing word of affirmation to often. His heart and mouth can't take any sweet love to be voiced too loud.
And his twisted memory also will shadow him to make any love word (so the possibility Deon's love is becoming toxic also very high, but i choose not to)
So he will treasure any peace moment with us and trying his best to fulfill it. The happy and loving is also like a fleeting moment, so fragile to not becoming murky.
He having a very simple way to love someone even if he don't usually voicing it, so the partner also have to understand him.
The possibility Deon experiences love for someone is just once in his life. He's falling in love is remarkable occurrence in the first place. His heart already bleed from the abandonment issue so he loving someone is the dreamlike feeling for him.
His language body
Nervous but still want it, that's his condition. His body will conflicted with his emotion. His emotion wanting to embrace the love but his body is so still, don't know what to do.
So nervous, becoming red, and his finger is always moving to vent out the stress. But after warming himself with his feeling, finally he can become more relax and not so restrictive.
What irks him?
He falling in love. Yes that's true, but he also having a side who doesn't like our influence that make himself feeling weird. But he won't attack us, because he's still the part of Deon, even if he's more ruthless.
At the best he can do is act a little bit of harsh, he cannot make us hurt because it'll also break his heart. He's still Deon after all.
Random fact
He prefer the moment he can relax himself with us in his room than to go outside. The outside full of trouble that waited him to be troubled.
He like to cuddle us instinctively. He needs the warmth from our body to keep relaxing himself.
Stroke our hair a lot. Think that our hair is his stress venting until we mad.
Like to stare our doing with tender and soft gaze. He prefer to seeing us happy than being sad. He having enough of sadness.
Don't like pranks. So try to suppressed our prank side.
Because his sensitivity of light, he have to sleep with the light is off.
Nightmare? He have, His habit of sleeping is delirious. His past always makes him feeling haunted and all we know is that we can stroke his hair, smooth the creases on his forehead and sing soothing lullabies before he fi.
PDA? Please, he can't do that. He prefer to doing that at private moment. At the best he can do in the public is holding hand.
Possessiveness? He have it. So try not to be so close with us. His other side will revenge it with blood splattered. But Deon itself will became so moody until we explain and cuddle his jealousy.
We can be anything, human or devil because Deon himself is the ace of the both side.
His merge of personality will make Deon become more possesive than before. So don't try to stimulate him. We also will be the only motivation he have to not doing suicide right away. We have to literally beg him not to do it.
He himself is only soft to us and ruthless to anybody, so loving him the best is the only way to return his softness.
His smell probably will the subtle scent of blood intertwined with the aroma of grass. He's having it so much until it imprints in the body.
His hair is not so soft as it's appear, the war and stress make the hair not so healthy as it seems.
He's ticklish but having no asthma. So safe to be tickle, but he will also revenge it.
He having so many clothes in different style, but will obey if we want to dress him.
Don't have any tattoo and piercings either. He dislikes the pain its bring.
He won't be cheated. He know the best the pain of being tossed away, he even tried to not indulge to his heart even if he fails so no way he wanted to cheat around.
After everything is ending Deon and us will be refugee and living in the quiet place to living as the best as he could. And having a child like himself and us
He will loving his child and us like we're his greatest treasure he having. Killing is the one of his way to protect.
Lloyd : Where am i? Is it the prison? (Demon face activated because trying to intimidate)
Deon : That's should be my question, even who are you? (Sheath the knife, activated demon Arut mode, wary to Lloyd)
Suho : I think we shouldn't fight in this small place. Is that you who put us in this situation?( trying to be mediator but also having a suspicious in lloyd)
Lloyd realized that his face make Deon and Suho wary to him.
Lloyd : Wait, I also the victim here. My face is naturally so ugly that everyone always suspicious about me (his own word stabbed him, but he having no choice, two powerful person can be so handful to handle if he's not telling the truth.)
Both Deon and Suho learn Suho face.
Deon : This is the first time i see someone telling himself that he is an ugly one. But his face, why his expression is so naturally disturbing?
Suho : His face is not that bad?! He only doesn't really show off his good looks, if i have to draw it, maybe it will like...
Lloyd : Anoo, can we try to get out from here?
They are now in the room a fairly medium white room. It was quite suitable for the three of them, but there was no door that they could open.
Deon : This room having no door at all! How can we get out?!
But suddenly Suho remembers something, hinted from Deon's word
Suho : Isn't this an escape room game?
Lloyd : Gasp! Maybe you're right! that's a popular game that match with our situation right now!
Deon : What's escape room game?
Lloyd : It's a game where we should search a hint to get out from the room, like our situation right now!
Deon : If you're telling the truth, it's mean some hint lay in this room right?
Yeah, i was the one asking that. This is not the first time I'm being this serious, but this one is the urgent question.
I realized that I was the only one who felt that this world was not my real world.
This place doesn’t feel particularly strange, yet my dark eyes seem to express a reality that feels out of place, as if it’s my eyes that are the odd ones.
It’s a world that mirrors my own, filled with modern conveniences like technology, smartphones, and Wi-Fi that connects everyone through the internet. Yet, it’s also a world plagued by air pollution that makes breathing difficult, and the sun’s heat can feel like it’s cooking people alive, just like in my previous existence.
Still, deep down, I know I don’t belong here. The world I truly belong to is the one where I spent my entire life, a place that wouldn’t change over a single lifetime.
Even if I have to die, my memories would reset, allowing me to experience life anew, as if for the very first time, in an endless loop.
But who knows which monarch that made the blunder of allowing me to be reborn with the memories of my past life intact, robbing me of the joy of living without the weight of knowing I’ve lived before, only to face death once more?
Ops, I let my bad thoughts wander for some reason. My rational and gloomy thought is always ruin for the fun. Sorry for the moody rant. But I have my reason too!
Do you think you will happy if you have to restart your life and study the fact that you already know in the world that mirrors yours?
Yeah, I'm glad at first, but now my gladness dropped 70%, not completely happy again. Why? Why I'm not completely happy, you asked?
Because you know...?
This realm is now the world of solo leveling ragnarok. Not the world of Solo Leveling instead.
It’s no longer the place where Sung Jinwoo was the main character, starting from the very bottom and rising to greatness through a mission system that sought to exploit him. Even though I want to see the live action even if it has to be in secret stalking.
I’ve lost the chance to witness the iconic moments from his legendary comics and novels. I can't even glance at the majestic event that i already memorized the order if sometime i being reincarnated into this world...
I’ll never get the chance to be the person that Sung Jinwoo secretly admires or like since we don’t even exist in the same time period.
Tears streamed down my face when I encountered Sung Jinwoo, now married with children. I can't stop it.
Literally, I cried the first time I saw him alongside Cha Hae-in when my father let me see him—those countless fanfictions I had devoured about Sung Jinwoo x reader shattered before me, leaving only the harsh truth. He can't be mine...
I can only see his worried face when i cried in front of him, he tried to persuade me to stop the tears by by promising to buy me snacks or make friends with his child.
Seeing no change in me, he urgently ask my father for the clue of my cries that my father also having no clue at all.
Sung Jinwoo is undeniably so handsome even when he already married and is already middle aged man … but sadly, he’s not someone I can ever reach; Even after I met him through my unrealistic second life…
then I felt someone's hand wiping my tears. The hand that made me look away from Sung Jinwoo's face and turn my gaze towards the hand that cleaned my face from my tears.
And I saw it. the next protagonist in this world. Sung Suho.
He was the one who wiped my tears with his innocent face. His little hand, which was slightly smaller than mine, still tried to wipe my tears innocently.
Seeing his face and recognizing Suho's face which had similarities in the eyes and nose to his mother made my nose clogged with snot and I ran out of Sung Jinwoo's house which I visited with my father.
I dashed away, tears streaming down my face, feeling embarrassed about my snotty nose. Why should I humiliate myself in front of someone I look up to?
My eyes stung, making everything around me seem hazy, but I was relieved to find the playground deserted, free from other kids.
I plopped down on the swing, staring at the ground, feeling exhausted and sad. At least if I looked down, no one would notice a little girl crying all alone in this empty playground.
Why am I even crying? He’s not a character meant to be with me.
I admire him from afar, and while he’s my idol, that’s all he is—just an idol. Sure, he’s incredibly cool, handsome, and exactly my type, but I have to accept that he’s out of reach if fate doesn’t align with my dreams.
and because I looked down I didn't see someone chasing me coming to see me sitting on the swing. he was panting after me who was emotional.
But seeing me sitting and not realizing that he was chasing me finally made him sit on the swing next to me.
the sound of the swing being shaken made me aware of someone's presence, I wiped my tears and wiped my snot with my hand, trying to appear fine even if I knew it would be useless if my eyes were red from crying.
When I saw the person next to me, I wasn't too surprised to see Suho chasing me. My father knew that I was a smart child to be able to come back to Jinwoo's house when I was done crying and whining, and both Cha Hae-in and Jinwoo were two people who could detect me in their own way, they're strong for the reason.
Only Suho was the one who bothered to chase me here alone.
He didn't look at me when I saw him, but I knew that he was aware that I was watching him.
"Why are you chasing me?" My voice was nasal from crying, not the sweet voice of a girl who can ask for anything sweetly and have her parents grant it.
Hearing me finally want to talk to him made him turn around and asked, "Why are you crying anyway?"
His probing eyes made me shy away from being angry with him. He thinks I want to cry in front of his father? NO!! I want to be the best daughter figure for him, but i can't control my reaction.
"I don't know why, so don't ask!"
I barked at him, still very frustrated with my current situation.
it's better for him to just leave until I manage to calm myself down. That would be better for both of us. I don't want to mad at him, he's innocent and know nothing about me.
But he's being the one who couldn't read the situation and didn't leave even after I barked at him. he just looked back at the sky and swung his swing.
Why doesn't he leave too? Is he insensitive?
We both fell silent, allowing the wind to blow and the warm sunlight to fill the quiet, which was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.
Since I was starting to sweat from the heat, I finally stood up and suggested we head home together.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, trailing behind me as I walked away, he walking slower than me. Maybe that's why he couldn't immediately chase after me who ran away to the playground.
I scrunched my face, knowing I couldn't be completely truthful with him. "I don't know, maybe it's because your dad is just too handsome… and that makes me a bit jealous of your mom?"
His reaction was one of surprise; he lowered his arms from behind his head, clearly taken aback. "Do you like my dad?" he asked, his voice rising in pitch.
I didn't appreciate his response, which felt like it was prying into my embarrassment. "No, don’t joke about that! I’m just intrigued by him, not in love! I just hope to find a guy as good-looking as he is someday."
What I said was partly true but also a bit of a stretch. Where else could I find someone who matched my standards? Imagining someone perfect was my only option.
"Since you seem to like my dad so much, why not extend that to me?"
His question left me speechless, making me reconsider his character.
Wow, is Suho really the kind of person who can be this unpredictable? Shouldn't my mere glance at the comic be enough?
"Why do you keep making jokes? How can I like you when I don’t even know your name?"
Technically, I still didn’t know his name; we hadn’t introduced ourselves yet. Dad had only introduced me to Suho's parents before I ended up in tears.
"You can like my dad right away, so why can’t I?" He still insisted, he raised his hand while making a fist. Looks very serious in his opinion.
"You just can’t!" I shook my head firmly, dismissing Suho's illogical suggestion.
He fell quiet, awkwardly tracing his finger along his cheek before finally saying, "If you don’t know my name, I’ll tell you, but you have to share yours too!" He looked embarrassed and turned his gaze away.
Why is he looking away so awkwardly? Is he trying to be my friend but feels shy because our first interaction was a bit rocky?
feeling guilty because this was my fault I stretched out my hand to Suho, "Okay, my name is Name, satisfied now right?"
He looked at the outstretched hand in front of him, clearly taken aback. When I noticed he wasn't moving to take it, I thought about pulling my hand back.
But as if sensing my doing, he quickly grasped both of my hands. "I'm Suho, nice to meet you, Name!" he exclaimed loudly, causing me to jump a little from the unexpected volume.
"Why do you have to yell like that? You really startled me!" I loudly tell him. He only can shrunk because he knew he was doing something wrong.
"Well, you can't expect me to just stand here waiting for you to say something." he answered in a nervous voice. afraid of making me angry again.
"You took your sweet time, didn't you? Let's get home before my dad gets mad!"
He nodded, and we started walking home, completely unaware that we were still holding hands.
So i will based my scenario based from their official art. Hope you like it ' 33 '
Deon might initially seem like an unusual baby to his parents and older brother. After all, who wouldn't be taken aback by the arrival of an albino child?
However, as time goes on, his parents make an effort to set aside their surprise and embrace their child, despite the whispers from neighbors suggesting that Deon is either adopted or not their biological child.
Cruel, on the other hand, develops a deep familial love for baby Deon. Being so young, he doesn’t see Deon’s differences; instead, he finds joy in them. Deon looks cool in Cruel eyes.
"My brother must have been an amazing person before, look at his hair, it's as white as snow!" Cruel exclaimed, gently running his fingers through Deon's soft hair.
Sadly, from the moment he born to the world, Deon has struggled with a frail body and frequent illnesses. His sensitivity to light and recurring fevers make it hard for him to stay well.
As a result, the hospital feels like a second home to him. His parents are often busy working to cover Deon's medical bills, which means they can't visit him as much as they'd like. Deon, feeling guilty for their absence, keeps his complaints to himself, believing it's his fault they can't be there.
Deon had a tough time expressing his emotions as a child, largely because his parents were often absent, leaving him mostly in the company of his older brother.
Eduardo, Caver (the demon king) I don't know his real name, and Cruel share a close friendship, and they are all around the same age. they met and were friends from university.
Caver was very happy when he met Deon, as he was the first to reach out and invite Deon for a chat, taking the lead in forming a friendship.
Deon, being quite sensitive, found himself a bit uneasy with the close interactions, especially since Caver was overly familiar, making it hard for him to feel comfortable.
On the other hand, Eduardo seemed indifferent towards his ailing younger brother, Cruel, merely offering a casual greeting. Yet, for some reason, Deon felt drawn to Eduardo, perhaps out of sympathy or a sense of familiarity that lingered in his mind.
As a result, Deon also found himself connecting with his brother's friends.
I believe Deon will gradually become accustomed to Caver's friendly nature and will develop a deeper connection with Eduardo. Cruel felt a sense of joy knowing that his younger brother finally had friends who could engage with him, even if they were not his peers.
Although Deon attended school, his status as an albino led to social isolation, prompting him to leave and pursue private studies, especially since his frail health made regular attendance difficult.
As he matures, I think he will become healthier and stronger. Thus, the sickly Deon of his childhood will eventually grow into a much healthier individual.
And indeed, he also formed a bond with his nephew Eduardo, who, along with his siblings, truly cherished their uncle.
Alethea, Elphidius, and Deon eventually became friends, all sharing the same age. Deon feels a stronger bond with Elphidius since they are both guys, while he views Alethea as the little sister he never had.
Their friendship dynamic often involves Elphidius and Deon teaming up to play pranks on Alethea. Although she gets annoyed with their antics, she usually ends up forgiving them in the end.
In the modern world, Lofty's troops represent the patients who are close to Deon, standing by him as he battles his pain.
Since he spent a lot of time in the hospital, especially when his brothers couldn't be there, these friends provided him with the encouragement and comfort he needed during lonely times.
And then even after he started feeling better and no need to be hospitalized anymore, Deon frequently visited the hospital to check on those who had supported him in his fight against illness. Yeah so Deon still have the loyalty for those who are also rarely visited by their families.
Deon also wears unique glasses to protect his sensitive eyes from bright light.
Deon in modern times is actually popular with women. But when women want to get to know each other, Deon is the first to shrink and the women lose interest in him.
On the other hand, when he's hanging out with his friends, they easily steal the spotlight, as they are all quite attractive. But nobody is being interested to having romantic relationship yet.
They all still busy to enjoy their peace.
The end
I don't know whether they will have a partner or not. It all depends on their fate and whether I will make a fanfic or someone will be inspired by my fiction.
If i have to make the fiction, are you interested?
Hey there! This is my very first fanfiction featuring Sung Suho, and I'm excited to dive into his story. He's the son of the legendary shadow monarch, Sung Jinwoo.
I plan to focus my writing on him. I'm not really considering to write a story about Sung Jinwoo since he's already so well-loved by other author fans, plus he has Cha Hae-In and an adult child who's ready to take on challenges, also he already around 40 years old in the manhwa (even though he doesn't aging!)
So, I'm eager to start fresh with his son, who is almost a mirror image of him but with a more vibrant personality and still untouched by romance in the manhwa.
This is the version 1 cause I didn't feel satisfied with my fic yet, so i'll make another version in the future. But still enjoyed it.
I hope you enjoy my other short stories and drabbles too!
Is this love?
That's my doodle in my notebook, and i even added some decorations to make it look nicer. I'm twirling my pen around, and my thoughts are all over the place with a mix of emotions. I can't help but focus on just one person in my mind.
I'm not sure if I should feel happy, sad, angry, or just confused. I don't get why i had to come to this realization. I wake up one day and realized that I've been in love with him. Why do i have to realize that i like him more than just a friends?
Having feelings for someone who sees us as just a childhood friends is tough for sure. It's hard to ask someone who thinks of us as family to look at us in a different light.
Now that I've figured it out, I'm stuck on what to do next. We are the perfect example of childhood friends. We've known each other since we were little kids, not quite since babyhood, but close enough.
But the question is... Should i confess to him and being rejected or should i just keep silent about this?
Wait is that important right now!
I seeing Suho enter class. Since when i ever have seeing Suho with the filter in my eyes that he looks more shiny and handsomer than before i realized my feeling, also why my cheeks and my hearts feeling so hot to even look at him, this feeling is definitely weird, my whole life is lie.
I want to scream when i realize that our eyes is locked to seeing each other and he smiles to seeing me looking at him, i roll my head a bit to avoid his glance before i realize his walk means he wants to come to my seat.
Okay this time i have to be a normal. Don't be like my earlier self who avoided him openly without thinking ahead.
"Hey Name, why you avoiding me since morning? We have been walk together to school since forever."
He seat next to me. Fortunate to me that that's not his assigned seat.
"I-i been awoke earlier than usual and being bored to wait you come, Suho, so i going to school myself." I nervously spoken that way to him, please don't realize my nervous voice...
"And i don't see you until the class started?" He asked that question, but well I already prepared my answer, "Oh, it's because i go to the toilet. You know, girls things."
"I don't know you have the girls things too. I think you're like a man"
"Hey don't mistake me as your man friends. I'm still a girl, look wear the skirt." i waving my short skirt at him, he stopped my waving with placing his hand on my hand.
"Don't waving it around, your skirt is short. Someone may seeing it." He looking around to seeing the peeking from others, seeing everyone not doing that, he sighed relieved.
"I'm joking, of course i know you're a girl Name. If you always use the skirt, how i not remember?"
"If you're remember my fact, do you remember when my birthday is?"
My birthday is coming up soon. If he doesn't remember now I'll remind him. But he won't being off from my anger because he forgot my birthday.
I expected he to not remember it like the usual thing of the man. But he defies the usual thing. " I remember, I already prepared your gift."
I'm shocked, the girls always gossip around that their boyfriend always forget their birthday but he remember me and even already buy gift. "Already!! You are so prepared, Suho. Do you want to give me a little hint about my gift is?"
"This gift is special, hope you like it." He smiled mysteriously, i don't know if I'm should scared or excited to my special gift this time. Not that more complicated from my sudden realizing.
"Special? Is this more special than previous gift before?" He didn't answer and leave to his seat, maybe the hint is his way to make me even more curious and eager to receive my gift.
I'm being forced to going home together with Suho. When I try to sneak away from him, he keeps a close eye on my movements and slips into my blind spot to prevent me from leaving.
Maybe he should consider a career in law enforcement his father. Oh, that's a sensitive subject. I need to be careful not to bring it up with him.
"Why do you have to be by my side all the time? We're grown up enough to be independent," I asked him, standing on one side while he remained on the other.
"You're a girl, Name. Of course, you need someone to look out for you," he replied, his genuine concern leaving me feeling both happy and a bit sad.
A girl, huh... Should I feel flattered that he sees me as a girl, or does he want something more?
As I made my way home, I caught sight of the sunset. I walked over to the road fence, gazing at the familiar view.
The sunset, unobstructed by buildings, painted the sky beautifully as I descended the road.
No matter how many times I see it, the sunset always feels magical and picturesque. The warm light made both of us shine in the fading glow before darkness took over.
"You always seem to be captivated by the sunset. Do you really like it?" His voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I turned to find him watching me intently, which made me a bit nervous.
I rub my elbow to distract me from the nervousness before reply, "Why do you want to know my opinion? Aren't you the one who interested in going to art school? An art student should already know the answer is."
My answer make he look troubled, and want to deny it. "I want to entered the art department for drawing, not the art for poetic writing."
But i still look clueless what he want to say from me, so in the end he have to explain
"Everyone has their own perspective. I'm curious about yours."
"I see the sunset as the last chance to enjoy the sun's beauty. Once it sets, the world feels dark and fragile without it. Yet, people often dread the sunrise because it signals the start of a new day, so the sunset is a bittersweet moment with limited time to appreciate it."
I think he didn't expect my answer, because his eyes is widening and he make a small giggle which make me wonder, what's was the funny that he laughed.
"You have a really unique way of expressing that."
"Yeah, I guess so. But why are you watching it with me now? You don't share my habit, do you?"
"You always gaze at the sunset, so I thought I'd join you." He look deeply at me, make me stuck in my place, my gaze stuck at him. My heartbeat is so loud until i can hear it with my ear, my whole body feels hot, i feel like maybe he also like me and we can dating around and do ki-
WAKE UP NAME, you can't let your imagination like a wild horse! I closing my eyes strongly and shake my wild horse, tried to wake myself from my delusion.
He doesn't like me. We're the best friend who can depend on each other, we won't be a couple! But even if i convinced myself like that, i can't help to steal a glance to him, looking at his handsome face and start to blaming him for my delusion.
Are he clueless or he likes me? Why he have to fooling around with me like that.
If you're not liking me, Suho then don't make me misunderstood with your ambiguous action and word. I don't think i can
I don't want to be reckless and losing our relationship, if we can't be lover, at least i can still become your best friend, even if he in the future having a girlfriend... Thinking that in the future he will having a girlfriend who will laugh with him, together with ease, and can even do something romantic make me ever more sad and cranky.
Suck, Why am I have to like him...? I lie to myself that i will okay if he having someone he loved instead me. We can't possibly remains as a best friend if i become this sad because of the future possibility... Is this possible to make everything okay between him and me?
And then my birthday is coming...
I’m really intrigued by the special gift he has for me. He’s never mentioned a gift being special before; this is a first. Previously, his gifts have been the typical romantic gestures like flowers, my favorite meals, or jewelry. Classic moves, but they always made me happy.
So, I’m quite eager to find out what Suho’s special gift is.
However, when I saw him at school, he mentioned that I couldn’t receive the gift just yet; it had to wait until after school.
It’s odd—why the delay? He said the gift was already ready, right? I felt a bit frustrated with Suho for being so inconsistent.
But since it’s my birthday, I decided to be patient and wait for the surprise.
As my curiosity grew and my expectations soared for the mysterious gift Suho promised, I found it hard to concentrate on my classes today.
Once the lessons were over, I looked around for Suho, but he was nowhere to be found.
I turned my back for just a moment to put my book in my bag, and suddenly, he was gone.
I asked around, searching for him, but no luck.
Is he trying to avoid me? But why? I haven’t done anything to upset him, have I?
Ping—
The sound of a chat notification on my phone reminded me that I could reach out to him.
When I checked my phone, I saw that he had messaged me.
"Come to the school roof!" It was a simple command, as if I should just drop everything. I mean, it’s my special day; shouldn’t I be the one calling the shots?
I made my way to the school roof, stomping my feet in frustration. I’m annoyed with him, but he’s still my dear friend.
As I burst through the school door, I was taken aback by the sight before me.
Two balloons were attached to the fence, a round carpet was laid out, and there was Suho standing on the carpet. When did he even bring a carpet to school?
He looked at me, but his expression was different. Normally, he greets me with a smile, but this time he avoided my gaze and scratched his neck nervously.
"Suho, do you want to hold my birthday party on the roof? Even bringing a round carpet?" I walked towards him and stepped on the carpet too. The closer I got, somehow the more nervous he looked.
But Suho didn't respond to my question at all, he just ignored it and discussed other things.
"Name!"
"What?"
"I like you…"
I hiccup, certainly not expected he to discussed this topic, "...Since when?" i ask that with the hint of doubtful, he never shows me his affection openly.
He matches his gazes to me and then i finally realize that his eyes shows his love for me, only focuses on me and only me. "Don't know... We already being friends for so long, So it feels vague to know since when I liked you."
Noticing that his gaze felt intense and unsettling, I shifted my focus to the breathtaking view of the sunset.
The sun was about to dip below the horizon, ushering in the night without its warm glow.
We were both enveloped in the final beams of sunlight, and for some reason, this sunset seemed even more stunning than usual.
Could it be that I’ve realized I’m not the only one with feelings? He likes me too…
"What’s your answer…?" he asked softly, a hint of worry in his voice as if he feared I might be upset for interrupting my thoughts.
"Let’s tidy this up; we should head home before it gets dark," I replied, peeling the glue off the balloon string.
I noticed he had been thoughtful enough to choose a balloon that wouldn’t look silly if I was the one holding it.
Suho quickly rolled up the carpet and hurried after me as I walked away.
Of course, he could easily catch up; he was much taller than I was.
"What’s your name?" he asked, a trace of nervousness evident in his tone.
I decided it was time to stop delaying my response. "I like you too, Suho. We’ve been friends since we were kids, and I’m not sure why I feel this way."
Instead of a serious reply, he confidently quipped, "Isn’t it because I’m the most handsome guy in your eyes?!"
I bit my lip in annoyance at his arrogance. He really does think he’s the best, to the point of saying it out loud.
Even if it’s somewhat true, I wasn’t about to agree with him.
"Pfft, the most handsome? My idol is still way more handsome in my eyes," I teased back.
But as we bickered over who was more attractive, we ended up playfully wrestling while holding hands.
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