》 Summary: Sometimes, the smallest touch leads to the biggest of things. Where you couldn't help but touch his blackened wings.|
》 Warnings: OOC, fluff.|
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A touch. Something that leads to something more than you would've expected.
But what you didn't expect was the man before you, his – what you thought was – cape wasn't actually a feathery cape, but rather, wings.
You didn't even realize it until your hand grazed that feathered back, mind in the middle of the thought to touch it and the urge not to. In the end, your hand grazed it.
Then, you felt it, the smallest twitch, the feathers moving, followed by the man himself turning back towards you.
"What're you doing?" He asked, his voice low as if echoing throughout the room.
You immediately brought your hand back, surprised by this new information.
You just gave an awkward smile and shrugged, "Just got a thought...?" You said, no idea how to explain that your impulsive thoughts screamed at you to touch it.
You watched as he let out a sigh before shaking his shoulders, the 'cape' fluttering a little bit with it.
You slowly pointed at it until something clicked. It was not a cape.
Mito watched as he saw a form conclude in your head, "How long did you think my wings are just a cape?" He asked, an eyebrow raised with an amused grin on his lips.
Wings. Yep, that concluded your train of thought.
"I thought it was just a fancy... Cape..." You spoke out, looking away.
"And your first thought was...?" He asked, body now fully facing you. "To touch it- But come on! I had to. It just looks so soft and everything... I couldn't help it!" You retorted, pointing at his – now you concluded – wings.
You failed to notice his eyes slightly widening at your words along with his wings, giving the slightest twitch.
Soft? Did you think of his wings as soft?
He couldn't help but chuckle at that, causing you to pause in your rambling of trying to save yourself.
It was then he turned slightly, letting one of his wings that situated themselves onto his shoulders moved and stretched out before placing themselves between you and him.
You looked at him dumbfoundingly as he did this, unable to think of what to do.
"Well...?" He said, his wing moving towards you, "You said you wanted to touch it, here you go," he said, a tinge of amusement and softness in his voice.
You didn't move nor reply to that. Just looked at his draped wing, then at him, then back his wing before slowly placing your hands on them.
Soft, you thought to yourself as your hands felt the feathers along them.
Mito just hummed at your touch, not minding your hands gliding through his wing as he only watched your expression.
Adoration and awe. It's written all over your face.
"Having fun?" He asked, placing his elbow on his leg with the palm of his hand on his cheek.
You, still in awe of his dark wings, replied, "Yeah, it's so soft," you said, feeling every feather.
He hummed again in return as he let you touch his wing. It wasn’t until a few minutes later did he move, not how you would expect.
As he moved, you immediately brought your hands away, thinking you touched something on his wings that made him move, but before you could speak or ask, he brought you on top of him and laid you there before both his wings enveloped the two of you.
You were once again speechless at the action, but couldn’t help but glide your hand along the feathery limbs.
“Now, we're comfortable,” Mito said, one on your back while the other on your side, “Are you not comfortable earlier?” you immediately asked, hands slowing down.
In reply, Mito shook head, “Not really, but I can’t hunching be back the entire time, and neither should you,” he replied, rubbing your back his hand as you watched as his wings now slowly laid themselves more on you, not like checking the waters like before, it was soft and light, like a blanket, a feathery blanket at that.
The two of you stayed like that for a good while before he slowly noticed how your hands had stopped caressing his wings. It was then did he realize that you had fallen asleep on top of him while his wings blanketed on top of you.
Mito smiled at that, kissing the crown of your head before letting you sleep peacefully on top of him.
The smallest of touch could lead to the biggest of things. That is, for you, would be the realization that his cape is not actually a cape.
》 Archiver's Notes: No thoughts, just Mito. Also a small gift for @archivistvaultio for their love of DPR Ian.
a/n: If you have seen THAT PHOTO on Kureha's patreon then you've seen the "Idk who's taking that ngl." comment! the answer is YOU. :)
The crush you had developed on Rome had started out accidentally and innocently. You were both new to the school and in need of a friend. Your soft spot for him began when he finally opened up to you while walking you home after school. He didn’t like feeling pitied but the way you comforted him that night didn’t feel like pity, it felt raw and sincere. Since then you felt protective of the gentle giant and began falling in love.
Rome quickly felt comfortable with you, from the moment you approached him in the hallway with that bright smile, hand out ready to shake his. You made him smile for the first time that day. You didn’t know at the time what he had been going through and you still approached him like you wanted to take all his problems away. He could tell you were genuine.
After months of doing almost everything together, you grew frustrated with him. You were unsure where you stood in his life, you were his best friend but so was Kino. The two of you were going out today and you decided enough was enough.
You heard the rumble of his car pulling in front of your house on the street. Your window overlooked the front yard and you could see Rome getting out and walking over to the passenger side door leaning up against it before gazing into your window. Looking down on him was something you rarely ever did, but damn was he pretty like this. You applied the finishing touches to your makeup and outfit before meeting him at his car.
“Hey, mamita.” His voice was low and sultry, he watched you walk from the front door to the sidewalk in front of him. You’re beautiful even with that fake stank face and attitude you’re giving him. It made him smile to see that you had to work this hard to be mad at him. When you were standing before him, he placed a finger under your chin to lift it so you’d look at him.
You looked up at him trying your best to give him attitude still but it was faltering. It was when you rolled your eyes at him that he finally spoke again. “Come on little mami, don’t treat me like that.” He spoke softly before standing to his full height turning to open the door for you.
You got into the car, avoiding eye contact trying to maintain the facade. But what you didn’t take into account is that he would come around leaning into the car to buckle you in. The smell of his cologne felt like it was coursing through your veins and at any moment it would set your soul on fire. However, just as fast as it invaded your senses it was gone just as quickly. Coming back to your sane mind Rome had been getting in the car and you got a waft of it again. It smelt so comforting, making you want to jump his bones.
“Thank you.” Even when pretending to be mad at him you still show him appreciation and respect. It is one of the reasons he began to fall for you. You never talked down on him and you were always kind, being sure to never raise your voice or belittle him no matter the disagreement.
“Couldn’t have you getting hurt now,” he reaches out turning your head to face him “Could we muneca?”
That was your last straw, your eyes glazed over and you swallowed hard. You needed him so bad and this act you're putting on is just egging him on. You exchanged glances for a few seconds before Rome's hand slipped from the side of your face to behind your head. You thought he was going to kiss you but instead, he told you that you are beautiful before letting go and starting the car.
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The dinner went well, it was beautiful. You had never been there before. You had originally gone to be a buffer for Rome and his father but everything seemed well tonight. They were celebrating his mother's birthday he was unsure as to how it would go. There was no drama, this wasn’t the first time you met his family. However, this is the first time either of them called you his girlfriend. It left you wondering what they knew that you didn’t.
Rome drove you home taking the scenic route not wanting to drop you off just yet. The two of you spoke openly about your feelings and relief washed over you. Your feelings were reciprocated, he was yours; almost. When the two of you arrived at your house he pulled up next to the curb and parked the car. You could tell he wanted to say something to you but couldn’t get it out.
“Thank you for being there for me tonight. I know it is late but I don’t want this to end just yet, do you want to go to our spot and watch the stars?” Rome spoke softly as he led your hand.
You smiled while looking down into your lap “Yeah, I would like that.”
The ride over was quiet, your favorite songs played in the background, while the warm summer wind blew through your hair. It was a beautiful night. The sun had set hours ago and the moon lit the sky illuminating the spot in the meadow you too would always meet at when things were rough at home. Rome got out the blankets and pillows from his trunk.
The two of you laid close together on your backs talking about random things and the dinner before Rome got quiet. The silence between the two of you was always comfortable but this felt a little different. But before you could say anything was pulling you to face him.
“You gonna keep staring at me with those puppy eyes Big Red? Or are you gonna kiss me?” It came out a little bratty but Rome understood the assignment. He leaned in kissing you soft and slowly at first but when you moaned into him he lost all control after that.
He pulled you closer and kissed you deeper it was like falling in love with him all over again.
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It's been a month since your outing and you two were officially dating. You hadn’t been more intimate than kissing and cuddling but you were ovulating and you started to hear the voices. Sending a couple of lingerie pictures couldn’t hurt right?
Rome appears at your front door in record time, sweatpants hanging low on his hips and wearing a black tank top. You took notice that he didn’t have his arm sleeve on. He looked amazing. His hair was messy and still slightly wet, you had assumed he had showered before coming over. You stood there in the doorway in a short silk robe trying so hard not to stare at his semi-hard on.
“I should probably let you in huh?” You stutter over your words.
“Probably.” Rome moved forward closing the space between you two, causing you to take steps backward. “No one home?” He follows up.
Never have you found Rome intimidating but in this moment he seemed bigger and stronger. The words caught in your head you shook your head no before speaking a delayed “No, would you like to come upstairs?”
He smiles softly down at you relaxing you before simply responding “Lead the way.”
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Rome followed you up to your bedroom; making sure to catch all the little details of your house and bedroom. Your room was cute, he had noticed your bed had been sitting on a platform and not a traditional bed frame. He made a mental note of the support it’ll provide. Growing a little impatient he turned to you but you were already ahead of him.
You stood in front of him in a babydoll dress, the robe disregarded on the floor. You needed him right now. Gaining your confidence back you closed the space between the two of you. After all, it was just big red your favorite gentle giant. You looked up at him with those "fuck me" eyes and he didn’t make you wait any longer.
He pulled you into a hot and messy kiss. His large hands roam all over your body squeezing and massaging your ass before he starts to walk you back towards the bed. Lying you back he just wanted to make you feel good. Give you everything you wanted. He kissed down your neck stopping above your breast asking for permission.
“Please Rome, take it off of me.” You moaned out to him, “I need you so bad.”
One thing about Rome is he listens very well. You won’t have to tell him more than once, he will get it the first time. He kissed down your chest once more before pushing himself off of you to strip the both of you. You finally got to see him in person. It was long and thick and it only seemed to grow bigger as he stoked himself.
He could sense your worry, he eased himself back over top of you kissing you slowly. “Don’t worry muñeca, I’m going to make you cum at least twice before we even consider putting it in.”
He knew he was big and he was determined you properly prep you for him. Rome kissed down the valley of your breast not forgetting to take each nipple in his mouth on his way down. He left no piece of your skin unkissed. Before taking a finger and rubbing it through your folds. You were already so wet it took great self-control to not just slide himself in.
Rome started his a single finger pulling low moans from you as he worked you open. He was studying you and your reactions. Once he found your spot he added a second, determined to pull this first orgasm out of you as quickly as possible. When he hit your spot you gasped loud feeling like your breath was knocked out of you.
“Rome- fuck please.” You were panting as he drilled his fingers into you. You’re mind began to fog and all you could do was moan his name and watch him as he finger fucked you.
“Come on mamita, give it to me. I know you’re close. You can do it.” The praise left his mouth and went straight to your pussy.
The first orgasm came roaring out of you, the mix between his heavy fingers and praises you couldn’t imagine what he was going to feel like splitting you in half. To told you how good you were for him and asked if you were okay to keep going. After a few sips of water and catching your breath, Rome was right back onto you.
He rolled the two of you over so you were on top, feeling more comfortable you grinned yourself along Rome's cock and it was one of the prettiest things he’s ever seen. He loved watching you take action and telling him what you wanted. But sometimes he didn’t wait to be told what to do.
“Sit on my face.” He blurts out.
“What?” You were taken back a bit.
“Y/n sit on on my face.” He wasn’t going to repeat himself again, so when you hesitated a bit he hooked his arms under your legs dragging your pussy up to his mouth. “Sit.”
And you did. He began to suck on your clit and you threw your head back grinding your hips down on his face. He was eating you out so good you were a moaning mess. Above him. You got closer to your finish so you reached back to and took him into your hand you could barely wrap your hand around him with how thick he was.
Every time he’d jerk his hip up into your hand it caused you to rock forward into his mouth more. You jerked him off faster as you approached your orgasm. Rome moaned into your cunt sending you into the clouds.
“Fuck Red, yes, please. I'm ready now. Please fuck me.” You yapped on with your eyes closed.
Being the good listener he is he flipped the both of you over and got eye level with you. “We're going to go slow okay, let me know if it is too much.”
You nodded your head preparing yourself for what was to come. “I can’t believe you’re just carrying all that around.”
He let out a low chuckle while he swiped his tip up and down your folds. He was taking way too long and you began to mouth off a bit. After the first few soft insults, Rome was ready to shut you up.
“Come on, you scared or-“ Just before you could finish your sentence he began to push himself into you. You were tight and could barely get the head in without feeling full.
“Mamita, we’re barely even halfway there, you sure you can take the whole thing.” He taunted you, before pushing more of himself in.
You have never felt this full before, and when he got his full length in you you could have sworn you felt him in your throat.
“Good job little mami, you took all of me. You’re doing so good for me.” The soft praise kept you grounded and present. He began to pick up the pace raising your legs to wrap around his waist.
The faster the pace the louder you got and Rome grew competitive with himself to make you scream for him louder. Once you were acclimated you begged him to fuck you faster, which he gladly did. Rome rolled you over onto your side pushing your knee to your chest and tore into you at a torturous pace.
“I need you to cum for me again muñeca. Can you do that for me?” He cooed.
You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, the wet sounds mixed with the praise you received all took part in pushing you over the edge. You’re eyes glossed over and rolled to the back of your head.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop.” You managed to squeal out.
Rome felt you squeezing him. He leaned forward fucking deeper into you coaxing another orgasm out of you. Talking you through it you try and push him away but he doesn’t budge. He continues at his pace fucking you through your orgasm as you squirt all over his thighs.
“Look at you mamita, you made one hell of a mess for me. How do you feel?” His pace slowed until he was completely still in you. He had finished a bit after you while waiting for a response.
“Mm, so good red.” You were fucked out. Barely even audible.
Rome crawled into bed next to you pulling you into him. “See I knew you could take it.”
“So, is this her? The one that’s stealing my man away from me?” You chuckle.
Christian continues to rub the wax into the metalwork of his new Harley, his arms flexing with each circular motion. A shine beginning to appear from his hard work on the black painted metal. The chrome standing proud of its darker leather and paint. He adores this bike and has spent every waking hour with it, designing it or talking about it. It’s like the bike is replacing you. Christian’s indigo jeans and vest slightly damp from the water used to wash the bike, grease and dirt blurring into the tattoos that mark his skin.
“Yeah, she’s a beaut,” he replies, throwing the dirty rags over to the workbench, removing the black disposable gloves before mounting the bike. The jeans are tight against his thighs allowing you to see the muscles move as he straddles the seat. Hands stroking and tapping the metalwork like this was your skin.
The closer you get you can see some of the strands of his wavy hair stuck to his forehead, unsure whether it’s a sweat sheen or water from the wash. Either way, he still looks good enough to eat, even though he needs a shower.
You stroke the bodywork appreciating it just like he is. The 100% black and chrome detailing were a nice contrast, it looks stunning. You could see why he loved this bike so much that he just had to have it. Your fingers tracing delicately over the paintwork across to the leather. He’s watching you intently as you move from leather to denim, then jersey as your hand rises along his thigh and chest. Reaching his hair, brushing your fingers through the dark locks as he closes his eyes from the sensation.
Christian shuffles backwards onto the passenger seat, slapping the cushioned leather in front of him signalling for you to mount the bike. You grip the handlebars, throwing your leg over and taking the front seat between his legs. Your back against his chest as you lay both your hands on the bodywork, stroking upwards towards the handlebars, leaning forward in the process. The black skinny jeans you’re wearing lowering at the back, your tee lifting as you reach the handlebars, showing your back dimples and your black lace underwear.
His hands land on your hips, watching your muscles as they stretch forward, gripping you tightly. You gaze over your shoulder, seeing him looking at your exposed skin and brief line before he catches you watching him. Pulling at your hips to bring you closer to his lap, his expression darkening as your ass touches between his thighs. You grab the hem of your tee pulling it over your head, your hair falling over your shoulders as you throw it over the handlebars. You rest your back against his firm chest as his hands come to rest on your front. Lifting your arms above your head, arching yourself so you can rest your head on his shoulder. Your fingers running through his hair and down to his nape, displaying your black lace bra and chest to his view over your shoulder. He eyes burning down your body as his hands follow his gaze, raking up to cup your chest as your mouth meets his neck.
He leans forward, desperately reaching your collarbone while you find his ear, pulling it with your teeth. A hiss leaves his throat as you tug at his vest, pulling it from his back lightly, scratching your nails across his skin. His hair flops as he pulls the vest off and throws it across the handlebars, your fingers in his hair once more. Christian kisses down your neck as your hands stroke his arms, still cupping your chest, massaging the flesh beneath through the lace. Your fingers toying with the intricate lines of black ink before lacing between his fingers.
Christian’s breathing exaggerates. Pants are billowing across your skin, his chest heaving just as much as yours making you whimper. Placing a kiss on his hair, you’re peppering as his head lifts. His lips finding yours in this heat. Passionate and deep with the occasional bite as your body succumbs to his movements. A burning ache filling your body as your heart pounds in your chest. Unconsciously, you begin to writhe against him, feeling him harden against your ass.
His hands are moving, caressing your skin as they reach for your jeans. Undoing the button and unzipping your fly to give him access to your sex, not that he does this straight away. He teases your sensitive skin by playing with your lace underwear first, tracing his fingers across the delicate patterns at the waistband.
Unable to handle his teasing, you slip your hand between the lace and your skin, collecting wetness on your fingers before smearing it on his lip and putting your fingers in your mouth, sucking them clean. Christian curls his lip into his mouth soothing it with his tongue before smashing into your kiss once more, his hand under the lace caressing the smooth skin bit by bit. He stops his movements, lifting the lace to look down then looks at you.
“I went to beauticians yesterday.”
“Fu-uck babe.”
His hand immediately lands between your legs, gracing the skin and parting your folds covering his fingers in your arousal. His mouth is on your neck, biting just the right spots and using his tongue to soothe the mark. Christian his pulling you towards his hardened crotched as you’re curled into his shoulder you start to rub against him, enjoying every move he’s making. He’s toying with you, circling your clit alternately with dipping his digits into you, whispering in your ear what he wants to do you.
The bike begins to topple making Christian move quickly to stop it from falling over, both of your movements sending it unsteady. He gets off the bike while you rotate a leg to sidesaddle before he’s wrapping your legs around his waist. His hair to dishevelled, his arms rippling as he grips your legs around him, you’re on each other's mouths and your arms wrapped around his shoulders while he’s desperately searching for a surface to slam you on. Upon finding the workbench, he pulls on your jeans while you help to wiggle out of them, leaving you in your underwear.
Christian’s practically drooling over you, his mouth salivating as he leans in, not even bothering to remove his jeans. He whispers in your ear as you fumble with his jeans, taking him in your hands and sliding him over your wetness.
“Nothing could ever replace you, babe”
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Can you do an. "Introducing s/o to grandpa Rome" imagine with Romano?
💕I loved this very much💕
“How do I look?” You fiddled with your dress/dress pants nervously. Lovino helped you out of the car and wrapped an encouraging arm around your waist.
“You look to beautiful.” He winked at you. You walked up the long driveway, well to you it was long as anticipation ate at you. Lovino rang the doorbell before opening the door. “Don’t be scared princess.” He kissed the side of your head encouragingly. You stepped inside the house cautiously. A large, long haired, brown cat strutted to greet you. It stared at you for a long moment before meowing softly and rubbing its head against your ankles. It flopped down directly on your feet making you giggle. “That’s Basil.” Lovino whispered.
“There you two are!” A loud voice came from the kitchen and you watched as a broad man poked his head out. You could definitely see where Lovi and Feli got their looks. “You didn’t tell me how beautiful she was!” The man exclaimed charismatically. He walked over to you with his arms outstretched. He picked you up and hugged you tightly causing the cat to meow in annoyance as she was thrown off your feet.
“Nonno, please.” Lovino grumbled. The large man rolled his eyes and placed you down on the ground.
“Lovino, what did I say about being rude infront of a woman?” He scolded. “I’m Romulus.” He smiled broadly and patted the top of your head softly. He reached past you and kissed Lovino and the cheek making Lovino bat him away. You giggled and gripped Lovinos hand. “Now let’s get out of the doorway and eat some food!” Romulus cheered, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and guiding you to the kitchen.
》 Summary: You, a popular and well-known yet mysterious, faceless song artist, decided to go to a concert of one of your most favourite artists, DPR Ian. But who knew he also fanned you just like how you fanned over him? But to the point that he would know a fact about your channel that only old fans would know.|
》 Warnings: HIGHLY OOC, hints reader being the same height or taller than Christian, backstage shenanigans, possibly rushed and Archiver is adding stuff as they go, not proofread(none of my entries are proofread).|
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The crowded roared with excitement and happiness as the DPR concert went on. Their excitement was fueled by the one and only Christian Yu, also known as DPR Ian, as he performed his songs at the concert.
You, a fan of the artist for some time now, screamed and jumped along the crowded. You were seated at one of the VIP seat you fought for to buy as other DPR fans, Dreamers, had the same thought as you. You waved your DPR lightstick like the other fans, scream and call his name like no other fans.
You were having so much fun, although, it was a tad bit annoying when your face mask kept sliding off your nose, having to re-adjust them.
Being a song artist and often livestreaming is something considering that if they manage to recognize you, more other fans would. You were a fellow song creator, but not as long as Christian, roughly a year or so later than him. You weren't as popular as he was, but you get new fans often.
And one thing they would know you by is your mysterious features, in this case, the lack of it. You rarely show your face to your fans, earning the title being another faceless creator. Sure, you would tease them by showing them parts of your face like your cheekbone, lips, parts of your jawline, but never the whole thing, leaving fans to scramble trying to connect anything to look remotely as your face.
With that being said, you went to the concert wearing a mask, a face mask specifically. You didn't really posted anything hinting that you were going to the DPR concert, nor did you mention anything of you fanning or biasing over Christian Yu.
And so, no one would be expecting that you would be there to enjoy the concert.
But this time around, it wasn't the fans who weren't expecting a song artist with them in the concert.
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As you continued to cheer and sing along the songs sang by Christian, couldn't help but notice the amount of times he would look at you, and you specifically, as if he was trying to recognize you. But you later shrugged it off, maybe because of your seating area, around at the left-middle of the seatings, it would be frequent for Christian to look over here, or maybe he was looking other fans behind you as well.
You never would've expected Christian to recognize you. Although you're unaware of the true intentions of his gaze, he knew you, he swore he knew you, an artist he somehow grew attached to as he created his music. Yes, you weren't as popular as him now, but he remained fanning over you just as much as you fanned over him, but he didn't know that, of course. Well, that is until he noticed you amongst the crowd, screaming and jumping with excited over him as he sang his song, to be specific, your favourite song of his.
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Ever since that little eye contact the two of you had, you couldn't help but notice Christian moving to your section of the VIP much more often, as if trying to figure you out.
Little did you know, he was. Trying to be as subtle as he can, he moved over to your section, truly checking if it's actually really you, and it was. He was trying so hard to hide his excitement when it was you, really you.
He just needs to find a way to talk to you without scaring or possibly causing a good amount of fans to notice and cause something.
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A large smile ran across your features as the concert came to an end, Christian waved to all his fans as he left and entered the backstage.
As you left the stadium arena, you made sure no one could recognize you as you slipped off your section and outside to the parking lot.
As you reached your vehicle –which was quite near from one of the entrance of the stadium– you heard someone approaching. Quickly approaching.
Turning from your vehicle, you spotted a man jogging towards you, waving their hand as they slowed down the closer they were to you.
It was dim from where you parked, dimly lit considering it was in the more secluded parking section despite being close to one of the entries and it was already nighttime. So, you could barely see the man's features to recognize them.
That is until you heard their voice did you pause and think whether life is joking with you or not.
"Hey- Umm, excuse me- Sorry..." the man spoke out, exhausted from probably running-jogging from who knows where to here, accent thick through their voice.
You could already tell who it was, but you still hoped for the sake of your sanity it wasn't
"Sorry, just... Are you..." he asked, mentioning your online alias as he does so.
You froze for a good minute, checking if your face mask –that you certainly almost forgot you were wearing– had fallen off for a moment or atleast had slipped without you noticing.
It hasn't so how...
As you overthought your mask falling, it suddenly hit you.
This man...
"I'm sorry... Are you-" you were about to ask until the man beated you to it.
"DPR Ian, Christian Yu, pleasure to meet you," Christian said, moving closer as the dimly lit area showed his features much better.
Holy fucking shit. It is Christian.
Speechless, Christian lightly chuckled at your reaction. Who knew you had a similar reaction to meeting him just like how he saw you during the concert?
Bringing you back from your priceless reaction, you spoke out, "How- Actually... Let's not do it here... " You were about to ask until you remembered the current place you two are in.
Christian, understanding your words, lit up and nodded, "Yeah, we could go back inside," Christian said, asking you to come with him and you agreed.
Although, your first idea was to just start up your vehicle for some light.
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"Wait... How long?" You asked Christian, unsure if you were hearing him correctly.
The two of you went backstage to talk about whatever the two of you wanted to talk about considering that the fan-idol thing was mutual. You still haven't fully accepted it, but it was there.
Both of you went into the lounge area as other staffs and DPR members rest and worked around the stage and backstage.
Christian went first on the talking as you still couldn't fully wrap your head around what is happening.
"So, yeah, I love your works and could say I've been a fan for a good while," Christian said, hands gesturing as he talked about you.
As he continued explaining, it suddenly hit you.
He has been a fan for a good while he said, but you've never shown your face at any point in your life in music.
Well, not entirely never.
There was one time during your early days as a music artist. It was that specific time when you deliberately –and accidentally– posted an update with a full selfie of you.
Of course, it didn't take for than an hour for you to notice and delete the post, thinking none of your early fans would notice.
You thought no one did until now as you speculate he might have seen it.
Christian, noticing you zoning out, lightly tapped on your shoulder which brought you back to reality.
"You alright?" Christian asked, concern written on his face as he thought he must've over-rambled about your music.
Shaking your head, you told him that you were fine and just thought of something.
Christian, now curious, asked what.
Sighing, you took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.
"You say you were a fan of me for a good while, but I haven't shown myself yet to my fans," You explained, tapping your face mask as you spoke. Christian tensed, already knowing that he had been caught.
"Well... You have," Christian replied, shrugging. Ah, so he did saw the post.
"You saw the post, huh?" You asked, a lightly too confident for your liking, but Christian answered in an embarrassed nod.
Chuckling, you smiled at Christian as you legitimately thought no one saw that post.
"God, you're an OG! You knew since the start!" You exclaimed, shaking your head.
Christian, attempting to disagree, tried tk reason with you, "Hey, not entirely from the start."
"But that was during my early days in music," you replied, a bit of laughter escaping you.
It then followed a banter between you and Christian on who is much more of an OG fan between the two of you and whether which had claimed more of who's albums and merch.
Time went on and Christian was called to do something regarding the rest of the stuff of the members and staff. At the same time, you decided to bid your farewell to the man as you do not wish to hinder their work any longer –to which Christian said you didn't– and left through the same entrance where your vehicle is parked.
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It has been a few days after the concert and you meeting with Christian.
You remained lounging in your desk as you scrolled through your phone, possibly doomscrolling, when a notification popped up. A message from someone.
You pressed the notification subconsciously before reading the account of who it came from.
DPR Ian.
Suddenly straightening yourself, you read the account's name again before reading the message.
"Helloo! Hope you're doing okay!"
It said in the message.
Fuck, you were never the type to message other artists no matter how much you know them, and you never had the guts to message him after the concert.
Taking a deep breath, you wrote a message and sent it to him.
"I'm fine! I hope you’re doing okay yourself after the concert."
You sent. Christian didn't respond for a good minute before reacting to your message with a heart emoji.
Another banter had followed between the two of you, this time, through your messages. Filled with laughable arguments and meme sending –to which, you think half of them he barely understands but goes along with you, boomer– before the two of you had to do your own things.
To think you would be chatting with your favorite artist like long best friends would, you must've been dreaming. But you weren't, and that is something itself.
Maybe the dream now is the two of you might be onto feeling something for each other. Yeah, that might be just a dream, but who knows?
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Archiver's Note: Reminder of how these Christian Yu entries I make are roughly inspired by the scenarios I have conducted through CAI. (P.s. This has been rotting in my drafts, I need to post this)
》 Summary: In which Christian somehow lost his dog, Lori, during their daily walk, having been with the leash unlatched on his dog's collar. In search of his dog, he finds his dog playing with another dog, along with its owner not far along. |
》 Warnings: Lost doggo(Not for long), Chill(Semi-bold)!reader, Reader has a dog that's at least twice the size of Lori, awkward but fluff, strangers to something else, neighbors(they lived in the same apartment building. |
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Shit, shit, SHIT. The word repeats on his head as he somehow loses sight of his dog, Lori. Everything was doing fine a few minutes ago. One moment, Lori was just casually sniffing something of the ground, and the next moment, she's gone, out of her leash. And being the good owner Christian is, he ran. He RAN, going back to his steps, to where he went before, everything. He isn't going to leave that doggie lost.
"Lori? Lori!" Christian called, looking around to wherever to see if Lori would come to his calls, "Lori, sweetie!" he called again. He then heard a bark, much so, a bark similar to Lori's.
He called again, running from where the sound came from.
Turning to a corner there, he found his dog, but with a few new friends. There, Lori was playfully barking and running around with another dog, at least double her size. Not too far long, there was a person standing nearby, watching over the dogs.
Christian called for his dog again, and this time, Lori stopped in her tracks and turned to her owner before running off towards him. Christian then hugged and picked up the dog before giving a slightly disappointed look at her, silently lecturing the dog to see why she ran off so suddenly.
"So... You're the owner?" a voice spoke as Christian held his dog. The voice was actually you, the person watching over the two dogs play fighting earlier, "I was wondering where the owner of that pup' is... Considering the detached latch..." you added, pointing over the metal attachment latched on the metal ring of Lori's collar. The same metal was supposed to be the one attached to her leash.
Christian lightly chuckled, albeit, a bit nervous considering the situation.
"Yeah... Sorry 'bout that, I realized it was too late when she got out of it..." Christian said, earning a wave and shake of hand from you, "It's no worries, my doggo here also had fun with her, and I believe she did too," you replied, your dog now bumping its head against your leg, a sign that it seeks your attention.
Christian nodded, now seemingly relieved that you're absolutely fine about what happened.
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The two of you chatted for a little while, pushing aside how both your dog and his are now trying to play fight again while the two of you walked.
Later on, both of you bid your farewell, Christian walking away with Lori in his arms(Leash broken, he can't risk her running off again) while you stopped for a short minute to adore your dog as well as check for anything loose like on the collar, leash, harness, and everything before continuing to walk back into your apartment building.
You thought for a moment of the man and chuckling as your mind thought of when could the two of you met again. Chuckling, you shook off the idea. He's just a stranger. You two just met. It's just a one-time thing. Those thoughts ran to your mind as you reached your apartment building.
Greeting the lady at the front, who you pay your bills to, before reaching the elevators. To your surprise, you once again met the same stranger from earlier, in front of the elevators, waiting as well.
As if faith really likes playing tricks on you, your dog lightly barked at Christian's way, his head turning your way as he heard your dog bark.
"It's you, again," Christian greeted, a happy but also surprised look on his face. "... Yeah..." you slowly said, rubbing the back of your neck and you stand behind him, waiting for the elevator too.
"When I thought of when we would meet again, I didn't think this quick..." you joked, lighting up the semi-awkward situation. Christian chuckled at that, a tinge of red in his features, "Likewise," he replied, now earning the same hue of red in your own features as you both realized each other's words in another way.
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The elevator dinged before it opened its doors for the two of you to enter.
The day was relevant early, so not many people were out nor awake at the moment. There were not many people on the ground floor of the apartment building, leaving the elevator only containing the two of you plus each other's dogs.
As Christian, with Lori still in his arms, attempted to push the button to his apartment's floor, you suddenly went forward and pressed the same floor number. Christian looked at you (a bit surprised) confusingly, now making you look confused as to why he looked at you like that. "What?" you asked, confused at him, "Its my apartment floor number," you added, earning no response from Christian.
"Wait... You lived on the same floor?" you asked, realizing his silence. He only nodded in return. As if things couldn't get any worse(or beautifully).
The two of you lived in the same building and lived on the same floor, and the cherry on top? The two of you are neighboring apartments, with his parallel to yours.
Fighting your mental discombobulation, you hastily bid Christian farewell before ushering your dog inside and closing the door behind you and sliding down onto the floor, back against the door. You placed both your hands together and into your face, trying to deny what's happening. In your defense, despite just meeting, Christian is a cute yet good-looking man, and you're not just talking about physical-wise, but also personality-wise. He's kind, albeit awkward earlier, yet he's still nice to talk to, not to mention if looks could kill, he would be one of the highest killers there is.
As you mentally combust, your dog looks at you, tilting its head as if wondering why its owner is acting like this.
Trying to mentally calm yourself, you just placed both your hands on the cheeks of your dog, tilting its head side to side as if trying to distract yourself from your on-going 'Barely met, but you already love him' moment.
Sighing, you looked at your dog once more, softly smiling before closing your eyes and leaning your head back into the door, "What am I going to do with my life...?" you asked, more to, yourself as you placed both hands back on your face.
Little did you know that someone else is having the same exact scenario as you are behind closed doors.
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Lori looked at her owner in wonder as Christian walked back and forth around his apartment, head up in the clouds. Only then did he stop when he accidentally bumped into one of the furniture. Lightly cursing as he scoots the item back to its original place just before Christian bumped it.
Deflated, he plopped down onto the sofa, hands sliding across his face as he questions himself why his mind is now thinking about the stranger he just met, you. If seeing and realizing you lived on the building he lives on too is bad, the amount of mental strength he held to not combust right then and there when he realized you were the neighbor on the other side of the hallway is immaculate.
"Goodness, Lori... Why must you drag me in like this...?" he groaned, sinking himself deeper into the sofa. Lori could only whine and bark as if she didn't know what he's talking about.
Christian could only chuckle at that. Looking out at the city below, the scenery was lovely, he thought, but those thoughts soon drifted to you. A stranger whom he just met, now making him have these things no one else can. Now, he questions himself once more with one specific question.
If these are the things you make him have just by meeting you, what else can you do to him once the two of you continue meeting 'coincidentally'?
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》 Archiver's Notes: Just a little something considering DPR Ian is back again to grab me on chokehold. Note, he already has me on chokehold ever since his performance in K-Star Spark in Bangkok.
