Something stupid, I don't know where this came from... (sorry for using lover, just trying to keep this as character-neutral as possible right now)
There are moments in this world that make us question whether we've chosen the right path and if we are where we are meant to be. This was not one of them. Looking at your lover dressed in the dumbest duck costume you've ever seen, you knew this was meant to be.
"Babe, you look ridiculous. What on earth are you wearing?"
"You said to get ready for the party. You said it was 'duck' themed," they looked at you confused.
Mind you, it is an early Sunday afternoon in the middle of summer. In no world would you have ever asked for your lover to dress in a furry, or was it feathery, full-bodied costume.
"I think the more pertinent question is, why are you just in a swimsuit? It's not even yellow," they state, unzipping the costume halfway. Again, it's warm.
"No, I said we were going to a 'dock' party. Like boats and beaches? Why would I ever take you to a 'duck' party?" you laugh.
"Well, that makes more sense. It's not like it's Halloween or something. I was really confused when you called me last night." They slowly start to undress from the costume, glad to be rid of the thing in the summer heat.
"Wait, hold on, why do you have a duck costume ready? There's no way you found this this morning."
"I don't, but my buddy had one from last Halloween. Thought it'd get them a date with a girl. It did not, but when you told me about the party, I wanted to do it right and make sure I didn't embarrass you."
"Aww, well, I thank you for trying and going along with it, no questions asked. Even if questions probably would've saved you some hassle," you smile. "Now, let me finish getting ready so we can swing by your place and get you the appropriate attire."
Turning away from them to finish up, there is no doubt in your mind that they love you, and you love them. I mean, who shows up in a duck costume, no questions asked? Someone who is absolutely head over heels for you, that's who.
[my first kiss went a little like this] Mystic Messenger Week Day 3 2020
Written for @mysmeweek2020‘s day 3 prompt: firsts! I actually had a whole collection of firsts planned, but I figured I could save that for another time.
Summary: Areum and Jihyun’s first kiss went a little like this.
A/N: I have a different OC for each route. Areum Song is the OC I use for Jihyun/V’s route. Other OCs may appear, but for this work, Areum takes on the MC’s role.
Songs While Writing: Stuck with U - Ariana Grande (with Justin Bieber), First Man - Camila Cabello, Heartlines (Acoustic ver.) - The Broods
Areum and Jihyun’s first kiss went something like this.
It was a month after Jihyun had returned to her. The whole association was gathered at their place, just taking a break from their daily lives to spend some time with each other. They had just finished dinner, everyone having scattered around the living room and broken off into different groups.
Jihyun had taken on the role of doing the dishes, Jaehee and Saeran deciding to offer their assistance. Jumin and Zen were having some sort of debate by the television set, leaving Areum, Yoosung, and Luciel to talk amongst themselves by the sofa.
Areum turned beet red and gestured for her friend to calm down. “Yoosung, please keep quiet! It’s embarrassing!”
“You’re damn right it is,” Luciel laughed. “You guys can immediately move in together, but can’t even give each other a peck on the lips?”
“We sleep in different rooms! It’s not like kissing is the only thing we haven’t done.” Areum pouted and shook her head, hanging her head low. She glares as Luciel laughs some more. Yoosung, on the other hand, looked frustrated.
“What? Don’t you want to kiss him?”
“I really don’t like where this conversation is going.”
“Come on, Areum,” Luciel teased. “You don’t want to kiss Jihyun?”
“Would you pipe down?” she said weakly. “Of course I want to kiss him! What girlfriend wouldn’t want a kiss from her boyfriend?”
“Then, why don’t you guys just do it?” Yoosung asked, exasperated. “Most couples don’t even wait a week before their first kiss—some even have their first kisses before they get together!”
“I’m glad that you seem so invested in our relationship,” Areum said, placing a gentle hand on Yoosung’s shoulder. It was stiff at first, but he relaxed after a moment. “But it’s just how it is. Jihyun and I agreed when we started this relationship that we wanted things to be natural! I won’t force a kiss on him if he doesn’t want it!”
“Well, how do you even know that he doesn’t want it?” Luciel asked, a smirk playing on his lips. “Because from what I hear—and see, because you guys have it so bad for each other—he wants it just as much as you do.”
Areum was already pretty warm in the face when this conversation started, but her face just took on an even brighter shade of red. She buried her face in her hands, the sound of Luciel’s laughter mixing with whatever rant Yoosung had gone into.
The idea that Jihyun wanted to kiss her too wasn’t far-fetched. In fact, there had been a lot of times that Areum thought he might initiate a kiss, but there was never any follow through, so she just thought she was seeing things.
“Okay, let’s please just not talk about this.”
“Not talk about what?”
Areum jumped in surprise. Jihyun’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he let out a small laugh.
“Nothing,” Areum said immediately. She turned to glare at her two companions to keep their mouths shut. Luciel held his hands up in defense, an innocent smile plastered on his face. Yoosung did the same.
“It doesn’t look like nothing,” Jihyun hummed, taking a seat between Areum and Luciel. He draped an arm across her shoulders. Almost automatically, Areum relaxed and a smile formed on her face. “What is it? Can’t I know?”
“Nope. If I tell you, then that would be talking about it. And we just said we would not talk about it.”
Jihyun pretended to pout. He angled his head closer to hers so that their foreheads were touching. Areum was forced to look into his mint-coloured eyes. She always found herself so easily lost in them. “You really won’t tell me?”
“Sorry,” she said in a sing-song voice. “No matter long you fix me with that stare, I won’t give in.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Maybe.”
Areum and Jihyun were so busy looking into each other’s eyes that they nearly forgot Yoosung and Luciel were there. Actually, they might have. They were so invested in each other that they didn’t notice Yoosung send Luciel a couple of gestures before getting up to switch places with him.
“Alright, how about this? We—mn!”
Jihyun couldn’t even finish his words. They both felt something collide with the back of their heads, causing Areum to lurch forward at the same time that Jihyun was. And before they knew it, their lips were planted on each other’s.
“Oops.” Yoosung and Luciel said in unison.
The couple pulled apart hastily, both extremely red in the face. They stammered out excuses and apologies, Jihyun bowing several times before running away into the kitchen and Areum hiding her face in her hands before sinking back into her seat, dazed. She could hear Luciel’s laughter and Yoosung’s words of disbelief, but all that registered in her head was the feeling of Jihyun’s lips on hers.
After everyone had left that night, it took a while, but Areum gathered up enough courage to go up to Jihyun and pull him into another kiss. One that was deeper, gentler, and sweeter than the one Yoosung and Luciel had initiated. Jihyun would whisper, just before he pulled her in for another kiss, that he’d been wanting to kiss her since he came home.
Areum would never admit it to Luciel or Yoosung, she absolutely refused to, but this was all thanks to them.
A/N: The first kiss they had was inspired by this post on tumblr from @ynlife.
I wanna write a gut-wrenching angst, just don't know what character to use. This is an attempt in the meantime...
"So what's your favorite color?"
And here you were, on the fourth 'first date' you've been on in two weeks. Never mind the fact that just two months ago, you were having a conversation about your future plans with the love of your life. 'How many kids did you want, if any?' 'House, condo, apartment for our future home?' 'Hey, do you wanna try going vegan for a month?'
You had loved them. They were everything to you, and you thought that you were theirs. But then, as if by magic, it all disappeared. The conversation echoed in your head constantly. The questions, even more so.
What happened? What changed? Did you do something wrong? No, you knew the answer to that one. At least the answer that they told you. It was them, not you. They fell in love with someone else. Not someone better or worse, just someone else.
You turn back to your date, trying to focus on the actual conversation happening, something about what they do in their free time. It was excruciating trying to pay attention. This date wasn't even your idea; your best friend insisted on setting you up. Get back on the saddle and all that. And that's when you heard them. Their laugh. You thought you were imagining it at first. There was no way you were hearing their laugh; you were going crazy.
Then you saw their smile. It's the first thing you saw every morning, and it's the reason you fell in love with them. Only now, it's being directed at someone else. Walking into the restaurant with nothing but love shown in every interaction they had together. Like you never existed, and maybe in their mind, you never did. Maybe the five years you spent together were nothing but a distant memory already.
They saw you. You know they did. Your eyes locked on each other briefly, but it didn't matter. You were both on dates with other people, and clearly, they were just fine with that.
"Of course I do, we've been together for five years," they scoff towards their friend like it was obvious.
"Do they know that? Like, have you told them?"
"Yes, I've told them. I mean, I think I have."
"You think you have? So you love them, and you think you've told them this? Have you shown them that you love them? Words aren't necessarily your strong suit, but you seem like an action kind of person."
They look at their friend incredulously at the questions they've been asked. Of course, they love you. You are the sun that shines and the moon they fall asleep to every night. You are their shining star that makes living worth it. So why the hell were they questioning this.
"I mean, I feel like they know. It's been five years, I'm ready to propose and I'm fairly certain that they'd say yes."
Their friend sighs, "All right, what you're gonna do is..."
...
Two hours later, they are in front of your door with flowers and tickets to a dance class for the two of you, dressed in your favorite color. Hoping beyond hope that their friend is right about this. You open the door and are a little shocked, you hadn't planned to see them tonight.
"Hi Babe, what are you doing here?"
"First, these are for you," they say handing the flowers to you. You smile and smell them before looking back up at them. "And I brought you tickets to a dance class so that we can do something together, maybe learn a new skill together."
You are still thoroughly confused, "Thank you, that sounds fun, maybe, that depends what kind of dance class it is. What's brought this on?"
"You know I love you, right? Like it's not a surprise when I say this? And if I were to ask you to marry me, which I'm not, but like if I was, you'd say yes and wouldn't think it was coming out of nowhere?"
You laugh, "Yes, I know you love me. You show me every time you make my morning drink and when you fluff my pillow before bed. The way you somehow always have fresh, warm, fluffy towels whenever I shower and make sure that I'm always home safe no matter what time of day it is. You might not tell me, but you show me in almost everything you do."
They smile. They didn't realize that they had done all these things, they just became routine once they realized they never wanted you to leave.
"Now what has gotten into you? And I would hope that if you were going to propose, it wouldn't be on a random Tuesday night while I am in my ducky pajamas."
"Well, I was talking to, you know what, it doesn't matter who I was talking to, but I just wanted to make sure you knew that you are my happily ever after and I would rather stand on hot coals for the rest of my life than not have you as mine."
"Happily ever after sounds pretty good to me," you say before kissing them. Whatever had been going on with them wasn't important right now. Right now, all you wanted to do was bask in the moment that you knew this was forever and that you were getting proposed to soon. Let's see if they can top their happily ever after speech.
I'm a bit rusty, so bear with me on this, please...
"Hey, I wanna wake up to you tomorrow."
You turn your head laughing, "You want to what?"
"I want to wake up to you tomorrow. Have that gorgeous smile be the first thing that I see," they say, walking closer to you and effectively pinning you in place against the counter.
You look at the grin that's stretched across their face and laugh again. You had been getting dinner together for the two of you. Something you didn't do often, if at all, but you felt inspired recently and wanted to give it a shot.
"Is that your way of asking me to stay the night? I thought that broke rule number two?"
"It does, but I've already broken rule number one anyways, so I don't think it matters too much what other rules we break now."
You scoff and go to turn back to the chopping you were in the middle of, "Very funny. Rule number one in happily still in place."
They settle their hand on top of yours, halting your movement and turning your attention back to them.
"Rule number one has been broken for weeks. You and I both know that. I was hoping you'd break first and say something sooner, but that wasn't happening, so I decided to take it into my own hands."
You look in their eyes, waiting for any drop of insincerity, yet all you see is genuine and whole-hearted love. In that moment, you know what they say is true. Love can be quiet and steady, it sneaks up on you, and before you know it, what was only supposed to be some fun, turned into the best part of your life.
You move your arms up on their shoulders, locking your hands behind their neck, "Yes, I'd love to spend the night, tonight and every other night afterwards."
"Fantastic," they say leaning in and kissing you softer and gentler than usual. After all, it wasn't just passion and lust anymore, it was long and loving, just as it would be for the rest of their lives.
[a kiss on the shoulder] i could spend the rest of my life just kissing you
Click here to read on AO3!
Summary: Literally just domestic fluff and an excuse to write shoulder kisses with Jihyun.
A/N: I have a different OC for each route. Areum Song is the OC I use for Jihyun/V’s route. Other OCs may appear, but for this work, Areum takes on the MC’s role. Also, I have no idea how flirting goes, so forgive the cringe. This ficlet originally started as a single chaptered fic made up of very short scenarios where Areum and Jihyun would give each other different kinds of kisses. But then I saw the kissing meme and I got too many ideas for it to be just one. So, I’ve decided to make it a series of kissing ficlets/one-shots instead!
Songs While Writing: Love - Lana del Rey, You Are In Love - Taylor Swift
Jihyun heard Areum before he saw her.
She had a habit of humming to herself when she found a new song she liked in particular. Today’s tune was sweet and light, sounding an awful lot like Andrew Lloyd Weber’s All I Ask of You.
He peers into the kitchen and sees her twirl gently away from the fridge and to the counter, still dressed in his shirt which she had gone to bed in. It was much too big for her, the sleeves needing to be rolled all the way to her elbows, her collar exposed rather than covered, and the hem falling to her knees.
Jihyun stifles a small laugh.
It’s not as though he hasn’t seen her wear his clothes before. In fact, she took his shirts so often that he had once even offered to go shopping for some more clothes with her. She declined of course, but he wasn’t too disappointed. How could he be when she looked so beautiful and his heart felt light each time?
He crosses into the room in just a couple of steps and wraps his arms around her waist, placing a quick peck to her exposed shoulder. Areum doesn’t even jump and instead continues to hum, pausing only to turn her head and give him a quick kiss on the cheek accompanied by a soft ‘good morning’.
“What are you making?” he asks, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“Just pancakes,” Areum says, resuming her humming after the words left her mouth. “As much as I love the ones you make, I figured it was my turn to make you breakfast.”
“I told you that I can take care of that.” Jihyun places another kiss on his wife’s shoulder. How he loves to pepper her with kisses. On her temple, on her cheek, on her hand, on her lips—anywhere he can get to, really. He loves that Areum was here with him, that she was in his arms, that she returned his love as much as he returned her’s. A kiss, even just on her shoulder, reminds him that she’s there, and that he’s lucky to have her.
“And I told you, this is a two-way street.” Areum leans further into his body as he places yet another kiss on her shoulder, this time leaving his lips pressed a little longer to her skin. “We both have to give and take turns, you know.”
Jihyun hums, smiling. Another kiss is pressed to her shoulder and Areum laughs. The sound of it is music to Jihyun’s ears.
Author’s Note: Word count limits are my worst enemy, which is why I need t participate in more drabble events and work on that. This was written for the first day of the RFA Discord’s drabble event! It’s also my first time really writing without any of my OCs or Jihyun, apparently, so please bear with me!
Rating: General
Pairing: Yoosung/MC
Prompt:Gardening
Final Word Count: 417 words
Summary: MC wants to start gardening and heads to the local flower shop for some tips.
There’s a ring from the doorbell as you enter the local flower shop.
Immediately the scent of flowers engulfs you and you find yourself at peace. You breathe a sigh of contentment and take a glance around, recognizing a couple of flowers your grandmother would grow in the garden over the years. You recall the many fond memories you had of watching her work around the garden, sparking your love for nature.
But now that she’s gone from this life, you figure it was up to you to maintain the garden. Except, you had no idea what went into gardening.
“Hello! Is there anything you need help with?”
You turn around, startled. In front of you was a rather attractive young man, with blond hair and bright eyes. He faces you with an adorable smile and you feel your heart beat faster.
“I, er, flowers,” You find yourself unable to form a proper sentence.
“Are you looking for flowers?” he asks, kindly, probably taking pity on you. “Is there a specific kind you’d like?”
“Yes—I mean, no. Yes and no?” You groan and take a deep breath. You’ve talked to plenty of guys before, you tell yourself. Sure, none of them were this cute, but you need to get a hold of yourself. “I would like some flower seeds, but it’s my first time actually gardening. I was hoping I could get some tips?”
The young man’s eyes sparkle.
“Of course! Why don’t we get you started with some pansies? Oh, I’m Yoosung, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you,” you say with a grateful smile. “I’m MC.”
Yoosung showed you around the shop, handing you a seed packet of pansies, and pointing out other flowers you could start with. Every once in a while, he would stop to give you little tips for a certain flower and his eyes would shine brightly, as though he could talk about flowers for hours.
“Thank you for all your help,” you say as he finishes bagging all your purchases.
“It’s no problem,” he chirps, another sweet smile sent your way. “Oh, I also wrote my number down on the receipt. Give me a call if you need more help!”
You feel your face heat up as you take the bags, but smile and promise to call. The last thing you see as you exit is Yoosung blushing as another employee with red hair teases him for handing out his number.
A/N: I’ll keep it under 400 words, I said. I can keep to the word count this time, I said. Ahhh!! I’ve never been good at writing angst, but I hope this conveyed my concept right. I’ll probably end up making this into a bigger project to (Even though none of the WIPs I have are at all close to being finished.)
Summary: So, what if MC an V knew each other in high school or something, and they pined for each other, but nothing ever came out of it :))
Your grip around the champagne flute tightens.
“Congratulations on your engagement,” you say, trying your best to make it sound like you meant it. Why shouldn’t you? Jihyun smiled so brightly when he had his arm wrapped around her waist and his eyes twinkled whenever they were locked with hers. You felt as though you were intruding on a moment. “You two look so perfect for each other.”
Beside you, Jumin makes a face. After knowing you for so long, he can see you’re lying. He looks at you in doubt, but neither of you say anything. It’s not like Jihyun—no, he goes by V now—it’s not like V notices, anyway.
“Thanks, MC,” he says, his eyes alight with joy.
His eyes lock with yours briefly, and in that moment, you swear you see it all over again. All the stolen glances, the secret smiles, the little inside jokes you shared—they flashed through your mind as though it were only yesterday that you had been seated next to the other in class. You think you may even see a wisp of longing.
You erase the thought from your mind immediately when he breaks from your gaze and returns to looking at Rika. Of course you were just seeing things, it couldn’t happen in high school, why should it happen now, when he’s so deeply in love with someone else?
“I’m happy you invited me tonight, but I’m afraid I must leave.” You push down all the feelings of regret and longing, the ache in your chest and the tears you just know are going to be flowing non-stop can wait until you are out of their sight.
“So soon?” Rika asks, eyes just a little disappointed.
For a second, you want to hate her. You want to cry and yell at her for snatching V up before you even had your chance with him, for being the one he held, kissed, woke up to, fell asleep to, smiled at—the one he loved. But you know you can’t. You can’t because it’s not her fault that she was amazing and that it drew V to her instead of you, not her fault you didn’t take a chance.
“Yeah, I have work tomorrow. I just came here for your special moment.”
You’re sure the smile you’ve plastered on your face looks fake, but if any of them notice, they don’t make note of it.
“MC, are you sure you can’t stay for even just a few more minutes?”
You look at V’s earnest eyes. Those beautiful mint eyes that you’ve always adored. You think again, maybe you shouldn’t leave. Maybe you should stay and watch him be happy. Perhaps this could be a gift to him, even if he knew nothing of how you felt.
But Rika wraps an arm around his waist too, and the ache in your chest starts becoming too much to bear.
“It’s a morning meeting, I can’t be late.” Setting the champagne glass down on a passing waiter’s tray, you muster up the brightest, sincerest smile you can. “I’m glad you found each other.”
V looks like he wants to say something, but Rika smiles back at you and thanks you, so he does the same.
You bid them farewell, shooting one last smile—one last look of longing at the happy couple, and turn to leave. You barely make it out the ballroom hall’s door when the tears start pouring. You do your best to stifle your cries until you make it out the lobby, but you couldn’t do it. There was no stopping the tight clench of your heart as you tried to erase the loving gazes shared by V and Rika from your mind, nor the painful sob clawing its way up your throat as you think that it could have been you.
A strong arm wraps around your shoulders, lifting you up just as you begin to lose the feeling in your knees.
“I’m fine,” you say, already recognising Jumin from the sleeve of his expensive suit.
“You aren’t,” he replies. “But you will be. For now, let’s get you home.”
Back inside, Rika sends V a reassuring smile.
“At least she made it.”
“Right,” V says, smiling.
He glances at the doorway his friends left through.
Maybe in another world, he thinks to himself before pushing the thought away and sending Rika another loving gaze.
