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"Hey, that statue.... It looked alive, doesn't it?"

A very late participation on a trend, forgive me. And I'm still alive.

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Prince Yeosang and Knight Seonghwa were kidnapped by a pirate crew when they were on a trip to a kingdom over the sea. They were caught by another pirate crew, that is ATEEZ and the captain Hongjoong.

It's a group of.. quite interesting people.

San was an ostracized samurai, Mingi a cowboy who's on the run, Jongho being a thief they picked up when they stopped somewhere at the Europe. Yunho had joined Hongjoong very early prior to their journey.

It was chaos; Yeosang was supposed to marry the prince of the kingdom over the sea two months ago but now he's extremely attracted to the gunman Jongho. Seonghwa on the other hand is having a beef with the captain.

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A doodle of Seonghwa I've made a while back when I'm not burden by exams.

I know he's a bunny, but at some point he gave me clingy cat vibes

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Hongjoong is an accountant at one of the most well-known fashion design company. But when no one is looking, he is an undercover agent for a movement that's going to overthrow the government.

Seonghwa is the secretary for the CEO of the said company, staying by his boss close by. Everything crucial about the company is under his finger.

They were assigned to be acquaintance to solve the reason why their business is going down.

Hongjoong shouldn't involve the idea of a relationship in his work field.

But oh boy, how he had fallen for Seonghwa. The sweet, caring and witty Park Seonghwa. The one who had managed to snatch his heart.

His friends had warned him to never fall in love. But Hongjoong is only a human. He tries to keep the secret hidden just for another day with his beloved Seonghwa.

But alas, good thing must come to an end.

Hongjoong was assigned to take out the president during the dinner that will be held by the company Seonghwa works at. The night had went eventful. He shared a dance with his beloved before facing his inevitable death, burned in the fire along with their target.

Poor Seonghwa was heartbroken. Pleading for him to be alive. But all that's left is ashes, and a picture of his beloved that he secretly took when he entered the hall.

All those secret letters, those silent whispers they shared with each other, the touches they shared when no one is watching, accompanied him until his deathbed. Reminding him of his lover, one that he couldn't share a future with.

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Seonghwa and Hongjoong were classmates and said to be academic rivals (no they're not, they just don't interact much), was given a project over the summer break; to take care of a goose.

Yes, the soulmate goose of enforcement.

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Thanks In Advance (seongjoong flower shop au)

Everyone who's close with Seonghwa knows how the man loves flowers, which isn't weird now that he opened his own flower shop.

But never in a million years did he expect someone to ask such a weird request.

Note: English is not my main language, so I apologize for any grammatical errors.

-°*•*°-

"Thank you, please come again!" The bell above the door dinged as the customer walked out. Seonghwa sighed as he still have orders needs to be done by Valentine's day, that's two days away.

He had opened his flower shop, "Utopia", several years back, right after his degree. At first, he only had some elders coming in to see the flowers but over time, the words spread. More people come in to buy flowers for their parents, lovers, or funeral.

But that doesn't help the fan girls he got over the years,asking whether he's single or if they could take him on a date. He couldn't bring himself to reject them directly so he made excuses;

Sorry, I have a grocery run later and this week is full of orders,

Sorry, my friends stole my ps4 and I need to take it later,

Sorry, I need to take my fish on a walk,

He prayed for the day he could drive all of them away without being a heartbreaker.

-°*•*°-

Seonghwa was making the last order for the day; a bouquet for their mother's birthday. He was about to wrap the flowers when the bell rang loudly and the counter was slammed. He was about to cuss the fuck out of the person when they asked;

"How do I passive-aggresively say fuck you in flowers?"

Seonghwa looked up in confusion. The man, a bit shorter than him by several inches, in a biker's jacket with sand coloured mullets haircut and a golden frame glasses perched on his nose. If Seonghwa said he's not attracted to him then he's a big ass liar that Wooyoung and Yeosang will always bring it up to his deathbed.

The man looked at Seonghwa with determination as if he knew how to solve his problem. Seonghwa cleared his throat;

Okay, Seonghwa focus. Don't lose your shit over some godly good looking man.

"Hey, I'm sorry if it's a big request and it's almost your closing time but you're the only one opened right now so," he explained while taking a step back, wondering if he had overstepped any boundaries.

"No, just one sec," Seonghwa wrapped the forgotten flower bouquet and put it aside, the customer will take it tomorrow. "Now, you said you wanted to say fuck you in flowers?"

He leaned forward, interested in why would someone asked such flowers. It's so petty that he needs the backstory.

"Well, my asshole of an ex asked to get back together with me when I already caught him cheating for God knows how many," he placed his hand on the counter, face scrunched in disgust.

Seonghwa would sympathize with him, but seriously, that guy deserve nothing other than worse things to happen on him for breaking this cute guy in front of him.

Wait cute??

Seonghwa's cheeks heated up a bit with that thought and internally slapped himself. "Actually, you can say fuck you in flowers, but I just need to make sure, does he even know flowers languages? Like, what certain flowers mean and what goes well to reciprocate it?" He needs to make sure or all of this will give to waste.

"Oh, yeah. He majored in agriculture back then and too invested in flowers. So if he doesn't know the meaning then I guess he's a fat ass liar."

Good, he could work with that.

"So, do you wanna know which flower means which? I mean, it could be for your future reference."

Seonghwa why are you offering such things??

The man smiled, oh my does his stomach does a full acrobatics acts. "Sure! And oh, I forgot I haven't introduced myself," - he reached out a hand, - "Kim Hongjoong." Seonghwa hold out his hand, "Park Seonghwa."

-°*•*°-

"So, geranium for stupidity, foxglove insincerity, meadowsweet as in uselessness, yellow carnation disappointed and orange lilies for hatred," Hongjoong listed out one by one the flowers Seonghwa had showed him.

The bouquet itself kinda petty but hey, he wanted nothing more to do with that asshole.

"Yes! That's cool you managed to memorize these flowers quickly," Seonghwa placed all the flowers carefully on the wrapping paper. "You know, how about you bought him a cake, his favorite cake and boldly written fuck you on top of it?"

Petty Seonghwa is a Seonghwa you don't want to mess with.

"Oh God, I love that. Wait, let me called San. His bakery should be closed by 10," Hongjoong took out his phone and dialed the number.

"Wait, you know San? As in Choi San the baker who kick asses on the weekends? Son of the Choi family that owns a taekwondo studio?" Seonghwa stopped his hands from arranging the flowers, looking at Hongjoong as if he grew a second head.

"Yeah, I knew him during college, he's in culinary while I'm in music but we share a few classes together." He placed the phone on his ears and make a quick order. Then he ended the call when they heard some screaming at the end of line.

"Don't worry, he's not dead. Mingi and Yunho was trying to make the highest chairs stack to which one of it almost fell on them."

Seonghwa snorted at that. Mingi and Yunho has always been known as the local troublemakers. Then a realization set in, "Wait, if you know San, Mingi and Yunho, how come I've never heard of you?"

San loves to share stories while Mingi and Yunho can't never shut up if there's something interesting. So for them not telling Seonghwa about this man, there must be something they're hiding.

"San had known me since college. Mingi was featured in several of my tracks and Yunho made a choreography for some of my tracks recently." Hongjoong placed his phone in his pocket, "So it's normal for you to not heard of me before cuz we are fairly new to each other, besides, I just moved somewhere near recently."

That explains a lot.

"Wait, tracks? Are a singer or something?" Seonghwa was ready to run if it's some uprising singer in front of him right now.

Hongjoong laughed, "No, no, just some underground rapper and my main job is a producer."

"Oh...okay. I was scared for no reason."

They laughed at his demeanor. "So, when can I pick up the flowers?" Hongjoong swiftly took out his wallet.

"As early as tomorrow, as late as Valentine's."

"Oh? Closed during Valentine's. Do you have a date?"

Seonghwa placed the foxglove at the sides for the bouquet when he sighed. "No, the last person I dated said I was 'too much' or 'clingy', which might be true but still, it doesn't hurt less."

Oh how he doesn't want to remember the one that gave him too much hopes and dreams then left him burning, like Icarus to the Sun.

"Oh shit, I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry, please don't cry," a hand wiped his cheek. Seonghwa hadn't realized when did he cried but when he does, he can't really stop.

"S-sorry, it's just that, whenever I thought about him, it's always a bad memory and I couldn't remember if there was any happy memories with him." Seonghwa broke down even more. He's usually not like this but somehow he felt like he could be fragile around Hongjoong.

As if he could catch Seonghwa before he fell to deep.

"Hey, no need to apologize. You feel what you feel. I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked that. That was insensitive of me," Hongjoong continued wiping his tears.

"It's fine, I wasn't expecting be crying like this when those shits happened years ago," he snickered. He hates how he always deep in the feels. The crying had died down a bit. "Sorry but, where were we at?"

"Wait, now I don't remember anything before I asked about your date and you broke down-" Hongjoong stunned at his feet, trying to remember.

"Oh, right. The payment and pick-up time."

"Ah, right."

Once the payment was done, Hongjoong slipped a paper on the counter. "If you ever wanna talk about something random, you can call or text me. I like talking to you."

Seonghwa really hoped that the pink on Hongjoong's cheeks were illusions his eyes playing.

"I might only talk about Lego's, Star Wars and random romcoms. You sure about this?" He gave a questioning look. "I don't want you to regret it later."

Hongjoong smiled, genuinely, "Yes, I've never been certain like this before beside the time I was choosing music and art as my majors."

Seonghwa smiled, "Then, I'll text you later."

After saying their partings, Hongjoong was about to leave when he remembered, "Hey, you said I could take the flowers on Valentine's, and you don't have a date, right?"

Seonghwa nodded.

"Then, after I send off those flowers, I'll pick you up for a date. How's that sound?"

Seonghwa blushed profusely. The cute guy asking him on a date after saying 'fuck you' to his ex lover on Valentine's.

"Sure, I only opened from 6 to 10 on Valentine's morning, the rest of the day is free." Hongjoong grinned at that, "Well, it's set then."

He closed the door and the bell dinged. Valentine's in two days and Seonghwa just wished the day would come by quick.

-°*•*°-

It did come by quickly. He was watering some of the flowers outside his shop when he heard some running.

Well, not running exactly.

Sprinting.

"Seonghwa!!"

Hongjoong stopped besides him, one hand holding a box, possibly the cake, smiling blindly and all Seonghwa wanted to do is squish those cheeks and kiss him.

Okay, maybe the kissing is too fast but he really wanted to squish those cheeks.

"Hongjoong, you're early," he calmly said even when his brain is on overdrive of how cute this small man in front of him.

"Just wanna pick up the flowers and take you out quick," Hongjoong shrugged. "Do you have any place in mind for our date later?"

The raven head thinks for a moment. "Nope, nothing comes in mind." He invites Hongjoong inside the shop, placing the watering tin on the counter and picks the bouquet he done last night.

"Here, the flowers, and how about you surprise me for the date?" Seonghwa smiled, tilting his head to the side a bit.

Hongjoong grinned, "Well, you're up for a ride then."

All Seonghwa remember was a peck on his cheek and the bell ringing as the sandy haired man ran out, saying something he couldn't care about.

-°*•*°-

The bell rang for the nth time, Seonghwa sighed as he got up, he's gonna lock that door for good.

"I'm sorry but I'm not interested in you if you're thinking on a date for today."

"Ah, but I thought we already planned one?"

Seonghwa looked up quickly, the crack on his neck might concerns him another time, but not now when he sees the sandy mullet and the black biker jacket.

"Hongjoong..." The said man chuckled.

"I'm taking it as there's a lot of your fangirls asking you out, yeah?"

He took slow steps towards the smaller man, and pulls him into a crushing hug.

Hongjoong patted his back, laughing slightly. "Tired, aren't ya?"

The raven head nodded on his shoulder.

"C'mon, I bought two sets of flower Lego. Thought that might be realizing for you?"

Seonghwa looks at him with excitement. Hongjoong would compare him to an excited black cat with those round eyes.

"Yeah, that sounds good. My apartment is upstairs, so we can do it there."

Hongjoong smiled, "Let me get it from my bike then we can have our lil Lego date."

Seonghwa's face brighten at that.

You should be my boyfriend.

"I will, if asked me seriously," Hongjoong looked at him without hesitation in his words.

Fuck, did I say it out loud?

"So, what do you say, Seonghwa?" He cupped his cheek.

"Wanna be boyfriends?"

The blush was prominent as he leans oh his palm.

"If you don't mind, I would like too."

"Then boyfriends it is."

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Seonghwa is a death angel, tasked to find ghosts and brings them back to the afterlife (which is actually just a court with a long ass waiting line).

Hongjoong was cursed (that's what people says, he thinks he was gifted), he can change any part/the whole of his body into any weapon (explosives is not included) and was tasked to kill demons that's causing ruckus in the human world.

Both of them works together, and yes, they're dating.

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I'm coming back with more brainrot that little to no people will actually see it.

So don't mind me babbling nonsense

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An alternate universe where seonghwa is a deity of the night who is too bored with his job then decided to be a singer disguised as a human and got hongjoong as his producer.

His goals;

1. Sells at least three full-albums

and

2. Don't fall in love with fucking Kim Hongjoong

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Just remembered that one Tumblr post I found on Pinterest where someone was asking how to say "fuck you" in flower language. And now I think I might make a seongjoong au out if it

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"I hate the fact that I love you too much that I can't bear seeing you be with someone else."

"And I hate that my heart doesn't beat the same when I'm with you."

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Some brainrot that won't leave my brain ffs

#1

An angel kid (literally) was playing in the garden when they found an injured baby snake in a bush or anywhere and tended it then released it few days after. "Once you're out, don't come back here, it's dangerous," they said. The few days stays made the kid to be very fond of the snake, which is a problem cuz they're easily attached. So when they had to released it, they shed a tear or two.

After some time, the snake would return and have a moment or two with the kid until they reached 16 that it never came back, and everything went shit. They were kicked out from heaven and had to be a very much mere human. They were reborn and still have the memory of the past life.

As human, they got a very good friend group and when they're 16 in human age then the heaven or something like that tried to either kill them or take them back. The snake, which is a shape shifter, protect them from being taken away with all of their life.

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#2

Your sibling had been begging for you to bring a date to their wedding since your mother had been asking of you're into anyone at the moment.

And it's either you bring a date or she'll arrange one for you and wait for the right moment that before you know it, you're married.

Not wanting some random date at the party, you decided to take your lifetime ride-or-die best friend as the date. Coincidentally, they also need a date for their cousin's party.

The gap between the wedding and the party were only two weeks apart, means you have two weeks to spend as a couple so it won't raise suspicion.

A week before the wedding was when you guys went on a full day date just to fill up the gallery in your phones. After all the occasion, the events went smoothly and now you already caught feeling.

I mean, ain't that the storyline for most "fake-lover" trope?

It's either you confess and something good happened

or

You confess and things went downhill

or

You confess and nothing happened.

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#3

When you love that person too much that you pledge to yourself, you won't let your heart to fall in love other than the person.

"For I forbid my heart from falling for someone other than you"

You couldn't express your love as you have to be with someone else and you could only watch them from afar. But your heart yearns to be held in those arms, hands caressing your hair when things goes wrong, a shoulder to cried on, a someone who still see the shine in you when the world is against you.

It might not be now, but soon, the pledge won't die as long as your heart beats for them.

"Let this feeling only within to me, just enough for you to know."

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Intro cuz finally I'm back

Hello, I'm back from the deepest hole of life and death. From now on, this will be where I scream all of my brainrot whether it be anime or kpop. I'll mostly post some bits of fanfic thoughts I have from listening to music or anything. And I draw sometimes so ye.

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I don't know if anybody needs this shit but

[THIS USER WOULD LIKE TO SAY "PLEASE FUCK OFF FROM MY LIFE" THANK YOU]

Was made for my friend but I thought some people on the internet might need it too

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By fate, we met

By choice, I stay

That's what Kiyoomi read when he was a teenager; cheesy romance novels and love stories he could only read.

By fate, we met

By choice, I stayed

By heart, I'm letting you go now

And that's how Kiyoomi let go of Atsumu who is living while he is dead.

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MSBY 4 IN THE KITCHEN

Atsumu : Bokkun, can ya pass tha chillies? It ain't spicy enough.

Bokuto : *pushes Sakusa next to Atsumu* Is it spicy now?

Sakusa : I'm not the chillies or anything. I'm a full course meal.

Hinata, sipping his tea : That sounds gay to me.

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Sakusa is a simple person. Make a schedule, follow it, allow intrusion as long as it doesn't messed up his schedule; he's fine and good.

But he never thought about the postman that came to his parents' house while he's reading, giving his admission letter to the college he dreamed of; is the guy from the national with bad hair dye job, Miya Atsumu.

"Oh, Sakusa! Fancy ta see ya! This must be yers then," he gave the envelope with the prestige college badge on it.

"Oh...thanks."

"D'ya have any water? Mine was finished before I came here". Sakusa get inside to get a glass and cold water for the blonde. When he gave it, Atsumu drank with much pleasure; it's summer after all. "Thanks, Sakusa!" He gave the glass.

"Didn't you live in Hyogo? How are you in Tokyo?" Sakusa asked. "Ah! I'm doin some jobs before I go ta pro. I'm still waiting for my letter," Atsumu said, eyeing the book Sakusa's holding.

"Ya really love poetry ain't cha?" Atsumu said, mentioning the book he's holding. "Uhh yeah. At least I'm not too bored on some days like this," he scratched his nape. "Oh well I'll be in Tokyo fer a few weeks so hope ta see ya again, Omi!" Atsumu ran out from the door.

Omi? Really?

So.. Kiyoomi did see the blonde every other day, for almost two weeks. Most of it were his father's letters and some sale promotions his mother got.

"Omi, let's change numbers!" Atsumu said one time after nth time to his house. "And for what?" "So we still can talk everyday! I don't wanna talk to ya just by me sendin' those letters," he pouted.

"No, talking to you like this is already a burden I didn't consent to."

"Omi!" He gasped.

Just like every story ever written about this two dorks, Atsumu never stopped asking. And alas, Kiyoomi gave in; with a rule that Atsumu cannot text him at 3 am.

So the blonde texted him right during his skincare routine, before he went to bed.

Blonde Miya

Omi, tomorrow's my last day 'ere in Tokyo, so....wanna hang out?

Me

No, totally not.

Blonde Miya

C'mon! I'll pay ya fer everythin'!!!(╯°□°）╯

Me

What place you got in mind?

Blonde Miya

There's a new cafe just opened at the junction near ya house! Let's go there!(・∀・)

Me

K, 2 pm you're paying for everything. You can't cancel it or I will kill you myself.

Blonde Miya

Ya bet!! (◠‿◕)

By now, it's almost about two months he's here. And Atsumu will leave Tokyo tomorrow. Well, at least the blonde won't disturb him anymore. He will get his well sleep night.

But there's a lump in his throat.

Atsumu will leave Tokyo.

Atsumu will leave his job.

Atsumu will leave him.

Wait what?

What's with the last one?

He wasn't his to begin with.

He has no right on how the blonde should live his life.

Somehow I just want to be a part of it

"Omi! Ya came!" Atsumu exclaimed. "No one should refuse some free food," he walked to the blonde. "Let's get in! I'll pay ya fer everythin' today." Kiyoomi get inside, "Then hurry up."

"So how the hell were you in Tokyo? And worked as a postman? Really?" Kiyoomi took a bit of his cheesecake. "One, my twin's 'ere, studyin' business and culinary. Two, just wanna companied 'im fer a while, he has bad homesickness. Three, just wanna get sumn money and maybe got my letter earlier."

Letter?

Oh.

He's going to pro.

"So did you got your letter yet?" Atsumu munched his blueberry muffin, "Yep! Right before 'm bout ta text ya!" Kiyoomi hummed. "Which and where?" "MSBY Black Jackals, Osaka." "That's about an hour or something to your hometown right?"

"Yeah, ma's alone there; don't wanna leave her." Atsumu took a sipped on his ice blended latte. "Isn't there already a team at Hyogo?" He raised his eyebrows. "There is, but ma said she's tired of seeing my face."

They fall into a comfortable silence. "And Kiyoomi, I wanna tell ya something." Kiyoomi looked at him. It's rare for Atsumu to suddenly said someone's full name; since he's one of those people that easily gave everyone a nickname. "What is it?"

He took a deep breath; "I actually like you, so much. And I initially wanted this to be a date, but, I know ya don't feel the same, so." He drifted back to his accent. 'I have ta catch my train in an hour, so lemme pay fer ya food." Atsumu stood up.

"Ah right," they stood up and went to the counter. True to his words, Atsumu paid everything. And he can't hide the fact that he wanted to pay it back; "Let me send you to the station."

"Huh? Omi ya don't have ta," he laughed it off. "I want to. That might be the last thing you would only allowed me to do today."

And because you said you wanted this to be a date.

"Well, okay, if ya insisted." They got into Kiyoomi's car (which he took the lesson right after high school), and went to the Miya's apartment. "Samu's not 'ere since he got classes, even tho he said he wanted ta send me off."

That's nice.

Having someone cares for you.

"Ya wait 'ere, I'll get my stuff." Atsumu ran off to the elevator; leaving Kiyoomi in the car, to deal with his thoughts alone. He let out a sigh.

Atsumu likes him.

Atsumu likes him so much.

Does he likes Atsumu?

He doesn't know. It's a question he's been asking himself for a while, way before the blonde sent his letter, nor the day at the national training camp.

He fell for him once he saw the blonde during his first year, years ago. Now, being an adult with a rational mindset and wiser than his age; he should be able to say clearly what he's feeling for Atsumu.

But all he got was a cloudy vogue answer.

A knock on his window woke him. Atsumu tilted his head towards the back of the car. He opened the boot, letting the blonde to fill his bags. Atsumu went back at the passenger seat. "Thanks, Omi. And sorry if I take too long," he pulled the seatbelt. "It's fine," putting the car on gear.

"So uhh this is it I guess?" Atsumu rubbed his nape, anxious, unsure, sad, Kiyoomi can't tell. The platform is busy with people going back from work. "Yeah..... I guess it is..." Kiyoomi put his hands in his pockets. Autumn is early this year. As he thought about it, Atsumu shivered.

"Brrr... The fuck is wrong with these seasons in Tokyo? Fucking hot and fucking cold. Where's the normal temperature?" Atsumu cursed under his breath. Which reminds him....

Wait here for a bit. Your train is about 15 minutes from now right? Kiyoomi asked in rush. Uhh yeah why? Wait here. From the car to the platform was about 8 minutes, if he sun he could make it. He ran to his car, at the passenger seat and open the box.

He has a spare scarf there in case he forgot his. Thank god you finally will be useful. He locked the car and ran back. Atsumu, fiddling with his fingers, looked at Kiyoomi weirdly. Omi why are ya- Here. Take this.

The train stopped in front of them. "Omi I can't- the train's here." Kiyoomi wrapped the scarf around his neck. "I don't care. I would rather have you dead by me killing you than you die cause of cold". Atsumu smiled, "Thanks, Omi."

He got inside the train and waved to him. It's their last time to see each other for a while- or years. Kiyoomi doesn't mind.

If fates wants them to be together, they will be together.

They still keep in touch. Kiyoomi being a stressed out student he is and Atsumu playing volleyball with a popularity like an idol (which he is, he's a Dv.1 volleyball player for fuck sake). All is well for them.

Omi-omi ( ╹▽╹ )

I got an offer to some division 1 teams.

Me

That's great Omi-omi!! (≧▽≦)

Me

OH AND CONGRATS FER YA MVP COLLEGIATE TITLE!!!

Me

Damn who would've thought ya would got that

Omi-omi ( ╹▽╹ )

Wow look who's saying that while still being lower than me.

Me

SHUT YER MOUTH OMI OMI

Me

And tell me

Me

Which team d'ya choose???

Omi-omi ( ╹▽╹ )

None of your business.

Me

OMI OMI (╯°□°）╯

Omi-omi ( ╹▽╹ )

Kidding. I'm not telling you.

Me

Omi..... Really??

Me

Omi....

Me

Oi

Me

Ya scrub

Atsumu huffed in annoyance. That germaphobe guy..... He's a red flag for relationship. Fucking keeping everything to himself....

Maybe that's why he likes him.

Me

Hey, Miya. I'm in Osaka. Wanna hang out?

Blonde Miya

WAIT WHAT WHY YA DIDN'T TELL ME YA SCRUB

Me

Since I don't want anyone to know about it.

Blonde Miya

Wait 'm in tha middle of practice so I'll get back to ya realllll quick (• ▽ •)

Me

Whatever and whenever you want, Miya.

Kiyoomi waited at the bus stop Atsumu told him. It's only been 5 minutes since he arrived and there's no sign of the blonde. "Omi!!! Sorry 'm late!" Kiyoomi looked up to see the setter; now with a platinum blonde hair instead of weird pissed golden blonde hair.

"Glad you take note about that," he put his phone in his jacket. "How 're ya still alive wearin' a jacket? It's almost summer??" They starts to walk. "Even if it's burning like an oven in here, I might still being cold like a fridge," he deadpanned. "Looks like runnin' hot does give ya some advantages, eh?"

"Hearing it from someone who literally wears shorts during a snowstorm, maybe."

The walk to the restaurant Atsumu recommended wasn't long. They took a seat and take their orders. "So, Omi-omi. Tell me, where 're ya goin' fer pro?" Kiyoomi raised his eyebrow. "I told you I won't tell you," he took of his mask. "I thought we're friends! Ain't friends told each other their secrets??" Atsumu took offence.

"I've known you for years; and you are the last people to tell a secret to." "Rude Omi-omi," he huffed.

The meal was nice. The calm atmosphere during a spring morning; it's calming. "Hey Atsumu, do you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend yet?" Atsumu looked up from his spaghetti. "Uhh... No I don't. Why're ya askin'?"

Kiyoomi put down his fork.

"Let's date."

.

.

.

"Huh? Wait Omi, are ya serious??" Atsumu stared at Kiyoomi, trying to keep his face cool from making a smile.

(Tell me who the fuck isn't happy when their crush suddenly asked you to date them?)

"Well, my parents asked me to get a life partner and my first thought was you and...." Kiyoomi trailed off.

"And..?" Atsumu waited.

"I like you too. Sorry I responded to your confession years ago right now."

"Eh wait....when did I confessed to ya?" Atsumu sounded confused. Kiyoomi frowned, "About 5 years ago or so, at a new cafe recently opened around my neighborhood, that you excitedly told me, during your time working as a postman at Tokyo while accompanied your twin as he's in college and you're the one who-"

"OKAY OKAY STOP," Atsumu hid his reddening face in his hands. "Ya still remembered it after all those years?" He looked into Kiyoomi's eyes through his fingers. All he sees was a pair of eyes, filled with amusement, adoration and something he can't pinpoint.

Atsumu has known Kiyoomi the longest;- besides Komori-, so he knew that Kiyoomi mostly shows his emotions through his eyes. Atsumu can tell which are which, but not this time.

"I do, Atsumu. It's hard to forget the guy who confessed to me and have to leave Tokyo right away after eating cheesecake. Plus, he won't even let me told my feelings," he hold Atsumu's hand. "So I'll ask you once again; will you be my boyfriend?"

Atsumu smiled, "Hell, yeah."

"BUT YA HAVE TA TELL ME WHERE ARE YA GETTIN' YER ASS INTO!" Kiyoomi snorted. "Maybe next time."

"Alright everyone! We're having new people to the team. So don't scare them; which goes for Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata." Coach Foster glanced at Atsumu; which he frown. Foster walked to the main door and someone followed from behind. "Oh! Sakusa-kun!!" "Sakusa-san!!" Bokuto and Hinata jumped to the spiker.

"Hey guys! Calm yer ass down!" Meian grabbed the two by the collar before dragging them to the court. "That was not a welcome I initially thought of," he frowned at the two. "Welcome, Sakusa-kun; I'm Samson Foster, your coach; and you may introduce yourself to the team."

Kiyoomi turned to the team; "Sakusa Kiyoomi, wing spiker, used to play for Itachyama academy and Watanabe college volleyball team. Hope we can work together."

"Omi! Ya should've told me before ya goin' fer Jackals!" Atsumu bumped Kiyoomi on the shoulder. "Well, I did say it's a surprise so.. did it work?" "Sort of," he got inside of Kiyoomi's car. "So whose gonna get dinner?" "Us, simple."

"Says tha one that fuckin hid the team his goin' fer from his boyfriend."

"And says the one who never gave back my scarf years ago."

"Ya never asked fer it!"

"And you never guessed about it."

Their relationship may be weird in some eyes, even from the way they met and how they get together and they kept on pining for each other for years; some people may think how come they haven't tried to kill each other yet?

Easy.

They're in love your honor.

And you can't do anything if fates wants them to be together.

A/N: I don't know what kind of monster I just created in a span of weeks and it's going no where. If you have reached here, thank you for reading and for fuck sake none of my writings are betaed and everything is OOC so take that with what you will. I'll be back in maybe few days or a week with maybe my art or writing.