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loveharlow · 8 months

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PAIRING‧₊˚ Racer!JJ x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ [3.5K] During a race against Rafe, JJ's the victim of poor sportsmanship, leaving his girlfriend and the crew to not only patch him up but defend his honor as well

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of injuries, foul play, mentions of blood, self-endangerment, degrading names, mild violence, mentions of abuse

A/N‧₊˚ I am super shocked that I have not seen this AU anywhere, like if JJ had any alternative personality, I feel like a racer is my first thought and this just became my favorite version of him.

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UNRULY TEENAGE POGUES FROM EVERY CORNER OF THE CUT were tucked onto a vacant street as two daring boys, who held a grudge against one another since seemingly the beginning of time, geared up to race against the other.

Every weekend, kids on The Cut gathered on any unoccupied back street, preferably off of Shoupe's radar, to watch the unorthodox relay— where two bike-obsessed, thrill-seeking teenagers went head to head. For being an unofficial Pogue event, it was fairly well organized.

There were mechanics who made sure the bike were good to go, flag girls who strut their stuff in checkered outfits and signaled for them to go, and people like you who advised your racer of their route, their speed, and whatever else to make sure they got to the finish line first.

So, while the crowd cheered, you were busying yourself with securing JJ’s helmet as he strapped on his gloves. You pushed his head up after he looked down to fiddle with the velcro strap for the fifth time.

“Someone’s a little rough tonight. You alright, mama?�� He questioned, the only readable part of his expression being his eyes that peeked through the small part of the hard headgear. You offered no response, only continuing to loop the straps through the adjustments before he grabbed your wrists gently, lowering them in front of his chest.

“Talk to me.” His voice was slightly muffled and his concern gleamed through his eyes.

“It’s just…” You started apprehensively, looking to your left where Rafe Cameron and some kook chick stood in a similar stance, her adjusting his helmet before tapping him on the head. “If you don’t dust his ass, we won’t hear the end of it. But I don’t want to put that kind of pressure on you...”

JJ bent his knees slightly, bringing his face closer to yours. “Hey, there’s no pressure. I’ve been doing this way longer than him and you know how that asshole gets; too blinded by his own rage to do anything right.” He assured you, speaking hearteningly.

“The thing is, I may have already come up with a...system, of sorts…” You started, avoiding JJ’s eyes as they fell into confusion. “C’mere.” You mumbled, slipping your wrists out of his grip to grab one of his, leading him to your setup off to the side of the main road where the bikes waited to be driven— two portable laptops, a keyboard, and your headset that connected to the mic inside of his helmet lay on the small table. You released his wrist in exchange for pointing at the dimly lit laptop screens, a path outlined in red on the screen.

“What’s this?” He asked, bending down next to you to view the monitor.

“I made a slight alteration in your route.” You started. “You already know how to read this; the red line is your entire path, the yellow dots are your mile markers, the flag is the finish line, yada yada.” You continued, trailing your finger up the display and stopping on the fifth yellow dot. “Right here is where I made a change. Originally, I was going to have you follow along to the end of the road and make your right turn to the finish line as sharp as possible to cut down on the speed lost during the turn…”

“Mhm.”

“But this is a street race, so we can bend the rules. Considering, y'know, there aren't any.” You tapped the panel with your finger twice for emphasis. “Once you hit the five mile marker, I made it so that you’ll veer off the main road. You’ll end up on another street, much more narrow and risky but you can do it and it cuts down the distance between you and the finish line by an entire mile, leaving Rafe a good distance behind you.”

“And how will I know when to make the turn?”

You looked up at him in question. “The same way you always do — I’ll tell you. Just keep your mic on and make sure that you can hear me.”

“And you’re sure this’ll work?” He was looking down at you now, standing to his full height.

“No.” You were honest, this was JJ’s well-being, and his reputation, on the line. Lying wasn’t in his best interest. “But I’ve gone over it in my head so many times, you wouldn’t believe it. This is our best shot.”

He let out a deep breath, shaking his shoulders out and bouncing slightly on his feet.

“If you don’t think this'll go smoothly, we can stick to the original route-”

“No, no, It’s good. I’m good.” Once he was steady and unmoving, you looked him in the eyes — any sign of uncertainty and you were going back to the original plan. But as you scanned his eyes, you couldn’t find one. So without any other protests, you nodded and edged closer to him, kissing the side of his helmet.

“Ok then.” You turned your head towards your station once more, picking up your headset and adjusting it to your head, leveling the small microphone with your lips. “You better get out there.” You encouraged, head tilting in the direction of his waiting bike, hearing your own voice in your ears due to the close proximity.

“You got me?” He asked.

“Always.” You smiled, turning to make sure everything with your display was up to speed. JJ took the opportunity to grab a small handful of your ass considering you were bent over the table slightly. “Get away from here.” You chuckled, swatting his gloved hand away.

“Can’t help myself.” He joked, retreating towards his motorcycle with his hands up in mock surrender.

As you hit keys and adjusted settings, you could hear the crowd get louder as the boys mounted their bikes. You took your eyes off the monitors in front of you to see the flag girl strutting between the two with the checkered banner held high in the air, crossing one leg over the other as she walked to the front, the crowd dying down as she turned to face the two boys.

It was a small pause, a brief second, then she was bringing the flag down like a hammer on a nail and all that was heard was cheers and engines popping, tires creating clouds of smoke in the empty space behind the vehicles as the bikes practically launched themselves off the concrete.

You wasted no time in whipping your view back to the monitors, the icon that resembled JJ’s bike position moving fast along the path.

“Hey, J, can you hear me?”

“Crystal clear, baby.”

You smiled, letting your elbows rest on the wooden surface, eyes never leaving the bright interface, watching as JJ practically zipped past the first mile marker.

“You’re doing good, alright? Keep going at this pace for now, but once you start to come up on your turn, you’ll need enough time to slow down. It’s a narrow path, JJ. I need you to focus.”

“I hear you.”

“Good.” You continued watching as the crowd watched the race on a bigger monitor that was set up within their view, watching the live feed from small cameras attached to both of their bikes streaming side-by-side. It wasn’t long before JJ passed the second marker, then the third, coming up on the fourth.

“Okay, this is where you need to decrease your speed. Not too much, about two-thirds of what you’re going now.”

“If I do that, I’ll fall behind.”

“No, you won't.”

“Baby, I'm telling you. He’ll pass me and be miles ahead before I even reach the mile marker.” His tracker was showing that he hadn’t dropped his speed at all and he needed to if this was going to work.

“Listen to me. The path is shorter and allows you to travel less distance, you'll still be ahead. Slow down, now.”

You could hear him sigh into the mic. “We're doing this your way.” He said almost skeptically, like he didn’t believe this was his way to the finish line. Your eyes zeroed in on the computer screen, watching him roll through the forth mile marker at a more compatible speed.

“Okay, edge towards the right side of the road to get further out of Rafe’s peripheral. If he sees you, he might follow.”

You watched him veer off down the path with no issue. A bright smile crept onto your features as you silently cheered to yourself. “Yes! Okay, we can do this. Just keep going, J. You’re not far from the end.”

“The hell?” JJ’s voice boomed on the other side of the line. His tracker icon swerving side to side on the screen. “Shit! He’s tailing me!”

“What?” You could feel the way your face immediately fell.

“He reversed his fucking bike to follow me... Dammit!” His frustration was as clear as day, the sound of engines revving growing louder in the mic. The crowd's demeanor changed as well, causing your vision to reluctantly drift over to the large TV monitor, watching as Rafe’s side of the screen grew closer and closer to the back of JJ’s bike.

“JJ, speed up!”

“I’m going as fast as I can! Is there a way off this damn road?!”

“No, there isn’t! When I- fuck!”

You were frantic, hands above your head as you paced around in your space. Eyes never leaving the screen as the crowd grew more and more anxious.

You were trying to think. If this were any other person, your assumptions that they would run your boyfriend into a ditch would be low. But this was Rafe Cameron. A man with something severely wrong with him. And you could hear your heartbeat racing, thump after thump, as you watched Rafe’s bike grow close enough to collide with JJ’s back tire, sending him flying off of the bike into the middle of the street. The screen showing JJ’s bike view as it slid across the concrete before glitching out.

The crowd grew half-angry with Rafe’s actions and half-shocked, loud protests breaking out as arms flew in the air. Your eyes burned with tears and your voice croaked as you practically hollered into the speaker unit. “JJ?! I swear to God, can you hear me?!”

You snatched the headset off your head before making a b-line for your own bike that you’d rode here, wasting no time in knocking the kickstand and taking off. The wind blasted the tears out of your eyes as you followed the path you’d mapped out yourself, coming up on the road where you could see your boyfriend curled up into an unmoving ball.

Your bike screeched as it came to a halt while you hastily hopped off with not a care in the world as it clambered to the ground. You almost tripped over your own feet as you ran towards JJ, skinning your knees as you fell to your knees next to him before you stopped running practically sliding before you flipped him over onto his back.

“C’mon…” You mumbled to yourself as you worked on getting the helmet off of his head, throwing it to the side without caution as his face was exposed to you — blood leaking from his nose and trickling from his now split lip accompanied by a large bruise on his cheek. He was coughing and groaning and you were too focused on scanning him for more injuries that you didn’t hear the distinct rumble of John B’s van pulling up, five distressed friends who had been watching from the sidelines piling out of the vehicle and surrounding the both of you.

“Oh my-”

“Is he okay?!”

“Does he look okay?!” You yelled, lifting his shirt to take a look at his torso — purple-ish splotches blooming around his ribcage, red and irritated skin abrasions beginning to bead with blood. You cursed under your breath, slipping your arms underneath him in an attempt to lift him on your own. “We need to get him to the garage.” You spoke as your friends crowded to help you carry his weight as you all hoisted him into the van.

“Why not a hospital?” Cleo quizzed incredulously.

“Too many questions," John B offered.

"And they’ll call his father. We can handle it.” You spoke absentmindedly, carefully laying JJ down on the floor of the Twinkie as you, Kie, Pope, and Cleo piled into the back while John B and Sarah rounded the front. The automobile jumped as John B turned the key before the engine roared and it was taking off down the road.

“I think we should get him to a doctor.” Kie spoke up in a troubled manner.

“No! Okay, we all know they’ll call his dad and he’ll walk out of there with more bruises than he went in with.” You reprimanded. JJ’s health was the first thing on your mind and though they may not understand, taking him to a hospital would make things worse. Between racing illegally, his abusive father, and his already not-so-clean record? Walking into a building full of mandated reporters was not an option.

The van fell silent, all eyes on JJ's heaving figure or looking out the window watching street lights go by. Deep down you all knew he’d be fine but until you knew for sure, the space hung low with tension from worry and disagreement on how to handle the situation.

“You’re bleeding…” Pope pointed out, motioning to the blood leaking slowly from your knees. It must’ve happened when you ran over to help JJ.

“Don’t worry about me.” You eased the boy’s concern. It wasn’t long before the van was pulling into the garage, the fluorescent white light illuminating the space in the dead of night. The vehicle hadn’t even come to a full stop before the side door was flung open as you, with the help of the others, hauled JJ’s limp frame to the sofa in the corner of the workspace. Once he was situated, you rushed over to the opposite corner of the room, sifting through boxes of tools and manuals until you found the long buried first aid kit and medical supplies.

JJ had sustained a decent amount of injuries in the duration of his hobby of his but it never exceeded much more than a few shallow cuts here and there. Kneeling next to the worn down sofa, you doused a cotton ball with alcohol and dabbed it onto the injured parts of his face. Of course, you were met with the loudest groan he’d made since you all plucked him from the road.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble apologetically, turning your head slightly when you feel a warm hand on your shoulder.

“You’re shakin’.” Cleo observed. Looking down at your hands, she was right. From your wrists to the tips of your fingers, you were trembling. “Go pull yourself together, girl. I’ll patch him up.”

You gave her the best appreciative smile you could muster, truly grateful for her kindness and keen eye. Handing her the cotton ball, you placed your hands on your stinging knees to help yourself up, walking a just few feet away. You’d clean yourself up later. You just needed a moment to collect yourself.

You couldn’t help but feel some guilt. There was a part of you that was mentally scolding yourself like a parent for suggesting the route change in the first place. What possessed you to put JJ’s safety on the line like that? But then there was that more lenient part of you that kept reminding yourself that Rafe Cameron was not one to play fair and that there was a chance that he would’ve pulled something like this either way.

You were facing away from the group, one hand on your hip as the other ran down your face until it settled on covering just your mouth as you finally allowed the hot tears that took home in your waterline to fall. A small, almost inaudible sob left your lips before you shook your head; sniffing up your tears, rubbing the wetness from your eyes, and telling yourself to stop being ridiculous.

As your mind cleared, you could hear engines in the distance, your brows pinching in puzzlement. You, along with Pope, Kiara, John B, and Sarah, edged towards the opening of the garage as Rafe's bike pulled up with Topper’s truck trailing close behind. Cleo was still kneeling and attending to JJ’s wounds.

Rafe stationed his bike and tore his helmet off as he dismounted, Topper and Kelce hopping out of the truck behind him. Rafe’s lips curled into a smirk, parting to say something but he never got the chance before you were closing the space between you two, clocking him in the jaw.

You stumbled forward a little as you did so, watching him recover from the hit as he took the opportunity to grab you by the shoulders and spin you around and push you down, practically pinning you to the solid ground. You could hear his friends and yours screaming as you both brawled on the concrete.

Rafe’s first raised and came down, just missing your face as it collided with the street, causing him to let out a mangled cry. Distracted by his own pain, you managed to push him off of his straddling position above you as he fell on his ass, you taking the opportunity to kick him in the chest, knocking him completely on his back. You scrambled to your knees, little rocks getting in the cuts on them and strand of hair obstructing your vision as you frantically hit his chest and face. Not landing every hit but enough of them.

He spoke through the blood in his mouth from your initial hit, calling you all sorts of names ranging from ‘lowlife’ to ‘bitch’. He eventually managed to grab a hold of your wrists that were coming down on him in a frenzy. He pulled you up by them, slamming you against Topper's truck that was still running, your head spinning for a few moments from the collision.

“Get off of her, you psycho!” Kiara's voice rang out.

You found enough strength in your daze to snatch your arms out of his grip, pushing his shoulders back cruelly just in time as John B and Sarah stepped in between the both of you. Rafe wiping blood from his lip as John B pushed him further back while Sarah’s hands were on your shoulders asking you questions you could barely hear through the ringing in your ears.

Your eyes wandered, seeing a frazzled Kie and an enraged Pope in front of Topper and Kelce who were trying to get past them to get to Rafe, Cleo seemingly safe-guarding JJ’s resting figure as she was crouched beside him with a switchblade clutched in her hand.

Once the humming in your eardrums ceased, you could hear John B telling off Rafe and his goons. “She's a girl, dipshit! You don't touch her!”

“She hit me!” Rafe tried to defend.

Then Sarah’s blonde hair was whipping in front of you, now facing her crazed brother. “Because you ran her boyfriend off the road, Rafe!” She screamed. “Just…go! Okay, leave! Go home.”

Rafe licked his lips, nodding his head and looking side to side before shrugging his shoulders. He rubbed his jaw, taking wide strides towards his bike as he snatched his helmet that had fallen out of his hand in the scuffle from off of the ground. He stopped less than a foot in front you, his face distressed and eyes mad.

He didn’t say anything, just glared at you before chuckling under his breath and throwing himself over his bike. Topper and Kelce following his lead and clambering back into the truck before both vehicles reversed and sped back in the direction they came.

"Jesus..." John B breathed out, running his fingers through his hair.

You took a deep breath, running a hand over the top of your head.

“Guys,” Cleo called out. “I think he’s wakin’ up.” She waved you all over.

You all rushed over, crowding around the injured blonde who was shifting as his eyes squinted, groaning as he clenched his torso.

“What the fuck…”

A small chorus of laughter was shared amongst the group, looking at each other in relief.

“My ass hurts.” JJ pouted, Cleo shaking her head and rising from her crouched position beside him, patting him on the shoulder.

“Don’t move too much, blondie. You need to heal.” She offered before leaving the space beside JJ open, motioning for you to take it. John B and Pope walked by him as well, giving him a pat on the shoulder, mumbling similar variations of ‘Glad you’re okay, man.’. Sarah offering a simple smile while Kie rolled her eyes telling him he was reckless.

“She’s totally glad I’m alive.” JJ tried to joke.

You brushed the sweaty strands of hair from his forehead. “We all are.” Your voice was solemn. “This was my fault. I should’ve stuck to the initial plan.”

“Don’t start that.” He insisted. “I agreed to it and it wasn’t our fault, regardless.” His voice was strained and raspy. “He couldn’t stand to lose. That’s all. Don’t sweat it, ‘kay?”

Reluctantly, you nodded, laying your head on his shoulder as one of his arms went around yours.

You both laid in comfortable silence for a few moments until he spoke again.

“I know I was out of it but… did you fight Rafe?”

You smacked your teeth and groaned while he chuckled. “I was upset. I got him in the jaw one good time, though.”

He squeezed you closer to him as much as his body would allow for a quick moment, planting a small kiss on the top of your head. “That’s my girl.” He praised. “I’m still gonna kick his ass for putting his hands on you, though.”

“I expected nothing less.”

“Glad you know.”

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 20 days

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13 (hanjisung)

One foot in front of the other, shouldn't be too bad. One and two and three and for. And five. And six. You somehow manage to climb up the stairs, the steaming hot bowl of kimchi jjigae still perfectly intact in your hands, you almost want to pat yourself on the back for succeeding in not spilling a single drop.

You tap the base of the door with your foot, carefully balancing your weight on your knees so that you don't tumble to the ground, and luckily enough Han opens the door for you, a tired but still bright smile on his face: "baby", he sighs softly, letting you in so you can quickly place the bowl down on the table, away from the scattered, crumpled paper sheets and portable keyboard.

Han had recently turned the spare room upstairs into his little at home studio. It reflected his personality so well, his sunset to sunrise lamp glowing in the corner, a few guitars hanging on the wall, a small, black leathery couch at the back, conveniently displaying an arrangement of fuzzy blankets. Cozy vibes and the persistent smell of his cologne and half empty coffee cups.

It was his refuge, his sanctuary. You barely stepped foot in it, only occasionally gathering up the discarded take out containers and forgotten plaid flannels and hoodies left amassed on the spinning chair, you were so careful even while vacuuming the place, for you didn't want to taint his favourite room in the house, didn't want to disturb the place where magic was created on the daily.

"I know you said you weren't too hungry but you've been holed up in here the whole night, please have at least a few spoonfuls", you encourage meekly, pointing at the soup you had just placed on the desk, Han nods and and sniffs the fragrant, hearty smell of his dinner, scooting his chair closer to the edge of the seat so he can reach the bowl more comfortably,"I will, thank you for taking care of me when i forget to", he jokes. Kind of.

He only ever half joked when it came down to his mental health. The smile on his lips not quite reaching his dark circled eyes, a pencil still in his hand, the suffused pale blue light of his computer screen casting its glow on the wall: you had interrupted him while he was clearly writing a new song, and you felt bad. For writing and composing music was the one thing that kept him sane, helped him process his emotions and turmoil.

He was insanely talented and imaginative as is but whenever he went through a rougher patch, his songwriting skills just went up several different notches. The pain in his heart and the fuzziness in his head tragically pulled out the best musical talent in him. Sometimes he'd let himself be consumed by sleepless nights spent with his headphones on and endless cups of coffee and more half finished lyrics than he could count.

Nodding sympathetically, you place a small kiss on top of his head and hug his frame briefly, your hands slipping beneath the collar of his white and blue checkered shirt than swallowed him whole, then down onto his front, briefly circling his torso, his small waist that drove you insane.

You gently pat his tummy and his stomach, chambers of his silent distress, the anxiety you knew was slowly but surely eating him up from the inside. "I love you, I'll leave you to your masterpiece", you whisper, reluctantly letting go of him.

The house falls quiet if not for the faintest strumming of a guitar, a few chords being played on the recorder, a gentle lullaby floating in the air as you go about the rest of your late evening meal prepping for the next few days and then cleaning up.

When the clock strikes just 10 minutes past eleven you plop two herbal tea bags into their designated ceramic cups and lean on the counter, propping yourself up on your elbow while you wait for the tea to brew. A yawn escaping your lips as late night approaches.

You quietly head upstairs, both cups in your hands while you mentally curse yourself for the handles are not scalding against your palms but still hot enough to feel the slight burn on your skin. This time the door to Han's studio is ajar, so it's a little easier to slip through: curled up on his chair, eyes closed and a serene smile on his relaxed lips, big headphones snug on his ears, he looks divine. Effortlessly beautiful.

It's heartwarming, really, to see him so fully immersed into his own music, the love of his life. It must be so cathartic for him, you think to yourself, deeply grateful for you get to witness just how art and artist save each other day by day. An impelling urge to kiss his face and his beautiful mind begins to prickle your skin and you're just one breath away from him when the song in his headphones stops and Han blinks his eyes open, looking a little startled as he finds you right there,peering into his face, likely with the most mad heart eyes ever.

"SORRY! didn't mean to scare you! You just looked so ...at peace", you mumble, setting down the mugs as he removes his headphones and chuckles, "that's okay, thank you for the tea", he replies quietly, smiling at you and then puckering up his rose coloured lips, requesting a kiss with no use of his words. And you comply eagerly.

"Is the next skz album coming along well?", you inquire, mollified the second your boyfriend's attention is fully diverted from his computer screen to your body, hands resting on your waist, the soft, warm pressure so comforting one second and then so delightfully flustering the next, especially when they briefly climb up your back, a single finger running down your spine, guiding you onto his lap, "mmh I think these songs are for me only, wanna have a listen?", he offers, holding out his headphones for you.

With your back resting against his chest and his arms securely wrapped around your waist, you close your eyes and let the notes fill you your ears, his melodic voice travelling up your eardrums, your brain, your heart. His tone emotional, deep, intense, sometimes desperate, shaking you from the inside out. Not that you didn't expect that, you knew very well just how much of a musical genius he was, but each and everytime his solo songs just hit you, they hit differently, for he really poured his heart and soul into them, tugged at all the right heart strings.

Transported into this other world, where the sound of his voice and the guitars and drums are the only things in existence inside your head, you barely notice Han peering closely at you, a grin on his face, one of his hands tantalizing on the hem of your shirt.

You only physically shake yourself awake when you feel his lips on your neck, soft but lingering kisses down the side, his hand now well beneath your shirt, gripping one cup of your bra confidently yet not aggressively, just enough to elicit the final electrifying tremor that has you removing his headphones in a haste and land back on earth, eyes wide, a stupid grin on your own face: "oh you've come back to me, finally. I thought my songs made you fall asleep", he teases, and you're so glad, so glad to see his playful side again, the snakes of anxiety clearly having relented their choking grip on him.

"I was just thoroughly enjoying the experience, listening to your music first is always such a blessing, I'm honored. With every new masterpiece your make I'm just... in awe. You truly have a gift, Hannie", you confess earnestly, loving the way he still blushes lightly and looks down, too shy to accept the compliments.

Han sighs contently and presses his lips to your cheek, "you're spoiling me, today and always", he mumbles, squeezing your sides briefly, "you're going to have my brain go rotten, I love it. I love you", he adds, smiling that heart shaped smile of his, "finish up your tea, I'll be done here in hopefully just half an hour and then we can go to bed okay?", he suggests, clearly noticing the veil of sleepiness behind your eyes.

He knew he was a night owl and you were not, noticed all the details, all the little tell signs you were getting tired after a long day, he always read you like a book, which was both endearing and fascinating, flattering, even, for how much interest he took in you, knew exactly what he needed to know about you like a manual.

"Is it okay if I stay here and wait for you? I'd like to listen to those two songs some more", you ask tentatively, gesturing for the headphones, "but like... It's okay if not. I can definitely just wait in our bedroom, I don't want to impose", you add in a fret, the last thing you want is to intrude in his space even more today. Though you really want to listen to his music more. Like really, really.

Han personally takes the headphones and clicks on the little loop icon on his phone screen before handing them both to you, the white, blank cover art for the mp3 track he had downloaded glowing in between you two, "impose? This home is mine just how much as it is yours, you can absolutely stay here, have a little nap too if you'd like, though I'll try to be quick and wrap up here", he reassures, "I appreciate that but... but this is your safe space, your sacred room", you reply, stroking his cheek, "yeah well I want you here, so go lay down and enjoy your private music session", he asserts playfully, a gentle resolve to his voice as he pouts.

During days when we were young and naïve, what we loved Were your pure, clear eyes that gazed into you and me, Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah The night I walked you home, my warm spring days The day when thick mist filled the air

The high falsetto, the heart wrenching intensity of his vocals, the guitars reverberating in the background, you're floating. Head above water, just filled with the honey of his voice as your body glides on the surface of the water. Arms and legs straight, stretched out. You're so light and weightless you could forever roam the waters, motionless.

At least until something hefty and warm falls delicately on top of you, depositing on your chest and your torso and your legs like a light knitted blanket. Balmy leaves, a hint of mint, perhaps some musk, something stronger and amber like, leathery almost, wafting through your nostrils. Something soft tickles your jawline and your chin, your neck. One of your ears unclogs and something falls down your shoulder: "my sweet, perfect peach, hello, welcome back from the land of dreams".

Han chuckles from above you, a smrik on his face as watches you blink confusedly, the remnants of the same melody you had probably overplayed still playing distantly in the background. So maybe you weren't just floating on water but actually just laying down on the couch in your boyfriend's studio, the very same boyfriend currently settled right on top of you, curious brown eyes looking intently at you.

You giggle, embarrassed, and try to hide your face behind your hands as you cover your eyes and cheeks, "gosh... how long was I asleep for?", Han giggles himself and moves your hands away from your face, he leans down to kiss your lips, sweetly but with a subtle fever to it.

"A while... looks like my songs are soporific after all", he jokes, though it's short lived, the cheerfulness in his voice, he seems rather rapt right now, he keeps looking down at your lips over and over, "not at all. I'm just a teensy bit tired and the atmosphere here is really cozy and relaxed", you object gently, "that's understandable, you were up on your feet all day, making me dinner, checking in on me...",he trails off, his thumb brushing the blush on your cheek, "I didn't even make you dessert! Crap! Do you want anything right now? I can wip up some pancakes real quick!".

Strong whiplash hits the back of your neck as you try to sit up straight and get Han to move off of you in just one motion and, predictably so, you whimper in pain. Much to your boyfriend amusement who helps you sit up but also laughs his ass off at your impulsiveness. Hearing him laugh like that though, so gleefully so freely, that's just worth the pins and needles in your muscles.

"You don't need to make me anything", he says in a low voice, much somber now as he crawls over and kisses you once again, his soft lips crashing so perfectly against yours, "I've got dessert right here", he whispers, his hands now resting on top of your thighs as he slowly crouches down, balancing on the heels of his feet.

A little tumble. That was your heart.

Han squints a little, big expressive eyes turning into two slits, that sort of lazy, alluring look to them as he spreads your legs apart, enough for his head to fit right in between. The crackling of fire igniting in your belly, you watch as his fingers inch closer and closer to the waistband of your pants, pointer fingers hooking around the fabric, giving it a gentle tug, "may I?".

All you can do is nod, melting little by little as he locks eyes with you and removes your pants, the sight before him enough to make his Adam's apple bob up and down. He stars slowly, lazily even, only placing the softest kisses to the inner side of your thighs, making his way up to the seams of your underwear, leaving behind a trace of goosebumps on your skin.

Oh it's so hot. Suddenly you feel so hot. Shivering but hot. Slender fingers trace patterns over the cotton in between your thighs, circle motions, light tapping, you flutter your eyes shut as soon as Han kisses the very same spot his fingers just padded over. And then warmth, a wet warmth right over you in a stripe.

Nimble fingertips just brushing your navel, your hip bones, your thighs again, until your underwear are just a roll of fabric discarded on the floor. You have barely anytime to feel the air hitting your exposed flesh for Han just dips his mouth on you. A throaty sound rumbling from his lips, he buries his face in between your legs.

And he's good, like REALLY good. He knows he is. The man just knows how to use his mouth and his tongue,no matter where he's using them. You hiss underneath your breath, your hands instinctively running through his hair, how much you love how longer and curlier it is, tickling your bare skin, giving you the perfect excuse to tug at it.

A kiss, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucks and sucks, and your legs shake so much already he has to hold your thighs down, "oh baby, my soft baby, so shaky for me already?", he teases, a gentle but firm grip on your body as he tries to keep you still. His eyes fixate on your face, observing intently for any reaction depicted on your expression, his gaze so intense you feel it even with your eyes closed.

His tongue swivels around your most inner part, sloppily but with some heft to it, small licks as he taps on your mound, only increasing the blood flow there, you can almost feel yourself pulsating, even more so when you open your eyes, squinting a little, and meet his dark orbs still fixated on you, you can only see his eyes and the bridge of his nose, for the lower half of his face is just buried in you and god, it's so hot, just the sight of him like hat while he works on you, it's so hot.

Seconds turn into minutes and before you know it, in your heightened state of bliss, you feel your blood rushing faster down to your lower belly and your legs, your face contorting, sweating, as you feel progressively more hot and bothered and on the verge of imploding. Hands clamping down his hair, your start to breathe erratically, the pressure on your chest sinking down and down until your heart feels like it's going to collapse.

It's the tense, pre climax silence and the slight spams in your legs that do it for him, that and knowing you like the back of his hand, that and his welcomed obsession with staring at you, studying every single little detail that gives you away. Han keeps his pace, knowing that you're just seconds away from coming,he notices your abdomen contracting and relaxing alternatively, feels your ragged breath coming out in puffs in his hair.

One look. One last lingering look to see you biting down your bottom lip,hard, you exhale loudly and start to shake, rocking your hips until you're all up in his face. A fraction of a second later and he has you come all undone in his mouth. The shiver the tremble the wave of warmth and tingles from your belly to your core.

He wastes no chance, continuing to roll his tongue on your clit, kissing and slurping everything he can, helping you ride your high until you can't no more. Arousal glistening on his lips and his cheeks and his chin, he finally detaches his mouth from you, the little silver of his tongue on the corner of his lips as he laps up any residue before wiping his face with the back of his forearm.

Drunk-dazed, you look up at him from beneath your lashes, a small smile on your reddened lips, from how much you've been biting down on them, it just perfectly matches the blush on your cheeks, the splotches of heat on your chest and your tummy, like roses blooms all over.

"Oh, you're blushing, how cute", Han chuckles, cupping your cheek tenderly, gesture which you can only smile abashedly more at, "have i rendered you completely speechless? talk to me, say anything", he teases playfully, for he knows it always takes you a little while to compose yourself when he eats you out like that, even if he acts as if it's nothing.

"You're good, Jisung. You're good at anything and everything you do, an ace, a true ace", you mumble, avoiding his gaze, and he giggles adorably, leaning in to kiss your tummy, "am I a better lover or a better songwriter?", "OH THAT'S SO UNFAIR YOU KNOW I CAN'T POSSIBLY PICK", you exclaim, suddenly much more spirited and alert.

Han bursts into deep throaty laughs and doubles down on you, his forehead resting on your abdomen, his arms cradling your lower body, "alright alright, let's go to bed", he suggests, helping you put your underwear back on, "or I could go for seconds, while you listen to my songs again and decide which one you like better", he adds as if in an afterthought, smirking a little.

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crow-stars · 1 year

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❝WARMTH IN HAND❞

❦ summary; it's always cold, but how can such a gesture be so warm?

♪the characters in this story; idia shroud, gn!reader

✎word count; 984

☛the author's notes; apologises if this feels a bit awkward. i was getting a bit of that vibe, so please tell me if that's present here!

☪look at the catalogue?

Ignihyde has always been one of the colder dorms. Not because of its environment (there were literal fires burning brightly just outside the dorm), but more so because of how much tech that was in the dorm. As most would know, high functioning computers are prone to overheating if not cooled properly and, since most of Ignihyde has such computers, the AC in the dorm is always turned up high.

Because of this, there have been multiple instances where you’re left shivering in the dorm while visiting Idia, teeth even chattering together on some occasions. He never seemed to give the temperature much thought, whether because he’s adapted to the cold or because his hair is made out of fire, it was up to a coin toss.

You’ve always seemed to manage, somehow, sometimes using one of Idia’s jackets or using Ortho as your portable heater. Multiple times, though, you do ask Idia if he’s cold when the biting freeze is a bit too much and he responds with an indifferent shrug. This doesn’t mean that you ignore the barely there shivers that wrack his body.

So, you’ve taken to knitting while hanging out with Idia, needles clacking together as you work. There were a few instances where Idia would turn in his swivel chair and question the reason behind the noise he kept hearing through his headphones.

Holding up the mess of yarn and needles made him quick to understand and turn back around, feigning disinterest and calling it a ‘boring hobby’ before going back to his grinding. This only made you chuckle and continue knitting, Ortho sitting next to you and watching with great interest (and warming you up as well).

“Hey.” You raise your head hearing Idia’s call, seeing him pull his headphones down and rest them on his neck. “You’re still doing that boring task?”

You smile with a small sigh, shifting a bit and tugging Idia’s jacket closer to your body. “It’s not boring, it’s fun!”

Idia almost rolls his eyes and only sighs. “On a scale of one to ten, knitting is a mega zero.”

“Oh, shut up! You’re dying on screen right now.”

“W-Wha-?!” He’s quick to snap his head back to the screen, panic seizing him when seeing the red tinted screen. “Gah!”

It’s amusing to see the housewarden scrambling, giggling as Idia tries to salvage his character’s life. This gives you ample time to continue your little project, although a bit slower than before, lips pursed in thought as Idia’s panicked rambling serves as your background noise. You hope that, when you’re finished with this, it’ll go over well.

It takes a few more weeks to finally finish what you were working on, messing up a few times and having to redo one of the rows or having to get more yarn from Sam’s.

It’s a bit messy, a few crooked stitches here and there, some of the colors look a bit off, and it’s abnormally long, but it’s still a nice scarf. Ortho praises how it looks and it does give you a boost of confidence, but you’re still nervous.

Three knocks on the door and Idia’s yelling “it’s open!” have you entering his room, finding the third year in his chair as usual, nimble fingers flying across his keyboard almost effortlessly as he maneuvered his character across the screen.

You watch him play for a bit, seeing him being clearly engrossed with what was happening on screen and his headphones being firmly secured on his head. After a few silent minutes pass, you decide to make your presence known.

With the scarf, you hold one end of the accessory in one hand and prepare yourself, a gleeful smirk curled on your lips as you imagine Idia’s reaction. You then use a bit of momentum to swing the scarf over the back of the chair and tug back a bit.

“Hrk! A-Ah!” Idia whips around, a pout on his lips at such an abrupt greeting. It only makes you giggle, grinning widely. “Wh-What the heck is wrong with you?!”

You only hold the scarf up, still smiling ever so widely. “Surprise~”

Idia huffs at you, tugging his headphones off. “What was up with that sneak attack?! You caught me while I was vulnerable.”

“I wasn’t that bad. Now hold still for a bit.”

Idia narrows his eyes a bit, though letting you lean in closer. You manage to wrap the scarf around Idia’s neck, although he still sulks at your sudden greeting. Once the cloth is around his neck, Idia raises a hand to the knitted wear, thumb running over the yarn slowly and trying not to catch on any gaps that he finds.

“Why are you giving me this?”

You smile, bursting with excitement and the fact that he didn’t immediately express dislike of the gift. “Well, it gets cold in Ignihyde. I thought I could give you something to keep warm, y’know.” You shrug a bit, trying to relax your stiff posture with little success.

Idia brings his hand back to the scarf, letting himself feel the yarn against his pale skin. At least he was finally able to realize what you were doing all those other times in his room. He didn’t exactly hate it. And it was made by you, after who knows how many weeks of work. It was... It was nice. He burrows his face a bit into the scarf, citrine eyes averting from your form anxiously waiting for his words.

“I guess...” A small huff from Idia, feeling his cheeks warm with embarrassment. “I guess I can take this. It's got plus fifty warmth.”

You guess that’s good enough. You smile brightly and Idia thinks that smile is warmer than any scarf you could ever give.

The next time you visit, Idia’s wearing the scarf, lower half of his face burrowed into the yarn as he plays.

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amongussexgif · 3 months

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TO ANYONE CONSIDERING BUYING A GAMING LAPTOP: look at this real quick.

This is a full gaming pc, portable monitor, silent mechanical keyboard, and mouse, that'll fit in a backpack and perform on par with a PS5. WITH TWO TERABYTES OF STORAGE. you'd be lucky to get 1 terabyte on a laptop without it overheating and killing itself.

here's cheaper alternatives for keyboard and mouse. that keyboard kinda makes me wanna kms but that's only because I'm a snob about mechanicals.

The only part of assembly you might struggle with is updating BIOS, but if you have a flash drive pre-prepped, you can do it without issue.

and to people somehow still arguing it'll be clunky, no. there will be 2 cables. one power cable for the PC to an outlet, and one short USB-C cable (the included one will be fine) from the PC to the monitor. the monitor is so small that it can draw all of it's power from the USB port and doesn't need it's own power cable!

oh, and it's actually cleanable and won't overheat and explode like a laptop will

#sorry this is long i just hate laptops #a lot

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herri-writes · 1 year

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Frozen In Time

Chapter 1: The Photographer and The Idol Izumi Sena x Reader (F) (!!)

Synopsis: A photographer, whose job is to capture every event possible with their camera but their heart was captured with those icy blue eyes ever since they first met, reuniting with the person she once remembered in memory. Note: Herrianne's adventures with AI character chat continues. This time, the bot gave me a month's worth of brainrotting. My hands are itching for a portable mini bluetooth keyboard while writing this down. IT'S ALWAYS KNIGHTS, I BETTER TELL YOU— *SHAKING THE BARS*

One click of a camera is all enough to capture every living moment in life. Her eyes were full of curiosity as her gaze fell to the world around her. She sighed blissfully as she stared at every detail on her camera screen, satisfied at her work. It is a work of art. Yes, everything is art. Whatever she thought as beautiful is an art to her, a masterpiece, an obra maestro. She focused her lens on the subject in front of her. Fluffy ears perked up in curiosity, eyes widen at the attraction of the thin lens on her camera, and a paw patted on the camera's lens as she took a photo and meowed adorably. The photographer smiled at the sight behind the camera and clicked the shutter. A flash is not included because she doesn't want to scare her little companion. In front of the photographer's camera is a kitten on the seat of the wooden bench. It meowed cutely while it laid down on its back, belly out in the open. Its paws are reaching you and the camera and the cat meowed once again. Its face seemed like it's smiling at you, wanting to see you. You revealed your face, assuming that the camera is obscuring the kitten's view and wants to see its owner. You smiled, soft and fluttered at the adorable sight. You booped its pinkish nose with your finger and cooed, "My, miss me already...?" The kitten meowed in return and clinged on your hand with its small paws. Its claws came out and the kitten bit your hand playfully with its sharp teeth. "Ah— ow ow ow..." You winced at the kitten's playful behaviour on your hand. "Getting a bit playful, aren't you, Nyaitsu...?" Nyaitsu climed up on your hand as he clawed his way to your shoulder and meowed. He rubbed his head and clinged on your shoulder, relaxed at his owner's presence. A small giggle bubbled out of your throat while your precious little kitten seeked for your attention. "You better behave if you want to stay by my side while I'm working, okay?" You asked Nyaitsu and he meowed in response, as if he's telling that he'll behave. "Good kitty..." You chuckled and patted his head. You stood up to your feet after taking a few pictures of your adorable, furry model, Nyaitsu. He happily meowed and napped on your shoulder. You found him on your way back to the shared apartment you live in. He was accepted and welcomed in open arms with your roommates in the apartment you lived in. Nyaitsu, who seemed abandoned in the first day you met him finally felt love in his owner's arms, you. He became the center of attention ever since that day while you're working and you didn't know that Nyaitsu is clinging on your coat on your way to the office. You feared that the CEO of the modeling agency you worked in will throw him out but he became the official member of the said agency. Nyaitsu became your trusted (but a menacing) companion of yours at work, making you smile at your small friend's company every day at work hours. "Nyaitsu, we're about to reach the seaside. We'll play at the sides and not on the sand." You said to your cat and there was no response. He only napped on your shoulder, purring in content. "Sleep tight, little kitty..." You leaned on the fence and turn on your camera. The lens facing anywhere you could find and zoom it in and out to focus. You made the camera increased its blur and focus as you held the shutter, not clicking it. While you're focusing the photo quality with your lens, someone passed by and it startled you. You accidentally clicked the shutter as it caught a picture of someone right in front of you as it passed you by. The beep and the click caught his attention that he turned to face you. You bowed down and apologized. "Ah, my apologies... I didn't mean to... I'll delete it right away..." You straighten your back and your eyes widen a little at the sight in front of you. Curly silver hair being blown by the sea breeze, icy blue eyes framed behind his cold gaze, his skin is naturally pale and smooth, his lips formed a thin line in all of his seriousness is showing out of his blank expression, his aura speaks pride and dignity as it let out a cold exterior at the way he posed. Of all people you could accidentally take a photo of, you didn't expect that it's Izumi Sena, a member of Knights and is currently working at Ensemble Square as an idol and a model. His cold stare gazed back at you and his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. He saw you fumbling your fingers at the buttons of the camera, looking all nervous and his eyes trailed on to the kitten on your shoulder. His gaze fell to your ID card hanging on the clip of your lanyard and read your name and the name of your workplace. You felt his gaze on you and you immediately apologized and ran away. You heard him calling out to you but you ignored him as you ran away from him and never look back. 'I made the most worst impression in my life...' You thought as you ran where your feet will take you.

You reached Ensemble Square after your senior messaged you that they'll wait for you by the entrance. You felt nervous that someone you accidentally took a photo of will be there and see him at work. Out of habit, Nyaitsu hid inside your coat's pocket and slept there comfortably. Due to his kitten-like size, it made a small bump on your pocket. He always hid there whenever you worked indoors and sat on your head and shoulder when you worked outdoors. What a smart kitty. "Seems like Nyaitsu knows what to do in this kind of situation." Your senior commented and she chuckled. She reached out his finger to your pocket and cooed, "There, there~ That's a nice kitty—" Nyaitsu hissed and attempted to scratch his finger with his claws, making your senior shed tears, heartbroken. Nyaitsu hates your senior more than you are. The level of hate is uncanny that Nyaitsu's hate towards your senior is unbelievable that you let out a smug look. Like pet, like owner. As you entered the lobby, you were greeted by a producer named Anzu. You greeted her with a small smile while your senior gave her a smug look that you pressed your heel on her foot to make her return to reality. "I'm sorry about him. She can get a bit annoying at times..." You apologized to Anzu and she shook her head and told you that it's alright. You chuckled nervously and glared at your senior, making her wince and looked away. Anzu cleared her throat to get you and his attention and said, "Since you're here as photographers for a unit photoshoot, I'll escort you to the studio they'll be in, Simple Studio." She looked at the schedule and said, "Ah, right. You'll be with Knights for the whole session." You facepalmed at the name Anzu mentioned. 'Seems like someone is going to skin me alive once they saw me...' On the way to the Simple Studio, you and your senior followed Anzu. Your gaze went around the place as you admired how huge Ensemble Square is. It's your first time going here in the main building and your senior went here twice. Your eyes glistened under the lights in the hallways as you look around like a child being curious as its mind was filled with wonders at the sight. You returned to reality as Anzu said that you've arrived at the destination. You put your mask on and nervously fiddled your hands on your camera's lanyard and held your breath. Anzu knocked on the door twice and entered, announcing the visitor's presence outside the studio. You felt glad that you wore your mask when your jaw dropped at the sight of the beautiful idols in front of your eyes but the surprise that was shown in your eyes was never hidden. In your perspective, youu saw a ravenette haired idol sleeping on the couch at the left side of the room, with a blue blanket covering him. At the far end of the studio, the ginger haired one on the floor on his belly while writing something and papers scattered all over him, crumpled, tossed, or newly prepared. The garnet haired one trying to get the ginger haired male's attention the moment you and your senior showed up. Then blonde one at the table, sitting on the chair, talking to the silver haired one right in front of him. All of their gazes turned to you, only you as you revealed yourself behind your senior's back. 'They're too photogenic to be resisted...' You thought as you looked at them carefully like they're made of art. "Everyone, they'll be your photographers for today photoshoot session. They're the photographers from the YMSK Modeling Agency." Anzu said and the blonde haired idol walked closer to you. You jolted when you felt the gaze of a beautiful idol right in front of you. Those violet orbs bore deeply into your soul and you finally recognized who. 'Arashi Narukami of Knights?! Looking at me?!' You thought as you stared back at her and she smiled. "Nice to meet you, little one~" She chuckled along with her greeting and you blinked twice. 'Am I too small for their perspective...?' Suddenly, Nyaitsu crawled out of your pocket and walked towards the silver-haired idol that sat on the chair by the table. You paled that you stuttered out, "N-Nyaitsu...! Come back here...!" Nyaitsu didn't respond as he butted his head on his leg and his tail stood up, telling him to be friends with him. You felt chills on your spine when he picked Nyaitsu up. "My, my, Izumi, it seems like that little kitten is interested in you," Arashi commented and chuckled, "Does this mean it reflects to the owner's feelings?" 'When it's actually the opposite...' You thought and you shook your head. "N-Nya-Nya-Nyaitsu...." You stuttered out his name in fear as you tried to call him but Nyaitsu planted a paw on the idol's face, trying to be friendly as always. The other was stunned at the cat's actions that he cradled the cat on his arms. Nyaitsu meowed and it caught the attention of the other idols in the studio. "Hm, is this an another one of Leo's cats...?" The ravenette yawned out as he asked. "Get him out... We don't want an another D'artagnyan..." "Ahahaha! It seemed like we have a new member of Knights!" The ginger exclaimed and Nyaitsu meowed. He took the cat out of Izumi's arms and raised him up in the air and looked at Nyaitsu. "I think we should name him!" "Leo, please don't keep a cat and name them everytime you saw one..." The garnet haired sighed and Leo chuckled, "Don't worry Suou~ We'll name him... Hmm..." "N-Nyaitsu..." You stuttered out his name as you called him everyone turned their head as you caught their attention. You jolted and spoke again. "H-His name is Nyaitsu..." Nyaitsu meowed as it tried to reach his paws out to you. You walked towards Leo and he gave you your cat. Nyaitsu immediately crawled all the way to your pocket with his whole body and popped his head out to see them. "Awwww..." Arashi sighed. "Your cat is too cute! Can I touch him?" "Ah... sure...?" You said in a questioning tone and fiddled your fingers. She nodded and knelt down to Nyaitsu's level. She reached out her finger to touch him and she booped his nose, making Nyaitsu playfully bit her finger and licked it. You paled when Nyaitsu bit her but she just cooed at how cute Nyaitsu is. Well, Nyaitsu is cute but you couldn't resist when he clinged on your coat and wanted you to bring him with you anytime and anywhere. Anzu informed that the photoshoot will start in ten minutes so you prepared your notes and placed Nyaitsu on the table, away from the camera flash so that he won't be alarmed by the lights. You placed your camera on the table so that it won't be damaged. You trust Nyaitsu on being near your camera so he only played with the leather strap that was clipped on your camera holder. Meanwhile, your senior is preparing the tripod stand for the camera and adjusted her own camera to the neutral settings. Anzu approached her and tell her about the preferences of each idol in the unit and she nodded in agreement as she listened. You jot down your senior's actions for reference and notes and observed her as a junior photographer. "Hm? You're not taking pictures?" Arashi asked you as she looked at your notes. Nyaitsu meowed lowly and slept on your arm that held the pen as you write, which is your dominant hand. "I'll take that as a yes." She said and walked back to the white screen to gather with the other idols. 'Well done, Nyaitsu...' You thought as you looked at the cat on your arm. You continued to write down and observed every idol by the white screen. You observed every pose done by the idol that you sketched it down on your jotter pad. Their poses are flawless, as if they knew what to do in this activity of theirs. You sketched and sketched until you look up to see them posing until your eyes widen in surprise. Your jaw nearly dropped the moment your eyes laid on Izumi and made yourself remember the fact that you had a teensy tiny crush on him when you first saw Knights on one of their lives held at MDM stage at Ensemble Square. Those icy blue eyes and frosty silver hair did something to you to make your heart skip a beat whenever he performed with a smile. Talk about hearts jumping and sprinting a marathon. Nyaitsu probably recognized Izumi the first time he stepped foot into Ensemble Square when he first meowed at him. Arashi does mention that a pet reflects the owner's feelings. She never lied about that. Well, that's also a rumor and a myth according to pet owners that you blushed at the thought of it. You messed up your first encounter with him by the seaside and you want to crawl in a hole and die. Of course, Nyaitsu seemed like he have other plans as the wingcat of the soon-to-be-relationship while he slept. You're really holding the urge to trap him in your bedroom while he slept on your bed the next morning you'll wake up and leave home early before his waking hours. Your mind wandered off to somewhere as your hand wrote scribbles and random notes, along with your observation to your senior taking photos of Knights in solos, pairs, trios, and as a group. You dreamily sighed while admiring the idol you like and held your camera. Nyaitsu's head fell on the table and you didn't notice. He immediately woke up and curled himself to sleep, minding his own business while his owner is being delusional and in love. You followed how your senior held her own camera and focused the lens for the photo quality. You were too focused on following your senior's movements that copied her a little for reference purposes. You saw her click the shutter and you did the same. Your eyes widen when you realized that you took an another photo of Izumi... again in accident. "Again...?" You sighed out, aghast at the results of your work. Though it seemed stolen but the photo made it seem like time stopped, like how you view the world when your gaze fell on him. It's always like this whenever you watched Knights' lives like everything around you is frozen in time. His appearance made your heart stop and reach the point that you're in between life and death. Even if you saw him in the flesh in every Knights' live, you couldn't help but to blush more when you actually met him in person. And you began to admire him from afar ever since that day of the live. You remembered the day when you first entered Knights' live and you are at the second row seat, thanks to your boss' reward for you for doing well in work. "As a reward for doing well in your work, I have a gift for you," Your boss said and slid two tickets on her desk with her fingers. "Two tickets to Knights' live in Ensemble Square's main live stage. You'll be at the second row seats, good for you and your companion to watch their live up close. You blinked twice and raised your hand to ask her. "Er... Auntie... I'm not interested in watching lives..." "I, too, wasn't interested either." She massaged her forehead and pinched the bridge between her brows. "I wanted to ask my daughter to accompany you for the whole time inside Ensemble Square's stage. She's a fan of Knights but always listened to other units' songs in random except for Knights'." "I can just give it to her and—" The door slammed open and it revealed a woman average in height, messy mullet hair, and a camera on hand, shaking while she held it. She panted for air and his smile widen at the two tickets that laid on the boss' desk. "I heard that Knights' live is in two days. Hey, ma! Got some tickets for me and (Name)?" She asked and exclaimed in the same time. She sighed out and held the tickets and waved it on her hand, waving it and beckoned him closer. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of the tickets waving her closer and skipped her way to the desk and took hold of the tickets as she squealed like a fangirl. "But, you have to bring someone with you." She and raised her brow, "Do you have someone in mind?" "Yeah, her." She shifted her gaze to point at you with her eyes and you stepped back, taken aback at what she said. You are about to decline but she is too persistent on bringing you there to Ensemble Square. You shook your head whenever she asked you out to watch Knights' live but she never stopped asking you every chance she got. On the day of the live, she dragged you out of the apartment just as you prepared yourself to look presentable at work but she asked for a one day leave for you and her to watch a live at Ensemble Square, much to your dismay. Just as the two of you sat on the second row seats, right near the center of the stage, she pulled a lightstick from her bag and pressed the button too many times after she turned the switch button. You rolled your eyes and look away. She poked your shoulder with the lightstick and you saw the color glowing out from it. It glowed in a metallic blue color, representing Knights' color motif. You took it from her hand and held it carefully, looking at how the lightstick amazed you that your eyes glinted. As the stage lights went dim, the whole room went dark. You heard footsteps from someone on stage and stood on their positions. A soft guitar tune played and the silhouettes began to dance with the music. Your eyes never left the figures on that very stage and watched them from your seat. "Isn't this Silent Oath...?" You murmured under your breath as you recognized the song. It's the first Knights' song you've listened before you knew Knights. Your heart began to pound as you tried to familiarize who's who according to the silhouettes on the stage. Your gaze remained on one figure, whose movements are as graceful as a ballerina and it piqued your curiosity. It was until the lights shined down on him. The moment the spotlights shined down on Izumi, your eyes glinted with amazement as your heart fluttered. His silver locks and his icy blue eyes made your eyes never took off of him for the whole performance. His soft, graceful movements can be mistaken as a soft gentle breeze from the meadows. You were so sure that when he turned his head to where you were, your eyes locked gazes with him. You blushed hard at the memory and let go of your camera and looked down on your jotter pad, hiding the blush but you ended up sketching Izumi's portrait, making you turn your page and sketch on a new, blank page. Your actions scared Nyaitsu awake that he walked away few small steps away from you and slept there.

You groaned softly and shook your head to clear your thoughts as you observed your senior and jot down the very important details of your senior to report it to your boss, who is your aunt. You let out a long, quiet sigh and continued to observe and write down occasionally. Unbeknownst to you, someone stared at you from the white screen and fell into a trance. His cold gaze softened at the sight. His cold aura changed into warmth, like how the winter became spring until it turned into summer. A light chuckle was heard from the blonde along with the ravenette. They looked at each other with smug looks and hid their smirk behind their fingertips, as if they have a new tea to spill in their own circles. Just as the work came to a halt due to a break, Anzu entered the studio with five bottles of water and five towels on hand. Your senior sat on one of the chairs by the table and looked at the photos to check if it's blurry or has low quality. On the moment Anzu placed the towels and water bottles on the far end of the table, the whole unit came to take their own share and chatted about the whole shoot while your senior chatted at her and ended up having a conversation with the producer. You heard a sigh as someone sat on the chair beside yours. "She acted like Kaoru... It makes me remind on how many times she've hitted on Anzu. Sooooo~ annoying." You jolted a little as you looked on who it is. You quickly closed your notes and held your camera to turn it on to make him not to disturb you and mind their own business. But unfortunately, it didn't go the way you thought so. "Hey." He said and you ignored him. He called you out again but there was no response. "Hey, ms. "who took a picture of me a while ago" photographer, are you deaf or just pretending not to listen to me?" He gave you a cold stare and chilld crawled into your spine. Your hands began to shake as you held the camera and froze on your seat. Your fear made Nyaitsu jump out of his sleep and hissed at Izumi. His tail stood up and his back arched as he hissed at Izumi. He hissed and glared at him as if he's protecting you from danger. "Whahahahaha! Sena, you're scaring her with your glare! Look, you even made her pet hiss at you and shielded her from you like a brave knight!" Leo laughed out and Tsukasa sighed at his senior's words. "N-Nyaitsu... calm down..." You tried to calm Nyaitsu down but he still hissed at Izumi that you apologized. "I'm sorry about Nyaitsu. He's quite jumpy today for some reason." "It's alright. Just teach your cat some manners, will you?" He scoffed as he accepted your apology. Your eye twitched at his words while trying to calm Nyaitsu down. Ritsu sat on the chair by the other side of the table and rested his arms on the table and his head on it as he now sat in front of you. He looked at Nyaitsu as he reached out his hand and calmed him down by a single touch of his fingers on the cat's soft fur. "I guess your presence warned him that he thought of protecting you from danger." Ritsu muttered out and looked at you. His vermilion eyes narrowed and he grinned, revealing his sharp fangs. "I guess he didn't feel my presence either when I have plans on you." You gulped down as you stared back at him. The way your throat moved as you gulped made his grin widen. "Seems like you know what I meant." His hand continued to entertain Nyaitsu until it fell on to the table and lied down, sleeping. Ritsu stood up from his seat and walked closer to you. Then, he stood beside you and placed his hand on your shoulders and leaned closer to the side of your head. He softly breathed out, his hot breath touching your ears as you shivered at the contact and his grin turn into a smirk. Ritsu chuckled at your reaction as he inched closer to the side of your ear and and blew air to your ear. You jolted and froze as he did. You felt like you couldn't move due to how close he is by distance and how intimate his actions are. He chuckled lowly and inched closer to your neck as he slid his hands on the side of your shoulders and held it firmly. Your reactions made him want to do more as his smirk widen. "Now, what happens when I..." He opened his mouth and breathed out on your neck, forming goosebumps as his breath touched your skin. You felt like you're being pulled away from Ritsu when someone grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, making you hit his chest as an arm wrapped around your waist. "Ritsu, you know you'll leave a bad impression if you scare someone like that?" Izumi scolded Ritsu but the other just gave him a smug look in return. Arashi held her laughter that was holding at her throat and covered her mouth but she let out a giggle as a result. "Yeah, yeah, I won't do it again, Secchan~" Ritsu raised his hands in defeat and playfully rolled his eyes. Arashi's soft giggles became audible to her fellow unit members nearby until it became loud and clear as she started to laugh. "My, my, Izumi. Look at yourself. Well done, Ritsu." Tsukasa facepalmed at his seniors and sighed, "You two, would you please cut that out? Break time is over and we're doing an another round for the shoots." "For the first time of the day, Suuchan acted like a leader. Well done, Naru." Ritsu chuckled and went back to the white screen, followed by Arashi who is still giggling at the sight and calmed down as she was called by Tsukasa. Izumi look down at you and apologized, "I want to apologize about Ritsu. Are you alright?" You nodded your head and you felt him letting you go from his hold. You look up to see him and you realized that he held you closer to him, as if he's protecting you away from harm. You held your breath when your eyes looked at his icy blue ones, that are staring back at yours. You look away and apologized for staring, to which he also apologized. He is glad that you looked away when a blush dusted on his cheeks and turn his head to avoid looking at you. Izumi scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat and returned to the white screen, where he saw the other unit members looked at him with a smug face, making him look annoyed by them giving such looks at him. Izumi sighed out and massaged his forehead with his pointer finger and thumb and groaned, "If you have something to say in mind then say it out. Don't waste my time." He crossed his arms as he huffed out. Their smug looks turned into a grin and changed into a smirk. "Secchan, you're blushing." "Izumi, you're in love." "Sena, you gave me inspiration." "Senior Sena, don't deny it—" "Because denial is a river in Egypt." They said altogether as if they had planned it all along, earning a facepalm from Izumi himself and an annoyed sigh. Anzu and your senior held their chuckle as the senior photographer covered her mouth with her hand and the other looking away. "I've heard enough. Back to work."

The photoshoot officially ended for the day the moment you and your senior bade farewell to Knights and exited the studio, you both exhaled out and sighed. It made you feel the urge of sprinting your way out of the building and make a mad dash to the seashore and scream out your feelings to the calm sea. But instead, you groaned in annoyance when your senior, who is your cousin, walked beside you and teased you for being shy towards Ritsu and Arashi, especially Izumi as the two of you walked your way out of Ensemble Square. "Haha, what? You're acting all cute and flustered. Back then, too many guys wanted to date you because of that." She pointed out on how almost every guy in campus back in your high school days swooned at how cute you looked, not to mention, you were known for being beautiful and pretty in their eyes. You flicked her forehead to give her a sense of reality and retorted in response. "I rejected those jerks on the spot because they have other plans in mind and that is to get their hands under my pants." You poked her head and pushed your finger to teach her a lesson for pestering you. "I am well aware on how disgusting their minds are so I rather die than saying yes to them." "Yeah, right. Whatever you say..." She sighed out and you smirked at your victory that you turned your head to avoid your cousin's teasing smirk. She let out a smug look and looked at you with a mischievous grin. "And what about him?" You glared at her and sighed, "I'd rather avoid making eye contact with him." "Yeah..." She paused for a moment and grinned, "Yeah, right... Not when he's walking this way and he's right behind you now..." "Pardon?" You raised your brow as you looked at her. You saw how her eyes only moved to make you look behind of you as she moved her head. You look back to see that Izumi is right behind you, looking at you with the same cold gaze like earlier. You held your breath and turned around to face him, surprising her, Nyaitsu and Izumi for your sudden action. Poor cat jumped out from his nap when he slept in your coat pocket. "Mr. Sena...! D-Do you have something to ask or to tell something to us?" You ask as you stuttered while pointing yourself and your cousin. You mentally scolded yourself for stuttering and nervously gulped down when you felt his gaze on you. "Actually, I was going to ask you if it was you who I met by the seaside when I went out for a walk this morning." He bluntly replied and seriously looked at you. You froze when he said it that you began to hesitate on answering. Her smirk widened and teased you as she raised her brow and nudged your side with her elbow. "Oho? So you met him before, huh, (Name)?" You jolted at her question and gave her a side eye glare. Suddenly, Nyaitsu climbed out of your pocket to sit on your shoulder as he napped there. Izumi's eyes widened a little and his blank look turned into a smirk as his words came out of his lips in realization. "It seems that I finally found you, (Name), junior photographer of YMSK Modeling Agency." Your jaw dropped. For the umpteenth time, you were so glad that you have a mask on right now but not the you this morning because he knows what you look like. You paled at how he knows your name, your status in the modeling agency and its name. Your cousin's jaw dropped too and she is too stunned to speak. 'Please kill me...' You thought as you froze on the spot. 'Well done, Nyaitsu... you revealed me to him and finally knew who I am...' "P-Please to meet you, Mr. Sena..." You said as you wryly smiled behind your mask. In your point of view, you throught that his gaze sharpened and turned into a glare that it seemed like he skinned you alive by looking at you. When in reality, he's just looking at you with his usual gaze. "Ah, er... if you'll excuse us..." You took your cousin's hand and briskly walked away from Izumi and Nyaitsu clinged on your shoulder as you left with her at the corridor. "Wait...! You forgot something..." His words faltered when you disappeared as you turned the corner with your cousin. He looked down at the camera he held in his hands and saw your name engraved at the leather strap of your camera and brushed it with his thumb. You gripped her hand tightly as you walked away when you felt your heart pounding and breathed heavily as you walked out of the building with your cousin. You weren't so sure if you're embarrassed, shy, scared, or something else. It confused you completely to the core. You let go of her hand and ran away from her. "Huh? (Name)?! Wait for me!" Your cousin followed you as you ran. But running is her weakness that she stopped and knelt on the stone floor, heavily panting. You ran and ran to where your legs will take you. You felt tears running out of your eyes and wiped it with the sleeve of your coat. More tears kept falling as you ran. You stopped running when you stood in front of the seashore. You leaned on the fence as you watched the sun setting down to the horizon. You saw how the morning blue sky turned into orange in twilight. The once blue sea turned violet as the sun's reflection on the water dispersed as the waves flowed to the land and back to the sea. You sighed out and held back your tears. You are scared to face anyone else to the point that you wanted to be alone until you've recovered from your fear. You began to shed tears and wept as you hid your face with the sleeves of your coat and sobbed.

At the common room of Starmony Dorm, a unit gathered themselves, occupying every seat there and bombarded questions to someone named Izumi Sena of Knights, who is currently holding a camera and looked at every detail on the camera on his hands while sitting on the couch. "Whoa, Sena, you met her before? No wonder why you kept staring at her." Leo pointed out after he asked Izumi and Arashi added, "It seemed like we found his fated partner." "Too late, Secchan~ It seems like you couldn't deny the fact that you stared at her with a longing gaze." Ritsu teased and smirked. Meanwhile, on the other hand, Tsukasa tried to stop his seniors for teasing Izumi. "Will you three tone that down...?" Izumi somewhat ignored his unitmates' teasing and looked at the camera. He accidentally pressed a button and turned the camera on, letting out a small beep and quick shifting of the lens and it caught everyone's attention. His eyes widen when he pressed a button to show the pictures taken from the present. It first revealed a stolen picture of Izumi while posing at the actual camera and photographer in front of him. He pressed the same button again and revealed an another stolen shot of Izumi close up while walking as he looked at the other side of the street. He was impressed that even though it's an accidental or a stolen shot. The picture's quality amazed him and the fact that this camera is owned by a junior photographer made him more curious about the owner of the camera. He didn't mean to invade someone's privacy with this camera but he needs to know about you. Izumi pressed the button again and showed a few pictures of Nyaitsu lying down on his back while posing for the camera, attempting to look cute in front of the lens. He pressed the button a few more times and saw a picture of you looking away and tried to hide the lens with your hand, followed by you looking at the camera, surprised that you were taken a photo by someone behind the camera, and came next a photo that he thought of keeping it with him. It's a photo of you, looking at something that caught your attention, gazing at something with a longing gaze, your elbow propped on the table and your cheek resting on the palm of your hand while your other arm rested on the table, holding a pen on hand. Judging from the way you held your pen, you twirled it with your fingers when this photo was taken. Leo looked at the camera curiously as Izumi looked at the pictures taken with this camera. He saw how Izumi smiled when he looked at the picture of you on the camera. "Someone is in love~" Leo said as he laid his head on Izumi's lap, turning the silver-haired idol's attention to the ginger. "So, what does she look like? Is she pretty?" "I have a feeling that she seemed beautiful... she wore a mask when she came here..." Arashi sighed as she placed her hand on her cheek and swooned. Ritsu added, "She smells like cherry blossoms and strawberries combined and she smelled like a cat because of her pet." "And Nyaitsu sounded like Knights, right?" Leo sat up on the couch and pointed a fact about your cat. "It does sound like Little John's kittens when we named her kittens after our names." "Well, it does sounded like that..." Tsukasa commented and looked at Izumi, who is still quiet while looking at more pictures that were taken and captured with your camera. "Hm, Izumi? Why do you have a picture of (Name) on your camera?" Someone behind Izumi asked him and he recognized who is it judging from his voice. He turn around to see Kaoru Hakaze, a unit member of UNDEAD, his best friend of the Sanbaka group, known in class 3-A at Yumenosaki Academy, hovering behind Izumi while looking at your camera, the camera that Izumi had on his hand while your picture is in display. "Kaoru, you know her?" Izumi raised his brow at him and Kaoru answered, "She's at the media course two years ago. She graduated along with us back then." "Wait, she's also a third year that time?" Tsukasa asked Kaoru and he nodded. "So she's an upperclassman, huh?" Coincidentally, a picture of you wearing Yumenosaki Academy's signature blue blazer. A flower pin is pinned on your left chest on your blazer and a green necktie is hanging underneath your collar. A wide smile was formed on your face that you laughed happily while trying to smile while you were taken a picture by someone behind the camera. Tears formed on the corner of your eyes as you smiled while holding a diploma case on one hand while you tried to tucking your hair behind your ear with the other. The way your hair flowed while the wind blew past you was being blown by the gentle spring breeze as the cherry blossom petals fell and being carried away by the wind. The pink cherry blossoms behind you was blurry that the camera is mostly focused on you and you alone. Izumi blushed when he saw the photo and Kaoru let out a smug look. "She's really pretty, isn't she?" Izumi let out a distressed sigh and groaned, "Kaoru, since you know who she is, then you flirted at her back then, didn't you?" "Well, now that you've said that..." Kaoru scratched the back of his head and look away, flustered and embarrassed. "I actually hitted up on her when I first saw her at campus. She's really pretty that I've been flirting at her whenever I saw her at the hallways but she always gave me the most scariest glare I've ever seen too many times over in return. The others blinked twice while listening to Kaoru in sync. "If looks could kill, then her glare is way more scarier than yours, Izumi." "Wow! So there's someone who is way more scarier than Sena? I'm impressed! Should we give her a nickname?" Leo exclaimed that everyone's heads turned to face the composer. "Ah~ Senaaaa~ I want to meet her again..." "But she left her camera here..." Arashi pointed at the camera on Izumi's hand but Izumi continued to look at the pictures every time he pressed the button and stopped when something caught his attention. It's a photo of you sleeping. You were hugging a pillow, snuggling it up close while your hair splayed on the lower part of the pillow. You seemed peaceful when you slept that he thought of you as an angel. The way how your eyes closed when you slept made him think He suddenly shook his head and he immediately turned the camera off and placed it on his lap. The blush never left his face and everyone grinned at how pink Izumi seemed right now. "Izumi, it seems like you brought Little Tori's hair to shame." Arashi chuckled at his senior model's blush and Ritsu grinned, "Seems like that she made you blush like this. How cute, Secchan." Izumi facepalmed and sighed again, "Don't you three have anything else other than teasing? Sooooo~ annoying." Everyone laughed at Izumi that he irked and sighed again and left the common room in silence. "Senaaaaa! The next time you kidnap someone, make sure to steal her heart, okay?!" "Shut your mouth, Leo!" He snapped but that made Leo laugh more. Izumi groaned and returned to his shared dorm room in silence. On his way back to his dorm room, he stared out at the window at the hallway on the third floor of the dorm building. He saw the courtyard view at night that he let out a small sigh. He saw the camera on his hand and held it tightly yet firmly. If there is a day that he wanted to see you again, then it'll be by tomorrow or someday soon.

At the same night, in the living room, you told your cousin that you left your camera at Ensemble Square's studio. She paled that she exclaimed, "Huh?! You left your camera at Ensemble Square?!" Your cousin exclaimed and sat on the couch in the living room, exasperated at the news. "That's it! You're going back there with me by tomorrow after we settle the paperwork at the agency." "No! I don't want to go back there unless it's for work purposes!" You shook your head as you hugged the pillow tightly and planted your face on it. She groaned in return and grabbed your cheeks with her hands, forcing you to face her and she glared. "You're coming with me whether you like it or not." "Yes, ma'am." You quickly answered and ran back to your room and locked the door shut after you closed it. 'What have I gotten myself into...?' The next morning at work, you hid behind your desk, editing the pictures to enhance the quality but you made less adjustments until the desired color, tint, tone, and sharpness. Meanwhile your cousin, who is your senior at work, printed her documents as she sipped her coffee. You sat there and tiredly look at the computer screen while clicking the mouse as you listened to Silent Oath for how long on loop. You let out a long sigh until someone knocked on your cubicle, which you considered as a wall to hide yourself while working. You look up to see who's knocking and it's the front desk manager and your boss, who is your aunt during off-duty. "What brings you two here?" You raised your brow and asked your aunt. She answered, "You have a visitor." That's quite unusual. "If it's someone from my former alma mater then shoo them away." You replied and return to face your work. "Actually, it's important and urgent because they really wanted to see you." Your aunt said that you clicked a few times and put the computer screen to sleep and sighed. You pushed the swivel chair backwards to give yourself space to move and stand on your feet. "Fine..." You left your desk and went to the main entrance of the agency building. Just as you left the main office, your cousin looked at your walking figure disappearing as you turned the corner and raised her brow as she looked at her mother and asked her, "You didn't tell her who, didn't you?" "Well, her visitor prefers seeing her in person because he wanted to talk to her alone." She answered and crossed her arms. She looked at her daughter and smirked, "Let's give her some alone time, shall we?" On your way to the lobby, you hummed the song that never left your mind ever since the day started and curiously thought of who your visitor might be. You hoped that it's not an admirer or stalkers who came to see your co-workers. You wished that all of those will stop but that can't be helped when you're at the modeling agency. Of course, you worked at a modeling agency so this happened often. You arrived at the lobby and look around to see who's looking for you but there was none. You sighed in relief. You wouldn't know who'll be at the lobby wanting to see you. You hoped it's not someone from your previous alma mater or someone you met from work. "Nice to meet you, (Name)." Or so you thought... The moment you turn around to see who called you, you saw Izumi Sena, stood there by the counter. His arms are crossed while leaning on the counter on his shoulder. His cold gaze stared into your eyes that you froze. You could feel how cold it is the moment your eyes gazed back at his. You avoided his stare that your eyes trailed on the leather strap on his shoulder. Your name engraved on the leather strap became visible to you that you realized that he came here to return your camera. You held your breath and your hands began to shake in fear. From the other exit to the lobby, your aunt and cousin sneaked behind to the counter listened to your conversation with Izumi in silence. "Why are we here?" Your cousin whispered to her mother and she only shushed her and pointed up, meaning that they'll listen to them for a while. "No greetings? You don't have manners at all, do you?" He asked as his stare became a little sharp and his aura became colder to the point that it reached absolute zero. You gulped down and stuttered out, "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." You fiddled your thumbs and look down to avoid his stare once again and greeted him back. "N-Nice to meet you too, Mr. Sena..." "What is Izumi doing...?!" Arashi whispered out her yells when she wore a disguise and hid behind the newspaper she held. "Secchan is scaring her... Should we help him?" Ritsu yawned as he rested his head on Arashi's shoulder and napped. "It's better to leave him like that." Tsukasa, who seemed done with his seniors' shenanigans just groaned quietly and glanced at Izumi for a moment. You heard him sigh. He held the leather strap and removed the camera off of him. You felt the camera on your hands and held your camera as it landed on your hands. He placed the leather strap on your neck and on your shoulders, making you wearing it. "You left this yesterday at the studio," He said, softly and put a hand on his pocket. "I wanted to tell you that I'm returning your camera but you ran away before I could tell you." You held your breath at what he said. You bowed down from your waist and apologized profusely. "I-I'm sorry...! I didn't mean to do that! I-I just... er..." He annoyingly sighed, "Look up, will you?" You immediately straighten your back and apologized again. "I'm sorry..." "There's no need to apologize," He said and paused for a moment. "I'm just returning it to you. Nothing more, nothing less." "S-Still... I wanted to apologize for being a bother..." You held your camera tight as you apologized. "I-If you'll excuse me, I have to go." You left the lobby and returned to the office, still scared at the fact that Izumi came all the way here to return the camera to you and you thought that became a bother to him. A sigh was heard at the seats at the lobby. Arashi folded the newspaper in half and in fourths, while glaring at Izumi. "You messed it all up, big time." "Well, what am I supposed to say when she acted like a cornered mouse?" Izumi retorted and crossed his arms again. "I didn't mean to scare her Naru." Ritsu yawned and commented at Izumi, "This is why Izumi Sena, who often went to Florence and return to Japan for work, doesn't get any dating experience or observing a couple there at Italy and ended up scaring a girl who worked at a modeling agency as a photographer." Arashi raised her brow at the ravenette's words and commented, "Says you, who often clinged at your childhood friend and scaring him by biting him on the neck with your fangs. You don't have any dating experience either, Ritsu." Ritsu retorted and snickered, "Also you, Naru. You don't have any dating experience either." "At least I shared it with Mika." Arashi smirked and Ritsu was left speechless. Tsukasa snickered and his two seniors glanced at him and the garnet-haired remained quiet, for he has no dating experience either. The three idols in the lobby just sighed at the fact that they have no dating experience or talk to girls normally other than Anzu. Arashi lit up and a light bulb popped out of her head. "Should we ask Hiyori or Kaoru on how to talk to girls?" Everyone turned their heads on Arashi and nodded. They looked back at Izumi and Tsukasa asked him, "Don't you have an appointment with the boss of the agency today at nine?" Arashi facepalmed and remembered that she and Izumi have an appointment with your boss. "Ah, right..." "That's my cue to leave~" Your aunt whispered to her daughter and sneaked out of the front desk and quickly walked back to her office. "That woman..." She clenched her fist while looking at her mother walking away from the exit of the front desk counter.

You tried to focus on your work but your mind still wandered back to Izumi. You felt like crying right now because you're too scared to face him again. You tried to breathe and calm yourself down but nothing worked. You covered your face with your hands and held your tears. You were about to cry until your phone buzzed and a notification popped up on your lock screen. Bossy Mom: Come here at the office right now. Daughter of Mischief: For what reason>:)))) Bossy Mom: I have something to show you. You took your phone on the table and messaged them. Cat Lover: Why do you need us to come to your office? Don't you have an appointment with someone? Bossy Mom: More like there's two of them. I forgot to tell you two. Daughter of Mischief: I'm here at the door. That better not beASDFGHJKL OMG YOU DID JUST NOT Daughter of Mischief: (NAME) COME HERE YOU GOTTA SEE THIS You rolled your eyes and left your desk as you strutted your way to the boss' office, your aunt's office. The way your cousin typed in caps made you think that something is interesting and surprising to her but that made your stomach churn when you felt something bad. As you reached the door, you sighed out and knocked on the door. You turned the knob and opened the door, revealing yourself, looking annoyed. "Pardon the intrusion! If there is something you want to tell me, my dear cousin and aunt, please elaborate—" Your words cut off the moment violet and blue eyes stared at you. You froze at the door and slowly closed it, letting out a creak. Just before you could close the door shut, someone from the other side stopped you from doing so by grabbing your hand and dragged you in. They closed the door shut and locked the door from the inside of the room. "What the—" You were thrown by someone from your arm and you hit a soft wall— more like someone's chest and held you in place to maintain your balance. You heard a chuckle and you could recognize who it is. "My, of all things she could bump in to is actually Izumi~" "Naru, will you tone that down?" His arms still holding you and you backed away when you realized who. Your back bumped into someone's chest and hugged you from behind. "Long time no see, Little (Name)~" Arashi cooed and hugged you tight. It's been years since someone called you with that nickname. You realized that it's someone you knew in the past. "Rashi?" You called her in a questioning tone and she hummed. You hugged her back and squealed, "I miss you! I couldn't recognize you because you seem different from before!" "I didn't know you're also an alumnus at Yumenosaki..." She sighed and hugged you tight yet firm. "I called you Little (Name) in the past but I didn't expect that you'll be my upperclassman." "And I didn't expect Rashi will be one of my underclasswomen. You're so tall that I could reach you when I'm on my toes~" You giggled as you cupped her cheeks and squished it. Izumi was aghast at your interaction with Arashi. You seemed different from earlier when you acted all shy and scared towards him but acting all friendly when it comes to Arashi and annoyed towards your cousin, who is your senior at work and your aunt, who is your boss at work. His mouth slightly open agape, flabbergasted. You let go of Arashi but she still held you close as her arms clinged on your waist and asked her, "How did you know that it's me, Rashi?" "I saw a childhood photo of you and your cousin at your boss' desk." She chuckled and answered in response as she pointed at the picture frame on the desk. She squished your cheeks with both hands and smiled. "You look more pretty than the last time I saw you. What a glow up." "Hehe... Rashi~" You giggled and smiled at her, making her smile brighten up like the sun. Izumi recovered from shock and blurted out, "So that girl who we thought that is younger than us is actually her?" Izumi pointed at you and Arashi and your aunt nodded. Arashi answered as she clinged on to you like how you cling on her in the past. "She came to our photoshoot in the past and played with her at the garden remember? She's a young model back then but she stopped playing with us when she moved away." "And now, our little princess is back with us again~!" Arashi squeezed you and nuzzled her cheek on yours. You giggled, feeling overwhelmed at the affection Arashi gave you. "Rashi... quit calling me little... am I that small in your perspective...?" "Too small that I could fit you in my pocket like your little Nyaitsu~" She gave your cheek a big smooch and pulled away. Her lipstick left a mark on your cheek and let go of you. Izumi scoffed and clicked his tongue. "Tch. Would you please stop being touchy towards her? It irks me." Arashi gave him a smug look and smirked, "Jealous? I can give her more kisses than you are, Izumi. Should I give her more for you?" Izumi's eye twitch that he began to fume with anger but never revealed it right in front of you or anyone else in the office but Arashi knew that he is indeed jealous. Your aunt cleared her throat to catch everyone's attention and everyone in her office all turn to face her. "Since everyone is already here, I have an announcement to make." "(Name), you're going to be Knights' photographer for a year. You'll be moved to Ensemble Square for a collaboration project with Knights and YMSK Modeling Agency." Your jaw dropped at the announcement and Arashi squeezed you and squealed. You blinked twice and raised your hand to ask her. "Why me? I'm not a professional photographer and I'm just a junior..." "Well, that's because your talents in photography were proven and revealed to someone," She answered and let out a sly smirk. "From someone who returned your camera and told me about it." Your face went pale and shifted your gaze to look at Izumi, who avoided looking at you by facing away from you. Arashi snickered and let out a chuckle. "Actually, not just him." You sighed out, "Rashi..." She chuckled as she swayed while hugging you close. "I'm sorry... I wanted to avoid it but I can't help it..." "(Name), you're no longer a junior anymore," Your aunt said as she softly smiled. "You immersed yourself alongside your senior while she's working and you observed her in every detail. In this level, you could be a professional due to your camera handling skills. A camera can only be tamed by talented hands and yours are born natural because an expert taught you carefully from scratch." "Because of that, you'll be promoted as a senior photographer but you still have less experience in working with an another professional so I guess that this could be a good opportunity for you to work with someone. Not to mention, you have former colleagues who can guide you to the entertainment industry while you're learning step by step." You couldn't say anything at this announcement that your aunt told you. It made you fall silent and nearly faint for holding your breath as you listened. You blinked twice and nodded. Izumi stared at you. His gaze softened as he looked at you. He wanted to act the same as how Arashi did to you but he couldn't. He only stood there and look away, hiding his sadness behind his annoyed expression.

W/N:

I hate him (affectionately). just wait for next year and watch me cringe after i read this.

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Blizzard of Desire

The howling winds of the blizzard rattled the towering windows of Lucian Clark's corner office, casting an eerie glow over the stacks of reports and spreadsheets scattered across his desk. He sat hunched over his laptop, his brows furrowed in concentration as he worked tirelessly to wrap up the last of the end-of-quarter financials. Beside him, his personal assistant, Ruth Woodward, with her auburn hair neatly pinned back, typed furiously, her fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced precision.

Outside, snow whipped violently against the glass. Lucian glanced up, his icy blue eyes narrowing as he surveyed the deteriorating conditions. "Ruth, what's the latest update on the forecast?"

Ruth's eyes flickered with concern as she scanned the weather update on her screen. "The storm is only getting worse, looks like white-out conditions and potential power losses throughout the night."

Lucian exhaled slowly. "Looks like we may be stuck here for a while."

His words hung heavy in the air, the implication of their situation setting in. Trapped alone in the office, with no way to leave until the storm passed. Lucian felt unease creep down his spine, and his usual stoic demeanour was betrayed by the subtle clench of his jaw.

Ruth, sensing his discomfort, straightened in her chair. "I'll see if I can find some supplies we can use. We'll need a way to stay warm and dry at least."

Lucian nodded, his gaze returning to the computer screen, though his mind wandered elsewhere, already weighing the challenges they'd face in the coming hours.

Just as Ruth began rummaging through the cabinets, a sudden crack of thunder made them both jump. The lights flickered and died, plunging the office into complete darkness.

"What the-" Lucian's voice was sharp with frustration as he fumbled for his phone, the glow of the screen shining a sickly light across his face.

Ruth's own phone quickly joined his with a faint, unsteady glow. "Looks like the power's gone out," she murmured, peering about.

Lucian tenses, his free hand gripping the edge of his desk. "Wonderful. Just what we needed."

The sarcasm in his tone pricked a twinge of annoyance in Ruth. "Well, we'll have to make the best of it. I'll see if I can find some emergency supplies in the break room."

She moved to stand, but Lucian's voice stopped her. "No. We stay put. It's too dangerous to be wandering around in the dark."

Ruth hesitated, then reluctantly settled back into her chair. "Alright, then what do you suggest we do?"

Lucian considered their options. "We wait it out. There's no point in risking injury or getting lost in this mess."

Ruth nodded, though the concern in her eyes was evident. "I'll gather what we can here.”

As she began to move, Lucian's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around her wrist before quickly letting go. “Be careful. It’s dangerous in the dark.”

Ruth blinked, momentarily taken aback by the unusual display of emotion from her boss. "Yes, sir. I’ll be careful.”

The only sound was the howling wind that continued to batter the windows. Ruth had scavenged what she could—a couple of blankets, some snacks, bottled water, and a portable charger for their phones. Lucian, for his part, had remained largely silent, his eyes scanning the dim outlines of the office.

As the night wore on, the chill in the air began to seep through their layers. Ruth shivered, her teeth chattering softly. Lucian noticed, and without a word, he walked over and draped one of the blankets around her shoulders.

Ruth’s eyes widened in surprise. Her gaze met his in the flickering light of their phones. "Thank you," she said, pulling the blanket tighter around herself.

Lucian nodded, his ice-blue eyes softening ever so slightly. "Can't have you freezing to death on me, can I?"

A small, tentative smile tugged at the corners of Ruth's lips. "I suppose not."

They settled back into an uneasy silence. As Lucian rose to return to his seat, his foot snagged an errant cord. With a sharp inhale, he braced himself for the impact. Ruth surged from her chair with hands outstretched to catch him. Lucian staggered, gripping her steadying frame as surprise flickered in his ice blue eyes meeting emerald.

"Careful," she said, her voice low and soothing.

Lucian felt a strange spark from her touch. Caught off guard, he found himself at a loss for words. "I...I'm fine." He cleared his throat. “Thanks.”

Ruth's fingers lingered on his arm. "Your eyes must be having trouble adjusting to the dark. Let me help you."

Lucian tensed, his natural instinct to resist any offer of assistance. But as Ruth's gentle gaze met his, he found himself reluctantly nodding.

"Alright," he conceded, his voice barely above a whisper.

Carefully, Ruth guided him to a chair, her movements sure and steady. As they settled back into their makeshift camp, Lucian found his gaze drawn to Ruth's face, the flickering light casting soft shadows across her features. He watched as she chewed her lower lip in concentration, her brows furrowed as she contemplated their situation.

Suddenly, she let out a small, unexpected laugh, the sound startling Lucian.

"What's so funny?” he asked curiously.

Ruth smiled sheepishly. "It's just... I never thought I'd be trapped in the office with you, of all people, during a blizzard." She shook her head, a strand of auburn hair falling across her face. "It's almost comical, in a way."

Lucian felt the corners of his mouth twitch, a hint of amusement playing across his features. "I suppose you're right. Though I must admit, I'm glad it’s you I’m stranded with.”

The admission hung in the air and Ruth's eyes widened slightly at his words.

Lucian quickly looked away. “Let me get us some water,” he said to ease the tension.

But as he stood up and attempted to make a turn to the small table where they had placed the water bottles, Lucian stumbled once more. In a moment of pure reflex, Ruth reached out, her fingers curling around his arm at an attempt to steady him like she did earlier. But this time, she couldn’t support his full weight, and he ended up landing squarely on top of her. The two found themselves entangled, their faces mere inches apart. For a long, breathless moment, they simply stared at each other, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Lucian gazed down at Ruth, his ice-blue eyes widening with a mix of surprise and something else—a flickering vulnerability that he seldom allowed anyone to see. Ruth's emerald eyes were wide, her lips parted slightly as she struggled to catch her breath, the warmth of his body pressed against hers stirring a fluttering sensation in the pit of her stomach.

Slowly, Lucian lifted himself off of her, his movements deliberate and careful, eyes never leaving Ruth’s. "Are you alright?" he murmured, his voice rough.

Ruth nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips. "I'm fine," she breathed, her eyes searching his face. "And you?"

Lucian cleared his throat, his expression unreadable. "Yes, I..." He trailed off, his eyes flickering down to her lips.

Ruth's lips curled into a soft, amused smile, her green eyes gleaming. “Are you perhaps… Clumsy, Mr. Clark?” She reached out to steady herself, her fingers brushing against his arm.

The touch sent a jolt of electricity through them both, and for a heartbeat, they stood frozen, acutely aware of the intimacy of the moment and Lucian found himself leaning in, drawn to the magnetic pull of Ruth’s presence.

His gaze flickered between Ruth's eyes and her lips, his expression a warring mix of longing and apprehension. Slowly, almost involuntarily, he lifted his hand, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her cheek. Ruth's breath caught in her throat at the tender gesture, her eyes fluttering closed as she instinctively leaned into his touch.

The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them suspended in a moment stopped in time. Lucian's heart pounded in his chest, the weight of their situation pressing down on him, even as the allure of Ruth's proximity threatened to overwhelm his senses.

Closing the distance between them, Lucian brushed his lips against hers, the kiss feather-light and hesitant, a silent question that begged for an answer. Ruth responded without hesitation, her hand coming up to tangle in the soft locks of his hair as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss with a fervent intensity that left them both breathless.

When they finally parted, their foreheads resting together, Lucian let out a ragged sigh, his eyes still closed.

"What have we done?" Ruth whispered, her voice trembling.

Lucian's eyes slowly opened, his icy gaze piercing through the darkness as he drank in the sight of her. "Ruth, I..." he faltered. All pretence of control slipped away, and he found himself utterly captivated by the woman before him.

Gently tucking an errant lock of hair behind her ear, Lucian cupped Ruth's face in his hands without a word. Ruth’s own hands slid up his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt. The chill air gave way to warm breaths mingling, every brush of skin threatening to consume them both.

Slowly, he dipped his head, his lips hovering just above Ruth's as they stood still, suspended in a moment that seemed to stretch on forever. Ruth's eyes fluttered closed, her heart pounding in anticipation.

Then, Lucian inched forward, and his lips met Ruth’s in a kiss so delicate, so light, it was as if he was afraid she might shatter beneath his touch. Ruth sighed into the kiss, her fingers trailing up to tangle in his hair to pull him closer.

The kiss deepened as they allowed their inhibitions to melt away. Lucian's hands slid down to her waist, drawing her body flush against his own as he savoured her soft curves. Ruth melted into his touch, her entire world reducing down to the taste of his lips on hers, the heat of his skin, the intoxicating scent of him.

Time ceased to exist as they lost themselves in the heady exploration of each other, every caress and whispered breath overwhelmed their every rational thought. Lucian's grip tightened, his desire to possess her, to claim her as his own, becoming increasingly apparent.

Breathless and flushed as they parted, they stared at each other, the weight of their actions looming large between them. But in that moment, nothing else mattered but the taste of each other's lips and the promise of a future they had yet to fully comprehend.

The storm raged on outside, but within the confines of the office, Ruth and Lucian were lost in a world of their own.

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