#and it's also frowned upon to freak out at the people cheering and i dont even want to do that like.

[yappacadaver]

im still so tired mang like fuck. fuckkkk

[hwangsies]

SILVER SOLUTION

(part 2 of galvanising green, read part 1 first!)

pairing: slytherin!hyunjin x slytherin!reader

summary: you dont know where you stand with hyunjin after the greenhouse incident, getting grouped together in potions class might give the both of you some clarity.

warnings: swearing, smut as in: heavy petting, some bathtub fun, praise kink i guess, pretty tame and very fluffy

3.6 k words,

enjoy <3

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“class, listen up” your potions professor claps his hands together “today we’re making amortentia upon a special request from ms weasley” he smiles at victoire, who’s standing next to you behind labtable.

Potions is your only class you have together this year so you’re always exited for it, especially cause she excels in almost every class.

“mom told me she only realised that she liked dad through making this in class” she whispers to you as the professor keeps telling the class about the ingredients.

“mhh” you nod, pretending to be interested, but you simply cant be. Not when hyunjin is staring holes into the back of your head.

You turn around slightly just to see him at the table diagonally behind you, propped up with elbows on the table and locking eyes with you.

He clears his throat and straightens up to look over at his partner, james , when you catch him.

You sigh as the professor tells the class to begin, victoire already starting to chop up some rose thorns.

“hey, can you grab the pearldust and measure it?” she rips you out of your thoughts about if you were to harsh to the blonde boy that’s been on your mind for the past week.

“uhh- yea” you mumble, grabbing the little sliver bag that’s labelled as ‘pearl dust’.

“how much of this?” you ask before victoire points at the measurements in the book that’s laying infront of her on the table.

After about 20 minutes of mixing the ingredients you suddenly hear a loud clinging of someone dropping a glass, followed by yelling.

You turn around to see hyunjin and james at each others throats, fellow classmates quickly jumping in to get them off of each other.

“hey!” your professor comes running “this kind of behaviour is not acceptable in my classroom! I forbid it!” he says sternly.

Hyunjin and james breathing heavily as they nod apologetically.

The professor looks around before his eyes land on victoire “ms weasly would you be so kind to switch places with mr hwang?” he asks but you know its more of an order than a request.

“uh-“ your best friend looks over at you before a small grin tugs at her lips “yea of course” she chirps.

Your eyes widen as she leaves you alone, turning back around to your concoction to mix the fluid before hyunjin appears in your peripheral.

“hey” he says in a small voice, you just nod, eyes trained on the liquid that’s slowly gaining a pearly sheen.

“you’re still not gonna talk to me?” he asks, watching the silver liquid in the big pot as well.

“I said everything I had to say” you answer blankly.

“well I didn’t” he rebuttals, at which your eyes jump up diagonally to meet his.

“what did you and james fight about?” you ask, ignoring his statement before.

“that’s private” he says almost immediately after you stop speaking, at which you huff.

“that’s great, hwang. i love talking to you when you get defensive” you say sarcastically, continuously stirring the potion.

He exhales irritatedly “then why do you always bring up stuff that you know I don’t want to talk about?”

“because, shocker hyunjin the world doesn’t revolve around you” you turn to him, gesturing with the hand that isn’t stirring the liquid “also jesus christ how much aftershave did you put on?” you scrunch up your nose.

He furrows his brows at you before scoffing “you’re the one to talk, your perfume is stinking up this place” he shakes his head as he looks away from you.

“excuse me?” you turn to him.

“yea- as soon as I got here all I could freaking sme-“ he stops himself and his expression softens as he looks from the liquid in pot back to your face.

“what?” you ask, still infuriated as you look over to see the silver spiralling steam coming out of the pot, signalling that the amortentia is working.

“wow!” your professor comes over and applauds “that’s looking really good kids!”

You feel the blood rush to your head when you lock eyes with hyunjin again.

“I don’t feel too good professor I need to go to the bathroom” you quickly excuse yourself before storming out of the classroom, not waiting for an answer.

Hyunjin is quick to tell him that he’ll go check on you before running after you.

“y/n” he yells down the hall “can you stop running away from me? its getting old” he pants as he catches up with you.

“I never told you to follow me” you snap back, not stopping “leave me alone”

“no” he grabs your wrist to stop you, looking into your eyes when he succeeds “I like you, a lot”

“and I know that you like me back” his eyes are soft when he looks into yours.

“so for as long as you smell my aftershave and I smell your perfume in the amortentia I will run after you” you swallow when he closes in on your personal space.

“it doesn’t matter what I smell because I don’t know if i can trust you” you say quietly.

“I understand, but what can I do to change that?” he asks seriously, you shrug your shoulders.

Hyunjin gnaws at his lower lip, sliding his hand down your wrist to enclose your smaller hand in his.

“how about I can be your boyfriend for like 2 weeks, as a test run” you chuckle and shake your head.

“no-no listen” he pleads.

“yea- okay” you signal him to keep going.

“and if you don’t want me after that we’ll just stop, no pressure no anything, we don’t even have to tell people” he proposes.

“you don’t want to tell people because you don’t want other girls to know?” you ask teasingly.

“I- no-“ he sighs when he sees your grin.

At the same moment the door to the classroom open and the whole class comes out for their lunch break.

Hyunjin looks at you before looking back at them.

“what?” you ask, but he doesn’t answer you.

“hey!” he shouts at the fellow students including james and victoire “I like her!” he points at you.

“oh my god” you whisper, burying your face in your hand embarrassedly.

“a lot!!” he continues before looking down at you “she’s smart and funny and not to mention incredibly beautiful”

“get a room” someone yells before the students laugh and move past the two of you.

“I don’t care about other girls” he turns to you again “please?”

You inhale deeply before nodding “okay”

His pretty lips form into a big smile as his hands find your waist over your cloak.

“so does that mean I’m your boyfriend now?” he pulls you closer to his body, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes turning into crescents.

“14 days test trial boyfriend, sure” you grin back as he slowly leans down.

“but” you say, making him stop his actions “you’ll need to earn the first kiss as my boyfriend” you softly tap your index finger against his lips.

He groans playfully and buries his face into your neck “okay” he mumbles “whatever you want” he presses a kiss to your cheek as you grin victoriously.

-

"are you ever going to tell me why you and james fought in class two days ago?"

"It's not that serious" hyunjin shakes his head, not looking up from the notes on his lap.

"okay" you hum, pushing you hair back when a breeze of wind rushes through hagrids pumpkin field.

You observe the tall blond boy sitting on one of the huge pumpkins next to the one you're sitting on.

"did it possibly have to do with the big griffyndor vs slytherin quidditch match coming up?" you absently tap your feather against the tough skin of the pumpkin.

He sighs, looking up at you "yea"

"Scouts are coming and seekers aren't needed as much as other players, you know, since there's only one in each team" he runs a hand through his hair.

"so we know only one of us could possibly get scouted" you lock eyes.

"you dont know that" you try cheering him up "what if they think the both of you are amazing?"

Hyunjin chuckles "that's sweet of you but even if they did, they'd probably pick james because of his name"

You frown.

"Not that he isnt talented or anything but, you know" he shrugs.

"no, baby dont think like that. I've seen you play, you're amazing, anyone with eyes sees that" hyunjins eyes crinkle up as his pretty lips stretch into a smile.

He pushes himself off of his pumpkin to lean against yours.

"you just called me baby for the first time" he tilts up his chin, locking eyes with you.

"thats the only thing you took from my emotional speech just now?" you snicker, leaning down to boop his nose with yours.

"wanna kiss you so bad right now" hyunjin mumbles, biting his lower lip.

"hmm" you hum "not yet"

"Hey kids, listen i'm all for young love but please not on my pumpkins" hagrid shouts from his window.

"shit" hyunjin laughs.

"sorry hagrid"

-

"you came" hyunjin beams at you, gracefully landing on his feet next to you on one of the high tribunes.

"you asked me to" you tilt your head, as he steps closer.

"yea but it's only a practice game so-"

"i'm still gonna support my boyfriend" you grin, getting on your toes a little to kiss his cheek.

He blushes a little, his cheeks matching the faint redness of his nose, which you attribute to the cold weather; you swear it's the cutest thing he's ever done.

"are you blushing" tease him, cradling his cheeks in your hands.

"am not" he huffs sarcastically at which you giggle and press another kiss to his cheek.

"ay hwang! we dont have all day" a male voice calls for your boyfriend.

He looks back briefly to nod at his teammate .

"come with me after practice? i wanna show you something" he requests.

"yea, okay" you smile.

"okay, have fun watchig, babe" he drops a kiss to your cheek before turning his back to you.

"wait" you hold his arm "you forgot something"

"what?" hyunjin frowns.

"this" you place your hands on his cheeks once more and pull him flush to yourself, slotting your lips against his.

You hear his broom hitting the ground, a second later his hands encase your waist, pulling you closer.

The faint sound of hyunjins teammates hollering is the last thing you hear before his tongue prods at the seam of your lips.

The blood rushing to your ears keeps you from hearing anything but your tongues chasing each other.

You only seperate from each other when a high pitched whistle fills the air.

"fuck" he breathes, grinning before dropping a last kiss to your lips.

"continue this later?" youbite your lip as he picks up his broom.

"definetely" he winks before pushing himself off the ground to meet his teammates hovering in the middle of the field.

"that was so hot" you jump at victoires voice.

"what the fuck" you hold your chest as you turn around to see your bestfriend take a seat on the tribunes.

"how much did you see?" you adjust your green-white scarf as you sit down next to her.

"enough babe, that was a sexy girl move" she fiddles at you scarf as well.

You laugh "yea?"

"hell yea, look" she points up at hyunjin, where him and his teammates are still talking, one of them pushing hyunjins shoulder playfully.

"they are totally jealous of him" she squeals "and i'm totally jealous of you" she squints her green eyes teasingly.

-

“i can’t believe they let you use the prefects bathroom” you awe as you look around the spacious room with high walls and windows, where he had taken you after practice.

"one of the perks when you're the star of the slytherin quidditch team" hyunjin grins, dropping his slytherin coat to the ground.

He walks over to the gigantic bathtub and turns on the water, glancing over at you.

"luke warm or hot?" his hand rests on the tab.

"huh?" your head snaps over at him.

He chuckles "the bathwater"

"oh, uh hot" you nod.

"fitting" hyunjin grins, mumbling.

"Hm?" you lock eyes as you take off your coat and mimick hyunjin in dropping it to the ground.

"nothing" he giggles, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"take it off" he whispers against your lips, his fingers tugging at your shirt.

You comply and get rid of your clothes.

"Ooh" you sound as you step inside the big tub thats filled to the brim with bubbles.

"good?" hyunjin asks as he takes your hand to help you inside, he himself already sat down.

"great" you close your eyes as his arms envelope you from behind, leaning back against his chest.

“so what’d you think of seeing me play?” he whispers after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“fishing for compliments are we?” you joke.

“ha ha” he murmurs against your neck, making goosebumps spread over your legs which doesn’t go unnoticed by him when his hand runs up your thigh.

“feels nice?” hyunjin runs his nose against the shell of your ear.

“hmh” you nod, closing your eyes when you feel his lips on his neck, tongue darting out to taste your skin.

“this?” he whispers, one of his large hands palming your breast, pinching your nipple as the other hand softly travels over your mound.

You open your eyes “hyunjin”

“hm?” he continues to kiss at your neck.

“wait a second, please” you say, moving from your spot from between his legs.

“whats going on?” hyunjin asks concernedly, reaching for your arm, urging you to stradde him.

“I just feel like I have to tell you this” you say, playing with his hair at the back of his head.

“what are you so nervous about baby” he huffs, smiling when you shake your head.

“I- I don’t know” you sigh, his hands soothing up your back.

“I” you exhale shakily “I’m a virgin”

“huh?” he blinks, his eyes threatening to pop out of his skull.

“I mean I- I didn’t know” he runs his hands down your arms to take your hands in his “but I really don’t care if that’s what you were scared of”

“well, kind of” you grow a little smaller out of embarrassment.

“hey” he chuckles, pulling you a little higher on his lap “you didn’t actually think I’d laugh at you or something, did you?” he gets more serious.

“I don’t know, you always called me ‘miss goody shoes’” you mumble, pushing some hair behind his ear.

“baby I was joking” he cups your face “you know just like little boys who pull the little girls pigtails because that’s the only way they know how to get their attention”

You scoff “you never actually pulled on my hair though”

“yea, cause I don’t know if you’re into that yet” he quips, your jaw going slack.

“you little sh-“ you slap his shoulder, the water sloshing and some bubbles flying into the air as hyunjins laughter fills the room.

“I’m kidding” he laughs, catching your hand in his.

“I’m kidding” he whispers again when leaning in to press his lips to yours.

“you are my good girl though” he whispers against your lips, your heart stuttering at his words and your core clenching.

He bites his lip as if he knows what effect he has on you, you part your lips to say something but instead of words coming out, a little whimper tumbles from your lips.

“cute” he giggles before slotting his lips against yours, a groan tearing from his throat when you suck at his lower lip.

His arms circling your waist to pull your chest flush against his warm one, a groan tears from his throat when you suck on his lower lip.

You loop your arms around his neck and angle your head to deepen the kiss, gasping a little when you feel his erection poke against you pubic bone.

“sorry” he smiles coyly, reaching down to adjust himself.

“don’t worry I don’t want to wait forever, you know i-“ you explain.

“hey, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, we’ll do whatever you want, I lo-“ he cuts himself off.

“you?” you repeat after him questioningly.

“I” he laughs “shit, uhm” his fingers draw circles on the skin of your hips.

"I've had a crush on you for like half a year now" he chuckles.

"huh?" you lock eyes.

"yea" he grins "remember when that one ravenclaw asshole called you a muggleblood and you let him have it six ways from sunday?" you giggle as you remember the incident.

"I got detention for that" you smile at him.

"yea but only because you turned his nose into a rhinos horn" he laughs with you.

“anyways, that’s when I was like… damn she’s cool as hell” he recalls, tucking a wet strand of your hair behind your hear.

“why did you never talk to me?” you ask, running your finger over his toned chest.

“I wanted to but you always seemed to avoid me and I didn’t want to annoy you” hyunjin closes his eyes, feigning regret.

“I had a crush on you so I was scared to be around you” you confess “but to be fair every girl in this grade has a crush on you” you roll your eyes playfully.

“well you’re the one in this bathtub with me right now” he grins, leaning forward to place a kiss on your collarbone.

You hum “yea I am”, when hyunjin licks at the base of your throat before gently sucking at the soft skin.

“wanna turn around again?” he cocks up one of his eyebrows.

“why?” you grin “so you can feel me up better?”

“exactly” he kisses your lips before you comply to his wish.

You lie your head back against his shoulder as he presses kisses to your temple, lifting one of your hands to caress the side of his face.

“how are these bubbles not dissolving?” you think out loud.

“magic” hyunjin whispers, kissing the skin under your ear.

You giggle when his hands move down your sides.

“can I touch you?” he asks quietly, kissing the slope of your neck.

“please” you mewl.

“you’re so perfect baby” hyunjin says, palming both of your breasts before moving one hand in between your legs, which you instinctively spread for him.

You can feel an amused puff of air against your neck “see? you are my good little girl”

Your stomach tightens in arousal when he brushes two fingers through your folds.

“aren’t you?” he mumbles against your skin after sucking a bruise onto your neck.

“yes” you moan when he draws circles over your clit.

“hyunjin” you whimper, the warmth in your core spreading into your limbs.

“I’ll make you feel good, baby” he rasps, his fingers picking up the pace.

You grab onto his bicep as you throw your head back, pleasure booming behind your lid as hyunjin suckles on your earlobe.

“fuck” you cry out.

“that’s it baby” he urges you on, rubbing at your sanity as you try not to fall into him completely.

“I’m close” you mutter, bucking your hips up to meet the friction of his fingers.

“come for me, babygirl” he whispers “I got you baby”

The knot in your stomach snaps and spikes of pleasure flood through your system as high pitched moans tear from your throat.

Hyunjin slows down his fingers when your legs start trembling and you gasp for air.

“good fucking girl” he chuckles, gently rubbing your folds before you hold his hand still, the overstimulation setting in.

“fuck” you groan before he tilts your head up to catch your lips with his.

Humming into the kiss before you break it, hyunjin bites his lip as he grins down at you.

You can feel the blood rushing through your face and quickly bury it in the crook of his neck; his throat vibrating with laughter.

“don’t go shy on me now, pretty girl” he mumbles, fingers dancing over your stomach.

“sorry” you giggle before looking up to kiss him again.

“don’t be sorry, you’re perfect” he kisses you back.

After getting out of the tub first and wrapping a towel around his hips, hyunjin helps you get out and wraps a towel around you and rubbing you dry vigorously.

“baby ow” you laugh and take the towel from him.

“sorry” he giggles, cradling your cheeks in his hands and pressing a wet smooch to your lips.

“eww” you laugh but he holds your face still in his hands “don’t ew your boyfriend”

You smile “apropos boyfriend”

“yea?” he releases your face, pushing some hair out of his face.

“I think I want to upgrade you from test trial boyfriend to real boyfriend” you say sheepishly, looking down.

“only if you’re up for it though, I don’t want you to leave me hanging-“

“yes” he interrupts you “I am up for it, like… super up for it” he steps even closer.

“really?” you ask as you wrap the large towel around your torso.

“yes!” he chuckles, kissing your cheek before moving to the other one before attacking your nose.

“okay! okay” you squeal.

“does that mean you’ll come to the game as my girlfriend and cheer me on and stuff?” he grins, wiggling his brows cutely.

“yes, yes I will” you promise before locking lips again.

-

a/n: hi there! thank u for being so patient with me! i was rly crammed up with life lol. anyways i feel like this was kinda lack luster, but i intend on writing a thrid part as the finale of a trilogy i guess lol.

so thank you sm for reading if you’ve made it this far, lots of love to you <3

(also unedited so pls dont come for me im tireddd lol)

[myfeetkeepdancing]

What if I requested a Tom fic where they’re at SDCC doing a panel and he introduces everybody to his lovely boyfriend in the middle of it 🥰 (also hi I love your stuff and you’re a delight skdhhsj) - jaws

"Babe, you're glowing." Tom looks at you with a caring expression. "C'mere." Encircling his strong arms around your shuddering figure, pulling you into his comforting embrace. Tom was the only one able to give such incredible hugs. So passionate and caring. It felt safe and so incredibly comforting. Something you could use right now. That feeling of the world collapsing under your feet right here was daunting. Your knees trembling, hands clammy, and throat dry.

 "Two minutes to go." The woman interrupted. She was just doing her job. Deep down, you knew that. But if a look could kill...

 You felt your heart racing like crazy. So many things were going through your mind. "Look at me, babe." Tom's calm, soothing voice brings you back to reality. Holding you by your shoulders. "This is going to be the best day of our lives. Trust me."

 "A-Aren't you nervous?" The words fall stuttering from your lips.

 "No, not all." His hands move down your figure, pulling you in by your hips. Your gaze captivated by his cheeky smile. "I… have been looking forward to his moment since forever." His loving eyes drawing you in. "Because I want the world to see-" Bringing your lips close to his. "-how much I love you." Kissing you soft and tender. "I don't wanna hide our love behind walls and curtains made of out of lies." He smiles. "No, I wanna be able to love you like anybody else can. Show it with pride."

 "T-Tom…" You're only able to mutter, feeling the tears well in your eyes. The pads of his fingers softly caress your cheeks.

 "Please don't cry." He mutters, trying to suppress his quivering lips. "You know I cry easily."

His eyes turning red as well. "I love you so much."

 Sharing a deep and passionate kiss. Before you hear his name being shouted over and over again. His lips part from yours, as you look into his loving eyes. "I love you, Tom."

He quickly rubs his eyes clean as the makeup artist corrects the last bits here and there.

 "I love you." Hugging you again.

 "It's gonna be fine, mate." Harrison's voice was barely hearable over the crowd, cheering. "You're meant for each other." He pats your shoulder. Hiding backstage behind the curtains, you peak at Tom walking onto the stage, waving and smiling. You feel the sweat gushing like a waterfall from your armpits.

 Although Tom and you had discussed it time and time again. Coming to the conclusion that this was the moment to announce your relationship to the world. On the one hand, an extremely proud moment. From day one, you wanted to shout it from the rooftops. Carve it into every tree, write it on every scrap of paper. Tom Holland was your boyfriend. But on the other, also a horrifying moment. Not everyone is as accepting as you'd hope. In all the years, coming out isn't as normal as we'd hoped. It's still being frowned upon. And the worst of all, being treated differently.

 But Tom didn't mind. Tom was always treated differently since being famous. Not in the wrong way. But he had warned upfront; nothing can prepare you for fame. It changes so much. Yet, Tom didn't. You admired him for that. You'd hope that you'd stay the same too. But Tom reassured you. He believed in you. He trusted you. He wanted the world to know. He wanted the world to see. And the moment was right around the corner. As the adrenaline pumped with vast quantities through your veins. Minutes go by — grueling minutes. As if you could hear every second tick on the clock.

 You don't pay attention to the questions. Nor the stories that were shared. Only the sound of your heart pounding between your ears. Gaze fixed on Tom. He seemed so relaxed. Until a moment of silence in the panel appeared. It happened naturally. And Tom took that moment with both hands. "Alright, everyone!" Jumping up from his seat. "I have an announcement to make." Gesturing the others to silence with a hand gesture. But the crowd began cheering and clapping, taking a while to calm down.

 "First of all, I want to thank everyone close to me that knew of this secret. And has kept it that way for a long time. Because, it has been difficult." Tom pauses for a moment, biting his lower lip as he peeks back at you. The crowd grows unusually rowdy.

 "This is about a person. A very special person. Which I have been together for almost two years now." And the crowd wasn't going to calm down any moment. Letting the moment sink in. "Sixteen days short, to be precise." He grins. "I can say that, we faced difficult times. It wasn't easy for both of us. I'm not easy. Believe me. I'm away quite a lot. Spend countless hours on set, traveled to many countries. But this person has always been there for me. Every step of the way. Day and night. Picked me up whenever I felt down. Helped me shape into the person that I am to this day. I owe this person everything." You see his smile stretching even further and further.

 "I do... And I truly hope, that each and every one of you, here and at home. That you will find someone that loves you as this person loves me." Followed by a ooh's and aw's from the crowd. "Because I want the world to meet (Y/N)."

 That was the signal. Your legs started moving without thinking about it. All eyes turn your way. But you only see Tom. Blinding flashes of cameras. The noise of the crowd was unheard of. And the crowd goes absolutely wild as you walk further onto the stage.

 "He-…!" He yells into the microphone, trying to speak over the loud crowd. Opening his arms up to you. "-is the love of my life. My everything. My true one. My boyfriend!"

 The response is overwhelming. You fall into Tom's arms. Struggling not to let your tears of joy run freely. You wave and smile. Before the crowd demands a kiss. And before you can react. Tom turns to you, holds you by both cheeks, and plants his soft lips onto you. Thinking the crowd couldn't get any louder, was absurd. It's deafening. The cheers and smiles of people. You can barely see the people in the front row. But the only faces you see are in tears of joy. You don't understand why. But they keep blowing kisses your way. It's all new and overwhelming. Together with Tom, you pose a few times. Before getting the microphone handed to you by Tom. "You wanna say something?"

 You nod and smile. Tom stays close to you. Like always. His arms reach around you. A lot of cheering and aahs followed. You scrape your throat, feeling the nerves race again. "I-… I wanna thank everyone for this heartwarming welcome. It's all a little overwhelming, but I'm relieved to be received like this. It means a lot to me. And ehm-..."

 "We love you!" Someone from the crowd interrupts your moment of stuttering. And you can't help but smile at this sudden reaction as the crowd cheers you on. Tom kissing you on the cheek.

 "Told you." He whispers in your ear, turning you back to the chairs.

 "Finally!" You hear the cast members shout in harmony as you turn around. "Finally, we're able to share the stories about the two of you." Anthony gasps in relief.

 Then you notice every seat had been taken. You gaze for a moment, where to sit. Did they forget? You feel the eyes of thousands of people burn into your back. Connecting with Tom's eyes, you notice that playful spark and smirk on his face.

 "No, no." He says, extending his arm around your waist, before pulling you in. "You're sitting on my lap, darling." Followed by a burst of laughter all around. "I wanna make sure no one runs off with you."

 "Never let go, Holland. Because you'll never find one like this again." RDJ smiles. "I tell you guys, you wouldn't believe half the things I've seen with those. Best couple!"

 "It's true." Chris piles on. "Tom is a good guy, in every way. But he-..." Pointing towards you. "Is the sweetest, kindest, and loveable person I've met."

 "Oh, you should have seen these two on set." Sebastian jokes. "(Y/N) even got us pizzas when we're shooting late."

 "And provided Tom with juice boxes, of course." Anthony grins.

 "Dont forget the coffees he brought, Anthony."

 "Oh! That's another thing! He remembers each and every ones preferred coffee. It's damn impressive."

 "The way we found out. It's so funny. (Y/N) came backstage. It's during a break, everyone having a coffee and such. Except for Tom, he gets handed a fresh brew of tea. And to thank (Y/N), he just turns in, and takes him right on the lips. At the time, we thought (Y/N) was part of the crew. We just didn't know!

 "I still remember that look on (Y/N)'s face. His eyes shot wide open, looking at everyone, face coloring red, and Tom not aware of anything. And we just sat there in silence, dumbstruck."

 "And then Tom's reaction, when Robert started clapping at the end."

 "Oh yeah, Tom completely freaking out, begging us to keep it a secret."

 "Come on, guys…" Tom protests, scratching the back of his neck.  "I eh…" He giggles and murmurs.

 "Finally, we're able to share those pictures." Chris pulls out his phone. "Check this one out." Holding his screen to the camera. All attention goes the big screen behind you, as the picture gets in focus. A huge picture of you and Tom fills the screen. You and Tom cuddled up together, somewhere backstage. Followed by one of Tom looking at you with big heart eyes, while you do something. Most of the pictures you can't even remember where or when they were taken. And so followed a slideshow of pictures centered on you and Tom. The first ones were awkward to watch, but a sense of joy and sympathy hang about. Sitting on Tom's lap. Your arm around his neck. Sharing stories and telling jokes. You barely noticed the crowd was there. You knew each one of the actors on stage. And had something in common or shared a story with. It felt like a family.

 "Conclusion, rainbows and unicorns are born when these two make love. Adorable!" Robert teases.

"And yes, Holland, I've seen those fogged windows of your trailer."

 You and Tom's face shoot bright red. "This is so embarrassing." Tom giggles, burying his face in your lap.

 "And it wasn't particularly cold outside." He jokes. "No, seriously. In all weirdness and awkwardness. They're the best. They deserve the world. And much more! I love 'em!"

 "Just to be clear, if anyone got a problem with these two…" Robert exclaims. "You better tell me right know, cause-..."

 "...-Tell us you mean." Benedict adds before letting Robert continue speaking. And all the rest of the crew nod in agreement.

 Tom scraping his voice. "Ehm…" His cheeks still bright red, biting his lower lip as he looks at you. Thinking about what he wants to say, suppressing half a smile. "Small announcement. After this, I'll be taking a break."

 "Not from filming." You chime in.

 "Not at all. But I'll be taking a longer break than usual. I've always wanted to travel the world. There is so much to explore. So much to see. So much to experience. It's fun to do with friends. But now, I'm finally able to this will the love of my life. Together with this beauty here." Kissing you on the cheek. "I can't wait." He smiles. "Thanks everyone! Thank you for everything! It means the world to me. I… mean us."

 And so began a trip during months. Stretching far and wide across the globe. Going on road trips and attending parties. Drinking and dining in the best restaurants. Discovering beautiful little hole in the walls. Breakfast in bed. Enjoying a relaxing moment on a quiet beach. A long walk through the mountains. Traveling by boat. A night out in a bristling city, or a drink in a local pub in a quiet little town. Diving at coral reefs. Sleeping in a tent. Or a remote log cabin in the dense forests of Mother Nature.

 Together you've seen it all.

 Experienced it together.

 Together.

[softrainbowlove]

GOLDEN BAND |  NAMJOON

pairing: namjoon x prince! reader

genre: royal au, fluff

warnings: cursing, historical changes

word count: 8K

synopsis: Namjoon goes to brunch to meet the royal family.

note: like the header ? tried my best dont know if this is the best format  but i didnt want to repeat the title... even thought of not including a title at all

part i  

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The news was set on fire again.

"Prince (Y/N) has rejected the engagement with Seo EunByul, the daughter of CEO Seo EuiSun, for no given reason. Speculations are growing that Prince is not ready for an engagement or the throne." The TV chatted and when it was moved to a different channel it started talking about the same topic.

"With no reason, the heir to the throne of South Korea has rejected his engagement plans. And it isn't his first time rejecting an engagement. Worrying the people, will the Prince be ready to rule when he can't even have a long-term relationship?"

"Another rejected engagement from the Prince, when will the young Prince be ready? Is he ready to-” 

The gossip shows gossiped and quickly Hoseok turned the TV off. "Can't they talk about something else?"

The group was quiet for a moment.

"How did they even find out so quickly?" Yoongi than says glancing at Namjoon, who was staring down at his left hand. Yoongi's eyes wander to the gold band wrapped around Namjoon's finger. "So, it really is real." He finally says catching Namjoon's attention. Namjoon didn't reply. The others turned to the two.

Then Namjoon let out chuckle. "Every time I look at it I think that too." There was silent again. No one really knew how to react to the situation they have gotten themselves in, well Namjoon has gotten himself in. It was strange, unexpected and unbelievable. And how is someone supposed to react? Namjoon asked himself that question a lot throughout the day. He had no clue what to say or how to explain the events that happened that lead to this.

"Don't you have the brunch on tomorrow?” Hoseok asked crossing his legs. Namjoon nodded his head and then let out a sigh.

“Yeah. And I still have no idea what I’m going to say.” Namjoon confessed and leaned back into his seat. His head fell back as he went back into the spiral of knowing what to say tomorrow. But then something clicked. The others were talking to themselves, well trying to communicate Namjoon but he wasn’t listening. “Hoseok!” His head was up straight again, and his eyes were directly looking at his hyung. The man looked at the other with a confused look. “You said you knew a lot about the royal family?”

Hoseok nodded his head. “You know I thought everyone did too.” He awkwardly responded.

Namjoon frowned. “Well, could you teach me a few things?”  Hoseok looked at him with frowned eyebrows, his eyes glanced down for a second but then he smiled.

“Yeah, of course.” There was no hint of hesitation and Namjoon smiled.

It was the next morning now. Hoseok had helped Namjoon yesterday the whole day to prepare, but the nerves continued to eat Namjoon alive. "What do you wear to a brunch with the King and Queen of South Korea??"

"Don't forget the Prince."

"How can I forget?!"

To say that Namjoon was losing his cool was an understatement. All the members were gathered in his room on the beds and floor trying to help their leader out in selecting clothes for the brunch date. Hoseok was the first one who had picked out an outfit, the rest commented it and changed it up a bit. Picking out clothes was hard, discussing on how to leave a good impression was even harder.

"What am I going to say??" Namjoon freaked out after buttoning up another dress shirt. Everyone looked up at Namjoon's face quiet for a whole second.

"Namjoon we went over it yesterday.” Hoseok was the one who freaked out first before the others followed. Kim Namjoon was their leader. He always knew what to do best. In their eyes Namjoon was a wise and very good with words.

But now if Namjoon didn't know what to say, who would?

Seokjin stood up, being the oldest came with a role. He always wanted to make sure his brothers felt comfortable and safe. He walked over to Namjoon and put his hands on the other’s shoulders.

"What's your name?" He asked with a tilted head. Namjoon frowned, surprised by the question and his frustration grew.

"Seokjin I really don't have time-" He was ready to turn away but Seokjin turned him back.

"Answer...what's your name?"

Namjoon sighed. "Namjo-" Seokjin gave him a look. "Kim Namjoon."

"That's right," Seokjin smiled. "And the Kim Namjoon I know, always knows what to stay no matter what the situation. So, Kim Namjoon, better get himself together because he is just panicking for no reason. Because everything is going to be fine.” Jin has started rubbing Namjoon’s shoulder to reassure and give him comfort. Namjoon’s tense shoulders relaxed and he closed his eyes. He was still worried but less worried. The rest of the boys started throwing motivational speeches at their leader and tried to ease the worry for him. Namjoon smiled at the effort of the group and he did feel better when they weren’t panicking with him.

The time came, and the doorbell was rung. Everyone looked at each other before they looked at Namjoon. They were in the living room quietly waiting for this moment to arrive. Namjoon has decided to wear something he was comfortable and presentable at the same time. Grey pants going with a short sleeved blue button up dress shirt and black boots. Namjoon took a deep breath and then stood up to walk over to the door. He took one glance at the others and saw them all cheering for him as quiet as possible.

Namjoon opened the door revealing the Prince leaning against the wall. "Ah," The prince smiled and looked Namjoon up and down. "Handsome as ever." Namjoon blushed lightly but also noticed how good the prince looked himself in some expensive looking black pants and black button up shirt that had a few buttons open to expose collar bones and a glimpse of his upper chest.

"I could say the same." Namjoon couldn't help but flirt back and it seemed like (Y/N) appreciated it. "I wasn't too sure on the clothes. So, I hope this works." Namjoon admitted and hoped that the outfit would work out at the end.

The prince continued to smile. "I would have preferred no clothes, but you look good anyways." The smile was turned into a slight smirk and Namjoon's cheeks burned.

God. He drives me insane, Namjoon thoughts and bit his lips.

"C'mon, I have my driver waiting for us." (Y/N) turned around walking down and quickly Namjoon followed. When they were outside of the building Namjoon was hesitant in walking next to the Prince, but (Y/N) slow down glancing up at the other. "You know, just because I'm the Prince doesn't you have to act so uptight, or whatever you are doing." The words hit Namjoon hard. He realized how nervous he really was about the whole thing, he had just met the Prince for goodness sake but now here he was going to meet the royal family.

Namjoon closed his eyes and stopped in his tracks. "I'm sorry this is just all too much." (Y/N) turned around and frowned. He walked closer to Namjoon and put a hand on Namjoon's arm. The simple touch made Namjoon open his eyes.

"I know. It's just today, after that we can go on dates with just the two of us. Like a regular couple." There was the smile again. Namjoon's heart was fluttering at the soft genuine smile that was given to him.

"That sounds...great," Namjoon said and the Prince grinned. Full teeth. Making Namjoon's heart race.

"I can't wait." There was a sort of excitement in the voice that Namjoon felt attracted to and it seemed like it wasn't something (Y/N) showed a lot because of his ears turned red and there were uncertainty and confusion in (Y/N)'s eyes. Namjoon decided to smile back and that seemed to affect (Y/N), making him continue smiling like a kid finding something new.

Namjoon liked this side of (Y/N). It seemed so precious and only for him.

It wasn’t a silent ride as Namjoon was expecting. The Prince led the conversations. It wasn’t small talk, the Prince just rambled on about the little stuff in his life, like the movie he watched last night. And when (Y/N) stopped talking Namjoon looked at him. The Prince was looking out of the window. They were passing by a beautiful landscape, indicating they were out of the city.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Namjoon was surprised at how fascinated the Prince seemed by the sight. But Namjoon’s eyes were captivated by the Prince’s face instead of the beautiful landscape they were passing. The Prince turned his head, so that he would meet Namjoon’s pair of eyes. Namjoon felt himself grow flustered at being caught staring, a smile formed on the (Y/N)’s lips as watched Namjoon stutter out a “yeah, beautiful”. The (Y/N) grinned. “The landscape or me?”

“Both.” The other replied quickly and with no hesitation. Namjoon watched the Prince’s ears turn dark red and (Y/N) had to look away. It was the way Namjoon said it, full of sincerity and not trying too hard (Something that was a big turn off for the Prince).  Namjoon looked ahead quietly with slight flushed cheeks. He was unsure of what to say, even if he felt slight pride when he saw that the ears of the Prince wear still burning red.

The drive continued in silence. (Y/N)’s hand was resting on the empty spot between the two men and so was Namjoon’s. Namjoon could feel the other hand moving closer to his own till he could feel the warmth against his own fingers. He clutched into the leather but didn’t move from his spot. Though his eyes did glance at the prince, who was still looking out of the window to enjoy the view.

“Sir, have you informed your father of the last-minute…changes?” The Butler spoke from his driver’s seat and looked at the Prince through the view-mirror. (Y/N) glanced at Namjoon, but with no smile.

“Plans have changed for tomorrow.” (Y/N) said before taking a bite of his fish. Eyes were set upon and then came a long silence.

“What type of plans?” The voice was deep and held an accent that not a lot of Koreans still have. The voice also knew the high position he had, so everything he said sounded like a demand and never a request or question.

“Seo Eunbyul.” (Y/N) glanced at his sister, who was looking at him.

“You didn’t propose to her…so no brunch.”

“Yes and no.” Finally, the young Prince looked at the King. “I proposed to Kim Namjoon.” Again silence, but this time without the noises of cutlery moving. The King eyes were set on his son.

 “Without my approval?” The Prince glanced at his mother.

“You never did specify who I should propose to.” (Y/N) licked his lips when his father started to look annoyed.

“I thought you were smart enough to understand who I meant.” The Prince’s eyes shifted to his dinner plate. The hunger he once had was gone.

“Like father, like son.”

“(Y/N)!” His mother jolted at her son’s words and then he looked up again at both of his parents.

“For once in my life I want to make my own choices for my future.” He stressed on ‘my’ every time and he couldn’t help it but get loud. He had his cutlery set down on the table midsentence. All the eyes were on the eldest Prince.

“Well, your future doesn’t just consist of yourself, it consists of your people!” His mother argued with disturbed tone.

“And in what way is my personal life going to affect them?”

“The next Heirs.” He turned his mother with sharp eyes.

“What?”

“Marrying a man might be fine now, but how will you have bloods for the next generations of royals. You cannot tell me that slipped your grasp.” (Y/N) stayed quiet. It wasn’t like he was thinking about the future. He never liked thinking about it. It was going to be nightmare he couldn’t wake up from, at least that is what he was thinking. “…You didn’t.”

The Prince’s jaw tightened, and he looked away from both of his parents’ glares.

“Go clean up your mess…again.” His father ordered to him waving his hand at him. But the prince stayed seated and shook his head.

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“No. I have kept my lips shut for my whole life and always did what you asked me to. So, you listen now,” He looked straight at his parents. “You are going to meet my fiancé tomorrow and there is nothing you can do about it. If there are any objections, you can try and birth a new heir Prince.” With that (Y/N) tapped his mouth clean before standing up bowing to his grandmother and then left the dining room.

“He gets the stubbornness from you.” The King’s mother commented looking at her son and then continued dinner. The King watched his son disappear in the hallway and then sighed. He closed his eyes for a moment. “You should let him. He had always done what you said even with his snarky mouth. A little bit of happiness isn’t going to hurt him.”

“And what about Heirs?” The Queen spoke her hands on the table. The elder only glanced at the other woman.

“Have you forgotten about your two daughters that are sitting here? Future Queens and way more capable of carrying children than (Y/N).” The daughters had to giggle but they were quickly shut up by their mother’s glare. The King cleaned his fingers.

“I expected him to run away without threatening to do so.” He said. His wife glanced at him and rolled her eyes. “Chanwoo.” The butler on the side walked to the King.

“Yes, your Majesty?”

“Please call Jaejoon for an emergency meeting about tomorrows reports and tell him to cancel every press headline that were supposed to come out tomorrow before he comes here. No need to let the press write for nothing.” The King dabbed the corner of his mouth with a napkin. The butler nodded his head and asked if there was anything else he could do. “No. Thank you.” The servant bowed before leaving to do as he was ordered to.

The King caught the stare of his wife and shrugged his shoulders. “He’s a smart boy.”

“Yes, I did tell them.”  (Y/N) said looking at his driver before out of the window.

When they arrived at the palace, the doors were opened for them buy the servants that were already waiting for him. (Y/N) shot Namjoon a smile and then stepped out of the car. Namjoon followed and when he got out he took in the sight of the palace and its surroundings. They had driven through a golden gate that led to the royal palace, which was surrounded by green gardens.

Namjoon he felt the presence of the Prince at his side. He looked at him and there was the smile again. It was gentle and reassuring. It also made the entering of the palace much easier.

“This is our city palace. We are usually here during spring, autumn and winter.  And my birthday” The Prince explained as Namjoon’s eyes were wandering around the modernized palace. Wherever he looked Namjoon could still see the Korean traditions in the architecture being kept. Paintings of landscapes and nature decorated the walls. “It’s also new built, if you couldn’t tell.” (Y/N) glanced at Namjoon and smiled at how in awe Namjoon was.

“Why?” Namjoon looked back at (Y/N) with a curious look.

(Y/N) tilted his head in confusion. “Why what?”

“Why was new built?”

“Oh…” (Y/N) looked at a painting against the wall. “Well, we also have to grow into the modern world of today. We can’t stay in the past forever.”  His voice was soft and Namjoon’s eyebrows frowned in concentration as he thought of (Y/N)’s words. Two servants stood next to a large door.

“Your Highness, his Majesty is awaiting you and your company here.” And then the doors were opened by the two guards for the couple. (Y/N) thanked the servant and lead Namjoon into the room. It was the only dining room. It has a long table with 10 chairs on it and a large chandelier on the ceiling. Though what caught Namjoon’s eyes was the man at the end of the table. He also seemed to catch (Y/N)’s attention.

“You two finally made it.”

“Father…” The man stood up for the chair and just like Hoseok told him he bowed to the King. The Prince followed but it wasn’t as low as Namjoon’s bow.

“It’s an honor to be here, your Majesty.” Namjoon said and he glanced at (Y/N) who was staring at him. A small smile formed on the Prince’s lips as he watched Namjoon. The King glanced at his son before giving his attention to the guest.

“Well, it’s also an honor to finally meet you Kim Namjoon. It would be a lie if I said it was the first time I heard of you this week.” Then the King’s eyes moved to his son with a knowing look and Namjoon caught on to that. Namjoon wasn’t sure what to think of that comment.

“I see.” Now two pair of eyes were upon the Prince.

“What?” The Prince huffed slightly to hide his embarrassment. Namjoon smiled when he caught on to (Y/N)’s red ears. “I might have mentioned you once before…”

“Once?” The King teased and Namjoon now knew where (Y/N) got his teasing side from. He smiled at that. “Whatever makes you sleep at night, son.” Then the King gave Namjoon his attention again. “Before we have brunch, how about we go out to the garden to talk? Just you and me?” The Prince raised an eyebrow at his father at his suggestion. The King looked at his son. “Every father needs to talk to their child’s partner alone.”

(Y/N) looked more confused now, but Namjoon agreed with a small smile. “That sounds nice.” He said and then glanced at the Heir.

“Fantastic.” The King smiled and then moved to the side to point the way to the gardens. “Now, let’s move.” Namjoon glanced at (Y/N), who didn’t look happy to have to stay behind. The two men walked into gardens that had beautiful flowers, trees and bushes in them. They obviously had skilled gardeners working here. Namjoon was looking around enjoying the atmosphere of the it. They walked to a concrete bench next to a pound of water.

The King sat down followed by Namjoon. He put his hands on his lap rubbing them nervously as he waited for the royals to speak up.

“What do you do, Namjoon? Ignoring the fact that (Y/N) has spoken already enough about you.” The King has crossed his feet and his eyes were on the pound watching the fish swimming. Namjoon glanced at the King.

“I’m in an idol in boy group, your Majesty.” Namjoon answered.

“Hm. The leader I assume.”

Namjoon nodded. “Yes, your Majesty.”

“Namjoon, I’m your father in law please ‘sir’ is enough.” To say that Namjoon was surprised was an understatement. “Times have changed in the last few centuries, even years. And my grandfather has worked hard to keep us where we always been. But with the times changing our traditions and customs lost meaning and hurt my people before.” He stopped for a moment and Namjoon looked at the King carefully listening. “My son has been hurt a lot by these traditions and customs too, but he always went through it. Did everything I told him too, but always spoke back.” The King chuckled lightly, but it turned into a cough. “He got that form me.” He sighed when he looked at Namjoon. “What I’m trying to say is that, if my son wants to marry you, even after a day of meeting,” He gave Namjoon a look. “I will let him make that decision and he will get a ‘yes’ from me for this. But I want you to be sure. So, I will only give him a yes after 6 months. That yes is something he needs to get married otherwise he won’t be able to marry you.”

Namjoon turned his head to look at the King. “Six months?”

“It took me six months to let my wife fall in love with me and realize her responsibility as my wife.” The King had his hands on his lap and as he stared at Namjoon. He stood up from the bench with his arms behind his back and Namjoon stared at the pound. “Marrying an heir is never easy but being married to a King is even harder. And you have six months to think about it.”

Namjoon watched the two fish swim together. “Thank you, Sir.” He said when the two fish were parted because of algae. The King glanced down at Namjoon.

“I will send Prince (Y/N). I’m sure he’s counting down to the seconds.” The King he chuckled lightly. “I will see you at brunch.” Then the King went back to palace. Namjoon looked down at the gold band. He played with it for a while thinking of what the King has told him.

“Hey,” His voice caught him out of guard. He looked up to see (Y/N) staring at him before taken a seat next to him. “You alright?”

And when he thought about it, it wasn’t such a bad idea.

Namjoon smiled and nodded his head. “Yes.”

“What did my father tell you?” Namjoon wasn’t sure if he was just bad at lying or the Prince knew that his father would tell him something important.

Namjoon sighed looking down at the ring.

“Don’t tell me said that we couldn-“

“No.” Namjoon shook his head immediately. “No. He said he would say yes…” Then he looked at (Y/N) again. “After six months.” (Y/N) was quiet for a moment and then turned to look at the pond. Namjoon expected for the Prince to not agree with his father’s deal, so he was surprised when (Y/N) nodded his head.

“Alright…six months. It’s alright with you too, right?” The Prince turned to look at Namjoon. He was quiet and when Namjoon looked into the Prince’s eyes he expected to get a glimpse at what (Y/N) was thinking. But he got nothing. He frowned at that, usually he was good at reading people, but the Prince had his gates to his true feeling closed. He pursed his lips and then shook his head when he remembered that (Y/N) was waiting for his response.

“No. It came from the King after all, I don’t think I have much of say in it.” Namjoon chuckled lightly and the Prince smiled.

“You’re right. And we need the yes from the sovereign.” Then the Prince leaned back on his hands. “First lesson, even a Prince needs the yes from the King to get married. You don’t happen to be a divorcee, do you?” There was a teasing smile on the Prince’s lips and Namjoon smiled too shaking his head.

“Not that I know of.” The Prince grinned and then he let out a laugh. “What?”

“How about purity?” (Y/N) turned his head to Namjoon with an eyebrow raised and the smile growing. Namjoon blushed at that knowing exactly what the (Y/N) meant. “Excluding your own hand business.”

“I…” (Y/N)’s eyes were on him and the smile had turned into a smirk making Namjoon even more flustered. When Namjoon couldn’t bring out a comprehended sentence (Y/N) laughed and shook his head.

“You don’t have to answer that. I’m sorry.” The apology seemed genuine as the smirk was replaced with a small apologetic smile. Namjoon still had red cheeks and couldn’t look at the other. “It’s alright if you aren’t we aren’t in the 19th century. I’m not pure myself, if it makes you feel better.”

“It doesn’t.” Namjoon muttered more to himself. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at that and then Namjoon turned around with a smile. He decided to tease back. “You’re really strange. For a Prince. Not really like the fairytales promised” Namjoon put his knee on top of the other and put his hands on it. (Y/N) let out a laugh and his head fell back when he was laughing and Namjoon grinned proud that he made the Prince laugh this hard.

“I’m sorry I am not Prince Charming.” The Prince tilted his head to the side with a grin. “But I can prove myself worth to be set along those Disney Princes.”

Namjoon raised a brow with a teasing smile on his lips. “Can you?” The Prince stood up and then fixing his collar before turning to around to Namjoon and extending his hands down for him to take with a slight bow.

“Would you like to go riding?”

“Riding?!” Namjoon stuttered out his eyes growing wide. (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Aish, you are ruining my charmness with your perverted mind.” Namjoon grew red again and (Y/N) gave him an unamused look but a smile couldn’t be stopped from forming. “I meant horse riding. Every princess needs to be horse riding. Now c’mon.” He hurried Namjoon into taking his hand and when he did the Prince pulled him up close to him. A smirk formed on his lips as his eyes grew dark. “I would love to ride you over a horse anytime, but maybe next time.” He didn’t even give Namjoon to react fully to what he had just said and started walking with his arm slipped into Namjoon’s waist.

Namjoon’s cheeks were warm and he felt his lower body grow warm as the Prince’s words echoed in his mind. Even a vivid image popped into his head that made him slightly dizzy.

“If you like you can ride my own horse. Since she trusts me well enough to let strangers that I like, ride her.” (Y/N) said as the couple walked along the road. Namjoon noticed a barn that wasn’t too far from the palace. He also saw a few horses out on the green field that was surrounded by fence. There was a brick wall separating the gardens from the empty wide fields along with a small gate that had a guard.

“How come you have horses here?”

“The barn isn’t really ours, it belongs to a farm. But since I am spending more time in Seoul I want to come back home to ride my horse, so we brought her here.” (Y/N) explained and Namjoon nodded as he listened. They came to the gate that was separating the palace from the open field. The guard looked a bit surprised at the two.

“There is no guard with you, your royal Highness.” The Heir sighed.

“We are just going out to ride Minsun, Hajoon. Just call them and they will come running.” He said and then the guard sighed to before opening the gate knowing that he couldn’t argue with the Prince. Namjoon glanced at the guard and thanked him when (Y/N) did. The two men walked into the grassy field along a muddy path. He was surprised that the Prince would be so willing to walk through mud with shoes that probably cost more than his rent.

When they arrived at the barn (Y/N) opened the doors and he held it open for Namjoon to walk in first. “Can you guess which one is my precious Minsun?” (Y/N) asked. He was walking behind Namjoon at first and then took few bigger steps to walk next to Namjoon. Namjoon looked at the horses which were in their stalls.

“Is she even in here?” Namjoon asked, his eyes looking around at the horses that were in here. He glanced at (Y/N) who was smiling at the question. (Y/N) glanced at Namjoon. “Let’s go outside then.” He then leads the other into the outside through the back. There on the field were horses and one of the horses has slowed down. “There she is.” Namjoon pointed at the white horse.

“How did you guess?”

Namjoon shrugged with a teasing smile. “Isn’t it a bit cliché for you to have a white horse?” He asked, and the Prince grinned before starting to walk to his horse. Namjoon followed him and watched (Y/N) put his hand gently on Minsun, making her stop in front of him calmly.

“Maybe, but she’s a beauty, isn’t she?” The Prince petted the mane softly. “You wanna touch her?” He asked looking at the other. Namjoon slowly got closer to the horse and reached out to pet the mane. He gulped as his gentle hand touched the mane. (Y/N) smiled softly and then put his hand on top of Namjoon’s. Namjoon stared at the hand on top of his hand and his breathing hitched when (Y/N) wrapped his fingers curled into his.

There was a silence between the men as they listened to each other’s breaths. Namjoon felt his heart thumb harder against his chest when he felt the warmness coming from (Y/N).

“Do you wanna take a ride?” (Y/N) asked his voice close to Namjoon’s ear. “Not me but her.” He chuckled lightly and Namjoon groaned taking his hand away from the mane. And he pushed the Prince away with his elbow. The Heir laughed as he stepped away from the other. “Hey, is that how you treat the Heir to the throne?”

Namjoon knew he was joking from the grin the Prince was trying to hide with a too serious face. The other rolled his eyes before doing a courtesy making (Y/N) burst into laughter. Namjoon couldn’t help but smile at the sight of (Y/N) laughing and he felt himself laugh too.

“C’mon, Moonie.”

“Moonie?” Namjoon asked and then followed the other, who turned around to walk to the barn.

“Yes, Moonie. Do you like it?” (Y/N) glanced at Namjoon and then grabbed into his own saddle. Namjoon didn’t say anything instead helped (Y/N) to carry the tack. They got to Minsun and (Y/N) started making the horse ready. “Did you ever ride a horse before?” (Y/N) asked as he knotted up the leash.

“No. I haven’t.” Namjoon confessed and shifted on his feet.

“First time then?” (Y/N) straightened himself up and brushed off the dirt from his pants. Namjoon hummed quietly. “Don’t worry, Minsun is a calm one.” (Y/N) reassured the other and then gave him a smile. (Y/N) stepped closer the helmet in his hand. “Safety first.” He said and then put the helmet on Namjoon”s head. He buckled it up and smiled.

Namjoon let out a breath before taking a step closer to the horse. “Let me help you.” (Y/N) said and helped Namjoon to get on the horse. He had one hand on Minsun to make sure she was calm and felt safe. (Y/N) stroked her mane gently and whispered to her. Namjoon let out a breath when both of his hands grabbed into the saddle to balance himself. His legs were on each side of the horse and his foot were loose in the air till (Y/N) instructed him to put them where they belonged.

Namjoon felt (Y/N) place his hand hand on his leg. “You okay?” Namjoon looked down at the other and nodded his head. His heart beat has increased, and it was obvious by the expression on his face that he was nervous. “It’s going to be alright. I’m going to lead you.” He said and wrapped his other hand the leash and started walking and so did Minsun. The hand on Namjoon’s lower thigh never left. Namjoon gripped tighter into the saddle and went to look ahead. He kept on glancing down at the Prince and when he would he felt safer. “Would you like to ride on your own.”

“(Y/N)…I don’t know I-“ Namjoon stuttered and (Y/N) looked up. 

“I know that you can do it. Believe in yourself.” And then the leash was in Namjoon’s hands. “Slowly, okay?” There was the reassuring smile that Namjoon needed. “Look up.” And he did. He took a deep breath and then held into the leash tightly letting Minsun walk on her own. (Y/N) was walking next to him a smile was on his face the whole time. “You’re doing great, Moonie.” Namjoon made Minsun walk till they got closer and closer to the brown fence. “Turn her. She’s going to stop if you won’t.” (Y/N)’s voice said from behind. Namjoon took a deep breath before he grabbed tighter into the leash and turned it hard enough for Minsun to react and turn. Namjoon didn’t even realize how far (Y/N) was standing.

The Prince had his hands behind his back and was standing tall with a proud smile on his lips. Namjoon made Minsun walk back to her owner on his own and he smiled when he got closer to (Y/N).

“That was great.” (Y/N) complimented and he put his hand on Minsun petting her. Namjoon didn’t stop smiling. The leash was still in his hands. “How about we go somewhere with Minsun?” Namjoon looked down at the Prince with a confused face.

“Wasn’t I supposed to meet your family?”

(Y/N) gasped. “Minsun is family.” Namjoon stared blankly at the other for a while and then (Y/N) sighed. “Don’t worry about them.”

“But we’re most probably late…” Namjoon scratched at the leash.

“That is on me and not on you.” The Heir argued, and he stared at Namjoon with blank eyes. Namjoon didn’t say anything. So, (Y/N) let out a sigh. “Okay, get down if you want to meet them so bad." He sounded pissed. Namjoon pursed his lips and got down from Minsun with (Y/N)'s help.

 "Look, we can always come back here. Can't we?" Namjoon asked while (Y/N) was taking off the saddle. The Prince didn't say thing anything till Minsun was bare again.

 "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have sounded so annoyed. I just wished we had more time together." Namjoon frowned when (Y/N) looked down and pushed the saddle closer to his chest. Namjoon sighed and stepped forward to put his hand on top of (Y/N)'s hand.

"This isn't going to be the only time we spent together." Namjoon reassured Prince (Y/N), who looked up at Namjoon with soft eyes. "I promise." The two men then walked back to the barn and left not before feeding horses themselves. They walked back to the palace. (Y/N) was prepping Namjoon for meeting his family.

"My mother likes to talk a lot, but don’t worry I won’t let her bite you." (Y/N) said.

"Ah, so like you?" Namjoon commented with raised eyebrow and looked at the other. (Y/N) stopped walking and shut his mouth.

 "I don't talk a lot." The Prince turned to look and Namjoon had to laugh.

 "You talk a lot." Namjoon couldn't believe that (Y/N) thought that he didn't talk a lot. "You talked the whole way to the palace." Then Namjoon noticed the Prince's red ears. "You ramble a lot. You don't even notice it." Burning red. Namjoon cracked a smile. (Y/N) looked at him with hesitant expression. Namjoon's smile flattered. "It's okay. I like it. It's cute." He then said feeling guilty at pointing that out in the first place.

 (Y/N) looked to the side.

 "Anyways...I think my sister is a fan of your group, but she won’t say thing. She promised me that.” (Y/N) talked his hands at sides and his hand next to Namjoon’s kept brushing against the other. Namjoon looked down still feeling guilty. Even though the Heir didn't seem to look affected. But Namjoon noticed how longer the pauses were between the Prince's sentences. Did his words really affect the Heir to the throne so easily? “My youngest sister is not much of talker either. She still goes to high school so it’s kind of expected, right?"

"(Y/N)." Namjoon bit his lip and grasped into the Prince's hand making them stop.

 "What is it?" The Prince tilted his head in confusion.

 "I like your ramble. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings when I pointed it out." Namjoon explained with sweaty hands. (Y/N) glanced to the side.

 “You aren't the first to point it out. I just thought..." (Y/N) looked to the side again making Namjoon do the same to see if there was anything there. But there wasn't.

 "Can't you hear me? I like your ramble." Namjoon stated and (Y/N) looked at him.

 "...Alright." He was hesitant and Namjoon noticed that.

 "I truly do. I could listen to you talk for hours if I got the chance to do so."  Namjoon's thumbs rubbed (Y/N) soft skin.

He knew that even when he was riding the horse and looked at (Y/N) he felt similar feelings. His heart thumbed against his rib cage and his cheeks felt warm. Namjoon knew that he had just met the Prince, but these emotions that he felt in moments like these couldn’t be ignored. He couldn’t be sure if it was love what he was feeling because he never believed in love at first sight. But Namjoon also couldn’t deny that his feelings were strong towards (Y/N). It was undeniable attraction that he felt towards (Y/N). And Namjoon also cared for the Prince. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t need a reason to act on his feelings. Because he knew he couldn’t control them.

“You would?” The Prince asked in a curious voice and Namjoon smiled at that.

“Yeah.” And there was the smile. Yeah, it was the smile that Namjoon always loved to stare at. Namjoon felt himself smile to at that. The Prince looked to the side again before sighing happily.

“We can’t make them wait any longer.” (Y/N) cooed and then turned back to start walking to the palace with Namjoon by his side.

When they arrived at the table was set out and the royals were already seated. The eyes on him made Namjoon slightly nervous, but (Y/N) quickly stepped in front. “Everyone is here already. You didn’t have to.” The Prince didn’t even give it another second as he walked to his seat at the other end of the table. Next to him was a seat free, obviously meant for Namjoon.

Namjoon froze for a couple of seconds, the eyes were back on him. He remembered Hoseok’s words from yesterday, so he bowed just like Hoseok showed him. “It’s an honor to be here.” He said when he was standing straight again. (Y/N) was staring at Namjoon before his eyes drifted off to his family.

“Please, Namjoon, take a seat.” The King said waving his hand to the free seat next to the Prince.

“Thank you, Sir.” With that (Y/N) noticed the way his mother had raised her brow and look at his father. The King smiled instead when Namjoon went to take his seat. (Y/N) smiled his eyes on his mother. When Namjoon was finally seated the Prince looked at him and gave him a warm reassuring look.

“What took you two so long?” (Y/N) looked his mother with an unfazed look.

“I decided to take Namjoon to meet Minsun.” (Y/N) stressed on the fact that it was his own choice. His eyes glanced to the side seeing that the servants were bringing out the food. “He rode her and he was almost as good as me.” He smiled glancing at Namjoon.

 “Really?” It was his sister.

“Yes, Eunae, really. Did I stutter?” His sister gave him an unamused look after her eyes shifted from Namjoon to her brother.

 “I didn’t know you rode horses, Namjoon.” Eunae eyes drifted back to Namjoon. (Y/N) noticed how she batted her eyes when Namjoon turned his head to look at her.

“I don’t, your royal Highness, it was my first time.” Namjoon answered with a polite smile.

“(Y/N) lets no one ride Minsun.” Eunae said looking at her brother. “Not even his own blood-sister.” (Y/N) sent her a bitter sweet smile. Namjoon glanced between the two siblings before his eyes were caught by the food that was set down on the table.

“He didn’t tell me that.” Namjoon said looking at the Prince, who started putting food on his plate like his father.

“You have your own horse. Stop bothering me with Minsun.”  His eyes met his sister’s eyes. “Namjoon, please, eat.” The Prince looked at Namjoon with tilted head that pointed to the food. Obviously avoiding verbal contact with his sister.

“So, Namjoon, you are an idol?” His mother tried making conversation.

 “Yes, your majesty.” Namjoon put himself food, but (Y/N) kept putting something from everything. “I’m the leader of the group BTS.”

“Wait, the ones on Eunae walls?” The youngest member of the family spoke up.

“Yeona!”

“You do look like one?”

(Y/N) finally listened to Namjoon and stopped. Though it didn’t seem like because of Namjoon’s request. He looked up at his mother with sharp eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?” The Queen didn’t even spare Namjoon a glance, she only gave a glance at her eldest son.

“You know what I mean.” She replied casually. The King glanced at his wife and son before sighing. (Y/N) seemed ready to strike again but his father decided to cut the fight short.

“No wonder my son is interested in you.” The King looked at Namjoon. “Great leaders do attract each other.” He gave Namjoon a small smile before giving his son a knowing look.

“Yes, me a great leader. Maybe in a century or never.” (Y/N) then took a sip of the tea. The King sighed and Namjoon could feel the tension between the family. Hoseok did not inform him of this.

“Maybe you get it through my son’s thick head that he will be a great leader.” Namjoon felt himself go blank unsure of what the King meant at first. Then he remembered, he engaged to the Heir to the throne. One day (Y/N) will be King. His eyes moved slowly to the future King. He didn’t seem amused by any of this. Instead he seemed like there was already weight on his shoulders.

Namjoon looked down at his full plate and then looked up again. “I’m sure you will be a great King, (Y/N).” When he said those words, he could feel the eyes on him again. Though when (Y/N) looked at him, he didn’t feel as nervous as before.

Yet instead of finding the pair of eyes that were usually smiling at him or giving him a soft look, he was staring back into sad eyes. And for the first time the gates have opened themselves revealing emotions that the Prince was hiding with the rest of his body, but not his eyes.

Namjoon didn’t know what to say anymore so (Y/N) looked away again.

The rest of brunch was pleasant, well at least when there were no snarky comments thrown between the family.

“Good thing you won’t have to spent time with my family so much.” (Y/N) commented as they walked back to the barn. Just as promised the Prince wanted to take Namjoon on a last ride for today. Namjoon walked next to (Y/N). The King offered the two men to wear boots since it had rained while they were having brunch. So, the two were wearing boots almost till their knee. Namjoon had borrowed a pair from the Prince, they fitted perfectly. “And sorry about my mother” There was a hard smile given to the idol.

Namjoon was silent for a moment but nodded. “I take back what I said before.” (Y/N) looked at the other with confused look. “You’re not like your mother.” There was another silence between the two men because the Heir did not know what to say. He knew that it was meant as a compliment and he smiled softly at that before grabbing into Namjoon’s hand. Namjoon looked down at their hands and he wrapped his fingers around (Y/N)’s.

They continued walking down the road till they got to the fences and the Prince opened the gate to go get Minsun. Namjoon walked in and closed the gate before watching (Y/N) get Minsun to walk to the barn to set her up again and himself. When Minsun was ready Namjoon watched the Prince hop on the horse and started making his way to the idol.

“Open up the gates.” The Prince ordered and watched the other roll his eyes, it made him grin. Namjoon opened the gates and (Y/N) rode Minsun and him out. Namjoon followed when he could and closed the gates of the fence. “Hop on.” Namjoon walked towards them and then (Y/N) offered Namjoon his hand. Namjoon took it and pulled himself up. Automatically wrapped his arms around (Y/N)’s stomach.

The Prince looked down at the hands around his stomach and he smiled at that. Namjoon was given the helmet and he shakily put it on and then wrapped his arms around the other again. “You good?” (Y/N) glanced at the other from his shoulder. 

Namjoon nodded his head looking at (Y/N), who gave him a smile. 

“Hold on tight.” The ride started and it went from slow walk to fast galloping. Namjoon had no idea where they were going and could only watch the palace become a blur. The Prince wouldn’t tell him.

The wind breezed against his face and the soon he realized that they were in the woods now. (Y/N) was so good at riding, he dogged logs, tree branches and anything else that got in the way. It fascinated Namjoon and he wondered who had taught him to ride. And he remembered the historical dramas he had watched. He wondered if the Prince was also skilled in archery and with swords. Maybe it was an absurd thought, but Hoseok told him that the Prince was given military ribbons when he was just a teenager.

The air was cooler than before because of the shade the trees were given them. And suddenly there was more sunlight. The trees behind them and Minsun was ordered to walk. Namjoon felt himself relax more, he felt a bit dizzy so he leaned his head against (Y/N)’s back head.

“Moonie.” Namjoon hummed in response. “Did I go to fast?”

Namjoon licked his dry lips. “A bit.”  The Prince chuckled lightly as he relaxed

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you aren’t.”

(Y/N) let out a laugh and Namjoon smiled softly. “…I like your arms around me too much to feel sorry.” Namjoon looked down. His arms were still tightly wrapped around the other and he felt a bit embarrassed at that. He unlocked his arms and was about to pull away when the Prince grabbed his hands to keep them there. “I told you I liked it.” Namjoon licked his lips again. “I love this place so much. Namjoon moved to have his head above (Y/N)’s shoulder to take in the beautiful sight in front of him. It was truly breath taking. A lake, surrounded by green beautiful trees and the perfect grey blue water was shimmering because of the bright sun behind it. Slowly Minsun walked to the lake to take a sip from the cold water.

The Prince leaned back right into Namjoon’s chest. “I like you a lot, Namjoon.” The words escaped (Y/N)’s lips without any thought. He was lost in the moment. The place he loved right in front of him and the person he was willing to spend the rest of his life with was behind him. He didn’t want this moment to end.

Namjoon closed his eyes and had his chin on top of (Y/N)’s shoulder. His eyes moved to the other’s face and felt his cheeks grown warm. He felt the warmth of (Y/N)'s hands on his and he also noticed that he was tracing the golden band. There was a light breeze against his warm cheeks.?“I like you a lot, too.” His words were a whisper, but they were loud enough for the Prince to hear them.

And the Prince smiled. A smile that reached his eyes.

And Namjoon didn’t want this moment to end either.

[shipsrulemylife]

Timeless Season Finale Reaction

Holy crap, you guys. Holy freaking crap.

Major spoilers ahead, obviously.

Emma, real life cheat codes are generally frowned upon

Why are they walking in a creepy cemetery???

DAAAAAANG her whole life???

Lucy’s face when Wyatt drops that bomb oh my gosh someone give the poor girl a hug

RUFUS DID HIS UNENTHUSIASTIC “YAY” AGAIN!! YESSSS I LOVE THAT

Wyatt is acting like such a broody teenager

This boy or girl scene is actually The Cutest

“What’s up with Captain Sunshine?” FLYNN GAVE HIM A NICKNAME YESSS I AM LIVING

Lucy 👏🏻 Looks 👏🏻 So 👏🏻 Pretty 👏🏻

“I was just thinking you look familiar to me” oh really???

“Dude, Harriet Tubman’s hardcore” understatement

MASON’S BEEN HIDING A PILOT? WHERE???

“That went better than I thought”

Ohhhhhh crap, this can’t end well...

You really should hide that history book better 🤔

Wyatt... acting jealous while you have a pregnant wife is kind of a jerk move

LUCY DIDNT FALL OFF HER HORSE 🙌🏻

“I’d like some extra crispy chicken tenders, Colonel Sanders” “You’re a riot” I LOVE IT

THIS WHOLE ACCENT THING IS AMAZING

...please do not let that happen to Jiya...I will riot

Mason proves his title as Sass Master

“The forbidden colors” um what??

Yes, Wyatt, just. say. something.

Does Harriet Tubman have visions???

Um I love her, that is all, thank you

“You don’t have to be so glass half-empty” Flynn, now is not the time 😂

“I’m someone who knows what the hell she’s talking about”

DID WYATT JUST SAY HE WAS RHETT BUTLER?? 😂😂😂

“You’re just a tiny little thing, ain’t ya?” “And now I’m back in junior high”

“He was tiny like you. I called him chipmunk”

“I mean, I do declare” WYATT 😂

“We can time travel without the machine” THAT. IS. SO. COOL.

This whole thing with Jiya is so fascinating and cool but I’M SO SCARED FOR HER

“That’s the accent you’re going with?” RUFUS AND WYATT’S FRIENDSHIP GIVES ME LIFE

Please let the person on the horse be a friendly...

nononononononono

DAAAAANG, HARRIET

“When have things ever gone that well for us?” Ain’t that the truth

Wyatt, now is not the time to show off your gun knowledge

“I quit, by the way”

DAYUM that is a heck of a lot of people

...why is she having visions of the lifeboat???

HOW?

I love this Rufus and Harriet scene 😢

((Also, whoever composed the music for this is amazing at their job and I love them))

I love it when Flynn tries to ruffle Rufus’ feathers 😂

A. LYATT. HUG. AAAAAHHHHHH Me: “It’s been 84 years”

HIS FACE WHEN SHE WALKED AWAY I CAN’T

have I expressed my love for Riya’s little cheek kisses or forehead kisses? the little things they do are the CUTEST

Jessica...is gone...

🚨SHE HAS THE LIFEBOAT🚨

Ouch. That HAS to hurt.

Nobody else in the bunker heard that???

This scene. Holy crap.

Jiya don’t do it...

“And she’s in love with Wyatt, I can tell you that” We been knew

That...made it sound like Emma was going to die

Thank you, Rufus, for telling Wyatt like it is

“If anything happens to her, I don’t think I can ever forgive you” NO

DAMN JIYA WHEN DID YOU LEARN HOW TO DO THAT???

Piloting the lifeboat when some of the panels have been shot, you’re starting to space out, and you’re not wearing a seatbelt is NOT a great idea

“She’s lost in time” nooooooo

SHE SENT THEM A MESSAGE IN KLINGON

“You read Klingon? Of course you read Klingon”

“Don’t come” “To hell with that” GOOD

Nobody moved that tree for over a hundred years????

The Rufus and Mason dynamic is wonderful

THEY DID IT! 🎉🎉🎉

“just get in the machine” “REALLY?” Flynn and Wyatt are the best

LUCY’S DRESS

oh we have all 4 bad guys on the trip

UM EMMA JUST SHOT CAROL AND NICHOLAS

Carol, now isn’t a good time to bring up Rittenhouse

“It’s my last wish for you” NO THANK YOU

This whole scene with Wyatt and Jessica is so sad whyyyy

This episode is just out to get me emotionally

Lucy just gave her locket away...

This saloon is the place where Jiya’s vision took place, isn’t it??? Crap.

“Because that’s how you die” crap.

“If I have to die to stop that from happening, then so be it” I love one (1) amazing pure couple

“You want someone to blame, blame Wyatt” please, Flynn

“You never wondered why there’s so many ugly scarves tucked around here?” I love her

I love Mason, too, btw

“Great, you can call it Cheers, everyone will know your name”

“Yeah, the creepy uncle” I ACTUALLY BURST OUT LAUGHING

🎶”oh Luuuuuucy”🎶 Emma, that is CREEPY

WYATT AND FLYNN TEAM UP YESSSSSSSS

Rufus please get out of there

SHE SAVED HIM 🎉

His smirk 😂

RUFUS NO WHAT THE HELL

THIS PAST MINUTE HAS BEEN SUCH A ROLLERCOASTER

IF RUFUS DIES I WILL LOSE IT

OK IF THEY DONT FIX THAT I WILL RIOT

little late there, Flynn

He is being so soft, I could cry

DON’T MIND ME, I’LL JUST START SOBBING, IT’S FINE

UGH THIS SCENE WITH MASON AND JIYA I AM SO SAD

“I love you, Lucy” HOLY FRICK WHAT THE HELL THIS IS AMAZING

AAAAAAHHHHHHHH

I apologize to my followers because I will probably never stop talking about that

THE LIFEBOAT

FUTURE LUCY AND WYATT THIS IS AMAZING WHAT THE HELL

EVERYONE NEEDS TO WRITE SOME FANFIC FOR ME NOW

(((...please)))

ok, ok, where to begin?

1) We finally figured out whether or not Jessica was Rittenhouse. (She is.) I know most people saw that coming since the very beginning so props to you guys. Also, apparently the pregnancy isn’t a fake??? I thought she was just lying to throw Wyatt off her trail but apparently not. It’ll be interesting to see how the writers deal with that next season (BECAUSE THERE MUST BE ONE)

2) I’m glad Rufus put Wyatt in his place about how he was acting, he needed that. I love him with all my heart, but he needed to see what he was doing.

3) Flynn was so soft in the second half of the finale!!! He was so gentle with Lucy when he held her it was so sweet oh my gosh. His growth from 1x01 to here is amazing.

4) The Lyatt “I love you”. AAAAAAHHHHHHH. I can’t believe he actually said it. HALLELUJAH. I will be reblogging gifs of that for a while, don’t mind me.

5) RUFUS’ DEATH. I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY WOULD KILL RUFUS. I WAS NOT EMOTIONALLY PREPARED FOR THAT. I CRIED.

6) Future Lucy and Wyatt. Um, a billion fanfics coming true? Yes please! I can’t WAIT to see how that unravels!!!!!

I can not stress enough how much I need a season 3. Especially now that I’ve seen the season finale. I need to know that Rufus is going to be ok. I need more Riya. I need more Lyatt. I need more Flynn, Agent Christopher, Mason, Lucy, Wyatt, Rufus, and Jiya. Come on Clockblockers, we can do this.

[akaiitokoibito]

Hello! Id like a, Ouran and Mystic Messenger Matchup,please. Im a 5'10 virgo,hufflepuff,with short brown curly hair and blue eyes, i enjoy writing and drawing i have a love for aquatic animals, and the ocean and cats, im a very timid and nervous person wjen you first meet me but after a while i can get noisey, i dont quite like noisey people but i can warm up to them pretty fast.

Hello hello! Mod Camellia, here~ After careful consideration, we’ve pinned your soulmates to be Hitachiin Kaoru from OHSHC and Zen from Mysme!

“I can’t believe you actually accepted…”

You didn’t particularly like Kaoru at first; in fact, you sort of found him and his brother slightly annoying for constantly interrupting class with their jokes.

But, with the eye of an artist, you began observing them a little closer. You couldn’t help but notice the bittersweet smiles that one twin would wear as his brother teased Fujioka Haruhi.

Eventually, you agreed to your friends’ insistent pleas and finally came to the Host Club. You claimed it was to gain inspiration for drawing: pretty boys did tend to make great models, after all.

Kaoru didn’t really notice you until one day, when he had lingered a bit behind Hikaru (wondering how much longer their pumpkin carriage would last), you approached him and asked if he was alright.

He could tell by the way that you stared at his feet that you were probably nervous, so he didn’t try the usual “flirty host” approach and shot you a smile. “Don’t worry about me.”

To his surprise, you frowned. “Why shouldn’t I?”

He paused, then gave you a half-smile. “Thanks for your concern. I’ll…I will be alright.”

Ever since then, he couldn’t help but notice you sketching during class (he resisted the urge to call you out on it: the teacher still hadn’t caught on to the fact that you doodled over your notes and he didn’t want to bring unnecessary attention to you).

The professor, an unknowing catalyst to your relationship, paired you two together for an assignment. Well, technically he paired you and Hikaru, but Kaoru had generously agreed to switch with his twin so that Hikaru would spend time with Haruhi. (”Don’t tell anyone, though,” Kaoru whispered to you, grinning sheepishly. “I promise I’ll do my best for the project. It’ll probably be better than what Hikaru can do, anyways.” You couldn’t help but laugh, but acquiesced.)

Thanks to the project, you two grew closer and you began opening up to him.

You two started talking to each other more, sharing interests. During club hours, you��d always be watching him; whenever there was a special event, you’d make sure that Kaoru would never be alone. (He appreciated your company a lot, even though he never could vocalize his gratitude. His more genuine smiles said everything, though.)

Your first date was to the aquarium. Sort of. In actuality, the Host Club had dragged their customers to another outing and you decided to accompany Kaoru to see the dolphins. He was supposed to go around helping the other customers, but it wasn’t his fault that you smiled so cutely while pressed against the glass in an attempt to get a closer look. He bought you a stuffed dolphin. The clerk mistook you two as a couple and dang, you didn’t realize that you were head-over-heels for Kaoru until after the man pointed out how sweet he was to you.

Kaoru realized, the next day, that his heart didn’t hurt as much whenever his unknowingly enamored brother went off with Haruhi; it was because of your constant company.

So, to the surprise of everyone, he asked you out at the end of the day after club activities. (Ouran fangirls, being chill for the most part, squealed and took pictures. Hikaru later accosted them so they’d send him the pictures for blackmail.) It was really cheesy, too. (You later learn that Kaoru is a highkey romantic.) His entire monologue about how kind, sweet, and genuinely amazing you are was lost amidst the loud thumping of your heart.

Hikaru wholeheartedly approves of your relationship. Eventually. He didn’t really notice how close you two were before Kaoru asked you out, but he can tell you make his brother happy and that’s enough for him.

The rest of the Host Club, after Kaoru’s confession, accept you as part of the family and basically treat you two as if you’ve married already.

Your first official date is to a fancy restaurant. It’s usually not your style, but Kaoru had been planning the date for ages and you’d do anything to make him happy. He had everything planned down to the last detail, but the plan went down the drain once a waiter spilled a drink on you.

You two exited the restaurant. It was raining. Kaoru was highkey freaking out about all of the unlucky things that occurred, so he called Hikaru. Unusually enough, his twin had pretty good advice: “just yolo, bro, she’ll like anything as long as she does it with you.”

Kaoru turned to you, asked if you just wanted to ditch the plan completely, and grinned as you kicked your heels off and grabbed your much more comfortable shoes out of your purse. (They were killing you. Also, with them, you were three inches taller than Kaoru and he had been trying to figure out a way to kiss you without seeming awkward.)

You two rain through the rain (in retrospect, probably not the best idea: you got sick, but Kaoru dropped by with a large basket of items ranging from high-class cuisine soup to fancy thermometers gathered by himself and the Host Club so that was a plus) and stumbled upon a small pet shop.

Your smile while adoring the kittens seemed to light up the room, in Kaoru’s eyes.

“Your drawings are beautiful, you know that?”

You two met at one of the RFA’s parties. You had been talking with Jumin about cats, exuding their many virtues, when the CEO needed to take a call.

You happened to spot Zen standing to the side of the ballroom, a small smile on his face as he watched all the guests interact with one another. One of your friends was a huge fan of him, which is why you approached him to ask for his autograph.

He couldn’t understand your request at first, since you were sort of nervous and blurted it out too quickly. He noticed you were feeling nervous, though, and smiled at you (making you more nervous, in all honesty: talking to gorgeous models isn’t really something you do everyday). “Say, you were talking with that Jumin Han, right? Are you his business associate?”

“Ah, no,” you refuted, ducking under your bangs. “I just found out he likes cats like I do. That’s all.”

You noted that Zen twitched and his smile seemed a bit more strained. “Ah, cool. So, an autograph for your friend, you said? How generous~ here, I’ll even throw in one of my selfies.”

“Uh, you don’t have to–”

“I insist!”

You left the party thinking that your friend’s adored idol was…weird, but an alright person. Just out of curiosity, you checked his social media account (was it his? or a bot?) and couldn’t help but note that he wasn’t just a pretty face…but a hard worker, if the pile of scripts strewn across the floor in the background of some of his pictures was any indication. When you gave your friend his autograph, she squealed and immediately deigned herself the duty of introducing you to Zen’s many wonders.

You actually liked his acting a lot: you could tell he put a lot of effort into creating his role. When you were invited to the party again, you couldn’t help but look for him.

“I really liked your role in that one film!” you blurt out as soon as you see him. This makes Zen pause: he’s met a lot of fangirls at RFA parties, to be honest, but it’s rare to meet somebody who appreciates his acting…especially for such an obscure film like that. “How much time did you put into it?”

Zen laughs, rubbing the back of his neck almost sheepishly. “Three hours a day, to be honest. I’m not a great actor yet, so I need to work harder.”

You leave the party thinking: yeah, he’s definitely not just a pretty face.

Each party afterwards, you two begin talking more and more. At first, it was just about his roles, but then he started asking about you. Once he found out about your passion for writing, he couldn’t help but ask to see some of your work.

You were nervous as you handed him a script you wrote just the other day with his acting in mind. Somewhere down the line, you grew to value his opinion a lot. Finally, he looked up, his gaze piercing as he said slowly, “Darling, I’d love it if I could act out one of your scripts someday.”

That’s the needle that breaks the camel’s back. You muster enough courage to ask for his number, and you two exchange contact information. He sends you selfies everyday, with just the little things. (”Working hard for that play!” “Thanks for cheering me up, last night.”) You send him little doodles back, which is how he finds out about your passion for drawing. (He loves your drawings, and won’t hesitate to compliment them. “Babe, they’re amazing.”)

One day, you receive a drunk call from him. “[Y/N], I can’t do this anymore,” he complains, the usage of your name shocking you. “I like talking to you too much.”

“I…like talking with you, too, Zen. Is there a problem?”

“I wanna talk to you everyday.”

“We do talk to you everyday.” 

“Every. Day,” Zen insists. There’s some unintelligible murmuring, then one of the RFA members come on the phone.

“Uh, is this [Y/N]? Hi, I’m Yoosung…uh, sorry about that…usually I’m the one drunk calling people ahaha, but I guess he’s a bit off today. Listen…I don’t want to sound presumptuous or rude…but…Zen really likes you, you know.” (In fact, you don’t know. But regardless, your heart beats faster.) “I just don’t want to see him being led on…”

“I’m not,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. There’s silence on the other line, then Yoosung snickers and thanks you.

Zen calls you the next day, completely mortified. He apologizes, and you…well, you suddenly lose all of your social grace and composure. “Do you like me?”

There’s silence on the other side of the line, then Zen lets out the cutest laugh you’ve ever heard. “Heh, was I that obvious?” His voice is strangled.

“Sort of,” you laughed.

“Then…do you like me?” There’s hope lining his voice.

“Did you think I didn’t?” you ask, because you know that you’ve been pretty obvious.

You two get together after that.

Although he called you plenty of pet-names before, mostly as a joke (”babe” and “darling” being two of them), Zen’s actually somewhat shy to call you such now, which is cute.

Zen wants to take you to the aquarium for your first date, but you learn of his love for the stars and instead insist on going to the planetarium. It’s an enjoyable night, nonetheless; Zen says a cheesy pick-up line that makes you laugh (he immediately flushes in mortification, but you just lean in closer to him and tell him he’s cute).

The RFA, after lengthy background checks to make sure you weren’t trying to con Zen (Yoosung was your staunch defender; after that one phonecall, he could tell that you both were enamored with each other and made one another happy), invited you to their chat.

Although Zen doesn’t like cats, he puts up with the pictures you and Jumin exchange for you. (You’re considerate enough not to beg for a pet cat when you move in with him, though, and instead you two raise a blue Paradise Beta you name “Crystal” -- Zen insisted on the name because he said the fish’s color reminded him of your crystal-blue eyes.)

Hope you enjoyed it, @matchups-and-stuff!

~ Mod Camellia