#even more stream of conscious-y than usual im sorry

[kissporsche]

Let's try and unravel this

Why fake his death? To force the minor family into acting. Korn knows there will be losses but doesn't care. If he pushes Kan into attacking then he has the perfect excuse to reveal that Namphueng is still alive in front of everyone and most importantly control the narrative. Then he can kill Kan, the traitor, before he is contradicted. Keep everyone in a state of emotional imbalance so they believe what you're saying. Kill anyone that might dispute it.

This THIS is the mystery for season 2. What was Kan about to reveal that Korn couldn't allow Kinn and Porsche to know? I have lots of speculations.

Then Korn has dealt with the traitor and shows mercy to his son as proof that all of this has been for the sake of his family: his foster sister, his sons, his nephews.

There's no doubting that removing Vegas and making Porsche the head of the minor family was Korn setting up his chessboard how he wanted from the beginning. It was risky after Kan told his version of events but Porsche's memories are so scrambled, like Thee said it's easy to convince him he saw something different to what he did. We see throughout the episode different versions of the memory/flashback, but history is written by the victor.

("It's your fault for knowing too much" is implied to be the real memory, which only appears in the version where Korn is the shooter. Because that version was Kan telling the story it's unclear how much Porsche can really put this together.)

Korn now holds all the cards against Porsche. He has his mother, he no doubt knows where Chay is, he has Kinn's loyalty and he's the only one alive apart from Namphueng who can give him answers. Porsche has no choice but to accept. And while I don't want to speculate too much (lol)

Porsche still does not define himself as a mafia leader or as loyal to either family. I think Porsche knows he's being manipulated. He broke away from the main family once to find answers, but he can't risk doing it again when Korn holds so much against him. Korn has what he wants: a united family ALL under his control but I think he's underestimated Porsche. He won't stop looking for answers.

Whatever Korn's secrets, Namphueng also knows. She is the lynchpin in all this that could send Korn tumbling.

Oh and as a bonus:

What did Korn and Kim talk about last episode.

I think Korn told him he was going to fake his death, and that's what this look between him and Chan means. Our Kimothy is notoriously hard to read, but I think he feels exceptionally guilty about putting his brothers through this grief. Why tell Kim his plan? Again, control the narrative. Kim was getting too close to something and whatever Korn said to him in this conversation either convinced him or threatened him back on side.

[sugrbugz]

their reaction to you coming out as trans!! : BOKUTO, KENMA, AKAASHI, OIKAWA, TSUKKI, & ASAHI ♥︎

CW: this covers topics such as gender dysphoria, transphobia, and ignorant parents. please be safe my loves!!

transphobes get the fuck outta here right now

also i’m ftm myself so i’m writing from my own experience! if you want a non binary one or even mtf let me know! ♥︎

BOKUTO

would be so very excited to go clothing shopping with you but also giving you all of his hoodies in the mean time-

would love to show you off as his official boyfriend, would fight transphobic people for you

“hey bo, can we talk?” you asked softly, only causing him to open his arms wide from where he was sitting on your bed. you crawled into his lap like you always did, your hands shaking a bit when your wrapped your arms around his neck. “what’s up little owl!” he smiled wide, flashing you that beautiful smile of his. “it’s sorta serious love..” you mumbled making his smile fall only a bit, it falling completely when you started crying. “lovebug? what’s wrong..you can talk to me baby” he soothed making you nod. “i know we’ve talked about your preferences before and i don’t know where i fall but-“ you hiccuped, trying to figure out how to say it. “i’m transgender..i want to be a boy” you sobbed out, ultimately terrified he’d leave even though you knew he wouldn’t. “no..” he started making you cry only harder, not even three seconds later were calloused fingers there to wipe them, “you are a boy..not want, right baby?” he smiled softly, kissing your nose.

KENMA

his emotions would hurt him first only because he wouldn’t fully understand why you’re so upset

best hair stylist in the game!! he’d do your hair so you don’t have to deal with judgemental old ladies and weird barbers.

would 100000000/10 drop anything hes doing to snuggle you since he knows how much of a bitch dysphoria can be

it actually happened by accident. currently you were in the bathroom, shaky hands on a pair of scissors you’d found in the kitchen. it was one of those moments. you weren’t officially out to anybody, not even your boyfriend just simply out of fear of being disliked. however when kenma came to use the bathroom after doing a five hour livestream her heart almost shattered right then and there. you were too into your head to even notice his presence, snapping back to reality when he took the scissors from you. that’s when the tears started. he was quickly to pull you close, kissing your head. “i think i understand..but if i don’t, please explain..” he whispered softly into your ear. “i-i..” you stuttered, you didn’t even know how to say it. “i’ve been dealing with my gender for awhile and came to the conclusion that im a boy..” you sniff, snuggling into his chest since the comfort felt good. “okay baby, you’re still mine okay?” he spoke so soft it was reassuring. “but come to me instead of butchering your hair, you know damn well i could cut it better. dork.” he winked sitting you down to actually cut your hair properly.

AKAASHI

wasn’t totally surprised even though he is oblivious to most things

he would be so sweet about it??????? he wouldn’t even question you???? just accepting right away

after you were ready to come out? god he would be so overbearing with how supportive he was. “hey have you seen my BOYFRIEND?” or “are you doing okay, pretty boy?” he would do it all the time

he already knew. you’d asked him to pack your laptop in your book bag since you guys were going to study at the library. he usually didn’t snoop and honestly minded his business, but when he saw what he thought was a dildo his curiosity was peaked. you had millions of tabs open, all pertaining to the concept of gender identity. his heart softened sadly, upset by the fact you did this all alone. you came up to check what was taking him so long, face dropping when you saw what was open, “i-i promise i can explain-!” you rush forward but he quickly wraps two arms around you, kissing you softly. “shush. you don’t need to explain.” he smiled, “your preferred name and pronouns my darling?” he hummed in addition, grinning from the blush on your cheeks. “uhm..y/n..and he/him..please..” you whisper making him nod, “i’ve got the cutest boyfriend every yanno that?”

OIKAWA

would make fun of you for a bit until he realized this was actually serious

he would also apologize profusely for doing so.

would go out and buy you 67963334 slacks just to see you in them i know it

“tooru i’m serious!” you’d whimper, genuine tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. that’s when he knew he took it too far. “hey..i was just joking around…does me calling you girlie actually make you uncomfortable? why?” he was confused but then again you couldn’t blame them. you’d told iwa you were trans, hoping to get someway to tell oikawa but there wasn’t much acknowledgment of him at all. “yes..it does” you nodded wiping your eyes. “is it because you’re trans?” all the air in your lungs was knocked out of you at this. “how did you..” you’d ask softly, “i dunno! i’m just really good at this!” he giggled before kissing your head and getting off the couch you two were on. “one minute!” he ran upstairs and about five minutes later came back with all his old clothes he outgrew. “here! ‘ma saved them for donating to relatives but your more important” he hummed making you blush, “tooru you don’t-“ “and what’s your pants size?” “uh-i-“ “it’s okay doesn’t matter we’ll get all of them.” “ALL OF WHAT.” and that’s honestly how the rest of your night went.

TSUKKI

he wasn’t totally surprised but then again he knew how your parents were and would understand your hesitation for coming out

it didn’t really phase him at all. have you seen his gender nonconforming best friend? tsukki wouldn’t care unless you were authentically yourself.

would always give you reassurance, no matter how much you needed.

you’d come to your boyfriends house for the third night this week, his mom more than happy to let you stay. “he’s upstairs!” she’d smile from where she was making dinner. you already knew where to find his room, so coming inside and throwing your bags down casually wasn’t an issue at all. “y/n how many times do i have to tell your messy ass that you don’t put bags in the middle of the-“ he spun in his desk chair to look at you, his face falling the second he saw your face go red and tears streaming down your face. tsukki fucking SUCKED with emotions but he wouldn’t be pathetic and not try. “cmere moonie, what’s wrong” he frowned getting up and sitting on the bed, pulling you down with him. “i told them” you stated simply, his own anxiety kicked in. “and?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “they kicked me out.” you nodded towards the fourish bags you had dropped. “well..fuck them. here you’ll be loved and respected. they don’t deserve you. no one does. now, ill ask mom if we can move in the old dresser from akiterus room..you make yourself comfy. change, take of makeup, whatever it is. here? you’re allowed to be who you are.” and with that he was gone. tsukki may look like an asshole but he tries his best not to be for you.

ASAHI

wouldn’t initially get it, but it would take some explaining and he’d be absolutely on board

would probably smoother you in love and affection for being brave enough to tell him how you’ve been feeling

similar to akaashi he’d be quick to correct those who use incorrect pronouns (unless you tell him not too) while expressing love for his boyfriend

dating asahi had plenty of benefits, most importantly his ability to scare those off who were rude to you. you had come out to him a week ago, he needed some help understanding the process but soon he was very on board and understanding. now you two were eating lunch with noya and tanaka, watching a group of girls who ever now and then looked back at you to laugh and point. you’d just gotten your gender affirming hair cut the night before. you began to feel very self conscious about everything, just slowly tucking yourself into asahi who immediately realized something was wrong. “what’s up babe?” he asked watching you nod towards the group. with that he gently passed you over to noya who was very excited for the hugs he was allowed to give his close friend. needless to say asahi scared the living hell out of those girls. when all was said and done, he took you to the boys bathroom and locked the door. he simply hugged you, rubbing your back while you almost immediately cried. “it’s okay bunny..i’m sorry people can’t mind their own business-not that it’s my fault-i dunno why i apologized-sorry-i-“ he took a deep breath but his nervous rambling had made you giggle. “thank you, you giant teddy bear” you smiled leaning up to give him a nice soft kiss.

[yandere-society]

can i request a yandere jimin that’s so dependent on the reader that when she goes to work and he stays home (because he’s out of work/works at home), he literally destroys himself and ends up going to her work looking like he was mauled by a bear (not literally but i hope you get the point). it’s totally fine if you don’t do it!!! — 🐹

Labor of Love

word count: 1.7k

author/admin: kimseokmomjins🥀

a/n: this contains extremely graphic depictions of self-harm and mentions of suicide, please read at your own discretion 

The violent vibrations of your cellphone caused you to awake with a startle. You scrambled to silence your phone, knowing Jimin was not fond of his sleep being interrupted by nuisances, but hesitated when you saw your superior’s name illuminating the screen.

Manager Kim never called you, always electing to communicate through e-mail, so his call was a surprise to you, to say the least. Something must’ve gone wrong with the latest project. Carefully sliding out of the sheets so as to not wake Jimin, you scuttled away to your adjoining bathroom and accepted the call. Manager Kim gave you no room to speak, immediately cutting to the chase the second you answered.

“You need to come in now. Our client received your design and he claims it’s not what he asked for. Now the bastard wants something bigger, flashier, and done in 3 hours.” You cupped your hand around the receiver, keeping your voice hushed. “Namjoon, you know I can’t, I have—” 

“Y/N,” he pleaded, “Please. I let you work from home seven days a week, I keep our correspondence solely through e-mail. I don’t ask questions about your lifestyle. I’m only asking you to help just this once.” His desperation pulled at your heartstrings, reminding you a lot of a certain someone. Inhaling, you shut your eyes tightly and acquiesced. “Fine, Namjoon. I’ll come in, but only for an hour or two.” You could practically hear the tension in his voice dissipate as he thanked you for your cooperation. “I knew I could count on you! I’ll see you soon, be prepared for a shitstorm.” Manager Kim ended the call abruptly, leaving you to contemplate your next decision.

There was no way Jimin would let you go into work, much less on such short notice. Some would call him controlling, or even downright insane, but to you, he was just a man with an extremely unhealthy inferiority complex. Jimin was someone who loved fiercely, passionately, but never believed people could reciprocate those same feelings towards him. Not even you, his wife of 3 years, who loved him more than life itself—who held him in her arms after every breakdown, every relapse. 

But being the sole breadwinner of the household meant you had to make the difficult choice: either go to the office or get fired. Either way, you either risked potentially losing Jimin, or losing your house, the car and health insurance. Neither was ideal, but lately, Jimin had been in high spirits. His old scars had finally begun to heal, meaning he hadn’t cut himself in at least three weeks. Maybe he was capable of staying home alone for a few hours. 

You looked at your phone’s digital clock. 6:58 a.m. Jimin seldom got up before noon, so you figured if you left now while he was asleep, you could make it back before he woke up. You rushed to make yourself presentable, trying to take as little time as possible, while also being as quiet as you could. Sneaking back into the bedroom, you knelt down on Jimin’s side of the bed and brushed the hair out of his face. Pressing your lips to his forehead, you gave him a tender kiss, hoping it wouldn’t be your last. “Minnie, baby,” you murmured so as to not stir him. He hummed in response, still deep in REM sleep, but slightly conscious. You continued, “I need to run to the office, okay? I’ll be back soon. I love you.” Jimin mumbled something incoherent and curled into his pillow, looking absolutely serene. 

Collecting your purse, you head past the kitchen, your eyes catching sight of the knife block that sat on the marble countertop. Fearing Jimin might potentially spiral and relapse, you carried the heavy block to the hall closet and hid it behind a stack of quilts, hoping Jimin wouldn’t be desperate enough to tear apart the closet. With a determined nod of your head, you set off to work, saying your silent prayers that everything would be okay.

•·················•·················•

When Namjoon said work would be a shitstorm, he wasn’t exaggerating. Your client, a semi-famous rapper by the name of Agust D, whatever the hell that meant, decided that he didn’t like his promotional advertisements. Three days before his comeback. You were able to get the redesign done, but not without him hovering over your back and micromanaging every minuscule detail, down to the smallest pixel. After hours of edits, you finally had a moment to relax. 

Checking your phone, your eyes widened when you saw that it was currently one in the afternoon. What was even more alarming was that you had over 13 missed calls and 54 unread text messages from Jimin. Fearing the worst, you unlocked your phone and began skimming through his messages, a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

[Minnie 8:21 a.m]: hey baby, where’d you go?

[Minnie 8:23 a.m]: baby?

[Minnie 8:25 a.m]: Y/N?

[Minnie 8:30 a.m]: hello?????

[Minnie 8:34 a.m]: whatever you’re doing isn’t funny baby. please respond.

Your thumb scrolled upwards, towards the newer messages. The more recent, the more incoherent and unstable Jimin’s texts became.

[Minnie 12:41 p.m]: i get hthat u dotn lovve me anymore and im soty for ebeingf stupoid and ugly and uselass im sorry for a being patheic 

[Minnie 12:41 p.m]: i’

[Minnie 12:41 p.m]: i’ll end it all fro u

[Minnie 12:42 p.m]: YOU’RE MY FUCKOING EVERYTHISNG YOU FUCKING DONT UNETRESTAND I FUCKIGN NEED U Y/N

[Minnie 12:43 p.m]: DO I NEEFD TO CARVE YIUR NAME INTWO MY CHEST TO MAKE YOU HAPPY????? 

By now, fat, hot tears were streaming down your face, dotting the screen of your phone. You eyed the last message you had received, an attachment sent at exactly 1 p.m. Sprinting out of the office without a single word to your superior or client, you frantically played the voice message Jimin had sent. His soft voice echoed in the corridor as you dashed down the stairs and towards the parking garage, filling your heart and mind with worry. 

‘Y/N, my love, my life, my everything,’ he began, his voice hoarse and cracking, likely from emotional duress.  ‘You’ve abandoned me, and I don’t blame you. I’m stupid, incompetent and a waste of space. You complete me, I am nothing without you. And now that you’ve left me, I have nothing else to live for.’  Fumbling around in your purse in search for your car keys, you finally found the object of your search and unlocked your car, hurriedly shoving the keys in the ignition and peeling out of the garage. You couldn’t bear listening to more of the voice message, instead choosing to dial Jimin with the assistance of your Bluetooth controls. Each one was immediately redirected to voicemail, but you persisted in the barrage of phone calls. 

What was no more than a 12-minute drive felt like millennia, your heart thumping so hard that you heard your pulse reverberating in your ears. You raced up the stairs of your unit, taking them two at a time, hoping that it wasn’t too late—pleading with any Higher, Holy beings to let Jimin be okay. Your hands trembled so furiously that it was nearly impossible to unlock your door until finally, you were somehow able to enter the threshold of your apartment. Greeted with nothing but an eerie silence, you began to fear the worst. 

Usually, when Jimin had a breakdown, he screamed and destroyed everything in sight, but all of your decor was exactly as how you’d left it in the morning. The only trace your husband’s presence was the shattered picture frame that lay discarded on the dining room table, a chunk of glass missing. Your eyes traced over the worn mahogany surface before they settled on speckles of blood. You scanned the perimeter, looking for any clues that could lead you to Jimin. Following the droplets, you were led to your balcony, which overlooked the Dongdaemun shopping district. The gentle purr of cars wafted through the ajar french doors, and perched on the balcony railing was a defeated, scarred Jimin. He hadn’t noticed you, at least, not yet. But you noticed him and his current state. Arms streaked with blood— staining his pajama shirt and boxers a light pink— legs dangling idly from the metal railing as if he wasn’t four stories above a busy street, ready to plummet to his death. He looked content, serene, even. 

“Jimin, sweetie,” you choked, words catching in your throat at the sight before you. “What are you—” Before you had time to finish your question, Jimin lept off the railing and threw himself at you and into your arms. Violent sobs wracked his body as he clung to you, like a lost child would to his mother. “I th-thought you had l-l-left m-me,” your husband hiccuped. His hold on you was vice-like, and his wounds were, without a doubt, staining your blouse. “Why did you leave me,” he half-shouted, half-pleaded. “I lost control because of you. I almost ended it all for you.”

You found yourself at a loss for words. You didn’t consider your absence would affect Jimin so profoundly— to the point where he thought suicide was the only way to cope. You almost lost him; almost lost the love of your life. And it was all because of your selfish impulsiveness. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, one hand toying with the baby hairs on the nape of his neck, knowing affection was the best way to calm him down. “Baby, I’m so sorry,” you cooed, tears pricking your eyes. “Please forgive me, I’m so, so sorry. I love you, okay? Don’t ever doubt my feelings for you.” Your husband looked at you with those big, brown eyes that shone so brightly, so innocently. The eyes you loved dearly. 

“Promise?” He asked, his grip around you tightening slightly. “I promise,” you replied with a bittersweet smile. You knew that this would be the turning point of your marriage— you could never trust Jimin to be alone, not even for a few hours. You’d have to sacrifice your freedom, your career, to ensure his safety. But it was worth it just to see him live another day.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up, alright Minnie?” He nodded meekly, letting you lead him towards the washroom so you could tend to his wounds, just like always. 

Time and time again, you’d be there to repair Jimin when he broke down, disregarding the fact that you yourself were the one that was crumbling under all the stress. After all, loving Park Jimin was an arduous affair.

[peculiarmindset]

Hi! I liked your yoi story...Im a huge KNB fan so can I give a prompt? You can choose any pairing but can there be farting in bed? tnx!

Here’s story number 2, this time for KNB. Heads up- I’m fine with any KNB pairing but I favor AkashixFurihata mostly so I’ll probably write them a lot for KNB.

In the Morning

Furihata Kouki yawned as he slowly opened his eyes, wincing slightly at the small sliver of sunlight that managed to break through the thick curtains and hit him directly on the face.

Giving another smaller yawn, he turn his head to nuzzle into the chest that he was currently lying on. Blinking out the rest of his sleepiness, Furihata carefully lifted his upper body, conscious not to jostle his lover and looked at the clock that was on the bedside table. 7:45 A.M.

Sitting up now Furihata stretched, feeling the bones in his body snapping back in place. Looking down at his body, Furihata flushed at all the love bites that were scattered across his chest…and arms…and his thighs….

Winter break had finally started the day before and with no school for the next two weeks, Furihata decided to spend his holidays with his boyfriend, Akashi Seijuurou. He was currently staying at one of the Akashi manors that was located in Kyoto.

Looking around the lavish bedroom he was in (he didn’t get much time to observe his surroundings last night as he and Akashi just crashed through the door as they flung their clothes off and hurriedly made their way to the king size bed) Furihata suddenly felt a little rumbling in his stomach.

Unfortunately, this type of rumbling wasn’t a warning for hunger, but instead a warning for something else.

Furihata bit his lip as he felt gas bubbling in his belly. If he had been alone in his room he would have just let it go with no other thought about it. But with his lover only a few inches away, that was a definite NO.

Slowly inching his way off the bed to head for the bathroom, Furihata let out a small squeak when two arms winded themselves around his waist.

Furihata thanked every god out there that his squeak was the only thing that came out of him.

“Mmm…Kouki? Where are you going?” Akashi mumbled, pulling Furihata down so he laid in his arms.

“U-uh, I u-um…” Furihata stuttered. Even though he had been dating the Rakuzan captain for almost six months now, he still found it awkward to do certain things with the other around. Doing things like showering together and doing couple-y stuff was perfectly fine. But when it came to regular guy stuff like burping and farting?

NO.

“Kouki…you weren’t planning on leaving me, were you?” Akashi asked with a warning tone in his voice. But when Furihata looked at him, he could tell that his lover was only teasing him.

Furihata flushed. “No! Of course not Sei, I was just…uh…” He trailed off. Everyone knew how nervous Furihata Kouki could be (hell, it took one month after he started dating Akashi for him to finally stop stuttering in front of the other man). But not everyone knew that Furihata was very painfully bathroom shy.

Public restrooms were torturous for him. He refused to use the urinals and would be super self-conscious when using the stalls. And he NEVER did more than urinate in public restrooms- if he had to do anything else, he would hold it no matter what until he could make it home. Just mentioning the need to go to the restroom was hard enough for Furihata.

Furihata could feel the trapped gas in his belly wanting to escape and he clenched his ass- Furihata felt even more vulnerable since he had nothing on due to their sexual activities the night before.

Oblivious to his boyfriend’s inner turmoil, Akashi leaned in and left light kisses on the other’s neck. “For trying to escape, I’ll just have to hold you here and punish you, hm?” Akashi smirked as he left a bite on the part he had kissed.

“Eh? But, um…Sei…” Furihata moaned as Akashi took that moment to steal his lips and started to make out with him. As he began to open his lips to welcome his lover’s seeking tongue, Furihata completely forgot about his need to use the bathroom. He began to wrap his arms around Akashi’s shoulders and pulled the other closer to him.

But unfortunately his body had not forgotten his need and just as Akashi began to bring his hands up to pinch one of his boyfriend’s nipples, the gas in Furihata’s belly finally made its way out of him.

POOT!

The two boyfriends froze at the short but deafening fart that had sounded in the room. Furihata, absolutely mortified, pushed Akashi away and covered his face in an attempt to hide from the embarrassment.

“I-I-I…S-SORRY!…” Furihata cried. He could feel tears form in his eyes as he silently prayed for the divine deities to just end him now.

Akashi was surprised at first by the interruption but seeing his boyfriend’s tears made him worry. “Kouki…look at me.” Akashi quietly coaxed the other, gently trying to remove his lover’s hands out of his face. When Furihata only shook his head, Akashi decided to use another tactic.

Furihata gasped when he felt a pair of lips touch his hands. He quickly dropped his hands and looked up to see Akashi’s bright red eyes looking gently at him.

“There you are.” Akashi smiled when he finally saw his boyfriend’s face. Furihata’s face was completely tomato red and tears were still streaming down his cheeks. Wiping away his lover’s tears with his comforter, he asked, “Now tell me why you are crying, Kouki?”

Furihata sniffled as he looked away from the other, still feeling horribly humiliated. “I-I…I’m so embarrassed! I c-can’t believe I just…just…” Furihata shook his head, unable to finish his sentence.

“Kouki.” At the stern tone in his boyfriend’s voice, Furihata automatically looked up at Akashi. “There’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about. Passing gas is a completely normal thing to do. There’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Akashi told him as he stroked his cheek, making sure his lover was listening to every word he said.

“But it’s embarrassing!” Furihata groaned. His stuttering finally stopped when he realized that his lover wasn’t disgusted by him and was actually trying to comfort him.

“You’re only human. Everyone does it. Even me.” Akashi pointed out to him.

Furihata couldn’t help it as he let out a snort. “As if.” Furihata mumbled quietly, not aware that Akashi could hear every word he said.

The room was quiet for a moment, neither of them moving or saying anything, before Akashi suddenly grabbed the comforter and removed it from his own body. He shifted his body so he laid on his side, facing Furihata. Furihata looked at Akashi in confusion as he watched the other push out his bottom a bit, a concentrated look on the young heir’s face.

Pffffffffffttttttttt……

Furihata froze, his eyes wide. But before he could say anything, Akashi- whose face took on an alarmingly shade of red, the same as his hair- held his hand up to stop him before giving a loud grunt.

BRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!….

Akashi’s fart sputtered out with a wet sound before finally ending. Furihata was still not moving, only watching as his lover sighed in relief and gave him a sheepish grin as he lightly fanned his backside with his hand.

Even with a blush that matched his boyfriend’s, Akashi lightly said, “Excuse me.”

Furihata felt his brain short-circuit, not believing what had just happened. His boyfriend, Akashi Seijuurou, heir to the Akashi empire, student council president and captain to the Rakuzan basketball team and to the Generation of Miracles….had farted. Twice.

And it wasn’t just a light poot like Furihata had given off. Akashi had farted long and loud and sounded really grossly wet.

And when Furihata was finally hit by the smell- like rotten eggs with onions and fish but times a thousand- he couldn’t help but cough at the stench.

Looking bashful, Akashi shrugged his shoulders. “I apologize Kouki- I only meant to let out a little but I guess I couldn’t control myself well. But I wanted to show you that even I am human as well. So that means I pass gas at times too. Does it bother you so much that you would break up with me?”

Furihata’s eyes widened as he vehemently shook his head at that. “Of course not! I’d never break up with you just because of a fart!”

Akashi smiled widely as he gave Furihata a peck on top of his nose. “Good. I also would never break up with you just because you broke a little wind.” He assured his lover.

Even though his face heated up a bit at that, Furihata found that he could smile again. “Thanks Sei. I feel better now.” Cuddling up together once again in bed, Furihata hummed. “But wow, I didn’t know you could…uh, be that loud?” Furihata commented awkwardly.

Akashi chuckled, a bit embarrassed, as he nuzzled the other’s hair. “Yes. Since I tend to eat a lot of food with high fiber my…well, my flatulence tends to be like that.” Akashi cleared his throat. “I actually do not usually let myself go like that…well, whilst in the company of others, but I felt that if it was in front of you, it would be alright. I am comfortable showing my imperfect side to you.” Furihata glowed at the loving look that Akashi gave him.

Furihata gave his lover a soft kiss on the lips. “It is okay. And I’m actually relieved to know that you are indeed a normal human just like the rest of us.” Furihata let out a giggle as Akashi teasingly pinched him in the side. “Actually, I’m really bathroom shy so that’s why I couldn’t tell you earlier that I had to go to the bathroom. But I guess my body ended up telling y-you.” Furihata couldn’t help the stutter at the end.

Akashi gave him a small grin. “Oh, your bout of flatulence earlier was so cute, Kouki.” He cooed at his boyfriend.

Furihata squawked as he lightly hit Akashi in the arm. “Sei!” He scolded the other. As Akashi returned his lover’s pout with a cheeky grin of his own, both of their eyes widened as a small gurgle from Furihata’s stomach sounded.

Furihata felt his cheeks once again redden once more. “Uhh…”

Akashi held Furihata’s hand in his own as he gave the other an encouraging squeeze. “People do say that when a couple can fart in front of the other that is when they are truly comfortable with the each other and their relationship become stronger and last longer.” He pointed out.

As his stomach gave another gurgle, Furihata decided to let his insecurities go and took a small breath as he gave his bottom a push.

Bbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttttttt…….

And even though this fart was definitely worser and smellier than his first (but still not as bad as his boyfriend’s) instead of crying of embarrassment, Furihata found himself giggling together with his loving boyfriend.