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callme-naomi · 4 months ago

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The touch of your hand lets me know that you need me

reader and Nanami are in an arranged marriage

Nanami Kento had always had an independent personality: he had long since begun doing his own tasks for himself.

Sewing his own clothes if slashed? He'll do it.

Making his own food? He'll do it.

Cleaning his dorm, and later on, his house? He'll do it.

Changing the bulbs? He'll do it.

Combing his hair? Arranging his books? Fixing broken clocks? Repairing appliances? He'll do it.

That was the life he was accustomed to. He never thought about having someone to do his tasks for him. And he didn't need to, because he liked it. Doing his work by himself and not being dependent on anyone. He would readily do someone else's jobs, but his? A simple, I'll handle it.

He used to think that letting someone else do his work gave a feeling of being dependent, or making them feel like a servant. After all, who would voluntarily do his work for him?

So when you came into his life, he had expected that you might have some moments when you'd need him and his help, and he was prepared for it.

What he was absolutely not prepared for was letting you do his jobs.

He woke up in the morning, the first day to work after you two getting married, his mind deciding between which to do first, press his clothes or make his breakfast, but he stops midway when he sees his work dress all ironed up and hanging neatly. He found your side of the bed empty, neatly tucked.

When he made his way to the kitchen, he found you humming to some tune, a sizzling sound emanating and the aroma wafting towards him. hearing his footsteps, you turn to look at him, smiling.

"Good morning, my love!"

"Morning, darling." He replied, rolling his sleeves up and coming to you. "How long since you've been up?"

You blinked. "An hour or a half, I think."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"I'm sorry, did you need to wake early?" You, with a tinge of worry, asked him, waiting to be yelled on.

Because that's the household you had grown in. If the females slacked off, the males spent no time in proving what a failure they are.

"No, of course not." He leaned against the kitchen counter. "Take your time, whenever you're done, I'll make it, alright?"

"But," you pointed to the table, "It's all ready!"

Now it was his turn to blink. "Weren't you making yours?"

"No, no, I was making both of ours."

"Y/N, you don't need to make mine, alright?"

"But my cooking is good enough."

"I meant, you don't need to trouble yourself."

"But I'm fine, Kento." you replied, a shine on your face, as you flipped the last of the omelets and led him to the table. "Here, eat it before it gets cold!"

The two of you sat at the table together, not sure what to talk about, eating in silence. A few times, when he reached out to have a biscuit or another serving of tea, your hand would shoot forwards and give it to him. Just as he stood up with his plates in hand, you almost snatched it from him and walked to the sink, your arms full of utensils as you began washing them.

"Y/N, you don't need to wash my plates." He trailed you into the kitchen. "Thank you, but I can do it."

You put your hands on his shoulders and playfully push him outside the kitchen. "And so can I. That's my job!"

"Your...job?"

"Mm-hm. You know what they say, girls look best in the kitchens of their houses."

"Did someone tell you to do this?" Nanami, who could still not wrap his head around the fact that someone would do his job so voluntarily, asked you.

"Isn't this what I'm supposed to do?" You asked in return, your hands frothed with lather. "I don't know how things go in your home, but that's what I was told back at mine."

"That you're supposed to wait on your husbands?"

You nodded.

"Well, Y/N, I really appreciate the gesture, but you don't have to work this hard on my account, alright?"

"But you're my husband."

"Not your master. You are free to do what you want, not what you're expected to do." He moved forward to put his hand on your cheek. "Got it?"

You were his wife. His queen. He wanted you to be treated the same way someone would treat a princess. He wants you to be happy, because wasn't that the same way he felt around you? He wanted you to look at him as your love, not your master.

You nodded in understanding, confused as to what got into him, as he strode inside to get his clothes on.

You didn't want to anger him on your first few days, so you didn't push forward, if you don't count passing him the tie and cologne, out of habit. However, he gave in to your insistence of letting you tie his tie and put his coat on him, and you finally felt like a good housewife as he gave you a gentle goodbye kiss before leaving for work.

Nanami Kento had never been so confused before, either. What do you mean people are supposed to do someone else's work? Don't they have their own jobs to attend to?

That day, during work, a few of his colleagues sat with him during the break, congratulating him on his marriage.

"Say, Nanami, has she cooked something for you yet?"

He counted all you had made for breakfast this evening, and his colleagues snorted. "What, you eat toast for dinner?"

"What did she make for dinner?"

He recounted in his head. Two nights you two have yet spent together, the first night he had taken you out for dinner, and the second, he had insisted on making it for you, saying you 'had just come'.

"I make my own, if you aren't aware."

"Nanami, Nanami, Nanami," his other colleague shook his head at him as if he had committed some grave mistake. "Why'd you do it?"

"I'm not sure I follow?"

"Those ladies, they're the ones supposed to do the work. You're now married."

"I am well aware of my status." He had gotten a vague idea of the incoming lecture, and he already began brainstorming of getting out of here.

"But you don't act like it." The colleague clapped his shoulder. "She's supposed to cook, not you. It's time you let someone do your job."

"Who said we're supposed to?"

"Idiot. That's the custom!"

"That's not the custom I follow." He picked his coat up, and walked out.

Why did he get so annoyed at this?

"And I married a girl. I didn't buy her."

That night, when he came home, you were standing there, a beaming smile on your face as you took his coat off with a kiss to his cheek, pulling out a chair for him as he sat for the dinner you had made.

You sat down beside him, and watched with delight as he savored your homemade food, occasionally complimenting it and listening to you rant about your day.

"Y/N, you made this all by yourself?" He pointed to the vast array of dishes spread out. You were going to cook dinner for the first time ever, and you decided you'd go out of the ordinary.

You nodded happily. "I did it for you. Did you like it?"

"Of course. However, I told you you didn't need to work yourself because you had to. I could have had helped you out."

"Well, I wouldn't have felt comfortable making you work after an entire day. Your work is tiring enough, this is the least I can do for you."

"Thank you. But this is my work to do, seeing I'm the man of the house."

"And I'm your lady, so I have a share of your matters too."

"I want you to be happy, and in my experience forcing someone doesn't yield happiness."

"Then let me do it for you," you argued, "if you really want me to be happy. Tell me, would you let me do my work alone?"

He immediately shook his head.

"See? You'll readily do my work, and you've already done so much for me, so it's only fair if I do yours."

"You make a fair point," he slightly chuckled. "Since we're on the same page, maybe we could divide our tasks? Or do the same thing together?"

You tapped your chin in thinking. You knew that slowly, you could take over all his tasks. So for now, you agreed.

"But if you aren't at home during any of the jobs, I'll handle it, alright?"

"Yes, my lady." He had made a fake bow, and you giggled.

When you had gotten married, you weren't happy about the idea of serving your husband. But if this is the man you've gotten, this man who'll care for you and your joy so much, then it's more than fair that you should do his work happily. Because all the men you knew, they took it for granted. This man had earned it.

The next morning, he woke up not to the sound of his alarm, but to your gentle hand.

"Kento. Wake up."

Opening one eye, he saw your face, hair tousled and bed clothes changed, as you peered into his face.

"Did you take the task of my alarm clock too?"

You had only laughed, and he smiled in the darkness as he followed you to the kitchen, the two of you working together while talking about...well, not any particular topic.

And since then, it had become routine for you. Every job you did was even more fun now that Kento was there to help you out, though you always managed to have him do the lesser part.

Nanami had no clue when this happened. Since when did he let you do his things, when he should be doing yours? Since when did he let you have so much power over him and his heart?

But for some very vague reason, this didn't feel like slavery to him.

When he saw the content smile on your face while working, the way the two of you rhythmically completed the tasks of the day, navigating your journey towards life, he found this as an act of love. Acts of service. He finally understood why you felt so happy doing his work, because that's how he felt doing the same for you.

And when you began pushing him out of his share of tasks, always having some ace up your sleeve, thinking like he wouldn't know you're pulling this trick - 'you just came home, I'll do it' or 'I just learned how to do it, let me practice it on you' - he found himself unable to say no, but able of falling more and more in love with you.

The first person who happily did his work for him.

His favourite part would be the mornings, when you did his tie, and - against his protests - put on his shoes for him, buttoned his shirt for him and pulled his blazer on, pressing a kiss to his face.

And the evenings, when he would come home to you waiting with an eager smile as he would walk inside, ready to make dinner with you, where the two of you would laugh with each other, playfully dusting each other's cheeks with flour or having the other taste-test the other's food.

And the nights, when the two of you cleaned the kitchen and the bedroom, finally sitting down together on the couch to watch TV or read a book, your head on his shoulder, you dozing as he carried you to bed.

His favourite part would be any time with you.

When one morning, you were tying his tie, he gently told you, "I've never seen anyone this happy at tying my tie."

"Firstly, it's your tie," you replied, "and secondly, because it means I get to spoil you bit by bit."

"I should be the one spoiling you."

"You already do. Well, this is my way of showing my love for you."

"I didn't know tying my tie was a way to show your love."

You, with an annoyed expression, drew your hand away, but he caught you in time, pulling you closer.

"Let me finish."

"You're going to complain, aren't you?" you pouted.

"Am I? Quite the contrary. In fact, please continue." he guided your hand back to his tie. "I didn't know I'd like this way of showing love so much."

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callme-naomi · 3 months ago

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pt 2. of the arranged marriage series. Can be considered as a prequel to the earlier posted part.

Nanami's POV here.

Reader's POV.

It was just one casual day when you came home in the evening from your friends' house when your sister ran over to you, all excited.

"Y/N, Mother's calling for you!"

Curious as to what could get your older sister so excited, you went to your mother, who had some news for you.

"We've finally found a match for you!"

You had known this day was meant to come, and in your age, very soon. After all, this was what you had been prepared for all your life - being the diligent wife and bring honor to the family name.

As your mother described ahead, the match they had found was the courtesy of a family friend who had told the young man's family about you. Today, they had asked your parents if they can come over for a meeting, to which your parents said yes.

You had no idea who this man was, but you trusted your parents. If they're happy - which they were - then you should have no problem.

While it was exciting to have the prospect of marriage, and being the bride and hence the center of attention of the entire family, you had a slight nagging feeling in your heart that what if this man didn't turn out to be what you had imagined.

What if he turned out to be like the other men you had heard stories of in your social circle? The cousins and sisters and friends just complaining about how their husbands love to ridicule them or order them around, and how they were sweet at first but now...

But you still had the final say. If you didn't like this man, you could say no.

What you and your family knew about him, seeing your family hadn't known of them and vice versa before this friend's recommendation, was that his name was Kento Nanami and he was just one year older than you were. Coming from a well-off family, he had gained a proper education and was now working for one of the most prominent companies in Tokyo as a manager*.

His parents were looking for a match for their only son, and had no specific demands except for what every traditional housewife must have - good cooking, should housekeep, be diligent and hardworking and all that.

Two days after these news, the Nanami family came to your house, a three member party - the parents and the son himself. Kento was a tall man with a serious expression, quite like his father but unlike his mother, who was extremely jolly and was what you could call a social butterfly.

With formal greetings and polite exchanges, your mother sent your sisters to serve the guests while the families began talking to each other with an air of formal respect. While initially the two of you made no particular talk, you unable to hold his eye contact for more than a minute, after a while the elders left the room for tea in the garden, leaving the two of you in the room.

"I was told," he began, his voice gentle and warm, "that you had a degree in [degree name], and I've found it quite a unique choice. What persuaded you to do it?"

"I've always had an interest for the subject, ever since high school. It also fascinated me."

"I see. Would you like to pursue further studies in it? i don't object if you want to."

"I haven't thought about it much yet, honestly. But thank you." You looked down at your hands folded neatly in your lap.

"Your mother mentioned these flowers were your handiwork," Kento continued and you raised your head to meet his gaze, his hazel eyes looking at you with interest. "They are nice. Is gardening your hobby?"

You had absolutely no idea how matchmaking worked, and you knew it definitely had nothing to do with gardening, but thankful for the conversation, you responded, shyly telling him of your interests, which then morphed into a light and nice conversation.

You liked him. He was handsome, very polite, and your family already liked him from the beginning. While he looked colder, his conversation with you and the way he made you feel comfortable was what convinced you.

When your parents asked you if you would like to proceed, your answer was immediate. Yes.

And while you were terrified you might have been too awkward or straightforward or funny or [insert overthinking], you could breathe again when you were told it was a yes from both sides.

And on the eve of your wedding, while it was a bitter truth that it hadn't been love at first sight for you yet - you just liked him as a person - thanks to the fears eating inside you, you wanted to trust him and believe that he might be your dream come true, and that with him, you'll finally have the happy life you could only dream of in your household.

You told yourself that all you had to do was do what you were taught, be a good housewife, and it will all be good. Don't give him a chance to be mad at you.

You, sometimes, couldn't even think of how you would live a married life, but when he came to take your hand on your big day, a small smile on his face, you thought, maybe you could learn to live with him.

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On your first meeting, you learned that he could do his own work around the house. He had said that with his job, it was a skill set he needed to learn, and even since he was a teenager, it was his nature.

On your second meeting, you learned that he was ambidextrous, and that he used to be the top kid back in school, though he was highly introverted.

On your wedding day, you learned he had relatives in Denmark too.

On your first day as his wife, you learned that he was habitual of waking up early, and going for a jog. You learned that he also likes strong tea.

On your second day, you learned that he is really strong with mathematics, and that he really loves reading. And you discovered that he could be a really nice person, who also happened to know how to do household chores.

You learned the store from where he got his groceries and from where he has his car repaired and serviced at.

You learned the types of outfits he liked - a suit or a dress shirt with slacks - and would always keep a check if he had enough clothes.

You found out that he's a foodie, and while he doesn't usually show it often, he loves all sorts of foods, especially bread.

You learned the different types of bread just so you could go and bring some for him when he comes back after a tiring day at work.

You learned that he loves to read books, and he also has a liking for poetry, so you memorized poems to recite to him on your days free.

You learned that he liked to stay in when it rains.

You learned his favourite color to grow flowers of that color.

You learned his favorite perfume to buy for him - and to spray some on yourself.

Every day, you'd find something new to learn about him.

You learned that he is a strong drinker (and while at first he was embarrassed about it, you didn't mind, rather you began bringing him his favourite brand)

You learned the magazines he liked to read, so you would always save them instead of using them.

You learned that his dream destination was going to Malaysia, and Kuantan specifically.

You learned that he always wanted a cat, but never got one because of his father's dislike of cats.

You learned how his ears would go red whenever you complimented him.

You learned how he would immediately smile when you began talking in his native dialect.

You learned the sound of his footsteps and the moment they came, you would run to him.

You learned the way his arms would feel when they protectively came around you whenever you felt down.

You thought you could learn to live with him. And in all those days, you thought you learned the things you needed to know enough to be a 'good housewife'. But now, that you think about it...

You had learned to love him.

*I just imagined he might be a manager, with his work experience and capabilities, I find it suiting him that he is at least a manager - a high post - and with a good pay. So, there is no canonical reference to this - this is my imagination.

Again, nearly all of this is my imagination. His parents, his education, his job - it's all my opinion.

#jjk x reader #kento nanami #nanami kento #naomi writes #nanami jjk #nanami x reader #jjk au #get me a nanami please #arranged marriage au #i love this man sm #jjk #au

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