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pinkmirth · 7 months

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⸻ 𝒦ℰℰ𝒫ℰℛ!

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ you’ve fallen for your darling bodyguard, and you’re over the moon to discover that he feels the same. but this feels borderline forbidden . . . for just how long can you keep what you have with reiner under wraps?

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ( 5k+ words of . . . ) bodyguard!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), fluff, nsfw, modern au, scion!reader (descending from a rich family/influential bloodline), hyperfeminine ‘girly-girl’ reader, reiner’s german, mutual pining, secret relationship / sneaky link, public display of affection (pda), food play, car sex (unprotected), slight dacryphilia, creampie, use of pet names ( e.g. mama, baby, honey, princess), reader calls reiner ‘ papa, ’ explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇! ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ this post is an answer to an anonymous ask: ‘ what about secret dates (turned sneaky links) with body guard! reiner??? ’ oh. my. goodness! nonnie, you’re a sexy genius and you should know it. tagging the amazing @ramonathinks! she’s the one who even introduced this bodyguard!rei-rei concept to me, and for that i’m so grateful :) ramona my love, thank you again for all the delicious reiner thoughts you always send my way! now enjoy, xoxo ♡︎

reiner’s your bulking shadow, always trailing not far behind.

he’s been hired by your parents to ensure your safety. nothing more, nothing less. he’ll follow your every step and drive you wherever you please; after all, it’s what he’s paid to do.

things started off the way they should— professional. from the very beginning, reiner knew to keep his distance, and that he did. but he soon realized just how hard that would become . . . you’re effortlessly gorgeous, sharp with your words and caring to a fault. his growing affection was only a matter of time.

nowhere on the criteria for the job does it say that he should be developing feelings. observing your habits, committing them to memory and predicting your behavior is the only thing he’s got any business doing. yet, he loves to feel the softness of your palm in his hand when he helps you into the backseat of your car, even if the contact is just for a split second at most. he finds himself peeking glances at you from the rearview mirror, soaking in how pretty you look when you’re unaware of his gaze. in truth, reiner wishes you didn’t have such an effect on him; that would make work-life much easier on his poor soul. well, love isn’t known for being simple, now is it?

it takes about four weeks on the job for him to grow a soft spot for you. reiner’s always been a hopeless romantic, oh-so quick to fall. he’d willingly lay down his life for the sake of your own, and not just because he’s getting a paycheck for it. thanks to the job description, his devoutness isn’t questioned.

before long, reiner can tell you’re becoming attached to him as well. on a fateful night, he even overhears the phone call between you and your friend, something about ‘ mister braun being so sexy that it hurts . . . ’ your bodyguard is nothing if not a man of dignity. he never meant to eavesdrop! it’s just that he's stationed outside your room for night patrol. he’s now especially glad about being up at five in the morning; he wouldn’t have been able to hear this otherwise. your confessions pry a subtle grin from his lips. there he stands, smiling to himself in the dimly lit hallway where nobody can see him blush like a schoolboy.

‘ nuh-uh, i can’t! that man works for my parents . . . he’s completely off-limits. it's a damn shame, isn’t it? ’ you release a sigh, one so exasperated that he can hear it through the other end of the door. call reiner crazy, but it sounds to him like you’re yearning to have him all to yourself. in a sudden moment, you're emerging from the room, donned in a tiny pink nightgown. cute, but thin as fuck. leaves nothing to the imagination, even. it’s the flimsiest thing he's ever seen you wear.

reiner’s cheeks burn so red that is downright embarrassing, thankfully you're unable to see him. he’s quick to lift his head and look towards the ceiling instead— much more suitable than ogling the tits of his very own client. you wouldn’t be able to catch him staring regardless, considering how the entire corridor’s tainted with darkness, but he wouldn’t dare try to steal a peek anyway.

what he can see, though, is your leisurely smile as you tell him you’re headed to the kitchen to grab a cool glass of water.

“would you like to escort me there too, mister braun? or can i go do something by myself for once?”

you’re playing with him, he realizes. just mere teasing meant to be absolutely harmless. your voice sounds much sweeter at this hour; soft and casual, coated lightly with fatigue from a busy day’s schedule.

“as long as we’re indoors, you can go anywhere you like, madam.” says reiner, “i’ll be here if you need me.”

you make your way to the refrigerator, prancing down the mansion’s luxe spiral staircase, and reiner’s rampant heart finally begins to calm. he wonders if you’d meant for him to hear you on that call. (by now, he knows just how cheeky you can be; it was definitely purposeful.) nevertheless, he's got a job to keep. neither your mother or father would respond kindly if they were to find out that he's become attached to you, or vice versa. he can hardly imagine playing the boyfriend when in reality, he’s supposed to be making sure nothing suspicious comes anywhere near a mile-long radius of you . . . it’s laughable! he’s sure your parents have more than enough money to make him disappear in the blink of an eye— that chilling fact alone puts him on his best behavior.

reiner decides to conceal it; the way he feels for you. keeps his back straight and arms folded to portray the unapproachable persona that got him hired in the first place. you eventually decide to question him over why he so-often wears that solid expression, ‘ like he doesn’t know how to smile, ’ is how you put it. it’s the very first time that you ever hear him laugh, and you turn out to like the sound. rumbly and full of bass. he couldn’t bring himself to admit that in every waking moment, it takes everything to suppress his smile whenever he sees you.

eight months of being in his company brings you to notice that reiner’s a decent listener. he makes for a great conversation, too. sure, he’s just your bodyguard, but he’s got a good ear and a smooth voice. your talks with him are always so lovely; he gives you the comfort to open up about things you’d never be able to tell your parents. pride washes over him when you admit that he’s the only one you genuinely trust. and in these moments, reiner allows himself to get vulnerable too. he tells you of his love for football as a youth, how he takes combat classes five times a week, and that he’s got tons of sisters, brothers and cousins back home in the countryside. the pair of you are so different that the contrast could almost be considered terrible. though, the longer you stay in each other’s presence, the less you can bring yourselves to care.

you and your bodyguard have grown . . . close, to say the least. the way you’re always latching onto his brawny form seems much more than friendly, especially to your parents. ‘ i feel secure with him! ’ is your claim. they’d beg to differ, but your wellbeing is enough to keep them satisfied. reiner excels at his job, and more importantly, the big blonde lug makes you happy. nobody they’ve hired in the past was ever able to get in your good graces; you utterly hated all your former bodyguards. they were much too controlling, lingered too close.

but mister braun was able to differentiate himself. he listens to your dreams and fears alike, treats you like a capable woman instead of some spoiled brat. it also doesn’t hurt that he’s incredibly easy on the eyes . . .

reiner can no longer take it. the woman of his dreams is right in front of him, and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it. the smoothest advance he can make is standing at your right side and slinking an arm around your waist, with claims of it being for your ‘protection.’ but the both of you know it’s only the proximity he’s chasing after. the way he looms beside you was always more self-indulgent than it was for safety. he just liked the closeness of it all.

he feels so much for you, and he’s virtually dying to tell you. but there’s countless reasons why he shouldn’t— particularly the risk of losing his job. every now and again, reiner chooses to be a little bit stupid, all consequences be damned. he works up the nerve to release his confession with slow and careful words. you quickly reciprocate, arms thrown around the back of his neck and tugging him into a cozy hug. he takes you by the waist and pulls you closer in— god, he’s been wanting to do this for so long. reiner hums when your manicured fingers ghost his nape, nails grazing the ends of his hair, with your tits pressed to his own chest. the pair of you fit better than he ever could’ve imagined.

you don’t know whether to call yours and reiner’s relationship ‘ official ’ — can it really be deemed as such when you’re the only ones who know? you dare not mention this to your parents, ‘cause he’s got a job to keep and you couldn’t possibly bear him not being around.

so, you’ve both decided that it’ll be a secret. shared only between you and him, so nobody’s able to intervene. dating your bodyguard is fun— brief kisses being shared when you’re the only ones in the room. the way he snugly hooks his arm around your body when escorting you feels tighter, a little more intimate. in a way, keeping things under wraps feels exhilarating.

your particular relation with mister braun isn’t verified to the outside world, but people are catching on. whenever you go out, reiner’s sure to follow. paparazzi-taken photos of you are occasionally uploaded to the internet, and it’s always a given that he’ll be included. after several months of being seen together time after time, it’s typical of people to assume that this so-called ‘ bodyguard ’ of yours is more of a boyfriend. they aren’t too far off, but you clearly won’t go out of your way to confirm their suspicions. you’re always captured in a picture of you clinging onto his burly arm with a glossy smile. your sweet expressions contrast nicely with his forever-furrowed brows. he’s handsome in this intimidating way, the tabloids say.

it’s a slow-moving thursday when reiner decides to take you on your first date with him. he waits a good hour and forty-five minutes for you to get ready. he’s used to this, of course. by now, he’s got nearly a year’s experience of waiting on you hand and foot. but tonight, his nerves get the best of him. you finish up when he least expects you to— for fuck’s sake, you even catch him pacing in the goddamn kitchen. the sight of you melts his concerns, just a little. you’re done up glamorously from head to toe, and reiner can’t contain his smile, nor hold back his stare. your light lashes are curled and wispy, with blush scattered along your cheekbones. your plush lips are pink with tint, and you’ve got on this figure-hugging outfit that he’d love to tear off of you.

you scan your surroundings, peering at every angle of your spacious home in search of your parents. after ensuring the coast is clear, you engulf him in your arms, wishing you could kiss him but you’re all dolled up and your lips are lined and glossed. reiner nuzzles his nose into the crook in your neck, inhaling faint traces of your most beloved vanilla parfum.

“god, you look so fuckin’ beautiful,” his whisper is soft against your warm flesh. you rub your hands along his broad shoulders, then slide them down his firm biceps. “and you look sexy in black,” you perk up at him, eyes round and gleaming. he loves you, he’s come to realize. and the last thing he wants is to screw this up . . .

he’s thinking too damn much. you can easily tell. it’s obvious in the way his thin blonde brows wire downwards like something’s wrong.

“reiner . . . stop it.” you order, voice serious. you only ever speak that way when you want his utmost attention. to that, he fixes his posture and stands tall as if he’s on patrol.

“stop what?” is his vague response, hands loosely positioned at either one of your hips. you lift your palms to cup his face, feeling the definition of his high cheekbones and firm jawline beneath your fingertips. he’s gorgeous, you think.

“for one, you’re clenching your teeth,” you mention, caressing his rigid jaw line until the tightness lessens. his stubble’s rough and scratchy, but it fits him so damn well. “and you’re frowing, baby.” next, your thumbs trail up to his brows, gently kneading at the creased arch. “relax.”

“m’sorry,” reiner lets out, tone low and pleading. his hands rub at your sides in an anxious pattern. “it’s jus’ that you’re so important to me . . . i wanna do this right, y’know?”

“i bet you will, rei. no need to worry, hm?” you shoot him a soft smile, and he returns it; one of the rare times you catch a glimpse of his nice and shiny teeth. “now show me a good time, papa.”

right before taking your leave , your parents have questions for you— almost too many. you don’t have any business meetings or mall trips on your schedule, so where on earth is he taking you to? rei-rei claims that he’s bringing you to a new restaurant that you’ve been meaning to try. he’ll drive you there and stay on patrol; or so he says. they decide not to question the unusually neat way his blonde hair is slicked back, or how his black dress-shirt and slacks look sharper than usual. hell, he smells amazing too. it can’t be denied that mister braun cleans up nicely.

see, reiner told a partial truth to your family. you’re on your way to a new german restaurant that’s about twelve minutes out, it’s just that you wanted to try it out with him in particular. on the drive there, you just can’t seem to restrain yourself from gazing at the man. reiner looks so put together like this, in a strapping black outfit that‘s snug against his arms, chest and thighs. his side profile’s flawless— he’s got a perfectly defined nose that slopes down to his lips, and you yearn to lick on his protruding adam’s apple. he’s got one hand on the wheel, merging into lanes and making u-turns, while the other that’s unoccupied intertwines with your softer, smaller one.

upon reaching a red light, he takes the opportunity to lift your hand up to his face, trailing his lips along the back of it. “lieblich . . .” he murmurs something in his native tongue that you can’t seem to understand, though you know its meaning is a sweet one. your grin makes him forget all about the risk he’s taking.

upon reaching your destination, reiner’s back in bodyguard-mode. that’s how he gets whenever you’re in public. yes, you’re on a date, but your safety will forever be his number one priority. he escorts you in with a large hand fit snugly into the small dip of your back as he confirms the reservation. his touch never leaves you, not even for a second. he does that thing; where he takes a brief one-over of the area, scrutinizing his environment before making the next move. you go one, two, three stories up, to the VIP floor where your dinner seats reside.

it’s a lot, he knows— the velvet floors, fancy cream-white seats and glass-like walls that showcase an aweing view of the city. you’re more than used to the finer things in life, so the only thing he wants to give you is what you deserve.

you’re raving on about how nice everything looks, leaning back into your seat as you sip on a flute of sheer-pink rosé. he’s relieved to know that he was able to make you smile tonight. a waiter presents themselves, and reiner effortlessly engages with them in german conversation. his words are smooth and fluid as he translates all the entrée and sides you asked for. even when placing a simple order, he’s still the sexiest man on earth. would now be a bad time to kiss the hell out of him?

the next three hours go by quick. you’re chatting and laughing and trying bits of each other’s platters ( though, it's mostly you eating a over half of the food from his plate . . . ) you got yourself salted-caramel ice cream for dessert, and reiner’s mischievous enough to lean close and lick the dripping residue off the corner of your lips. you gasp at him and deliver a playful kick to his foot from under the table.

“what? you had somethin’ there.” is the given excuse for his rascal behavior. naughtiness twinkles in his golden-brown eyes. there aren’t many people up here on the expensive floor, apart from two other occupied tables located on the other end of the room, and a handful of waiters that leave the kitchen every now and again. he’s lucky there isn’t anyone to catch you both.

“you’re crazy,” your laugh is infectious, “don’t make me return the favor.”

in a quick motion, reiner swipes a finger into the ice cream, his touch meeting a subtle cold. before the caramel gets the chance to melt all the way down the length of his digit, he smears some across his bottom lip. his tongue juts out to lick up the rest of the treat from his index finger.

“oh, please do.”

being away from probing eyes has made reiner bold as ever. you take him up on his request, tilting forward so that your tongue can eagerly swipe over his lips and wipe them clean. mostly sweet, just the tiniest bit salty. you want more of him already.

there’s isn’t a soul watching, so reiner escalates it. in an instant he’s got your lips merging, his hand squeezing your thigh from under the table, hot puffs of air escaping you both. “oh my god— you’re g’na get me in trouble, rei!”

“so be it,” reiner mumbles in reply, his words ticklish against your lips. from underneath his fingertips, reiner senses how tightly you press your thighs together, hungry for friction. he’s even beginning to feel worked up himself. but, the pair of you haven’t gone that far yet. the most you’ve done are hour-long makeout sessions on your king-sized bed in the earliest points of the day, when you have enough privacy to get away with it. but you wouldn’t mind feeling him in a new way tonight . . .

“you wanna get out of here, don’t you, mama?” reiner coos, cheeks rosier with his eyes slightly lidded. “mhm,” you’re quick to agree. so he puts the payment for the meal on his tab, takes your hand in his and leads you back down to floor one until you’re out of the building and back inside your window-tinted g-wagon.

mister braun is big. you’ve always known it from his appearance alone, but fuck, it holds a much greater meaning when he’s got you tucked into the backseat of your mercedes with his slacks pulled down to his ankles and your dress strewn sideways, making a slow attempt to press himself into you.

“fuck. let me in, princess,” reiner’s grunt is low, throaty enough to make you clench. your flesh feels hot and your pussy’s leaking all over the coffee-brown suede seats. he knows well enough to play around with your clit, reveling in the noises you make when his pressure increases. simultaneously, his lips suction at the smooth flesh of your neck. it feels like you’re burning up, and he’s the only one who can quench your fire.

experimentally, his hips tilt forward, and another two inches make its way in. he’s only got his fat tip and then some past that dripping hole of yours, but it’ll take much more to stretch you wide open for him. he’s groaning and muttering all sorts of profanities— about how tight you are, how good you feel, how fucking nasty this is of you.

“c’mon, woman,” reiner sucks a sharp breath into his lungs, goading you on, “lemme fuck this tight pussy.” he’s got you dangerously aroused, done by the effort of a few dirty words. wetness dribbles down from your slit to the place you and reiner carnally join, slicking up his girthy shaft as he continues to break himself past your tight rings of muscle. you claw at his solid arms, basking in the stretch. his size is imposing, forcing you open to accommodate all of him. it burns in the best way possible.

“m—more, papa,” you make out a pretty whine, knowing just how he loves your begging. you’ve got your lips agape, kissed raw from reiner’s earlier advances. you grow restless and begin to rock your hips, aching to take the entirety of him.

“mm, don’t worry, baby. i’ll give it to you so good,” it takes a little more of reiner bucking his pelvis, movements careful and shallow, for him to finally make it in. he’s bottomed out, and you can feel the throbbing from his underside. having you wrapped around him feels so incredibly right. you clench rapidly, enveloping him in an incomparable warmth.

by the time he’s made everything fit, you’re a darling little mess. your hair’s gotten frizzy and your eyes are all big ‘n glassy, with your lower lip tucked underneath your teeth. one moan after another escapes you, streaming into his ears like liquid gold. reiner throbs at the sound of every little mewl. he licks away your tears which you hadn’t even known began to fall, catching them before they can roll down the apples of your cheeks. you love the feeling, it’s just that there’s so much of him to handle at once— his fat cock, searing-hot tongue, large roaming hands . . . he's this close to consuming you whole, and you want him to.

reiner’s attentive with the way he fucks you. out, in, the pattern goes, hips drawing back before he slams back into your shaking frame all over again. he hits so unbelievably deep every time, like the width of him can’t help but prod against every spot you have. he manages to stimulate every inch of your walls, bumping every crook and ridge possible. not a part of you goes unattended to. reiner dips his head low to catch your beaded nipple between his lips, while his cock drives further inside and impels you to make more room, just for him.

as gentle as he may try to be, reiner’s undeniably a hefty man. taking it slow won’t make any difference; every deep plunge he makes into your cunt has the car creaking on its very own wheels.

“i fuckin’ love you,” he drops the heated words, punctuated with drilling thrusts; but the dick’s got you goin’ all dumb on him. it’s cute, he can’t deny, but reiner needs you to know exactly what you mean to him. so he grips at your chin from either side and lightly squeezes your cheeks together, tender with care but steady enough to make your eyes uncross and focus on him alone.

“you hear me? i— goddamnit, love you more than anything. love you so much,” the deeper he pushes in, the less you can manage to breathe. you feel the pulsing of his cock in your tummy, and it’s like the tip snags so deep that it nearly lingers in your throat. you feel yourself bounce against the seat, tits jiggling whenever he sinks inside, draws out, and snaps right back into you. your gut feels tightly wound up, and your pussy’s become impossibly more sensitive.

you’re close, he can feel it. your walls flutter with more ardor than before, squishing against the base of him with a tightness gratifying enough to spur moans from deep within his chest. you even bring your hands down to claw at his asscheeks, firm and round to the touch; the perfect source of leverage.

“r— reiner!” you cry out to him, and he’s sure his name hasn’t sounded so good up until now. he wonders if you can actually hear yourself and just how slutty you sound. “you’re close, aren’t you, baby?” to that you nod, head bobbing desperately. you don’t have to tell him, he knows. reiner’s knowledge is keen on the topic of you. what you like, what you don’t, and when you’ve had enough. now he’s truly taking his sweet time getting to know you from the inside out.

he presses a consoling peck to your forehead, maintaining that undoing pace of his. the repetitive ‘plat’ of his heavy balls smacking into your sticky cunt is dull compared to the huffing, panting and whining, but it’s there in all its vulgarity.

“ooh, i know exactly what y’need, princess. papa’s g’na take care of you . . . ” reiner doesn’t even say it above a whisper, just declares his devotion in the softest way he can. he slips a hand down the middle of your sweat-streaked bodies to bring some attention back to your precious clit, lewdly slick and much puffier than earlier. he gives swift strokes using the pads of his fingers, combined with the fluid roll of his hips, until you're arching into his broad chest and snapping your quivering thighs closed, trapping his wrist in between them.

reiner can unravel you with such ease, like he lives for the sole purpose of your pleasure and nothing else. you convulse against him, so he slows. but reiner hardly lets up. not completely, that way he’s able to ride you through it. he continues on, feeding you shallow thrusts to near his own high. his movements turn borderline erratic; thighs trembling, cock throbbing. he’s so close, “gonna cum,” his warning comes off as a groan, straight from the depths of his gut, erotic and primal. he’s clenching his teeth again— this time, for good reason. “where do y’want me?”

not a second is wasted before you plead, ‘ inside! ’ and with that, you’ve officially fucking broken him. never did he think his wildest dream would’ve come true by the very first date. lucky mister braun, getting to fill you up— especially when it’s what he’s been stroking himself to the thought of every other night. now, you’re practically crying for him to give it all to you. undoubtedly, he will.

he comes through one final, sloppy jerk of his hips. with a breathy grunt released into the car’s stuffy atmosphere , his warm seed spurts into you, tainting your womb. once reiner slips out, his thick cum pours down to present the most obscene view. it’s all so slippery, seeping down until there’s a wet puddle of your and his making beneath your ass. reiner’s body goes lax, thoughtfully balancing himself over you with his face propped onto your boobs. it’s only now that he realizes, legs cramped up, that he’s a bit too large for the backseat.

“ . . . i meant what i said earlier.” reiner’s voice comes off muffled, with his face stuffed between your tits and all. he looks adorable this way, gazing up at you with his lips curled into a slight pout. his arms loop your waist, snug and secure.

“mm, you said a lot of things earlier,” is your soft laugh, recalling his crude mouth and how worked up it made you. he allows you to rake your nails through his short blonde fringes.

“applying for this gig is the best thing that’s ever fuckin’ happened to me,” reiner makes an attempt to sit upright and show his conviction, but he ends up with his back hunched over in the restrictive space. he disregards his comfort and reaches for your hands, clasping them in his own. “i said that i love you . . . and i mean it.” his words are airy. he’s still winded from the sex.

“and i love you,” you mean it, too. with all your being. you love him in a way you've never loved anybody else. mister braun keeps you safe, sprinkles you with compliments, slips on your heels for you, puts you first. he makes you feel like this pairing has a chance, like you don’t have to hide it. besides, he deserves your all. you should be proud to call him yours, and that you are.

reiner always wants your kisses. in the morning when you wake, right before dinner, and as you’ve recently discovered, after sex too. you’re always eager to receive his lips pressed to yours. “i love you,” reiner adds in between pecks. he now says it like it’s second nature— he loves you. it makes your heart leap from beneath your chest. he kneads your bare thighs in his palms, slowly gliding his tongue into your mouth. without shame, you moan against his lips. slivers of spit tether you both even after you part.

“i want everyone to know that we belong to each other, reiner . . . my family, too.” you admit, peering up at his handsome face through your curled lashes. you’ve got your hands planted at his chest, feeling at the solidity of his pecs.

“tonight?” he asks, tone unsure.

“yes, tonight, rei!”

he adores your sudden zeal for honesty. he truly does, but—

“maybe another day would work better, princess,” reiner muses, “when your parents wouldn’t kill me for all those hickeys on your neck.”

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yourbleedingh3art · 2 years

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may 20 2019 playlist so me emo 3 years ago oh my god

#CLUTCHES MY THROAT #IM DYING.#blog post #uploads #why have i actually been the same emo soul for ever #Me remmbering that lana del rey concert in 5th grade #why did emo shit appeal to me literally so early like damn i was really feeling so misunderstood from such a young age and hyper obsessed w #the concept of true love bc i thougt tht meant finally being understood in fact #i still think that #hmm #im on this earth for a reason

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houpss · 1 month

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SKZ have a crush on you

you can come up with the ending yourself...whether the reader will be with the member or not is up to you!

light angst, a little fluff, uncertain relationship

Bang Chan

oh...this man talks about his feelings openly and without fear.

He literally phrases: "I'll steal and fuck your girlfriend while you're not looking."

He has a huge amount of female and male attention, but...

But it doesn't work out that way with you...

You were out of his reach.

You were too beautiful, too sweet, too good...he wasn't like that.

Chris is the one who will call you his muse and write romantic songs for you, some of which have been published.

His love is manifested in acts of care, he is always there, he is more tactile with you than with others.

He will give you whatever you want, just ask.

Chan has 8 members so he is like a dad...he protects and cares for them

And he also wants to take care of you.

He wants to love you openly.

But you didn’t notice his feelings.

Although...you loved Chris. Literally loved to the moon and back.

For some reason, it seemed to you that Chris only saw you as a friend or family member, just like his Members.

Yeah...close friends....

He will say exactly the same phrase to you:

"You came..."–"You called"

It seems you are both fools.

Maybe he's too soft with you? Maybe he needs to leave?

He won't be able to give up on you.

I will kill myself, I will destroy my soul, but I will be with you.

But i'll wait for you

I love you to the moon and back

기다려 여기 me and max

서운해해도 don't be mad

너한텐 할 수 없는 game (Bloo-But i'll wait for you)

Lee Know

How could Minho let this happen?

Lee Minho was head over heels in love with you.

No one has seen his loving eyes, no one has ever felt his gentle touch.

How did he allow himself to fall in love with you?

This is a completely crazy idea, he didn’t love to love.

But you turn his world upside down, he is literally lost in you.

You clearly feel like Minho hates you.

Minho is like cold winter, he is like snowy weather, he looks like frosty weather.

And you were in summer, you're complete opposites.

But even after the coldest winter, love comes.

He calls you the most beautiful adjectives, it’s like he’s trying to silently scream about his feelings.

He speaks directly and harshly, he loves the truth straight forward.

"And you will be obsessed with me, I will be everywhere: I will be in your favorite songs, I will be between the lines of books, I will be in every passerby... I am your addiction"

Lee Minho couldn't fall in love, but he wanted to love.

All the pretty stars shine for you, my love

Am I the girl that you dream of? (Lana Del Rey–Pretty when you cry)

Seo Changbin

He loved and hated you at the same time.

Oh.. Seo Changbin can hate?

Yes, he did it with you. He loved you so much that he hated you for it.

You were everywhere, you were ingrained in his existence and mind.

He was very sweet and friendly and loved people.

It didn’t work out that way with you, it was as if he deliberately didn’t want to have much contact with you.

He loved you silently, probably without asking for anything in return.

Before he even notices, he begins to pay attention to you... be it small acts of attention or dialogues with you.

"You can take Changbin out of first love, but not first love out of Changbin."

Again, it was like you were different, you weren’t like anyone else. He noticed you immediately when he met you.

He seems upset that you will never be his.

Oh...the boy is gloomy. The boy looks like a thunderstorm.

Conquer your lonely heart, get used to the emptiness.

When you ran your fingers over your lips

I bought it from glossy magazines

Everything you asked for and even what you didn’t ask for

How can you be so terribly beautiful? (Rocky-WITCH)

Hwang Hyunjin

Oh yes, you and Hyunjin have been friends since childhood.

It even got to the point that you are idols in the same agency. No wonder Hyunjin adores you, he's obsessed.

Fans loved your interactions, they were sure there was something between you and Hyunjin.

Hyunjin wants to get into your soul, he wants to take your heart into his cold hands.

You were the forbidden fruit, and forbidden fruit is always sweet.

It’s as if you’re chasing him, you’re everywhere, he feels you everywhere.

But you're just his friend, his sweet best friend.

It was normal for you to peck Hyunjin on the lips, naturally in private or during greetings (while no one was looking). Hyunjin feels addicted.

You are worse than drugs, you cause an addictive effect. You are his absolute delight.

The boy will paint your portraits, he will exalt you like a goddess.

So why do you only see him as a friend?

Hwang Hyunjin doesn't deserve to be your friend, he wants to be your boyfriend.

The boy loves to hurt himself, he loves hardcore. He loves pain and whines a lot.

He just replaces you with pain, it helps.

Touch me, yeah

I want you to touch me there

Make me feel like I am breathing

Feel like I am human (The neighbourhood–A little death)

Han Jisung

You never paid attention to Jisung.

But Jisung was so loud and cheerful that he started to annoy you.

Jisung did this on purpose, he liked you.

The boy will notice you immediately, you immediately fell into his soul. So cold and inaccessible.

He wants to melt the ice on your heart, he wants to become your sun.

Every day he fell more in love with you, the cold intensifying his desire.

“Your love is addictive” – your words

He is very kind and cheerful with you, he is so easy to talk to.

He won't give up to get you. Even when you send him the rudest obscenities

I'm your boy.

He will sing to you, and you will ask him to shut up. You secretly love it, his voice is so beautiful.

But you should hate Han Jisung because it's the right thing to do.

You would get closer to him, but...

No.

"Is it fashionable to jerk off to him?"

"hit of the season"

Lee Felix

It was impossible not to fall in love with Felix.

everyone loves Felix!

And he loves you.

This sunny boy literally drowned in his love for you, it completely absorbed him and did not allow other feelings to pass through.

But you don't seem to notice him.

Felix dreamed about you, you are in his thoughts. The first thought in the morning, a relieving thought when he is busy and the last thought before going to bed.

He's trying to get as close to you as possible

He will become your best friend.

Felix is too good, he is an angel in a human body.

The world is not worthy of Felix, so why did he love you?

Every day, like a painful melody, this unrequited love sounded in his heart. He experienced all emotions - from boundless happiness to deep sadness - alone

He couldn't imagine life without you

If you leave, there will be no point in living.

He writes you poems, he gives you the most expensive gifts, he just wants you to love him. Love him at least a little.

Perhaps his efforts will remain irretrievably lost in time. But one thing is certain: he will continue to love you, deeply and truly, even if he never hears your answer.

Come on scratch my back

So as to reach the heart

Both you and I want this (ЩЕНКИ–dirt)

Kim Seungmin

It's like he's afraid to get close to you.

On the contrary, he moves away. Every day it gets stronger, he loves you so much and doesn’t want to see you so much.

Seungmin took this step not because of a lack of love; in fact, on the contrary, he was struck by this love.

In every breath you took, every word you said, he found the perfect embodiment of his dreams. You were his sun, his muse, his everything.

But he knew he couldn't be with you. He saw how disappointed you were in your past love, how your trust and heart were damaged. He couldn't afford to repeat the same mistake. He couldn't risk their relationship knowing that the end could only be pain and disappointment.

It hurts so much to give up on someone you love.

He deserved happiness, he deserved love, but he couldn't have it with you.

He didn't want to ruin your life or be the source of your pain.

He will go away and it will be easier for everyone.

He will disappear from your life as suddenly as he appeared.

He will never forget you, he will never stop loving you. But he knows that sometimes the best decision is to let go of the one you love. This is exactly what he did because to him, your happiness was much more important than his own.

He looks at the dawn and remembers you.

Your nose is covered in cocaine, you can barely stand

I am the secret that you cannot hide

I think about you too much (Pharaoh-unplugged 2)

Yang Jeongin

You are his first love.

He sees a future with you, he sees stars in you.

It was the first time he felt such strong feelings for someone.

Oh, he is just learning about love, but it can hurt or beat sometimes. Love can completely break the psyche.

But he doesn't care as long as you exist.

Jeongin will turn to the Hyuns for advice. how to get your attention and make you fall in love.

He will be so romantic...he will be so gentle with you.

He is afraid to do something wrong so as not to scare you away

He will be a gentleman and will wait for the moment until you fall in love, he will do everything for this!

He will wait for you all his life if necessary, but I am sure that you will fall in love faster.

“He replaced my home, love and friends. He is my everything.”

Jeongin is like warm weather, everyone is waiting for him and wants him.

Feeling so lonely, 'cause it's not enough

Missin' you only ever since we fell in love (Ciggarets after sex–Touch)

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ᡣ𐭩 YOU'RE NO GOOD FOR ME, BUT BABY I WANT YOU — YANDERE! NAKAHARA CHUUYA .ᐟ

ᡣ𐭩 CW(s): f! reader, possessive behavior, implied stalking, manipulation, suggestive theme (middle part), not proofread

ᡣ𐭩 SYNOPSIS: in which you have no idea just how far a lovesick man like him would go for someone like you

ᡣ𐭩 NOW PLAYING: diet mountain dew by lana del rey

A.N.: this is my first time writing with um, a yandere concept, especially for chuuya. so i hope it's ok ( ՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞ )

from across the bustling cafe, chuuya's gaze fixates on you, his heart quickening with every laugh that escapes your lips. the way you carry yourself, with an effortless grace that seems to defy gravity, it's mesmerizing.

he can't help but feel drawn to you, as if you possess some magnetic pull that tugs at his very soul.

as he watches you, a pang of guilt gnaws at chuuya's conscience. what started as innocent admiration now feels tainted, as if he's crossed some unseen boundary.

the realization dawns on him like a sudden storm, crashing down with the force of a revelation: he's been... stalking you.

he tries to shake off the feeling, to convince himself that he's simply infatuated with your beauty, but deep down, he knows the truth. his feelings for you have crossed the line into obsession, a love that knows no bounds.

as he sits there, pretending to be just another face in the crowded cafe, chuuya can't help but wonder what he's capable of in the name of love. the line between admiration and obsession blurs, and he finds himself teetering on the edge.

chuuya lets out a sigh, a mixture of longing and guilt swirling in his chest. he knows he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be indulging in his obsession, but he can't help himself. with a shaky hand, he pulls out his phone, fingers trembling as he unlocks the screen.

a soft chuckle escapes his lips as he scrolls through the gallery, each image a testament to his infatuation. there you are, captured in various moments of joy and serenity, each picture a precious memento of his secret admiration. he traces his thumb over the screen, memorizing every curve of your smile, every glimmer in your eyes.

but even as he admires the images, a pang of guilt washes over him like a tidal wave. what right does he have to invade your privacy like this, to capture moments that were never meant for his eyes?

he knows he's crossing a line, but in this twisted game of love, there's no turning back.

he knows that he can't escape the truth: he's fallen too far, too deep, into the abyss of his own obsession.

after you finish your iced coffee, chuuya's gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, committing every detail of your departure to memory. he watches as you rise from your seat, the movements of your body graceful and fluid, like a dancer on stage.

with practiced precision, chuuya slips out of his seat, blending seamlessly into the crowd as he follows you from a safe distance. his steps are silent, his presence nothing more than a whisper in the bustling cafe.

as you make your way down the street, chuuya matches your pace, his heart pounding in his chest with each beat. he knows where you're headed, knows the path you'll take like the back of his hand. after all, he's studied you for so long, memorized every detail of your routine.

but as he follows you, a sense of unease washes over him, a nagging voice in the back of his mind warning him of the dangers that lie ahead. he knows he should turn back, should leave you be and forget about his foolish obsession.

his knowledge of your exact routines and favorites guides his every move. he knows which streets you prefer to walk down, which cafes you frequent, and even your favorite spots to linger in the afternoon sun.

with each step, chuuya's mind replays the countless hours he's spent observing you, studying your habits like a scientist with their most precious specimen. he knows the way you take your coffee, the exact temperature you prefer, and the subtle nuances of your smile when you're lost in thought.

it's both exhilarating and terrifying, this intimate knowledge he holds of you. exhilarating because it makes him feel closer to you than anyone else, as if he's unlocked the secrets to your heart, and terrifying because it's a reminder of just how deeply his obsession runs, how far he's willing to go to make you his own.

memories of the lives he's taken, not just for the port mafia, but for you, flood his thoughts. he recalls the faces of those who dared to look at you the wrong way, the ones who tried to get too close, and the ones who posed even the slightest threat to your safety.

each life taken weighs heavily on his conscience, a burden he carries with him every moment of every day. but for chuuya, it's all been worth it, if only to ensure your safety, to keep you by his side, where he believes you belong.

but despite the turmoil raging within him, chuuya remains steadfast in his pursuit. he tells himself that it's all for love, that his actions are justified in the name of his undying devotion to you.

with your routines and preferences meticulously mapped out in his mind, chuuya takes a calculated step forward in his plan. his fingers trace over the smooth surface of your wallet, a small but crucial piece in his elaborate scheme. he holds it delicately, as if it were a precious treasure, knowing that it holds the key to unlocking a world of possibilities.

in his mind, he's already orchestrated every detail, every move carefully choreographed to bring his vision to life. he knows just how to use your wallet to his advantage, to create the perfect opportunity to insert himself into your life in ways you could never have imagined.

as he stands there, clutching your wallet in his hand, chuuya can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration coursing through his veins. this is his moment, his chance to finally make his mark on your world, to become an indispensable part of your life.

with a sly smile playing on his lips, chuuya sets the stage, laying the groundwork for his grand plan to unfold. and as he looks ahead to the future—you.

and so, with a sense of anticipation building within him, chuuya carefully approaches you, your wallet held securely in his hand. he waits for the perfect moment, when you're distracted by the hustle and bustle of the street, before making his move.

with a practiced ease, chuuya feigns surprise, his voice carrying a sense of urgency as he calls out to you. "excuse me, miss! you dropped your wallet!" he exclaims, his tone laced with concern as he holds out the wallet for you to see.

you turn to face him, a look of confusion flashing across your features before recognition dawns in your eyes, "oh, thank you so much!" you reply, relief evident in your voice as you reach out to take the wallet from his outstretched hand.

but before you can grasp it, huuya's eyes flicker down to the ID nestled inside, a triumphant smile playing on his lips as he takes note of your name. "i just happened to see your ID inside," he says smoothly, his tone casual as he returns the wallet to you.

as you take the wallet from him, chuuya can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over him. his plan is in motion, and soon, you'll be drawn into his world in ways you never thought possible.

a genuine smile brightens your face as you accept the wallet from chuuya's hand, gratitude evident in your every word, "thank you so much! i can't believe i almost lost it," you exclaim, your voice filled with relief as you carefully tuck the wallet back into your bag.

you continue to thank chuuya repeatedly, your words tumbling out in a rush as you express just how much the wallet means to you, "i have all my important cards and money in here, so it really means a lot," you explain, your tone sincere as you glance down at the wallet nestled safely in your possession.

chuuya listens to your ramblings with a sense of satisfaction, his heart swelling with pride at the thought of being able to help you in your time of need. he nods along, offering a reassuring smile as he basks in the warmth of your gratitude.

but beneath the facade of kindness lies a darker truth, a truth that chuuya dare not speak aloud. for in the depths of his obsession, there lies a hunger, a craving to possess you entirely. and as he watches you walk away, a sense of determination fills him, driving him ever closer to his ultimate goal.

with a silent vow, chuuya sets his sights on the future, his mind already spinning with plans to ensure that you'll never slip through his fingers again. and as he disappears into the crowd, a twisted smile plays on his lips, a silent promise of things to come.

in the days that follow, chuuya orchestrates his encounters with you with meticulous precision, each bump, each touch carefully calculated to bring him closer to you. he knows your favorite spots, your daily routines, and he uses this knowledge to his advantage.

with a seemingly innocent smile, chuuya "accidentally" brushes past you on the bustling streets, his heart racing with anticipation as he feels the warmth of your presence. he apologizes profusely, his tone genuine but his intentions hidden beneath layers of charm.

to any onlookers, it appears as though these encounters are nothing more than chance, mere coincidences in the chaos of everyday life. but to chuuya, each moment shared with you is a precious opportunity, a chance to inch closer to the object of his obsession.

as he continues to bump into you, chuuya finds himself drawn deeper into your world, his desire to be a part of your life growing with each passing day. he savors the fleeting moments of connection, each touch, each glance igniting a fire within him that refuses to be extinguished.

but behind the facade of innocence lies a darker truth, a truth that chuuya dare not confront. for in his quest to make you his own, he's willing to blur the lines between coincidence and manipulation, all in the name of love.

and as he walks away from each encounter, a sense of determination fills him, driving him ever closer to his ultimate goal. for chuuya knows that one day, he will no longer be a stranger in your life, but a permanent fixture, a part of your world in ways you could never have imagined.

as chuuya continues to orchestrate his encounters with you, he finds himself drawn deeper into the web of his own making. each "accidental" bump, each fleeting touch only serves to fuel his desire to be a part of your life.

one day, as he brushes past you on the crowded street, he can't help but let out a soft chuckle. "oops, my apologies," he says with a charming smile, his heart pounding with excitement at the closeness of your presence.

you offer a polite smile in return, but chuuya can see the curiosity in your eyes. "seems like we keep running into each other," you remark, a hint of amusement in your voice.

chuuya nods, playing along with the charade. "yes, it's quite the coincidence, isn't it?" he replies, his tone casual but his mind racing with thoughts of you.

you nod in agreement as well, a small smile playing on your lips as you acknowledge the repeated encounters. "yes, it does seem like fate keeps bringing us together," you say, your voice tinged with a hint of curiosity.

chuuya's heart skips a beat at your words, his excitement bubbling beneath the surface as he struggles to contain his emotions. "perhaps it does," he replies, his voice smooth and reassuring, masking the turmoil brewing within him.

as days turn into weeks, chuuya finds himself unable to shake the desire to be closer to you.with each passing encounter, his longing only grows stronger, his need to unravel the mysteries of your life consuming him.

and so, when you cross paths once again, chuuya seizes the opportunity to take the next step, "say, how about we grab a coffee together?" he suggests, his voice casual but his eyes betraying a hint of eagerness.

you pause, considering his offer for a moment before nodding with a smile, "sure, i'd like that," you reply, your curiosity piqued by the prospect of getting to know him better.

chuuya's heart skips a beat at your acceptance, a surge of excitement coursing through him at the thought of spending more time with you. "great, i know a charming little cafe nearby," he says, his tone warm and inviting as he gestures for you to follow.

as you walk together, chuuya can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the prospect of getting to know you better. with each step, he finds himself growing more captivated by your presence, more determined to make you his own.

you enter the cozy cafe together, and chuuya can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within him.

as you sit across from chuuya in the quaint cafe, sipping your coffee, a sense of unease begins to gnaw at the edges of your mind. it's subtle at first, a nagging feeling that something isn't quite right, but as the conversation progresses, it grows stronger.

you can't help but notice how chuuya seems to know things about you before you even have a chance to tell him. he mentions your favorite coffee order, the book you're currently reading, even the name of your childhood pet.

it's all too familiar, too intimate for someone you've just met.

as the realization dawns on you, a chill runs down your spine. how could chuuya possibly know these things about you unless... unless he's been watching you, studying you in secret?

your heart pounds in your chest as you struggle to maintain your composure, your mind racing with questions and doubts. could it be possible that chuuya has been following you, observing you from afar, all this time?

the thought sends a shiver down your spine, and suddenly, the warm atmosphere of the cafe feels suffocating. tou find yourself growing wary of chuuya, his charming smile now tinged with a hint of menace in your eyes.

“oh, leaving so soon?” chuuya asks in a joking manner, yet you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you crack a smile.

“mhm, i need to go now. let's see each other sometime again.. maybe..” you trail the last part in a soft murmur as you get up and take your bag with you.

as you excuse yourself from the table, promising to meet again soon, you can't help but feel a sense of relief at the prospect of escaping his presence.

however, as days pass, and days turn into weeks, the feeling of being watched weighs heavy on your mind. you notice chuuya lingering nearby whenever you leave your apartment, his presence a constant reminder of the unease that gnaws at you.

at first, you try to brush off your paranoia as mere coincidence. perhaps chuuya lives nearby, you tell yourself, or maybe he just happens to frequent the same places as you. but deep down, you know that something isn't right.

one evening, as you return home from work, you catch a glimpse of chuuya standing across the street from your apartment building. his eyes meet yours for a brief moment before he quickly looks away, but the intensity of his gaze sends a chill down your spine.

you try to shake off the feeling of dread that settles over you, telling yourself that you're being irrational. but as time go by and chuuya's presence becomes increasingly frequent, you can't help but feel like you're being watched, like every move you make is being scrutinized.

your once peaceful walks through the neighborhood now feel like a game of cat and mouse, with chuuya always lurking just out of sight. you find yourself constantly looking over your shoulder, jumping at every sound, every shadow that crosses your path.

chuuya curses himself for allowing his obsession to spiral out of control, for letting his actions make you grow increasingly paranoid. he knows he's been too showy, too careless in his pursuit of you, and now he's paying the price for his recklessness.

as he sits alone in his room, surrounded by the polaroid pictures he's taken of you, chuuya can't help but feel a sense of shame wash over him. each image serves as a painful reminder of his misguided attempts to win your affection, to make you see him as more than just a stranger.

he sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration as he stares at the photographs strewn across his bed. some are neatly arranged on his nightstand, next to a bottle of lotion and a box of tissues, a stark reminder of the fantasies he's indulged in when he's alone.

as chuuya gazes at the polaroid pictures scattered across his bed, a mixture of longing and guilt washes over him. each image is a precious memento of his obsession, a snapshot of the moments he's stolen from you, captured forever in his memory.

he traces his fingers over the glossy surface of the photographs, his heart aching with desire as he recalls the stolen glances, the secret moments he's shared with you. there's one picture in particular that catches his eye, a snapshot of you in a cute sleepwear, your hair tousled and a peaceful expression on your face as you sleep.

chuuya's breath catches in his throat as he stares at the image, his mind flooded with forbidden fantasies of what he wishes he could do to you. he imagines himself by your side, his hands trailing over your soft skin, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along your neck.

as chuuya sits alone in his room, the desire to possess you consumes him like a raging inferno. he can't help but imagine what it would be like to touch you, to caress your skin and hold you close, to shower you with all the love and affection he's been harboring inside.

his hands tremble with the intensity of his longing, his heart pounding in his chest as he pictures himself by your side, lost in a world of ecstasy. he can almost feel the warmth of your body pressed against his, hear the soft sighs of pleasure escaping your lips as he showers you with kisses.

he wanted you so bad, his longing bold,

to have and hold, his heart untold.

in his silent whispers, his desires unfold,

for you, his love, forever enfold.

you go about your daily routine, an unsettling feeling creeps over you, a sense of being watched that sends a chill down your spine. you glance around nervously, but there's nothing out of the ordinary—just the bustling city streets and the familiar faces of passersby.

but the feeling persists, growing stronger with each passing moment, until you can't shake the sensation that someone is following you, lurking in the shadows just out of sight. panic begins to rise within you, and without thinking, you break into a run, desperate to escape whoever—or whatever—is trailing after you.

your heart pounds in your chest as you dart down alleyways and side streets, your footsteps echoing in the empty night. every shadow seems to conceal a threat, every sound sending shivers down your spine as you try to outrun the invisible predator that hunts you.

but no matter how fast you run, you can't shake the feeling that you're being followed, that whoever is stalking you is always one step behind. It's a game of cat and mouse, predator and prey, and you're the unwitting victim caught in the crosshairs.

with each passing moment, the fear threatens to consume you, until you're left gasping for breath, your legs burning with exertion as you finally come to a stop, your back pressed against a cold brick wall. and as you glance around frantically, searching for any sign of your pursuer, a sinking feeling washes over you—you're trapped, with nowhere left to run.

you bolt off once more to run but you collide with someone in your frantic attempt to escape, panic courses through you like a bolt of lightning.

before you can react, strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close, and a hand clamps over your mouth, muffling any cries for help.

“no! m-mmph!” your muffled cries echoes.

your heart hammers in your chest as you struggle against your captor, but their grip is ironclad, unyielding in its hold. you thrash and kick, desperate to break free, but it's no use. whoever has you is stronger, more determined, and you're powerless to stop them.

"it's okay. come on, now," he hushes.

and then, as the initial shock begins to fade, a sense of dread washes over you as you realize the truth—you know this person.

it's chuuya, the very man you've been trying to escape from, the one who's been stalking you, hunting you like prey.

terror grips you like a vice as you meet chuuya's gray blue eyes, seeing the twisted desire burning within them. he's been watching you, following you, and now he's finally caught you, trapped you in his web of obsession.

you struggle to break free, to scream for help, but chuuya's hold on you is unrelenting. his grip tightens, his eyes blazing with a mixture of hunger and triumph, and you know that you're at his mercy, that there's no escape from the darkness that surrounds you.

chuuya's lips brush against the top of your head, his touch strangely tender despite the fear coursing through your veins, "shh, it's okay," he murmurs soothingly, his voice a soft whisper against your ear. "you're safe with me."

but his words offer little comfort as you continue to struggle against him, your cries muffled by his hand pressed firmly over your mouth. tears stream down your cheeks as you plead with him to let you go, your voice a desperate whimper in the darkness.

chuuya's grip tightens around you, his hold unyielding as he buries his face into your hair, inhaling your scent with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine. "god, you smell so sweet," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "i've been waiting so long for this moment, for the chance to finally be with you, [name],"

your pleas fall on deaf ears as chuuya continues to hold you tightly, his grip unyielding despite your frantic struggles. tears blur your vision as you beg him to release you, your voice trembling with fear and desperation.

"please," you whimper, your words muffled by his hand over your mouth, "let me go, please..."

but chuuya only hushes you sweetly, his touch surprisingly gentle against your skin, "shh, my love," he murmurs, his voice laced with a twisted affection. "don't be afraid. i'm here for you."

his words send a shiver down your spine, a chill of dread creeping into your heart. you know that you're in danger, that chuuya's intentions are far from pure, but you're powerless to stop him, trapped in his embrace with no hope of escape.

as you continue to struggle against him, chuuya's grip tightens, his hold becoming more possessive with each passing moment, "there's no need to be afraid," he whispers, his voice soft and soothing. "i'll take care of you, my darling. you'll see."

chuuya's lips brush against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he whispers softly, his voice tinged with a hint of madness, "do you think we'll be in love forever, my dear?"

he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin, "now that i finally have you in my arms?"

"what the hell, chuuya!" was all you manage to say out as you squirm and thrash around.

you can feel his lips curve into a twisted smile as he speaks, his chuckle sending a chill down your spine. despite the fear coursing through your veins, you can't help but feel a sense of despair at his words, the realization sinking in that you're trapped in the clutches of a man consumed by his own obsession.

chuuya's grip tightens around you, his hold possessive as he continues to hold you close, "i know I'm no good for you," he admits with a gentle sigh, his voice filled with self-loathing, "and you're no good for me. but i can't help it—i love you too much to let go.”

chuuya's grip tightens around you as he senses your growing panic, his fingers pressing against your lips to silence any protest that threatens to escape, "hush now, my love," he whispers, his voice a soft murmur in the darkness, "there's no need to be afraid. i'll take care of everything, and that's a promise."

your thrashing and squirming only seem to amuse chuuya, his grip tightening around you as he watches your futile struggles with a twisted grin, "oh, my dear, you're so feisty," he chuckles softly, his voice sending shivers down your spine, "but i wouldn't recommend trying to escape. it would only make things... unpleasant."

his words are laced with a thinly veiled threat, and a chill runs down your spine as you realize the depths of his madness.

"you wouldn't want me to use gravity on you, baby? yeah?" he says, his voice still dripping with a promised threat, and for a second, you see a faint red glow surround his body.

you know that you're in grave danger, that chuuya's obsession has driven him to the brink of insanity, and now you're at his mercy, with no hope of escape.

as you continue to struggle against him, chuuya's grip tightens even further, his fingers digging into your flesh with a painful intensity, "you belong to me now," he whispers, his voice cold and menacing, "and if you try to fight me, i'll make sure you regret it."

tears stream down your cheeks as you apologize tearfully, the weight of chuuya's threats bearing down on you like a leaden weight.

"i-i'm sorry," you whimper, your voice trembling with fear and desperation. "please, i didn't mean to... i'll do whatever you want, just please don't hurt me..."

your words seem to have the desired effect on chuuya, his expression softening as he watches your tears fall, "there, there, my dear," he coos, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "no need to cry. everything will be alright, i promise."

but despite his soothing words, you can't shake the feeling of dread that lingers in the pit of your stomach. you know that chuuya's promises are empty, that his love is nothing more than a twisted obsession, and now you're trapped in his web, with no hope of escape.

as he continues to hold you close, you can't help but wonder—will you ever find a way to break free from his clutches, or are you doomed to be lost to his madness forever? only time will tell, but for now, all you can do is pray for a miracle to save you from the darkness that surrounds you.

you continue to find yourself trembling in fear, tears streaming down your cheeks as you lie beside chuuya in his bed after he had successfully kidnapped you, even with a bit of resistance from you. his arms wrap around you possessively, holding you close as if you were a prized possession.

your tearful eyes drift to the polaroid pictures scattered around the room, each one a haunting reminder of chuuya's twisted obsession with you. images of yourself captured in moments of vulnerability, stolen from your life without your knowledge or consent.

the realization hits you like a ton of bricks—chuuya has been stalking you for months, watching your every move, studying your habits and routines. the thought sends a shiver down your spine, the full extent of his obsession finally sinking in.

feeling your trembling form beside him, chuuya's expression softens with a mixture of concern and twisted affection. gently, he brushes his lips against your tears, kissing them away with a tenderness that belies the darkness lurking within him.

as he holds you close, his arms wrapped around you firmly, chuuya presses you closer to him, seeking to soothe your fear with his presence. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine.

"shh, my love," he murmurs softly, his voice a whispered promise in the darkness, "you're safe with me. i'll never let anything happen to you."

as chuuya's lips graze your neck in a twisted attempt at comfort, you can't help but shudder at his touch, the conflicting sensations of fear and longing warring within you.

tears continue to trickle down your cheeks as he trails kisses along your skin, his hands caressing your waist and back with a possessiveness that sends a chill down your spine.

you suppress a sob, the overwhelming sense of helplessness washing over you as you realize the depth of chuuya's obsession. despite the terror coursing through your veins, a part of you can't deny the twisted desire that stirs within you at his touch.

but as chuuya holds you close, his touch both comforting and suffocating, you can't help but wonder—how did it come to this? how did you become the victim in his twisted game of love and obsession? and as you lie there, tears staining your cheeks, you know that there are no easy answers, no simple explanations for the nightmare that has become your reality.

all you can do is pray for a miracle to save you from the darkness that surrounds you, to find a way to break free from chuuya's clutches before it's too late. but for now, all you can do is endure, as his kisses and caresses serve as a cruel reminder of the nightmare from which you may never wake.

chuuya's whispers of eternal love send a shiver down your spine, his words both comforting and chilling in their intensity, "we'll be in love forever, my dear," he murmurs softly, his voice tinged with a hint of madness, "even if i know you were no good for me, even if you've made me into someone i never thought i could be."

chuuya's voice breaks the silence once more, soft and earnest as he whispers those three words that hold so much weight.

"i love you," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion, his gaze searching yours for any sign of reciprocation.

for a moment, the words hang in the air, heavy with meaning, and somehow, they stir something within you. despite the fear and uncertainty that grips your heart, a small spark of something akin to warmth begins to flicker deep inside.

you find yourself drawn to chuuya's sincerity, his vulnerability laid bare before you, and against your better judgment, you feel a glimmer of something stir within you—a faint echo of the love he professes.

chuuya's eyes search yours, a hint of desperation mingling with hope as he waits for your response, "do you love me back?" he asks, his voice trembling with anticipation, his heart hanging in the balance.

caught off guard by his question, you feel a surge of conflicting emotions swirling within you. fear and uncertainty vie for dominance, but deep down, there's a part of you that longs for the safety and security that chuuya offers, twisted though it may be.

and so, despite the doubts that linger in the depths of your mind, you find yourself nodding in agreement, your voice barely above a whisper as you reply, "yes, i do."

chuuya's lips curl into a tender smile as he hears your response, a sense of relief washing over him at your agreement, "you're such a good girl," he murmurs softly, his voice filled with affection as he continues to hold you close to his chest.

he brushes a strand of hair away from your face with tender eyes as he kisses your cheek this time before he rests his forehead against yours.

as you lie together in his bed, the tension that had gripped you beginning to ease, chuuya hums softly, the sound soothing and melodic. it's as if he's trying to lull you to sleep, to erase the fear and uncertainty that still linger in the air.

it's a strange sensation, given the circumstances, but somehow, you can't help but feel a sense of comfort in his presence.

you listen to the sound of his voice, the rise and fall of each note, and with each passing moment, the fear and uncertainty that had gripped you begin to fade away, replaced by a strange sense of tranquility.

as the background noise seems to fade into the distance, you find yourself drawn to the steady rhythm of chuuya's humming, the sound wrapping around you like a warm embrace. with each note, you feel yourself sinking deeper into a sense of calm, your mind finally quieting after hours of turmoil.

closing your eyes, you lean into chuuya's touch, feeling the warmth of his forehead against yours, a silent reassurance of his presence. in this moment, it's as if you've accepted your fate.

ᡣ𐭩 TAGGING: @cheriiyaya @aureatchi @little-miss-chaoss @narosick

#bungo stray dogs x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd imagines #bsd scenarios #bsd fanfic #bsd chuuya #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #chuuya scenarios #yandere chuuya #chuuya x fem!reader #bungou stray dogs x you #yandere chuuya x reader

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akkivee · 1 year

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the hosts dohifu + ichiro event from arb was on the brain again and it’s one i think about so frequently i wonder if it’s like top arb events for me which made me wonder what my top arb events are so after scrolling thru the list, i decided in no particular order, my top five are:

bat halloween (lol)

dohifu/samajuto mall date event (i’m a stupid shipper lmao but also the beginning of samatoki just forcefully inserting himself in juto’s free time, taking him out, flirting with him to coerce juto into buying samatoki’s favourite kind of clothing, samatoki pouting because juto left him to say hello to doppo—)

dohifu➕ichiro christmas hosts event (saburo: you can’t kick me out!!!! i have money!!!!!)

jakurai➕kuukou➕rei on the run from an angry ghost/doppo➕jyushi➕gentaro on the run from an alien event (MAYBE REI AND KUUKOUS DYNAMIC SHOULDNT HAVE BEEN SO FUNNY AND ADORABLE THEY ARE ON MY MIND ALL THE TIME NOW)

2gumi fantasy vrmmorpg event (the drbs wishes it could be as catty as that event lmao)

#this is vee speaking #the arb chronicles #i actually miss the 2gumi vrmmorpg event lol and forgot i did until i saw it again #like the way sparks flew the INSTANT juto and gentaro locked eyes???? juto gentaro strategic leaders?????#jutohifu literally bombing their competition and them being on the same wavelength???? jyushi terrified of juto’s smile lmao?????#god i can go on what a peak event lmao #like even the endings were cracked samatoki breaking into juto’s house and kuukou ‘punishing’ jyushi for running away from him 😭😭😭#i hope we get a 3gumi vrmmorpg event after a 2gumi soul swap like we did last year lol #lol i want rei to just declare himself as kuukou’s second father actually kuukou’s feelings on the matter be damned lol #kuukou: *immediately hostile towards rei* rei: oh i like this one 😎#kuukou: *disappointed in himself* rei: nah but you’re a super monk i stood no chance against that ghost 😎#LIKE REI TREATS KUUKOU BETTER THAN HIS OWN SONS THATS SO FUNNY AND AWFUL AT THE SAME TIME LMAO #lol and remember how saburo told hifumi’s coworkers that jiro was a stranger so he’d get kicked out for not having money lmao?????#whoever in the arb staff keeps my samajuto heart fed since the VERY beginning and thru the mall date event: thank you 😌#bat halloween lol. lmao

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jihyoruri · 5 months

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❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 SANTA DOESN’T KNOW YOU LIKE I DO idol ahn yujin x idol reader

❆warnings: yn is apart of new jeans, yn is a dork, wrote this while listening to santa doesn’t know you like I do by sabrina carpenter

this has got to be the fifth time yujin has bawled her eyes out all day. going through a big break up during the holiday season isn’t the ideal thing

the girl blew her nose into her tissue before she buried her face into her pillow, she’s about to start crying again until a soft voice interrupts her session of wallowing in self pity.

“yujin unnie?”

she knew exactly who’s voice it was.

to ahn yujin, yn was a nightmare, having one of your younger members best friends have a crush on you, isn’t the ideal thing for most people.

and it definitely isn’t the ideal thing for yujin.

new jeans is the new big thing, the six girls are completely untouchable with the success that they’ve been gaining since debut, so imagine the ive members reactions when rei brought one of the members to the dorm introducing the girl as her best friend.

yn was one of the most known members of the group, she was known for her charisma and talents and extroverted personality that has a way of wrapping everyone around her small finger

she also has the biggest crush on the leader of ive and the bane of yujin’s existence.

she just couldn’t stop taking her shots at the older girl, even when she was in a relationship, she’d say things like “hey unnie, when are gonna dump that chick?”, “rei told me that she was late again, couldn’t be me..”, “did you know I wrote super shy and attention about you? what songs has she written about you again?”

yujin groans and covers her face with her hands, “what?”

the door opens to reveal the younger girl with an adorable smile on her face, she had a white fuzzy beret on her head with a matching fuzzy white sweater and leg warmers, along with a hello kitty shaped polaroid around her neck.

“did you know it’s snowing outside?” yn asks as she walks into the room and closes the door behind her causing yujin to groan again.

“no.”

“oh, well it is.” she says before sitting beside yujin on her bed, “I heard about the break up…”

“yeah…” the older girl replies, “you’re probably happy about it.” she says before taking a peek at the younger girl only to see that she had genuine pity on her face.

“well… I can’t say I didn’t crack a smile when rei told me…” she says causing yujin to let out a laugh, “you’re the worst oh my-”

“but!” yn shouts over yujin waving her hands, “I am really sorry, I knew how much you liked her, even though she was hot trash.”

“gee, thanks yn.”yujin sniffs rubbing her nose. “she wasn’t that bad…” she adds making it yn’s turn to groan.

“oh come on!” the girl yells, throwing her head back, “she was the absolute worst, remember when she said ditto wasn’t even good when my members and I literally put our heart and souls into that comeback?”

“she also treated you horribly and you know that, I mean just look at the way she just left you.” yn says firmly causing yujin to nod her head defeatedly, “ I just know for sure that I could treat you better.”

“here we go again.” yujin says rolling her eyes, every time…

“no! I’m serious, she didn’t and never grew to know you like I do.” yn says grabbing yujin’s hand, “I know all your favourite songs… and even though I say the most stupid shit I definitely know how to make you laugh.” the younger girl adds causing yujin to let out a small laugh.

“see! when was the last time she genuinely made you laugh?”

“I don’t know…” yujin trails off and before she knows it, the tears are starting back up again, “gosh, I’m so stupid.”

yn immediately panics and pulls yujin closer to her, “no, you’re not! you’re the smartest, you’re hard working, dedicated and so talented and prettiest person I know, that asshole was just to stupid to see it.”

yujin looks deep into yn’s eyes and feels her face heat up slightly at the compliment, this is the first time the younger girls words have actually affected her and for some reason that makes her eyes water again.

“oh, how I wish I would kiss your tears away.” yn says before slapping her hand over mouth in shock, “there’s no way I just said that.”

yujin laughs again and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, “maybe you can do that after the fifth date.”

“yeah…” yn trails of her face heated with embarrassment, “wait- what did you just say.”

“you heard me.”

“holy shit…” the younger girl says to herself, “wait does that mean there’s chance that you might go out with me after you’re healed from your relationship and stuff?”

“maybe” yujin shrugs.

“oh my gosh.” she says getting up from yujin’s bed, “oh my-! I gotta go tell rei!” she says before rushing out of yujin’s room.

yujin laughs at the younger girls antics but is shock when yn runs back into the room and places a kiss on the older girls cheek before running back out the room.

#ahn yujin #ahn yujin x reader #yujin x reader #ive x reader #ive #yujin ive #girl group imagines #girl group fluff #new jeans

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astraystayyh · 5 months

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hyunjin x reader. childhood friends to lovers. implied soulmates. hyune's pov.

this is the prequel & sequel to you're in the wind, i'm in the water. you need to read the prev fic first to understand how hyunjin and mc confessed to one another!!

this is very self indulgent but it's also my bd gift so i get a pass hehe also a tribute to one of my fav love languages which is peeling an orange for someone :')

based on Chemtrails Over the Country Club by Lana Del Rey,, so highly recommend listening to it while reading :)) feedback is appreciated as always <333

i'm on the run with you my sweet love

The beige sand warms the soles of your feet as you and Hyunjin run along the shore. His parents sit by a towel, watching you with idle curiosity as you’re propelled forth by the brisk winds; and a sense of feedom only found in the tender hearts of children.

Hyunjin doesn’t know where you’re taking him. He didn’t question you when you entwined your fingers with his before running away, your footprints etched upon the sandy canvas. His sole attention was on your clammy hand, tightly clasping his.

Hyunjin didn’t yet understand what it meant to crave the hand of someone in yours, for it to feel natural for fingers to hold one another. He was only seven. What does one really know at this age?

But he knew that he was drawn to grand things. The beauty of fireworks as they unfold in the sky, dazzling colors rivaling the hues of sunsets. To the towering sunflowers his mother takes him to see, so tall their petals almost seem to be reaching for the sun’s embrace. To the full moon and the way it hangs close to earth, as if yearning to enter our horizon, to sink into the soil and rest.

But in that moment, as he watched your gleeful smile, the blush tinting your cheeks as you tugged him along, a different amazement grew within his soul. It was quiet, it was soft, it didn't overwhelm his seven-years-old heart. It was enough.

You finally stop by a rock, settling in the sand with your hair fanning around you like a halo. Hyunjin hovers over you, his tentative gaze tracing your features, trying to pinpoint what had made that peculiar feeling pour over his body, like candle wax finally meeting its destined mold.

He doesn't find an answer, only your kind smile as you tap the place near you. You were giddy, as if you had run far when his parents remained mere meters away.

Hyunjin had noticed this urge in you to flee, to wander, always. He didn't know what it means. He thought that perhaps you didn't know either. He wondered if you'd ever run away from him. The question burned the tip of his tongue.

"Will we always run together?" Hyunjin suddenly asks, kneeling to meet your eyes.

"If you want to," you shrug. "Will you run away with me when we're older?"

"Where to?" he asks, a note of apprehension coloring his tone.

"I don't know. We'll know later."

"Okay."

"You pinky promise?"

"I do," Hyunjin entwines his pinky with yours, before leaning down to press a chaste kiss on your thumb pad. He avoids your eyes as a dusty blush cascades on his cheeks, akin to the fading pink of a sunken sunset. You giggle, reciprocating the kiss before pressing your thumbs together.

"Sealed forever," you grin, eyes disappearing into moon crescents. Your contagious happiness mirrors instantly on Hyunjin's face, his nose scrunching up in delight.

He wants to keep this smile on your face, he thinks, this intricate joy that dawns upon your features, brightening up your face, making your pinky in his feel lighter, warmer.

So, he takes out an orange from his pocket.

"Where did you get this?" you chuckle, eyes widening in delight as if presented with the world's most treasured jewel.

"A vendor gave it to me," he shrugs, handing it to you.

Your thumb punctures the tangerine's thick skin, making the fruit’s juice drip down your hands. You attempt to peel it but the skin breaks instantly, falling into the sand.

"Here, let me," Hyunjin offers, taking the orange from your hands, peeling it for you.

A strange warmth slowly spreads through his being, akin to tree roots anchoring onto the soil, to the unfurling of petals on the first day of spring. It feels good, for some reason, to do this mundane task for you.

This newfound feeling only solidifies when you smile brightly at him, breaking the fruit into two halves and handing one part to Hyunjin.

You no longer look like you want to run. You look content here, simply sharing an orange with him.

Hyunjin suddenly wants to buy you a whole crate of tangerines. Maybe even a farm of it- just trees upon trees that he can plant for you. He chases the thought away, he's only seven, he doesn't have money, where would he even store the oranges?

Hyunjin didn't have the answer to this question, nor the million ones swirling in his mind. But he knew your smile, the kindness in your eyes, the lingering scent of oranges on his fingers, even after washing his hands. And the word that sat heavy on his soul, from that night forth.

Hyunjin knew he loved you when he was seven years old.

there is nothing wrong contemplating God; under the chemtrails over the country club

"Found you," Hyunjin whispers, reclining on the rooftop near you.

"Wasn't hiding from you," you respond just as softly, your gaze fixed on the turquoise sky overhead. Your words cause Hyunjin's heart to swell within his chest, growing, expanding, pushing against his ribs, yearning to escape and splatter at your feet.

His emotions were always so grand- his happiness consuming his entire being, the sadness, the loneliness rattling his bones with an invincible cold. Then the love for you, not in dependence, the way the planets orbit around the sun. But with choice, because he wants to, craves being near.

"What are you doing?" he asks after a while, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Watching the chemtrails," you point out a tiny plane leaving a white trail in the sky.

"It looks so far away," he whispers in wonder, and you hum with a melancholic expression. Hyunjin curls his hand into a fist, resisting the urge to smooth the delicate frown etched on your brows.

"Didn't you like your birthday celebration?" he finally asks. He knows the answer before you quietly say, 'yes.' You were never one for the chic attire, the fine china and polished silverware reflecting the guests fake smiles. You only ever came to the country club for Hyunjin.

"I just... these people are here for me, supposedly. And yet, I feel so invisible downstairs. I bet no one even noticed my absence."

"I did," he replies instantly, contradicting you vehemently, wanting to dispel the shadows that cloud your mind. "And... I brought you an orange," he adds, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It grows when you beam at him, the chemtrails momentarily forgotten.

"Did you?"

"Mm, here," he swiftly peels the fruit for you, instinctively breaking it into two halves.

"I'm sixteen and I don't know how to peel a tangerine because of you," you giggle, biting into one part eagerly. Water dribbles down the side of your mouth, and Hyunjin delicately wipes it away, his hand cradling your jaw gently.

His heart beats wildly, drowning out the country club's orchestra. He's never been this close to you, noses nearly bumping into one another.

"Don't learn how to," he whispers, licking his lips nervously. He hopes you can't feel the tremor in his hand as it slides down your cheek.

"Why?"

"Then you won't need me anymore," he says honestly, and your eyes widen at his words. Say it, his heart pleads, I can't contain this love anymore. Hyunjin shakes his head, silencing his own thoughts. He'll make room for it; his heart will expand, even if it means bursting at the seams. He can't face your rejection.

"Can I ask you something?" you say after a while, still as close to him.

"Anything."

"Do you ever feel like you don't belong anywhere? You have friends and family, but you feel like..."

"Nobody's son?" he suggests.

"Yeah, nobody's daughter."

"Maybe we're not meant to belong to anyone else but ourselves."

"Isn't that sad?" you ask, bringing an orange wedge to Hyunjin's mouth. "What if I don't always have myself?"

"Well, you'll always have me."

"Do you promise me?" you ask eagerly, eyes wide, tone almost desperate.

"I promise." The fog dissipates, light spilling over your face once again.

"Even though you're so sought after?" you giggle.

"I'm not!"

"You are! Everybody wanted to talk to you downstairs. You're always the man of the hour," you wink, lying down on the floor once again.

"Really? I didn't notice," he says, settling next to you.

"Mm, you never notice anything," you sigh, resting your cheek atop his shoulder.

It's quiet again, save for the tranquil sound of your breaths. Your eyes are trained on the sky, following the path of each plane.

"They look really tiny."

"Maybe we're the small ones," you muse.

Hyunjin doesn't agree. Not when his love for you feels almost ancient, drawn from the depths of the very first fountain of love. It has stayed with him for nine years, intermingled with the very molecules of his being. You can't be small when what he feels for you is grander than the world.

"Maybe we are," he says as he slides an arm underneath your back, pulling you closer to his chest.

"Hyune," you call out softly.

"Mm?" he hums in reply.

"What do you think you're made for?"

I'm here to love you, he wants to say, achingly, fully, on your grand days and your small ones. To fall apart at the altar of your soul and to rise anew, by you, for you. To be yours.

"I'm here to peel you oranges." He whispers instead, his confession, for now.

"And I'm here to eat them, then."

we laugh about nothing as the summer gets cool; it's beautiful how this deep normality settles down over me

"Did you know you have a straight trail of moles on your back?" Hyunjin whispers, his cool breath akin to a gentle zephyr.

"It starts here," he bestows a tender kiss beneath your shoulder blade, as if marking the start of a constellation. "Then you have another one here," his lips brush against your skin, coaxing forth delicate goosebumps, like ripples on a moonlit pond. "And here," he trails down your spine, his mouth weaving a trail only he can see. "And a final one here," he lingers longer near the last mole, lips meeting your lower back delicately, akin to the tender graze of a feather.

If you had told Hyunjin that he would freely kiss your moles, hands trailing down your skin scented with chlorine and vanilla, he would have thought you were insane. But now he has you, because you want him too, against all odds. Hyunjin wasn't alone in his love; every emotion in your soul mirrored his own. Two sides of the same coin. Two halves of the same tangerine.

"And then... it wraps around your stomach," he flips you around until you face him, giddy giggles escaping your lips. "You see it? It goes right here, another straight line," he whispers in wonder, tracing over the moles on your skin as if in worship. There is so much he longs to articulate, words yearning to spill from his mouth. He realizes he can say them now, drape them over your body like a blanket knitted with love.

"Someone plucked stars and arranged them on your skin. You're a galaxy on your own, you know that right? So beautiful," he whispers, eyes wide in adulation, raking over each feature of yours, so much they're seared behind his eyelids. The only sight he sees when he goes to sleep.

"So are you," you smile, hands gently cradling his cheeks. Hands that held him at age seven, then eight, ten, thirteen, and twenty. Hands that dried his tears, patted his back, and played with his hair. Hands that are much more sacred than his own.

"No, you don't understand," he hovers over you, gently smoothing down your hair. "You're so beautiful, so much it dizzies me, consumes me. You consume me, entirely, and I-" He sucks in a deep breath as you smile lovingly, reassuringly.

"I know," you say. "I feel it too."

"I can't believe this is real," he shakes his head, thumb tracing your lower lip gently. "I didn't even plan on confessing when i brought you to this pool. And yet... it feels natural for us to be this way."

You nod, grinning. "Like we belong to one another."

"I told you I'd stay," his eyes soften, capturing you with the same tenderness as always, savoring every part of you.

"You always keep your promises," you smile, hand sliding down the nape of his neck, smoothing a stubborn tuft of hair.

Normal, that's the elusive term he was looking for. It is normal for him to hold you, to kiss you, to look into your eyes and find love swimming in your irises. It is the way it's supposed to be between you. He couldn't ever think of another outcome.

His eyes trail down to your arm, where two moles match perfectly with his, down to the placement, the space separating them both.

"Is this where we kissed each other the most in our past lives?" he trails off, knuckles brushing against your arm gently. You mirror his touch.

"So you believe we're soulmates?"

"Mm, I've always known."

"And why didn't you tell me?" you grin, tilting your head to the side.

"I peeled you tangerines."

His words seem to ignite something within you, memories of each time he peeled you oranges flooding back. Every birthday, each time you were sad, every time the fruit was near.

You stand up, straddling Hyunjin's lap, and then you kiss his eye mole, then the one on his cheek, trailing down his jaw mole, his neck, his arms.

"What are you doing?" he giggles, warm hands on your lower back.

"Making sure those moles show up in our next life too."

And at your words, Hyunjin swore that the citrusy scent of tangerines suddenly wafted in the air.

washing my hair, doing the laundry, late night TV i want you only

Your legs are comfortably propped on top of Hyunjin's, matching pairs of beige pajamas seamlessly merging into one another. The sweet scent of shampoo lingers in the air—a fragrance Hyunjin carefully massaged into your hair twenty minutes ago, his fingers still as gentle as they grazed your scalp, now at the age of twenty-six.

Nearly two decades later, Hyunjin still knows that he loves you. It is a different one from the love he felt at seven—a metamorphosis akin to the moon's phases, from crescent to full, distinct yet continuous. It clung to his being, melted into the very essence of his soul.

"Just how many white shirts do you own?" you giggle, folding another pair of Hyunjin's clothing, the melody of your laughter still rattling the insides of his heart. He smiles sheepishly, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before responding, "You wear half of them with me."

"Your clothes are mine. You agreed on this when you proposed to me," you state matter-of-factly.

"And what else did I agree on?" he smiles, placing two pairs of matching socks in the basket—yours and his.

"That you'd kiss me instead of doing the laundry," you say mischievously, and he chuckles, tilting his head back. The clothes are momentarily forgotten as he lowers your body onto the couch, one hand cradling your head.

"You know I can't say no to you," he smiles, left dimple appearing as it always does when you're near.

"I know," you grin, pulling him down by the hem of his pajamas, your lips meeting his.

Hyunjin still kisses you with the same quiet passion, slowly, as if rediscovering you all over again. His hand cradles your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek gently, as his lips find yours again and again—rosy, plump, seeking solace in your familiar warmth.

He's always been drawn to mysteries, grand things, and overwhelming emotions that defy comprehension. Things he'd never fully know, things he'd never be bored of. Yet, with you, it's different; he knows you, he's learned you, and he loves you more every day—purposefully, by choice, because he can't fathom a reality where he doesn't.

His lips press upon yours one last time before he pulls you onto his lap, burying his head in the crook of your neck. "You smell nice," he whispers.

"I smell like you."

"I know," he smiles, a gentle breeze escaping his lips and caressing your skin.

He closes his eyes, savoring the quietness, the domesticity of the scene—the folded laundry on the table, the background hum of the TV, the meal you'll cook later, waltzing under the fridge's light. You, the one love of his life—the small love and the grand one, the first love and the last one. The embodiment of it all.

Your arms drape around his shoulders as you relax in his hold, your breaths syncing into a tranquil rhythm. He's built himself a home in the ridges of your collarbones, a place for him to rest in the crook of your shoulder blade. Both of you are okay, both of you are safe.

"Do you remember when we were seven? We traveled together for the first time," you speak after a while, a weighty emotion enveloping your voice.

"I do."

"You promised me we'd run away when we grow older."

"I did."

"I don't want to run anymore. I'm content with you, right here," you whisper, and the words feel like sunflowers blooming in Hyunjin's chest. "I was so scared of growing up, of never feeling like I belong. To myself, to anyone. But I do, with you."

"Always," he pulls away, bringing your hand to his mouth, leaving sweet kisses on your ring finger.

"Thank you, my Hyune," you say, tears gathering in your eyes like morning dewdrops on leaves. "Thank you for peeling my oranges."

Your nose brushes against his, his thumb drawing circles on your palm.

"Thank you for pretending you don't know how to."

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