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I welcome our new toothpaste lords

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Work it Out

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 3.1k (DRABBLES I TELL YOU!)

Synopsis: Chan asks you to come check out the new pilates machines the guys just got but poor Channie is not very bendy, unlike you.

A/N: Look.... I dunno I have no excuse I hope you enjoy regardless! If you do please reblog, comment, slide into my asks, like, feedback is the ultimate motivation! As always warnings and smut below the cut! 4/8

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Cursing/strong language, oral (f receiving), overstimulation/forced orgasm, squirting, unprotected piv sex (please use protection always but ESPECIALLY if you have multiple partners!), cum shot, cum eating, rimming, lots of dirty talking, alluding to having unprotected anal sex and cream pie, praise, pet names (baby, of course baby girl), rough sex, slight dumification, spit play (a little), I think that's it, there's a lot in this so if I missed something please do let me know so I can add it!

After Jisung made you cum three times on his tongue, which is not an easy feat to do, he helped you try to not look quite so fucked out when you were getting ready to leave. You went to walk out of the studio so Jisung could get back to work and he gently grabbed your wrist and stopped you.  

“Are you... are we...” He looked so worried. You smiled and hugged Jisung then pecked his lips and took a line from Minho’s book. 

“Don’t think too much okay? We’re two friends that wanted to screw around and so we did. Did you like it?” Jisung let out a deep breath and laughed. 

“Fuck yes!” You smiled sweetly at him. 

“Good I did too, maybe we can do it again some time.” Jisung seemed much calmer seeing you so relaxed and after hearing you say that. 

“Absolutely!” He said, his smile beaming. 

“Good now I’ll see you this Monday for board game night. Tell Seungmin I said no Monopoly it makes Felix sad when he has to go to jail.” You pecked his lips one more time and left the studio. The Monday night game night ended up being chaos as usual. Since Seungmin couldn’t pick Monopoly he picked Life instead and when Felix lost his job and got a lawsuit he started to get those big sparkly anime eyes. You made a mental note to remind yourself to put salt in Seungmin’s next cup of coffee for making Yongbok sad. Chan who was sitting next to you during the board game, leaned over and whispered. 

“Don’t put salt in Seungmin’s coffee...” You giggled a little and whispered back. 

“How did you-” Chan laughed and his eyes scrunched up. 

“It’s practically written on your face. He found a loophole fair and square.” You pressed your lips together. 

“I’m not convinced. What about mayo in a donut?” Chan shook his head no. 

“Toothpaste in his orange juice?” Chan cringed. 

“Remind me never to make you mad.” You laughed. 

“Oh yea! I almost forgot! We got a couple new pilates machines set up in the workout room now. Haven’t got to use them yet why don’t you come over tomorrow and we can check em out!” 

“Sounds good to me!” You looked over at Seungmin who was smirking as his eyes were zeroed in on poor Felix just as he realized he was getting divorced in the game. You leaned over to Chan and whispered again. 

“Oh that’s it me and Felix are baking him a batch of salted cookies together.” Chan laughed and shook his head.  

The next day you met Chan to do pilates as discussed. When Chan answered the door and saw you he lagged for a second. You were standing there in a sports bra and spandex shorts, hair pulled back, water bottle in hand. Chan of course was in his signature shorts and tank top with a pair of under armor leggings underneath in addition. He quickly caught up with his brain and moved aside to let you in. 

“Hey y/n! You ready?” You walked in bouncing on your toes. 

“Oh yea already did some stretching. I’m loosey goosey.” You bent over and touched your toes. Chan cleared his throat and tried to not look at your full round ass, unsuccessfully. You popped back up and so did Chan’s eyes. 

“So let’s check these things out. Maybe you’ll be able to bend a little easier with the machine’s help.” Chan nodded.  

“Maybe I guess we’ll see.” He led you to the room they designated for the gym equipment and when you walked in there were two pilates reformers set up right next to each other. You ran over to the first one. 

“Okay it’s super cool that you guys have these. Let's get going Channie boy, hop on.” Chan raised his eyebrow at you and you rolled your eyes but giggled. 

“Get your head out of the gutter and get on your machine.” He laughed and his dimples appeared as he got onto the machine next to yours. You started with a few simple exercises first and Chan seemed to be keeping up okay. You tried one a bit harder and you could hear Chan starting to grunt, which did things to your body at the most inappropriate of times. You pushed those thoughts and feelings down and moved into another position that really bent and stretched you out. Chan screamed out dramatically in pain and let go flopping down on the machine. 

“Oh come on Channie we just started.” You stretched into the pose deeper. He was red and sweaty and the veins on his neck and arms were popping. Focus. 

“No way I can’t do that, I’m not bendy. I’ll just help you. You can spot me on weights later.” Chan winked at you and you felt your body betray you and flush again. Chan looked you over in your position. 

“Wow you’re really bendy!” You again tried to pull yourself together and started the next exercise. Chan placed his hand on your leg and helped you stretch and lean into the new pose while keeping you steady. His hand gently squeezed the soft flesh it held onto as your leg came back down. 

“I saw this really good stretch for your adductors. Move and get on like this.” He guided you to lay on your back, hips at the edge of the carriage, legs up, and bent at the knee. Then he grabbed the pully straps and helped you place your feet in them. 

“There now push into the straps on your feet.” You did. You grunted and you could feel the muscles of your inner thighs contract. You relaxed back into the resting position which you couldn’t lie didn’t leave much to the imagination with your shorts on, you just hoped they weren’t wet with all that moaning and groaning Chan was doing earlier. Suddenly Chan stepped over the side rail of the machine and was between your legs. He put his hands on the insides of your thighs and your whole body buzzed. 

“Push again.” You pressed into the pully straps and felt Chan squeeze as your thighs tightened. 

“You feel that?” His voice was an octave lower. You blushed and nodded, a little sweat starting to bead on your forehead. You relaxed and slid back into your original position and Chan’s crotch was perfectly lined up with yours. His hands slid from the insides of your thighs to the outsides and started massaging up and down, getting dangerously close to your ass each time. 

“I need to tell you something but I need to preface this something by first saying I’m not just a pervert or anything.” You scrunched up your face and looked at the position you were in and then him. 

“Yea okay but seriously.” You laughed and nodded. 

“Okay let the record reflect that Chan is in fact not just a pervert.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. 

“Just tell me what you need to tell me Channie.”  

“Okay so I was going through unnamed files on the computer at the studio and I came across one that was really long, which was weird. So I put my headphones in and clicked it and... well... it seems as though Jisung accidently hit studio record when you guys were uh...” Chan did not even need to finish the sentence you knew exactly what he was going to say. 

“Oh my fucking god you heard us!?” Your head thunked down on the carriage and your hands covered your eyes. Chan kept rubbing your thighs trying to reassure you. 

“No all of it! Well at least not at first.” You looked through your fingers as Chan stood nervously between your legs. 

“What do you mean not at first?” Chan bit at his plump bottom lip. 

“Well I went to click it off right? And I accidently skipped ahead and maybe might have heard your moaning.” You looked at him waiting for the rest of his explanation. 

“So you know I turned it off quickly after that but your moaning was echoing in my head after hearing it through my headphones. I’m not proud but I clicked it back on and listened to Jisung eat you out. Your moans were so fucking pretty and my dick has been rock hard every time I’m around you since and I just really want to taste your pussy and fuck you right on this machine, make you moan like that for me. Make you scream for me.” He slid his hands down your thighs again but this time he gripped your ass by the handful. You would be a bold-faced liar if you said your cunt didn’t clench and gush hearing Chan say those words and grabbing you. If your shorts weren’t ruined before they definitely were now. You were apprehensive regardless of how your body was reacting. 

“Chan I... I have to be honest Jisung isn’t the only one of the guys that I’ve... well... done stuff with...” Chan nodded.  

“I know baby girl you were with Minho.” 

“And Changbin.”  

“Oh.” You looked away embarrassed and covered your face not wanting to see how Chan was surely looking at you, waiting for the disgust and slut shaming that was sure to come. You had fucked or sucked three of his friends and now look at you, dripping and clenching for him. Chan leaned over you and pulled your hands away. 

“Hey, I don’t care if you’ve messed around with them. That’s none of my business. My business is here between these sexy legs.” Chan palmed and rubbed your pussy with his whole hand over your tight shorts and you let out a choked moan. 

“Should I stop?” You should say yes. You definitely shouldn’t be fucking a fourth friend but your brain wasn’t making the decicisons anymore. 

“No...” You said breathy as he pressed his fingers harder against your cunt rubbing you up and down slowly. 

“Don’t stop Channie.” He hummed and smiled. 

“You gonna let me eat that pretty pussy?” You nodded as you started panting. 

“Yes Channie.”  

“Mhm... you gonna let me fuck your tight little hole on this machine yea?” Your shorts were completely soaked with your juices as Chan rubbed your whole pussy faster. 

“Mmmm! YES CHANNIE! Want you to fuck me so hard on this!” Chan knelt down in front of your wet shorts he gripped the seam of them and ripped them apart exposing your perfect glazed cunt.  

“So fucking pretty, god damn baby girl, such a pretty little pussy. Needs cleaned though.” Chan’s tongue swiped through your folds. 

“Taste so sweet, sweet little cunt, gonna eat it so good.” Chan hooked his arms around your legs that were still suspended in the pully straps and started to go crazy on your pussy. Licking sucking slurping, he’d stop long enough to spred your pussy lips and spit on your cunt before rubbing it all over your clit hard and then diving back in and slurping on you more. You could feel his saliva and your arousal dripping down your ass. Chan’s tongue swiped lower collecting your juices and his spit and when his tongue gently brushed against your asshole you clenched hard. Chan’s grip around your thighs tightened. 

“You like how it feels when I lick your ass baby girl? Want me to eat that too you pretty little thing? Come here give me that tight little hole.” Chan let go of your legs and pushed your thighs back so your asshole and pussy were easily accessible. Chan spit on your sensitive pussy then on your asshole and started gently teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He was eye level with your cunt and saw how hard you clenched when he teased it. It egged him on and he started eating your ass with enthusiasm, licking a broad stripe from hole to clit from time to time, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves before tonguing your ass again. Chan’s fingers started teasing your clit as he continued to circle his tongue around your asshole and you came so hard you were screaming Chan’s name, thankful none of the other guys were home. 

“CHAN OH FUCK... CH-CHANNIE FUCK FUCK YES!” Both of your hands rested on Chan’s head and pushed his face against your ass and pussy harder. He fucking loved it he wrapped his arms around your legs again and was ravenous the way he continued to push you through your orgasm into overstimulation. 

“CHAN FUCK CHAN F- YOU GOTTA ST-FUCK GOTTA STOP!” He only hummed shaking his head no. He was hell bent on making you cum again. He slid two fingers inside of you and started pumping them deep and hard as he drank everything your dripping cunt gave him. He stopped eating your pussy long enough to coach and praise you. 

“Such a good girl, don’t squirm now baby girl fuck so good, taste amazing, can’t get enough of eating you. Want you to cum for me again baby girl, want you to squirt on my face.” He started sucking on your clit hard, pumping his fingers into you with precision hitting that detonate button inside you over and over again. He hummed as he sucked hard on your clit and you were glad your feet were in those straps. Your body contorted, your back arching as you came as hard as you ever had and started squirting. Chan finger fucked you harder slurping at your juices until your legs trembled in the straps. Finally Chan pulled off of you. You laid there chest heaving up and down legs shaking still being held up by the pully straps. Chan stood up, whipped his shirt off and wiped his face before tossing it then dropping his shorts, pants, and briefs all at once. He leaned over you and you could feel his warm hard cock press against your extremely sensitive cunt. He grabbed your sports bra and ripped it apart freeing your breasts which he immediately started sucking on as he continued to rub his throbbing cock against your slick folds making you twitch and shudder. He squeezed your tits and pushed them together. You laid there still in a haze from the mind-blowing orgasms. 

“Condom baby girl?” You just shook your head side to side. 

“B-I’m on... I’m on birth control.” Chan bit his bottom lip so hard he drew blood. 

“You’re gonna let me fuck you raw baby girl?” You took another deep breath still trying to come down and nodded. 

Chan grabbed his cock and lined it up with your drenched hole. 

“Such a good girl letting me take her hole raw. I’m gonna fuck you so hard and then I’m gonna cum all over your cute fucked out little cunt.” You nodded and Chan slid his cock in and bottomed out in you immedetly. 

“CHANNIE!” He cooed at you. 

“I know baby I know shh shh, I said I’m gonna fuck your pretty little pussy hard and I’m going to fuck you hard.” He held onto your hips and started fucking you hard and deep, his hips slapping into your plump ass over and over as he railed you on the new pilates machine. 

“Tell me baby girl how’s that feel huh? You like the way my cock feels raw inside you?” You nodded babbling back to him unable to control the level of your voice and shouting. 

“Raw! YES RAW! Fuck me raw Channie! SO FUCKING GOOD CHANNIE! CH-CHANNIE I’M GONNA...” Your orgasm came out of nowhere as you continued to scream Chan’s name over and over. 

“God fuck yes squeeze my cock baby, cum all over it. I’m not done with you yet baby keep going.” He started teasing your clit and electricity buzzed through your whole body. The grunt that came from you was guttural as Chan pushed you past overstimulation again. 

“Can- ca-can't Channie fuck fuck I can’t.” Chan pushed sweaty fly aways out of your face and made you look at him. 

“You’re gonna.” With that Chan gripped your hips and started fucking you just as hard as he had been before. You laid there limp on that machine letting it hold your legs up for you at that point as Chan absolutely punished your pussy with his cock. 

“Next time you’re gonna let me fuck that tight little ass yea? Give me that little hole? FUCK have you ever been fucked in your ass baby girl?” You shook your head no unable to speak. 

“Oh you’ll be so tight baby I’d blow so fast, then watch you squeeze out my cum OH FUCK! You’d let me fuck your ass raw too right baby girl. Pump my cum deep in your ass and make you squeeze it back out.” Your whole body moved with his relentless thrusts, you nodded again. Chan spit on your pussy and then took four fingers and started rubbing them firmly and quickly over your clit as his cock filled you again and again, his spit and your juices dripping down his dick, your legs and ass. He rubbed your pussy as he fucked it hard and you started to squirt again. The moan that came from you turned into a whine and then just heavy breaths. Your cunt tried to force Chan’s cock out as you came hard but he held on to the base and kept shoving himself in deeper, again and again as your cum kept squirting out of you with each thrust. You were twitching, legs shaking, pulling at your hair and breasts. Chan’s hips started to falter. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it fast and hard right over your dripping swollen pussy.  

“Gonna paint this pretty cunt white... FUCK! Watch me cum on you baby, watch now watch me cum!” When you forced yourself to lift your head just to watch Chan cum on you he moaned and his cock twitched in his hand and he started coming. Stripes of his hot seed shot across your tummy and pussy lips and started to drip, Chan kept stroking his cock fast as more cum streaked across your slit and dripped down. He held on to his cock tightly and walked over by your face, presenting his it to you. 

“Suck it baby girl, get it all.” He put the tip of his dick in your mouth as you laid there completely fucked out again. You gently sucked on it collecting his taste and swallowing it.” Chan rubbed the tip of his cock across your pouty lips twitching and shuddering from his own overstimulation. You ran your fingers through the cum on your tummy and licked it off prompting Chan to run his fingers through your sensitive cunt and collect more before shoving three fingers in your mouth and making you suck them clean.  

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“Come on, let’s go shower. Wanna see you wash that pussy real good for me and I’ll let you eat all my cum you want baby girl.”  

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Day 3 of Kazuki Week 2023: daycare/night out. A full version of my brain rot of @hubbydaddies's post where Kazuki drunk sang about Rei's tiny waist. -> You can also read on AO3.

Small Waist, Pretty Face

mlm KazuRei. Drunken first Kiss. Mutual pinning. Fluff and humor.

Summary: Drunk Kazuki involved Rei in his shenanigans. Troubled, Rei turned to people around them for advice.

After another victorious and unsurprisingly boring round, Rei took a drink of beer, then joined another game like it was muscle memory. He checked his phone. 1:28 am. The sudden vibration startled him; Rei exited the game. It could only be one person. There was only one person in this world who’d call him. 

Kazuki wants to video chat.

Rei took off the headphone and hesitantly pressed the answer button.

What he did not expect was to see Carol’s face. “Rei-chan—! Took you long enough to pick up!” She whined. 

“Um…uh, sorry?”

“He picked up!” Carol said cheerily, shoving the phone in front of Kazuki.

“Hey, Rei, hehe,” his drunk face under the neon lights was stupidly stupid. “My bad…I had one too many!” His foolish grin was stupidly stupid. Rei rolled his eyes. 

”I’m coming home now!”

“Just don’t be so loud when you do.”

“Okie-dok, Rei-chan—” The video went blurry then dark. He must’ve dropped his phone. Idiot. Serves you right. Rei leaned his head back and exhaled audibly. Kazuki had an obnoxious, rowdy tendency when intoxicated. Not that he’d ever awoken Miri with his drunken shenanigans. But still.

An unfamiliar face appeared on the screen; Rei only knew of Carol and Dorothy. “It’s fine! It didn’t break!” She announced, and a cheering choir of girls could be heard in the background. “So this is Rei-chan? He’s so cute!” She exclaimed, “Kazu-san, you never told me he’s this cute!” 

Girls swarmed in front of the camera, squealing and giggling, “What a cutie!” “This is the pretty face you go home to? Kazu-san, you sly dog—” “Rei-chan, Rei-chan! Tell us what Kazu-san is like at home!” Rei felt his face go hot. What the hell? “Aww, he’s blushing! We’re embarrassing him! How adorable!” “Don’t worry, we don’t touch Kazu-san! He’s all yours!” The girls laughed.

What the hell?

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2:07 am

“Rei—the door won’t open,” Kazuki whined over the phone. He’d finally made it back to the apartment building, but he was long gone. Rei sighed as the elevator arrived at the building lobby, “Coming.”

Upon seeing Rei, Kazuki happily draped himself over Rei’s slimmer frame, crying about forgetting how keys work. He smelled of booze and some tacky cheap perfume that made Rei’s nose itch. He cursed under his breath. Seriously. 28 years of age, behaving like a fucking hot mess. As they exited the elevator on their floor, Kazuki started humming off-key and mumbling some lyrics to himself.

Five minutes later, Rei was standing at the bathroom door, watching Kazuki puking his guts out. Between the dry heaving and whimpering, Rei’d hand him a tissue. He didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy toward his miserable roommate. Why does he like drinking himself into oblivion? Getting a bit tipsy, sure, but Rei absolutely hated the feeling of being wasted. 

At the very least, a blacked-out drunk Kazuki still practiced personal hygiene. He crawled into the shower; Rei passed him his toothbrush and toothpaste. He grabbed a fresh towel and hung it on the door before closing it.

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2:46 am

Rei made some cup noodles. Kazuki came out and stumbled across the living room with the towel around his waist. The steam coming from the bathroom told Rei that Kazuki took a boiling hot shower if his red-as-a-cooked-lobster body didn’t give it away. Traces of minty tea tree scent of his shampoo lingered; somehow, Rei always thought it smelled like mint chocolate. Kazuki dropped himself onto the couch and curled up. Rei pinched his brows.

“Oi,” he said as he chewed, “sleep in your own room.” Kazuki retaliated with inaction and started humming and mumbling again. Rei couldn’t risk letting him fall asleep on the couch like that. The bathroom was damp and nasty; no way he was going to sleep in there tonight. 

“Get up,” he towered over Kazuki, who was making noises like a complaining 4-year-old would. “You’re gonna get a cold.”

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3:11 am

Kazuki finally made it into his room, but not without Rei basically dragging his ass. “Clothes,” he ordered; Kazuki reached into the dresser obediently. Rei figured his job here was done. He wanted to finish his cup noodles, which were probably soggy and cold by now. 

As Rei was about to close the bedroom door, Kazuki turned around and muttered something sing-song-y.

“…small waist…”

“What?”

“You.” Kazuki pointed. 

“What about me?”

Half clothed, Kazuki waltzed over and took Rei for a dance as he hummed. They stumbled around the room if it could be called dancing. Rei was too tired for this shit. Kazuki’s eyes were half closed and hazy, “…big boobies…small waist…”

Rei snickered. What the hell?

“Wait, no,” Kazuki halted all actions and frowned as if he was thinking hard—if he could even think with that soupy brain. 

“Small waist…pretty face.” Kazuki figured out his drunken logic and resumed his shenanigans. 

Quickly losing his patience, Rei maneuvered out of Kazuki’s grasp. “You’re gonna wake Miri.” 

He pointed again, “That’s you,” Kazuki said with a smug grin, “Small waist, pretty face.”

The four words hit Rei like a tsunami of utter embarrassment. Devastated by the increased heart rate and full-body goosebumps followed by a shudder, he was blank. 

While Rei was momentarily immobilized by the sheer humiliation, Kazuki seized the opportunity, launched himself at Rei, and gently grabbed hold of that small waist he wouldn’t shut up about. Then he planted a quick and clumsy kiss right on Rei’s gaping lips, knocking his own teeth on his. 

They toppled over and fell into bed. Kazuki clung to Rei and snuggled in. His hand crept up to cup that pretty face of Rei’s as he let out a satisfied sigh.

Rei’s eyes widened. 

What the hell?

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Days went on as usual. For Kazuki, at least. 

Trapped under an arm and a leg that night, Rei didn’t dare move a finger until the lousy drunk began snoring. He sneaked downstairs and curled up on the couch, with a mind so loud and noisy that he was wide awake until daybreak. 

“Papa, what are we eating?” Miri’s relentless poking forced Rei to get up at around 9:30 am. Lethargic and hungry (he didn’t get to finish his late-night cup noodles,) he dragged his feet into the kitchen and poured themselves some new cereal Miri insisted on buying the other day. They sat at the table. His head was spinning and his body felt heavy; this sensation was akin to a hangover.

The door upstairs creaked open, giving Rei a heart attack. He could hear Kazuki’s footsteps and the loud groans. He started to panic, which was totally unbecoming of one of the organization’s top assassins. Rei had three seconds to hide, yet he wasted that precious time sweating bullets holding a spoon. Pathetic. 

“Good morning, Miri and—“ Kazuki paused, and so did Rei’s heart. Kazuki stretched audibly. “Good morning, Rei.”

“Papa is so late!”

“Hehe, my bad. Went to bed late.” Kazuki stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. “Hmm? Did I make cup noodles and didn’t finish last night?” 

Rei stared at his bowl of rainbow cereal, thinking he might be dying of anxiety. “…no, that was me.”

“Then clean it up, man. I don’t want to get bugs in here,” Kazuki nagged. 

“Like unicorn stag beetles?” The daycare had a field day at a museum and Miri had since been obsessed with various shiny cool bugs. 

“No, Miri, no… the gross ones. Like roaches.” 

“Lame.”

“Language, young lady.”

“But lame isn’t a bad word! Taiga-kun said so.”

“Well, Taiga-kun isn’t your papa. Or Anna-sensei.”

“Anna-chan said **** is a bad word,” Miri muttered under her breath.

Rei wasn’t sure of anything anymore. 

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Of course, Kazuki didn’t remember shit, nor did he have a hangover. 

“Just a bit tired. Why do you ask?”

Rei swallowed nervously. “You threw up last night.”

“I did? Shit, man. Did you have to deal with it?”

“You threw up in the toilet.”

Kazuki scrunched his nose, “Sorry you had to see that.”

That was the least of what I had to see, “I’ve seen worse.”

The blonde man groaned and put his face into his hands. “Please. Don’t. I don’t want to remember that.”

“You don’t even remember shit.”

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It had been a week since.

Since what? That dipshit was drunk out of his mind, making up some songs about big boobs, small waist, and pretty face. He said Rei was the last two things, kissed him on the mouth, then promptly fell asleep on top of him. 

What the hell even happened. It all felt like a fever dream. Rei couldn’t get himself to act like himself. Kazuki had blacked out, so he went about as if nothing had happened. Rei couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. On the one hand, they didn’t have to talk about anything or pretend to be normal; on the other, he had to pretend to be normal. 

Everything that wouldn’t cause Rei to bat an eyelash became weird.

Kazuki walking down the stairs in the morning.

Kazuki returning home after walking Miri to daycare. 

Kazuki complaining about the cold (it was not that cold.)

Kazuki’s wordless pat on his shoulder while he watered the plants. 

Kazuki folding his boxers (well, clothes, but particularly boxers) neatly. 

Kazuki’s hands when he picked up Miri.

Kazuki handing him his preferred furikake at dinner. 

Kazuki nagging him about the pile of wood ear mushrooms he picked out.

Kazuki’s hair, still wet after a shower. 

Kazuki’s pink sweatshirt. “Millennial pink,” he said. 

Kazuki saying good night. To Miri.

Kazuki laughing at his epic in-game death that happened immediately after he sat down next to him with two beers in hand. 

Kazuki leaving a light in the kitchen on when he plays games past midnight; not too dim and not too bright. 

Kazuki’s presence. 

Kazuki. 

Kazuki’s very existence. 

What the hell is going on?

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After waving Miri goodbye at the daycare front gate on a cold, rainy day, Rei made a detour. 

“Please help me, Kyuutarou-san.”

“You scared me for a second, Rei-kun,” Kyu said as he prepared a hot milk tea for an unlikely visitor. “Given that Miri-chan had a fever last time you came to me like this.”

“Sorry.”

“So what is it this time, if she was fine?”

Rei started at the cup. It had a delicate, curvy handle. It had the same curly pattern on the side, too. It was emerald green and rich mahogany—

“Rei?”

He looked up, fixing his gaze on the shelves behind Kyu. He swallowed. 

“How is… Kazuki?”

“Why are you asking me? You two live together.”

Shit. “Uh, um, was he weird when he came here last week?”

“No?” Kyu was getting frustrated with this roundabout nonsense. “What is this about? Shoot. I don’t have all day.”

Rei felt like he was going to explode. He was filled with thoughts but no words. No words at all. He fidgeted on the bar stool while Kyu habitually polished an already spotless glass. 

“If you’re not gonna—“

“Okay, okay,” it’s spilling. Rei’s face was all scrunched up. Pretty face. 

“Kazuki kissed me.”

A brief silence followed the crisp sound of glass shattering; it slipped out of Kyu’s usually steady hands. 

“…alright. And what do you need help with?” Kyu said with a deadpan. 

“The glass…” Rei got up from his seat, only for Kyu to stop him with a show of hand. He sat back down as ordered. 

“I, uh, don’t know what to do,” Rei said to the cup of milk tea that had gone lukewarm. 

Never in Kyu’s criminal career had he thought that a fellow associate would come to him for personal advice. He took off the glasses and rubbed on the bridge of his nose. 

“Are you fine with it?” He asked. 

“Huh?”

“I said are you fine with it.” He is flustered. My word. Kyu thought to himself. 

“I mean, we’re partners—work partners. And there’s Miri. We take care of Miri, together. I don’t know. Is this fine? But, like, he was drunk. And he doesn’t remember. This is really weird. I don’t know…” Rei took a sharp breath, “Is this okay?”

“I can’t tell you that,” Kyu leaned back against the shelves, arms crossed. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Rei wanted to come up with an answer, but it was all just white noise in his head. 

“It didn’t feel, um, wrong. I guess.”

“Then there you have it.”

“But it feels really weird—“

“Drink your tea now. I have work at 10.”

“He also said I’m small waist—“

“You’re pushing it. Out. Now.” Kyu took away the untouched tea and dumped it in the sink. “The weird part, you’d have to figure it out. The two of you.” Kyu said to Rei before shutting the door of Yadorigi. 

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9:37 pm

Rei figured working out and watching something might clear his head—or occupy his mind.

Kazuki came out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. “Rei, you’re acting weird,” He glared. “Why did you go up and stay in your room this morning?”

And whose fault is it? Rei narrowed his eyes. “Nothing.”

“Eh, whatever.” He shrugged and resumed busily typing on his phone. Rei glanced over. It’s either the moms in Miri’s class or the girls at Fairy Lips. 

“Alrighty! Going out later.” Kazuki tossed the phone on the couch and sat down in front of the TV. “Tsk. I just showered.”

“Huh?”

“I said I’m going out.”

“…with who?”

“Dorothy. Why?”

“Nothing.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

The sound from the TV filled the otherwise awkward silence. The ice skater jumped but fell on landing. He then picked up the pace and nailed the remaining jumps flawlessly. He stood in the center of the rink, arm stretched in the glory, eyes searching for his coach in the crowd. 

And he found him. 

Kazuki gasped as the tender-eyed coach tackled the skater and both fell onto the ice. “They so just kissed. They totally kissed. No?” Kazuki turned around, eager to confirm with Rei what he’d just seen. 

“I’m going.” Rei released his hands and straightened his torso; his skin was dewy with sweat. It took Kazuki a few seconds to realize what he had just heard. 

“Wait. What?”

“I’m going out, too.”

He almost couldn’t recognize this man. 

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“Then I said,” Kazuki slammed down the beer stein and wheezed, “Girl, what if you float in the ocean because of your fake boobs!” Dorothy cackled and punched Kazuki’s bicep. “So that’s why she was talking about taking them out!” Rei sat and watched the two in hysterics, wondering if it was a mistake tagging along. 

But he had to know. 

“Okay, okay, whew.” Kazuki fanned himself, “All that laughing almost made me piss myself.”

“Gross. Go.” Dorothy jokingly slapped Kazuki’s behind as he stood up. 

“Hey! Hands off the private property.” He turned his head with a dopey grin. Dorothy giggled and shooed him away. 

“Sorry about that, Rei-kun. We were just talking about one of the girls.” Dorothy took a drink of water, “She’s retiring and moving to Okinawa to get married.”

Rei nodded politely, then down the beer he’d been clutching. “Dorothy-san…”

“Dorothy. Dorothy is fine. Don’t san me, makes me feel old,” she chuckled, chin resting on her hand. Rei had no idea how old she was. He couldn’t tell. 

“So, Dorothy.” He cleared his throat, “had Kazuki, uh, ever said anything about me?” 

“Oh, hun, he wouldn’t shut up about you,” Dorothy looked at Rei’s rather serious face, “My, he still hasn't done it, huh?” 

“Done what?”

“I thought that you came along tonight because—“ Dorothy paused, narrowing her eyes, studying Rei’s face as if he was a rare and fascinating specimen. “You two are some very funny people, you know that?”

“Eh?”

Dorothy flashed a knowing smile and leaned in. “I’m just going to tell you. I’d be doing that idiot a favor, anyway.” She gestured at Rei to huddle closer and put one hand next to her mouth. “He adores you.”

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2:03 am

“Dude, you were pounding it! What the hell?” Kazuki laughed, “Who were you trying to impress?” They were walking home, slowly, with Rei’s arm over Kazuki’s shoulder, and Kazuki’s arm around Rei. 

Rei pouted, eyes closed. “Nobody.” 

“And you got along so well with Dorothy! I mean, you’ve met before, but it’s not like—Hey! Keep those legs moving.”

Rei felt fuzzy and warm. He felt safe walking with his eyes closed. It all made sense now. 

2:35 am

Kazuki made his drunk roommate brush his teeth and change clothes before he collapsed on the couch. Too lazy to take another shower, Kazuki retreated into his bedroom. 

Then a knock on the door followed by it cracking open. It was Rei, wrapped in his blanket. 

“What’s up?” Kazuki asked. 

And somehow Rei took it as an invitation; he promptly waltzed in and climbed in bed next to him. 

“Hey, what the hell?”

“I’m sleeping here.”

“Huh?”

“I’m sleeping here tonight.” Rei burrowed in. 

How was Kazuki to say no to this face? He stared at Rei for a while, then settled back in bed. Only now he lay wide awake. After a bit of toss and turn, Kazuki glanced over; he could just make out Rei’s sharp features under the brightness of a full moon seeping through the blinds. He could hear him breathing, even and calm. 

“Pain in the ass,” he whispered, pulling the blanket to cover Rei’s shoulder. He remembered bits and pieces of the night when they had a going away party at Fairy Lips. There was a stupidly catchy song stuck in his head. He remembered dropping his phone, the hot shower, and Rei’s stunned face. 

In his fuzzy memory, Rei’s face was dangerously close. So close that he would’ve brushed his lips against his it if he’d stretched his neck just a little. Kazuki hoped that he didn’t. But he also wished he did. 

A petty face, under the moonlight. So hazy yet so clear. 

Some cold toes brushed against his ankle. Kazuki held onto that thought and carefully hooked his leg around Rei’s. Kazuki moved closer, and gently wrapped an arm around Rei’s slim waist, bringing their warm bodies closer together. 

Kazuki rested his eyes. 

Ah. What the hell. 

[The End]

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Safe Haven ~Bang Chan | Day 8.

Pairing: SpaceRebel!Chan x WitchQueen!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU | Sci-Fi AU | Royalty AU | Soulmate AU | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Angst | Smut | Fluff. Series Warnings: Third person POV · Very loose and liberal usage of Star Wars concepts (mostly to refer to weapons and tech). you don’t need to know anything about SW to read this, trust me · Physical descriptions of the main female character such as: can visibly blush, having long hair, and being short · Violence · Swearing · Mature themes and language · Original characters · Graphic smut (later chapters) · Mentions of the members of other groups (later chapters) · No one is straight, beware · Each chapter will include its own individual warnings. Chapters marked as M (Mature) either include highly detailed violence, or smut.

Chapter Warnings: feeling queasy (related to alcohol consumption) · gory mentions of animal dynamics. Word Count: ~6k | AO3

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for a 18+ audience only. Minors do not interact. ✰This chapter has been reworked as of 16/08/2023

Previous Chapter: Day 7. | Series Masterlist. | Next Chapter: Day 9.

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

“I take it we’re not training today?” Wang Eun’s teasing voice broke through the slight ache in his head when Chan woke up.

“Not unless you want to see my insides all over the training grounds, holy crap”, Chan lightly massaged his temples, trying to ease some of the tension there. He hadn’t expected the alcohol to hit him as bad as it had, he’d clearly not drunk enough to wipe his memory clean, but just enough to lower his inhibitions and essentially kick his ass. “Feels like a truck ran me over”.

“So… Had fun last night?” Wang Eun handed him a glass of water, which Chan downed in one go. His tone had an edge of something, highlighted by the knowing smirk painted on his features. “Drink this, it’ll help”.

Wang Eun handed Chan a vial full of a mysterious forest green liquid, which he took and brought close to his face, analysing the contents inside. Whatever was in it, was thicker than a regular water-based liquid. “Do I wanna know what’s in this?”

“No”, Wang Eun chuckled, amused by the grimace that came to Chan’s face after he gulped the liquid. “Heard your friends are coming back today, by the way”, he added, handing Chan another glass of water.

Chan took the glass immediately. Thankfully, the water removed some of the sticky residue that the mysterious liquid had coated his tongue with. “What time? Do you know?”

“Some time in the afternoon, probably. Her Majesty has asked us to ensure their rooms are prepared and that food’s ready for them”, Wang Eun busied himself by placing Chan’s breakfast on the table, clearly making a conscious effort to not look towards Chan’s naked form on the bed.

Chan appreciated the gesture, truly. He found the trousers he’d discarded last night at the end of the bed and put them on. Then, he adjusted himself in them, trying his best to conceal the clear signs of a chub. Wang Eun was a guy, and he probably understood the struggles of morning wood, but Chan honestly preferred to keep his modesty for the time being.

He crossed the space from his bed to the washroom. Splashing his face with cold water, he tried to clear some of the fogginess in his brain. Whatever the liquid Wang Eun gave him was, must’ve been working, since the pressure in his head was easing slightly every minute that passed.

With a fresh face and the minty taste of toothpaste now on his tongue, Chan finally made it out of the washroom. He couldn’t hide the look of surprise on his face as he saw Wang Eun sitting at the table, clearly waiting for him to come out. He made his way to the chair opposite him, and sat down, taking a hold of a spoon so he could start eating.

“What? Are you eating breakfast with me today?” Chan asked, curious.

“No”, Wang Eun leaned forward, crossing his arms and resting them on the table. He was smirking, which immediately made alarm bells go off in Chan’s head. “Are you not gonna tell me what happened last night?”

“What do you mean?” Chan chuckled, slurring his words slightly as he spoke between mouthfuls of food. “I don’t think it takes a ship repair engineer to know what happened last night. I went out, drank, stuffed myself full of delicious food, drank more, and walked around the castle town”.

“That’s it? Nothing else?” Wang Eun sounded genuinely incredulous.

“What else is there?” Chan looked at him, confused by what the man in front of him was saying, or even trying to imply. He’d done everything Wang Eun already knew he would do, was there something he missed?

“I don’t know… First night out! No lads, no lasses? Nothing? Not even a few numbers here and there?” Was that… disappointment in his voice?

Chan blinked, both perplexed and amused at the man’s outburst. “I didn’t go out to get laid, Wang Eun. I went out to eat. Plus, I was with Her Majesty the entire time”.

“Oh? The whole entire time? You were gone for hours”, there was an edge of something in Wang Eun’s words, something dangerous that would definitely be insufferable if fed to. “Interesting”.

“Yes? What’s this all about?”

“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all”, Wang Eun stood up, with a smirk on his lips. “I’ll leave you to eat, will be back later for the plates”.

Before Chan could say anything else, the man was already out the door. 

He scoffed, the dull ache in his head seemed to be returning after the incessant questioning. Chan decided to ignore it, he was too tired to dissect the encounter further. It was probably just Wang Eun being nosy and wanting gossip–which at this point Chan already knew to be Wang Eun’s sustenance, even more than food and sex.

Once his plate was empty, Chan made his way into the washroom again to get ready for a morning of repairs on his ship.

Chan left the Big Bad Wolf as soon as he was informed his friends would be arriving soon. Even if he wouldn’t admit it outloud, his hands were slightly shaky, which was a telltale sign of his excitement. He made his way through the many corridors of the castle, towards the courtyard he knew his friends would be arriving in–the same one where they had left from.

In all honesty, he missed them deeply. The castle had become a comfortable, safe place for him during his stay here, but he missed the familiarity of his friends–their silly jokes, their annoying comments, and just their presence in general. Having them close to him again would ease a great deal of his worries as well, since every day he’d be stressed about what was happening to them out there, until they called and confirmed to him that everything was going great.

Chan stepped out into the courtyard, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked towards a bench in front of the tall bushes that framed the area. He sat down, and his leg started to bounce a bit while he waited. He was already creating a schedule in his mind for things they should probably catch up on when his friends came back–talking to their friends at their base, showing them the training grounds, maybe even taking them to the castle town…

A rustling of leaves startled him, and his head snapped up towards the sound expecting to see his friends. However, what he saw first was Freyja, seemingly chasing something in the bushes far ahead from where he sat. He was used to seeing the big panther out and about by now, even without her owner, but her company this time gave him pause. The High King’s giant wolf stalked the bushes as well. It was like both animals had teamed up to catch whichever creature was trying to hide from them.

The sight of the wolf still surprised Chan. Freyr was twice the size of Freyja, pretty much taller than himself–which was, admittedly, not that hard, considering he wasn’t a particularly tall person, but for a wolf it was very intimidating. He briefly wondered if Freyr was as friendly as Freyja, and the thought of petting the giant wolf was suddenly incredibly tempting… He was starting to believe he truly had lost his sense of self-preservation in the crash.

He saw Freyja pounce, going head first into the bushes. After a few moments, he heard a snap, followed by an unpleasant crack. She pulled back from the bushes, with an unidentified rodent limp in her mouth.

With a snap of her jaw, Freyja cut the rodent in half, and started to chew her half–bones and all. Freyr came close, and took the other half from where it fell on the ground, chewing it as soon as he had it fully in his mouth.

It was both disgusting and endearing, seeing the two work together for a treat. Chan briefly wondered, had the Queen been here, would she have let Freyja eat the rodent? 

The sound of a revving engine brought Chan’s attention back towards the faraway trees, just in time to see three speeders break through the forest, making a beeline to the courtyard. A smile made its way onto his face as he stood up, just the sight of his friends warmed him up from the inside out. Felix was in the lead, regarding Chan with an enthusiastic wave as he sped up in his direction.

The moment Felix’s speeder was parked a few metres in front of Chan, the younger man flung himself off of it, and sprinted the rest of the way to embrace Chan in a tight hug. Laughter bubbled within them, and it finally spilled freely from their mouths when they hugged right there in the middle of the courtyard.

Changbin came right after, he threw himself at his two friends, and he and Chan effectively created a Felix sandwich. Chan patted their backs, with a splitting smile on his face. “Good to see you guys safe and sound”.

“Good to see you”, Felix shimmied his way out of his friends’ arms. “Hope you didn’t miss us too much”.

“Oh, none of that. I hope you missed us a lot”, Changbin added, chuckling.

“I did”, Chan admitted, with a chuckle of his own passing his lips.

Dev finally arrived, and he unmounted his speeder to walk over to the group. He extended his hand towards Chan, which he immediately took in his to shake it in a friendly gesture. “Good to see you again, Chan”.

“Likewise”, Chan meant it, it was good to see them all again. “Let me help you with all this”.

The boys got to work, unloading all the remaining supplies from the speeders, just as an animated chatter flowed between them, as they told Chan stories of their trip. Felix was especially enthusiastic, he described in detail all the new spells he’d learnt, as well as all the new things he was now able to do with his magic thanks to Her Majesty’s guidance.

Chan told them stories of his own as well. Changbin’s eyes lit up immediately the moment Chan mentioned the training grounds, eager to go there himself to try it out. Chan also told them his latest updates on the ship, and of all the delicious food he’d tried.

Dev just listened, letting the boys catch up with a smile on his face as he placed bags on the grass. Changbin was commenting on a particularly large deer they saw from afar, when a sudden voice made the words catch in his throat.

“Oi, Seo Changbin!”

Her Majesty’s voice resonated through the space, loud and stern. A flash of panic crossed Changbin’s features, “Shit–” was the only sound to come out of his mouth before his body flew a few metres back, leaving a trail on the grass upon landing.

Chan’s eyes widened in surprise, eyes darting from Her Majesty’s smirking form by the stairs, to Felix holding in his laughter–with tears pricking his eyes, if he might add–and Dev, who shook his head in apparent disapproval–although the wide smile on his face gave away his true feelings instantly.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty! I didn’t mean it!” Changbin knelt on the ground, right where he’d landed, with his hands clasped in front of his face, begging for forgiveness.

The Queen crossed the space, moving from the stairs in the courtyard’s entrance towards Changbin’s kneeling form.

“I’m sorry!” He kept apologising, rubbing his palms repeatedly against each other. 

Her Majesty brought her right hand to his face. “Stay still, and suffer”, she pulled her middle finger with the other hand, quickly releasing it to flick his forehead with a loud smack.

Felix bursted out laughing then, and Dev immediately followed. Chan was just confused, looking between Changbin and the Queen as the man rubbed his forehead.

“That’s what you get for calling the spell I taught Felix a cheap party trick”.

Chan huffed out a chuckle at her words, as soon as they were out there, the entire exchange finally made sense to him. 

She extended her hand to Changbin, which he immediately took to hoist himself up with a smile on his face.

“Lesson learned”, he pouted, rubbing his forehead again.

“Were you seriously dumb enough to say that? To her? Directly to her face? Wow”, Chan teased him, crossing his arms over his chest.

“He truly was! The nerve…” Her Majesty chuckled.

The Queen turned to Dev then. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. “I missed you, my friend”.

“Me too, Your Majesty. Hope you didn’t struggle too much without me these days”, he patted her back, the gesture was almost apologetic.

“I managed”, she pulled back with a smile that made her eyes crinkle at the corners. “Let’s catch up over tea”.

She turned to Felix, pulling him in for a hug, which he reciprocated in kind. “You did so well! I’m so proud of you”, she added, moving her hands to cup his cheeks and lightly squish them together.

Felix giggled, and a blush started adorning his cheeks among the sea of freckles.

“Wow, you guys talked enough to become this close?” Chan couldn’t help but ask. There was no edge in his voice, he was genuinely just curious.

“It’s a magic thing”, Felix shrugged, as if that explained everything.

Chan was about to comment something, but a hand on his shoulder made him jump on the spot, he whipped his face to the side to find an amused Wang Eun looking back at him.

“Wang Eun, you need to stop doing that. You’re taking literal years off my life every time you do”.

“Sorry”, Wang Eun, as usual, didn’t look sorry at all. “Feeling better?”

“You’re not feeling well?” Her Majesty inquired. A flash of worry crossed her features briefly, but the look was gone before Chan could ponder on it.

“He’s hungover”, Wang Eun offered.

Chan stared daggers at Wang Eun. “Was. I’m fine now”. He was, in fact, not fine. The dull ache in his head was still very much present, but he was actively ignoring it.

“Ah, makes sense. First experience with Lira Le’s spirit drinks”, the Queen chuckled.

“Chan doesn’t drink often, I’m not surprised if you truly were hungover”, Changbin added, directing his last sentence to Chan.

Her Majesty was about to say something, as soon as he saw the look in her eyes Chan knew she meant trouble, so he decided to cut it all off immediately. “Anyway!” He slung an arm around Changbin’s shoulders, almost putting him in a headlock. “Let’s get this over with so we can go give a call to the kids, yeah?”

He took a hold of Wang Eun’s elbow and pulled him and Changbin towards the bags on the floor next to the speeders. Crouching on the grass, Chan busied himself as he threw bags on their arms.

Her Majesty turned to Felix, with a soft smile on her lips. “Let me know if you want to do some training later, yeah? I’ll be more than happy to give you a hand”.

“I’d really appreciate that, Your Majesty. Thank you”, Felix was beaming at the prospect of learning new techniques.

“Well then, I’ll see you guys later. I’ve got to catch up with my assistant”, Her Majesty walked over to Dev’s speeder, and picked up the box that was tied to the back of it. She turned to Chan, addressing him while he was still throwing bags at Changbin and Wang Eun. “Take it easy, we don’t want you to be passing out from your hangover, Chris”, she emphasised his name with a chuckle.

Chan just scoffed. A chuckle of his own fell from his lips as he watched her walk over to Dev, and pull him towards the castle. Changbin eyed Chan as he stood up and took a hold of the last bags on the floor. He decided to ignore the questioning look in Changbin’s eyes. Whatever it was the younger man wanted to ask him, was probably something he himself wouldn’t even know how to answer.

Wang Eun took all of Dev’s belongings, and excused himself before he left them there so he could take Dev’s bags into the castle. Chan, Changbin, and Felix simply took their bags and went on their way towards their chambers, happily chatting with each other.

“So, what was it that you had to retrieve anyway?” Chan asked.

Repairs had ceased for the day in the Big Bad Wolf; the three rebels took the opportunity to sit by themselves in the main control room of the ship. Earlier, they’d called the rest of their crew at their base of operations to catch up with them. Everyone was at ease finally hearing each other’s voices, finally knowing everyone was safe.

There were no further updates from Dall, and nothing from the other units, either. After the call was finished, they decided to sit down on the floor, and relax by playing a game of cards–an activity they were used to doing whenever they had some time to wind down.

“A crystal”, Changbin offered, placing a card on the pile. “The size of my head. It was deep within the mountains”.

“Neither Dev, nor the Queen said what it’s for, but the thing radiates magical energy several metres away from it”, Felix added, placing a card on the pile, making Chan take two from the second pile.

Chan hummed in response, then gave Felix a dirty look. He didn’t have any cards in his hand that he could use to negate the younger’s attack, so he just picked up two cards. 

“So, are you gonna tell us what you did yesterday or not?” Changbin curiously asked Chan while he played his turn.

“Mmm… I spent most of the day on the repairs of the ship, to be honest”, Chan saw the devilish glint in Felix’s eyes a second too late. He made his move, making Chan pick up four cards

With a sigh, Chan picked up four cards. “I had lunch with the High King. It was… interesting. He asked a bunch of questions, but nothing that would really give the Alliance away, so I’d say it went fine”.

Swears flew from Felix’s lips when Changbin made him pick up four. “Was that before you got drunk?” Felix asked. He was very clearly teasing Chan, and it made his eye twitch.

“I was not drunk”, Chan placed a card, changing the game’s orientation, then continued. “I just got uh… tipsy. Listen, those drinks are no joke. I’ll take you there myself and we’ll see how you guys hold up”.

“Would you even remember where there was?” Changbin chuckled, placing a card that changed the pile’s colour.

Chan gave him a dirty look, whether it was for the comment he made or the colour change, it wasn’t really clear. “I remember everything, thank you very much”, he picked up a card from the other pile, since he had no colours in his hand he could play.

He did, truly. Chan remembered every single detail. The taste of the food, the way Freyja would stretch every so often as she laid in front of them while they ate, the way the stars twinkled… He remembered every single place Her Majesty showed him, every single comment of appreciation she made, the way her face lit up while she tugged him along to point out a specific store she liked buying wares from. His mind wandered, and memories upon memories from last night flooded his senses.

“Hey”, Changbin snapped his fingers in front of Chan’s face, bringing him back from his thoughts. “You listening to me?”

Chan blinked, his eyes roamed Changbin’s face as he tried to recall what he’d said. Had he spoken to Chan at all? If he had, Chan didn’t hear it. “No”.

“I said, you seem to have made good acquaintances with Her Majesty”.

“I guess so”, Chan replied simply, placing a card on the pile. “We have certainly interacted a lot”.

Memories flashed briefly in his mind, particularly the memory of her warm hands between his own that night in the small courtyard… Once again, he decided to ignore it.

“And?” Changbin pushed, placing a card.

“And what?” Panic brewed within Chan with his friend’s question, when every abstract and inappropriate thought surrounding the Queen that he’d been trying to push down bubbled back to the surface. This wasn’t the time to dissect them, the moment he started to do that, they would surely materialise fully in his mind, and he didn’t have the strength to deal with that right now.

“Well, you think she can be trusted? I mean, we’ve been speaking with her, but talking to her in person could be vastly different”, Changbin urged.

“Oh”, Chan couldn’t help but sound relieved, a tone that clearly took Changbin by surprise, if the slight furrow in his brow was anything to go by. Chan recovered quickly, though, and he cleared his throat. “I trust her”, he knew the feeling was genuine as soon as he said it. “So far she’s done nothing that’d make me think otherwise”.

“I told you”, Felix told Changbin, placing a card on the pile. “I trust her, too”.

Changbin hummed. “Okay, I’ll trust your judgement. I think I feel a similar way too, anyway”, he added, playing his turn.

“There’s one thing, though…” Chan commented, when the memory of the High King’s injury came back to him. He wouldn’t mention Her Majesty’s magic, just as he promised, but his friends needed to know what happened, and if anyone would be able to help him sort his thoughts out, it would be them.

Changbin and Felix stopped placing cards, shifting their focus completely to Chan.

“His Majesty… You know he was injured, right?” Changbin and Felix just nodded, encouraging Chan to continue. “I think… he might’ve been hurt by one of the Charmer’s creatures”.

“What? Didn’t Her Majesty say he had nothing to do with the Alliance?” Felix’s surprise was evident in his tone, and in the way his eyebrows rose high on his forehead.

“Exactly. That’s why I don’t really understand why he’d be attacked by one of them”, Chan tapped his fingers on the floor, staying deep in his thoughts for a few moments, until he spoke again. “I mean, it’s just speculation, no one’s said anything about it. But I don’t know any other creature in the galaxy that can inflict such a wound”.

“Me neither”, Changbin offered.

The game was now completely forgotten, reduced to a messy pile on the floor in front of them.

“Honestly, I don’t think it’s particularly worrying, but it’s something that’s been on the back of my mind since the incident”, Chan added, placing his hands on the floor behind him and leaning back, looking up at the ceiling of his ship.

“Well, if you’ve gotten close to her… Couldn’t you ask? That way you’d be at ease”, Felix asked, adjusting his position to spread his legs in front of him.

Chan snorted at the question. “What should I ask? ‘Hey, is your brother a Charmer supporter or not?’”

“Brother?!” The question left his friends’ lips in unison. Changbin and Felix were clearly surprised, and Chan honestly couldn’t blame them.

“Shit, wait. It’s not like that!” Chan laughed, his friends had probably assumed the same thing he had many days ago. “They’re twins, and no, they’re not married. It’s just how it works here, apparently”.

“Huh… A lot of Dev’s comments make sense all of a sudden”, Felix commented. “One in particular had me very confused until this very moment… Something about the High King and the Queen being together since birth”.

“Yeap”, Chan felt Changbin’s burning gaze on his side profile, so he turned to look at his friend. What he found was Changbin’s devilish smirk, which made Chan mentally sigh, already expecting what would follow.

“Oh, so Her Majesty might be single, then?” Changbin asked, giving Chan a knowing look.

Chan ignored that look, simply answering, “she is”.

“How do you know?” Felix asked, curious.

“I, uh”, Chan looked back up to the ceiling, suddenly unable to keep his friends’ heavy gaze. “I asked”.

“So… You’re close enough to ask her if she’s single but not if her brother is friends with the enemy?” One of Felix’s eyebrows rose on his face, looking at Chan with a questioning glint in his eyes.

“It just came up”, Chan shrugged. “Anyway, we should probably be heading back. It’s almost time for supper”, he stood up, and wiped his hands on his trousers.

Changbin and Felix exchanged a look, which Chan decided to ignore. He made his way to the entrance of the main control room, and turned back to look at his friends. “You coming?”

Felix looked at Changbin for a second, and then shrugged. He stood up and walked towards Chan, while Changbin eyed Chan for a few moments longer. Clearly, Changbin decided to not press him any further. He stood up and walked over to his friends as well, and slung an arm around each pair of shoulders.

“Let’s go get stuffed up, boys. I’m starving”.

Chan figured that taking a stroll before bed would be a good idea. Changbin and Felix turned in for the night early in the evening, since the aftermath of their trip finally caught up to them. Chan could literally see them doze off while he talked to them in Felix’s chambers. They deserved their rest, and he wasn’t going to take that away from them, even if he wanted a few more hours of their company.

He felt immensely relieved now that his friends were in the castle with him. But even then, Chan had a lot of thoughts floating aimlessly in his head. His body and mind were too tired to write them out tonight, but not tired enough that it’d help him fall asleep. So, he decided that a stroll on one of the many courtyards would be the most suitable option for him at this time.

He walked the familiar corridors until he found the first exit, an archway that led right into one of the biggest courtyards of the castle. He stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep them warm, the gentle wind tousled his already messy hair a bit. He didn’t care much, all he wanted was to feel some semblance of peace, to be comforted by the silence of the night and the twin moons above his head.

Chan walked around the courtyard for as long as his heart desired, his ears attuned to every rustle of leaves with the wind, to every critter flying by… The sounds of the night helped him feel grounded, which was exactly what he needed. 

He spotted a large fountain, and his feet immediately walked him to it, to sit on the wide rim of the basin, since he was feeling the first signs of tiredness after walking for so long. He sat there for a long time, just looking up at the stars and the occasional bioluminescent flash of light in the sky.

Suddenly, he felt warmth between his legs, and the change in temperature made him snap his head back down. His eyes locked with the piercing yellow that was staring right at him. Chan chuckled, bringing a hand up to pet Freyja, who sat right between his spread legs.

“Hey, baby girl. Looking extra cute tonight, aren’t you?” Chan couldn’t help but say. Because she did, she looked extra cute surrounded by the distant light coming from the castle. Freyja purred, the sound akin to a revving engine in the quiet of the night.

“She loves that you call her baby girl”, Her Majesty’s voice broke through the silence, walking closer to where Chan sat.

“Of course, she’s my baby girl. Aren’t you, baby?” Chan scratched Freyja’s chin. Her eyes closed, and her purring intensified.

The Queen chuckled, sitting down next to Chan. Her hair was wet, and she had a towel thrown over her shoulders to catch the stray droplets falling from her head.

“Did you get your head into the basin of a fountain again?” Chan asked, slightly worried as he remembered the first time he saw her do it–after she had lost control while arguing with Skallarg.

“Not this time”, Her Majesty smiled at him. “I’m just coming back from a swim”.

“Ah, the pool”, Chan remembered Wang Eun telling him about the existence of the pool in the castle… 

As the silence stretched over between them, and while he kept petting baby Freyja, a question danced on the tip of his tongue. He debated whether to ask it or not for a while, but, ultimately he gave in at the prospect of a positive answer. “You think I could use it?”

“What? The pool?” The Queen asked, placing her hands behind her and leaning back on them.

“Yeah. I know it’s past the restricted area, but I was wondering if I could use it”.

Her Majesty hummed. She stayed silent for a while, just looking at the sky, while her fingers tapped the concrete surface of the fountain’s rim. After an intake of breath she finally spoke again, “I trust you”.

Chan’s eyebrows rose in surprise, his eyes moved from Freyja to look at her instead. She wasn’t looking at him, her eyes were still trained on the sky above them. “I trust you won’t damage anything in that wing, so it’s fine by me if you want to use the pool”, she turned to look at him finally, and a bright smile lit up her features. “No restrictions for you in the castle anymore”.

Chan blinked for a moment, keeping quiet, until a soft laugh passed his lips, turning his eyes back towards the sky. All of a sudden, holding her gaze felt like too much, the hum resonating in his skull was too distracting as her words played back on repeat in his mind.

“Thanks”, he weakly added, his voice barely a whisper.

“How’re you feeling?” She asked, bringing the towel up from her shoulders to squeeze water out of her hair. He knew she was inquiring about Wang Eun’s comment from earlier, about his stupid hangover.

“I still have a headache”, he admitted. “But other than that I feel great. Truly”.

Her Majesty laughed, and the sound started an involuntary flutter in his heart. “I shouldn’t have bought that many bottles last night”.

Chan chuckled. His next words flew by his lips without much thought. “You’re right. It’s all your fault, witch”.

Her Majesty huffed out a laugh, slightly incredulous. “Getting bold, are we, Christopher?” She was teasing him of course, engaging in some playful banter. There was no real hint of offence in her voice.

With a chuckle, Chan waved his hand, as if to dismiss his previous comment. “I’m joking. I had fun, that’s what matters”.

“I did, too”, her comment made heat spread from his chest to the back of his neck. He decided to ignore that. 

Freyja moved away from between Chan’s legs, and her body made an arch as she stretched. She trotted forward, plopped herself on the grass, and rolled on her back, squirming in place like she was scratching herself with the blades of grass under her. 

“I’m glad your friends are back”, the Queen spoke, which made him look back at her. “You look happy”, she added, with a smile on her face. Her eyes crinkled at the corners with it, and the gesture certainly made her look her age. She didn’t look like her usual poised self, but more like how she did last night. She just looked… young.

Even though she was leading her planet, even though she was rebelling in the shadows, the Queen was young. Just like he was. They were both just a young man and a young woman, doing their best to withstand the weight life had placed on their shoulders as best as they could…

“I guess I am happy”, his heart thumped fast in his chest, and it felt like that incessant hum in his head was pushing him to do something. It was an urge that crept all the way up from deep within his chest, one that threatened to bloom into existence. It was something he dared not name, at least not yet.

They stayed there, sat on the concrete rim of the fountain, eyes looking into each other. He saw her eyes move, scanning his face, and he wondered for a moment if he might’ve been doing the same. Eventually, her exploring eyes settled… She was looking at his mouth, Chan was sure of it. He felt the pull, and he realised then that he wanted to–No, he needed to lean in. The thought had dangerously escaped that box of feelings he had buried as far as he could within his heart.

Before he could act on this sudden urge, she looked back up into his eyes, and regarded him with a smile before she looked away, towards the panther chasing critters in the grass. The abrupt loss of eye contact almost gave him whiplash, his whole body was suddenly tense, almost like a bucket of water had been dunked over his head.

Chan was aware now. Aware of his own feelings, and the realisation was burning him alive, overwhelming him right there where he sat.

He gathered his thoughts as best as he could, quickly pulling up his walls around him–or, more accurately, around his heart. So, he focused his eyes on Freyja, who was trying to break into a bush further ahead. This just wasn’t the time to deal with his feelings. Not with the Queen so close, with her warmth so tempting right next to him within his reach. Chan was entering a dangerous territory within himself, and he needed to be pulled back out quickly.

“Anyway”, Her Majesty spoke then, bringing his attention back to her. “Don’t be surprised if my brother invites all of you for lunch tomorrow. He hasn’t told me anything, but I know he loves to put his nose into other people’s business”.

Chan chuckled, the sound was slightly strained, but not enough to bring suspicions–or at least he hoped so… “It’s fine. The boys are way more charming than I am. I’m sure he’ll like them”.

“We’ll see”, she stood up, and stretched her arms over her head before she turned back to look at him. “I have to go now. Sleep well, Chris”.

She called Freyja, who immediately pulled herself from the bush she had gotten half of her body in, and trotted towards her owner. Her Majesty walked away for her form to disappear within the castle walls. As soon as she was out of his view, Chan stood from the base of the fountain, and he made his way back to his chambers with hurried steps.

The moment his door closed behind him, Chan rested his back on it. The back of his head lightly hit the surface, repeatedly producing minute thuds.

In the darkness of his chambers, he finally came face to face with the truth. His feelings materialised so strongly inside of him, he simply could no longer put them in a box and shove them down deep in his heart to be forgotten, to be left untouched forever. 

Chan liked the Queen. 

He liked her a lot.

He liked her for real. Beyond anything physical, beyond any playful teasing and pretence banter, he truly, truly liked her. Which he knew was, quite possibly, one of the stupidest things he could’ve ever done. Even if it was something he’d done involuntarily.

With a sigh, Chan made his way to the washroom. He plugged the bathtub and opened the tap, and the rapid flow quickly filled up the tub. Once the water level was high enough, he submerged himself in the water. The cold liquid shocked his senses enough to bring him some clarity.

Chan was a calculating man, he liked to plan things ahead to prepare for every possible scenario that could play out. Yet, with this particular situation, he felt lost, unsure on how to deal with it. After all, it had been a long time since he had to deal with anything similar, and, even then, it wasn’t as complicated as it was now.

After his bath, Chan came to the conclusion that this–whatever it was–was something he couldn’t plan ahead for. Resigning himself to just accept the fact that he had feelings he had finally named, he decided to leave it be for the time being.

The ball was rolling, his feelings were blooming, and he simply couldn’t stop them, so he laid on his bed that night, while his brain dissected every single interaction he’d had with the Queen since his arrival, until eventually, he finally managed to fall asleep.

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[sanuske-ramblings]

Fire Emblem Engage Thoughts:

I am so excited for Fire Emblem: Engage. I haven't stopped thinking about it since the reveal and the more I look into it the more excited I am.

Looking at Engage side-by-side with Three Houses, visually it isn't even a contest. Engage is so vibrant and nice to look at. Especially the animations. Three Houses combat had a much different feel to the usual combat because it was aiming for the "commanders on the battlefield" effect. So the attack animations sometimes felt more like toned down warriors animations instead of 1v1 battle animations. Which makes sense given most battles also had battalions chilling in the background. Engage's animations so far are a lot more personal and a lot flashier. The weapon hit effects in this game look so good, and they actually look like they are hitting the enemy as opposed to the massive arcs that the Three Houses attacks had. I have to imagine that ditching the Battalion system probably cleared up a ton of the graphical budget.

I'm not particularly a fan of Toothpaste-chan's design, but honestly it stopped bothering me almost instantly, and the rest of the designs look pretty solid. Overall the art direction is incredibly pleasing to the eye, and hopefully it won't have the same readability issues Three Houses had.

But Mechanics. That's what really has my brain hooked.

Now some of this is just speculation, but we've been given reason to speculate about some of the core mechanical changes. Here are the things that have me the most excited.

It looks like we're getting classes with more of an identity back. Classes seem to be weapon locked which means that each class/character has their own identity instead of classes just being skill containers. Hopefully this is paired with limited re-classing so we have some freedom on customization, but we don't end up with every character being able to be a wyvern lord.

Traditional FE Recruitment. Judging by the leaks, the Jaegan, and the fact that this isn't a school, we're probably heading back to the normal style of recruitment where you pick up random orphans/child soldiers across the story. This means you have a nice stream of replacement units and just new cool dudes joining your team, and that feels a lot more Fire Emblem than Three Houses's "Pick a school, kidnap some students, and then no new units"

Skills. The handful of skills we've seen actually have some massive impact. The Override/Momentum skill that we saw in the trailer where the cavalier charged through multiple units and damage both of them. I want that. I want to see more absurd movement/AOE skills that make you think up new crazy strategies.

The Engage system. I'm a bit hesitant on the idea of "summoning past heroes" because nostalgia bait, but also the idea of having a handful of powerups to assign to your army that give you some powerful and flashy new abilities is super cool and actually seeing it in action has me completely on board.

Maps. We've only seen a few maps so far, but they seem to be smaller and more detailed than Three Houses maps. This can be a good or bad thing depending on your perspective, but I'm hopeful that this means things are more tightly designed and lead to more interesting tactical decisions.

There are a few things that I'm slightly more iffy on, but they are minor issues that I'll need to see how the whole game is before I can really judge them.

Lack of Weapon Durability. Weapon Durability is a very controversial mechanic in many games, but it always felt at home in Fire Emblem. It allows the game to hand you super powerful items early, knowing that you can't just spam them through every challenge. Everybody who's played a classic FE game has had the dilemma of whether or not to fish for a Killer Crit or just beat a dude to death with an iron sword. Fates didn't have weapon durability, so it added downsides to a bunch of the stronger weapons, which sounded like a cool way to balance them, but it ended up making a forged iron sword the best weapon because it didn't have any of the massive penalties. Echoes also didn't have durability, but Echoes is amazing and weird and different.

Fanservice. The core concept of summing past heroes feels unnecessary and feels like just pandering, but also I'm aware that this was supposed to be a 30th anniversary game. Also Lyn is in it and I'm a hypocrite.

And that's about it. I have a few fears with how things could turn out, but otherwise I am 110% on board. I feel like I sounded a bit too harsh on Three Houses, but that's just because comparing them side by side the difference in visual polish between them is astounding. Three Houses is one of my favorite switch games after Smash and Dread, but I am blown away at the early footage of Engage.

[fe-semi-decent-scenarios]

Honestly I think it’s Fire Emblem Engage that kicked the Fire Emblem into being active. I mean, all FE fans can come together on this one, both the old game and new game fans, that’s pretty huge tbh

Over…over toothpaste-chan? Wait, is it actually looking good?

Or are we bonding over distaste. I am inclined to believe this one more ngl.

It’s not another Warriors that’ll make me shake in my boots but then grate every last neuron in my brain to dust as I try to remain focused?

I mean I love the community rising from the pits. I do. There is a reason I almost got the fraldarius crest as a tattoo but just fell short on funds at the time. When we fly we do fly high in this shitshow fandom.

….should I not be treating engage so harshly? To bring together the old and new…you’re so right. That’s huge.

[kellzgamez]

I’m just here for the vibes

I missed Tumblr so I created a gaming account. Probably will repost a lot of Genshin, Fire Emblem, otome games, or whatever else I’m into at the time! I bounce around a lot. 

Games I’m currently playing:

Genshin Impact (I love lore, story, and exploration)

Piofiore: Fated Memories (still early in my first route)

Digimon Survive (good spooky game for the season)

Splatoon 3 (I’m a social Splatoon player! Not really ranked. Just like playing with friends.) 

Collar x Malice Unlimited (I only play routes off and on since the routes seem fairly short and there are a bunch of them)

Fire Emblem Warriors: 3 Hopes (I somehow fell off this entirely, but I want to pick it back up)

VR Chat (also a social gaming thing)

Future To-Play Games:

Cupid Parasite

Bustafellows 2 (it better be localized!!!! I miss Scarecrow)

Fire Emblem Engage (I like Toothpaste-chan)

Code: Realize

probably a lot more games, but can’t think of any more at the moment. I really should have a REAL ongoing list instead of just pulling from my brain. 

[mystic-sky]

part 1 here.

You stirred awake as the sun crept onto the bare back of the man you clung to. His arm was draped over you, chest heaving softly. You looked up at him. Even while he slept he was gorgeous. You could only imagine what you looked like right now. Your brain flashed back to everything that happened the night before.

He fucked you. Spectacularly well. 

You did your best to slip from underneath his grasp without waking him. Slowly but surely, you released yourself from his grip. You didn’t think he’d be a heavy sleeper.

Your feet lightly touched the carpet and you crept towards bathroom. Immediately, pristine and cool tiles laid beneath you as you fathomed over his personal bathing space. You looked around before finding your reflection over the bathroom sink.

“Look what he did to me.” You panic, hickeys panted your neck and chest. You ran your fingertips over the bruised skin.

“I was so into it, I didn’t even think to ask him not to leave any marks.” You whisper quietly as you facepalm yourself.

You used the bathroom and washed your hands promptly before peaking out the door at the beast in his bed. He was still fast asleep, snoring just barely. 

What a fucking princess, you thought. He remained beautiful even in slumber. His hair was disheveled a bit, but he was still gorgeous.

You crept back into bed, wanting to slide beneath his arms again without waking him.

You pouted, laying on your side of the bed neutrally and watching him rest. You couldn’t even attempt to go back to sleep- you couldn’t stop looking at him. You liked this quieter version of him so much. It was almost hard for you to come to terms with the fact of what he was capable of in bed. The things he had already done to you made your face hot.

And then you remembered your declaration of how good the sex was, telling him you’d come back soon. You felt out of your mind. You covered your face from utter embarrassment. Of course you wanted to see him again, but it ticked you off a bit that he predicted that it’d be this way.

Pulling your hands down halfway across your face, your eyes laid on his sleeping frame. You still couldn’t fathom why he liked you. You’d be sure to ask him why later. You could only imagine what dating him would be like. Would he pick you up from work? Did he have siblings for you to meet? What were his favorite foods- and did you even know how to make them?

What was the actual deal with his eyes? Your glance pivoted towards his long white eyelashes. Would he eventually tell you everything? Would he be willing to? 

When you instinctively found yourself bringing a hand to touch his face his eyes shot open. 

“Boo!”

You jumped, nearly falling backwards off the bed as a loud shriek fell from you lips. 

“What is wrong with you?” You clutched your chest as he let out a deep laugh. 

“You stare a lot. I could feel your eyes burning a hole through my body.” He finally said after his good laugh, sitting up.

“I can’t help it.” You said, sucking both your lips into a line. You bit down shyly as you gripped the ends of the t-shirt you wore.

“I never said I minded.” He slid closer to you.

“Wow, you’re even cute with bed hair.” He added. 

“How long have you been awake?” You blush, changing the subject.

“Since you left me all alone to go potty.” He pouted. Your eye twitched. 

“You creep!” You say, clutching a pillow and swinging it at him. 

“I was hoping you were going to cuddle with me again, but then you just laid there ogling at me. Again, I don’t blame you.” He said, bringing a thumb to your chin. You could’ve rolled your eyes, but he was so close all you could think about was him kissing you again. You hoped he would, you were antsy and yearning for a repeat of the prior night’s events.

“What?” You finally said, anxiously breaking the silence.

He blinked softly at you before speaking, “How sweet do you like your coffee?”

You blinked a few times, earning a grin from him. 

“I- Sweet enough?” You blurted. Your mind had wandered off just from him getting close to you like that. “Two sugars I guess, and whatever creamer you’ve got works.”

“I tend to go a bit overboard. So I’ll let you add the stuff you like.” He chuckled, slipping out of the bed. 

“Let me get you some stuff.” He walked towards the linen closet. You could see him in the hallway from the bedroom. He came back with a tooth brush and towel. 

“Everything else is in the bathroom.” He said, handing you the toiletries. 

“Thanks a lot.” You say, getting up on your feet. You hugged the towel to your chest. 

“Holler if you need me. Unless you wanna shower together-

“No.” You say, skidding past him. You walked down the hall, feeling a little shy to shower in his master bathroom. 

“Aww, you’re breaking my heart (Name)-chan.”  He called out.

“You’ll survive.” You say, you could feel his eyes on you as you nervously stepped into the other bathroom.

“I can help you figure out how to turn on the water~”

“I can manage~” You sing back, shutting the door.

He’s got all his stuff in the other bathroom, you thought. You placed the towel and toothbrush on the sink counter. 

“I’ll give him a little space.” You needed a little bit too, you felt frantic at the idea of bathing with him. You had no idea why that felt too intimate and steamy for you. The idea of him bathing you, sudsing your slippery wet body- you knew you were going to fold and let him fuck you if he tried. That or you’d initiate it yourself. 

But it was probably the inevitable sweetness that would follow afterwards that scared you mostly. How playful you knew he would be as he bathed you after you both would cum. He’d probably give you kisses and make fun of you and your inability to stop looking so cute and embarrassed all the time.

Were you ready for intimacy like that? To make you fall in love with him? Heck, you briefly remember him telling you that you might fall for him when he was sexing you hours ago.

You patted your face with your palms repeatedly.

“You’re thinking too much.” You said to yourself before, looking into the large bathroom mirror. 

“I be he’s not overthinking at all. He’s probably nonchalant as fuck right now.” You whispered, finding the toothpaste. You brushed your teeth promptly before removing your shirt. You slid the shower door open and stepped inside, fiddling with the knobs for the right temperature. There were soaps you were and weren’t familiar with. 

Does he really live alone? You found it hard to believe that he was this attractive and single.

Maybe some women can’t take his vain personality, you thought.

After what felt like a long shower from contemplating your decisions from the night prior, you exited the bathroom. You clutched the towel around your damp body as you walked back into his bedroom. You could hear him in the shower, but you saw he had laid out clothes on the bed. 

“Those are for you.” He called out, making you jump. You didn’t realize he heard you walk into the bedroom. 

You stared at the matching hoodie and sweatpants on the bed. He was perfectly content with lending you his clothes and that made your chest warm. 

You found your bra and put it on. You wished you had fresh underwear, but at the same time you’d probably throw up in your mouth a bit if he had that to give to you too.

You slid on the gray sweat pants, tying the jaw string as tight as you could around your waist so they’d fit. Followed by the hoodie, you pulled your hair out the hem of it and looked in the mirror attempting to primp yourself up the best you could. Why does wearing this make it feel like I’m his girlfriend, you thought.

He had good taste in clothes, you hoped this wasn’t his favorite.

“The slides are for you, too.” You heard him say in the doorway. His hair was still dripping wet but out of his of his face and pushed back.  He gripped the towel around his torso before walking up to one of his drawers.

“What slides- oh.” You peer down at the black sandals beside the bed.

“I’ve got socks for you, too. You’re about to look like a little me~” He cooed. He seemed happy to dress you up and you stood there awkwardly, cheeks red.

“Thanks. I was fine with going home in my dress though.”

“I was too. You looked so good in it.” He said, walking over and handing you a pair of socks. “But I also want you to be comfortable.”

“I’ll be sure to give them back.” You said nervously, bawling your fists under the long lengths of your sleeves. 

“The sooner I get to see you again, the better.” He says smugly, closing the space between you both. 

“What is it that you like about me exactly?” You look up at him. 

“You’re even more direct in the day time.” He said, nearly brushing his nose against yours. 

“I’m serious.” You say through crimson cheeks.

“I just gave you one reason.” He laughs, throwing his head back. “I like how forward you are, too. It’s tasteful, so it doesn’t feel like I’m talking to a brick.”

“Mhmm,” you crossed your arms, coaxing him to go on. 

“You’re super adorable. Seriously, you haven’t stopped blushing at me. I could make fun of you forever. And you take the teasing so well so far. It’s kind of hard for people to deal with my overbearing personality sometimes.”

“The list can and will be endless... if you let me take you to dinner this weekend.”

“I- wow..” you stutter. He really seemed to genuinely like you. You didn’t find his personality overbearing in the slightest. In fact, to you it made him more attractive. And the fact that he was able to turn it off at the right moments to convey that he is thinking of you made your heart swell.

“Did you not expect me to ask you right away?” 

“I did not.”

He let out another laugh. 

“Unless you have plans, or work. Let me know. I can work around it.”

“I think I can fit you into my schedule.” You shoot back one of his signature smug smiles.

“You’re for real becoming a mini me.” He said, wrapping his arms around you. 

“You’re gonna get me all wet.” You say as some of his damp strands press against your forehead. 

“Honey, I do that already.” His voice low, pressing his lips against yours. You had wanted him to kiss you so bad, you were so happy he initiated it. You brought a hand into his wet tresses, pressing him into the kiss. He moaned against your mouth as he brought one of his large hands to grab your ass, squeezing firmly. 

You did a little yelp into his mouth before pulling away, “Your dick is stabbing me in the stomach.”

“Oops,” He said, before pressing a quick kiss against your lips. He let go of you, before pulling his towel off his lower half, drying his hair a bit more throughly. 

“Let me get dressed, and then I’ll make you breakfast. Or we could go out. Your pick.” He said.

“You aren’t the least bit shy, are you?” You say as your gaze drops to his member. 

“Maybe I was in grade school. There are some things you grow out of.” He said, turning his body and walking towards his closet.

“For most people, this is not one of them.” You turn away, walking out the door and giving him the privacy he didn’t even ask for. 

“(Name)-chan, maybe I wanted to put on a show for you.” He called out. 

“Get dressed.” You found your way to his living room, plopping your body on the suede couch. Everything was too nice, and you did your best not to touch anything while your eyes ogled around the place. You could see some antiques plastered with his last name on the shelves. 

So he really is a big shot, you thought. You’d heard briefly of the Gojo family’s financial successes but nothing more. It sort of explains his personality, but there were plenty of things still left unanswered.

He had pictures of himself all around going places with family and friends. You looked at some of the women in the photos, wondering if he had dated any of them or if they were relatives. This one photo in particular caught your eye. He was wearing a blindfold, smiling the biggest smile beside three awkward looking teenagers in private school uniforms. This looks recent, you think.

Right beneath it were three people in another photo- him being on the left wearing dark sunglasses and a small brunette girl in the middle. The third person to the right was male and almost as tall as him, with dark hair and black piercings. He has to be in high school here, you thought.

He didn’t change much, he still looked like a cocky bastard. You smiled a soft smile. He’s still a likable person if you can adapt well to his personality.

“I’m like 17 in that one.” His voice rang from behind you. You spun your head around. He had on an outfit similar to yours, with a black hoodie instead. 

“How old are you now?” You ask, realizing you had no idea how old he was.

“28.” He said, walking through the open space towards the kitchen. Your mouth could’ve dropped, panning back towards the photo and towards him again.

“You look the same. Maybe a little taller? But the exact same.” You turn your body, draping your elbow over the couch to watch him as he fiddled through his cabinets. 

“I’ve got good genes. The kids will be gorgeous.” He says slyly, placing two mugs on the counter. You roll your eyes, bringing yourself to your feet. You stride towards the kitchen, watching him pour the coffee into both mugs.

“That smells so good.” You say, swooning at the scent. He slid your mug towards you as you watched him toss several sugar cubes into his coffee.

Your eye twitches, “Is that really necessary?”

“You’ve been drinking coffee wrong your entire life I see.” He says casually, dumping more cubes into his cup. He finally mixes in the creamer before taking a sip. 

“Fuck yes.” He breathes out.

“Major crackhead energy.” You laugh, putting normal amounts of cubes into your own cup.

“Don’t knock it til you try it.” He says, bringing his mug towards your lips. Your take hold of thing, but he’s not letting go. You think he’s enjoying your fingers touching his while you press your lips onto the edge of his cup. You take a sip before stepping back immediately wincing. He laughs deeply at you before putting the cup back to his own lips and taking a sip.

“You’re an actual crackhead-“ You scrunch your lips, “-what kind of manic sweet tooth, what the fuck?!”

He laughing heavier now, leaning on the counter. 

“8.9/10.” You scoff, pertaining to his review you gave him earlier. He laughs harder.

“You’re too funny.” He raised his head, wiping a  tear. 

“I’ll gain the points back.” He flirted back through his chuckles.

You couldn’t help but smile at him. What a kiddish trait, it’s cute, you thought.

“Now, another question.” He managed to say, laughter finally subsiding. “How do you like your eggs?”

“Surprise me.” You say, sliding around to sit on the stool behind the island. 

And with that he cooked you breakfast. The entire experience felt like a dream. You didn’t want to go back home. But you were sure your friends were wondering how your night was. You had your own life, but you were aching for him to be apart of it. You wondered what his world was like. Surely this was just a minuscule part of his week but what did he do for fun, what were his hobbies or favorite TV shows, does he stay up late or not? You wondered if he likes to sleep with the cool air on all the time. What were his turn ons and turn offs, and so much more.

You were starting to romanticize him a bit too much, and you’d be petrified if he could tell what you were thinking. 

“That was delicious.” You say, eyes on his back as he placed the last dish in the dish rack.

“I’m a man who loves to please his guests.” He leant back on the sink, drying his hands. Just as he was about to speak his phone rang. He scooped it out of his pocket, picking it up. 

“Good morning~” He sung. You pouted a bit, wondering if he was that cheery with everyone. He walked off, mouthing at you that he’d be right back. 

You swung your legs on the stool, slouching a bit. Before you could continue feeling jealous of who was on the phone, he came back out, shoving his phone in his pocket.

“Well, that was work.” He let out a heavy sigh. 

“Is everything okay?” You ask, turning your bum in the seat towards him.

“Not exactly. There’s a little emergency. So I’ve gotta bring you home now.” He says nonchalantly.

“Oh, okay. It’s alright.” You bawl your fists, feeling a bit disappointed. You were going home anyway but you wanted the moment to last as long as it could.

“I’m sorry.” He says, walking up to you in your chair, bringing a thumb to your chin. He tilted your head before speaking again. 

“So I’m a teacher and I have to go check on one of my students. He’s not looking so good.” He sounded a little more happy than upset saying this. You cocked your eyebrow, happy he was finally laying some truth on you but slightly weirded out by his tone.

“He’s a bit of weird kid. He’s got a knack for getting himself in some odd situations. But he’s got potential. I believe in him.” He says, making you relax a little. You hoped the situation wasn’t dire- he wasn’t acting like it was anyways.

You nodded, realizing maybe it was one of the kids you saw in the photos. 

“That’s really sweet.” You smile, rubbing your hands between your thighs. 

“Let’s get your things. You need another bag for your clothes?” You nod. He was incredibly thoughtful. 

Quickly after with your belongings in hand you follow him towards his front door. You watched him put on the darkest shade of sunglasses before grinning at you. Your heart was swelling, he looked so good you desperately wanted him to be yours. Your eyes dropped to your feet, trying to hide the high color on the apples of your cheeks. 

“The cutest.” He said, pulling your chin up and pressing his lips against yours. “Don’t look so down. We’ll have more time together soon.”

You puffed up your cheeks before letting out a sarcastic sigh, rolling your eyes. All you wanted was to throw your arms around him, get naked and back in the bed. You briefly remembered that you had things to do today as well. Adulting is annoying, you thought. 

“I want another kiss.” You were so whipped.

He obliged, pressing another sweet and delicate kiss to your lips.

“I’d give you some tongue but then I’d get worked up again.” You could see the sweet stare in his eyes when he a bent down over his shades.

“Mhmmm, and you don’t want to be late.” You say, using your hands to feel up on his chest.

“I’m now noticing you’re quite the tease, (Name).” 

“Hmmm,” You say, flipping your hair. “That’s rich coming from you.”

You brazenly moved past him and opened the door. He passed his tongue over his lips.

He could get used to this.

******

You were back to your regular schedule. Everything felt somewhat mundane without him. You had only spent a few hours with him, but it was magical. Your head was empty aside from him constantly echoing in it whenever you spaced out. Your friends could tell he had done it to you. Completely and utterly entranced by him, you were at work doodling things when you should’ve been working, texting him when you shouldn’t have been texting, even fawning over him when you should’ve been sleeping.

It had been a few days since you last saw him. You didn’t dare call him. Instead, a lot of texting throughout the day. You were falling asleep with your phone in your hands at 3AM- yeah you had it bad. Of course he was busy, and your brain had been doing whirl winds thinking he simply didn’t want to talk to you at some moments, only to be bombarded with more texts of him explaining his whereabouts hours later.

On his end of things, he couldn’t stop thinking about you these past few days. Your voice played endlessly in his head. Things you would say and your sweet moans- all of them on repeat. His students could tell he was more chipper than usual (if that’s even possible) but somehow quieter and more deep in thought during some instances. 

He couldn’t rid the thought of you from his brain. Your lips, the way you said his name. You were so delicate. He was anxious to call you but he was often tired after his long work day and dealing with his students. He sent you as many texts as he could. As soon as he was finally able to get back to you you were already fast asleep. He wanted you to call him so badly. He was confused as to why you didn’t.

You had just gotten home from work, fresh out the shower. You were doing your usual routine when you heard your phone go off. You nearly leapt towards your bed, towel nearly falling off your body. 

You unlocked your phone to find a text from Satoru. You couldn’t stop grinning at the screen.

‘Hey sweets 😌❤️’

You anxiously tapped your fingers away, attempting to say hi and ask him what he was doing before your phone rang. You squealed, dropping the device onto to the bed.

“He’s calling me. He’s fucking calling me.”

You panicked, sliding up the bed away from your phone like it was some sort of cursed scroll. It may not have seemed like a big deal to some considering you slept with the man less than 72 hours prior. But he had never called you before, things felt so backwards. You really were crushing on him.

Realizing the phone had been ringing for too long, you crawled over to pick it up. 

“Hello?” You said, holding the phone up to your ear.

“Heyy~” He sung. You could feel yourself getting weak in the knees.

“Hey.” You say casually, succeeding at hiding your nervousness. 

“You’re off work right? What are you up to right now?” He asked. The background sounded quiet, you couldn’t guess where he was.

“Yeah. I got off a while ago. I just got out the shower.” You say, gripping your towel. You laid back on your bed, holding the phone to your ear.

“Nice, me too. I was wondering if you wanted to go grab something to eat. I’m starving right now.” He chirped.

Right now? He wanted to see you? Your were eager to say yes, scream yes, into the phone.

“You can’t wait til the weekend, star boy?” You tease. 

“I like that name. We’re doing nicknames now?”

“You’ve been calling me sweetie, cutie, honey- I’m just getting started.” 

“You can call me all the names you want tonight if you come get dinner with me.” He says. 

“Definitely.” You say, excitedly swinging your legs above your body.

“Great, I’m outside.”

“What?”

“Parked out front.”

“What the...” you pull the phone from your ear, and walk towards the window angled towards the front of your house. There his car was, double parked in the street. 

“What the hell?!” You exclaimed.

“You’re mad.” You say, letting out the loudest laugh. “What were you gonna do if I said no?”

“I knew you’d say yes. You miss me bad don’t you?”

You couldn’t deny it. You let out a flirty and sarcastic sigh and when silence filled the phone line soon after, he quickly followed up with,

“Cause I miss you real bad right now.”

You held your head with your free hand, a complete and utter blushing mess. 

“I’ll be down in 10 minutes.”

“That’s what I like to hear. And it’s casual wear, so don’t stress.” He says smugly into the phone. How could you not stress?

You give him an ‘okay’ before hanging up and grabbing the nearest pillow, screaming into it. You swung your head back, letting out a loud, nervous breath.

He’s so crazy, you thought, smiling and holding your towel to your chest.

You quickly got dressed, finding your best booty hugging jeans and long sleeved v-neck ribbed shirt. You lightly did your makeup, and fixed your hair. You spritz yourself with your favorite scents and looked in the mirror.

“He’s so inconsiderate.” You say this but you can’t stop grinning. You throw a light jacket over your arm before sprinting to your front door, checking yourself in the mirror once more. You lock your door before attempting to casually walk to his car like you weren’t just in panic. 

You open the door, sliding into the passenger seat. 

“Hey,” you say, placing your jacket and purse on your lap. 

“Damn, you look good.” He turned towards you, lip between his teeth whilst he grinned. 

“Thank you.” You say, getting a good look at him. He had on blue, lightly distressed jeans and a sherpa lined jean jacket. He had a cool grey shirt underneath and another dark pair of shades encased in silver templates that helped push his hair back.

He had absolutely no right to look that good. 

“You look good too,” You say, sliding some hair behind your ears. 

“Thanks, sweetie.” He said, leaning over. He was centimeters from your face, breath panting over your lips. His eyes fixated on yours. You almost closed your eyelids in anticipation waiting for a kiss.

His arm reached past you, pulling your seatbelt over your body and fastening it.

“Safety first.” He said cheekily. This motherfucker.

“You thought I was gonna kiss you?” He smirked, leaning back in his seat.

“Shut up. Where are we eating?” You huff.  He got you good.

“I was thinking BBQ.” He chuckled back. 

“Unless you have a taste for somewhere else, I’m down for whatever if they have desserts.”

“BBQ works.” You say as he starts the car.

“Then I know just the place. It’s nice and low key, not too far from here. And they’re known for having the best ginger beer. The sweetest I’ve ever tasted.”

“Sounds good.” You smile, watching him turn on the radio. 

“And more importantly, how was your day?” He  panned his cerulean eyes towards you for just moment asking this, then back at the road.

“It was good. Nothing stressful, it was normal. How about you?”

“I’m glad.” He says. “My day was mediocre. I sent my students off early. They’ve been working their butts off. I figured they deserved it.” 

“I get the feeling you wanted to slack off a little too, hence you finding the time to be here with me right now.” You teased. 

“You could say that. I told you I missed you.” He reaches over, placing his large hand over yours. You tense up, not expecting him to display such a romantic gesture.

“Too much?” He asks.

“Not at all...” Your voice barely audible and fading under the music, but he heard it.

“Good.” He entwined his fingers over yours, massaging your knuckles with his thumb. The very sensation sends chills up your arms before your body relaxes. Not him making you melt from a simple hand hold.

Your heart was boucing against your rib cage.  You prayed your palms wouldn’t start sweating underneath his warm hand. You bit back a smile as you both rode in comfortable silence.

“I hope you know dinner is still on this weekend.” He speaks up.

“It better be.” You say. “You still have time to improve your rating, especially after the atrocious coffee from the other day.”

He laughs lightly, “was it that bad?”

“Bad is too generous.” 

“I bet you eat saltines when you’re craving.” He rolled his eyes.

“Just because your coffee is too sweet does not mean I’m one of those people who like saltines.”

“It actually does.” 

“It does not.”

“I bet you eat the regular corn flakes with the green rooster on it too, don’t you?”

“I do no-

“You do. That’s the only possible explanation for your bland tongue.”

“I bet you’re one of those kids who used to eat sugar straight out of the packets at restaurants when you went out with your parents.”

“Spot on.” He cackled. His laugh was so contagious, you found yourself throwing your head back as well.

Not long after, he pulled into an empty space. When he let go of your hand to park, you pouted.

“We’re here?” You ask. He hummed in response. 

“That was fast.” You say.

“That’s what happens when you spend time with someone like me.” The smile he shoots you makes you feel sick- in a good way. 

He gets out and walks around the car to open the door for you. He takes hold of your hand as you get up and shut the door. 

He intertwines his fingers with yours as you walk towards the restaurant. You weren’t this nervous the first time you both were this close. You could feel your chest swelling and hands getting a bit clammy as you looked up at him.

“You’re gonna love this place. My top 5 places to eat in Tokyo. Did I mention the music is great too?” He said, pulling down his shades, much to your disappointment. 

“Nope. Looks trendy.” You say, peering through the glass as you both walked inside. He squeezes your hand playfully, grabbing your attention.

“This is just one of many places I’ll take you.” He caught himself lost in your eyes for a second before grunting a bit.

“If you want that, that is.” 

“I do.” You say, quickly making it evident you truly did like him back. You’re twinkling to him in that moment, gracing him with the most precious smile he’s ever received.

And for the first time in a long time, Gojo Satoru’s heart skipped a beat.

“Are you okay?” You quiz. He had been staring at you for a little too long.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He said. “You’re just really cute.”

“Falling for me?” You said it thinking it was something he would say but his reaction was a little different then you expected.

“I might be.” He says quietly, but somehow still confidently.

You raise a brow at him, was he blushing? You almost missed it, considering he threw a cocky grin right back on.

“Table for 2 please!” He called out to the host. 

Dinner was more amazing than you expected it to be. He was good laugh, followed along by good food and some good desserts- just like he promised. You hadn’t had this much fun with anyone in long time. You didn’t want the night to end, and you’d give anything to spend more time with him. 

“Are you busy tomorrow?” You were on his arm, walking back towards his parked car.

“Not particularly. Just essential things, grocery shopping, some laundry. I wanna wash the clothes you gave me.” You say, pondering what other chores and plans you had. 

“Want to spend the night with me again?” He asks bluntly. He read your mind, and that freaked you out a bit. You can’t read his eyes through the thick shades, and he’s not grinning his usual grin.

“Do you have some sort of special ability I don’t know about?” You questioned. He smiled again, which made you relax.

“I have a few.” He laughs. Something told you he wasn’t lying, but you didn’t ask. “So is that a yes?”

“Obviously.” You say. “Let me go home get some clothes.”

“That’s takes up so much time.” He whined. You were happy he felt vulnerable enough to act this way around you.

“It’ll only be a few minutes. I won’t take long.” You say, squeezing his hand back. “Besides, if you’re patient you might get a surprise later.”

With that, he shoved you in his car, seemingly teleporting to the drivers seat. You couldn’t help but throw your head back in laughter as you fastened yourself seatbelt.

“Any surprise from you is sure to be a blessing,” he says proudly, starting the car.

You both rode back to your house. You were eager not to keep him waiting, only filling your bag with the toiletries and clothes you thought you’d need. You were really going back to his house. He literally invited you back to his space. You felt crazy in that moment, but you were still going through with all of it, zipping your bags up a little too giddily. Was he this spontaneous all the time? No matter, you loved what was happening. 

Even if things between the both of you didn’t work out, (because you absolutely never know) you were still going to imbue the experience into your head. You were having a lot of fun, and that was all thanks to him.

“Finally,” he said as you finally entered the vehicle again.

“You’re impatient this evening.” 

“I enjoy being in your space.” 

“That so?” You say, putting on your seatbelt. His hand find yours as it rests on your lap again, and you hold back a swoon. It was so attractive watching him drive with one hand like that.

“Who wouldn’t? You’re the most refreshing person I’ve met in a while.”

“Are you trying to boost your score again?”

“You know, I should start rating you, too. Just because.” He jokes. Your mind starts ringing a range of dirty thoughts.

“I’ll get a perfect score.” You say confidently. 

“Ohh-hoh? You got some tricks up your sleeve I don’t know about?” 

“You think I’m just some sort of whiny sub with occasional comebacks here and there?”

He was quiet, attempting to suppress a grin.

“You’re right.“ You say in just a barely sarcastic tone. He looked at you for a second and back at the road again. 

“I’m just a bratty sub. It’s imbued in my personality.” You say, cupping your cheek.

“You’re too funny.” He smirked. “You’ve got all night to prove yourself to me, cutie.” 

“I’d like to go to bed before midnight if that’s alright with you.” You say sarcastically.

“You know that’s not happening right?” 

“Because you start your day with a crackhead cup of coffee? I figured as much.” You say, leaning your elbow on the car door. He let out a toothy laugh, glasses slipping down his nose a bit. 

“This is why I like you.” 

Less than 20 minutes later, you both were in his apartment. You took off your shoes and hung your jacket besides his on the coat rack. After washing your hands together like some parent and child over the sink, you flopped on the familiar suede coach, letting out a sigh. 

“Ughhh, I’m so tired.” You say, staring at the ceiling. You had pictured yourself being at home catching up on one of your shows or reading a good book. Instead here you were in his living room making sheep eyes at him as he grabbed his remote. 

“Wanna watch a movie?” He said, flipping through his streaming services. When he heard that you didn’t answer, he turned his gaze towards you. 

“You and I both know you don’t want to watch a movie.”

He smirks before sitting on the coach beside you. 

“No, I don’t.” He chuckles honestly. He wanted to ravish you, but he figured you might want to save the sex for later. He slipped off his glasses and put them on the coffee table.

“But knowing someone’s favorite movies gives you a lot of insight on who they are.” He adds.

“You’re a lot deeper than you like to let on.” You say, shifting your body closer towards his and pressing your breasts against his arm.

“(Favorite movie).” You say, earning a raised brow from him.

“8/10.” He says.

“It’s a 10/10 movie.” You retort. 

“Your review is sitting at 8/10, until further notice.” 

“There are plentiful ways to improve said review.” He says, pretending to look at his finger nails. You bury a laugh into his shoulder, before speaking.

“I missed you a lot.” You say quietly after your laughter subsides, nuzzling your head against him. He hums deeply.

“Then why don’t you show me how much you missed me?”

You look up at him, lips curling into a smile. You give him an ‘okay’ before throwing one of your legs over his lap, straddling him on the couch. He let out a grunt, not expecting you to eagerly pounce on top of him. He instinctively places his hands on your waist. You take hold of his jaw in your hands before kissing him. You could feel his throat growl against your hand, sending the vibrations throughout your body. You used your free hand to cradle the back of head, deepening the kiss. His strong arms wrapped around your body as he let out a barely audible moan.

You pulled his lip into your mouth, sucking for a second and letting go, shooting him a seductive smile.

“Did that do the trick?” You ask, wiping a bit of the wetness from your mouth with a single finger.

“I think I need a little more.” His azure eyes were begging for your mouth but he somehow still felt like the dominant one underneath you.

You comply, dipping your head back down, pressing your wet lips to his. You connect tongues and he eagerly welcomed it. You couldn’t help but hum against his mouth. He was giving you that feeling in your core again. You instinctively grinded your hips against his crotch. You wanted more friction, regretting wearing jeans in that moment. His large hot hands travel under your shirt, caressing your bare back skin. You felt him teasing at your bra while your tongue was at work in his mouth.

“Stop fiddling with it and take it off if you want to.” You say, anxiously. 

“I have to undress you? This may affect your score.” He puts a finger to his chin, smiling smugly.

“Fine,” you roll your eyes before taking off your shirt right in front of him, giving him a show. 

“That’s what I like to see.”

You dive towards his lips again, pressing your breasts against him. It didn’t take long for you to start caressing the back of his head as you kissed him. You missed the smooth feeling of his undercut against your finger tips. You took hold of one of his hands and placed it on one of your padded breasts, urging him to massage you. As he squeezed your mounds you could feel his length begin to protrude and stab at your crotch. 

“That didn’t take long.” You pull away, watching a stream of saliva fall from both your lips.

“I’ve been hard since before dinner.” He says nonchalantly. You raise an eyebrow in response. You get up from on top of him, and strip yourself of your jeans. He leans back on the sofa, spreading his arms across the top length and eyeing your body from head to toe.

“I’m going to spoil you this time.” You say, bringing yourself to your knees between his legs. 

“I’ve been wanting to see you on your knees like this for a while now.” He has his lips between his teeth as he watches you.

“So you’re admitting to fantasizing about me?” You trace your fingers up his legs and along his thighs.

“You don’t wanna know the thoughts I’ve been having about you.” 

There he goes again, saying things to burn your cheeks in the heat of the moment. 

“And if I do?”

“Oh, I’ll do it all eventually. You’ll experience everything I have in mind for you in due time.”

You could feel your underwear getting soaked from his words. No matter, you went for his belt and he was glad to watch you unbuckle it. You unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his hot length out. You gripped the base with your hands, before gulping. You really had forgotten how big he was. He looked down at you so cockily, you felt a wave of irritancy come over you as he spoke.

“I know,” was all he said.

“Shut up.” You said, wrapping the tip of his length with your hot mouth. You used your tongue to swirl around it, adding some delicate suction. You tucked some hair behind your ears before taking it deeper. Your mouth felt so full. You hoped you were able to satisfy him despite his longer member. When you felt him shift his legs, you panned your gaze to his eyes. 

“F-Fuck...”

Oh, you got him good. You spat more onto his length, stroking it while you paid extra attention to the top with your tongue. 

“Oooo...” He moaned through his teeth, lips vibrating with pleasure. 

“You look so pretty with your mouth around my dick like that.” He moaned. He was getting anxious, and heat began to crowd his body. He removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. He brought a hand to caress your head lightly while you sucked. His body really was gorgeous- perfect actually. In every way. 

You held his blue gaze with yours. You could feel his legs shaking a bit. He was throbbing and twitching in your mouth. Little did he know, you weren’t going to allow him the sweet release he was approaching. You were aching to sit on it like last time. You could feel yourself nearly leaking out of your panties. His cursing and sweet low moans were fueling your cunt in an entirely different way than you were used to.

You release him from your mouth, making a popping noise. You stand before him, glinting seductively. He could’ve yanked you down and fucked you right there.

“You’re not going to cum just yet.” You say, slipping off your underwear and straddling him. 

“Oh really?” He rested his arms back, watching you hover above his length. 

“You wanna sit on it so bad, don’t you? Well go ahead, I’m not stopping you.”

His words made your knees weak, but you were still a bit bugged by him. You were intent on fucking him this time and making him call out your name. Out of spite, (and possibly overwhelming lust) you slid your raw, wet sex onto his length. His eyes widened, letting out a soft groan.

“You sure about that?” He asked through gritted teeth. “Because I might not pull out.” 

“I’m on the pill. I’m not that reckless.” You explain. You tried your best to be still for a moment, still getting used to his size. You used this opportunity to unhook your bra and toss it across the couch. He had been fantasizing about feeling your slippery pussy on his length without any rubber in the way. He didn’t think you’d be so gracious so soon.

“You really are spoiling me.” He said, biting down on his lip as he stared at your breasts.

You smile at him before raising your ass up, and slamming it down on his length. You were enjoying him looking like this.

“Oh God,” he mouthed, gripping your waist. You found yourself in a smooth rhythm, rocking back and fourth. You pressed your lips against his while you bounced and grinded on it, pouring your tongue in his mouth. Your hands were in his hair, rubbing his chest. His and your sweet moans filled the living space. The way his shaft curved and repeatedly hit your deepest spot was incredible. He truly felt the best. 

As your mouths departed, you watched a stream of saliva continue to connect your lips before completely dribbling down his chin. You raked your hands towards the hair on the back of his head, pulling his head backwards and exposing his neck to your lips. You sucked on the soft skin on his neck and underneath his ears while you bounced expeditiously onto him.

“Shit...” He said through gritted teeth. “Fuck... how are you this wet?”

You only hum into his ears with satisfaction before riding harder onto him.

“Ah..hah...” He breathed out, digging his fingers into your hips.

Suddenly, without warning, he wraps his strong arms around you, holding you in place. He starts thrusting into you from underneath, making you panic.

“You’re... deliberately... sabotaging.. m-my score.” You stutter and squeak, unable to do much but take it.

“Oh no, you gave me a good show sweetie, but now it’s my turn.” 

The glint in his eyes was menacing as he battered you from beneath. Your moans were incoherent, and you felt yourself falling apart as you leant forward over his shoulder. 

“Whose my pretty, sweet girl?” You found yourself submitting yet again. Your knees were getting weak anyway, you weren’t going to be able to ride it for much longer if he hadn’t done this.

“I... I-I am.” You say into the crook of his neck. So much for dominating him.

“I feel you squeezing around me. You love my dick that much?” You nodded weakly against him. Your insides were turning into jello. 

“What was that? Speak up or I’ll stop. I wanna hear you tell me how much you love it.”

He really knew how to get you going, igniting another fire within you. You finally find the strength to use your body again and start grinding against it while he thrusts, finding his rhythm. You throw your head back, completely immersing yourself into his sex.

“I-I love it so much, Satoru, I love it.” You were surprised the words fell from your lips. Normally you were shy to say such things when asked to. He had your head clouded and submerged with pleasure, there wasn’t any time to think about how embarrassing it might feel. You could only focus on the feeling he gave you.

You were pretty much splashing onto his lap. You had never been this wet before- subject to the first time he sexed you.

“Such a perfect view.”  He watched your breasts bounce for a brief moment before pulling one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking generously. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, working away at your core.

“Now don’t be shy, cum for me just like the last time.”

He knew you couldn’t hold it any longer, feeling you clench yourself around him. You called out his name, feeling nothing but ecstasy as you came onto him. You nearly fell limp above his body, panting loudly. He leans forward, picking himself and you off the sofa. He placed you down, before hovering over you.

“I’m sorry but I’m not done yet, darling.” Your eyes are glazing back at him, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. You knew he wasn’t done with you either.

“Can you handle anymore?” He asks, pushing his hair back as he looked down at you.

“Mhmm.” You hum. 

“Let me warm you up again. Can you get on your knees for me, baby?” He said, patting the couch. You couldn’t help but do it simply because it was him asking you to. You sat up, weakly positioning yourself onto your knees, resting your upper body against the head of the couch.

“Like this?” You ask.

“Mhmm, just like that.” He knelt down behind you. “Spread your legs a bit.”

You felt a bit self conscious. You attempted to look back at him before feeling his hot tongue connect with your clit. 

“Oh...” you moan, sort of surprised. He laughs against your sex a bit before putting his entire mouth over your clit. He takes both of your ass cheeks with his hands and spreads them wider, eating you deeper. You feel his tongue poke your entrance repeatedly, licking up what was left of your orgasm. You grip the railing of the couch, letting out the softest moan.

You felt him pull away and hover above your body. He put two fingers in his mouth before pulling them out, followed by another popping noise. He dipped those fingers into you, making your back arch. Your hips followed his fingers as he curled them inside you. You shamelessly rocked against his hands, earning a small laugh from him.

He tore his fingers from your cunt as you turned around and watched him suck and pass his tongue over them.

“You ready for it again?” He asks, sliding with raw member against your soaking cunt. You hum, pushing yourself against him, anxiously trying to get him to penetrate you.

“I love it when you start begging like that.” He says, sliding into you. “It makes it so hard for me to deny you.”

You grip the cushions, bracing yourself for the impact of him thrusting into you. He grips your hips firmly with his large hands as he fucks you senseless. All you could hear was the sound of your wet sex in the living room as you moaned brokenly. Him fucking you over the couch like this definitely hit different.

“F-fuck.... more...hard..der...” you panted while he jolted himself into your body repeatedly. 

“Hmmm?” Almost agitated, you look back at him.

“Harder,” you say firmly, demanding to be fucked.

“Ooo~” He grinned. “So assertive.”

He took hold of both your forearms, pinning them against your lower back with a single hand. His other arm pulled your body up, pressing your back against his bare chest. His large free hand cradled your neck and jaw as you leant your head back on his shoulders,

“Now ask me again- nicely.” You barely had to support your own body with the way he was dominating you like this.

“P-please fuck me harder.” You ask, your throat humming against his hand.

He let out a breathy chuckle, before fucking you harder just like you wanted. Being this close against his heated skin was it’s own kind of pleasure.

“Now was that so hard?” 

You were so wet, your juices began spilling down the insides of your thighs as he fucked you. You were nearing your end, limbs feeling gummy. One of his fingers had been resting above your lips because of how he held you. You opened your mouth while you moaned against it, slicking it with your tongue.

“You’re gonna make me cum, doing hot shit like that.” He said muttered against your ear, it was enough to send your throbbing center over the edge. You could feel him thrusting quicker- sloppier, as you spilled yourself onto his length. He let go of your body, instead now holding you by the bends of your arms. He pounded harder into you, stimulating you well past your orgasm and approaching his own.

He groaned loudly, and you were so dazed you barely heard him say your name while he did it. He let go of your arms, allowing you to finally collapse over the head of the couch. He removed his twitching member from your slimey cunt, shooting his fluids onto your ass. He came so much you could feel it running down your legs and onto the cushions.

“Fuck,” he stumbled back a bit. “Don’t move. Let me go get you something.”

You could’ve laughed at the slight panic in his voice when he said that.

He disappeared for a few moments before returning with a t-shirt and a hot towel for you, wiping you clean himself. 

“I was caught up in the moment and wanted to be extra cautious.” 

“You could’ve came inside me. I said I didn’t mind.” You say, laying back on the couch.

“You’re pretty ballsy.” He chuckled.

“I tend to get lost in the moment,” you say, putting on the shirt he gave you. “And I have my own clothes this time.”

“I know, but there’s just something about watching you move about in mine.” He says, laying down and motioning you to come towards him. You crawl up between his legs before laying on top of him. He wraps his arms around you tightly, snuggling you between his legs.

“I take this means my score was decent?” You say, looking up at him.

“Oh that. Let’s see...” he pondered. “A 10/10 for the oral. 10/10 for endurance. As you can see, I’m not as high maintenance as you.”

“I’m not high maintenance, you said you were the best so I-

“And aren’t I?” 

“That’s besides the point. It was to be proven and I needed to humble you.”

“No, because now, I wanna hear you say it.” 

“Say what?” You ask.

“That I’m the best.”

“And gluttonize your ego? I think not.” You say, pressing your lips to his. “Besides, you already know much I like it.”

“Yeah but hearing you say it adds the extra spice.”

You let out sigh, before looking into his eyes.

“Gojo Satoru is, in fact, the best I’ve ever had.”

“Mhmmm, like candy- but for the ears.” 

“Shut up.” You laugh, pressing another soft kiss to his lips.

[cheolbooluvr]

the social club - chapter three

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pairing: svt x fem!reader

genre: murder mystery, angst

word count: 4.7k

warnings: not too many in this one, mentions of death as always

a/n: okayyyy chapter 3 !!! imma be honest, this one is not super crazy or exciting, but we gotta lay down some groundwork and context for what's to come. as always, feedback is super appreciated and if you have conspiracy theories, i'd be happy to entertain them :]

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↤ chapter 2

Sunlight peeked in through the opening of your curtains, falling perfectly on your eyes as you woke up. Throwing your legs over the side of the bed, you sat up and let out a deep sigh. The alarm clock on your bed read 7:17 AM. You had less than thirty minutes to get ready for class, and you so desperately wished the headmaster would have been more lenient. But that’s just the way the world works, isn’t it?

The saying goes, ‘Fortune favors the bold,’ but in this case, fortune favors the rich, and the less scholarship students they had, the better. Not even a week had passed, yet you had to throw yourself back into school like some kind of polar plunge. It hurt, but what other choice did you have? It wasn’t even that you could do the bare minimum because even that took too much brain power which you were severely lacking at this moment in time.

The cold water was refreshing against your warm skin despite your best efforts to keep the temperature of your room down. You had even resorted to sleeping in shorts and a tee shirt, but when night fell, your body felt like it was being roasted over an open fire.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror; upon close inspection, your skin had deteriorated, not that it was good to begin with. You weren’t Hyeyoon with her supple, glass skin that bounced back every time you poked her cheek in jest. Her side of the sink was untouched, everything the same as it was the night of the gala as the two of you got ready together, laughing and joking, making sure your armpits didn’t smell or that the zippers on your dresses were secured.

“No nip slips tonight,” she had quipped. Her laughter rang in your ears as you stared at the empty space next to you.

A buzzing brought you back to reality.

Where are you? You’re gonna be l8 :^/

Geez, Seokmin was so lame with his little emoticons, but he was right. It was 7:37 now, and it was at least a ten minute walk to the Grand Hall where your first class was. You hurriedly spit out the toothpaste and rinsed your mouth before haphazardly throwing your uniform on. There was no time to check your appearance in the mirror as you grabbed your bag and rushed out the door.

By the grace of the universe, you made it right before your teacher came in, dropping her books on the podium at the front of the class and beginning her roll call.

“Do I need to come wake you up now?” Seokmin leaned over and whispered to you.

“No, I’d rather you not,” you whispered back. Honestly, whenever Chan or Seokmin came to your dorm, it caused a whole commotion among the other girls on your floor. They’d peek their heads around their doors and watch you intently as the boys told you whatever they had to tell you. Seokmin swore he didn’t know why everyone looked at you all the way they did, but you knew—they were jealous of you and madly in love with the guys. To them, they didn’t know how someone like you could be friends with people like them. It was like being friends with members of a boy band or something, and truthfully, it was exhausting. Yet, at the same time, their friendship offered you a level of protection from the beady eyes of the rest of your schoolmates. Being a scholarship student was already a sin in and of itself to these people, so imagine their surprise that you were even remotely affiliated with Academy royalty—it was practically unheard of, and if they had a chance to catch you alone, you were afraid they might jump you.

Fortunately, being friends with Hyeyoon and the lot ensured that if anyone laid a hand on you, they were essentially committing treason. The politics of the Academy bureaucracy were confusing to say the least, and you wished you could say that you understood them, but you didn’t. Rather than try to wrap your brain around it, you just let things happen as they did, not bothering to ask questions as it would probably just confuse you even more.

History class dragged on as it always did—it was your least favorite subject, but somehow it was your best grade-wise. Chan and Seokmin always joked it was because you had a way of eloquently bullshitting your way through life, and although they were mostly right, part of you felt like they were calling you out for being an imposter. You knew they didn’t mean it that way at all, and in their eyes, you fit in just like the rest of them.

“Money doesn’t mean anything,” Chan had once said when you expressed your feelings to him. Sure, it was easy for him to say that when he was born on a pile of cash with a silver spoon in his mouth. Money doesn’t mean anything to those who have it, and but to those who didn’t, it meant everything.

“Alright,” your teacher concluded, closing her books after she had finished erasing the chalkboard. “Don’t forget you have an essay due in two weeks.” A communal groan echoed throughout the classroom, your teacher’s lips forming a smug grin as she cheekily left the room.

“Wanna get started on it today?” Seokmin asked you, packing his books away into his Italian leather bookbag.

You nodded. “Probably a good idea, otherwise I’ll get kicked out.”

Seokmin chuckled, thinking you were joking, but you and the headmaster both knew you were not. There was a lot on the line now. You thought about your parents who worked relentlessly to get you into this school, but right now, part of you wished they hadn’t.

In retrospect, the Academy wasn’t your first choice, nor was it really a choice at all. But it was what Junhui’s parents wanted, and when he asked you to apply with him, well, how could you say no? But now, here you were, barely hanging on by a thread, your best friend dead, your other best friend now a stranger, and everything just felt so fucking dismal.

“Let’s go to the library,” Seokmin said, interrupting your thoughts. “Chan said he’d meet us there after he does some stuff for the club.”

Oh. Right. The club. As in… the Club. The one whose meeting you were supposed to go to today. The two of you left the classroom, and per usual, you received pointed looks from the underclassmen in the hallway, but you did your best to ignore them and focus on what Seokmin was saying. Though that in and of itself was also difficult, your mind caring more about what would happen later today. Perhaps Chan had forgotten and you could just slip away and say you forgot, and surely Seokmin wouldn’t ask—

“You’re still coming to our meeting today, right?”

Fuck. Damn it, Seokmin. Curse him and his loud voice because now everyone within a three table radius was now staring at you. You’d think after all this time of being looked at like this you’d get used to it, but such was not the case. All you could do was stare straight and continue typing on your laptop as if the girls in the library weren’t already plotting how to murder you and leave your body in the ditch along with Hye—

Damn. That was kind of fucked up, but at this point, what wasn’t fucked up?

“I need to go look for this book. I’ll be right back,” you replied instead of answering his question. Luckily, Seokmin was a bit of a ditz and had the memory of a goldfish, so maybe by the time you came back, he’d forget all about it. You walked the aisles of the library searching for a book on the Renaissance. Okay, for as much as you detested history class, Ms. Lim always did a good job of making your assignments slightly interesting, and for this essay, you opted to write about the Renaissance.

Out with the old and in with the new, they had said. The Italians, you see, they were really something. And Da Vinci? What a guy. Wait, why were you here again?

Right.

The book. You scanned the spines of the book looking for a certain number as you ran your finger along the edges of each text. When you couldn’t find what you were looking for on the shelf eye-level to you, you decided to look up.

Aha, bingo. It was a bit too tall for you to reach on your own, so you went to look for a step stool. To your demise, there wasn’t one nearby, so you opted to try reaching for it on your tiptoes instead. It was silly, really, the way you attempted to grab the book like a child trying to grab the cookie jar from atop the fridge.

And just like a scene out of a movie, a hand reached up from behind you and grabbed the book you were looking for. Turning around, you were met by someone’s broad chest. You were too overcome with shock to see who the person was.

“Here,” his low voice rumbled as he handed the book to you. You continued to stare straight ahead, not bothering to look into his eyes out of fear, but on the lapel of his jacket was that pin that you were starting to become all too familiar with—the Social Club pin—although this one was different. Instead of the standard gold with black detailing, his was black with gold detailing—the president’s pin.

Choi Seungcheol.

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered quietly like a fool. Grabbing a book near the one he had gotten for you, he departed without saying anything more. It felt that the Social Club was showing up more and more in your life, and you couldn’t exactly say you were… happy about that.

As you stood alone in the aisle, you couldn’t help but notice the way your heart was racing at the encounter. Stuck in a daze, you felt your phone buzz in your jacket pocket.

It was a text from Seokmin:

Chan and I gotta run. See you later!

Thank God. You turned the corner to return to your table only to bump into someone who was pushing a book cart.

“Ow,” you groaned, the cart ramming into your lower torso.

“Shit, I am so sorry,” the person replied. A shining piece of metal on their body caught your eye: another Social Club pin. Looking up, you realized it was Vernon, the Historian of 17K.

“It’s okay,” you said quickly. You really weren’t enjoying all of these interactions with the club, and as a result, you decided it was in your best interest to get the hell out of there.

Out of all of the members, Vernon was the one you knew the least about. Not that you really knew too much about the other members aside from Chan, Seokmin, and Junhui, but Vernon was a sort of anomaly to not only you, but the entire school. He was the dark, mysterious, brooding type who kept to himself. As the historian, he would keep records of the club and its, well, history. Everything from notable alumni to the group’s achievements, he was in charge of keeping track of it all and making sure that future members would remember this cohort for the rest of eternity.

In your opinion, the role was kind of dumb, but then again, everything about the Social Club was dumb to you. Aside from that, the only other thing you knew about Vernon was that he was the son of the CEO of Hanshin Bank. Like the others, his family came from generational wealth, but his family’s history was a bit… vague, for lack of a better word. Really what you knew about him was primarily based off of rumors; some said that Vernon was born to a mistress of his father’s, making him a bastard. Others claimed that he was a fraud and that he had somehow conned his way into the club, though this was solely based on the fact that people had never really seen him at events for more than thirty minutes. Honestly, you didn’t know how your classmates had time to gossip like this, but those were the rumors that frequented the hallways, the courtyards, and every crack and crevice in between.

When you returned to your table, it was empty save for your bag and laptop. Seokmin had been kind enough to close it (not that you had hidden secrets to hide from everyone), and he had even left you a carton of orange juice and a little note that said, “Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?”

Tch. He was so lame! But the gesture had you smiling as you packed your things and exited the library. You set out to return to your room so that you could finish working on your essay in peace.

———

You were sure this was a bad idea. Standing just an arm’s length away from that door you so abruptly barged through the other day, you were sure you might burn holes through the oak if you kept staring at it long enough.

No, I shouldn’t do this. I can’t do this, you thought to yourself. It didn’t matter that Chan had said the others were okay with it, and even if they were, surely he would have pressured them into saying yes somehow. Chan had a way with words and a certain charm that allowed him to mostly get his way—he was good at being persuasive like that (read: guilt-tripping). You had fallen victim to his boyish charm many times in your friendship and it was hard to say no to him. When he asked you to do something, there was a glint in his eyes that made you almost feel bad for him, so even when you had told him no initially, it was hard to say no the second time around. So, that’s how you found yourself here, staring at a very large, very brown door.

It didn’t really make sense to you what they would even need your input for if all you were going to do was say a few words about your short, but meaningful, relationship with Hyeyoon. Besides, considering the pointed looks you had gotten from some girls in the library earlier today when Seokmin confirmed with you that you were coming, you couldn’t imagine what they might do if they found out that you were actually in the Board Room. All in all, it was a bad idea, a horrible one, even.

Alright, you decided, pulling your uniform blazer down, you’d turn around and go back to your dorm and tell Chan you had an assignment due at midnight or something. He might be suspicious because you two were in the same classes and you were usually on top of your assignments, but you would figure out the details later. You pivoted on your heels and began walking away from their room when you heard the door handle click.

Shit. That was your sign to pick up the pace before they saw you, and since you were facing away from the door, maybe they’d mistake you as someone else and not notice that it was you.

“Hey, isn’t that…?” You recognized that voice as Jeonghan’s, but you didn’t stop walking. You couldn’t, because if you did, you were screwed, and then you’d really have to face reality, and who wants to do that?

“Hey!” Now it was Soonyoung’s turn to call out to you. He recognized you immediately and your ruse was over, but no matter, you would just keep walking, head down, and soon you could turn the corner and disappear from their sight forever.

You were almost there. Just a few more steps and—

“Oh, hey! You made it!”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it all to hell.

You nearly collided with Chan but he grabbed onto your arms and was now looking directly into your eyes. God, you hated this.

“Where are you going? The room is in the opposite direction,” he said with a grin.

“I, um, I forgot some pencils and… stuff,” you lied.

Chan scoffed. “You act like we’re poor and don’t have everything and anything you could possibly need.” He was right. This was the Social Club after all—their pens were made with real gold, diamonds embedded along the shaft and an artisanal Italian ink crafted with obsidian and volcanic rock from Mt. Vesuvius. Sometimes you’d joke to Chan and Seokmin about how that ink probably contained the fossilized bodies of the poor souls who couldn’t escape from Pompeii, but they didn’t find that very funny. Even the paper they wrote on was papyrus from Egypt, so yeah, you really didn’t need anything.

You willed your body to slow down against Chan’s pushing as the two of you neared the door, but your legs moved as if their master was your friend and not you. Jeonghan and Soonyoung were still standing by the door, watching you intently as you crossed the threshold into a world unbeknownst to you (see, even being here made you use words you didn’t usually use). The Academy was already an unfamiliar place, your classmates having luxury brand name cars that they couldn’t even drive, or some had personal drivers to take them home during holidays, but you? You took the bus. You had grown accustomed to the cramped seats, and despite your best attempts to sleep, it was impossibly uncomfortable and your neck was always sore as soon as you stepped off the vehicle. You and your classmates lived in two vastly different worlds, so to be in a place like the Social Club’s Board Room, you felt like you were in an alternate dimension.

Now that you were a little more clear-headed than the other day, you noticed more details about the room: the large window was cracked open ever so slightly to let the cool autumn breeze in, along the bookshelves were various trophies awarded to the members of 17K, and a black leather box tucked away in the northeast wing of the Board Room. You weren’t sure what drew your attention to the box, but now that you were looking at it, it was kind of… pretty. You didn’t know anything about leather, but the slight shine of the material caught your eye as the sunlight shone on it. Now that it was winter, the sun started setting the moment you got out of class, and the golden glow it was casting on that corner of the room made it look magical.

“You look like shit,” Chan whispered to you as you sat down at the table. It was foreign and you were an intruder, someone who clearly wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Leave me alone,” you retorted, but honestly you couldn’t really dispute that—you really did look like shit, and running on six hours of sleep total over the past three days wasn’t doing much to help with your condition. It was all the more reason you didn’t want to be here right now; the Social Club and their little crew of fangirls cared about appearances and your appearance? Well, you were a haggard mess, your hair tangled in knots, your uniform wrinkly and the purple under your eyes darkening with every waking moment.

After the first night you’d had that dream, it became a recurring nightmare: a girl, her ever-so-familiar laughter, the chilling forest, the river, the dead body. You couldn’t even nap for five minutes if you wanted to because your brain hated you, just like the rest of the universe. Your nights were spent with you tossing and turning restlessly in bed until the sun began to peak over the horizon. Just the thought of it had your stomach churning, the queasiness making it hard for you to eat any meals. It was even hard for you to keep water down, so yeah, this was probably the worst condition you had ever been in, and now that you were thinking about it, you could have just told Chan you weren’t feeling good.

Damn it.

Your eyes scanned the room, a majority of the members already piling in and taking their seats in their respective spots.

Wait. Shit. Where were you sitting?

Someone behind you cleared their throat and you turned around to find the club’s local celebrity and Chair of Public Relations, Boo Seungkwan. Seungkwan was liked by, well, just about everyone and heavily involved in any and every club you could think of. He actively participated in several sports, his main ones being soccer and badminton, though the girls’ volleyball team absolutely loved him, so he would sometimes practice with them as well. Not only that, he was on the debate team with Hyeyoon, vice president of Model UN, and co-president of the Academy’s Choral Society alongside Seokmin. You wondered how anyone could do so much and not go crazy, but he seemed to be just fine. You, on the other hand, could barely juggle school on its own as it was, so doing something like this was definitely cutting into your study time. Besides, you were behind in school, and the headmaster didn’t seem too keen on letting you off if your GPA dropped a couple points.

The longer you sat there, the more you realized that this probably wasn’t a good idea, but at the same time, you couldn’t come up with any excuses to get out of there. Maybe sitting in Boo Seungkwan’s chair would be enough to get you kicked out.

“Chan,” Seungkwan spoke bluntly.

“Yes?” your friend replied without looking at his fellow member, his eyes glued to the laptop in front of him, his fingers moving at hyperspeed as he was filling out an application for something.

“We have strict seating assignments,” Seungkwan pointed out.

“I’ll move,” you interrupted, getting up to move elsewhere. You should have checked the chair before you sat down, but in your delirium, you had just sort of followed Chan without a second thought.

“That’s enough.” Another voice boomed from the entrance of the room and you turned your head to find Seungcheol taking off his uniform jacket and unbuttoning the top of his dress shirt. You watched him carefully as he loosened his tie and sighed, placing his jacket on a hanger near the door. He made his way to the opposite side of the room in front of the big window. Now that the sun was setting, the last glimmer of gold traced the edges of his hair and body like an angelic outline. He was intimidating, yes, but in this light, he looked… almost gentle, like someone you might want to be friends with. “Seungkwan, sit somewhere else for now.”

“But—”

“Just,” Seungcheol sighed, “do it.”

Without another word, Seungkwan shot you and Chan a glare before taking a seat at the end of the table. Seokmin sat down in the empty chair to your left, placing a small bottle of water and some cookies in front of you with his signature grin.

“Some snacks for you. Let me know if you want more!”

“Thanks, Seok.” You smiled back at him in gratitude. Everyone had begun to settle in, pulling out their laptops and notebooks, and you had to admit, despite how untouchable they seemed, in this moment, they just seemed like regular students, people who were there to study and waste their youth as slaves to the education system just like you. But that mere illusion was broken when some of the members started talking about their winter vacation plans; Chan had invited you and Seokmin to go to Bali with his family and stay at their private island resort, a ridiculous string of words to grace your ears, but it wasn’t the most extraordinary thing that one of the members was doing.

Mingyu was talking about how he and Minghao were planning on going to Paris and studying art under a fellowship with the Louvre. How they managed to get something as prestigious as that was beyond you, but then again, this was the Social Club you were talking about, and whatever they wanted, they got. Such was true of Xu Minghao, a true enigmatic presence within the club and throughout the school. You didn’t know much about him, but you couldn’t really say that anyone else did either, save for the members of 17K. What you did know about Xu Minghao, though, was that he was the son of a wealthy Chinese conglomerate who was only here for school. According to his parents, he needed the “international” experience in order to take over the company some day, and apparently both of his parents had attended the Academy back in the day which is how they met.

It might sound romantic, his parents’ story, however it was anything but. Xu Minghao was a product of a loveless marriage, one created out of alliance between his parents’ families for the sake of building wealth, but nothing more. Minghao was most likely destined to go down the same path, but that was a bridge to cross when he got there; for now, he was happy traveling the world with his best friend and roommate, Mingyu. During shorter holidays, he would go home to Mingyu’s family, and in turn, he had become a sort of second son to the Kims who gave him a certain warmth and love that he never really got to experience with his own family. In the Social Club, Minghao was the Gallery Curator; basically, he was in charge of organizing artists and exhibitions in the art gallery. Why the Social Club had their own art gallery was beyond you, but again, whatever they wanted, they got.

As the rest of the members began to pile into the room and take their seats, you felt awkward sitting there like a useless piece of shit. Fortunately, as if he was reading your mind, Chan gave you one of those fancy pens and a notepad of that Egyptian papyrus. You conceded that for as bougie as they were, the pen and paper quality were godly, the black ink flowing smoothly on the paper as you scribbled some markings, but that was besides the point. No matter how hard you tried to distract yourself with this rich-person stationery, you couldn’t help but find yourself stealing glances at Junhui.

You could barely remember the last time the two of you had talked aside from the passing hi’s and hello’s when he’d come by your room to get Hyeyoon for something, let alone the last time you two were even in the same space. The tension between the two of you was the kind that people would say was so thick that you could cut right through it—it was suffocating and unbearable, but you had nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide.

Instead, you tried to turn your attention elsewhere, your eyes falling instead to the person at the head of the table, Choi Seungcheol. He was shuffling through papers as Jeonghan was walking him through something, Joshua on the other side of him presumably typing everything they were talking about. Seungcheol’s (unbelievably thick and luscious) eyebrows furrowed as Jeonghan mentioned something to him, the corners of his lips turning down as he moved his face closer to look at something on his computer screen. When he looked down, you couldn’t help but notice how long his eyelashes were. It was almost unfair because they made him seem less frightening. But never in a million years would you ever become friends with a person like Choi Seungcheol.

You were here to “help” them with the memorial, and the moment that was over, you’d return to the abyss where you came from, barely a memory if not completely forgotten the following day. Seokmin noticed your leg bouncing from the corner of his eye—he could tell you were nervous—and put his hand on yours, offering a reassuring smile. In times like these, you were thankful for your friends, even if they didn’t always understand the world you came from. Maybe this meeting wouldn’t be too bad after all.

chapter four ↦

[crispy-chan]

Maze of Memories ch.2 | bang chan x reader (hunger games au)

➳ pairing: career!bang chan x f.reader (ft. felix)

➳ genre: hunger games au, action, fluff if you squint, angst

➳ warnings: infatuation, major and minor character death (in future chapters), angst, cursing

➳ summary: you're the unlucky reaped female tribute from district 9 with no fighting skills whatsoever. all you want is to enjoy your last few days of life before perishing in the arena, but you somehow manage to catch the eye of the volunteer from district 2…

➳ word count: 5.4k

➳ a/n: hello, welcome to my second series. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated. Feel free to hmu about any questions or comments. Hope you enjoy <3

ps: listen to maze of memories by stray kids

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You sighed dreamily as you let the hot water wash away your worries. The shower, you'd realize would become your safe space (along with Felix ofc) for the next few days. It was really refreshing to just let go, to let the tears flow without a care in the world. You washed all the makeup and sweat away, fiddling with the fancy technologies the Capitol had to offer. Although you hated to admit it, the massaging shower head put relieving pressure on your back and eased the tense knots you had there all day.

It was currently nine o'clock. The chariot ride ended about two hours ago. You were uncomfortable the whole time, not understanding why you had the boy from two staring at you like you were his last meal. You were in fact so uneasy that you stormed off to your living quarters as soon as you were dismissed. 

Yoongi gave you a questioning glance as you ran past him, not saying a single word, before turning around to look at your district partner.

“The guy from two was staring at the during the whole speech,” he mumbled, explaining the bizarre situation to the confused mentor. 

Yoongi frowned at that. Surely this wasn't a good sign. He racked his brain for any instances of strong careers taking interest in tributes from poorer districts but found none. Maybe it was just a fleeting attraction, he thought. But for some reason, he figured it would be something more serious. More sinister.

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“I don't know! I obviously haven't talked to him,” you exclaimed with a loud sigh. “Yeah, you're right. I'm just trying to figure out, why would he be looking at you like that.”

The both of you were sitting comfortably on the massive king-sized bed in ‘your’ room. It was a massive empty space with cream colored walls and simple (yet still extravagant) pieces of furniture scattered across the room. There were ginormous plush pillows, a heavy blanket that would come in handy during the cold night, and a fuzzy comforter thrown over the bed

“Maybe he found you irresistibly beautiful,” Felix wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, changing his position on the bed to find a more comfortable spot and making you laugh.

“Yeah sure, and that's why he looked at me like I was his prey.”

“Oooh, kinky.”

“Shut up Lix!” you groaned, he was really taking this an extra mile. “Drop it, I bet you he will have completely forgotten about me by tomorrow.”

***

The next day you woke up at the break of dawn (dynamite reference eeey<3), the shining sun rays illuminating your face and forcefully ripping you out of the arms of slumber. You covered your eyes, not wanting the beams to burn your corneas. You got out of bed, forgetting the height of it and almost tumbling down. Cursing at your clumsiness you sighed, mood already turning sour so early in the morning.

You slipped into the fancy ensuite to freshen up and do your thing: you grabbed the Capitol-provided toothbrush and slathered some toothpaste on it before shoving it into your mouth and aggressively brushing. You washed your face with the cleansing foam on the counter and patted your face into the frothy towel that hung next to the sink. 

Groaning, you tried to pull on the standard training uniform made out of a spandex-like material but gave up after a moment. Why was this so hard? It seemed like they gave you a two sizes too small one. You managed to shimmy into the pants but you couldn't reach the zipper on the back to secure the tank top. You sighed in frustration, breakfast would be served soon and you couldn't even put on your clothes.

Speak of the devil, you heard a knock on your door. It was probably Flaverie coming to collect you for breakfast.

“Yo Y/n, are you there?” 

That definitely wasn't your escort.

“Yeah, I'm here. I'm just not able to properly zip up my uniform,” you muttered, wondering if he even heard you through the closed doors. Well, apparently he did because the next thing he did was offer to help you fasten that pesky top of yours.

“Can I come in and help you? I promise won't look…”

“Sure, I don't think I'll manage on my own,” you agreed.

The door slowly creaked as he stepped in and made his way to the bed you were sitting on. He finally peeled his eyes off the ground to assess the situation. You were turned around, so you were facing him backwards with your back on display as you didn't manage to zip up the zipper. 

He placed his palm delicately on your back to steady himself and to gain some leverage before he reached for the metal zipper. He struggled for a while, the zipper not wanting to give in before finally pulling it up with a grunt. 

He did not expect it to be so hard to fasten.

“You should probably ask Flaverie to send you a bigger size. I don't think this would even fit a toddler,” he commented on his way out the door.

“Come out when you're finished, breakfast is served as we speak,” he smiled gently, closing the door.

***

You sat down at the rectangular table filled with many tasty dishes and beverages. While you recognized some - the staple offering of bread and buns, pastries, pancakes, veggies, and cheese, there were many things that left your jaw hanging.

“Oh Y/n, close your mouth, please. You'll catch flies,” she instructed.

You shot her a dirty look before swallowing your pride and pointing to a pitcher full of this green milky liquid, “What’s that?” you inquired.

“That's matcha latté sweetie. You have so much to learn,” she shook her head.

Oh well sorry for not bothering to learn about all the specialties the Capitol had to offer while worrying about your life that was probably gonna tragically end in a week. It was a pity, you were starting to like her, thinking that she could maybe at least sympathize. Well looks like you were wrong.

Felix must have noticed from across that your patience was thinning so he turned to face your escort asking her the question that was on both of your minds the whole night.

“Do you know what's the deal with district two?”

She looked at him slightly surprised before regaining her excited expression and continuing with a dreamy voice, “You mean Chris, right?”

Felix nodded at that, taken aback by her clear like for one of the other tributes. Now he understood how you felt when you said the career had everyone smitten.

“He's the male volunteer from district two. Word's around that he's a super-strong contender. He's turning eighteen years of age next week. Back in two, he was the strongest by far, skilled in everything from hand-to-hand combat up to knife throwing and running.”

“How do you know all of this?” Felix asked, distrust evident on his sharp features.

“Everyone knows this. Practically everybody thinks he will win.”

With a slam of his fist on the table, Felix left the room, not bothering to say anything to the confused escort.  

You weren’t exactly surprised at his reaction, the inappropriate comments from Flaverie not tickling your fancy either. If she felt so strongly about two, hell even if she bet her money on him...you didn't really care but she should at least have the decency to not fangirl over him with you guys around. When Felix asked about Chris, he wanted to know useful facts that could help you guys figure out, why he kept looking at you, not how he was most likely gonna win by killing the both of you using his sheer strength.

*** 

The next time you saw Felix was when you were both standing in the hallway, waiting for the elevator to come to your floor. It finally arrived with a ding and opened its doors for you. You hastily stepped in, allowing Felix to follow right after you. Only when the elevator started heading down, he finally spoke to you.

“Sorry for storming off like that, it was a dick move. I let my anger get the better of me.”

You could hear the regret in his voice, he seemed really sorry for that little outburst but it's not like you were even angry with him in the first place.

“It's ok Lix,” you smiled softly, counting the floors you passed on your way down, “I'm not angry at you. I hope Flaverie will watch what she's saying, it's not exactly uplifting to hear from your own escort these words. I have already accepted my fate but I can imagine how it made you feel since you actually have a chance in these games.”

“Oh don't say that,” he took your hand in his, motioning for you to look up at him, “you can't be negative like that. For now, we just have to focus on making the most out of our training.”

Before you could react, the elevator door opened, leaving you and Felix no other option than to cut the conversation short and join the rest of the tributes. 

The training center was basically just a gym.

Except it was about ten times the size of your school gym back in district nine. Its walls were painted various shades of gray (from light pastel to murky) and there were many training stations scattered all over the place. From the corner of your eye, you could spot the edible plants station, the fire-making station, the shelter-making station, the weapons station, and lastly the combat one. In each section stood a Capitol trainer prepared to assist you and give you pointers. You hated to admit it but what they say to you could literally mean the difference between life and death in the arena.

You looked around, trying to get a proper read on the other tributes. Other than Felix and Chris, you knew nobody. Well… it's not like you ever spoke to the boy from district two but you have heard quite a lot about him lately, mainly because he was the strongest fucking contender.

But behold, Mr. I'm-gonna-win™ wasn't here yet. Actually, it looked like none of the careers were. The small (compared to the rest of the training center) clearance in front of the elevators where most tributes were gathered was filled with all the kids from the poorer district. To your horror, you also realized one recurring pattern.

You see, usually, almost half of the tributes were consisting of scrawny kids who looked about fourteen or less but this year you noticed the average age to be quite high. You spotted a few who looked about fourteen or fifteen but the rest of them seemed to be your age - seventeen or older.

You tried to push these thoughts out of your mind, it wouldn't do you any good to get worked up about something you couldn't change. Instead, you turned around to face Felix. He was currently staring at the elevator.

You almost jumped when you heard the ding of the elevator doors opening. The tributes from district one you believe came out. This calmed you, you were really afraid of the scary-looking boy from district two. You weren't sure if you've angered him in some way. Maybe if you apologized…

Your pondering was cut short as the duo from district two emerged from the elevator. Both of them had an air of confidence to them, walking to the rest of the tributes as if they had already won. You didn't even dare look up, opting to stare sideways at Felix.

Anything but making eye contact with two...

Whether or not he was staring at you, you couldn't tell, and before you could even think any further. One of the instructors stepped up and started talking.

“Welcome to the training center. It is here where you will get the chance to your mind and body for the next three days in preparation for the Games. As you can see, there are many stations for you to sharpen your skills or even develop completely new ones. There will be trainers at each spot for you to freely ask any questions. Before you'll all disperse, I'd like to give you some advice. You may think you have to spend all your time at the weapon training station but I would recommend not skipping survival skills. About one-third of you will probably die due to natural causes such as dehydration, poisoning, or infection.”

With a wave of her hand, the woman dismissed you.

“So, where do you want to go?” you asked as you glanced around. Unsurprisingly, all the careers made a beeline towards the combat and weapon stations leaving the rest of you who didn't want to be here, standing in the middle.

“How about we got to the fire-making station,” he suggested. You nodded, not really having a plan of your own. The both of you strode to the small makeshift camping spot. There was a layer of soil there, trying to mimic the landscape of the forest and make the whole stunt more believable.

The both of you sat down around the pitiful campfire and listened to the instructor who recited the same lines he probably said before every Hunger Games to all the tributes. After he briefed you on the basic techniques, he headed to the storage room to gather some more branches.

For the next half an hour, the both of you took turns in trying to light a spark, with each of you not succeeding for the most part. Until you finally managed to make the pile of leaves in the campfire catch on fire.

“Finally,” you threw your aching hands in exasperation, the long minutes of rubbing twigs against each other leaving them with a steady ache. Felix also looked excited as he gave you a hug and giggled at you sweetly.

“You know, your success is my success,” he laughed, “what if we each focused on something else, if you learn how to do something, there is no need for me to learn, right?” he joked.

“Yeah, really funny.”

After Felix resumed trying to make a fire, you took that time to look around properly and see, what the others were up to. You could spot district twelve over at the edible plants station, probably your next destination, struggling with committing all those weird plants to memory. You made the mistake of looking a few feet further as you did exactly what you wanted to avoid.

You made eye contact with Chris (or Chan, you weren't exactly sure which name he went by) as he was sipping from his water bottle, eyes lazily draped in your direction. He was obviously taking a break after all the sparing he did with district one's male tribute who you recalled was named Jongho, having won almost every time. 

Whilst he was about an inch or two shorter than him, he still managed to be as (if not more) intimidating, his biceps bulging from underneath the tight sleeves of the training shirt. His hair although not styled anymore, still managed to look effortlessly stylish, the fake scar was obviously gone and replaced with his silky smooth skin.

He put the water bottle down and folded his arms over his chest, the muscles there flexing as he just leaned against the wall and kept staring at you. You visibly gulped and diverted your gaze, not being able to hold eye contact with him. Despite the fact that you weren't even looking at him, you could still feel his gaze burn holes into your back. You turned around to find Felix looking straight at you, lifting a brow at your state.

“Is it him again?” he asked, finally giving up on the fire-making process completely. “Yeah, it feels like he's picking me apart just by looking at me,” you shivered.

Felix looked at your for a while, trying to calculate his next steps. He didn't want to do anything that could possibly anger the career, as they usually had a really short fuse but he could see how uncomfortable you were. He looked up to the general direction of the combat station that the careers occupied but he felt his blood run cold as the boy from two racked over your form and licked his lips...that was simply too much. He couldn't stand this anymore. He couldn't just do nothing.

Glaring at the cocky boy from two, he grabbed your arm and dragged you to the edible plants station. You followed him without objection, having confidence in him that he had a good reason to cut your guys’ attempts at producing a fire short. 

When you guys were out of earshot of any of the tributes, he whispered lowly, “he kept staring at you weirdly so I figured it would be a good time to relocate.”

You nodded in comprehension, focusing your attention solely on the task at hand which was memorizing the shapes of all the plants you could possibly face, and committing to memory, which ones would kill you and which ones not. 

For the next hour, the both of you just tried your best to remember at least a few plants each. Since your plan was to team up, you could just put your heads together and figure it out. Albeit the both of you knowing this was a stupid plan, neither of you could find it in themselves to point out that you could end up on your own at any given moment. Nothing guaranteed that the both of you could last together, one of you may be even killed during the initial bloodbath.

You tried not to think about it, refocusing on the display filled with black outlines of the plants. You were quite lucky you recognized a lot of them. Back in district nine, you would have to go through the fields and try to rip out all the weeds which left you with no other option than to memorize a lot of pesky plants. On the other hand, Felix was struggling quite a bit, claiming that his memory wasn't as good as yours and you let out an amusing snicker.

“I managed to remember what nightlock berries look like and that I can't touch them,” he exclaimed cheerfully making you hum at his giddiness. His glee was quite contagious as you soon found yourself busting out into laughter. It seems like the other tributes noticed as the whole room went silent, all eyes on the two of you but you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. It's been a long time since you had so much fun…

From the corner of my eye, you could see Chris glaring in your direction yet again but this time you just shrugged it off. It felt unpleasant to have him stare at you but there wasn't anything you could do about it. 

Looking at plants could entertain you for only so long, you were getting kind of bored, so you suggested that you guys should relocate and try another spot.

***

Anytime he wasn't busy sparing with Jongho, Chris would observe you and Felix with a serious look. He didn't like that the boy kept tailing after you, but he couldn't afford to make a scene now. For now, he would settle on just watching you from afar, enjoying the times he got you to blush or look away the moment you guys made eye contact. You were utterly adorable and he desperately wanted to protect you in the arena at all cost. He was convinced that only he would manage to keep you safe from all the possible threats in the games. Jongho, the male tribute from district one and also his biggest competitor simply looked amused, as he noticed where their supposed leader was looking all day.

“Are you seriously gawking at that district nine bitch?” he snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. 

Chris didn't respond for a while, not knowing if he was hearing things. How dare he talk about you like that? How dare he say that as if you were inferior to him? He really wasn't in the mood for a fight, deciding that simply ignoring the rude comment would suffice. He never expected anyone else to understand anyway…

“So what is it about her? Does she have a nice ass or something?” he sneered, his eyes now set on your bottom as you bent down to pick up something. 

And that was the last straw for him.

The district one native groaned as he was slammed into the wall by the stronger career. 

“Don't you dare ever speak of her like that or I'll kill you off first thing in the arena,” he seethed as he pressed himself against the boy.

“Even better, don't bother looking in her direction at all and tainting her, understand?”

Jongho could only nod weakly, embarrassed by the whole ordeal. The whole training center was witnessing his ass being handed by some fool in love, his pride was out the window.

Before the hoard of peacekeepers could come and try to separate them, Chris had already let go, storming off to the bathrooms. The other boy just slumped down with a groan, a bruise already forming on his back. He was going to have to pay Chris back for this unnecessary stunt.

Rose, his district partner immediately ran up to him, asking what happened and helping him up but he just blew her off with a shrug and an annoyed “No clue what got into him, dude.”

Solar just stood by the sidelines enjoying the show. She had no idea what caused such an extreme reaction from her district partner but it was entertaining nonetheless.

***

Meanwhile, you and Felix have moved up to the rope climbing station. Dread filled you at the prospect of climbing all the way up the flimsy construction, the thin matt didn't exactly look like it could catch your fall and cushion it properly.

Felix bent down to tie his shoelaces before wiping the beads of sweat off his glistening forehead. With a newfound determination, he reached to the ropes and started steadily climbing up. With a few grunts here and there he managed to climb all the way up pretty quickly catching the attention of the other kids.

He simply ignored the stares and started climbing back down, jumping when he was a few yards above the ground.

With a huff, he turned around to face you, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Your turn Y/n,” he motioned to the ropes.

You nervously looked down at your feet, avoiding his gaze.

“What's wrong?” he frowned at your negligence. 

You didn't say anything for a moment before spluttering, “I'm just scared of heights.”

At your confession, Felix gave you a comforting smile and pulled you to the neighboring knot tying station.

“We can try tying some knots, ok?”

“Sure.”

***

“Look, you have to pull the rope from underneath there,” you instructed, pointing at the little loop in his hands. The boy looked utterly confused, tying the whole knot into an even bigger mess. You laughed at that, his grumpiness proving to be adorable. He pouted, heavily frustrated by his lack of skills in the department.

“How are you so good at this?” he groaned, “we were both complete beginners forty minutes ago.”

“It's only fair I'm better at something too. You literally surpassed me in everything else.”

He only hummed with acknowledgment, attempting to untie the massive ball he produced.

You could see that the careers were finally switching stations, moving to the weapon stand after occupying the combat station for half a day. You motioned to Felix, implying that you should go there next. He nodded in agreement, grabbing his water bottle and heading towards the sparing mats before someone else would take them. You looked around, trying to scope out what the other tributes were up to. Other than the careers, you noticed a few that you should watch out for. The boy from seven seemed pretty strong and managed well on the rope climbing station, hinting at his strength as well as agility.

The girl from ten could also use a knife by the looks of it, never missing the target but you could see that she was good only from a short distance. The minute she stepped ten or more feet away, she wasn't able to connect, probably lacking in strength. 

You and Felix conversed with the trainer. Your district mate described what was your guys' situation was so the man could give you proper pointers. He explained how he was a black belt in taekwondo and how you were a beginner.

The trainer started with some simple drills. He showed you how to properly fall, a basic combat stance, and how to evade a punch or an attack with a knife. After that, he left you guys alone to spar with each other. You felt kind of bad for Felix having to do all of this beginner stuff when he could be practicing some other skill he was lacking.

“You can go do something else, you know?” you pointed out, nodding in the direction of the weapon and strength station, “I really appreciate your help but I wouldn't want you to suffer because of me.”

Felix raised his perfectly plucked eyebrow before responding, “We've been over this already Y/n, I'm here because I want to help you so please don't feel bad.”

You sighed in exasperation but understood, that there was no use arguing with him anymore. He was dead set on helping you comprehend those basic self-defense skills. You got back into your stance, learning those moves would probably be best, you could then move on somewhere where he could actually learn something instead of babysitting you. Not that you didn't appreciate his help - you really did but you wanted him to make use of the training too.

After all, you were counting on him to win.

The both of you fought for about an hour, with Felix giving you advice every now and then when you struggled with some of the moves. You started to feel the exhaustion catch up with you but pushed it aside. These lessons could be the decision between life and death.

“Look, you have to keep your hands up to protect your face and then deliver a hit like that,” he demonstrated the move, showing you how to do it properly. “You can't let your hands fall down,” he repeated, hoping to drill it into you. You tried your best to keep up with him but you were already breathing heavily.

“Could we take a small break please, I can barely stand now,” you pleaded with a ragged breath.

“No, you have to learn this in case anyone would try to jump you.”

“Look Lix, I really appreciate it. You have done so much for me already and I know this is important...but I have to take a breather. I feel like I'm gonna pass out.”

Felix sighed, the irritation evident in his voice, “do you seriously think they're gonna wait for you to take a break in the games?!” his loud voice echoed in the vast room, all the heads turning in your direction.

You looked at him with hurt in your eyes, you could feel the tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

“I know they won't Lix. I know I won't survive. I've accepted that much. I'm just trying to tell you that I can't anymore, I'm exhausted. I don't have as much stamina as you do.”

Felix looked at you incredulously but after seeing your eyes water, his expression softened. 

“I'm sorry Y/n, you're right. We should take a break,” he attempted to plea with you, reaching for your hand.

You took a tentative step back, not wanting to meet his gaze. “I-I think I'm going t-to go to t-the bathroom,” you choked out, turning around and sprinting down the hall leading to the restrooms.

Felix tried to go after you but decided it was probably best to give you some space. He was really angry at himself for upsetting you like that. He was just scared for you and wanted to help but instead, he made you cry, his emotions getting the better of him.

***

You sprinted down the empty hallway, tears blurring your vision. After a few minutes of blind running, you were completely out of breath and steadied yourself against the wall. You slid down to the ground and started sobbing again.

You weren't sure why you reacted like that. Felix was just trying to help, he did so much for you already, helping you with anything he could instead of focusing solely on himself as everyone else did. He even wanted to team up with you, which was something that gave you hope for the time being. If you looked at things realistically, he was your only chance of survival out there and you had to go and blow it.

You didn't even realize it but a figure started slowly approaching you. You looked up but couldn't recognize, who that person was through your tears. Maybe it was a staff member coming to ask why you weren't training with the rest of the tributes. The footsteps got louder and louder before halting right in front of you.

“What's wrong princess? Why are you crying?”

A shiver ran down your spine, it was district two. 

He loomed over you, handsome as ever with his bulging arm pressed against the wall and holding up his whole body weight. His dark eyes sparkled with curiosity and another emotion you couldn't recognize. 

“W-what do you want?” you whimpered, peering up at him from under your lashes. Your eyes began to water again but you tried your best to stifle the sobs coming out of your mouth. You didn't want to look weaker than necessary to the career above you.

“I just want to know, who made you cry so that I can make them pay.”

You looked at him in confusion, not understanding what he was saying. Perhaps it was some sort of a sick joke.

“Stop saying that,” you muttered.

His expression hardened. “You think I'm just saying that?” he asked as if offended by your implications.

“W-well, your playing some sort of sick joke on me. Please, just leave me alone...you know I'm not a threat to you.”

“I'm not playing any jokes sweetheart,” he grumbled. “I'll protect you in the arena, I would never kill you,” he practically purred in your ear.

You felt chills run through you at his statement, not knowing what to say. This had to be some sick prank, you thought. You wondered how evil one could be to mess with the weaker tributes two days before the games. Did he really enjoy tormenting you like that? Ha, protect you, how could he say something like that in a game where only one could survive. This was really messed up.

“Y/n! Where are you?” 

The both of you turned around in the direction of the voice. You recognized it immediately. It was Felix.

“Y/n!”

Chris really didn't want to leave you right now but he had no other choice. There would be plenty of time for that in a few days, he thought.

“I'll see you in the arena,” he whispered in your ear before getting up and briskly walking away, leaving you on your own.

“Y/n! Oh god, are you ok? I'm really sorry,” Felix came running down the corridor. He stopped in front of your slumped-up body and crouched down next to you.

“I'm really fucking sorry,” he mumbled apologetically, “let’s go back, I promise I'll listen to you now.”

You wiped off your tears but still refused to look him in the eyes.

“Y/n? Y/n! I'm really sorry, you hear me? I crossed the line but it won't happen again.”

You could hear the quivering in his voice. You took a deep breath, knowing that the next sentence you were going to say was gonna break the both of you.

You hated to do this but you felt like it was time to break this alliance (or whatever the two of you had going on) off. 

“Felix, I think we should stop this.”

***

a/n: thanks for reading, i hope you enjoyed. make sure to let me know what you thought <3

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Title: Much Ado About Kissing

Pairing: Ichigo/Orihime

Rating: PG, bordering on T, mild naughty content.

Notes: A bit late, but Happy Valentine’s Day, origos!! This is mostly crack!fic, but it was in my WIPs and I wanted it out there!

It started on a Friday.

Ichigo tapped his pencil against the kitchen counter, eyeing his laptop with a slight frown. Sakamoto, despite being a little out-of-touch and tough around the edges, was one hell of a professor who got Hosseini as much as he did. And as much as Ichigo loved putting on a front, he really did want to impress this guy.

"I think I'm going to stay up for a bit," he announced, working through a yawn as he stretched his arms overhead. "Gotta finish working on this paper."

"Okay," Orihime replied, setting her chocolate wrapper down on the counter as she came up to him. "I'm going to bed, though. Early day at work for me!" She looped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him back against her as she pecked his cheek. "Good luck on your paper."

Ichigo grunted, turning his face so he could get his proper goodnight kiss. Orihime obliged, pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth with a small kiss, and laughing softly when he dotted the chocolate crumbs with the tip of his tongue. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped midway when he made a face.

"What?"

"Blech, you taste like mint-chocolate," he complained, reminded of his -- correct -- opinion that there was no greater bastard in the world than the man who decided to add mint to chocolate. Those two things did not go together. He did not care how many cute faces his girlfriend made at him to convince him otherwise; it was simply a fact.

"Honestly, Ichigo," she began, rolling her eyes with the air of someone who had been through this before. "It isn't that bad."

"It tastes like toothpaste," he argued, watching her brows knit together. "It does."

"Well, maybe you don't brush often enough to know what real toothpaste tastes like," she teased, grinning when he rolled his eyes.

He crossed his arms. "Pray tell, Inoue-sama, what does real toothpaste taste like, then?"

"Not mint-chocolate, that's for sure," she chimed, prodding his chest with her index finger. Then, her smile dropped and an exaggerated pout took it's place instead as she trailed her finger up to his lips. "You know, I'm really sad you called me gross."

"To be fair, I called the chocolate gross," he pointed out.

"Well I'm hurt nonetheless and I think it's a crime worthy of punishment," she declared, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Let's see, what should your punishment be?"

Ichigo waited, indulging her dramatics with an amused look. Orihime's "punishments" (if they could be called that) were often the most basic, self-serving things. Like making Ichigo eat the pickles off her sandwich (which he did anyway) or getting him to give her foot massages (which he didn't mind doing). Which was why he was more than surprised when she said,

"I know! You're banned from kissing me for a week!"

He stared, waiting for the punchline.

One...Two...Three...

It never came.

"You're serious," he deadpanned.

"Uh-huh!" she replied cheerfully, bopping him on his nose. "One week, Ichigo. A true test of wills."

He snorted. He'd bet anything this stupid challenge of hers wouldn't last, even though reasoning from previous dares told him Orihime was not one who backed down on her word that easily.

"One week," he agreed. It wasn't like they kissed that often anyway, most of their makeouts reserved for when they were home or not around other people. Besides, Orihime initiated kisses more than he did -- not for a lack of wanting, but rather a lack of courage -- and she'd figure it out soon enough for herself, how ridiculous this was.

Ah, yes. That was good enough reasoning for his burnt-out brain. He smirked. "One week."

Saturday morning

Daylight had broken in early through the window, a perfect morning for a jaunt around the neighbourhood. Hollows had started cropping up in Karakura around the ass crack of dawn lately, so it wouldn't hurt to rise with the sun and ensure all was well before he got on with his day. Beside him, Orihime -- or rather, whatever he could make of her among the lump of blankets -- was still fast asleep, her body rising up and down with her deep breathing. Ichigo rose gingerly, trying not to wake her. He worked the tightness in his back, sleepily ambling to the bathroom as he rubbed his eyes.  

And so the day began, without consequence.

By the time Ichigo stepped out of the shower, Orihime was sitting up in bed, scrolling through her phone. Her eyes were still half-closed, but she seemed awake enough for semi-coherent conversation.

"Yo," he said, sitting down on her side of the bed. "I'm heading out. Need anything from the store?"

She shook her head and yawned, setting her phone aside. "Want me to go with you?"

"No, it should be fine," he said, tucking her blanket under the soft curve of her chin. His eyes fell to her lips. It was obvious enough to anyone that Orihime was pretty, but this early in the morning, she looked downright adorable. He surged forward unthinkingly, making it until his forehead touched hers, when she stopped him with her elbow.

"No can do, mister," she sang, pushing him back slightly. "No kissing for one week, remember?"

Memories of a late night conversation flashed to his mind, and he did indeed recall making such a promise with his coursework-addled brain.

"I didn't think..." He muttered under his breath.

"Didn't think I was serious?" she challenged, hands on her hips. "You should've known by now that I am a woman of my word, Ichigo."

Ichigo swallowed. "Of course," he said, then trailed his finger along the seam of her blanket before meeting her eyes. "Just to be sure, what are the terms of our, uh, challenge?"

Surely she'd let him kiss her cheek. Right?

"No cheeks," she said, flushing slightly. It always felt rather intimate when he kissed her cheek, even though there was nothing remotely scandalous about it. "No fingers either," He bit back a curse, knowing full well she enjoyed knuckle kisses. She paused. "Forehead is fair game?"

"Alright," he agreed easily, leaning forward to press a kiss between her eyebrows.

He pulled back and stood up, stomach feeling oddly empty.

"Be careful," she called out, watching him leave.

He scratched his cheek. "Uh. Yeah."

Shaking his head, he retreated out the door.

Tuesday night

It had been two days.

Ichigo watched as Orihime pinned new post-its onto the chores chart, peeling the previous week's off. She stuck one of the little neon ones on the stub of her nose, then turned to Ichigo. "Look at me, I've got neon snot!"  

He balked. "Listen, Orihime," he called out, eyes following her as she walked back to the kitchen. "This isn't because you're mad at me for what I said the other day, right?"

She stopped in her footsteps, staring at him curiously. "This?"

Ichigo cleared his throat. "The 'no kissing' thing."

Orihime's mouth made a little 'o'. She came up to him, hesitated for a moment, then dropped onto his lap heavily. He let out an 'oof,' but curled his arms around her waist as she locked her own around his neck.

"No," she said simply.

"No?"

"I'm not mad at you," she explained. "I'm just...curious."

His eyebrows raised high. "About?"

She leaned closer, bumping her nose with his teasingly before withdrawing back. "About what you're going to do."

Ichigo flushed, then grumbled, "I'm not gonna forcibly kiss you."

Orihime smiled. "I know, you're so sweet," she said, laughing at his scowl. "But I just wanna know if we can make it. For science."

Ichigo scoffed. "We went to war twice, I think we can survive a week without kissing."

Thursday afternoon

Kurosaki Ichigo, famous last words: "We went to war twice, I think we can survive a week without kissing."

It was the hardest goddamn week of his life. And it was hard for her too, he knew it was. He’d caught her more than once, just staring at his mouth unabashed, with a heat in her gaze that made his toes curl. If this was some sort of foreplay, it was the longest foreplay he’d had to endure in his life. But there was the matter of pride and winning and toughing it out and he’d let Orihime go undefeated at Mario Kart too many times to let this one slip, too.

They weren’t the only ones that noticed the change, however. Tatsuki had caught on, too, staring between them during weekly brunch in confusion when they refused to move as much to sit together, preferring to be on either side of the rounded table. When Ichigo purposefully let a trail of water dribble down his lips and further along the deep vee of his shirt -- and Orihime had squirmed -- she had to ask,

“Okay. What the hell is going on with you two?”

“What do you mean, Tatsuki-chan?” Orihime asked distractedly, licking her bottom lip as her eyes followed the movement of the water droplet. Was Ichigo’s skin glittering? She lifted her eyes to meet his gaze and the way his eyes had darkened was almost sinful. She shrieked. “I need to go to the bathroom, excuse me!”

She booked it out of there without waiting for Tatsuki to respond. Ichigo made to go after her, but Tatsuki pinned his wrist in place on the table to keep him there.

“What, Tatsuki?” he snapped, a dark cloud clustering over his head at his busted plan. He had known the water trick would work, he’d known it!

“Wanna tell me why you and my best friend are being horndogs in broad daylight?” Ichigo flushed, staring down at his nails. Tatsuki shook her head. “Seriously, I thought you guys were serious about the ‘nothing more personal than a handshake in public’ thing.”

“We are,” he insisted. That was before the whole ‘no kissing’ thing. Idly, Ichigo wondered if he was the kind of boyfriend who could make it work in the back of a public restroom.

His face turned a deep scarlet at the unbidden imagery. Definitely not.

“You know what,” Tatsuki said, with a defeated sigh. “I don’t even want to know. I’m gonna go find her, she’s been in there forever.”

“You..you do that,” Ichigo croaked, nodding his head seriously.

Saturday couldn’t arrive any faster.

Friday night, 11:45 p.m

"You’re doing that on purpose.” Ichigo’s eyebrow twitched, watching her smear lip gloss across her bottom lip meticulously. He bounced his knee impatiently, glancing back to the clock every now and then.

“Doing what?” she asked, meeting his eyes innocently through the mirror.

“Wearing the -- that,” he pointed at her silvery stick of lip gloss, before pointing at her butt shorts that said ‘Princess’ across the bottom, “and that.”

Orihime flushed, but revealed nothing as she stubbornly reapplied a coat. “I felt cute.”

“It’s eleven in the night,” he deadpanned, even as he felt warmth running through his veins because she did look cute.”Come here,” he said suddenly, shriveling at how low his voice had gotten.  

“Hmm?” Orihime’s eyes glanced at the clock. He grinned. So she was keeping up with the time, too.

“Come on.” He beckoned her over, setting down the book he was reading to make room for both of them.

“It’s still Friday,” she reminded him warily, even as she walked over to the bed and lifted up the comforter.

“Just want to cuddle,” he said sincerely, resting his head on the pillow as he watched her sideways. Orihime slid in, their knees bumping as they shifted around to make room for each other. He cupped her face and watched as her eyes softened when he smiled.

“How much longer?” she whined quietly, when his thumb rubbed the shell of her ear.

He propped himself on an elbow and glanced over her head. 11:55 p.m.

“Five minutes,” he whispered, coming back down to her.

“Okay.” She ran a hand down his arm, interlocking with his fingers as their foreheads touched. “I love you.”

“Love y’too,” he replied, tracing her plump cheek with his thumb. “Though I still don’t understand why we did this.”

“I thought it was funny.” She smiled, and the goofiness almost had him convinced that it was, in a way. He wondered how he’d ever kept his hands to himself, back when they weren’t dating.

“Some experiment,” he grumbled anyway, just to be trite.

She arched her head around, just as his own eyes lifted to the clock. Seconds now...

“Ichigo,” she said eagerly.

“Yeah,” he replied, breath quickening with anticipation.

11:59....11:59....11:59......Banzai!

They both dived in at once, crashing hard into each other as Orihime’s skull smashed right into Ichigo’s face with a groan.

“Fuck!”

“Owwww....”

They both inched away, Ichigo’s eyes blurring with watery pain while Orihime rubbed the reddening bump on her forehead.

“Orihime...?”

“Yeah?”

“I think you broke my nose.”

“Oh.”

She reached around absently for her pins. Ichigo lunged forward, and curled his hand around her neck gently, stopping her from turning away. When she opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, he dived right in and kissed her.

Some experiment, he thought to himself in broken-nosed glee as she began fervently kissing him back.

[higuchimon]

[fanfic] Secrets of Ears:  Chapter 4

Daisuke tried to wrap his brain around what Gennai said. He’d been created? It had felt kind of funny when he’d first heard it from Koushiro but to hear all the details like this – it wasn’t all that funny anymore.

His stomach churned a little bit as he stared down at his hands, then looked up at the others.

“So what does all this mean?” He wanted to know. “I mean – I’m not going to start wanting to tear apart reality or something, am I?”

“Unlikely. Gennai shook his head. “As I said, while you weren’t intended to develop a mind or personality of your own, you did. Which means you make your own choices, just like any other human or Digimon. But you will have to be wary of your dark side.”

“Dark side?” Miyako asked, eyes narrowing a trifle. “What’s that?”

“Just what he said,” Yamato answered. “All of us who have Viral blood have a dark side. The part of us that’s pure viral and takes after our Viral parent.” He twisted his lips for a heartbeat. “All of us have Digimon names. Mine is Chiguumon. But my dark side is Anbumon. They’re – not quite different people, not quite us.”

Jou nodded. “My name is Jitsumon. Dark side is Fuseiimon.” He made a face as annoyed as Yamato’s. “He drinks a lot more blood than I do. I do it because I need to. He does it because he likes to.”

“Aikoumon,” Sora quasi-introduced herself. “And my other side is Akuenmon. She’s not really someone you want to meet.”

Ken’s ears were naturally paler than the rest of him. Right now, Daisuke thought that the rest of him wanted to catch up to his ears in paleness. He swallowed.

“So what about us? Or the others?” His eyes flicked between Miyako and Koushiro.

“We don’t have dark sides. I’m Vaccine and Data, Miyako is Vaccine,” Koushiro told him. “As for the two of you, I can’t honestly be sure. You’ll have to encounter those sides to know their names. As for your own names – you’ll learn them. They’re written into your data.”

Daisuke wasn’t that worried about it. Gennai had just said that he could make his own decisions, so he wasn’t going to fret about a so-called dark side. What he worried about was Ken and what Ken was probably thinking. Ken had mostly accepted his past and moved on from it. But to hear that there was a dark side in him just waiting to get out…

Nope. Daisuke wasn’t going to let Ken worry about that. He’d not done all that work to get him to feel good about himself to let it all go to waste now.

So he stood up. “Well, thanks for letting us know. Come on, Ken. I want some ramen. You want ramen?”

Ken was on his feet a moment later. “Yes. I would like ramen.”

“Before you go,” Koushiro spoke quickly. “You need to be aware of this. Your powers are linked to the Digital World. The more time you spend there, the easier they will come to you. But now that you’re aware of them, they could manifest at any point. The key seems to be strong emotion. Watch yourselves.”

Daisuke didn’t waste another moment. He wrapped one hand around Ken’s, and wasn’t even remotely surprised that Ken’s hand shook in his grip.

He squeezed Ken’s fingers and smiled at him. This was weird, yeah. But it wasn’t anything that they couldn’t all get through together, just like they did everything else.

They settled back onto the train, neither of them saying anything about what they’d found out. Ken stared up at the train’s roof, his eyes half-closed, his hand still firmly in Daisuke’s. Daisuke’s fingers itched to bury themselves into Ken’s hair and do everything he could to soothe Ken.

He held back, though. He wasn’t going to bother Ken’s hair or even get close to his ears in public. He’d made a promise.

They stayed quiet all the way until they were in the ramen shop that Daisuke had wanted to go to today. Their partners stayed with them, just as quiet, Wormmon snuggling around Ken’s shoulders, V-mon leaning a little against Daisuke’s side.

It was V-mon who broke the silence. “I always kind of thought you smelled like a Digimon,” he said. “But I thought that it was because of me.”

Daisuke blinked before a laugh broke out of him. “Guess not.” He playfully tapped at V-mon’s nose. “Guess you need to get your nose checked.”

V-mon pouted, playfully whacking back at him. Ken chuckled a bit, but it sounded strained. Still, the ice had been broken.

“I don’t care who your sire was,” Wormmon said, squirming around so he could stare soulfully up into Ken’ eyes. “You’re my Ken-chan no matter what.”

Ken’s cheeks reddened and he stared down into his ramen bowl. “I don’t want to be like that again,” he murmured, hands clenching together. He swallowed for a second. “Do we know – do we know anymore if it was the Spore or if it was – me?”

“Does it matter?” Daisuke asked, shrugging. “You’re not like that now and you’re not going to be ever again. You know better. You’re not going to hurt anyone innocent ever again.”

He wasn’t surprised that Ken was worked up over it. He’d probably stayed worked up over it for a while. Even with Daisuke and Wormmon and all of the others telling him over and over that he’d grown and didn’t need to be worried about it. Ken worried. It was what he did.

“Hey!” A vaguely familiar voice declared and someone dropped himself down on Ken’s other side. Daisuke glanced over to see Tachibana Noriaki sitting there, flashing that brilliant white-toothed smile. Daisuke wondered if he should ask which toothpaste company sponsored him. “Didn’t think I’d see you guys here.”

Ken tensed at once, shifting to be closer to Daisuke. “Why not?”

“I thought you were gong on a date,” Tachibana teased. “You are dating, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” Daisuke wasn’t going to deny that they were an item. “And we are on a date.”

Tachibana tilted his head. “You’re going out for ramen as a date? I took my girlfriend to the gardens. Saw some really awesome flowers there.” His eyes glowed warmly. “You should do something like that. Or to a concert.” He stopped, eyes suddenly focused on Ken’s ears. “Or would that be too much for those poor sensitive ears of yours?”

One hand flashed out and dug into Ken’s hair, squeezing his ears. He didn’t let go, even as Ken squealed and started to bat at him.

“Aw, it’s not that bad! You’re not a little kid anymore, are you? You should be used to people playing with your ears, especially if you’ve got a boyfriend!” Tachibana grinned, light glinting off of his teeth.

Daisuke was on his feet already. He didn’t normally get too angry; he’d never really felt the need. It had to be something horrible to really trip his temper. Seeing this jerk fondle Ken’s ears like that, when Ken so very clearly wanted to be anywhere but here, did it.

“Let him go!” Daisuke snapped, and he wondered oddly why his voice sounded different, deeper, darker. Not for a moment did he think about what he’d been told earlier.

At least, not until a gleam of something caught his eye and he saw a long, sharp sword resting in Ken’s hand. Ken’s grip tightened and when he turned towards Daisuke, Daisuke could see red flames dancing in the back of them.

They’d been told the process would take time. It seemed that time wasn’t very long at all.

Part of him – a part that he’d never been aware of before – stirred. Those rage-spawned flames were so pretty. Not that anything about Ak – Ken – was ever not pretty, but there was something special about them regardless. He wanted to curl up in those flames and bask there forever.

Instead, he rested one hand on top of Ken’s, where the sword waited. He shook his head. “No.”

Tachibana either hadn’t ‘heard or wasn’t paying attention. He rubbed harder. “Hey, can you hear really well with these things? They look so weird, you should get some kind of benefit from them, right?”

As fast as Daisuke was, Ken had always been faster. He leaped to his feet, knocking Tachibana away with one hand, and brought his sword around to point at the other’s throat.

“Touch me again,” he growled, voice sounding far too much like the Kaiser, “and I won’t hesitate.” The tip of his sword rested on Tachibana’s throat. “And I won’t care.”

Daisuke strolled to stand beside Ken. “And I’ll give him an alibi. Anything he does, you pushed him to it. We told you to stop. You’re not listening. Either leave us alone or pay the price.”

Tachibana looked, to tell the truth, as if he were about to wet himself on the spot. Daisuke wouldn’t have been surprised. In point of fact, he thought it would have been hilarious.

Wormmon hadn’t moved from around Ken’s shoulders. He rested one pod on Ken carefully. “You don’t want to hurt him, Ken-chan,” he murmured. “He’s not worth it.”

“No, he’s not.” Ken replied. “But if he doesn’t leave me alone, I will.”

Tachibana turned paler even than Ken’s ears. He stumbled back, eyes flicking all over. “You’re insane!” He spat the words out before ducking away and fleeing for the door as fast as he could.

They were the only ones there at the time – they’d stayed long enough at Koushiro's that most of the usual crowd had gone home. The ramen chef had stepped into the back. The timing really couldn’t have been better.

Daisuke closed his hand once more on Ken’s. “He’s gone,” he murmured. “You can relax now. It’s all right.”

Ken stared at him,, the bright ruby flames still burning. Then he swallowed, staring down at the sword as if he’d never seen it before in his life. Daisuke guessed that he really hadn’t.

“What did I do?” Ken whispered brokenly. “What did I do, Daisuke?”

To Be Continued

Notes: One chapter left to go! Sunday wraps it all up. I rather enjoyed writing the confrontation between Ken and Tachibana. Tachibana will probably run screaming if he so much as spies Ken across the street now. He’s lucky Akogimon didn’t fully awaken. Akogimon would have skewered him and laughed about. Think Kaiser, but worse. Much, much worse.

[kawaiikichi]

The Body Swapping Hijinks of Shuichi and Kokichi (Saiouma)

(Yes, this is literally the title. Aren’t I creative XD)

Saiouma #3 (Roommates) and #22 (College AU) from the “Two Tropes + Pairing” list for @sunshine12340! First, I would like to apologize for the long wait. I feel bad for not having this out earlier ;^;

This one was pretty fun to write and just some of the things that they said and did in each other’s bodies was just so downright hilarious that I would have to take a small break from it because I was laughing too hard XD

I hope you like it and let me know if you would like anything changed/edited! :D

*Based off of this request (here’s the second part of it)*

Title: The Body Swapping Hijinks of Shuichi and Kokichi

Tropes Used: #3 (Body Swap) and #22 (College AU)

Summary: After colliding with each other, Shuichi and Kokichi wind up swapping bodies. Chaos ensues as they try to get through the day as each other.

One-Shot Notes: Shuichi and Kokichi are roommates with Kaito and Gonta being their suitemates; Green zone: At my university, we have sections of the library labeled the green zone, yellow, zone, and red zone (or as I remember it being called during my campus tour, “green light, yellow light, red light”), where you can talk as loud as you want in the green zone, only whisper quietly in the yellow zone and complete silence in the red zone

One-shot is under the cut!

“Eh? You’re going to a mixer tonight?”

Shuichi blinked at Kokichi in surprise as he threw on a cream-colored cardigan over his blue and white plaid button-up shirt.

“Yeah. Honestly, I had no intention of going because I’m not really looking for anyone to date because I already have someone I like, but Amami-chan insisted because he didn’t want to go alone. So, in the end, I’m going.” Kokichi explained.

“I see...” Shuichi trailed off.

He bit his bottom lip. The idea of Kokichi going to a mixer and getting friendly with someone there unsettled him.

He started developing a crush on him two months after they met at Rantaro’s birthday party last year. When they first met, they surprisingly hit it off quite well and decided to room with each other this year. Maki and Kaito weren’t happy about the fact that Kokichi, who was well-known for his troublemaker antics, was pretty close with Shuichi, but they chose to keep those feelings bottled up for Shuichi’s sake.

These feelings for Kokichi went from being just a simple crush to being head over heels for him. However, he felt that Kokichi didn’t feel the same way. So, he kept quiet about it.

“Hm?” Kokichi tilted his head to the side. “Saihara-chan, you look like you oppose the idea of me going to a mixer.” he commented.

“Huh?!” Shuichi stared at Kokichi in surprise. “No, I—“

“Now, now, there’s no need to lie about it. I can see it in your eyes.” Kokichi grinned. “Could it be that you have a crush on me? Is that why you’re so against it?” he asked.

“Huh?!” Shuichi’s cheeks flushed red.

He hit the nail right on the head, he thought to himself.

“Nishishi, I’m just kidding with you. I like seeing you get all flustered.” Kokichi leaned against the door to the bathroom. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to come back early enough so I can keep you company.” he teased.

“It’s fine! You don’t need to do that, Ouma-kun!” Shuichi exclaimed.

Just then, the bathroom door flew open, knocking Kokichi over in the process.

“Yo, bro! Do you have any toothpaste I can borrow—“

“Ouma-kun!”

Kaito watched in surprise as Shuichi caught Kokichi, the two falling to the floor in a messy heap of tangled limbs as their heads hit against the footboard of Kokichi’s bed.

“Holy shit! Are you two okay?!” Kaito paled. “I had no idea you two were so close to the door...” he trailed off.

As Kaito continued to panic, Shuichi reached up to rub his head.

“Ouch, that hurt...” he mumbled.

That was when he noticed something.

Wait a minute. Why do I sound like Ouma-kun, he asked himself.

He looked down and realized that instead of the button-up shirt, cardigan, skinny jeans, and dark brown oxfords that he chose to wear for today, he had on a pastel rainbow striped sweater with a white tank top under it, white skinny jeans that had tears by the knees, and white slip-on Vans. His eyes widened in surprise.

It couldn’t be...

He reached up and pulled at a lock of hair, seeing that it was purple rather than black. He paled as realization hit him.

What the fu—

“I got taller!” a loud scream reached his ears.

Shuichi turned in surprise only to come face to face with his own body. Horror flashed through their eyes as Kaito spoke.

“U-Um, you guys? Are you sure you’re okay? You’re starting to frighten me...” he trailed off.

“There’s no need to worry, Momota-kun. We’re both fine. At least...” Shuichi looked at Kokichi (rather, at himself). “I think we are.” he commented.

“Momota...kun? Oi, Ouma, you never say that. Are you really sure you’re okay?” Kaito asked.

“No, we’re not okay!” Kokichi glared at Kaito. “We are not okay at all, Mister Grey Matter for Brains!” he snapped.

“Shuichi?” Kaito questioned.

“Um, Momota-kun, let me explain...”

“What is there to explain?! You’re acting way too polite, Ouma, and Shuichi is acting really rude! You guys are acting as if you’ve swapped bodies or something!”

“That’s exactly what it is, though, Momota-kun! I think we did swap bodies!”

Shuichi and Kokichi untangled themselves and stood as they looked at Kaito, whose face resembled a sheet of paper.

“You...what?” Kaito asked.

Shuichi sighed, reaching up to rub his temple (or Kokichi’s temple, in this case).

“I think we swapped bodies when you swung open the door, hit Ouma-kun, and the two of us went falling to the ground.” Shuichi explained.

“Oi, oi, oi, don’t mess around with me, bro. There’s no way that’s possible!” Kaito shouted.

“It is, though.” Shuichi pointed at himself. “Right now, I’m in Ouma-kun’s body and he’s in mine.” Shuichi explained.

“Oh my god...this whole situation is like it came straight out of a novel. It’s like...the supernatural...” Kaito yelped. “The supernatural! Ghosts! You two have been possessed by ghosts!” he screamed at the top of his lungs before passing out.

“Momota-kun!” Shuichi exclaimed in horror.

Kokichi cackled from behind him.

“Man, he’s such a wuss, passing out after hearing that we swapped bodies!” he exclaimed as he continued to laugh.

Shuichi turned to watch Kokichi in shock as he continued to double over in laughter. It felt weird hearing Kokichi say things like that in his voice.

Just then, Gonta poked his head inside.

“Gonta heard loud noise! Is everything okay?” he then saw Kaito passed out on the floor. “Ah! What happened to Momota-kun?!” he exclaimed.

“Hey, Gonta-chan!” Kokichi waved. “Mister Space Freak passed out.” he stated.

“Eh?! No way! Saihara-kun, is that true?!” Gonta asked, looking at Kokichi in shock.

“Actually, I’m over here, Gonta-kun...” Shuichi trailed off, raising his hand.

“Eh? Saihara-kun is Ouma-kun? Gonta is confused.” Gonta said.

“Yeah, it’s a little hard to understand. What happened was that when Momota-kun opened the door not too long ago, he hit Ouma-kun with it. I caught him in order to cushion his fall and the two of us fell and hit our heads against the footboard of his bed, which I think caused us to swap bodies. So now, he’s in my body and I’m in his.” Shuichi explained.

“Eh?! Saihara-kun and Ouma-kun swap bodies?! No way!” Gonta said.

“Welp, it’s the truth, Gonta-chan! I’m now veeeeeery tall and Saihara-chan is now a total shortie!” Kokichi jeered.

“You just called yourself a shortie, though, Ouma-kun...” Shuichi mumbled.

“Watch that smart mouth of yours, Saihara-chan!” Kokichi snapped angrily, hands flying onto his hips as Gonta spoke.

“Oh...Ouma-kun and Saihara-kun swap bodies...Gonta suggests that you two go see doctor!” he suggested.

“That sounds like a good idea, but...” Shuichi looked at the clock on the wall. “We have to go to class soon.” he said.

“Oh...Okay! Maybe Saihara-kun and Ouma-kun can go after classes!” he chirped.

“Yeah, we can do that.” Shuichi said.

He watched how Kokichi furrowed his brows at that statement as Gonta spoke.

“Gonta bring Momota-kun back to room now!” he said as he picked Kaito’s body up from the floor and he left, closing the door behind him.

Shuichi sighed, reaching up to rub his fingers through his hair.

“Ugh, what do we do now...?” he asked.

“I’ve seen this happen before in a lot of the mangas I’ve read. All we have to do is headbutt each other in order to turn back!” Kokichi replied cheerfully.

“Okay, let’s do that.” Shuichi looked at Kokichi. “Also, why are you twirling my hair around your finger?!” he exclaimed.

“It’s a habit of mine, okay?!” Kokichi whined.

“Well, cut it out!”

“I don’t wanna!”

Shuichi groaned as he reached up to grab Kokichi’s cheeks and yank him down, their heads slamming together. They both staggered backward, holding their pounding heads.

“Ugh, dammit...that hurt a lot more than I thought it would...” Shuichi mumbled.

He looked at himself, noting that his line of vision was still pretty low.

“Well, that did nothing. I’m still in your body.” Shuichi commented.

“Congratulations on pointing out the obvious, Sherlock.” Kokichi shot back.

He then looked at the watch on his wrist.

“Shit, I’m supposed to meet up with Amami-chan soon so that we can walk to class together...” he trailed off.

“You mean I’m supposed to go meet with Amami-kun. I’m in your body, remember?” Shuichi reminded him.

Kokichi facepalmed.

“Oh, damn it all.” he stated.

“Okay, it looks like we’re going to have to wait for this to wear off. Akamatsu-san was telling me about a manga that she read where two girls swapped bodies with each other and the effect didn’t wear off until the next morning. So, maybe we just need to wait.” Shuichi looked at Kokichi. “You need to get going, as well. My class starts in seven minutes.” he suggested.

“Your class is in the forensics building, right?” Kokichi asked, reaching to grab his backpack.

“Yeah. I’ll send you my full schedule so that you can reference it throughout the day.” Shuichi looked at the bag that Kokichi had grabbed. “Also, I need to take that bag. Your bag is over there.” he said, nodding to the navy blue messenger bag that was on his bed.

Kokichi looked over at the messenger bag.

“Ugh, for real?” he complained.

“Yes, for real.” Shuichi took the checkered backpack out of Kokichi’s hands. “Geez, why do you have so many pins on your bag? Aren’t you afraid that you might lose some of them or get scratches on them?” he asked as he put his arms through the straps.

“It’s my bag, I do what I want!” Kokichi stomped over the messenger bag. “Also, why is your bag so plain-looking? It’s plainer than Mugi-chan’s appearance.” he commented.

“Like you said, it’s my bag.” Shuichi shot back.

Kokichi narrowed his eyes at Shuichi as he slung the messenger bag over his shoulder.

“Whatever.” Kokichi breezed past Shuichi. “I need to hurry and get to your class. I’ll also text you my schedule, so for now, just go down to the dining hall’s entrance and meet up with Amami-chan.” he said.

“Okay...” Shuichi trailed off.

He then turned to look at Kokichi.

“Make sure you don’t slip up! You need to act like me or else people will get suspicious, okay?!” Shuichi called out.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Kokichi responded with a nonchalant wave of his hand before heading out into the hall, closing the door behind him.

Shuichi released a loud sigh.

“I hope he doesn’t mess up anything...” he grumbled before heading out into the hall, as well.

💜💜💜💜

Kokichi sat in the classroom for Shuichi’s first class, staring blankly at the words written on the board.

“Get into your groups and discuss how you plan on giving your report to the class on your investigation...?” he wondered out loud.

What the heck is this report even on? Does he have a sheet or something that has the information about this assignment in his binder or something? Also, who is part of my group, he asked himself.

He flipped through the pages in Shuichi’s binder, finally finding what he was looking for. At least, he hoped it was what he was looking for.

“This looks like something relating to an investigation report...” he mumbled under his breath.

He opened the rings of the binder and took the papers out, snapping the rings back together as two guys came up to him.

“Hey, Saihara-kun! You managed to finish up the report, right?” the guy to his left asked.

Kokichi furrowed his brows at him.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“Huh? I’m your group member for this assignment.” the guy replied, blinking his eyes twice in confusion.

“Really now?” Kokichi said as he looked down at the sheet of paper, seeing two other names besides Shuichi’s at the top.

“Amano Shigeru-chan? Or Taguchi Takato-chan?” he asked.

“It’s Amano...” Shigeru trailed off.

“More importantly, are you okay, Saihara-kun? You’re not usually this forgetful. Also, you never refer to anyone by -chan.” Takato commented.

“Hm?” Kokichi hummed in response.

Just then, he recalled Shuichi’s words to him as he was leaving their dorm room.

“Make sure you don’t slip up! You need to act like me or else people will get suspicious, okay?!” Kokichi immediately turned pale.

Oh god, he did say that! Goddammit it all, he thought to himself.

He forced out a chuckle.

“Did I really say -chan? Ah, sorry about that.” he apologized.

“It’s fine, Saihara-kun! We all have off days, so it’s fine!” Shigeru said as he waved his hands wildly.

Takato sighed.

“So, is the report finished?” he asked.

“Yup, it’s done!” Kokichi chirped in response.

Shigeru and Takato eyed Kokichi curiously as he flipped through the papers.

I hope this is what they mean when they ask if it’s done because I got no clue, he thought to himself.

“So, Saihara-kun, we’ll have you go over the list of suspects and who the culprit of the crime is while we go over everything else. Sound good?” Takato asked.

“Yeah, sounds good to me.” Kokichi replied.

As he began to read through the report, his eyes grew wide.

My god, they were working on such a complicated case?! There’s a lot of terms here that I don’t really understand, he thought to himself.

He began to sweat.

Oh god, I really have my work cut out for me, he thought to himself.

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As the professor continued to go through the lecture on complex characters in fiction works, Shuichi jotted down the notes in Kokichi’s sparkly purple spiral notebook.

Rantaro eyed Shuichi curiously as he flipped to the next page. Then, he poked his arm with the eraser end of his mechanical pencil.

“Hm?” Shuichi said as he shot a glance at Rantaro.

“This is the first time I’m seeing you actually take down notes in class. I’m shocked.” he commented.

“Really?” Shuichi questioned, his eyes growing wide in surprise.

“Yeah, really.” Rantaro took a look at the examples that Shuichi had jotted down. “They’re even color-coded and neat. Compared to your swirly and cursive-like writing, these are more easy to read. It reminds me a lot of Saihara-kun’s notes.” he commented.

“Is that so...” Shuichi trailed off.

I can’t believe this...does Ouma-kun not take notes in his classes or something? Amami-kun sounded like the world had ended when he saw that I was taking notes, he thought to himself.

He then looked at what he had written down, observing his handwriting.

As much as I wanted to replicate Ouma-kun’s writing, it’s too swirly for my taste. Just how is he able to understand what he’s written down, he wondered to himself.

He continued writing as the professor told them to start sketching out a complex character of their own. As he began to brainstorm, Rantaro slipped a note in his direction. Shuichi arched a brow at this as he read what the piece of paper said.

We’re still on for the mixer later tonight, right?

Shuichi had to resist the urge to release an annoyed sigh.

Gosh, I almost forgot that he’s going to that mixer, he thought to himself.

He was nearly tempted to write down that he wasn’t going to go after all, but he stopped himself. He turned the piece of paper over and wrote his response.

I guess? Why are you asking?

Rantaro took the piece of paper and wrote something down under his response.

Just checking.

Shuichi frowned at this as Rantaro wrote something else.

It’s just funny that you’re deciding to come after all, seeing as you were so adamant about not going before. Does it have something to do with Saihara-kun?

Shuichi’s eyes widened in surprise upon seeing his name on the paper.

Wait, what, he asked himself.

He took the piece of paper and wrote down his response.

What do you mean?

Rantaro chose not to respond to the question, going back to working on the exercise. Shuichi wanted to nudge Rantaro and ask him to explain what he meant, but something told him that he wouldn’t say anything more, so he decided against it.

However, even as he tried to distract himself, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander.

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Kokichi looked at the schedule that Shuichi sent him over text, sighing deeply.

“Ugh, now it’s a break for an hour and a half before going to the abnormal psychology lecture hall from three thirty until ten minutes to six...this is so ridiculous! How in the world is Saihara-chan able to go to all of these difficult classes without dropping dead?” he wondered out loud.

He glanced over at the nearby dining hall.

I should at least go and get something to eat, he thought to himself.

He began to make his way over there as a voice called out to him.

“Oh! Saihara-kun!”

Kokichi immediately stiffened.

Oh, hell no.

This could not be happening to him.

He slowly turned, watching as Kaede began to make his way over to him.

Goddammit it all. It’s Miss Piano Nerd, the last person I wanted to run into, he thought to himself.

He forced a smile onto his lips.

“Hey there, Kayay—I mean, Akamatsu-san!” he greeted.

Kaede smiled as she approached him, ignoring the way he covered up his mistake.

“What a coincidence, running into you here! Harukawa-san and I were just thinking about going to grab lunch before we head to the gym!” she chirped.

“Wait, who’s with you?” Kokichi asked, hoping he heard her wrong.

“Harukawa-san!” Kaede replied.

Kokichi felt his blood slowly turn cold as Maki poked her head out from behind Kaede.

Oh, god no.

No.

No, no, no, no—

Okay, scratch what I said about Kayayday earlier. She’s the second to last person I wanted to run into. It’s Harukawa-chan! She’s the last person I wanted to run into today, he thought to himself.

“Yo.” Maki greeted.

“Y-Yo.” Kokichi replied lamely.

Oh my god, I want to die. Please let the ground swallow me whole, please, he silently pleaded.

“Are you going for lunch, too?” Kaede asked.

“Yeah, seeing as I have some time before I go to my last class for the day.” Kokichi replied.

“Wow! It truly is a coincidence!” Kaede beamed at him. “Let’s get lunch together, then!” she chirped.

Kokichi could only stare as Kaede looped her arms around his own and she began pulling him in the direction of the dining hall with Maki following close behind.

Ugh, I can’t believe this! I can’t believe I have to eat lunch with Kayayday and Annoying Harukawa-chan, he thought to himself.

He then stared down at Kaede’s arms, which were wrapped around his own tightly.

Also, does she always hold him like this?! Gosh, ever her boobs are pressing against his arm...he actually lets her do this?! Ugh, now I’m really angry, he thought to himself.

They headed to the dining hall and after getting their food, they sat down at a table and began to eat. Kokichi poked his chopsticks at the bowl of white rice in front of him as Maki and Kaede conversed.

I can’t even eat what I usually have for lunch or else they’ll find out the truth, he thought to himself.

He sighed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, proceeding to type out a text to Shuichi.

Shuichi S: Saihara-chan, I know that you’re in class rn, but I need help!!! I’m being forced to eat with Akamatsu-chan and Harukawa-chan and I’m 99.9% sure that I’m going to screw this up

“Who are you texting, Saihara-kun?”

Kokichi looked up mid-text and saw Kaede watching him inquisitively.

“Uh...I’m texting Saihara-chan.” he replied.

“Saihara...chan?” Maki questioned.

Kokichi grew pale upon realizing that he slipped up.

Shit, shit, shit, shiiiiiiiiiiit! I was not supposed to say that, he thought to himself.

“But...you’re right here, Saihara-kun...” Kaede trailed off.

“Ahahaha! I was just kidding with you two! I mean, I’m texting Ouma-kun.” Kokichi said, putting emphasis on -kun.

He quickly finished his text and sent it, silently hoping that Shuichi would respond to it soon.

“Are you now?” Maki asked.

“Of course I am.” Kokichi replied.

Stop asking questions if you know what’s good for you, Harukawa-chan, he thought to himself as he shot a pointed glare in her direction.

He reached for his cup of water and began sipping on it as Kaede spoke.

“Speaking of Ouma-kun, have you told him yet?” she asked.

“Hm? Told him what?” Kokichi inquired.

“That you like him, obviously.” Kaede replied.

Kokichi sputtered, water spilling all over the counter.

“Ah! Saihara-kun, you spilled your water!” Kaede exclaimed as she scrambled to pull napkins out of the holder and wipe up the mess he made.

Wait, wait, hold on a minute! Did I hear her right, he asked himself.

“Wait, Saihara-cha—I mean, I like Ouma-kun?” he asked.

“Yeah? You said you liked him since December of last year.” Maki stated bluntly.

“I did, huh...” Kokichi trailed off.

He leaned back in his seat, staring up at the modern light fixture above the table they were seated at. On the inside, he was freaking out.

Saihara-chan likes me?! He actually likes me?! Oh my god, is this for real?! Are my feeling requited after all, he asked himself.

He chuckled to himself.

“Holy shit...”

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Shuichi looked down at the text that Kokichi sent him of his schedule earlier today.

Shuichi S: After school, you need to meet with Keeboy in the library! He should be on the second floor. We usually spend Fridays after class in the library for a little while before returning to our dorms~

Okay, so now I need to head to the library and meet up with Keebo-kun, he thought to himself.

He sighed as he made the trek across campus to the library.

I really don’t want to poke fun and tease Keebo-kun like Ouma-kun usually does because that’s just mean, but I’m going to have to in order to keep up appearances, he thought to himself.

He arrived at the library a few minutes later and he stepped inside, making his way up to the second floor. He weaved through the shelves of books before spotting Keebo sitting at one of the tables near the window.

There he is. Now, how does Ouma-kun usually approach him again? Doesn’t he tackle him while shouting some rude nickname or something, he asked himself.

He shrugged.

I’ll just wing it, he thought to himself.

“Hiya, Keeboy!” Shuichi shouted as he tackled Keebo.

Keebo let out a startled shout, AirPods flying out of his ears at the force. Some people gave them looks, but turned back to what they were doing soon after.

Shuichi let out a relieved sigh.

Thank god we’re in the green zone. I can be as loud as I need to be, he thought to himself.

“Ou-Ouma-kun!” Keebo exclaimed.

“Nishishi! Spooked you, didn’t I? Did your heart leap out of your chest when I did that?” he asked.

“Of course it did! Who wouldn’t be terrified by that?!”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Shuichi moved to sit down across from him as Keebo bent down and picked up his AirPods from the floor.

I’m so sorry, Keebo-kun. Once this whole situation is over, I’ll come and apologize to you myself, he thought to himself as he placed Kokichi’s backpack on top of the table.

Keebo sighed as he placed his AirPods on the table and paused his music.

“Well? How were classes today?” he asked.

“Just dandy!” Shuichi chirped.

“That’s good.” Keebo replied.

Shuichi pulled out the materials he needed to work on and got to work. Keebo did the same, the two of them falling into a comfortable silence. As he worked, he couldn’t help but think about Kokichi.

I hope he’s doing alright...I mean, I told him what he needed to do in order to survive having lunch with Akamatsu-san and Harukawa-san, but I can’t help worrying over him, he thought to himself.

He sighed, setting his pencil down as Keebo spoke.

“So, are you still going to that mixer?” he asked.

“The mixer?” Shuichi questioned.

Great, even Keebo-kun’s asking...I am so tempted to say no, but at the same time, I shouldn’t let my emotions get the better of me, he told himself.

“Yeah. Are you still going with Amami-kun?” Keebo asked.

“Well...” Shuichi reached up to twirl some hair around his finger. “Yeah, I still am.” he replied.

Keebo stared at him with an incredulous look on his face.

“I still can’t believe you’re going, let alone actually agreeing to it.” he stated.

This made Shuichi arch a brow.

Keebo-kun’s acting like he’s against it...come to think of it, Amami-kun also seemed surprised when I confirmed that he was still going to the mixer...he even mentioned something about me...I wonder why that is, he wondered to himself.

“Hm? How come?” he asked.

“I mean, I don’t see why you would go if you have feelings for Saihara-kun...” Keebo trailed off.

The world screeched to a sudden halt. Shuichi’s eyes widened as he stared at Keebo in shock.

He...what?

“...Huh?” he asked.

“What do you mean, huh? You like Saihara-kun and you’ve liked him from the very moment you saw him! How come you’re acting so surprised about this? You’re always gushing over him and telling me everything from how he helped you with your homework to how you like it when he’s shirtless because he has such a ‘killer body.’” Keebo explained.

Shuichi felt his cheeks turn red.

I had no idea he felt this way about me...he’s thought of me the same way I thought of him, but he’s liked me from the very beginning, he thought to himself.

He was so immersed in his thoughts that he failed to hear Keebo call out his name. The snapping of fingers was what pulled him out of his trance, eyes blinking rapidly as Keebo gazed at him in concern.

“Ouma-kun?” he asked.

“Ah! Sorry, it’s just...” he resumed twirling some hair around his finger, doing it faster than last time. “You brought it up so suddenly that I couldn’t help but react that way...” he trailed off.

“I see...well, I guess that’s normal.” Keebo pulled away (Shuichi has no idea of how close Keebo leaned in towards his face until he withdrew) and propped his elbows up on the table, resting his face in his hands. “Also, didn’t you say you were going to confess to him? What happened to that?” he asked.

“Huh?! C-Confess to Saihara-chan?!” Shuichi exclaimed in shock.

At that point, the blush on his cheeks had spread to his ears. He bit his lip, twirling his hair around his finger even faster as Keebo watched him in surprise.

“You’re acting like a flustered schoolgirl, which is so not like you. Are you okay?” he asked.

“Y-Yeah! No need to worry about me! I’m okay, Keeboy!” Shuichi replied.

He tried to calm the quick racing of his heart as he stared down at the open notebook before him.

Oh my god, he even planned on confessing to me soon?! This is crazy, totally crazy, he thought to himself.

Then, another thought hit him.

Wait a minute...if Ouma-kun has feelings for me—

“Then why...?” he trailed off.

“That’s what I’d like to know.” Keebo said with an exasperated sigh.

Shuichi bit his lip as he looked back down at the open notebook, thinking about this sudden revelation.

This is all so weird...

Shuichi sighed.

I’m going to need to get to the bottom of this.

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Shuichi arrived back at the dorm room he shared with Kokichi after being at the library with Keebo. Upon stepping inside, he saw Kokichi digging through his closet before pulling a set of clothes out.

It was a loose, white cardigan with gold stars all over it, a light blue button-up shirt, and dark denim skinny jeans.

He laid them out on the bed as he looked over and locked eyes with Shuichi.

“Oh... you’re back.” he said.

As soon as Kokichi spoke, he was immediately reminded of what Keebo told him in the library.

“What do you mean, huh? You like Saihara-kun and you’ve liked him from the very moment you saw him! How come you’re acting so surprised about this? You’re always gushing over him and telling me everything from how he helped you with your homework to how you like it when he’s shirtless because he has such a ‘killer body.’” his cheeks turned red.

Oh god, now that I know Ouma-kun likes me back, this feels so awkward, he thought to himself.

“Hm? Saihara-chan, your face is red. Are you alright?” Kokichi called out.

“H-Huh? Uh, yeah, I’m alright.” Shuichi replied.

“Mmmm, you sure about that? Because your face says otherwise.” Kokichi commented.

Shuichi swallowed as Kokichi made his way over to him. He backed up until his back was pressed against the door, Kokichi trapping him against it. Shuichi’s mind was going haywire.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, he’s so close! Very close! He’s completely towering over me! I wonder if this is how feels each time he’s beside me, he told himself.

Kokichi peered at him before reaching out and pressing the palm of his hand against Shuichi’s forehead.

“Hmm...it doesn’t seem like you have a fever...” he mused.

Shuichi’s cheeks turned redder as Kokichi flipped his hand over so that the back of it was against his forehead. He withdrew his hand soon after and a smirk crossed his lips.

“My, your cheeks got even redder. Maybe it’s because I’m close to you like this?” he asked.

“That’s...!” Shuichi squeaked out.

“Oh my god, were you thinking something dirty?! Man, Saihara-chan’s not as pure as I thought he was!” Kokichi exclaimed.

“That’s not what it is, Ouma-kun! Also, don’t say those kinds of things with my face!” Shuichi shouted.

Kokichi laughed as he pulled away from Shuichi and made his way back over to the bed.

“So, I took out the clothes that I’m going to be wearing to the mixer.” Kokichi pulled out a pair of black boots and placed them at the foot of the bed. “You have to meet up with Amami-chan in front of the dorms for seven fifteen and then you guys will go to the mixer from there. Put that on and then I’ll help you with makeup and stuff.” he explained.

“I see...” Shuichi trailed off.

He stared at Kokichi as he began to think.

I need to tell him now. There is no way I can keep quiet about this forever, now that I know how he feels about me, he thought to himself.

He balled his hands into fists as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Actually, Ouma-kun...before I go and get changed, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” he said.

He let the backpack fall to the ground beside his feet as Kokichi turned to look at him.

“Yeah? What’s up?” he answered.

“Well...” Shuichi’s tongue darted out to lick at his lips. “I just want to know, why are you going to that mixer, anyway?” he asked.

“Why? It’s because Amami-chan didn’t want to go alone, so I decided to go with him.” Kokichi replied.

“But, you said you had no intentions of going before because you already have someone you like, didn’t you?”

“Yeah? But now I’m going. I don’t understand what you’re trying to imply, Saihara-chan.”

“It’s just...it doesn’t make sense!” Shuichi stared at him. “Why would you still go to the mixer despite the fact that you’re in love with me?!” he asked.

Kokichi grew still, his eyes wide in shock.

“Wait...what did you say?” he asked.

“I heard from Keebo-kun while I was at the library. You had feelings for me from day one and you even planned on confessing to me soon.” Shuichi said.

Kokichi’s hand flew over his mouth.

“Oh, dammit...” he mumbled.

“Why is it, despite the fact that you like me, you’re going to a mixer?!” Shuichi asked.

“Why should it matter to you? Are you also in love with me? Is that why?” Kokichi shot back.

Shuichi’s eyes widened.

“How did you find that out?” he asked.

“Akamatsu-chan said it! She was asking if you told me yet that you—wait. When I teased you about having a crush on me because you were acting like me going to this mixer was such a bad idea...that was true? You actually do have a crush on me?” Kokichi asked.

“Yes, it’s true. I like you too, Ouma-kun.” Shuichi made his way over to Kokichi. “So, you better not go to that damn mixer or else you’ll really regret it.” he said.

“Saihara-cha—“ he was cut off by Shuichi grabbing his wrist and yanking him down, their lips colliding in a kiss.

Kokichi stiffened at first but kissed back soon after. His arms went to wrap around Shuichi as they moved toward’s Shuichi’s bed, Kokichi climbing on top of him. Shuichi wrapped his arms around Kokichi’s neck.

This is definitely not how I was imagining my first kiss with him to go...oh, whatever. That means nothing compared to the fact that I’m actually kissing him right now, Shuichi thought to himself.

Shuichi pulled away, eyes slowly opening as he looked to see that Kokichi was under him rather than above him.

“Wait...what are you doing below me?” he asked.

That was when he noticed that he was speaking with his own voice rather than Kokichi’s. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Wait...could it be...?” he asked.

“We changed back.” Kokichi commented.

It was silent between them for a few minutes before Kokichi burst into loud laughter.

“Oh my god, we’re back in our bodies! I’m me again!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Shuichi said with a laugh of his own.

“I can’t believe all we had to do was kiss.”

“I know, right? That was interesting.”

Just then, Kokichi’s phone dinged. He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out his phone, reading the message that flashed across the screen.

“Ouma-kun? Who is it from?” Shuichi asked.

“Amami-chan. He’s asking for confirmation on the meeting place.” Kokichi replied.

“Oh...” Shuichi trailed off.

“Let me respond to him, one minute.” Kokichi said.

Shuichi’s lips pulled into a frown as he watched Kokichi type away on his phone.

Don’t tell me that after all this, he’s still going to go, he asked himself.

He felt his heart sink at the thought as Kokichi locked his phone and tossed it into a random corner of the bed.

“There, all done.” Kokichi stared up at Shuichi. “What’s wrong? You look like a kicked puppy.” he commented.

“I do not look like a kicked puppy!” Shuichi complained.

“Yeah, you do.” Kokichi replied.

Shuichi pouted.

“It’s just...what did you say to him?” he asked.

“Oh, that. I just told him that I’m not going to go to the mixer after all because I have something else to do.” Kokichi reached up to touch Shuichi’s cheek. “I need to spend some time with my beloved boyfriend, don’t you think?” he said.

Shuichi felt his heart soar at the words “beloved boyfriend.”

Oh my god.

I feel so giddy.

Holy shit.

He completely ignored the fact that Kokichi told Rantaro he wasn’t going to the mixer anymore. He just felt incredibly happy that his feelings were requited. He got off of Kokichi and laid down on the bed beside him. Kokichi curled up against his side as Shuichi spoke.

“So? Why were you going to go to the mixer in the first place?” Shuichi asked.

“Well...I started thinking that maybe you didn’t like me back, so I decided that maybe it would be better to go.” Kokichi smiled up at him. “But now that I know you like me back, I have no reason to go.” he explained.

“I see...I’m happy.”

“I can tell.”

Shuichi turned to lay on his side, staring at Kokichi as he stroked his hair.

“I love you.” he said.

Kokichi giggled.

“I love you too.” he replied as their lips came together in another kiss.

[vykio]

IwaOi: NEW VIDEO! TooruChan posted The Boyfriend Tag (ft. e v e r y o n e)

It’s me. Back with another headcanon and a drabble.

This one is inspired by AO3′s Royal Society of Panda’s kuroken Youtuber fic Liked, Commented and Subscribed. (I’m somewhere in the middle of this fic and I am LOVING IT.) This headcanon contains spoilers of a scene in the fic, but is otherwise not related to the fic.

Spoilers: 

One of the chapters starts with youtuber Oikawa and his boyfriend Iwaizumi filming a video following the once popular trend called ‘The Boyfriend Tag’.

/End spoilers

And so I thought. I just thought, wouldn’t it be hilarious if Oikawa did the most Oikawa thing and invited himself into everyone’s private lives?

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Tooru drags his boyfriend into filming a video called The Boyfriend Tag, at the end of which he has the most wonderful, brilliant idea of doing it for all of his friends and acquaintances.

Tooru flips on the camera and turns the lens to himself—he smiles widely, all teeth, then flashes a peace sign to the screen.

It cuts to Tooru filming his feet as he walks hurriedly through his apartment, the hallway blurred.

There’s another cut, and then he’s swinging the camera up. 

“Iwa-chan!”

Hajime freezes and stares when he spots Tooru. He’s now trapped in the bathroom where he was doing his nightly routine before being interrupted, toothbrush hanging in his mouth loosely. There’s still white, foamy toothpaste around his lips. Hajime’s are wide with surprise, until they’re narrowed with irritation directed at none other than Tooru, and Tooru thinks his boyfriend is really, really cute.

“Say hello to the beauties,” Tooru pretends to chide him. It’s a staple of the video to greet the fans as he usually does, but sometimes he gets Hajime to do it. And he does it, begrudgingly, grumbling a barely there hello beauties—please let me brush my teeth in peace, but only because the camera is already voting and Tooru really could be doing a livestream without having told him. He isn’t but he doesn’t quell the suspicion.

“Iwa-chan,” he calls when he’s satisfied with his greeting. “Do you know about the boyfriend tag trend going around?”

“I’ve only heard about it a million times,” he confirms, rolling his eyes then disappearing from the view to spit. When he comes back into view, Tooru shifts to the right a bit. His arm appears in view now, Hajime’s light blue face towel in his hand. His boyfriend thanks him as he starts patting at his face. Resigned, he leans against the sink, facing Tooru, and indulges him. “What about it?”

“We should do it! I’ve finally got a list of decent questions compiled from, like, fourteen videos that I watched and I think it’d be fun to revisit our relationship.” He switches the camera from his right hand to his left, then brings his right hand into view into a cheerful fist. “For our curious fans!”

Tooru sounds so excited, but Hajime raises his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? What if I remember how much of a shit boyfriend you are, Crappykawa?”

Tooru hits Hajime and says, “Don’t shorten my name like that!”, which only makes him laugh.

“Can we do this tomorrow, though?” Hajime asks, putting his toothbrush away and leaning towards Tooru to hang his towel back on the wall. “I just want to lie.”

“Aaaww.” Tooru turns the camera back towards his face, then positions himself in front of Hajime, who’s started pushing at his sides to get him to pay more attention to him, and less to his fans. “Guys, treasure this moment. This is how Iwa-chan asks me for cuddles.”

“Nevermind,” he grumbles, shouldering past him gently. Tooru laughs loudly and tells Hajime to wait for him, then the video cuts again.

And then chaos would ensue because at the end of their video he announces, “Stay tuned! Next week, I’m gonna force some of my friends and acquaintances to do the boyfriend tag.” And the next video will start with Iwaizumi being tricked into tagging along with him.

So many people to visit lol

Visits Konoha to ask him hows the single life and Konoha kicks him out

Visits Mattsun and Makki who reluctantly do this with him

Visits Ushijima and teases him for having only volleyball on his mind he can’t even find time to confess to his crush

Visits and teases Kageyama and Hinata, spends a lot of time there LOL

Visits Daichi and Suga, who are so soft and cute and sometimes Suga hits Daichi when he’s too excited. It’s too funny

Visits Tsukki and Yamaguchi and, “O-oh no ^^; we’re not dating!” But by the end of it, they are. So Oikawa starts filming for the wuestions and only Yamaguchi is sitting in frame. Tsukki is somewhere off-frame hating Tooru. Yamaguchi laughs nervously when the question is when did you get together and he answers, “Like 5 minutes ago.”

This conversation somewhere:

Tendou: Even though Ushi practically lives in the gym, I forgive him. Wanna know why, Oikawa? 

Oikawa, delighted: Always. 

Tendou: Because he makes a bucketload of money. 

Ushi, unconsciously crushes his granola bar behind Tendou, still on screen: 

Tendou, oblivious: Get you a man that’s rich, Oikawa! 

Oikawa, turns to side eye Iwaizumi, who stares back when he notices: 

Iwaizumi, irritably: I’m a /med/ student. 

 Oikawa and Tendou, as if they didn’t know: Oooohhh 

Tendou: Lots of potential. 

Oikawa, nodding: Lots of potential.

Anyway, that’s it from my brain for now LOL

[sososdelightfullydumbimagines]

Stray kids reaction to sharing a bed with their s/o for the first time

Requested: Yessss Thanks to @ep-ip-ha-ny

Summary: How would the boys react to the first time you two slept in the same bed

Warnings: Mentions of puking and insecurities

Hey babes! I hope you guys enjoy, I'm sorry this took so long I went a little over board with this. Don't forget to request!

-Admin SoSo

Chan:

It had been a long day. For both you and Chan. He sent you a message asking you if you could comme over the dorm. You quickly agreed. You changed your route and headed for the dorm. Once you reached your destination you promptly knocked on the door. Chan opened the door and dragged you inside. You barely had the time to greet the other boys who were hanging out in the living room. Chan hauled you into his room. Once he closed the door behind you, you pulled him back towards you.

"Chan - Chan, what's wrong you haven't said a thing since I got here..."

"Nothing's wrong. I just really need to spend time together..." He looked down, sheepish

"Alright, are we watching a movie?"

"Yeah, yeah..." You both laid down on his bed and Chan pulled his laptop closer. You snuggled closer to him for some warmth. After two or three movies, your eyes started to droop.

You were dozing in and out of conciousness and Cham noticed. He held you tighter until you officially fell asleep.

He felt nervous. Very nervous. Although he felt nervous it felt right. He knew it would only be the first of many. He loved to be in bed with you after a long day.

Woojin: 

You felt cold, cold and scared. Usually your nightmares weren't this bad. But tonight you were scared and you didn't know what to do. No matter what you did you couldn't fall back asleep. You had nothing else to do but to call Woojin, he was the only one who could calm you down when you were like this. You picked up the phone and dialled his number. The phone rang a couple of times before Woojin picked up.

"Hello?" It was clear you woke him up, guilt bloomed in the pit of your stomach

"Hey, umm c-could you come over?"

"Yeah, of course. Is everything alright?"

"No actually, not really..."

"Alright I'm on my way. I'll be there in five" Shuffling was heard in the background. You pulled your knees up to your chest and rested your chin on your legs.

There was a knock on the door and you scampered to the door ripping it open. You dove straight into his arms. You some how shuffled into your bed. He pulled you onto his chest and rubbed your back.

He felt nervous but his protective instinct took over. He just wanted to take care of you. He would do anything for you including scaring away the nightmares.

Minho:

Your breath was shaky. You couldn’t contain your sobs. You were hunched over the toilet puking your guts out. You felt like crap. You were supposed to meet up with Minho soon for a date but you definitely couldn’t make it. You shot him a text briefly explaining the situation. You were too preoccupied with not puking that you didn’t hear the door open and close. Suddenly, a voice called out

“Y/n?!” Your head dropped against the toilet seat.

“In the bathroom!” Soft footsteps made their way to you

“How are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better...”

“How about we get you to bed?” He slowly pulled you up and walked you down the hall. Making sure not to rattle you, he slowly pushed you on the bed and tucked you in.

“Minho, wait! Don’t go... please” He smiled softly and laid down with you.

He loved taking care of you, because he knew you would also take care of him. He loved you in the purest form and would do anything for you.

Changbin:

There were suppose to be six beds. Eight of the boys were going to share four of the beds and then you and the remaining member were going to have one bed. But of course there were only five beds. Meaning you and the other member had to either share a bed or somebody had to sleep on the floor. The left over boy was Changbin. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by offering to sleep in the same bed. Looking at him you reviewed your options.

“I could sleep on the floor” you offered

“No, no. How about we both just sleep in the same bed.”

“Alright” You felt grateful he offered it first.

He didn’t want to snuggle too much so that the boys don’t see it and poke fun at him. He’d feel super soft and warm inside. He was certainly grateful for that missing bed.

Hyunjin:

It’s hard being in the lime light all the time. The judgement, paparazzi, tabloids, the stress. He could feel overwhelmed at times. Unfortunately, today was one of those times. He called you asking if he could come over. You waited patiently for him on the couch. 

The door clicked open. you stood up to meet him in the hallway. When you saw him he dove for your chest. He held onto you tightly letting out a chocked sob. You wrapped your arms around him in hopes of comforting him.

“C-Can we go cuddle?” He let out softly

“Yeah, of course...” You both walked to your room and laid down. He put his head on your chest. Hearing your heartbeat comforted him.

Hyunjin didn’t feel nervous at all. You were his safety blanket, his little teddy bear. Nothing could ever touch him when he was with you.

Jisung:

It was your weekly movie night with Jisung. You were cleaning up your place and laying out some snacks for the both of you. Tonight was all about Christmas movies. A knock resonated in the apartment. You headed for the door and let him in,

“Hey”

“Hey” He looked horrible. Exhausted, sweaty and pale. Like he just ran a marathon.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m just a little tired...”

“How about we take a little nap and watch the movies later.” You pulled him closer and ran your fingers through his hair. Heading towards your room you ignored the awaiting living room.

You both dropped onto the mattress and quickly doze off.

Jisung really didn’t over think it at first. The next morning he did get shy but more rested than ever. So expect him to drop by more often for a nap.

Felix:

It was the big finale. You and Felix had been battling it out for the whole day now. Who was the best at Mario Kart. Up to now it was a tie. Understandably it had been a very high energy and intensity. No wonder your eyelids were so heavy. With Felix’s voice droning on and on, the warmth of the blanket strung over your lap and a tummy full of junk food, just made you even sleepier.

“Babe... y/n do you wanna go to bed?” You cracked your eyes open to see him hovering above you. 

“Yes please.” He slipped his arms under your knees and behind your back. He carried you over to his bed and slipped in after you. He drew your back closer to his chest and buried his nose into the crook of your neck.

He felt totally at peace. After such an amazing day with you, it only made sense to finish it with you. You were always high energy with each other it felt nice to spend some calm time together.

Seungmin:

Your stomach was in a knot and your heart was launching itself into your throat. Earlier that day you stood at his door with your bag under your arm. It was the first time you and Seungmin were gonna sleep in the same bed or even the first time you two had a sleepover.

Now you were getting ready for bed. Brushing your teeth while shooting subtle glances at each other through the mirror. 

“Are you ready to get to bed?” asked Seungmin. You spat out the rest of your toothpaste into the sink and slipped your hand into his awaiting one.

You both pulled the covers away and laid down. It was really awkward. Neither of you knew what to do. You both just laid there for a while. Until you took a hold of his hand for the second time that day. He turned his head to look at you and gave you a fond smile. He turned his hold body on his side to face you and so did you. Intertwining your legs and fingers together, you just admired each other.

At first it was awkward, neither of you had done this before and didn’t know what to do. But of course love just knew the way and you both quickly fixed it.

Jeongin: 

You were horrible at math but you excelled in languages. Miraculously, the exact opposite was true for Jeongin. Which is why you always studied together. You needed his help as much as he needed yours.

You were both sitting on your bed reviewing for your exams. You were bored out of your mind. Your brain felt fried and all you wanted to do was sleep. 

“Jeonging, can we take a nap?” you whined.

“Uh.. sure, I-I’ll go...” Scrambling to pick up his stuff, he turned as red as a tomato. You quickly grabbed his hand.

“No. actually. Could you stay?” You looked down, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure”

You both laid down facing each other. Both of you were feeling very bashful.

He was terrified something would go wrong. Yet he knew everything would be alright. As long as you were in each others arms.

[goldenuwuswriting]

President Stay

Summary: Jesse promotes Stray Kids better than JYP and Stays are living for it or alternatively Jesse and Chan guest star in each other’s V-Lives.

(A/N: Sorry for the Chan gif, I couldn’t find one of Jesse’s face claim doing a live and didn’t want to put a picture of the V-Live logo.)

July 2019

"What is up, MyDays?" The British-Korean man said. Jesse decided that he was going to do a solo Vlive as a surprise. He read the comments that were coming in fast. The fans were  excited, asking questions about the members and their comeback.  He had a hat on in order to hide his current hair color, along with the hood of his black Nike hoodie. He was seriously trying not to show his hair color until his teaser dropped. The hair color wasn’t anything special he just wanted to hide it for a while. The color was a mixture of Jae’s and Brian’s hair colors, which Jesse really didn’t like. 

"So, I guess that everyone is excited for our comeback. I can't wait for you guys to watch the video." He looked at his phone, checking notifications, mainly for Jae and Brian. Jesse read a comment that asked him what he thought about Stray Kids comeback. "I loved it. Side Effects is a bop!"  The idol texted Jae and asked him to bring a speaker to the younger's dorm room. 

“Come get it yourself, Snake charmer!” Jae yelled from his room. 

“Please bring it here, Chicken little hyung!” Jesse yelled back as if the rooms weren’t across the hall from each other. The British-Korean man’s phone screen lit up, alerting him to the fact that he had a notification. When he looked at it, Jae texted him and told him to come get the speaker and that the elder didn’t look like chicken little. 

“Everybody, I’ll be back. Jae-hyung won’t bring my speaker back to me.”  The young man got up, went to Jae’s room, got his speaker and took some unflattering pictures of Jae to show MyDays. Jesse came back with his speaker, turned on and paired to his phone. He chose to play Side Effects softly while he spoke about how much work Chan and the rest of the group put into the album. The comments were blowing up with MyStays freaking out about him playing a SKZ song. “Why wouldn’t I play a Stray Kids’s song? Seungmin literally is the president  of MyDays,” he laughed speaking and signing what he was saying. He’s always signing in the group’s Vlives, whether it’s all of Day6, him and a few others, or him doing a solo one. This habit has apparently brought many people into their  fandom. The man kept talking and signing about Stray Kids and their new album. 

He had started the Vlive that morning, before Bang Chan does Chan’s room. MyStays were freaking out because they had gotten the notification that Chan had went live. All of the comments were  about Jesse being a guest on Chan’s room or Chan doing a live with Jesse. Reading the comments got Jesse thinking about doing that, it would make MyStays go crazy. He stayed live and talked answered some questions, have a few spoilers, and continued to promote Stray Kids. 

" Okay guys, I have to go. Brain is somewhere and I need to go bug him and Jae. Anyway, keep streaming Side Effects and look forward to our meeting when it drops. Bye!" 

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A Few Days Later

Jesse had gotten ahold of Chan. Both of them agreed to do a few lives together and the first live was Jesse featuring Chan.

“You ready Chan?” The elder boy asked.

“Ne, Hyung!” 

“Channie, you don’t have to call me hyung. We’re friends and I don’t care if you call hyung or not.” 

“Alright, mate.” The Aussie stated while Jesse got ready to start the live. Chan hid out of frame.

“What’s up, MyDays? Welcome to today’s live.”  The elder signed what he said, even though he probably didn’t have too. “Guys, I have a special guest. This person is not a member of Day6, but is under JYP. Care to guess who it is?” 

The comments ranged from JYP himself to Twice members. “I see a few people have guessed right and the guest for today is…… Bang Chan!” Jesse clapped softly and was a happy boy. Chan said hello and the boys started talking about their groups. “Chan, they are asking how well we know each other.” 

“We know each other quite well, I trained with him and the rest of Day6, he also taught me some Korean recipes, and  Jesse tried to teach me how to play keyboard,” Chan explained. Jesse was started laughing as he remembered attempting to teach Chan. The comments wanted to see how much Aussie slang Jesse knew.

“This is not going to go well.”

“Relax, I’ll choose easy slang for you. Alright, what does lappy mean?”

“What?! I'm gonna go with the first the first thing that pops into my head, which was to sit on someone’s lap.”

“Well Jesse, your wrong. It means laptop.” 

“What are you guys thinking in Australia?!”

The boys continued to talk and mess with each other  while listening to Stray Kids’s songs. MyStays were living for the content. Most of the comments were about how soft Jesse was for the younger man. The live went for about an hour before Sungjin was texting Jesse telling him to hurry so that they could go to a variety show. 

“Well, I have to make an appearance as the ultra cool member of Day6. Goodbye everybody!” Jesse said before hugging Chan, waving towards the camera, and ending the live.

“It was great catching up with you, mate.” 

“You too.”

It has been a few days since the Day6 live. Jesse hasn't sent live because of the comeback and the fans were worried. They were tweeting both Stray Kids and Day6 trying to see why Jesse has not and went live. Chan and Jesse has planned for this, of course, they wanted the fans in a panic. 

"Let's do this, Channie." Jesse was ready for this episode of Chan's room. Chan started his Livestream while the elder of the two was out of frame. He listened to the light-color haired boy talk about what he has been up to. The younger boy introduced Jesse as his special guest for today. The two continued to talk while listening to Stays' music recommendations. Chan asked some questions about how Jesse deals with stress.

"Mate, I live with Wonpil and Jae, both of them are happy viruses. Wonpil and I talk a lot about what's bothering us. Jae and I make fun of each other and the other members. I also write music and play pranks on the others." 

“Interesting. What type of pranks do you play?”

“Nothing too bad. Really basic ones, like oreos with toothpaste in the center and plastic wrap over the doorway.” 

The two boys laughed and talked for a little over an hour. One had practice and the other had an interview to attend too.

“Bye, Stays. I hope Chan will let me come on here more often.”

“You’re always welcome, Hyung. Bye, Baby Stays!” The Aussie stated as he shut off the live. Jesse and Chan walked together to Stray Kids practice room, where they bid each other goodbye.