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[byeuijoo]

symptoms of love 𐀔 shigeta harua

genre : fluff ⋆ warnings : kissing ⋆ word count : 1k

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is it love? the tingling in your fingertips every time he brushes against your skin, the smile that grows on your face when he suddenly appears in the same room as you, and the way he occupies your thoughts every second of the day, is it love? you don't know exactly how you feel, or what all those emotions represent, but you are surely sure your heart has something special for him. why else would it beat so quickly every time the brown-haired boy shows up at your house or when you receive a text from him?

you've only recently started asking yourself these kinds of questions about harua, since that famous halloween party and that stupid game your friends like to play. they call it the bottle game : the bottle spins on itself until it points at two different people, who must kiss immediately. and if they refuse, they have to do a dare given by the game master.

and of course, the bottle stopped first on you, then on harua.

he immediately asked your opinion, telling you that for his part, he didn't care. and so as not to be seen as a coward, you agreed to do it. it was a shy kiss, almost too quick, like the touch of a cloud. you still remember the sweet taste of his lips, probably due to the many sweets you had consumed throughout the evening. but what impressed you most was the warmth of his hands against your cheeks, the beauty of his hazelnut eyes under the moonlight, and the way his lips intertwined perfectly with yours. these three things never left your thoughts.

a week or so had passed since then, and harua seemed to have got on with his life, while you shivered every time he seemed a little too close to you. like now, sitting on your living room floor, your revision books scattered on the coffee table accompanied by two long-forgotten glasses of soda. he looked concentrated, writing in his notebook without looking up, while you watched him intently, your chin tucked in the palm of your hand and your dream-filled eyes scrutinizing every detail of his face.

you began to imagine a lot of scenarios about what your relationship could become : maybe this innocent little physical connection will take your friendship to the next level? generally, what you feel now for him, is what's described in the romance books, right? the butterflies in your stomach, the desire to hold him close to you, the admiration in your eyes every time you look at him.. these are symptoms of love, aren't they?

you continued to question yourself, far too lost in thought to notice that the boy was now looking in your direction without saying a word. his eyes darted from right to left, trying to find the slightest clue as to what was going on in your little head at the moment. but you seemed too far away.

so he put his pencil down on his notebook, moving gently to get closer to you, his face now inches from yours. and suddenly, his hands were on your cheeks, bringing you out of your reverie without any sudden gestures from you. your eyes locked with his, silently questioning him, trying not to panic — but your heart, racing in your chest, had a different definition of the term “ don't panic ”.

under the craziness of the moment, you closed your eyes tightly, ready to feel his lips collide with yours once again. an amused smile spread across his face, the young boy finding your behavior adorable. then came the moment you'd been waiting for, the moment when you felt that warmth and sweet taste on your mouth again. it was like the first time, but only better. because there were no curious eyes around, no annoying noises from your friends in your ears — just you, and harua, both alone in your living room with only your hearts beating in unison to witness this moment.

not knowing what to do with your hands, you remained stoic, until he decided to move away from you. your hands clasped his wrists, your glassy eyes lost in his, and in an almost pleading but equally light voice, you gently squeezed his arms between your unconfident fingers, « can we do that again? my eyes were closed. »

« oh my god. » he replied, letting his hands leave your cheeks to fall on your thighs, a laugh escaping from his rosy lips. you blinked, feeling an ounce of shyness come over you — but harua quickly made it disappear, bringing his adorable face close to yours again, his gaze penetrating your soul. the tip of his nose brushed yours, while his fingers intertwined with yours in a delicate way, his thumbs moving mechanically to caress your skin. « close your eyes y/n, trust me. » he whispered, his breath tickling your lips, and without thinking, you did as he asked, not without giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

in the second that followed, you felt him take possession of your lips again, but something was different. it was more confident, less shy, and your stomach lurched as you felt the pressure of harua's lips against yours grow stronger. it was a real kiss, a real one like in the teen movies you'd watched over and over, dreaming of the moment when it would finally happen to you. and you couldn't have hoped for anything better than to live this moment with harua.

what you were feeling felt strangely like a first love, if we are to believe your distraught little heart. tilting your face slightly to the side, you initiated the deepening of your kiss, feeling him receptive to your initiation, the kiss becomes soft and sparkling, although deeper, until you forget to breathe. seconds after, he moved away a few millimetres, catching his breath and finally opening his eyes to look at you and your adorable face that drove him crazy. then, feeling a persistent gaze on you, you copied his movements to plunge your gaze into harua's.

« i haven't stopped thinking about you, » he finally declared, letting go of one of your hands to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, « since the halloween party, my heart has been crying out for you. »

how could you control those damn butterflies when he slipped such pretty words into your ear? harua knew how to melt your heart, even if it was innocent and involuntary. then a small smile crept across your mouth as you leaned in to place a peck on his lips, making his cheekbones slightly rosy. « am i falling in love with you? » you asked, your gaze fixed on his, and his heart melted in his chest at your beautifully spoken words.

wrapping his arms around your waist, harua pulled you against him, placing a warm kiss against your cheek. « i hope so, » he admitted softly, running his fingers along your spine, « because i'm falling in love with you. »

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[chiiyuuvv]

brownie 🍪 s. harua

you came for brownies, not a cute boy behind the register

stranger/barista!harua x fem!reader 0.4k listen to the song!!

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A sigh leaves harua’s lips as his eyes travel from customer to customer without a care, the back of his fists prompting his chin. Life as a barista is boring when you don’t have any orders to make, the colorful pastries already in their secluded rows after the male finished restocking them. It was until the doorbell chimes when harua’s slouched body straightens, his signature smile and greeting leaving his lips without further thought. “Hello! How can I take your.. order..?” his cheerful attitude turns into an astonished tone, countless blinks leaving his eyes for he has never met anyone so.. beautiful. 

It felt like his breath was taken away once he gazed into your eyes, your bonny smile making his heart pound as he gives you a flustered look in return. “Just a simple brownie, please!” your sweet voice called out, silencing the shy boy as he wordlessly nodded in response. Those brief seconds were the perfect time to observe the boy’s side profile, admiring the way his eyes seemed to sparkle as he tapped on his screen to place your order. The way he wetted his lips, the soft pink glistening under the dim lighting. “Gosh, you’re so handsome,” you mumble to yourself in a vacuous tone, before pausing when you notice how the boy’s body stiffens. “I think I just said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” he breathes out with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his neck to avoid your eyes. “The brownies..” he stops to let out a nervous chuckle, “they’re $6.99. Is that all you’re getting?” you hum in response, fishing through your purse to find the cash. Once harua receives the money, he places it into the cash register before grabbing a small bag to put your brownies in. He halts his movements to scribble something on the plastic, feeling a bit bold as he hands you your good. “Have a nice day,” he smiles, which increases once you return it.

As you turn your heel, you look down at your package with great wonder, finding black handwriting in the place of where your name was supposed to be located. “You’re beautiful,” it wrote, your eyes glancing back to the owner of the message. Harua was already looking at you, his smile reaching his eyes as the tips of his ears go red, butterflies swarming in his stomach.

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[kimakento]

falling behind

this is a 100 follower special! thank you guys so so much for all the reblogs and likes and even just enjoying my works. i appreciate all the love sm and hope that i can continue to write for y’all :D

synopsis: the three times you choose shigeta harua and the one time you don’t. ⌙ 5.5k

pairing: shigeta harua x fem!reader

genre(s): angst (no comfort)

warnings: swearing, low self-esteem, mentions of divorce and slight family issues (please tell me if i’ve missed any)

tags: unrequited love, one-sided pining, taki cameo!!!, friend trio, non idol!au, highschool!au, harua’s fr down bad… title is a reference to laufey’s falling behind !! + a little of promise too if you look at the lyrics

a/n: i read this concept in a fic once and really stuck to it and wrote this in the process. this might actually be one of my favourite fics that i’ve written (i got a bit carried away) but nevertheless i hope you all enjoyyy

who were you to shigeta harua?

you were the girl who had saved him. well, not in a literal sense, but you were the one who solely occupied both his heart and mind, the one who he couldn’t express his feelings for coherently, the one who he was terrified of disappointing.

for him, you had totally flipped over his perspective of everything outside his bubble and changed his world for the better. the girl who’d broke him out of his shell. harua appreciated you for the beautiful human being you were. and he only wished you would take note of it.

the first time you chose shigeta harua was when you were both ten. he had always been reserved during your adventurous endeavours as children, the introverted boy would refuse to speak to anyone in class and barely had any friends. it wasn’t that harua thought he was above socialising, not at all. it was because he had never learned to make friends.

on the other hand, you’d always been surrounded by others; not quite popular, but still able to socialise and harua adored that about you. even as children, his eyes would glisten at you whenever you’d shift your desk towards your friends during lunch to have a hearty conversation.

harua was clumsy, to say the least. there would always be new grazes and bruises littering his skin during secret trips to the parks and playgrounds. one school day, he’d been racing around with a classmate that had wanted to become his new friend. during his session, disregarding a rock lodged in the earth, he tripped over and scraped his leg.

being the sensible one, you rushed over to help him up immediately to assess the injury. but as soon as you reached him you heard screams from your other peers, beckoning you to play; yet you ignored them and focused on the snivelling boy in front of you.

harua tilted his head down to meet your eyes as you were crouched down putting a bandaid on the noticeably painful graze on his knee.

you furrowed your brows when you met his unwavering gaze, “you ought to be careful, you know?”

only to receive a giggle in response.

“you said ‘ought’, ha!”

“teacher said that she has no more bandaids to give you. so i hope you’ll look where you’re running next time.”

since then, he’d been intrigued by your presence; harua wondered whether you know how much he cherished what you had done for him. stupid, yes. but it was one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for him. strangely, you were very mature for your age already.

at lunchtime, he’d wonder around looking for a place to sit and would often just be alone. this was a regular occurrence that you had observed as you too were interested in the mystery that was shigeta harua.

the distant yet bright boy who existed outside of social happenings. who was he? what was he like? to you, genuine was likely the perfect word to describe his character.

but what did you know? you were only a child.

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the second time you chose him was during a class project.

shigeta harua had always wanted to be your friend but had never gotten the chance to, as if he would even take it. it was sort of a friend crush, if you will.

high school was particularly rough for harua; sixteen years of his life had already passed yet he still felt the same as he did when he was ten. harua was still the same quiet, reserved boy. as if not enough, school work had become more of a burden.

teachers had started setting group projects every week; the most important one being set by your english teacher being to review a unanimously agreed-on novel. the catch was that the pairs would pick each other themselves.

so there sat harua, fiddling with his fingers thinking knowing that he won’t be picked by another classmate; the teacher would pair him up like—

“would you… like to be a pair, harua?”

a soft voice interrupted harua’s train of thought and he lifted his head up only to be met with you, standing awkwardly in front of his desk. harua’s face etched into pure confusion and he looked as if to be processing your statement.

“wait, me? you want to be my partner?” he pointed to himself quizzically as you nodded.

“oh, why?” he queried again.

why would you even pick him, when he was too quiet to work with anyone? was this a prank?

with a deep breath, you blurted out, “you’ve been in my class for years, but i’ve never gotten the chance to, you know, speak to you properly. i don’t think any of us have.” another shaky breath leaves your lips as you finish. “i want to get to know you.”

the last part left him stumped.

“oh.”

“is that the only thing you say?”

as he lifted his arms in defence, a quiet chuckle escaped his mouth and a smile erupted on his face.

you mirrored his expression with a wide grin of your own, “you should smile more.”

another smile took to his expression.

“oh,” harua parted his lips to speak but shied away until you gestured for him to continue. “do you want to start the project at my house, or yours— or even at the library?”

the uneasiness in his words caused you to let out a lighthearted giggle.

“you’re so uptight. but we can do it at your place, i don’t mind.”

“cool!” his face visibly lit up. cute.

at the end of the school day, you observed harua leaning against the school gates, clutching the straps of his backpack and seemingly waiting for someone. with enthusiasm, he waved you over, accentuating the gesture. as you ran over you shot him a knowing smile.

“waiting for me?” the playful remark slipped out.

“let’s go to mine. you have everything you need right?” you nodded.

while setting off, harua would slightly sway against you as you walked together. a habit he’d never been able to get rid of no matter what. the walk to his home wasn’t long; only around ten minutes but when you entered, he offered snacks and water; insisting you’re fed while in his care. if only you noticed how eager he was to care for you.

that night, no work was completed, it was filled with you bombarding harua with personal questions; and him returning them with detailed responses.

tapping your chin, you hummed before posing a question, “what do you think is the best thing about you?”

nothing came out of his mouth for a while.

“even though i’m nothing special, my heart compensates for what i lack.”

“i agree,” you frowned at his words. “but i believe you are special. want to know what my first impression of you was?”

harua gave a hesitant nod of his head while sat crosslegged on the carpeted floor. his room was cozy— or at least more home-like than yours; many books filled the shelves that surrounded you both.

“i thought ‘oh he looks like a nice guy, but he’s just quiet’. i don’t think you’ve said more than like six words to me throughout the whole time we’ve been together as a class. but of course, everyone should value their privacy. i think it’s fine if you’re shier than the rest.” as you spoke, his eyes widened in interest while he nodded along.

a hand rubbed the nape of his neck, “i just don’t know how to make friends. striking conversations and then being able to keep them going is even more difficult.”

“you’re more than capable. i think you’re really cool.”

with glistening pupils and a hopeful glint in his eyes, he responded, “really?“

“of course.”

harua’s stomach felt funny— maybe the snacks he ate had gone bad. but why was his heart racing? perhaps it was the anxiety catching up to him. yeah, that seemed logical.

days transitioned into weeks and weeks into months as you both became impossibly closer. so close that your class would even refer to you both as each other’s halves, one refusing to leave the other’s side. in harua’s eyes, you were a blessing; he finally learnt what it meant to have a trustworthy friend — even if he couldn’t quite come to terms with the feelings he felt towards you.

it was like nothing could break your guys’ bond. there were barely any misunderstandings between you or any animosity really. a genuine friendship.

that was until feelings of love had kindled.

ever since he had come to know you; his whole world shifted. both his heartbeat and his faint courage — harua felt anew, motivated. it was as if your radiating smile and soothing voice were the remedy to heal him. to give him life.

like his world only brightened when you entered it; and his mind couldn’t even start to express immense gratitude that he felt. and that wasn’t a good sign as it only concluded to one thing.

shigeta harua was falling, and he was falling fast.

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the third time you chose harua was in junior year. a book club had been announced to be recruiting members. knowing your friend’s love for books, you’d proposed it to him.

“i know you love reading books and talking about them so here’s your chance!” hands clasped together, you continued attempting to persuade him cheerily. “think of it as a way to socialise with other people too! that way you can have other friends that aren’t me.”

a groan escaped the boy’s mouth, “but you know, i’m not really good at making new friends.” exasperated, his hands make their way to his face in to cover it. “besides, i won’t know anyone there. that’ll make it even more difficult.”

determined to get him to join the club, you brought up a suggestion.

“i can join along with you! reading is also one of my hobbies so i won’t mind. while doing something i enjoy, i’ll be helping you in the process.”

face visibly lit up, harua smiled; you were always so selfless. he almost felt bad for allowing you to join with him. yet he couldn’t deny how much he’d enjoy being in the same club as you.

reluctantly, he nodded.

several days later, you both found yourselves in a classroom with a circle of chairs while surrounded by new faces — well not entirely new, you knew some, but harua definitely didn’t recognise anyone — while being briefed about the club activities.

one boy, fairly attractive, had taken the lead and spoke up.

“welcome to book club! i’m takayama riki, but you can call me taki, and i’m the leader of this club. this is only a mock meeting where we’ll be laying down the foundations and sorting out the books we will cover soon!” friendliness had radiated off of his presence which made him all the more easier to talk to. “before we start, i’d like to answer any questions you guys have right now.” his gaze scanned the room until it had fallen on your raised hand.

pointing to you, he spoke. “you. the pretty girl over there.” chuckles had filled the room from other members as you felt your face heat up.

clearing your throat, you spoke up. “will we ever get to pick the books that we go over or is it all already decided on?”

“eventually you will get to vote on the books. so i assure you to not worry.” taki’s eyes were locked on you as he spoke.

a certain brown-haired boy narrowed his eyes as he observed the exchange between you two and didn’t like it one bit.

a few minutes later, the briefing had ended and you’d been given the liberty to wander around. calling for harua, you held his wrist in your grasp as you dragged him from shelf to shelf.

“look at this book! i swear i’ve been looking for it everywhere. it wasn’t even in the library.” a pout had crept up your face as you whined while grabbing for said book.

with a smile on his face, the boy chuckled and parted his lips to speak before being interrupted.

“hi! i hope i’m not intruding on anything.” the voice was airy. whirling around you met taki’s face.

the boy had inched closer to you and held a hand out. after placing the book you’d previously had in your hands, he spoke. “nice choice, i really like this one too ….?” the words trailed

“ah!” eyes widened, you told him your name. after a nod of his head and a hum of approval, you continued. “i almost forgot. you’ve yet to meet my friend, harua, here too!” with a hand on harua’s lower back, you propelled him forward and encouraged him to engage in conversation.

“uh, hey. i’m shigeta harua, second year.” the boy stuck out a hand awkwardly, unsure what to do.

taki returned the action and shook hands enthusiastically. “oh, i see. it’s nice to meet you! i hope you’ve been enjoying our club so far.”

“i do, i really love literature and enjoy talking about it even more.”

a grin made its way to your face as conversation flowed naturally, happy that harua was finally gaining confidence.

jokingly, you interrupted, “is this some type of boy-bonding thing? you seem to be leaving me out.” the laughs that protruded from them only weakened your expression. “would you wanna get some food with me and harua?” you turned to taki, smiling when he nodded eagerly in response.

eventually, taki had been added into your mini friend group. all three of you, close-knit as ever.

or at least that’s what you thought.

ever since taki had joined, a certain other boy had started to feel somewhat excluded. it didn’t help that he seemed to share all the same interests as you or that your conversations would last a millennium whenever one uttered a word to the other.

worst of all, taki seemed to have feelings for you. just like harua.

harua has never wanted anything really — he wasn’t picky nor spoiled. there wasn’t anything he’d pine over but he wanted you. he needed your attention, your love — just you. the boy had always received loved by his family at home; a plethora of it. maybe harua was simply bewitched by your never ending generosity or the fact someone as pretty, funny, smart and perfect as you paid even a fraction of attention to him.

lame, he knew.

obviously, it wasn’t like you didn’t notice the growing distance either. they say ‘ignorance was bliss’, but for harua, the weight of your emotional and now-physical absence was becoming harder to bear.

that’s why he began to try; harua started to engage in the hushed conversations between you and taki, tagging along to regular hangouts and the lot. despite all his attempts, it never seemed to work. the bridged gap only grew wider and harua was struggling to stay afloat.

the feeling only ate away at him more each passing day. and he couldn’t bear it. so he asked to talk. with you. alone. in private. and most importantly, without taki.

mustering up all his courage, the boy texted you to ask if you could come over; to which you replied affirmatively.

so there you were, sitting on the beanbag in his room. your expression was laced with perplexity, and your eyes had a certain glisten to them. opposite you, harua fiddled with the hem of his brown and white striped shirt, a habit he’d never been able to shake in your presence.

the silence was disconcerting. what was so important that he had asked you to come over so suddenly? negative thoughts raced around your mind, all pointing to the worst-case scenario.

with a clear of his throat, you lifted your head. “i don’t know if i should say this,” a nod of your head prompted him to continue. “but i don’t think we can do this anymore — be friends. you have other priorities.”

‘that aren’t me’, he wanted to add but contained himself.

the only other option was for him to distance himself before he got hurt too. so why did he feel guilty? this was for your own good. harua did it for you. it was for you.

did that even make sense anymore? the knot in his stomach only tightened, churning and tossing awaiting your reply.

“i don’t… understand?” rubbing your thumb over your knuckles, you averted your gaze the carpeted floor. “what do you mean? have i done something wrong?”

harua shook his head tightly in response.

so you raised your voice albeit the confusion that raged within you. “then what…? at the very least i deserve an explanation.”

frustration was bubbling inside of you.

you breathed out. “stop speaking in riddles, harua.”

perhaps you were being too harsh, but you really were failing to understand the cause of this sudden decision. sure you became distant but that didn’t justify what he was doing.

“it’s not you,—“ harua started to speak.

“‘its me’, right? don’t bother explaining if you’re going to repeat some stupid, unoriginal shit.” exasperated, you shook your head. “i thought our friendship was stronger than this. i’m starting to reconsider though.”

why couldn’t you see what he saw? the animosity was spreading, like a plague amongst a small village. the pent-up frustration had been nipping at him slowly, which made him all the more irritable.

and he couldn’t stop the words that escaped his mouth next. “well i’m starting to think your’s and taki’s friendship is stronger.”

a flush coloured his cheeks.

he wasn’t supposed to say that. you weren’t supposed to hear that.

your expression dropped, causing a frown to adorn his face. with eyes narrowed, you held your gaze on him. harua felt like he was transparent; he felt like an open book. almost as if you possessed x-ray vision and were able to read him — to see through him.

and shigeta harua hated that the most.

he didn’t want you to do that; the fear of being totally understood consumed him. would you leave him once you finally saw through his feelings? would you consider them to be ulterior motives?

the silence was eating away at him.

talk. please talk. those words repeated themselves over and over in his mind. like a mantra.

“this was all about taki?” a breath of relief was let out once your melodious voice filled the atmosphere. but he still wasn’t happy about the contents either.

“no…?” for a ‘definitive statement’, it came out more very question-like.

despite the inner turmoil, harua raised a brow after noticing your expression.

unable to contain the sly grin that took to your face, you slapped a hand over your mouth before letting out a chuckle.

“you were jealous the whole time?”

fuck. you had caught on. the realisation shocked harua. it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

meekly nodding his head, he choked on air.

“ahh, you’re so cute,” the last word visibly perplexed the boy opposite you, to the point where you could see a big red question mark flat on his adorable face. “i consider both you and taki to be my friends. i like both of you equally. although, i do sort of favour you more. but don’t tell taki i said that.” with an index finger to harua’s lips, you hushed him.

oh. ‘friend’. despite everything he initially thought, you didn’t know. surprisingly, a look of relief washed over his features.

looking down at your finger on his lips, he forced out a remark.

“it’s not that funny…”

the gentle pout that former on his face was too adorable for you to ignore.

as your expression softened, your eyes widened and you straightened up.

“here, i’ll make you a promise. is that okay?” you spoke in a hushed tone, as if afraid to be overheard.

curiosity laced his eyes as the boy leaned closer, head tilted.

“a promise?”

“that i’ll always be here for you. you’re one of my good friends, so i’ll stick by you.”

awaiting his response, guilt washed over you. harua was right. you weren’t making an effort. so you mentally dedicated yourself to this one task. hesitantly, his eyes searched yours. harua wasn’t doubtful of your promise. but he was sure that he would be hurt in the process. nevertheless, the boy stuck out his pinky finger.

“promise?”

after intertwining your finger with his, you curtly nodded.

“promise.”

harua hated how you managed to always possess his heart in one hand. unbeknownst to you, you played with.

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a lie. you were a liar.

by senior year, you, harua and taki were still present — and flourishing, you may add — members of the book club. it was enjoyable, and it was your last year so you decided to make the most of it.

harua was a very observant person, he could read into situations well enough. which is why it puzzled him to see that something had bloomed between you and taki. it wasn’t new, even while juniors, you had been sort of taken with taki. but it was totally different now.

harua didn’t hate takiyama riki — he could never bring himself to — he envied him. what did the other boy have that he didn’t? the looks? the confidence? the intelligence?

the boy didn’t consider himself to be that good looking; more average-looking if anything (though you would disagree). to be honest, while struggling heavily with his confidence levels, maybe insecurity had gotten the better of him. but most of all, his grades at school were decent, harua wasn’t an over-achiever or academically gifted. he was normal. average. nothing special.

a pure contrast to taki. popular, handsome, very smart, confident but not too prideful, and most importantly, knew how to woo you.

fuck. these thoughts only dug harua a deeper hole. he could win your heart. definitely.

however, those words only dulled each time they were repeated.

nothing changed, when you all had attended hangouts. once while meeting at a local cafe, you and taki sat next to each other, harua opposite you both. engrossed in conversing animatedly, harua noticed how you’d act around the other boy. brushing arms, touching his shoulder, reaching for his hand, and the likes. the thawing pain that persevered in his chest went unnoticed as well as the knot in his throat. he observed your light flirty remarks as well as your melodious fits of giggles that strew along the atmosphere at every word that left taki’s lips. as if ignoring harua, you carried along your antics; excluding him.

this wasn’t a one-time thing. as weeks passed by you’d become more interested in the boy known as takiyama riki. facetiming harua, heat flushing your cheeks as you gushed about taki. the worst thing is that this crush wasn’t not reciprocated. all the reserved boy heard in taki’s presence was your name, the way you smiled, the way you spoke, the way you had touched his shoulder that day.

of course. it seemed that harua had fell too much into like and ended up in love. that everyone was falling in love yet he was the only one falling behind.

everything completely shifted once his parents had divorced. as the boy’s best friend, you had already known that his parents never had the best relationship; always arguing and bitter to each other but never to harua. it was a few months into the term. this had taken a toll on your best friend; he had begun to isolate himself, become more irritable as well as wallow in pity. for you, it was hard seeing him like that and pained you deeply.

which was why you devoted time into helping him recover. at first you had let him spend some time alone in seclusion — which was well needed for him — but then you started to take an active role; visiting his house often and bringing food, video games, even sometimes bringing taki along too. you did your best to cheer him up.

during those times, you began to spend less time with taki and more with harua. that alone almost brought a smile to the boy’s face. almost. it was comical how desperate he was for your attention. yet he only craved it more.

however, he did start to get better with time; harua began to cope. with your help too. from the slight bounce in his step to the colourful expression formed on his face, the old him had more-or-less returned. but so did the ‘old’ you.

after regaining himself, harua noticed you distancing yourself again; only awakening the dormant insecurities that lied within him.

the painfully-obvious ones too.

since taki had been the head leader of the book club, it was his responsibility to deal with funds and the likes. due to low funding, the school board had decided to cut their budget by more than half, which would meant that it would have to be shut down permanently. this was not well-received by the taller boy, the book club was his pride and joy; he had put so much effort in for it all to be snatched away last minute with not a single regard to those who cherished it.

obviously, you had not been notified until later on in the day the news had been broken to him. heartbroken, the boy had called you. and you ran to him in a heartbeat.

though, that same day, something horrible had happened to harua too. his father. perhaps he was too fragile, too vulnerable, too weak. that would make sense because he couldn’t stand it when his father in a blind fit of rage had insulted him. harua didn’t blame his father, although he should’ve. the divorce was his fault.

his fault. that two-word phrase, that seven-letter sentence had echoed in his conscience. on the verge of tears, he returned to his room bitterly. why couldn’t he fight back? why wasn’t he strong enough?

yet in that moment, all his mind flickered to was you. his then-ragged breaths were becoming more stable and his expression slowly softened. the only solution seemed to be to call you. so that, he did.

the incessant buzzing of your phone on the dark black nightstand bounced off the wall of taki’s room. on the edge of the king bed, you had wrapped the boy in a loving embrace as you reached over to turn your phone upside down after coming to one conclusion.

harua could wait.

taki had nuzzled his face into your shoulder as you rocked back and forth. and just minutes later, your vibrating phone had finally stopped.

“it’s not your fault. i knew you did all you could to save it,” lolling him to a sense of calm, you whispered softly. “stuff like this happens. don’t let it affect you too much. hm?”

muffled, the taller boy spoke into your neck. “i’ll try but—“

swiftly, he was cut off by the light buzzing of your phone again and pulled away from your warmth. “that sounds pretty important. you should answer.” opening your arms to him, a grin erupted on your face.

“i’ll get it later. what’s important to me now is you.”

oh, if only shigeta harua knew you where you were, cradling the boy he envied in your arms and avoiding his call.

after two-three of more attempts, harua gave up. and with a finger caught between his teeth, millions of possibilities raced around his mind as he mentally searched for a reason of why you weren’t taking his calls. perhaps you were busy. maybe you had just forgot your phone and it was on silent? or it could’ve been that you didn’t have your phone at you on that moment! that’s why the boy decided to wait it out. twenty minutes wasn’t that long.

surely you weren’t deliberately avoiding him. right?

but twenty minutes became forty and forty minutes stretched into an hour. that’s thirty-six hundred seconds without a response. if harua wasn’t totally frantic then he definitely was now. scrambling to put on a scarf and gather his belongings, the boy filed slowly down his house stairs while making his way to the door.

“where on earth do you think you’re off to, young man?” a rough voice grumbled at him.

“out.” inhaling sharply, harua replied curtly before pulling the door and stepping out into the cold breeze. the sun’s deceiving presence shone radiantly despite the biting wind that nipped at the boy. huffing lightly, he began making his way to your house. only a fifteen minute-ish walk from his. passing the park nearby, he’d become a little more skittish, especially since you hadn’t even so much as sent a text back.

finally arriving at your place, shutting his eyes closed, he took a deep breath before knocking deftly on the wooden door of your home.

a soft voice echoed from inside.

“coming!”

the door unlocked and your sister had appeared from behind it. confusion etched her expression and she tilted her head.

“harua? she’s not here. hasn’t been for a couple of hours now.” shrugging her shoulders, the boy nodded, head tilted up as he watched as the clouds began to cover the ball of fire lodged into the blue sky, before posing a short question.

“do you know where she went? i’ve been calling her for quite some time now.”

your sister’s expression had softened after recognising the frantic shake in his voice.

“you could try taki’s. i think i heard her say something about—“ but before being able to finish, harua had already spun on his heels and hurried away. a giggle escaped from the girl as she shook her head in disbelief before shutting the door.

what were you doing with taki? something felt wrong. stomach churning, his walking pace sped up as he broke into a light sprint.

shigeta harua hadn’t visited taki’s home that much, but was sure of it’s location. heads turned at his sprinting, but he didn’t mind. all that was on his mind was you. and it wasn’t an exaggeration that he was lovesick for you. so so lovesick.

but harua was also becoming sick of that love.

his pace remained constant before he felt something hit his forehead. a droplet. it was raining. in frustration, he began to run faster to get to cover. taki’s house was only a few minutes away now. harua reckoned he could reach it without getting too drenched. but it would all be worth it.

he would get to see you and finally confess.

expressing his feelings aloud would free him from the overbearing thoughts. from having to carry the heavy burden of possessing feelings for one of his best friends.

harua’s own thoughts distracted him for a while before he looked up to realise that he’d already arrived at the house. catching his breath, hands covered his knees as he panted. mentally preparing himself, he knocked lightly before taking a few steps back. taki’s mum had opened the door and smiled warmly at the boy. strangely, that brought relief to him.

“they’re just upstairs. come on in, it’s very cold and you’re drenched!” moving away from the door, harua stepped inside before looking to the woman. “don’t you remember? it’s the first room on the left.” she laughed at his visible cluelessness.

following her instructions, his feet led him hastily to taki’s room. a normal, brown and wooden door. but what was peculiar was that it was slightly ajar, meaning he could peek into it. a horrible feeling bubbled in harua as he slowly inched closer. spying on your two best friends was a very bad thing to do. despite that, he couldn’t control the nagging curiosity.

so he did what he did best. shigeta harua observed. you and taki on his bed, with the latter’s head in your shoulder.

‘that’s just something friends do though’, the thought repeated over and over on his conscious.

the other boy lifted his head before locking eyes with you. yet harua observed something familiar in taki’s eyes. and he was reminded of the first day you and him met the other boy. at book club, where you and taki has gazed at each other.

then your hand came to caress his cheek slowly as the taller boy leaned in to collide his lips with yours. with a few seconds, you pulled away and harua saw the lovestruck gaze that you held and was reminded of his own when looking at you. that specific moment was when the boy realised something important.

shigeta harua would never be the one you loved.

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[www-jungwon]

in which, fine, harua will be your snow angel ୨୧

wc. 435

you’ve always thought the snow was beautiful. the clouds of soft white powder covering away the sharp edges of the world, the way it falls gently onto the ground like the sky is kissing the earth.

but right now, you think, the snow has never looked so beautiful. harua grins, pure joy spreading across his face, the sleeves of his puffer jacket pushing through the pile of it that’s built up, clearing wings into the cover. the cold dusts his nose in pink, accenting his face ethereally and he looks into your eyes, holding your gaze simply by connecting with it.

he laughs, a pretty, blissful, sound that echoes right into your heart, and you can’t help the smile that forms at your mouth as you roll onto your stomach to admire him.

“hey, why’d you stop?” he pouts.

“what?”

“we were supposed to be making snow angels together, but now s’only me.” he explains, the edges of his smile tipping down, and you frown.

“no, keep smiling!”

he breaths out a confused laugh, and his mouth turns up again, “what?”

“there.” you sigh, content falling through your tone.

he shakes his head at you, you’re so weird sometimes, but you only grin in response.

“so?” he prods, and your eyebrows raise.

“what?”

“together,” he reminds you, and you laugh, rolling over into him.

“nooo,” he groans, “not here,”

“what? but, i wanna make my snow angel next to your’s, together,” your shoulders pull down slightly in disappointment.

“i know, but you’re ruining your old one,” he points a puffy glove and your heart melts.

“ok, i’m sorry, i’ll go back,” you push your hands into the snow to stand up, but an arm catches you onto a jacket.

“it’s too late, s’already ruined because you rolled over.” harua’s voice comes from above you. “you can make your snow angel next to mine, if you want.” he offers.

“it’s so soft here, though, i don’t want to get up.” your arms tighten around his waist in the sleeves of your jacket.

“but-” he starts, except you interrupt him, nose digging into the outside of his jacket.

“you can be my snow angel.”

he sighs in exasperation at your cringiness, it’s hard to be your snow angel sometimes, and you only hug him tighter.

your chin turns up to rest on him as you watch him drag his arms up through the snow, eyebrows raised. when his gaze grasps yours, the edges of a smile pull onto his face, and he breaks into a laugh.

you love the snow, but it looks infinitely better with him.

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part of winters of us, an advent calender : day 002 prev

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[lunicho]

Omfg size kink with Harua my heart rate spiked /pos

Him under you with large doe eyes as he lets you do whatever you want to him OOHH free me

-😵‍💫

MY BAD I HAD TO COME TO THIS ASK WITH A CLEAR MIND CUZ I WAS GOING INSANE THINKING ABOUT SIZE KINK WITH HIM

he loves when you're intimidating, when there's an obvious difference in your physical attributes. he thinks it's sexy that you're taller/stronger than him. he always gives you the prettiest sparkly eyes when he stares up at you, already so pliant and perfect, ready to pretty much give up everything. i think he likes to be manhandled a little and i think that's why he may act a bit bratty at times. he's trying to get a rise out of u so u push him around a little bit oh im ill

[keikeu]

comfort :: shigeta harua

pairing :: nonidol! shigeta harua x gn! reader

genre :: established relationship, fluff, comfort (as the title suggests..)

warnings :: description of nightmare

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it was moments like this when you wished you had accepted harua's offer to stay up a little later tonight. maybe if you had stayed up later, you could have avoided the same nightmare that had been disturbing you a few days in a row.

when you woke up, your face was covered in sweat, your shirt and hair were disheveled and you were shaking. your chest would rise up and down as you breathed heavily, it felt impossible to breathe at the moment. your eyes scanned around the room, they were hazy and it was dark so you couldn't make out anything. you thought you hadn't woken up from your nightmare.

your hands gripped the sheets as you pulled your knees close to your chest. by then, all the movement had woken harua up. he opened the lamp that was on your nightstand and let his tired eyes adjust to the light before turning to you. seeing you like that, shaking with dried tear stains on your cheeks, broke his heart. he had never seen you like this before, so he instantly spoke.

"what's wrong yn? did you have a nightmare?" his voice was sweet, he wanted you to tell him what was wrong, without making you feel too pressured to do so at the same time. he hesitantly placed a hand on your knee, not knowing how you would react to his touch in the state you were in.

you opened your mouth to speak, but it was dry and no words came out. you just resorted to nodding. you felt cold and scared. you wanted him to hug you so you could feel better again. you had had the same nightmare for days now, yet something different had happened this time which shook you to your core.

harua was about to get up and get you a glass of water, but you stopped him by grabbing his hand. "please don't leave me, not right now..." your voice came to a weak mumble to his ears, but he still could make out every word you said. he complied quickly, seeing how lost you were. he sat back down and placed a hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

with your head resting on his chest, you could feel his heartbeat. it was calming. the two of you stood in silence for what felt like a few minutes before harua spoke up again. "do you want to talk about it?" you knew he was asking about the dream, you hoped he wouldn't. you wanted to stay in the same silence as before, you hadn't talked about the nightmare to anyone, not wanting to show a vulnerable side of yourself. but you were already a mess when harua had woken up so maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell him now.

"well... it's not the first time i've had this nightmare." you started, memories of previous nights flooding your brain. you shivered before continuing to speak. "i'm in this small empty dark room. sometimes it feels like the walls are shrinking. i can hardly breathe and it's very warm in there."

he listened to you attentively, although he was half asleep, and you knew this because every time you looked up from your hands, you noticed his soft gaze fell on you. he gently rubbed the side of your waist to ease the anxiety you still felt. it was nice, being close to him while confessing a fear of yours. it felt like you could describe the craziest things you'd seen in your dreams and he'd still listen and comfort you.

"usually, the door of the room is locked, but this time it was open so i ran before the monster came. then it chased after me. it was faster. i turned my head back once and i felt like throwing up when i saw it." you didn't go into detail on the monster's appearance, not wanting to remember its face. you shivered again.

"is there something bothering you in real life? maybe you're projecting it in your dreams." harua suggested, he wasn't an expert or anything, and he rarely had nightmares but when he did it was bothersome problems in his real life that had taken different forms of monsters and such.

you pondered on the question a bit. it was true, you had been very stressed lately and you hadn't had any time to relax. this was the first time in weeks you had planned something with harua, finally getting to spend some time together as a couple. so maybe it was the horrible stress you were feeling lately and the fact that you had no time to take care of yourself that had made you have these nightmares. that sounded about right. you told harua this. he listened and nodded before speaking.

"i'm sorry for not being there for you sooner. if i had known you were feeling bad i could have done something." you looked into his eyes, he genuinely felt sad as his tone expressed. you wondered what he would have done to make you feel better throughout the previous days, he would have probably taken you on cute dates and always held you close to him. you regretted not telling him sooner, maybe things wouldn't have gone this far. nevertheless, you didn't blame him.

"you shouldn't feel sorry, it's my fault for not saying anything in the first place. you being here with me right now is enough." harua still felt bad. you were his partner, he should have been able to tell if you weren't feeling well without you needing to word it. your last sentence reassured him that he was at least doing a good job comforting you right now.

"i knew something bad was going to happen to me. i wanted to wake up but i couldn't, you know? and then the monster grabbed my leg and started pulling me to it. and then... it started choking me. i couldn't breathe. i couldn't see anything. i was so scared. i think i was crying in my dream too." you continued, with a quickened heartbeat and teary eyes. he pulled you into a tight hug. he didn't want to let you go, and you didn't want him to either.

you stayed like that for minutes. his warmth made you feel at ease. he gently pat your head as you felt tears stain your cheeks and his shirt. harua didn't really care. he hated seeing you cry but if you needed to let it all out, he wasn't going to stop you. silence filled the room again, this time for longer. times like this made you thankful that harua was by your side. he was able to calm you down just by his presence alone. you stopped crying and the two of you, seeing that you didn't want to be ceparated from him at any moment, walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

it was very late, harua knew you weren't going to sleep anytime soon though. instead he offered you talked some more while listening to music. you agreed without a second thought, wanting to distract yourself from what had just happened. the two of you got comfortable in bed, cuddling, while talking. he continued to brush his fingers through your hair while you rested on his chest. your conversations were short, while soft music played in the background.

eventually, you fell asleep before him. a small smile made its way on harua's face after finally seeing you so peaceful. he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and another on your nose. he stopped the music and closed the light.

"goodnight yn, sleep well."

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a/n :: this is my first ever request so i hope i did a good job and i hope you like it anon!! i also hope this is what you were asking for and sorry if i made you wait a bit too long🙈🙈 (also for some reason i couldn't add three pics on top individually so i had to add them into one... idk why)

©keikeu

[2myl0ver]

mistakes happen ☆ shigeta harua

Genre ⋅ fluff/reverse comfort Wordcount ⋅ 279 TW ⋅ none Masterlist ⋅ here

Author’s note ⋅ sorry for being so inactive :( i'm trying to finish all my requests for valentines. happy valentines everyone :) also, i made it as simple as cooking an egg because.. well, it's egg it's easy to mess up and easy to perfect.

Request ⋅ Hii! Can you please write Harua x reader fluff where Harua and reader cook together but Harua messes up the kitchen and while the reader cleans up, he makes her a flower crown or bracelet or something as an apology?? I just thought it was cute 😩

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the few minutes of silence was broken by harua speaking up, "oh- I- um.. y/n, I think I needed to put more oil.." you look over to his direction, finding him holding a pretty burnt pan in his hands with a burnt egg on it. "oh rua." you say, smiling to yourself finding him cute.

before you could say anything, or make your way to him, he runs away to his bedroom and hides under the covers, wishing that the world would just swallow him whole.

you clean the pan the fastest you can, it ends up taking you 20 minutes anyway but you were able to make another fried egg for harua within the same 20 minutes. thankfully, the pan didn't melt.

you knock on haruas bedroom door holding a plate of two fried eggs. you let yourself in, knowing to yourself he won't say anything— you opened the door slowly, your eyes finding harua busy doing something on his desk. you walk up to him, giving him the eggs while his head hangs low.

"rua, it's okay. it's not a big deal, mistakes happen it's nothing to be embarrassed about."

he opens his mouth to say something but backs down and just sighs. you stay silent, letting him collect his thoughts before he finally speaks up again.

"I know, it's just.. It's just an egg and I couldn't do it."

"and that's totally fine."

"no it isn-"

"rua, it's okay. it's not like it's the last time. we can try again."

"okay.. I made you a bracelet, because I feel bad."

you smile widely while he hands you the bracelet. "thank you. you didn't have to."

[ssourcandiess]

i’ll cheer for you from afar / harua x reader x taki

pairing: harua x f! reader x taki

genre: (hopefully) angst (enough), pinch of fluff, high school! au, photographer! harua (and taki)

warning: a very poor attempt of writing angst </3 (this is my first time writing angst), heart break, love triangle, probably grammar error, idk what else actually…

wc: 5.5k

summary: while working on his last project in the photography club, harua feels unsure about the theme he's picked. he worries that whatever he chooses might affect your friendship. but deep down, he wonders if he can push away his feelings for you and move on.

i made a pinterest board for this fic hehe

anyway, enjoy, i hope you’ll like it :]

Becoming members of the photography club in their last year of school meant Harua and Taki had to prepare for the winter exhibition, a big event before their graduation. Choosing a theme for his final project was hard for Harua. He had an idea but felt scared to use it.

Unlike Harua, Taki had a clear plan for the exhibition. That afternoon, the three of you gathered in the school's backyard. Taki wanted to make a short film for the exhibition and aimed his camera at you, asking you to be in his film.

"Say something about yourself," Taki directed.

"I never agreed to become a model, you know!”

"If not you, then who else?" teased Taki. After a bit of back-and-forth, you eventually agreed to calmly stand in front of the camera. Taki began asking simple questions, usual for introductory videos. Then, unexpectedly, he asked a personal question.

"Do you have a crush on someone?”

Your silence made Harua curious, but he tried not to show it.

"Come on, y/n, do you have a crush on someone?" Taki teased again. You hesitated before finally saying softly, "Yes, I do.”

Taki grinned. "Can you tell us who it is?"

“That's none of your business, you fool," you replied, playfully covering his camera lens with your hand.

Harua was stunned by your answer. Watching you and Taki laughing together, he knew he had to give up his original exhibition idea. He didn't want his theme choice to ruin their friendship.

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In his first year of school, Harua met you. Joining the photography club was a great decision for him, even though he was still figuring out his new camera. Harua was on the school's rooftop, trying to capture the beautiful sky. While aiming his camera, he saw you in the distance, looking thoughtful. His heart raced, so he quietly took a picture of you.

His friend, Taki, interrupted this moment, surprised to see Harua taking a portrait, something Harua usually avoided. Taki's voice got your attention, and that's how the three of you started being friends.

It all began with a strong friendship, but over time, the dynamics among them slowly began to shift. Harua always preferred taking photos of landscapes rather than portraits. He believed that his landscape shots show his feelings better and match his style. But that doesn't mean he stops taking your pictures.

Even when he doesn't realize it, he often finds his camera pointing at you. Whether you're focused during practice, smiling during your marching band performances, or when you’re spacing out, his camera always seems to capture you. But what he likes the most is when you playfully try to get into his photos, maybe to ‘ruin’ to his scenic shots. Every time your mischievous smile appears in the corner of the photo, Harua can't help but smile too.

He thinks all your pictures, whether they're planned or spontaneous, turn out beautiful. When he takes your picture, he feels a lot of emotions that make him pause for a moment. He doesn't exactly know why he feels this way, but he likes it. Maybe... he actually knows what it means, but he doesn't want to admit it. Especially after noticing that Taki is starting to act differently around you.

Harua knew Taki was someone who loved to joke around, which made him quickly grow closer to you. However, by the second year, Harua began to notice a change in Taki's attitude towards you. Taki became more caring and gentle, despite all his jokes.

Harua noticed something different about Taki. He saw that Taki often smiled to himself after sharing jokes with you. It was a special kind of smile, showing how happy he was to make you laugh. It seemed like a secret happiness just for him.

Harua also noticed Taki's caring side. When there was a competition or show coming up, and you got busy, Taki made sure you took care of yourself. He brought you vitamins every day to keep you from getting tired or sick easily. He made sure you never missed your meals and always got enough rest. It was like he was your personal health guardian, and everyone could see how much he cared.

The biggest sign for Harua was when he saw how Taki comforted you. One time, you were really upset because you didn't get chosen as the flute section leader for the marching band – a dream you worked hard for. Even though you tried to hide your sadness, both Taki and Harua could tell. Taki quickly comforted you. He hugged you while you cried, letting your tears dampen his uniform. At the same time, he gently stroked your head to make you feel better. He didn't let go until you had completely calmed down and could smile again. Right then, Harua realized, even though no one said it directly, that Taki had feelings for you too.

Since then, Harua started being extra careful about how he acts around you and Taki. He tried hard to hide his true feelings from you because he didn't want to mess up the good friendship between the three of you. But sometimes, he too wonders, for how much longer can he hide his feelings for you? Even though he truly wanted to be there for Taki and support his feelings for you, Harua couldn't ignore the little pain in his heart when he saw you and Taki together. It was tough for Harua, trying to be a good friend while dealing with his own feelings that he never talked about.

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Seeing the cherry blossoms in full bloom, Harua wanted to capture them for his photo exhibition. After classes, he went to the nearby park and got lost in taking pictures of the beautiful flowers. His focus broke when he heard someone call his name.

"Harua!" The voice surprised him, and he turned to see you approaching. "Why are you alone?"

"Taki is still in the club room. He wanted to stay a bit longer," Harua explained.

You nodded, looking at the gently falling cherry blossoms. "They're so pretty, right?" You took off your school jacket and put it on the grass, inviting Harua to join you. "Come on, let's watch the cherry blossoms together."

Harua smiled, thinking it was time for a break since he had taken many photos. He sat next to you, enjoying the cherry blossom petals falling from the trees, making a beautiful scene. He peeked at you while you closed your eyes peacefully. Then, he took off his jacket and gently placed it over you. A single petal landed on your cheek, and he leaned in to brush it away without waking you.

At that moment, as his fingers touched your cheek, you opened your eyes, surprised by the unexpected touch. A silent understanding passed between your looks, creating a mix of emotions in Harua. A warm feeling grew in his chest, and his cheeks turned a bit red.

Suddenly, Harua leaned in, showing a desire to be closer but also feeling a bit unsure. His quick movement caught you off guard, making you curious but a little nervous too. A part of him wants to leaned more closer to you, but seeing your discomfort, Harua stopped himself. Instead, he pulled back and playfully flicked your forehead, turning the serious moment into a fun one. It was like taking a step back, trying to keep things light and friendly, even though he had deeper feelings inside.

"Ouch," you whined, rubbing where he playfully flicked your forehead, "that flick wasn't needed, you know."

He chuckled softly, a warm and friendly sound that made any awkward feelings go away. "Sorry," he said, his laughter making things light and comfortable.

Harua sat next to you, feeling a mix of emotions—relief but also a bit sorry for hesitating earlier. He realized he had avoided a situation that could have made things complicated between you two. Looking at you again, he liked seeing the calm and peaceful look on your face. "Don't get too carried away," he silently reminded himself, understanding the delicate balance between their playful friendship and the deeper feelings he had inside.

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It’s a slow evening, Harua and Taki sat on a bench, watching the busy field with lots of after-school activities. Even though they didn't say it out loud, everyone knew they were there to see you practicing with the marching band.

During a break, you started goofing around, playing with the flag as if you were part of the color guard. As you swung the flag, revealing an unexpected skill, both Harua and Taki couldn't help but smile. Encouraged by your newfound confidence, you decided to throw the flag, only to toss it too high, leading to a struggle to catch it. Instead of a graceful catch, the flag ended up hitting your head quite hard, prompting a loud yelp from you.

"That fool," Taki couldn't help but chuckle at the amusing scene, and Harua joined in, unable to contain his laughter.

"But that's why I like her a lot," Taki smiled to himself, his eyes filled with genuine fondness for you.

Harua turned his head, fixing a thoughtful gaze on Taki.

Taki met his gaze and asked, "Did I say that too loud?"

Harua faked a laugh, teasing, "Well, I don't have a sixth sense to read your mind," adding a playful tone to his words.

Taki looked a bit embarrassed and playfully pushed Harua. "Well, it's true anyway!" he mumbled shyly before running towards you. With a gentle touch, he caressed your head where the pole had hit. Harua observed the two of you silently from a distance, , feeling a mix of emotions. Taki's words made it clear that he had feelings for you. While it wasn't a big surprise, Harua felt a bit sad hearing Taki openly confessing his affection for you.

---

Before summer break, the three of you found yourselves lounging in the cozy corners of the school library, getting ready to work on assignments together. Even though you were in different classes, you liked teaming up for homework. It was an attempt to make sure they didn't get too lost in their photography club world.

"Any plans this summer?" Taki asked.

You responded with a casual shrug, "Not entirely sure yet, probably filled with studying for the university entrance tests or band practice maybe."

"That's boring," Taki exclaimed, his playful disdain evident. Turning to Harua, he asked, "How about you, Harua?"

"I want to go photo hunting in the next town, maybe at the beach too," answered Harua with a glint of enthusiasm, "You know, summer = beach."

Taki's eyes lit up, "to think of it, this is our last summer together. Wouldn't it be better if we spent it together?" Taki suggested, "we've never gone on a trip together before.”

Your brow furrowed with a mix of surprise and concern at the realization that high school was nearing its end. "Don't say it's ‘our the last summer’, it’s not like our friendship will end after high school…”

Taki sighed, realizing his words were a bit heavy. "Well, you know what I mean!" Taki huffed, "hey Harua, can we join you?"

"Yeah, sure," Harua chuckled, his laughter echoing in the library's quiet corners.

"Why 'we'? I didn't say I wanted to come," you protested.

"You're our model! So you have to come along!" Taki exclaimed with a mischievous grin, emphasizing the importance of your role.

Seeing the two of you playfully argue, Harua can’t help but smiled, "He's your model, Taki," he corrected. "You know I prefer capturing landscapes," he explained, highlighting his photography preferences.

Taki shot Harua a glance that held a mysterious meaning. It seemed like he wanted to say something important but ended up sighing instead. Harua could only glance back at his friend in confusion, trying to figure out what Taki was thinking.

---

So now, you, Harua, and Taki are in the next town, ready for a full-day trip. The three of you planned a full-day trip, eager to be part of Harua's photo hunting adventure. Without specific plans, you decided to let the day unfold naturally, going wherever your feet take you.

But this trip brings a mix of feelings for Harua. He's happy to spend time with friends like you, but there's also a little sadness in his heart. While you and Taki enjoy the trip, Harua is sorting through his feelings about friendship and things he hasn't said.

Right now, as always, Harua stands a bit apart from you and Taki. Even though he tried not to, he found himself pointing his camera at you. Surrounded by nature, you're lost in thought, looking at the forest with a bit of longing. It's the same look you had when he first met you on the rooftop two years ago. Harua adjusted his camera to capture your moment, but just as he was about to take the photo, you turned around and smiled right at the camera. He caught his breath, lowered his camera slowly, and hesitantly met your warm smile with his gaze.

"You should've told me you were taking a photo," you joked, before playfully turning away.

Harua looked at the picture he took. You looked peaceful and your eyes sparkled in a gentle way. The wind moved your hair, making the picture even nicer. It wasn't just a regular picture to him – your smile made it feel special, stirring up a lot of feelings.

As he looked at the scene again, Taki unexpectedly stepped into the frame next to you. He smiled and gently placed a flower behind your ear, making a shy smile appear on your face. Harua felt a little hurt seeing this sweet moment. He decided to ignore the sadness in his heart and looked away quietly. As usual, he tried not to let those feelings take over, but the sadness stayed, no matter how hard he tried.

---

Because of your curfew, the day trip needed to end before sunset. The bus ride back home was crowded with people heading home from work, but luckily, you found seats at the back for the three of you. Choosing the window seat, you wanted to enjoy the scenery a bit longer.

As the bus got fuller, an elderly lady got on, and Taki kindly offered her his seat. Harua, always considerate, suggested Taki take his seat, but Taki wanted to stand near the door. Now, it was just you and Harua. Harua noticed you were getting sleepy, your head bobbing.

"Just sleep if you're sleepy," Harua suggested.

You nodded with your eyes closed, trying to rest your head on the window to nap. But it didn't work well, and you ended up bumping your head against the window. Seeing this, Harua gently put his hand on your head, guiding you to lean on his shoulder instead.

Harua felt a twinge of nervousness, questioning whether it was okay for him to take this step. In his mind, he questioned himself. Was he being selfish, or or if he was just trying to make sure you were comfortable, even though he had deeper feelings for you. He was stuck in these thoughts, wanting to do something that made you feel good while also dealing with his own complicated feelings.

When he gently guided you to rest on his shoulder, Harua's heart had a mix of caring and worry. He really hoped Taki didn't see what he was doing. Harua didn't want to make things complicated between the three of you or make the already tangled emotions even more confusing.

---

Summer vacation had ended, and school activities were back. Harua walked down the school hallway, thinking about taking pictures of interesting things. When he got close to the music room, he heard the gentle sound of a flute. He smiled, thinking it must be you practicing. Carefully, he peeked through the door, not wanting to interrupt. There you were, playing the flute by the window, with a look of deep longing.

For some reason, Harua always found your deep gaze interesting. There was a feeling in it that fascinated him. When he saw it, he couldn't resist taking a picture to capture that special moment. Hearing the shutter sound, you stopped playing your flute and jokingly said, "Are you sure you’re a landscape photographer? Not a paparazzi?”

Harua chuckled, lowering his camera, "Maybe a bit of both. Your expressions are just too interesting to miss." He then gestured to his camera, adding, "But don't worry, no paparazzi secrets here – just capturing the beauty of the moment.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at his answer, and he can’t help to let out a chuckle. Harua walked over, asking, "What are you looking at?”

You gave him a small smile and shook your head, saying, "I was just thinking about something."

Harua nodded in understanding and smiled back. The two of you just stood there, sharing a comfortable silence, gazing out the window together.

"Hey, Harua," you broke the silence, "Since we’re graduating soon. If you like someone, will you confess your feelings to them?"

"Eh? What’s with the sudden question?" Your inquiry caught him off guard. You asked about what had been on his mind.

"Just curious," you replied, lip pressed together, showing him a thin smile.

Harua stayed quiet for a bit. He also thought about your question since forever. Would he finally tell you he likes you? Even though he knew it might be hard and there's a chance you might say no?

"Even if i want to confess, i don’t think it's that easy. I'm afraid of making a mistake, so is it better to just keep those feelings hidden?" Harua answered honestly.

Hearing this, you slowly nodded. Harua then turned the question to you, "What about you?"

"Just like you," you smiled, "who isn't scared of being turned down? But... if you don't say it, will you regret it later? I'm worried I won't be able to move forward if I keep my feelings inside."

"You're right," he agreed.

"Plus, my life won't stop just because someone didn't feel the same way," you added.

"You're right again."

Harua stayed quiet for a bit, thinking about your question. The idea that he might have to tell you about his feelings one day crossed his mind. Your eyes turned to him, and you could see the inner struggle on his face. It was clear that he was wrestling with the choice of sharing his emotions with you. He knew it could be tough, and there was a chance you might not feel the same way. The air felt tense as both of you stared at each other, silently thinking about the feelings that were not said out loud.

"Harua! Y/N!" a voice called from outside, interrupting the moment.

Both of you were surprised and looked down to see Taki waving energetically. "Can you guys wave at my camera?" he called out.

You smiled and waved at Taki's camera. Harua, on the other hand, took a moment before joining in the wave. It was in that moment that he realized—you had been looking at Taki the whole time.

---

When Harua first met you, he remembered how you looked at the marching band with a strong desire to join them. Your eyes showed that you really wanted to be part of the team, and there was a passion in your gaze—a quiet longing for something you dreamt of achieving.

Now, Harua is dealing with the fact that he didn't realize your deeper feelings sooner. It wasn't just the marching band that held your attention; there was a consistent, unspoken yearning directed toward Taki.The realization hits him suddenly, leaving a feeling of regret. He wonders why he didn't see these signs earlier, realizing that your heart had always been connected to Taki's.

Harua feels really sorry for not noticing your feelings earlier, and this realization makes his emotions even more complicated. Even though he knows he should step back and move on, it's hard for him to let go of his feelings. He understands what he should do, but the emotional challenge of facing the reality in front of him is tough. Inside him, there's a big struggle between wanting to detach and holding onto his emotions, and it's making his heart feel heavy.

---

As the day of the exhibition got closer, the photography club room was buzzing with excitement. Harua and Taki were busy working on their projects, surrounded by a creative mess of pictures, cameras, and equipment. Taki wanted to break the quietness and asked Harua for his opinion on his project.

But Harua stayed quiet, staring at his laptop screen, lost in his thoughts. Wondering what had caught his attention, Taki went closer and stood behind him, looking over his shoulder at the laptop screen. There it was—an amazing candid photo of you.

In the picture, you had a bright smile, and your relaxed pose looked just right. The photo captured a moment of happiness and fun, freezing it for everyone to see. The colors and the arrangement of everything in the photo made it even more charming.

"Are you thinking about putting this in the exhibition?" Taki asked.

Harua, surprised by Taki's sudden appearance, cleared his throat, feeling caught off guard. "No, I don't think so."

"I think it's great. You should include it," Taki encouraged, nodding reassuringly.

Harua's voice trembled a bit as he hesitated, trying to understand Taki's feelings. "Are you okay with that?"

Taki, puzzled by the question, furrowed his brows. "Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing," Harua mumbled, his heartbeat sounding loud in the room. His finger moved through the photos on his laptop, each click making a sound in the heavy silence.

"Look, I know you know I have feelings for her, but you don't need to hold yourself back like that. I don't want there to be any misunderstanding or competition between us."

"What do you mean?"

"Harua, I know you like her too," Taki sighed, feeling the weight of Harua's unspoken feelings in his heart.

Harua, however, laughed it off, quickly denying any romantic interest. "Whoa, you've got it all wrong. She's just a friend, nothing else." Harua closed his laptop and walked towards the door.

"Are you tired of lying to yourself?" Taki's question hung in the air, carrying both concern and frustration. Harua's steps came to a halt.

Taki kept his gaze on Harua. There was something heavy in the air—unsaid things hanging there, making the room feel tight. Harua stayed silent for a moment before leaving the club room, leaving Taki with a sense of unresolved tension.

Taki stayed in thoughtful silence, haunted by the unspoken truths and hidden feelings between them. He knew Harua was lying. Taki stared at the picture of you taken by Harua two years ago, stuck on the club room walls. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was a deeper story behind it. "Everyone would immediately know if they saw the photo you took," he thought, the room now filled with a tense air reflecting the complexities of their emotions.

---

After the argument with Taki, Harua decided to keep some distance from both you and Taki. Even though Taki tried to talk, Harua avoided him because he felt guilty and uneasy. Talking or meeting with Taki became something Harua feared.

This discomfort also affected his interactions with you. Being around you used to be comforting, but now it made Harua feel sad. The joy of being with you turned into a heavy emotional burden, leading him to avoid you too.

As the exhibition day approached, Harua felt more and more stressed. The pressure increased as he tried to decide on a theme and choose which photos to display.

But wait, that's not entirely true. Harua already picked the photos he wants to show. There's a picture of the day you both first met on the rooftop, another one of you practicing for the marching band, a snapshot of you running, and a sweet photo of your smile – all these pictures, each capturing a special moment with you, hold a special place in Harua's heart.

But he couldn't just display those photos. They're not just pictures; they're a collection of his deepest feelings for you. Each pictures holds the weight of his hope, a longing to always be by your side.

Is it okay if he's a little selfish, just this once? Can he wish to always be with you? Is it okay for him to hope you won't go away? Can he think that you'll always remember him? He already knows the answer, but still, can he be a bit selfish, just this one time?

Harua went to the rooftop to clear his mind and take pictures of the snowy view. He set up his camera to capture the peaceful view, and then you showed up in the frame, just like the first time he met you. It brought back a lot of emotions for him.

Your eyes met his camera, a sweet smile on your lips, just the way he liked it. With hands trembling slightly, he pressed the camera button.

"Hey," you greeted, and Harua smiled back at you.

"I heard you had some sort of arguments with Taki. He didn't tell me much about it, though..." you said, your voice soft.

Harua stayed silent, a heavy pause filling the air as if words struggled to escape his lips. His eyes, once focused on the camera, now seemed lost in a distant contemplation.

"Harua, I'm worried about you. You look and act differently these days. You seem distracted, like there's something on your mind. You can always tell me about it," you expressed your concern.

"You'll never understand, y/n. Even if I tell you everything, you'll never understand," Harua replied, his voice tinged with frustration, a mixture of emotions playing on his face.

"How could I understand if you never told me anything about it?!" you raised your voice. Your words held a plea for him to open up, to share the burden he carried. "I'll always listen to you, you know," your heartfelt words lingered in the air, each one carrying a plea for Harua to share the burden he carried. You genuinely offered to listen and be there for him, trying to close the gap between his silence and your understanding.

Harua looked into your eyes, feeling a surge of emotions. His love for you grew stronger, and he realized that his feelings were still deeply rooted in his heart. Tears filled his eyes, and a heavy ache settled in his chest, like a silent scream.

"Taki is right, I'm tired of lying to myself. I give up," Harua chuckled, his laughter mixed with tears streaming down his face. Your worried gaze met his.

Unable to hold back his emotions any longer, Harua confessed, "Please let me be selfish, just for once." Pulling you closer, he closed the gap between you, and tenderly kissed you.

As your lips met, a mix of emotions overwhelmed Harua—a blend of happiness and sorrow. Confessing his love felt liberating, but the pain of facing reality lingered. "I love you," he whispered against your lips, his heartfelt words hanging in the air. "I've always been in love with you.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks as Harua's confession settled in the space between you. He gently wiped them away, seeking a connection with your eyes.

"But Harua," you whispered, avoiding direct eye contact, wrestling with your own feelings.

"I know," he replied with a sad smile.

"If I could be a bit selfish, I'd want you to choose me. I want to stay with you, take care of you," he admitted, taking a deep breath, "but I know I can't."

"I don't want to make you unhappy. I don't want to force you to be with me if there's someone else who can make you happy," Harua expressed, his words carrying both understanding and deep sadness.

"And that's not me." The unspoken weight of unfulfilled wishes and the acknowledgment of an inevitable reality hung heavy in the air. Harua's eyes stayed on you, silently pleading for understanding and forgiveness.

"I'm sorry," you cried out, your voice filled with regret.

Harua shook his head, “It’s not your fault,” his heart clenched as he saw your struggle.

"I hope you find happiness, even if it's not with me," Harua said softly. Despite the emotional turmoil, he tried to muster a smile, hiding the deep sadness that lingered within.

With a soft pat on your shoulder, Harua turned away, walking off the rooftop without looking back. You stood there alone, carrying the weight of his words and the lingering emptiness he left behind. Regret and sadness mingled within you, casting a shadow on the quiet rooftop.

Unseen by Harua, tears continued to roll down his face as he found a secluded spot away from curious eyes. Overwhelming sadness engulfed him, leading him to sit on the ground, holding onto the flood of emotions inside him. The pain of letting go of his feelings became almost too much to bear. Yet, amid the tears, there was a faint sense of relief—he had finally opened his heart to you, even if it meant breaking his own in the process.

---

And at last, the big day came—the exhibition day. The gym building transformed into a magical art gallery, showcasing the impressive projects created by the photography club members about to finish their class.

Harua found a spot in the back row, eagerly waiting for the screening of Taki's short film. The film was a carefully crafted piece for this special occasion, and Taki's gaze remained tenderly fixed on you. This cinematic creation was, without a doubt, Taki's heartfelt confession to you.

As Harua's eyes met Taki's, he offered his friend a supportive smile, genuinely happy for both of you. It was clear that the film had touched you deeply, and Harua couldn't help but feel a sense of joy seeing Taki's heartfelt confession bringing happiness to someone he cared about.

After the film screening ended, a strong desire led Harua back to the exhibition space. There, he found Taki deeply contemplating his own photo. Harua decided to approach Taki, recognizing the significance of the moment. "Your film was incredible," he praised, genuinely admiring Taki's artistic contribution to the exhibition.

Taki chuckled and complimented Harua's photos in return. In the end, Harua gathered his courage and stuck to his original idea. Among the beautiful landscape pictures, he strategically placed candid shots of you. These photos represented how he had always admired you from afar, and that was his idea. Even though he got 'rejected', he promised to always keep cheer for you from afar.

"I'm sorry for lying all this time," Harua admitted. "You're right; I also like Y/n."

This caught Taki's interest, and he asked, "Do you know what I envy about you?"

Harua shook his head and waited for Taki's answer, and Taki smiled, saying, "Y/n's photos always look prettier on your camera than anyone else's." Taki admired the captivating images Harua had taken, each one telling a story of admiration and affection. "No matter how hard I try, my photos will never be as good as yours."

"You love her so much that your photos can show your feelings so clearly," Taki added, expressing both admiration and acknowledgment. "Anyone who sees a photo taken by you for the first time will immediately know that you love her."

Upon hearing those words, Harua's smile carried a blend of gratitude and a touch of longing. He took a deep breath, letting his emotions settle into a bittersweet realization. "I confessed to her a while ago," he shared, his lips pressing together as he recalled the moment. "And yeah, I got rejected.”

"I'm sorry," Taki sincerely apologized.

Taki looked at him and nodded slowly, a small smile appearing on his face. Harua returned the gesture with a warm smile, gently squeezing Taki's shoulder before they went their separate ways. From the corner of his eye, Harua noticed you approaching Taki. Turning to you, he couldn't resist giving a comforting smile. As your eyes met, he mouthed, "Be happy." Continuing his walk, he sensed your gaze and smiled again as he glanced over his shoulder.

Harua's sole wish was for your happiness, even if it meant not being with him. His self-made promise remained steadfast—he would always cheer for you from afar, ensuring that your journey was filled with joy, no matter the path you chose.

a/n.

this plot been dusting on my notes for years, i finally got the motivation and inspiration to write this fic after listening to back numbers again lol (i would recommend their songs to every angst writers out there); i repeated christmas song like crazy when i write this jasdalkdja

i originally have 3 endings idea for this fic, an open ending, taki’s ending, and ofc harua’s ending.

about the ending… i actually think it as an open ending, because it is not stated that whyen taki is the end game (even though harua make it sounds like she ended up with him). as i personally think it’s the best for whyen not to end up with any of them.

this fic is more of harua pov, so i actually been thinking to write the taki’s version too. in his ending, ofc the two of them will ended up together as an end game. lmk if you’re interested to read his ending ;]

as for harua’s ending, it’ll be set a few years after their graduation (probably in their college year), where he’ll reconcile with his past and meet y/n again. I was thinking to make his ending as a sequel to this fic, but again i still don’t know for sure and i’m don’t know if i’ll have time to write long fics anytime soon… so yeah, maybe we’ll see?

and last but not least, this is my first time writing angst dhshsh so i hope this fic is angsty enough to be considered as angst? bcs idk i actually have a mixed feelings with how this fic turns out dhshs so yeah i hope this turns out okay…

[haecien]

Harua x Reader " Comfort Food "

Genre - College au, bf!harua, non-idol au

Warnings + notes - Cursing, being stressed? GOD THIS IS THE FIRST FIC IVE WROTE FOR &TEAM.

Synopsis - Reader is stressed, Harua makes them a meal to cheer up.

Wc - 432 words 2,232 characters

Deadlines are just around the corner, so many papers to the point I'm buried in them. My midterms are creeping up, fuck. What will I do?

I rarely have any time for myself, I don't even have time for my friends. I don't even have time for my boyfriend. What kind of partner am i? The worst one that's for a fact. All this pressure is too much for me, all I do is study, study, study. 

You closed your eyes shut, when you opened them again all you could see was your tears flowing out of your eyes, you zoned out for a bit then you heard someone open your door.

Shit it was Harua, you looked over to him. Eyes all puffy, nose all stuffy, your hair was an absolute mess and your table was scattered with papers. Jesus its like a wolf was in your room. 

Harua quickly came inside your room, he was very quick to comfort you but. You in his arms made you cry even more, the tears would not stop anytime soon. Harua didn't say a word but he rubbed his hand against your back giving you reassurance. 

Harua was very different from you, sure he had a lot of deadlines and assignments but in the end his spirit was still high. You still don't know how he does it. 

" Harua I don't think I can handle this anymore, " you said, wiping away your tears. Harua cupped your face in his hands and gave you that adorable smile of his, " I know you're strong enough, trust me you will get over this, " you shook your head. " Like I ever will! Fuck this week has been nothing but stress, we rarely hang out anymore! " 

" So? I still love you no matter what, but maybe I could help you. You want to know how I relieve my stress? "You got curious and tilted your head a bit. " A good meal, it really lifts your mood. "You were a bit sceptical about this but you just had to trust your boyfriend's word.

Harua excitedly went out of your room and into the kitchen, you took a seat and waited patiently. After a few minutes Harua had prepared your favourite dish and placed it on the table, " Here you go, enjoy lovely! " 

You took a bite of the food and you instantly felt relaxed, Harua calmly watched you, looking at you with pure adoration. " You know, even if we haven't been hanging out. I would rather let it be this way than for us to head our separate ways. "

[gyumazing]

"You are?"

Pairings: Harua x Reader

Word count: 3,554 words

warnings: NONE (Just Harua being cute and Jungwon being an annoying brother)

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"Yah, Jungwon-ah. Can you pass me the water bottle?" you called out, your voice slightly strained from the split position you were attempting. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you stretched your body from left to right, feeling the tension in your hamstrings and thighs almost threatening to tear you apart.

“Jungwon-ah…” Jungwon scoffed, threatening to hit you with the water bottle. Looking up at him, you offered an apologetic smile and a peace sign.

"I meant 'Jungwon oppa'," you clarified, voice filled with a mix of amusement and exasperation. With a swift motion, you snatched the water bottle from his hands and brought it to your lips, drinking in large gulps. The cool water provided some relief, but the discomfort in your muscles lingered.

Feeling a surge of tiredness, you asked Jungwon for assistance in getting up. But, you felt his hands on your left foot, pulling it outward instead. The intense stretch hit you like a bolt of lightning, and a sharp cry of pain escaped your lips. You couldn't help but lash out at him, nudging his shoulders in an attempt to make him stop.

"Motherfu-" you exclaimed, the words cut short as you swiftly swung your water bottle, hitting Jungwon in the arm. He jerked back, eyes widening in surprise as he rose from the floor like a zombie emerging from its grave.

A snort escaped your lips, a mix of amusement and frustration at the situation. "Hey! I was just helping you do the split position properly!" Jungwon protested, clearly taken aback by your reaction. He grabbed you by the shoulders, exerting his strength as he threw your body onto the nearby couch.

Not one to back down easily, you wriggled free from his grip and stood defiantly beside the couch. You placed your hands on your waist. The irritation was evident in your voice as you looked at Jungwon with disbelief. "Did I ask for your help?" you questioned, a touch of sarcasm tainting your words. "Anyways, you said it would only take 5 minutes! Hello? It's been 45 minutes already! Mom and dad are waiting!"

Jungwon flicked your forehead. "You're so impatient," he remarked.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Wow. Now I'm the impatient one," you retorted, the sarcasm dripping from your words.

Jungwon shrugged nonchalantly, seemingly unfazed. "I told you! I'm just waiting for someone. He's going to drop something off for me," he explained.

An incredulous expression crossed your face as you stared at him. "What? Is it really that important? Dinner starts at 8:00 PM. It's already 7:55 PM," you reminded him, a note of exasperation in your voice. Squinting your eyes at him, you continued, "You know what? Suit yourself. I'm going to go. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse."

You quickly slipped on your school shoes and grabbed your backpack. But just as you were about to make your exit, Jungwon swiftly blocked your way with his foot, causing you to stumble slightly. To add salt to injury, you could hear him barely containing his laughter.

You shot him a piercing glare, struggling to maintain your composure and resisting the urge to kick him. "Stay here. I'll just get it myself," Jungwon declared, not even waiting for you to voice your opinion as he swiftly jogged out of the dance practice room, leaving you alone and irritated.

You couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief. People adored Jungwon so much, but if you had the chance, you would gladly banish his existence far far away from yours.

So much for an older brother, you guess.

You sighed.

If you were going to skip dinner tonight, you would make sure Jungwon treated you to food for the next two weeks.

You reached for your phone and texted your mom, letting her know that you and Jungwon might be late for dinner. Once the message was sent, you took off your bag and returned to the spot where you were practicing your split. Slowly easing yourself back into the position, you could feel the strain on your muscles as you pushed yourself to perfect it. Your heart was set on acing your upcoming monthly evaluation and debuting as soon as possible.

Counting silently in your head, you switched positions, carefully stretching your muscles. As you focused on your training, fully engrossed in your pursuit of perfection, a sudden knock on the door broke the silence of the empty practice room.

"Sunbaenim? Are you here?" a voice, reminiscent of a character from an anime, echoed through the room, piquing your curiosity. Swiftly turning your head, you scanned the space to locate the source of the voice.

Your gaze landed on a cute and lanky figure standing by the doorframe. He wore a purple flannel over a plain white shirt, his jet-black hair perfectly complementing his lips, which were shaded with just the right amount of red. His eyes held a twinkle, as if they held the brightest and prettiest stars in the universe. Overall his aura screamed… innocence.

Unbeknownst to you, you held your breath, completely entranced by his presence.

The owner of the voice bowed politely to acknowledge your presence, offering you a cute boyish smile. His eyes scanned the empty practice room, sparkling with curiosity and wonder. It was as if he saw something magical in the mundane surroundings. "Hello. By any chance, have you seen where Jungwon sunbaenim went?" he asked in fluent Japanese, his words flowing like a melody. Although you were familiar with the language, there was something about his voice that made your heart flutter.

Snapping back to reality, you realized that you had been gawking at him for far too long. Shaking off the trance, you quickly responded, "You are?" The words slipped out, tinged with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity.

He cleared his throat, apologizing for his earlier intrusion. Now speaking in Korean, he introduced himself, "I'm Harua. Nice to meet you..." He paused, waiting for you to share your name.

"Y/N. I'm Jungwon's sister," you replied, rising from your split position and walking toward him. Determined to assert yourself, you added, "What do you want from my brother?" There was a hint of intimidation in your voice, causing Harua to back down slightly, as if he were a deer caught in headlights.

You noticed his gulp, and his cautious demeanor only made him appear more endearing, like a lost puppy.

Cute.

"Uh... I need to give him this... Noona? [Term used to refer to a female that's older that you when you are a male]" He said quite unsure. You shook your head.

Noona? You looked like a Noona while wearing this high school uniform? Or, was he actually that young?

"Year?" You stretched out your hands and signalled him to give you what he was supposed to give Jungwon. He handed it to you frantically. A plushie. "Year?" You repeated as you surveyed the brown bear in your hands. This was it? The thing that kept Jungwon from leaving early?

You looked up when you heard nothing from Harua.

"I said what year." You repeated again but he just looked at you like a lost puppy. You sighed, trying your best to refrain from wanting to pinch his cheeks. "I meant what year were you born." You clarified and you saw how his seemingly constricted face immediately brightening when he understood what you meant.

"2005." He replied grimly.

You nodded, taking note of the age difference between you. "I was born in 2006, specifically on September 1st, 2006. I'm not your 'noona,'" you explained, emphasizing the age gap between you.

He nodded but almost immediately looked confused again.

"Huh? I thought Jungwon sunbaenim only has an older sister?" He uttered, scanning your face as if he was deciphering codes.

You were taken aback by his knowledge of Jungwon's family situation. How did he know that Jungwon had an older sister? Your curiosity piqued, and you decided to divulge a bit more about your relationship with Jungwon. "Well, I'm a trainee under this company. Even though I don't like to admit it, Jungwon and I..." you pointed to your face and the small poster of Jungwon on the wall. "We basically look like twins," you explained. Seeing Harua squint his eyes and mouth the word 'right,' you knew he had connected the dots.

"Moreover, my surname is also Yang. If I were to debut as an idol, people would put two and two together and realize that we're siblings." You added and he nodded. He seemed to grasp the situation, acknowledging the need to keep your relationship hidden from the public. "So, to avoid unnecessary drama, the company advised Jungwon oppa not to disclose that he has a younger sibling."

"That makes sense," His response resonated with you, and you nodded in agreement. "It must be cool having Jungwon sunbaenim as an older brother," Harua said dreamily.

You couldn't help but cringe at his words. "Yeah, I'm so lucky," you replied sarcastically, unable to hide your skepticism. Being Jungwon's sister had its moments, but it also came with its fair share of annoyances.

Wanting to shift the focus, you changed the topic. "Anyways, you're from &team, right?" you asked, recognizing his affiliation with the group. Harua's eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting you to know which group he belonged to. As an unfamiliar face, you assumed he had recently debuted. You were aware that Maki, your friend, had recently debuted in &team, allowing you to connect the dots. It wasn't rocket science; it was simple deduction. But Harua is making it seem like you just revealed the secrets of the universe.

"Ah yes." He bowed again smiling from eye to eye.

Then, an awkward silence settled between you. Uncertain of how to continue the conversation, you felt the need to keep it going a little longer. "You know Maki?" you asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from him.

Harua nodded, confirming your assumption. "We're from the same team," he replied, pride evident in his voice.

Then again, the two of you stood there staring at each other, unsure of what to say next.

You could just resume to what you were doing, you know. But somehow, you really want to converse with him.

"Are you going to leave or what?" Instantly regretting your choice of words, you saw how Harua was taken aback by your abruptness. Mentally slapping yourself, you quickly corrected your statement. "Oh, sorry. What I meant was, are you going to leave already, and I'll give this to Jungwon, or do you want to wait here for him to come back and give it to him yourself?"

Harua visibly relaxed at your clarification, his relief evident. "Is it okay if I wait here?" he cautiously asked, and you nodded, almost too enthusiastically. A weight seemed to lift off his shoulders, and he bowed in gratitude. "Thank you," he said sincerely, and you nodded in acknowledgment.

"Do you know how to do a split?" you asked.

Harua's smile brightened, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

"Yes," he replied confidently, and you couldn't help but be intrigued.

"Really?" you gasped, unable to hide your surprise.

"I'm really good at it if I say so myself," Harua said, nodding affirmatively.

"Can you teach me?"

Harua nodded once again and walked toward you. You observed him removing his bag and jacket and as he slowly eased to a splitting position. As you were observing him, you noticed that he had four visible moles. One on his nose and three on his neck. You could also see his earrings dangling back and forth as he lowered.

You instantly looked away when he looked your way.

You coughed.

"Yours looks fine, but if you tilt your body a little like this, it makes it much easier to stretch," Harua instructed, gracefully demonstrating the proper form. "But I'm not an expert, okay? I just learned this from our dance trainor," he added, offering a disclaimer.

You nodded, eagerly attempting to replicate his movements. However, it quickly became apparent that it wasn't as easy as Harua made it look. Frustration washed over you, and you couldn't help but whine, "How do you do that? How are you that good?"

"We used to practice this whilst training." Harua explained. His gaze was fixated on your form and you can’t help but feel your cheeks burning slightly. Was he judging your position? What if he’s laughing at you mentally right now?

Wanting to shift the focus, you asked, "What year did you start training?"

"2018," Harua replied without lifting his gaze, his attention still focused on your form.

Amidst the silence, you couldn't help but joke, "Yo, sunbaenim." But you immediately winced, feeling the strain in your muscles. "Why does it feel like my hamstrings are being torn apart? Is this normal?" you inquired. It genuinely felt like you were about to give birth to a full-sized basketball.

Harua looked at you hesitantly, struggling to find the right words. Concerned for your well-being, he decided to provide guidance. "Stretch your legs like this," Harua instructed, mimicking the proper technique. As you tried to mimic his movements, a sharp cry of pain escaped your lips. "This isn't working," you sighed in defeat.

Harua, his concern growing, looked at you intently. "Is it okay if I touch your shoes?" he asked, meeting your gaze.

His eyes seemed to hold a mesmerizing power over you, and you found yourself nodding unconsciously. It felt as if time stood still as Harua gently adjusted your left foot.

Dugdug.

Dugdug.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and a smile began to creep across your face. Harua's touch and the intensity of his gaze had left you feeling exhilarated, a warmth spreading through your body. You were momentarily lost in the moment, captivated by his presence.

Suddenly, Harua's voice snapped you back to reality. "There! It doesn't feel as bad, right?" he said, looking at you expectantly.

Dugdug.

Dugdug.

You coughed, attempting to compose yourself. "Ah, yes. I don't feel any pain," you stammered, trying to steady your voice.

Harua's smile brightened at your response, his enthusiasm evident.

"That's great!" Harua replied, his tone filled with genuine excitement. His expressive eyes once again captured your attention, causing a smile to grace your lips too. You couldn't help but wonder what was happening to you—why you felt this way around him.

Just as you were about to express your gratitude to Harua, the door swung open, and Jungwon's voice filled the room. Startled, you quickly stood up, and Harua followed suit.

"What were you guys doing?" Jungwon asked, his gaze shifting between the two of you.

"Splits!" You and Harua replied simultaneously, the words escaping your lips before you had a chance to think. You immediately regretted your response, realizing that this would undoubtedly fuel Jungwon's teasing.

Jungwon smirked, his eyes filled with a cryptic gleam as he looked at you. His raised eyebrows suggested that he had caught onto something, and then he turned his gaze toward Harua. Harua coughed, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

“Sunbaenim…” Harua bowed to greet Jungwon.

Jungwon smiled.

“Harua-kun. You know? She’s really stubborn and hot headed. One time, she pushed me off my chair when I was-“

“Oppa! What are you doing!” you cut him off, shooting daggers towards his direction.

“I’m scaring him away.” Jungwon replied with a mischievious grin on his face.

“Wha-“ You looked at him in disbelief.

Harua coughed. You looked at his way and you were hit with a new wave of embarrassment.

You took a deep breath and calmed yourself down.

Feeling a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, you decided it was time to make your exit. "I'll wait for you in the lobby," you announced, turning to face your older brother. The atmosphere in the room was becoming too awkward for your liking. "Thank you, Harua," you turned your gaze towards Harua now.

You grabbed your bag and wore your shoes first before walking towards the door.

“Yang Jungwon I hate you.” you mouthed towards your brother as you swiftly made your way out of the dance practice room, eager to escape the lingering tension.

Just wait when we get back home, Yang Jungwon.

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EDIT: I wrote this on the plane hahaha. I was too sleepy when I posted this to notice that I actually posted the unedited version. 

[kthecutest]

https://www.tumblr.com/kthecutest/724340529804050432/httpswwwtumblrcomkthecutest72398103993923993?source=share

helloo I saw this here and I think it's adorable could you do one of these w harua?

thx in advance

ハルア Harua as your bf (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

A/N ೃ⁀➷ I'm sorry for so much delay ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა I had to do some researches on Haru, hehe hope you'll enjoy this! ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)

•♡──────✧♡✦♡✧──────♡•

Pure innocent bunny boy who places you as his number 1 priority always

Straight up all-time princess treatment for you. Will give you massages, and any other thing that will help you relax and feel loved around him.

If you ever felt down, Harua is your number 1 safe space. Will snatch you into his arms, cuddling you so tightly as you leans into his cozy tender chest. This sweetie would literally even go on to help you with whatever he can and that includes; giving you the best massage ever, showering you with little gifts or cuddles and helping out with any paperwork that he could.

He’s not as athletic as his K hyung but he definitely got his flexibility from K. Will make sure to help you stretch after you’re done working; just to keep you fit and relaxed. “C’mon honey~ you need to keep stretching! Or else you’ll end up being so stiff baby”, Harua would whine trying to convince your lazy figure to go along with his flow once you started complaining.

Expect him to always go all out on every dates he goes out with you. No matter if it’s the way he dresses or the gifts that are ready to be given to you or the dramatic scenery that he would take you to, making sure no settings could ever get old.

100% asks his Nicholas hyung for photography tips. Harua’s got some basic skills down but he wanted to be better just for you. You love to take photos wherever you two go, so he wanted to always take the most beautiful photos of you, even keeping some to himself.

He would sometimes scroll through his phone and randomly sings out loud any random song lyrics with his angelic tune. Random or not, his singing is the sweetest thing ever to your ear. You would instantly run to him tugging on his sleeves, requesting him to sing more for you. Bunny boy will gladly agree, singing you any melody you’d be pleased to hear.

He’s those neat boyfriends who would clean up after you. You’re definitely not the tidiest person out there, you’re always too lazy to even organize any of your storages. And that’s what he’s here for. Watch him pick up all the dirty worn-clothes lying on the floor, hurling them straight into the washing machine. All the ornaments are all on order and glossing, not a single dust, standing still on the shelves.

It’s no doubt that this bunny boy is the cutest thing ever. But whenever you call him “cute”, expect to always hear a deny followed by a pout. He doesn’t think he’s cute but you’re there to make sure to make him acknowledge it proudly. Will eventually get him to agree with it; with some type of deal or pleading request.

You could hear the melodic harmonies that arise from the tapestried room once in a while. The pressure landing on the white keys that elicit such celestial tunes. He’d fine you in the door way, peering at his figure seated in the center, his tender fingers on the keys, pressing each with the movement of an overflowing spring.

In conclusion, just two words; boyfriend-material. This bunny boy is no doubt the sweetest, cutest, loveliest, boyfriend.

[aguamarinee]

➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Harua × reader

➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, crack, weird considence, a smidge of angst?

➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: —

➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,2k

I was anxiously biting my nails while traveling on one of the last buses around this hour, deep in the night.

I can only hope I'm not too late yet.

While rushing I even forgot to bring my phone with me, instead, I left it plugged in on my bedside table... And I didn't even check the opening hours of the drugstores around me!

I hastily glanced at the time every 30 seconds, as slowly the last 10 minutes before 9 pm were ticking away right in front of me, while I was racing with time to desperately find one store that was open at this hour.

...Well, technically, I was racing with the bus's schedule contrary to the current time but whatever.

I was incredibly nervous while awaiting the last few stops.

But the reason behind it... Let me do a recap before I reach my destination, maybe time will stop while I explain?

It all started about half an hour ago; I was lazing around in my dorm room watching a film on my laptop quietly, while halfway through I started playing with my phone.

It's Saturday evening, and I was gearing up for tomorrow's long hours of studying with an easy schedule the day before... Or at least, I tried to.

Suddenly my phone's screen switched while I was playing and my friend's caller ID appeared.

I picked it up without question, immediately finding it strange that she was calling me at a time like this.

Although I had a feeling that something was up, in a negative way but I didn't let my worrying get the worst of me right away.

...Just after she started speaking into the device in a shaky tone.

Thousands of thoughts flew through my mind at that moment, the worst scenarios possible but after a second she told me this: 'My boyfriend broke up with me today.'

Oh. No.

That was one of my worst ideas!

Then she added: 'Over text.'

Holy— I didn't even think about this case, and now it was even worse!

So I knew I had to get going, this was my calling, and it was time to go and take matters into my own hands.

Time to cheer her up, and gossip about the guy until she feels better.

So, that's what I intend to do, still, in the middle of the evening; others may get ready for bed, but I get ready for the local plaza to check out drugstores.

Sounds cool, right?

I still don't understand why was a drugstore my first instinct to go there but it seemed right.

Nowadays there are healthy snacks and a couple of sodas in these places, aside from makeup and hair products and so on, so I figured I could buy everything in there.

And it's a rule that after a breakup we change ourselves for the better... So hair dye and nail polish it is!

And oh look, catching up really did help, I'm here already!

Since I didn't have my phone with me I couldn't check the time, so with a shrug I speed-runned the outline of the plaza, looking for a drugstore.

It put a small panic in me that most clothing stores were closed at this hour — not that I should be surprised by this or anything, really — but some fast food restaurants were still open, so I might have a chance.

Using an escalator I arrived at the next level of the big mall and saw the drugstore at the end of the line so with quick steps I stormed off in that direction.

But as I inched closer I saw more than half of the cover was pulled down, to protect the store for the night.

It had some small holes in it, but I couldn't see anything through them so I crouched down in my last desperate try and looked under.

The remaining open part provided some clear evidence that the light was in fact on inside the small store, so it meant that someone was still there.

So I clung to hope and voiced my concerns.

I guess it doesn't hurt, hardly anyone is around here at this hour so if I can convince a cashier or manager to let me in for 5 minutes, it's already worth it.

"Is anyone here?" I raised my voice so it echoed through the seemingly empty store for a bit until I think I heard some quiet footsteps.

My heart did a funny jump because I hoped I wasn't imagining things so I waited for a pair of legs, still looking from under the metal cover thing.

I'm sure I look ridiculous, but hey, whatever gets the job done.

I didn't have to wait long, I saw a pair of lanky legs coming my way; they were wearing comfortable white sneakers and slightly baggy, washed-out denim jeans... Also, I think I saw a glimpse of the store's logo on the shirt they were wearing so my night is either saved or dumped.

In a moment, I came face-to-face with a very handsome guy who seemed to be around the same age as me, with eager, sparkling eyes despite his evening shift, a stylish haircut, smooth skin, a cute nose, and pretty lips.

As we locked eyes he seemed surprised too, but only for a second before pulling out his typical customer smile.

"Hi, can I help you?" The greatest and awkwardest line ever said in a context like this, I almost burst a lung but managed to keep my cool in the end.

Okay, get it together, this is serious — don't forget, you're still running on high time for your friend!

And her boy problems!

"Is the store still open?" I asked with a hopeful glint in my eyes.

I didn't want to dump all my questions on him at once, so I figured before I boast to him my chaotic apology and reasoning about why I needed 2 bottles of soda, a bar of chocolate, nail polish, and crazy hair dyes at night I'll just appear a little less weird, for now.

"Well, our closing time is at 9 pm, but I'm still here so technically yes, the store is open." He flashed a cute half-smile, waiting for my next sentence.

"Is it possible for me to get in and buy a couple of last-minute things? I promise it's a maximum of 5 minutes, I know what I need." I tried to sound as determined as I could never, but I really didn't want to test his patience too much.

He seemed to be thinking through my words for a second but then he easily nodded and gave another kind smile.

Then he extended his hand in my direction under the metal wall thing and at first I gazed at him questionably, but then I accepted his help and let him pull me through the 'entrance' in a weird way.

After I was in the store I saw that truly every light was still on in the aisles, and the cashier's check looked intact as well.

"You're lucky because I usually leave the cash register to the last, so you'll still be able to pay." He chuckled while helping me to my feet and our gazes lingered on each other for a second.

It seems today he's the one on duty to close the store and make sure everything is intact before leaving... I feel lucky.

He's... cute.

"Ah, I was just in time then!" I answered enthusiastically with a giggle, then we slowly untangled our hands, his warmth leaving mine as I turned to the aisle where the hair products were.

For a while I felt his sparkling eyes on me as I skipped through the shelves, checking out only those products that I had an interest in.

There was no time to waste when my friend needed me urgently!

I gathered my thoughts and after a few minutes, I was done, heading to the cash register while opening my bag to check how much money I had on me.

Although a 15-minute bus ride was still awaiting me to arrive at my friend's place, but I felt like I was starting to see the end of this rushed journey.

I walked up to the cute guy and put my things on the rubber plate for him to beep it in.

As I glanced at him while he peacefully punched in numbers and product names to the computer beside him I saw his eyebrows furrowing, then he slowly looked up at me and a small smile was hiding in the corner of his mouth.

"You're going to a salon or something?" He chuckled adorably and I couldn't stop the blush creeping up on my neck to my cheeks as he questioned my choices.

Right, he's still a shop assistant, and he must see countless weird listings every day, but I'm sure mine is pretty questionable as of now.

I gave a short laugh before answering and averted my eyes for a second, not bothering to take out my wallet yet.

"No, I'm going to my friend's place, girl's night you know... Her boyfriend just broke up with her, so emotional support is needed." I felt a bit bad for telling him just like this, spilling a piece of my friend's personal life but I wanted to answer truthfully, since I panicked because of his reaction and I just blurted it out.

At my answer his eyes seemed to scan me over quickly, as if searching for something very thoroughly, his whole gaze shifted for a second when he seemed to think about something, but then changed back to normal.

Yeah, he definitely found that TMI weird.

I know he tried to play off his reaction with a cool vibe but I'm sure he was uncomfortable.

Sorry, cute guy.

"That's unfortunate." He nodded and quietly expressed some sort of sorrow to be empathetic but I knew it was forced. "That's all, right?" He changed the topic, mustering another shy smile in my way.

"Yep, that's all." I nodded back, paid, and quickly packed everything into my small backpack, except the delicious orange-flavored soda, because just as he started talking to me I realized how dry my throat was.

I unscrewed the top and stopped to drink, no longer feeling in such a rush.

The guy was staring at me, not moving from behind the cash register, as if wanting to say something before I leave.

I held the drink in my hand and turned to him as I felt his curious eyes on me.

We made eye contact again and he looked away for a second, then released a sigh and turned back to me, a more determined look present on his face as he spoke again.

"Ah... By the way, can I ask for your name?" In a second I noticed the nervous gradient in his soft voice but it made me giggle before I could stop myself.

"I'm Y/n, nice to meet you. And you?" I answered almost immediately with even more enthusiasm, trying to stop myself from blushing and smiling too hard.

Calm down, it's just a respectful cute guy, nothing to see here...

"...I'm Harua." He said after a moment of gazing at each other and I noticed his mouth corners lifting the same into a bunny-like grin, but the moment my brain registered his name I suddenly felt my heart drop to my stomach.

Wait, what?

I take that back, it's not nice to meet you.

...You broke my friend's heart, you monster.

I was sure my hasty reaction was visible outside as well; I felt my body grow still for a couple of seconds and my smile faltering, then freezing onto my face in a rather awkward manner, and my hands grew into fists as I held the strap of my bag.

Now I regret coming to this store, even if they had all the goods.

Damn, I didn't even know that this guy works in a place like this... This is just so unbelievable suddenly.

What did I do to deserve such Karma?

I don't know if I should even mention this to my friend, this situation is wrong on so many levels...

But by the looks of things it seems he doesn't recognize me, since he asked for my name.

I guess I never got mentioned by my name, which comes in handy right now.

Good thing, because now I have a very clear picture of him when I arrive at my friend's house.

As well as his other side that doesn't include him humiliating her like that, through text.

And I take everything back I said about him being nice, respectful, and cute.

If he broke my friend's heart like that he's far from respectful or nice.

Nor do I find him cute anymore.

....Wow, this is a mess.

I snapped out of my thoughts after about a minute of standing silently in the store, still being there instead of running out as if my life depended on it.

I didn't even know what was the last thing he said to me, the past couple of minutes turned into a blur as the emergency alarms went off in my head.

I can't stay here any longer, that one thing was for sure.

"So...Harua! Thank you for letting me in after closing hours, I really appreciate it, but now I have to run! Bye!" I recovered from my shock and blurted out everything at once, already inching towards the half-closed entrance of the drugstore.

Just pronouncing his name felt hard enough after putting the pieces together...

'And it wasn't nice meeting you!' I wish I could have said that but then I would have blown my cover.

...What a night, and the hard part had just begun!

➪ 𝐀/𝐍.: One of my randomest scenarios ever, but I enjoyed it so much! And in a way, a piece of it is based on real-life events lol.

➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !

Tagging: @nichoswag

[jonillaaa]

welcome to jonillaaa’s boutique!

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[gyuijns]

♡ To. my lover

Pairing : Harua x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings!! : None!

word count : 254

a/n : sorry this extra short! I’ve been busy recently and wanted to post something! Although most people like my zb1 posts more, I wanted to post &team. I promise to post a zb1 writing soon!! <3

Every day is a routine for you and harua. Every morning he always wakes up before you and sends you a message. Even if you wake up before him you make sure to not let him know so he sends the message as normal. Today was one of those days. You sat up on your bed awaiting the sweet message from your boyfriend. You see the bubbles disappear as a message pops up. “Good morning y/n! How did you sleep? I hope you slept well. I know I did! I had a dream about you love! We were older and had a happy family, I hope we can make that come true one day! Although as long as I’m with you I’ll always be happy. You make me feel thing I’ve never felt before. Something I thought I would never feel about someone. You make me feel loved and wanted. I hope it always stays that way. Do you think it will? If it doesn’t I’ll still love you no matter what!” You start typing away letting your mind take over your hands to type whatever comes to mind. “Morning Harua! I slept good, I fell asleep thinking about you so how could I not! One day we will have a happy family, I am sure of it! I promise I will always love you forever! I hope to make you feel loved and wanted for the rest of our lives. If I don’t then you can let me know and I will change!”

(Not proof read!)

[seobstarr]

went through 5 minutes of scrolling, finally finding a harua fic, getting excited cuz it’s named after my fave laufey song just to realize that it’s an angst with no comfort…SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

[lunicho]

ADDING TO WHAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT ON THE COMMENTS OF YOUR POST: i can so see his mouth open as he smiles showing his bunny teeth, and his pretty eyes all half lidded. sooo gone arching his back on the bed, whining so prettily while you make him tease himself twisting his own hand on the tip of his cock, and it only takes like two minutes to have him emptying himself all over both your hands 😩😩😩😩😩

i feel like i didn't express this correctly but my brain is literally fried from studying in english so yes sorry

we're talking abt the comments on this post btw!

tell me u want me dead without telling me u want me dead I'M GONNA SHSHDHDJJDKS he would never even fathom that he could get this sensitive and feel this good, he's just so innocent compared to you. i feel like anytime he's gonna cum he has such a hard time keeping his eyes open and like during sex in general that's why his eyelids are always so low. he wouldn't even be able to keep his head up to keep watching what you're doing cuz his body just gives up on him 😵‍💫 the moment you twist his hand on himself he's done for like he'd cum so so quickly :(