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peachdues · 8 months

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Heyy, so I was wondering if you could do the "I'm gonna fuck all memory of him out of your head" nsfw for Sanemi? ty and have a great day lovely 🥰

ONLY YOU

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA (NSFW)

PEACH'S 2.K MILESTONE EVENT

CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • FWB (maybe toxic?? Idk) • titty slapping • slightly mean Sanemi • creampies • mentions of toxic cheating ex-bf • getting folded in half like a lawn chair • I think I blacked out while writing this • not proofread in the slightest

“I told you when we started this not to expect anything from me,” you were surprised at the way your voice remained calm and steady, even though internally, you felt anything but. “You’ve no right to get jealous over me going to see him.”

Him being your ex-boyfriend, whose apartment you’d just left after spending the night. You knew it was a mistake; you’d known it the second you let the asshole lay you down on his couch and felt the hard press of his cock against your upper thigh as he kissed you with those lips that were so warm and familiar.

Your intentions had been pure when you’d gone over there to collect the last few of your belongings that neither of you had realized he’d still had until a good three months after your breakup. But then he’d offered you a glass of wine, and the two of you sat on his soft, plush sofa — the sofa that used to be yours, just like that apartment; just like him — and got to reminiscing about old times. And then he’d looked at you with those eyes, so sad and so full of regret at the way he’d thrown a three-year long relationship out the window like garbage for the sake of some one-night stand on a work trip with a woman whose name he couldn’t even remember, and you’d caved.

Because really, it felt nice to pretend like nothing had changed, and that he would rock your world and then order Chinese food so the two of you could cuddle and watch some dumb movie while you ate; just like old times.

But everything had changed, and that apparently included your post-sex ritual of takeout and TV, because the moment he’d finished spurting his pleasure onto the curve of your ass, he’d tossed you your discarded shirt and said he’d see you around.

You tried to pretend like the fact he’d used you for a quick fuck hadn’t stung, but you’d walked out of your old apartment still feeling a little bruised.

But you sure as fuck weren’t about to let the quietly fuming, white haired, abrasive, jackass standing in your new living room make you feel worse than you already did; no chance in hell.

Said jackass was really your long-time friend, Sanemi, who, for the past three months, had been at your disposal as you sought to satisfy your urge to be fucked absolutely senseless on a regular basis. The two of you had been friends since college, and had spent the better part of your adulthood ignoring the sexual tension which mounted between you the more time you spent together, huddled away in the dingy corners of your university’s library to study, or late night dining hall runs when neither of you could sleep.

You’d kept in touch for a time, even after you started dating your ex, but admittedly, you hadn’t been the most exemplary friend to the hothead with the heart of gold.

But then, you’d found yourself single and alone in a brand new apartment with nothing but a pile of moving boxes full of memories youndidnt want to revisit and a mattress on the floor. So instead of unpacking, you choose to reach for your phone to shoot a text to your old college friend.

Sanemi agreed to meet up for coffee within minutes of you messaging him. Within a matter of hours, you found yourself back at your new home, face pressed down into your mattress and your ass in the air as you let yourself forget that there was a world beyond the feeling of Sanemi’s cock ramming into your desperate, sopping core.

Only after you’d been thoroughly filled by his cock and cum were you able to form a coherent thought, and so, you’d propositioned him with an offer for a friends with benefits situation — on the sole condition that no one caught feelings.

Sanemi hadn’t hesitated in agreeing, sealing the deal with a rough yet intoxicating kiss as he hooked both of your legs over his shoulders and took you again until you passed out from exhaustion.

Things had been running smoothly, with both of you holding up your end of the bargain — until a few weeks ago, when you’d casually mentioned that you were texting your ex again and Sanemi’s mood had soured considerably.

Not that his apparent jealousy had tempered him when it came time to reduce you to a sobbing, trembling mess beneath him — if anything, he seemed more committed to blowing your mind and back each time the two of you met up.

But you’d blown him off in favor of going to your ex’s only to end up leaving feeling emptier than ever. Only now, you somehow felt lower because beneath the judgmental irritation in his pretty, lavender eyes, Sanemi looked hurt.

“I don’t,” he said tightly, his arms folded tightly across his chest, those mouthwatering biceps rippling slightly. “I just don’t like getting ghosted without so much as a courtesy text.”

You winced, realizing that, in your haste to see your ex, you’d indeed forgotten to tell Sanemi not to bother stopping by. But you were feeling vulnerable and truthfully, you just wanted him to stop looking at you like a kicked puppy. Because, though it pained you to admit it, it broke your heart a little.

Perhaps Sanemi wasn’t the only one who was catching feelings.

But you weren’t about to admit any of that, and so you only mirrored his stance, crossing your arms and jutting your hip out, cocking your head at him. “Oh yeah? Then you won’t mind if your services aren’t needed tonight?” Guilt settled heavy in your gut like a stone as Sanemi deflated slightly at your jab.

That guilt wasn’t enough for you to resist taunting him a bit. “Because I’ve had all about I can handle for the day,”

Sanemi took the bait.

“I find that hard to believe,” he scoffed, his eyes running sensually over you as you stood there, defiantly glaring at him. “‘Cuz you’re not satisfied until you’re damn near passed out,”

He sauntered over to you until the heat rippling off his body threatened to burn you, too. A jolt of electricity shot down your spine as he leaned in close, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispered, “And babydoll, you’re still standing.”

Without warning, Sanemi’s arm shot out and wound around your waist, hauling you flush against him, your noses nearly bumping together. Your eyes fluttered shut at the gentle caress of his warm breath against your lips, awaiting one of his needy, bruising kisses of which you often found yourself daydreaming about.

But a kiss did not come; rather, Sanemi only spoke a promise that sent chills rippling over your skin and unleashed a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

“I’m going to fuck all memory of him right outta your pretty little head.”

Unsurprisingly, Sanemi made good on his word; for not twenty minutes later, you found yourself draped over the back of your sofa, the silvery-blonde fucking you so deeply, you weren’t sure you even remembered your own name, even if you somehow still knew his.

The edge of your couch dug uncomfortably into the small of your back, and idly you wondered whether the force with which Sanemi was pounding into you would cause your spine to snap clean in half. If it did, you probably wouldn’t care; not when Sanemi had one of your legs lay flush against his torso, and the other wrapped tightly around his hips to desperately clinging on for dear life as his cock bullied in and out of your dripping cunt.

A warm, calloused hand teasingly traced up your stomach until it came to your breast, squeezing harshly as Sanemi savored how it jiggled beneath his palm with every bruising thrust of his hips against yours. Your eyes rolled back as Sanemi slapped the plush mound lightly around your nipple, a breathy moan falling from your lips as your walls clenched tighter around him.

“Fuck baby, you like that?” Sanemi’s gravelly voice called you back down to earth as his hand repeated the action on your other tit, a whine tearing from your throat. He chuckled at the way your cunt grew sloppier with every repeated smack against your chest. “Naughty girl.”

Sanemi’s lips latched around your stiffened nipple as his hand rose to pinch and roll the other between his fingers, the pace of his hips never faltering. “Tell me — fuck — sweetheart,” he ground out against your skin. “Did he make your pussy this fucking sloppy?”

As though to emphasize his point, Sanemi swiveled his hips harshly against yours, repeating the move over and over until your living room was filled with nothing but the sounds of your whimpers and the lewd squelching of your cunt.

“N-no,” you managed to stammer out, fingers digging harshly into his hair as Sanemi’s mouth sloppily danced to the valley between your breasts. He seemed please with this answer, as his other hand worked between your sweat-slicked bodies to work furiously at your clit.

“That’s right,” he growled. Sanemi pulled off you in favor of standing up, his cock reaching a spot even deeper within you as his thrusts grew sloppy. His grunts began to be tempered by a slight whine as he drew closer and closer to his climax, his thumb rubbing steady circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs.

With a slight graze of his nail against your clit, you came apart around him with a scream, back arching impossibly higher as you howled his name. Sanemi rode you through the waves of your pleasure, the heavy smack of his balls against the underside of your ass guiding you back down to reality as you realized you still weren’t satisfied — you wouldn’t be, not until you felt him spill inside you only for him to fuck his seed right back into you.

“Sanemi,” you whined, your hands grabbing blindly for him, desperate to bring him closer.

Sanemi chuckled under his breath. “I know what you need, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’m gonna give it to you.”

His hands were surprisingly gentle as it lowered the leg you had hooked over his shoulder and unlatched the other from around his waist. He tugged you forward slightly over the edge of the couch, bending your legs at the knees and pressing them back against your sides.

He was buried deep within you now, the new angle allowing the blunt tip of his cock to press against that one spot that made your toes curl, again and again. As your whimpers devolved into cries of overstimulated pleasure, Sanemi leaned down close to your face, his lips teasingly grazing yours as his pace quickened.

“And did you let him cum in your sweet little pussy, baby?” The look in his eyes almost would have been cruel, but it was undercut by the faintest trace of insecurity. “Do I have to fuck that out of you, too?”

But you were so lost in the post-orgasm haze that you did not answer; at least, not until Sanemi slowed the relentless pistoning of his cock into your spent cunt, and the resulting friction became intolerable.

“I asked you a question, princess.” Sanemi said mockingly, ducking his head to graze your throat with his lips, before giving a mighty thrust of his hips, as you cried out. “Answer me. Did he cum in you?”

“N-no!” Your answer was choked off with a hitched gasp as Sanemi resumed his previous pace, intent on reaching his end and giving you what you both wanted — your cunt, stuffed to the brim with him.

“Only you, Sanemi,” you blubbered, tears of pleasure and pain gathering in your eyes as your arms tightened around his shoulders, clinging onto him like he was salvation’s incarnate. “Only you get to cum in this pussy!”

Sanemi’s groans turned to low growls as his hips snapped against yours, the coil in his gut tightening as you continued to babble, only you only you only you only -

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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A Couple Days In (I Call You Baby)

Modern!Steve Harrington x fem!reader [6.8K] 18+ the two night stand au no one asked for, or, the fic where you meet steve on a dating app and then a snowstorm ensures you can't sneak out the next morning. PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Being single was becoming boring.

Boring in the way that seeing your friends in love and having fun in a way that you weren’t was starting to hurt. A full ache, settling in your chest until it bore a hole there and stayed, taking up space where the heartbreak used to live.

You weren’t heartbroken. Not anymore. You were less sad, less angry. You were bored. And almost always perpetually turned on. You didn’t want love, you certainly didn’t want another relationship but you were at the stage of feeling that yearning pull when you watched a romcom on your sofa, slumped against your roommate with a frown on your lips.

“I think I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be touched,” you said mournfully, your gaze fixed in the way Patrick Swayze’s hand trailed down Jennifer Grey’s side.

“Babe, this is rated a fifteen,” Robin snorted in reply but she ran a hand over your hair anyway. “It’s that bad huh?” She grinned when you whined at the screen, watching with wide eyes as Johnny Castle took off Baby’s shirt.

You sat up, taking the blanket with you and Robin huffed, dragging her half back. There was an empty bottle of red wine on the table, Chinese takeout cartons and a mess of charging cables, your laptop, Robin’s cell phone.

“I just want some fun,” you grumbled. “Nothing serious, just— just someone to fool around with.”

“You want a fuck buddy?” Robin grinned salacious, the movie forgotten as she turned to face you, leaning against the arm of the couch. “Should I go through my Instagram? Give you the name of every boy I know?”

“You know like, seven boys,” you scoffed but Robin reached for her phone anyway. “And no, god, no fuck buddies. Even that’s too much commitment.”

She laughed and pressed a foot to your thigh, the touch familiar and friendly. “Shit, are you actually considering a hook up?”

You squirmed, too warm.

“You are!” Robin squealed, “wow. I never thought I’d see the day. Little miss relationship just wants a one night stand, a fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em kinda—”

“Robin,” you groaned, hands rubbing at your face because the idea of it was so out of your wheelhouse that it was comical. But then Patrick Swayze started crawling across the floor on your TV screen. You paused, frowning. “Fuck, is that bad? Is it bad if I want that?”

Robin scoffed, leaning over to grab the bowl of popcorn you’d both forgotten about. “What? Dude, no. Of course not!” Her voice turned softer, kinder. “You can do whatever you want to do. You deserve to have some fun.”

“I don’t know how to,” you whispered and your chest felt tight again, like that well of boredom was filing again, spilling over with sadness and heartache. You hated it.

“What, have fun?”

You frowned. “No - well, maybe - no, how to hook up with someone.” You chewed at your lip, confused and panicking despite the fact you were still firmly seated in yours and Robin’s apartment. “Do I just walk into a bar? Pick a guy and ask him if he wants to come home with me?”

Robin spluttered out a laugh, gasping into her wine glass and she looked at you over the rim of it, eyes filled with humour. “Jesus, if you do, can you make sure I’m there to watch it happen?”

You set her with a withering stare, pulling the blanket up to your chest and gazing back at the TV, wistful. You sighed, resigning yourself to the fact that you most definitely couldn’t march into a bar and claim a prize for the night, no matter how many glasses of wine you’d nursed. Robin seemed to understand this, because she nudged you again, a socked foot poking at your knee.

“You could always try online dating,” she told you mildly.

You scrunched your nose, not taking your eyes off of the way Johnny Castle was thrusting his hips. “Ew,” you replied, voice flat. “Like tinder? Nancy told me I’d never be desperate enough for tinder.”

Robin snorted at the mention of her prim and proper girlfriend but she shook her head anyway. “Nah, go old school with it. Try a website or something, one that doesn’t rely on a carousel of shirtless photos and men holding up either a fish or a puppy in their profile.”

You laughed, draining the last of your wine as you eyed your friend, liking the way the buzz lingered over your tongue, your head. "I bet this would be easier if I were gay,” you replied mournfully.

Robin cooed, making a soft noise that definitely wasn’t a protest and she grinned. “You’d definitely be Nance and I’s third,” she poked at your cheek, smirked when you bit at it and rolled your eyes.

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Robin left the apartment the next night with her good boots on, a smudge of blush on her cheeks and sad eyes. She stood at the door with her coat on, fussing with her bag as she tried for the twentieth time to wheedle you into going out with her. Guilt laced the small apartment, something that made your chest ache, but you tried not to let it show on your face.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come out with us? It’s Saturday,” Robin coaxed, “we can all get dinner, some drinks, go dancing…”

“Robs, I’m not crashing your date night with your girlfriend,” you told her again. “Go. I’m fine.”

The girl frowned, checking her hair one last time in the mirror, ‘cause she’d tried to curl it and you’d heard her cursing from the bathroom. “You know my girlfriend,” she replied, as if that was enough of a reason for you to join them. “Nance won’t mind.”

You smiled, a little sad, although you tried hard to make your eyes match your lips. You gestured to the TV, the soft blanket you’d pulled from your bedroom, the new bottle of wine on the coffee table. “Go,” you repeated again, this time more sternly. “I’m good. I’m great, in fact. I’ve got all the good ones.” You pointed to the lineup of films on your Netflix list, each cover showing off a different type of Hollywood boy of the month.

“Top Gun?” Robin snorted, “that’s not even the new one, babe.”

You sniffed, mildly offended. “Young Tom Cruise has a certain je ne sai quois, alright?”

Robin held her hands up, giving in. She smiled and backed towards the door. “Whatever does it for you. I’ve got my keys, ‘kay? Don’t wait up.”

“I won’t,” you called back, already hitting play on the movie. “Have fun!”

It took two glasses of rosé before you grabbed your phone, face feeling flushed, lips chewed to bits after you sat through scene after scene of handsome men, your mind wandering, your fingers drawing absentminded circles over your stomach, hand underneath your t-shirt. You groaned under your breath as you typed some buzz words into Google, hoping for a website that didn’t sound too terrifying, one that didn’t conjure up images of finding the love of your life, or a husband, one that left out religious words, ones that sounded too cult-like.

You hit the fifth result and quickly made a profile, one eye screwed shut in fear as you uploaded a photo, entering all the details they tried to glean from you, making it as vague as you possibly could. You hit submit, stared wide eyed at the loading screen and then within a blink, your own picture was staring back at you, one Robin had taken last year when you had very much been in a relationship. You were alone in it, in some corner of a party, the lights low, the shadows showing off the way your eyeshadow glittered, your lips a little glossy, your skirt short.

You looked pretty, not too sweet, not too boring.

Immediately, requests flooded in. Anonymous looking profiles with no photographs, empty descriptions and usernames like: ‘pu$$yworshipper69’ and ‘callmedaddy1982’.

You wrinkled your nose in disappointment, hitting delete on the messages that spammed your inbox, requests for feet pics, men wondering if you had more photos of your tits, bots that wanted to know if you were looking for love and, could you send your social security number?

Defeat was bitter on your tongue and you sighed, exiting out of your inbox only to be greeted with a new page that displayed singles in your area. One photo caught your interest, a boy with wild hair, kind brown eyes and a smile that seemed genuine. He wore a red shirt over a white tee, tanned in the setting sun, sitting on a beach and looking pretty.

You clicked, the movie forgotten but the glass of wine lingering at your lips as you scrolled through his page, eyes flicking over details of his likes and dislikes, his age, his job. His name.

Steve Harrington. Living in Hawkins, Indiana. You swallowed, wine glass left on the coffee table as you curled into the sofa and brought your phone closer to your nose. He had more photos in his gallery, all seemingly taken by someone else instead of the usual topless selfies that had bombard you at first.

The boy and some other people - friends, you assumed - swimming in a lake in the sun, smiles brighter than the sky. Steve outside, sunglasses covering his eyes and dressed in an old faded band tee. He looked like he’d smell nice, like he’d give good hugs. Another, the last one, where the boy was shirtless. But someone else had taken it as he stood at the edge of a lake again, smiling like he’d been caught off guard.

You hit the button at the top of his profile, the one that said: “send a message.”

A new page popped up, a little chat box that was intimidatingly empty and you stilled, staring at it. What did you say? How did you begin?

‘Hey, I’ve looked at precisely five photos of you and I know you work at some video store and I think you’re hot. Wanna have sex?’

You cringed, eyes squeezing shut as you quickly deleted the words, groaning at the empty space once more. You remembered what Robin had said, about how wanting to hook up with someone was okay. Loads of people did it. It was fine.

It was fine.

@INDIANAGIRL: Hey, how’s it going?

The response took a minute or two, but the wait was agonising, time stretching too slow. A speech bubble appeared on the screen, a sign that pretty boy was replying.

@HARRINGTON98: hi.. i can't lie, it's going a lot better now. you're really pretty. you sure you clicked on the right profile?

You snorted, trying to remain unaffected by the harmless flirting. But a smile pulled at your lips and you pushed yourself further into the cushions, knees bent and phone resting close. You took a breath and typed back.

@INDIANAGIRL: Ooh, self deprecating and daddy issues? You’re lucky you’re cute.

You stilled, letting out a groan that you smothered with a pillow after you hit send, ‘cause you were never this forward and it made your insides curl around each other, your heart beat too fast for you to keep up with it.

There was a pause before his reply and you breathed out a sigh of relief at the little bubble of text.

@HARRINGTON98: haha, what can I say, I’m a catch. honoured to know that you actually took the time to read my profile though.

@HARRINGTON98: so, apart from your friends and the bottle of wine persuading you, what’re you doing on this on a saturday night?

You smiled, knowing he’d taken the time to read through your page too, as short as your answers were. You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, nails tapping on your phone screen as you tried to think of the best way to reply.

@INDIANAGIRL: Like you said, it’s a Saturday night. I’m definitely not here looking for love, if that answers your question. But I’m free, if you are?

You held your breath, waiting, eyes wide as the bubble appeared again, three dots dancing across your screen. It stopped, disappeared and started again.

@HARRINGTON98: cool. do you wanna get drinks or something?

@HARRINGTON98: it’s no pressure if you don’t. i’ve never done this before? can you tell? but we could hang out. if you wanted.

You smiled when the second message came through almost immediately after the first. The boy’s obvious nerves settled your own and there was a sense of familiarity in his words, his ramblings.

It made you feel bolder.

You typed quickly, as if tapping out the letters faster made it easier to send. You looked around your shared apartment, at Robin’s half open bedroom door. She’d be back in a few hours, maybe less, with Nancy in tow and they’d take up residence on the sofa, Netflix on and another bottle of wine opened.

@INDIANAGIRL: Neither have I but, we could skip the bar? Maybe hang at yours.

Oh my god, you thought to yourself. I’m going to get murdered. This is how people end up murdered. Karen and Georgia would be so disappointed. And then:

@HARRINGTON98: 82 rowan street, BLDG A, unit 26

@INDIANAGIRL: Wow, you’re eager.

@HARRINGTON98: like I said, you’re really fucking pretty

Your heart thundered.

@INDIANAGIRL: Wait!

@INDIANAGIRL: Can we FaceTime or something? Before?

@INDIANAGIRL: So I know you’re not a murderer. Or 80. Or both.

You panicked then, realising what was happening, eyes scanning over the address this Steve Harrington had sent. It wasn’t too far from you, a subway ride out of the city and maybe a ten minute walk at best. You chewed your lip, cheeks burning as you scanned back through his photos. Cute smile, kind eyes, hair you wanted to pull on.

Your phone buzzed and you swore. A cell number, a smiley face.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” you chanted to yourself as you typed the digits into the FaceTime app, stopping with a curse when the front camera showed your wide eyes and couch mussed hair.

You flung the phone onto the cushions, jumping up so you could straighten out your sweater, smoothing down the flyaway strands that stuck to your forehead. You caught sight of one of Robin’s lip balms on the table, swiped some over your lips and you dabbed a little on your cheeks for good measure.

Taking a deep breath, you picked up the phone again and hit the call button. Maybe the boy was panicking too, maybe he’d backed out, maybe he was standing in front of a mirror as well, swiping hand through his hair and checking his shirt for stains ‘cause it rang and rang and rang.

Then, he picked up. Fuck.

@Harrington98 wasn’t eighty years old. In fact, he looked exactly like his photos. He was really pretty. Really, really pretty. Jesus Christ.

Tanned skin, brown eyes, wild hair, freckles scattered across his cheeks and jawline, creeping down to disappear under his shirt. He had the nicest lips you’d seen on a boy, pink, soft looking, smiling at you.

“Uh, hey!” The boy greeted brightly, “I'm here for the murder test? Have I passed?”

You grinned, laughing a little nervously as you tucked your hair behind your ear and cleared your throat. “I mean, I haven’t seen your place yet. Any red string boards on the walls? Black and white photos of the same person? Jars of body parts in the fridge?”

He laughed, a nice sound, soft and throaty and warm. “Nah, nah,” the boy shook his head, his smile playful, brows furrowed. “Not in the fridge. The freezer, however…”

You watched the screen as he trailed off, smiling still, looking soft and too handsome in a plain, white T-shirt. “So. I’m Steve. S’nice to meet you.” He lifted a hand, endearing and only a little awkward, waving at you through the phone.

You waved back, fingers wiggling. “Hi,” you felt shy, nervous. Flustered. You told Steve your name, smiling when he repeated it, trying it out on his tongue and it sounded a lot nicer on his lips than yours.

“So, this is my place,” Steve announced, spinning his phone around to show you the apartment. It looked loved in, boyish, some old movie posters on the walls in frames, a clock that was showing the wrong time, exposed brick and a big leather couch. “There’s no bodies to be seen, but that’s ‘cause they’re under the floorboards. Obviously.” He turned the camera back to himself, eyes glittering, smile full of trouble.

“Obviously,” you agreed, grinning, ‘cause it was hard not to. Not when he looked like that. “So shall I, um, bring anything with me or?”

You didn’t know hookup etiquette. Did you bring beers? Condoms? Your own pillow? Would you stay? Would he want you to leave? What if you couldn’t get a train back into the city if he kicked you out at three am?

God, would he kick you out at three am?

Steve glanced down at his watch and smiled sheepishly. “Uh, well. It’s almost eleven at night so I’m gonna guess you’ve had dinner. But I have some buds in the fridge, if you like beer.”

He said it like a secret, like you were both still skirting around the edge of the truth. But he looked down the camera at you with the right amount of flirt and confidence that let you know that he knew what you both wanted out of tonight.

It wasn’t dinner. It wasn’t a date. It was just sex. And that was okay with the both of you.

You nodded, fingers skimming across your lip out of nerves, out of curiosity, staring at the boy’s own mouth and wondering if he’d be nice to kiss. He looked like he would. You’d not kissed someone new in so long.

Years.

Fuck.

“Okay, yeah, great!” You said it too brightly and you winced. “I’ll uh, I’ll probably be there in like, half an hour?”

Steve smiled and nodded, told you to call him if you needed directions but you waved him off, noncommittal, too busy wondering if you needed to shave your legs and I’d you’d be able to find your last good pair of black underwear.

This was the part of the bad rom com movie where an early 2000’s pop punk song would play over a montage of you tearing the apartment apart as you tried to get ready. But Blink 182 didn’t start playing and instead, you could only hear the sound of your heart thudding in your chest.

So when you hung up the phone, you launched it onto the table, almost sliding past the bathroom door as you ran to it, shedding off your comfy clothes as you went. You took the worlds fastest shower, ran your razor over all the parts you declared not smooth enough and drowned yourself in peach scented body wash.

Deciding what to wear was difficult, ‘cause dresses were easier to take off but it was below zero outside and you weren’t fucking around with tights and extra socks. So you stole a pair of Robin’s jeans, ankles tripping over the hem of them as you struggled to pull them on at the same time you yanked a brush through your hair. Some concealer, a smudge of blush, mascara, more lip balm and you grabbed your bag on the way to the door, keys and phone in hand as you texted the group chat.

‘82 rowan street, BLDG A, unit 26. I’m about to get dicked down. I think. Don’t wait up. But call the cops if I’m not home in the morning. Do I bring a gift to a hook up?’

Your phone pinged once, twice, three times.

#1 gay friend: ‘bitch, what the fuck?’

gay friend’s girlfriend: ‘Babe, no. No gifts. Be safe though. Do you know this guy? Do we know this guy? Share your location rn.’

eduardo: ‘GEDDIT’

You sighed but did as Nancy asked, not bothering with a real reply but sending the link to find your iPhone. Your hands shook as you swiped your metro card and you weren’t sure if it was from the cold or nerves. Did you spray perfume? You couldn’t remember. But you were wearing your best bra, the one that made your tits sit up pretty but god, the wire was pressing into your ribs.

And when you got out into the streets, out of the city where it was quieter and the sky held more stars, you revelled in the cold and the silence of it all. The world seemed lighter, a little rosy, in that way that only snow in the night could mean but the roads were still clear and the threat of it seemed weak.

Still, you hurried, arms crossed to your chest, chin tucked into your coat as you followed the directions your phone gave you, Steve’s address a bright red pin on the map, a neon beacon, a big, fat booty call.

His building came into view after a walk through a quiet Main Street, past the line of spruce trees and locked up businesses, a sweet town hall, a trailer park that vibrated with the hum of generators. The roads led you away from the middle of Hawkins, the map telling you which left and which right until an apartment block rose up between the parks and cafes, new looking and with shiny buzzers at the front door.

You wondered if you should text him. You wondered if you should go home. You blew out a breath, a shaky one, watched how it lingered and froze in the air in front of you and before you could stop yourself, your finger was pressing the button for number twenty six.

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Steve Harrington’s apartment door had an alarm. It was loud and shrill and incessant - and it completely ruined your escape plan.

There was a quiet countdown as you wrestled with the front door lock, keys jingling, chain clinking and then a beepbeepbeep begun, counting down like a ticking time bomb until it blared through the rest of the apartment. You’d managed to make it back into the bed in time, just as Steve jerked awake, shirtless and messy haired.

“Wha—?” He grabbed a bat from the side of his bed and stumbled out the bedroom door, still half asleep. And when he seemed confident no one was breaking in, he dropped the bat and fell back into the bed with a soft thwack as his face hit the pillow. “Mornin’.”

You startled, still on edge, ‘cause the night before was… fine, but you hadn’t meant to stay the night. That wasn’t the plan, that wasn’t the idea. You were lying with your coat on, wide eyed with the duvet up to your chin and you yawned, all over exaggerated drama as you stretched out.

“Oh, good morning,” your voice was too quiet. You felt nervous all over again. “Did your alarm go off? Weird. Well, I guess I should head home.”

You were already out of bed before you’d finished talking and Steve sat up, eyebrow quirked as he took in the way you were already fully dressed, searching for your shoes.

“Did you sleep with your jacket on?”

“I got cold,” you lied.

He snorted, easing himself back into the sheets and he watched you with careful eyes. Steve was just as pretty in the morning as he was in the dark. “Right. Do you always leave your hookups this quick?”

You turned, frowning at the obvious amusement in his voice. “I told you last night,” you reminded him. “I haven’t done this before.” The reminder of your lack of experience made your skin itch, heat flushing over your chest.

The sex had been okay. Nice. It was good. Nothing mind blowing, but who was expecting that from a stranger they just met? And yeah, maybe you had to fake it, ‘cause you’d been on the edge of coming so many times that eventually it refused to return. Steve had spilled into a condom, tied it off and chucked in the trash and fallen asleep before you’d come back from peeing.

Maybe you just weren’t cut out for one night stands. Maybe that was the problem.

Steve laughed again and it wasn’t unkind, but it still set your teeth on edge. You shoved your foot into your boot and straightened up, staring at him. “What?” He laughed again, “c’mon, you’re fully dressed and tryin’ to sneak out my apartment before it’s even time to have breakfast. You have your escape plan down pat, I respect that.”

Again, you bristled. “Um, no, I clearly don’t,” you huffed out a laugh but there wasn’t any humour in it. You gestured to the front door down the hall, still closed and locked. “I told you. This is my first time doing— this.” You saved vaguely at him and the bed.

Steve sighed and got out of bed, a small smile playing on his lips that were still a little swollen and red from where you’d bit and kissed them the night before. He pulled on a shirt, shrugged and padded barefoot to the hallway.

“Listen, s’nothin’ to be ashamed of,” he drawled, leading you to the front door where he punched in the code to switch off the alarm. “Girls get horny too, everyone has needs. I, for one, have absolutely no problem with a girl that knows what she wants and if that’s all you’re after then—”

“Oh my god,” you scoffed at him, lips parted, eyes wide. Suddenly escaping the apartment wasn’t as high on your list of concerns as before. “You’re totally slut shaming me!”

Steve looked at you, bewildered, face scrunched up. “What? No I’m not!”

“You are!”

“No, I’m not!” He shot back. His hand left the chain on the door, your departure forgotten about. “I’m jus’ sayin’, that it’s totally okay for you to, you know, wanna get your rocks off.”

You spluttered, incredulous. “Okay, one: rocks off? What is this, 1986? And two, I know it’s okay for me to wanna have sex with a complete stranger! I don’t need a man to confirm that for me.”

The boy stared, lips parted and a look of genuine confusion overtaking his pretty features. He grimaced and then waved a hand at you, an unfortunately dismissive gesture that had your back up even further. You set your shoulders.

“No, no, look,” he explained. “You’re taking this the totally wrong way.”

“Oh I am?” You grinned, sharklike, edging closer for a fight. He still smelled like last night's cologne, like your perfume and sex. “Want to tell me how I should be taking it? Wanna explain it to me?”

Steve narrowed his eyes, lips lifting, a sardonic kind of smile that made your heart race too fast. “That feels like a trap.”

“Wow, ten points for the smart guy,” you snarked. “If only you were as patient as you were clever.” You jostled around him, a hand on the door.

“What does that mean?” Steve snapped, the door clicking shut as he leaned his weight onto it, too close to you, staring down as you gazed up, chin lifted, still defiant. “Patient about what?”

You laughed, humourless and mean, ‘cause you just wanted to go home. You raised your brows, still giving the handle a jiggle despite the way Steve blocked your exit, frowning. “Yeah, okay jackhammer,” you grinned, “maybe give a girl some time to try and come before you seal the deal and pass out.”

Steve gaped at you, offended and full of shock, and you felt a little bit guilty. Sure, you hadn’t come, but only ‘cause of a timing issue, not a skill issue. But still—

“Yeah? You wanna play it like that?” Steve shot back, pushing off of the door so he could stomp into the kitchen. He rattled in his cupboards, pulling out a coffee mug that he slammed on the worktop. “What about you? Huh? Lights off, shedding all your clothes like a damn snake person and like, what’s with the whole—” he made a lewd motion with his fingers, mimicking rubbing at the air. “Way to make a guy feel benched, sweetheart. Got me fumblin’ around in the dark like a damn blind pig.”

You scoffed, eyes narrowing to slits, the door forgotten - again.

“Yeah, well, points for enthusiasm pig boy, maybe next time you’ll find some truffles.”

“Oh, fuck you, man.”

“Fuck you too!” You said it cheerily, despite the anger that made your throat and cheeks feel too hot, the sneer that was on your lips. “It was so nice to meet you Harrington98!” And with that, you left, door slamming shut so hard your hand vibrated, and something on Steve’s kitchen wall fell to the floor.

You heard him swear and you smiled, the most satisfied you’d felt.

The stairwell was freezing as you stomped down it, more frigid than the night before. All you could think about was your own bed, that didn’t smell like a pretty boy with a bad attitude, where your sheets were softer and you could watch reruns of Schitt’s Creek until you forgot Steve Harrington’s name. You were never doing this again. In fact, you were deleting the damn app.

You scowled, rooting around your handbag for your phone, huffing when your screen stayed back, no matter how many times you tapped angrily at it. You could only imagine the texts and missed calls that would be waiting on it for you, the shrieks that would greet you when you finally got home. You hoped Nancy had made waffles. Or pancakes - Nancy made good pancakes.

And as you were trapped in a daydream about strawberries mixed in sugar, maple syrup and cream, you shoved your shoulder mindlessly against the front door of the apartment block, wincing when it didn’t give under your weight. You frowned, trying again, both hands shoving at the wood. It budged, just a little, leaving enough of a gap for you to see the whiteout that was on the other side of it.

You made a sound of indignation, shock making your mouth fall open and you peered out through the gap.

No. No, no, no, no.

Snow crept up the door like an icy landslide, covering almost half of it, the rest of the parking lot covered in what you deemed to be a couple of feet of snow. Cars were half hidden and the sky was white, blending into the ground, a blank landscape that was just barely broken up by the still falling snow. The flakes were thick and heavy, dropping down over the town with an urgency rhat told you this wasn’t letting up anytime soon.

Fuck.

“—dude, I’m telling you, it was like falling asleep next to a princess and waking up to a raging dragon. She was like stupid hot and all, but then she started yelling at me? And I don’t know what I’d apparently done but… Jonathan, I’m gonna have to call you back.”

Steve stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking handsome and awfully guilty as he pulled his phone from his ear and ended the call he was on. He cleared his throat and tried to avoid the narrow eyed stare you were sending him, clutching the basket of dirty clothes he was seemingly talking to the laundry room.

“You’re still here,” he noted and his voice was overly casual. “Interesting.”

“I can’t leave,” you replied, sounding as frosty as the weather outside. “Snowstorm. Can’t get the door open.”

“What?” Steve scoffed and shoved the basket into your hands. You tutted, moving out of his way when he jostled into your space. “You’re just not doing it right.”

You made a face, disgruntled and tried not to stare at the way the boy’s arms flexed with muscle when he strained at the door. You huffed out a laugh, smug, when it still didn’t move.

“What was that?” You smirked, more haughty that you would like to admit. “You’re not doing it right, Steve.”

The boy smiled sarcastically, narrowed eyes and annoyance on his features. He took his basket from you and tutted. “Well. Good luck.” And then he walked away.

“You’re kidding me?!” You were almost yelling, the sound making the boy stop and turn. “You’re not just gonna leave me here, it’s like the North Pole out there, I could be here for days.”

“That seems dramatic.” Steve walked back to you, too close, his laundry basket pressed between you. He made a show of thinking it over, lips twisted, humming. “So, what? You wanna come back to mine, is that it?”

You glared at him. “Unless you want me to sit in the freezing cold hall, I don’t have any other choice.”

“You called me pig boy,” he reminded you. He was smiling. He was enjoying this. “Among other names. You’re mean, sweetheart. Why should I help you?”

You resisted the urge to smack at his shoulder, bringing your hands to your lips in a prayer position as you took a deep breath and counted to three. Smiling - albeit tightly - you took your time to also remind him: “you were literally inside of me six hours ago.”

So you found yourself back in Steve’s apartment, grudgingly, and with nowhere else to go. You rolled your eyes when he brushed past you as you stood by the door, aimless and wishing you could be anywhere else. You showed him your phone with it’s blank screen.

“You got a charger?”

Steve pointed to a cable that was plugged in by the couch and he ignored you as you moved through the living room. He clicked on the TV, groaning when he landed on the news and saw live footage of the city, the streets covered in marshmallow soft looking snow, untouched, ‘cause nobody could get out of their damn home. The train lines were empty, the streets deserted, and the local weatherman Richard Raines was standing in a blizzard, yelling at the camera.

“Well, folks, I hope you’ve got enough food and someone to keep you warm at night, because this snowstorm isn’t done yet!”

Steve groaned at the same time you did.

“We’ve got more arctic winds pushing in from the east and we’re expecting more snow over the coming days. Stay home, stay safe and keep warm! We’ll do our best to update you as more news comes in from across the State. I’m Richard Raines, live from Indi—”

The TV screen blinked and blacked out as Steve chucked the remote on the couch, letting himself slump down after it. Still, you stood, coat and shoes still on, bag still over your shoulder like you had somewhere to be.

“Make yourself at home, I guess,” Steve muttered, waving a hand at the armchair across from him. “Fuck knows when you’ll get to go your own.”

Hell. You were in hell.

“Okay. Right. I guess… shit.” You fell down onto the armchair, head in your hands and bag clattering to the floor by your feet. Your phone was still dead, charging slowly. “I need to tell my friend where I am. She’ll be worried.” You chewed at your lip and imagined Robin, pacing the apartment, calling your cell and yelling at the voicemail.

“About the possibility of you being murdered? Or will she be devastated to know her bestie had bad sex?”

You scowled at the boy’s surly tone, hating that he still looked good as he said it. Sprawled out on his sofa, legs spread, cotton sweats low, his T-shirt covering broad shoulders and strong arms. His hair was still a riot, deliciously so and now that he’d opened his blinds, you could see the faint purple mark you must’ve sucked onto his neck. You flushed.

“I didn’t say it was bad,” you grumbled. “Just— shut up. If we’re going to be trapped in here, can we at least agree to pretend we didn’t sleep together? For sanity’s sake?”

Steve sighed, his expression unreadable, and he stood. Chucking his phone into your lap, you watched his face soften, if only just. “Sure we can, sweetheart. Call your friend, tell her you're safe.” And then he walked into the kitchen.

The next few hours went by in relative silence, the buzz of the TV, the whirr of Steve’s coffee machine, the two of you sitting on either end of his sofa. You’d given in and taken off your shoes and jacket after calling Robin, the girl only quietening down after she yelled about how she’d planned your funeral, her words cutting off into a hush when she realised you were still at your hook-ups house.

“Is he hot? Was the sex mind blowing? Oh my god, this is like, insane! Are you gonna have sex all day?”

You cut off her rambling with a noise of desperation, wary of Steve nearby. You promised you’d text her when your phone came to life, that you’d fill her in on the details when you got yourself home.

By noon, Steve asked if you were hungry, his voice a little hoarse from pointedly not speaking to you and you nodded, feeling awkward when he went to the kitchen and started clattering around. So you sheepishly followed, taking up residence on a stool at the breakfast bar. He opened his fridge and you both cringed at the lack of contents inside.

“D’you like ramen?” He asked instead, closing the door and heading for the cupboards instead. Steve pulled out two packets of instant noodles and shook them enticingly.

“I do,” you answered, sounding way too polite and proper, but you were starting to feel increasingly guilty about your anxiety led argument that morning. “Thank you,” you added.

He smiled and it seemed less forced than before. “S’not like I’m gonna let you starve.”

“I wouldn’t have blamed you if you did,” you replied quietly, and you met his gaze a little reluctantly. “I was kind of a bitch.”

Steve snorted but it wasn’t as mean as his laughter earlier. He dumped the noodles in a pot and winced when the hot water bubbles angrily at him. “Kind of?”

“I was a bitch,” you confirmed, nodding with pursed lips. “I shouldn’t have—”

“Look, I wasn’t exactly nice either,” Steve waved off whatever words you were going to say next. “I’m grumpy as fuck in the morning. And stupid, like, most of the time. I didn’t mean to imply that you were—”

He gestured vaguely, the words dying on his lips, ‘cause he was more awake now to know not to say it again.

“Slutty?” You said for him and Steve groaned before he realised you were grinning.

“No! No, yeah, well, fuck,” he laughed, self depreciating and low. “You’re not a slut. But if you are, good for you! You know? And I guess that would make me a slut too… so, shit, cheers to that.” He slid your bowl of noodles, hot and spicy smelling and he grinned when you clicked the offered chopsticks against his own.

“Cheers to that,” you agreed and it felt a little like a truce.

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Five hours later the snow was still falling and the sky had turned back into that dark pink-red that could only mean more to come. Steve had played through too many levels of Crash Bandicoot to count, laughing and throwing half hearted tips at you, because you were clearly a lost cause when it came to video games.

Switching from his Xbox back to the TV, you were both unsurprised to find Richard Raines back in front of Indianapolis City Hall, red nosed and standing in a flurry of white.

“Bunker down folks! This storm is here for the night! With another sixteen inches expected by eleven o’clock, we can all—”

The TV blanked out, Richard Raines cut off once again mid speech and Steve let his head fall back onto the couch cushions. There wasn’t much room between you both now, not nearly as much as there had been early in the afternoon and as you looked over at him, you were reminded of why you hooked up with him in the first place.

God, he was stupidly pretty.

He huffed out a tired sigh and pushed the gaming controller to the side, blinking before turning to look over at you, cheek pressed to the couch cushions. Steve was all floppy hair and honeyed eyes, five o’clock shadow and sharp cheekbones, a sharper jaw.

You regretted not kissing him more when you had the chance.

“Hey,” he murmured. “Wanna get high?”

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bellewintersroe · 8 months

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Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngingeer! Reader.

Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

Part 4 - here is the LINK to the previous part. Warnings: mentions of prior abuse, but I’m not going into detail, some swear words, Sebastian comforts Jen and he’s very open about how he values her and feels towards her. Basically Seb is just a huge softie. Taglist: @rainerax - comment if you wanna be added at all <;3

Shanghai, China, April 2013.

When I arrived in Shanghai for the Chinese Grand Prix I felt completely on edge. The last time I’d seen many of these people was after a drunken exchange with my ex boyfriend which left me with a slowly fading bruise to my left brow bone. My usual concealer had been layered over the mark and my caramel coloured hair had been pushed in front of my eye, just to add an extra concealment.

Despite the nerves and anxiety of coming back, I still did feel good. I was excited to be in China, it was overwhelmingly hot, a different kind to what it felt like in Europe, I avoided sweating at all costs by staying in the garages, doing my best to keep at work whilst the engineers outside worked hard to put together the last of the track and surrounding areas. My head set was on and I was extremely focused on the report from Mark’s car performance in Malaysia. So many numbers, so, so many numbers…

I was blind to the people around me. I had to remain so focused that I didn’t even realise when a blonde man was sat besides at me, smiling away whilst I squinted back to the vibrant of the computer screen. “2…3, 50 Kilo-” “Two, three, fifty?!” A voice startled me, I jumped back in my chair, hand simultaneously pushing back my headset as I raised my brows to see Sebastian sat in the chair besides me. I gasped audibly out loud as he snickered, waiting for my response. “Sebastian! Hi! I’m sorry, you shit me up!” I cursed, holding my hand to my chest. “Sorry.” He teased, moving forwards with his arms out. My heart was in my throat for a reason other than being startled, the fact he was here, right besides me after two whole weeks. “How are you?” I pressed a hand to the back of his shoulder, his warmth radiating through his fireproof shirt. “Very good, better if you replied to my text…” my voice hitched, my jaw was slack as I casted my mind all the way back to the taxi ride. “Oh my god, Sebastian!” Again, I gasped, rummaging for my phone. “Fuck, I was in the taxi. I’m so sorry, that’s so rude of me!” I fumbled but Sebastian just laughed putting a hand on mine to settle the clumsy movements.

“There you go breaking my heart again, Jennifer.” Seb dramatically sighed as I slumped slightly, watching back to him with an amused smirk. “Shut up.” I glanced back to my computer. “Maybe I didn’t reply to you for a reason.” I teased as he pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek. “Your feisty boyfriend had something to say about it?” He, again, smirked as I felt something pang in my upper stomach. Turning back to my laptop, I began awkwardly laughing. “Ex- boyfriend.”

“Oh.” Seb sounded like his breath was heavy as I gnawed on my bottom lip gently. “Yeah..” I inhaled through my teeth awkwardly. “I’m really sorry about how he acted in the club before we left. That was so embarrassing.” I cringed even thinking about it. “You don’t need to apologise.” Seb lowered his voice to a more serious tone, resting on the desk besides me as he played with his fingers, the two of us making eye contact again. My stomach was fluttering from a mixture of nerves and the fact his shoulder was brushing against my own.

“It wasn’t you that did anything. I think he was just threatened, after all. Are you surprised?” He then teased causing another smile to grow on my lips. I nudged into him, feeling him laugh and place a hand on my upper back briefly. “I hate you, Seb.” I joked.

“That’s not nice.” He pouted as I playfully rolled my eyes, nudging into him once more, just a little more lightly before I turned back to my computer screen with a smile. After a few more seconds, I could feel Seb’s gaze on me, and when his finger reached out to brush my hair away from my eye, I flinched back in response. “I’m clumsy when I’m drunk.” I pushed my hair back over my eye as Seb’s smile faded ever so slightly. “I know…” It seemed like he forced his lips to twitch back up again, but when he did I just pretended like nothing else had been noticed and got back to my work. On the inside I was screaming, my heart was pacing and I was for some reason worried he’d put the piece together of where the bruises actually came from.

An hour or so later I’d bumped into Hannah again, greeting her excitedly with a hug and kiss on the cheek. “It feels like ages since I’ve last seen you!” I giggled.

“I know! It feels like months! How are you?”

“Good thank you! And you?” “Good, good to be back! Your eye okay?” She frowned, nudging my hair back slightly. “Oh yeah, my nephew accidentally knocked it the other day. Looks worse than what it is.” The lie fell easily off my lips. “Is he young?” She smiled. “5, his sisters 1 and they’ve already got another on the way.” That wasn’t a lie, and bringing up my nephews and nieces was a good way to get out of any topic of conversation about anything uncomfortable. “Cute!” Hannah grinned as I turned to my right slightly, noticing Sebastian lingering. My smile faltered, putting two and two together. I’d told him something completely different about how I injured my face. Forcing another small smile, I was quick to spin back around to my computer, acting busier than ever as I continued to make random small talk with Hannah. I just prayed to god he wouldn’t bring it up or he’d forgot, and for the next few minutes I had gotten away with the little white lie. The thought played on my mind for the rest of the day. I knew Sebastian heard me loud and clear, so as soon at 5PM hit I was ready to get the hell out of there and back to my hotel room. “Hey, Jen! Are you coming out for food later?” James called out just as I got to the door. “Oh, sure, what time?!” The delay caused me to stumble clumsily forwards and two hands to grab my shoulders. Sebastian stood, steadying me. “Oh! Seb, sorry!” I giggled, gazing up to the man. His hair was covered with a RedBull cap and he for some reason was looking better than ever.

“That’s ok. Could I grab you for a minute?” His brows twitched slightly as I struggled to make eye contact. Fuck. He was going to bring it up. I knew he was. “Yeah, sure.” I breathlessly spoke, seeing him nod as he left a gentle hand on my upper back.

“Text me, James! I’ll be there.” I called back out to my fellow design engineer before heading out of the garages into the space between paddock and grid. “It’s coming together nice out here.” I nervously spoke, clutching my bag tightly over my shoulder.

“Yeah, it is.” Sebastian sighed from behind me as I pursed my lips anxiously. I felt like I was delaying the inevitable by walking two steps ahead of him, so I paused, turning to face him.

“What is it that you wanted to talk about?”

“I just…” Sebastian began with a frown. My heart began drumming against my ribs, “you know how much I care for you.” He began as I tightened my jaw, staring down to the ground.

“I just wanted to see if everything was ok.” He managed to blurt out as I stole a glimpse up to him again. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” I lightly asked as he let out a gentle sigh. “He shouldn’t lay a finger on you.” The German man finally spoke as I felt cheeks warm in embarrassment. “I heard him yelling at you, I’m sorry it’s none of my business, but- I-I know he’s done that to you. I should’ve followed you out.” I paused completely now, standing face to face with him. My heart crumbled at the regret on his voice, his brows were furrowed and he had a blue expression lingering over his features.

I inhaled to begin speaking, but the words fell flat again. “I’m sorry.” Sebastian muttered.

“You just… deserve better than that, somebody who would value you, I would value you.” The last sentence of his words, again, struck something deep inside of me.

“Seb-“ I began. “You don’t need to put up with that, I won’t allow it.”

“Seb, I’m- I’ve left him. Right after that night.” I voice was a little breathless and I did feel slightly uncomfortable talking about the topic.

There was a look of relief that covered his face, I offered him a gentle smile. “I would treat you how you deserve.” He then stated as I felt a little confused with his words. “And I would kill him for laying a finger on you.” He continued as I sucked in my bottom lip, gaze falling to the ground. Was he admitting something to me? Whatever it was it felt like the complete wrong timing, I hated myself for feeling a sense of happiness at what he was admitting.

“It’s okay.” I reassured, gazing back up to him. Sebastian again, had a saddened look on his face. “Let me take care of you.” He stepped forwards gently as my heart began fluttering. I couldn’t, something else washed over me, panic? Guilt? It was too early and I couldn’t believe I was about to say it- “I-I don’t need taking care of. I just need some time.” I explained as he gulped, nodding as he followed along with my words. What exactly was he trying to tell me?

“I’m sorry-”

“No, no I understand. Completely, Jen.” He rubbed at my arm as I offered him a sad kinda smile. He looked slightly deflated, and every time he’d glimpse at the bruise on my eye I could practically see his stomach churn in anger. “I do appreciate it though.” I slipped forwards, easily into his arm. The hug was the first major close contact I’d had with him, it felt so good. “You know I’d say yes I just need a little time.” I rubbed at his back, sighing into the contact as he grazed a hand down my hair. God, I’d needed this hug so badly. “I can give you all the time in the world…” Oh Sebastian, he was breaking my fragile heart…

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 26 days

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aita for making a thread on twt against an ex online teammate?

cw: suicide baiting, mentions of grooming, possible sexting, transphobia, mentions of NSFW but no outright specifics

i (15 f) had this friend, who well call aj (fake name) (18-19 ftm i believe) back in october of last year. for context we met in a quick match when i was 14 and he was 17-18 in a video game where i also met another friend, moto (fake alias) (14 f at the time, now 15). after a few matches where we would be randomly matched together he sent me the invite to his discord server and i joined. eventually as more people joined the server (at most there were 20 or more people in the server before its deletion, most of which were minors and we were around her 'adult' friends who were anywhere from 18-30)

we would talk alot (and aj would insert herself into any conversation possible) but we would eventually have our disagreements which would end with aj threatening to kill himself, eventually this became the norm and we stopped giving a shit when he would threaten to kill himself because of how frequently he threatened it (kind of like a cry wolf situation)

around the time we stopped caring about his suicide baiting he switched tatics and tried to guilt trip us into apologizing to him for questioning her behavior (e.x. using the fact that he was neurodivergent, to elaborate someone would say "hey stop saying your going to kill yourself" and he would go "its something called a brain problem" or "i dont have pills to help me", basically blamed all of his actions on his alleged 'brain problem'). we still proceeded to not care because of how frequently he lied

on top of this, he had this streak of calling asian characters within the game feminine? a specific case (and the straw that broke the camels back for alot of my teammates) was when she called a well-loved chinese character from the game something along the lines of a femboy because they wore a traditional chinese outfit that was not "manly" (basically, didnt stop where a normal shirt stopped. im not sure what it was called and google didnt really help...) during the same time, aj identified as transgender (i believe he still does, but i no longer interact with him) and said trans women werent women because they dont get periods???

on top of this, he would also publicly do nsfw things with the adults of the server (none of the chats were role restricted. this wasnt a thing until i became a server admin and then shut it down not even 3 weeks later) and would also share nsfw/18+ topics in the server. even after the "nsfw" chat was there (we were still figuring out how to restrict it [i was coming back from a 2 year internet hiatus]) the other adults still did things along the lines of erp. aj encouraged this behavior and eventually in his new server and was talking about these things with minors (aj is about 19-20)

so after a few months of off-and-on gathering evidence (what you have just read + plus screenshots) from numerous people from his server i post the thread, and almost instantly it got posted to his server. i have a friend in that server who ended up voice chatting with him and moto (who is under a different alias in the server) and aj is literally sobbing, threatening to kill himself, and has his entire family in his room who are all looking at the thread as well. they all basically say that he doesnt look too good in the screenshots and "what were you thinking talking to these people" type of situation. aj ends up deleting the server a few days later, messages undercover-moto that he isnt making anymore servers.

im wondering if i went too far? aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

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taomubiji · 2 months

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25 Facts About Xie Yuchen

1. Xie Yuchen was born on October 3, 1978.

2. Xie Yuchen's stage name, Jie Yuhua, comes from the poem 《蝶恋花（用宜笑之语作）》 by Zhao Shixia.

3. Xie Yuchen and Wu Xie were playmates when Xie Yuchen was five or six years old.

4. Xie Yuchen and Wu Xie are distant cousins.

5. As a child, Xie Yuchen would play Hua Dan and Qingyi (types of female roles) in Chinese opera. As a result, many people, including Wu Xie, thought he was a girl.

6. After Xie Yuchen's uncle, Xie Lianhuan, died, his father died soon after, and then several more of his uncles died.

7. Xie Yuchen had to take over the family business at 8 years old.

8. Xie Yuchen described the experiences he had growing up as "very, very uncomfortable."

9. He lived in a military compound.

10. When a friend of his caused trouble, he bought more than a hundred sheep to make up for it.

11. The first time Xie Yuchen appears he is described by Wu Xie as being dressed in a black suit with a pink shirt underneath and no tie.

12. He originally wore the color pink to offset his murderous aura.

13. When Xie Yuchen and Wu Xie met again as adults, they both smiled "pervertedly" at each other.

14. Xie Yuchen became a guarantor for Wu Xie's debt after Wu Xie's now-legendary disastrous biddings at the Xin Yue Restaurant.

15. In the online version of Sand Sea 2, Xie Yuchen throws Su Wan, Yang Hao, Li Cu, and Liang Wan out the window of a moving train.

16. In The Lost Tombs and Ultimate Note, Xie Yuchen is included much more than in the novels the shows adapted. However, in Reunion and Tomb of the Sea, his role is significantly reduced.

17. He sings every year during the Qingming Festival for Er Yuehong.

18. Wu Xie thinks he is "an extremely difficult person to get along with."

19. Xie Yuchen likes salty foods.

20. He was the biggest contributor in preventing Chinese national treasures from being exported.

21. Xie Yuchen smokes cigarettes but isn't addicted.

22. He has a habit of collecting old buildings.

23. In his free time, he practices Chinese opera, paints, and arranges flowers.

24. Xie Yuchen has used a butterfly knife and an antique dagger as weapons.

25. A the age of seventeen, he had already been surrounded by death and had even heard the words "it’s going to rain blood tonight" by his own mother.

References

English novel references refer to Merebear's translation, Chinese novel references refer to the original Chinese version.

Photo: From NP Entertainment's Merch Weibo

Author Celebrated His Birthday on October 3; Volume 7, Chapter 56; 盗墓笔记7，第五十一章 (XYC says that he's 26yo, V7 takes place in 2004).

The Mystic Nine Memories Extra; 九门回忆 (Note: it should be Jie Yuhua not Xie Yuhua in merebear's translation)

Volume 7, Chapter 31; 盗墓笔记7，第二十六章

The Mystic Nine (4) Xie-Wu Matchmaking Extra; 吴邪私家笔记，第三卷，九五做媒; 老九门短篇集肆——九五做媒

Volume 7, Chapter 56; 盗墓笔记7，第五十一章

Sand Sea, Chapter 112; 沙海3，第一章

Volume 7, Chapter 35; 盗墓笔记7，第三十章

Volume 7, Chapter 5; 盗墓笔记6：邛笼石影，第五章

A Day in the Life of Xie Yuchen Extra; 解语花的一天

Volume 7, Chapter 6; 盗墓笔记6：邛笼石影，第六章

Some of Wu Xie's Thoughts Extra; 吴邪的小心情

Sand Sea, Chapter 73; 沙海2，第三十四章 (Note: this part was removed in the print version)

Watch the shows; read the books

Xiao Hua’s Annual Party Extra; 小花的年会

Seven Fingers Extra, Chapter 13; 七指，第十三章

Fishing King Extra, Chapter 7; 钓王，第七章

Sand Sea (Online), Chapter 89; 沙海2 (Online)，第五十章 (Note: this part was removed in the print version)

A Day in the Life of Xie Yuchen Extra; 解语花的一天

A Thousand Faces, Chapters 1, 17; 千面，第一，十七章 (Note: I don't have the published version)

Sand Sea (Online), Chapter 88; 沙海2 (Online)，第四十九章; 沙海2 (Print), 第五十一章

Volume 7, Chapter 31; 盗墓笔记7 第二十五章; Sand Sea (Online), Chapter 75; 沙海2 (Online), 第三十六章; 沙海2 (Print), 第五十章

Volume 8, Chapter 10; 盗墓笔记8 第十章

#dmbj #xie yuchen #xiao hua

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haruhar-u · 1 month

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Just your average CEO novel yep definitely

CWs: Alcohol usage, cursing, drawn out suggestive conversation (humorously), one character mentions throwing up but doesn’t actually

Co-written with @chocolate-cat-bread and a friend that doesnt have tumblr

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definition of chinese words used

Chapter one

The first thing I heard when I woke up was the song “Sweet Home Alabama” blaring loudly from my phone, but in Mandarin, and that was all I needed to throw off the covers and turn off the alarm, cursing my past self for losing a bet with my cousin and ending up with this ringtone.

I checked the time and sure enough, it was 6:30. I was expected to be at work by 7:00 am.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna be late.” I quickly put my hair up in a messy bun and put on a white dress shirt, a beige plaid vest and a matching pencil skirt.

I hurried down the stairs, nearly tripping while I hastily shoved my socks on. It took all the self-control in me not to string a bunch of curses together that would make even a sailor flustered, as my socks were refusing to cooperate with me.

Once my socks weren’t threatening to slip off my feet, I headed to the kitchen to grab a slice of toasted bread and shove it in my mouth, before grabbing my shoulder bag and heading out the door.

It took me a while to unlock the car door, my head was all over the place after somehow getting the position as the CEO’s assistant. Apparently, the previous one had quit the job, leaving the position open to anyone with experience.

I applied mostly because I had experience in a few of my previous odd jobs, and also so I could finally put that degree to use. During the interview, I may have stumbled over my words quite a bit, and I was sweating profusely that I was pretty sure even the interviewer could tell.

While I was driving, I noticed two elderly people yelling at each other in the middle of the street. There were at least a dozen other cars that were stopped right in front of the arguing old people.

Why are they arguing on the street of all places? I wondered, not even irritated by the fact that I was probably not going to make it on time. More so concerned about the fact that they could get run over if someone wasn’t being careful.

“You BASTARD! I told you to wash the damn dishes, and yet here you are, eating fried donuts! Hiya!” The old lady yelled, yanking the old man by the ear, who held onto the fried donuts for dear life.

“I was going to get these fried donuts for you though, but clearly that doesn’t matter to you!” The old man snapped back.

The old lady looked even more pissed off than before, if that was even possible. “Why didn’t you do the dishes first before getting them, huh?!”

“Because the donuts were 50% off the original price, and it was the last hour before they went back to the original price, lah!” The old man said like it was the obvious thing to do. Chiu could see the logic in that, 50% off was a pretty good deal after all.

The old lady rolled her eyes, most likely used to these kinds of antics. “Fine, but only because 50% off is good deal lah, now come home and do dishes!” She then yanked the old man by the ear away from the street, ignoring his cries of pain.

I blinked, once, twice, processing the unusual yet somehow normal scene. That was… interesting. At least everything was resolved in the end, and fortunately, it didn’t seem like a domestic abuse case or anything, which is not very uncommon, much to the dismay of any normal person.

Traffic carried on as usual, and I managed to arrive at the building with at least ten minutes to spare. Patting down my hair and outfit, I walked in as professionally as I could, trying not to trip over my brand-new heels, while I headed to the front desk.

I immediately noticed a very pretty lady at the front desk, with her dark hair in a high ponytail, wearing a pale pink cardigan over her work attire.

“Oh uh, hi. I’m the CEO’s new uh…assistant.” I said and internally facepalmed myself for my blunder. First day on the job and I couldn’t even talk to my first colleague without stuttering like a fool.

The receptionist smiled, her eyes crinkling along with it. “You must be…ah, Lien Chiu? Nice name, by the way.”

I fidgeted, a bit flustered by the compliment. “Thanks, it’s um…I’m from rural Taiwan, we speak Hokkien there.”

The receptionist lady nods. “Figured as much, your accent gives it away. I’m Hujin, if you couldn’t tell already, I’m the receptionist, and I have to answer a bunch of phone calls and greet visitors and such.”

“Sounds interesting,” I say, trying to be polite. “So uh, where is the CEO’s office?”

“Ah, it’s on the 50th floor. For your sanity, you should take the elevator. About the CEO, he might be a bit busy…but I give you full permission to bother him.” Hujin winks, a mischievous smile on her face.

“Thank you.” I pretended to not notice the scheming grin on the smaller girl’s face.

She spun around in her chair. “Ah, no worries.” Hujin then paused, fixing her gaze on me like a cat. She pursed her lips together, rummaging through her purse before pulling out a pastel, rainbow star hair clip.

“Here,” She said quietly and tenderly, reaching over the desk and tucking the hair clip in my hair, pushing back my curtain bangs. I didn’t even know it was blocking my line of sight until she put it up for me. Why was it so warm all of a sudden? Why was she so close? Is there something wrong with me?

“Oh uh, th-“ I was about to say, but she waved it off.

“No need, now go on and bother my-the uh…CEO. Yeah.”

I nod, ducking my head as my thoughts swirled in my head and my heart raced at incredible speeds. If I had a strange look on my face the entire time I was in the elevator, no one commented.

The CEO had their office on the top floor in the corner. Stepping in, there was a fireplace adorned with various pictures of what seemed to be a family, and a bookshelf filled with books that looked like they were never read. There was a dark oak desk with a laptop placed on it. Behind the desk, there was a man who appeared to be in his mid to late twenties. His dark hair was mainly well kept with only a few strands astray. He wore a professional-looking suit. He was slumped over, holding his head up with his hand. He immediately perked up once he saw me. I could feel my heart beating rapidly again, and my breakfast threatening to somersault out of my stomach. I forced it back down, it would be really bad if I threw up right now.

“You must be my new assistant, correct? The last one quit after he went back to America…Oh, I’m Li Haoyu.”

“Yeah um,” I swallowed, trying to get myself to stop panicking. Stay calm, my mind unhelpfully supplied. “My name is uh…Chiu. So, is there anything I can help with? Like, um…paperwork?” I offered, trying not to sound as awkward and wrecked with nerves as I felt.

“I have my schedule in the printer.” He gestured to a fancy black printer against the back wall. “I think there might be some paperwork, I forgot to sign...not sure.”

I went to the printer and checked the inside, and sure enough, there was some unsigned paperwork. I take it out of the printer, find an empty seat and begin to sign the paperwork. It wasn’t much honestly, I just needed to sign using the company’s signature. The signature became less and less clear each time, probably because I was running out of ink.

Haoyu tapped me on the shoulder, interrupting my work, he was carrying a tray with tea on it with one hand. “Do you want a cup?”

“Oh, um, t-thank you so much.” I stammered, a bit flushed and reached out to take a cup of tea from the tray, almost dropping the cup from how shaky my hands were. I went back to signing paperwork, pressing my pen against the paper and frowning when no ink came out.

Haoyu was still there, sipping on his tea with a calm expression on his face. He looked very handsome, no doubt about it. The thought of approaching him, and disturbing him, made me more anxious than I already was.

I eventually sucked up the embarrassment, inching closer to him with the sad, inkless pen in my hand. “Um…excuse me…” I pushed on, despite Haoyu’s look of concern. “Do you have an extra pen or something? I-uh…the pen. Ran out of ink.”

He nodded, rummaged through one of the drawers of his desk and handed me a really expensive pen. “Keep it. Also, what meetings do I have for today?”

I flip through his schedule, trying to find the one that had the present one on it. “You have a meeting with two clients, they own a very wealthy private tech business. It says that they want to buy a license to sell a camera brand owned by this company. It says their names are uh…Yuen Zixuan and Huang Mingze?”

Haoyu let out a sigh. “Those two again?”

Surprise. “Wait, you know them?”

“I went to university with them…”

“Ah, I see. Am I required to come with you for this meeting?” I asked. I probably should have known if it was or not, but I may or may not have skimmed through the job description. So asking stupid questions it is.

“Not required, recommended, though.” He probably wasn’t judging, yet it still felt like he was staring into my soul. I averted my gaze, looking at the floor, then the wall, then the wooden chair that was very, very interesting. Just so the man wouldn’t stare into my soul and figure out that my left sock had a massive hole where my ankle was.

Even though I wasn’t required, it was recommended, that was basically just another way of saying it was required, at least for overachievers like me. “I’m coming with, then,”

“Can you tell me exactly when this meeting is?”

I handed him the schedule and pointed at the timetable where the meeting takes place. “It’s at 9:30 am, so 2-3 hours or so from now.”

He nodded, “You can do whatever until then.”

“Okay, thanks.” I take a long sip of my tea, emptying the entire cup. ‘Is there…a sink nearby?” I chewed on my lip, wondering if I should even be asking. Maybe they didn’t use sinks, or maybe they had their own dishwasher because only rich people can afford dishwashers.

“Oh… I think in the staff room. Don’t worry about the cup, just leave it on the tray outside and someone will come pick it up to be cleaned.”

“Wait so I don’t have to wash it…? I mean…of course. Uh, sorry about that.” I make my way out of his office and to the staff room in embarrassment.

—-2-3 hours later—

“Hiii!” Mingze says

“Oh, uh, hello. How’s up? I mean life?” I rambled, my body at least five degrees hotter than normal from how nervous I was.

“Is Mr Li late again?” Zixuan asks, glancing down at a watch. He spoke with a Cantonese accent.

I shrug. ‘Probably. Is it normal for him to be late?”

“Yes, especially now that he doesn't have an assistant to wake him up.” Zixuan sighs. “He was notorious for being late in university.”

“Oh god, does that mean I have to be his personal alarm clock,” I grumble. “I did not sign up for this sh-to be a human clock.”

“Assuming you’re his new assistant, yes. Have fun, I was the human alarm clock 8 years ago” He says sarcastically. “Oh. He also tends to forget his wallet and phone often.”

I groan, burying my face in my hands. “So I’m going to have to be his human wallet too…”

“Luckily for you, that’s usually Huijin.”

“The…pretty receptionist girl?”

“Yes. Don’t ask.” He checks his watch again and impatiently taps his foot.

Haoyu finally shows up 15 minutes later. “My apologies.” He takes a spot at the head of the table after pouring everyone a glass of either water or tea.

I pull the cup of tea closer to me, desperately needing an energy boost after navigating the hell that is buildings with 50 floors. “Apology accepted for now. So um, you said you wanted to buy the license for…this camera?”

“Surely this could have been done in an email,” Haoyu says in an exasperated tone, rummaging for a piece of paper.

“Didn’t get much sleep, did we?” Zixuan retorts, rolling his eyes.

“Can we pretend to be civil for at least five minutes?!” I grumbled, before immediately realizing my mistake. Oh fuck. Is this really how I’m losing my job?

Haoyu clears his throat, using a fist to cover his mouth“Anyway, the licenses.” He hands Zixuan and Mingze two pieces of paper. “Sign here, then write a cheque then they’re yours.”

Mingze immediately grabs a pen and signs both cheques. “Thanks, dude! You’re the best!”

Zixuan elbows Mingze in the ribcage. “Did you seriously not read the fine print? We could be selling our souls for all we know “

“Fine print? Wait uh…oops.” Mingze said sheepishly.

“I understand, you’re not the only one who doesn’t read the fine print,” I admitted. I wasn’t quite sure what possessed me to admit something like that out loud. Maybe I was just really stupid.

Haoyu rose from his seat, “Once you have finished going over the documents please give them to my assistant, I believe this meeting is dismissed.” He was oddly cranky.

“Okay, no need to be a grump,” Mingze said grumpily as he painstakingly read the documents. Sporadically, he would look to Zixuan, who would softly pat his back with a look of affection, and then throw his head into his arms in despair. I watched very concerned as Mingze looked like he was about to rip the documents apart.

“Here, I’ll read them.” Zixuan dragged the documents from Mingze towards himself with a finger. He spent about 5 long minutes reading before signing and pushing them over to me.

“Thank you. Uh, you can go now.” I took the papers, shuffled them in order and then put them in a folder to do later because I didn’t feel like doing it right now.

After finishing all the paperwork, which took a lot longer than it should have because my wrist pain started acting up again. I let out a sigh of relief, flex my wrist and do a quick stretch before checking my cellphone. I had a couple of unread emails that were mostly just junk files and a new...text message?

Li Haoyu: I apologize for my mood earlier, may I invite you to dinner after work with Hujin nd my brother to make up for it?

Lien Chiu: It’s alright :) and sure!

Lien Chiu: Where is the place?

Li Haoyu: It’s a hot pot place best in Shanghai, around 3 blocks down. I usually get a taxi.

Lien Chiu: Oh

Lien Chiu: What time do I arrive there? You said after work, but I would like a specific time, if that’s ok :)

Li Haoyu: Right after, I’ll pick you up from your office.

Lien Chiu: Ok thanks

I turn off my phone and turn on my laptop, where I mark a bunch of emails as read and play some music while I’m at it.

Later, I hear a knock at my office door. “Miss Lien? Mr Li wanted me to tell you that the taxi is here” An employee called.

“Coming,” I called.

Outside there wasn’t a taxi but a limo instead and Haoyu was outside casually chatting with the driver and Huijin as if they were old friends.

“Oh hey, Chiu! Come on in!” Hujin pats the seat beside her. “Sit next to me, please! I’m so much better than Haoyu.”

“Yeah sure.” Haoyu scoffs at Hujin with a smirk on his face.

Hujin sticks her tongue out at Haoyu. “I’m obviously cuter, and at least I don’t always forget my wallet. And my keys. And my phone.” She says teasingly.

“You two…seem close?”

Haoyu bites his lip “Friends from college.” He says rather quickly. “Also speaking of forgetting my wallet and phone…”

“NOT AGAIN!” Hujin yelled, repeatedly whacking Haoyu with a pink bunny neck cushion, which made me snort with amusement.

“I’ll e-transfer you later tonight? I’m paying by the way.” He just stared deadpan at the pink bunny neck pillow, casually blocking it with his arm.

Hujin just glared at him. “Fine.” She paused in her relentless attack on Haoyu with the neck pillow, before whacking Haoyu with a bear plush.

“Okay, you can stop beating him…” I said, attempting to grab the bear plush from Hujin. Every time I would try to grab it, she would shove the plush in my face, perhaps she was trying to use the fluffiness to distract me, which totally wasn’t working!!

Then the limo stops in front of this fancy-ass-looking restaurant. They got out of the limo, walked in and were seated by an oddly formal hostess. At the table was a guy who looked almost exactly like Haoyu, the only difference was this dude was dressed a lot more casually and his hairstyle was slightly different.

“Are you by any chance made in a lab?” I blurted out, before immediately having the urge to descend into the earth’s core.

“Uh…pardon?”

I looked at Haoyu and Hujin, the former with an awkward smile on his face and the latter stifling her snickers with her hand covered over her mouth.

“Well, it’s just that…You look exactly like Haoyu. Except that your hair and clothes are a bit different.”

“We’re twins.” Haoyu points out.

I mentally facepalmed. “Ah. Right. Well,” I retorted, trying to defend my honour. “In my defence, you never know if someone is made in a lab or not.”

Hujin’s eyes darkened with mischief. “You’re right actually, both Haoyu and Huifen are made in a lab. I’m the one born the standard way.”

“Hey! Stop with the conspiracies!” Huifen interjected.

Haoyu only rolls his eyes at Huijin’s comment, “All 3 of us were born because our parents had sex.”

“Yeah, well our parents had sex in a lab and then had you guys, meanwhile I was actually born in a hospital,” Hujin replied. Meanwhile, I was recovering from shock, at Hujin’s crude sense of humour, the way she took my joke and pushed it to the limit.

“Why are you more invested in this conspiracy than me?” I asked Hujin, very concerned for the way she seemed so dead set on her opinion.

“Dad told me it was in a private jet ...For all 3 of us” Haoyu replies, his eyes scanning the menu.

“What?!” Huifen, Hujin and I yelled at the same time. Hujin marched up to Haoyu and poked him in the chest.

“Are you being serious or silly?!” She said, staring up at him with a scowl on her face. It was really cute, honestly.

“Dad told me because I asked why there were drawers full of condoms.” Haoyu was probably serious as he didn’t even crack a smile.

“You guys can afford to make love in a private jet?!” I shrieked, pulling at my hair.

“You can’t?” Haoyu asks dumbfounded, staring right into my soul.

“Well, I’m sorry I don’t have a million dollars to spend on a private jet!” I retorted, exasperated and recovered from a culture and lifestyle shock.

“I could let you fuck in our private jet, wait what,” Huifen said nonchalantly.

“WHAT?!” I stared at Huifen. “I don’t even know how to fuck, let alone in a private jet! Is there, like a…difference?”

“I don’t know how to fuck either.” Haoyu replied bluntly. Hujin elbowed him again, sending him a deadpan glance.

“Aaaanyway, enough sex talk, and let’s eat. I’m starving and I’d rather not starve to death while the last thing I hear is about the differences between regular citizen sex and expensive private jet sex.” Hujin declared, putting her hands on her hips.

“Bitch, we didn’t even order any food yet. We scared the waiter off.” Huifen objected

Hujin glared at Huifen. “And who’s fault is that? You gotta stop projecting on me, gēge.”

“Wait hold on, you guys are siblings?” I exclaimed. Honestly, why was I even surprised? Even without the obvious slipup, I should have figured it out long before, it was basically hinted at me since Hujin told me to be a little shit to Haoyu when I first arrived, and the fact that they said their parents had sex. Fuck me.

“Yeah, it was kind of implied when we said that we were all from our parents having sex in a private jet,” Huifen states.

“Enough with the private jet sex!” Hujin shrieked,

Haoyu’s gaze hardened, “Do not tell anyone.” Then his gaze softens again, “Besides dìdì, maybe she thought it was a gangbang.”

“I SAID ENOUGH SEX!!!” Huijin screamed even louder, which definitely made everyone sitting at neighbouring tables concerned. If they were not already, that is.

I hold my hands up in surrender. “Okay, I wasn’t going to anyway. Although…are you sure you trust me enough to not…slip up or something?”

Hujin grabbed my hands and I nearly jumped at the sudden touch. “Of course we trust you, silly goose! Besides, we’ll just pay them a million dollars to shut them up. Now,” She grabs all of us by the arms. “Let’s go order something before A PRETTY YOUNG LADY STARVES TO DEATH!!”

Haoyu waves down a waiter and puts in an order. The waiter looks at all of them with an odd look, before gasping.

“No way! You must be…you must be Haoyu, CEO of Revocorp! And you look, wait no, are you Huifen! I love your cosplays so much! Woah,” The waiter does a double take at Hujin, who was dressed in a pink strawberry cardigan, a pastel rainbow-striped gown and brown Uggs. “Aww, aren’t you adorable!”

“Thank you!” Hujin beamed. Her smile is also cute…I think with a pang of jealousy.

“No problem, ah right, your orders?” The waiter pulls out a pen from their ear and a notepad, ready to write down our orders.

“Chiu, do you drink?” Haoyu asks.

“I drank vodka once…? Does that count?” I say.

Haoyu turns to the waiter “This set.” He says, pointing to a certain spot on the menu. Then he leans in to whisper something to the waiter “And a bottle of your most expensive wine plus 4 glasses.”

“WHAT! HOW ARE YOU AFFORDING ALL THIS?!”

“Money.”

I glared. “Yeah, I know that, you dunce. But like, wha-we never had this back home! Oh, wait, do I have to pay my share or…” I search through my wallet, and well…I had a couple of coins, two $20 bills…and my credit card which was definitely going to expire soon.

He puts his hand on mine, “Don’t worry about it”

“Oh…” My brain short-circuited for a good moment before smiling shyly. “Thanks.”

A fit of giggles erupted from Hujin, who was shaking in her seat from laughter. Huifen nudged her, but she continued to laugh. Her laugh immediately dropped to a frown when she found that the waiter put down kids utensils, with the Doraemon bowl and colored cutlery.

“Is this…oh this has to be a joke,” Hujin grumbled.

Haoyu meanwhile was smirking at Huijin’s grumble. Wait, wasn’t he whispering to the waiter earlier?

“I think it was Haoyu’s doing,” I told Hujin, who immediately stood up and glared down at Haoyu.

“You! It was your idea for them to give me children’s cutlery! This is ruining my reputation! And I’m 26!” Hujin shrieked dramatically, miming stabbing Haoyu in the throat with the plastic knife.

“I mean…” I say, as an attempt at being a devil’s advocate. “Kids menus are cheaper?”

Hujin scrunched her nose at me before scowling at Haoyu. “You jerk! You know damn well that you can afford 3 adult meals! You could afford this entire restaurant!”

“Baby sister for a reason.” Haoyu shrugs, brushing her off.

“I’m 26…” Hujin pouts. I pat her on the back comfortingly.

“There there, some of us are just born to look like 12-year-olds.” I teased.

“Not you too!” Hujin wailed dramatically, grabbing onto my sweater vest. “You were on my side, I trusted you…and you just betrayed me…were we ever meant to be?”

I grin. “What are you, a theatre kid?”

“I took drama in high school.” She props her chin on her hands. “Guess it never wore off.”

Then the waiter shows up with a bottle of fine wine and Haoyu gracefully pours a glass for everyone at the table, even making sure to put some in the coloured cup that Huijin had.

“Okay not gonna lie, this cup is actually kinda cute.” Hujin says as she stares at the wine in her coloured cup.

The waiter shoots a glance at Hujin and she sighs, pulling out her ID card. After a few moments, the waiter nods and leaves her drink alone.

“Does that happen often?”

“Yes.” All three of them say, all at once.

“Used to happen to Haoyu and I before last year.” Huifen sighs. “We’re getting old.”

Hujin rolled her eyes. “Tell that to the middle-aged and seniors, they’ll think you’re crazy. Although…” she grins mischievously. “Are you sure none of you have back pain?

“We’re 27,” Haoyu mutters. “I am hunched over at a desk all day though.”

I nudged Haoyu. “I have wrist pain, so I guess you’re not alone. Probably since I’ve been writing every day for over 5 hours since I was a teen.’

Hujin took a swig from the sippy cup of wine. “Woah, body pain. Couldn’t be me.”

“Because you actually have time to stretch. Lucky.” Haoyu grumbles.

Said woman swirls her cup around, letting the wine slosh around the cup. “Even a minute of stretching out your arms could help, you bum.”

“Hmph, I don’t even have time for that. Besides, how would stretching my arms help with neck and back pain.” Huifen sighs. “I hope we can eat soon so I don’t have to be insulted by my own sister. I wonder how Mingze deals with bratty younger sisters.”

“I’ll have you now I’m only a brat 40% of the time!’ Hujin hissed. I couldn’t help but notice the way she looked like a very grumpy, rainbow, sparkly earring-wearing cat.

“40% is still a lot…” I mumbled before immediately being pinched on the cheeks by Hujin. ‘Ow ow ow, I take it back, help me-”

Then the waiter awkwardly places the food on the table.

“Hey uh, I’d really appreciate some help here,” I stare pointedly at Huifen and Haoyu while escaping a headlock from Hujin.

“You’re on your own,” Haoyu says, taking off his blazer then, putting some meat into the pot.

“Bastard,” I hiss at him. Huifen averts his gaze and I glare at him too. “Hey don’t look away! You’re also a bastard.”

Hujin then pulls me into a bear hug. “I guess we’re all bastards then!” She leans her head on my shoulder.

“Yeah…” I notice her head on my shoulder and stop in my tracks, all of a sudden the room went from hot to a boiler room. I’m pretty sure my brain was thoroughly cooked, better than the most well-done of steaks.

Haoyu puts a steak on my plate. “It’s Wagyu, you should try it.”

“Okay, uh, bon appetit.” I poked at the steak with my fork, before sighing and trying to cut it open with a fork and a knife, then sighing again and was almost tempted to just grab the wagyu by the end and shove the whole thing in my mouth, with chopsticks or something.

“Silly, you don’t need to cut it. But I’m sure someone here wouldn’t mind helping you,” Hujin teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Of course that certain someone wouldn’t mind helping their girlfriend,” Huifen smirks. I blink at him stupidly, trying to process what he said for a solid two seconds before the realization hits me with all the grace of being clonked in the head with a brick. Oh.

“No.” Interjects Haoyu. Still, he leans over with his knife and proceeds to cut the steak for me.

“You really didn’t have to,” I say, while Hujin sulks about Haoyu being a ‘party-pooper’ and ‘old man wheezer’. “I was going to just eat it whole anyway.

Haoyu completely ignores Huijin, “Don’t worry about it.” He smiles ever so slightly. “Besides, you shouldn’t eat it whole. You will choke and die.”

“I’m too powerful to choke and die,” I deadpan back, picking up a large piece of steak and devouring it. Hujin looks at me with a mixture of awe and concern.

“Woah, I’m so trying that.” Hujin doesn’t even bother trying to cut her steak open, instead tearing off a huge chunk and swallowing. Her face turns a bright shade of red and she pounds on her chest while taking a huge swig of alcohol

Haoyu gently pats Hujin on the back, then clears his throat and he kinda glares at Hujin as if he’s trying to reprimand her for her table manners. Hujin glares back, not getting the memo about table manners. “Also don’t drink too fast, you’re going to get drunk.”

“Do we have a feral animal for a sister or what?” Huifen asks, half-joking, half-not.

“Mother would have killed her for this,” Haoyu replies cutting off a piece of steak. “And Father would have given all 3 of us a lecture on how we are representatives of our family 24/7”

“Thanks for that, now I’m going to choke on meat even more out of spite,” Hujin coughed out, covering her very rosy red face with a napkin.

“What are you, straight?” I quip.

“I’m whatever you want me to be, darling,” Hujin said in a sultry Southern accent before bursting into a fit of giggles so uncontrollable that Huifen jumped out of his chair in shock.

“I’m calling her an Uber home later…” Haoyu murmurs.

I nod. “Please,” I say while trying to avoid being suffocated while Hujin wrapped her arms around me and rested her head against the crook of my neck. “Help me…” I tried to move Hujin’s head away from me to take a bite of steak but gave up when she burrowed her head in further.

Haoyu removed Huijin’s arms from around me softly and guided her head towards himself. “Actually, I’ll just take her back to my place tonight.”

“Nooo,” Hujin whined. “She’s warmer than you. And more soft.” She grinned widely, a soft giggle forming on her lips. I suddenly felt my face heat up, probably because of how hot the steak I ate was. Most definitely.

“Huifen, can you take away her wine please?” Haoyu asks. “Erm, I also forgot my wallet so…”

Huifen threw his hands up in frustration. “Are you fucking kidding me?! This is the third time this week! Fine, I’ll pay though.” He pulled out his wallet, dropped 3 hundred-dollar bills in the little basket and waved for a waiter to come and collect it.

“I’ll e-transfer you once I get back to the office. Also Language we're in public.”

“Yeah yeah, no need.” Huifen waves it off. “It’s only a hundred dollars.”

“No no, I got it.” Haoyu waves off Huifen’s wave off.

“Don’t forget the e-transfer then,” Huifen sighs.

“Rich bitches,” I interrupt them while putting down twenty-five cents as a tip. “Good enough.”

Haoyu helps Huijin to her feet, “Do you have your own ride or do you want to join us in the limo?” He looks at Huifen.

“I’ll join you guys, a bit of family bonding I guess.” Huifen sighed and put his wallet back into his bag, and slung it over his shoulder. “Let’s go I guess.”

“Don’t fall” Haoyu warns Huijin, still he walks slower to ensure he’s right next to her.

Hujin pretends to trip out of spite, before immediately straightening herself afterward. “I’d never fall…unless it’s head over heels.”

“At this point, you’re falling head over heels literally.” Haoyu sighs, “I’ll let you have my bed tonight, I don’t want you alone right now.”

Hujin frowned. “Ah, right. That makes sense.” Her face and tone were grim, and it made me feel grim for some reason. I wanted to do something, anything to make her smile again.

“So um…penguins?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Opinions?”

“They’re cute,” Haoyu says, getting into the limo.

Hujin perked up immediately and started rambling about penguins, from their scientific name all the way to their mating seasons and their dietary habits. By the time the limo was on its way back to the company building, Hujin was now rambling about…Madagascar and how accurate the penguins representation was.

“Chiu, you’re dismissed, feel free to head home once you get to the office,” Haoyu says authoritatively.

I smile warmly at Haoyu. “Thank you, for…well, everything.” My stomach churned with unease and I fought off the butterflies in my stomach with a pained grimace. “Sorry, I don’t really feel well right now…still getting used to uh…life in the big city.”

Haoyu nods “Do you want me to walk you to your car?” He offers.

I glance at Hujin and Huifen, who nod and give a thumbs-up in a strangely devious manner. “Um, okay, that would be nice.

The four of us walked to the parking lot in comfortable silence, although I couldn’t help but notice Hujin whispering to her brothers in a drunk way and then started bursting into fits of laughter. Just what was that manic pixie nightmare girl yapping about now?

“Are you sure you don’t mind me teasing your new assistant girl?” Hujin says in a sing-song voice to Haoyu. Huifen gives Hujin a deadpan stare and a grunt before plugging in his earbuds, his social battery worn out

“Shut it.” Haoyu stops to boop his sister’s nose. Hujin wrinkled her nose, an angry pout on her face.

“Uh-uh, I’m stealing her from you,”

“Stealing who?” I butted in, wanting to be included in the conversation. Back at home, I was often given weird looks by others for not minding my own business. However, the siblings didn’t seem like the judgmental type, so I didn’t really bother asking.

“I honestly have no idea,” Haoyu replied. “Uh is that your car?”

I nod. “Yeah. Uh, see you tomorrow I guess?” I look at Hujin, who was basically using Haoyu as a human teddy bear. She was snoring loudly on his shoulder and startled awake when I nudged her awake

“By the way,” I said smugly. “You’re going to have a killer headache tomorrow.”

“Noooooo…” she whined, burying her face even more into Haoyu’s shoulder.

“I think I have stuff to treat it at home, you’ll be fine.”

“My head feels like it’s been hit on a rock…” Hujin complained.

I sigh, both exasperated and fond. “Maybe if you didn’t chug five glasses of vodka in one go?”

Haoyu shook his head, “Mother and Father would have killed me for even letting you drink, period.”

Hujin grumbled. “If only they ever treated me like an adult, not a fragile glass doll. Rargh!” She gripped at her hair.

“They’re dead,” Haoyu says bluntly. Crossing his arms with a stonefaced expression, returning to his soulless facade. “We can’t wish for anything from them anymore.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” I say apologetically. Though sympathy was probably the last thing either of them wanted, it was the only thing that I could think of

Hujin waved off my concerns. “It’s fine, it’s not like it hurts…that much.” She cradled herself, looking a bit shameful. “Um…I mean, they’re our parents, so I should feel sad, but…” She shoots a pleading glance at me

“Don’t feel bad, I’m kinda glad they’re gone.” Haoyu blurts out. Then he grumbles “I couldn't even force myself to cry at their funeral.”

I look at him, mostly a bit confused, before coming to an understanding. “So, I’m going to assume they weren’t the best of parents?”

“Far from it,” Huifen chimed in, sounding almost nonchalant…or detached?

Haoyu remained silent from here, his face suddenly becoming pale as if he said something he shouldn’t have, he’d occasionally glance at his twin but other than that he was frozen.

The air was getting more suffocating by the second. I opened my car door and slid in. “Um…thanks for accompanying me. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I lock the car door and drive back home.

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Practice makes perfect

Australian violinists Brett Yang and Eddy Chen tell Executive Editor Sumiko Tan that they set up TwoSet Violin to show how classical music can be fun, and to attract the young to it

Violinists Brett Yang and Eddy Chen are joking that if they must name their least favourite composer, Johann Pachelbel would be up there.

“Sometimes, some pieces are really overplayed, they’re put out of context. That gets a bit annoying,” says Yang, referring to the German composer’s pervasive Canon In D.

So you won’t play Pachelbel at your wedding then, I ask.

“Nah,” Chen dismisses.

“No way,” protests Yang. “Maybe at my funeral, you can play that.”

“But it’ll make you so angry, you’ll come out of your grave,” comes Chen’s rejoinder.

They laugh their heads off at this.

I decide not to mention that Canon In D was in fact what I had chosen to play at my wedding, and one of the few pieces of classical music I enjoy.

The two guys behind TwoSet Violin aren’t music snobs, really. They are just very passionate about classical music and see it as their mission to educate people about that world.

In 2013, the Taiwan-born Australians decided to form TwoSet Violin to make funny videos about life as classical musicians, which they posted on social media.

Their YouTube channel now has nearly four million subscribers, and the 1,300 videos there have garnered more than 1.2 billion views. There are also videos on other platforms such as Facebook, TikTok, and Instagram.

Their live shows mixing comedy and violin recital have been seen in more than 20 cities, and they are planning another world tour.

There’s also TwoSet Apparel, a line of music-inspired T-shirts, hoodies and cardigans.

Their videos are both hilarious and educational. Often looking as if they had just tumbled out of bed, they discuss everything from violin hickeys (neck bruises due to prolonged violin playing; I see one on Yang but not on Chen) to misconceptions about musicians (”musical geniuses are born, not created” really riles them up.)

A video of them critiquing a Guinness World Record holder for world’s “fastest violinist” has drawn 9.5 million views. Their Pachelbel’s Chicken video, played with a squeaky rubber chicken, has 3.7 million views.

I’m interviewing the influencers ahead of their Nov 16 concert with the Singapore Symphony Orchestra (SSO).

This was a rather more serious performance. Yang played Mendelssohn’s Violin Concerto, and then Bach’s Concerto For Two Violins with Chen. The latter performed the closing movement of Paganini’s Violin Concerto No. 2, better known as La Campanella, for an encore.

The SSO event was sold out within minutes and its livestream on YouTube amassed more than 986,000 views in two weeks.

Yang had asked over e-mail for restaurant suggestions. I give him four and he picks One-Ninety at the Four Seasons. The hotel says filming there would be difficult and suggests we eat at its quieter Jiang-Nan Chun Cantonese restaurant.

They are fine with Chinese food, and also agree to bring along their violins — in this case, two precious Stradivarius instruments on loan to them for the SSO concert.

In person, they come across as smart, decent and sincere. They also look as if they could do with more sleep.

Yang, 30, is the friendlier, chattier one. When he sees the camera crew milling around, he asks me: “Is everyone eating or is it just us?”

Just us, I say.

“Sorry, guys,” he waves to them.

With his floppy fringe and dark-framed glasses, his style is collegiate preppy.

Chen’s is more hip hop. He’s wearing trendy oversized wire-frame glasses, a big white T-shirt and a sprinkling of jewellery. He appears a little more distant at first, possibly due to a lack of caffeine.

You’re quieter than in your videos, I remark.

“Yeah, people say that a lot,” Chen, 29, says. “I am, actually. But I also think I just haven’t had my coffee today.”

Yang vouches for this. “There is Eddy pre-coffee and after,” he says, mimicking how a tortoise retracts its head in and out of its shell. It sets them off laughing again.

Over our two-hour set-menu lunch, they finish each other’s sentences and reaffirm the other’s opinion or observation, Chen warms up after his caffeine fix from the Chinese tea. They share the same humour and their affection for each other seems genuine.

Sharing similar backgrounds, they have been friends for more than half their lives.

Both were born in Taiwan. When they were four, their families moved to New Zealand before settling down in Brisbane, Australia.

Yang, whose Chinese name is Po-yao, adopted the name Brett in Taiwan when his parents asked his English teacher for Western names. She went down the alphabet in giving them suggestions. His older brother is Alan, he got Brett and his mother is Cathy. “We skipped D as we couldn’t find a good name. My dad’s Eric.”

Chen’s mother picked Michael for him when he started kindergarten in New Zealand, but there were three other Michaels in his class.

He asked her for a new name, and she told him to pick one himself. Chen, whose Chinese name is Wei-chen, decided on Eddy after a fighter character in Tekken, a PlayStation game.

They met when Yang was 14 and Chen 13, at a maths tutoring class in Brisbane attended by Asian students.

The next day, they ran into each other again at a youth orchestra rehearsal they had signed up for. They didn’t attend the same school, but the classical music world was so small that they stayed friends.

Chen’s father was a dentist and his mother a housewife. He and his sister, who’s five years older, learnt the violin and piano. When she was 18, she decided to focus on the piano. “My mum was like, ‘well, we have only one piano, so I’m not giving you piano lessons anymore.’” He did the violin.

As for Yang, his older brother played the cello for a while and is now a dentist — “he’s fulfilling that for my parents”. His father is a semi-retired architect and mother an artist and teacher.

Their childhood revolved around practice, performance and competitions. Both went to Queensland Conservatorium Griffith University, one of Australia’s leading music and performing arts schools, and knew they would make a career in music.

Chen remembers what his father, who died in 2015, once told him.

“He said, ‘Look, I’ve done that whole make your Asian parents happy part, and it’s cool, but I’m staring at teeth every day from the moment I wake up till I go to sleep. So unless you’re really passionate about teeth, maybe think a bit about doing what you’re passionate about.’

“That stuck with me, which is why I chose to do music even though my mum was like ‘be a doctor, be a doctor’.”

Yang tells his friend: “Your dad’s the chillest dad.”

Did your father get to see your YouTube success before he died, I ask chen.

“We had just started. He saw a little bit, but he didn’t see our first world tour, unfortunately, which would have been cool,” he says, sounding wistful.

Yang adds comfortingly: “He left you with his blessing — and passion.”

Around the time they were in university, South Korean rapper Psy’s Gangnam Style video became a global hit. Inspired, they started to make videos.

There was then a popular duo called 2Cellos. Calling themselves TwoViolins would be lame, “like a copy-paste”, says Yang. “So our two set of violins? Okay, TwoSet Violin.”

They got jobs in orchestras after graduation — Yang with the Sydney Symphony and Chen with the Queensland Symphony.

The fanbase of their videos continued to grow. At the end of 2015, they left their jobs to do videos full time. Audiences lapped up content like 8 Most Epic Piano Performances Everyone Should Watch.

In 2017, they decided to raise funds for a world tour and, as they said at the time, “turn our viral classical comedy videos into one crazy recital”.

They busked and slept on the streets of Sydney, and hit their goal of A$50,000 (S$46,000) in five days. From 2017 to 2019, they performed in more than 20 cities, including Singapore.

INFINITE IDEAS

As classical musicians, they saw how audiences were ageing. A key motivation behind TwoSet Violin has been to win over young fans.

“At concerts, it’s a sea of white hair,” says Yang. “You see a few young people in the front, which is usually us, the students, going to watch their favourite artists on student tickets.”

Adds Chen: “In 20 years, what’s going to happen?”

Yang replies: “We’re not going to have a job... It starts from the younger generation appreciating these things.”

I wonder if making videos has felt like they were dumbing down.

Yang points out that they do play the violin. “It’ll be a different story if we were faking it... But we still offer the integrity of classical music.”

Chen reminds me that his partner would be playing the full Mendelssohn Violin Concerto with the SSO. “No YouTube violinist I can think of could do that, right?”

They love it when people tell them how the videos have inspired them to pick up or relearn instruments.

They are brimming with “infinite” ideas on how to make classical music entertaining.

Anything, it seems, can be turned into content.

An idea like whether one can play the violin on the moon could lead to a discourse on how sound and frequency travel in space.

Some videos critique the treatment of classical music in popular culture.

Their recent parody of the Korean group Blackpink’s use of Paganini’s La Campanella drew flak from K-pop fans for being disrespectful, which they have shrugged off.

Blackpink’s treatment of La Campanella was “pretty artistically uninspiring”, says Chen dryly.

“They turned such a great piece into one of the most monotonous-sounding loops. Like they tuned it down, they processed it to sound almost like a machine violin, and then it was just looping like half the sentence.”

Their critiques aren’t mean-spirited, they add.

“I don’t think we’ve ever insulted someone for the sake of insulting. When we’re making videos, we’re coming from a perspective of sharing the world of classical music,” Chen says.

“So it’s like we’re educating about classical music but in a fun and entertaining way. We add some comedy to it, and sometimes with comedy there’s a bit more spice to it, and we add a bit of roast occasionally.”

As performers, they have had their struggles with stress and exhaustion.

When Chen was about 20, he couldn’t play the violin for about eight months and was in a wheelchair for two. He was preparing for a performance when first his arms, then legs, became mysteriously wracked with pain.

Eventually, a doctor diagnosed it to be psychological, and he had to learn to push through the pain. He has since recovered.

In 2020, Yang took about three months off, suffering from exhaustion.

They have since tried to take more breaks. They manage themselves, with a team of about 12, half of whom work part-time. Big agencies have asked to represent them, but they prefer to be independent.

Covid-19 put a halt to touring, but they held a virtual tour in December 2021. The duo, who are single and semi-based in Singapore, have announced another world tour for 2023/2023.

They don’t have any significant sponsors or government funding, and get income from YouTube advertising, concerts and apparel. “We try to make it work from the resources we have,” says Yang. “It forces us to be super creative.”

They are certainly changing the way classical music is perceived. At their SSO concert at the Victoria Concert Hall, they tied up with Tiger Sugar to serve bubble tea. (They are big bubble tea fans.)

A lot of their success — as well as their future — hinges on them staying in sync with the other.

Chen says they are on the same wavelength in most things and have hardly ever fought. “We are very much on the same page in our bigger outlook on life. Obviously, there will be smaller decisions that we might disagree on, but we just discuss it.”

Yang echoes this. They approach situations not from a “me perspective” but seek to understand each other.

As we wrap up the meal, I ask what they like about each other.

Yang says: “Eddy’s a very open-minded person, and he also thinks really deep. So it’s not just one-dimensional. You think broadly, you also think depth.”

Chen says he appreciates his friend’s ability to be in touch with people’s feelings and be considerate in social situations.

“He knows how to bring uncomfortable conversations up in a non-confrontational way. You know how sometimes people just bottle things up and then over time it explodes, right? But with Brett, it never feels like it has to get to that.”

Yang says softly: “Thanks, bro.”

The lunch crowd has gone, and we take over the restaurant to film the video. They play for us a segment of Augustin Hadelich’s arrangement of Por Una Cabeza by Carlos Gardel.

Yang e-mails me later to ask if I’d like a ticket to their SSO concert. I ask for one to their open rehearsal.

There’s nary a head of white hair among the audience. The seats are occupied by happy young people — mostly women — clapping wildly when they walk on stage and soaking in the Mendelssohn and Bach that follow.

I’m not a classical music lover, but, I, too, enjoyed myself.

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You were certainly the member of the family that your family would gush over, claiming that you are ‘so good with children’ despite the fact you probably hated them but you definitely did better with teenagers. Perhaps it was the lack of communication you had to complete with them however it was what pushed you to work in education - specifically higher education. Not only that but you had decided to dive in Chinese history as your specialised subject, with you covering Chinese studies as a whole. It didn’t come as a surprise to you when you applied at Yonsei University and you got the specific role as an assistant to a professor of Chinese studies who of course was Chinese.

Other than his nationality and his name, you knew little about him. You’d considered googling his name on the Yonsei staff database but you didn’t want to creep anybody out before you’d even met him and besides, you would probably find out that same information just by facing the man anyway. So as your polished heels - brand new, may I add - clicked rhythmically along the university’s equally-as-polished-as-your-shoes tiled floor. There was no intention to be late nor too early, you didn’t want to seem eager just from curiosity regarding some man you’d be working for, so your steps were not hurried in any way.

It was a beautiful spring day in South Korea. The temperature was neither too hot nor to cold and it was in fact just perfect for a first day on the job. Your phone chimed in your bag and you reached in, reading a message from a close friend who’d been supporting your decision to work within education. A smile crawled onto your face, pocketing your phone back into your bag as you lifted your head to meet eyes with a male not much taller than you as you stood in your heels - that were beginning to hurt your ankles.

“Ms l/n, right?” he spoke up and instantly you could recognise this was the man you were so interested to meet, “my name is Wen Junhui.”

“Yes, that’s me,” you replied softly in Chinese and the man’s eyes widened before he grinned, his teeth glittering in the sunlight the corridor’s windows let in, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine,” Junhui mused, seemingly a lot more comfortable in his native language, “and we got beautiful weather today too - I didn’t know you speak Chinese?”

“It was a mandatory class for my Chinese studies degree and well, not to mention I studied in China so I had to learn one way or another.” You laughed, approaching him to close the distance so it didn’t feel as if you had to yell. Your gaze took in the way he wore a suit with no blazer in sight, his white button-up shirt’s sleeves rolled up to his elbows and he carried his laptop in his arms with his laptop bag hanging from his shoulder.

“That’s always nice to know, we teach all of the classes today in Korean,” he gestured with a tilt of his head for you to follow and quietly, you did, “but the final year students get their classes in Chinese - for the same reason as you, we teach Chinese as part of the degree.”

Nodding, you continued to admire the corridor’s decorations as you followed him like a loyal puppy. You expected he’d take you to the first lecture theatre he’d be in today and therefore you had no objections as you had minorly found yourself lost within the maze of corridors anyway.

It was mildly intimidating to stand before Junhui’s first lecture with him. To stand before a few hundred students, all diligently awaiting Junhui to start teaching. You took a glance at him, where he stood proud at the desk with his chin raised as he admired his students.

“As you’ve already noticed, we have a new member joining the Chinese studies department’s staff team,” Junhui stated, his gaze flickering to look at you out of the corner of his eyes, “this is y/n l/n, she is now entertaining the role as my assistant so she’ll be in all of your lectures from now on.”

The lecture hall erupted into mumbling as you shuffled on your feet anxiously, shifting your weight from one foot to the other continuously as eyes landed on you. You hadn’t expected to feel much pressure on you in this job role but as you finalised Junhui’s introduction by greeting the students, it was beginning to weigh down on you. Junhui suddenly cleared his throat into the desk’s microphone, drawing the attention of his students back to him as he began the lecture.

“It’s okay to say if you feel intimidated,” Junhui sighed as he placed a mug of hot liquid before you, listening as you mumbled a thanks, “you definitely seemed it anyway.”

“Was it that obvious?” You sighed as you took a sip of the coffee, eliciting a chuckle from Junhui as he sat at his desk. The two of you had found yourself in Junhui’s office after his first lecture, to which he was eternally grateful for as he needed to find the lecture slides for his next class.

“Just a little,” he mused and you let out a gentle groan, “don’t panic, okay? I get that it’s your first day on the job.”

Your eyes lifted from the steaming mug in front of you to catch a glimpse of Junhui’s small smile before he turned back to his laptop. Unbeknownst to yourself but the sight made your own lips curl up momentarily from the warmth the man had shown you simply on your first day as his assistant.

The early morning sun broke through the university’s many hundreds of windows as it began to rise over the horizon, painting every building in Seoul with hues of oranges and pinks. This morning you’d also had to rise early, for Junhui had a 9am class and you particularly didn’t feel like oversleeping.

“Good morning, Ms l/n,” a voice chirped from behind you, “you’re here incredibly early.”

You turned on your heel to face the Chinese man as he stood with a mug in his hand, steam rising from it as it was freshly made. Beside him stood a slightly taller man, thin yet athletic as the unknown male flashed you a welcoming smile.

“Didn’t want to be late today since it’s your final year students.” You laughed lightly, wrapping your coat around you more as a chill ran through your body thanks to the cold temperature of the morning. Junhui chuckled lightly.

“This is Xu Minghao, a professor of the dance department,” Junhui introduced the taller male and suddenly it was explained how he was so athletic, “he’s a good friend of mine, he’s also Chinese.”

Politely, you acknowledged the male who in return acknowledged you back, still smiling to himself.

“Nice to meet you,” you hummed, your eyes finding their way back to the sunrise behind you, “you must both miss home.”

Junhui made a soft noise, as if unsure he wanted to admit that you were correct at this time but Minghao chuckled into the silence Junhui had left after your statement.

“Very much so, it’s a pleasure to meet you too,” the male turned to his older colleague, sighing as he brought his mug up to his face to steal some warmth, “Junhui are you going to let this poor girl freeze or are we going to your office?”

“This isn’t about y/n,” Junhui scoffed, reaching up to flick Minghao’s forehead, “you’re just using my office as a heater.”

There was whispers, many of them too. Junhui had his fair share of students to say the least - he taught two modules across all three years of the degree , four if they took a year abroad in China. So to say a few had seen you with Junhui would be an understatement. Yet that was your job, was it not? You were his assistant after all, your job was quite literally to be seen with him otherwise you were off doing something that clearly wasn’t your job.

But Junhui’s students couldn’t understand why he even needed an assistant in the first place. It’s not like you were the one teaching them, you would barely utter a word in their direction sometimes unless it was a seminar; especially one teaching the Chinese language. Though they couldn’t deny the way they’d seen him looking at you, perhaps it was blatantly obvious to everyone but the two of you but Junhui had always looked at you with such longing. Maybe they were pushing the boat out too far but colleagues definitely don’t look at each other the way Junhui looked at you.

They’d also never seen him make eye contact with someone for so long, he hadn’t even managed to look at his own students in the eyes as long as he did with you. You couldn’t be a hundred percent blind to it, surely? The way you’d shuffle your weight on your feet or fumble with the stack of papers you were holding. They’d even noticed the way your hands had a slight quiver to them when you passed him a mug of coffee during seminars.

On a hot summer’s day in the beginning of July, you’d been forced to call in sick due to a sudden stomach bug you refused to pass to Junhui or the students. Junhui tapped his pen on the desk, glancing at his phone as the students worked in groups before him. He was thankful he’d exchanged his number with you a few weeks prior to this but he was certainly prioritising you over his classes on this day, constantly keeping his eyes on his phone in case you replied to his concerned messages. You had told him you’d be napping if you could thanks to a rough night’s sleep but he was still hopeful he could speak to you. He was missing your presence following him around campus.

It was glaringly obvious to his students too. One of them cleared their throat in a mild silence the groupwork had brought to the seminar room, catching Junhui’s attention as he raised his head to look upon his students. They all stared at him, how his eyes were a little wide as if he’d even forgotten he was supposed to be teaching at this hour.

“Mr Wen, forgive us if this is pushing it but we have to ask,” one spoke up, watching as Junhui’s eyes fell to them, tapping his heel on the floor, “do you like Ms l/n?”

Junhui quirked a brow, not quite understanding his students’ hints as he glanced amongst them in confusion.

“Well, yeah, of course I do,” Junhui responded with a perplexed tone to his voice, “she’s my colleague.”

There was a low groan emitted from the small gathering of students, mumbling amongst themselves at how naïve their professor came across sometimes despite his age.

“Not like that, Mr Wen,” another student chirped up, the class frustrated they couldn’t get the answer they were looking for, “do you like her romantically?”

The question froze Junhui in his place as he trailed his gaze amongst the expecting students, all awaiting his answer so eagerly but the male didn’t know how to quite process it. Did he like you? He wasn’t really sure himself. Perhaps that was why he’d been staring at his phone - much against the university’s rules, mind you - all day, awaiting for you to reply even when he’d never experienced so much concern for a person before in his life.

He furrowed his brows momentarily, his gaze falling to the desk in front of him where his laptop displayed the seminar’s powerpoint slides and beside it sat his phone, the screen dark from where he hadn’t received a notification. It lit up promptly, displaying the name he’d saved you under in mere seconds as his eyes lit up. His heart began to race slightly and sure enough, he had to settle himself down under the eyes of his students as he turned back to them.

“I’m not sure.” He mumbled, processing the realisation he was undercoming.

When you returned to work, Junhui was prompt to acting as if you were fragile - theoretically bubble wrapping you in every way possible to protect you from getting ill or injured so he would never have to endure a week without you by his side again. You were slightly confused, especially when it was your job to bring him coffees while he worked at his desk and yet here you were, sat before his desk as he stood in the corner of his office where he kept his coffee machine.

He whistled a tune calmly, drumming his fingers on the counter as he waited for the instant coffee to work its magic. His gaze was long out of his office window, watching the clouds dull over the sun and cast an unwelcome grey tone over the skyline. Junhui ultimately kept hoping it wasn’t as obvious to you as it was to his students and he was especially wary of whether he acted too stiff in midst of his own fears of the situation.

“Junhui,” you barely whispered in an attempt to catch his attention, “what’s going on?”

Junhui made a small noise, slightly startled that somewhat sounded like his mind was rebooting as he looked over at you, grabbing the two mugs of hot coffee with a smile.

“What do you mean?” he chuckled, placing one on the coaster in front of you before placing his own down too, “well I mean it’s midterms, they don’t tend to attend class as often right now so we have more spare time.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, reaching to grasp at your mug and take a sip from it.

“Not what I meant and you know it,” you scoffed, watching Junhui’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed in response to your remark, “ever since I came back, it’s like you’re scared I’ll trip over my own feet.”

“Perhaps I am.” He replied bluntly, leaning back in his office chair followed by a sigh. You huffed, throwing yourself back into your chair less smoothly at his remark.

“I get you’re older than me but you don’t need to treat me like a kid with two left feet just because I got ill.” You mumbled and Junhui let out a low chuckle, shaking his head at how pouty you had gotten from the topic.

“How’d you even manage that anyway? None of the students came down with the bug.” He changed topic smoothly but you had caught on and he recognised that by the way you narrowed your eyes at him. You let it pass however, sighing as you recalled how exactly you’d gotten ill.

“I went clubbing with some friends from university as a catch-up while they were in Korea,” it was almost embarrassing to admit to your work superior that you’d perhaps been a little desperate that night, “they tried to hook me up with some guy and I guess we kissed but two days later and I feel like my guts are coming up.”

Junhui tried to hide the disappointment that you were potentially still talking to the guy from the club, a sudden rock in his path against realising how much he was possibly liking you. He tried to shake it off, nodding in acknowledgement as he sipped his coffee once more.

Nothing more had been said after you’d admitted how you fell ill at the club. The guy you’d been seeing from the club owned up that he’d also fell ill and therefore you could no longer put the blame on him and a few days of talking later, the two of you decided to test the waters of dating, giving into the pressure from both of your friend groups. Junhui did everything he could to ignore his missed opportunity and minorly broken heart even if the situation had been unrequited, even if it meant a significantly larger amount of coffees daily and a horrific lack of sleep from him staying up all night playing the piano he kept in his apartment’s lounge. He would be a fool to think his awful coping mechanisms had slipped past Minghao.

“You don’t need more coffee.” Minghao remarked from Junhui’s office door just as the man was about to slip a pot into his coffee machine. He scowled, exhaling and letting his shoulders slump as he turned to face the male.

“Who says?” Junhui huffed in a slight tantrum, causing Minghao to roll his eyes and close the office door behind him with his foot as he wandered over to the older male.

“Your heart when you end up in hospital,” Minghao sneered, taking the coffee pot from Junhui’s hand, “how would you explain that to y/n? ‘Cause that’s who this is about, isn’t it?”

Junhui leaned back on the counter, defeated as he watched Minghao’s slim fingers twiddle with the coffee pot he has holding. A sigh escaped his lips, his eyes closing as he rubbed his forehead. Minghao snorted, letting out a laugh followed by a quiet “I knew it.”

“She started dating the guy she’d met at the club that night, y’know, the one who got her ill?” Junhui started talking as if he was confessing his sins in church but Minghao still listened, “even though he wasn’t the one who actually got her ill, he got ill too- whatever.”

“You dawdled too long after you realised you liked her, Jun,” Minghao mumbled, placing the coffee pot on the counter as his eyes glazed over the dark bags under Junhui’s eyes, “where even is she?”

“She’s teaching one of my seminars right now,” Junhui’s words came out under a sigh once more, “she told me to rest and that she’d teach this seminar so I could nap until this afternoon’s lecture.”

“And yet you were going to make yourself another coffee?” Minghao rose a brow and Junhui groaned, throwing his head back.

“I get it, okay?” he clicked his tongue, running a hand through his hair, “I fucking get it.”

Minghao watched the male, slightly defeated but at least content he’d been able to interfere with yet another dose of caffeine that would soon send Junhui over the edge.

“You should try rest now, I’ll take these coffee pots until you do.” He sighed, watching Junhui nod and tiredly collapse onto the couch on the far side of his office.

“Did you hear that Ms l/n got a boyfriend?” A student whispered to their close friends as they seated themselves in the lecture theatre. All of their gazes fell to where their professor and his obedient assistant stood at the front, preparing for the lecture at hand.

“Really? Maybe that’s why Mr Wen seems so devoid of energy all the time.” A friend replied in a hushed tone and they all nodded in agreement.

“We must have been right y’know, when we questioned him while Ms l/n was ill.” Another one of the group quipped, shoulders drooped as they collectively took in the difference that had become of their professor.

You were more than aware that things had become rocky with Junhui after you started dating the idiot from the club and you had certainly recognised that he’d at least stopped bubble wrapping you however as you navigated the maze of corridors in the staff department, your footsteps rushed as you hung your head low to hide the stream of tears down your face, you were hoping he didn’t reject your need for help.

Junhui’s office seemed to be the furthest side of the staff department, not far from Kim Mingyu of the art department and Yoon Jeonghan of the mathematics department. You wished he wasn’t so far away but as you approached his office, the crowds of staff thinned and there was less eyes on your hunched form. Your knuckle knocked rashly on his office door yet you couldn’t even await an answer from him as you opened the door, slamming it behind you.

There he sat on the office’s couch, a glass of water in his hand and some headache medication on the coffee table in front of him. He sat straight, his eyes landing on you in a matter of seconds thanks to the entrance you’d created.

“Y/n?” he mumbled, furrowing his brows as you sniffled and tried not to burst into crazed sobs before him like a complete fool. He placed the glass of water down, gesturing you over to sit with him and even if you wanted to fight it, your feet guided you to him as if he was home, “what’s wrong?”

That’s all it took for you to choke on your breath, letting out a soft sob as you began to bawl your eyes out, covering your face with your hands as your body shook. Junhui tensed up, not entirely sure how to cope with this - he wasn’t sure if it was because it was rare he’d been in a situation with a crying person or because of how distant the two of you had become but he ultimately settled for pulling your shaking body towards him, letting you rest against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and let you cry. He established that you would speak when you were ready, if you even wanted to tell him that is and after a few minutes, your sobs fell still to small sniffles and hiccups as you calmed down.

“He cheated,” you croaked out, your voice barely staying in one tone as you thought to get oxygen into your lungs, “I was such a fool for thinking I could finally be happy.”

Junhui’s tongue ran along his teeth, his eyes staring at the wall opposite him as his vision almost turned red with anger. How dare he? How dare that absolute imbecile reduce you to this state of vulnerability and at what cost? What did this other girl have that you didn’t? Because he saw you as perfect. You had everything and there was no chance in hell you were replaceable. He treasured everything he could about you, even as your work colleague and almost friend.

“Don’t say that,” Junhui whispered, deciding he should at least try to comfort you as he stroked your hair with one hand, “he didn’t deserve what you had to give him in the first place.”

He was holding back how he’d been feeling in the moment for the sake of not setting you off again not that you were calming down, your breaths quiet and a tissue he’d passed you stuffed up one of your nostrils to stop it running momentarily - attractive, no doubt about it but you couldn’t have cared less about trying to impress Junhui anymore.

You’d fell into some stupid ex-sports student’s trap in an attempt to get over Junhui - or at least the concept that you were beginning to like not only your work superior but a man a few years older than you. You’d rushed desperately into something to stop yourself being heartbroken when he didn’t return your feelings and yet you’d still managed to get your heart shattered when you got attached to the fling you’d acquired.

Yet you would never admit to Junhui that far into the story and Junhui would always settle for what you told him regardless.

September rolled around much to the dismay of the students and the staff as summer came to an end. Yet for Junhui and yourself, you hadn’t cared a bit. He’d seen you fairly often during the break - thanks to that phone number he acquired and in an attempt to comfort you, he’d include in his life even if it just got you out of your dingy apartment. You’d even helped him deep clean his own apartment and that was the day you learnt that Junhui played the piano. He refused to play it in front of you however.

“Good morning, Minghao.” You greeted the tall male as Junhui and yourself approached him. He smiled, his eyes lingering on Junhui for a moment before his gaze fell down to you.

“Morning you two,” he mused, sipping his coffee - you assumed he’d already been to his office before you arrived, “excited for another academic year?”

Junhui groaned from beside you, a scarf wrapped around his neck as the summer temperatures began to fall as South Korea welcomed autumn and its cooler weather. It wasn’t even that cold out and you’d voiced that to him when you’d first taken note of the scarf.

“Far from it,” Junhui sighed, shaking his head as Minghao laughed, “I want to sleep in, even if it’s just for one more day.”

As you watched the two converse, you chewed your lip and pulled your coat around yourself tighter. You’d decided today was the day you admitted to Junhui the stupid work colleague crush you’d developed on him since you began working this job - even more rapidly after he began to comfort you in light of asshole-from-the-club. Junhui had named him that. You’d accepted the fact there was only so much more that your already shattered heart could break.

Quietly sat in your favourite chair in Junhui’s office, your eyes landed on the counter where Junhui used to keep his coffee machine. Your eyebrows knitted together, turning towards where Junhui was typing away on his laptop.

“Where’s your beloved coffee machine gone?” You mused, a little confused since Junhui always had his coffee in the morning especially yet recently you’d noticed how he was always drinking water.

“Change in lifestyle,” he hummed in response, not lifting his eyes from his laptop screen, “why? Already having caffeine withdrawals?”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you sipped the smoothie you’d grabbed from your local convenience store on your way to work this morning.

“Says you - that’s got to be bullshit Junhui.” You taunted, narrowing your eyes at him as he tensed a little under the pressure of your stare.

“Okay fine, I got a bad addiction before the summer break as a coping mechanism so technically it is a change in lifestyle but I had to quit it.” Junhui sighed, leaning back in his chair. His eyes fell to you and your mouth opened slightly with no sound following behind. Had Junhui fell into a caffeine addiction when you fell into that awful relationship coping mechanism? The two of you realised almost simultaneously, both beginning to speak. Junhui laughed awkwardly, gesturing for you to speak first but you shook your head, convinced he should speak first.

“Yes, I like you y/n,” Junhui’s words came out as a low mumble as he no longer kept eye contact with you, fiddling with the wire of his phone charger that fell on his lap, “yes, I fell into a caffeine addiction to cope with you getting in a relationship and I never slept. I promise, I’ve changed now.”

The metallic taste of blood seeped into your mouth as your teeth endlessly put pressure on your lip, trying to fight the smile that was beginning to creep across your face.

“That relationship was a coping mechanism to try get over you because I was certain you’d never feel the same,” you admitted with a soft laugh, tilting your head back as you tried to process how you got into this situation, “if you would have told me sooner, we could have avoided that problem all together?”

“Oh so the blame is on me?” Junhui chuckled, leaning forward on his desk, “will you forgive me if I take you on a date after work?”

“You know what, sure.” You finally let the smile take over, unable to hide the stupid lovestruck grin you were feeling thanks to finally releasing an extremely pent up emotion.

“Mr Wen, how’s Ms l/n?” A student perked up as Junhui set up the seminar slides, causing him to purse his lips. You were attending a meeting in his place so he didn’t have to find cover for this seminar and hence you were absent from the room. Junhui had in fact taken you a restaurant date after work and following it he’d taken you back to his apartment for a drink where he finally played piano for you.

“She’s well, she’ll be back next class.” He hummed, keeping the conversation late as he connected the slides to the projector, preparing to record the seminar however the prompt remark of a student caused him to hover over the record button.

“We knew we could read you like a book.”

#cafeshuaaa #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen jun #moon junhui #wen junhui #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt fanfic #svt #svt jun #professor!au #afab!reader

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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Lee Min Ho (Stray Kids) - Birthday Special Tarot Reading

Happy Birthday to Lee Know!

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: Tarot of the Divine + Starcodes Astro Oracle + Botanical Inspirations Oracle

Spread: Happy Birthday

Questions:

Cake (Something sweet to look forward to)

Candle (Bridges they should burn today)

Ice Cream (Cold hard truth they need to hear now)

Confetti (Blessings for them and the year ahead)

Gift (The achievement they can expect in the year ahead)

Happy Birthday to You (Positive affirmation for them)

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Lee Min Ho

Stage Name: Lee Know

Group: Stray Kids

DOB: 25.10.1998

Sun Sign: Scorpio

Chinese Sign: Earth Tiger

Life Path Number: 8

Masterpost: Stray Kids

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Lee Min Ho

Lee Know (Stray Kids) - Happy Birthday

Decks: Tarot of the Divine + Starcodes Astro Oracle + Botanical Inspirations Oracle

Spread: Happy Birthday

Cake (Something sweet to look forward to) - XIV Temperance + Uranus (Change) + Hydrangea (Thankfulness for Understanding)

Lee Know can look forward to reaching inner harmony and balance. His attitude is likely to change and become more peaceful in the upcoming year. He’s likely to undergo major changes for good. He’s likely to reach inner peace and become kinder and more understanding towards himself. He might realise that the kindness and respect he always has for others should be something he indulges himself in too. He might start to put his well-being a priority in order to heal past harms.

Candle (Bridges they should burn today) - V The Hierophant + Retrograde (Review)

Lee Know needs to let go of old anger, grudges and hurts he has suffered. It’s time to release them. He has been there, done that, got the metaphorical T-Shirt and now it’s time to put it behind him. It’s time for him to accept the fact that not all wrongs will be punished in life and that holding onto feelings of anger will damage him more than the ones who hurted him.

Ice Cream (Cold hard truth they need to hear now) - Ace of Coins + Gloxinia (Love at First Sight & Proud Spirit)

Whether Lee Know wants it or not, the truth is that some people left a footprint on his heart, they marked his soul and he will never ever be the same person he used to be before even if they leave. People we meet influence and shape us, no matter how we try to defy them. Sometimes it’s for our benefit, sometimes we end up scarred and bleeding and in tears. The point is to always learn something from the experience and do it better next time.

Confetti (Blessings for them and the year ahead) - 7 of Coins + Libra (Balance) + Crocus (Cheerfulness)

We mentioned before that Lee Know can look forward to reaching better inner balance and it’s reappearing here. Lee Know will finally learn to value his own work in a more mature and permanent way, he will get the necessary perspective to tell when it’s sensible to work hard and when it’s time to dismiss a project and better start fresh. He might look delicate and fragile on the outside at times but his core is cheerful and always seeing the good in everything.

Gift (The achievement they can expect in the year ahead) - VII The Chariot + Gemini (Cross-Pollinate) + Pink Rose (Grace & Sweetness)

Lee Know might actually do his dream collaboration project with someone in the year ahead of him. If he has been dreaming about teaming up with another artist, this year he’s likely to be successful as long as he thinks positive and keeps on networking and cultivating his professional relationships. In order to have sweet dreams at night we need to learn to have sweet thoughts before bedtime. Before Lee Know can collaborate with someone he admires, he needs to be certain about his goals and his skills.

Happy Birthday to You (Positive affirmation for them) - 6 of Swords + Honeysuckle (Domestic Happiness & Devoted Affection)

Words have power. And it applies to Lee Know’s words, too. Kind words go a long way and have healing power. He should never forget about that and always be thoughtful and supportive not only to others but to himself as well. Be kind to yourself, Lee Know. Speak with admiration and kindness about yourself because your words have the power to heal or harm and it depends on you which meaning you will give them.

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dregstrash · 1 year

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i think i like you (maybe more than i should)

a/n: “I Think I Like You” by the Band CAMINO has literally been on repeat for a while, and I just had to write a short and sweet fluff filled Zoyalai fic for it.

AO3

Summary: Zoya has a realization

Zoya felt her heart start to sink to the bottom of her stomach.

It was like a rock that sliced through the calm of an unbothered lake.

The growing realization of something that should have never parted through the clouds of her own oblivion was now shining a light on the complete obvious.

And at the center of it all had everything to do with the man who was so casually sitting in her living room. Zoya had never been the kind of person who let other people into her personal space, but there he was.

After three years of being his friend, it was like Zoya had just looked up and found threads of him woven tightly into the fabric of her life.

His coffee in her pantry– for the days he couldn’t be bothered to travel all the way back to his own home.

The candles he got for her birthday– because he found out that she liked to take baths, and he insisted that the best baths were by candlelight.

The books he bought her when she started to miss her aunt and her niece– the pages filled with his thoughts or observations.

His favorite movies on her TV.

The random texts throughout her day when he was bored in class.

He had become a fixture in any of Zoya’s stories.

A habitual name that crossed her lips anytime Genya asked how she was doing.

A pervasive presence that started to hang around the corners of her dreams.

She started to wish that she had never seen him in her life. She almost wished that he had remained the stranger on campus. The anonymous stranger that would have used his handsomeness to try to get her number and then melt back to the crowd of rejections when she inevitably told him no.

And part of her hated him for not being what she expected.

He was supposed to be self-centered, narcissistic, and arrogant. Which he was. Sometimes.

What Zoya wasn’t expecting was for him to also be sharp, considerate, dependable, and one of the only people in her life who saw her edges and bitterness and didn’t feel the need to try and soften her.

Nikolai was the last person Zoya wanted to let past her guard. But he had done it.

Slowly.

Accidentally.

And as she looked at him now. His hair lacked its usual gelled style. His faded t-shirt wrinkled and worn. His feet hanging off the side of the armrest of her couch. That sinking realization had made its way down into her stomach and gave her a lurch that felt like the floor had disappeared from under her.

“If I don’t die from trying to remember every fact of global politics in Eastern Europe, do you think we could get food from that Chinese place Genya recommended?” His voice sliced through her thoughts, and Zoya coughed to hide her surprise.

“Y-yeah,” She managed. Her voice sounded strange in her ears. Her chest felt oddly tight. Her heart seemed to have lodged in her throat.

He must have heard how odd she sounded because he looked up from his textbook and caught her eyes.

His were hazel in this light. A warm golden color. Open. Curious. And looking right at her.

She had never really noticed that they could be beautiful. Not to say that she had never thought Nikolai was conventionally attractive. But it had always felt like an objective fact. Something not worth mentioning. Like she’d never mention how the sky was blue or that ice cream was the best dessert.

Noticing him now was odd at best. It’s not like she–

No. No. Zoya felt panic start to creep into her blood. This can’t be happening. He’s just a friend. I can’t possibly lik–

“Zo? Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” She said a little more firmly. Zoya tried to force a casual tone. “Yeah, we can get Chinese. But you still owe me from last time we went out. So you’re buying.”

“Whatever you say, Nazyalensky.” He laughed and went back to reading. Except his smile was still lingering on his face.

Nikolai had always been a smiler. It was one of the things that Zoya found to be annoyingly endearing.

But this wasn’t just a smile to be polite or to charm or to make him seem friendlier. This was a smile that was comfortable and familiar.

A smile that Zoya was surprised to find herself mirroring.

And it was then, and only then, that she thought: Shit.

#zoyalai #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #zoya x nikolai #king of scars #kos #grishaverse #college au #fluff #short and sweet #i have literally been obsessed with this song for forever

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svtinq · 2 years

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omg i love ur hs headcanons, can i request like the genshin boys but as substitute teachers? preferably childe, zhongli, itto, diluc, xiao and kaeya plss - if thats too much its fine!!

teachers? oml bloody genius

genshin boys as substitute teachers (ft. DCKZ + xiao and itto)

Diluc

"good afternoon everyone"

grumpy

"quiet when I take the role, I want no funny business."

probably leaves the class alone most of time bc he has "emails to send"

sighs so mf loud when the class gets too loud

sipping his black coffee every two seconds while he's typing away on his computer

established the fact that he can answer your questions at the start of the class bc he has a "literature degree" even though he's taking a physics class

looks busy and scary enough that no one approaches him w/ their "literature" questions

wearing a low buttoned black shirt and hair tied back in a low ponytail

he's the teacher u wanna get a piece of ifykyk

girls and gays be whispering about him after class

actually a really good teacher, very coherent and answers the question

Childe

"oh let me see what you guys are doing..."

the P.E teacher sub who forgot they had to be here.

turns the air con on SO HIGH and is still sweating

forgets to take the role until theres 10 minutes left of the class

let's you out 5 minutes if you promise not to "trip and die" in the five minutes left bc he doesn't want to get sued.

super chill, i promise you that you will get no work done

has those casual conversations with the class, the vibe turns grey after you figure out he has a fiance.

too dumb w/ a lack of credentials to answer literally anything so he insists the questions you ask him aren't included in his paycheck

"trigonometry? oh yeah .. no"

if you are picking subjects/university courses, expect him to give a big lecture about taking sports science or coaching

Kaeya

"shoosh, shush shushs sushsuuhs shhhhhh"

" you guys are giving me a bloody migraine"

the sub that everyone loves

you hear cheering when he walks into the room

sits down and rolls his eyes before proceeding with the role call - he knows he's iconic

drippyy

"so rachel what's up with you and bryan?"

adopts and i mean adopts every child

will be patrolling at lunch and get bombarded

wanted to leave the school one time but the kids protested

very attractive, 10/10 teacher crush material

zhongli

he's a chinese teacher with the cutest accent

zhongli is like unintentionally funny, theres just too much of a cultural difference

when substituting for an english class he walks in, stares at everyone, smiles and nods before sitting down and not saying a word for the rest of the lesson

"a-aron"

mispronounces literally every name on the role, not just the exotic ones

will see a chinese last name on the roll and his face lights up

proceeds to have a conversation in chinese on the spot while everyone is just confused

also very attractive and always well groomed

bitch comes to teach in a suit every day

if you get him at the end of the day and he's tired, your tired, seeing him taking his suit jacket off and loosening his tie is gonna keep you awake ALL NIGHT - different kind of caffeine bro

xiao

tired substitute

studying to teach chemistry/physics cause I swear the science department is always on their last line

seeing him not be tired and smile is like seeing a shooting star bitch, you better wish you could take a picture

has tattoos and is forced to cover them up, but he fucked the system and still wears sleeveless tops and turtlenecks anyway

NECK TATTOO PLS

apprentice teacher so he's really young and seggsy ijsnvils n burnt out ig

"oh you need help with this one?"

talks in the deepest and calmest voice and leans over your shoulder to read the question

the guys don't really like him, oh i wonder why?

this sexy asian man is the standard be sure to ask a lotta questions ;)

itto

retired athlete

he probably played rugby

the girls would be asking questions and accidently find out his athlete profile

known around the school and sticks out like a sore thumb, a big thicc thumb

doesn't care if the class if loud asf but the teachers next door always tell him off

"okay so we're gonna have to turn the volume down by like 35 okay?"

yeah no he's not gonna be able to answer any questions but he tries really hard

the younger year levels bully him while the older ones drool over him

if you come to school early enough he'll be in the school pool swimming laps or running on the track field

forgets to call the role, the administration is not happy with him lmao

"so how was everyone's weekend?"

wears tank tops and basketball shorts to school

goes wack on house spirit day - #1 contender to be voted to wear the school dress

the head of the sports department is really done with babysitting him

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(G) I-DLE: First Chapter 1: First Encounter

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This story is my first ever finished series in Wattpad, and I decided to port this here to broaden the audience. Also, more Idle content for those who are fans of the (G) I-RLS. It's already a two-year old story so there's that too.

I added something different here compared to the original run, as this story would feature an entirely different OC instead of the 'Y/N' thing that I always used to represent the main character. Also, this story has 62 chapters. If you want to check this out on Wattpad, click here.

Masterlist? Click here.

Cover done by @usedpidemo

Enjoy!

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Kim Hanjin had trouble fitting to the new country of South Korea. Ever since his father purchased a lot of shares from a famous entertainment company here, his family immediately decided to move to manage the business a lot better. Hanjin’s father wanted to train him despite their wealth, and therefore requested for him a place in the company in order to practice his profession. At the age of 22, finishing a management degree in his university ought to give him a good position anyway. Regardless, he was entirely oblivious to the fact that South Korea’s entertainment industry was very dominant during the recent years, and the company where his father employed him, CUBE entertainment, was actually one of the famous agencies that had already produced a lot of remarkable talents throughout the years.

Today was his second week as assistant manager for a girl group called (G) I-dle, but since the group was in-tour when he was hired, this was actually the first time he was about the meet the girls. He had not heard of K-pop when his family lived back at the coasts of Sweden, but considering his job and his bloodline being Half-Korean, he had to check the kind of music the people he was managing were producing; including their respective names.

-Outside CUBE ENT. Conference Room-

Gosh, this will take a while. I’m so nervous, Hanjin thought to himself as he checked his wristwatch. The girls are supposed to be meeting him around 11 am that day. It was already half past that hour. His right leg repeatedly tapped the floor as he sat beside the door of the conference room, his suitcase violently shaking beside his leg. Who knew that meeting these so called Idols would be such a big deal to me. They were fine when I saw them on the MVs but this is different.

The sound of the conference door opening caused Hanjin’s leg to stop tapping. A dressed lady went out and spoke to him.

“Mr Kim Hanjin, the girls would like to meet you know,” she said, smiling through her glasses.

Hanjin Immediately stood up, brushed his button-down shirt and fixed his collar and finally picked up his suitcase before entering the room. The conference room had a large, rectangular table in the middle, with each of the sides lined with chair which, to his memory, were always empty for the past few weeks. But now, the six chairs opposite the door were occupied by six figures he could identify as (G) I-DLE, albeit not individually.

“Ladies,” manager Lee said, standing up and gesturing towards me. “This is Kim Hanjin, and he will be my assistant manager from now on.”

“Whoa! Hello there! It’s so nice to meet you,” said the short-haired blonde girl to him. She stood up and waved her hand at me.

“Hanjin, this is (G) I-DLE. You will manage them starting today,” Manager Lee continued. “I got to say they are pretty damn hard to manage.” She chuckled.

“Aigoo,” replied the blonde girl from earlier. “Manager Lee’s right. We’ll give you one hell of a trouble Hanjin”

“Well then, I’ll all leave you to get acquainted. Hanjin, good luck,” said manager Lee as she exited the room.

“H-hello,” Hanjin stuttered, looking at the girls.

“Assistant Manager Kim,” said the orange-haired girl next to the blonde one. “Please don’t be shy.”

“A-ah, please, Just call me Hanjin. I think we don’t have that much of an age gap anyway,” smiled Hanjin.

“Okay then. My name is Yuqi and I’m of Chinese descent. These are our members:

“This is Soyeon-unnie,” she said, pointing to the blonde girl from earlier. “She is our leader and she speaks for most of us. She’s a crackhead too like me.”

Soyeon smiled and laughed at Yuqi’s introduction of her.

“This is Miyeon-unnie,” gesturing towards the small faced girl with very long hair. “She’s the eldest of us but the youngest in brain cells. She is our Vocalist.”

Miyeon tapped Yuqi’s arm at her description of her and then proceeded to stand. “Hanjin-oppa, please ignore her. I’ll do the introductions from now on. Hanjin, please meet our other Vocalist, Minnie. She’s Thai and is very pretty like me.”

The girl with bangs smiled and waved at me. The Plain-faced girl seated beside her stood up and spoke,

“Aigoo, I think I am the prettiest here.”

Damn she is very pretty. What the fuck. Hanjin thought to himself.

“Ah that is Shuhua. She’s our youngest and the group’s visual. She’s very playful and very much obsessed with me,” Miyeon remarked. “She’s from Taiwan.”

“Yes because Miyeon is MINE oppa.” Said Shuhua as her other members laughed.

She really looks like and angel, what the fuck. Hanjin proceeded to stare at Shuhua’s bare faced beauty while the rest of the group laughed at their maknae.

“I thought Soojin was yours?” Minnie asked to Shuhua. “Ah by the way, Hanjin-oppa, this is Soojin. She’s Korean and serves as our group’s main dancer.”

The girl with the round face and very bright red lips smiled at Hanjin. The charm from her smile cut him from being bathed at Shuhua’s visuals.

“Be careful Hanjin Oppa,” Minnie added. “She’s dangerous.”

Soojin proceeded to wink at Hanjin.

Wow she’s pretty hot. Hanjin thought to himself.

“WHOAAAAA!” the entire group exclaimed at what Soojin did. “She’s already showing her powers!”

Everyone else laughed which made Hanjin Smile.

“It was actually nice to know that you guys aren’t that… scary as I thought,” remarked Hanjin, finally able to ease his own atmosphere. “I hope I could be a good manager for all of you and I look forward to working to all of you,” he bowed.

“WHOAAAAAAA!” the group said at unison once again.

“Manager-nim is still nervous omo,” exclaimed Yuqi. “Well, I have a better idea: let’s tour you to our rooms above. I’m pretty sure no one else toured you yet.”

“Um, yes that’s right.”

“TO THE ROOMS WE GO!” Miyeon and Minnie said loudly at once, taking each other’s arm and walking towards the conference door.

The rest of the group stood up. Soyeon and Yuqi darted quickly towards their unnies, while Shuhua immediately cleaned up her phone and drink. “Last one to the rooms’ a rotten egg!” she said towards Hanjin, and speeding off towards her fellow group members.

Hanjin could hear their voiced trailing off from the hallway as they went off towards their dorms. He turned his head back towards the table and Soojin was sorting the last pieces of her things and fixing everyone else’s chairs.

“Sorry Manager-nim. They are a bunch of crackheads,” she quipped.

“It’s okay. You can call me Hanjin. It’s Soojin, right?”

Soojin nodded and supplied him a very wide smile. “Let’s follow them towards the rooms. I’m sure you’d want to know where you’d sleep for this evening as well as the nights ahead.”

Gosh I’m going to manage a bunch of crackheads, Hanjin thought to himself as he followed Soojin out of the conference room.

#kpop gg #kpop smut #gidle #minnie #shuhua #soojin #miyeon #yuqi #soyeon #male reader #fanfic #kpop #first

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October Drabble Mashup: Seo Changbin

Characters: Changbin x female reader

Genre/warnings: body swap au, serial killer au, horror, angst, mentions of murder, knives, reader is written to be taller than changbin, reader doesn’t know how to fight lmao

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a/n: part of the october drabble mashup

When you woke up this morning, this wasn’t where you expected to end up later that night: pinned on the ground with hands around your throat, staring up into your own eyes. You’d never seen your own features twist into such a maniacal smile before and it sent a shiver down your spine.

The morning of October 31st, you found yourself in someone else’s body. You weren’t sure how or why -- you didn’t go to some Chinese restaurant like in Freaky Friday or touch any strange knives like in Freaky -- but you found yourself in a body that was not only closer to the ground, but adding on an extra part. As you stared at the mirror in horror that morning, you saw black short hair with bangs that cut across your dark eyes, strong muscular arms that filled out your black t-shirt well, and short legs that you really had to get used to.

You turned into some short man. But oh, it wasn’t just any short man.

Seo Changbin was a seemingly normal guy during the day. He worked at some shitty takeout place that honestly should’ve been shut down by the health department a long time ago. He had a handful of ragtag friends that he would hang out with either around the local hole-in-the-wall bar or committing minor crimes with just to run from the cops for fun.

But Changbin was so much more than what he seemed during the day.

The last few months, the city and surrounding areas had been terrorized by a serial killer that police had yet to catch. Whoever it was, was very careful about cleaning up after themselves. But they also didn’t have any pattern to their victims. No rhyme or reason, just a random mess of dead bodies that would be found by poor, unsuspecting bystanders in the morning. However, the killer always ended up strangling them to death with a pair of leather gloves, and would carve a small heart into their chest as a signature.

The body you were in was that of that nameless serial killer. You now knew his name and even his face. And he knew yours; and your body.

He was beyond confused when he woke up, but then quickly realized he could use this to his advantage. Not only was he taller now -- he finally knew the luxury of being able to reach the top shelf -- but nobody would suspect some random girl who seemed to stay under the radar. No criminal record, no ties to anybody bad, and no reason to be a murder.

Changbin knew he’d have to find his body and take care of it before you could discover his secret. He knew his friends had wanted to go out to some nightclub that night to celebrate Halloween, so he hoped that you’d go without making a fuss. Otherwise, he could always try going back to his apartment to see if you’d holed yourself up there Thankfully, after putting his address into your phone -- now his phone -- he saw you didn’t live too terribly far away. The train ride would be a couple hours but that wasn’t too bad. He figured he’d enjoy his day in an unsuspecting body before going to find you at the club. Besides, where would you go? What would you tell anyone?

You did, in fact, go with Changbin’s friends. You weren’t sure what to tell them, and you were kind of afraid they’d hurt you if you acted strange. They seemed grungy and tough, being adorned with piercings, tattoos, and very bad resting bitch faces.

“You sure you’re good, Binnie?” a tall one with slicked back firetruck red hair asked. “Did you snort something again?”

You shook your head, trying to act nonchalant, “No, no, I’m good.”

You hoped that maybe whoever this Changbin guy was remembered that he made these plans with his friends and you would run into him -- well, rather you -- at this nightclub. But that wouldn’t be the relief you thought it would be.

It wasn’t hard to lure you into the one-person gender neutral bathroom. You saw your body wave you over, dressed in some skimpy dress that you didn’t even remember stuffing into the back of your closet, with some cat ears on your head and a nose drawn on as if that was a costume. You followed, staring up at the back of your own head with your heart beating out of your chest.

But as soon as you stepped into the bathroom, your own hands slammed into your shoulders, your back hitting the door to slam it shut. Changbin reached behind you to lock the door before his nails -- your glue-on Halloween nails that you’d done 3 days prior -- dug into your shoulders and threw you further into the bathroom, landing on the floor by the toilet.

Changbin knew his body was stronger than his current one, but the difference was that Changbin still knew how to fight. You may have been in the stronger body, but you didn’t have a clue what you were doing. This wasn’t his first rodeo, so it was easy to subdue you.

So here you were: your body pinning your arms down with your own long legs, and your hands wrapped around your own throat.

“Why are you doing this?!” you cried desperately, your strong hands clawing at his manicured ones.

“Oh,” he cocked his head to one side with a smirk, making the cat ears fall forward a little, “did you not figure out who I am? You’ve been in my body all fucking day and you didn’t do anything with it? Damn, you are boring.”

You didn’t understand what he was saying it. Was he supposed to be somebody important? Somebody you’d seen on TV or heard on the radio?

“Does ‘The Valentine Killer’ ring any bells?”

Your eyes widened, staring into your crazed ones.

The giggle that left your body’s lips didn’t even sound like you, “There ya go, sweetheart."

“What if we can switch back?! We can figure this out!”

“Why would I want that?” he chuckled in your voice. “Do you know how much fun this will be? Nobody’s gonna suspect that I could kill anyone.”

You babbled, begging and pleading with Changbin to let you go, knowing anything you said or did would be futile but you were scared. You didn’t want to die, much less in a body that didn’t belong to you. Your own loved ones couldn’t even mourn your death because nobody would know it was you that had died.

“Y’know, this is a nice body you’ve got here,” he mused as his grip on your neck grew tighter and tighter. Your legs flailed as you tried to get him off, but they were too short to use to your advantage. “Hope you don’t mind if I keep it.”

Changbin watched in some sick, twisted amusement as the light drained from his own eyes. It was a weird rush feeling his own body beneath him go limp, head falling to the side as your hands slipped away.

He didn’t release your neck until he was sure you were dead. Then he took the small pocket knife that he strapped under his dress to his thigh and tore open your shirt just enough to carve a small heart into your chest. Then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek, leaving a red stain in the shape of your lips on his own skin.

He stood, put his knife away, and fixed his dress. Then he went to the door and opened it just enough to slide out, making sure to press the lock into the door on the inside before he closed it.

He was met with a couple who very clearly wanted to use that bathroom for different reasons than him. He cleared his throat and pretended to swipe lipstick from the bottom corner of his lip.

“You might not want to go in there,” he told them, leaning in toward them for them to hear over the music. “He’s a bit of a mess.”

#tw: murder #changbin #stray kids #changbin au #changbin imagine #changbin oneshot #changbin scenario #changbin drabble #changbin fic #changbin x reader #stray kids au #stray kids imagine #stray kids oneshot #stray kids scenario #stray kids drabble #stray kids fic #stray kids x reader

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