PAIRING: Odysseus! Gojo Satoru x Penelope! Reader
GENRE: Historical Drama | Romance
STATUS: Coming Soon
SYNOPSIS: Gojo Satoru was meant to return home after the war, but the fates had other plans. Twenty years, countless trials, and a relentless storm of enemies stand between him and his beloved.
INSPIRED BY: EPIC the Musical by Jorge Rivera-Herrans
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"Promise me you'll come back."
The scent of iron and smoke still clings to him, a ghost of the battles he's fought, but when her fingers trace the scars on his skin, he realizesâthis is the kind of war he fears most. Not one of swords and blood, but of longing, of a love so deep it threatens to unravel him more than any enemy ever could.
"I will," he swears, managed to choke out, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles. "Not even the gods can keep me from you."
But the gods are listening as they are cruel.
That single moment lingers, just for a moment. Gojo Satoru cradles his newborn son in his arms, his thumb brushing gently over the babyâs impossibly small fingers. The little boy stirs, letting out a soft whimper, and Gojo leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead.
"My little warrior," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. "My Son..."
His heart clenches. This should be a beginning, a lifetime ahead of teaching, guiding, watching his son grow. Instead, it feels like an ending.
A final farewell.
He straightens, eyes meeting Y/Nâsâthe love of his life, the woman he is leaving behind. She holds their son close, her expression unreadable, but he knows. He knows the weight of this goodbye will never fade.
"I will come back to you."
Not even the gods can keep him from them.
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(Or, pretending that Teyvat uses certain languages based on the regions.)Â
Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, ChildeÂ
â§ You donât remember what prompted you to emit this word specifically, however, its occurrence was as natural as the auroras in the Snezhayan sky. During a typical day, when you were casually conversing with Pierro, you just replied with:
âOf course, just be careful, mel.â (honey)
It was out before you could register it, and you hoped he didnât catch on. But it's known that nothing passes by the Jester unnoticed. Pierroâs gaze was uncharacteristically stunned, yet it softened the moment he turned to you.Â
âItâs been⊠centuries since you called me that.âÂ
You averted your gaze away in shame, muttering a small apology. But the Director stepped closer to you, his gloved fingers brushing underneath your chin to look you tenderly in the eyes.Â
âNo, no. I do not seek an apology. You often called me melimelum (honey apple) during our days of guilelessness. Go on. Utter these words for me once more. I must know whether you remember them as much as I do.âÂ
Meeting his gaze, you stammered upon your words but managed to convey âmi melâ (my honey) for him again despite your coy disposition. The Jester smiled as if an eon-long frost had been melted off his heart. Thus, he leaned closer to relish your lips in his, whispering. Â
âThatâs more like it, corculum (sweetheart). These words are always sweeter when uttered by your lips.âÂ
â§ It is no one's surprise that you and Capitano participate in convivial challenges. Who else would match the harbingerâs fierce ambition for competition if it weren't for you, his partner? From duels, training, and games, to even⊠endearing nicknames. Yes, just loudly calling each other cute nicknames until the other gives up, in the privacy of your own home.Â
âYou may be the strongest man in Tevyat, Capitano, but!â - you loudly proclaimed âI can still defeat you in a battle of wits.âÂ
âYour words bring forth a challenge that I seek, my beloved. If you dare to challenge me, know that I will not back down.âÂ
âHmph!â - you crossed your arms, a triumphant smile already gracing your features. âMy dear, sweet Captain. Donât be so sure of yourself. Itâs clear that I love you more.âÂ
âAbsurd,â - Capitano clenched his fists, his resolve is unshaken. âMy love for you brings mountains to dust and the seas to dry. It is clear that I love you more.âÂ
âTsk, tsk. I can still express my love in a far wider range, geliebter (loved one).â - There it was. Your special attack as you spoke confidently back. â You better not underestimate me.âÂ
The Captain froze, his stance now rigid. Even through his pitch-black helmet, you could see you seized him off-guard. A word he has not heard in centuries, even more so, you put in the effort to pronounce it correctly. The Harbinger stepped closer, his sharp fingers gently cupping your cheeks.
âMy dear, cherished, loved engelchen (little angel). Where did you learn that from? Such sweet words will not be tolerated. I shall memorize the entire dictionary to out-win you in this battle of precious monikers.âÂ
âOh yeah? Weâll see, herzblatt (sweetheart), because I did my research! So I win!â - you mumbled proudly, even when Capitano kept squishing your face by squeezing your cheeks lovingly.Â
Your little âwarfareâ was left at that, and you didnât think much of it afterward. A successful conquest; or so you credulously thought. Little did you expect, that in a couple of days, Capitano would burst into the room, a thick book in his hand labeled âDictionary & Encyclopedia of Teyvat's Ancient Languagesâ.
âMy dear, you wonât believe this! I have found a compelling addition to what I must call you, notlazohtlĂ©." (my precious thing)
âU-um, Capitano. You didn't actually spend days trying to memorize a whole⊠dictionary, did you?â
âNonsense. A warrior never backs down from a challenge. Especially one bestowed upon him by his yĆltzin.â (lover)
â§ When Il Dottore heard you speak, he had to ensure the grip on his book was firm. He swore he almost dropped it but made sure to conceal it, as his back was facing you while he stood in front of bookshelves.Â
âWhat did you just say?â
âHabibiâ - you retorted simply. âOr, do you prefer azizam?â (my dear)
There was a prolonged silence coming from the Doctor. The sound of this native tongue brought a conflicting range of abrupt disgust and wistful familiarity. Yet Dottore clenched his jaw; there wasnât an ounce of humor in his voice, and he would much rather go on pretending he hadnât heard you say those words.Â
"What are those harebrained names you are calling me? Has your time in Sumeru made you so asinine?"
You were not surprised he reacted this way. Nonetheless, It was futile to hide your solemn disappointment, so you sighed - "Never mind..."Â
The book he had been flicking through was gradually set aside. Although you couldnât read his expression, he remained eerily still.Â
"Say it again."Â
"Hm?"Â
"I said,â - Il Dottore suddenly turned, stepping closer to firmly set his hands on the table, looming over you. âSay it again."Â
Oh no, you thought. âI said habibi. Like people in the Sumeru desert region often say⊠But I thought youâd loathe it so maybe aziz-âÂ
Your words were cut off, as the Harbinger cupped your jawline and made sure to silence your doubts with his own lips. The sudden kiss was as sweet and warm as honey, and as ardent and fiery as the blazing deserts of Sumeru.Â
âI was not being serious.â - He explained after leaning away, even if his scoff came out stilted. He didnât mean to be rude, instead, he was impressed you went your way to learn these expressions. His hold on your jaw abates in an instance âCall me whatever you want.
You blink - âWell, you studied like⊠twenty languages since you were a student. So I wanted to gauge your reaction. What about âmy heartâ? was it kalbi, orâŠ?âÂ
â...Ya balsam qalbi (O balm of my heart), you just called me a dog.â
The Doctor couldnât help but laugh at your antic. Your sweet attempts at endearment were beyond him, especially when you fumbled on pronunciation. Thus, he settled with teasing you, locking his lips back with yours. You could feel his love wash over you like the gentle breeze blowing across the sand; carrying away any lingering worries and leaving you with the joy of being with him.
â§ Scaramouche abhors seeing couples being all mushy and sweet in public. Lovers giggling when embracing under the shade? Ugh. Calling each other cute nicknames as they walk? Disgusting. Stealing discreet kisses while no one is looking? Nauseating!Â
His reaction is nothing new for you, as he frequently crossed his arms in annoyance. Particularly after a nearby married couple passed by the two of you, one of them saying âAnata, don't forget to buy some sugar and flour on our way home.â - Just people going on with their lives. What you didn't expect was how the Puppeteer would latch to your arm and accuse you:
âWhy are you not calling me that!?âÂ
You blinked in bewilderment - â...what?âÂ
Scaramouche huffed, his expression sour - âYou know what! Dropping the semi-formalities and using Anata (dear). Don't make me repeat myself.âÂ
âBut that's how married couples refer to each other.â
âSo?âÂ
Silence. The two of you awkwardly stood still, frozen. And then it clicked. âI canât believe my ears⊠The 6th of The Fatui Harbinger,âÂ
âWait, I take it back ââÂ
âIs asking me,âÂ
âDonât. Donât you daââÂ
âTo use anata, like a precious spouse would do to their loved one! Aaa!â - you gushed and beamed, your tone countering Scaramoucheâs flustered groans, while he tugged at his hat to conceal his furrowed eyebrows. âShould I welcome you home with a cute pink apron, telling you that dinner and a bath are ready, too? Or maybe, offer you something else⊠âÂ
âYouâre insufferable. I regret even bringing this up now.âÂ
âFine, Fine. I'll stop." - you sighed after a hearty chuckle. âSometimes, rigid formalities can appear as an insult too, you know. After all, what sort of sweetheart would I be if I didnât consider your troubles."
You mused innocently at the mental image of using terms of endearment like a married couple. However, your imagination was interrupted as the Harbinger took it upon himself to grab your waist, pulling you flush against him.
"Did I tell you to stop? If we're going to pretend to be a cute, married couple - then do so properly. Besides, what was that part about offering something else when greeting me back home?âÂ
â§ When you prepare little surprises for your beloved Pantalone, you often come up to him with contagious excitement, eager to show what nick-nacks and artifacts you brought along. This time, you recently returned from an expedition in Liyue, and as always your affluent partner greeted you with honeyed enthusiasm, embracing you tightly as you spoke of your adventures.
âPantalone, Pantalone!â - You exclaimed gleefully âI learned something new while I was staying in Liyue Harbour!âÂ
âOh? And do tell, sweetheart, what is it that caught your curiosity this time?â - Pantalone spoke elegantly, helping you undress from your adventuring garbs.Â
âI was familiarizing myself with certain literary texts and it led me down a rabbit hole of traditional phrases common in Liyue⊠And I figured out how to call you precious! BÇobÇo!â (baby)Â
Pantaloneâs eyes shot wide open with renowned zeal. He grinned and clasped his hands, âOh, my treasure! How adorable of you! And did you go all the way out just to learn this for me? Let me hear you say it again.â
âBÇobÇo! It suits you! Or maybe you prefer xÄ«n'gÄn?â (heart and soul)
Pantalone was ecstatic, his smile further widening - âMy, my, you certainly worked on your pronunciation. Your stay in Liyue paid off then, because dear, you are making me swoon with your adorable surprises. Pray tell, what other phrases did you learn?âÂ
âWell, I was told that lÇogĆng (hubby) is good.â
âMhm, yes, yes.â - Pantalone nodded.
âAlso huĂ i bÄo,â (naughty)
âO-oh?â
âAnd wÇ yĂ o nÇ,â (I want you)
âO-.... oh,â
âAnd also shÇjĂŹn yÄ«diÇn (go harder), but I was told this one is a little bit intense.â
The Regrator became motionless. You gazed at him with such pure naĂŻvetĂ©, so oblivious that your charming perception didn't grasp the weight of these foreign words. He placed his hands on your shoulders firmly and inquired seriously: Â
âMy sweetheart. Who, exactly, taught you all this?â
âWell, so. There was this lady who had a small perfumery shop by Chihu Rock. I think her name was Ying'er.â - you pondered but smiled âShe was a nice lady, she taught me all these phrases, and said they would work like a charm!â
Pantalone had to exert all his mental strength to avoid fainting or exploding. He is unsure of what exactly, but one more word from you and he'd drop to his knees with a ring for you. Rather than translating your earlier words, the Harbinger lets out a shaky sigh and focuses on controlling his hitched breathing.
âOh, ShÇguÄ (silly). If you were unsure of the words' meanings, you could have just asked me and I would have demonstrated. Personally.â
â§ It was another day at Tartagliaâs family home in Snezhnaya. You visit him often and his family has long since welcomed you as part of their household. Especially the siblings, as Teucer and Tonia always welcome you with tight embraces whenever you arrive.Â
When you found your beloved Childe in the kitchen, he innately greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, asking: âYouâre right on time, sweetpea. Weâre planning on making homemade meat dumplings. Maybe some borscht as a side dish too. Is that okay with you?âÂ
To which you simply nodded, already moving to help - âOf course, milyy (sweet). Do you need me to start with the bullion?âÂ
The Harbinger stopped. He never heard you use native terms, but when he registered your words, his head quickly snapped toward you in astonishment.
âDo my ears deceive me?! Did you just call meâŠ!âÂ
Aha, so you got him. You tried to hide your giddiness, a faint grin threatening to appear - âWell, I just tried to use something new. You love nicknames, right? So perhapsâŠâÂ
âSay it again!â - The man practically leaped at you, his eyes now glowing with elation as he hyped you up to reveal your cards.Â
âOkay, okay big guy, just take it easy. I just said milyy (sweet). Maybe youâd like it if I said⊠lyubimyy (darling)?â
Tartaglia gasps as your sweet words hit his ears, but then a wide grin spreads across his face. âOh, is this a challenge? If so, fight me! I will shower you with more love for each sweet word coming out of your mouth. But I warn you, you'll have to use them a lot more often from now on.âÂ
He kisses your cheeks again, this time with even more passion and fervor while he cupped your cheeks. His lips felt like waves crashing against the shore, and each one left an invisible imprint of love and adoration on your soul. As you chuckle at his affectionate antics, small hushed voices interrupt you two.Â
Teucer and his sister Tonia were peeking behind the kitchen door, giggling as they eavesdropped on you two. However, when Tartaglia caught their gazes, the rascals scurried away giggling.
âHey! Quite sneaking in! Did your parents not teach you to give adults some privacy?âÂ
Latin: melimelum (honey-apple), mel (honey), corculum (sweetheart) German: geliebter (Loved one), herzblatt (sweetheart), engelchen (little angel) Nahuatl (Aztec): notlazohtlĂ© (my darling/precious thing), yĆltzin (lover) Persian: azizam (my dear) Arabic: habibi (my dear), Ya balsam qalbi (O balm of my heart), qalbi (my heart), kalbi (my dog, lmao) Japanese: Anata (informal you, dear for couples) Mandarin: BÇobÇo (baby), lÇogĆng (hubby), huĂ i bÄo (naughty), wÇ yĂ o nÇ,â (I want you), shÇjĂŹn yÄ«diÇn (go harder), ShÇguÄ (silly melon) Russian: milyy (sweet), lyubimyy (darling)
*While I speak Arabic, and Russian and know a little bit of Japanese; If you have some additional info on the linguistic part, or speculation or spot some inaccuracies - please, please, please đ kindly share them with me! I am open to fixing any mistakes. Or if you just have headcanons and love projecting certain languages onto these characters like I do - share them with me!Â
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kazuha x reader angst
a/n: this is based off promise by laufey cause my friend said told me to do it xc (not proofread btww, if there are any misspellings pls tell me :p)
wc: 902
enjoy reading!
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They said it's easy to move on.
At least that's what I always said to myself after recalling all summer evenings by the shore. We shared our first passionate kiss as well as a night full of bliss and the thrashing waves as our musical background.
At sunset, not many people were hanging around the beach. A girl tugs a boy to the coast of the water "Wait! Don't do that~" He playfully whines as he tries to pull himself away from the calm tides, the sand imprints their puerile acts as they blithely ignore their surroundings.
"Why not?" Giggles erupt from the girl, a sweet melody that strikes a core inside the man's heart. He pulls her close to him, her back hitting his chest as they face the view of the setting sun. She gazes up at his face, realizing that her action caused their faces to be close to kissing. "Your dress is pretty. I don't want you to ruin it." he grins adoringly.
She blinks slowly, feeling her e/c eyes dreamily gape at the pair of red staring right back at her. "M'kay." she breathes, mouth dangerously nearing his. The overbearing weight of the atmosphere dawns upon them, as they shut their eyes, closing the gap between their lips and enjoying the serenity of the moment. Passion clashed at every second as if time had slowed down and everything else was thrown out the window. Just the two of them and the picturesque view of the sun below the horizon, the azure sky mirroring the grandeur of the boundless sea.Â
That evening made me realize what we had was more than just a crush, you've bewitched me.Â
Your compliments were sweet, but the last time I heard your praise was long ago. Up until now your pretty nameâ Kazuha, always brings me joy when mentioned. And as our lips met in a final embrace, the passionate fervor had me craving for more. I reached after yours as you leisurely pulled away.
Two friends lost in paradise. Stuck in their little world ensconced under the moon's silvery glow that hangs in the sky while they point to the stars as if they are engaged in a celestial dance. "Kazuha, you told me you know what the wind whispers. Can you tell me what it's saying right now?" a hand ran down through her h/c locks, gently massaging it now and then; it almost lulled the lass to sleep, but eager to hear his reply, she kept her eyes open.
"It's okay." He says with the softest tone while his hand on her hair stops moving and settles on the small of her back. An almost inaudible sound of confusion comes out of her mouth, "What do you mean?" "Everything will be okay, that's what it said." A radiant smile makes its way to the girl's face, eyes slightly drooping as her heart beats in trepidation and hope. She gathers her last ball of energy to voice her question, "Will I see you again?" Â
The question seemed to hover in the air as if it were a foggy mist, casting an almost tangible wave of anticipation upon the girl as her eyes lingered on their now intertwined fingers, eyes filled with interest and worry. "Don't worry, I'll always be here to see you. A countless times over."Â
Was that your way of saying goodbye? You hold me in your arms spouting absolute lies. You treat me like a foolâ an idiot to eagerly believe that we have something more and vanish from my life like the swift air as though your lips weren't engraved on mine. As if I was but a memory stored in the recesses of your mind.Â
A few weeks before, I passed by the wooded Rosemary Avenue, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries struck a melancholic memory in my mind. My steps came to a stop when I saw a boy, his cascading platinum-blonde hair that seemed to glow under the night sky, and his figure reminiscent of you.
My lips quiver as recollections of our past swirl back into my mind like a relentless wave. My body froze in place, a slight tremor betraying the rush of nostalgia; unable to summon the boldness to inch myself forward.
So I chose to flee in the opposite direction, all the while pathetically berating myself for not being brave enough to walk up to you and ask what I've always wanted to. So with each step, my heart thuds against my ribcage, threatening to leap out of my chest from how rapidly it's beating.
That day, I made a promise to myself. To forget about you.Â
Now I stare at the now spacious gaps of my house after I threw all the things that reminded me of you. The amount of framed photos I had of us that decoratively adorned the walls, the shirt you willingly let me have which once carried your scent, and the beautiful magnets we collected from our trips, how could I avoid the memory of you?
But when I gathered all the boxes, I tried to throw them out, but my heart couldn't. I couldn't.
After 16 days of trying to follow my promise, I broke it. I called you, so now I hope this voicemail gets to you, Kazuha. Cause this is the last time I'll say goodbye to you, I'm sorry, but you won't see me again.Â
- - - - woaah that was tuff :)) hope you guys liked it !!
this made me feel đ«đŠâš
Let's all appreciate this man right here <3
Our night together (y.jh x reader)
"The sea seems like it's longing for something.." you quiver, the cold breeze meddling with your skin as your eyes gaze upon the weeping sea. "It's a very lovely sight." You added. Jeonghan fumbles over the blanket laid on the grass, trying to find a comfortable position before deciding to sit up and lay his head on your shoulder.
"Y/n, it's getting a little bit too late. Let's go home." He mumbles, but you didn't seem to hear his remark. He watches as you stare deeply into the sea like you're trying to find something that'll satisfy your visual perception.
Not until he snaps you back to reality, by just laying his head down on your lap, leaving you startled and flustered. Chuckling, you caress his dark locks and sung a short lullaby. He hums the melody with you contentedly, his soft angelic voice slowly drifting off to a deep sleep.
"Sleep well, my dear." you whisper, sitting back on the tree behind you. With one last look at the sea, you, as well, have dozed off.
pt. 2 for my childe x reader <33
With every passing moment, I surprise myself.
"Y/NN!!" Someone shouts in the distance. You look behind to see Childe running towards you with the biggest smile plastered on his face.
'How did I fall in love with him again?'
I'm scared of flies, I'm scared of guys someone please help.
The harbinger was drowned with work, yet when one of his agents announced to him that you were coming this day, he was overjoyed.
His whole mood changes when you have walked into his office, which surprised you since you forgot once again why you had liked him and because of that you almost followed the fatui agent outside.
Cause I think I've fallen in love this time , I blinked and suddenly I had a valentine.
"Childe.. You didn't have to, really." You scolded him for giving you too many expensive gifts in a whole day and that he should also think of rewarding himself. Yet he ignored your scoldings and kept giving them to you anyway.
"Happy anniversary my love." He kisses your cheek, you both have been dating for a year now, and you still turn red whenever he kisses you.
"Happy anniversary Ajax."
i have this hc where toji loves bothering you while youâre napping. not really in a disruptive way, he just gets the most insaneeee cuteness aggression when he sees you passed out, cuddling a pillow and drooling all over it.
he peppers kisses all over your face, cuddling you and cooing softly when you sleep talk. he loves how warm your skin feels (from the layers of blankets you sleep under) and even though he knows heâs like a furnace, he canât help the urge to join you.
you make sleep look so enticing, like he absolutely has to join youâall without you saying a single word.
WHAT HAPPENED TO HELLO??
omg !! I saw your post where you said you'd be taking song fic requests and I have one. đ«Ł
song: you belong with me - Taylor Swift
lyrics: "But she wears short Skirts, I wear T-shirts She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along so, why can't you see? You belong with me.."
Pairing: football player!lee know x introverted!reader
genre: angst (with fluff at the end...?)
a/n: this is absolutely my favourite song ever! @hugsforjungwon thanks for requesting this, it was thrilling to write, and I hope you like it!
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The night was calm and peaceful. You lounged on the couch, absentmindedly swiping through your phone, while your best friend, Minho, lay sprawled across you. An 80âs hip-hop song played softly in the background, prompting you to groan. "Who on earth decided to play this ancient song?" you quipped, only to answer your own question. "Oh right, we have a Minho in the room." He simply rolled his eyes, and you couldn't help but chuckle.
You and Minho had been inseparable since childhood, so close that you even defied the college rules and secretly roomed together. In your opinion, sharing a room with your best friend was far better than being stuck with some spoiled rich girl. The college dorm arrangements were always harsh, and you didn't want to take any chances.
Over time, your connection with Minho has only grown stronger, and perhaps, you've developed a crush on him. However, you knew deep down that his relationship status as someone's boyfriend rendered your feelings insignificant. It was heart-wrenching for you, but what truly mattered was Minho's happiness, even if it wasn't with you.
Tonight appeared to be just like any other normal night, with both of you lying down engrossed in your phones. Strangely enough, Minho seemed restless, his fingers dancing furiously on the screen as he typed away. Suddenly, his ringtone erupted into a fast-paced melody, prompting him to abruptly leave the room. You didn't pay much attention at first, but you could faintly hear his voice resonating from outside the door. He was tense and arguing.
You realised it was another one of the many fights between him and his girlfriend. You sighed and turned your attention back to your phone. After a few minutes you heard him come back inside, a hand running through his hair like he always did when he was nervous.
âTrouble in paradise?â you asked putting your phone down and turning your attention to him. Minho laughed ruefully, running his fingers through his hair again, as if just thinking about it was enough to make him want to pull at his hair. "Not exactly," he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of fondness and frustration. "Jiyeon is wonderful, really. It's just that we have different...senses of humor. She didn't appreciate one of my jokes, I brushed it off as something trivial, and now she's giving me the silent treatment."
"Makes sense. Your jokes suck."
"They do not."
"You're the only one who laughs at them."
"You do too!"
"Only because they're so bad!". As you uttered those words, your gaze dropped to the floor, almost as if avoiding eye contact would reveal the hidden truth of your admiration for Minho's jokes.
"Jiyeon's not bad, of course, but don't you think you jumped into this a little too quickly?" The thought had been lingering in your mind, quietly questioning whether Minho's trust in everyone was warranted. It took him quite some time to let his guard down and trust someone, and although you would never voice it aloud, you couldn't help but feel that he had rushed into this relationship faster than he was comfortable with.
Maybe it was because Jiyeon actually registered as a girl to him. After all these years of being friends, you probably didnât look any different than the boys to him. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy dressing up, it just wasn't a priority for you, and you didn't have much time for it. Growing up in a small neighborhood, you weren't exactly the social butterfly either.
Jiyeon, on the flip side, always exuded an air of elegance and charm. She was effortlessly put together, making it easy to engage in meaningful conversations with her. Although she adored Jiyeon, it pained her to see her standing next to Minho. They didn't even have to be physically close to give off the impression of a couple.
As your conversation gradually faded, you decided to play some music. The song that came on was your absolute favorite, causing you to sway your head and unleash your inner karaoke star. Minho chuckled, leaning back in his chair, his fingers unconsciously tapping along to the rhythm.
"Jiyeon would absolutely despise listening to this," Minho remarked.
"It's quite entertaining!" you replied with a smirk.
Uh huh, sure," he playfully retorted.
In that moment, you couldnât think of what Jiyeon thinks of all things. You saw her enough without dwelling on her when she wasn't even there. So what if the music was a bit silly and funky? You were a little silly and funky yourself. Sometimes it made you wonder how Minho could spend time with you, considering how different you were from Jiyeon. It just didn't make sense to you.
But what did Jiyeon really know? She wasn't the one who had known him for ages, who could sense his moods from across the house, or who shared all his inside jokes. No, that was you. But did it even matter anymore? Who were you to feel bitter about Minho's new love interest? Just a friend who hung on his every word, whether you showed it or not.
"I don't understand how you can listen to this," Minho interrupted your thoughts, causing you to quickly look away, feeling your face flush from almost being caught staring at him. "It all sounds the same to me. Like static."
"Not to me," you replied, watching Minho get up to make some tea. You couldn't help but wonder if there was some sort of barrier over his eyes that you could remove, so he could see you for who you truly were: everything he had been searching for.
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The following day, Minho was in the company of Jiyeon during the morning, but upon his return, he seemed unusually quiet. It was evident that he had a lot on his mind, so you decided not to disturb him. However, you couldn't resist for too long.
"I noticed you left in the morning," you mentioned.
"Yeah, I was with Jiyeon," he replied.
"Is everything alright?" you asked, concerned.
He let out a forced laugh. "As alright as it can be, I suppose."
You nodded, not wanting to pry further. "Are you ready for the big game this afternoon?" you inquired. Â "Yeah, I guess," he responded nonchalantly. You smiled, reassuring him, "You're our star quarterback, you'll do great." Extending your fist, you offered him a fist bump, and he reciprocated.
The game arrived sooner than expected, and you quickly put on your house scarf before rushing to the stadium to wish Minho luck. Spotting him, you couldn't contain your excitement and almost tackled him to the ground. His laughter filled the air, a rare and beautiful sound. It was moments like these that made you feel privileged to be one of the few who could bring out that genuine joy in him.
As you said 'Good Luck,' you both performed your special handshake, a ritual you always followed before every game. Afterward, Minho mentioned that he had something important to tell you and went off to prepare himself. You waved him goodbye and found a seat in the bleachers. It was then that your gaze fell upon Jiyeon, she was the head cheerleader, energetically waving her pompoms and looking absolutely adorable in her tight top and short skirt, something you would never be. You couldn't help but feel surprised that Minho didn't approach her for a kiss or something.
The game began and the crowd erupted with cheers, each person supporting their own team. In the end, your and Minho's team emerged victorious! You jumped up, threw your scarf aside, and hurried down to meet Minho.
"You were amazing! I'm so proud of you, as always," you said excitedly.
"Thanks, y/n," he replied, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
You continued to gush about the thrilling game, but then noticed that Minho was only focused on you. Curious, you asked him what was on his mind.
"I wasn't completely honest earlier. Jiyeon and I... we broke up. And I've been thinking aboutwhether I made the right decision or if I was too blind to see what was right in front of me. I think I've found my answer."
You stood there, shocked, and surprised. Was this really happening?
Without warning, Minho swept you off my feet and pulled you into the most passionate kiss you had ever experienced. In that moment, it felt like the entire world disappeared, leaving just the two of you.
There was nothing wrong with exploring, making mistakes, and searching for love. But if it wasn't out there, Minho would always come back.
He would always come back to the person he had known all along.
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{frat boy/playboy yuta okkotsu x nerdy f!reader}
summary: yuta okkotsu is a typical popular frat boy player whoâs never been told no, but at one of his regular parties where he spots your pretty little self in the kitchen, and you turn him down? his entire existence resets as he then cannot stop thinking about you and tries his absolute hardest to change the impression you have on him.
warnings: college au, afab!reader, fluufff, mentions of alcohol and drinking, yuta LOVES you, heâs a little weenie at first, character development yuta, no smut in this one!, cursing, party fight, protective yuta, yuta fights someone lol, slight sexual themes but really nothing.
word count: 5k
authors note: OH HOW I LOVE THIS ONEEE!! i hope iâm feeding you guys well this week with these fics hehe!! IM WRITING A FREAKY ONE FOR THIS NEXT SO STAY TUNED!! love you love you <3
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yuta okkotsu was the biggest player and frat boy to ever plague your college campusâ having parties literally every other night and trashing the absolute fuck out of his frat house after every single one, living in the privileges of popularity as he was without a doubt the hottest man there.
he absolutely relished in his reputation, loved the attention, loved the stares he got, and had a body count that absolutely shot through the roof in numbers.
and yuta was quite literally a typical frat boy. he was loud and obnoxious, the most stubborn hot headed man to ever exist on the face of the planet, passed the time playing beer pong for fun and drinking, and had girls practically at his feet, him never having to work for anything to get in his bed and fuck.
until he met you.
you had timidly walked into one of his frat parties one night, shy, cutely nerdy, a little scared and absolutely drop dead gorgeous, your energy an entirely different one from his own as he watched you a little too much throughout the night, rehearsing his perfected plan of getting girls into bed with him as he finally spotted you alone in the kitchen after a while, approaching you.
yuta flashed you an attractive polished smile as he leaned up against the kitchen counter, practically cornering you in as you eyed him alarmingly.
âhey,â he sipped at his beer. âwhatâs your name?â
you awkwardly shifted, wondering where the hell your best friend was as the biggest player youâve ever heard of was talking to you.
ây-y/nâŠâ you stammered, your gaze barely looking at him but giving a small smile through your nervousness nonetheless.
âpretty name for a pretty girl,â he hummed. âyouâve never come to my parties before, have you?â
you shook your head no, your doe eyes finally peering up at him.
âwelcome then!â he chirped smoothly and leaned closer to you, his breath faintly smelling of alcohol. âyou here by yourself?â
âno iâm with a friend, actually.â you laughed awkwardly, your cheeks red with embarrassment but smiling politely through your discomfort, not wanting to offend him in any way.
yuta nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd. âdid you lose them?â
âiâ i guess soââ
âyou can stick with me then.â he shrugged, a sly smile on his face as he sweet talked you, it slightly faltering when he noticed how uncomfortable you looked, but carrying on anyways. âyou wanna head upstairs? maybe we canââ
âno thank you.â
he paused.
no?
âno?â
he was yuta okkotsu. no girl has ever told him no before.
you shook your head at him and gave him a sugary smile, your tone kind and polite as you started to walk away from him. âiâm sorry, i think i see my friend over there though! thank you for keeping me company, i hope it wasnât too much trouble!â
he watched you walk away then in your tiny little skirt, and he felt stupidly offended. absolutely stupidly offended as he slightly scoffed and shook his head, taking a swig of his beer, his body and mind literally glitching with the foreign feeling of rejection.
yuta tossed his empty beer bottle lazily in a black garbage bag and stuffed his hands into his pockets, his long legs already pulling him over to the beer pong table in the living room, opting to forgetting the entire encounter he had with you altogether and shaking it off.
except he couldnât. he couldnât shake it off.
his brain was buzzing and utterly reeling over the thought of your timid nature and soft spoken words and pretty pretty face from that point forward, thoughts that aggravated him to no end that bubbled up every time he ate, slept, was in class, and did basically anything.
he didnât know why it was happening. he didnât know why you took over his every fucking thought as he only interacted with you for like five minutes. but your aura was different. so poised, so shy and gentle, and it was like a red string was physically pulling him towards you everywhere you went.
yuta saw you around campus a lot more after that, you sticking out like a sore thumb and blinding his vision whenever you walked past him, your smile sweet and respectful towards him that lasted only a millisecond as you walked down further, his eyes watching you over his shoulder, soft.
you conversations with him were nothing but polite and casual as he tried to talk to you again and again, your body language guarded and careful, but your voice like silky honey, speaking to him with more kindness than he deserved.
yuta never seemed to be able to get past the invisible wall you built in front of him.
âa girl like her isnât gonna go for a guy like you, yuta.â one of his frat brothers muttered to him, having been fed up with yutaâs moping and grumbling around the house ever since he saw you.
âand why not.â he gruffed, his arms tightly crossed over his chest as he leaned back on the couch.
âbecause sheâs nothing like us.â he emphasized. âsheâs a nerd, respects herself, is way too good for you, and would never let herself waste time with a guy of your reputation.â
his frat brother patted him heavily on the shoulder. âjust go back to the ones you usually go for. theyâre easy.â
yuta only rolled his eyes and stood, but he really couldnât deny what he had said. you were too good for him, way too good for him, his life completely mismatched from yoursâ paths never meant to cross as he solemnly watched you from afar, wanting you to smile at him the way you smiled at others, wanting you to talk about your precious nerdy interests and your studies with him like you do with your friends, and wanting you to just simply look at him longer than the usual casual hello you gave him.
but you never did.
in an attempt to try and talk to you again without seeming like an absolute fucking stupid creep like last time (something he quickly realized), he started throwing parties at his frat literally every single night in hopes of you showing up, scanning the crowd and sulking in a corner when he couldnât find you, the bags under his eyes growing darker and darker with every time you didnt make an appearance.
he tried to go back to his old ways and hook up with the girls he usually did, tried to bury you in the back of his mind and go back to before, but he just couldnât, his mind foggy and preoccupied with thoughts of you that invaded his every neuron, making him kiss his hook ups back lazily or straight up just cancel on themâ stopping all together in the end.
it had been months, and yuta sat bored out of his mind on the living room couch during another one of his parties, not a single drop of alcohol in his system as music pumped and drummed through the frat that made his headache ten times worse.
these everyday parties were pointless.
he sat up and trudged to the kitchen, pushing past his friends for a beer until he froze.
there you stood, finally, leaning against the kitchen counter all by yourself, just like how you were when he first saw you.
his eyes flew open and he quickly smoothed over his white t-shirt with his hands, heart hammering against his chest so hard that it traveled down to his ribcage as he approached you, internally freaking the fuck out.
âhey y/n,â he greeted quietly and calm, trying his absolute hardest to convey sincerity towards you. âhow are you doing?â
your eyes snapped to his and you leaned back a bit, but smiled. âhi yuta! iâm doing okay. how are you?â
he could practically see the wall you had in front of him, your posture timid and cautious, and his eyes only grew more insecure.
âiâm good! do youâ do you want a drink? or something? i couldââ
âoh itâs okay yuta! iâm fine,â you answered shyly, a grin on your breathtaking face.
yuta gnawed on his thumb, looking around the kitchen for something, anything that could fix the image you had on him.
the fridge.
âdo you umââ he walked over to the fridge, almost stumbling over his own shoes as he opened it. âdo you want maybe apple juice? orâ or i have chocolate milk? or sunny d i drink like an entire dozen a day butââ
you giggled.
his head snapped over to you and watched your pearly smile, shining just for him for a moment, his shoulders slowly relaxing.
yuta sheepishly scratched the back of his neck and laughed along with you.
âsunny d would be great!â
he stared blankly, and then quickly nodded. âoâokay! yes sunny dââ
he ransacked through his fridge, knocking over several cans of energy drinks and beers before he finally found the sunny dâs in the back, tearing one out from the pack and closing the fridge.
âhere you go.â
your cheeks glowed pink as you shyly took the small bottle from his hands, a cute wobbly smile on your face that made yutaâs chest clench.
precious.
he wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans.
âi wanted to apologizeââ he strained out. âfor the way i spoke to you when we first met.â
you stared at him.
âit was never my intention to make you uncomfortable, and i acted like a complete dingbat with the things i said, so i justââ he scuffed his shoe against the kitchen floor. âiâm really sorry.â
you were quiet, big doe eyes blinking up at him in shockâ until your frame gently deflated, eyes softening for him.
âyou donât have to apologize yuta honestly.â your soft voice soothed him, a sound he craved to hear everyday since the moment he met you. âi donât think any less of you if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
âyou donât?â
you shook your head cutely, beaming. âi donât.â
he felt like he could breathe again.
your invisible wall slowly and gradually crumbled away the more you got to know yuta after that. he was still a little flirt, but only a little flirt with you, and he still did his frat boy job duties everyday, but he toned down the parties massively and stopped playing beer pong and drinking just for fun.
it would be a lie if you said you werenât hesitant about yuta to begin with. you knew of his reputation and the risks you ran with befriending him the way you wereâ you well aware that he was trying to win you over, but you saw something different in him that he didnât show to anyone else, and you trusted him, the goodness of your heart always giving people the benefit of the doubt.
he was trying his absolute hardest for you and changing his bad traits, wanting to become a person that deserved to be with you as he listened to you ramble on and on about your classes and your studies all of the time, him smiling adoringly at you because he genuinely loved so much hearing you talk to him and listen to anything you had to sayâ and yuta was falling practically head over heels over the way you gushed about your little nerdy interests, your eyes shimmering every time.
âand whatâs this one called?â he asked softly.
you glanced over. âthatâs the corpse flower! they only bloom for two to three days every two to three years.â
âonly for two to three days?!â he whispered harshly, the ambiance in the botanical garden quiet and serene as you both observed the different kinds of breeds, flowers being your specialty of knowledge.
and he wanted to know all about it, even though he had a pamphlet in his hand that told him everything.
he wanted to hear it from you.
âand this one?â
he pointed to a vibrant scarlet red flower.
âthatâs the cardinal flower. they attract little bees and hummingbirds!â
your words were gentle and polite, your eyes sparkling at all of the different flowers in front of you.
âoo! and this oneââ you stopped suddenly, slowly retracting your hand and looking at him bashfully, your cheeks redder than ever.
yutaâs eyebrows furrowed. âwhat? whyâd you stop?â he looked to where you had been staring. âwhat about this one?â
âsorry!â you sputtered. âi felt like i was getting carried away and talking way too muchâŠâ
you laughed it off, but yuta only shook his head.
âno you werenât. you werenât at all.â
you peered up at him shyly.
âyou can talk about anything you want with me wherever we are, y/n. i like it when you explain to me these things, or anything you know really.â he ruffled your hair. âi like listening to you.â
your cheeks adorned a pinky shade as you took in what he said, and you smiled so so big then, nodding.
âso whatâs this one?â he pressed again, lightly.
the bed contained a mix of white and purple flowers, small and dainty as they swayed to and fro a bit with every breeze.
âthose are pansies,â you leaned over the railing. âi like these especially because it looks like they have another pair attached to them on the other side.â
âlike a little buddy,â yuta commented.
you laughed softly, âyeah! like a little buddy.â
he pointed to a specific pansy that had one white flower and one purple flower on the opposite side.
âthatâs you and me.â
âis it?â you grinned. âwhoâs who?â
âyouâre the white one and iâm the purple one,â yuta absentmindedly turned and grabbed your hands gently, playing with your fingertipsâ and you let him. âbecause youâre pretty and really fucking smart and way too nice to me, and iâm a douchebag and sometimes iâm a mean and scary old fart.â
you giggled loudly at his joke, shaking your head. ânuh uh. i donât agree.â
âyou donât?â he quirked an eyebrow, a silly smile on his face.
you shook your head again. âyouâre genuine yuta. really genuine. and youâre funny, you never make me feel embarrassed for the things that i love, and you make others happy!⊠sometimes.â
yuta laughed, âsometimes?â he softly placed your hands back at your sides. âyeah, youâre not wrong.â
âbut you make me happy, always.â you finished off.
his eyes lit up like a firework. âreally? so does this mean youâll finally say yes to going out with me and give me a little kiss?â
you snickered and covered your mouth, your cheeks flushed. ânuh uh.â
âaww mannn,â yuta groaned and leaned against the railing, but turned his head to the side after a few seconds and looked at you, giving a tender smile.
your eyes continued to sparkle over the flower beds in front of you, but yutaâs eyes only sparkled at the one flower in front of him.
thatâs where he started calling you flower.
âthatâs okay!â he leaned back up. âiâll keep trying.â
and boy did he try. each and every single day yuta tried as he brought you little treats from the campus cafe, or helped carry your textbooks to wherever you went, brought you neatly packaged flowers or sometimes would even pull his car over when he saw pretty ones on the side of the road, getting off and running to pluck them, handing them to you through the window with a goofy grin.
everything was bliss between you two, and your world only got brighter as you hung out with him.
but for yuta, his world got a little complicated.
his former hookups only grew sour once they found out about you, the girl yuta seemed to spend every waking hour with, completely blind sighted to the fact as they thought he wouldâve dumped you months ago already.
and his frat brothers were just bothered. yuta wasnât managing the frat like he used to before, like he was supposed to as their leader, neglecting the collective reputation they all had with him not sweet talking the entire female student body, or their parties not running every single night anymoreâ and even when they did run, yuta wasnât ever even there to begin with, he was with you, something they quickly realized.
âyou have to cut it out man,â one of them said. âthis frat is turning into a shit hole because you keep spending your time with that girlââ he stopped. âwho the fuck even is she? i mean if it was layla fine everybody knows layla butââ
âwho she is is none of your fucking business?â yuta snapped. âand just because iâm not sending girls for you to jerk your dick with doesnât mean this frat is turning into a âshit hole.ââ
some of the boys snickered.
âyou wanna run the maintenance on the house? you wanna call up the fucking board and ask for the ten thousand fucking permits we have to have for our parties every year? you think you can run that?â
ânoââ
âthen be my fucking guest.â
âokay fine, iâm sorry man.â he sighed. âwe havenât had a party in a week though, we have to throw one tomorrow and you have to be there. then ill call it even.â
yuta snorted. call it even? whatever.
he begrudgingly agreed, not wanting to be there whatsoever but softening up to the fact that maybe he was neglecting his frat a little too much.
so when he called you up that day for your nightly phone calls, yuta asked for your attendance.
âi knowâ i know parties arenât really your thingâŠâ he pursed his lips, staring up at the ceiling as he had you on speaker. âbut iâd feel a lot better if you were there⊠and you wonât be alone! youâll be with me the whole time soââ
yuta sighed. ââŠi have been neglecting the frat a little bit, and theyâre pissed at me.â
you gasped softly, âthey are?â
âyeah but i donât give a fuck.â
you both giggled.
âbut i do want to make them somewhat happy so thatâs why i gotta throw this party⊠can you come? itâs okay if not flower donât worryââ
âof course i can go yuta!â you spoke cutely over the speaker. âas long as you give me a sunny d iâll be okay.â
he laughed.
âi feel likeâŠâ you struggled. âthem being mad and whatâs happening with your frat is partially my fault yuta⊠iâm sorry.â
your voice was so worrisome, you feeling tremendous guilt on the other line as you bit your lip.
âwhat?â his eyes narrowed. âno flower, absolutely not. why would you think that?â
âbecause i keep asking you to hang out with me,â you spoke softly. âand i feel like im hogging you from your frat boy duties.â
yuta chuckled and shook his head. âi would ten times rather spend time with you than hang out with these fucking dummies.â he sat up on his bed. âi love it when you ask for me flower. keep doing it please. whatever thatâs happening with my frat strictly has to do with me okay? not you.â
you grinned on the other end, your heart giddy. âokay.â
so the night of the party, you showed up to his frat looking absolutely gorgeous in your tight little dress, his hands instantly clamming up and his throat closing at the scent of your strawberry perfume and lovely face alone.
yuta tried so hard to keep his eyes respectful and not drift down to your ass or the way your perfect tits squeezed out from the top, almost physically slapping himself when he accidentally touched you way lower than he should have when guiding you through the crowd.
everywhere he went people were greeting him or passing him shots, him quickly acknowledging everybody and downing whatever they gave him as you shyly and timidly stuck to his body (which he loved).
yuta taught you how to play beer pong that night and cheered like an absolute fucking idiot whenever you would make it in, drinking the cups for you instead as he knew you werenât the biggest fan of alcohol, which made you a little weak in the knees that he catered to you so much.
the party was actually way more fun than the both of you expected, especially for yuta, because he proudly had you on his arm as you walked throughout the house, you trying your absolute hardest to ignore the stares you got from different girls and not uttering a single word about it to yuta, not wanting to burden him and take his focus away from rejuvenating the frat and his brothers.
all was bliss, until it wasnât.
âis this her? the girl youâre always talking to?â one of his frat brothers stumbled through the crowd, the one that argued with him the day before, drunk off of his freaking mind as his eyes raked over your body like nothing.
yuta instantly picked up on that and stiffened, âyeah.â
he tried his best to swallow his annoyance and be civil as he gently placed a hand on your back and softly ushered you forward, you shy and clinging onto his shirt. âthis is y/n.â
âhâhi.â
âi see why you abandoned us for a nerd man!â he slurred. âsheâs fucking hot. never seen tits look so goodââ
your breath hitched.
âthe fuck you just say?â yuta tugged you behind him. âthe hell is wrong with you man? donât talk about her like that.â
you noticed several eyes looking over.
âwhat!â he hiccuped dumbly. âthey do! why are you getting pissedââ
âi donât give a shit!â yuta snapped. âdonât talk about her like that!â
he scoffed, swaying a little. âwhat, like you actually care about her anywaysââ
âare you fucking serious?â yuta stepped forward and you tugged him back, your eyes frantic as they scanned over the crowd forming and back to him.
âno yuta, heâs drunk itâs okayââ
âsheâs just another one for your body count, once you fuck her youâre gonna leaveââ
yuta slipped from your grasp and lunged at him, tackling him and towering over him on the ground as he fisted his shirt and jerked him up, yuta landing punch after punch to his face as the crowd yelled, cheered and recorded around you.
âyuta please!â you tried to get his attention, your chest heaving in a panic as you watched the other guy land a hit on yuta, not wanting him to get hurt over you at all whatsoever.
yuta dodged another coming hit and beat the shit out of him, grueling him down to a mere pulp as everything around him went completely white and fuzzy, his body stinging with absolute rage.
he was furious.
finally, several other frat brothers broke through the crowd and pulled yuta off of him.
âthatâs enough thatâs enough!â
âguys stop!â
quickly, you grabbed yutaâs hand once they put him aside and tugged him away from the crowd, speed walking to the front door.
âyouâre out of the fucking frat you piece of shit!â yuta practically roared behind him as you pulled him. âyouâre out!â
your trembling fingers hurriedly turned the knob and opened the door, dragging him out down the steps to the porch and across the grass, not saying a single word to him yet as he kept breathing out desperate apologies to you with every step.
once you both were a safe distance away from the house and just a tiny bit down the street, you let go of his hand and turned to him.
ââfuck im sorry iâm sorry im so sorryââ yuta shoved the base of his palms into his eyes as he threw his head back, âi just fucked everything up between us iââ
yuta knew you would never want to be with a guy like him, especially one that couldnât keep his shit together and resorted to violence the way he did minutes ago, right in front of you. a guy like that didnât deserve you. you deserved way way fucking more. and as he tore his palms away from his face, eyes looking up at the night sky, he knew he completely messed up his chances with you for good.
his head snapped down to look at you, his eyebrows pinched and eyes contorted in absolute guilt and agony as he placed his bloody knuckled hands on your little cheeks.
âiâm so fucking sorry he said those things to you like that that was not okay flower,â he emphasized. âand iâm so sorry i beat him when you told me not to iâ i just couldnât stand there when he was talking to you like that manââ
he dropped his hands and cursed, his arms going up as he covered his eyes again.
âyuta itâs okayââ
âno,â he shook his head and looked at you. âno itâs not okay. you deserve way more than this and no matter how fucking hard i try to do better, the life i built before you just doesnât let me.â
his eyes got so sad, saying words he didnât want to say, but knew he had to. âyou shouldnât be around a guy like me flower, you really shouldnât. fuckâ i donât want you around a guy like me. youâre too precious for that. iâm gonna end up screwing you over like i always doââ
âyuta stop.â you raised your voice a little, your tone one heâd never ever heard come out of your mouth, firm and serious in contrast to the sweetness you always gave him.
he shut right up.
âcome sit down with me on the curb,â you pulled his arm. âplease.â
he followed you and sat down next to you on the side walk with his head down, you taking in how yuta only had one little cut next to his eyebrow, pride funnily bubbling up in your chest as you realized how good he actually fought.
he did that. for you. he made a scene out of himself and protected your name.. for you. although you hated that he got into a fight, you knew he was trying so so hard for you, going above and beyond for a year now trying to fix himself to be a better man deserving of you, and you were immensely touched, no one having put even close to that amount of effort like he was in your life.
âyou donât get to decide what i deserve yuta.â
his eyes shot in your direction âbut as a friend iâm telling youââ
you huffed as you grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.
you kissed him.
yutaâs eyes were blown astronomically wide as you did, his heart no longer beating as he couldâve sworn he was dead right now, not believing that you were actually kissing him.
him.
you pulled apart from his lips with a smack, your hands still on his red cheeks. âa guy whoâs willing to literally change himself without me having to ask, trying to be better for me everyday without fault for literally a year, doing everything he can to make me happy? definitely deserves me yuta. you deserve me.â
you pecked his forehead softly and pulled back again, his body going numb when you did. âso what if you beat the shit out of him? i would do it too if someone was talking to you like that i donât care. iâd lose but iâd do it,â you giggled. âi didnât like the fight because i donât want you getting hurt, ever, period. but you literally scrapped him up like it was nothing, so i donât have anything to worry about.â
he shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes. âno flower thatâs the thing youâre too sweet to me, i donât want you justifyingââ
âyuta be quiet!â you whispered harshly, giving him a silly grin. âyou talk too much.â
you reached up and very very gently pecked the little cut on the side of his eyebrow, feeling a cool calming waterfall wash over his body at the feeling of your soft lips finally on him, something heâs wished upon every star for.
âyouâre so good to me yuta, truly you are. and iâm sorry itâs taken me so long to say this because iâm always nervous butââ you smiled endearingly. âi do want to go out with you, and i do want to give you little kisses. all of the time.â
yuta slowly let his forehead fall against yours, feeling like he was in a dream as the only emotion he felt at the moment was bliss. pure honeyed bliss as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, his face burying in your silky hair.
his hard work had finally paid off, and he had every fucking intention of keeping up that work until the day he dies, wanting you, his shy and timid precious little flower forever in his lifeâ you changing him for the better so much that he finally feels like heâs properly healthy, in more ways than one.
âweâre going out tomorrow,â he mumbled into your hair. âbright and early. iâm gonna take you to get breakfast, and then weâre gonna go to that aquarium youâve been wanting to go to for weeks now, and then iâm gonna buy you a souvenir, and then iâm gonna take you to get your nails doneââ
âyu!â you pulled back and giggled happily. âyou donât have to buy me anything my goodness. just you is enough.â
he bit his lip, smiling like a fucking idiot.
âreally?â
âreally.â
âwell too fucking bad iâm gonna do it anyways.â
he pulled you back in as you laughed and buried his face back into your hair, not wanting to break away at all, feeling like the richest douchebag in the world as he finally had you as his.
you scooted your face up then and nudged him, him pulling a part in response as you proceeded to plant another sugary kiss to his lips, yours lingering as they melted into a perfect mold against his mouth, yutaâs heart absolutely soaring, your red invisible strings close together at last.
he finally had you.
finally.
and he was never letting you go.
AWWWW
Could you make like an enemies to lovers kinda vibe with Minho? Love your style of writing!
Okay, idk if i exactly pulled off enemies to lovers but hopefully its cute anyway? I got a lot of cute pictures on pinterest when i did the other lee know one, so i went with a car theme again. Thank you for requesting this. If was fun!
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