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i lost a tumblr and all i remember it that it started with moon and they wrote seventeen and blue lock fics and theyre like my comfort fanfic writer and i go back to read their works sometimes and I can't find it in my liked or following anywherr

they wrote on where mc and kaiser were like chaebols and supposed to get married and kasier took her on three dates and then they got married and there was this whole part where he joked about being infertile and she was like im not good with children and they repeated the conversation at the end in like reassurance and there was this whole thing about calling him mihya as like his childhood nickname.....

Im rambling BUT THE POINT IS im freaking out that i can't find it cause i havent been in here forever and don't know what happened and im gonna cry.

SEriously tho if you see this and you know please reblog or comment the name of the writer or even the fanfic name...

I would love you frvr

did we just normalize dirtiness before???

I wish this series would continue 😭😭

aphrodite in war pt.3 | preview

note: This is just a short preview for AiW pt3. I know I left things on a terrible cliffhanger a few months ago. Life got extremely and unexpectedly hectic, but things are starting to get a little bit better, and I hope to get the full chapter out next month. Also, I appreciate everyone who has sent me messages during this time. I will eventually answer all of them, I promise. And I hope anyone who liked AiW enjoys this snippet!

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: comedy, fluff, angst, eventual smut / greek life, fake dating, roommates, lovers to enemies and back to lovers au

description: Everyone knew about the war that had been brewing on the edge of campus for the past two years. Sorority versus Fraternity; a showdown for the ages. However, when the escalating antics between them yields the consequence of possible suspensions for both chapters, the presidents of each house must come together to try and figure out how to end this battle… Which is kind of hard, considering they were the ones responsible for it in the first place.

→ part one / part two

Leave or stay? Leave or stay? Leave or stay? The decision should have been harder, or at the very least leaving should have been an option that was considered more heavily. After all, there was technically nothing wrong with this situation. This was his apartment and you weren’t supposed to be moving in for a few days, so in theory this was perfectly understandable — But plans change.

Classes get cancelled. Move in dates get pushed up. You walk in on your ex-boyfriend turned current fake boyfriend mid-fuck. So yeah, leaving was probably the more appropriate response… But the declaration of “Well, honey, I’m home now,” forced its way past your lips regardless; the door closing behind you and marking your choice to stay.

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YES

house rules

▸ michael kaiser x reader

▸ 1.2k words

▸ roommate au, lots and lots of bickering

when you find out about kaiser's unorthodox morning routine, you instantly regret having him as your roommate

one peaceful morning.

all you're asking for is one peaceful morning.

the muffled sound of house music reverberates from the bathroom and you stalk over with heavy footsteps, still rubbing the drowsiness from your eyes. your neighbor's most recent complaint about noise coming from your apartment resurfaces in your mind and though you've told your stubborn roommate to keep it down before, kaiser was never one to listen.

"kaiser?" you rap at the bathroom door, raising your voice a little so he could hear you above the loud noise. "kaiser, keep the music down. it's only 5 in the morn—OH MY GOD.”

the door wasn't locked. heck, it turns out it wasn't even properly closed because all it took was your fist touching the hardwood surface for it to freely swing open.

and nothing in the world could have ever prepared you for the sight you were about to witness—because in the very split second of shock that left you standing stock-still, all you see is kaiser standing in front of the mirror, both hands firm on either side of his hips, butt naked.

as soon as you recover from the initial shock, you recoil back into the hall, clawing at your face and genuinely considering gauging your eyes out. "what the fuck are you doing?! ever heard of locking the door?!"

what makes matters even worse—a talent that comes so naturally for a troublemaker like kaiser—is that your shameless roommate is completely unperturbed by your intrusion.

"can i help you?" he asks, having the audacity to sound slightly peeved that you've interrupted whatever he was doing in there.

"th-the neighbor—the, um, the music! can you— ugh, can you put on some fucking clothes first?" your speaking to him with your palm still shielding your eyes and when he doesn't say anything, you make the mistake of peeking through your fingers, which grants you an unpleasant view of kaiser's ass cheeks as he turns around to shut the music off.

"what was that?"

judging by how clearer his voice sounds now, you assume he's already facing you again—and you do not want to make the same mistake twice. "have some decency and put on some clothes first, you pervert."

"what? never seen a nude man before?" to your absolute horror, you can feel kaiser inching towards you by the sound of his voice growing near.

"kaiser," you say through gritted teeth, "i swear to god, keep this up and i'm kicking you out in an hour."

“aw, darling. don’t be—”

“don’t test me, kaiser! the lease is under my name so i'm more than entitled to evict you from here. i can pack all your things under a—scratch that, i'll throw all your junk out the window so i hope you're good at catching—"

"alright, alright," kaiser clicks his tongue. "sheesh, so uptight all the time."

you pace down the hall for a moment to give him plenty of space to put something on, and as soon as you hear footsteps padding behind you, you hold a forefinger up to tell him to stop before you turn on your heel.

"are you wearing something?" only now do you realize you can never be too careful.

"ya."

"okay."

when you do turn around, you're still somewhat startled by the fact that he's only chosen to wrap a towel around his waist, very loosely at that too.

as you try to recall why you approached him in the first place, you find it almost impossible to further the conversation for two stupid reasons: 1) the looseness of his towel is keeping you in constant fear that it's going to drop to the floor any second now; 2) you're only now realizing that just his bare upper body has... a lot on display.

your eyes follow the way his hand brushes the longer strands of his hair over his shoulders, how the natural blonde blends into a shade of blue that almost matches the color of his tattoo. you've seen the vines and roses before, whenever he walks around in just a muscle tee, but you didn't know one of the leaves dip into his chest.

his toned bare chest is one thing, his chiseled abdomen another, but your gaze continues to roam down the length of his torso until you reach his navel and notice the loose towel is giving you a view of his v-lines that dip into—

"can you give me a heads-up next time, darling?" he smirks.

"w-what?" you stutter, finally feeling heat spread from your cheeks to your ears.

"i need to know how long you're gonna take to ogle over my god-like body, or you could just take a picture, it'll last longer. better yet, i've got a good one, i can send it to you—"

“i don’t want your fucking nudes, oh my god. you know what? i've been way too lenient considering all the bullshit you put me through. we need to set some house rules."

he shrugs. "fine with me, i guess. dunno why you're getting so worked up when you're being blessed with the sight of my—"

"kaiser, shut up. please, just shut. up."

he throws his hands up into the air in surrender before crossing them over his chest and leaning one shoulder against the wall. "anyway, what did you need? you interrupted my precious morning routine that i gotta start over now."

his morning routine includes staring at himself butt naked in the mirror at the ungodly hours of dawn? you truly rue the day you made the dumbest decision to let him live with you.

"music. no loud music before 8 a.m., for the love of god." you pinch the bridge of your noise, before muttering to yourself, "first it was your late night trysts and now this."

"sure, yeah, but are you okay with listening to me talk to myself, then? i play the music so you won't have to hear me."

"yeah, it's fine. whatever." the apartment walls are more soundproof than the walls within your unit, but as long as kaiser didn't cause any more trouble with the neighbors, you could put up with it.

"cool. is that all?"

"lock the fucking door."

"yeah, yeah, as you wish, your highness," he says, waving his hand as he makes his way back into the bathroom. you wait for a moment to hear the lock click in place.

thank god.

as you return to your room, completely bewildered by the sheer madness you have to deal with so early in the morning, you pause at the sound of kaiser's muffled voice.

i am michael kaiser. i am god's chosen emperor. i am the best fucking striker in the world. i am leagues better than isagi yoichi. i am michael kaiser. i am—

the very first thing you're going to do that day is invest in some good quality earplugs.

literally my fave skz fic

kiss it better

highschool!au / han x clinic-volunteer!reader

Summary: han always makes excuses to go to the clinic to see reader, but a reversal of roles occurs and he just might kiss it better. 

Genre: fluff; is heart-pounding a genre??

Warnings: smooches here, smooches there, some swearing??

perhaps you got more than you bargained for when you signed up to be a student volunteer at your school’s clinic. but to be fair, it did look promising. 

it gave you extra credit on your report card, added into your community service hours and gave you a chance to feel like you were somehow helping people.

what you failed to realise was that it took up a lot of your time- staying in the clinic during lunches, giving up your free periods during the day, and always accompanying every single sport team when they had to go to their games. so your days dragged on, surrounded by the nurses who were all in their late 30′s, either stuck in the corner reading a book when no one came in, or conversing with the patients that came in. 

it’s senior year, you said to yourself. just one last lap.

needless to say, your routine became totally, completely, and absolutely boring.

“uhm, h-hello?” a voice squeaked from the entrance to the clinic. it was lunch time, so all the nurses were either at the canteen buying their food, or out eating lunch. which left you to your own devices, doing your math homework and sipping on a juice box all cramped in the corner, looking more like a patient than a student volunteer. 

han stumbled in the clinic, looking like a lost, wounded puppy. you still hadn’t noticed his presence as your vision was clouded with the logarithmic functions in front of you. 

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Someone help

im trying to read

Demimondaine b

by yeonjuncore who deactivated but i can't because every reblog is linked!!!

does someone have it because im dyinggggggggg

DO It

i literally gushed about my crush for an hour

mutuals do this

People who like their own posts know what self love is all about

look down for example

He's so pretty every time i see this im like

wow

omg

woahhhh

JEONGHAN F*ck My Life, 230504

ohhhh

JEONGHAN F*ck My Life, 230504

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Lawd Jesus help my soul

wow

five dates and a proposal

▸ pro athlete!michael kaiser x fem!socialite!reader

▸ 11k words

▸ (slight) enemies to lovers, arranged marriage au, mutual pining, fluff, 2 cups of angst and comfort, attempted humor (read: kaiser being a lovestruck fool), extremely dialogue heavy!

▸ warnings: obligatory kaiser warning (makes a joke about infertility but i smacked him on the forehead for it)

▸ my favorite genre of writing is drabble turned monster :) i think i was blushing the entire time i wrote this. also, i love that he gets called mihya (short for mihyaeru, his name written in katakana) and i just had to include it

all it takes is five dates for kaiser to fall in love with you and you in him, much to your surprise

the first date.

Here we go again, Kaiser thinks as he straightens his coat and walks into the upscale restaurant. He hates this one particularly. Its décor is too flashy, its menu unreasonably overpriced, and the portions look like they were made for children. He hates the crowd that frequents it as well, which mainly consists of uptight members of high society decked out in designer wear, always speaking a little too loud and laughing a little too hard.

Nonetheless, Kaiser wouldn’t say he was above or below them. In fact, he probably fit right in—as did you.

His plans tonight entails one of five dinner dates with you, who is yet another prospective candidate for his arranged marriage. His parents have been pointlessly concerned that his career has been in the way of him settling down in a relationship, so they thoughtfully made these arrangements in a bid to help him.

Your parents, on the other hand, were in the midst of a power struggle in the succession rights of the billion-dollar conglomerate founded by your grandfather. According to what he’s heard, you were up against your cousin, who already had a wife and a newborn earlier this year. Apparently your elders seemed to favor those that are family-oriented and so in order for you to become a more preferable candidate to take over the business, you needed a husband.

And so, your deplorable circumstances seemed to be the perfect opportunity to reintroduce him to you. His ma told him that he had once met you before when he just started college, though he can’t recall a single thing about you.

His parents knew yours well enough to brief him on a little bit about you prior to this meeting. You’re also a well-known socialite in a few circles and it wasn’t hard to find your social media account, which helped confirm a bunch of assumptions he made.

Your Instagram feed is everything he expects it to be. Neat, tidy, and calculated. You have quotes in your captions from all sorts of novels to show that you’re well read. You regularly tag the people you meet in your professional and casual outings to show that you’re well-connected. And of course, you liked to post the places you’ve been and the things you own to subtly showcase your wealth.

It feels like it might just be another round of same person, different face, though the only thing that intrigues him is that you’re far prettier in person than in the pictures. He spots you immediately, sitting in the corner by the wide window. There’s an arrogance in the way you’re sitting straight, elbows on the table and your lifted gaze directed aimlessly out the window.

You’re resting your chin in the palm of your hand, a rose-gold watch adorning your wrist, nails freshly manicured, and your make-up flawless—exactly the kind of woman Kaiser can’t stand.

But he takes a deep breath. The least he could do was ‘play nice’ as he was told and keep his unfavorable first impression of you from clouding his judgement, even though he doesn’t actually plan on taking this meeting as seriously as his parents would have liked him to.

“You’re late,” you say as soon as he approaches. You don’t even look at him, keeping your eyes on the skyline.

Well, Kaiser dislikes you already.

He fakes a chuckle, pulling the chair out from across you. “Sorry about that.”

“Let’s just cut to the chase,” you direct your icy gaze at him, though it doesn’t make him flinch. “I’m only here to fulfill my obligations to my parents and I suspect you are too. I’ll likely be the most difficult person you’ll ever meet on these next five dates, so let’s just agree to enjoy dinner, not speak, and get these meetings over and done with. Alright?”

Based on the tone of your voice alone, Kaiser can tell you’re someone who’s used to authority, someone used to being in charge and calling the shots. And if it’s one thing Kaiser loves to do, it’s to challenge authority. Your proposition was in his best interest as well, but Kaiser couldn’t help but be curious about what would happen if he pulled your strings.

“That’s a tall order right off the bat, darling.”

“Do not address me by anything other than my name.”

Kaiser leans forward, crossing his arms over the table. “I’ll do what I want, dar-ling.”

As if to disrupt the tension beginning to build between you two, a cheerful waiter immediately comes over to take your orders. The two of you exchange less than friendly glares as the waiter explained the contents of the chef’s recommendation tonight. Much to your annoyance, Kaiser also orders the chef’s recommendation and the exact same beverage as you.

“Don’t get all self-important, princess,” Kaiser continues as soon as the waiter takes his leave, “I’m wasting my precious time to come meet you too. Don’t you think I also have a say on how I want to spend it?”

“And how would you like to spend it, Michael Kaiser? With idle chatter so you can somehow charm your way into my pants?”

“Oh, ideally,” he says in earnest. “But that means I’d have to be attracted to you in the first place.”

Your nostrils flare at the insult but you recover quickly, another witty response already locked and loaded. “Good then. If you’re not attracted to me, marriage should be completely off the table and this date should be the first and last, yes?”

“Not exactly,” Kaiser says, to which you frown. “I want you to tell me things about yourself that your little get-up can’t,” he adds, vaguely gesturing to your appearance.

“What, you’re going to take this arranged marriage thing seriously? You’re looking to settle down?”

Kaiser shrugs. “Not yet. But who knows? Maybe you’ll change my mind.”

Clearly, you weren’t prepared for this. You part your rose-painted lips as if to say something, then purse them as if to change your mind. He can practically see the thoughts doing laps in your mind, and with the way you glance at him, then out the window before letting out a resigned huff of a sigh, Kaiser can’t help but think you’re kind of cute. There’s an obvious front you’re putting up and you’re somehow piquing his interest the more you talk.

“No snarky response this time? Aw, you’re not living up to your reputation, princess.”

In a show of giving up, you finally drop your poised act, shoulder slumping as you throw your weight back against the chair.

“What do you want, Kaiser?” you say, arms crossed your chest.

“As I said, to get to know you better.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. See, these arranged marriage meetings suck on their own, so there’s no reason to make it worse. If we have to eat at this shitty restaurant, with this shitty music, amongst all these shitty fake people, we might as well keep each other company.”

It takes Kaiser a moment to realize that you’re biting your cheek and looking out the window in an attempt to stifle your laugh. He’s fixated on what is probably a rare expression on you.

He leans over the table for a better look, cocking his head to the side. “What’s that? Did I make you laugh?”

“No,” you say almost too quickly, doing the most to keep emotion from showing on your face. You’re terrible at it though. “I just thought you chose this tacky restaurant. I hate this palce.”

“Well, there you go. The first thing we have in common: I hate this place too.” Then, after a moment or two, he adds, “actually, my old man must’ve made the reservation. It’s his favorite place, said he met my ma here.”

“No way… this was where my parents had their first date too…”

“Ah.”

The weird silence that came with finding out that he had something so strangely specific in common with you is, thankfully, disrupted again by that same waiter from before. He sets down your meals and beverages with a toothy grin, wishing you both a fine evening as he spun on his heel and left.

You’re the one to start the conversation up again, with Kaiser noting your voice lacked that tension he sensed in the beginning.

“How many times have you been on these kinds of dates?” you ask, gesturing with your fork.

“Eight. You?”

“Oh, wow. Only four but no one’s ever made it to that second date before. I think some terrible rumor about me is going around because my parents are having a tough time finding a willing sacrificial bachelor,” you joke.

“I’m the opposite. Everyone wants to tie the knot with me after meeting me but they bail when I tell them I’m infertile.”

You choke at that.

“I’m kidding…” Kaiser quickly says. The couple eating at the next table gives him a pointed glance of sympathy and he suddenly feels the urgent need to clarify his case. “That was a joke, I’m not infertile. I was kidding… Really, I’m not infertile, alright—”

“Okay! You don’t have to keep repeating it!” you hush.

A spring gushes forth in his heart when he notices you’re giggling, this time making no effort to turn your face away and hide it from him. It’s a sound he much prefers over the acoustic covers the restaurant speakers have been playing on loop and it makes him want to think of ways to hear it again.

“I wouldn’t mind infertility, I think,” you continue, completely missing the dumbstruck smile on Kaiser’s face as you poke around your food and casually take what he made as a joke into something to consider. “Kids seem like a huge responsibility. I’d never be a good mom.”

“Really? You look like you’d be great with kids.”

“No, I’d be a terribly strict mom. I wouldn’t let them eat sweets before bed, I wouldn’t let them play until they finish their homework, and I’d probably get mad all the time too.”

Kaiser waves his hand dismissively. “Sounds like normal parenting to me. I’d be the kind of dad that’ll sneak in the sweets after lights out, I’d help them cram their homework in the morning, and I’d rarely ever get mad.”

“You seem like the kind of dad that’d rarely get mad but would completely blow a fuse when you do get angry.”

“Yes, exactly like how my old man is,” he cracks a smile. “See? Wouldn’t we make a good pair?”

Kaiser can tell from just your face that you had no idea where he was steering this conversation and when the realization dawned on you, the sight of your flushed cheeks made him beam. So this is what you look like when you’re caught off-guard. It’s an expression no camera could ever capture, something that can never be feigned. You turn your attention back to your food before taking a long sip of your drink, hoping the time it took to empty the glass would make him forget how embarrassed you looked all of a sudden.

Unfortunately for you, Kaiser had already decided this isn’t something he’ll let go of easily.

“By the way, let me be the first.”

You look up at him, skepticism shining in your eyes. “First what?”

“The first to take you out on that second date.”

the second date.

To say you were nervous was an understatement.

It’s the first time someone your parents chose wanted to see you again after the first meeting, so the novelty of it all made you rethink your outfit a few times, exchange your bag for another, and go back and forth checking the mirror. Keeping up appearances was like second nature in your family, so you doubly made sure that you looked exactly the part you were meant to play since the day you were born.

The only reason the tension in your muscles begin to relax is because you remind yourself that it’s just Kaiser you’re seeing.

Yes, Michael ‘world-renowned professional soccer athlete’ Kaiser.

You met him once at a family friend’s New Year’s party a few years ago, though it seemed he hardly remembered you. You, on the other hand, had been left with a very strong first impression that made you all the more wary about meeting him again all these years later.

Kaiser was notorious amongst your circle as an arrogant, self-absorbed, elusive man who allegedly knew how to win girls over to get one thing and one thing only. A very common stereotype tacked onto good-looking figures of the public eye, such as celebrities and athletes. You knew he might be much different compared to what everyone was saying but after meeting him again, you couldn’t help but feel that his mannerisms and way of speech kind of lent to this image he had created for himself.

He was more a smooth-talker than you were prepared for too. Though the one thing that really caught you by surprise that evening was the fact that he wanted to see you again.

Whether it was a genuine wish or just an opportunity to toy with you, mother and father were delighted to hear that you’d be going on a second date. It was unprecedented throughout their laborious efforts to find you a husband, and so you went to see Kaiser again so as not to let them down.

Well, you’d be lying if you said that was the only reason you went.

This time, you chose the venue: a grill-your-own barbecue restaurant, a place not as fancy as that extravagant establishment you met him at two weeks ago but certainly a place worth visiting.

You climbed out of the cab just as Kaiser parked his car, and upon seeing you, he waited at the entrance.

“You’re late,” he says, mocking you from that first meeting.

“We arrived at the same time.”

“To be honest, I’m surprised you actually showed up.”

“So you weren’t serious about it? Fine, I can just head back home—”

“Not so fast now, angel.” Kaiser gently pulls you by the arm before you can completely turn on your heel, his fingers lingering on your skin long enough for you to notice before he lets go. “Do you get mad over every little thing?”

“Yeah,” you scoff, pushing past him as you enter the restaurant.

“I didn’t think you ate at places like this,” Kaiser says after you expertly recited your usual order at the counter. Since he said he’ll have whatever you’ll have, you had free reign over which cuts of meat and side dishes to order. You didn’t even need to read the menu to know what you wanted.

“Then stop making assumptions about me.”

“Don’t you have, like, a private chef or something to grill your meat for you?”

You roll your eyes, pouring some iced tea from the pitcher into two plastic cups. “We do, but I like doing it myself from time to time.”

Kaiser nods to himself, “I see. Miss Independent.”

Silence ensues for a moment. Though the crowd here is rowdier than at the fancy restaurant, you still find that the background noise doesn’t do enough to fill the increasingly awkward air between you two and for some reason, you find the despeate need to say something.

“Well… How was your week?”

You only realized how unnatural and lame of a conversation-starter that was until you said it. Even Kaiser’s brows knitted together, the hand holding his cup frozen in mid-air.

“Sorry, what?”

“I don’t know,” you begin to ramble, speaking a little too fast when you’re trying to disguise how humiliating that was. “This is the first time anyone’s wanted to go out again on a second date, okay? I don’t know what I’m supposed to talk about.”

Kaiser snorts at that, “wait, you were being serious? No one’s ever asked you on a second date?”

“You don’t have to sound so incredulous. Why would I lie about that?”

“Oh, angel, the world is full of people who lie. But anyway, you’ve got the looks, money, and status—what else could a man want?”

You can’t tell if he’s trying to comfort you or just make sense of something he sincerely can’t comprehend. The latter seems more convincing to you at this point. Even though you brought it up in lightheartedness, what you said was no joke or exaggeration; no man has ever wanted to see you again after the first date. You didn’t want to care about it, didn’t want to be bothered by something you didn’t truly expect in the first place, but being rejected like that still stung.

Father is convinced all men lack spines while mother pins the blame on the prestige of your family, saying that your social standing is too intimidating, too high up. You knew they were just trying to be kind without actually saying don’t worry, the one for you is out there somewhere! but with the few times that it’s happened, you can’t help but wonder if the fault lies with you. Maybe you’re just not desirable, or wife-material, or lovable.

The raw meat arrives in time for this conversation to end, much to your relief. You didn’t want to unravel such a subject in front of someone like Kaiser and a deep-dive into your insecurities certainly isn’t what you want to discuss over dinner.

Kaiser grabs a tong from the side of the table and immediately gets to work, the sizzling sound of the meat on the hot grill and the smoke rising from it filling the air. You reach out to retrieve a tong for yourself only to have Kaiser smack your hand away.

“No, I’ll cook.”

“What, why? I can cook too.”

“Let me cook,” he insists, adorning the surface area of the grill with slices of beef, chicken, and vegetables.

“You don’t even know how I like them done!”

“Then you can tell me.”

You frown for a moment, clearly annoyed that he’s grilling the meat with one hand and still blocking the utensils from you with his other. “You’re so stubborn.”

“So are you,” Kaiser chuckles. “But that’s good, we’re here to learn new things about each other, right?”

Up until this point, you were fully convinced that Kaiser was just seeing you to kill time or something like that. Surely he had other, more preferable ways of spending his nights rather than meet with a girl his parents set him up with. He already established early on that he wasn't attracted to you, so why was he going out of his way to—

"Medium-well or well-done?"

"I can do it myself," you mumble, making one last attempt.

"I said, medium-well or well-done?" he repeats.

"...Medium-well."

"I knew it."

"Sure you did."

"I did! That was what I guessed in my head!"

You hum, watching as Kaiser carefully transfers the meat from the grill to your plate. He lines up the slices of cooked meat neatly on your plate before filling up the sides with the vegetables he grilled as well, including carrot strips and garlic.

He’s surprisingly meticulous at this, double-checking each slice of meat to make sure it's not overcooked, keeping the juices from spilling onto the table, and pouring just enough dipping sauce into your bowl.

“Would you say you’re a tidy person?” you wonder out loud. Habits like these typically carry over to other aspects in life.

“Probably.”

“Do you clean your room and do the laundry and stuff?”

“Nah, we’ve got a maid for that.”

“Oh, right.”

“But my ma is kind of a clean freak. I used to help her vacuum around the house and wash the dishes as a kid. I did dumb shit like try to vacuum the cat’s tail and broke a few mugs by dropping them in the sink, but it’s made me pick up a good habit or two.”

The anecdote prompts the corners of your lips to twitch. Kaiser just gave you a brief glance into his childhood with so much candidness that it surprisingly made you more curious about who he was in the past; as a boy, a teenager, and all the versions of him that led up to the man who sat before you now.

When you shift your gaze to the table again, you frown at the sight of his empty plate. Foregoing the tongs and just making use of your chopsticks, you reach into the grill to pick up some slices of meat yourself. Before Kaiser can protest, you serve him the meat he's been so busy cooking for you.

"You should be eating too, stupid," you mumble.

The gesture stuns him for a moment before he takes this as a prime opportunity for more teasing, that sultriness dripping from his voice again.

"Mm, want to feed me one yourself, princess?" he says, leaving his mouth wide open. You search the table for a second before stuffing a piece of lettuce in his face.

"Oh right, I didn't get to answer before, but my week's been good actually. What about yours?"

Oh, you didn't think he was actually listening when you asked.

"My week's been g—" you stop short only to recall the dreary meetings, cranky clients, and half-assed reports you have to correct and potentially rewrite by the end of next week, all of which reminds you that it hasn’t been a good week. You correct yourself, “it was alright.”

"You hesitated," he points out.

"I mean, it was fine. Not terrible, not particularly good either."

"Any reason why?"

"Just the usual shitty stuff that comes with being a capitalist slave."

Kaiser chuckles, flipping another slice of meat all the while. "You, the daughter of an international conglomerate, being a capitalist slave?"

"We're the most dedicated slaves of all," you say dramatically. It makes him laugh and you have to remind yourself to keep talking so you don’t get caught staring. "People think my work is cut out for me because I'm part of this family, but in reality, they work me like a dog."

"Sounds rough. Do you like it though?"

"Well, I'm good at it."

"That's not what I asked, darling." Kaiser lifts his gaze from the grill to really look at you, the first time he's done so tonight. "I'm pretty amazing at soccer, but I also fucking love it. Can you say that about your work?"

Ignoring the way he so easily talked big about himself, you pondered his question for a moment. Truth be told, it left you stumped. It was one of those open-ended questions that could leave you thinking for days, weeks, or even months. Have you ever honestly asked yourself if you liked your work, much less loved it before? Did you genuinely enjoy what you've been doing? Or have you tricked yourself into thinking you do simply because you've got a knack for it? 

Actually, you've never even thought about doing anything else because you've lived your entire life with the understanding that you'll one day have to carry on the family business. There never seemed to be any space for what you wanted and what made you happy. But was that an issue? You do want to help your family and carry on a legacy that’s so precious to them. Should anything be wrong about that?

"Dar-ling?"

Kaiser snaps his fingers in front of you, effectively pulling you out of your reverie. You didn't even realize you'd slipped into such a daze until Kaiser repeatedly called your name.

He tilts his head to the side, a softened smile on his lips, "you don't have to think about it so seriously. Sorry if I overstepped."

There it is. That somehow kind and patient look on his face. It doesn’t surface often but when it does, it makes your insides go all tender. His apology tops it off all nicely as well, which makes you feel obligated to apologize as well. "Oh no, you didn't... overstep... I just completely zoned out, sorry."

"It's fine, by the way, I'll get to choose the place for our next date, right?"

Your eyes narrow in on him. "You want to see me again?"

"Of course."

"...I'm starting to think you're actually considering an arranged marriage."

"Don't flatter yourself, princess. I'm just killing time."

As you thought.

But the tone in which he said it didn’t sit right with you. You didn't know Kaiser well enough to confidently tell when he's lying or not, but you're somehow certain that what he just said isn't the truth at all. There's no way he'd make these softened expressions and speak to you so earnestly if he was just killing time. There’s no truth in that. And you don't know what to do with this information. Was it too conceited to think he might actually be interested in you? Was it pathetic that the thought makes you kind of giddy? 

You try to downplay your expectations, overwrite any thought that might disappoint you down the line.

"Fine. Where are we going next?"

"It's a surprise. I'll come pick you up."

the third date.

“You know,  you don’t actually have to go on five dates with me. I can make up some excuse so you don’t have to waste your time,” you say as soon as you climb into his car.

You’re wearing something fancy again, your shoulders exposed, a different tiny bag in your grip, your nails a lighter color, and your make-up as flawless as the last time he saw you at the barbecue restaurant. 

He hasn't told you where he's taking you and upon seeing how much effort you seemingly put into that get-up, he feels like he's going to get an earful when he does arrive at the destination. You haven't noticed his casual wear yet, perhaps because it's dark out, so Kaiser launches into a made-up explanation to distract you as he drives out of your apartment lobby.

"No, I've come up with a brilliant plan to keep my parents from arranging these things again."

"It sounds terrible already." 

"Listen, I'm going to go out on these five dates with you, I'm going to tell them we hit it off and that I think it might work out, they're going to be happy and I'm going to act like I'm so in love, and at the end, I'm going to say you dumped me—"

"What?!"

"—I'll go through this long period of devastation and they'd feel too sorry for me to make me meet anyone else."

"Wait, you can't tell them I dumped you. They're going to tell my parents and my parents will interrogate me over why I dumped someone who could stand going on three dates with me!"

"You know, you make it sound like men have to endure spending time with you. What'd you do to scare 'em off like that?"

"I didn't do anything..." you say, your voice trailing off. 

Kaiser notices a shift in the air and glances over to see a split-second of that dejected expression on your face. It's the same one you wore the last time you mentioned this and Kaiser is convinced the subject is more sensitive than he thought. You sink into your seat, face turned to the side so that you're looking out at the window. 

"Where are we going anyway?"

Kaiser hums, eager to change the topic as well. "Somewhere you'd never expect."

"Well, as long as it's not a McDonald's drive-thru or something,” you jest.

Kaiser bites his tongue to keep from bursting into laughter because when he actually does pull up to the nearest McDonald's drive-thru, as he planned to from the very beginning, you're already fisting his shirt in an attempt to throttle him.

"You jerk! Don't you know how long it took me to get ready?! If I'd known we were going here I wouldn't have gone through the goddamn trouble! I put this stupid dress on for nothing!"

"Nah, you can think of it as dressing up for me, princess," he says, playing with fire by sensually wrapping his hand around your wrist.

You let go of him immediately to escape his cheap advance. “Gross. You’re so infuriating, Kaiser, I swear to god—”

Good evening, welcome to McDonald's, can I take your order?

Kaiser promptly rolls down his window, completely ignoring your protests as he leans towards the speaker outside. "Yeah, I'll get a big mac."

Would you like a meal with that?

"Yep, upsized please."

Kaiser then turns to you with a pointed expression, silently asking you what you want to have. Your only response is to pout and frown in his passenger seat and Kaiser has to actively stop thinking about how adorable you look. Your silent protest ends when the lady on the opposite end of the speaker adds, is there anything else you'd like?

"A double cheeseburger," you say through gritted teeth. Just as kaiser is about to repeat your order, you add, in the smallest voice possible, "and 6-piece nuggets."

Kaiser chuckles, turning back to the speaker. "Yeah, also a double cheeseburger and 6-piece nuggets. Make them both meals."

Would you like those to be upsized as well?

Kaiser turns to find you vigorously shaking your head. "Yep, upsize them all, thanks."

"Ugh," you sigh.

Thank you, please proceed to the next window to make your payment.

Parked in the back of the McDonald's parking lot, with the engine off and the sunroof open to let the cool autumn air in, Kaiser watches curiously as you enjoy your nuggets. You’d both just finished your burgers and the only sound he hears now is your munching, as well as the brief hums that leave your throat. He knows you’ll never admit it in front of him, but you look pretty happy with your nuggets.

When you meet his eyes and notice him staring, you jut your chin out at him. “What?”

“I want one.”

“No.”

“Just one.”

“If you wanted nuggets, then you should’ve gotten your own.”

“Tch, you’re stingy.”

“Yeah, I'm a whole lot of things you won’t like, Kaiser.”

Kaiser reaches into the paper bag for the french fries. He pops a few into his mouth then, as if testing the waters, offers you one. He suppresses the smirk threatening to play on his lips when you eat it from his fingers. It’s like you didn’t even notice he’s feeding you. He eats one more fry himself, then gives you another.

"Yeah? What else then?"

"I'm impatient. Greedy. Sometimes possessive. Judgmental. I don't take criticism well, I bottle things up, explode at the worst possible timing, and I burn my bridges."

Kaiser nods. It sounds like a list you’re familiar with, as if counting off your worst qualities was a favorite pastime of yours. "Wanna know my worst qualities?"

"Ooh, I didn't know you're self-aware."

"I'm an egoist. Rash. Selfish, consumed by self-righteousness. I hate admitting I need help, I can be manipulative to get the things I want, and I get unforgivably frustrated when there are things I can't have."

There's not a hint of mockery in his tone and the quiet that follows is one born out of a shared understanding that you've just confessed the ugliest parts of yourselves. It hits differently in the privacy of his car, with the stars out, and a half-moon hiding behind a haze of clouds.

Kaiser's head falls against the leather seat as he turns his body to face you. "What about your best qualities? Tell me that."

"My best?"

"Yeah."

The doubt that fills your avoiding eyes tugs at his heartstrings. Why did you just laugh like it's a silly thing to ask? Why do you seem so hesitant, so reluctant? Why was it far easier for you to list off all the worst things you are compared to this?

"I can go first," he says, perhaps in an attempt to boost your confidence. He’s perfectly aware he can be a bit full of himself sometimes but he’s not stupid enough to know there’s also a way of talking good about yourself without sounding like a narcissist. "I'm dedicated. Attentive. Committed. I fulfill my promises, I don't give up on my dreams. I'm something of an optimist."

You don't make fun of him for it at all. In fact, you're nodding like it makes sense, like these actually are qualities present in him even though you've hardly seen evidence of it. 

"And you?" he says, reaching out to poke your nose.

You take a deep breath like a new student nervously introducing themselves to the class on the very first day of school. This is something that's taking a lot of effort from you, he can tell that much.

"I'm... uh, I'm... I guess I'm... hard-working?"

"Yeah, that's a good start."

"I'm compassionate, I think. A dutiful daughter. I'm... wise...? I don't know, this is too hard for me, Kaiser."

"You're a lot more than that, you know."

It takes longer than he expects for you to reply, and when you do, there's a distinct chill in your voice.

"You can save the pep talk, Kaiser," you say, faking a smile. "Sometimes, things aren't as cut and dried as they seem."

He knows what you're trying to say. There’s a resigned look in your eyes and a hint of indignation in your low voice. You don't want to talk about this anymore. Even Kaiser knows when not to cross the line.

So, he smacks a hand to his chest and dramatically throws his head back in a showy attempt to evade the topic altogether. Kaiser is a master of misdirection and he’ll make sure to breeze through this bump in the road with you. He won’t let this shift in mood mark this night.

"I'm so hurt!" he cries, "you're trampling all over my efforts to create an intimate moment with the prettiest girl I've ever seen!"

The deadpan expression on your face is priceless. "...You're overdoing it, Kaiser."

"Am I, mademoiselle?" he tries to take your hand, but you pull it away with a laugh before he can kiss the back of it.

"Wait, do you speak French?"

"Non, why? Does it look like I do?"

"It sounds like you do."

"Ah," he says, nodding to himself like a lightbulb lit up in his head. "You think French accents are sexy, don't you?"

You consider it for a moment. "Actually, I don't know. I've never thought about it."

"Good answer. If you had said yes, I'd be rushing off to learn how to speak with a french accent."

Your eyes twinkle in the dim lighting of the McDonald's parking lot streetlamp and Kaiser really needs to fight the urge to kiss you.

You sigh, tearing your gaze away from him. "You're such a sweet talker, you know that?"

"Is it finally working on you?"

"No."

"Damn, guess I gotta keep trying."

“Do you want a McFlurry, by the way?”

“You’re still hungry?” Kaiser asks.

“I have a separate stomach for dessert. If you don’t want any, I can go get my own—”

“Nah, it’s fine, I'll get it for you. Just wait here like a good girl.”

“I'm not a child.”

"Oreo, strawberry shortcake, blueberry?"

"Oreo, please and thank you."

Kaiser responds with a satisfied hum. “You’re cute when you’re polite. I’ll be back soon, don’t miss me too much!”

He can't even suppress his smile any longer, and you watch, with reddened cheeks and fumbling thumbs, as Kaiser makes his way inside the fast-food chain with an obvious skip in his step.

the fourth date.

After twenty agonizing minutes of arguing about who's going to pay the bill for your fourth date, you sit beside Kaiser with seething rage as you watch him triumphantly hand his card to the waitress. The card is swiped, his pin punched in, and the waitress leaves with a kind smile on her face, wishing you two a lovely night.

"Here, you can have this," Kaiser says, sliding the bill holder to you, which now contains a few pieces of mint candies in place of the bill. You noticed Kaiser also managed to swipe the receipt before you could even take a peek.

"Send me your account number. I'll transfer my share."

"Darling, you don't even know how much it even is."

"I can check the menu."

"Doesn't include tax and service charge."

"10 percent for tax because it's an upscale restaurant and an 11-percent service charge. I'm not an idiot."

Kaiser keeps silent for a moment. "Can you please just let me pay for your dinner?"

"No! I'm going to feel indebted—"

Kaiser holds his index finger up to stop you. The only reason you shut up is because his phone is ringing and you recognized the caller ID before he picked up.

"Hey, ma!"

If it was anyone else, you would have carried on with your argument, fighting to the death to pay him back. But because it's his mother, you'll resist, even if for a few moments.

"Yeah, we just finished," he says, glancing at you before pulling the receiver away slightly to tell you ma says hi.

"Tell her I said hi back!"

Kaiser makes a face at the innocent, demure tone you adopt, worlds removed from the aggression you spoke with just a moment ago.

"She says hi too, yeah."

You take one of the mints, ripping the wrapper open before popping the candy into your mouth.

"I'm just dropping her off at home, so it's fine. It's on the way anyway."

Kaiser taps you on the shoulder, pointing at the candy, then at himself. Do you want one? you mouth, to which he nods.

"So, laundry detergent, lemons..."

You unwrap the candy and hand it to him, but Kaiser shakes his head then points to his mouth instead. The sly man wanted you to feed him.

"No way!" you whisper.

"Chips? You sure, ma? Dad likes the salt and vinegar ones though?"

Kaiser takes matters into his own hands when he encircles your wrist, trying to guide your hand to feed him the candy. You resist with all your might but Kaiser, who’s obviously holding back his strength, keeps tugging you playfully.

"Ooh, okay, yep. Got it. Love you, ma. See you."

His casual expression of affection for his mother momentarily distracts you, and after hanging up the call, Kaiser takes it as a perfect opportunity to dive and retrieve the candy for himself.

From your fingers.

With his lips.

You freeze in shock for one second too long, which gives him the chance to kiss your fingers, his moist lips on the very verge of suckling your skin before taking the candy by his teeth. Goosebumps ride up on your spine as a result of it and you smack his arm.

“Kaiser!” you shriek, cheeks ablaze and your face red up to your ears.

Kaiser bursts out laughing at how bashful you look. He slips his phone back into his pocket and rises to his feet.

"C'mon, princess. I'll take you home. Oh, and do you mind if we stop by a grocery store on the way, though? Ma needs me to pick up a few things."

Your eyes instantly light up at that. This was your chance! Surely Kaiser couldn't do anything if you paid for his groceries to make up for dinner. After all, it’s only fair. 

The closest supermarket to your apartment happens to be a mega supermarket, a huge grocery store that operates 24-hours and probably stretches the length of an olympic-sized pool.

Kaiser enters without even glancing at the rows of trolleys or stacks of baskets.

"Do you have to get a lot of things?" you ask, barely keeping up with his long strides.

"Yeah, a handful."

"Don't you need a basket?"

"Nah, it's not that much. I can carry it."

After fifteen minutes and repeatedly turning down your offer to go fetch a basket, you watch him with an unimpressed look on your face as Kaiser attempts to balance a 1-liter bottle of laundry detergent in his elbow, a plastic bag of lemons in between his fingers, four bags of chips in his arms, two cartons of milk in his other hand, and a small pack of batteries on top of that.

He’s perfectly aware that you’re just watching him struggle without a basket, but he doesn’t say anything out of his pride.

One of the bags of chips then falls to the floor.

You sigh tiredly at this circus, bending over to reach for the bag, when Kaiser stops you.

"No, no, I got this," he claims.

When he lowers himself to the ground, the bag of lemons slips through his fingers, falling to the ground as well. The batteries then follow.

"For the love of god, just let me help you."

With the way his shoulders slump at the realization he won’t be able to pick things up from the ground, Kaiser almost looks like a lost puppy.

"...Fine," he relents.

For some stupid reason, Kaiser was stubbornly committed to not using a basket even for the rest of your trek through the supermarket. Employees approached the two of you more than once to offer the assistance of a basket, to which Kaiser turned down both. Now, you're both walking around the huge place carrying all your things in your arms, and picking up more stuff than what Kaiser's mother asked for.

You realized you needed a new toothbrush. Kaiser just remembered he ran out of shampoo. You're planning to bake tomorrow, so you need some yeast. Kaiser forgot his mother asked him to get eggs too. 

You wandered through the maze of supermarket aisles together, picking up things here and there like couples do. You can’t help but admit that you do quite enjoy the domesticity of it all.

At the cash register, you're hit with the reminder that you accompanied Kaiser here in the first place so you could pay for everything. You and Kaiser load all  your things onto the conveyor belt and wait patiently as the cashier scans the barcodes.

"Would you like to pay together?" she asks.

Kaiser steps forward, effectively blocking you. "Yep, all together."

You knew he would do this. If it was a battle of speed, you were likely going to lose against him as well. Luckily, after your last defeat at the restaurant, you have a contingency plan.

“Oh, Kaiser! I just remembered!” you search through the piles of things on the belt before picking up a yoghurt drink. “Could you get the blueberry flavor of this drink?”

Then comes a strategy you’ve employed more than enough times. You’d be lying if you said you’ve never used your looks to get someone to do something for you. You look up at Kaiser with big eyes, blinking slowly as your gentle plea leaves your lips. “Please?” you say, briefly touching his arm in a way you never have before. He looks at you before glancing at the yoghurt drink, and for the briefest moment, you think it won’t work.

It does though.

“Just one or two?” he asks, taking the drink from you.

"Just one is fine."

Kaiser takes off immediately, luckily already out of earshot when the cashier turns to you with a slightly apologetic look in her eyes.

“Oh, ma’am, I’m afraid we don’t have that drink in that flavor.”

"I know," you smile cunningly. "I just needed to get him out of here because I'd like to pay for everything, please."

The cashier looks surprised for a moment before breaking into a smile. "You two make a very cute couple."

"Is that so?" you laugh. "All he does is get on my nerves though."

"That's all love really is sometimes, isn't it?" the cashier says, scanning the last of your items. "It really shows in the way he looks at you, by the way."

The cashier doesn’t notice how that takes you by surprise as she bags all your items. The words sound like something straight out of a script for a romantic film, not something that could ever be applicable to your life. You don’t know how to respond except to smile, so much bashfulness contained in the apples of your cheeks.

"Here's your total! Cash or card?"

"Card please."

Kaiser takes his sweet time and returns empty-handed, as you expect. “Darling, I couldn’t find the blueberry one. I looked everywhere but all they had was…” his voice trails off as when he notices the bagged groceries and the paid receipt already stapled on the outside of one of the bags. “Did you pay for everything?!”

You’d have reveled in Kaiser’s excessive reaction, even taking pleasure at the victory you secured in paying your share tonight, while he went off on a rant about how it made no sense that you paid for the groceries when they consisted of things he picked up for his mother. But Kaiser’s ramble entered one ear and out the other as you both made your way back to his car, because all you can think of were the words of the cashier.

They continued to echo in your head until you fell back on your bed, staring up at the ceiling.

It shows in the way he looks at you. Did Kaiser look at you with love?

the fifth date (and the proposal).

Your nerves return to eating your insides as you make sense of the finality that comes with tonight being the fifth date, meaning it is the last of the arrangement courtesy of your parents and Kaiser’s.

Your parents have tried to pry in on the matter but you evaded the subject altogether. Partly out of sheer embarrassment and partly out of fear. Because what’s going to happen after, you didn’t know. You’ve been operating under the guise of the impression that the two of you were just fulfilling your obligations as filial children to your parents. You convinced yourself this was nothing more than just helping them out with a chore, like picking up their groceries or making them breakfast.

It should be nothing more than another task you can finally cross off your list… So why has there been a looming sense of dread haunting you since this morning? Why did you keep staring at the clock, waiting for 7 p.m. to arrive, and find yourself hoping the night will never come to an end?

Kaiser insisted he’ll plan this last date but he hasn’t told you about where he’s taking you, which you made sure he’d do so you can dress appropriately. But you’ve been so fidgety and on edge because Kaiser hasn’t texted you at all today. Not even his usual good morning ♡ or the occasional good luck with your meeting, darling!

You hated to admit that you’re waiting on him. You pace your room for a moment, distracting yourself with some work emails and going through documents that need signing, until your phone finally lights up with a notification you’ve been looking forward to.

Except it’s only disappointment that fills your chest when you read his words.

Practice is running late today, don’t think I can make it for the date tonight :(

That’s okay, we can resched…

You’re crestfallen. You throw your phone across your bed before dropping your weight as well. But you don’t get the time to reprimand yourself for such a pathetic reaction when your device lights up again. You move in reflex to check it.

I still want to see you though :(

Kaiser is always more honest than you could ever hope to be. You bite your lip, feeling your heart begin to race as you ponder the connotations of what you’re about to suggest. Oh, to hell with it.

You can come over, if you want. I’m staying up anyway to do a bit of work…

Kaiser replies to you immediately.

:O are you trying to seduce me?

You stare at his message long enough for your idle screen to lock, and in its reflection, you see the dumb smile spread across your face. You rollover onto your stomach to get a grip.

Never mind. Forget I asked.

I’ll head over as soon as I’m finished ;)

Rush-hour traffic had long subsided by the time Kaiser finally made his way to your place. He was initially frustrated that training was going to ruin his dinner plans—he was this close to ditching practice altogether and just brace whatever sanctions the coach would give him—but now that you’ve offered him to come over, he can’t help but think it’s a blessing in disguise.

After parking his car down the street, Kaiser walks into the lobby to find that the security guard recognizes him. The guard gave him access to the 42nd floor, which was one level below the penthouse but also consisted of one apartment unit; yours.

He waits patiently for you to open the door and all he feels are the jitters. It’s been a really long time since he was last this nervous. Seeing you late into the night actually kind of makes him feel like a rebellious teenager again and he wipes the sweat from his palms on the back of his trousers.

His hair is still slightly damp from the shower he took after practice, but he doesn’t even care at this point. He’s just so excited to see you that he feels almost dizzy. He knows he just saw you last week after the whole ordeal at the supermarket and yet, he wants to keep seeing you.

Tonight marks the last date of the arrangement, but Kaiser is confident he doesn’t want it to end here. It can’t. He won’t let it.

When you finally open the door, your scent brushing past him like a spring breeze, Kaiser immediately breaks into a smile. Of course, you look casual today, so uncharacteristically laid-back and relaxed.

“Missed me, darling?”

You click your tongue before letting him in. “Wipe that smug look off your face, Kaiser.”

Kaiser hums, carefully stepping inside as he inspects your home. Every corner of this space is filled with you and he wants to take in as much as he can to learn more about you. He whistles impressively at the grandiose unit; sparkling floor-to-ceiling glass windows on every side, sleek furniture all in tones of aquamarine and beige, a massive flatscreen TV that curves to accommodate your wide sofa, and a brand new playstation 5 sitting atop the console table under it.

“Eh? You game?” he says, pointing at the console.

“Sometimes,” you shrug. “It’s usually for when my friends come over.”

Kaiser raises a brow, turning to you. “Guy friends?”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” Kaiser purses his lips like he didn’t even recognize the implication of this question. You pay it no mind though, “it’s just girls. We mostly play horror games though.”

“Oh… okay, I didn’t see that coming.”

“Do you want to play?”

“Nope.”

You find his all-too-quick response humorous, laughing a little before turning on your heel to head towards the kitchen. It’s an open-floor space so you’re not going very far. Kaiser makes himself comfortable on the sofa, surprised that the velvet feels really soft under his palms.

“Do you want snacks? Water? Juice? Tea?”

“What kind of juice d’you have?”

“Orange, uh… cranberry, and mango, I think.”

“What’s your favorite?”

“Well, I like cranberry these days but—”

“Okay, cranberry it is then.”

Your head peeks out from behind the door of the fridge. “Why do you always have what I have?”

“Beacuse I always want what you want.”

From where he sat on the sofa, Kaiser notices a familiar blue and red device peeking out from the drawer of the console table.

“Is that a Nintendo Switch?”

“Yep,” you call from the kitchen.

“Sweet, let’s play Mario Kart.”

Kaiser gets up to turn on the console and find the controllers. When you approach, carefully making your way over with a tray filled with snacks and a pitcher of cranberry juice, Kaiser rushes over to help you.

“And here I thought you’d try to Netflix and chill,” you say, dropping your weight onto the fluffy carpet.

“You almost sound disappointed, angel.”

“Think what you want Kaiser, but don’t cry if I kick your ass at Mario Kart.”

“Ah, shall we make a bet then?” he taunts, reclaiming his spot on the sofa. He’s sitting close enough to you for his leg to brush against your arm and because you’re sitting on the floor, all it takes is a reach for him to ruffle your hair. “The loser has to grant the winner a wish.”

“That’s so childish.”

“So?”

“You’d wish for something dumb. Like for me to start calling you darling or something.”

“That’s not a bad idea. But hey, that means you think I have a chance of winning.”

“Yeah, right. You can’t win against me.”

“Then bet on it,” he says, leaning forward.

You don’t back away from his advance until Kaiser is leaning right into your face. “...Fine.”

“‘Atta girl.”

He falls back against the sofa as you reach for the TV remote on the coffee table, though in the process of looking for the device, you happen to glance at Kaiser’s phone, which coincidentally lights up at the same time. You don’t really pay much attention to who the notification was from, but something else does catch your eye.

“Your friends call you Mihya?” you ask, still staring at his phone until the screen goes black again.

“Ooh, so you’re the type to snoop around my stuff.”

“I wasn’t snooping…! It happened to light up while I was looking at it!”

He chuckles, subconsciously reaching out to smooth down the back of your head in some attempt of calming you down. “I’m just playing with you, princess. The passcode is 0-0-0-0.”

“I didn’t ask for your passcode. And don’t you think that’s a pretty weak one?”

“I’ve got nothing to hide.” Kaiser takes the remote from you to switch on the TV. “Oh, check out the latest photo in my gallery, by the way. My coach took it earlier.”

You don’t even know why you’re doing as told but you do feel hesitant about unlocking his phone, scared about what you might accidentally find. But upon unlocking it, all you find is that there’s nothing remotely personalized about his device. He’s using the default wallpaper, the default theme, and only has a bunch of health apps downloaded.

You open up the photo gallery only to immediately lift your gaze to look at Kaiser severely unimpressed.

“Kaiser. Why do you have so many shirtless photos of yourself?”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t look. You did. For a second. Before averting your gaze. But that second was enough to burn the image of his glistening skin, likely from post-workout, the toned muscles of his arms and abdomen, and the striking vines and rose tattoo that spiraled up his arm and bloomed on his neck. It was an unexpected eyeful and you needed to clench your jaw to pretend you weren’t at all affected by it.

Kaiser’s eyes, on the other hand, search the ceiling in an attempt to deflect. You thought he might’ve owned up to the photos and brushed it off as nothing but his sheepish reaction makes you think he completely forgot those photos were there. And that you’d see them when he asked you to open up the gallery.

“Right,” he says, not knowing how to deflect.

“Is it for your personal interest…? Do you, I don’t know, send them out to anyone…?”

“No, no! It’s just… force of habit?”

He has a habit of taking photos with his shirt off?

“Right…”

“You can look at them… if you want,” Kaiser says, trying his best to muster up that confidence that usually comes so naturally to him. He doesn’t even know why the prospect of you seeing him like that makes him a little shy, but after finally noticing the way you’re tensing up makes him a little bolder.

“Kaiser, you are sorely mistaken if you think I’d be interested in seeing you shirtless and—”

“Oh,” Kaiser spots a window to tease you. “So photos aren’t enough? You want the real thing…” he purrs, slowly lifting up the hem of his shirt.

“Kaiser,” you jump to your feet with one hand grabbing for one of the cushions on the sofa. “I swear to god, I’m going to kick you out of here.”

Kaiser dodges your first hit with the pillow and seeing that he evaded your strike seemed to spur you on more. You swing again and Kaiser crawls backwards on the sofa, reaching for his own weapon of choice; a cushion slightly bigger than yours.

"No, not my face!" he cries.

You chase after him, climbing onto the sofa and advancing on your knees as you try to strike again. Kaiser shields himself and continues to back away until his spine hits the armrest at the end.

“Got nowhere to run now, huh?” you taunt, raising the cushion over your head. It doesn’t look like you’re teasing with the ambition burning in your eyes and out of genuine concern that you might actually whack him into unconsciousness, Kaiser goes for a weakness he’s certain you have.

He tickles the space between your waist and your hips, his fingers tenderly digging into your skin. You squirm immediately, a high-pitched yelp echoing in the room as you fall forward right on top of him.

Kaiser is prepared for this though. He catches you immediately, sturdy arms holding you tight before he flips you over. Now he hovers above you while your back is pressed to the sofa.

“That was a foul!” you complain.

“There were no rules, darling.”

“Still,” you pout.

While you proces the compromising position you’ve ended up in, you find yourself unable to move. Not because you couldn’t, but because you wouldn’t. You didn’t want to. This is the closest you’ve ever been to Kaiser and you felt him everywhere. He has your hands pinned to the sides of your head, gentle grips on your wrists. One of his knees presses in between your thighs. His warm breath fans your cheek with every chuckle that causes his shoulders to rise. With his hair falling to you, such a serene shade of blue coloring the tips of blonde, you get a better view of that tattoo on his neck. You want to touch it. You’re fighting every urge to touch it.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” you say instead, hoping that the more you talk, the more you’ll be distracted from your intrusive thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Can I call you Mihya too?”

He looks taken aback by such an out-of-the-blue question. “Depends, only my close friends call me that.”

“I can be your close friend.”

He cocks his head to the side, an amused grin gracing his lips. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, we went to a McDonald’s drive-thru together after all, and did some grocery shopping. I think that constitutes close-friendliness.”

He hums thoughtfully. “Sure, if that’s what you want.”

“Mihya.”

Any thought Kaiser had at that moment turns into dust because all he can think is the sheer sweetness that comes with you calling him by his childhood nickname. It rings so familiar in your voice. You handle his name so gently and cautiously, like a kid carrying a wounded bird back into the house. It’s a name he doesn’t go by anymore, a name he won’t share with anyone, but hearing it from your lips stuns him into complete silence. It sounds like the call of a lover. It feels a lot like coming home.

Kaiser lets go of you, leaning back to sit on his heels.

“Mih-ya. Mihya~” you tease, sitting up in front of him.

“Don’t say it for no reason,” he says quietly.

“I like saying it though. It’s cute, isn’t it, Mihya?”

The look in Kaiser’s eyes changes and you don’t need to think long to know that it’s a look of desire. He locks his gaze on yours before glancing at your lips, your heart thumping in your chest so loudly he might be able to hear it.

“I’m going to kiss you if you keep doing that,” he says, again in a low voice like he’s mustering all the self-control that he can.

“You’ll have to marry me first.”

That calm, borderline teasing, response immediately snaps Kaiser out of his lustful trance. Common sense returns to him in an instant and he takes your words in earnest.

“Okay. I will.”

For some reason, his response now leaves you speechless. Your pupils shake as you try to mend the situation you didn’t intentionally mean to create. “W-what, wait, I was joking—”

Were you, though? Kaiser thinks. He knows how mockery sounds coming from you and it certainly wasn’t that.

“I wasn’t joking though,” he interjects. “Wasn’t that what these five dates were for? I don’t want this to end, I want to keep seeing you.”

He reaches for your head but you pull away, backing up to climb over the sofa’s armrest to stand on your feet. The skyline outlines your silhouette from where Kaiser is looking at you, your back to the large window.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” you say.

“I do. I want this. I want you.”

“You hardly know me.”

“I know enough to want to know you more.”

You back up when Kaiser also rises to his feet. “Kaiser, this isn’t funny.”

“I swear, I’m not trying to be or anything. I want to marry you. I was going to tell you by the end of the night.”

“You said you weren’t even attracted to me! That you were just killing time with me!”

“I was lying,” he reasons. “I didn’t know what to make of these feelings so I lied.”

“So are you lying about wanting to marry me then?”

“No,” he says firmly.

You hold his gaze for a moment that feels too long before shaking your head and walking away from him briskly. “We’d be terrible together.”

“No, we’d just be us.”

“We’d fight all the time.”

Kaiser follows you, “and I’d apologize.”

“No,” you turn around to find him right on your tail. You take one step back. “I’d be the cause of why we’d fight all the time.”

“And I’d still apologize,” he insists, ready to take all responsibility.

“...I’m everything you hate in a person.”

“You’re everything I want.” Kaiser makes a gentle grab for your arm before you can turn away again, this time holding you in place by the dainty skin of your palm. “Look, I mean what I’m saying. If you’re telling me I shouldn’t want you, I won’t listen. But if you’re telling me you don’t want me, I’ll back off. I’ll do anything you say.”

“Kaiser…”

“Tell me.”

Kaiser squeezes your palm ever so slightly, but you know that the moment you turn around to face him is the moment you’ll give in. You’re not ready to accept the fact that your heart already longs for him. It’s too much, because as soon as you acknowledge that you reciprocate, then you also acknowledge that this is real.

“Please?” 

It's his plea that gets to you, the broken down sound of his voice, the slightly weakened utterance that sounds so vulnerable at this time of night.

You turn to him and melt in an instant. “...I do want you, I want you so bad but I’d be the worst to you, Kaiser. The absolute worst.”

“You won’t.”

“I’ll bottle everything up and you’ll never ask for my help. We’d be so bad for each other.”

“Anything you lack, I’ll make up for. Anything I’m missing, you’ll fill.”

His arguments are winning you over. You can feel your bones softening by the second and all you want to do is collapse in his arms. But you steel yourself and try again, even if all you can muster is a weak excuse.

“...I’d be horrible with the kids though.”

Kaiser nods, a fond smile spreading across his face as he recalls that first meeting with you. “You won’t let them have sweets before bed?”

You nod, “and you’ll sneak them in after lights out.”

“And you won’t let them play until they finish their homework?”

“Because they know you’d help cram it the next morning,” you complain.

“And you’d get mad all the time?”

“You’d get so fed up with me.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, darling. We’ll work through it together. We’ll make each other better.”

Kaiser tests the waters and draws closer to you. When you don’t take a step back, he reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb slowly grazing your skin. You lean into his touch a little and it makes his heart skip.

You let out a deep breath, your shoulders rising and falling in the process. “Oh no,” you mutter, brows knitted together. When you look into his eyes again, Kaiser knows what you’re going to say before you even say it. “I think I’m in love with you, Mihya.”

Kaiser can’t hold himself back anymore. He roughly wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. “Didn’t I tell you I’d kiss you if you keep doing that?” he whispers.

“I know,” you breathe, and it’s all Kaiser needs as permission to finally kiss you for the first time. It serves as a promise, a seal; an oath he’ll safeguard evermore.  

acting on your best behavior

ᨒ pairing: athlete!jeonghan x reader

ᨒ genre: strangers to lovers, college au, fluff, semi-suggestive

ᨒ warnings: mentions of violence + injury, uncomfortable situation with a drunk guy, suggestive themes (mostly talked/implied)

ᨒ word count: 5800+

ᨒ two kids, one love, who cares if we make it up

ᨒ notes: FINALLY. it took me a while to crank this one out guys i can’t lie! i rewrote it quite a few times and im not 1000% satisfied with it but it’s what i have and im proud of myself!

The chill of the late September air seeps through your hoodie and you tug the material closer to your ears. You were pretty sure all the buzz and cheers from the numerous students surrounding you had made you partially deaf, but you couldn’t really blame them. The game playing out in front of you had been quite exciting, your university’s players having a fantastic lead in score for the majority. You hadn’t realized how fun sport events could be, given that you spent the majority of your time on campus racing to and from classes, and what little free time you did have was spent holed up in the library.

Esther, the whole reason you’re here, seems to notice your aversion to the cold and tugs you closer to her, making sure your legs are completely covered by the blanket the two of you currently share. “I promise it’s almost done,”she says referring to the game, “Cheol already agreed to treat us to dinner after.” Nodding, you give your friend a smile before resting your head against her shoulder.

Cheol or Seungcheol as he’s known to most, is Esther’s boyfriend, and captain of the soccer team. He’s currently running the ball between his feet straight through the opposing team’s defense, driving straight towards the goal. It probably doesn’t get much better than Choi Seungcheol as a significant other, you think, he’s very dependable and incredibly sweet on your friend and looks at her as if she’d hung the moon and stars in the sky herself. Your eyes catch him on the field again, and he’s kicked the soccer ball right into the upper left corner of the net.

The roaring cheer that erupts suddenly has Esther pulling you out of your seat and her arms thrown around you. Her giddiness soon has the two of you bouncing up and down in excitement before you turn your attention back to the field.

Seungcheol sits atop his teammates shoulders, like a king on his throne. Esther is waving and blowing kisses to him excitedly, and his eyes light up when they meet her.

Their adoration for each other has the tendency to make you yearn for a boyfriend of your own, but you shake those thoughts away as you descend the bleacher’s metal steps. Instead, you think of the warm and hopefully delicious free meal you were about to enjoy.

It’s gotten a bit colder since you were in the bleachers an hour or so ago, so currently you and Esther were inside of her heated car while you waited for Seungcheol to wash up and change out of his soccer uniform.

It doesn’t take long for him to appear across the parking lot, talking animatedly with a teammate that walks beside him, athletic bags slung over each of their shoulders. You take a closer look and realize that it isn’t any old teammate headed towards your friend’s car, it’s Yoon Jeonghan.

Soccer team vice-captain; Yoon Jeonghan.

Campus heart-throb; Yoon Jeonghan.

The guy you accidentally walked in on railing a girl at a party your freshman year; Yoon Jeonghan.

You feel light-headed.

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normal behavior with the bringitz this week

wz: i'm feeling embarrassed because a lot of people are watching us, so hurry up.

One on One

Word Count: 3,190

Pairing: Jungkook and Reader

Genre: College AU - Sports AU - Boxing AU - Fluff

Warning/Rating: A swear of two is thrown around. PG13

August AU & Quote: Sports AU and “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

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A/N: Hey y’all, I know this drabble wasn’t originally listed to be posted with the other drabbles I’ve been talking about, but this one is for the August prompt contest that is being hosted by BTS Boulangerie! They are a wonderful group of people and please don’t forget to check out my fellow sweet Bakers and their stories!

Also, just a reminder that I had changed my name from @/abangtanfangirl to my current username, I’m just too lazy to remake the banner I originally made.

©thatmultifandomhoe 2019. Do not repost, translate, or use my stories without permission.

The gym reeked of sweat, grunts and groans and the loud smacking of fists hitting punching bags echoed in the large space, making it easy to find despite it being your first time here.

Glancing at your phone, you double checked that you had the right place, wondering if Jungkook had sent you on a wild goose chase instead. It wouldn’t have been surprising if he did. But as you entered the gym, he was standing in the left corner of the boxing ring, waiting for the person across from him to finish getting his gloves on.

Jungkook stole a look over his shoulder, grinning when he saw you but he quickly turned back around to face his coach.

His reaction left you smiling like a helpless fool, but you didn’t care. There weren’t that many people in the gym, maybe a handful at the most if even that. Even then, no one spared you another glance as you reached the ring, watching as Jungkook and his opponent met in the middle as the coaches stayed in the corners.

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The Selfish Dilemma || Jeonghan - Part 1

Pairings: Jeonghan x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It was love at first sight ever since you laid eyes on Jeonghan. To him, you are the annoying co-worker who keeps asking him out. No one is new to your courting agenda which only pisses off Jeonghan but what happens when you stop, all at once....

Word Count: 6k

Warnings (specific to this part): this part is SFW, pinning, unrequited love, lots of office jargons, profanity, tears, mention of alcohol consumption, aloof Jeonghan, reader is a love sick puppy, second lead Seokmin, wholesome co-workers Wonwoo, Soonyoung, Jihoon and Joshua, wholesome bestfriend Myeongho (lmk if I missed any)

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The cubicles are neat, the marble floors are shining brighter than crystals even after getting padded every now then. The fruity smell of the room refresher is strong enough to go on for days but the continuous clicking of keyboards sound loud enough to give a year worth migraines.

You duly wait by the office entrance, your daily routine, holding a takeaway paper cup which contains Iced Cinnamon Cappuccino.

A familiar car passes by towards the parking and you know that the person you're waiting for is gonna grace you with his presence soon.

Just in cue, that person walks by ignoring you and passes through the security check. You line up behind him, instantly feeling better just by seeing his face.

"How do you always manage to look so gorgeous?", you ask him giddily knowing very well that you won't be getting a response from him.

The security at the check smiles when you direct your requesting gaze at her. She let's you pass by and you're doing large strides in your heels.

"Here..", you are handing him the beverage cup, "Have a great day, Hannie!", you wish him and he doesn't even bat an eyelash as he saunters over to avail the elevator.

You stand there watching him as your lips curl up because your gazes meet for the first time for the day before the elevator door closes.

When you had switched to the current company you're working for two years ago as a Senior Developer you had never thought in your wildest dreams that you'd be turning into a lovesick puppy for the technical analyst of the team you had gotten assigned to.

Yoon Jeonghan got you enchanted the moment you had your eyes on him. You could vividly remember, it was your first day after getting assigned to a project and your manager was introducing you to your teammates.

Everyone seemed nice and greeted you with enthusiasm except one. Yoon Jeonghan was stoic throughout and for you, that heart within your chest thumped vigorously, eyes glued to him while the surroundings seemed to freeze.

Love at first sight was just a funny concept until Jeonghan made you experience it.

You would admit it unabashed that working in corporate world had given you chance to meet a lot of person but no one could ever do justice to suits more then Jeonghan.

Always been a spontaneous person and upon getting a confirmation that he's single your journey of courting him kickstarted.

It's been two years since then.

Everytime you ask him out, Jeonghan rejects you even without sparing a moment of thought.

You are currently working on debugging a piece of code which every other member of your team failed to solve and it ultimately fell into your court.

"I'm gonna run by the canteen, do you need anything?"

You lift your head to see Seokmin hovering over the partition of your desk.

"One strong black coffee, thanks Min.", you quickly say before focusing on the screen again.

You don't see the empathetic smile Seokmin throws at you.

It's almost afternoon and your prying eyes are stuck on the door of the cabin, adjacent to your desk.

Soon Jeonghan comes out of his cabin which prompts you to follow him to have lunch to together.

It's same everyday, Jeonghan not intending to let you sit with him but you do it anyways.

"Did the bug get resolved?", he asks, eyes set on the plate, "I think we have been stuck on this on for long, need to get it resolved asap."

You chew on the salad filling in your mouth to quickly gulp it and answer him, "I got the chance to look at it today. Hopefully, I wouldn't be spending much time on it."

Jeonghan nods making a brief eye contact with you.

So you proceed with the most important part of your daily ritual.

"Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?", you ask.

"No", comes his recorded response.

You smile mischievously, "Why? I thought I should be rewarded for fixing the code?"

Jeonghan scoffs, "You're knocking on the wrong door. Ask your manager to reward you. If he doesn't, go to the HR department and discuss the matter."

"But they're not you, Hannie.", you slip out the nickname on purpose knowing it irks him, "You're the one I want."

Jeonghan blatantly ignores you and when he's done eating, he cleans the corner of his lips with the tissues and then walks out of the canteen grabbing a water bottle.

Even his back profile should have a seperate fandom of its own, you ponder dreamily.

"Snap out of it, you're drooling."

You crane your neck to see that the seat beside you already occupied by Seokmin.

"Another rejection?" he asks and you nod.

The two of you continue to eat silently before Seokmin brings up the topic again, "Join our team Y/N, Wonwoo is moving out."

You give him a pointed look wishing it was as easy as it sounded. When you started working in the team, you worked under Jeonghan and within this span, everyone moved out or transferred except you. To work closer to Jeonghan and out of sentimentality, you stayed.

"It'll be a lot less hectic", Seokmin assures and points at your face, "Your concealor is doing a very bad job at hiding those dark circles."

You gasp and hit his arm, "Atleast Pandas got a competition even though they're cute and I'm just..."

"Beautiful." Seokmin says in a beat, "You are beautiful Y/N and Jeonghan is blind for not appreciating a woman like you."

He says with so much sincerity that you have to cower your gaze away.

"How long until you stop pursuing him?", he asks.

So that I can start courting you, he doesn't say.

"Until he accepts or...", you sing along, "the day I run out of my patience and the rejection finally settles in my bones."

Red might be your favourite colour but currently you're seeing green.

"Who's she, Wonwoo?", you hiss, lamenting on how you have to witness such a sight.

Apparently a woman whom you've never seen before is standing too close to Jeonghan, much to your disliking and the man in the picture seems unbothered with her hogging over and he's smiling.

He's smiling at whatever nonsense she's uttering!

"She's Seonji, my replacement.", Wonwoo speaks calmly, "Since it's my last week, I'll be giving her KTs before my departure."

"You don't care about me or Seokmin, do you?", you say sadly, "How would I function at all without your inputs?"

Wonwoo is another efficient co-worker who works with Seokmin and is a very good friend of yours.

"Not everyone will be a fool to stall their growth because of sentiments Y/N.", he retorts, meaning no malice.

Your throat closes up for a moment but you somehow manage to speak, "We're not having this conversation now, Woo."

"I know this won't go anywhere but there's a limit to everything. How long until you see it's not Jeonghan but someone else who deserves you.", Wonwoo thinks it's time he rats out Seokmin's name because he himself would never.

"What do you mean by someone else?", you counter back confused.

"It's been two years Y/N, people can go through whole lot of loving in this span, don't you think he's behaviour towards you should have been different if he cared even a bit?", Wonwoo is ruthless because he knows he needs to be the one to tell you because no one else would, "Has he ever smiled at you like that?"

"Woo please stop...", your eyes are teary, voice cracking, "You think I don't know that?"

Then you are walking away, wiping your tears. When there's something on your mind you always go to the rooftop to clear your mind out, of course not alone, you always find a lot of others, some shedding tears, some smoking cigarettes or some staring at the abyss.

You don't realise how much time has passed because you don't have your phone with you. Just as you are mentally preparing yourself to indulge into work you hear the call of your name from a very familiar voice.

"Do you think this company is paying you for slacking off?", Jeonghan says nonchalantly as he stands in front of you, "I can't even reach you on your phone."

Your lips curl up instantly, tiredness disappearing from your eyes, "Did you miss me Hannie?"

Jeonghan turns back & walks towards the door. You follow.

"When you're done fixing the bug, bring it to me for review.", he continues, "The clients have scheduled a meeting with us at 7pm. Be there."

"Aye aye captain!", you say from behind, "Can I ask you a question?"

You don't wait for Jeonghan to respond and ask right away, "Do you hate me?"

"Yes.", comes another of his recorded response.

You wonder how many more yes you can take for an answer.

The meeting ends at 10 and you're quickly collecting your belongings and almost parading so that you could avail the last bus since your car is given up for servicing.

You are sure that availing the bus is far fetched so you're taking out your phone to book a cab when you hear honking.

The familiar car stops by the road where you're standing and Jeonghan rolls down the window.

"Get in, I'll drop you.", he's looking at the way ahead and you are instantly getting in the passenger's seat.

"Wanna go to a restaurant for dinner?", you ask robotically, your tone dry. Jeonghan notices and sweeps a glance at you.

You look exhausted and he hopes it's only because of work.

"No", he says, "Put your address on the system's GPS.", as if it's not already instilled in the system.

You do as asked and Jeonghan sees you putting a different address.

"Did you change places?", he asks.

"A friend's address.", you don't explain further and it doesn't resonate well with him.

You thank him when he drops you at the doorsteps and watch him drive away until the car disappears from your sight.

The product deployment is scheduled for next month meaning work's gonna get more hectic than it already is.

You are knocking on the door and upon hearing a 'come in' you enter the cabin.

Jeonghan is seated on the revolving chair, the coat is hung on the headrest meaning that his only white shirt clad body is making you salivate. His head is laid back and you want nothing more than to stroke those luscious locks with your fingers. But for now, you push away your thoughts.

"I have mailed you a scheduler for the new product release.", you inform, "I think it's best if you arrange a meeting for all the teams involved and I'll give them a walkthrough on deployment and checkout procedures."

Jeonghan immediately straightens and checks the calender before scheduling a meeting for the next day.

"Tomorrow, 5 PM.", he stretches his arms out, "Anything else?"

The sight of viens protruding through his arms almost has you choked and you think it's best for your eyes to be up, "Y-Yeah? Oh well, I'll run by the Batch Ops department, do you have anything you want me to relay to them?"

Jeonghan searches for some files and takes out one from the stack and gives it to you, "Give it to Jihoon and tell him to send me the report by EOD."

You nod and ask, "There's this movie I have been meaning to watch, do you wanna go with me?"

"No.", he responds right away and you're already turning to exit the room when Seonji enters.

"Hannie!", she's intentionally loud and emphasizing and you are almost biting your tongue when you hear the nickname you've given him, to be called by her.

Not wanting to breathe in the same room as her, you are just taking a step ahead but you freeze on hearing her next words.

"The restaurant you took me to on Tuesday after work, I recommended it to my friends and they also loved it. Let's visit again sometime!"

You head whips to look at Jeonghan, to find him already staring at you.

It hurts your pride so you walk out of the room.

You're currently in the Batch Ops department, waiting for Jihoon. The said man is always busy, running on his heels and termed as the workaholic assistant supervisor of the department.

"Hey Y/N, did Jeonghan send the file?", you nod handing him the file and remind him to send the report.

"So how's your courting agenda going on?", he always asks and is even amused by the fact that how persistent you are to get Jeonghan when he doesn't show an ounce of interest in you.

You are generally joking with him on this but today you don't throw a banter and Jihoon is quick to understand that you're having a bad day so he doesn't pry further.

And on the way back you meet Seokmin who asks you to accompany him to the designated tent bar you both often go to. You agree instantly.

That night the owners of that tent bar knew how much you hate a woman named Seonji. They already know about your love for Jeonghan, since your alcohol tolerance is terrific, you cry river worth tears for that man everytime you're wasted and they feel pity for Seokmin who has to always clean up after you.

The product release approaches and everyone is pulling late nights or all nighters. Those who working in higher posts have to almost use office as a makeshift home mainly because they are dealing directly with the foreign clients and the time zones differ.

Though you are tired tattered, you make sure a cup of coffee of his preference always awaits him when Jeonghan enters his cabin. You also arrange the files, putting sticky notes in each section so he doesn't have to waste time searching for something. You make sure the cabin smells good and the place is neat. The towels are kept warm in the bathroom attached to the cabin and his favourite fragrance is filling the air inside cabin, so even if he's spending time at office, your efforts makes him think it's home.

When the rest ask how you do this, why do you do this, your answer is simple.

Isn't this what love is, to keep giving and not expecting anything in return.

"I think it's time you move on, Y/N.", your best friend Myeongho says after he shows up at your apartment one day.

Before you could retaliate his arms are up in his defence as he continues, "You know I'm never the type to judge or disregard anything casually. But this has been going on for long and it might hurt you but it's stagnant. You both made no progress. Two years, definitely a very long time and you can appear all happy and unfazed but I know every rejection must be hurting as hell."

You don't need words, the tears those stream down your facr speak volumes. Myeongho's presence is itself soothing and maybe that's why you are not loosing yourself in pits of sorrow for the moment.

What are supposed to do, you're so in love with Jeonghan, you're so used to him, so dedicated to him.

Myeongho pats your back while he's talking to his wife on his phone. You ponder over how Myeongho met her a year ago and now they are happily married with a baby on the way.

No one's story is comparable to other, each having it's own circumstances and pace but as your best friend said yours is totally different.

Unrequited and stagnant.

The product release is a success and now the work load is a lot lesser.

And as expected you're in Jeonghan's cabin.

"Are you free today?", you ask, "Wanna go to dinner? Not as a date, some people from our & Batch Ops team would be present as well."

Jeonghan is unabashed as usual, "I'm busy today."

He isn't explaining himself, it's his way of defining things. He's implying that on other days he's rejecting your advances without a reason and today he's doing it with a reason.

This time your face falls.

"Do you hate me?", you ask.

"Yes, you're annoying."

"Would you miss me if I leave?"

"No, a good riddance."

This time your heart hurts.

You are currently in a restaurant with Seokmin, Jihoon, Chaein and Joshua both working in your team, Soonyoung of Support Team and you've managed to pull Wonwoo in this eat out.

Wonwoo is currently making a disgusted face at Seokmin, who's doing some questionable mimicking of Jihoon, the man being mimicked being totally vested in eating whatever is there on his plate.

"Isn't that Jeonghan?"

Five pair of eyes follows Soonyoung's gaze and lands on Jeonghan.

"Wait that's Yoora with--"

Seokmin is late in slapping his hand over Soonyoung mouth because you have heard the name and it rings in your ear.

Kwon Yoora, Jeonghan's ex-girlfriend. The woman accompanying him tonight.

You have heard a lot about her from your colleagues because she used to work in the company you're working in. Well you're her replacement in terms of the position when you joined in. She worked with and under Jeonghan before you did.

This is the first time you're seeing her.

"I heard they had mutual breakup, seems they're still good friends.", Joshua comments.

Your eyes are glued to the table space where Jeonghan's hand is atop Yoora's. And he's smiling as he says something to her.

He never smiles at you like that.

"You guys continue eating.", Seokmin is already up grabbing his coat, "I'll get our food packed."

When Seokmin leaves, the rest four look at you worried and you feel pity for yourself. How could you not guess, Jeonghan had never lead you on, always being indifferent, constantly rejecting all your approaches for the last two year.

He didn't like you at all, he has been saying it all along but you were to stubborn to admit and accept. But now you do.

For you, it has been always him.

For him, it would be anyone but you.

You are grabbing your belongings, "Tell Seokmin, I'll be waiting by his car."

Then you sprint out. It's only when Wonwoo calls out your name, Jeonghan notices you.

He sees you running towards the exit, only if he didn't know better, he watches as you wipe your tears while do so.

Tonight it's not only you who's suffering from heartbreak, Seokmin's heart breaks yet again seeing those tear stained cheeks, hearing those wrenching sobs. He puts you to bed and sets the food on your table so that in the middle of night when you wake up hungry, you don't have to look around for food. He runs the bath for you, sets the towels and knowing that you'd be having a terrible headache later, he keeps the glass filled with water and the medicines on the nightstand. He does more and all while wiping his own tears.

Because like you, he too knows nothing breaks like a heart.

Next day Jeonghan doesn't see you at the office entrance. You don't greet him when he walks by your desk to his cabin. It's almost afternoon and you haven't walked through the cabin door even once. At lunch you don't sit with him, you're happily chatting away with Chaein while eating.

Jeonghan thinks something is wrong with him. Everytime he hears faint sound of footsteps his eyes perks at the cabin door. He doesn't like the coffee Seonji makes him. He doesn't like it when some random guy sits in front of him at lunch and while his eyes stray at you almost every second, you don't spare him a glance.

It's around 5 in the evening when you knock on his door.

Jeonghan can't describe the sensation his feeling right now, as if he has waiting for this moment lifelong.

You place a file on his table and say, "The Scheduler team wants to know about all the applications which are planned to retire from our system before the next monthly cycle. I have made a list for same, please have a look once and let me know in case of any concerns."

"Okay.", he says and you give him a nod.

"Don't you have anything to say?", he asks and you look at him confused, "No, I think this is the priority task at the moment, I'll let you know if anything else comes up, Jeonghan."

His own name feels foreign to his ears. By the time he's about to say something again, you are already out of his cabin.

This goes on for the whole week and Jeonghan feels he can't function anymore. He makes unnecessary trips within the office premise everytime walking by your desk just in hopes of getting called by you. You never do.

He waits for you at lunch but you're always gone. He never sees you smiling at him again. You never ask him out now. The coffee doesn't help to keep his stress away, the office doesn't feel homier anymore.

Isn't this all he wanted, Jeonghan asks himself. Aren't you the annoying co-worker who was always getting on his nerves?

And he's scared to listen to the answer his heart has to echo.

It's Monday, the first working day of a very new week and Jeonghan still looks at the entrance expectantly just to see you this time. He double takes to make sure he's not hallucinating and a smile tugs on his lips.

His face regains the seriousness as he approaches you and much to his dismay you don't notice him. He clears his throat to have your attention.

"Morning, Jeonghan.", you greet him curtly.

"Morning", he asks, eyes glancing over your hands to see if they have any takeaway coffee cup in them but they are empty, "Aren't you going in?"

"I'm waiting for someone.", comes your dry response.

Ain't that someone me?

"Okay....", he has no reason to linger anymore.

You are exhausted, sleep deprived blame the late night marathons of your favourite shows you've been pulling.

Reason, to keep your mind occupied with something which is not Jeonghan but the ache in your heart never dulls. Even though you have choosen peace with the fact that he'll never be yours, it's so new and difficult for you act indifferent towards him when you have been in love with him for two whole years.

When you're phones notifies you of a text, it has you rubbing your eyes just to make you're seeing it correct. You have got a text from Jeonghan reading-

Please make me coffee, it's a request.

When the Yoon Jeonghan who never texts you, never bothers to type back a response to your greetings or queries other anything related to work sends you a text, you're shocked.

Jeonghan feels like he can finally get the productive cells of body to work when he sees you entering holding a cup of coffee.

"You don't look good.", you say placing the cup on his table, "Are you okay?"

When he doesn't respond, you continue, "If you're not feeling well, please take the day off, I'll notify you of any urgent matters from our team prospective."

Jeonghan thinks it's the only chance he'd get to clear the misunderstandings so he speaks, "Me and Yoora are still good friends, that night at the restaurant she treated me because of a promotion she got at her company."

"Great to know. Good wishes on my behalf.", you are poised when you say, "From next time please refrain from sharing anything other from work related matters. I have no interest in your personal life and I think we are not close at all to be sharing updates on same."

Either he's mishearing or you're possessed, he's sure it's either. This ain't the you he wants. This ain't the you he needs.

Your tone emits grief when you speak further, "I deeply regret for the inconvenience I've caused you for the past years. I'm really sorry. But rest assured I won't be causing any more trouble, I'll out soon."

"What do you mean by that?", he's off his seat and in front of you instantly, "Did something happen?"

"Indeed.", You nod while smiling, "I accepted that you won't go out with me. I also accepted that you hate me. So there's no more pestering you from my side."

Jeonghan never thought his words would come back to him biting in his ass which he's not capable of taking.

"You can't do this...", he's not even sure of the words he's uttering, "Are you giving up on me?"

"Yes, I'm giving you what you wanted by giving up on you."

Jeonghan realises how much that he has gotten used to you. You're like the good parasite that clogs his mind whenever you're around and even if you're not. His mornings used to start with your messages, you used to magnetize yourself on him during the office hours and the last notification he got before sleeping was also from you.

So now he doesn't like the lack of attention from you at all and he'd do anything to have it back. He'd do anything to have you back.

He tries to be in your shoes for the next days. He waits for you at the entrance holding four cups of takeaway coffee cups because he doesn't you what like. Everyone who passes throws him a questioning gaze. Everyone except you. You walk pass by him, unfazed and unbothered.

"Y/N wait!", when you don't stop, he is following you, "I bought these for you and also if you could tell me what you like so that I can buy that."

You give him an incredulous look, "What are trying to do?"

"Just trying to get you morning coffee..."

You scoff and walk away.

When you go for lunch, Jeonghan pops up out of nowhere and not only he's tailing you, he's even occupying the seat beside you. He's suddenly texting you good mornings and good nights and throughout the day something or other but there's no progress.

Roles reversed, you don't even bat an eyelash at him now.

It makes him realise how ass of a person he has been to you and how angel of a human you were to tolerate all this and still love him with your all.

"What's wrong with Jeonghan nowadays?", Joshua asks genuinely curious. You all are gathered for a coffee break, as he stands opposite to where Jeonghan is stood from accross the room, he constantly notices him throwing glances, "He keeps looking at you Y/N."

"Jeonghan is that thick brain who realises what he had and lost when it's too late.", Jihoon snorts as he takes a sip casually, "What the hell, who put sugar in my coffee?"

Joshua is suddenly walking away and you laugh which makes Jihoon aware of the culprit.

Next he's chasing Joshua.

You are still smiling, gaze lingering on those two when you notice Jeonghan approaching you from the periphery of your vision. Not wanting to waste any energy on him you think of leaving the hall when someone bumps into you.

It's Seonji.

"Heard you stopped chasing Jeonghan?", she taunts, "Good that your brain's finally working."

"I want to you know if this concerns you anyway and why?", you ask and quickly turn to check if Jeonghan is in hearing vicinity. He is.

"I thought it's obvious? That we're close and might be together soon.", she says confidently, "You've noticed how behaves towards you is completely opposite of how his behaviour is towards me."

"Congratulations", you pat on her arm and incline closer to her as you whisper in her ear , "Let's see if Jeonghan is aware of this as well?"

Seonji's freezes for a moment when she realises that Jeonghan has been present there all along and have listened to the conversation that just happened.

"Congratulations to you too Jeonghan.", you wish him, "I can see, a match made of likes."

"There's nothing going on between us Y/N", he pleads as his hands itches to grab you so that you don't slip away before he finishes but out of professionalism and respect he doesn't, "She's just a junior from my university."

'You don't have to explain, I'm not interested.", you tell him before walking out.

Jeonghan is furious and Seonji thinks his glare is enough to make her evaporate without any trace.

"Jo Seonji", his voice is dangerously low and threatening, "I was being nice to you just because we're acquaintances from before but I realised how wrong it was."

"Han--"

"It's Jeonghan for you. If I hear you uttering such nonsense one more time, I'll report you to the committee for harassing me.", he's practically glowering, "And I want the database for all the transactions that occurred between us and our oldest clients with the analysis document by EOD."

"But that's too much of data Jeonghan, how would I be able to--"

"That's for you to sort out.", he says, "If I don't get the design model, I'll report it to your manager and she'll handle it from there."

Seonji is all sweaty and faltering when she hears, "I see you anywhere near Y/N without any official need, I'll make sure you're stepping down your position."

To those who thought Jeonghan has changed, they just witnessed the infamous scary Yoon Jeonghan again today.

They also realised that Jeonghan is still the same authoritative, strict and stoic faced coordinator for all.

He has changed, just for you.

"When are you gonna tell her?", Soonyoung asks wrapping his arm around Seokmin's shoulder as they gather on the rooftop during the lunch break.

Seokmin is torn.

"She's coping up with the pent ups because of Jeonghan and I don't wanna add to her stress.", he laments.

"I hate to admit that you're correct but I'm worried because I think if you don't shot your shoot now then it'll be gone.", Soonyoung's concern is evident in his tone.

"I can't just tell Y/N that I love her all of a sudden when she's in love with someone else for a long time.", it pains him to speak it out, "Because I know how painful unrequited love can be..."

Soonyoung sighs, as he frames his next question carefully, "When will be the right time, Seokmin?

There's never a right time, he thinks.

Jeonghan doesn't avail the elevator, he's climbing down the stairs hurriedly.

When he decided to go the rooftop to cool off after the Seonji episode he again unintendedly overhears the conversation between Soonyoung and Seokmin, the two men obviously staying oblivious about his presence.

His anger from before morphs into a mix of shock and scare. Shock because it didn't occur to him ever that Seokmin could be in love with you. Scared because, well he is yet to figure out the reason.

Walking through the hoistway door leads his chance encounter with Mr. Choi, your manager.

"Jeonghan", he calls him, "I have been meaning to meet you."

"Anything urgent Mr. Choi?"

Mr. Choi smiles, "It might be, for your concern. Y/N has requested for transfer, she wants to move out the team."

Jeonghan stiffens, all the strength in his body dwindles.

Carefully studying his face, his unfocused eyes and a lack of response urges Mr. Choi to speak further, "Since you're her immediate senior and she has been working under you for these years, your say would matter because I know no one would want to loose an efficient member like her. If the team has enough effort excluding her then I'd approve her request "

"Thanks for letting me know Mr. Choi. Please put it aside for now, I'll talk to her and get to back to you.", Jeonghan requests and the older man obliges.

You are currently working on reconciliation of a piece of code with all your concentration when there's a knock on your desk. You look up to find Jeonghan who's mutters a serious 'in my cabin now' when your gazes meet before walking into the said room.

You think of everything and anything you could have done to cause any trouble but nothing comes up, so you are immediately off your seat and entering the cabin.

Jeonghan has never felt this exhausted in his entire life, never because of you. When you used to clinge to him it had became a normality, though he never admited it was the only fun and good part of the office hours. You made him feel the belongingness, when everyone was scared of him, you were brave enough to step up and court him.

And now when he sees the indifference in you towards him, learns about Seokmin's feelings for you, he's beyond frustrated.

Another mistake, he channels it in a wrong way and at a wrong time.

"Jeonghan?"

Your call of his name breaks his reverie.

He looks you dead in yours eyes and asks, "You requested a tranfer?"

You knew your manager would be informing Jeonghan and the only obstacle in that request to get approved would be him, the reason you wanted the transfer in first place.

Before you could assert an answer Jeonghan scowls, "Are you really going to bring your personal life to your workspace? Suddenly one day you decide you'll stop liking me or whatever and then you're requesting to be assigned to a different project? Is that what you call professionalism Y/N?"

You are rendered speechless. You don't let those tears pooling in your eyes fall even though you are hurt.

"I thought two years is long enough to know someone", you inhale sharply, "But you don't know me at all. I wasted two years of my life for the guy who just now disregarded my love for him by calling it liking or whatever."

Jeonghan bites his tongue hard when he traces back on the words he had uttered.

"When I had asked you that if it would matter to you if I leave, you had casually slipped out a good riddance. So I'm doing us a favour and you should be happy but you're not.", you are hot in anger and rage, as your gaze tows upon the man infront of you, "You're not happy because no one's buying you coffee, no one's keeping you company, you don't have your files organised, you don't have anyone to take shit from you without retorting. Have you been always this selfish?"

It's his turn to be speechless. He has seemingly fueled every occurance for the past years to work against him currently.

"This is professionalism Yoon Jeonghan.", you tell him, "Me not stalling my growth anymore and letting in space for productivity and skills showcasing for myself is my professionalism. I stayed because of you but I won't do that anymore."

"I'm sorry, please let me clarify things", Jeonghan is eyeing you alarmingly as he walks towards you.

You hold out your arm and his feet instantly roots to the ground.

"Thanks for assuring me that I've made the right decision. You aren't worthy of my love, you never were. I'll stop loving you one day and I'll make sure that day comes soon."

A tear falls down your cheek and then they are streaming altogether. You fail to choke the sobs and Jeonghan says nothing, knowing that the only way he can help you is by keeping his silence.

And when you sprint out of the cabin, he wants nothing but to stop you and engulf you in his embrace. Although he's physically frozen but his mind deducts several conclusions.

He senses by hurting you, he hurts himself tenfold.

He laments on the fact that office is just all work and nothing to look forward to anymore because he misses you.

He likes his personal space invaded only if it's by you.

Maybe it's late but he's sure that his heart is constricting in pain within his chest because it's broken.

This time he's choking a sob, legs giving up as he falls to the ground when he finally accepts that he got his heartbroken even before he realised that he's in love.

That he's in love with you.

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