I Wish This Series Would Continue

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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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.  

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LETS TALK

I like Ash Island Big Naughty and Khh in general

Im in love with every anime

Please message me if your bored i shall answer

I can handle some kpop like seventeen but not all

Bias jeonghan

We can talk about that

Or we can talk about you

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Hi again

I was watchin SVT game caterers and i laughed so much....it was an awesome update.

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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.

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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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aaaahh omg txt is was in town

anyhooo @gyuswhore ThankKKKKKKKK you!!!!

This was like the first time someone responded to my request and now i feel warm and fluffy on the inside!!

ILY!💛

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