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"I hope this email finds you well!"

How the email finds me:

With a touchy male! s/o // bonten! koko + ran + rindou

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of violence, slightly suggestive in Rindou's part

A.N: I believe bonten does not have "fights", they are a little more cruel and bloody but you get the context. Rindou my man. Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated, reposts are not allowed! have a great day 💓

request: omg I love your contents so much! I loved the m!s/o oneshots and if I can request with the same concept you posted with mikey,draken,and angry but wth bonten thank you xxxx

Kokonoi Hajime

he pushes you apart

he acts like he doesn't like it

and none of that is true, inside he loves it, he looks and yearns for it, but demonstrates the opposite because he wants to show he is this mysterious and big guy

also because of your security, wouldn't want anything to happen to you

kinda possesive, like all of the gentlemen of this list

lets you be yourself in private, there he can show you how much he loves you

he is not the type to fight but if you are he will route and cheer for you, and if he can, help you

your height shows more power to him so he is proud to have a boyfriend like that

¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡!

Haitani Ran:

he shows you off so much

"everyone look at my man, so beautiful being mine"

wants everyone to know you are together and you being touchy just gives the spice it needs

always has his hands on you, whether its your lower back or your ass or your thigh, whatever he can grab

will kiss you in front of others only when jealous

somehow makes the other members jealous and needy for affection

he KNOWS you can protect yourself so showing you off is no problem

you became that type of dinamic duo, just like Ran and Rindou before, Rindou is jealoussss

but don't worry, you later become a dinamic trio or whatever it should be called.

¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡!

Haitani Rindou:

look at this man and tell me he is not touch starved

you can't.

he is because I say so.

LOVES (with the whole extension of the word) WHEN YOU CARESS HIS HAIR

and when you helped him dye it he went to heaven

it lulls him to sleep too

will hold your hand in public

only gets handsy when he is jealous, he will be all over you grabing your ass, whispering naughty things to you, such a tease

but only demonstrations of affection in talks or reunions, not fights

would prefer to have you at home safe and sound while he is doing the dirty work

gets super cute when he is about to sleep aned when he has just woken up

"y/n, why is your chest so warm" he says while burying his face in your chest, trying to hear your heartbeats

a master with words, always gets you all flustered when it should be the other way around

you both pin on each other constantly, tho he acts like an innocent, unknowing man.

match up request: Hi, May I have a TokRev Match-Up? I’ve the manga to the beginning of the Bonten Arc. I usually go by Emy (my full name is Emilyann). I’m 19. I’m a she/her. For my personality, I’m a Cancer, I’m very sensitive, but at the same time, I can be emotionless, I can full on insult/degrade someone with a stone cold face and then cry when they insult me. Im very protective and borderline aggressive, when I see/hear about someone I love getting hurt, I get mean and I go off, which has gotten me into a lot of trouble. I’m known to be able to read people easily, I can always tell when people are hiding their emotions and sometimes I can feel their emotions if I’m super close to them, and talk to them. In my friend group, I’m known to be the “fighter and mediator”, I’m always the first one in a fight, but if someone I know is going to start a fight, I try to stop it because I don’t want them to get hurt. I guess I should say this here (?), I’m also super touch-starved, and I have been known to cry when I’m touched and it scares people sometimes, because I just have tears running down my face, from a simple hug or arm around the shoulder.I like being around loud people, because it reminds me that people are around and that I’m not alone. I also like hearing about the supernatural, or anything like that. I also like action shows or movies mixed with horror, imma slasher fan. I like blasting music and singing really loudly, with my friends to annoy the people around us. I like being around really touchy-feely people, it helps me open up more. I dislike being in silence and alone. I don’t like people who brag consistently, or who consistently put other people down for their own entertainment. I have a dislike of being in closed spaces (like a small closet).I’m a plus size girl who is 5’1, with blonde hair and hazel eyes. I wear glasses as well. I have my ears pierced and my nose. (I added some photos as well). My gender preference is male, and I just want someone who is loyal and very understanding. Genre can be anything but angst. I prefer fluff or smut tho. Thanks 💗

I match you with...

¡! Baji Keisuke ¡!

Why?

he is your type, and you are his, he is that loud funny kid and you are the girl who always sincere-laughs at him and helps him calm down, the perfect combo.

general headcanons:

¡! SFW ¡!

you met at the school, believe it or not, he was actually very kind to you, always sarcastic and stuff, but he was a gentleman with you

you bonded almost inmediately, your personalities contrasting but at the same time complimmenting, like a match made in heaven.

he was troublesome, but you liked that. you seemed quiet and laid back, which wasn't so far from reality, but you knew how to enjoy yourself, and he liked that.

confessed in a normsl way, didn't make the cliché thingy but made it romantic with simplicity.

he loves to pet kittens with you

will never neglect you

outside and inside of baji is very different, maybe chilling in the outside, but freaking out inside.

your relationship is full of surprises, but that is what makes it so special

I just know he smokes weed, so, would like to do it together if you like it to

¡! NSFW ¡!

it doesn't matter if you are riding him, he always has the control

makes you cum so fast

quick fingers and fast tongue

fav position is standing ovation and bedlock

will never pressure you to do anything

loves blowjobs

roleplay.

will dress you as a maid

'kitten', 'angel', 'slut', 'whore' you never know with this guy

bondage

open to new things, except pegging

loves your body soooo much

finds your belly very cute and huggable

cleans you in aftercare and probably flirts with you while taking his cum off of your hair hahahaha

with love, for @cherryblossomsinthewind

I loved doing this match up, like, I route for your couple so much 💞

with a Zenin Maki fem! reader // baji + chifuyu + hakkai

request — Hiii I saw your requests are open, so can I request a maki zenin reader x Baji, Chifuyu, and Hakkai. I love your work by the way.❤️ But make it maki zenin after the Shibuya incident arc. She has scars all over her body, face, and arms and hair is short.

genre — headcanons, fluff???

warnings — mention of scars (fight and fire)

A. N — reader is in Toman

¡! Baji Keisuke ¡!

he remembered you different, less intimidating than now

that doesn't mean you weren't intimidating before, but not in this level

he thinks your scars are veeeryyy cool

will ask you what happened to you in private

lots of training together

amazed by the strength you've gained

will do those work outs challenges with you but fails half way through

starts to be very careful with fire since your scars are from that and doesn't want to be disrespectful in any way

¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡!

¡! Matsuno Chifuyu ¡!

helps you with bandages and gives you the best ointment in the world

genuinely worried for you physical AND mental health

you were a whole different person before and now you are all wounded

you have a Chifuyu by your side so forget about getting conscious of your scars

will praise you even more, if you were already badass before now you are like a godess to him

he cheers you in training, and sometimes does it with you, he ends up very tired tho

likes to be with you in gyms, everyone looks at you two

👏🏼im👏🏼pre👏🏼ssed👏🏼

¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡!

like how are you able to hit so hard

compares your strength to Taiju's (you win)

is amazed by your ability to handle weapons

super shy because you are a woman

¡! Shiba Hakkai ¡!

talks with you very ocassionally

one time hee touched one of your biceps and you could sware he almost fainted

curious about your work out routine and will be in the challenges you are in but will never tell you

likes to go to fights with you because you always win

gives you tips for treating your wounds, personal experience

you once fought Taiju and his face was like :O the whole time (like in that pannel where Yuzuha confesses her feelings towards Take), you won 💅🏼

The Purest Gift

cw: sub!shinichiro, virgin!shinichiro, dom!reader, virgin!reader, wholesome sex, nipple play (kinda)

a/n: merry christmas everyone! thank you so much for all the love and support. unfortunately, i probably won’t be getting to my inbox until next year but ill get to it asap! i hope you guys enjoy this one!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Shinichiro’s room was a mess. Wakasa was on the floor, splashed out on a bottle of alcohol. Benkei’s missing, no one knows where he went or if he’s the one in the bathroom. And Takeomi just left five minutes ago, to take care of his siblings before they go kill each other.

The only ones left still mentally stable were you and Shinichiro. Although a bit tipsy from a few drinks, you two were aware enough of the awkward silence slowly filling the room.

“Merry Christmas.” You greet him, making Shinichiro stumble on his words.

“Oh, uhm. Y-You too.”

Once again, the uncomfortable silence came back along with the cold breeze from one of the windows.

It was as if the two of you had only started dating, even if you guys have been together for almost a year.

For Shinichiro, it was a miracle that you out of all people would have accepted his confession and reciprocated his feelings back. After all this time being rejected, you were the one who broke his streak, much to his friends’ dismay.

“So like…” Shinichiro spoke, trying to gather his thoughts.

“What is it?”

“I have a—You know what, it’s nothing. Just speaking some random shit.” He laughed at himself although not out of amusement.

He heard you hum to yourself and before he knew it, you were on top of him after tackling him down the couch. God, you looked so pretty with your face that close to his, he had to turn away his face from you.

“Oi, Shin. Tell me.”

“What? It’s nothing, I swear.” He refused to answer, thinking that the shame of those words coming out of his mouth may not be worth it.

“It’s fine, love. Almost everyone is gone, it’s only us here.”

“What about Wakasa?”

“He’s passed out drunk, he’s not gonna hear you.”

Shinichiro didn’t like how persuasive you were against him. You could probably tell him to do anything and he would do it for you. You were like a queen to him and all of your orders will he obey.

“You know… Since it’s Christmas and all…”

“Yeah?”

“You know?!”

“You know what?? I’m not a seer, you dumbass.”

“I–I even practiced this in front of the mirror, I can’t believe I still can’t say it.” He groaned, wanting to bury himself underground.

“Hey, now. It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me. I don’t want to force you.”

“That’s the problem! I do want to tell you (Name).” He said annoyed, not knowing if he should just blurt it out as if it’s simple as asking someone to pass the salt on a table.

“Then, tell me!”

“I can’t!”

“Shinichiro wants his first time to be with you, (Name).” A deep voice coming from behind you suddenly said out loud, earning a shriek from the both of you.

After yelling together, you two came to realize who it was. “Oh, it’s just Benkei.”

Shinichiro’s eyes widened after realizing what he had just said. First, why does Benkei know this? Second, did you hear what he said? He was this close to running away until he remembered that this was his house. He can’t run away.

You watched as Benkei slumped the passed-out man on the floor over his shoulders. He greeted you both before leaving and gave the two of you a thumbs up.

“That was pretty weird… We should probably clean up–”

Shinichiro was cut off, feeling your lips crash against his. His heart was going to explode any second now. It was different from the previous kisses that you had given him, it was long and wet. Your tongue tasted of alcohol, intoxicating him in two ways.

Eventually, you pulled away and left the man under you gasping for air, cheeks flushed to the point you can mistake him for a strawberry. “W-Was that good? I’ve never really done something like that before…”

He thought it was a joke. There was no way that someone of your caliber hadn't fully made out with another. However, the complete seriousness plastered on your face clearly said otherwise. “I-It was good, yeah. Uhm, I enjoyed it.”

“So, about what Benkei said… Is it true?”

“What is?”

“You know… how you want to have sex with me.”

Shinichiro stuttered, before calming himself down, looking straight into your eyes. “Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll… do my best.”

All Shinichiro knew about having sex was with some adult DVDs that were still probably under his bed. On the other hand, you were only known about it due to the number of books you’ve read that happened to contain some explicit content. What could possibly go wrong?

He shivered as he felt your hands on his chest, unbuttoning the polo he had on and leaving his chest bare for only you to see. Shinichiro waited anxiously for what else you were about to do and a whine escaped from his throat when you started nibbling his neck down to his chest. Out of pure panic, you stopped yourself and wondered if he was alright.

“I’m fine, (Name). I trust you.”

You resumed your actions, leaving marks all over Shinichiro while he tries to quiet himself. Although what would happen if you did that? Was that a good idea? You’ve only ever read it before, so you don’t really know how it’d turn out in real life. But you wanted to make Shinichiro feel better.

“Hm!” A high-pitched squeal from Shinichiro startled you but you didn’t hesitate and kept playing with Shinichiro’s nipple with your tongue.

“C-Cold…” He muttered.

You feel him harden, his cock clearly pressing against your ass. “Mhm! (N-Name)…” He seemed to realize what was happening and wanted to ask you to move out of embarrassment but he held onto himself.

That’s right. That could happen to men when they get turned on, that would mean you’re doing great so far, right?

You moved over, seeing Shinichiro’s legs pressed together. “Shin, I-I’m taking it out.”

“Go a-ahead.”

You unzipped him and noticed a wet spot on his boxers. You didn’t dare mention it because you felt like he would run out of his own house if you did. Shinichiro’s cock was quite long but more on the leaner side. You didn’t miss how he bit his lip when he felt your touch against his.

With your two fingers stroking against his side, Shinichiro moaned. He was holding onto the couch, trying to keep his thighs from moving too much. You were scared to overdo it, who knows how long he could last? Didn’t want him passing out before penetration.

“It feels so good, aah–” He himself didn’t know if he could take being inside of you. He was scared that he’d orgasm just from inserting it in.

“A-ah, here.” He handed you a condom from his pocket. It seemed he has planned for this to happen for a long time.

It was a shame that you couldn’t have him go raw inside. Still, you placed the condom on his tip, gaining another whine as you rolled it down.

You stand up to take off your underwear, also wet and turned on from what’s about to happen. The only thing that’s ever been inside of you were fingers, you casually prepare yourself in front of him, Shinichiro watching you in awe. He wanted to touch himself too but you move his hands away.

“Don’t.”

“S-Sorry.”

You placed yourself on top of him, eagerly excited but also terrified that you might do things wrong.

“Hah–(Name), P-Please!” Shinichiro begged you, not wanting to wait anymore. He needed to feel you or he’ll go crazy the longer you stood by.

Inserting his tip into you has got him whining, tongue rolling out from the pleasure. You continued going deeper, making Shinichiro scream. This was just from insertion, god knows what noise he would make once you start moving.

If it wasn’t for the condom, you would probably be sure that he was leaking precum right now with all the noises he’s making.

Having him completely inside you was a whole new experience for the both of you. You could feel the slight twitches of his dick as it got comfortable inside your walls. “C-Can I?” You questioned him.

He nodded, tears building up from the corner of his eyes. “Shin, you’re still a crybaby even having sex. Huh?”

“S-Stop that!!” He didn’t appreciate your teasing at all, his heart was already beating so fast and you just had to rile him up like that.

You started at a slow pace, hands reaching for his and intertwining them together.

“Hmpf! K-Keep going!” He asked you, your lower half feeling hot from the amount of friction that you were making.

He was just like his room. A complete mess.

Curses started to come out of him, you noticed that he liked it when you thrust harder. Such a perverted boyfriend you had, already knowing what he likes despite being a virgin.

“Aah! Ah! (Name)!”

He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, his throat already hurting from how much he was screaming. You continued to ride on top of him, loving all the reactions he was showing.

“You’re so amazing, Shinichiro.”

He cried out of pleasure, finally reaching his orgasm and spilling into the condom. He was so warm inside of you. You could stay like that forever although, he would probably not be able to take it.

“(N-Name)… so good…”

“Anything for you, love.”

Shinichiro, with all of his strength, sat up and gave you a peck on your lips. “W-We should do this more often.”

“We definitely should.”

a colour i’ll never know

pairing: badboy!heeseung x librarian!musician!reader

summary: The world isn't always in black and white. And who better to teach you that than a bad boy in leather?

warnings: cursing, mentions of food, y/n gets followed by some creepy drunk guys towards the end.

word count: 5,993.

note: the way this is both the fastest i've ever written something and also the longest thing i've ever written... lol bad boy heeseung the things u do to me. i made a playlist here of all the pieces mentioned in the fic if you want to listen to them!!

happy valentine's day!!

For the most part, you enjoyed working at the library. It was quiet (which did wonders for the many headaches you got from staying up too late), the pay was pretty decent, and you were surrounded by books all day.

Some might’ve thought it to be too lonely, considering the fact that the only people you interacted with were frazzled college students who were too busy doing last minute studying to initiate small talk, and Mrs. Johnson, the head librarian, but you never minded. A set of underdeveloped social skills always tended to make you feel awkward when you interacted with people you didn’t know, and you found working in a place so quiet and undisturbed felt much more natural, as opposed to working as a barista in a coffee shop that never died down.

It made you uncomfortable just thinking about it. You had no idea how Lia did it every day.

So yes. The library was quiet, and peaceful, and boring, and just how you liked it.

Especially now, seeing as it was a Monday morning, and most of the people that usually came in were probably too busy nursing awful hangovers to even get out of bed.

You sighed contentedly as you placed Macbeth back on the shelf, Schubert’s Impromptu No. 3 playing softly from your headphones. Even though returning books to proper places on shelves was often boring and rather tedious, it felt relaxing after the hectic weekend you’d had, trying to catch up on the assignment your music professor had given you.

You always did hate theory-

“-hello? Anyone home up there?” Your right earphone had been abruptly pulled out and the music replaced by the sound you hated possibly more than anything.

Someone was trying to get your attention, and evidently they chose to do it in the most obnoxious way possible.

You inhaled deeply, bade farewell to Mansfield Park as you placed it on the shelf, and turned to see who dared to approach you, only to stop short.

Because there was no way Lee Heeseung was standing in front of you right now.

Lee Heeseung, who was never seen in anything but dark colours, had more piercings than you could count, an arm full of tattoos, and drove a motorcycle.

Lee Heeseung, who you had never seen anywhere near the library before.

Lee Heeseung, who apparently was standing in front of you, and who looked you up and down with a raised brow.

You cleared your throat, hoping the shock didn’t show on your face. “Yes? Can I help you with something?”

A slow smirk made itself at home on his face. “You’d already know the answer to that if you weren’t listening to music on the job, sweetheart.” He shook his head in mock disappointment, clicking his tongue.

You narrowed your eyes. “What I do on the job is none of your business. And it’s not like it’s against the rules anyway.”

Heeseung’s eyebrows raised. “Well well well, who knew little Miss Librarian had some fire in her.” He leaned in, getting much too close for comfort. “What music has you getting so defensive, hm?”

Without even asking, Heeseung picked up the earbud that was hanging down limply and lifted it close enough to hear what was playing. By now Schubert’s piece had ended, and Bruch’s second movement from Violin Concerto No. 1 was playing softly.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes upon hearing the music. “Classical, how boring and stereotypical.”

“Oh really?” You snatched your earbud back. “A bit bold of you to be judging a book by its cover, don’t you think Mr Badboy Wannabe?”

Watching Heeseung’s overly confident front start to crumble gave you some kind of twisted satisfaction.

You stood up straighter, gripping on the handle of the book trolley. “Now, do you actually need help with something? Or can I go back to my job and boring music?”

Heeseung seemed to be debating with himself on whether it was worth it to ask you for something, but before he could (most likely) come up with some kind of ridiculous excuse for no longer needing help, someone suddenly came up behind him, clapping a hand onto his shoulder.

“Hey man, you find the book yet?”

Jay Park. The only child of a very well off CEO, culinary arts major, and Lee Heeseung’s best friend.

Heeseung frowned. “No. I’ve looked everywhere for it, but I guess they don’t have it.”

“Damn, that’s too ba-“

“What book is it?” You interrupted. “Maybe I could help you find it.”

“There’s no need for tha-“

“Oh sweet!” Jay handed you a small piece of paper. “It’s this one.”

You unfolded it, raising a brown once you read the title.

“Let me guess, you don’t have it?” Heeseung’s cocksure attitude was back and more infuriating than before. “Or are you just not a fan, sweetheart?”

“Making assumptions again, are we?” You stepped closer to him, so close your noses were almost touching. The way he didn’t even flinch, but very obviously glanced down at your lips told you everything you needed to know about him.

But instead of closing the distance like you were sure he was expecting you to do, you leaned your head back a bit and reached up between your faces, grasping the spine of a book and pulling it out. “Enjoy, sweetheart.”

You shoved the book into his chest and turned around, not bothering to glance back as you put your other earbud in, and pushed the trolley down the aisle and into the next one.

To say Heeseung was stunned as he watched you walk away would have been the understatement of the century. But as he looked down at the book in his hands, Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus, he knew one thing for sure.

He had to get to know you.

The next time Heeseung went to the library, he had the pleasure of seeing you again, only this time you weren’t working.

The table you were sitting at was next to the window, with golden sun rays shining through, giving the perfect natural lighting. As he got closer he could see that you had one of your headphones in, the other lying limp along your chest, and your phone lying on the table upward allowed him to see that you were once again listening to classical music. Specifically Dvorak’s Violin Concerto in A Minor.

“Do you listen to anything but that boring music?”

You didn’t even bother looking up from your book. “I know you didn’t just call Dvorak boring.”

“You’re right, I called his music boring.”

You glanced up at him, unimpressed. “Is there a reason you’re talking to me? Or do you just enjoy annoying people?”

Heeseung gasped dramatically, lifting a hand to place over his heart and groaning like he’d been shot. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

You closed the book with a sigh. It was clear you wouldn’t be getting any studying done with him here. “Are you ever going to stop calling me sweetheart?”

“Not like I have anything else to call you.” Heeseung pulled out the chair across from you and made himself at home on it.

“Of course. Not like I have a name or anything.”

He tipped his chair back and propped his feet up on the table. “Not one that you’ve given me.”

You reached across and shoved his feet down, biting back a laugh at the way he momentarily flailed before catching himself. “You should know better than to contaminate the library like that.”

“‘Contaminate’?” He looked at you incredulously. “What am I, some kind of virus?”

You shrugged and started stacking up your books. “Who knows. You might have some kind of badboy cooties that I don’t know about.”

“I thought we left cooties back in first grade.”

“Of course you did.”

“I’m Heeseung by the way.”

You stared at him blankly. “I know.”

Heeseung smirked, his lip ring glinting in the sunlight. “So you’ve heard of me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” You rolled your eyes. “Is there anyone on campus who hasn’t heard of you?”

“I see my reputation precedes me.” As much as you hated to admit it, the way he leaned back in the chair, arms crossed and legs spread, was kind of attractive.

He raised a brow at you.

Really attractive.

You stood up with a sigh and picked up your stack of books. “To say the least. Now if you’ll excuse me, I would actually like to get some studying done.”

Heeseung felt a small sense of disappointment as he watched you walk away again. “So no name?” He called out rather loudly, ignoring all the dirty looks and shushing.

You glanced back with a smile. “You’ll just have to earn it, sweetheart.”

“I can’t believe you said that to him.”

You continued reshelving books but spared a glance at Lia. “Why?”

“Um, because it’s Lee Heeseung? Hello? The dude is scary as hell.”

“Really?” You walked out of the aisle and went to the desk with Lia following you not far behind. “I guess the tattoos and piercings can be considered kind of intimidating. Or more so the piercings since I haven’t seen any of his tattoos yet. I swear it could be a 100 degrees and he’d still wear that stupid leather jacket.”

Lia grabbed a random book that was sitting on the desk and started paging through it. “Sounds like someone is a little upset that she hasn’t gotten to see the Harms yet.”

You turned to her with a frown. “The what?”

“Harms. Heeseung arms."

“Heeseung arms. Harms.” You stared at her for a moment before shaking your head. “You spend too much time on Twitter, you know that?”

“Yes yes, I know. It’s a fatal flaw, a red flag, whatever. As I was saying though, I think it’s really-“

“And how’s the prettiest librarian to ever walk to earth doing today?”

You sighed deeply and looked up at Heeseung. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen Mrs. Johnson since yesterday.”

“So feisty for no reason, sweetheart.”

“Please,” you rolled your eyes. “You haven’t seen feisty yet.”

“Oh really? Maybe you’d like to show me sometime.”

Lia looked back and forth between the two of you. “You two look like you need some alone time, so I’m just gonna head out. See you later Y/- ” At your sharp look she cut herself off. “Right. Yeah. See you later.”

Once Lia had left, you turned to Heeseung. “May I help you?”

He grinned flirtatiously. “Just here to return a book.”

You sat down on the chair as he placed it on the counter. “About time. I was beginning to think you lost it.”

“I didn’t think you were the type to judge slow readers, sweetheart.”

“I’m not,” You scanned the book back into the system. “But I am one to judge people who wait until the day after the due date to return something.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “What can I say? When I read something I really like to make sure I absorb it.”

You stood up with the book he returned, as well as a few others, and started towards the aisles that they belonged in. “Yeah, you would.”

Heeseung followed you, apparently not getting the hint that you were done talking to him. “So when can I take you out?”

“That depends.” You placed Jane Eyre back in her rightful spot. “Do you mean take me out as in you’re planning an assassination, or take me out on a date?”

“A date of course.”

You turned to him with the sweetest smile you could muster. “Never.”

He followed you to the next aisle as well. “You can’t mean that, sweetheart.”

“Can’t I?”

“But how could you go through life without knowing what it’s like to go on a date with the one and only Lee Heeseung?”

You snorted. “I think I’ll live.”

“Not even one, teeny, tiny date?”

You turned to look at him for a moment, considering. He really knew how to do the puppy-dog eyes well.

Finally, you sighed. “Fine. If you can find out my name all by yourself, I’ll go out with you.”

“Wait really-“

“But that means no asking your friends, my friends, or any of our professors. Deal?” You held out your hand, and Heeseung took it without hesitation.

“Deal.”

Seeing Heeseung somewhere besides the library felt odd. It was almost like you’d forgotten that he existed outside of the building.

And yet as you saw him walking towards you while you were sitting in the courtyard waiting for Lia, you could feel an odd mix of dread and excitement in the pit of your stomach.

For once, Heeseung wasn’t wearing his trademark leather jacket, and despite the fact that it was the beginning of February and cold as fuck, he was wearing a short sleeved shirt. Which meant that you could see his ink covered firearms and biceps.

A voice in your head that sounded suspiciously like Lia was chanting Harms, Harms, Harms.

You were never going to forgive her for planting that seed in your thoughts.

“How’s my sweetheart doing today?”

You desperately hoped that he hadn’t caught you checking him out. “Well I was doing great until about two seconds ago when some crazy guy wearing short sleeves in winter started talking to me.”

Heeseung sat down on the bench beside you. “What can I say? Gotta find some way to woo you into going out with me.”

“Giving up on my name so soon?”

“I wouldn’t say giving up, more so….showing off what could be yours if you just tell me what it is yourself.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. “And you thought that getting frostbite would be the best way to do it?”

“I mean…” Heeseung scooted closer and lifted his arm, placing it on the top of the bench behind you. “I could’ve just stripped down in the library, but somehow I didn’t think you’d be as appreciative of that as Mrs. Johnson would.”

You rolled your eyes. “Congratulations, you finally made a smart decision.” The wind started to pick up, and you could see Heeseung start to shiver ever so slightly. “Though not really considering you’re practically freezing to death. Where’s your jacket?”

You weren’t sure if it was the cold weather, but you could’ve sworn that he was blushing. “I uh, I kind of left it at my apartment.”

“Of course you did,” you muttered, standing up. “Come on Frosty, let’s go some place warm before it gets so cold your heart freezes.”

“That’s impossible as long as you’re around sweetheart.”

You didn’t bother to reply as you pulled out your phone and texted Lia, asking to reschedule your study date, to which she enthusiastically agreed.

You were already several steps away when you realized that Heeseung wasn’t following you. Looking back you saw him still sitting on the bench, watching you go with an unreadable expression on his face.

You decided to ignore that for now. “Are you coming or was it your plan all along to get hypothermia?”

“That depends,” Heeseung stood up and jogged the few paces over. “If I do get hypothermia, will you nurse me back to health?”

“Aww,” You patted his cheek with your mitten-clad hand. “Not a chance.”

The cafe you took Heeseung to was one you visited often, seeing as it wasn't far from your apartment. As you stepped into the warm building filled with the bittersweet aroma of coffee and sweet cream, you almost felt like you were home.

“Huh,” He looked around, admiring all the duck themed decorations. “I didn’t take you as the kind of person who liked cutsey cafes.”

You side-eyed him. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

He turned to look at you head on. “I hope I can have the opportunity to learn, then.”

Had his eyes always had those little specks of gold in them?

You cleared your throat and looked away. “Right, um. Do you want anything to eat or drink? My treat.”

The look of pure joy on Heeseung’s face as he picked out a pastry struck something deep within you.

Maybe he’s not so bad after all…

“I must say I’m rather disappointed, Y/N.” Mr. Scott, your music teacher, shook his head. “Haven’t you practiced anything I taught you last week?”

“Yes, of course I have. It’s just-“

“No. No more excuses. Play it again.”

You’d never been the biggest fan of Mozart, and as you were forced to play Sonata in C for the third time that afternoon, you knew your hatred was starting to show through your playing.

This time you didn’t even get the whole way through it before Mr. Scott was stopping you.

“Look Y/N, I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to fix it. I know you can play better than this. I don’t want to feel like I’m listening to a robot playing, I need to hear your emotion. Learn the piece so you know it like the back of your hand, and then put some emotion into it. Think about what story you want to tell with it. Don’t come to me until you think you can do that, otherwise we’ll be wasting both of our time.”

You watched Mr. Scott walk out of the music room from your place at the piano. When he was out of sight you let out a deep breath.

As much as you wanted to pretend you didn’t care, getting scolded by people, especially your music teacher, always left you feeling sensitive and exposed. It wasn’t like you wanted to play with the piece with no emotion, you just couldn’t seem to find the pulse, which frustrated you to no end.

“Well that guy sounds like a real asshole.”

Heeseung was the last person you had expected to see here, but if the past few weeks had taught you anything when it comes to him, it was to expect the unexpected.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “How long were you standing out there?”

“Oh, long enough.” He said vaguely, walking further into the room to stand beside the piano. “Really though, it sounded great. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

You huffed. “Yes he does, he was right about everything. It may have sounded perfect technically, but musically it was like a dying fish.”

“Huh,” Heeseung started looking through the music you had stacked on the side of the piano. “I honestly couldn’t tell the difference.”

“Trust me, if I was playing something I actually enjoyed, you’d be able to tell.”

“Oh really? Play me one of your favourite pieces then.”

You stared at him for a moment.

“Fine.”

Taking a deep breath, you placed your fingers on the cold, solid keys. The music that floated through the room felt intimately familiar. You used to play it so much each note felt like a part of you.

The silence after you played the final chord felt almost deafening.

“What’s it called?” Heeseung asked quietly.

“Romance in F minor, Opus 5. It’s one of my favorites from Tchaikovsky.”

He huffed and sat down on the bench beside you. “Didn’t sound very romantic.”

You frowned. “It didn’t?”

“Nah. Isn’t romance supposed to be all sappy and in love? Shouldn’t it have been something happy and bouncy sounding?”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s only one aspect of romance. There’s more than one layer to things like that. This piece does sound romantic, it’s just supposed to be showing the more depressing and dark side of romance. The doubts, the fears, the ‘what if’s’.”

Heeseung tilted his head. “I never thought about it that way. I guess not everything is set in black and white.”

“Exactly. That’s why you cant just listen to what’s being played, but how it’s being played.”

“I just hear music.”

“See? That’s the problem. You can’t just hear the music, you have to hear it.”

Heeseung blinked. “You just said the exact same thing.”

“Not like that,” you rolled your eyes. “You have to listen to what it’s saying. Like the first movement of Wienawski’s Violin Concerto Number 2. If you just listen to it it’ll sound like yet another boring classical piece. But if you listen to it and really hear it, you’ll hear the emotion, the words, the story it’s trying to tell.”

“And what do you hear when you listen to it?” Heeseung’s voice was soft.

You thought about it for a moment. “I hear anger. I hear a weakness that’s trying to make itself strong, and a disappointment wishing it could be content and being frustrated that it isn’t. But most of all I hear an underlying but deep-set pain.”

“Wow,” he breathed. “You really hear all that?”

You started messing with a string from your hoodie. “Yeah. It’s-It’s weird, I know.”

“No!” You’d never seen Heeseung’s eyes wider. “It’s not weird at all. I think it’s amazing how you can hear it and just….know.” He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a small, humorless laugh. “I wish I could do that. I guess I’m just too dumb.”

You placed your hand on top of his hesitantly. “Don’t say that. You’re never too dumb to understand something, it just takes time.”

“You think?” He turned his hand over and laced your fingers together.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

“Thanks Y/N.”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “Wha- How did you-“

“I told you I was out there long enough.” Heeseung grinned. “So how does Friday at 6:00 sound?”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Come on, Y/N! I promise I’m a safe driver and I’ll even go extra slow for you!”

You crossed your arms and looked Heeseung dead in the eyes. “I don’t care if you’re going five miles an hour, there is no way on God’s green earth that I am getting on that death trap.”

Heeseung stepped closer and grasped your arms gently. “Y/N, I know I don’t have the greatest reputation, but I would never do something reckless when I’m responsible for someone else’s life. Especially yours.” His eyes were wide and imploring. “Please, sweetheart?”

You sighed, dropping your arms. “Those bambi eyes should really be illegal.”

You held your hand out for a helmet, and Heeseung’s grin almost made it worth it.

Almost because by the time you got to your destination and took off the helmet, your hair looked like a bird’s nest.

Heeseung clapped a hand over his mouth, presumably to stop himself from laughing.

You glared at him. “I hate you and your stupid bike.”

“It’s not that bad…” He cleared his throat and busied himself with getting some things out of the side pouch on his motorcycle. “Really. I think you look cute.”

You took the blanket out of his arms so he had a free hand to carry the other things. “And I think you’re a liar.”

“Think whatever you want sweetheart, still doesn’t change the fact that you look adorable even with messy hair.” Heeseung closed the bag and motioned for you to follow him.

“What are we even doing, anyway?” You asked, cheeks burning. “You didn’t bring me all the way up here just to turn me into a skin suit, did you?”

Heeseung looked over his shoulder with a teasing smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Yes?” You frowned. “Why do you think I asked.”

“Look,” Heeseung had stopped abruptly, just staring ahead. “isn’t it beautiful?”

You stepped around him and suddenly felt breathless. You had admittedly been rather suspicious of Heeseung when he took you out of the city and up a large hill, but now, as you were looking out and could see all the buildings and lights sparkling with the sun setting in the background, you were left speechless.

Eventually you were broken out of your trance by Heeseung’s voice. “Here, you can spread the blanket out here.”

You did as instructed and sat down next to him, letting out a laugh when you saw what he had in the grocery bag.

“Juice boxes and lunchables, huh?”

“Of course, only the finest of dining for my lady.” Your eyebrows raised at the endearment, but for once you decided not to comment on it. “Just wait til you see what I have for dessert.”

You picked up a Capri-Sun and pulled the straw off, sticking it into the premarked hole. “That better not have been a dick joke.”

Heeseung choked on the cracker he had just taken a bite out of. “Wow, okay.” His voice was scratchy. “You really don’t pull any punches, do you?”

You shrugged, picking up your own cracker. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

After finishing your food and drinks as well as desert (turns out it wasn’t a dick joke, but he had also brought fruit snacks), the two of you laid back on the blanket and looked at the sky. The sun had fully set several minutes ago and the stars seemed to shine brighter than you’d ever seen before.

“Oh, before I forget,” Heeseung pulled out his phone and messed with it for a moment before the beginning notes of Myaskovsky’s Cello Sonata No. 2 started playing from it softly.

You looked at him curiously, and he avoided eye contact with you, though you could see his cheeks starting to turn pink. “What brought this on?”

“I, uh. I’ve been listening to classical music lately. I wanted to see what it was you were talking about, with the story telling and emotions and all that.”

“Really?” You couldn’t hide the shock in your voice.

He finally turned to look at you, “Yeah. This one is my favorite so far.”

“Why?”

“I…I like how delicate it sounds. Even though later on it turns into something grand and majestic, there’s still an underlying thread of fragility that sounds like it could break any second. It’s,” he swallowed, almost nervous. “It’s vulnerable.”

You smiled, turning on your side and snuggling close to him. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.” You looked up, finding Orion’s Belt. “It almost reminds me of the night sky. Even though it’s bigger than we could ever imagine, it still has this delicacy that makes it feel like we could almost reach up and put the stars right into our hands.”

Heeseung’s left hand started to run through your hair, while the other lifted your hand that was resting against his stomach to his lips for a soft kiss on the back of it. “I think I’ve already got a star in my hands.”

It had been about two weeks since your first (and so far only) date with Heeseung, and to say you had become smitten with him would be an understatement. When he dropped you off at the front door of your apartment he had given you a sweet kiss on your cheek and a piece of paper with his number on it, and left with a quiet “Sweet dreams, Y/N.” whispered between you.

Unfortunately, even though you texted each other every day along with the occasional call, you hadn’t been able to see him much since then. With him being more busy than usual with classes (finding out he was studying psychology was quite the surprise) and you picking up extra shifts at the library, finding time to actually seemed to be impossible at the moment.

At least until the night before Valentine’s Day.

It had already been a long day, seeing as what felt like every student in the surrounding colleges and high schools decided to do their last minute studying today. You had been at the library since noon, and you were just starting the walk home now, at 10:30.

You had just crossed the street, still several blocks from home, when the uncomfortable feeling of being watched started to settle over you. You looked over your shoulder as discreetly as possible, and sure enough. There were three men, probably not much older than yourself, most likely drunk with the way they were walking, and definitely following you.

You started to walk a bit faster and pulled out your phone. Your hands were shaking as you went into your recent calls and tapped Lia’s name. Even if she would never let you live this down, you could put up with a lifetime of teasing if it meant you got home safe.

As soon as you heard her pick up the phone you started talking. “Hey baby! I just left the library, where do you wanna meet up?”

“Y/N?”

That was definitely not Lia’s voice.

“H-Heeseung?” You pulled your phone away from your ear and looked at the contact name. Sure enough the name, Heeseungie <3 was staring back at you “Oh, hey, uh, sorry about that.I meant to call Lia because there’s these guys following me and I think they’re drunk but that doesn’t really make it any better and I just thought that maybe if I pretended that I was calling my boyfriend they’d leave me alone but I…I don’t really think it’s working. I don’t know.” You tried to make your voice as quiet as possible.

“What? Where are you?”

You glanced behind you. They were still there. “A few blocks from the library. I think they’re getting closer.”

“Are there any stores around that are open?”

“Yeah, there’s a 24-hour convenience store a little bit up ahead.”

“Okay, good.” Heeseung sounded relieved. “Just wait in there, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Wait what? Heeseung, no. It-It’s fine I can just wait in there until they leave or something. You don’t need to get up or anything I can-“

“Sweetheart.”

You swallowed. “Yes?”

“Wait in there. I’ll get there as soon as possible.” His tone left no room for argument. “What store is it?”

“Okay…” Even if you didn’t want to admit it, you were relieved. “It’s CU.”

“Alright. Just hold tight, I’ll see you soon.” You could hear rustling on the other side of the line. “Do you want to stay on the phone with me until I get there?”

You rolled your eyes as you pulled the door open. ”I’m not a baby, Heeseung.”

“I never said you were, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to be scared.” His breathing started to pick up, almost like he was running. “I’m almost there.”

“Okay,” You made your way to the aisle with chips and pretended like you were trying to pick one. “You can hang up if you want.”

“I never want to hang up on you sweetheart,” You could practically see his flirty grin. “Did they follow you into the store?”

You glanced at the entrance, feeling even more on edge when you spotted them loitering around it, probably also pretending to look at things. “Yeah.”

“Alright, I can see the store. See you in a second,”

You hung up without a word, putting your phone back into your bag and staring intently at the chips. Would Cheetos be an appropriate last meal?

“Hey baby.” Your head snapped to the end of the aisle, seeing Heeseung walking towards you. He was wearing a tight, short sleeved shirt once again, displaying his tattoos, but instead of the usual black jeans and boots, he was in a pair of dark grey sweatpants and black and white sneakers. Upon reaching you he wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. “How’s my favorite girl?”

You leaned against him, placing your hands overtop of his and lacing your fingers together. “A lot better now that you’re here.”

“What’s this?” He gasped dramatically. “Y/N is actually happy to see me? I better mark this on the calendar.”

“Shut up,” you elbowed him gently. “I’m always happy to see you.”

Heeseung huffed. “Oh really? Tell that to the Y/N of last month.”

You looked up at him with a teasing smile. “You mean the Y/N that was being hit on relentlessly by the guy who had never spoken more than one word to her before? That Y/N?”

“…fair enough.”

You turned back to the chips. “Yeah I thought so.”

“You wanna get something and go back to my place? We could have a movie night or something.” His thumb started rubbing yours gently. “No funny business, I promise.”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “That sounds nice.”

You each picked out a few snacks and a drink, paying for them as quickly as possible and making your way to the entrance, where the three drinks were still waiting. Apparently they hadn’t gotten the hint.

Just as you were passing by them, the shortest of the three muttered something too quiet for you to hear, but it obviously wasn’t anything good seeing as Heeseung immediately let go of your hand and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him close to his face. “You wanna say that about my girlfriend again?”

You’d never seen him look this intimidating, even before you really got to know him. If you were being completely honest, it was kind of hot.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He struggled against Heeseung’s hold while his friends watched with wide eyes.

Heeseung narrowed his eyes with a huff. “That’s what I thought.” He let him go and grabbed your hand again. “C’mon sweetheart, let’s go home.”

You were about a block away from the store when you finally decided to speak up. “So… girlfriend, huh?”

Even in the dim light from the street-lamps you could still see Heeseung start to blush. “Yeah, sorry about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly with his free hand. “I actually wanted to ask you when we had our date, but I thought it was too soon.”

You nodded. “Yeah. I can’t guarantee that I would’ve said yes, so it was probably for the best.”

“Right.” It was obvious he was at least somewhat disappointed. “Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t then.”

By now the two of you had reached Heeseung’s apartment building. He moved to unlock the front door, but you tightened your hold on his hand, pulling him back. “If you wanted to ask me now, though…”

“Now?” His eyebrows rose in surprise. “Wouldn’t you want it to be more, I don’t know, romantic?”

“Who said it’s not romantic? It’s the night before Valentine’s Day, you just saved me from a couple of drunk idiots, and you bought me snacks.” You shrugged. “Can’t get much more romantic than that.

“Alright,” Heeseung suddenly dropped to one knee, holding your free hand with both of his. “Y/N, sweetheart, would you allow me to have the honor and privilege of having you as my girlfriend, and letting me be your boyfriend?”

“Hmm,” you pretended to think about it. “I suppose I could.”

He stood back up with a grin, placing his hands on your cheeks and leaning in close. “Does that mean I get to kiss you now?”

“If I recall correctly, you’ve already kissed me.”

Heeseung rolled his eyes and leaned in even closer, your noses brushing together. It reminded you of the day you first talked to each other.

“Trust me sweetheart,” his lips brushed against yours. “When I kiss you for real, you’ll be able to tell.”

“Oh really? Prove it-“

Before you could even finish your sentence, his lips were on yours, and you could already feel yourself getting addicted to the way his soft lips moved against yours, contrasting with the cold metal of his lip piercing pressing against the corner of your mouth.

When you finally broke apart, you were both panting for air.

“If that’s what a real kiss is, you’ve been holding out on me.”

“Oh?” Heeseung pecked your lips once more. “Guess I’ll just have to make up for it then.”

You grinned. “I look forward to it.”

I got my nose from my mother and my trust and abandonment issues from my father, hbu?

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