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Tags: angst, secret relationship, breakup, betrayal, smut (NSFW, 18+), emotional confrontation, heartbreak, slight exhibitionism vibes

Yuri had broken up with you two days before his birthday.

No explanation. No warning. Just a blank text in the middle of the night:

"We can’t keep doing this. I’m sorry."

You reread it a hundred times, wondering what this even meant. Had he grown bored of the secrecy? Had he met someone else? You hadn’t had a chance to ask. You’d texted, called, even gone by his hotel, only to be told he was "busy preparing for the party."

Then came the invitation from Keifer. "Come with me," he said casually, as if he didn’t know how your heart was breaking.

You should’ve said no. But something in his voice made you wonder—did he know?

The party was loud, gold and blue lights flashing off crystal glasses. Champagne sparkled like laughter, and you barely managed to smile.

Keifer leaned in, voice low by your ear.

"I know you and Yuri were dating.”

You froze. “How do you know that?”

He shrugged, sipping from his glass. “I know everything that matters.”

Your lips parted to question him further, but the lights dimmed—and then came the announcement.

Yuri stepped up onto the stage with Jay Jay beside him. He looked perfect, all sharp black suit and cool confidence. The kind you used to kiss out of him when the doors were closed.

The MC’s voice rang clear:

"Everyone, raise a glass—today we celebrate Yuri’s birthday… and his engagement."

Engagement?

You blinked. Time stopped. The room erupted in applause.

You slowly turned your head, eyes wide. “Did you know about this?” you asked Keifer.

He wouldn’t look at you. “Yeah.”

Your voice cracked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Keifer didn’t answer. He just walked away.

Two days later, you stood outside Yuri’s hotel suite, heart racing. You didn’t even knock. You just barged in when the door clicked open.

He was alone. Shirtless. Startled.

“Y/N?”

You stepped in, eyes burning. “Why?”

He stiffened. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Too bad.” Your voice trembled. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you end it like that? Did I mean nothing to you?”

Yuri closed his eyes, tension rippling through his body. “You were never supposed to mean that much.”

You walked closer. “So what? You just replaced me?”

“I didn’t—” he stopped himself, jaw tightening. “It’s more complicated than that.”

You grabbed him by the wrist, pushing him back slightly. “Then explain it to me. Look at me,Yuri.”

For a moment, he did. You saw guilt, pain, longing.

And in the next moment—he kissed you.Desperate. Angry. Starved.

You were pinned against the wall, your hands in his hair as his mouth moved hungrily against yours. There was nothing careful about it. He kissed like a man trying to forget, like someone who had fought the urge for far too long.

Clothes dropped in seconds. He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bed, laying you down without breaking contact.

“Still want me?” he whispered, eyes searching yours. “Even now?”

You didn’t answer. You just pulled him in.

His hands were everywhere—rough, familiar, worshipping. You gasped as his mouth moved down your neck, teeth grazing your skin before he sank down further, tongue flicking cruelly slow over your sensitive spot. He knew exactly where and how to touch, how to ruin you completely.

“Yuri…” you whimpered, arching under him.

He slid inside you with a low groan, resting his forehead to yours. “You feel like home,” he murmured, voice breaking. “You were always home.”

You moaned into his mouth as he moved, slow at first, then harder, deeper, like he wanted to bury everything he felt inside you.

The air was thick with sweat and silence—except for the sound of skin on skin, gasped confessions, and breathless cries.

When you both came undone, tangled in each other, you stayed still. Just breathing. Just hurting.

Later, you sat up, slipping into your clothes.

Yuri lay there, watching you.

“Are you really getting married?” you asked, not looking back.He didn’t reply.

Could you pretty place write the aouad boys reacting to having a s/o who is unknowingly really good at kicking ass 😭😭 like they don't look like do it AT ALL but they CAN and it's rather silly

Ty boo 😘😘

𝐀𝐎𝐔𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐒/𝐎 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬𝐬

1. Lee Cheong-san

You’re known as “the quiet one.” Always helping clean up, wearing oversized hoodies, the type who thanks vending machines.Then it happens: a zombie rushes him. He fumbles for a weapon—But before he can blink, you leap out from behind him and spin kick the thing so hard it crashes into a locker.Cheong-san just… stands there. Mouth open.

Cheong-san:"...Did you just mortal kombat that thing?”

You (looking confused): “Huh? Oh, yeah. My bad. I used to do martial arts when I was five.”

Cheong-san:FIVE?? That zombie is dead-dead. You just turned into Chun-Li in a bunny hoodie.”

2. Yoon Gwi-nam

You’re walking with Gwi-nam, who’s doing his usual "I’m too cool for this" strut, when a drunk guy stumbles toward you, clearly about to start trouble.Gwi-nam steps forward, rolling his sleeves,But before he can say anything, you grab the guy by the collar and hip toss him like it’s nothing.He groans on the pavement while you calmly sip from your juice box.

Gwi-nam:"...What. The. F—”

You: “Oh. I didn’t mean to go that hard.”

Gwi-nam: “You don’t even LOOK like you eat protein. Are you secretly in the mafia??”

He’s both shocked and a little obsessed.

3. Lee Su-hyeok

You’re in the middle of helping Su-hyeok with a barricade when a zombie breaks through the window. You’re closest—he reaches to protect you—Only to watch in stunned awe as you launch yourself at the zombie with a flying knee like you’re in a UFC championship match.You land perfectly, hair all ruffled, and blink innocently at Su-hyeok.

Su-hyeok: “...That was textbook form.”

You: “Oh! I was just trying to stop it… I didn't think I’d actually land it.”

Su-hyeok internally screaming

You’re the deadliest thing in the room and still say “oops” when you crush a skull. He’s in love.

4. Jang Wu-jin

Wu-jin is teasing you again, calling you a “walking marshmallow” because of your fluffy cardigan. Then a zombie dog charges out of nowhere.Before he can react, you pull off your slipper and smack it mid-air so hard it yelps and runs.You adjust your glasses. Wu-jin stares.

Wu-jin:"What kind of slipper is THAT?!”

You: “Limited edition. Steel-core sole. Great for roaches too.”

Wu-jin:"You’re insane. I love it.”

5. Han Gyeong-su

Gyeong-su’s tying his shoe when he hears a shriek. He looks up—one of the bullies grabbed your wrist.His jaw drops as you judo flip the guy clean over your shoulder. He lands hard. You blink sweetly at Gyeong-su.

Gyeong-su:"You… you just flipped a whole man. That was a WHOLE MAN.”

You: “I didn’t like how he touched me.”

Gyeong-su:"Remind me to never hold your hand without permission.”

Now he starts calling you “Sensei.”

6. Kim Cheol-soo

You’re always doodling, humming to yourself. Cheol-soo assumed you were all vibes, no violence.Until a group of zombies burst into the hallway. Everyone panics.You? You vault over a desk, kick one into the door, sweep another’s legs,and land like a hero in a drama.Cheol-soo gapes at you like you’re a Marvel character.

Cheol-soo:"Since when are you built like a K-drama stunt double?”

You (blushing): “I just watched a lot of action movies.”

Cheol-soo:"I watched action movies too. I don’t do that. What kind of possessed princess are you?”

7. Lee Jin-su

You’re the one who always gets asked to hold things because people assume you’re delicate. So when a fight breaks out, everyone steps in front of you.Big mistake.You suddenly slide between the crowd and two-punch knock out the threat before anyone notices.

Jin-su quietly: “Did… you just kill someone with your elbow?"

You: “Oops, yeah. Sorry. Reflex.”

Jin-su: “You say ‘oops’ like you dropped a spoon. That man’s on the floor.”

He starts following you around for protection.

8. Oh Joon-yeong

He’s always been the protector type—opening doors, shielding you with his arm when walking.So when a zombie lunges out of nowhere, he throws his arm in front of you—But you’ve already grabbed a chair and bashed it over the zombie’s head,WWE-style.

Joon-yeong:"DID YOU JUST CHAIR-SHOT A ZOMBIE?”

You: “It was going to bite you!”

Joon-yeong:"I was supposed to save YOU!”

You pats his cheek “You’re still my hero.”

He short-circuits.

9. Shin Hyung-seo

You help him clean bandages, bake cookies with sad little smiley faces, and hum lullabies. You're the group's gentle spirit.Then a fight breaks out. You’re nowhere near it—until a guy grabs Hyung-seo.You sprint across the room and slam him into a shelf with such force the whole room freezes.

Hyung-seo: “You’re the human version of a plush toy. How did you just go Super Saiyan??”

You (panting): “Don’t touch my man.”

Hyung-seo:“I feel so safe. And mildly afraid.”

10. Son Myeong-hwan

He’s talking smack as usual when someone insults you. He’s ready to throw hands—But then you knee the guy in the face, sweep his legs,and casually zip your hoodie back up

Myeong-hwan blinking:"Okay… when were you going to tell me you’re Batman?”

You: “You never asked.”

Myeong-hwan: “Fair. I’m in love. Also terrified.”

11. Jang Do-min

You’re carrying first aid supplies and wearing mismatched socks. Everyone assumes you’re just sweet and clumsy.Until a group of infected rushes in—and you instantly go feral.Do-min watches in awe as you dismantle two zombies with surgical precision and a table leg.

Do-min:"Where did you even learn to kill with a desk part?"

You (innocent): “I just kinda felt it.”

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐎𝐔𝐀𝐃

1. Lee Cheong-san

You:"Hey, can you watch my boyfriend for like an hour?"

Su-hyeok:"Sure, he’s harmless. Probably just gonna eat and vibe."

30 minutes later…

Su-hyeok:"He’s currently in a standoff with a pigeon outside 7-Eleven."

You:"What??"

Su-hyeok:"He said, and I quote, ‘That feathery bastard looked at me funny.’ Now he's throwing rice like it's a Pokémon battle. Come. Get. Him."

2. Yoon Gwi-nam

You:"Can you please watch my boyfriend while I run errands?"

Wu-jin:"Hell no."

You:"Just an hour!"

Wu-jin: "Ugh, fine. But I’m not bailing him out if he commits a felony."

10 minutes later…

Wu-jin:"He’s got a knife. I don’t know where it came from."

You:"WHAT KIND OF KNIFE"

Wu-jin:"A shiny one. He bit a guy for bumping into him. He smiled.I’m going home, figure it out."

3. Lee Su-hyeok

You:"Hey can you watch Su-hyeok for me?"

Cheong-san:"Sure, he's my guy. Easy."

An hour later…

Cheong-san:"So far he’s helped two elderly ladies cross the street, adopted a stray cat, and gave his lunch to a hungry kid."

You: "Aw, that’s sweet!"

Cheong-san:"No. No it’s not. He's too perfect. My self-esteem is in shambles. Come get Captain Korea."

4. Jang Wu-jin

You: "Watch my bf for a bit?"

Gyeong-su:"Yeah, he seems chill."

20 minutes later…

Gyeong-su:"He’s yelling at a raccoon outside the convenience store. He said it ‘disrespected his noodles.’"

You: "What is he doing now?"

Gyeong-su:"Squaring up. Like full-on fighting stance. I think the raccoon’s winning."

5.Han Gyeong-su

You:"Can you keep an eye on my boyfriend today?"

Joon-yeong:"Of course! I love Gyeong-su!"

30 minutes later…

Joon-yeong:"We found a baby bird. He named it ‘Chirpie’ and is now composing a lullaby while softly cradling it in his hoodie pocket."

You:"Cute?"

Joon-yeong:"He’s crying. I’m crying. We’re both emotionally invested in Chirpie’s life story."

6. Kim Cheol-soo

You: "Mind watching Cheol-soo for me?"

Hyung-seo:"Yeah sure, he's quiet anyway."

Ten minutes later…

Hyung-seo: "He just roasted a teacher so badly the man left the building. Not walked out—LEFT. Vanished."

You: "…What did he say?"

Hyung-seo: "He told him his breath smells like regret and his PowerPoints have no soul. I’m terrified. Come get your gremlin."

7. Lee Jin-su

You: "Can someone watch my boyfriend for a while?"

Myeong-hwan:"Meh. I guess."

Later…

Myeong-hwan:"He’s sitting in a dark room, mumbling to the shadows. I swear one of them moved."

You: "He's just dramatic."

Myeong-hwan:"No, he's possessed. I think he just named the shadow Greg.I’m out."

8. Oh Joon-yeong

You: "Can you watch my smart little bookworm of a bf?"

Do-min:"Sure. Probably going to read or organize stuff."

45 minutes later…

Do-min:"He re-organized my entire shelf. By trauma level. What does ‘books that hurt like a breakup’ mean???"

You:"That’s just how he copes."

Do-min: "He made me a color-coded chart and a playlist. Help."

9. Shin Hyung-seo

You:"Can you keep Hyung-seo company today?"

Cheong-san:"No prob."

20 minutes later…

Cheong-san:"We’re knee-deep in a philosophical conversation about zombie morality. He asked if the infected feel guilt."

You:"Deep thinker."

Cheong-san: "I asked for a hangout, not an existential crisis. He’s crying. I’m crying. Please retrieve your sad poet."

10. Son Myeong-hwan

You:"Hey can you watch my boyfriend for a bit?"

Su-hyeok:"Alright, what’s the worst that can happen?"

15 minutes later…

Su-hyeok:"He insulted three people, threatened a vending machine, and called a baby ‘weak.’"

You:"Did he at least smile?"

Su-hyeok:"Only when the vending machine spit out two sodas. It was unholy."

11. Jang Do-min

You:"Watch my bf, pls."

Wu-jin:"Sure. He seems quiet."

Later…

Wu-jin:"He solved a math problem that’s not even in the curriculum, accused the government of hiding zombie data, and built a conspiracy board with string."

You: Normal Tuesday."

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇

Ryohei Arisu

He finds out when you casually pay for both your meals—with a metal card that makes the waiter bow.

Arisu blinks. “Wait. That’s not just a credit card, is it?”

You just smirk. “Nope.”

He’s lowkey shook but not because you’re rich—because you never acted like it.

“You could’ve told me you were a secret heiress, you know.”

Then he laughs and pulls you close. “But I gotta admit… you being rich just makes you hotter.”

Daikichi Karube

Karube finds out when you pull up in a custom sports car and casually say, “My fourth favorite.”

He stops mid-beer sip. “What do you mean fourth?”

You hand him the keys. “Wanna drive it?”

He’s into it.

“Damn, babe. You mean I’ve been dating a billionaire baddie this whole time?”

He’s proud, too. “You being rich? Just means I gotta work harder to deserve you.”

Chota Segawa

Chota is gobsmacked.You tell him you own a company,and he just stares.

“You’re what?! A CEO?!”

He panics like he’s underdressed just talking to you. “Do I need a suit? Should I bow?!”

You laugh and kiss his forehead.

He eventually calms down and gets so soft about it.

“I don’t care how rich you are… you’re still my angel. And I’d love you even if we lived in a cardboard box.”

Tatta Kōdai

He’s incredibly humble and down-to-earth, so when he finds out, he’s overwhelmed.

“You’re… rich? Like really rich?”

You nod, and he gets so flustered. “Why… why are you with someone like me?"

You hug him and say, “Because I don’t care about money—I care about you.”

He tears up. “I’ll never let anyone treat you like a wallet. You’re my love, not a checkbook.”

Oki Yaba

Yaba smirks the moment he finds out. “So that’s why you smell like success.”

He loves a powerful woman, especially one that can outbid countries on rare art.

“Damn. All this time I thought I was the dangerous one.”

He definitely starts plotting how to protect you from gold diggers and snakes.

“You’re rich, hot, and mine. The world should be afraid.”

Sunato Banda

He stares silently when he finds out. Just one long look.

“…Interesting.”

Doesn’t flinch, doesn’t praise, doesn’t insult. Just tucks that info into his mental arsenal.

“I’ll guard you like a vault,” he finally says. “Rich or not, you’re mine. And no one touches what’s mine.”

Then walks off like a shadow—already planning who to eliminate for looking at you wrong.

Kyuma Ginji

Kyuma finds out and grins."Well damn, sugar mama. That explains the private concert tickets.”

He jokes, but deep down he’s impressed.

“You could’ve told me I was dating royalty. I’d have worn silk.”

He doesn’t care that you’re rich—he loves that you still dance barefoot in the rain.

“Money or not, I fell for your heart. The cash just makes our adventures sexier.”

Kuzuryu Keiichi

Kuzuryu doesn’t react much. You tell him, and he just nods.

“I suspected.”

You blink. “What?”

“Your shoes cost more than my law school.”

He respects your status but never treats you differently. “If anything, it makes sense. You carry yourself like someone born to lead.”

But he does subtly get more protective. Especially with people who might want to use you.

Takeru Danma (Hatter)

Hatter lives for drama. When you casually mention your family owns islands, he gasps theatrically.

“You’re a goddess! A queen! A deity among mortals!”

He throws himself on the couch like you just gave him a heart attack.

“Babe. Why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve taken your yacht to Venus!"

But truthfully? He’s madly in love with you—not the money. He just thinks the fantasy of it all is fabulous.

Niragi Suguru

Niragi hears it and just grins.

“So you’re loaded, huh? That’s hot.”

He’s impressed. Not because of the wealth, but because you never needed him—you chose him.

“You’ve got the world in your hands… and still picked a monster like me. I’m honored, babe.”

Also, he lowkey fantasizes about wrecking your mansion in very... unholy ways.

Aguni Morizono

Aguni takes it seriously. When he finds out, he goes quiet for a bit.

“You’re rich? As in target-rich?"

You nod. He steps into protection mode immediately.

“We’ll need better security. I don’t trust people.”

But he also gets soft.

“You’re strong. You’ve built an empire. And I’ll make damn sure no one tears it down.”

Takatora Samura (Last Boss)

You tell him you're rich and he doesn’t even blink.

“Of course you are. You have queen energy.”

He starts referring to you as “The Empress”and offers to be your royal bodyguard, advisor, and executioner.

He also paints dramatic, gothic portraits of you in fur and gold.

“You belong on a throne. And I’ll build it in blood if I have to.”

Shuntarō Chishiya

Chishiya gives you a long, unreadable stare.

“You’re rich? Huh.”

He’s calm, cool, and maybe a little smug.

“I always knew you were above average.”

He doesn’t care about the money at all. He loves how smart and powerful you are.

anyways if your reqs are open could you please do a “ang mutya ng section e” ff where keifer and jay-jay get together but yuri doesn’t know yet so he kisses (and other stuff if ykyk) her so keifer thinks she cheated and then keifer gets into a physical fight with yuri cuz we know how keifer gets when he’s jealous…..i really wanna see a heartbroken keifer but obviously the he finds out she didn’t cheat…and the rest is up to you and whatever you create i trust talented people like you and i know you won’t disappoint

thx sm 💕….

Shattered Trust, Mended Hearts

Genere:Angst, Fluff

Ship: Keifer X Jay-Jay

Wearing: misunderstood betrayal

Sorry if i publish this late I had some problems here to you I hope you like it!

The halls of Section E were buzzing with laughter and chatter, the usual energy that filled the classroom after hours. Keifer leaned against the doorframe, watching Jay-Jay as she animatedly spoke with Yuri. His stomach twisted in knots, a feeling of unease gnawing at him for reasons he couldn’t pinpoint. He pushed the thought away. Jay-Jay was his girlfriend, after all, and nothing seemed off... yet.

But then, out of nowhere, it happened.

Yuri—his best friend, the one person he trusted most—leaned in close to Jay-Jay, his lips brushing against her cheek in what seemed like a moment too lingering. Jay-Jay froze, her eyes wide, a look of surprise on her face. But before she could pull back or say anything, Keifer’s heart sunk. His breath caught in his throat as he watched the scene unfold, the unmistakable tension in the air between his girlfriend and his best friend. He could already feel the heat rising in his chest.

Anger. Hurt. Betrayal.

Without thinking, Keifer stormed forward, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “What the hell, Yuri?” he spat, his voice full of venom as he glared at the two of them.

Yuri straightened up, looking confused and defensive. “Keif, what are you—?”

“You kissed her,” Keifer growled, eyes burning with fury. “I saw it. What kind of joke is this?”

Jay-Jay stood frozen, her face pale, her hands trembling as she looked between the two men. “Keif, wait, it’s not what you think—”

But it was too late. Keifer's anger had clouded his judgment. He couldn't hear her; all he could see was Yuri with his lips on Jay-Jay. His best friend, the one person he thought would never cross that line. The thought of betrayal twisted inside him like a knife.

Without warning, Keifer’s fist flew toward Yuri’s face, landing a sharp blow to his jaw. The impact echoed through the classroom, and Yuri stumbled back, caught off guard. Blood welled up from his lip as he wiped it with the back of his hand, glaring at Keifer with equal fury.

“You think you can just kiss her and get away with it, huh?!” Keifer’s voice was rough, full of raw emotion. “What, you’ve been plotting behind my back this whole time?”

Yuri, no longer the calm and collected friend Keifer had always known, threw his own punch, the two of them clashing in a heated fight, fists flying and bodies crashing against the desks. It wasn’t just anger that fueled them; it was pain, betrayal, and confusion.

Meanwhile, Jay-Jay stood in the corner, her heart pounding as she tried to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling in her chest. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She hadn’t done anything to deserve this, but she couldn’t get a word in as the two men she cared about were locked in a vicious battle.

“Stop! Please, both of you!” Jay-Jay screamed, rushing forward, her hands trembling as she pushed them apart. “Keif, Yuri, stop! I didn’t cheat on you! I swear!”

Keifer’s chest heaved with heavy breaths, his eyes wild with disbelief. “Then why the hell did he kiss you?”

Jay-Jay’s eyes welled up with tears, her voice breaking as she spoke. “It wasn’t like that, Keif. It was a misunderstanding. Yuri didn’t mean anything by it! He was just... trying to comfort me. I didn’t want it, I swear!”

Yuri stood off to the side, his breathing ragged, his hands balled into fists. “I didn’t want to hurt you, Jay-Jay,” he said quietly, his gaze downcast. “It was just... the moment, you know? I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

Keifer looked between them, his anger still simmering but beginning to fade as the words sunk in. He had acted too quickly, jumping to conclusions without hearing both sides. He looked at Jay-Jay, her eyes filled with hurt, and his heart shattered.

“I'm sorry, Jay-Jay,” he whispered, his voice small. “I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have assumed. I trust you, I do. It’s just...” He paused, his own emotions tangled in a mess of confusion and regret. “I’m just so damn scared of losing you.”

Jay-Jay took a step toward him, her trembling hand reaching out to him. “Keif... I didn’t do anything. I swear. I don’t want anyone but you.” Her voice was soft but firm, her gaze locking with his. “Yuri’s my friend, and I know it looked bad, but that kiss—”

“It doesn’t matter,” Keifer cut in, his voice cracking with vulnerability. “I acted without thinking. I hurt you, and I’m sorry for that. Can you ever forgive me?”

Jay-Jay nodded, stepping into his arms, her face buried in his chest. Keifer wrapped his arms around her tightly, his heart slowly mending from the cracks his jealousy had caused. He breathed in her familiar scent, letting the warmth of her presence reassure him that they could fix this.

As for Yuri, he stood quietly in the background, watching the two of them, his heart heavy with guilt. He had never meant to cause this rift between his friends, but he understood that it would take time for things to heal. The bonds they shared—Keifer, Jay-Jay, and himself—were important, and he was willing to give them space to rebuild.

I loved "Closing time" sm🥹would you mind doing a part two(maybe where there's a movie-like confession, somehow angry, or under the rain, you know the drill🤭)? Or like, continue it, maybe create a serie🤭no I'm joking(I wouldn't mind tho👀).

Thank youuu again, especially because you were so fast to write it(and wrote it so well, I really enjoy the way you write🥹)

Have a good dayy!!

Closing Time (Part 2) Request

Genere: Fluff, spicy (not actually a smut)

I will probably make it a serie!

The bar had emptied, the last of the customers stumbling out, leaving the night heavy with the sound of rain pounding against the windows. The storm outside raged, a violent reminder of the night’s intensity. Inside, the air was thick with the quiet hum of the neon lights and the soft clinking of glasses as you wiped down the counter. Karube was across from you, leaning against the bar, arms crossed, watching you intently.

You couldn’t quite place it—this magnetic pull between you two. The way his dark eyes followed your every movement. The way his presence seemed to fill every inch of space in the room. You both knew it was there, this unspoken tension, but neither of you had fully acknowledged it until now. The rain outside mirrored the chaos inside your chest.

Karube broke the silence first, his voice low and smooth, just above the sound of the storm. "You know, it’s funny," he said, a half-smirk tugging at his lips. "When I first met you, I never thought you’d be the type to stick around after hours."

You glanced at him, your heart fluttering in your chest. "And what type do you think I am?" You asked, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. His gaze flickered to your lips, and you could feel the heat rising between you.

Karube pushed off the counter and took a step toward you. The warmth of his body was unmistakable, even though the room still carried a coolness from the rain outside. "I don’t know," he said, his voice darker now. "But you’ve definitely become someone who sticks around a little longer than expected."

Your pulse quickened as he closed the distance between you, his eyes never leaving yours. You could feel the heat of his body inching closer, the tension between you building with every breath you took. His fingers brushed against yours for the briefest of moments, sending a shiver down your spine.

You tilted your head up, catching his gaze. "Maybe I like it here." The words were bold, more confident than you felt, but you weren’t backing down now. Not when he was looking at you like that. Not when you could practically taste the electricity in the air.

A breathless chuckle left his lips, and before you could react, he reached up, fingers sliding into your hair, pulling you closer. His lips captured yours in an instant—rough and demanding, yet somehow still tender. The kiss was everything. Hot, desperate, and drenched in the kind of passion you hadn’t expected from him. His hands roamed over your body, pulling you even closer, until you could feel the hard lines of his chest against yours.

The sound of the rain beating against the windows only added to the intensity of the moment. It was like the storm outside mirrored what was happening between you, chaotic and all-consuming.

His lips moved from yours, trailing down the side of your neck, and you gasped as he sucked gently on the sensitive skin just below your ear. His breath was warm against your skin, and you could feel his body pressing against yours, every inch of him hard, eager. The rain continued its relentless assault against the glass, but all you could hear was the pounding of your own heart in your ears, his low grunts, and the soft moans that escaped your lips.

You tugged at the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him, to erase the space between you. His hands were already working at your waist, pulling you closer, his lips now trailing heated kisses along your collarbone, your jawline.

"God," Karube murmured between kisses, his voice rough with desire. "I’ve wanted this... wanted you... for so long." His words hit you like a shockwave, and you could feel yourself becoming lost in him.

The rain was louder now, the wind howling outside, but none of it mattered. Not when Karube's lips were on your neck, his hands tugging at your clothes, pulling you in until you were trapped between the counter and his chest.

You felt the heat between your legs growing, the friction of his body against yours sending waves of electricity through you. Your hands gripped his shoulders, desperate for some sort of anchor as you gasped for air, your chest rising and falling with each breath.

Karube pulled back for just a moment, his eyes dark with desire, and he whispered your name—soft, rough, like a promise. "Are you sure you want this?" His voice was hoarse, low, and filled with that raw need you could no longer ignore.

You didn’t hesitate. "Yes."

And that was all he needed.

His lips crashed back onto yours, hot and fierce, as if the storm outside couldn’t hold a candle to the one raging between you. The world outside the bar disappeared—the rain, the noise, even the storm itself—all that remained was Karube and the intense pull of your bodies colliding together.

I'd like to request a ff about Karube because there is a BIG lack of content about this man.

Karube x f!(or gn)reader, that is his collegue at the bar, and all the nights after closing(and the shifts together) led them to get to know each other better. So, she started to see often his friends and slowly started to hangout with the boys and became part of the group. And yk, passing time together and knowing each other better lead to feelings👀✨️

Also, if you'd like, you can do the kind of situation where he starts that "relationship" with his boss' wife because he thinks that reader doesn't see him as more than a friend/collegue and because of this "relationship", reader thinks that, too.(idk if he'd do that, you decide)😌

She's foreign, but has been in Tokyo for, at least, a couple of years? And she's not really experienced in romantic relationship, kind of a "loser" like Arisu and Chota, but independent and empathetic (I think you definitely noticed that I have NO idea how to request something!)

Thats it, I guess😭change what you want but pleaseeee give me content about this man( if YEARRRRRNINGGGG even better)😔✋🏻(if you can get a bot out of this, I will gladly accept it🤭)

Thank you, have a good day!😌

Closing Time

Don't worry I understand here your request I hope you like it

Karube X GN!Reader

Genere: Fluff

The scent of alcohol and grilled food lingered in the air as you wiped down the last table of the night. The bar was empty now, save for you and Karube, who was behind the counter, stacking glasses with a casual ease. The hum of the neon sign outside buzzed softly, a quiet backdrop to the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

"Man, I'm beat," Karube groaned, rolling his shoulders before leaning against the counter. His sharp eyes flicked toward you, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You hanging in there, or do I need to carry you home?"

You snorted, throwing the damp rag at him. "You wish."

He caught it effortlessly, laughing. It had become routine by now—these slow nights after closing, where the two of you lingered just a little longer than necessary. At first, you'd only been colleagues, two bartenders working side by side, exchanging idle conversation between customers. But as the shifts blurred together, as you spent more time at his side, the lines between coworkers and something more had started to blur.

And then there were his friends.

It had started small. A passing introduction to Arisu and Chota when they came by the bar, Karube slinging an arm around your shoulders and teasing, "This one's just as much of a hopeless nerd as you two."

At first, you'd been hesitant—an outsider, a foreigner in a country that had taken time to feel like home. But they were easy to be around. They accepted you without question, folding you into their late-night ramen runs, their lazy afternoons at the arcade. Soon enough, you weren’t just Karube’s coworker—you were part of them.

"Hey," Karube’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. He had moved closer, propping his elbows on the counter and watching you with a look you couldn't quite place. "You spacing out on me again?"

You sighed, leaning against the bar. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

You hesitated. About him, maybe. About how his stupid cocky grin made your heart trip over itself, about how the easy warmth of his presence had become your comfort. About how you'd never really been good at this—romance, love, whatever it was that made your chest tighten when he looked at you like that.

"Nothing important," you said instead, but Karube didn't look convinced.

He studied you for a moment, then, with an exaggerated groan, stretched his arms over his head. "You work too hard, you know that?" He shot you a teasing grin. "Maybe you need someone to take care of you."

The words made your stomach flip.

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it off. "And let me guess, you're volunteering?"

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, his smirk faded into something softer, something almost… serious. He reached out, ruffling your hair—something he'd been doing more and more lately.

"Maybe," he murmured.

Lee Cheong-san

Cheong-san always thought you were cool and confident, but he never expected this. The moment he steps through the massive gates and sees your mansion—because, let’s be real, this isn’t just a house—he stops in his tracks.


"Wait… this is your house? Babe, are you pranking me?"

He’s overwhelmed but tries to act normal. The whole time, his brain is short-circuiting as he walks past chandeliers, expensive artwork, and probably a butler greeting him. He stiffens up when he meets your family, suddenly very aware of his humble background. He’s polite, bows perfectly, and is terrified of saying the wrong thing.

Later, when it’s just the two of you, he collapses onto your ridiculously soft couch.


"I love you, but you should’ve warned me. I thought I was just coming over for dinner, not walking into a K-drama."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Yoon Gwi-nam

Gwi-nam is cocky, but even he is thrown off when he sees your mansion. He scoffs, shoving his hands in his pockets.


"Damn. You really should’ve told me you were a chaebol. Could’ve treated you like a princess from the start."

He pretends to be unimpressed, but his eyes keep darting around, taking in every little detail—the fancy cars, the staff, the sheer size of the place. When he meets your family, he somehow manages to be both charming and an asshole at the same time. He smirks at your parents but is very careful with his words, knowing he has to behave.

Later, he leans in with a smirk.
"So, rich girl… you ever thought about buying me a motorcycle?"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Lee Su-hyeok

Su-hyeok is shocked but keeps it together. He’s polite, bows properly to your family, and doesn’t let the wealth intimidate him—at least, not outwardly.


"Your house is… incredible. I wasn’t expecting this."


Inside, though, he’s a little nervous. He suddenly wonders if he should’ve dressed better or if your parents would see him as "not good enough." But when he sees that you’re comfortable with him, he relaxes. Later, he admits that he was overwhelmed at first, but he doesn’t care how rich you are—he just wants to be with you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Jang Wu-jin

Wu-jin whistles the second he steps inside.


"Holy shit, you live like this? Are you hiding some royal bloodline or something?"


He’s amazed but plays it cool, making jokes about getting lost in your house. When he meets your family, he’s polite and respectful, but his main concern is your siblings. If you have an overprotective sibling, he immediately starts trying to win them over. He jokes that if your family ever throws a fancy party, he wants an invite—just to see how rich people celebrate.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Han Gyeong-su

Gyeong-su’s jaw literally drops.


"Wait—WAIT. This is YOUR house? Are you kidding me?"


He runs around like an excited kid, admiring everything. He keeps whispering, "This is like a K-drama. Are you sure you’re not the heir to some chaebol group?" When he meets your family, he’s charming and respectful but so nervous. Later, he keeps bringing it up—“How did I not know you were secretly a billionaire?!” He might even jokingly ask if he can borrow money.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Kim Cheol-soo

Cheol-soo acts nonchalant, but he’s definitely surprised.


"Huh. Didn’t expect this. You don’t act rich."


He’s quiet, taking everything in, but you can tell he’s thinking about it. When he meets your family, he’s polite but a bit awkward, unsure of how to act around such wealth. Later, he asks you about it in private, curious about what it’s like growing up this rich. He might even tease you about it, calling you "rich kid" whenever you complain about anything.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Lee Jin-su

Jin-su is overwhelmed. He stares at everything, wide-eyed.


"You live here? This is like… a castle."


He’s a bit nervous meeting your family, feeling out of place. He wonders if he should be extra formal, and it takes him a while to relax. He later tells you he was afraid of breaking something because everything looks so expensive. But he thinks it’s cool and finds it kind of funny that you didn’t act like a rich kid at school.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Oh Joon-yeong

Joon-yeong is quietly freaking out. He’s normally composed, but he’s so shocked that he can’t hide it.


"I had no idea… I mean, you never really talked about this."


He’s extra careful about how he presents himself to your family, wanting to make a good impression. Later, he overthinks the whole thing, wondering if you two are from too different of worlds. He won’t say anything outright, but he’s a little insecure about whether he fits into your life.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Shin Hyung-seo

Hyung-seo is shocked but curious.


"Wow. This is insane. How did I not know?"


He asks you tons of questions—do you have secret rooms? Have you ever gotten lost in your house? What’s the most expensive thing you own? He tries to act normal when meeting your family, but he’s obviously fascinated by your lifestyle. Later, he admits that it’s a little intimidating, but he finds it cool.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Son Myeong-hwan

Myeong-hwan, the bully, immediately gets cocky.


"Damn. I knew you had something special about you. Didn’t know it was this."


He walks around like he owns the place, making himself comfortable way too fast. He flirts with you, calling you his "rich little prince/princess." When he meets your family, he’s respectful but has a smug edge. He loves the idea of dating someone rich, but if he genuinely cares about you, he’ll start to feel a bit insecure about whether he’s "worthy" of someone from such a background.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Jang Do-min

Do-min is shocked but doesn’t make a big deal out of it.


"Wow… this is incredible. I didn’t expect this at all."


Arisu Ryohei

Arisu blinks at you, completely caught off guard. He leans back slightly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Wait, what? You… you were a famous singer?"

You nod, a little amused at his reaction. Arisu rubs the back of his neck, clearly trying to process the information. He always thought he knew everything about you, but this? This was something else.

"I mean… that’s crazy. Why didn’t you tell me?"

He’s not mad, just genuinely surprised. A few minutes later, you catch him on his phone, looking up old performances. His eyes widen as he watches you on stage, your voice filling the room.

"Damn… You were incredible,"he murmurs, barely realizing he said it out loud. When you tease him about it, he quickly averts his gaze and mutters, "Shut up… It’s just weird seeing you like this."

But deep down, he's impressed.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Karube Daikichi

Karube whistles, his lips curling into a grin as he crosses his arms.

"So my girl was a superstar, huh? Should’ve figured. You got that whole… untouchable, goddess thing going on."

You roll your eyes, but he only smirks wider. Within minutes, he’s already digging through the internet, playing one of your old music videos on full blast.

"Damn, listen to that voice. That’s sexy as hell,"he says, looking you up and down like he’s seeing you in a new light.

He’s completely into it.From that moment on, he brags about it constantly. If someone so much as hums one of your old songs, he’s the first to go,

"Yeah, my girl used to own the damn stage. No big deal."

And he definitely starts asking for private concerts.

"Come on, babe. Just one song. For me?"

He’s relentless.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Chota Segawa

Chota’s mouth literally drops open, and his eyes turn into giant heart eyes,practically sparkling as he stares at you in pure awe.

"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. Are you SERIOUS?! My girlfriend was a famous singer?! That’s so COOL!!"

He’s literally bouncing on his feet, flailing his arms like an excited puppy. When you show him proof, he lets out a high-pitched squeal and nearly drops his phone.

"I-I’m dating a superstar! Oh my god—do you know how insane that is?! Do you realize how many people would KILL to be me right now?!"

He spends the next hour watching every video of you performing, absolutely starstruck. If you ever sing in front of him, even casually, he turns into a blushing, stammering mess.

"O-okay, you’re way too powerful. This isn’t fair."

And if he ever sees you in a glamorous outfit like the ones you used to wear on stage? He straight-up faints.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Tatta Kōdai

Tatta’s reaction is pure admiration. His eyes widen, and he leans forward.

"Wow… That’s amazing. You must’ve worked so hard to get there."

He’s not the type to fangirl, but you can see how much he respects you. He asks all the right questions—what it was like, if you miss it, if you were happy doing it.

"Did it make you feel free? Or was it more stressful?"

If there were bad memories tied to it, he immediately reassures you.

"Well, you don’t have to be that person anymore if you don’t want to. But… I’d love to hear you sing sometime."

And when you do? He smiles so warmly, so sincerely, it makes your heart ache.

"Your voice is beautiful."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Kuzuryu Keiichi

Kuzuryu takes a long sip of his tea, staring at you over the rim of his cup.

"I see."

That’s it. That’s his entire reaction.

But later, you catch him with his earbuds in, watching one of your old performances. His expression is unreadable, but you notice the way his fingers subtly tap against his leg—keeping time with the music.

"You had a strong stage presence," he finally says. "Commanding. I assume you were respected."

He doesn’t ask many questions, but if there’s any pain tied to your past, he will acknowledge it in his own way.

"If it was a burden… you don’t have to carry it alone."

And that means more than anything.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Oki Yaba

Yaba snorts.

"Tch. Yeah right. You? A famous singer? Prove it."

So you do. And his smirk drops.

"Oh… Shit."

He immediately gets quiet, eyes locked on the screen. He won’t admit it, but he’s kind of in awe. When the video ends, he clicks his tongue.

"Hmph. Guess I underestimated you."

From then on, he never directly compliments you, but if someone else talks about your career, he’ll be the first to go,

"Damn right she was the best. You should’ve seen the way she owned the stage."

But if you catch him listening to your songs in private? He will deny it to his grave.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Banda Sunato

Banda tilts his head, an unsettling smirk forming on his lips.

"Well, well. My little songbird had a past life, did she?"

He’s way too interested. Not just in the music—but the fame,the pressure, the inevitable fall from the spotlight.

"Tell me… did you love the stage, or did the stage love you?"

You can tell he’s already digging up information, analyzing every part of your past like a puzzle. But instead of mocking you, he finds it intriguing.

"You were once adored by millions… and now you belong to me. Interesting."

He’ll never let you forget it.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Chishiya Shuntaro

Chishiya raises an eyebrow.

"Huh. Didn’t expect that."

That’s all he says. But later, when you’re not looking, you definitely catch him watching your performances. His face is unreadable, but when you confront him, he just sips his drink and says,

"It’s not bad."

If you ever sing around him, he’ll act unimpressed—but the way he subtly turns to listen gives him away. And when he does compliment you? It’s low and casual.

"I see why they loved you."

But coming from him, that means everything.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Kyuma Ginji

Kyuma loves it. His grin stretches wide as he pulls you into his arms.

"So my goddess was once a star? Damn, that makes you even sexier."

He begs you to sing for him, probably playing his guitar while you do. Every performance turns into an intimate, soulful moment.

"The world may have had you once… but now, you belong to me."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Aguni Morizono

Aguni pauses.

"I see."

He doesn’t say much, but later, you find him listening to your old songs alone. If you bring it up, he simply shrugs.

"You were good."

But if anyone dares bring up your past in a negative way, he will shut it down instantly.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Niragi Suguru

Niragi bursts out laughing.

"No way. My girl? A pop star? That’s hilarious."

But when he actually looks into it, his laughter stops.

"Tch. So all those guys were obsessed with you, huh? Guess I’ll have to remind them who you belong to now."

He gets insanely possessive. And if you ever sing for him? His cocky smirk disappears as he watches you intently.

"....Sing that again."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Takeru "Hatter" Danma

Hatter’s reaction is instant fascination. His eyes widen, and then his signature smirk appears as he leans forward, resting his chin on his hand.

"A famous singer, huh? Now that is something I did not expect. My lovely, mesmerizing, dangerous songbird… the world must have been at your feet."

He’s thrilled by the idea. To him, it makes perfect sense—you have that rare, magnetic energy that naturally draws people in. He pictures you on stage, bathed in lights, captivating an entire crowd with nothing but your voice.

"It’s a damn shame I wasn’t there to see it."

Then, suddenly, his smirk deepens.

"Or maybe it’s for the best. If I had seen you back then, I wouldn’t have let anyone else have you."

Hatter loves the idea that his girlfriend was adored by millions, but he especially loves that, in the end, you belong to him.He’ll tease you about it constantly, throwing out lines like:

"Sing for me, my queen. Let me see the goddess they all worshipped."

And if you do?He sits back, utterly entranced, eyes dark with admiration. The moment you finish, he grins and murmurs,

"Dangerous. A voice like that could make a man fall to his knees."

Hatter revels in the knowledge that you were once a star. But now, he considers you his greatest treasure.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Samura "Last Boss" Takatora

The second you tell him, Last Boss freezes.His hands tighten around his katana as he stares at you, his one visible eye narrowing slightly.

"...A famous singer?"

His voice is unreadable. You can’t tell if he’s amused, curious, or something darker. But then, a slow, eerie smile stretches across his lips.

"So… you once stood under the spotlight. Letting the world consume you."

Unlike Hatter, he doesn’t romanticize the fame. He fixates on the weight of it—the way the world must have watched your every move, adored you, and maybe even hated you.

"Tell me… did it feel like a cage?"

There’s a strange intensity in his gaze, like he’s trying to see your past through your eyes. He loves that you had power over people, that your voice could command an entire crowd. But there’s something almost… possessive in the way he reacts.

"They must have wanted you. Desperate, obsessed… but they never really knew you, did they?"

If you ever sing for him, even casually, he goes silent.His usual unsettling grin fades, and he watches you intently,his breathing slightly heavier. When you finish, he licks his lips and mutters,

"...That voice. Dangerous."

He adores it. But the knowledge that the world once had access to you? That unsettles him. From now on, he makes it clear—

"Your voice… is for me now."