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Request: Can you write skz reacting to their significant other spending more time on the skzoo than with them?
Warnings: very dramatic reactions, a bit cringe but to be cringe is to be free, kidnap joke at hyunjin's, idol!au
A/n: I feel like I've already used this pic before | daily click
Bang Chan
Acts dramatic for the sake of it
"cant believe my own partner replaced me with an inanimate object :("
"are you ignoring me :("
"do you really prefer wolfchan :("
But he's doing all of that just to annoy you
He can't even say it with a straight face
In all honesty, he finds it cute
You're giving him cuteness aggression
Has thousands of photos of you cuddling your plushie to sleep
Finds it the sweetest thing ever
Lee Know
You were spending so long with your leebit
But now it suddenly disappeared
You've already searched your entire house
And still couldn't find it
I wonder what happened...
Anyways !
Now you've got no other option than to spend all your time with the real thing
Read: Lee Minho
And if you find leebit drowned in socks at his apartment later on?
No idea how that happened
But he's gonna disappear again lmao
Changbin
He's so dramatic about this
Sighing so loudly
Giving "my partner has left me" speeches
Will sit down on the other end of the sofa
Just looking and pouting
But the funniest part is that he refuses to admit he's being dramatic
That's a very reasonable reaction after all
You're the one who's underreacting the fact you prefer a plushie over your very strong very smart and very right there boyfriend
Hyunjin
You're ignoring him for the sake of a plushie ?
Oh that's fine
He's just gonna kidnap the skzoo
Hold it hostage and only release it after you do what he's demanding
(to cuddle him
for an hour
in the very least)
After the negotiations are done, he'll give you back the mini him
For now
Han
Also gets dramatic
Like, very
But he embraces it
Fake cries, threatens quokka and does everything in his power
At this point he even forgets that his sworn enemy (skzoo) is taking the love of his life (you) away from him
He's just tryna see how dramatic he can get
It's a challenge that no one dared him to do, but he still wants to win
Felix
One of the grief stages is bargain
So he'll bargain
He'll bake you brownies!
He'll let you win on mario kart!!
He'll give you a signed I.N photocard!!!
Just please pay attention to him đ
If it doesn't work out
Well
Let's see if you can stay paying attention at bokkari if Felix throws himself over you next
Seungmin
You can't answer because you're too busy with puppym?
That's fine
He can't answer you either
Dwaekki is calling him
He unironically would buy another skzoo and spend his time with it
Just to piss you off đ
The message he's trying to send is crystal clear
Eventually, you give up on the skzoo
And only then he'd throw his away
I.N
???
Why'd you even do that?đ
He'd understand it if he was on tour
And you missed him or something
That'd be really cute actually
But he's right there??
Why'd you prefer a plushie over your actual boyfriend??
He's not even annoyed or jealous or whatever
He's straight up judging you
Side eyeing you every time you get the skzoo lmao
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Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!
idk if it was intentional but i LOVE that it didn't escalate into an argument because feeling stressed about replying to someone is honestly really valid and i get it, on top of minho's work it would be really too much
Only you could make Ajax, a man raised in a family of fishermen, question the ethics of a practice he had done his whole life.
âDo you really have to boil it alive?â You peeked over his shoulder, watching as he tasted the seasoning in the boiling pot that loomed menacingly next to the tied lobster.Â
âIt's either that or killing it right before cooking it.â He explained casually, reaching for the peppercorn jar up on the shelf.
He seemed completely unfazed by the small movements of the squirming crustacean that took all your attention. You had eaten fish before. You had eaten lobster before. But you had never cooked lobster yourself, and seeing the brutal preparation made you suddenly feel very, very guilty.
âDoes it feel pain?â
Your boyfriend snorted at the absurd question, âof course it-â the sight of your furrowed brows and genuine worry in your eyes wiped the smile off his face as quickly as it appeared. âI mean, they donât have a nervous system as complex as ours⌠they barely feel anything,â he shrugged, his mind scrambling for any other excuse that could calm you down.Â
âYou just made that up, didnât you?â you deadpanned.
âDid not,â He pursed his lips defiantly. He covered the pot with a lid and leaned his hip on the counter to fully face you. âDo you want to eat or not?â He crossed his arms comfortably over his chest. âItâs boiling water, it will die instantly.â
âCanât you freeze it or something?â Your eyes drifted to the animal once again, the constant faint movements of its antennas making you uncomfortably aware of its sentience.
He followed your gaze, slightly puzzled by how you couldnât keep your eyes on him during the whole conversation. âIâm afraid freezing it would be a waste of time. It will only stun it and it will still feel everything.â
Your narrowed eyes snapped to him. âSo you admit it does feel pain?â
He let out a deep breath before suddenly clapping his hands together. âTell you what,â he deviated. âHow about we put down our dinner really quickly and really humanely?â He asked in a sunny voice in an attempt to defuse the situation before unsheathing the largest kitchen knife you have from the wooden block.
âThat thing??â You stared astounded at his âhumaneâ solution.
âI know how this looks,â he remarked, gently grabbing the lobster and turning it to his direction. âBut it's just going to be a peaceful stab, nothing crazy.â
He positioned the sharp point of the knife right at the top of its head, moving slightly as if he were looking for a sweet spot, but all you could think about was the body of the creature abruptly going limp on the cutting board.
âLike this,â he said, gripping the handle and using his other hand to hold the animal in place.
âWait,â you interjected. âI canât eat it,â you confessed nervously, your eyes watering from embarrassment.
His gaze turned to you, and he immediately dropped the knife. âHeyâ hey, itâs okay. You don't have to,â He reassured, his hands cupping your face. This was definitely not how he planned your date night to go. âWe can order takeout, whatever you want, yeah?â
âBut what about the lobster?â You sniffled.
â...What about it?â
âCan we keep it?â
He sucked in air through his teeth hesitantly. âI donât know if thatâs possibleâŚâ he started, and your face dropped even more like it was possible in the first place.
âAlright,â he gave in mindlessly. Heâs gonna have a hard time explaining this to his family in their next visit.
âReally?â
âYeah, anything you want.â
You jumped excitedly to kiss his face, âThank you, thank you, thank you!â
Congratulations! You now have a pet lobster. No need to worry about its complicated and expensive maintenance, for your boyfriendâs pockets are more than deep enough to cover it.
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Heâs staring at you, eyes blown wide open with shock. All traces of wanderers, or enemies forgotten as he hesitantly takes in a breath of your smell, pressing his lips firmly against your bare palm. Itâs as if Xavier gets high off your touch, because when you pull away, heâs panting ever so slightly, flushed a perfect pink. Over so soonâŚ?
Zayne
Heâs incredibly cautious. Well, not as much when you have your hand on his lips, body herding him against a wall, hiding from enemies. Zayneâs still semi-aware of his surroundings, but he canât help but curl his fingers around your wrist tenderly, pressing featherlight kisses into the heart of your palm. Heâll carry on softly until you pull away, the gentle touch of snowflakes.
Rafayel
The moment your hand clamps his mouth shut, Rafayelâs staring at you with aghast eyes. Why, donât you think he can shut up? Rude. Something warm and wet will lick up your palm, Rafayelâs lips ghosting over your bare skin as he proceeds to kiss your palm. Hot, heavy, filled with desire. Out of the sheer urge to see you squirm around⌠but heâs the one love-drunk, after awhile. Your fishie ainât someone to be messed with, know?
Sylus
Heâs staring at you with raised eyebrows, plainly amused. Kitten, do you really think you could hide a dragon? His arms snake around your waist as he pulls you closer, close enough that youâre literally just mounting him. Sylus presses hot kisses against your bare skin, nipping with the very edge of his fangs. Not enough to bleed, but definitely forceful enough to make you wince. Well, if you want to tame him, youâll have to deal with some unruliness, hm~
Caleb
He really has to bite down on his lip to prevent himself from laughing. Man, Pip-squeak. So very forward, huh? He prefers to be wined and dined first- while heâs very much concerned over your safety over everything else, heâs still leaning into your touch, sinking into its warmth. Sighing, staring at you with those rather puppy like eyes of his. Heâs content to let his breath waft over your skin, memorising every single hue of your scent so heâll be able to find you even if he lost every other scent- Heâs your guard dog, after all.
Warnings: curse words,
Pairings: Boyfriend!Jisung x Girlfriend!Reader; FiancĂŠ!Felix x FiancĂŠe!Reader; FiancĂŠ!Seungmin x FiancĂŠe!Reader; Boyfriend!Jeongin x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: You took off a ring your partner gave you. Where did you leave it?
Jisungđżď¸
"And even though I don't like raising my voice, I yelled at him because I'm not going to let him yell at me over something that wasn't even my fault!" you exclaimed as you pulled your hair into a high ponytail
"How rude of him"
"I know! It was awful. I wanted to punch him in the nose," you laughed a little as you took a sip of your boyfriend's coffee
"You donât need to hit anyone. Iâll do it for you," Jisung said, wiping his glasses.
"You wouldnât hurt a fly, Ji."
"You have no idea what Iâm capable of doing for my girlfriend!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide as saucers as he looked at you. You smiled, your hand resting on his waist.
âYouâd fall over before you even threw the first punch.â
âThat means he wonât be able to hit me either,â he winked exaggeratedly, making you giggle. You placed your hands on his chest and left a kiss on his neck.
âWe better not hit anyone. Violence gets us nowhere."
"The best thing we can do is for you to quit that job and come work as my assistant."
"You wouldnât do anything," Jisung placed his hands over yours and brought them to his mouth.
âItâs not my fault that I love you so much.â
âTheyâd fire me the very next day.â
âIâd hire you back.â
âThatâs not how it works, Ji,â you laughed.
You were so engrossed in the conversation and laughing that you didnât notice when your boyfriend stopped paying attention and started staring at your hands, which were in his.
"I don't think Chan and Minho would want to see you not learning the choreography just because you're with me."
"And your ring?" he blurted out. His face showed confusion, and his eyes darted from one finger to the next.
"Huh?" you asked, confused, your eyes wide. "My ring? What ring?"
"The one I gave you," he raised an eyebrow and his voice rose slightly.
"Oh!" Your face lit up. You moved away from Jisung just enough and searched through your lunchbox. âI was eating and got sauce on my hand. I had to take it off to wash it, and since they called an urgent meeting, I didnât have a chance to finish everything, so I put it in here.â
As you spoke, you took out the ring, walked to the sink, and after washing your hands, slipped it onto your finger. âAll setâ
"You scared me," Jisung said. "I thought that was your way of breaking up with me."
"Why would I break up with you?" Jisung shrugged, his round eyes fixed on you and his cheeks slightly puffed out. "Honey, you're staying with me."
"I like that idea," Jisung smiled. "Donât ever take the ring off again, okay?" He took your hand and kissed it. "It hurt to see you without it."
"Even if it gets dirty?"
"Even if it gets dirty. Donât take it off.â
âOkay.â You planted a kiss on his lips.
âGood. That way people wonât think youâre single.â
âMaybe thatâs why Jinhyunk came up to me at work today?â You recalled.
"That jerk did what?"
"NOTHING! Nothing happened, I ignored him as soon as he started talking. Trust me." You kissed him once more. "How about we watch Transit Love while we cuddle?"
"Sounds like a good idea." Jisung grabbed his coffee. "Tell that jerk that if he comes near you again, heâll have me to deal with."
FelixđĽ
Everyone was laughing; they were celebrating another successful comeback by Stray Kids. The boys, their families, and their partners. Felix hadnât noticed at firstâit was Jeongin who pointed out that your engagement ring was missing.
âHey,â the maknae called out to Felix. âIs everything okay between you two?â He gestured with his head between you and him.
âEverythingâs fine. Why?â
âItâs just that Y/N isnât wearing her ring.â
From that moment on, Felix couldnât take his eyes off your hand.
You were laughing with his mom and Changbinâs girlfriend; your lively expressions made the two women laugh and chime in with their own comments to keep the conversation going.
However, his eyes kept drifting to your hands.
Eventually, you went to the bar where they had snacks and drinks. No one was there, and the music from the new album played in the distance.
Felix followed you.
âJagi, are you okay?â He planted a kiss on your forehead.
âYes, Iâm fine. Donât worry.â You turned around and kissed his chin. âDo you want something to eat? Or would you prefer a drink?"
"Either one, sweetheart." His Australian accent became more pronounced; every time Felix spoke, you couldnât help but blush. "Shall we go shopping tomorrow?"
"What are we going to buy?" You furrowed your brow slightly
"Whatever you want," he said, his hand sliding down to your waist. "If you want, we can buy a new ring?"
"Honey, I don't need rings," you laughed. "I don't need any of that."
âAre you sure?â
âOf course,â you looked at him. âWhatâs wrong?â you asked, your hands on his arms, caressing him. âWhatâs the matter?â
âDo you like the engagement ring I picked out?â
âHoney, I love itâ Your answer was immediate, but your reaction to his question was one of confusion. âWhy do you think I don't?â
"You're not wearing it right now."
You looked at your left hand and laughed. "You're so sweet, you know that?"
Now Felix was confused.
"We won a free dinner from Minji, thanks to you."
"What do you mean, we won a dinner?"
"Minji said you wouldn't notice whether or not I was wearing the ring. I said you would notice. Whoever lost had to buy the other one dinner."
Felix started laughing. "And the ring?"
You looked under the collar of your shirt for a necklace; the ring was hanging there.
"I never actually stopped wearing it."
"I was scared, thinking you didnât like it."
"I loved it, Lixie," you said, slipping the ring back onto your finger. "Come on, letâs tell Minji she owes us a dinner."
Seungminđś
"Thank you so much for seeing us. We know things are a little busy right now," Seungmin said with a small smile.
"You're welcome. We'd love to help you decorate for your special day," the woman smiled. "Could you tell us roughly what you have in mind?
"We want some light-colored bouquets; we donât have a specific color in mind yet."
"Sure!" the woman smiled. "Come on, follow me." Meanwhile, you were enchanted by all the flowers; you grabbed Seungminâs arm and let out a little squeal. You were excited.
"Very few grooms are this interested in the details; usually, they let the woman choose. Your fiancĂŠe is very lucky." They both smiled. "The good thing, sir, is that you also have the opinion of your friend here." Seungmin and you froze.
"Oh, no. Sheâs the bride.â
âOh! Iâm so sorry.â The older lady bowed. âIâm so sorry. I just didnât see a ring on you; I thought you were just a friend.â
You looked at your bare hand.
"Well, before I came over, I was cleaning the house. I took off my ring so it wouldn't get damaged."
"I see. I'm sorry again... Let me help you."
_ _ _ _
âCome on, Seungmin, itâs not like I left the ring at home on purpose.â
âI get that. But the flower lady didnât; she said I was your friend. Thatâs why you need to wear your ring.â Seungmin squeezed your thigh a little; his other hand was on the steering wheel. âThat way, anyone could think the same thing, and the guys will want to make their move.â
âI wonât let anyone make a move on me, Min.â
"Youâll have to write âKim Seungminâ on your forehead," you laughed.
"We still have other places to go, honey. I don't think they'll take us seriously if they see your name on my forehead."
"Come on, I think I have a marker around here."
"Seungmin," You laughed, taking his hand. "How about you buy me one of those ring-shaped candies instead? That one looks way bigger."
"I still think my name is the better choice, but that works too."
"Stubborn"
"Next time, don't leave your ring at home." he takes your hand and kisses it. "If you do, I'll have to write 'Kim Seungmin' on your finger."
JeonginđŚ
"Jagi, are you ready?" You heard your boyfriend, Jeongin's, voice. He was waiting for you to go out on a date.
"Yena, have you seen my ring?" you asked, peeking your head out the bedroom door.
"What ring?"
"The one you gave me when we started dating?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Did you lose it?"
"NO!" you exclaimed. "I just don't know where it is."
"In other words, you lost it."
"NO, I DIDN'T!"
"When was the last time you were wearing it?"
"This morning!"
"Why did you take it off?"
"I took it off because I was going to... THE KITCHEN!" You left the room and went to the kitchen, Jeongin following you
"It was here... Then I came over here... I looked here"
"What are you doing?" You raised your index finger, silently asking him to wait a second
You opened the fridge and right in front of you was the ring. "AHA!" you laughed, putting it on.
"I found it," you showed your hand.
"Why did you have the ring in the fridge?"
"I was cooking and took it off, but then I felt like drinking some water. I had a lot of things in my hands and left the ring inside. Then I forgot to take it out."
"Jagiâ"
"Come on, we'll be late for the movie," you said, planting a kiss on his lips. You turned around, grabbed your bag, and left the apartment.
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Synopsys: since Stray Kids has been showing you in content after your relationship has been revealed on TikTok, you take over their bubbles.
Part 3 of this unintentional series: TikTok Trends That Reveal Your Relationship and You Appear in SKZ Content
I know this looks kinda weird, but I had this idea and there was no going back lol.
Lemme know watcha think!!!!
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Tuesday, 10:54 PM
heyaaa STAYY
This is your mother speaking
hehe
I stole his phone
WOW this bubble thing is fun eh?
Where is Channie?
đŤ đŤ đŤ
he's taking a shower
SEND A PIC OF HIM?????
:)))))))))))))))))))))))
NOPE
I don't think that's allowed hehe
ooooopsie
manager nim is calling his phone đŤ˘đŤ˘đŤ˘đŤ˘đŤ˘đŤ˘đŤ˘
gotta go now I guess
I WILL BE BACK
Friday, 7:40 AM
YOUR MOTHER IS HERE TO BLESS YOU WITH DERPY CHANNIE
gnab?
this is not gnab tho????
is it?
ahahahahahaha
he's gonna flip me out for posting this
he kinda hated this pic when i took it
but he looks soooooooooo cuteeeeee
it would be illegal to gatekeep
asahdaffufoegg
CAN'T BELIEVE SHE SENT YOU THAT PIC HAHAHAHAHA
I LOOK STOOPID
i love her tho she's funny i guess
LATERZ
gotta kiss the wifey haha
Monday, 9:35 AM
STAYYYYY
CHANNIE IS BANNED FROM EVER SENDING YOU SHIRTLESS PHOTOS
I'm gatekeeping them from now on
anyways, wanna see him at the gym???
we're here
I'M A GIRL'S GIRL GUYS IMMA SEND VIDEOS
WITH THE SOUND ON THIS TIME AROUND
hehehehehe
he's on the stairmaster
cause i'm on it
and he wants to be close
he's clingy af but we love him đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°
where are the videos?
what videos?
RAGEBAIT QUEEN?
awe you're actually saying we're a good match haha
are you calling the two of us liars????
hehehehe
Tuesday, 3:45 AM
guys
guys
look at Channie
YES YOUR GIRLY IS BACK
BUT WE'RE NOT HERE FOR THAT
LOOK AT CHANNIE
Can you please watch over him while I do adult things?
Thank youuuu!!!!!
ꪜęŤęŤ áęŞęŞŽá
Monday, 4:12 PM
what is this???????
EXACTLY, IT'S A BUBBLE TAKEOVER!!!!!!!
heya
this is lee know's loml speaking
HAN JISUNG????
I'M NOT HAN JISUNG
ASK ME ANYTHING
did we actually go eat with the money from the street interview????
of course
we had samgyeopsal
nothing fancy!!!!!
minho grills the best meat tho
HOW'S HIS MEAT????????
what does that even mean??????
jeez you guys are A LOT
owe he's back
byeeeeeee
it was nice talking to youuuuu
Sunday, 2:11 PM
so I found out about my girlfriend sending this picture from the internet
I saw it online
people were sending it on FANS
and I had no idea where it came from
please don't encourage this kind of behavior
you want to see the cats?
i'm pretty sure she has better pictures of them than me
Saturday, 8:07 PM
STAYYYYY
I'm here at the concert
I have freebies
come find meeee!!!!!
not telling you which section I am in tho
oooooh I see someone in front of me reading these messages
hahaha
turn around
the freebies are signed as well
stop looking around, watch the showw!!!!!!
Monday, 4:18 PM
this is the guy you all stan btw
his brain works differently i swear
he's handsome
but troubled
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Friday, 1:12 AM
don't be fooled, he looks like a pro but he SUCKS at pool
there's money on the table as well
who is this????
it's his girlfriend
yaaaassss, he looks good hehe
oi, I think he's mad
he's pouty :(((((((
i'll go cheer him up
byeeeeeeeeee
Friday, 4:48PM
so we've seen that you've been wondering online about what music do I listen to, considering you would trust me with the aux
and the big boy himself let me take over bubble again to send you song recs
so i will send you three songs
listen to them if you would like to
honest - baby keem
mayonaka no door - miki matsubara
and
drumroll
ULTRA - Changbin
thank you for coming to my ted talk đŤĄ
Thursday, 7:22 PM
he's a soft boy
GREENEST FLAG ON EARTH INDEED
can I tell you something
girl to girl
i think wearing glasses without lenses is an ick
but because it's him
I'm okay with it
Tuesday, 8:55 PM
guys
does anyone want my boyfriend?
i can't with him anymore
he wrecks me so hard at the gym
makes all my muscles hurt
:((((((
i can barely walk up the stairs
NOT LIKE THAT YOU FREAKS
HE WORKS ME OUT REAL HARD
STOP THAT
OMG
THE PR DEPARTMENT IS CALLING???????
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Wednesday, 4:02 PM
Hello
Today is Hyunjinnie appreciation day
Please give me a lot of compliments!!!!
I sound different?
Hehehe
It's because it's not me
This is y/n
Hyunjinnie's muse
But you should still give him lots of compliments today and all the days
Show him a lot of love
I heard he's going on FANS soon
Shower him with your nicest thoughts
I'll be back soon!!!
Thursday, 9:00 AM
This is y/n
Because you've been so nice to my little dumpling
I come bearing gifts
Here
A pic I took at one of the concerts I attended
Hehe you were sitting next to me?
Did I look good?
STAAAAAPH
I don't deserve such compliments
I'll come by later
Byeeeee
Saturday, 3:56 PM
I feel like I have to tell you guys this
I believe Kkami is the single creature on this planet not affected by Hyunjinnie's beauty
He a savage
He truly hates him
Always frowning and growling at him
This is actually really funny
When we sleep over at his parents' house
Kkami only sleeps on my side of the bed
And looks at Hyune like he murdered his entire family
Pic or it didn't happen?
I'll try to send one later
Now the babies are sleeping
They must not be disturbed
Tuesday, 10:30 PM
New Hyunjinnie pic just dropped!!!!!
Everyone say Thank you y/n
Wow you're really doing it lol
You are very welcome
I will be here forever to feed you guys with the content you deserve
YESSSS HYUNJINNIE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING WITH CURLY HAIR WE BEEN KNEW
but isn't he adorable? with that big smile?
he sure is!!!
Love my Hyune
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Monday, 11:59 AM
HELLO BABY QUOKKAS
THIS IS YOUR MOTHER QUOKKA SPEAKING
Han Jisung's biggest fan
I got on here to tell you that Hammie gives the best cuddles
and that he's the best rapper ever
and the cutest little babygirl you'll ever meet
Why the praise wave?
Because he deserves it
Today little quokka was a bit down
he's overworked and overwhelmed
so we must say a million good things about him
Wednesday, 10:30 PM
GUYSGUYSGUYS
I MET A QUOKKA IRL
LOOK
he's 3 apples tall
does he look mad?
i swear he's not
he's just trying hard to convince me to get his radioactive drink
it's green apple soda lol
was this a topic of conversation online?
well don't worry, I'm here to debunk all the confusion
Sunday, 3:21 AM
I'm looking for volunteers
to meet in Seongnae-dong near JYPE headquarters
in 15 minutes
we break in
i have Hammie's entry code
and we upload all the hanpop on Spotify
who's in???????
I HAN JISUNG WAS TOLD TO DISCLOSE THAT MY GIRLFRIEND IS JOKING HERE, SHE DOES NOT KNOW MY ENTRY CODE TO THE COMPANY BUILDING AND NO ONE IS BREAKING INTO THE OFFICE!!!!!!
i do, in fact know the code
BABE DON'T SAY THAT I'LL GET SCOLDED
fine, jypapi, I don't know the code
there
also, I'm holding Hammie hostage until he's allowed to show off his tattoos!!!!!
BABE YOU CAN'T SAY THAT EITHER
you're no fun, Jisungie
:(((((((
NOOOO DON'T POUT I LOVE YOU MY LITTLE QUOKKA YOU'RE MUCH FUN I SWEAR
(: (: (:
I am, in fact, much fun
Friday, 9:05 PM
close the gyms
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
THE JARMS ARE dkjqwphgqrogiuhepihg
I'll be passing away as of right now
11:35 PM
that was my girlfriend
i think she's in love with me 𼰠đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°
she was at the concert
she did survive, barely
hehe
yes, her chrashout is absolutely valid
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Wednesday, 2:32 AM
Heeeello STAY
I'm finally reunited with Lixie
and he's playing league
who's this???
oh yeah, forgot to tell you
It's Sunny!
Lixie is very good at league
He's playing with Seungmin
They're very loud hehe
I'll take a video
But they will have to agree to send it
Hope your day was lovely!!!!
Sleep well hehe
Tuesday, 12:43 PM
i brought him chocolate from Australia
how does he look so pretty even while eating?
oh yeah, it's Sunny again!!!
I should have censored the chest???
You are so right!!!!
I guess I'll keep feeding you more Lixie chest content
buh byeeeee
Thursday, 11:00 PM
I want to thank the girlie who gave me water at the concert today!!!!!
You were sooo sweet
I will try to find you on twitter so I can send you some stuff as a thank you!!!!
Lixie said you could have some items from his partnerships
he's grateful that you helped me too!!!!!
STAY is so kind
Friday, 9:50 PM
I took this behind-the-scenes shot at one of his LV photoshoots
thought STAY would like it a lot
he's smiling so brightly
it makes me happy to see him like this
hope it makes you happy too!!!!
you're his source of happiness, I hope you know that!!!!!
and I hope he can be yours too
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Monday, 7:35 AM
I like being Manhandled by my Changbin Hyung
lol
THAT WAS MY GIRLFRIEND SHE STOLE MY PHONE
I DO NOT LIKE BEING MANHANDLED BY CHANGBIN HYUNG
what do you mean "boy, I know what you are"???????
Wednesday, 1:27 PM
patience guys, he's about to form a thought
xddddddd
Yes, this is Chan
naur, far out
:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
that was a good Chan impression huh?
It's actually y/n
I'm testing his patience
he's not the only one loving being manhandled in this relationship
ONCE AGAIN I DON'T LIKE BEING MANHANDLED
Sunday, 10:02 PM
Guys I don't think listening to Seungmin's high note in Cover Me is enough anymore
I need that shit inserted in my veins
LOL BUBBLE ALLOWED ME TO SAY SHIT HELLO??????
Apparently, Seungmin installed a jailbreak on his phone in order to be able to curse on Bubble
what a loser
and he never cursed in text before
he cheats even on bubble
absolute cinema
Tuesday, 6:15 AM
I'm putting this Seungpic back on the timeline
we don't talk about him in this pic enough
I want this used as a wallpaper in my casket so I can rest peacefully
yes, I'm just as down bad as you guys
he ain't a puppy here, bro, he a dawg
i'll bark for him, no joke
mong mong
MY GIRLFRIEND IS CLINICALLY INSANE
what do you mean "down boy, you like it like that"?????????
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Sunday, 7:21 PM
Baguette hayyyy
It's not bread hayyyy, because this is not Jeonginnie
It's y/n!!!!
I thought it would be funny to take over his bubble today
he said he doesn't mind
he's showeling down his sushi right now hehe
it's all you can eat so he will be doing some damage
he's the cutest I swear
oooo mango maki, it's my time to shine
i'll come again
baguette byeeeeeee
Thursday, 5:23 PM
Baguette haaaaay
Jeonginnie is a little shy
So he asked me to send you a picture
he looks very pretty, but his top is quite revealing
please shower him in compliments, okay?
he worked his body out really hard so you would like it
i'll come again
baguette byeeeeeee
Wednesday, 7:30 AM
Baguette haaaaay
since you asked for it nicely
today's outfit is
black miniskirt
a plaid flannel
a black blazer
and knee high boots
the jewelry is the same, always
the daisy pieces from Damiani
okie, I gotta go
baguette byeeeee
Saturday, 11:23 PM
baguette haaaaay
dropping in to send you a silly Jeoinginnie
he took me out on a date because it's our anniversary
he is dorky, but such a gentleman
give him lots of love hehe
thank you for the well wishes!!!!!
I'll come again
Baguette byeeeeee
okay wait that was sooo adorable like HKHSJSHSJHSJSHSJSJ omg this is so cute I'll be daydreaming good before going to sleep ehehehehhee ty for the delicious meal
More Bakugou meeting his future self, please! And mayhaps some other characters meeting their future selves at some point too đ
Also I absolutely love your writing!! Keep up the amazing work!!!
Bakugou meeting his future self Part 2
part 1
Katsuki whoâs forced to endure this all day long, listening to everyone talk about how amazing he is. While completely ignoring him. What's worse is that heâd been paying a LOT more attention to you since seeing the older versionâs phone. Well what's so bad about that? Youâve been staring at the older him with this look of pure adoration all damn day. He swears you couldnât get any closer to âheart eyesâ if you tried.Â
Katsuki who stays behind at the end of the school day, wanting to talk to his future self before he heads back over to the commission to wait out the effects of the quirk. His future self ends up starting the conversation. âSo, have you noticed it yet?â ânoticed what?â he gets an eye roll in response. âDonât be fuckin dumbâ âyeah well I noticed she seems to like you a whole lot.â He was very unprepared for the smack on the back of his head. Which only seemed to add to the upset feelings this conversation was creating.Â
Katsuki whoâs struggling to hold himself back from attacking his older self. He knows itâs stupid and that heâs just being insecure, but he canât help but feel inferior to the man. âFor what itâs worth, kid, Sheâs been making those same eyes at you all day.â and that shakes him out of his thoughts real fast. The older man chuckles a little before continuing on. âJust stop being such a dick all the time, She likes you, she said I was just a bit too intimidating.â He can feel himself letting out a breath of relief.Â
Katsuki who finds himself asking more questions, taking up all the time the older man has. âDoes the resentment go away?â âWith time, and with work.â âDo I actually become a hero?â he receives another smack for that one. With a âStop getting so in your head, would ya.â and he supposes heâs right. It eases some of the voices in his head, makes it just a little quieter.Â
Katsuki who hadnât been there when the quirk wore off. But he finds out from Jeanist that very next night. And heâs handed a letter, one left from himself. Itâs short, straight to the point. And a little intimidating if he was being honest. He wasnât one for feelings. Hell, he hadnât even realised he had a crush on you until his future self pointed it out. What did the note say? Nothing crazy just âask her out sometime before summer break, youâll know whenâ and heâs so confused because what the fuck does that even mean?
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Pairing: Hyung line x reader (separate)
Word count: 530~
Warnings: mentions of cheating, crying, swearing, idk dude someone teach me how to write warnings
Summary: Voicemails the boys send you after an argument where they accused you of cheating on them
Parts: Hyung line Maknae line
CHAN
"Hey love...
I- I am so- so fucking sorry. I justâ I should never have accused you of cheating on me, Iâ [voice breaks, lets out a sigh]. It's justâ everyday I see how much you go through to be with me. The late night schedules, me going on tours, not being to go out in public like normal peopleâ I'm never there for you. I feel you give and give and I don't offer anything back and it's just a matter of time before you realise that and just give up on me. I wouldn't blame you. But my own insecurities aren't a reason for me to doubt you and I'm so sorry for that. Just- just let me know your okay yeah? Just one text? I know i don't deserve it but please. I love you baby."
LEE KNOW
"Jagi? Uhm I made dinner even though it's way past dinner time. I justâ I don't know why i did that. Maybeâ ugh i don't know. I hate knowing you're out there upset and hurt and I hate knowing i'm reason. Even the cats are mad at me, they went and curled up in the corner of the closet, next to your clothes. They miss you even though it's only been a few hours. Iâ I miss you. I guess what I'm trying to say is, i'm sorry. I was a jealous prick and I just took it out on you and Iâ [you hear the sound of him sitting down] I never should have done that. Please jagi, come home? Yell at me, hit me whatever, just please come home? I'm so fucking sorry."
CHANGBIN
"Hey bunny. I know i'm probably the last person you want to hear from right now but I just wanted to say i'm sorry. I was so out of line and I justâ I want you to know, I never meant any of it. Not one word. I don't think you would ever cheat on me and i'm so sorry for making it seem like that i didn't trust you. I trust you more than anyone bun, more than myself. What i said was so out of pocket and I regret every word. I hate thinking that I hurt you, i never want to do that. Please just text me once? I justâ Let me apologise in person once? I'll give you all the space you need but i just, I need you to know that I love you so so much and I am nothing without you. Please don't let my stupid temper be the reason I lose you?"
HYUNJIN
My love, where are you? Please pick up my calls? I'm really worried, just send me a text knowing you're somewhere safe? I get if you don't want to be near me tonight, i'll go to the dorms and you can sleep here yeah? I just don't want you to be out in the cold all alone. We're going to work through this okay? I know i'm an idiot for even thinking about you cheating. You, the person who's always there for me andâ (his voice breaks) I just- I'm sorry my darling. Please just come home, let me apologise properly? please?
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Iâm gonna kill (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) someone else (remembers murder is bad) on accident (realizes itâs not an accident if I say Iâm gonna do it) and I know because Iâm from the future (remembers lying is bad) no Iâm not (feels guilty) Iâm so so sorry (remembers actions speak louder than words) (does a backflip)
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summary: stays always talk about how chan is secretly their oomf on twitter, but they never stop to think that a memberâs secret girlfriend could also be their oomfÂ
a/n: happy april fools!!! this is my first april fools as a stay/kpop fan so im just learning about the april fools tradition that idol fansites do (they post photos that theyâve taken of idols who they usually do not post about) and it inspired this bonus april fools fic! also @astrayapple gave me the idea of making this while i was crashing out in her dms about these never before seen pics lol so everyone say thank you apple! and tysm for reading!! also if you go to part one you can see how readerâs profile changed if you want to see the difference haha
caleb and nonMC!reader in an loveless arranged marriage, where he's secretly in hopeless love with her
warnings. angst fest, eventual fluff, failing marriages, misunderstandings, suggestive content, jealousy, stalking/following, caleb getting rejected, reader in denial, feelings are hard
preview. "Why wouldn't I be romantic? I'm your husband." He's been doing that lately--dropping lines like that out of nowhere, like they're nothing. Somehow always when you're least prepared for it, and always with a lopsided grin that tells you he's either completely oblivious or knows exactly what he's doing. You're willing to bet on the latter.
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Your husband does not love you. He doesnât love anyone except for one, and it is not you.
You used to like romance. Youâd fantasize about who your beloved forever would be in your room, kicking your feet childishly at the thought of someone loving you so purely. So innocently. You wondered what kind of person theyâd be, what kinds of foods theyâd like, what their family is like. You wondered which holiday would be their favorite, whether theyâd want children, whether theyâd have a time-consuming job. But really, none of it mattered, because you only wanted someone by your side.
So when you were told youâd be put into an arranged marriage, you tried to be hopeful. An embarrassing, pathetic hope that maybe this man could love you the way men love in books and movies if you tried hard enough.
Caleb Xia is not a loving person. You realized this the moment he stepped into the room with cold, lifeless eyes that seemed to stare straight through you as if the wall was worth more than your presence. Heâd smiled, but it felt stiff. Awkward. But youâre sure yours was the same.
Still, his eyes were beautiful. Your hope flickered like a small stubborn flame in your chest that you wanted to guard against the blizzard. The marriage was simple. You showed up to the courthouse in a knee-length white dress, constantly adjusting at the pearls around your neck anxiously while he signed the papers. Once he was done, heâd simply slid it over to you, evidently avoiding your eyes.Â
âAre you sure?â youâd asked meekly, as if speaking any louder than a whisper would shatter your heart. You werenât sure if you were asking him or yourself. Not that it mattered, much.
He spared you a soft smile. Pity, maybe, with how his eyes remained empty, but you took it anyway.Â
A starved man does not beg for more. The flame remained.
The only reason he married you was because MC had gotten married to another childhood friend of theirs. When he mentioned it, you thought nothing of it at first. But when the only photo heâd put up throughout your entire house was one of him and her as children, while your awkwardly situated courthouse picture sat beside it, you knew. He didnât stop to stare at your photo, ever. Not any of the photos. Only hers.
The final blow to the puny flame remaining in your heart was when youâd finally initiated physical contact. To perform the marital duty, heâd hovered above you in just his pants while you stared up at him in your thin pajamas that did little to hide what was beneath it. There was no setting the mood. The air was cold, the room dull because only your half had any semblance of effort that had gone into decorating it. When he kissed you, it felt more like his lips were simply touching yours gently. Almost tapping it.Â
It felt like nothing.
This was not romantic at all.
âAre you okay? Is this okay?â he asked, pulling back with a furrow in his browsâprobably because you were lying lifelessly while holding your breath. You wondered how he could ask something so softly when his eyes remained so muted. Maybe not softly. Maybe just quiet.
âItâs okay.â You wanted to curl up and go to sleep, but he was the only semblance of warmth in the freezing room.
But when his hand slid up your shirt, resting atop of your stomach, you stopped breathing again. He stopped as well. Your gazes met silently, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. A dull, slow stop. And then suddenly, he was off you, clambering to pull his shirt back on as you sat up in confusion, eyes wide.
âI canât,â he muttered. âIâm sorry.â
The flame went out.
Were you really so distasteful? So disgusting that he didnât want to lay his hands on his own wife? Or was it that you were just too different from her? Should you be offended? Are you even offended? Relieved? Hurt?Â
Does it even matter?
Once you were sure heâs gone, you cried yourself to sleep.
The next few years are a blur that you wish had somehow gone even faster. The days are a bore. Heâs away for weeksâmaybe even monthsâat a time. In those periods of time, the house feels like a maze not meant for only one person. At the same time, maybe itâs better heâs away.
Caleb Xia is not a mean person. On paper, heâs a decent husband. He cleans, cooks, and never complains if you ask him to do something. He smiles, nods, and goes on his way. Yet, it feels more like a vaguely close roommate than a husband. The two of you eat in silence, watch TV in silence, and even go to bed in different rooms. You suppose you canât complainâitâs not like you put in much effort to get to know him well anyway.
The only thing he does that even comes close to romance is bringing you flowers. Youâd told him once that you wished the house had space for a garden to plant them, and heâd brought you a bouquet later that week. Since then, he brings them every few weeks routinely. They appear in the vase beside the couch as if theyâve just magically appeared.Â
Theyâre pretty, you think.
Resentment builds, slowly but surely, probably on both ends as in most marriages. This kind of life is killing you inside. This lonely, aimless life in a house that makes you feel like youâre the only person in the world, in a bed that feels too large.Â
âI want to work,â you say one day, picking at your food blankly. âI have an interview tomorrow, so I wonât be here for most of the day from now on if I get it.â
A fork clatters from across the table. âWhat? Why?â
You donât necessarily have to work given Calebâs plentiful paycheck, but you want to anyway because you canât stand being in that gigantic house all by yourself. But of course, how could you tell this to the man in front of you? The man you donât even know the favorite color of?
âItâs a regular office job.â
âI didnât ask what it was,â he blurts, eyes narrowing in concern. âIâm asking why? Do I not give you enough money? You know you have access to everything on the card, right?â
You shrug. âItâs not about the moneyâŚI just think I need something to do throughout the day.â
âWhat about picking up another hobby?â
âIâve exhausted most of them.â
âThen traveling?â
âBy myself?â you frown. âItâs not like youâre ever here.â
Youâre not sure why the words slip through your teeth, but they do, and the disdain is apparent. He seems surprised at first, blinking, before his shoulder slump again and the corners of his lips twitch downward. For some reason, it makes you feelâgood? Alive, more so. So you keep talking. âYouâre always working. You even missed my friendâs wedding after I told her weâd be there.â
He shoots back immediately, brows tight. âThat was a special caseâit was an emergency.â
âThatâs fine,â you chew slowly on your food. âBut I donât want to wait around all day for you to get back.â
âYou shouldnât work if you donât have to. I make more than enough.â
âAgain, not the point.â
His lips tighten, pursing. âWhat will your family think if they hear that Iâm making you work after I told them that Iâd take care of you?â
You snort. âIs this what you call âtaking care ofâ?â
Immediately, you can tell that youâve struck a nerve. And for some reason, it feels good again. Like youâre alive, again. Maybe you just like pissing him off. His expression shifts momentarily to something you canât recognize before it settles disapprovingly and silence befalls the both of you. You like when he doesnât have that stupid smile he always has. The fake, lifeless smile heâd given you when you first met. Youâd rather he just be upset, just like this. He looks like he wants to say something, but then shuts his mouth, swallowing the lump in his throat.Â
His phone rings, slicing the tension in the air like a knife. Caleb glances at the caller ID for a split second before heâs already on his feet, pacing to the sink to put his plates away in a hurry. âIâm sorry, I need to take this. Let me know how the interview goes..â
You stare at your plate, listening to his feet pad around in a hurry. âIs it MC?â
He whips his head around. âWhat?â
You stand from your seat to dump your food into the sink, ignoring the slight clench in your chest. Heâs always been this way. Jumping at any opportunity to be useful to her, while he leaves everyone else in the dust. âNevermind. Go.â
Once you hear the front door shut, you slump into the couch face first, hoping it swallows you whole before he comes back. This has to be some sort of humiliation ritual. Perhaps you committed a grave sin in your past life, because youâre not sure what you couldâve possibly done to warrant such a feeling. The sunset seeps through the window planes and hits half of your face, bathing you in a warmth that had been missing from the rest of the house. The heat makes you sleepy, and you soon find your eyelids drooping shut, gazing lazily at a photo of the two of you on the coffee table. You donât remember when it was taken, but in it, you genuinely look like youâre almost enjoying yourself. You canât tell with him, though. You can never really tell.
âStupid Xia,â you mutter as you fall deep into slumber.
When you awake again, the sun has fully set. Thereâs a blanket draped over you and when you blink away the blots in your vision, youâre met face to face with a fresh vase of flowers on the coffee table. They smell nice.
Damn it.Â
Sometimes, you wish he was just an asshole.
You learn about him through the photo albums he has stashed away in the attic. Itâs not like you were looking for them. Youâd only been cleaning when they managed to topple right into your hands, and since he always says whateverâs his is yours, you figure you might as well satisfy your curiosity. Thereâs less than you expected, unfortunately. Most photos are taken by him, but thereâs a few in between where heâs the subject. Him at his birthday party, his graduation ceremony, him packing for college, and the day he left for the DAA.Â
Itâs odd. You forget he was a normal teenager at one point, and not a high ranking colonel.
The pictures are through his eyes. Before you can stop, you find yourself becoming engrossed in lacing the photos together into some semblance of a story in your head. You see his childhood home and the model planes he enjoys building. His outings with MC and his grandmother. His last minute halloween costumes. Him and his friends carrying out a prank on someone. His studies. His likes. His dislikes.Â
Caleb Xia is a charming person. If you hadnât met the way you did, you think you mightâve liked him a little more.
When you ask him a question regarding one of the photos at dinner, he nearly chokes on his food. You quirk a brow in response. âWas I not supposed to see them?â
âNo, itâs fine if you lookâŚâ he mumbles, taking a sip of water to gather himself. You squintâare his ears pink? You didnât know he was capable of doing something kinda adorable. âItâs just a little embarrassing.â
âLike the picture of your airplane swim trunks from when you were a kidââ
He coughs again, and you snicker.
You think heâs tolerableâjust a bit.
Weeks pass. Life gets a little easier with your job and more to doâit might even be a bit fun. With your new friends at your workplace and a new sense of accomplishment, the less you stress about your loveless marriage and the more you appreciate what you have. Your interactions with Caleb become less forced. Not because youâve somehow managed to miraculously understand how his brain functions, but because you put less weight on what you say. Itâs hard to see someone as intimidating when youâve seen a photo of them in a stupid halloween costume. He seems to notice the change too.Â
[Caleb Xia]: I got us fried chicken for dinner. Donât be too late so it doesnât get cold :)
Your mouth waters. Itâs nice, almost. Emphasis on the almost.
Outside, the evening chill hits your cheeks, sharp enough to wake you up and wrap your jacket tighter around yourself. The street is busy but not crowded, as the sun has just set. A couple laughs too loudly across the road. Somewhere, a bus exhales.
You start down your usual route.
At first, itâs nothing. Just footsteps. Not out of place. People exist. People walk. People go home.
But somethingâs off. Your gut insists on it, and itâs hard to ignore.
You slow slightly, just enough to be subtle. The footsteps slow too.
Your fingers tighten around your bag.
Coincidence, surely.
You donât turn around, yet. Turning means you have to see something and acknowledge that itâs real. Instead, you adjust your pace again. Faster this time.
The footsteps quicken, dropping your heart to your stomach.Â
Your eyes dart around you anxiously. Itâs dark. Streetlamps are guiding your path home, and though the neighborhood is nice, itâs empty. Well, except for you and the footsteps that seemingly sound like theyâre getting ever so closer every few seconds. You throat feels dry.Â
Phone. You need to tell someone. Even if youâre wrongâeven if itâs just a hunch.
[You]: Still there?
[Caleb Xia]: Yea. why?
[You]: I think thereâs someone following me
Your message sends, and for a moment air doesnât enter your lungs.
The typing bubble appears. Disappears. Appears again.
[Caleb Xia]: Iâm coming.
You donât know how heâs going to find you, but you donât bother questioning it at the moment. You swallow, and your throat is dry enough that it hurts. The streetlamps cast long shadows across the pavement, and itâs hard to discern whether something is just a shadow or something else in the dark.
You donât turn around.
Your legs carry you as fast as you can go without breaking into a sprint, and your grip tightens around your phone until your fingers ache. Hurry, you think. Hurry up, Caleb.
A car passes.
Heâs closer now, whoever it is.
Your breath catches. Your shoulders tense, every instinct screaming at you to run, but your legs feel like theyâve forgotten how.
Suddenly, a car turns the corner too fast, tires kissing the curb before readjusting and you nearly jump out of your own skin. The tint on the car makes it too difficult to see inside, not that youâd be able to see much regardless due to the dark. It slows to a stop as it sees you, and you think if this isnât who youâre expecting, it might actually be the end for you.Â
The passenger door swings open.
âGet in.â
Relief floods your body when you hear his voice and you stumble to clamber in.
Relief?
This is Caleb Xia youâre talking about. Now that you think about it, youâre unsure why he was the first you contacted instead of the police. Your fingers had tapped on his profile faster than you could think. Was it just because he was at the top of your contacts? Was it because he was near? It must be, right? It had been instinctual. Your body had reactedâand it had somehow worked out.Â
Regardless, you canât possibly deny how relieved you feel right now.
You wonder if this is how MC always feels. It must be nice to know that someone so reliable is always at her beck and call, right? To come running at just a few wordsâmaybe she wouldnât have had to walk home in the first place. Maybe he wouldâve driven her. You feel sick. This isnât what you should be thinking about right now. Right now, you need to report it to the police and take a much needed nap.Â
A part of you is envious of her.
âYou shouldâve called me earlier.â
The chicken doesnât look as appetizing anymore even despite it sitting before you in all its crispy fried glory. The growling in your stomach from earlier is replaced by a slight pain, and itâs difficult to tell if youâve only lost your appetite or if itâs a different kind of anxiousness. He watches you from across the table with a perplexed frown while you pick at the chicken aimlessly, nodding blankly.
âIâll report it first thing in the morning,â Caleb sighs. âI should pick you up from work from now own. Or Iâll call you a taxi if I canât.â
You nod again.
âAre you okay?â
Ah, heâs asking that again. You hate when he does.
You tilt your head. âIâm just sort of in shock, I think.â
âI know, but you should eat at least a bit. Here.â He holds a piece of chicken on a fork to your face and you scrunch your nose. He smirks. âHere comes the airplane?â
âI might vomit all over you.â A half lie.
He replies instantly. âThen Iâll clean it. Eat.â
For a reason that you just attribute to exhaustion, you donât bother arguing. Instead, you pop it into your mouth, cheeks dusting pink at the intimacy of the act. He hums in approval and you try your best not to choke. Why was he feeding youâa grown woman? And why were you letting him?Â
How bizarre. This whole day is bizarre.
At least youâre homeâthanks to him.
âThank you,â you mumble softly. âFor getting there so fast.â
He looks almost offended, shaking his head. âDonât thank me, it was a given. Iâm just happy you thought to call me. I was worried you wouldnât.â
Why did you call him? Well, you suppose he is your husband at the end of the day. One who has eyes for another, but your husband nonetheless. âWhy wouldnât I?â
He stops for a moment, as if in thought, and then smiles sheepishly. Not the annoying fake smile he puts on for show, but one thatâs riddled with guilt. Shame. You want to know why. âJust assumed you wouldnât.â
Strangely, the words make your chest tight.
Your eyes meet his usual striking violets, shoulders slumping as you look away once the eye contact feels too intense. âIâm glad I did.â
You barely catch the tips of his ears turning pink.
Caleb keeps his word for the months following the event. You never have reason to pass by that street again on foot, and although you continue to insist itâs not necessary, having him as your private driver of sorts does feel kind of nice. You think eventually, youâve come to call him more than a stranger. Heâs easier to talk to. Funnier than you thought, actually, when heâs not being annoying to tease you.
Youâd never tell him that though, of course.
You blink warily, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand when a ray of sunlight escapes through the shades of your bedroom and hit your face. However, itâs not what awakes you. Rather, itâs the insistent buzzing of your phone on your bedside table, which you barely manage to snatch without falling off the edge of the bed.Â
[Caleb (husband)]: morning sleepinghead, you awake?
[Caleb (husband)]: Come eat breakfast :> made apple juice too
[Caleb (husband)]: I better hear you shuffling around in your room in the next few minutes or iâll have to come drag you out.. :)
Caleb Xia, you find, nags a lot.
âSleep well?â he chuckles when you finally emerge, still half-awake despite being fully dressed. You scratch the back of your neck, yawning as you perch yourself on one of the chairs at the counter where heâs standing with an apron tied neatly behind him. If you were just a tad bit more awake, youâd have a field day making a snide comment about it.
âMm.â
He laughs again, gently. Did he always sound so soft?
âYou can always quit your job, yâknow,â he shrugs, placing a plate of breakfast foods in front of you. It smells immaculate, as usual. âOfferâs always on the table.â
You shove a forkful of eggs into your mouth, squinting at him. âWhy do you wanth me shoo be unemployed sho bad? My parentsh donât care.â
âItâs not about your familyâŚIt just doesnât seem necessary.â
âI like working. Just not waking up so early.â
âI only want you to avoid overextending yourself if you donât have to,â he pops a tomato into his own mouth. âI make enough for you to get whatever you want, donât I?â
âBut I want my own money, too.â
âMy money is your money. This is the least I can do.â
âCareful,â you snort. âYou sound dangerously close to being romantic.â
He tilts his head. âWhy wouldnât I be romantic? Iâm your husband.â
This time, you really choke on your food, coughing as he quickly hands you the apple juice. Heâs been doing that latelyâdropping lines like that out of nowhere, like theyâre nothing. Somehow always when youâre least prepared for it, and always with a lopsided grin that tells you heâs either completely oblivious or knows exactly what heâs doing.
Youâre willing to bet on the latter.
Caleb Xia, as you figure out in the time you spend with him in his car on the way to work, has terrible taste in films.
âThat movie is awful. Thereâs no way thatâs your favorite.â
He gasps dramatically and you donât bother suppressing the urge to roll your eyes. âHey, donât judge before you try it.â
âIâd like it if I never had to try it, actually.â
The smile adorning your lips falls in an instant the car slows to a stop. You find yourself growing disappointed when you arrive at your workplace, because it means youâll have to leave him. You want to scold yourself for thinking such preposterous thoughts. What are you? A teenager whoâs hanging out with a boy for the first time?
Youâre married, for godâs sake.
Then again, so what if his company isnât so bad? What if you think heâs a bit more to you than tolerable? Isnât that allowed? Heâs your husband, after all. If it doesnât feel so bad, maybe you could let yourself reprise and enjoy it while it lasts.
âAh, right, I should tell youâIâll be leaving this weekend for work.â
Ah, nevermind. Reality has a way of slapping you across the face when you least expect it.
âHow long?â
âA few weeks at best,â he pauses, voice quieter. âMonths, if Iâm unlucky.â
You really despise the subtle aching in your chest.
You hate how easily it slips in. How, for a second, it makes the flame thatâs gone out years ago flicker, as if these moments could mean more than they do. They donât. You know they donât. They arenât yours to keep. None of it is.
The warmth, the ease, the way he looks at you like thisâlike youâre something he actually cares aboutâitâs all fake. Stolen. Youâre just standing in the space where someone else is supposed to be.
You press your lips together, forcing the feeling down before it can spread any further. Get a grip.
His palm pats the top of your head, making your cheeks heat against your will. With a grin, he nods. But itâs stiff. The slight crinkle between his brows. Upset. Upset? âIâll see you tonight.â
Itâs like he knows what youâre thinking before you know yourself.
âWho said I want to?â
âYou wound me.â
As soon as you enter the building, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.
[Caleb (husband)]: I know youâre at work, butâŚ
[Caleb (husband)]: Movie night tn ?? i can make us popcorn :D
[Caleb (husband)]: And yes weâre watching my fav so you can stop calling it bad :>
[Caleb (husband)]: Last hurrah before i leave
This is dangerous, you think. Really, really dangerous.Â
You seriously hope you donât fall for him, if it isnât too late already.
A few hours later, the living room is dimly lit with soft lights, the low hum of something playing in the background as Caleb sets everything up. The bowl of popcorn ends up a little too full, a few pieces spilling onto the counter as he carries it over, muttering something under his breath as he munches on the ones that are about to spill over. You sink into the couch, watching him move around the roomâadjusting the volume and flipping through options heâs already decided on.Â
Itâs strange, how easy it feels. How normal.
You donât realize youâre staring until he glances over.
So you look away quickly, fixing your gaze on the screen. But a few seconds pass, and you can feel his attention still lingering.
You pretend not to notice.
What are you doing? What are either of you doing?
You donât say anything, swallowing the question down into the pit in your stomach.
The movie stars a side character with a passionate devotion to his family, who reminds you of Caleb. Oddly enough, the resemblance is almost uncanny. You kind of want to root for him but also want him to lose terribly. You huff quietly. âHeâs so intense.â
Caleb glances over, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. âWhat? You wouldnât want someone like that?â
You tilt your head, pretending to think. âI mean⌠heâs a bit much.â
A pause.
ââŚbut it comes from a good place. I like him.â
He stills.
You pick at a piece of popcorn, rolling it between your fingers. âHe reminds me of you a little.â
âYeah?â
You shrug, still not quite looking at him. âYeah.â A small breath escapes you before you can stop it. âMC is really lucky to have you.â
He goes quiet. When you glance over, heâs already looking at you.
ââŚLucky,â he repeats, almost to himself.
You hesitate, then ruin it by saying more. "I mean, you're always there for her, you know? If she calls, you come running. Everyone wants someone like that."
It was supposed to come off lightheartedly, but it only digs the hole deeper.
Something in his expression shifts. His smile fades, his face losing its usual ease as it drops to something youâve never seen on him before. It contorts in phases. Surprise, and then confusion, and finally into one you prefer the least.
Panic. Something is wrong.
You wish youâd just shut up. The long pause makes you wish you were just a fly on the wall right now.
âIs this why?â he blinks, and his eyes glisten with something you havenât seen from him. Void of the usual emptiness but replaced with something fuller. Heavier. âIs this why you hate me so much? Because of MC?â
Huh?
âFuck,â one hand pulls at the roots of his hair, his top teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he attempts to hide his face from you. âIâm a moron. I shouldâve known.â
What? Despite your hands growing clammy, you feel cold. Like the blood is draining from your face.
âYou must hate me so much.â
When did you ever hate him? Youâve loathed him, certainly, when heâd disappear for weeks on end leaving you all alone in this cold, lifeless house. Youâve wanted to punch your balled up fists into his chest, knowing that it wouldnât phase him in the slightest simply to alleviate some of your own anger. Youâve wanted to run away a multitude of times. But hate? Have you ever hated Caleb? Can you hate Caleb?
âCaleb.â
âThis is my fault. I shouldâve been more aware. Itâs so obvious now, I feel like an idiot.â
âCaleb.â
âI thought you just hated me because this isnât a marriage you wanted,â his voice cracks, and heâs burying his face into his palms. âI thought staying away from you was what you wanted. Shit, Iâm so stupid.â
âCaleb,â you say, more firmly this time, and he finally looks at you. Thereâs a watery film over his usually lifeless eyes, glistening against the light of the TV screen, and it makes the pit in your stomach grow deeper. You donât like seeing him like this. You thought you would, but you donât.
His voice is a mere whisper now. He looks like he wants to vomit out a million words at once, but thereâs three specific ones that linger on his tongue. Is this what they call a woman's intuition? Youâre not sure how, but in the moment, it feels like youâre in his head. For the first time in the 4 years youâve been wed to Caleb Xia, you feel like you can understand him.Â
A victory that doesnât feel like one at all.
âListen to me,â he grabs your hands in his, holding them in front of his chest. âI donât love herânot as a woman. I havenât in a long time. She and Zayne are like my family, and Iâd be a terrible person not to be happy for them. Iâm sorry I didnât make it clear to you. Iâm so sorry.â
Your heart doesnât seem to be beating anymore.
The air is too thick. Like liquid entering your lungs.
Caleb opens his mouth and then shuts it again, his words stuck in the back of his throat. Youâre not sure if you want to hear what he wants to say. The words hold too much value, too many years of hurt, and you donât know how youâll react. You donât want to acknowledge any of this as real, because if it is, what was all of this for? What were the years you spent holed up in your room meant to achieve? Were you just being a fool? And in that case, would you even want to know?
No. You donât.
So instead, you kiss him.
A wordless, messy kiss. Though heâs taken aback at first, heâs quick to slot his mouth against yours eagerly, hands flying to your waist to pull you closer as if a man starved. Itâs desperate. Different from the kiss you shared with him at the courthouse, or for transactional purposes. His mouth feels hot against yours, and when his tongue swipes against your lip, you let him in.Â
You climb onto his lap, straddling him as he presses you flush against him. The movie is long forgotten. His hair weeds through the crevices between your fingers and he deepens the kiss as if heâs trying to physically become one with you. His heart hammers against your own like a timer, warning you of what this could mean, but you donât care.
âPut your arms around my neck,â he mumbles against you, and then youâre suddenly being lifted up to your room with his hands supporting your thighs around his waist. But even those few seconds arenât worth staying apart for, because heâs kissing your neck, mouthing at spots that have you pursing your lips to avoid making any embarrassing sounds. He lets you down gently onto the middle of your bed and follows suit, pushing you onto your back.
Youâre here again.
Heâs looming over you, face flushed in a deep red this time. Heâll ask if youâre okay. If this is okay. And then heâll take off his shirt and his hand will slide up yours. Itâll be better this time, because itâs not out of some twisted sense of duty. Desire pulses at your core, but you canât help but shake off this curdling feeling in your chest, as if you want to hurl. You wait for what you expect, eyes never leaving his.
Instead, he breathes sharply. âI love you.â
The world stops.Â
âYou donât have to say anything back that I donât deserve. I just want you to know,â he whispers.
Can anyone love someone like youâmuch less, your husband? You start breathing again because you have to, staring up at him as if heâs gone insane. In fact, you think youâve gone insane. Kissing him, lying beneath him, enjoying his presence, looking forward to his breakfasts, letting him drop you off at work, feeling disappointed that heâs leavingâyouâve most definitely died and come back as another person, because this is not you.
This is Caleb Xia. He is an unloving person. He cannot love. But what happens if he does? With tears stinging at his eyes, watching you with a mix of pure adoration and sorrow, heâs telling you he loves you. Love is a strong word, isnât it? But he means it. He loves you. Caleb loves you. You want to call him a liar, but heâs not.
You want to cry into his chest and run away at the same time.
The flame flickers, and you panic. Not because you despise him, or because his confession is one you donât want to accept, but because this flame is not one you welcome with open arms anymore. Itâs too easy to hurt. Too easy to shrink, yet somehow impossible to destroy.
âI canât,â you croak. âNot right now.â
Even Caleb canât mask the hurt that deepens his frown, as if youâve torn his heart straight from his chest. For a man with so much power, heâs never looked more powerless than he does now.
It feels too vulnerable. Open. As if youâre naked and heâs fully clothed, when itâs infact the exact opposite. You donât want to open up to him again. You donât want him to snuff out that small flame you have that never seems to go out no matter how much you douse it in water. Or maybe you do?
He forces a crooked smile, strained against his very will and nods before leaving the room. As the door slips shut, he doesnât turn to look at you. âSleep tight.â
You donât get much sleep that night at all.
Morning comes anyway.
And then another.
And another.
His absence returns, but this time because youâre the one avoiding him. You leave earlier than usual, linger longer at work, find excuses in the smallest thingsâemails, errands, anything that keeps you just a little out of sync with him. When you do cross paths, itâs brief. Polite. A short good morning or a quick goodnight. Itâs easier that way.
You tell yourself this is what you wantedâto put distance back where it belongs. Whatever that night was, whatever flame flickered between you, it will fade. It must fade.
He isnât yours. Even if he says he is, thereâs too much pain--too many years of resentment built up that you donât know what to do with.
You catch yourself thinking about it at mundane timesâstanding in line, walking home, staring at your coworkers chatting amongst themselves. The apartment feels different already, like itâs preparing to be emptier. As cold as it was a few months ago, when he was still Caleb Xia, and not just Caleb.
You take the time away from him to reset. To think, but not too much. You find yourself flipping through his photo albums again, smiling when you flip to a particularly embarrassing one. You hear him shuffling outside your room, probably packing for his business trip. Youâre aware of what he risks everytime he disappears for weeks at a timeânot only his life, but the lives of his menâand you donât know how he bears to leave home everytime he does.Â
But he always comes back. He has to.Â
You suppose itâs for the best for now. And when he returns, things will return to normal. The house wonât be as awkward as it is. The two of you will slip into your usual routine of a loveless marriage, and youâll find other avenues in life to derive joy from. So will he.
The front door shuts faster than you anticipated.Â
Heâs gone.
This is fine.
This is what you wanted.
The house is empty again. You pace to the living room, and surprisingly, a fresh bouquet of flowers is propped inside their usual vase. You lift the vase into your hands, letting the scent of the flowers waft into your nose. They smell good. New. Sort of like the detergent he uses when doing the laundry.
You set the vase back down, nails pressing faint crescents into your skin.
His face when you last saw him keeps flickering in your mind. So much hurt. Raw with fear.
âI love you.â
You want to tell him he doesnât. You want to remind yourself that this is your husband. Your heartless, cunning husband who kills people for a livingâwho doesnât care about anyone but his family.Â
But youâre his family, arenât you?
You can still smell his cologne in the air.
You mustâve missed it from the glint of the sunlight in the glass coffee tableâthereâs a small shimmer of something sitting beside the vase. With a quirked brow, you pick it up. He usually never leaves trash lying around.
You nearly drop it.
His wedding band.
Your breath stutters, sharp and uneven, like your lungs have forgotten how to work. Your heart pounds as you realize that you're shaking, eyes wide as saucers as you stare at the object in your hands.
No.
He wouldnât. He wouldnât just leave it.
The ring sits in your palm like a brick that weighs your entire body down. This isnât something you can pretend will reset when he comes back.
This means no more quiet dinners. No more stupid arguments over movies he insists are good. No more messages waiting for you when youâre at work. No more him, standing at the counter every morning with a pan in his hand. No more him.
And worst of all, no more chance to fix it. To tell him your side of the story.
Your body moves before your mind catches up.
You wrench the front door open, not bothering to lock it behind you as your feet hit the pavement with just your socks. The air burns your throat as you run, lungs screaming, heart still pounding like itâs trying to break through your ribcage.
He canât leave.
The stinging beneath your feet go unregistered as you clutch the ring so tightly that it feels like it might dig into your flesh.Â
Just forward, you hiss to yourself. Faster. You turn corner after corner, your body begging you to stop overexerting yourself, but you canât bother to care. You donât even register where youâre going, but you need to go somewhere. It feels like ages and seconds at the same time, as you beg nobody in particular for one more chance.
A chance for what, you're not sure.
Reconciliation? Love? Understanding?
Is any of that possible? And if not, why are you running like your very life depends on it?
The ring digs further into your skin, and you realize it doesn't matter as long as you find who it belongs to. Him. Caleb. The reason and bane of your existence, and apparently what has you running across the entire town in hopes of bringing him back.
Finally, you slam into something solid.
The impact knocks the breath out of you, your grip loosening as the ring nearly slips from your fingers. A hand catches your arms before you can stumble back too far, steadying you with a familiar scent that somehow lets you breathe again.
âHeyâwatch itâoh.â
You freeze in place, breath hitching as you look up. Standing right in front of you, he appears slightly disheveled, one hand still gripping your arm while the other awkwardly balances a paper bag of groceries. Caleb blinks, his eyes immediately scanning over your frame before landing on your feet. âWhy are you here? Are you okay? And where are your shoes, itâs dangerouââ
âDonât go, Caleb,â you sniffle, tears already stinging at your eyes as your body finally has a chance to rest, though it doesnât feel much better. âPlease donât go.â
He stares at you as if you've grown a third eye, nearly dropping his bag of groceries at your pleas. Even the tips of his ears turn red, flustered. "What are you--"
âWhy did you leave the ring? Did you lie?â About loving me?
His expression falls, attention honing in on the ring gripped in your fist. Something seems to click in his head, and immediately, he shakes his head. âNo, of course not, I was going to leave a note. I just went out to get groceries before I leftââ
âSo you were going to leave the ring?â
âWell, yes, but can weââ
âDo you not like me anymore?â you blurt, finger bunching at the fabric of his sleeve. âIs it because I ignored you for a week?â
He almost looks offended. âOf course I still like you.â
âThen why?â
His voice softens, as if speaking too loud will scare you away. Hesitantly, he sheepishly releases your arms. Instead, he slowly takes your hand in his, lips pursing as he sighs. His palm feels rough with calluses from the work he does, but light as feathers against your skin. His touch is gentle, as if youâre the most precious thing in the world. âI figured there was no reason for me to tie you to me anymore. I wonât force you to be with someone you canât even stand to be around. Someone you hate. Itâd be selfish.â
Your words tumble out before you can process them. âI donât hate you.â
Finally, with your hand in his, the world feels okay again. This feeling tells you youâre screwed, but you donât care.
âIâve been mad at you, and I donât know what to do with your feelings because they make no sense, but I donât hate you,â you mutter. âYouâre just too confusing.â
â...Confusing?â
âI justâI donât know what to do, Caleb,â you wipe vigorously at your eyes with your free hand, head falling to avoid looking him at him. âI donât know what to think about you. How to feel about you.â
His eyes ease, and you feel him squeeze your fingers. âDo you want me to leave?â
âNo.â
âDo you love me?â
âI donât know.â
Caleb has always been better at reading you than yourself. A flash of hurt ripples across his face, but his eyes maintain its soft glimmerâbecause he knows. Even if you say you donât know, he knows. He also knows that youâre afraid of those words, and he doesnât blame you for it.
So instead, he asks something else. âWhat am I to you?â
You want to call him a million things. The man who left you by yourself, the man who refused to touch you for so many years, the man whoâd chosen to sleep in the guest bedroom just to avoid taking up space in yours. Heâs felt awful, inconsiderate, and cold. But heâs also the man whoâs gotten you flowers, the man whoâd break four speeding laws to make you feel safe, the man who makes sure youâre never hungry, the man who folds your laundry neatly and organizes it color-coded in your closet. The man who you wish you could slap across the face and hold close to you at the same time. The man whoâs made you feel alone yet so cared for all at once.
You like him, you think. In some strange way thatâs never been covered in the romantic films you used to clutch onto like a life line, you like him. The âLâ word teeters on the tip of your tongue like a marble rolling around to decide what these emotions settling in your heart really are, but it doesnât really matter. All you know is that you need him. You want him. You want him to hold your face and kiss you tenderly, like he did that night. You want him to do it again and again until you canât breathe, and all you can feel is him. You want to eat dinner with him every night and wake up in the morning to his stupid apron. You want to go grocery shopping with him. You want to fall asleep watching a movie in his arms.
âWhat am I to you?â
Tears fall down your cheeks in fat globs and you try your hardest not to let your voice crack. âMy husband.â
His eyes widen for a moment, and then his lips split into a wide grin that resembles the lovesick expression of a teenage boy whoâs holding hands for the first time. Caleb drops his grocery bag to his feet and reaches either hands to the sides of your face, cradling you gingerly as he guides you closer. Before youâre even registering it, he brushes a strand of hair out of your forehead and presses a soft but firm kiss to your temple, where you can feel him smile against your skin.
âWho am I to say no my wife?â
Your marriage is a messy, complicated jumble of emotions. The confusion. The fear. The warmth. Itâs not perfect. It never will be. And despite it all, you donât want it any other way, because Caleb Xia is a loving person.
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