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authors note i've had this in my drafts for a bit and thought i would post it until i wrote another fic...hope you enjoy! i love hyune sm <33
you both appreciate the little things soooo much! if the moon looks pretty one night or there’s a pretty sunset, either one of you is tapping each other on the shoulder excitedly and pointing at the sight.
picturessss! he loves taking pictures of you and does it a lot when you don’t even notice. personally, those are his favorite! you’ll be looking over the pictures he took of that day and see one of you and point at it. “when did you take this?” “oh, when we were at the lake. you looked so pretty i couldn’t help it.” you’ll definitely be blushing so hard.
you guys have the best dates! you love just taking walks with each other, trying new restaurants, going to different museums, or just driving around listening to music. you both love exploring new places with each other.
while you guys love exploring, you also love staying in. just being around each other is enough for the both of you. your favorite pastime together is usually when he’s painting with soft music in the background. you sit beside him and write in your journal or read a book. it’s calming and comforting and you both love it.
speaking of painting, you’re his biggest inspiration. if he’s not painting you exactly, he’s painting things that remind him of you. whether that’s a sunset you both saw together that you were geeking over, a bookstore he saw that reminded him of you, or even small little details about you. nevertheless, you’re his muse.
if you can't make it to one of his shows, he usually facetimes beforehand and talks to you for a little bit to calm his nerves down. but if you can make it to one of his shows he’s with you backstage almost the whole time. the boys tease him for it but you calm him down and keep him at ease.
one cute thing you love about your relationship is when you travel with him on a plane, train, or car! you two share headphones and listen to the playlist you two made together. and when you’re both dozing off, you rest your heads on each other's shoulders. the cutest thing fr!
he lovesssss animals, especially your dog! him and your dog are besties and tbh it gets you kind of jealous that your dog likes hyunjin more than you. butttt kkami is all over you when you’re over at hyunjin’s so it’s a win win.
if you guys are apart for a while, he’ll send you songs that remind him of you and send you some of the drawings and paintings he did. he’ll text you good morning and good night and tries to fit a facetime call if he can. even if it’s a short one, he just loves hearing your voice.
he loves his cuddles! he likes laying his head on your chest and lovessss when you play with his hair. but, he also loves wrapping his arms around you and holding you so so close. he honestly never wants to let go.
baking! you two are adventurous when it comes to trying new things so you bake and cook a lot of goodies (usually late at night) when you’re bored. sometimes, felix will even join in! and when you guys are done with baking you’re goodies, you usually share them with the boys and get their opinion. (they love it every time)
speaking of the boys, they are like brothers to you! it makes hyunjin so happy to know you get along super well with his best friends. all of you are super important to him!
late night convosssss! you two are best friends before anything so you two rant to each other a lot or get into deep conversations about random things.
overall, you two have such a pure and genuine relationship. he loves you and you love him and you two are sure to remind each other any time and any way you can!
Could we get a Chishiya x reader where reader got hurt and he takes care of you, during your healing time and always helping you with anything, not letting reader move even a finger
Just fluff ig and cuddles
Thankk youu<33
sweet •°ˎˊ˗
chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader
word count 1.7k
warnings reader gets injured, mentions of cleaning wounds, ooc chishiya if you squint
authors note thank you so much for the request! i am so sorry this is super late so also thank you for being patient with me😭 been going through writers block and have been busy lol. nevertheless, i hope you enjoy!
“watch out!”
you turned your head as you were running, seeing chishiya rush behind a car to kneel beside it. you furrowed your brows in response until you felt a sharp pain on the side of your leg that caused you to fall to the concrete, thankfully, behind a car and away from the king of spades view.
“y/n!” chishya softly yelled.
you grabbed the side of your leg, applying pressure to it as you turned over on your back, groaning in pain. your vision became a blurry as you looked up at the sky — filled with smoke and bullets being fired. although you were in pain, your mind and body starting to drift off into nothing but darkness, one thing stayed in your mind.
if chishiya was okay.
“damn it y/n, i told you to watch out.”
that was the last thing you heard until you drifted off. fortunately, you were breathing normally and your heart was still beating. he pursed his lips before taking off his white hoodie and wrapping it around your wound before you lost even more blood.
once he was sure it was tight enough to where you wouldn’t lose any more blood, he peaked his head above the car behind which the two of you were. the king of spades was nowhere to be seen. he took a breath knowing that he had to be quick with a small chance like this.
he quickly picked you up bridal style, and ran to the nearest building which happened to be an old apartment complex. he went up two flights of stairs and into a random apartment. he locked eyes with a couch in the living room and softly put you on it.
he rummaged through the apartment in search for a first aid kit or anything to help clean your wound. after ten minutes of looking through every crevice of the apartment finding no first aid kit, he was able to find a few bandages and alcohol which would do for now.
he scurried over to you and saw that you were slowly blinking your eyes and slowly starting to move your body. he knelt beside you and placed the items in his hands down next to him.
you began to sit up until you felt chishiya gently push you down. “are you crazy? lay down and stay still for me, please.”
your eyes adjusted more and you saw chishiya a few inches away from your face, his usual blank expression on him. but his slightly furrowed brows showed you he may have been a bit concerned or worried.
“w-what happened?”
the sound of plastic being open echoed throughout the silent apartment. “you’re slow. that’s what happened.”
you huffed in frustration. it was hard enough to get on chishiya’s good side. let alone, have him open up to you even just a little bit. you knew he was a closed book. but you wanted to crack him open and meet every single part of him. and even though he was closed off and acted like he only cared for himself, something in you told you that maybe just maybe, there was a small part of him that cared for you too.
little acts here and there made you think that way. but, you didn’t want to get your hopes up. so this will have to do for now. a friendship — if that.
you stayed silent as he cursed to himself and got up abruptly to the kitchen, telling you to “stay there.”
you closed your eyes, this time willingly, and tried to breathe through some of the anxiety you felt. you had almost forgotten that you had been shot until the pain slowly crept up to you again once your body had now fully woken up.
chishiya came back with some cotton pads and poured some alcohol onto one of them. as gently as he could, he unwrapped the now red-stained jacket from your leg, causing a slight gasp to escape your lips.
his eyes softened to yours, his way of apologizing as he brought up the cotton pad now filled with alcohol. “this is going to sting. i’ll countdown but if it hurts too much, just squeeze my arm.”
you let out a breath and nodded. if it wasn’t for the agonizing pain you were in, you would have given chishiya a second glance at him being this…caring?
“one, two, three.”
he quickly placed the cotton pad on your wound, letting it sit for a few moments. you hissed, leaning your head up a bit to look at your wounded leg before quickly grabbing chishiya’s arm.
“i know, i know. i’m sorry.”
you threw your head back and let him finish his job — all of it afterwards becoming a blur to you.
your breath slowed down once he wrapped some bandages around your wound. you looked down at him attempting to screw the cap back on the alcohol bottle with one hand. you furrowed your brows then realized that you were still squeezing tight on his arm.
“shit, sorry,” you muttered.
“don’t worry. just rest.”
he got up and went to the kitchen, throwing the items on the counter then going to the sink to rinse off his hands. while watching him, you had forgotten that he mentioned he was a med student prior to the borderlands. the only glimpse into him that you got.
it was something.
you turned your gaze away from him and onto the ceiling, slowly leaning your head up in an attempt to sit.
“hey, hey lay down!”
chishiya ran up to you and once again, gently pushed you down.
you groaned. “i want to sit up.”
“you can’t do it yourself. just stop, please.”
you narrowed your eyes to him as he wrapped his arms around your waist and slowly sat you up in a comfortable position, finding a pillow and resting your leg under it. “stop trying to do everything yourself. if you need anything, just tell me.”
you just looked at him in response as he went back into the kitchen and opened all the cabinets. although chishiya was by your side at the beach alongside kuina and now was taking care of you, you wondered why he was doing so. he seemed so closed off from everyone and wouldn’t even glance at anyone else in a position like the one you are in right now. so, why?
you couldn’t lie to yourself and say you didn’t have some sort of feelings for him. but did he? it seemed out of character for him. so you would forever keep that to yourself. even if it killed you inside.
your thoughts were interrupted when you saw the blonde-haired male walk up to you with a glass of water in his hand. handing it to you, he simply motioned for you to drink while he sat beside you on the couch, one arm resting behind your head.
“thank you,” you started, taking another sip of your water before continuing. “but, why?”
“why what?” he responded, fiddling with his sweats.
you set the glass of water down beside you. “why are you doing all this for me?”
“drink all of it.”
you turned to face him, his face still looking down at his fiddling hand. you huffed, picking the water back up and gulping most of it down.
you truly did want to know. you didn't know why you cared so much as to why he was different with you. why you even caught feelings for him in the first place. something about him allured you.
“i'm doing it so you don’t die. you’re welcome," he spoke, breaking the silence.
“chishiya, you wouldn’t give two shits if anyone else was laying there shot. it’s not only that too.”
he threw his fiddling hand down on his lap, licking his lips while his eyes were wandering every where else but you. “what are you saying?”
“i’m saying that it’s just a little weird. your completely closed off with everyone, even me, but stick with me and do all these gestures that suggest- you know, never mind.”
“say it.”
you bit your lip, not sure how say your next choice of words. you wondered how they would come out of your mouth rather than what you thought in your head.
“care?”
you moved to look at him, his eyes still straight ahead. finally, he looked back at you, his face ever so slightly soft, rather than the cold expression he wears.
nervous, you looked away from him and straight ahead — much like he was doing before.
“y/n, of course i care for you. i don’t know why, or how it came to be, but, i want you to be safe. i can’t have you die," he sighed before continuing, his next words quieter. "still wondering why that is."
you looked back at him quickly, his eyes widening a bit at your quick actions. “chishiya-“
but before you could finish your next choice of words, he moved his hand that wasn’t rested and pulled your face forward, his lips meeting yours. you were frozen at first, unsure on how it came to this. but once you realized what was happening, and all your questions seemed to be answered in that moment, you relaxed into it, your hand meeting his.
after the blissful moment, he pulled back slowly. “does that answer all of your questions?”
you nodded, your face red. “ye-yeah. i think it does.”
he smirked, making you chuckle. he moved closer to you and pulled you into him so your head was resting on his chest.
“sorry about your jacket. i know it’s your favorite.”
“don’t worry,” he said. “i just want you to rest.”
and as if it was on command, you began to doze off in his arms. he rubbed your shoulder gently, a piece of him finally complete now that you knew how he truly felt about you.
and vice versa.
little did you know, when you got shot, chishiya was terrified — a feeling he never felt in a place like the borderlands until that moment. right there, he knew why he cared so much about you. why he couldn’t seem to let you go.
he looked down at you, peacefully resting, and smiled. now, all his questions were answered and everything now seemed to be worth it. thankfully, you were safe in his arms so he could tell you so.
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summary 3am brings out the most vulnerable and real version of ourselves. on this particular night, you and chishiya unravel those parts of each other.
warnings mentions of parental issues, angsty, non borderland au
authors note had this idea after listening to my 3am playlist. i cant get chishiya/nijiro out of my mind fr. hope you guys enjoy this fic!
most of the world was asleep. the only light shining outside was from the moon, the stars, and some streets. slight, but there nevertheless.
in your case however, your desk and laptop screen also shining light. an unnatural and annoying light that was beginning to give you a headache.
it was about two-fifty in the morning — close to three. you and chishiya, who you’d consider a good friend in uni, were studying for your upcoming mid-term since the both of you were pre-med students.
it’s safe to say, you were stressed out. the topic you’d been learning looking like a completely different language the more you looked and attempted to learn it.
you huffed frustratingly, beginning to write in your notebook harshly and quickly. chishiya turned his attention from the textbook in front of him to you as you were making a lot of noises suggesting your stress.
“everything alright?”
at this point, chishiya was already prepared and confident for the exam. he stood by you however, because it seemed like you needed the company.
and the help.
you continued your harsh writing. “yeah, I’m fine.”
he shrugged, continuing back to his book and left you to your studying. or stabbing of your poor notebook.
your thoughts were everywhere else except where they really needed to be, going a million hours at once. the stress of this exam, intrusive thoughts of just quitting starting to enter your brain, and a random song in the background, banging in your head at once. you were tired.
maybe this is why i’m not processing all this information, you thought.
at that point, you about had it.
you turned off your desk light while standing up from your chair suddenly and made your way out of your room, chishiya’s eyebrows raising at your actions. he sighed, then followed you out.
when he made it to where you were, he saw you leaning against your kitchen counter with your head down in front of your coffee machine. the sound of it in the midst of pouring your third cup for the night, echoing throughout the silent apartment walls.
he stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do. hell, he didn’t know how to comfort anyone. weirdly, he wanted to comfort you.
you were always so bubbly — shy and introverted but outgoing when he got to know you. you cared a lot. probably too much for chishiya’s liking. you two were polar opposites but he didn’t mind. maybe, the universe put you two together for this sole reason.
“y/n?”
you picked up your head and stood up regularly, turning your body towards him. you didn’t say anything. you just looked at him blankly.
“too much coffee isn’t good for you.” he crossed his arms, leaning against the wall behind him and continued. “you should know that, you’re a med student.”
it sounded much harsher than what he had originally in his mind. but that was chishiya’s way of showing that he…cared?
you huffed. “god, chishiya. i don’t need your input. i just need to pass this goddamn exam and coffee is going to help. you’re already going to pass so i don’t know why you care.”
he just stared at you as you turned back around and poured your coffee into your hello kitty mug, reminding him of the time you FaceTimed him when you got the mug. you were so excited and happy over something that seemed so silly.
but that’s just how you were. though, he always felt like there was a part of you that he had not seen just yet. he read people scarily well and…he would know.
you breezed passed him and back into your room, cranking your music up. the aroma of your scent lingering until he followed you back in.
you were sitting on your window sill filled with all your plushies and other pillows with your textbook on your lap, flipping through the pages and sipping your coffee.
he sat across from you and looked out the view from your window. you didn’t look up from your book once.
one thing he loved about coming over to yours was the view you had. the beautiful sight of the city that the moonlight was shining upon. your music in the background making the view ethereal. it was peaceful. like a pause from the chaotic world.
his thoughts were interrupted by you flipping the page of your textbook harshly. taking yet another sip of your coffee while your eyes scanned the information.
he turned to you and kept his gaze there. despite the frustration written all over your face, you were shining against the moonlight. your soft features illuminating against it, like the moon was focusing on only you in that moment.
examining your face more, he saw tears starting to pool up in your eyes. the facade you were trying so hard to put up, finally fading away.
he paused. his attempt on comforting you earlier had failed miserably. now you were crying?
he shifted in his seat and looked back out the window, pretending not to notice. he felt uncomfortable. he didn’t know what to do. he was used to keeping his emotions inside at all times. he assumed the same for you. but now, it seems those bottled up emotions were pouring out of you and even though you didn’t want it, you let it.
he heard you sniffle, his eyes returning back to your face. you quickly wiped your tears and closed your textbook, throwing it on the ground next to you whilst placing your coffee gently atop of it.
you pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, looking out the window to the view. tears were still spilling out and now you weren’t wiping them away. you were letting your tears fall into the night. but despite your built up emotions spilling out, your face remained still and blank. your tears just grazing on top of it.
“i have a feeling this is more then the mid-term that’s on your mind,” chishiya said, breaking the silence.
you didn’t say anything for a moment, your eyes still on the view of the quiet night. you let his words sit with you because he was right. and you hated how well he could read people — especially you.
you let out a breath before speaking. “it’s not like you would care.”
you knew chishiya wasn’t the type of person to express his feelings. so why would he listen to you express yours? regardless, he surprised you with his next choice of words. “try me.”
those words had you finally looking away from the view and to him, his gaze looking at you intently. inviting you, daring you to give him a chance.
“it’s a lot,” you started, gaze looking back out the window. you let out a soft chuckle. “i’m a mess.”
you felt him scoot closer to you, his eyes burning through you to get something, anything out of you. you felt that this was his way of letting you know that he was here to listen — something you weren’t used to.
finally, you let the words fall out of your mouth.
“i don’t want to be a fucking doctor.”
the words that were engraved in your brain since the minute you started uni was finally out into the night. for only you and chishiya to hear. and now, you felt somewhat free.
you looked back at him, his eyebrows having a slight furrow to them, expressing to continue your thought. “this is not my dream. to be honest, i’m really doing this for my mother.” you spoke your next sentence quieter, practically whispering. “because she wasn’t able to because of me.”
“what do you mean?”
you bit the inside of your cheek before continuing. “she was my age when she met my dad, so close to getting into her dream university because she took a gap year.”
he scanned your face, tears still spilling but your face still remaining blank.
“she was in love with him. and well, long story short, she got pregnant with me and couldn’t follow her dreams of becoming a doctor. so that’s why i’m doing what i’m doing. but it’s not what i want.”
he pursed his lips. “you shouldn’t let her be the reason to not enjoy your life.”
“but i love her. she’s been through hell for me. and i feel like it’s my fault she never got to follow her dream.”
“it’s not though.”
“but it’s the least i could do.”
he took his eyes off of you, returning his eyes to the window. he remained quiet for a moment which only built your nerves more. maybe, you shouldn’t have said anything? maybe you should of just kept on pretending. interrupting your thoughts, he spoke. “can i tell you something?”
you hummed in response, starting to feel more at ease.
“i don’t want to be a doctor either.”
chishiya didn’t know why he decided to tell you something that was so vulnerable to him. he spent years trying to dig it so deep in his brain that he would eventually forget it. but after admitting those words aloud, he realized he was simply putting up a facade. just like you.
“for similar reasons as you. except, my father never really was there for me nor showed he cared,” he shrugged.
he guessed that telling you this unexpectedly was because he felt you. and weirdly, he felt bad for you. you cared so much that you’re doing something that doesn’t make you happy. you didn’t deserve that.
“wow,” you replied. “i didn’t know that. i’m sorry.”
he looked at you, seeing your blank expression turn into concern. you really did care a lot about others. he was surprisingly glad he was one of them. at the same time however, he didn’t deserve someone like you to care for someone like him. “don’t be. i’m fine.”
his blunt expression grew more concern for you. you weren’t sure how he would respond if you kept prodding. but you did so nevertheless. “are you sure?”
he sighed. he wasn’t sure how to answer this. no one had ever asked. “i’m doing what i can.”
you gave him a slight smile. “i think we all are. sometimes, that’s the best we could do.”
he smirked back, looking at the view once more causing you to do the same. no matter what, you two always returned your eyes to it. you both never seemed to get tired of the sight.
“what is your dream?” he asked.
you smiled, despite all the emotions you were truly feeling. no one had ever asked you that before. no one ever cared to ask. “i want to be a writer.”
“really?”
“yeah. it’s like my escape,” you leaned a bit closer to the window before continuing. “no one has ever really listened to me or know the real me. they never really cared to. but writing — it’s a way i get to express the real me. and the ideas in my head.”
he looked over at you once more. your eyes were glistening with passion. something he never saw from you. it made him smile a bit. he silently hoped that you would be able to follow your dream. it seemed like something you truly adored.
“what about you?” you asked, meeting his gaze.
he snickered. “never really thought about that.”
you simply nodded.
“maybe travel the world. there’s so many places i haven’t seen yet. i would like to see all of them if i could.”
you gasped suddenly, causing chishiya to jump from your abrupt action. “i have an idea!”
he raised his eyebrows.
“when we graduate, we should take a trip! we could go anywhere you’d like.”
“with what money?”
“we’ll save up. if not, we’ll wing it.”
he chuckled at your comment. smirking, he nodded an agreement. “sounds like a plan.”
you smiled back at him. “any particular place you have in mind?”
he thought for a moment before answering. “Switzerland. i don’t know, that place looks unreal from what i’ve seen in photos. it’s definitely on my bucket list.”
“then Switzerland is where we’ll go.”
he smiled at you. a genuine smile. it was small. so small that any other person wouldn’t have realized it. but you — you noticed.
“you know,” you started, turning your attention back to the night. “nighttime has always been my favorite.”
he tilted his head, urging for you to carry on.
“not only is the world quiet from all the chaos, but you see people’s authentic selves. during the day, you put up this mask so people don’t see the real you. cause you’re scared that if they see the real you, they’ll run off. and the world is so loud that sometimes you wish you could just take a pause from all of it. nighttime, is like that pause. with the world quiet and the moonlight shining on the world lightly, its peaceful and inviting. that’s when people take off that mask of theirs and are comfortable with their vulnerable and real selves. and whoever you’re with in that moment to share your vulnerability with, its true and authentic. not something you put up to protect yourself.”
after a moment, you looked over at him, blood rushing to your cheeks. you said a lot and felt embarrassed. but he just looked at you keenly.
“i can see you as a writer.”
you furrowed your brows, confused at his response.
“your words are beautiful.”
your eyes widened, a slight sparkle to them. his words hit you hard. the kind of hit that felt like every negative emotion in you had disappeared. the kind that made your authentic self comfortable with him. the kind that felt like it was only you two in the world.
he simply just looked away. he honestly didn’t know what to say nor do next. but he was content. cause his words were truthful. you were a beautiful person all around. and he wanted to be sure that you knew that. even though the feelings he was feeling were foreign and uncomfortable, your words were right. the nighttime and you were making the chaos in his mind bearable.
you both sat in comfortable silence with the soft music in the background. the moon seemed like it had shined brighter, now illuminating and focusing on the both of you. making you two feel safe with each other.
after the blissful moment, you glanced at the clock on your nightstand. three-thirty.
chishiya followed your eyes and turned to also see the time.
“shit,” he muttered. “i better get going.”
“yeah,” you replied, a little saddened that he was leaving.
he got up from your window sill and began to gather his things. you just watched, bringing your knees closer to you as you rested your head against them.
once he was done, he threw his backpack over his shoulder and walked towards your door. but before he opened it, he paused and looked at you. really looked at you.
“i know i don’t say this enough or show it but, i really do care for you.”
you lifted your head up, mouth slightly agape at his words. he…cared for you? he cared for you.
you smiled at his words while he slightly grinned back.
“see you tomorrow, y/n/n.”
and then, he walked out the door into the peaceful night. leaving you breathless, filled with old and new emotions but most importantly, leaving you free.
he saw the real you. he listened to you. and he cares about you.
and while you don’t know where this is going or where it will go, you do know you care for him too. more than you ever had for anyone.
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or how i imagine dating Hyunjin would be like (kind of went overboard because i love this man).
warnings: reader feels insecure when hyunjin looks at them for too long. a little suggestive in the end. hyunjin is dramatic but we love him 🫶
if you enjoy please reblog or leave a comment,, means the world to me <3
Minho's version.
"Look a bit to the left... Perfect", Hyunjin gently grips your jaw, his paint-stained fingers slightly moving your head to the side. You were in Hyunjin's little art studio, and he was halfway through sketching a portrait of you.
He didn't explain why he suddenly wanted to draw one, but his multiple kisses on your face the night before were enough to convince you.
But now that you were sitting on this chair and he's been looking at you for the past half an hour, you can't help but feel self-conscious. He was intently staring at you- you wondered if he started to notice all the imperfections on your face.
Hyunjin's brush strokes falter when he realizes that you are fidgeting with your fingers. He tries to hold your gaze, but you avoid it each time, a tight smile drawn on your lips. You scratch your throat, once, twice, and he steps away from the canvas.
"Angel," he smiles when he's right before you. He doesn't have to look down to grab your hands- they find each other instinctively. "What's wrong?".
"Nothing," you attempt to smile, but your voice is strangled, and Hyunjin feels his heart drop in his chest.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?". His voice is quiet, a stark contrast to his excited demeanor when he just started painting you.
"No! No, baby. Never", you reassure, squeezing his hand tightly. "It's just... I feel like the more you stare at me, the more you'll notice my imperfections".
"What imperfections?" he questions seriously, his head tilted to the side as if the thought of you having a flaw was inconceivable.
"I don't know... I just don't like it when people stare at me a lot, I guess".
"My love, you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen," Hyunjin leans down, leveling his eyes with yours. He needed you to know how serious he was.
"You are only saying this because you love me," you smile, and he shakes his head no vehemently. "The first time I saw you, I squeezed Jisung's arm so bad I almost broke it."
You've lost count of how many times you've heard this story. Each time you hang out with the boys, Han has to remind Hyunjin that he was starstruck when he saw you. But it still made you feel warm inside- like a blanket tightly wrapped around you.
"You looked so beautiful, and you also had this alluring aura surrounding you. I wanted to talk to you as soon as I laid my eyes on you", he pecks your nose, and you scrunch it up in response.
"And I'm glad I did because not only you're the prettiest human alive," he leans away, his hands gesturing up and down in reverence, "but your soul is the most beautiful thing about you."
"Now," he gently flicks your forehead, and you laugh, "no more talk about imperfections."
"Yes, sir!" you giggle, and he smiles softly at you. "You know what? Let's leave the portrait for another day. Come sit with me while I draw?"
"You know I can't say no to that."
And so for the next hour, Hyunjin paints your favorite flowers with you curled up in his lap. You don't talk much as he draws, but his minty breath tickles your neck and you haven't felt this content in a while.
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"Babyyy, what's wrong?" you lean into Hyunjin's side, who was seemingly ignoring you. You've just returned from running some errands to find Hyunjin sulking on the bed.
"Nothing," he huffs, turning his head away from you.
"Then why aren't you kissing me?" you whine, and he steals a glance at you.
"Because you didn't kiss me first."
"What are you talking about?" you chuckle, making him sulk even more.
"In the morning, you didn't kiss me," he grumbles, and you internally melt at his antics. Sometimes Hyunjin made you feel as if he needed your kisses to breathe.
"I did, you were asleep, but I kissed your cheek."
"Well, I didn't feel it."
"Yeah, because you were asleep, dummy," you giggle, and he finally looks at you, his tongue poking slightly against his cheek. He knows he's been ridiculous but it was too late to back out now.
"Well, then you should've woken me up!"
"I will next time", you smile at him, and he brightens up, "You promise?"
"Pinky promise". You lace your pinky with his, and you both kiss your thumbs, stamping them together.
"Now come here" You open your arms wide, and he sinks into them. His mouth falls perfectly on top of your collarbone, and he grazes it gently with his teeth, making goosebumps erupt on your skin.
"Baby?", he calls out a while later.
"Mhm?"
"On second thought, don't wake me up. I probably need the sleep", he says sheepishly, and you giggle, "I know."
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"Hey, love," Hyunjin leans in to kiss your forehead, snapping you out of your haze.
"Hey," you turn your eyes back to the TV, hugging your knees tighter to your chest. You weren't really watching the movie you put on; you just needed something to take your mind off the weight on your chest.
"Bad day?" he asks, his tone soft, and you nod silently.
Hyunjin kisses your head again, and for a second, the world around you stills and you feel okay. But his lips quickly leave you, and you're left aching for his hold.
"Wait here," he tells you, and you hum in reply; you couldn't move even if you wanted to.
Ten minutes later, Hyunjin comes back to the living room. He pulls you up and leads you to the bathroom. There, you find some candles lit up and rose petals thrown on the ground.
"Let me take care of you," he says as he starts to undress you. You appreciated how he kept his voice barely above a whisper; the bathroom was fit for hushed conversations only.
When you are both bare in front of one another, he pulls you into the bath he filled- your back flush against his chest, and you sigh contently.
Hyunjin pours some gel wash into his hands, then rubs it on your skin, skillfully massaging your tense body. He's so gentle with you- his touch is featherlight, and his mouth leaves a sweet trail of kisses on your back. You feel as if you are floating in space, somewhere where no one can hurt you.
You notice that he used his gel wash, not yours; and soon his scent surrounds you until all you could smell is him. You know that you will carry Hyunjin with you throughout the night, and the following morning when he is no longer there. His scent on your skin will remind you of how he took care of you; how he held you so close to him until you both became one.
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"You don't have to stick your nose in the painting to see it", you giggle, and Hyunjin leans away, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.
"I'm trying to see the details. Leave me alone", he pokes his tongue out at you, and you retaliate with the same childish gesture, which in turn makes the both of you chuckle.
You lean your cheek against Hyunjin's arm, and you both contemplate the painting in comfortable silence. "I really wanna be poetic, but this just looks like a child's drawing," you finally say, and he laughs loudly, head tipped back- you can't help but stare in awe at how much joy suits him.
"That's what I thought too!" he high-fives you excitedly before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the next painting.
It's one of a Renaissance couple kissing, their hands cradling each other's cheeks closely- as if they can't possibly get enough of each other.
"Now this is beautiful", you sigh, and he pokes your side gently. "Let's recreate it."
"You just want an excuse to kiss me", you wiggle your brows at him, and he holds your jaw, beckoning you closer to him.
"And what about it?" he smiles bashfully before crashing his soft lips on yours.
Hyunjin might be biased, but he thinks that if someone were to capture this moment, it would look much better than the painting behind you two.
°°°°°°°°°
"This bag is so heavy," Hyunjin whines, and you stare at him pointedly, "I told you not to buy all that stuff."
"But they were dumpling-themed toys for dogs! I had to get them for Kkami."
"That dog doesn't even like you," you tease, and Hyunjin screeches loudly, stopping in his tracks. "How dare you!"
As you two continue your bickering, an old couple passes you hand in hand. They are seemingly arguing, but as you near them, you can tell they are just joking- just like you two. The fond way they gazed at each other with was a clear testimony of their love.
You and Hyunjin both turn to look at each other; mouths slightly hang agape. "I just got chills," he whispers, and you nod in agreement, "I think we just saw our future selves."
"I can't believe you'll annoy me even when I'm seventy", he jokes, and you lightly punch his side. But in true Hyunjin fashion, he yelps loudly as if you had hurt him.
"Will you still be this dramatic when we are older?"
"This is the only correct way of living", he declares solemnly, and you laugh heartily. The truth is, you wouldn't have it any other way.
Hyunjin throws his arm over your shoulders, bringing you closer to his side. He presses a quick kiss to your head, and you wrap your arm around his middle, resuming your walk.
"I was always afraid of growing up, but it doesn't seem as daunting with you. Because I know I'll have you with me in the end", he says and you beam at his words.
"I can't wait to meet every version of ourselves."
"I know I'll love you in each."
"Yeah? Even if I annoy you every day?" you smile cheekily, and he pinches your cheek affectionately.
"Even then. You are my last love, yn".
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"Don't come in!", Hyunjin shouts as soon as you open the door. His arms are open wide like a shield blocking you from stepping forward.
"And why is that...?", you chuckle, slightly pushing him away to pass. He doesn't budge, and you frown.
"Please just go, go, go," he grabs your shoulders, spinning you around until you are facing the door again.
"Hyunjin, what are you hiding?" you ask, amused as you free yourself from his grip. He looks everywhere but at you, and doubt starts to seep inside you.
"Are you... are you with someone?"
"NO! God, no, how could you think that?"
"Well, you are acting suspicious, I don't know!" You throw your hands up in the air defensively, and he sighs.
"Fine, come see."
Hyunjin walks first into the kitchen, and you gasp softly. To say it's a mess would be an understatement. There are pots everywhere, flour on the ground, and some clearly not-edible cookies on the table.
"This is embarrassing" He hides his face between his hands, and you giggle, gently removing them.
"Did you try to bake for me?" you coo, leaning your face into his until your noses brush together.
"Yeah, I know you've been working hard, and I wanted to surprise you. But clearly, I shouldn't have."
You feel your heart clench at the defeated look on his face, so to cheer him up, you grab a cookie from the tray. Its brown color throws you off, but you still take a big bite. You try your hardest not to scrunch your nose because he definitely used salt and not sugar, and oh- that's an eggshell you are chewing right now.
"This is yummy," you force out, and he rolls his eyes at your blatant lies.
"Please spit it out. I don't want you to die from food poisoning."
You oblige eagerly, thankful for the opening, and Hyunjin leans against the counter, gazing sadly at the cookies.
"You are the best boyfriend in the world. You know that?"
He timidly shakes his head no, and you smile softly at him, "You are. Now let's clean this and order pizza. I'm starving."
"You are not mad?"
"Why would I be?"
"The kitchen is a mess."
"Well, it's our mess to clean up., And you doing this for me made me so so happy." You stand on your tiptoes and grab the back of his neck, pulling him downward for a kiss. When he leans away, you smile cheekily at him, and he rolls his eyes at you, "Come on, just say it."
"Leave the cookies to Felix."
"Noted."
°°°°°°°°°°°
"Guess who?" you whisper in Hyunjin's ears as you cover his eyes with your hands.
"An intruder who is oddly romantic?", Hyunjin jokes, and you flick the back of his head playfully, "I hate you."
Hyunjin turns around to grab your arm and drags you across the couch. "You love meee", he singsongs as he makes you stand between his legs.
"Yeah, I do" you giggle, and he looks up at you.
He looks so pretty from this angle, you think, his eyes wide and sincere poring into yours. You liked how Hyunjin never hid any of his emotions from you; and right now, you could clearly see the adoration he felt for you painted on his face.
You swipe your thumb affectionately across his cheek, and he leans into your touch, totally unguarded. "Your birthday is in a month," you grin at him, "but since you'll be busy, I figured I'll give you your gift early on."
"You are my gift," his reply is instant. You once thought phrases like those were cheesy but quickly realized that Hyunjin means them. He says them so easily because it's the truth for him.
"I think you'll really like this present," you smile excitedly as you pull out an envelope from your back pocket.
"Open it," you urge him, and he does as you say. He takes out two plane tickets and looks up at you, confused.
"What are those?"
"We are going to Paris!"
"We are?"
"Yes! In a week. I've prepared everything! I made all the reservations and a list of all the places we could visit. And I got us an exclusive tour of the exhibition you've been dying to see", you explain happily. You've been planning for this trip for a month now, you wanted it to be perfect for him.
Hyunjin's eyes well up with tears and he bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying. You knew how badly he wanted to go to Paris, and you went to all of these lengths to make him happy.
"Yn... I..." he stammers, and you hold his hands, gently squeezing them into yours. "It's okay, Jinnie. I know."
"No, I need to say it... I..." he pulls you onto his lap and you place your legs on either side of his body. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, and you pat his back gently, giving him a few moments to gather his thoughts.
"The reason why I wanted to draw your portrait is because I wanted you to see yourself how I see you. I wanted to capture you in a way only I can because I'm so in love with you.", he pauses and you kiss his temple, overcome by emotion.
"I hoped that decades from now, someone would find those portraits and they will see how perfect you are. This way, you'll live again through my paintings and my love for you."
"Jinnie...." you whisper, at loss for words. Now it was your turn to tear up.
"Can I finish your portrait in Paris?", he clears his throat and you giggle through your tears, "Please."
"We also should get a portrait done of the two of us on the streets. And we'll hang it in the living room."
"Isn't that a bit pretentious?"
"It's our home. Who's picture are we going to frame? Han?"
"I mean he is our biggest supporter...", you trail off and he laughs at your words, "He really is. But I'm your number one fan."
"Prove it", you smirk and he flips you around until you are laying on the couch and he's caging you with his arms- the necklace he bought with your initial on it dangling over you.
"Oh I will."
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(if you want to know how Hyunjin celebrated op's birthday, you can read When I fell in love heheheh)
》 Soft thought - Straddling Hyunjin's lap, and hugging into him while he's drawing
It'd be past midnight, and he would be working on some rough sketches when you straddle him and hug close into his chest. It was a relaxing, low-vibe kind of night, with only the warm light from his desk lamp and the lamp beside your bed illuminating the room. You rest your head on his shoulder, arms around his neck with your eyes closed, listening to calm music playing out of Hyunjin's phone and the soft scuffing of his pencil across the paper. He's still comfortably able to see and reach past you to draw, thanks to his long limbs, and leans down to kiss the top of your head every now and then. He loved this so much and could sit here forever with you in his arms. The steady rise and fall of your chest from your breathing was soothing to him and he found comfort in the weight of you on top of him while you let yourself relax on his shoulder. He felt so lucky to have you, so happy that you wanted to sit with him in his company; it made him feel loved.
Hyunjin acknowledges you often, and keeps a hand on your back to rub small circles with his thumb while he draws. After making some progress he pauses to analyse his sketch, tilting his head down and pressing his cheek into your head without taking his eyes off the paper. The smell of your hair is sweet and floral, and he stays there for a moment while contemplating what else to add to his drawing. By now the strength you had been holding him with was weaker and he noticed your arms were softer around his neck. He lifts his head to look down at you...
"You still with me, love?" he asks, admiring how cute you looked resting in his arms.
"mmhm", you mumble back, readjusting to nuzzle closer into his neck. You were starting to dose off.
Hyunjin chuckles lightly under his breath and brushes over your hair with his hand. He thinks you're so adorable like this...
"Perhaps it's time we went to bed, hey?",
He stared down at you lovingly until he got another mumbled agreement from you.
Smiling in adoration, he kisses the top of your head before reaching past you to click the desk lamp off. You cling to him tighter when he pushes away from the desk and stands up, carrying you with him. Pulling the doona covers back with one hand was a little awkward since you were still latched onto him but he managed, gently laying you down and pulling the covers back over to keep you warm. You stir slightly, drowsily watching for him to crawl into bed next to you. He switched off the other lamp, and joined you under the covers, pulling you in close to his chest.
"I love you Jinnie", you say getting comfortable again. His heart flutters at your words and he starts to draw small, soothing patterns across your back, admiring you as you drift off to sleep...
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Hello:) I would like to make a request. Fem reader x Chishiya during her period? In borderland au. Yk I have really bad cramps rn and I need some fluff with my fav character. I hope thats ok, thank you in advance!!
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chishiya shuntaro x fem!reader
word count 1.3k
warnings reader on her period, bittt of ooc chishiya & just pure fluff !!
authors note hi love! thank u sm for the request! sorry it’s a bit late i’ve been crazy busy with school but i hope u enjoy <3
chishiya leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, peering below at all the people getting ready for their next game. he squinted his eyes, glancing over people who meant nothing to him.
he was looking for one person and one person only.
a sigh escaped his lips, his blonde hair in front of his face moving slightly with it. he rested his head to the wall he was leaning against and continued his gaze down at the scrambling people below him.
“whatcha doing?”
chishiya peered to his right to see kuina now next to him chewing on her dummy cigarette.
“have you seen y/n?” he asked disregarding her question.
“no, why?”
“she has a game today and i don’t see her anywhere.”
kuina chuckled, taking the dummy cigarette out her mouth. “you know her schedule?”
chishiya narrowed his eyes to the girl. her smile left her face as she peered down to look at the people getting ready for their game. “i don’t see her. have you tried checking her room?”
the blonde huffed, uncrossing his arms and putting them in his pockets. “she’s not supposed to be in her room.”
he moved himself off the wall and walked away to head to your room. kuina looked over her shoulder at the hooded boy and shook her head. “stubborn.”
your room wasn’t too far from where he was so he arrived quickly. being sure to knock, he placed his ear against the door, listening for anything at this point.
nothing.
he sighed and slowly opened the door, not seeing anything at all because of the darkness of the room. he flipped the light switch on and was met with your cringe expression from the brightness of the room so suddenly.
you were under the covers, your hair a mess while rubbing your eyes.
“what the hell?” you dragged out.
chishiya closed the door behind him and walked over to you, placing his hands back in his pockets. “what are you doing here? get up.”
he began to practically rip the sheets off of you, seeing you hugging your waist like you were in pain.
you were frustrated at this point. you groaned, yanking the sheets out of his grasp and placing them back over your body. “what is your problem?”
chishiya’s mind was still stuck on the expression on your face and your arms wrapped around you. your body language suggested that you were in pain. he yanked the covers once more and motioned for you to sit up.
“chishi-“
“shut up.”
“what?”
he looked at you blankly. “are you hurt?”
you blinked, confused at his sudden outburst in your room and his concern for you.
what’s with him?
“no? why did you burst in here?”
“you have a game tonight. don’t you remember?” he let out a breath, shifting his feet before continuing. “now stop lying and tell me where you’re hurt.”
you stayed silent for a few moments before chuckling, laying back down under the covers. “you’re a dumbass.”
chishiya furrowed his brows while you just smirked, an amused look written all over your face. “one, i don’t have a game tonight, i have a few extra days on my visa. two, i’m on my period and have really bad cramps. three, how the hell do you know my schedule?”
chishiya’s eyes widened slightly, his usual blank expression still on his face. you chuckled at this, sitting up once more and moving to the other side of the bed. you patted to the empty space next to you.
he hesitated before accepting your offer. he sat down towards the edge of the bed, one foot on the side of it and relaxed against the headboard, letting out a deep sigh.
“guess i got your days mixed up,” he finally said, breaking the silence.
you snickered, looking over at him. he met your gaze, a slight smile slowly appearing. you let out a short breath to say something else when all of a sudden, you were met with cold air and chishiya heading out the door in a rush.
what the fuck, you muttered to yourself.
you brushed it off though — you were cramping really bad and all you wanted was to lay in bed and get some rest especially before your next game in a couple of days.
you got under the covers, turning over to your side and shutting your eyes to hopefully get some sleep. it’s been hard to get sleep in a place like the borderlands so you tried to get some any chance you could get.
you still left the space chishiya was at vacant — if he ever decided to come back.
while laying there for a few moments, you thought about why he cared so much about your schedule. and how he knew it.
chishiya is the type of person to only really care about himself. in a way, you admired that since you were the complete opposite. little did you know, chishiya admired that about you. he just kept it to himself.
you guessed that’s why you guys made a great pair and stuck together. cause why else would he have stayed with you this long? let alone, start to show that he had cared about you enough to know your schedule and even remind you.
after what was about fifteen minutes, you heard the door open. you turned your side, and saw chishiya with what looked like medicine and a bottle of water in his hands.
“sit up,” he simply said once he made his way over to you.
you followed his orders, blood rushing in your cheeks in delight and shock.
he sat down next to you in the same spot as last time. he handed you two pills of what looked like pain killers and a water with no word shared between you two. you just followed his orders.
once you were finished, he went in his pocket and pulled out a yellow packaging of cookies.
“these are my favorite. i think you’ll enjoy them.”
you looked at the cookies then at him. tears started to form in your eyes and while you knew chishiya wasn’t a physical affectionate person, let alone affectionate, you couldn’t help it.
you pulled him into a hug while he stood stiff, his eyes widening at this sudden reaction. “woah. uh.”
you pulled away quickly, chuckling. “sorry, sorry. this is just really sweet and i’m really emotional right now.”
you wiped away a few tears that fell from your eyes, your face still red but now from embarrassment. he snickered, a smirk forming on his lips.
“you want the cookies? cause if not i’m going to eat them.”
“gimmie.”
you grabbed the yellow bag of cookies out of his hands and began to slowly eat them, the taste of them causing you to make a noise of delight.
“told you they were good.”
you smiled in response, eating more of the cookies with a big smile in your face. chishiya relaxed against the bed, watching you until you finished your cookies.
you gave your empty bag of cookies to chishiya, him placing it on the night stand next to him. you laid back down on the bed, your cramps were starting to go away thanks to the medicine and now, your sweet cravings were fulfilled.
you felt a great sleep ahead of you. and a much needed one.
you got under the covers, wrapping them all around you and let out a breath of relief.
“feel better?” the blonde asked.
“yes much better.” you said groggily, looking up at him. “thank you.”
he looked back down at you and simply nodded. and after a few moments, you were fast asleep, soft snores coming out of you.
chishiya got up to turn off the light, then came back to sit next to you.
he moved a strand of hair away from your face and admired you. he admired how peaceful you looked. how rare it was to see you in such a restful and peaceful state in this world. he secretly wish it could be like this all the time.
his goal was to get the both of you out of here. no matter what it would take. he wanted moments like this to be something that was normal and natural for you two.
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