hani

(main masterlist !☆)

alice in boderland/aib , assassination classroom , jujutsu kaisen , one piece , haikyuu , genshin impact , bullet train , (more tba. . .)

(au masterlist. . .☆)

(more tba. . .)

. . .resources 1 2 3 ! music recs ! abt me ! prims library !. . .

yeonjun went home that day feeling like he was walking on clouds. not only did he secure a date with you, but he also scored your phone number. he didn’t know whether to text you right after school or not. would that have been too early? he didn’t want to seem desperate and scare you away. he had one chance to prove himself to you- and he couldn’t ruin it. poor boy sat in his bed all evening, staring at his phone, wondering whether you would do him a favor and text him first. he kept on opening the message app, continuously typing and deleting paragraphs of text.

“hey :)” no- that’s too vague. “did you arrive home safely?” it was too early for questions like that. “so about the date-“ he didn’t even have anything in mind yet, he just knew that he wanted to see you again as soon as possible.

oh. the realisation hit- he had been so busy worrying whether the love letter would work or not- that he didn’t even make a plan for a possible date. yeonjun turned off his phone, letting his back fall against the mattress with a thud. he was screwed. he had never planned a romantic date before. he couldn’t even ask his friends for advice, as they would only make fun of him further. he was too determined to give up though- he got up, silently hyping himself up in his mind as he went over to grab a notebook from his desk. what was the perfect recipe for love?

after thorough research on love advice blogs, 3 ripped sheets of paper and a mental breakdown later, yeonjun managed to come up with the necessary steps -which he hoped were enough- to make you fall for him:

1. pick y/n up from home

2. walk around the park together

3. have a night picnic by the lake

4. get ice cream for dessert (excuse to spend more time with her)

5. walk y/n home (hold her hand if the date went well)

6. kiss y/n on the cheek before leaving

he looked at the sheet of paper with a proud smile- there was no way he could go wrong with that. going to sleep with a lighter heart, he decided that it would be better to ask you in person whether you’re free or not for the date.

turns out that’s much easier said than done. yeonjun only knew when you had bio at the lab. he skipped the class he had at that same time, waiting somewhere close (yet not too close) to the door to catch you going out. he felt like he was going crazy as he paced around the hallway, impatiently glancing at his watch. were classes always this long? his heart was close to giving out when the bell finally came to his rescue. he could spot you any time now, and his hands were starting to get a bit clammy.

you walked out the door, waving at him as you walked towards his direction. shit- he didn’t expect you to approach him right away. he sent a small wave back, fixing his tie a bit as he rehearsed his lines again, even though that’s all he had been doing for the past hour or so.

“hey, didn’t expect to see you here” you greeted him “what’s up?”

yeonjun’s face almost fell- you stole his first line.

“i, uh- had to deliver some documents to the library” he blurted out a quick lie, at which you frowned “isn’t the library on the first floor though?”

yeonjun wanted to slap himself in the face. he didn’t know where the school’s library was, he could have come up with something better.

“yeah, i- you know, thought i might as well get a few more steps in. gotta keep in shape” he tried to save himself. not wanting to dig his grave further, he changed the topic right after “anyway- since you’re here, maybe we could settle that date...?”

“oh-“ your face lit up “sure, i’ve been waiting for you to say something about it actually”

yeonjun fought the urge to pinch himself upon hearing that. you’ve been thinking about it too? was he surely not dreaming? he was disappointed that he ended up not texting you last night, but at least he came up with a solid date plan.

“how about saturday? are you free then?” yeonjun asked. finally, he used one the ‘lines’ he had prepared for today.

“saturday sounds good- text me the hour later? i promised winter i’ll meet her after class” you gave yeonjun an apologetic smile. you wished you could have stayed and chatted more, but winter wasn’t exactly a patient person and you didn’t want to get scolded by her.

“sure, see you later then” he replied. now he had an excuse to text you tonight, and he was more than happy for that.

yeonjun chuckled as he watched you run down the flight of stairs. he placed a hand over his heart, wondering how it was possible for it to beat so fast when you were around him.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

store bought food wasn’t enough for the picnic, yeonjun thought you deserved much better treatment than that. he made a few attempts at preparing a meal, only to end up on kang taehyun’s doorsteps, head down low as he begged on his knees to teach him how to cook a proper dish. he couldn’t show up at the date with that severely burnt quiche he had made earlier. taehyun agreed on one condition: he wanted a new set of dumbbells in exchange.

yeonjun sighed as he looked at his wallet, accepting the offer regardless. he had no other option- he could afford to spend a few bucks more if it was for you.

the quiche recipe ended up being a success this time, the picnic basket slowly filling up with more appetizers and sandwiches. still, no desserts were added, as he insisted on carrying on with the ice cream part of the plan. the only thing left to put in were the fruit ciders- he bought 5 different flavors, just to make sure that you’ll find one that suits your tastes.

arriving in from of your house, yeonjun hummed, his fingers dancing along the steering wheel as he waited for you to come “it’s gonna go well” he reassured himself.

you walked on the porch, watching as he scrambled to step outside of the car and open the door for you. “thank you” you giggled. it was a bit cheesy, but extremely endearing. you didn’t expect him to be more of a nervous wreck than you, as you had never been on a date before. you could notice how stressed out he was, his hands trembled a bit and his voice was shaky.

“all ready? you can put on some music if you want” yeonjun handed you his phone, wishing to subtly find out more about your music taste. he didn’t know, that your intentions were exactly the same. you snooped around his liked songs quickly, acting like you were “lost in thought”, then chose a song that was familiar to you. a common interest was always a good conversation starter.

“oh- i love this song” he exclaimed, turning up the volume a bit.

“me too” you whispered softly. your heart was beginning to thump a bit more in your chest, the wind blowing through the lightly opened window filling your body up with excitement for this all-new experience. maybe it was good that you didn’t ultimately choose to turn him down.

after the car drive there was over, you could notice yeonjun’s body getting all tense again. now he was all on his own, without the help of music to fill up any moments of silence. he was a bit unsure how to properly break the ice, making awkward comments such as “the weather is so nice today” or “i’ve never seen these flowers before” as you walked towards the picnic spot. you fought the urge not to snicker, it was cute to see him try.

maybe it was the fresh air- maybe it was the sun? or maybe it was the fact that his brain had at long last started to accept your date as reality, that made him become a bit more at ease. his movements weren’t that clumsy anymore as he laid the blue-checkered blanket on the grass, placing the picnic basket on it. he sat down quite close to you as he took out the food, your knees touching, but you didn’t mind it. the food kept on coming and coming- the blanket soon ended up being covered whole with a meal that was possibly enough for two families.

“i wasn’t sure what you liked so...” his voice trailed off, smiling sheepishly as he also brought out the variety of fruit ciders. you were speechless- when he first suggested the date, you would have never expected him to put in so much effort. hell- you were not even fully expecting him to show up.

he motioned with his hands towards the quiche. he had been constantly eyeing it this entire time, he must have put in a lot of effort to make it- you had to try it. you could see his eyes sparkle the moment you bit into it. he refrained himself from touching any of the food, waiting for your reaction.

“woah- that’s so good” you exclaimed “how did you make it?”

“chef’s secret” he snickered. a small lie wouldn’t hurt- you didn’t need to know that the ‘secret’ was actually taehyun’s help. he reached out for a piece himself, nodding in approval as he took the first bite. he put his blood, sweat and tears into this- and it was all worth it.

“well then- i guess i’ll have to come over to your house sometime so that you can teach me” you nudged him.

“what-“ a harsh coughing fit took over yeonjun- his ears turning bright red because of you once again. “take this” you handed him a water bottle, patting his back to help him calm down. he pouted once the whole circus was over- he was enjoying your attention on him, there was no denying that, but he wanted to be the one to fully take care of you tonight, not the other way around.

he was happy when the opportunity to do so revealed itself in front of him: it’s been a while since you two first met up, and he took note of the way the night’s cold breeze made your shoulders shake, your hands coming to rub your arms as you tried to keep yourself warm. yeonjun took off his jacket, handing it over to you “here” he held it up behind you, waiting for you to slide your arms in the sleeves.

“are you sure? i don’t want you to feel cold either” you hesitated.

“i’ll be fine- don’t worry” he reassured you “come on” he laughed, shaking the jacket slightly as a sign for you to put it on.

while you continued to enjoy the food, the song that started playing from his speaker was the exact same one that you listened to in the car: a slow, mellow ballad, a note of peace to his still racing heart “join me for a dance?” he stood up, gulping as he held out his hand towards you. you paused midway as you reached for it, your doubts getting the better of you “i don’t know how to dance though”

“i’ll teach you” a soft smile tugged on the corner of his mouth.

“okay but- don’t laugh” you wrapped your fingers around his, his much bigger hand enveloping yours in warmth, holding it with an utmost gentle grip “i won’t laugh” his other hand slid down to your waist, peering into your eyes for any signs of discomfort before continuing, swaying your body slowly to the rhythm of the music “you’re not bad” he chuckled, holding you a tad bit closer towards his body. the small distance was making your heart rate pick up. you locked eyes with him, his black bangs slightly falling on your face, tickling the skin on your cheeks “don’t jinx it- i might end up stepping on your foot” you nervously laughed, the atmosphere all too intense for you “as long as we don’t stumble in the lake- i don’t think that’s a problem” he joked back, his sweet gaze allowing you to feel more at ease.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

as much as you enjoyed the peacefulness of the park late at night, at some point, the cold got too much for the both of you to bear. you gathered your things and headed back to yeonjun’s car, not having a single idea that he wouldn’t take you straight home. your face instantly lit up upon seeing the entrance of an ice cream shop in front of you.

“what flavor are you getting?” you asked, eyes completely absorbed by the wide selection in front of you, fighting the urge not to touch the glass display like a little kid. yeonjun wasn’t even looking at the flavors, his gaze softened as he watched you, he’d take you to an ice cream shop every day if it meant getting to see that smile of yours again. the lack of answer made you turn around to look at him, making yeonjun finally snap out of that daze. he cleared his throat, brushing off the embarrassment. he pondered for a while, wondering whether to choose his true favorite flavor or not. everything has been going really good so far- what if that was a deal-breaker for you?

“mint choco...” he muttered at last. his body flinched slightly, waiting upon your reaction.

“cool- i’ll have caramel” you clapped your hands lightly before going up to the counter. yeonjun stood still for a little bit. “cool?” he whispered, repeating your own words. the usual reaction to his ice cream preferences was either a silent, disgusted scowl, or a childish remark, like “doesn’t it taste like toothpaste?” he didn’t know whether you were a fan of it too or not, but he felt touched that you didn’t judge his taste. he joined you to decorate your ice creams, placing a heart-shaped wafer on top of both of them, the sight making you smile as you used your phone to take a pic.

going back to the counter, yeonjun quickly took his card out to pay for the desserts, beating you to it.

“ah- you’ve already spoiled me so much today, let me pay you back” you argued, taking your cup and spoon from his hand. yeonjun placed his hand over your purse’s zipper, shielding it away from you “don’t- please, seeing your smile was more than enough to make it worth it” he said in one breath.

“you’re so cheesy” you snorted, trying to brush off the way his comment easily made your heart sway.

“you like it” he retorted.

“maybe” you stepped out of the ice cream shop, yeonjun following right after you. your house wasn’t that far away from there, so you chose to walk there instead. if you would have taken the car again, the time left to spend with you would be too little.

“my hand froze from holding this for so long” you complained once you finished your ice cream, taking the cup to the nearest trashcan.

“i can help with that” yeonjun stopped in his spot, rubbing your hands in his as he warmed them up with his hot breath. “is this okay?” he whispered, interlacing your hands together.

you nodded, beginning to walk again together, hand in hand this time, pink blush adoring both of your cheeks. his 5th objective was now achieved, there was only one last step from his plan left- the kiss. as the alleyway to your house was coming closer and closer into sight, you slowed down your pace, each step feeling heavier. yeonjun wished he could pause time for a bit to stay a bit longer with you, he wasn’t ready to let go of your hand just yet. his head was invaded by a swarm of worries, should he ask for the kiss? should he steal it? would that be charming? what if that earns a slap from you instead-

that train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of your lips softly landing on his cheek, the action followed by a giggle right after “thank you for tonight, i had fun” you said softly.

“does this-“ he chuckled, motioning to his cheek before nervously running his hand through his hair “does this mean that you’ll give me a chance?” his voice trailed off a bit.

“hmm, maybe- yes, most likely“ you smiled “depends. when’s the next date?”

replicating your earlier gesture- yeonjun leaned closer to you, pressing a quick kiss to your own cheek “as soon as possible?”

“Fuck you. Alls I know is she is doing a good job keeping him distracted and occupied. You’re just possessive as shit.”

Paul, the target, is playfully toying at your ankle which was previously stroking against his calf. You take it as a sign to get closer. He determines your next move before you can by grabbing your hips to tug you forward to straddle his lap. Tangerine is blowing a long expel of air out of his nose while he watches. Fortunately, the noise of frustration is only heard by Lemon. Who pauses his newly begun story to snicker at his brother’s annoyance.

“You’re not listening.”

“Haven’t you said that’s one of my faults?” he grits out.

“Oh! So you do listen?”

One checkpoint in this mission was to figure out how to stun Paul without killing him. The Twins were hired to locate this man and bring him back to Vincenzo, a stereotypical Italian Mafia boss. Apparently, Paul worked alongside him before going AWOL and owes him a lot of money and knows too much. The Twins really dumbed down the explanation of this operation to you while driving to the station. All you knew was that you got a chance to help out your boyfriend and his brother. They’re finally letting you into their world. And it felt amazing.

But their most important focus, since letting you tag along, was that they wanted you to stay safe. So, your task was to seduce Paul into thinking he’s about to have a quick fuck in the train bathroom. Only to be met with one of the Twins who will stun him, out of the public eye, and haul his unconscious body off the train once arriving at Cinque Terre, where they’ll meet with Vincenzo’s goons.

But that was with the impression that you could just use your charm to lure Paul to the bathroom. They underestimated just how shamelessly horny this guy could be. He knows there are at least two other people in this train car with him but here he is sneaking his hands up your dress.

Tangerine's eyes never left you. He was watching. Monitoring. While it was torture to see you get groped by this scumbag, he knew it was all a part of the plan. But the idea of Paul actually believing he could get lucky with you makes his hands grip the armrests even tighter. They’re meant to let this play out but this feels wrong, and he’d be damned if the guy’s fingers creep any further up your leg.

You mask any indication that you’re uncomfortable with Paul’s hands all over you by nervously laughing. To men that just sounds like flirtatious giggles. Good cover. He buries his face into your neck, the way Tangerine does to breathe you in in the mornings when he grants himself a few extra lazy moments to stay in bed. To ignore the disgust in the pit of your stomach, risk ruining the plan, and disappoint the Twins, you’re putting yourself in this recent memory of Tangerine grabbing for you after work. His hands transform into Tan’s, which are now gripping too harshly at your hips. 'His' newly shaved face rubbing against your sensitive skin. 'His' dick pressing against you…-

okay, that’s enough!

He is not Tangerine. You’re realizing you’re truly in over your head thinking you could disconnect enough to assist them in a mission.

From the angle you’re perched on Paul’s lap, you can see over his seat. You steal a glance towards the Twins. Tangerine’s eyes immediately find yours. They were empty. You can’t react fast enough to send him any sign of reassurance. But his look was a confirmation that you needed to stop whatever this was. You pull back to stare down at Paul. Forcing a smile. Hands caress his chest as you climb off of him.

You fake a seductive look before sauntering down the aisle toward the restroom. Your fingers dance over Tangerine's arm as you pass as a form of comfort. It's assumed Paul was too focused on your departure to notice the secret interaction. But Tangerine doesn't miss the way Paul's eyes are glued to your ass, with your dress partially hiked in the back.

"Fuck the plan," he seethes.

He’s up. Slamming Paul's head into the window. Lemon is incoherently scolding Tangerine while lunging out of his seat after him. You freeze in your tracks at the sound of commotion. Once you spin around you’re greeted with Tangerine’s blind frenzy.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Your words fall on deaf ears. Tangerine’s fist pounds into Paul’s lip. It’s evident that the initial blow to the window knocked him out immediately. The guy’s limp body shook with Tangerine's beating. His strong thighs pinned him to the ground. Each collision to his face spits out blood that was pooling in his mouth. Some of it splattered on Lemon’s sleeve during his efforts to stop his raging brother.

“Oh, come on. You got blood on me, you twat.”

“Tan, stop it! Lemon. People could come through at any second. Please do something.”

As Tangerine revs his arm back for another swing, Lemon grabs it to harshly stop him. Pinning it down tight against his back. Tangerine squirms to break out of his hold. But Lemon smacks him upside the head in what only can be described as a brotherly fashion.

Tangerine is panting. Paul lays unmoving underneath him. His chest still rising and falling. The only telltale sign that Tangerine didn't kill him.

"I guess I'm on clean-up duty," Lemon huffs as he shoves Tangerine out of the way.

____

You're all sat in silence. Tangerine next to you; face stoic but thigh bouncing through the remaining adrenaline. In the aftermath, he was a second away from dragging you off to the bathroom to rid himself faster of this chemical imbalance. But Lemon was grumbling insults as he tidied up, and Tangerine wanted to avoid the chances of a full-on scolding from Lemon for sneaking off to fuck after wreaking havoc. Your hand rests on his leg; slowing it to a stop.

Lemon is sitting opposite you, next to Paul. His hands are bound with a phone charger below the table to avoid suspicion from a passerby.

“This definitely was one way to subdue the target.”

As he directs that comment toward Tangerine, he places an angry-looking cartoon train on Paul's forehead. The blood on his face makes his skin tacky and the sticker loses its adhesive. Causing it to slowly slide down the bridge of his nose, almost like a real train disembarking out of a station down some winding tracks.

"But it was a bit of an overkill."