#dpr x reader

Going outside isn't really your main thing; you want more to just stay indoors than outdoors.

It's not like you dislike going outside of your home, no, but the crowd of people always gets to you. Moreover, how people would like to stare. Sure, they meant no ill intent, but you still couldn't help but feel like they judged.

And so, you prefer to be at home.

Still, despite this, you found yourself taking daily walks on the path you found by a nearby forest. You never reached the end of the path, yet the trees, but you still couldn’t help but feel as if they did.

Yet, it doesn’t stop you from going on walks in the nearby forest, as it is rarely entered by other people, as they prefer going to more open spaces. Good for you, you thought.

Additionally, you sometimes bring small, packed snacks with you whenever you feel hungry mid-walk. And it was one of those days you felt like bringing some.

After a little more walking through the forest, you took out the packed snack you had, opened it, and started to pick out a few to eat.

Then, you heard something.

A muffled—yet somehow loud—sound.

“Caw!”

It made you freeze on your steps with the suddenness of the sound.

What the hell? You thought.

From a distance, a single crow watched, gazing as if looking directly at you.

Or was it looking at your food?

Thinking, “Why not?” You slowly placed down a few pieces of your snack on the ground. You thought that maybe, just maybe, the crow would come down and take them.

And of course, your actions were understood by the bird.

The bird cawed, flying down until it landed just a few meters from the snacks on the ground before looking at you, then back at the snacks, then back at you.

You didn't know why, but why did it feel like the crow was questioning you if this was all right? Alright for it to take the snack?

I just nodded for it to take them, as well as taking a few steps back, just in case it was why it wasn't taking the snacks immediately.

In the end, the crow cawed again before hopping towards the snacks, eating them one by one.

“It ate them so quickly…” You thought to yourself, thinking about giving it another piece, as I ate one for myself.

As if hearing your thoughts, it looked up at you and cawed.

But before you could throw another in its direction, it flew up towards you before finding itself a spot on your shoulder.

Scooting closer, it stared at your hand, then at you, and back at your hand.

Does it want another one? You thought, but not before long, the crow cawed and grabbed a snack from the bag instead.

“Okay…” you sighed, letting the crow eat on your shoulder.

So, this is your life now, huh?

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The crow didn't make another sound until it realized you were going home.

It cawed at you for a good minute as you walked back from where you came from, screaming as if you had offended it by not going further into the forest.

“Sorry, not my place for rest,” I said as if I thought the crow would respond—but from the way it responded made you feel like it does—you continued to go back.

You didn't stop until the crow suddenly started pecking at you as if trying to catch your attention.

Cursing, you stopped to look at the bird square in its face and spoke, “Alright, what do you damn want, you damn bird…” I sneered.

The crow cawed and flew over to your hand and pointed its beak—or more like stared—at your pocket.

“What…?” You muttered until you thought what it might be pointing—or looking—at.

You always kept a dice in your pocket as an item to fidget or play with during walks. It's just some random item that's easy to hold and touch, and you do know it has a short shimmer in it, but why—or how—would this crow know of the dice inside your pocket?

Giving in, you pulled out the dice from your pocket with your other hand.

“This thing? You want this?” I sighed, showing the item to the crow.

It looked at it for a moment, cawed, and then took the dice with its beak and flew off.

You watched as the crow flew with your dice and sighed, “Not even saying thank you…” you uttered before going back to the path to your humble abode.

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The next rolled by, and you found yourself more tired than before, and you had no reason why. Absolutely no clue.

You were thankful that it was a weekend, so you wouldn't have too many things for the day. But you still have to get up for the day, you thought to yourself.

Once again, you got up and started to do the regular things you do on weekends—with minor laziness because you do not want to do them—before immediately sinking back onto your bed.

You weren’t kidding when you said you were tired.

But just as you could close your eyes for a small nap, you heard something tapping against the window… The very window by your bed.

“The fuck…?” you thought to yourself, eyes lightly peeling open to see whatever was making the sound.

It was… A bird? A crow, specifically.

“Oh, you've got to be kidding me…” You muttered in disbelief, “You're the crow from yesterday,” you said as the crow attempted to prop itself onto the frame of your closed window.

But, despite your current surprise, you opened the window and let the crow fly inside before finding it on your bed.

Huffing, you shook your head at the crow, “Real smart… Entering my home and immediately finding yourself on my bed…” you joked as you approached the crow, who seemed more approachable than yesterday.

It seemed to have lightened up to you, you thought to yourself, before soon noticing something in its beak.

“What do you have there?” You asked the crow as if it could speak back. The bird then looked at you, then dropped something onto the bed, but as you went closer to inspect the item, the crow flew out the window once more.

“So, it just has some drop-off to do…” You huffed before looking back at the item.

A bone—an animal bone, the crow dropped a bone. Yet, somehow, it felt endearing.

Crows tend to leave things for humans who have a special interest in them. They're hoarders and gift-givers of animals, so it was natural.

“How cute…” You muttered almost to nobody as you rotated the bone with your fingers before placing it on top of your mini-shelf.

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After that, the crow returned once every few days to drop off some sort of item to you, something it had found whilst scouring the land from the skies, no doubt.

But they never cease to surprise you.

It could vary from daily items dropped by people in their daily lives or exercises, and some were even items that could be worth more than an average find of an animal.

What started as you randomly feeding a crow turned into you meeting the same animal every day, like the two of you had decided that, yes, these are your lives now.

Well, that is, until you started noticing a few things. Unusual ones at times.

Sometimes, you felt like something—or someone—is watching you, and sometimes in the corner of your sight, you would see a… Person? But it could just be your imagination after living alone for god knows how long. Yet, on another note, it felt like it was actually someone looking at you.

But how could someone with wings even exist?

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Well, it all changed a few weeks later when someone decided to pay a little visit.

You just came back from your daily walk, somehow weirded out on how you didn’t see your trusty ol’crow on the way back.

Entering your home, you noticed a few things that weren't there before you left.

Items are misplaced, and some are placed in areas you don’t place them in.

You were starting to think someone broke into your home, but with most items just misplaced rather than missing, you weren’t really sure.

But then, you noticed them.

Feathers.

Black, silky feathers.

And you immediately thought of the crow you kept seeing.

“Well, shit,” you cursed before hearing movement from your room.

Welp, someone is definitely in your house, and has possibly got the bird you have been seeing.

Grabbing a kitchen knife, you slowly walked towards your room, possibly having to fend off whoever or whatever decided to enter your home.

But as you entered the room, you found… What were you even looking at?

A man with wings protruding from his back, staring outside the window.

As you stepped inside, the man’s wings fluttered before turning towards you.

“Took you long enough…” the man said, now turning his entire body towards you.

“I’m sorry for the mess… My wings can shed a little bit between shifting…” he added, and you just looked at him, dumbfounded.

“What the actual fuck??”

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Later, Mito—the man told you his name to be—tried explaining to you that he was the crow that had been visiting you lately, and that his appearance isn’t something of a cosplay.

“Oh, yeah? Prove it!” you said, pointing the knife in his direction.

“Okay, but put the knife away, you’ll get hurt with that,” Mito said before standing up and shifting back into a crow, cawing at you, then shifting back.

Okay, now you’re at a loss for words again.

Mito noticed this and sighed, reaching into his pockets.

“This might jog your memory,” Mito said before throwing something in your direction.

Catching it, you looked at what he gave.

It was a dice. More specifically, yours, the very same one you once gave to that crow.

“I…” you were about to speak, but Mito stopped you.

“Don’t reason, I kept it ever since the day you gave it…” Mito said, shaking his head.

Looking closer, you notice a few feathers protruding out of his cheekbones and neck, he also had tattoos all over the back of his hand—you figured it goes past his hand and all over his arm.

Just how crazy can your life be?

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Days after, Mito remained by your side—whether as a bird or as a winged man, he follows you.

Although at first, you weary of his watching, he never did anything once he saw what you were doing. Actually, you soon realized the action meant to be his way of protecting you, like a guardian angel.

Whenever Mito senses an upcoming danger your way, he would glide down and seemingly urge you to take another path or way to avoid said danger. You wouldn’t realize the reason until the danger actually happened after you walked past it.

And it wasn’t long either, when you soon found out he had another form, more human, without the wings and feathers all over his features.

It happened when you decided to go to a store not far from your home’s location, closer to the city, but the closest to your home.

You were running out of certain items, and the day was nice enough to give you enough push to go outside. And, of course, Mito changed into a crow and flew above, over you.

You sighed, he never really has anything to do other than follow you like a lost puppy—you said it one time to him, and he got annoyed, although his wings’ movement told you otherwise—but isn’t that how crows are with their humans?

Entering the store, the cashier greeted you with a welcoming tone in their voice.

You greeted back before looking for the items you needed.

Glancing outside, you watched as Mito attempted to fly inside, only to bump himself against the glass windows of the store.

Fighting the urge to laugh, you looked away. Despite being the shape-shifter that he is, he still hasn’t figured out how glasses are.

“Quite a pet you have outside…” Suddenly, a voice called your attention, a man on the other end of the section, seemingly looking for something too.

You didn’t know if he meant you and the crow, so you decided to ignore it.

As you walked away, you decided to quicken your shopping.

Noting the fact that Mito had grown more active outside the store, telling you something.

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By the time you have checked out, the man was also checking out, seemingly glancing your way.

Another red flag.

Walking out of the store, you noticed Mito wasn’t there anymore. Out of all of the times he could’ve disappeared, it had to be now.

But just as you were about to turn and walk, you collided with somebody else.

“Shit- I’m so sorry, I-” You were about to excuse yourself when the person suddenly pulled you closer to him.

“Do you know them?” the man holding you spoke, probably speaking to the man who was going to follow you.

As the moment progresses, you notice in the corner of your eye the man’s hand.

Those tattoos…

It looked eerily like Mito’s.

And just as you heard the other’s footsteps retreat, you immediately pulled away from the man.

“I was calling for you outside…” the man spoke, and his voice confirmed who it could be.

“Mito, I swear to-” you looked to see him, but his appearance was slightly different, no feathers and wings, like a human.

“What? You needed help, did you?” Mito replied with a teasing yet, somehow, annoyed remark.

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Walking back, you couldn’t help but jab at Mito.

“You could’ve told me that you have a more human look…” You grumbled, crossing your arms.

“You didn’t ask,” Mito replied, irritating you further. But soon, you still have to thank him for helping you.

“Thanks… By the way…” You muttered, and Mito hummed, “Don’t mention it…”

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After that, Mito now insists that he be with you whenever you need to go out. But he remains in his winged-human form once inside the house.

Looking at Mito, you wonder if there was more to whatever you two have.

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Lying down on your bed, you notice Mito looming over the window by your bed, just watching outside, wings drooped low rather than folded behind his back.

“You know you could leave, right?” you asked, turning your back towards the man, “I’m not forcing you to stay here…”

Mito looked at you for a moment and huffed, wings fluttering as it slightly moved.

“I know,” he said, “But who said I want to leave?” he added before leaving his spot by the window and leaning over one side of the bed.

“I like to be with my human…” he muttered, one of his wings draping over your form like it was doing the one thing he wanted to do with his hands, to hold you.

You froze, turning back towards the winged figure in shock.

Mito seemed to notice this and huffed, shaking his head, “What? Did you think I would hover around humans for no reason?” he asked before lowering himself closer to you.

“I like you, is that not enough for you?” he asked, gazing down at your lips for a moment before maintaining eye contact as if he wanted to kiss you, but didn’t know how you would respond to it.

But you noticed his gaze and, slowly, placed a hand on his cheek.

Mito instinctively leaned further into the hand, like he was waiting for it before looking back at you.

Then slowly, you pressed your lips against his. Soft and careful, like testing the waters.

When you two pulled away, Mito hummed, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Mine…” he muttered, and you chuckled at the word, running your hand along his cheekbone—feeling the feathers along the skin—and up his hair.

“My human,” Mito added before you responded, “And my crow.”

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》 Archiver's Notes: I recall someone commenting wanting more of MITO under my other entry with MITO(Entry No. 026 : Hold), and I haven’t stopped thinking about winged MITO/DPR Ian.

I appreciated his confidence, but my stomach still fluttered with nerves. Meeting Christian's friends felt like a big step, a glimpse into a part of his life that I hadn't yet been privy to. I knew how close he was with his crew, the people he worked with and trusted, so I wanted to make a good impression.

“Hey, guys!” Christian called out, catching their attention. “I want you to meet someone.”

All eyes turned to us as we reached the table. Christian gently nudged me forward, his hand resting reassuringly on the small of my back.

“This is Y/N,” he said, his voice full of pride. “My girlfriend.”

The group greeted me with warm smiles and enthusiastic hellos, and I couldn’t help but relax a little. They seemed friendly, welcoming even. Christian introduced each of them one by one—there was Live, Cream, and several others.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Live said, extending his hand with a grin. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Yeah, Christian doesn’t shut up about you,” Cream added, teasingly nudging Christian, who just rolled his eyes with a grin.

I laughed, feeling my nerves start to melt away. “All positive things, I hope?”

“Of course!” Live said, patting the seat next to him. “Come, sit down. We’ve got plenty of room.”

Christian and I slid into the booth, and the conversation quickly resumed. I listened intently as they joked and shared stories, their camaraderie evident in every word. It was easy to see why Christian cherished these people—they were like a family, a close-knit group that had each other’s backs no matter what.

As the night wore on, I found myself slowly being pulled into their world. They were funny, down-to-earth, and full of energy. They asked me questions about myself, genuinely fascinating in getting to know me, and shared stories about their adventures with Christian.

Christian whispered in my ear at one point, his arm wrapped casually around my waist.

I smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I can see why you care about them so much.” I whispered.

“They already like you,” he said softly, his eyes shining with affection. “But then again, who wouldn’t?”

Before long, I was laughing along with the group, feeling more at ease than I ever expected. We talked about everything from music to travel, and I even got to hear a few embarrassing stories about Christian’s past that had me in stitches.

Eventually, the night began to wind down. The bar had emptied out a bit, and the energy had shifted to a more relaxed, mellow vibe. Christian’s friends started making their goodbyes, one by one, each of them giving me a warm farewell.

“It was great meeting you, Y/N,” Cream said as he gave me a quick hug. “You’re welcome to hang with us anytime.”

“Thanks,” I replied, feeling genuinely touched. “I’d love that.”

Once everyone had left, Christian and I were the only ones left at the table. He glanced at me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

“See? I told you it’d be fine,” he said, leaning in to kiss my temple.

I smiled, leaning into his touch. “You were right. They’re amazing, Christian. I really enjoyed tonight.”

He pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapped tightly around me. “I’m glad you did. It means a lot to me that you got along with them.”

I hugged him back, feeling a sense of contentment settle over me. Meeting his friends had been nerve-wracking, but now that it was over, I realized it was a huge step in our relationship—a step that brought us even closer.

you were in the studio with dabin late at night. scrolling through your phone, waiting for your boyfriend to finish working on one of his song for his upcoming album.

dabin was hunched over his desk, staring at the monitor with the track on the screen, labeled KISSME_v8. the brightness of the screen lighting up the dark studio.

you got up and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind “which one is this one?”

“something special to me that i want to add to the album.. wanna listen to it?”

you nodded as you sat on a stool and pulled the headphones over your head.

he hit play.

the dreamy intro filled the room, the lyrics sounding so smooth and soft.

lets listen to the stars, we just traveled through mars, the universe is ours

as the song played you didn’t know yet that he had made this song for you. you turn to him to see him smiling at you, waiting for you to realize.

you continued to move your head to the beat when the lyrics became more obvious.

explain yourself, girl, why so cruel? the way you kiss it oh so rude, you got me up from dark to noon.

the realization bloomed slow and full in your chest.

this was for you.

he didn’t say it. he didn’t need to. he looked at you with love full in his eyes. you looked back at him.

“is this… for me?” you wanted him to say it was, even though it clearly was meant for you.

“yeah, i wanted it to sound like us.. is it too much?”

“it’s beyond perfect.”

the track still hovers on the screen. waiting.

“play it again” you smiled at him, you had already fallen in love with the song.

he nods and clicks play. this time, he pulls you into his lap, head resting on your shoulder.

but now you hear it differently.

the lyrics never say your name—but it’s there, in the pauses. in the breaths he leaves on purpose. in the way he says those words.

We settled in front of our wheels after donning our aprons. The instructor gave us a brief demonstration, her hands moving skillfully to shape the clay. I watched, captivated by the transformation from a lump of clay to a lovely, delicate pot.

“Ready to give it a try?’’ Christian asked, his voice brimming with excitement.

I nodded, putting my hands on the wet clay. As the wheel began turning, Christian sat close to me, his hands cautiously working on his piece. We exchanged glances and laughed silently.

From the get-go, my attempts were awkward, the clay wobbled and collapsed under my touch. Christian chuckled next to me, his laugh a comforting sound. He was also struggling, his pot looking more like a bowl than a pot, but he was having fun and that's all that mattered.

He came closer and said, “Let me help you.” his hands covered mine, guiding my movement. Together, we coaxed the clay into a steadier structure, our hands working in a state of harmony.

The feeling of his hands over mine, strong yet gentle, sent a thrill through me. We were shaping the clay, and as it were, molding a piece of our relationship. The wheel spun smoothly, and the clay began to respond to our touch, rising and forming a simple but elegant shape.

“You're a natural,” Christian teased, his breath warm against my cheek.

“Only because you're helping me,” I replied, leaning into him.

As the instructor strolled by, she gestured approvingly at our progress. “You two make a great team,” She remarked.

Christian grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “We do, don't we?”

We worked on our pieces for a while longer, lost in the rhythmic motion and the tactile pleasure of the clay under our hands. Eventually, we both had something resembling pots, albeit a bit wobbly and imperfect.

“Not bad for our first try,” Christian said, inspecting his creation with a critical eye.

“I think they’re perfect,” I said softly, admiring the unique quirks of our pieces. “Very much like us.”

Christian gave me a tender look as he turned to face me. “I liked that. Imperfectly perfect.”

We carefully placed our pots on the drying racks, our hands canvassed in clay but our hearts full of warmth. The instructor offered to fire them for us, and we thanked her, already looking forward to seeing the finished products.

As we cleaned up, Christian reached out and took my hand, his fingers intertwined with mine. “I’m grateful that you’ve agreed to join me today,” he said, his voice earnest. “This was… special.”

I squeezed his hand, having a flood of affection toward this man who always found new ways to make our time meaningful. “It was perfect. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

Yuto, the club owner, was perched at the end of the bar, scrolling through his phone. When he spotted you, he waved you over with his usual smirk.

"Malibu!! You're killing it tonight," he said, his voice barely audible over the music. He never used your real name - "Malibu" and "Barbie" were his go-to nicknames.

As you replied, he leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "Heads up, though. Christian's in a mood tonight. Watch yourself."

Your eyes flicked to the far corner of the room, where Christian Yu stood near the entrance, arms crossed and jaw tight. The head bouncer was impossible to miss, his broad shoulders and intense gaze making him a commanding presence. He scanned the room like a hawk, his eyes sharp and calculating.

You'd been working here long enough to know that Christian was both respected and feared. He rarely spoke, but when he did, people listened. He wasn't someone you wanted to cross, but there was something about him that intrigued you- a softness in his eyes when he thought no one was looking, a flicker of vulnerability behind the hard exterior.

"Thanks, for the warning," you said to Yuto, grabbing your next order of drinks.

As you made your way to a table in the VIP section, you passed Hwasa and BIBI, two of the club's waitresses. Hwasa winked at you as BIBI chimed in.

"Taehyun's been watching you, by the way. I think he has a thing for you." You glanced over at the bar, where Taehyun was laughing with a customer. He caught your eye and waved, earning a playful nudge from Hwasa.

"He's sweet, but not my type," you said, returning to your work.

The night wore on, a blur of drinks, laughter, and thumping music. As the club began to wind down, you found yourself lingering near the bar, stealing glances at Christian. He hadn't moved from his post, his focus unwavering.