#pls request

𝜗ৎ Until you decide to pipe up.

"What's the artist's name?"

𝜗ৎ When Ronin becomes certain in something, there's no shot he's changing his mind.

𝜗ৎ He spends the rest of the night stalking you, shamelessly. It wasn't hard to get info on you. Well, it wasn't hard for him. A famous K-pop idol; [Name] [Last.n].

𝜗ৎ Ronin wasn't a fan of anyone but himself, but he could admit he.. admired.. your music. Peppy, but a bearable amount. What he liked the most was your voice. Smooth. Like butter. (ha)

𝜗ৎ From then on, he dropped hints of knowing your secret like missiles in the server, borderline teasing you for his own leisure.

Ronin crossed his arms over his chest, subconsciously nodding his head to the music. He was at your concert, listening to the memorable flutter of your voice. You end the song with an exasperated sigh.

He appreciated the sheer amount of passion you put into your music. A snippet of your soul was nestled into your compositions and it did something to him.

He hangs around even when the show is over, lounging outside the venue awaiting your graceful presence. When you do arrive, it wrenches a mortified scream out of your lungs.. alerting your crew.

You calm down before your bodyguards attempt to apprehend Ronin. In watching the way the Butchers' fingers twitch near his waistband, you decided you didn't have the energy to explain any fatalities that day. And so, you disperse the dispute, telling everyone that you knew Ronin as a close.. comrade.

𝜗ৎ  When you both start dating, he insists on being your muse for your work. On putting subliminal messaging in your songs. On making a freaky track and acting dumb whenever anyone called out it's abnormality.

𝜗ৎ He writhes in your influence, the amount of people you could subtly corrupt.

𝜗ৎ He relishes in you more.

Angel .

𝜗ৎ Angel had been a devout fan since day one.

𝜗ৎ Everything was up her alley, from the music, to the lyrics, to your overal vibe. She loved it all.

𝜗ৎ She attended your concerts in her free time. She caught your eye from the crowd a plethora of times; given the fact you were a fan of her too!

𝜗ৎ Much like Ronin, she didn't think much about a new addition to the server, just greeted them wholeheartedly as she did everyone.

𝜗ৎ Also much like Ronin, she found out your identity through your voice.

Angel basked in the sound of your music traversing through every inch of her being. The melody almost coercing her to tears, before the song draws to an end. The pause only neared her closer to waterworks before she makes that eye contact with you again -- the eyecontact that makes her knees feel week, and her smile shudder.

You're breathless, eye-cuddling her with those wide weapens you call eyes. Angels life nearly cuts short when you gaze in her direction and beckon for her to come up on stage. It was rare. You rarely did it. The crowd roared with raw unfiltered emotion, but Angels' attention only remains locked on you.

You bring the microphone up to your lips, pointing out into the field of sweaty humans.

"You! Cute pinkie-pie with the space bun pigtails!"

The very specific shoutout makes her warm, nonetheless working on auto pilot to track her way up to the stage. Angel's sure she's shoved well-over ten people to make her way up here, and feels no shame about it.

When she finally does make it upstage, the mic had already been lowered to the ground, like a personal segment that the whole world could see, but not hear. It was oddly intimate, the way you immediantly bounced to engulf her into a hug. To whisper your appreciation for always being there at your concerts. To cradle her flushed cheeks aginst your adrenaline-filled fingertips.

𝜗ৎ Angel nailed the memory in her head to never forget.

𝜗ৎ She willingly hurls herself into a rabbit hole of your fan interactions -- had any of them been that passionate?

𝜗ৎ They had not, and Angel relished in that discovery.

𝜗ৎ Finding out you were an idol ,, no,, her idol was both a thrilling and embarrasing revelation. Similar to Misaki, albeit more tamer, Angel found ways to slip her obbsession with you into the server.

Misaki .

𝜗ৎ Misaki is a sweetheart, but incredibly airheaded.

𝜗ৎ They follow all your social media updates, rant about you in the server, their trailer has a shrine corner dedicated to you.

𝜗ৎ Despite the abundance of calls the pair of you had shared, she only chalked your familarity down to being a mere coincidence. Its a big world! so what if you have the same name as their favourite k-pop idol? so what if you have the same face as their favourite k-pop idol? so what if you had the same voice as their favourite k-pop idol?

Misaki beckons over the bartender, lazily flailing their hand over the countertop before halting in sensing someone's presence. She quips her head around, blinking at this newcomer pointing at the stool beside her. It takes Misaki a moment to process your words, adapting to conversating in the loud setting.

"Seat taken?" You repeat, a dopey grin on your face.

'Huh. They look familar.' Is all Misaki can muster before giving a stiff shake of the head.

A moment or two passes before the stranger beside Misaki let's out a snort. "Misaki, your facial recognition sucks."

They whip their head around to give you a thorough look over.

And finally, the puzzle pieces connect. You notice when they realise because their grin morphs into something unfathomably wide before lunging at you in a brutalic manner.

𝜗ৎ Misaki refuses to quit flaunting you in the server like a trophey of achievement when you both begin dating.

V .

𝜗ৎ V doesn't inherently care for any variation of music.

𝜗ৎ Is what he tells everyone who asks. And it's not entirely untrue? He doesn't take an interest in any modern forms of musical artistry. Kinda.

𝜗ৎ ...But he does enjoy this one artist. Only one.

𝜗ৎ He finds it awkward to admit to. A monotone man like himself. Enjoying.. K-pop.

𝜗ৎ But only this one artist. He doesn't wish to know their full name or face, or anything of the sort. He's okay with immersing himself in the trill of this authors' voice.

You and V sat in call like many times before, chatting away about anything and everything.

The topic of secrets came up, and you requested to hear one from V after spilling your guts about some embarrasing childhood memory you hadn't let go of.

"Just one," You plead. "I won't tell a soul, cross my heart." You place a hand over your chest.

"That's your lung."

"Whatever. Tell me one!"

"... I enjoy a specific Korean-pop artist."

A pang plays through. You're staring at the screen as if someone had broken into V's residence.

"..[Last.n], i believe their surname was."

"Wanna hear something funny, V?"

𝜗ৎ He doesn't believe you. He doesn't want to believe you.

𝜗ৎ Because for once, V had enough awareness to be embarrassed.

𝜗ৎ Blood rushes to his ears first, btw.

you were currently sat on Elizabeth’s bedroom floor hugging a pillow tight to your chest as you wait nervously to see yourself. she had point blank refused to give you a mirror or even let you open your eyes, claiming that “it’s bad luck”. this made you nervous.

“hey lizzy..” you say nervously, bracing yourself for the answer.

“don’t move too much!! you’re gonna ruin my art!!” she exclaims, making you laugh softly.

“where did you get this makeup from?” you ask, curious about the answer. you weren’t even entirely sure what she was putting on your face, but you decided that would be a future you problem.

“mummy’s small pink bag!! there was sooo much in there!!” she says excitedly and you grimace. “oh don’t pull that face, it makes my art look ugly.”

you try not to laugh at her statement, opting to focus on the other issue instead.

“you stole from your mom? that’s not very good li—“

your half-hearted attempt at scolding the younger girl was cut short as the front door slams shut. Elizabeth flinches back and your eyes shoot open. their mother and father weren’t due back for another hour, so it couldn’t have been them.. Michael maybe? “liz stay in your room for me.” you say quietly and Elizabeth nods. you rush down the stairs, your eyes widening at his beaten state.

you see his shirt first, slightly bloodied and dirty. like clockwork, your eyes flick to his bruised face, you notice his bleeding nose and his rosy red knuckles which causes a concerned frown to form on your face.

alternatively, as soon as Mike sees you he bursts out laughing. he’s so humoured that he actually clutches his sides and wipes away tears.

“practicing for the circus?” he says in between laughs and suddenly most of his sympathy you felt for the other disappears.

“okay don’t be rude, lizzy tried really hard..” you pout, crossing your arms. Mike eventually stops laughing, but his boyish grin never leaves his face.

“ah, so a beauty pageant then? she’s been reading those shitty magazines that bang on about foundation and all that nonsense”

you roll your eyes at his antics, clearly not in the mood. “enough about me.. what happened to you?”

Mike’s smile falters at the change and suddenly he’s rubbing his jaw in soothing circles. you make your way to the kitchen, grabbing a small pack of bandages, a wet cloth and a small bowl of warm water. after, you grab some frozen peas and make your way back to the hall.

“do i even want to know why?” you ask, throwing the bag of peas at him so he can ice his jaw. he takes it gratefully and sits in the middle of the hall. you sit down beside him, taking one of his hands. you pretend not to notice his flinch when you touch him, and the soft hissing sound he makes as you wipe down his knuckles.

“just some absolute dolts that were at my group’s normal spot, it would’ve been fine if they didn’t start pushing around jeremy..” he says harshly as he balls his fists. he takes a deep breath, trying to calm down and prevent himself from snapping at you. you gently rub circles into his back as he breathes as an attempt to soothe him, knowing that speaking would only make it worse. eventually the tension in his body begins to melt, yet you don’t pull away from his back.

“how’s your jaw feeling?” you whisper, looking at his face with deep concern and care.

“hurts like a bitch but the ice makes it feel a little better,” he returns your gaze, his voice now soft and tender.

you laugh softly at his language, carefully wrapping his hand in a bandage. he watches you work your magic, a smile slowly creeping its way onto his face.

“what..?” you ask slowly, eyes flicking back up to his face.

“never thought i’d have a clown dress my wounds for me,” you can almost hear the smirk in his tone, causing you to yet again roll your eyes at his antics.

“i think vogue would take me on if i went looking like this, front cover and everything,” you smile as you speak and Mike begins to laugh again.

“oh totally.. what pose would you do? or would you just juggle?” he retorts, causing a few giggles to escape your lips.

you finish bandaging him up and fall into a fit of giggles as Michael begins to imitate different poses typically seen on fashion magazines. behind the two of you, little footsteps can be heard. Elizabeth slowly makes her way down and your laughter dies down slightly.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ you gotta be one damn cool and special person to even grab the attention of raian in a romantic sense. you have to be careful and very cautious - someone that doesn’t deal with bullshit and is quick to shut things down. basically someone that is stronger than him mentally but not physically. even with all of your strong points, raian will always somehow be more dominant.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ raian is surprisingly awkward. its the first time he has felt love in a romantic sense and the way it is so intense it takes him off guard which is surprising. obviously his type of awkward isn’t the same as a normal awkward person - it’s wayy more aggressive.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ because raian is so awkward, he doesn’t even know how to go along with his feelings - he most likely doesn’t even realize that he’s in love. he probably treats you like everyone else - insulting, annoying, and more. but he puts a strict ‘no’ at threatening you. he, for some reason, doesn’t want to see you hurt in any type of way and definitely avoids even play fighting with you.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ trust me, if raian has a crush on you, he will pick on you more than he does for anyone else. honestly i feel like that’s why he wants such a mentally strong person, someone that will snap back if they’re insulted because its so much more fun that way!

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ contrary to popular belief, i feel like he shows concern but to an extent. when he has a crush on someone, he will definitely notice new things - whether they are bad or good.

“oi!”

you rolled your eyes and let a loud exhale, obviously irritated by the voice you registered as the man you despised. you don’t know why he was intent on bothering you when your just trying to survive without him being at every corner. you slowly turned around to see the man looking at you with his classic smirk, obviously ready to give you hell.

“hi. what do you want?”

his shit eating grin slowly faded when he looked you up and down before locking on to your broken arm.

“hey. what happened?”

the both of you looked down to your broken arm and prayed he wasn’t going to bring it up but who were you kidding? he always does and you always want to punt him 30 yards.

he slowly started chuckling before breaking into a loud cackle.

“hey! you’re weak as hell! do your bones break when you pick a 5 pound dumbbell or some shit?”

your face obviously scrunched in anger and with a glare that even the birds around you noticed, you went up to him and grabbed his collar.

“shut the hell up. only reason I have this broken arm is because i was busy beating up bitches that wanted you gone.”

he raised an eyebrow before softly chuckling before leaning so close you could feel his hot breath on your eye lashes.

“oh really? what do you want as a reward? maybe a kiss? maybe you want me to get on my knees and thank you, kissing your feet and slowly going up to you thighs and-“

your hand immediately moved from his collar to his face before you gave him a hard slap with your non-broken hand which obviously didn’t even phase him.

“shut up you loser! ugh, i can’t fucking stand you!”

you immediately turned away and walked away, trying to make it seem like you didn’t want to get the hell out of there as soon as possible.

unknown to you, raian was behind you chuckling some words while rubbing the slap on his cheek.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ everyone in Kure family can obviously tell that raian’s feelings for you are different than most people around him. it probably became a joke in kure family that you and him were dating because of how obvious it was.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ the person to tell raian that he is very much in love with you is no one other than his own sister, fusui. this probably happened when he was having one of his yearly meetings with her.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ he most likely thinks that she’s just being a dumbass 😭

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ he would have to get near you one more time after fusui telling him that he’s in love to really believe her words.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ i won’t even lie, he would either never tell you he likes you or he would tell you as soon as he realizes. of course when he does tell you, its not a normal confession.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ he def asks fusui for some advice that he tries to take. keyword: tries.

you were so confused right now. there was raian kure, asking you to train with him, knowing damn well that he was so much stronger than you.

“hell no. i know you hate me but i never knew you wanted to kill me.”

he seemed to take a deep breath before looking at you, dead in the eye. he seemed to be looking for something in your eyes. if you hadn’t moved you head slightly, you two would have probably been standing there staring at each other.

“i..don’t hate you.“

he said the sentence so quietly, which was so sudden and surprising, you almost didn’t hear him.

“what did you say? speak up.”

“ugh, you fuckin’ complain too much. cmon, you don’t have a choice. i said i want to train with you. what more of a reason do you want?”

“why? so you can break all of my bones?”

you started getting closer and closer to him, as if to mock or intimidate him.

“huh? what’s wrong? come on say something!”

you stopped right in front of him, now looking up into his eyes. you couldn’t decipher what he was thinking about, what was bugging him. you thought that maybe he was finally going soft on you so you started smirking.

“wipe that fuckin smirk off your face you crazed bitch. making me feel all types of ways, you did this on purpose right?”

your smile faded as raian’s smile came into your sight. he started slowly approaching you while you stepped back, little by little.

“all you want is my validation right? what a whore. well, you got what you want so don’t pussy out now.”

˚꩜ .ᐟ when your relationship with raian finally starts, he doesn’t know what to do. this is most likely his first rodeo and he probably think relationships only consist of fucking and kissing so it’ll be a little hard to teach him that relationships are more than that.

˚꩜ .ᐟ raian is terrible at anything romantic. not that he can’t be romantic, but it’s more of him just doing his own thing.

˚꩜ .ᐟ once a blue moon raian will get you flowers and invite you to train with him because that is his idea of spending time together.

˚꩜ .ᐟ i dont think raian reminds you that he loves you unless you are in a really messed up mental situation but even then he’s hesitant.

not because he doesn’t love you, he just thinks that you already know this. like you being with him isn’t already enough?

˚꩜ .ᐟ i’ll be honest, if you thought that raian would be mentally available; you’re wrong. if you feel like you guys aren’t communicating enough, you’re gonna have to force him to sit and listen to you and and what the two of you should do.

˚꩜ .ᐟ you don’t even suspect raian to be cheating. like not only because of his terrible behavior, he just doesn’t show any interest in people other than you.

˚꩜ .ᐟ you two do get in fights. more than normal. mainly because raian refuses to cooperate and/or communicate with you. he also kinda disrespects and disregards your feelings in fights because he is kind of a dick.

˚꩜ .ᐟ don’t think that he’s like akoya, he definitely notices his wrongs and he always apologizes, even if the apology is just not really him saying sorry. he’s trying okay?

˚꩜ .ᐟ you will NEVER catch him in a submissive way outside of your relationship. but inside the house, he is kinda of a piece of mold. insufferably clingy.

˚꩜ .ᐟ he’s never home. but he always asks to call you and send texts which is adorable in a way. sometimes when he’s feeling extra lonely and romantic, which is rare, he’ll write you a letter that has spots of blood on them. and people say that romance is dead.

˚꩜ .ᐟ no body knows you exist and are in a relationship it’s raian if they haven’t been in the kure village until you two get married. he keeps you secret because he knows how many enemies he has so he doesn’t want you hurt.

˚꩜ .ᐟ does raian want kids? no. does he end up getting them anyway because he doesn’t pull out? yes! but don’t worry, he does love them even if it doesn’t seem like it.

˚꩜ .ᐟ doesn’t like matching things but has a photo of you in his wallet that he FORBIDS people to look at.

˚꩜ .ᐟ will and would buy you whatever you please, just don’t ask him much or it’ll irritate him.

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