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Based on the following prompt: Your polite new neighbors who just moved in next door have suspiciously pointed ears and speak a language that you can't find on Google Translate.
Shotaro, Sungchan and Human!Reader (She/her)
Genre: Low fantasy, comedy
WC: >3K
Warnings: landlords (🥲), swearing
The first time you heard the duo speak was when they just moved into the apartment next door to yours.
You were on the balcony of your apartment with a set of binoculars observing the birds in the park across the street from you. You were working on an art piece about animals and a control state when you heard a loud crash in the apartment next door to yours.
“What the fuck?” You muttered, placing the binoculars down and looking to the balcony next to yours. It’s been empty for over a year, and you had long grown accustomed to the silence. Your landlord has been trying to rent it out with no luck on account of it being the only apartment in the whole complex without a dishwasher for some reason.
You told the landlord if he added the dishwasher he’d probably get it rented in an instant, and he told you to fuck off.
You frowned to yourself, staring at the unmoving curtains and sitting in the now silent air. You went to pick up your binoculars again when there was a loud thud.
“Oh? Hello!” The voice made you jump a bit, and you placed a hand on your chest to calm down. You put the binoculars down and looked at the once vacant balcony to see two men smiling and staring back at you.
“… h… hi?” It sounded like a question. You were honestly just confused.
“We’re your new neighbors!” The shorter one chirped, slinging his arm over the taller one. “I’m Shotaro, and this is Sungchan.”
Still confused, you stood up now and moved to the railing your two balconies shared and introduced yourself.
“Are you two new to the area?” You added. Both of them had hair grown out just long enough to cover most of their ears, but you did notice one thing- how suspiciously pointy they were.
“Nope, our families both have lived around here,” the one named Sungchan nodded. Then, you heard it.
At the time, you shrugged it off. Shotaro seemed to whistle, and added a few clicks to his speech before Sungchan nodded.
“Um yeah, our families have known each other for so long we’re basically cousins.”
Another whistle.
“Oh cool, it’s always nice not to move alone,” you forced. The pair excused themselves to finish dealing with their boxes, leaving you alone on the balcony.
The second time was when they didn’t realize you were around.
It was a week after your first meeting, and you started on your work on the park across the street. You were commissioned to work on a mural piece to go on the wall outside of the park rangers building, so you had began laying your stencils when you realized you left your duct tape inside the building. The rangers had given you a key as you worked, in case they were off hours and you needed access to the bathroom.
You slipped back inside, grabbing your tape so you could finally start. When you turned back around, you saw through the window a few feet away a pair of backs turned towards you.
The whistling and clicks you briefly heard on the balcony were now much, much louder. The two were also waving their hands at each other, as if they were in an argument.
Curious, you took out your phone from your back pocket. Quickly going onto google translate, you quietly scooted your phone close to the window to let the microphone pick up on their speech.
The one named Sungchan walked off from his cousin, shaking his head as the whistles, clicks, and small phonetics poured out from between his angered lips. All the while, you watched as your phone struggled to even figure out the language.
The one named Sungchan knelt down, and you saw as a group of squirrels had formed around the pair.
“How cute…” you muttered, watching as the squirrels seemed to be listening.
Wait.
There was no way.
You went back onto google, your thumbs typing frantically as you kept one eye on the duo that was still too focused on arguing to see you staring through the window.
What looks mostly human and has pointy ears and can talk to animals??
Your eyes widened as you shouted the results, “ELVES?”
It was this that made Sungchan and Shotaro turn around, and stare at you. You froze in fear.
A part of Through the webs but can be read as a one-shot. this will def spoil that story!
Genre: Fluff, some angst, but mostly fluff, sci-fi
Warnings: spiders and spider imagery, alcohol, references to vomiting, organized crime, depictions of violence, near death experiences
WC: <4k
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Sungchan felt like he lost his mind.
It was you. It had to be you. He just wanted to tell you thank you for saving his life was all. So, why was he sitting awkwardly on the other end of the cafe staring at you?
You weren’t completely oblivious to the soccer player burning holes in your back as you worked on your own project. While Sungchan had been working to figure out your identity, you had been working to maintain your appearance as an average person despite being a super powered vigilante.
“Are you gonna tell him something? It’s creeping me out?” Ten asked. He sat across from you doodling on his notebook. Ten was easiest to identify for a few reasons, but his tattoos made him extremely easy to catch. You had seen him around campus before, so seeing the video of him pulling a sword out from his skin to fight a robber made it click pretty easily for you.
You shrugged, “I don’t have the energy to deal with a mild creep when there’s bigger fish to fry.”
“You’re still focused on the Capsik case, huh.”
You cringed. Capsik was one of the richest men in the city, and you were heavily suspicious of his wealth and true intentions.
“My intel is saying there’s going to be a robbery in the Mayor’s home soon.”
“Hm, I think Jaemin has a friend that works by the Mayor’s place. We can stake out there to see if we catch something.”
“Perfect,” You nodded.
“Hopefully we keep up the good luck,” he got up shortly afterwards, rushing out to his next class on campus.
You went back to your notebook, writing out some last notes before you felt the air shift in front of you.
“Can I help you?” You didn’t bother looking up, already feeling irritated.
"I'm Sungchan," he spoke, and you still didn't look up.
Sungchan on the other hand was shaking in his sneakers. “Why would you acid wash your shoes?”
This caught your attention. You glanced down at your stupidly expensive boots and flinched. A few weeks back, you saved someone after they slipped and fell off a building. Lucky for you, they didn’t catch a glimpse of you, but unlucky for you, they were drunk and threw up on your boots. When you got back to your apartment, you grumbled to yourself as you tried to disinfect them in vinegar, only to accidentally stain the boots.
They were too expensive for you to not keep wearing!
“It makes them look cooler, no?” You lied, plastering a smile on your face and kicking your foot on the table for him to see. He blinked quickly, and you swear you almost had him fooled until he shook his head.
“You saved my life,” he whispered, his eyes wide. Shit.
Quickly, you shoved all of your stuff into your backpack and walked out of the cafe. Maybe if you went fast enough you could outrun the athlete.
This was a bold, foolish thought. He was fully in a soccer uniform with his hair held back with a sweatband and a large duffel bag sitting at his hip. He was fully ready to confront you.
“I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hissed, turning around to glare at him.
“I know it was you who saved my life,” he tried again, his voice low. You furrowed your eyebrows, and took a step forward to stand closer to the soccer player.
“Do I look like someone who cares enough to save your life? I don’t even know your name,” you countered, obviously forcing a confidence that was not there. You hated being so mean, but you were desperate- you had barely been a vigilante for long and already someone had figured out your identity.
Sungchan paused, analyzing your face before nodding, clearly standing his ground. Sungchan had thought for a long while if it was really you, and between your voice, the shoes, your stature, and your attempt to brush him off, he felt certain that you saved his life.
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Nope,” he smiled in a smug, excited way. He was so forward with his thinking and emotions, it was jarring to you.
You huffed, before looking around to inspect who else was around you both as you stood in the University's grass courtyard. “Come with me.”
“Where are we going?”
“You sure do ask a lot of questions.”
“And you don’t give a lot of answers,” he countered. You let out a harsh laugh, earning additional looks from your fellow students as you moved through and out of campus. After a block, you lead him into the building you've begun to regard as your home.
“Is this your place?” He asked as you entered your apartment. He stood at the door, afraid to enter.
“I’m not gonna bite,” you announced, arms crossed in your living room as you waited for him to enter. You took him to your balcony, and you two stood on there for a moment, staring out in silence.
"This is a sick view," Sungchan noted, looking out at the horizon. Sighing, you pointed to the building across the street and his eyes widened.
"I was annoyed at how loud that rooftop party was and just came out to glare. I didn't think someone would be drunk enough to slip off a roof," you explained, staring at the ledge the lanky man slipped off of.
"I'm not going to tell anyone," Sungchan spoke. He was sincere, this was obvious as you studied his face.
"Okay, I trust you."
"Thanks," you were quiet for a moment.
"This doesn't make us friends, by the way," you added. You didn't want to owe him anything, and you didn't want him to force himself to hang out with you.
"Thank you, for saving my life... and I'm sorry about your shoes," his voice was so small and he moved so quietly, you almost didn't hear him leave.
*****
“Twenty bucks! I’ll pay you twenty bucks, Bambi!” Yangyang’s voice was loud in the morning, and something about him being over the phone made his begging almost intolerable to Sungchan.
“Where’s the class again?”
“In the science hall! It starts in twenty minutes! I need to cover my coworkers shift so I can get these concert tickets but I need you to record the lecture or else I’m screwed.”
“Fine. I’ll sit in the back and record it.”
“Oh my god dude I love you!”
Sungchan made it to the class ten minutes later, his bed hair swooped into a baseball cap and his body snuggled into a hoodie and old soccer pants that had a grass stain on them.
The classroom could hold up to 75 students, so Sungchan wasn't too worried about the professor noticing him. Sitting in the back he opened his laptop and set a show on silent with the captions on, and had his phone ready to record.
"Are you watching One Punch Man?" he looked next to him in shock to see you standing over the empty seat next to him, looking over his shoulder at his laptop.
Yangyang did say you were classmates, he just never said what class.
"Uh... erm yes," Sungchan answered once he realized how long he was staring at you for. Without giving it much thought, you sat next to him and throughout class silently watched three episodes together. Throughout the lecture, you two took to writing notes on your notebook, sliding it to each other in hopes of the professor not noticing.
You’re not in this class
I’m not, my friend just asked me to record the lecture for him.
You’re a good friend
I know. I need to stop that.
You held back a laugh at his note. You were trying to not be too friendly with him, but he frankly seemed like a deer in headlights most of the time. You liked it.
“Do you like Demon Slayer?” He asked once class ended. You were packing up your notebook, so hearing his actual voice to you aback. You nodded in response.
“The theatre down the road is playing the new movie in an hour. I was already planning on going… do you wanna come with?”
Why were you so drawn to the lanky, nervous soccer player? Maybe it was his inability to hide his thoughts and feelings, or the way you would catch him taking notes during the movie because he wanted to talk to you about it afterwards and didn’t want to forget anything.
“Sungchan,” you stated his name as you were about to part ways. You were going to do a solo hike this weekend but had read online that some portions were difficult to do on your own. Your Mom was busy volunteering, so your options were slim. Sungchan was a soccer player, and you figured if anyone could keep up with it, it would be him.
“I’d love to join,” he replied after you asked him.
“Cool, I’ll text you the details,” you turned on your heel and headed back to campus.
****
“Spiderweb,” you called too late, watching as Sungchan walked straight into an old spider’s web.
“Gah! Can’t you tell them to remove their old webs?” He asked, removing the webbing that attached itself to his hat. You picked up Sungchan near the crack of dawn to get to the hiking trail that was a few hours away.
“Why would I tell them that?” You hummed, waving at the small spiders that had taken to following you two along the trail.
“I can’t help that I’m tall but I also don’t want to keep accidentally destroying their webs with my face,” Sungchan complained. He seemed genuinely distressed, so you sighed and turned back to the small formation of spiders.
“Can you guys take care of the webs along the trail please?”
Sounds like a lot of work. But fine.
“Thank you,” you said as they began to scamper off.
“Oh, thank you!” Sungchan called over slowly, his eyes wide as he watched them run along the trail and out of your line of sight.
“You’re not freaked out?” You asked, now taking the lead.
“Why would I be? Spiders are an important part of our ecosystem,” he shrugged it off. He was so… clear. It’s like he was just unable to hide his feelings or his thoughts.
“So, how long have you had your powers?”
“When I started puberty. When did you start playing soccer?”
“Since I could walk. Do you know the other masked vigilantes?”
“Are we playing 20 questions here?” You joked, looking back to see his face unwavering. “I…. Yeah. I figured it out a few weeks ago and thought it would make sense for us all to work together.”
“Woah! That’s awesome… hey, was that guy at the cafe-.”
“I’m not telling you who they are,” you snapped, your breathing getting difficult the higher up the elevation got. The trail was up along a mountain headed towards a really cool peak, but the elevation change was sharp and left it difficult for your lungs to adjust.
“Fine fine- oh look!” You had come across an opening in the line of trees, and Sungchan immediately moved slightly off path to get a better look. “Wow, this is awesome!”
He was right, the view was pretty breathtaking. Considering that the elevation was beating you down and that the trail was empty, you found yourself glad to have invited the soccer player. Your mom had been berating you for not making more friends, and maybe she was right- you wouldn’t let her know that, though.
Wednesday’s became movie nights because that’s when the theatre would have $5 movie tickets, and Saturday’s would be your outdoorsy activity. The only time this would vary would be if your vigilante side got caught up, in which case Sungchan would ask as many questions as possible.
“So, you think Capsik is selling faulty medical equipment?” Sungchan whispered as you sat in on your Wednesday movie. You had picked an early afternoon movie on purpose knowing it would just be you two. Sungchan and you had a horrible habit of talking in the middle of movies, so this was the best compromise.
“That’s one of my theories, that or he’s injecting baby’s with drugs only his group makes,” you posited, taking a handful of the popcorn Sungchan held and eating it.
“Hm. Hey, are you going to go to my states game by the way?”
“I thought I already told you yes.”
“Oh, okay cool. Jaemin is gonna be there since he’s friends with YangYang, too,” he noted. You nodded, staring at the screen and still eating popcorn. “Are you guys, a thing?”
You choked on a kernel, coughing until it came up. “Oh my god! No, absolutely not, he’s just a coworker,” you half lied. Coworker really just meant he was another vigilante, but Sungchan didn’t need to know that detail.
“Oh, cool.”
“Sungchan I think I’ve told you like, everything there is to know about me. Does Jaemin seem like someone I’d date?” You taunted. You went to grab more kernels until Sungchan lifted the tub out of your reach.
“What kind of person would you date?” He asked. You frowned, and within the blink of an eye used the webbing from your wrist to grab the tub and bring it back into your lap.
“Not someone that takes my popcorn,” you taunted.
“Until you tell me, there’s no way I’ll actually know it all!”
You furrowed your brows, “why are you so interested?”
Sungchan panicked. It was clear to him you didn’t pick up on less obvious social cues, but he was still shy- he hadn’t worked up the nerve to tell you about his romantic feelings yet.
“I… I have a friend that you might be into!”
“…oh. What are they like?” You hoped Sungchan didn’t catch the disappointment you felt. You weren’t even sure why you felt that.
“Well, he’s on the soccer team with me.”
“Is that like, his whole personality?”
Sungchan glared at you, and you raised your hand in defeat to let him continue talking. “He loves nature, is moderately sociable, and his big brother used to have a pet tarantula so he’s cool with spiders.”
Maybe it was the way Sungchan sold this person to you, but you found yourself agreeing to go on a date with the guy. He refused to tell you his name, just that he would be holding yellow roses in the park at the agreed upon day and time.
You felt stupid as you sat on the park bench. You wiped the sweat off of your hands and onto the sundress Jisoo has insisted you wear. You were already planning on how to let this guy down gently when you felt a tap on your shoulder.
“Sungchan? What are you-?” You stopped, seeing the large bouquet of yellow roses he held in his shaking hands.
“I like you as more than a friend,” the sentence came out clumsy despite him having rehearsed it a million times. You stood up from the bench in complete shock as he continued to ramble on, “you’re awesome. I feel like I could talk to you for hours without ever getting bored. You push me out of my comfort zone and you’re really, really pretty and I just want to be there for you if you’ll let me.”
You were quiet, studying the tall man whose hands were still shaking with the bouquet. Carefully, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek.
“I think you’re really, really pretty too,” you giggled, taking the flowers from his hands. “You make me feel loved. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Sungchan quickly wrapped you in a hug, squishing the flowers as he tried to hide just how giddy he felt.
“So, if we’re dating, that means I can call you my boyfriend?” You teased, walking hand in hand through the park with sungchan.
He pretended to think before responding, “only if it means I get to call you my girlfriend.”
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Hi hi! Currently working on a short Drabble with elf sungchan and shotaro as well as working on my next long form fic. Feel free to send me any requests or questions in the meantime :)
