i need a idol!xlov x idol!reader pls, no pressure tho🤍
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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𓈒 idol!rui X idol!reader 700+ words fluff/humor
ᝰ.ᐟ skinship rui helps reader do a split reader in pain
𝜗𝜚 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ៹ I love Rui grrr . Tysm for requesting !! This sum light sum calm . Where all the fics for xlov at omfg 😭. Dw guys ima get on my zoom .
The studio smelled like sweat, determination, and the faintest hint of Rui’s signature cologne — sharp, citrusy, and vaguely dangerous in the way that made you feel simultaneously alert and flustered.
“Okay,” Rui said, voice calm but firm, “so for this next part, you need to hit a split. I’ll demonstrate first.”
He moved like liquid. His body flowed with the music, bending, stretching, arching, hitting the perfect split so casually it made your jaw ache just to watch.
You, on the other hand, were… not Rui.
Not even close.
You tried to copy the movement, and for a second, it looked promising — until your hamstrings protested violently, your legs wobbled like wet noodles, and a sound somewhere between a scream and a squeak escaped you.
Rui blinked, tilting his head, one perfectly arched brow raised. “You okay?”
“F-fine!” you gasped, teeth gritted. “Just… warming up!”
“Uh-huh.” He gave you the faintest smirk, the one that said he was amused, but also very much judging.
“Alright,” he said, stepping closer, “here, let me help you.”
Before you could protest, he crouched slightly, grasped your ankles with the gentlest strength, and began guiding you into the split. You screamed. Loudly. And inhumanly.
“Rui!” you shrieked. “I’m gonna—”
“You’re fine,” he said, serene as a statue, a hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Just a little more… and… there!”
You wobbled precariously, barely managing to stay upright, legs quivering, sweat beading at your temples. Rui’s hands were steady, supporting you perfectly, though he leaned slightly close, like he was inspecting your form — and you were suddenly hyperaware of how close his chest was.
“You’re… trying to kill me,” you gasped.
“Not kill,” he said softly, playful. “Just… maximize potential.”
“Potential to die,” you muttered, glaring.
He laughed lightly, that soft Rui laugh that made the studio feel suddenly warmer. “Exactly. Pain is growth. And look at you — growth is happening.”
You groaned, collapsing onto your side. Rui crouched down beside you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
“C’mon, just one more try. I’ll spot you,” he said.
“I can’t,” you whispered.
“You can,” he said firmly, but gently. “You just need the right… encouragement.”
You blinked at him. “Encouragement?”
Rui leaned closer, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Yeah. You know… I’ll hold your legs steady, I’ll guide your back… and maybe I’ll give you a little pep talk too.”
“You mean torture,” you hissed.
“Depends on how you look at it,” he replied, smirking. “But I promise, I’ll make it fun.”
You groaned dramatically, letting him position you again. And as he held your legs, guiding you inch by inch into the split, you realized… okay, this was kind of intense, but also… kind of exhilarating. His hands were firm but careful, his focus entirely on you. And the way he glanced at you when you winced, half amused, half genuinely concerned… it made your chest flutter.
“Almost there…” he murmured.
You squeaked — very, very loudly — but his hands didn’t falter. And then, suddenly, you were in it. The split! Not perfect, not graceful, but functional.
“See?” Rui said, voice calm, tone triumphant. “You’re amazing.”
You blinked at him, panting. “I-I think I might die now.”
He chuckled softly, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face. “But you didn’t. You survived. And look how strong you are.”
You glared. “You are so enjoying this.”
“I am,” he admitted, eyes sparkling with that playful, teasing light. “But mostly because you did it. You’re incredible.”
And then — just for a heartbeat — he leaned slightly closer, his warm breath brushing against your ear. “Honestly… you make this so much more fun than doing it alone.”
You swallowed. “Fun?”
He smirked. “Yeah. Fun. And maybe… I like seeing you struggle a little.”
“Rui!” you squeaked.
He laughed softly, leaning back, hands still hovering protectively near yours. “Don’t lie. You like it too.”
You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks were burning. “Maybe. But I still hate you.”
“And I still love helping you,” he said, grinning. “So it balances out.”
You groaned, leaning back on the mat, trying to catch your breath. Rui stayed close, rubbing your back gently as the music played in the background, the chaos of stretching and screaming now fading into shared laughter.
And in that moment, sweaty, red-faced, aching from the split but smiling anyway, you realized: maybe working with Rui was exhausting. Maybe it was ridiculous. But it was also… exactly where you wanted to be.
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Genre: Fluff, Friends to lovers(?), pining, yearning af, Reader is fem but neither their nor rui’s sexuality is elaborated on, can be read as platonic or romantic, rui get naked but for art, mostly she/they pronouns for rui
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Rui always considered herself a muse.
Not because of arrogance, but—
“Hiiiiiii~”
—because of a need.
“Hello.”
A burning need to spread love and beauty around them like a bee to pollen, and if that love and beauty spread back to her, which it often did unfailingly, then who were they to stop it?
The sound of your precise brushstrokes against the blank canvas makes him pause at the door. A pout forms on her lips—you’re setting up already.
A whine escapes them as she scurries from the still-open door to you like an angry child. They can’t believe this.
“You started without me!”
Your sharp, unmoving eyes bore into the canvas as you breathe out, “Please close the door.”
She huffs, shuffling back to lock the door with ease; he quickly moves back into your personal space, their head lying on your shoulder. Her head fidgets on the bony surface, bouncing from sitting their chin calmly to swishing her hair from side to side. All the while, he continues pouting like a child who missed the first few minutes of their favorite show.
Their head turns, she’s trying to find the perfect blend of observing the canvas while keeping their feline eyes attached to you; a cursory glance reveals nothing, nothing that she can piece together anyhow. It’s undoubtedly decadent, as all your work is, but it’s a sketch, so it looks sketchy. Smooth lines in the shape of lilies and narcissuses paint the image of a still pond as little faint lines of grass tufts poke out from the drawn edge of the paper water; on the edge of the page, there seems to be a lyre, but he’s not so sure.
“You were late.” How heartbreakingly plain.
Her arms tighten around your waist, fussing an, “I know~” through their pouty lips. The bag creaks and sways through her long fingers as they look for your reaction–None as usual. You’ve always been an immovable force, stoic and plain almost to a fault, while Rui was an unstoppable object bent on making you bend if only for a moment. His pink lips jut out further as she continues, “I got us dinner.”
You respond with soft strokes to their arm, molding and bending the fabric like a clay sculpture. Every move you made seemed like art to her. You’re only trying to calm them down; he knows that. However, her greed doesn’t let them stop pushing. To be further molded and shaped by your skilled hands, to make her the most perfect, dazzling work of art that could rival all those that came before and amaze all that came forward. Their face nudged yours slightly, a subtle sign. Give me more attention.
Your lips pass a low sigh as his fussing continues; You know what they want. Soon enough, Rui feels a faintly muffled “Thank you” ring against her lips as you place a light kiss onto them. There it is.
A mischievous smile wraps around her lips; They got exactly what he wanted.
“You’re welcome~” leaves her lips cheerfully as their arms unfurl around you; she’s clearly in a better mood now. Their heels mute against the floor as he buzzes out a high-pitched tune.
She’s never been hard to please. A few kisses, a solid hug, a long night spent intertwining yourselves together, or a simple “I love you” said after a long, unhappy moment, and they're putty in your hands.
Rui is your muse.
The food is dropped sloppily onto the counter as she wastes no time getting undressed; the familiar sound of rustling clothes and hums mingle as they strip, his shoes left in the corner, perched against blank canvases and old paintbrushes, as a thought pops into their head.
What pose should I do?
What would make me the most exciting to you?
That doesn’t mean that you’re together.
“Do a sitting pose. It’s a comfortable piece.” You state, leaving her thoughts to the wayside.
–But that doesn’t mean they don’t want to be.
Her long, elegant legs cloak his face in shadow as they move into position; she takes a deep breath. Your house smells of fresh coffee and crayons–actually, of encaustic wax. That’s right, it’s encaustic wax and painter’s oil, as you always remind them. She still doesn’t fully understand the difference between them. Oh well, he shrugs, nuzzling their face into the crook of her arm. Home smells like home, no matter what it’s actually called.
Musing isn’t hard.
Posing naked and looking pretty for hours isn’t hard. Rui could do that in their sleep.
Love is a different matter.
“You’re really pretty.”
Rui feels herself unfurl like a summer rose; he hadn’t yet realized it, but a deep seed of love planted itself within their small body. Those words, as large as a cypress, spoken to her by you, a messy-haired kid only about as high as a yardstick, stemmed a deep, unmoving feeling within them.
“I wanna draw you.”
Rui always loved attention; at all moments, she wanted to feel everyone’s eyes on him–to see them. She wanted to control their thoughts, their feelings, their adoration–to know in that moment that all the love, the love that they felt on the verge of bursting out of her skin like a crown, was focused on him. That, and that alone, is what fueled her, but this was different. Attention was nice, but fleeting. A quick shine from the burning sun, when the clouds decided to part from its gaze. This, however, was hot.
As if they had stood outside for too long and quickly rushed inside when the steady warmth threatened to turn into a bruising burn; as if she was thrust into a large, unflinching stage light that no amount of playful shyness and breathy murmurs of embarrassment could cause its gaze to leave; and they loved it.
“Ok!” he giggled, cupping your smaller hand into theirs.
“Are you comfortable?” That simple phrase breaks her train of thought.
They grin, teasing a light, “I’m comfortable~.”
You’re incredibly careful, especially with Rui.
You give a brief hum to his response.
“Let me know when you need a break.” You add, taking an extra step to confirm her comfort.
“Ok~” They casually respond.
That small exchange soon grew into shared classes, filled sketchbooks, and late evenings being dragged to Rui’s childhood home under the pretense of seeing more of your art.
Eventually, her eyes creep open, looking for stimulation; they’re bored–but not in a bad way. Bored in the way that breathing, walking, or sitting at home after a long day is boring, unexciting, but necessary.
Crumpled, sometimes torn papers filled with colorful, haphazard scribbles from your students plaster your wall while mild jazz plays. He lets it wash over them as goosebumps form. She doesn’t know the name of the song; they never bother to memorize these songs purposefully, but they always remind her of you. Jasmine candles mixed with undertones of eucalyptus, or some other plain smell, attempt to drown out the slippery smell of the oil paint you’re so fond of. The smell used to crinkle his nose, but now it barely registers. Nothing’s changed, including you–but she doesn’t mind.
“Nude paintings?”
The phrase feels foreign on their tongue, but also exciting, like you told her a particularly juicy secret about your homeroom teacher or about that sneaky girl in class B.
“Yes, Nude paintings. Of nude models.” You state.
“Ah.” They rest his head underneath her hands.
Huh. Nude models. A person at their barest, lying in front of you, for your eyes to see….They don’t like that. A bitter thought enters her head. I could do that. A pout, childish but almost angry, begins to form on their lips as the scratch of your pencil lures him in deeper. I can do that. I could do that better than anyone. Why would a stranger pose for you? Why should they be your muse? Have your attention? They look at the figure in your sketchbook hazily; faceless, unremarkable in every way, but important. Important because even with its unremarkableness, it had your full attention; it has your eyes focused solely on it.
Her thoughts spiral about the potential other models—they all fall short; They can be more elegant, more graceful, more beautiful—why would your attention ever waver when she’s here? I can do that better than anyone.
A smile crawls onto his lips as they ask, “So, do you need a model?”
“Ok, ten minutes.”
She takes a quick stretch, not bothering to cover themselves; Break time. She feels around on the floor abesent-mindedly; suddenly, in his spaciness, they feel grab something. Cold droplets drip and stream through her nimble fingers, causing a timid shiver to course through their wrist until it lands behind her eyes. A cozy confusion settles for a second; then a warmth floods when he realizes. Oh. You left a water bottle–How sweet. She takes a sip, letting a gentle chill pass through her. They look around again, hunting for new stimulation, even if they know nothing has changed from the last visit.
Same floor. Same furniture. He tries looking around at the wall again. Within the steady, almost stagnant, stream of your existence, the only changes that could be communicated, like to a trained eye like Rui’s, were the drawings plastered around your walls. She squints around for a moment; searching through these drawings was the highlight for them. It was a game, but also a secret. To find the minute changes within the plain woods covered with suns made with half circles and pointed lines resembling barely drawn trees, dogs, and people–to find the little changes of you reflected in poorly done scribbles done by kids too young to understand, but too enthusiastic to stop.
She looks around, finding nothing for the moment, until–There it is! Two little stick figures–a small one with a little pink bow in her hair, and a marginally taller one with a splattered apron and blank expression, no doubt representing you–holding hands on a stark white background. A smile frames their face.
“I want to be an art teacher.”
He stops stretching for a moment, looking up at you.
“Specifically, I want to be a kids’ art teacher.”
Oh.
Her mind takes a swift pause. It’s not like it’s unheard of–actually, far from it. You were intelligent; not to say Rui was completely stupid, but they knew her strengths lay. You were the brain sculpting the world into shapes with your skilled hands, while Rui was the beauty placing them in perfect order. You were intelligent, and at that point, most of the most intelligent people they knew up until his high school life were teachers.
Still, something felt off; she crossed their legs together, staring at the wooden floor beneath both of your feet, uncharacteristically silent. Huh. It feels….boring…no, it was something else..maybe unfitting? Like wearing a shirt that fits everywhere else, but the collar is just the tiniest bit loose around the neck; she couldn’t understand it. Being a teacher was respectable, and everyone else who claimed the position felt admirable to them. However, Rui had always thought, assumed, that something grander lay ahead for you–for both of you.
In Rui’s mind, you were two north stars blindly shining within the sky’s orbit; two special untouchables within the black void who only found solace in the constant circling that kept you touching infinity. So…why?
He felt her face scrunch; their eyes began to bloom bits of red as she ruminated more and more.
A star’s purpose is to shine as brightly as possible; There is no other way for it to live. It must clutter the sky with its untouchable beauty as they flow and vanish into each other’s image. So, why? Why couldn’t, no, wouldn’t you shine along with them anymore? What could a floating ball of dirt provide you outside of the galaxy? The galaxy you both existed in?
The silence stretched on until your meek, “...It sounds odd. Doesn’t it?” pierces his ears. The sentence rings throughout the practice room walls like an annoying, deafening rattle.
She looks up for a moment as you quietly continue.
“I know I’m too…dull.”
Your brows knit to your sketching pad, boring an endless hole into the newsprint; they can see your hands faintly shake, holding your perfectly shaven graphite pencil.
“I don’t…work well with other people…much less kids…So, I don’t know how it’ll work.”
You take a faint pause, looking down at your feet. She’s always known you to keep your head high and proud, even in moments where others would break. You were a force, one that unconcernedly followed and bent everything to your will without a second thought; at least, until now. A broken mumbling of “If ever.” slips from your lips, shattering their soft heart.
The world is cruel, isn’t it? Constantly pulling and shoving you and Rui into different directions and boxes that neither of you ever decided to take place in; throwing labels like “girl”, “boy”, “cold”, “warm”, “loud”, “creepy”, without ever taking a moment to know anything other than their own judgments. He supposes she was guilty of this, too.
In a way, they presumed that she imposed their own will on you. To Rui, there was no such thing as “too big” because that’s all he ever was. It was all she had ever wanted. To them, how could anything be too big when it’s the only way she knew how to exist? It was like saying your home didn’t exist, although they realized that isn’t how you felt. The galaxy was too big for you, and it overwhelmed instead of comforting you.
He scooted slowly towards you, staying quiet; you couldn’t bear to look up at her, so they settled on looping your pinkies together. A promise since little kids.
“I think you’ll be a great teacher.” she says, nuzzling their messy bangs into your shoulder. He feels your shoulder shake slightly.
Maybe the galaxy isn’t the place that you need to be; it’s too big, overstimulating, dark with people who don’t care or understand how each ball of gas burns so brightly to catch even a sliver of their attention. Rui could survive that; they welcomed it, but would you even want to? No, you wouldn’t. They should have known you would have hated it. She hates that she didn’t realize it sooner.
His nose nudges into your neck, willing you to look at them. The back of her neck feels hot from their growing hair and pulsing shame. She should know you better than anyone, and he couldn’t notice the obvious. Your head turns slowly, eyes gleaming with the faint sorrow of unreachable dreams. Her shame beats along the back of her neck as their head leans up. They bump your foreheads together, an old signal meaning close your eyes. Calm down. Instinctively, you close your eyes as Rui looks at you for a moment. He soaks in her own selfish shame rising to the back of their ears as the croaks of the practice room floors provide a white noise. She closes their eyes, and you both take a deep breath. Everything feels a bit lighter.
The galaxy isn’t the place for you, but that’s fine. He’ll just help build a home down on earth with you.
She opens her eyes and leans in slightly. They breathe shakily, cautiously slotting their lips onto yours. You’ve kissed before; once as an accident as kids while play-fighting, and a second time while Rui tested new makeup on you in middle school. This kiss, however, felt deeper than those. It felt like everything unthought and unsaid, between you both. It felt like a new path that you two couldn’t return from, and that sat fuzzily in his stomach. After a moment, they pulled away slightly, feeling the sting of shame in her bones turn into a tepid blush. They opened her eyes, bracing, but only saw your warm smile.
“Rui.”
“Yesss?”
“Time’s up.”
“Ok!” He chirps, leaning into a new position.
Rui sips on their soup daintily while you rummage through your fridge.
“Did you listen to our new comeback?” she purrs as you carefully lean over their chair to lay her glass near his filled bowl, replying with a smooth, “Yes. It’s catchy.”
They lean herself back in the chair, laying a sneaky kiss on the side of your neck.
“Our album is going to be even better.” she mutters, trailing their lips higher and higher until he leaves a scorching lip mark on your cheek.
“I don’t expect anything else.” you say, leaning your head into her hungry lips.
They give a playful chuckle, onslaughting your face with gentle pecks and occasional bites.
Loving isn’t easy. It is far different from anything Rui knows; still, loving you feels so easy.
“We should celebrate after it releases.” she says, leaving a particularly obnoxiously-sounding kiss against your reddened cheek as their sharply manicured head holds your head in place. He loves you so much. As friends, lovers, or something else outside or within those, it doesn’t matter that much anymore. She loves you, and at this moment, that’s all that matters.
“Ice cream?”
They give you a lovestruck smile as she looks at you, replying, “It’s a date.”
Maybe one day, you’ll cross that bridge; however, they’re more than content to be your one and only muse.
pairing : XLOV x gn!reader (i made this as gender neutral as i could)
genre : fluff
a/n : hiiii!!! i’m here with my first post:) sadly, my zb1 requests are still rotting in my inbox and drafts but i’ll get to them later!! EVOL, i hope you enjoy this 🙂↕️🙂↕️ i had to post something xlov related because since debut theyre my new hyperfixation (it got so bad that i ordered their album a few days ago in the middle of the night); excuse any spelling mistakes pls i wrote this in an hour in the middle of the night
✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏Wumuti﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏
Physical touch
HAVE WE NOT SEEN HOW HE BABIES HARU??? This and the way he hugs the members.... ok excuse me for a second I need to cry. Like you cannot tell me this!!! Man!! Would not be clinging on you like a koala on a tree every day, every hour, every minute and every second. Do not even get me started on how he will melt in your arms when you hug him!! I think he would be the number one hug enthusiast.
Bonus points if you pat/caress his back/head while hugging him!! His soul would leave his body in an INSTANT.
When receiving I think he would also love words of affirmation.. tell him his performance was amazing and he will FOLD!!!
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Once Wumuti returns backstage after his group's performance, the second you are in his sight he rushes toward you, capturing you in a tight hug.
"You did so well, Muti! I'm so proud of you," you whisper in his ear, caressing his back; resulting in him hugging you even tighter.
He doesn't respond, although you could feel the love radiating from him, speaking in its own way.
"I wouldn't have done without you... love you" he smiles at you, completely melting in your arms." ‘ ‘
✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏Rui﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏
Words of affirmation
AHHH I'm not gonna even elaborate!!! I've recently watched a fan call with him in which he complimented a lot the fan's makeup, && let me tell you that completely made up my mind..!'m 100% sure he would compliment his s/o every time he gets the chance to - and also over anything;; from your hair to your scent/perfume to even hobbies that you're currently really into these days:)
I have a feeling he would love receiving compliments and affectionate words, just as much as he loves giving. He would surely blush a lot too<3
,,
Rui peeks through your bedroom door's crack, just enough to capture your face. Biting your lip in concentration, you apply your eyeliner with precision, not noticing the boy silently watching you from afar.
"your makeup is so pretty," Rui says, his voice barely above a whisper, trying not to catch you off guard.
"thank you," you reply with a gummy smile, blowing him a kiss from your vanity. He smiles back, feeling his heart beating faster and faster.
You still feel his gaze lingering on you, but this time he gathers up the courage to enter your room and sit down on a chair next to your vanity, resting his head on the cold surface of the desk.
"I don't know what I did in my life to deserve such a lovely partner like you... I'm so glad to have you as my lover."
‘ ‘
and the shower of compliments continues…
p.s if by any chance and i mean ANY chance you’re that girl with the makeup rui fancall you are a strong person. i would have cried ON THE SPOT if i was you….
✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏Hyun﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏
Physical touch / Words of affirmation
Definitely not another one based on a fan call haha.... (sweats and looks around)
I SWEAR on everything I own he is a SUCKER!! For both physical touch && words of affirmation. basciallyyyyyyy a mix of Wumuti and Rui :D
NOW!! I just know he would be the type of boyfriend that would fix your hair/ tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ears and everything!! I mean everything!! With physical touch or that involves staying close to you:) He would also really like complimenting you and noticing different things about you every day, like changing your usual eyeshadow color, getting a haircut or getting your nails done.
When receiving I think he would be big on compliments, like saying simple stuff like "Your hair is really pretty today" or "This outfit really suits you" …he's already planning your wedding yup.. And to really drive him insane, the cherry on top, play with his hair.
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After a long day of work, you find yourself and Hyun relaxing in bed while watching one of your favorite shows.
Your hand slowly runs through Hyun's hair, softly massaging his scalp, focused on the bright TV screen. To Hyun, if he would ever be asked to describe heaven, this would be the first thing that would pop up in his mind.
"These PJs look good on you, this color really suits you," you mumbled, caressing Hyun's cheek.
"..What? Oh! Thanks.." he manages to say, before hiding his face under the blanket , visibly flustered.
‘ ‘
HE WILL!! think about that compliment for the whole week
✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏Haru﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏
Acts of service
I THINK HE WOULD BE SUCH AN ACTS OF SERVICE BF!! He would do small things like ask you (even in the middle of the night) if you want anything from the convenience store or bring you a glass of water when you wake up. && don't even play with him! he would be so serious about this acts of service thing, no matter how much you decline breakfast in bed, two minutes after he serves you a whole FEAST regardless of what you said (food burnt or not, he would still be very proud of it)
To really make him fall head over heels for you, take care of him. Make/buy him dinner, cuddle with him, etc etc!! Let me tell u he will IMMEDIATELY fold <3
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"Huh? What's all of this food on the table? are we having guests tonight?" Haru observes the table, full of delicious dishes.
"No, Haru.. I thought I should make you dinner as a thank you for making me breakfast this morning. "Come on, let's eat. The food's gonna get cold"
Before you could sit down, Haru swiftly captures you in a hug, showing his gratitude for your thoughtful act. " ‘ ‘
(im so sorry for writing less for haru.. i’ll make up to it, i promise!) (love my 2 apples tall king)
summary: You meet Kuanjui in a quaint coffee shop before he debuts, not knowing anything about who he is or what he does. When you do learn, you're only happy to get more invested in his job and his group members. Until one fateful, special fansign where his outfit has you going off the rails.
a/n: 250708 outfit and hair had me absolutely foaming at the mouth. Oh my god. Not even writing this cured me, it might have just made me worse
You were sitting in the corner of a small bakery that was open surprisingly late, and that alone could have kept you coming back. It was only made more compelling considering that everything they made was delicious, you suspected some bit of witchcraft, and it somehow wasn't popular enough to be overcrowded. And obviously it was open late enough to conform to the rest of your schedule.
Your current task was not going well, however, and it caused you to be so easily distracted. Every flash of someone walking past outside or the chiming of the door had you looking up. It was summer, so the streetlights wouldn't turn on for quite a while yet, but you still couldn't see the sun as it sank behind the tall city buildings.
It was getting close to closing time even if it wasn't dark out and you had to remind yourself to get ready to leave and not disturb the very nice people who worked here and had surely come to recognize you by now.
Thankfully, you weren't ready to leave quite yet when one of the last customers came in. Quite possibly the most beautiful person you had ever seen face to face, which was doubly unfair when you were wearing practically the same type of lounge clothes as them yet felt like you looked a bit like a mop. Your saving grace was sitting near the edge of the store and having no one facing you to watch as you stared down this stranger.
Something in their mind or gaze must have tipped them off you were staring and they turned to look back at you before you had properly, humanly registered that you should stop staring. It was only for a second, maybe one and a half, where you locked eyes before your brain kicked in and you scrambled to pick your stuff up because you needed to leave now.
You were not fast enough to escape their notice and you watched white sneakers approach and stop at your table. Chewing lightly on your bottom lip, you tried to look up without looking like you were looking at them. It didn't work, the pretty stranger could tell immediately and was grinning at you. You sighed and looked up fully, giving an awkward smile, not really sure how to proceed when caught so red-handed.
"Well, hello there, what's your name?" They bent over slightly, a perfectly arched back, to look at you still bent over the table where you were collecting your things before.
You pulled yourself back up to talk properly, and they went with you. Exchanging introductions, you found yourself only more immediately charmed by Kuanjui. He was so elegant, in a way that you clearly saw when you stared, but only became more obvious when he moved and spoke.
The cash register closed loudly from the counter and it jolted you back to reality, you did actually have to leave, preferably before they kicked you out. Hurrying to gather the remainder of your items, you felt the reversal as Kuanjui watched you. It felt bold to assume anything and take any initiative, even when he was the one to come talk to you.
Thankfully, it seemed he had ample confidence for the both of you.
"Give me your phone. Or your number."
You floundered, too many things moving around in your hands, but the easy smile on his face when he handed it back was worth the effort. He held the door open as you walked out, and you blushed as you bid him goodbye feeling him watching you still until you turned a corner.
Your thought process turned away from solely him, but there was a consistent undercurrent in the back of your mind just repeating, "how did that happen? Was he even real?" It went until you fall asleep.
You didn't dream about him, cliche as it would be to do so. Or perhaps you did, but that particular dream was one you didn't remember. Your preoccupation with dreams you did remember, as well as your real life, was why you don't remember to text Kuanjui back that morning. You took a lunch break and took out your phone from your pocket, and your brain fired to abruptly remind you of the last time you took your phone out of your pocket like that.
What do you say to open a conversation? Was he just being friendly or was he looking for something else too? With such a limited interaction you got no read on what Kuanjui was looking for in this situation.
Hey, it's _. The guy from the cafe last night
Short and sweet and simple. There was no response for a while, and you got it. It was totally okay, you were also a busy adult. That didn't stop you from checking the screen one, or five hundred, times hoping for a response.
Yay! Hi there not-so-stranger!
You couldn't help but smile a little at his energy coming through the phone.
Not-so-stranger?
Well. I don't text strangers. But we can't be anything else so quick either
And so it went the whole afternoon, significantly distracting you from most of the productivity you'd normally have during this time period. Nothing would break without you being focused for a day, so you let yourself have it. Though you did almost break an ankle staring at your phone and walking to your apartment. Thankfully no one saw you do it, and hopefully no one heard you either.
The texts continued as you made dinner and you had to pay a little more attention if you want to eat tonight. It didn't totally stop you from holding your phone in one hand and attempting to tap away, anyways.
It continued that way, and you felt a little embarrassed that you were acting like a high schooler the way you were attached to your phone texting a boy. A man, since you were adults, but it felt the same way as high school crushes did.
It all paid off one day when Kuanjui texted you with the question you had given up on hoping for.
Do you wanna go get coffee with me this weekend? Or something else, if you're not a coffee fan
Your reply was exceedingly normal and calm, not willing to make an absolute fool of yourself in front of Kuanjui.
So your plans were made for the weekend and all you had to do was not fuck it up, or fuck up your job, before that day came! No problem. You definitely didn't spend hours imagining the date in your head or planning what you were going to wear and do the day of. Never.
One would think that would make the day of easier considering you had imagined practically every possible path, but the human brain is mysterious. You got yourself a drink and a pastry, considering one for Kuanjui as well but having no idea what he would want. Perhaps you could swoop in and pay for him when he got here, if you were quick with it.
You didn't even have to wait that long, and Kuanjui was still a few minutes early which made you feel a little better about how this whole thing might go. Clearly, he didn't see you yet, and you gave yourself a minute to admire his "casual but still trying" outfit. As he decided on something to order you stood up and prepared to swoop in and slap your card down. It was close, but you did manage to slide your card under his onto the card reader, and when it confirmed you turned to smile at him.
Mistake. Any surprise about your sudden appearance had disappeared and all that was left was the most devastating pout you had ever seen. Kindergarteners wished they were on this level. You blinked, temporarily stunned and you saw a curve of a smirk start to take over before Kuanjui pulled it back and kept staring and pouting, hard.
"It was the least I could do, okay? You set up this whole date, I repay by buying things for you." You shrugged, handing him his coffee when the worker slid it over the counter.
"That is not how that works at all! I asked you, so I should pay for you." Kuanjui took a defiant sip of his coffee, furrowing his eyebrows as he stared at you.
You considered his words as you led him back to the table you had parked yourself at.
"Too late now. Maybe," you looked out the window and twisted your mouth, wondering if you should be so bold. "You should ask me for a second date so you can try again."
Kuanjui's mouth dropped open slightly and you started to think you shouldn't have said that, maybe even take it back, but then he started blushing so prettily and tried to cover it when he realized too. You rested your chin in your hands and took the moment to stare at him, seeing if he'd fluster more. If honesty was all it took to do this, you'd have no problems.
Sure enough, even more blushing, and Kuanjui started giggling and shaking his head at you. He turned it on you just as easily when he blinked slowly and looked at you through his lashes coyly.
"Keep flirting like this and I think you'll land yourself more than one extra."
By the end of the date, you were confident that you wanted more than one extra too. It was so easy to talk and learn about each other. Something about how Kuanjui had such an interesting life, told in such a soft and unassuming voice, kept you entranced for hours.
You stepped onto the sidewalk outside the cafe together, but both of you were clearly a little reluctant to end the night as well as awkward in trying to do so.
"So, uh, did I keep up the flirting enough for more of this?" You asked shyly.
Kuanjui hurriedly turned to you, beaming. "Oh, of course! Perhaps we could talk about that while I walk you home?"
You raised an eyebrow. "What a gentleman you are, who would've thought."
Terrible news for your heart, Kuanjui just had to pull out his pout again. He was going to learn how much power it had over you and use it to his advantage for sure.
"Now what does that mean, mister!"
"Well, you're just so pretty, I thought I should be the one to walk you home instead."
"Oh!" Kuanjui covered his mouth with his hand, but the smile that came over his face was still clear to you. "No no no. I'll be fine, I have roommates to call if I need anything."
That made you feel better about his safety on his own way home, and you turned towards where your apartment was, letting Kuanjui fall into step with you. You made a turn that you would usually think nothing of until Kuanjui made a fake dramatic sigh of relief and you looked over at him with obvious confusion.
"That was basically the same way I walk until now and I thought this was going to be how I learned you were a stalker or something."
"So close yet I never saw you before a few weeks ago? I must have had terrible timing." You shake your head at yourself, wondering if there was times you had seen Kuanjui but just not noticed him somehow.
Kuanjui giggled sweetly. "Oh, I'm not really a go out type of person. Too much going on for that."
You hummed thoughtfully, wanting to ask what was keeping him so busy, but decided to leave the intrigue for when there was more time to really talk about it.
"I'm just glad you won't have too far to go then, I'm up in this one." You stopped and nodded up.
"Well, I was glad to be your knight in shining armour for this journey, my good sir." Kuanjui bowed, and then glanced at you before taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it.
You rolled your eyes indulgently, but secretly you were memorizing the way your hands fit together and hoping there was more of that to come. Only time would tell and you watched Kuanjui walk down the street for a minute before actually heading inside.
The second your front door closed behind you, you fell against it and buried your face in your hands, giggling quietly and incessantly at everything that had happened today. Looking back, it didn't feel quite real that it went so well.
It was near the end of date 3 that you found out what had kept Kuanjui so busy before. You were sitting on a park bench, watching the people going by and getting a beautiful view of the sunset behind them. It felt like watching a painting in front of you.
"So." Kuanjui spoke up suddenly, and you turned to him, but he wasn't looking at you. "I needed to tell you anyways, but now it's really relevant. I've been a kpop trainee for 2 years, and my group is debuting soon."
It wasn't what you had expected, but with such an extensive dance background it wasn't a surprise that Kuanjui wanted to be an idol and had been snatched up by an agency for his talents.
"That's really cool! I'm sure you've been working hard, I hope you've been resting."
He laughed in a slightly sad way.
"As much as I can, but it all needs to be right. Our leader takes good care of us though, makes sure we're not running ourselves too ragged. We have to team up to do it back to him though, he won't make himself rest."
You nodded as you thought about the people you had met that were that type, always taking care of others but not themselves.
"Can I meet these group members of yours? Are these the roommates you've talked about before?" You had a lot more questions about what his life was like and how people outside, like you, could fit into it. But you saved those for now.
"Um, yeah! You could come to a practice day and hang out for a while. It gets all of us in our… natural habitat, I guess."
You shook your head, protesting. "I dunno about that, I wouldn't wanna be a distraction to you guys working."
Kuanjui just shakes his head with a soft smile, staring at the ground in front of him. "We already know everything, the practices are just for polishing now. I think we'd all welcome the distraction. Wumuti, our leader, might be a little prickly at first but he'll get over it."
You hesitate, still not sure if you want to enter and disrupt such a fragile environment. But it sounds kind of fun, you really need to meet more people, and you'd meet people who are clearly important to the man sitting next to you.
"Okay. But if I'm seriously interrupting then I'm gonna leave no matter what."
Kuanjui nods understandingly. "And I was wondering how I'll introduce you. I was thinking, could I formally introduce you as my boyfriend?"
Your eyes fly wide in shock, not expecting two big turn of e in one night. Nothing you could say you're upset about, of course.
"Really? You don't wanna put me through the friend test before the boyfriend title?"
Kuanjui turns to you fully, taking one of your hands in his and making intense eye contact.
"No, I have full confidence that they'll like you. I've talked about you already. And maybe the boyfriend title will make you less likely to get scared away by them."
So you set a date and time to meet your boyfriend's groupmates and close friends. He's also able to tell you the official debut date and you tell him that you'll be waiting and ready for the moment it drops. You can't wait to see Kuanjui in such a new way, and in his element, performing.
The day finally comes, and you're nearly as nervous as you were before your first, official, date with Kuanjui. Which is to say, you are very nervous. Nervous in different ways too, because now Kuanjui was important to you and these people were important to him, so this meeting felt like it had to go well.
You had the address to the agency building, and proof to get you past any security. The group had started practice before you even woke up, so you were trusted to get yourself in. It looked like a pretty normal and small building, at least compared to the other agency buildings you had ever passed by.
The directions to the practice room were clear and you stood outside the door, taking a few deep breaths before opening it and peeking inside. The song playing through the speakers was loud, but honestly you were barely processing it between all the noise in your head. Apparently, you had entered at just the right time to watch Kuanjui drop into a frankly insane back bend on his knees.
You heard yourself squeak at the sight and slapped your hand over your mouth as all 4 people in the room turned to look at you. Kuanjui looked over his shoulder and then stood with an insulting lack of effort, hurrying over to you.
"You're here! Come in, come in, don't be shy now." He grabbed your arm and pulled you to where the rest of the group was standing.
One of them had turned off the music and you internally thanked them, it made it much harder to think and talk.
"Guys, this is my boyfriend!" Kuanjui wiggled his fingers in your direction like he was doing a magic trick and the smile on his face was a little wobbly. Was he hiding his nervousness about this for you before?
You hurriedly bow to them, fumbling with your words in a very embarrassing manner.
"H-hello! It's very nice to meet all of you."
They chimed back similarly but when none of them took initiative to introduce themselves Kuanjui harrumphed and put his hands on his hips.
"Do I have to do everything around here? Fine!" He grabbed your arm again, pulling you closer and pushing your shoulders to make you face the first member. "This is Haru, he's our maknae. Jinhyung, our giant main vocal. And, of course, our leader Wumuti!"
You waved and bowed to each person as Kuanjui turned you to face them, and they did the same back, looking at the pair of you amusedly. Except for Wumuti, who gave a small wave and then stared you down like a parent examining their child's new partner. And damn was he good at it because even when you looked away his gaze was chilling. Of course, Kuanjui noticed and started whining at his leader.
"Muti-hyuuuuuuuuung. You can't scare him away already, I just got him."
Wumuti cocked his hip out and raised an eyebrow. "If he's scared away by this much, then that's deserved."
Haru muttered "you are so much scarier than you think you are."
You huffed a laugh and then covered it with a very conspicuous cough when Wumuti looked at you again. The sooner you could win this guy over the better, for sure. They had to get back to practicing soon, so you took a seat at the back wall near the corner so you wouldn't be caught in the mirror too much.
Before, you hadn't really processed that you'd be getting access to spoilers to their debut and it was a pretty big act of trust to let you in and just hope you wouldn't leak anything. You couldn't imagine doing so, taking away their big moment, but they didn't know that for sure.
Watching Kuanjui drop into the backbend again was just as impressive as the first time, and then he followed it up with another pair of insane spins and you just had to wonder again who the hell you pulled. Sure, you had learned he could dance and he had shown you some of his videos, but seeing it now and with your own eyes was simply a different experience.
Clearly, the others weren't slackers either. After the first chorus, Wumuti did a pair of kicks at practically eye level while Jinhyung held him up, and then Jinhyung did a ridiculous move of his own to push himself to standing. Safe to say, your mouth was wide open watching this whole thing, and your phone screen had long gone dark in your lap.
The song ended with a shrug and all was silent for a moment save for the sounds of their heavy breathing. That was before you started clapping, enthusiastically, probably loud enough to mimic the sound of multiple people watching. Everyone turned to you to bow, laughing at your enthusiastic assent, even as they continued to breathe heavily.
"First test audience approves, that's good." Wumuti said, patting everyone's backs and hugging them close.
It was obvious how much he cared about them even in this short time. Kuanjui winked at you but had to go to where his bag was to grab his water bottle. You couldn't look at him for much longer as Jinhyung and Haru closed in and flopped to sit down on either side of you. The sudden movement made you jump a little and then you looked between them, blinking.
"Hyung brings someone in and you think we're not gonna ask you any questions?" Haru grinned at you.
You sat up, back suddenly straight and wondering what type of questions these were gonna be.
Jinhyung dispelled any worry when he excitedly asked, "yeah! Important questions, like, what's your favourite pokemon? And if you don't have one we'll find one."
You slumped back against the wall, letting all your muscles go comically loose and slack, it made both of them laugh. Kuanjui chose that time to come over, wincing when you hit your head on the wall. You gave him a small smile and shake of your head to silently tell him you're okay. He didn't seem entirely convinced but let you have it.
Haru noticed all of it though. "You two already have that telepathic couples communication? Gross."
Kuanjui kicked one lithe leg at him, but you could tell it wasn't serious, even as Haru shrieked and curled away. They continued like that for a while, with only minimal amounts of more violence. Real practice time had to come back around though, and you watched as your boyfriend proceeded to stand up by doing a backwards somersault upwards. You blinked, wondering if you even saw that correctly, and also wondering why on earth he decided to do that in the first place.
"He likes to do that, but I also think he's trying to impress you right now. Be impressed." Wumuti fake whispered, hand cupped around the side of his mouth.
You gave an exaggerated large nod at him, and then clapped, patronizingly slow and large for Kuanjui's roll. Kuanjui rolled his eyes, spinning towards the mirror and kneeling into his starting position. You were the only one still paying attention to him, even as you were laughing, so you saw the wink Kuanjui gave you through the mirror.
But as you looked around, you could only be happy with how well it was going so far and it really seemed like they liked you. Or, if nothing else, didn't hate you. Watching them laugh, you wondered how you could have been so intimidated before, then they visibly locked in as the song started and it sort of made sense again.
This was more than just a run through, Wumuti was shouting different things over the music and you didn't see any difference but you were sure that they were all adjusting in real time. After a few repeats of the song Wumuti stood up and turned off the music. You thought they might be taking another break, but no such thing.
"Live vocals! Doesn't have to be 100%, but like… 75% minimum."
Jinhyung let out a short scream from where he was crouched and heavily breathing, and you startled then laughed under your breath a little. Clearly, practice was draining and tiring in multiple ways, but they still managed to make it fun even while they struggled through.
6 months later it was the exact same feeling. Perhaps with a little more heart and levity since it was a comeback rather than debut. You also joined in with their goofiness more now, and all of them took the chances they had to get closer with you over these months. Plenty of groupchats, secret photos, inside jokes. You weren't a part of the team, no matter how many dance practices and recordings you attended, but you felt like something pretty close to it. And it felt great to have this space with 4 people you enjoyed being around so much.
You turned the corner to the usual practice room with a cardboard cupholder in hand, the scents of various drinks mixing and wafting to your nose. The practice room was left open this time and you dramatically kicked it open and flicked your hair when they turned to you.
"Your fabulous delivery boy has arrived with the drinks!"
Haru bounded up and over to you from his spot on the wall, and you were wondering if he even needed more caffeine. Too late, you watched him chug a quarter of it down. Kuanjui was last up and took the opportunity to put a hand on your hip and pull you close to him. You turned into him, wrapping both arms around his neck and pressing together.
It was so nice, being surrounded by his warmth and the warmth of the conversation of the other three. It had to be interrupted eventually, they still had a job to do. Kuanjui risked a kiss before he pulled away entirely, and you smiled at him as you two managed to escape the usual teasing somehow.
As with their debut, the group would proceed to attend many fansigns for months after their comeback, even while starting to prepare for the next songs. You went to as many as you could and stayed backstage, or watching from the sidelines, which was as close as you were ever allowed to get.
It was fun watching them be so silly on the stage and having so much fun talking to and performing for all the fans.
The best day, or worst depending on your view, started backstage while you waited in the prep room watching all the hair and makeup. Often the members did their own or helped each other, but that day there was one stylist going around helping them as necessary. You stopped paying attention for a while, it was fun to be surprised by their looks as much as you could be. Some time later, how much time you couldn't tell for sure, you snapped out of it when you could feel and see Kuanjui leaning over you, probably trying to peek at your phone screen.
You snapped down the power button and started looking up to pout at him, only to get stuck about halfway up on his outfit.
The bright pink top matched his hair well, you had loved watching the pink fade so nicely, and the shirt was perfectly cropped to show his slender waist. You had never wanted to hide him from the fans, knowing how much Kuanjui loved his job, but somebody was trying to test you today. From their styling record it just might have been Kuanjui who picked this out for himself, knowing what it would do to you.
You could feel the heat rising on your cheeks and wondered if he could tell, it seemed like he could always tell when you were flustered, even if you weren't physically together. Continuing your admiration, you saw how the stylist must have helped Kuanjui with curling his short hair, knowing he wasn't so skilled that he could do it that quickly, yet.
"How do you like my outfit today?" Kuanjui asked innocently. He asked the question every time, but you really thought he could do away with the formality today and judge from your reaction.
"It-" your voice squeaked and you cleared your throat, "it looks great! You probably knew that already, didn't you."
Kuanjui just laughed at how you looked at him, and fell down next to you, urging you to let him look at what you were doing. You did so, muttering about how spoiled he was under your breath, knowing you were the problem, the one who spoiled him so badly.
They didn't get much longer to prepare, and you took your usual spot on the sidelines, hidden unless a fan really decided to look, but able to see the group unless they went to the front of the stage.
The time flew as you were both locked in on watching them and not mentally present to your spot at all. Kuanjui's outfit had rattled you even more than you let on, and you didn't know how you were going to restrain yourself once you had him in front of you again.
It turned out that you might not have had to at all when Wumuti came backstage first and passed you. He put one hand on your shoulder and leaned to whisper in your ear, "second room on the right is empty."
You just turned your head and blinked at him, and Wumuti only winked and kept walking. All you could do was shake your head and wonder how obvious you had been. Wumuti was observant and you had to hope Haru and Jinhyung weren't so much so. They passed by without a second look so you assumed you were safe there. If they noticed something happening they always made it obvious.
Kuanjui was last, happily waving and blowing kisses to fans. Maybe he did it because he wanted to see the fans a little more, or maybe he knew you were going to be waiting. It was hard to tell how much he knew, always keeping his intentions tucked away in his back pocket.
You didn't say anything as he came up to you, smiling like it was any other day and any other fansign, instead of one that was causing you to lose your mind very slowly. Still, it seemed that he caught on quickly when you caught his wrist and dragged him, willingly, into the room that Wumuti mentioned and closed the door behind you both, closing you off to the world behind the door. It was immediate, how close you got, crowding him against the door. Two hands on his criminally small waist, fingers splayed as you touched as much of the open skin as you could.
Kuanjui smirked and watched through half-lidded eyes as you gripped his waist, with your eyes closed and breathing slowly like you were trying to contain yourself. Problem was, he didn't want you to contain yourself. Instead, he took your hands and pushed them up higher beneath his already short crop top. Your eyes snapped open to meet his and he held you there.
"Do you understand what it did to me to sit there for two hours watching, knowing that fans were recording that outfit and that people must be freaking out online the second anything was posted?" You said it quietly, but each word seemed to be sucked out of you.
"Sure. But weren't you the one to see it first? And now you're the one holding me against a wall." Kuanjui tilted his head, tapping his fingers on yours.
You just had to sigh, because he was technically right after all. That helped mildly with how annoyed you had been about fans getting to witness all of this on the stage. Now, all of this was yours again and Kuanjui didn't miss how your shoulders lowered a little, even as you kept looking at each other. At some point you either began to sense his impatience or got impatient yourself, and grabbed him by the neck to pull his mouth to yours. It was a little harsh at first, you underestimated just how pliant Kuanjui would be in the moment.
But you adjusted, backing off by millimeters, and Kuanjui let out a little hum and a breath. At the same time you pushed your bodies even closer together, pushing his back into the door, but he probably didn't even feel it with the way he had started to grip and pull at the back of your shirt.
You let out a little satisfied hum of your own, happy with how easily you could get Kuanjui to act like this, like he had been waiting for it all along.
Your text tone went off like an alarm in your back pocket and you backed up to check it, hoping it wasn't anything actually important. Life was not on your side today because it was Wumuti saying you needed to return his dancer so they could pack up and leave. You rolled your eyes at the notice and sighed, leaning in for one last kiss before you had to let him go.
Kuanjui just smiled through it, clearly happy at all that had transpired for him today.
"Hey, if you want, I can see if I can come over after. I can wear a crop top and everything." Kuanjui said after you separated, giving you a wink for good measure.
It took all you had not to dramatically sink to your knees in front of him, and instead you settled for letting your head fall against the door and groaning loudly. He would be the death of you, but at least he was your boyfriend in the process.
Word Count: 837
Genre: Fluff
AU: Non idol AU
Tropes: Established relationship
Rating: PG-13, but I still ask that MINORS DNI!
Warnings: One suggestive joke. If you think I missed something though, please let me know!
Summary: Your wedding is everything you wanted it to be and more with Kuanjui by your side.
Nets: @winerys-collection, @mnemosynesjournal
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The day that you moved in with Kuanjui, he promised you that the two of you would be married within two years. You honestly had no idea if you believed him at the time, considering the fact that you'd never known him to be good at doing things within a specific time frame. But now, standingoutside of the hall where everyone you loved was waiting for you to walk down the aisle, you realized how foolish you were to doubt him. After all, when it mattered, he always kept his word.
Your bridesmaids entered the venue before you did, signaling to everyone that the ceremony was starting. As they walked toward the altar, your favorite song played from a small speaker at the front of the room. It was a soft, romantic ballad that you felt captured your relationship with Kuanjui perfectly, and as the time for your entrance came, you silently hoped your makeup wouldn’t be ruined by the tears that threatened to fall.
When the time for you to enter finally came, you carefully stepped into the room, eyes locked on Kuanjui to keep you grounded as you walked toward the beginning of the rest of your lives together. Once you were standing in front of him, he leaned closer and whispered, “Are you ready?”
“How could I not be?”
With a smile, you turned toward the officiant, and he went on for far longer than you wanted about the beauty of marriage and the importance of having someone in your corner. Sure, it was a beautiful speech, but you got more and more impatient with every word. You really just wanted to get to the part where you could declare your undying love and exchange the rings. So, while you waited, you fantasized about the rest of your life with Kuanjui.
Your focus was quickly pulled back, however, when it was finally time for the vows and exchanging of rings. Kuanjui read his first, and when he took your hand, a feeling settled in the pit of your stomach that told you that you were exactly where you were supposed to be.
With a smile, he said your name and began, “When we moved in together, I promised you that we would be married within two years. Now, a year later, we’re exactly where I promised you we’d be. I hope that just goes to show that I do know how to get things done.” You laughed softly, and he continued, “Now, as we walk into marriage together, I promise to love and protect you for the rest of my life. I promise to always act with your best interests in mind, and I promise that you will always have a safe place to come home to for as long as I have a say in the matter. I love you.” Then, with his eyes shining, he gently slid your ring onto your finger.
When Kuanjui finished his vows, the officiant turned to you, and you cleared your throat before you said, “Kuanjui, you’ve been my rock for four years now, and I can only hope that I’ve been able to support you in the same way over the course of our relationship.” You started to tear up as you spoke, so you took a moment to breathe before you said, “It’s been an honor to love you, and I swear that I will continue to love you with everything I have for as long as I live.” After you finished speaking, you carefully put Kuanjui’s ring on his finger and said, “I love you.”
By that point, both you and Kuanjui had started to cry, your makeup and his smudging as the two of you struggled to catch your breath. Once both of you collected yourselves, however, the officiant said, “Now that you’ve exchanged vows and rings, it is with great joy that I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
The first time you kissed Kuanjui as a married couple felt like magic. You got so lost in the way his lips felt on yours, in fact, that you almost forgot that you still had the rest of the wedding to go to. You were swiftly reminded, however, when you heard your friend Haru yell, “Get a room!”
When you pulled away, you looked into Kuanjui’s eyes and saw a combination of love and awe that you swore you’d never seen before, as you took his hand to walk out of the hall, you hoped that he’d keep looking at you just like that for the rest of your life.
As you made your way to the area of the venue reserved for the cocktail hour and reception, you laughed and said, “I can’t believe we’re married now.”
“Why is it such a shock? I told you I would marry you, didn’t I?”
“Well, yeah, but-”
“No buts, my love. You should know by now that I always keep my promises.” he said as he softly kissed your forehead.
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I've had a horrible week. Like so mentally down bad rn. So I'd like comfort from a spider boy that's definitely NOT comfort material but he is to me. Can you do him with the sister reader again? I'm the same person who requested the other one. If you don't do double requests, it's fine, just ignore it. But if you do, can you do a scenario where the sister just breaks down in tears infront of him? it's a hurt/comfort type of thing. The reason as to why she cried is up to you. Have a good day!
Awww. I’m so sorry about that, doll. I doubt you’re gonna be upset by the time this comes out but here, I’ll try the best I can for you! Here is sweetie Rui
Ayaki Rui- Funnel Blanket
“Sister. Look at me” Rui demanded in a rather gentle voice, opposing the usual cold and stern one he is known for around this household. Displease Rui and you end up his next deepfried prey to chow on. Rui has always been different with you, he never laid a single finger on you in a harmful manner
He adores you for your devotion and loyalty, he has a obsessive passion to keep you with him at all times and making sure you’re happy is another task he must complete to perfection. All so you will never wish to turn against him, nor even think about it. Rui, right now, needed to find out what’s wrong with his precious sister
He only left you alone for a few minutes to go handle the flocks of nuisance slayers running amok his laborious backyard. He comes back to hysterical sobbing and his useless makeshift siblings closing the door to your bedroom. Rui shooed them all away in the snap of fingers and almost torn down the wooden frame. He didn’t care for the stupid building, he only cared for his beloved sister
You sobbed, hands flinching away from your own puffy red cheeks and red puffy eyes as Rui’s soft thumbs brushed over the tears rolling down your beautiful face. He couldn’t stand the fact something made you cry, if it’s a breathing creature. He will dice them into literal pieces. If it’s a inanimate object, he will grind it down into smithereens. He could give less of a fuck for the world around him, he just wanted to keep you as his forever. No matter what he must do
You honestly didn’t want to spill the beans of the cause to your current misery. It was such a pathetic concern and your rationality knew that very well, you were wasting your emotions and tears on something that’ll never happen, a imaginary scenario at best. Your mother and father were taking longer than suspected with that odd trio of slayers. It made you horrified that Rui would have to step in and risk his life to defend the family he spent so long building
You didn’t want Rui to risk it for you. You love him so much that it hurts. You shed your sadness for him, rather he asks for it or not. On Rui’s side, he saw no reason to fear those slayers with a single ounce nor should the one so important to him. He is a Lower Moon, a member of the Twelve Kizuki that is actually much stronger than his rank indicates
The slayers should fear him and the fact they make such a mess of your gorgeous eyes and drip that mess all over your cute arachnid-styled kimono has veins growing all over Rui’s deathly pale skin as his hands slide down your face to cup your hands, holding them closer to his chest. Enabling you to feel his steady heartbeat, for the first time in his entire existence, he had a real heartbeat
Rui wasn’t going to leave you alone ever again and he wasn’t going anywhere until you are smiling and laughing again before him. Your happiness is his, your safety is his. You are his, his precious… forever
“Dokusha. Who made you cry like this? What is the problem. I demand you tell me every detail”
Xlov x gn!reader ; (i made this as gender neutral as i could) not proofread!!
—————————— Wumuti ——————————
Encourages you/ Motivates you
Comforts you when you’re at your lowest
Makes sure you’re safe and taking good care of yourself
I don’t even think I should elaborate. He just screams encouraging and caring bf!!!! He would be the type of lover that texts you 24/7, checking on you and making sure you’ve eaten and drank water:(((( You can’t tell me he wouldn’t encourage you to finish your work too! If you have a project you’re working on for work/school he would do his best to motivate you to finish it and also research the topic so if you’re feeling stuck on a topic he could help you understand it better:) Btw!! This motivating thing is also applied to hobbies. Didn’t get to finish whatever you were crocheting? He’s already watching a YouTube tutorial for it! Art block? He’s opening Pinterest and making a board so you could maybe get inspiration from there.
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It was a rainy afternoon. After a long and tiring school/work week, you lay on the couch, watching TV.
You were so lost in the brightly lit TV screen that you didn't notice Wumuti, your boyfriend, coming home from work.
"Hey! What are you doing?" he flashes you a cheeky smile before sitting down next to you. "What does it look like I'm doing?" you sigh.
"you haven't touched your crochet scarf in a while." Wumuti remarks. "Yeah. I don't feel motivated to work on it anymore."
"well... what if we work on it.. together? I can watch a quick YouTube tutorial for it." He says as he picks up the remote and searches on YouTube for a crocheting tutorial.
"Muti.... that tutorial is two hours.. are you sure you want to spend two hours just for us to work on a little scarf?" "Well of course!! Anything for my love"
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——————————— Rui ———————————
Wearing matching outfits
Cooking for you
Reminding you of stuff (taking your medicine etc etc…)
I had this thought of matching clothes with Rui while shopping like 1 week ago and IT HASN’T LEFT SINCE. You just can't tell me he wouldn't buy you two the coolest matching outfits.. LIKE if you’re getting invited to some special party or smth y’all would be dressed like you just got off the runway. His outfits never disappoint and neither will your matching outfits!!
I feel like he would put so much thought and love into your matching outfits, planning them, and paying close attention to the details of the clothes. Blushing when daydreaming about you two wearing them</3
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"Hey Rui!! Watcha doing?" you ask curiously, entering his bedroom. Scooting closer to him, you observe a selection of fancy-looking red clothes, piled up on his bed.
"Oh... nothing!!" he replies nervously, fidgeting with his fingers. He was hoping his plan wasn't that obvious.
Scanning the bed again, you finally get it.
"Are you perhaps planning something for the party next week?" you giggle at Rui's expression.
"Hmm.. maybe. I don't know... he replies in a teasing tone, closing the gap between the two of you with a soft forehead kiss. ‘‘
—————————— Hyun ——————————
Shows interest and tries to participate in your hobbies / hyperfixations
Literal servant,, won’t let you lift up a finger
Listens to you yap
Hyun is so boyfriend-coded. Like, he is the most boyfriend boyfriend to even boyfriend ever in the history of boyfriends. Won’t even let you lift a finger! Need something? No matter how comfortable he is, he will get up and get whatever you want. Crave a specific food? He’s already placing an order at the place you want to eat.
Oh, and don’t even get me started on how he’d get into every single one of your interests, to the point where he would read every!!!single!!!!article!!! about that interest on the fandom wiki. He’s THAT whipped for you.
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You and Hyun were laying on the couch, while you were playing your favorite videogame. Hyun's eyes were glued on your device's screen, closely scanning every detail.
"Is that Noa?" Hyun asks, trying to figure out the game's characters. He hasn't really paid attention to the pictures on the game's fandom Wikipedia page, so he was a little lost.
"No, silly! That's Hazel. Noa has black hair!" You jokingly scold him, making him laugh "My bad!!" he replies with a smile on his face "I'm trying my best" he jokes.
"so uh... where's Noa?" "Noa is the player dude!!".
After that, Hyun sighs and opens his phone, searching the game's Wikipedia page, and starting to scroll to the "characters" page. "Hyun." you laugh. "Are you seriously checking the game's character list?"
"Duh!! since you're so into this game, why not? ". His reply makes you giggle a little, rewarding him with a kiss on his cheek. ‘‘
—————————— Haru ——————————
Buys things that remind him of you
Makes sure you’re comfortable at all times
Shares his things/food with you
Buys like everything that reminds him of you me thinks… Like it could be anything! from a random keychain to a CD/vinyl. I can imagine him going into a gachapon store and randomly getting (or literally gambling at one of those lil gacha machines for a specific toy because a specific one caught his attention) a keychain/trinket with your favorite animal or cartoon just because it reminded him of you and he wanted to have a little something that he could carry everywhere.
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Haru stood in front of a silly little gachapon machine, observing the prizes. Shortly, his eyes land on a fluffy bunny keychain.
'This reminds me so much of y/n' he thought.
After a few minutes, he found himself in front of the same gachapon machine, now with a fist of tokens, hoping that the universe will maybe be on his side today. He tries once, a small pink sphere containing a cat keychain dropped down from the machine. He tries twice, yet the same keychain makes its way down the machine.
With his last token and a small prayer recited in his head, he slowly pushes the token into the machine.
To his surprise, a different-colored sphere appears.
He prays one more time, this time with the ball in his hands, before slowly opening it.
To his surprise, it was the bunny keychain he was hoping to get. He quietly celebrates his achievement, then unlocks his phone to Facetime you, to show off his new lovely keychain.
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a/n : thank u very very much for reading!! i am very sorry for how late i posted this <\3 more xlov content is on the way!!
