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“They say, "Expectations are too high””

Chishiya Shuntaro x F!reader

Genre: fluff/casual, flirty

I said I wanted a man who’d take care of me, kiss me stupid, and maybe threaten a few people on my behalf.They said I was delusional.Then I met Chishiya.And now I’m in love and also a little scared.Perfect.

A/N: this is kind of short but i’ve been obsessing w this song so i haddd to write this

People used to say your standards were too high. That guys like that didn’t exist.

“You’ll never find a man like that.” they’d say.

“He’s probably fictional.”

“Or emotionally stunted.”

“Or dead.”

Well, joke’s on them, because your man is emotionally stunted, arguably a little fictional, and technically has almost died like eight times, but he’s yours.

Shuntaro Chishiya.

Professional schemer.

Amateur boyfriend.

10/10 face card.

0/10 communication skills.

But somehow? Perfect for you.

⸻

You’re lying on a rooftop in Borderland Tokyo, watching the stars (or what’s left of them), and Chishiya’s got his hoodie pulled halfway over his face like he’s too cool for oxygen.

“You know” you say, arms folded behind your head, “if someone had told me the guy I ended up with would be emotionally detached, criminally hot, and only soft for me, I would’ve laughed.”

He doesn’t look at you, but you know he’s listening.

“And yet here you are. The walking, talking version of a Pinterest boyfriend board. Quiet. Jealous only when I want you to be. Picks me up at exactly eight.”

He hums. “Time is important.”

“You’re not even trying to deny it anymore.”

“Why would I? I’m clearly thriving.”

“I thought you said I was emotionally unavailable.”

“Yeah, but in a charming way. Like, you’re mysterious, not emotionally dead.”

He finally turns to look at you, and his smirk is so subtle you barely catch it.

“You forgot ‘takes care of you in the bedroom” he says casually.

Oh.

OH???

“Excuse me?” You cough, blinking dramatically. “Sir, are you flirting with me?”

“I’m dating you.”

“Yeah, but that was borderline illegal levels of flirt.”

He shrugs. “Am I wrong?”

You roll onto your side and grin. “No, you are very correct. But don’t let it go to your pretty head.”

“It’s already there.”

“Where Silence Feels Safe”

Chishiya x F!reader

Genre: Soft hurt/comfort, healing vibes

Warnings: References to past abuse (verbal/emotional), but nothing graphic

Love used to hurt. Then she met Chishiya—quiet, steady, and nothing like her ex. One night, she realizes: This is what safe feels like.

—

You’re already dating him.

You’re already his.

That’s not the surprise.

You’ve been dating Chishiya for two months now, give or take. It’s casual, but not in the bad way. It’s quiet mornings when he passes you your tea without looking up from his book. It’s him giving you half his blanket without saying a word when you fall asleep next to him on the couch. It’s soft, unspoken “I’m here”s.

He doesn’t smother you. Doesn’t question your past. He’s just… there.

And at first? You liked that. You needed that. After what you came from. Well, anything too loud felt like a threat.

But today?

Today you’re brushing your teeth. Wearing his hoodie. Watching him from the bathroom mirror while he reads on the bed, one leg tucked up, hair a little messy. Totally unaware of you spiraling.

Because that’s when it hits you.

Not a boom, not a lightning bolt, just a quiet, soul-deep ache. He’s never made you feel afraid.

Not once.

Not when you forgot to text back. Not when you cried at dinner for no reason. Not when you accidentally snapped and said something too sharp, expecting backlash that never came.

You apologized, and he just blinked.

“I’ve seen worse.” he said, tone flat but not unkind. “Are you okay?”

Are you okay?

God, your ex would’ve turned it into a full-blown war. Would’ve accused you of “always playing the victim.” Would’ve weaponized your trauma into something shameful.

Chishiya just looked at you like a slightly confused cat. Like he couldn’t understand why you were so afraid to be human.

Tears hit your cheeks before you even realize they’re falling.

You press the back of your hand to your mouth. Try not to make a sound.

But the book shuts.

He looks up.

“Y/N?”

You sniffle. “Sorry. I’m fine. Just brushing my teeth, it’s fine.”

He slides off the bed and steps into the doorway. Eyes scan you, calm and unreadable.

Then: “Is this a bad memory thing?”

You blink at him. “What?”

He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sometimes when you cry like that, it’s not because of now. It’s because something before feels too loud.”

You stare. Heart breaking open in real-time.

And Chishiya—bless him, this emotionally repressed little cryptid—just leans against the doorframe like it’s no big deal.

“I didn’t do anything, right?” he asks. “Because I would… stop. Whatever it was.”

“No,” you whisper. “You didn’t do anything. That’s the thing. You never do anything.”

And then you’re sobbing. Messy. Ugly. Shoulders shaking like the weight of that sentence finally broke you in half.

You never do anything.

You never yell. You never blame. You never treat me like a burden.

He moves to you slowly. Reaches out—carefully, gently—and tugs the toothbrush from your hand. Then he pulls you against his chest, both arms wrapping around you like a shield.

You bury your face in his T-shirt.

“I didn’t know it could feel like this.” you whisper, voice cracked. “To be loved and not… hurt.”

He rests his chin on your head. Breathes slowly.

“You deserve that.” he says.

You choke out a laugh. “Do you even like me?”

He huffs. “If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t share my cookies.”

You grin into his chest. “You’re such an asshole.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “But I’m your asshole.”

⸻

That night, he lets you steal the blanket and the pillow. Doesn’t complain once. Just tucks his hand into yours under the covers.

And in the morning, when you wake up feeling safe instead of scared?

You cry again.

But this time, it’s the kind of crying that feels like healing.

“Evermore”

Kuina Hikari x F!Reader

Genre: Angst + Fluff, Hurt/Comfort (no borderlands)

Warnings: Grief, death of a family member (non-graphic), mentions of depression

It’s raining.

Because of course it is.

You don’t remember much from the past few days. Just static. A fog so thick it clings to everything. your clothes, your eyes, your thoughts. And now it clings to the sky too, grey and heavy like your chest.

You sit on the edge of Kuina’s bed in your hoodie, legs pulled up to your chest, cheek pressed to your knees. You haven’t changed clothes in two days. You haven’t eaten in one. The funeral was yesterday, but you only remember the sound of the dirt hitting the casket.

Your voice is a ghost in your throat when you finally speak.

“Kuina…”

She’s been sitting beside you in silence for hours, not touching you unless you reach out first. She’s good like that. Too good.

She hums softly, like she’s afraid you’ll shatter.

You stare out the window. “I don’t feel real anymore.”

There’s a pause. The air is thick with it, then-

“I know.”

Two words. That’s it. But they hit harder than anything else has since the call. Since they are, it became your new reality.

And Kuina reaches over, careful, gentle, her fingers brushing your hand, then slipping in between yours. Her palm is warm. You’re freezing.

“I know it doesn’t feel like it,” she says slowly, “but you’re still here. I see you.”

You swallow hard. “I wish you didn’t.”

“I know that too.” Her voice cracks, just barely. “But I’m not leaving.”

You want to tell her it’s not fair. That she doesn’t have to play therapist. That she shouldn’t have to sit with you when you can’t even say the name of the person you lost, when your lungs don’t feel like they want to work anymore.

But she’s already seen the worst of you. The version of you that screams into pillows and cries on the bathroom floor and forgets how to breathe in the middle of a sentence. And she’s still here.

So you say none of it. You let your head fall onto her shoulder, let her wrap her arm around you like she always does when the world gets too loud.

⸻

It’s dark outside when she finally coaxes you to eat something. Nothing big. Just a few spoonfuls of soup she made hours ago and kept reheating on the stove. You sit on the couch, blanket draped around you like a shield. Kuina kneels on the floor in front of you, bowl in her hands like you’re the most delicate thing she’s ever held.

“This is stupid,” you mutter, embarrassed. “You’re not my nurse.”

“Nope,” she replies with a smile so soft it aches. “I’m your girlfriend. Which is better, because it means I care even when you’re stubborn and grumpy and don’t want to eat the soup I slaved over for twenty minutes.”

You almost smile. Almost.

She sets the bowl down and presses her forehead to your knee. “You don’t have to be okay yet. But you have to stay. With me.”

You blink fast, trying not to cry again. “I’m trying. I swear I’m trying.”

“I know,” she whispers, kissing your knee like it’ll stitch the cracks back together. “I’m proud of you.”

That’s what finally breaks you. Not the death, not the funeral, not the endless “I’m sorry”s from people who never really knew the person you lost. It’s Kuina. Sitting on the floor, warm hands and warm heart, whispering, I’m proud of you, like you’re worth something even when you feel like nothing.

⸻

You fall asleep on her chest that night, her heartbeat loud and steady against your ear. At some point, you wake up—sweaty, breathless, from a dream you can’t remember—but she’s already holding you. Fingers in your hair. Voice in your ear.

“You’re okay,” she murmurs. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

And maybe you believe her. Just a little.

⸻

Later that week, you cry again. Not because of a memory. Not because of a bad dream. Just because. And when you do, Kuina doesn’t flinch. She just holds you. Lets you cry into her hoodie until your throat’s raw.

And when it’s over, she tilts your chin up and kisses your tear-streaked cheek. “You’re allowed to break. I’ll be the glue.”

⸻

You don’t heal all at once. Grief is never neat like that. Some days you still go quiet for hours. Some days you smile at something stupid that she said and then cry because the person you lost will never laugh again.

But Kuina’s always there. Making late-night pancakes. Doodling smiley faces on your notes. Holding you when the world feels too heavy. Reminding you that you’re still here. That you’re loved.

And one morning, you wake up beside her. Tangled in sheets, sunlight cutting through the blinds, and realize that even though the pain is still there…

The fog is lifting.

The static is fading.

And you’re real again.

Because she never stopped seeing you.

Even when you couldn’t see yourself.

“Hope I never lose you”

Niragi x F!reader

Genre: angst, comfort, happy ending (no borderlands)

A/N: off topic but how do i get the ask box on my profile

The rain hits the kitchen window in a steady rhythm, like a heartbeat Niragi can’t get in sync with. The candlelight flickers slightly as he paces, frustration simmering under his skin.

“You always do this” he snaps, words too sharp. “You make everything about how you feel. Like I don’t get to be pissed off too.”

Y/N flinches. She’s standing by the sink. Her eyes, big and already watery, flick up to meet his.

“I just wanted to talk. You didn’t have to…” Her voice cracks, brittle. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you don’t matter.”

Niragi’s jaw tightens. The anger is stupid and misdirected. Something from work, from stress, from the overwhelming fear he’s never named, that she could leave, and he wouldn’t know how to breathe anymore.

But instead of explaining, he says the one thing he never should.

“Maybe this isn’t working.”

Silence crashes down harder than the rain.

Y/N’s breath hitches.

“What?” she whispers. Her whole body trembles, not dramatically, just enough for Niragi to feel it like a scream in the back of his throat. “You… you don’t mean that.”

And he knows she’s right. But he’s too stubborn, too scared, too full of pride. So he doesn’t say anything.

Until she turns away.

She presses a hand to her mouth like she’s trying not to cry. But the sob breaks through anyway, raw and real, like a wound reopening. Her back to him, shoulders shaking, she chokes out, “I told myself if you ever said something like that, I’d walk away. I swore I’d never stay where I wasn’t wanted.”

Something in him snaps.

He crosses the kitchen in two long strides and wraps his arms around her from behind, pulling her into his chest. She resists at first, frozen and hurt and so damn quiet. But then she crumbles into him, sobbing openly now, and Niragi holds her tighter.

“I didn’t mean it” he murmurs, forehead buried in her shoulder. “God, I didn’t mean it. I was angry and scared and stupid. I love you. I love you so much it makes me a fucking mess.”

She turns in his arms, her face blotchy and tear-streaked. “You said-”

“I know.” His voice breaks and he cups her face. “And I’ll never say it again. Not even in a fight. Not even if I’m losing my mind. You’re everything, Y/N. I swear, if you ever left, I wouldn’t know how to live in this place. I wouldn’t walk down this street again.”

She searches his eyes for a long moment, as if trying to believe him. Then, finally, she buries her face in his chest, arms curling around his waist.

They stand there in the kitchen. Two broken pieces holding each other together. The mug sits forgotten on the counter. The storm outside rages on.

But inside, for now, there’s only quiet reconciliation.

“Rain Like This”

Niragi x F!reader

Genre: fluff💆🏼‍♀️🩷

Niragi and his girlfriend enjoying a quiet, rainy day together. A rare glimpse at the side of him nobody else sees.

The rain started sometime in the early morning, tapping softly against the windows of their tiny apartment like a gentle knock. It wasn’t the violent kind that rattled the gutters or flooded the streets. This rain was the lazy, lingering kind, the kind that asked you to slow down, pull the blankets tighter, and breathe a little softer.

Niragi had woken first, not to an alarm, but to the rhythmic hush of water against glass and the warm pressure of her body tucked beside him.

She was sprawled across his chest like a content cat, face half-hidden in the crook of his neck, her hair a warm mess of sunshine that contrasted so dramatically with the gray outside. It should have annoyed him, the weight, the clinginess, the complete vulnerability of it all.

But instead, Niragi found himself frozen in a moment he didn’t want to end.

His hand, rough with old calluses, moved slowly across her bare shoulder. He traced lazy shapes on her skin, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips as she stirred.

“Mmm… you’re awake?” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

“Yeah.”

“What time is it?”

“Who cares,” he replied, voice quieter than anyone but her ever got to hear. “It’s raining.”

She hummed, nuzzling closer. “I like the rain.”

“I know.”

He didn’t say it, but he liked it too, when it meant this. When the world outside was soaked and gray, but in here it was just her and him and the quiet comfort of not needing to be anything else.

Eventually they got out of bed, only because she insisted on making tea and because she’d threatened to poke him until he gave in. Niragi rolled his eyes but followed, hoodie thrown over his head and socks sliding on the wooden floors as he trailed her to the tiny kitchen.

They ended up on the couch with mismatched mugs in hand, a blanket thrown over their legs, and an old movie playing in the background, one she liked and he pretended to hate, even though he always watched when she wasn’t looking.

At some point, she leaned into him again, head resting on his shoulder. Her fingers absently played with the string of his hoodie, her body warm and soft against his.

“You’re being quiet today,” she said after a while.

“I like the quiet.”

“But you’re usually a menace when you’re bored.”

Niragi snorted. “Maybe I’m not bored.”

She looked up at him, surprised by the honesty in his voice.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

His eyes didn’t move from the window, but his hand found hers under the blanket.

“Yeah,” he said, giving it a small squeeze. “When it’s like this… I feel like I can breathe.”

She didn’t say anything to that, she didn’t have to. She just leaned up and kissed his cheek, resting her forehead there for a second longer than usual.

No one else got to see this version of him, the one who wasn’t sharp edges and raised voices, but soft silences and secret warmth.

No one else got the sleepy smiles, or the thumb tracing circles on her hand, or the way he melted just a little when she looked at him like he was something more than a weapon with legs.

But she did.

And on a rainy day like this, when the world was still and soft, he let her see all of him.

“Sanctuary Amidst the Chaos”

A/N: First oneshot im sorry if theres any mistakes somewhere🩷 i wrote this cause THERE ARE ABSOLUTELY NO FICS OF HER💔😭 someone has to write for my bae

Kuina Hikari x Female Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Soft Fluff

Setting: The Beach

Word Count: ~3,500

Pent-up energy vibrated through the hotel's dim hallways. The laughter and music drifted through the walls, a backdrop to the tension that stained the beach. It was a place of forced brotherhood, where survival would depend on blocs and the acquisition of playing cards.

You were lounging in the corner of your dorm room, the hum of the air conditioner the only sound to accompany you. The bed next to you was empty, its bedsheets spotless—a quiet reminder that Kuina was not there.

She had departed hours before to do a game, one of the more dangerous ones. The kind that tested not only physical prowess but also mental toughness. You knew that she could manage it, her martial arts training giving her an edge. But the Borderlands were fiendishly unpredictable, and even the toughest could tumble.

The door creaked open, breaking you out of your stupor. Kuina stood in the doorway, her shadow divided by the flashes of light in the corridor. Her uniform was in shreds, grime and blood smearing across her face. But her eyes are what you noticed—anguished, distant, and brimming with an unhappiness she was trying to hide.

She slipped in quietly and closed the door. You rose to embrace her, arms around her in a hug. She leaned against you, her body trembling.

"I'm here," you whispered, guiding her to the bed.

She sat on the bed, fingers intertwined in her lap. "It was… horrid," she whispered. "We lost two people. I couldn't save them."

You knelt before her, grasping her hands. "You did what you had to do. It's not your fault."

Her tears filled, one crawling down her face. "I keep telling myself that, but it doesn't make it easier."

You carefully reached up, brushing the tear away. "Let me help you forget, if just for a moment."

She nodded, and you removed her jacket to treat her wounds. While you were bandaging the cuts and scrapes, she recounted again to you the terrors of the game—the traps, the deceptions, the final moments of those who hadn't made it.

You listened, offering quiet comfort, your nearness balm to her exposed nerves. When she fell silent, you lay down next to her, holding her close.

"I don't know how long I can keep this up," she confessed.

"You don't have to do it alone," you replied. "We'll deal with whatever happens together."

She looked up at you, a tiny smile playing at the edge of her lips. "Thank you."

You kissed her forehead, holding her close as slumber enveloped her. In the midst of the beach's devastation, you were reassured in the arms of each other—a haven where love still flourished despite the utmost despair.

i need part 2 of se-mi with comphet reader 😭

✧₊⁺ speak now (or don't, and love forever in silence)

groom bff! se-mi x comphet! reader

synopsis: after years of waiting, he finally propose. wasn't this everything you wished for?

but you couldn't bring yourself to be happy.

was it maybe because when you thought about it, all you could picture was her face?

content: some angst, but finally fluff!!!!

authors note: im so sorry for the looooong ass late updates, im so so busy but im ab to go on break so everyone cheered!!! im back i promise:( im so excited for this part 2 i actually love it and i hope u do too!!!!

part one. part two (you're here!)

famous actress finally engaged with the famous choi su-bong, more known as 'thanos', old rapper surging back!

we all saw on Instagram the romantic proposal he prepped for her, and of course like every girl would, she said yes!

we are so happy for the married couple!

"fucking bullshit" se-mi threw her phone away with rage after reading the most liked post from the magazine's instagram.

her hands went to her face as she groaned, biting back her lip to keep the tears away.

poor dumb girl. she actually thought you were coming back to her...

"the way he proposed was so romantic, i'm glad he did it that way, it was what you always wanted ever since you were a kid" my best friend jun-hee took my hands between hers with a comforting smile. i smiled softly as i sighed.

"y-yeah. it was.." i whispered. she stares into my eyes, squeezing my hands. her expression fell, now filled with pity. she knew me more than anyone.

"you do know that you're supposed to be happy about getting married right?" she says with a lifted eyebrow as i pressed my lips.

"i am." i said, trying to convince myself.

"honey-" she murmurs as i cut her.

"i have to be." i said, turning to face myself in the mirror. streightening my skirt as i faked my best smile.

and it was true. everything was exactly how i always wanted it.

so.. why didn't it felt like it?

i heard a knock that snapped me out of my thoughts. we both turned as the door opened. "excuse me, just wanted to let you know the invitations have been sent" a girl said with a smile as i nodded, thanking her.

once she left, jun-hee stared at me. "did you sent one for.." my best friend said, stopping herself as i shuddered.

"yeah. of course. they're best friends." refering to my husband and se-mi. i put a smile to pretend i didn't cared. or at least i tried, although it didn't even reached my eyes.

if your own best friend stares at you with pity, you start to consider maybe you're not doing as well as you thought.

but i couldn't back up. not now. not ever.

"this belongs in the trash" se-mi says with a sarcastic smirk, grabbing the invitation only to crumble it with anger as min-su stops her.

"we can't just.. not go" he says to her as she stares at him, incredulous.

"do you want me to go to that fucking wedding? for what?" she spits with anger and disbelief, her voice getting louder as he sighs. he got used to seeing his best friend angered ever since the news came out.

"listen, i get it, okay? but it's our best friend's wedding. we can't just miss it" min-su says in a soft tone, trying to make her understand.

"i refuse to watch her get married." her cold voice snaps. "fuck this." she says with a groan, frustration all over her face.

"you need to move on! you know those two! yeah they hate eachother, but they're not breaking up sem. they're getting married, and probably everything that goes after that. are you just gonna avoid thanos until you die?" he says snapping as she furrows her brow, a small pout on her pierced lips without her even noticing it.

"there's nothing to move on, there was never anything between me and her right?" she says with a sigh. "i'm still not going. i fucking hate weddings" she says under her breath, going to her room to avoid the conversation. and something about that doesn't feel true, because she loves to think about you on a wedding dress. but not if it's not with.. she shakes her head to remove the thought, slamming the door. min-su sighs, his hands on his face, exhausted.

"oh god" jun-hee says with tears on her face, her eyes twinkle in awe as i laugh, a little teary.

the dress looks.. perfect. just like in my childhood dream. my perfect dream wedding.

"it was made for you" she says as i chuckle, giving a little spin for her.

i should be so happy...

"yeah.. i think we're done" i say to the girl from the store, who's standing on my side, staring at me with a soft smile. "this is it. this is the one."

i slowly head back to the changing room to remove the dress. i place back my clothes while my assistant goes to pay. i stare at myself in the mirror.

why am i not happy? why doesn't it feel like i'm getting married?

i sigh as i leave the store with my two companions.

"let's grab some coffee, it's right around the corner and im dying for some caffeine." jun-hee says as i nod.

i feel my phone buzzing on my pockets.

oh god, of course. he's always fucking forgetting about the wedding or where i am. god why am i marrying this-

my breath hitches as i grab my phone, reading the text.

this can't be happening.

not now.

oh god.

sem: a wedding?

sem: really?

of course it's her.

of course she texts me out of nowhere a fucking random tuesday at 3 pm.

of course she makes my heart beat on my chest like no one ever did. just for a fucking text.

i scoff in disbelief as my manicured nails type with anger.

me: for real?

me: this is what you're texting me?

me: after not hearing about you for fucking YEARS??????

i see the little bubble that indicates she's typing back. the fact that she hasn't left the chat since she texted me makes me bite my lip.

sem: i've seen the photos

sem: you know

sem: you dont look like someone whos excited to get married

i roll my eyes as i let out a shaky breath, she hit a nerve.

me: what do you know? you havent talked to me in years, maybe things changed.

sem: everything did.

sem: except this.

sem: why do you keep lying to yourself?

i place my phone back in my pocket with shaky hands, leaving her on seen. i place my head on my hands as i groan.

why did she had appear out of nowhere?

i was fine without.. knowing about her.

without thinking about her. without her smile. without knowing if she's seeing someone..

i was okay without her. yeah. i was perfect.

god i really need that coffee.

as i get home i watch my... fiance laying on the couch.

"did you even tried the cake samples i left?" i said with frustration as i leave my purse.

"uh, nam-gyu did, he said the black tea one was really good" he said without too much care as i stared at him disbelief.

"am i getting married to nam-gyu? because i needed MY husband to try them!" i say, standing in front of him, my hands on my hips as he rolled his eyes.

"who the fuck cares about the cake baby? no one does" he says, his arms sneaking around my waist to bring me closer to him.

"i care! i am going to be the wife in this fucking wedding and i care about the cake!" i shout angry. "and don't touch me" i let myself loose of his grip as he groans in built frustration.

"seriously? this again?" he says with a sigh, letting go.

"after the wedding" i say to him as my heart sinks. liar.

"about time" he rolls his eyes, his focus on the phone once again.

i stare at him blinking in disbelief.

this is my life?

am i gonna marry.. this idiot?

i go upstairs as i remove my outside clothes, placing on my pjs. i slowly let myself sink in bed as i grab my phone, my hands trembling as i bite my lip.

was this a good idea? no.

clearly not.

but god, i couldn't stop thinking about her.

me: are you coming?

me: to the wedding

me: i sent you an invitation

it takes her two minutes to reply.

sem: no.

oh. i chew on my bottom lip thinking about what to reply, until she texts back a few minutes later.

sem: why?

do i? do i wanna get marry, knowing she's there, staring at me?

the question is.. will i get married, knowing she's there, sitting on the crowd, watching me?

me: i want you there

the texting bubbles appear and disappear for over 10 minutes, making me extremely anxious as i wait for her reply.

sem: okay

okay what? okay that i want her there although i shouldn't? okay that-

sem: i'll see you there.

sem: consider this as my confirmation to the wedding.

i throw my phone away with shaky hands. my head sinks on my pillow, muffling my scream.

god, what have i done?

finally, today is the day.

today, i'm getting married.

the happiest day in my life. that's what everyone is saying.

so why i've been crying non stop until falling asleep?

i stared at myself, sat in front of my mirror. my makeup perfectly done, my hair loose in soft waves, the dress made just for me. it had to be like this, because this was what everyone expected from me.

i sighed as i stood up, leaving the room to go wait on the door for my entrance. i could hear the bells ringing, the wedding music. my dad appears, walking slowly until he was standing besides with a smile.

"i'm proud of you" he said, staring at front as i did too, my eyes teary. but it wasn't happiness, it was...

"everything is like it's supposed to be" i said, streightening myself. my head turned to stare at him. "am i finally the perfect daughter?" i asked my dad, my voice trembling with emotion.

he gave me a confused stare, a hint of what it looked like sadness, creeping into his stare. "it's not the wedding, it's clearly not the husband" he said as we both softly chuckled. "it's you.. you're my daughter. and i don't need you to be perfect, you being you it's all i want. your happiness. honey, nothing else matters after that." he said as i holded my tears. i bit the inside of my cheek, my heart pounding on my chest.

it's too late now, isn't it?

i could feel him interlock our arms as the doors opened. we moved one step at a time as we slowly entered the ceremony. to my wedding.

i shudder at the sight of everyone in the room, but i knew my eyes were only scanning to look for one person.

and when i found her, and my heart stopped.

she was watching me with a soft gaze, eyes almost twinkling as she roamed through my form, slowly taking my face, my body in the dress, and lastly, going up to meet my eyes. all i needed to make my heart flutter. i felt frozen in place, i could see everyone staring at me, wondering why i wasn't moving. my dad pulled my arm to get me out of my trance, but nothing worked.

i was there, stucked right where she left me.

on the last time i saw her. the last time my heart beated for her.

"if we get out of here and.. you decide that you're done being his perfect wife, and maybe you want to be happy.. with me.. i'll be waiting. i promise"

she was just as beautiful as i remembered her. of course i've seen pictures of her, but nothing like seeing her in person again.

our stare never breaking.

her eyes screamed 'please, love me'

and mine replied 'i do. but i shouldn't'

"are you okay?" my dad said, breaking the staring contest as i took reality of my surroundings. i shakily let out a small breath as i nodded with a fake smile. i kept walking to the altar, where i saw my... future husband.

right.

as i took my place, he took my hands in between his.

i trembled, and i swear i wanted to hear whatever the priest was saying. i really did.

but all my focus was on her.

was everyone blind for not noticing? or was everyone trying to pretend they couldn't tell how i stared at my husband's best friend?

when our eyes met again, i averted my gaze, trying really hard to pay attention to the priest talking on the altar to me and my future husband.

but god, i could not focus when she was here.

until i heard the priest coming to the end of his speech.

"if anyone has just cause to object to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace"

silence spreaded on the ceremony.

the quietness in the room making me shiver.

until it wasn't quiet anymore.

because everyone gasped.

and my eyes shut close.

and the quietness was replaced with whispers, with judging stares.

it wasn't quiet anymore, because she stood up.

my heart felt like it stopped in place. i could see my fiance's eyes widen, staring at se-mi like she was mad, insane.

but i knew she wasn't.

she was just in love, like i was.

and god, not from my husband.

her tall figure stood in the public, standing up as her mouth agaped like a fish. she tried to find any words to say, but she couldn't.

min-su and nam-gyu besides her, staring like if she grew a second head, completely shocked.

my eyes widen as i saw her take a sit again.

her mind was conflicted. i could tell. does she oppose? does she love quietly? what was more important? her best friend or her feelings? she shifted uncomfortably on her chair.

what was done was done, right?

fuck it. she thought, standing up once again.

everyone stared, their eyes open like never before.

"i-i oppose" she says in a weak, trembling voice. her eyes find mine, her stare pleads me to not let this keep going.

it begs me to go with her.

her hand moves to try and reach me as i watch her trembling hand and her pleading expression.

"i love you." she says with tears on her eyes.

and of course i knew this couldn't happen. of course i knew this was madness. i was about to get married. my life was buildt for this specific moment.

but my heart responded first with a sigh. not tears, not a scream, not a mad reply.

a sigh of relief.

i stare at the people sitting shocked in their seats. their gazes gravitating from her, to me and choi su-bong.

and suddenly, it's not like before. i'm not frozen in place, i'm not scared. i don't feel ashamed, i don't feel a thing.

except relief and love.

my last sign? when i stare at my parents, and they dont look at me ashamed. they're not embarrassed. they nod at me with tears in their eyes, intertwining their hands.

i get off the altar as i laugh.

a laugh of happiness. i chuckle loud and the feeling takes my entire body as i walk to her slowly. our stare never breaking as i stand in front of her, in my beautiful white dress. i reach to take her hand, the contact leaves a warm feeling on my heart.

"can we go?" are the only words that leave my lips with a shaky breath.

she stares at me, letting out an airy soft chuckle in disbelief, not believing this is happening.

"fuck, yes." is all she mutters as she moves in between the people, intertwining our hands like she never plans to release me as we run to the exit, our hearts jump in our chest.

and this is insane. i know it when we get into her rusty old car while the people gather outside to stare at us. but it doesn't matter.

it doesn't matter when my dress ruffles through the window, it doesn't matter when i buckle my seat belt with a happy smile and it certainly doesn't matter when she actually starts driving and we laugh, like a whole hearted laugh.

"you left your husband. in the altar. you left him" she says chuckling, filled with emotions. shock, disbelief, happiness.

"i- i did. and i don't regret it. god i don't regret leaving him for his.. best friend" i laugh as i stare at her. i take a deep breath as i speak "stop the car" she stops so abruptly, the car brakes.

"are you regr-" i unbuckle my seat belt as i turn aside. i cup her face in between my hands, my eyes roaming across her entire features.

this is the woman i love. it feels so good to finally say it out loud.

and i kiss her.

and is everything i always wanted to feel. it's what i expected from every single one of my ex-boyfriends. is filled with hunger, desire, passion and love.

and my heart feels warm and i know now exactly what love was supposed to feel like.

the kiss lowers to something softer, one of her hands goes to my cheek, caressing it with her thumb as my hand moves to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer. her other hand roams through my body to grip my waist.

"this feels like a dream" she mumbles in between kisses.

"i know, i know" i replied as i kissed her again and again, love-drunk. "but it's not. i'm yours se-mi. i'm completely yours" i whispered against her lips as she nodded excited. her nose softly caressing mine, an intimate gesture.

"can i start the car and get the fuck out of here, please? because i never want to look back" she says breaking the kiss. i nod happily.

"please, start the fucking car" i chuckle as i go back to my seat, connecting to the bluetooth of her car, i look at the playlist on my phone until i find the one.

"i am not the kind of girl

who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

but you are not the kind of boy

who should be marrying the wrong girl"

she smacks me softly as she listens to the lyrics, rolling her eyes as i snort.

and as my eyes find hers, i know i finally am where i belong.

known actress leaves husband on the altar!

we saw our famous girl, that we all know and love, leaving rapper ''thanos' on the altar.

the last thing we heard from him to the press was: i hope she's happy now.

and she looks like it! because she's been sharing photos on social media with her new girl non stop!

let's wish a happy relationship to the recently out of the closet actress!

I don't like how you paint me― se-mi

⤷ Yet, I'm still here hanging

pairing : gf!se-mi x fem!reader | genre : angst, hurt, romance for 1 second, drama| warnings : hurt, eavesdropping, self-doubt + insecurity, implied emotional neglect. | summary : Se-mi’s apartment had always felt like home to you—until you overheard her conversation with Min-su The words cut deep, shattering the sense of belonging you thought you had. Heartbroken, you leave without a word. | wc: 1,174 | authors note : guys i have something to say.. i fucking LOVE gabby also do yall fw the new layout?

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Se-mi’s apartment had always felt like home to you. Maybe that was your mistake.

Your hoodie hung on the back of her chair. Your toothbrush sat next to hers in the bathroom. Your makeup cluttered the counter, your perfume lingered in the air. Every little thing made it seem like this was your place too, like you belonged there just as much as she did.

But you didn’t. Not really.

Not after what you heard.

It was supposed to be an ordinary night—one of many spent by her side. You had been talking, laughing, feeling the warmth of her attention. But when you went to grab a drink, you stopped in your tracks at the sound of her voice.

“No, Min-su, you—ugh. You just don’t get it. She’s just… how do I say it? Too clingy.”

Your heart stopped.

Min-su’s voice was hesitant. “Noona, don’t you think that’s a bit rude?”

“I know it sounds rude and stuff, but she acts like a fan. She’s obsessed with me! Name one time she lasted a week without sleeping over at my house. Almost all her clothes and makeup and shit are at MY place! Why can’t she just—I don’t know? Min-su, I already have a lot on my plate right now! I don’t need a clingy girl just hanging around my apartment like she lives there! She’s always coming without my permission and shit! She’s too much, she’s annoying, she always—”

You didn’t stay to hear the rest.

You turned on your heel and walked out before you could hear another word.

Did she really think that?

Like a fan? Like an overbearing nuisance?

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you swallowed them back. You couldn’t fall apart here, not in front of people, not when you needed to move.

You hailed a cab and went straight to her apartment—the apartment that was supposed to be your second home. And the moment you stepped inside, you saw just how much of yourself you had left there.

Clothes in the closet. Shoes by the door. Your favorite mug in her cabinet. Your books on her shelves.

God. No wonder she felt suffocated.

For the next hour and a half, you packed. Every little thing that was yours, you shoved into bags. One by one, her apartment stopped looking like yours and started looking like hers again. When you were done, there were four full bags of your belongings sitting by the door.

It finally looked like Se-mi was living alone.

Just like she wanted.

You stood there for a moment, forcing a smile despite the way your heart ached. You were being ridiculous, right? You were clingy. You were overbearing. You had practically moved into her space without asking. This was your fault, wasn’t it?

Your phone buzzed.

You looked down and saw her name flashing across the screen, dozens of unread messages filling your notifications.

“Y/n? Baby? Where are you?”

“Y/n, where did you go?”

“Baby, this isn’t funny.”

“You said you were just getting a drink. Where are you?”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Please come back.”

“Did you go back to the apartment?”

Your grip tightened around the phone. How ironic. She was acting worried now, like she hadn’t just been complaining about how much she wanted space from you.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Instead, you walked.

The 30-minute walk back to your own place felt longer than ever. By the time you got home, exhaustion weighed on your body, but the ache in your chest hurt more. You took a shower, scrubbing yourself clean, washing away the scent of her that still clung to you.

And then you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Tears slipped down your cheeks, silent but unstoppable.

Did she ever love you the way you loved her?

Was it all just too much?

The buzzing of your phone woke you at 1 AM.

More texts. More missed calls.

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me you left?!”

“Who picked you up?”

“Why’d you take your stuff? I was fine with it being here.”

“Y/n, just please tell me how you’re doing. I’m really worried.”

“Please, baby…”

“Y/n… I’m confused about all of this. You left the party randomly, then you took all your stuff back. What’s wrong?”

You laughed bitterly through your tears. What was wrong? Really?

You stared at the screen for a long moment before typing.

“I heard you.”

And then you turned off your phone.

You needed to change.

You needed to be less.

Less clingy. Less needy. Less overbearing.

Even if it hurt, even if it meant suppressing everything, you would do it.

If it would make Se-mi happy—

If it would make her stop seeing you as a burden—

If it would make her love you again—

Then you would.

Even if it broke you.

@semisasseater

Im literally begging every fic writer on this earth to pleaseee write fics of kyung da-jung (WON JI-AN IN HOPE OR DOPE) LIKE PLSSS THERES LIKE 0 FICS PF HER IN HOPE OR DOPE PLS YALL😭😭

BUT I SEE HER IN THE BACK OF MY MIND ALL THE TIME ─ se-mi

⤷ Like a fever, like I’m burning alive, like a sign

│pairing : gf!se-mi x dead fem!reader │ genre : angst, tragedy, psychological horror │tw : graphic violence, murder, blood, self-harm, suicide, hallucinations, grief, trauma do NOT read if you don’t like this│summary : after losing you in the brutal chaos of the night, Se-mi is consumed by grief, guilt, and an unrelenting thirst for revenge. She knows exactly who killed you—Nam Gyu—and she won’t let him get away with it. │wc : 1k │authors note : uh i don’t have anything to really say expect i love my gf and again don’t read if your sensitive to these topics ;-; not proofread. part 1

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The floor was cold beneath her. She had been sitting here for hours, unmoving, staring at the dark stain on the ground—the only thing left of you.

They had taken your body away, sealed you in one of those black and pink coffins, stuffed you into a furnace like you were nothing. Like you never mattered.

But you did.

You were everything.

Se-mi dug her nails into her palms, jaw clenched so tight she thought her teeth might crack. She could still hear your voice. That final, broken whisper.

“Get out of here… for me… okay?”

But how could she?

How could she leave when the last place you existed was right here?

Her mind was fraying at the edges, unraveling thread by thread, a gnawing, maddening rage eating away at her insides. And beneath it all, a thought burned like fire—

“This is my fault.”

If she hadn’t left. If she had just stayed. Maybe she could’ve taken the hit instead. Maybe she could have stopped it from happening.

But she didn’t.

And now you were gone.

Se-mi exhaled a shaky breath, dragging her fingers through her tangled hair. Her eyes were hollow, ringed with exhaustion and something feral.

She knew who did it.

Nam Gyu.

That smug bastard had always had it out for both of you, spitting insults, pushing buttons, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And he had taken his chance the second the lights went out, leaving your body crumpled and bleeding on the floor.

He left you there to die because he killed you.

Se-mi’s fingers twitched.

She wasn’t stupid. She knew nothing would bring you back.

But she could make sure he never walked away from this either.

The announcement rang through the room.

“Player 381 eliminated.”

Y/n was dead. Another body burned. Another pile of money added to the piggy bank.

Everyone moved on.

Se-mi didn’t.

She watched her die. Watched the number disappear.

And then she knew.

Tonight, it was over for Nam gyu.

The others had gone to sleep, exhaustion keeping them in their beds despite the horrors of the last few days. But Se-mi was wide awake.

She stood over his bed, her gaze sharp and empty, her fingers curling around the metal fork she had swiped earlier. Her breathing was slow, steady.

This was it.

She moved with eerie silence, lowering herself onto his bed, hovering above him.

Then—

BOOM.

The pillow pressed over his face before he could even make a sound. His body jerked beneath her, limbs flailing, trying to shove her off. But she was ready.

The first stab went into his stomach.

The second into his chest.

The third—his hand.

Every wound a reflection of what he did to you.

She didn’t stop.

Didn’t stop when his blood splattered across her face.

Didn’t stop when his body convulsed beneath her.

Didn’t stop when his muffled screams turned into choked gasps, then silence.

Even when she knew he was gone, she kept going, blade plunging into him again, again, again.

Until there was nothing left.

Nothing but a corpse.

Nothing but the suffocating, crushing weight in her chest.

Blood dripped from her hands, soaked into her clothes.

She should’ve felt something.

Relief. Satisfaction.

But all she felt was empty.

Her hands trembled as she backed away from the bed, heart hammering, breath ragged.

And then—

“Do it Se-mi.”

She froze.

That voice.

Her head snapped up, eyes darting across the room.

And there you were.

Standing in the shadows, your silhouette cast against the wall.

“Do it. Kill yourself.”

Se-mi’s breath hitched. Her vision blurred, her chest tightening.

“We can finally be together if you do it. You can’t live without me can you?”

Tears welled in her eyes.

No.

No, she couldn’t.

You were everything.

She took a step forward, reaching out taking your hand, taking her to where you died.

“Pick it up Se-mi.”

Her gaze fell to the ground.

The glass shard.

The same one Nam Gyu had driven into your body.

Her fingers curled around it, lifting it, the weight of it familiar, cold.

Her whole body shook as she brought it to her chest, right above her heart.

Her breathing steadied.

She closed her eyes.

“We can finally be together Y/N.”

And then—

BOOM.

The glass plunged into her heart.

A sharp, piercing pain spread through her chest, but she barely registered it. Her body swayed, blood dripping from her lips.

She smiled.

She could almost see you now.

Waiting for her.

The room spun.

Her knees buckled.

She collapsed onto the cold, bloodstained floor.

Her vision dimmed.

And then—

Darkness.

The morning announcement rang loud and clear.

“Player 380 and Played 124 has been eliminated.”

The guards moved efficiently, lifting her lifeless body and placing it into a pink coffin.

Another two numbers gone.

Another pile of money added.

And the games continued.

As if nothing ever happened.

As if you, Se-mi, and Nam gyu never existed at all.

@semisasseater

I found se-mi’s picture😭