There’s an undeniable crime problem in Los Santos, an affluent city rife with thieves and bandits of all pedigrees, which isn’t in itself all that strange. What’s odd is the incredibly high number of unsolved crimes, of acts no one claims, ones that the LSPD can’t even begin to lay blame for. Even when committed in broad daylight, even when the police arrive on the scene in the middle of a heist, no one manages to catch more than unclear glimpses of the culprits, no bullets hit their marks, and when all is said and done there is somehow never any reliable evidence. No camera ever manages to catch a thing, no trap is ever successful, and never has a single witness managed a coherent report, like somehow none of them ever pay enough attention. Like somehow what they’ve seen can never be put into words.
Throw a stone and you’ll hit a crook in Los Santos, from thugs to conmen to masked killers they all call the city home, all know their place, yet somehow the balance of powers never really makes sense. Like something is missing, like everyone’s fighting to be second best while the title of top dog goes empty. Not that the reluctance to take charge is all that surprising, considering the way any crew which starts to grow big enough to extend their hold over the city is cut down. Driven out or found murdered, often laying in the remains of what was clearly a vicious shoot-out, though the killers are never found. Like vigilantes, only not nearly so altruistic; the spoils belonging to the defeated gangs are always taken, and only reappear at the scene of yet another unclaimed crime.
There’s a crew in Los Santos, so ingrained in the essence of the city itself no one seems to remember how things were before they arrived. The Fake AH Crew; legends in some circles, monsters in others, both consummate enigmas and borderline celebrities, the crew with the world at their feet. The main six players of the inner circle aren’t odd, exactly, each criminals of great renown but still holding pretty standard goals, greedy and bloodthirsty and perhaps more loyal than most but still acting well within their given standard of normalcy. They aren’t unusual, really, but these days they do have their little quirks.
As the leader Geoff has always had to present himself as reasonably level-headed, controlled outside the occasional snaps of frightful anger, a little overbearing in his need to dictate every plan maybe, but what criminal kingpin isn’t? What’s odd is the new fear kept behind closed doors, Geoff second-guessing his own ideas to a degree that is wholly out of character, running over plans again and again, pulling them apart and looking for flaws, debriefing even after successful missions when everyone else just wants to celebrate, unconsciously pressing his hand to his heart like reassurance that it’s still beating.
Jack drives like she’s made a deal with the devil, like every vehicle is just an extension of her being, inherent ability paired with unmatchable knowledge of every backroad and alley in the city. What’s odd is the nightmarish daydreams she gets sometimes, when she looks back at her latest baby and sees flickers of crunched metal and shattered glass, the phantom scent of spilled gasoline and the unmissable click-whoosh of catching flame.
For all his quick temper and flippant attitude Michael can be utterly pedantic about checking and rechecking the timers on bombs, which honestly isn’t an awful trait in the resident explosives guy. What’s odd is the way Michael gets angry about it sometimes, storms about the penthouse yanking out every last alarm clock, the way he swears he can still hear something ticking with furious intention, like the last seconds of a countdown.
He may be happier in a no-holds-barred fist-fight but nobody could say Jeremy isn’t good with a gun, an excellent shot with just about any weapon he can get his hands on. What’s odd is the little burst of panic he gets right after firefights, patting down his own chest, checking again and again like he can’t quite believe he wasn’t hit.
Ryan isn’t wracked by guilt, doesn’t regret what he does the way some might; he’s a killer and he owns it, he chose it, and it truly doesn’t bother him. What’s odd is the way he still can’t sleep, can’t close his eyes some nights when the darkness squeezes close and he feels so cold, like the depths of the ocean are pressing down on him, stealing the air from his lungs.
In terms of his own safety Gavin is as reckless as they come, all slapdash impulses and delighted disregard, chasing amusement at any cost when it’s only his own neck on the line. What’s odd is that sometimes Gavin walks around with a parachute strapped to his back and no intention of flying that day, utterly overzealous precaution without any real explanation as to why, like some part of him is always terrified that he’s going to fall.
Maybe the Fake’s know, on their worst days, that something isn’t quite right, something about them has gone awry, but the concern never lingers in the face of their unmatched success. Because a crew’s a crew, right? Maybe they’re a little luckier than most, maybe they’ve been unstoppable for so long it feels like no one else is really trying, like they are the merciless gods of their city. Maybe they catch themselves drifting sometimes, losing time or memories or thoughts or scars. Maybe they all know something is not quite right, a distant siren in the back of their minds begging them to pay attention, but surely it doesn’t mean anything.
You can romanticise it all you want, call them the scariest, the most dangerous, devastatingly talented in all the worst ways, but at the end of the day all humans are flawed and all crews will fall. Whether or not falling is enough to shake them from their throne is, however, a completely different issue. If a crew dies in the woods (the city, the sky, the sea), and nobody is brave enough to tell them, did it even happen?
There’s an empty penthouse in Los Santos, one that cannot be sold, one no one likes to talk about, not really. What has been said is that the door sticks sometimes, cannot be opened no matter how much force is applied. What has been said is that things move around all on their own, new stains reveal themselves and furniture appears and disappears like someone’s been squatting, but the dust is too thick for anyone to have visited. What’s been said makes shivers run down spines, hair stand on edge, gives rise to furtive glances and shared discomfort, an unspoken agreement never to return.
Maybe this alone wouldn’t be such a problem, maybe owning the most prestigious penthouse in a city overrun by wealth would be enough to attract some sceptic, but there is of course the matter of the previous owners. The most despicable, untouchable, indelible criminal gang the city had ever seen. Has ever seen, even this long after their passing. They died, at some point. No one quite remembers when, or how, no one really seems to talk about them anymore, not beyond wild stories of their antics, amazing heists and unspeakable terrors fading off into silence, like they did in the end. How bizarre it is that the crime levels didn’t actually drop even after they were gone.
There’s something deeply wrong in Los Santos, something strange and unsettling, like a catastrophic event has knocked the whole city just slightly out of sync with the rest of the world. It’s in the way the LSPD have cabinet upon cabinet of unsolved crimes that never manage to make their way into reports, years of unacceptably unpunished offences that would bring the might of a federal investigation if only they were disclosed. In the way a startling amount of those offences resemble crimes from days long past, copycat plans following acts of a crew long buried, new targets hit with the same old flare, methods and motives impressively in-character down to the smallest details.
There are secrets in Los Santos. Things no one knows, things everyone knows, an awful, impossible, inescapable reality they’ve all been trapped within. It’s in the way unease builds and dissipates without cresting, citizens never quite recognising their own discomfort, never fully acknowledging the oddity of acting without reason, of crossing the street or averting their eyes, of taking the long way home simply because that one corner just didn’t feel right. In the way the city is beset by sudden inexplicable explosions, the way gunfire rattles without a source, the way empty streets echo with chilling laughter like the ghost of a memory, the phantom chill of a nightmare, the ceaseless loop of those who will not be laid to rest.
Summary: When your best friend decides to screw you over with the werewolf boy you absolutely hate during your heat~
Pairing: Reader [Werewolf AU!] x Jeon fucking Jungkook [Werewolf AU!]
Word Count: 6.9k-ish
Dedicated to my sweet strawberry jelly, @nomoreghostie-anon, Happy Birthday, sunshine!! I hope you like this trash writing of mine ahahah :)
Also tagging @writeiolite who read this like a billion months ago and loved it, your encouragement always makes me beyond happy!!
“Unnie,” you whined, tugging on the end of Jiyoon’s dress, “Don’t go!”
Your heat was supposed to start in a few days and initially you had planned to chain yourself in your room and let her take care of you through it. However her unexpected business trip ruined all your plans. She sighed, turning around to look at you in a mix of understanding and seriousness as she sat you by the edge of the bed.
“Look, ___ I don’t have a choice. If I don’t attend this meeting, they’ll fire me.” She groaned, rubbing the sides of your arm, “But it’ll be okay, you’ve been through this before.”
“Yeah, but I had a boyfriend to help me out then,” you whined, looking at her with pleading eyes. “This is the first time I’ll have to go through it alone.”
“Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” your eyebrows quirked up at her words and you looked at her in curiosity, urging her to go on. “Look, there are other werewolves in my boyfriend’s pack, you know they can help you.”
You groaned in annoyance, knowing full well about Hoseok’s pack and the members, not forgetting to mention their weird habits, but there was no way you were going to let any of them get close to you, especially not Jungkook. Not when you were in heat.
…he told them the story of the girl from Bantry who came to the New World, and who brought her belief in Mad Sweeney the leprechaun with her, for hadn’t she seen him of a night, down by the pool, and hadn’t he smiled at her and called her by her own true name?
know man, I just decided to go with it and write one more chapter. @chaoslaborantin advice is always goals. Answering asks about Kira has also made me want to write her a little older and I also came up with a somewhat realistic plan
for Mare and Cal… so roll with it I guess??? (some adorable fluff ahead, but also like serious shit too so be prepared)
I WAS OBVIOUSLY THINKING ABOUT VERY IMPORTANT THINGS, LIKE WHY GENOS DOESN’T HAVE/USE FINGER GUNS HE COULD JUST SHOOT ENEMIES DISCRETELY BY POINTING. Something I of course wondered after I watched my favorite video again.
Rules: update your oldest sim in your personal gallery, take a before and after shot, then tag some people!
Like Java, I chose to update my selfsim (above) plus my next oldest sim, Charity (below). I’ve updated my selfsim quite a few times, so it didn’t really fit the rules of the challenge to use her even though she’s the first sim I made. But, I couldn’t resist including her because I love how much she’s changed and how much more she looks like me now!
major: drama + classics (concentration: greek civilization)
minor: ancient greek
sports: is running around campus in a toga considered a sport? he did that once as a part of an impromptu production,,,,,,
clubs: poets society, theater club, hosts the bi-yearly ‘on campus olympics’, playwrights united, so many tbh,,,,,,
kihyun’s love for drama comes from his love for greek mythology. it all started with him watching an old film version of the odyssey when he was ten and afterwards he couldn’t stop parading around the street asking everyone to call him “odysseus ruler of ithaca”
but instead of going into film as a major, kihyun had started reading the playwrights of sophocles, euripides, and agathon and had fallen for the sheer madness of greek tragedy
his love for both acting, writing, and the culture of ancient greece made him want to learn the language (although he is rather clumsy with it) but inevitably he ended up majoring in both drama and the classics
bringing together the two things he loves most: being on stage himself, while also learning about the art of his favorite kind of plays
and everyone in the drama major agrees that if they ever put on productions based off ancient greek plays that kihyun HAS to be the main role -
like for their production of hamlet, kihyun was fine playing horatio - he didn’t have to be the prince but when they put on oedipus rex well,,,,,let’s just say there was no question kihyun wanted the role
mostly because in the play oedipus ends up blind and kihyun came into practice with a blindfold on and proceeded to try and prove he could still do everything without seeing anything,,,,he ended up in the nurses office buT HEY HE GOT THE ROLE
all his classes that focus on playwriting / scripts kihyun has this need to only write twists on greek mythology, or make up stories using the gods
and in costume design he’s always like “my sketches are based on artemis!! see the dress is short, but comfortable with nature-themed colors because artemis was the goddess of the hunt-”
and you know the way some people are harry potter nerds or ,,,, gamers ,,,,, or you know kpop fans,,,,, kihyun is a fan of ancient greece. to put it simply
and he’s really smart about the civilization, he knows so many facts and so many philosophers and writers and political figures - even though it might seem like he’s a little messy at times
which believe me, kihyun can give off the messy feeling because he’s really easily frustrated by a A LOT of things. like he always gets too much on his schedule and then fusses about how he can’t finish
and minhyuk loves LOVES L O V E S to tease kihyun when kihyun is trying to focus on his work
and it ends up with kihyun chasing minhyuk around the library waving around his copy of ‘hippolytus’ like a weapon
but also kihyun always drags minhyuk into his room to read through lines with him or give him his opinion on kihyun’s acting
and minhyuk is like whY ME ASK SHOWNU and kihyun is like i can’t shownu’s only reaction is ‘good’ ‘nice’ ‘very pleasing’
like minhyuk and kihyun are always bickering if they’re in the same room and minhyuk’s always like ROFL YOU’RE SO MAD YOUR EARS TURNED RED!!!! and kihyun is like THEY DID NOT CO M E HERE SO I CAN WHOOP-
but in the end minhyuk is always one of the first people kihyun invites to his productions and it’s cute it’s like cats and dogs w/them
on the other hand, with everyone else kihyun is sooooooo sly and he’s always like,,,,,like he always knows everyones secrets and no one knows how
like he leaned over to jooheon once and was like “i heard you failed your test in global finance” and jooheon’s fry fell out of his mouth because he was like WHO TOLD YOU I SHREDDED THAT TEST and kihyun is just like (—–: heard it thru the grapevine~
also jooheon is just an easy target for kihyun because he always slips up and tells kihyun exactly what he wants to know and everyone is like kihyun let him live and kihyun is like hehehehe,,,,NO
tries to matchmake all his friends on blind dates and stuff because he calls himself the ‘modern day eros’
it flops most of the time and everyone in monsta x is like stop trying to wingman us and kihyun is like that’s why you’re all single because you won’t listen to me - the actual god of love
and even though kihyun seems like this responsible, on-top of his work kind of person there are times where,,,,,,,that isn’t very true
because college makes people doubt their abilities and kihyun has never been the kind of person who’d go around asking for help or advice,,,he always just gives his support
but when he needs it most ??? he shuts down
and you learn this because every time you’ve ever seen kihyun,,,,you’ve seen the happy and excitable kihyun. the kihyun who laughs with his whole body, who speaks his lines with so much emotion that people C R Y, who is always shining on and off stage
you’ve seen him like this ever since you started volunteering to paint backgrounds for the theater club
and never once,,,,had you see him look sad. you’d seen him angrily yelling out when things were getting messed up, how he gets a little on edge when people keep messing up lines,,,,,maybe even the way his ears get red when he’s rushing to get rehearsal started but,,,,,,
so you can only describe it as pure shock when you think that everyone has gone for the day and you’ve set up the large white banner that you have to paint for an upcoming production but as you step back inside the dark theater with buckets of paints you hear ??? crying
and it isn’t like sobbing or anything but you hear someone sniffle
and you consider like turning around and leaving them in peace, but when you catch a glimpse of the pink hair,,,,,,,,the pink hair of the only person on campus who has that bright of a dye job
you freeze and think “kihyun?”
and at first you don’t believe it because no way. someone so outspoken and charismatic wouldn’t seclude themselves to crying in the theater ,,,,,
but then you see him get up from the corner he’s slumped again, a liter of paper scraps making a ring around his feet
and that’s when you notice that you’ve locked eyes. your wide, confused ones staring into kihyun’s that are rimmed with redness and the tear stains down his cheeks glisten even so far away
something about it leaves you even more shocked ,,,,, because even like this kihyun is handsome. hauntingly handsome,,,,,,wiping at his face with his sleeves and desperately moving his eyes away from yours
and you think he’s just going to run past you. leave
but he seems stuck too
and for a while you two just stand there in a silence broken only by kihyun sniffling every now and then and you shifting the paint can in your hands
and then you hear him go “im sorry, this is painfully awkward for you isn’t it?”
something sounds a bit bitter in his voice,,, what it is you don’t know ? but you transfix your stare and shake your head simply going “no. you’re the one that looks like you’re going through something painful”
kihyun’s head snaps up to look back at you and again,,,,,,something about the browns of his eyes seem illuminated and glassy
he bites back his lip but sadly drops his shoulders “you’re right. it is painful.”
now it probably isn’t your place to go around meddling into his business, but it’s never nice to leave someone crying alone without at least trying to extend a helping hand so shakily you step forward. setting down your can of paint you keep your eyes on him
kihyun seems to break at the sound of your question. a visible shiver runs down his body and before you know it he’s back to his knees on the floor, picking up the scraps of paper and crumpling them in his hand
without really knowing why you rush over and try to pull the scraps from him. you unravel one and read the disjointed sentences, the obvious dialogue mixed in with stage commands
it’s a script,,,,,,for a play
putting together a couple of more scraps you make out names like ‘aphrodite’ and ‘eros’. the names of ancient greek cities. words you can’t decipher but that are most obviously distinct of an old langue
you look up at kihyun and he stares blankly at the paper before clenching his teeth
“they won’t approve it. greek tragedy isn’t popular in our time, it’s only meant to be studied.” you tilt your head and kihyun continues with a sigh
“every time we have to submit a draft, the professor gives it back. says, “kihyun stop writing tragedies. stop putting in obscure greek references. kihyun,,,,,,,,,,,do something more modern.” but i don’t want to. im not majoring in modern theater. im majoring in the classics. so what if i want to rewrite them. so what if i want to make a play about ancient gods no one cares about. i care about them. i ,,,,,,,,”
he stops and his gaze meets yours. your trying to piece the paper back, you want to read the scene but you can’t. it’s so ripped up
kihyun takes the paper and without looking at it recites that characters lines. he sets the place for you, olympus and than a city off the skirts of athens. you listen, enchanted at how he’s added all this to his memory. the smallest details, the expression on his characters faces
it’s only one scene that he recites aloud, but you edge closer and ask “is there more?”
kihyun lets out a shallow laugh and shakes his head “the professor said to give it up. i need to re-write something more to their taste.
you sit back on your heels and then get up, taking the paint can beside your feet and dipping it in a sand colored mix, you begin to paint a long line
kihyun watches and blinks “what is that?”
you turn to him and smile “ancient greek cities had columns right?you mentioned the outskirts of athens-”
kihyun gets up and puts his hand over your wrist. he shakes his head and goes “you don’t have to.”
but you yank your hand and continue to paint. “i want to.”
for a couple of minutes you continue to paint, trying to imagine the backdrop kihyun described as best you can.
“what about the background you’re supposed to actually be drawing?” he asks and you run your free hand through your hair to push it back from your eyes
“ill do it after. right now, i want to paint this. i want to see a part of your play in front of my eyes.”
kihyun seems taken aback but he sees your determination. he steps back and you think he’s going to leave, maybe find you inarguable and give up
but then you hear him walk back and forth, taking in your painting so far and then a smile pulls at his lips
“well ok see the column, cover it in slight vine. there’s also a market scene in my play so we should add in stalls and maybe an animal or two-”
you and kihyun paint for hours. maybe three. maybe four. you and kihyun. alone.
you both end up with stained hands, sweat on your foreheads, and a half finished piece of artwork
kihyun grins and turns to you, “thank you.”
you shrug your shoulders, the overalls your wearing have long been stained with paint but now there’s even more and you feel bad because kihyun’s gotten his fancy looking sweater dirty but he doesn’t look like he cares at all
he’s looking at the background with shining eyes and you’re happy because you can see that the redness from crying is gone, that bitter tone in his voice is gone
and you’re looking at the passionate boy you’ve always found so mesmerizing again
but as you two realized it’s getting late you set out the large banner to dry in a vacant part of the backstage. kihyun suddenly takes your hand and pushes his phone into it
“put in your name and contact so we can meet up and finish this?”
you gladly oblige and kihyun reads your name aloud when you’re done, almost like he’s testing it out as a line to read on stage. you feel a slight blush cross your cheeks when he says it so boldly but you hide it with a “hopefully this all drys over night.”
kihyun walks out of the theater with you, insisting that he hold half the empty paint cans and a brush between his teeth that makes you laugh
as you wave goodbye and go separate ways the warmness in your heart stays with you all the way to your dorm
the next day,,,,,,,,,,,,that warmness is gone
because the director of the play you were supposed to draw the background for is livid to see that instead of their european snowy mountains request,,,,,,you’ve drown an ancient greek cityscape
“are you an idiot? can you not listen to directions? HAVE YOU EVEN READ THE PLAY? this isn’t some bullshit remake of ‘Medea’. throw this out no one is going to use it!”
the yelling makes you flinch and you reluctantly try to roll the banner up but the director puts a hand in your way
“what are you doing? rip this to shreds, it’s garbage.”
you clench your jaw and stand up, “it’s not garbage. it’s for another play. i need to make sure not to ruin it.”
with a cocked eyebrow the director folds their hands and snorts “what other play? since when were there any greek productions approved by the theater club? no one wants to s-”
“i want to see it. i want to see my friends greek tragedy and im not going to ruin the art we worked hard on so if you can please shut up and move your hand. ill get to work on your background, practice for it doesn’t even start till next week.”
passing the director whose looking at you with an open mouth you roll the banner up and heave it into your hands. it’s long and heavy, but you figure you’ll be fine if you walk slow
but just before you do, another set of hands wraps around the big roll of paper and you see a familiar pink head stick out from the side
you grin at kihyun and the two of you lift up the unfinished background. the director mutters something about of COURSE kihyun wants to put on a play copying the tragedies and it takes everything in you not to snap at them
kihyun’s reassuring smile keeps you stable and the two of you walk out of the theater and kihyun leans the rolled up paper against the wall
“well, i guess ill keep it in my dorm. although im not sure my roommate will be happy about it,,,,,,then again shownu never really cares that much.”
you apologize but kihyun leans over to ruffle your hair
“why are you sorry? i should apologize for distracting you from making that other background. that asshole really went off on you - do you think you can just quit and permanently work for me?”
you know he’s half-joking but you play with the idea in your head for a minute before putting your hands on your sides and going “you know what, i think i will quit.”
and with that you turn on your heel, back into the theater before kihyun can stop you, and you shout “i QUIT”
before returning to kihyun whose waiting outside with his eyes the size of the moon
“you- why- you”
you laugh and shrug “i don’t want to work for an asshole, might as well put my skill to good use for people who actually appreciate it.”
kihyun bites back a big grin and throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him suddenly and squeezing
“you know i owe you a lot!” you blush because he’s warm, his chest is solid and you fit so perfectly into the crook of his hand but you just manage to shadow it with another chuckle “you do! anyway, you need to finish writing the play,,,,,,”
kihyun lets you go and rummages around in his backpack, pulling out a thick stack of papers
“i spent all night on it. i mean i already had half done, but i actually finished it. you really motivated me.”
the words are simple but they make you heat up again and you take the stack, eager to flip through it and finally read the whole thing. kihyun somehow hauls the entire roll of paper onto his back and says he’ll call you when he’s free so you two can finish this up and so you can tell him what you think of the play. you nod and watch as he struggles across the quad,,,,,,,
you hold the play in your hands and think,,,,,it’s worth it. for him, it’s worth it.
you stay up reading it, even neglecting some studying to read it twice. from what you can figure out it’s a play on an greek romance tragedy where aphrodite meddles between a young girl and her secret lover,,,,,,,it’s kind of corny in some parts and over dramatic,,,but that’s the style that suits kihyun the best
and in the morning as you’re leaving for your first class you get a call
kihyun’s excited voice on the other line calls your name and he says that if you have some free time to meet him in the art department soon.
when you show up at the room kihyun told you about you see that all the desks are pushed against the wall and your unfinished background is spread on the floor surrounded by paint cans and brushes. kihyun is already on his knees, painting, wiping sweat away with one hand
but once he realizes you’ve come in he jumps to his feet and tugs you over by the wrist chattering about what he wants to add into the painting.
you guys paint together for horus, kihyun keeping the mood happy with jokes and stories and telling you more about the play he has in mind
at some point you two are sitting close together, shoulders basically rubbing up against each other
when kihyun leans over and you feel the tickle of a brush on your skin
and you look down to see kihyun painting a smiley face on your forearm
you retaliate by drawing a mustache on for him
he laughs and draws swirls on your cheeks
and the background is forgotten for a while as you both paint little things on one and other
kihyun covers you crooked flowers and scribbles of lines and you try to draw whiskers on his nose
and ,,,,,,,,, then you know kihyun is leaning in close
the brush he has is too big so he uses his finger to draw a pink petal on your forehead but then he makes the (good,,,,verY GOOD) mistake of looking into your eyes
and it’s still early afternoon with the sun peaking thru the blinds
of the empty classroom,,,,,
except,,,,,for you two,,,,,,,,,,
and your eyes are like,,,,,,,,,,,the most beautiful thing kihyun has seen in his entire life,,,,,your breathing both slowed,,,,,,,,your mouths inches apart,,,,,literally,,,,,
and both of you are thinking the same thing which is like ‘how soft are their lips,,,,,’
BUT ALAS NEITHER OF YOU DO ANYTHING AND INSTEAD PULL AWAY GOING BACK TO WORK EMBARASSED AS HELL
except kihyun cannot stop thinking about it and you keep touching your lips every second but ,,,,,,,,
kihyun just stops and goes “looks like we’re almost done!” in an effort to break the awkward air and you nod, adding some final details
and finally you get up and kihyun says you can leave it here to dry since no one is using this room today
and you don’t know why,,,,maybe it’s the leftover embarrassment, but you get your things and tell kihyun you have to go,,,,
but before you can make your escape kihyun calls out
“are you going to come and see my play?”
and you gasp because holy shit did he get it approved by the theater club????
but kihyun shakes his head and you’re like then how-??? and kihyun is like “just promise me, when i call you with an invitation you’ll show up right?”
and he puts out his pinkie and you’re like a bit confused but you link yours with his and promise
and kihyun reaches out like he’s going to ruffle your hair again but pulls back
and you leave,,,,,,,,,thinking about how kihyun is going to manage to pull off a play without the club but also,,,,,
your fingers touch your lips again,,,,,,but you’re like sTOP thinking about it let’s go do some homework or something instead!!!
ofc kihyun is in the room alone, staring down at the finished piece with his own hand over his mouth
before screaming out “YOO KIHYUN YOU ARE AN I D I O T” at himself and almost falling forward onto the damn background
but also like ,,,,,, two weeks passes and you don’t hear from kihyun. like you see him running around campus doing his usual thing, you see him teasing that other guy jooheon and hanging out with minhyuk
but everytime he turns and you think he might see you,,,,you duck behind a tree or pull up your hood
because ok you’re not going to admit it but,,,,,,,,,,,,you kind of are still embarrassed about the whole art room incident but,,,,,,you honestly though kihyun would have said or done something by now to show you it was all ok????
and you know it’s stubborn to not just text or call him first but you just caNT
and after it edges on three weeks you think well it isn’t worth it to care anymore. kihyun needed you around because you helped him with the painting. it didn’t really matter
but as you’re sitting in your dorm, watching some drama on your laptop your phone goes off and mindlessly you pick up w/o looking at the caller ID
and on the other line is,,,,,kihyun
who goes “you said you’d come if i invited you right? can you come down to the west dorms?”
and you sit up, almost knocking your laptop off your feet and you’re like “uh oh yes give me 5 minutes” and you can practically hear kihyun’s smile on the other end when he’s like ok great!
and that’s how you end up in kihyuns dorm,,,,,,, staring at the makeshift stage he’s made out of blankets on the floor and the familiar background you both painted taped onto his wall
and you’re not sure where kihyun is, but you can hear voices from the bathroom and suddenly ????? shownu comes out
wearing what you presume is a night sheet as a toga
and he starts off talking about his “daughter” who can’t find love and instantly you realize this is ,,,,, this is the script you read by kihyun
and then the ‘daughter’ runs out. it’s changkyun in a wig
followed by mischievous aphrodite played by minhyuk in another wig and a crown made out of plastic flowers
and the narrator in the back, who sits down in the corner is a very tired looking hyungwon
followed by the dashing young lover,,,,,,,,,,,, kihyun
(also in a night sheet toga)
and there’s music,,,,,,,every now and then provided by wonho with his ipod and jooheon who throws paper shavings everytime minhyuk appears since he’s playing a goddess
and the whole thing looks so,,,,,,,,so bizarre and silly
shownu pulls the script out of his toga to literally read off his lines and minhyuk is obviously improvising and when kihyun tries to hug changkyun changkyun almost smacks him away with his wig
and it’s,,,,,it’s a mess
but it’s kihyuns play. and you watch it: laughing and clapping and gasping when you need to
and finally, the last scene,,,,,,,,the last kiss between the girl and her lover,,,,,,
changkyun suddenly goes over to you and pulls you up, moving you toward his spot beside kihyun
whispering “he wanted it to be you, plus i don’t want to kiss him”
before sitting down where you were
and you’re looking at kihyun who says his last line before wrapping his arm around your waist and placing a gentle kiss right ,,,, on your lips
and you’re like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! because oh god everyone is watching - was this kihyuns plan - he’s so soft and this kiss is so nice - wait oh god his friends are all watching
but then you can’t help it, your hand almost reflexively goes up to his neck to pull him closer
and hyungwon literaLLY clears his throat because AHEM this kiss is ‘short and sweet’
but when you two pull back it’s obvious the play is over and everyone in the room breaks into applause
but you’re star-struck staring at kihyun who just smiles and goes
“i’ve been waiting a long time to do that”
before turning to bow to the lone changkyun who is sitting where you were, pulling you down a bit so you bow too
and ,,,,,,,,,,, it’s crazy really
but somehow it feels right and you compliment everyone on their acting and helping and all of them crowd around to talk about how kihyun had bribed them to get them to do it
and it makes you laugh, hearing about how much effort kihyun put into this “play” just,,,,,,,,,,,,,,to show it to you
and once all his friends have filed out of the dorm. shownu leaving with jooheon to let you and kihyun be alone
you turn to him and go
“it was a good play, but you should really submit it to the theater club. it deserves more than just me seeing it.”
kihyun grins, kissing the side of your cheek and going “it’s ok. this play is special,,,,,,so special because it’s only meant for one person to see it.”
kihyun: “the person i like.”
kihyun: “pleASE i am trying to be romantic.”
you laugh again and kihyun collects you in his arms, pressing your foreheads together and wow yes kihyun asked you out by putting on a whole play for you and we ALL KNOW HE WOULD BE THIS EXTRA
but it’s cute,,,,,,,,,shownu comes back to find you and kihyun sitting in his bed reading through other stuff kihyun has written and shownu is like “id like to get some sleep but if you two plan on staying up giggling i will go make my bed somewhere else”
kihyun walks you back your dorm considering it’s dark out and you tell him that you’re serious though - he should get one of his plays put on by the theater club
kihyun just kisses you again and tells you you’re the best fan he’s ever had
and you hit him playfully because yes, fan but also -the best significant other???
and dating kihyun means literally just dating the most affectionate person in the world
from the moment you two meet up after your class to when kihyun has to leave you for practice ,,,,, kihyun is holding onto you
holding your hand, holding your waist, holding your face, literally just attached to your side
for that constant love and attention
and he’s even more passionate and dramatic than what you thought you knew
like he’ll get down on his knees with a rose in his mouth in front of your whoLE clASS on your 100 day anniversary
and he’ll insist on carrying you if you as much as scratch yourself on something
and he’ll serenade you outside your dorm window
and he’ll get his face printed on a t-shirt that says ‘i love kihyun’ as a gift for you
and oh gosh it sounds overwhelming but it’s all done with the best intentions because you best believe he makes himself a shirt that says ‘i love y/n’ with your face on it so he can wear it with pride
even though hyungwon sees this couple item and looks at you like please tell kihyun to burn these
but kihyun isn’t just passionate about you,,,,,,,,he’s passionate about your life too. he’s always cheering you up when you’re in a slump over course work or friends or family. and your family loves him because he literally is so polite and so well-mannered around them
and even on little holidays that most people overlook he’s like ‘let me call your family and thank them for bringing you into this world one again-’ and you’re like PLEASE
kihyun is also super smart,,,,,like he knows so much about ancient greek civilization and when he practices the language in front of you you’re like ‘you’re a genius’ and kihyun is like ‘i know, you’re lucky to be dating me. the next socrates’
and you’re like ok bye but he begs you to stay with many kisses
and he’s a drama major, and people think it’s easy but you know how kihyun stays up studying lines and then working on props that the club might need, and revising his own personal playwrights
and when you learn that he’s even taking a class on like lighting techniques??? for like stages???
you’re honestly like,,,,,,he is a genius and so hardworking,,,,,
so you’re always like giving kihyun a shoulder massage or helping organize his notes and he’s like “you really care well for me”
and you play it off like WHAT would you do without me,,,,,but you’re just really proud of his hardwork
and that’s why when you hear that the club is looking of putting out another production you insist that kihyun submit one of his plays,,,,,but he gets all concerned again
so with confidence you submit a copy of it yourself and it gets picked?? and when kihyun finds out he runs to your first
and literally picks you up in a spinning hug because he’s like mY PLAY and you’re like I tOLD you TheY’D LOVE IT
and that one teacher that kept telling him to stop writing in that style,,,,,,well let’s just say he’s quite embarrassed when the whole drama department gets excited over seeing the club put on something modeled after the ancient greek play
and you ofc help to paint the background
and while kihyun is practicing, every now and then he’ll break his concentration to surprise you with back hugs and kisses on the neck
on opening night of the production,,,,, you have a front row seat along with the rest of monsta x
and it’s amazing,,,,,kihyun shines so powerfully with his performance
but watching him makeout with the other lead,,,,,well,,,,,let’s just say you force jooheon to cover your eyes for you
but after as you’re all congratulating all the student actors
you pull kihyun aside and just,,,,,,,,well just you kiss him with a bit more force than ever and kihyun pulls back like ‘is this a gift for my performance or are you trying to tell me something?”
and you blush because Shut UP but,,,,,also,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you’re like “kihyun let’s celebrate more,,,,,,,,alone,,,,,,,,in your dorm,,,,,tell shownu to spend the night somewhere else”
and kihyun’s ears go redder than blood and he doesn’t even have to open his mouth when you two show up in front of shownu
because kihyun’s hair is a mess already since you made out with him and his ears are blushing and you’re already nudging him in the side and shownu gets it
he’s like “ill comeback tomorrow, you two have fun. be safe”
let’s just say when shownu comes around in the morning he has to throw another blanket on top of you and kihyun LOL
and kihyun is amazing,,,,,,,at acting,,,,,,,at being a boyfriend,,,,,at ahem other things
BUT he’s also a good cook and when you find him at your dorm with late night snacks he made or just when you two have the time to use the communal kitchen
you’re just like im blessed,,,,he’s everything
and one summer kihyun surprises you with money he’s saved up for a trip to greece before the semester starts again and you’re like kIHYUN where did you get the money,,,,,,,,,,, and he just grins because apparently translating ancient greek for some older scholars is actually quite a well paying side job and you didn’t even know he was doing it
but ,,,,,,,,,,,, you guys go and it’s amazing. it’s short only a week, but it’s amazing and kihyun is like “if you hadn’t said all those thing, about how you wanted to watch my play no matter what,,,,,,i would have probably dropped out of drama as a major.” and you’re like what oh my god ,,, and he just grins
and brings you close and nuzzles his face against yours because,,,,,,,,you motivated him so much and you continue to motivate him
and you’re like kihyun!!! you motivate me too!!! you keep me stable and positive
and it’s just romantic,,,,,,,,,,,,,kihyun makes everything so romantic
and once you get back and another semester of college starts and all of monsta x is so jealous of your ‘lovers getaway’ to greece
kihyun is like “hey, let me wingman you guys and sooner or later you’ll all be on your own lovers getaways ;)”
all of monsta x: no
kihyun: you all are missing out. like i have a s/o and you don’t think about that hMMMMMMM
you: *face in your hands* why is he like this,,,,,,,,