Narcissist. [ Sooyoung blurts out without really meaning it. ] Tell me that when my eyes are my natural color.
[ To think that of all people brought here by LILITH he had to be the one to push her that far. It makes sense, somehow, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating.
Sooyoung wishes she knew more about him. Thanks to her avatar’s memories, she learned a few things, but that’s just a small drop in the ocean. ]
The only person who stands in the way of your happiness is yourself. [ Her eyes are back to the usual gray color as she presses her forehead against his. ] Fight that bastard and take what’s yours.
[ That bastard is a part of him as well and deserves to be happy and loved just as much, though. ]
You won’t always be happy, but it’s fine. [ The pad of her thumb brushes close to the corner of his eye. It would have been funnier if he was an ugly crier, she thinks. ] You can find solace in the stories. Maybe one of them will make you realize that you shouldn’t deny yourself happiness when it’s right in front of you.
[ Or maybe he’ll learn that the other way. It’s different for everyone, after all. There are people who live their lives without ever learning that they deserve love and happiness and die. ]
Write your own story from now own, Kaito. Don’t ignore your needs and wants. Reach out to people you care about. If things become too much, you can run away but you’ll have to come back. Because people will always be waiting for you.
[ The words are followed by a gentle kiss on the forehead, something so fleeting that it would be amusingly easy to brush it off as something that never actually happened.
If it wasn’t for what comes next.
Sooyoung’s lips crash into his, and she presses her body forward, as if that would help her share the greediness for a happy end in her soul. If he tries to pull away at any moment, Sooyoung will chase him, lock their lips in a kiss again until she can’t go on. ]
This is my epilogue for you.
[ Her voice is softer than ever while she’s catching her breath. ]
I'll be in big trouble if I do that. [ Snickering. Kaito can never tell Sooyoung how much she looks like her or he'll never hear the end of it.
Her forehead is warm. Her breath is warmer on his lips. The words seep through—things he's heard before, things he hasn't heard in a long time. Things he's tried to tell others.
But something about the delivery bothers him, even as he starts to lose himself in her gaze. It's on the tip of his tongue, but before he can place it, she's stunned him with a kiss as fierce as his own has been just a week ago.
Golds lid shut. Kaito doesn't resist by any means; he's happy to melt into Sooyoung's embrace as she takes on the role of air thief. Fingers tangle in the writer's hair, pulling her ever closer, longing for the moment to never end—
—And when it does, and those last words tumble off her lips, he finally gets it. Kaito's gaze narrows. In a smooth motion, he rolls Sooyoung onto her back and settles down on her hips, laying across her body so their foreheads can touch again.
Despite the sharp look, he's smiling. ]
Something was bothering me this whole time, you chuuni Writer. [ His lips find her neck and begin trailing a path of kisses up and along her throat, ending at the corner of her mouth. ]
You need to quit talking like you're about to vanish from my life after giving me some sage advice. Jerk. I'm not letting you go anywhere—especially not tonight.
[ Kaito whispers against her lips. Can she feel his smile? ]
This chapter begins with me thanking you properly.
[ And down he crashes for another kiss, making sure to properly pin her between him and the bed. His tongue drags over her bottom lip, and there's a bit of nibbling and biting going on to try and suede her into parting her mouth for him. ]
[ The fact that he doesn’t resist at all is good and bad at once for reasons Sooyoung doesn’t want to think about right now, not when she’s being pulled even closer. Her body might be demanding air, but Sooyoung is willing to push herself to the limit only to make the kiss last a little longer.
It crosses her mind to put up some resistance when Kaito is pinning her down against the bed, but she’s still feeling dazed. Sooyoung musters up some effort to protest to being called a chuuni writer… ]
Chuuni—ah.
[ … only for a soft moan slip past her parted lips. Before she knows it, her cheeks are tinted light pink and they feel much warmer than just a moment before. ]
So you think that I’m smart, huh.
[ That’s how she chooses to save her face (citation needed) apparently. Her currently smiling face. ]
You trapped me anyway.
[ If it wasn’t for that smug comment, perhaps Sooyoung could have caught his lips with hers in a kiss first, alas that’s not how it goes. Still, it’s hard to bring herself to complain, especially after parting her lips for him, letting their tongues rub against each other. Even if she might have lost the momentum when it comes to the kiss, her hands are free and Sooyoung doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of that.
The writer’s fingertips glide over Kaito’s back, lightly pressing against his muscles on a whim. Rather than taking her time to explore his body, her palms roam frantically, as if she wanted to touch him as much as possible while she still can. ]
This is just a chapter of your side story, alright?
[ She whispers after the kiss is broken, choosing the words carefully. It doesn’t mean it’s not important, but it shouldn’t interfere with his main story. ]
[ She's not wrong. He did trap her, literally. Not that either of them are particularly bothered about the details. Too much face to suck, y'know?
Kaito reflects for a bit as their tongues dance and he feels her hands splaying all over his back, over the leathery-smooth skin of his lightning scars. There was a time where touch was revolting and intimacy could make him physically sick, but those days were long behind him.
He's become what he used to hate, he realizes. Touchy and feely, always craving moments of physical affection. From Malkuth especially, but now from Sooyoung and even Vergilius and March.
...'Course, there's a strong degree of separation between the first and second pairs here. Callused fingers drag down Sooyoung's cheeks, grazing over her neck and slipping further until he too begins to roam, aimless and frenetic.
When they break away again, Kaito pushes her top up just enough so he can spray his fingers over her bare stomach.
...And then he tickles. Jerk. ]
Get out of here with that.
I don't categorize my life like the books I love. There's no main story or side story, only a single path forward, full of twists and turns representing all life has to offer.
[ Kaito twists onto his side, dragging Sooyoung up with him so he can slip his leg between hers and further close the gap between them. ]
Your mileage may vary, of course... But you're no side story to me.
[ Fuck. Her life is on the line now. If she laughs, it’s over. No, it she lets out even the softest sound just because Kaito has splayed his hand on her stomach, it’s over for her. ]
[ With her lips pursed into a thin line because she refuses to laugh, Sooyoung closes her eyes while her hands slip under his shirt, attentive to each spot where his skin is thicker. ]
Why do you have to be so smart, idiot?
[ The main story and the side story are never truly separate. Sooyoung knows that quite well. Perhaps she should have known that it’s not easy to trick a Reader. ]
When a beautiful writer is offering you an excuse, you should take it. [ A pause. ] Maybe I was too generous.
[ When they keep shifting on top of the bed, Sooyoung allows him to press closer, her body grinding slowly against his. Hopefully, this will distract Kaito enough to let Sooyoung shower his neck with kisses, her teeth grazing against the delicate skin. ]
[ It's definitely distracting. Kaito groans his approval, reciprocating her grinding with his own—until he loses a longer, lower moan as she kisses his neck. ]
Mmm... I'm not good at taking orders, heheh...
[ Mumble, mumble. Feeling a little lazy, Kaito shuts his eyes and exposes a little more of his neck. ]
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[ To think that of all people brought here by LILITH he had to be the one to push her that far. It makes sense, somehow, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating.
Sooyoung wishes she knew more about him. Thanks to her avatar’s memories, she learned a few things, but that’s just a small drop in the ocean. ]
The only person who stands in the way of your happiness is yourself. [ Her eyes are back to the usual gray color as she presses her forehead against his. ] Fight that bastard and take what’s yours.
[ That bastard is a part of him as well and deserves to be happy and loved just as much, though. ]
You won’t always be happy, but it’s fine. [ The pad of her thumb brushes close to the corner of his eye. It would have been funnier if he was an ugly crier, she thinks. ] You can find solace in the stories. Maybe one of them will make you realize that you shouldn’t deny yourself happiness when it’s right in front of you.
[ Or maybe he’ll learn that the other way. It’s different for everyone, after all. There are people who live their lives without ever learning that they deserve love and happiness and die. ]
Write your own story from now own, Kaito. Don’t ignore your needs and wants. Reach out to people you care about. If things become too much, you can run away but you’ll have to come back. Because people will always be waiting for you.
[ The words are followed by a gentle kiss on the forehead, something so fleeting that it would be amusingly easy to brush it off as something that never actually happened.
If it wasn’t for what comes next.
Sooyoung’s lips crash into his, and she presses her body forward, as if that would help her share the greediness for a happy end in her soul. If he tries to pull away at any moment, Sooyoung will chase him, lock their lips in a kiss again until she can’t go on. ]
This is my epilogue for you.
[ Her voice is softer than ever while she’s catching her breath. ]
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Her forehead is warm. Her breath is warmer on his lips. The words seep through—things he's heard before, things he hasn't heard in a long time. Things he's tried to tell others.
But something about the delivery bothers him, even as he starts to lose himself in her gaze. It's on the tip of his tongue, but before he can place it, she's stunned him with a kiss as fierce as his own has been just a week ago.
Golds lid shut. Kaito doesn't resist by any means; he's happy to melt into Sooyoung's embrace as she takes on the role of air thief. Fingers tangle in the writer's hair, pulling her ever closer, longing for the moment to never end—
—And when it does, and those last words tumble off her lips, he finally gets it. Kaito's gaze narrows. In a smooth motion, he rolls Sooyoung onto her back and settles down on her hips, laying across her body so their foreheads can touch again.
Despite the sharp look, he's smiling. ]
Something was bothering me this whole time, you chuuni Writer. [ His lips find her neck and begin trailing a path of kisses up and along her throat, ending at the corner of her mouth. ]
You need to quit talking like you're about to vanish from my life after giving me some sage advice. Jerk. I'm not letting you go anywhere—especially not tonight.
[ Kaito whispers against her lips. Can she feel his smile? ]
This chapter begins with me thanking you properly.
[ And down he crashes for another kiss, making sure to properly pin her between him and the bed. His tongue drags over her bottom lip, and there's a bit of nibbling and biting going on to try and suede her into parting her mouth for him. ]
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It crosses her mind to put up some resistance when Kaito is pinning her down against the bed, but she’s still feeling dazed. Sooyoung musters up some effort to protest to being called a chuuni writer… ]
Chuuni—ah.
[ … only for a soft moan slip past her parted lips. Before she knows it, her cheeks are tinted light pink and they feel much warmer than just a moment before. ]
So you think that I’m smart, huh.
[ That’s how she chooses to save her face (citation needed) apparently. Her currently smiling face. ]
You trapped me anyway.
[ If it wasn’t for that smug comment, perhaps Sooyoung could have caught his lips with hers in a kiss first, alas that’s not how it goes. Still, it’s hard to bring herself to complain, especially after parting her lips for him, letting their tongues rub against each other. Even if she might have lost the momentum when it comes to the kiss, her hands are free and Sooyoung doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of that.
The writer’s fingertips glide over Kaito’s back, lightly pressing against his muscles on a whim. Rather than taking her time to explore his body, her palms roam frantically, as if she wanted to touch him as much as possible while she still can. ]
This is just a chapter of your side story, alright?
[ She whispers after the kiss is broken, choosing the words carefully. It doesn’t mean it’s not important, but it shouldn’t interfere with his main story. ]
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Kaito reflects for a bit as their tongues dance and he feels her hands splaying all over his back, over the leathery-smooth skin of his lightning scars. There was a time where touch was revolting and intimacy could make him physically sick, but those days were long behind him.
He's become what he used to hate, he realizes. Touchy and feely, always craving moments of physical affection. From Malkuth especially, but now from Sooyoung and even Vergilius and March.
...'Course, there's a strong degree of separation between the first and second pairs here. Callused fingers drag down Sooyoung's cheeks, grazing over her neck and slipping further until he too begins to roam, aimless and frenetic.
When they break away again, Kaito pushes her top up just enough so he can spray his fingers over her bare stomach.
...And then he tickles. Jerk. ]
Get out of here with that.
I don't categorize my life like the books I love. There's no main story or side story, only a single path forward, full of twists and turns representing all life has to offer.
[ Kaito twists onto his side, dragging Sooyoung up with him so he can slip his leg between hers and further close the gap between them. ]
Your mileage may vary, of course... But you're no side story to me.
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Pfft.
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Why do you have to be so smart, idiot?
[ The main story and the side story are never truly separate. Sooyoung knows that quite well. Perhaps she should have known that it’s not easy to trick a Reader. ]
When a beautiful writer is offering you an excuse, you should take it. [ A pause. ] Maybe I was too generous.
[ When they keep shifting on top of the bed, Sooyoung allows him to press closer, her body grinding slowly against his. Hopefully, this will distract Kaito enough to let Sooyoung shower his neck with kisses, her teeth grazing against the delicate skin. ]
You could never become just a side story.
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Mmm... I'm not good at taking orders, heheh...
[ Mumble, mumble. Feeling a little lazy, Kaito shuts his eyes and exposes a little more of his neck. ]