2024 Oneshots

☠Day 4 (Choso x Fem!Reader)

The room is too quiet, except for the soft click of your keys as you set them down on the counter. You move slowly, aware of the tension in the air, your mind replaying what happened earlier today. A curse. Nothing serious, but you handled it alone, and you didn't think to tell Choso. At least, not until after.

You're used to the silence between you two- it's never been uncomfortable before- but now it feels different, like a storm on the horizon waiting to break. Choso's always been protective of you. You know that's just how he is- serious, reserved, but kind in his own way. He's one of your closest friends. Always has been. But tonight there's something else in his eyes, something that makes your stomach twist in knots.

"You should've told me."

His voice cuts through the stillness, low but steady. You freeze, your back to him as you fumble for a response. You already know what this is about. He must've seen the bruise on your wrist, the small cut on your forehead from the fight. Nothing major, but enough to send him into this brooding, intense mood he sometimes falls into when something goes wrong. Something involving you.

You swallow, turning slowly to face him. "I handled it fine," you say, keeping your tone light, even though the look in his eyes makes your heart race. He's standing just a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable- but his gaze is sharp, almost too sharp.

"That's not the point." His jaw clenches, and you can tell he's trying to keep his voice steady. It's always like this with Choso- so much simmering just below the surface, but rarely ever shown. Until moments like these, where his concern for you borders on something... more.

"You shouldn't have gone alone," he murmurs, his voice lower now, rougher around the edge. He's frustrated, not just because of what happened, but also because you didn't tell him. That you didn't ask for his help.

You shift on your feet, feeling the pressure of his words like a knot in your stomach. "I didn't want to worry you," you try, but it sounds weak even to your own ears.

His eyes narrow, and he finally steps forward, close enough that you have to tilt your head up to meet his gaze. "I worry about you no matter what." His voice is soft, his eyes flickering between your wrist and your face, and you can feel the heat of his frustration radiating off him.

You bite the inside of your cheek, unsure of how to respond. You know he's protective. He always has been, in his quiet, understated way. But this feels different. More intense. More... possessive. And it stirs something inside you that you've been trying to ignore for a while now.

"I'm sorry," you say quietly, "I didn't think it was a big deal." But you know that isn't true. The moment you saw that curse, your mind went to Choso- wondering what he would've done, how easily he could've taken it down. You didn't want to involve him, though, because things have been a bit complicated lately.

Choso steps even closer, his eyes darkening. "It is a big deal," he says, voice barely above a whisper. "You could've been hurt."

His hand finally reaches out, fingers brushing lightly over the bruise on your wrist, and you have to fight the shivers that run through you at the contact. He's gentle, but his grip tightens just enough to hold you in place, his gaze never leaving yours.

"You don't need to handle things alone, Y/N," he murmurs, and there's something raw in his voice now, something that makes your heart ache. "Not when I'm here."

Your breath catches, and you suddenly feel too warm, too aware of how close he is, how his touch lingers just a little too long. The air between you is thick with unspoken thoughts, with feelings neither of you have acknowledged aloud. It's always been like this- like you're dancing around the edge of something more, but never daring to cross the line.