(A/n) : If you aren't stupid, you'll understand which country I'm from and live in. Enjoy !
•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•Idea of the scenario :
[Y/n] was in vacation in Spain. She was visiting Madrid when she suddenly started dramatically crying like the drama queen she is on the side of the road because she got lost and didn't speak one word of Spanish at all and on top of all, her phone just died.
That's when Sae was doing his usual jog and saw her, confused at why the hell this woman was crying like that and taking her in pity as he helped her.
First asking her in Spanish which caused [Y/n] to despair even more at the damn Spanish she's been hearing all day but not understanding a single word and she said in English that she didn't speak Spanish and since he knew English, he responded.
[Y/n] literally jumped in joy as she thought she would've stayed lost forever when she finally found someone who spoke English instead of the hellish Spanish.
The oneshot :
The afternoon sun painted Madrid in golden hues, turning every cobblestone, café and street musician into part of a living painting.
[Y/n], a French model renowned for her magazine covers and dramatic flair, had decided that exploring the heart of the city would be the perfect way to soak up its culture.
The outfit she's wearing is a chic, sophisticated look with a light, neutral palette.
• Top : A light blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up for a relaxed yet polished look.
• Sweater : A cream or off-white sweater is draped over the shoulders, adding a casual layer without being worn traditionally.
• Pants : High-waisted, wide-leg trousers in a soft white or cream color. The fit is tailored but loose, enhancing the overall elegant look.
• Shoes : Pointed-toe heels in a matching white or off-white shade, which elongate the legs and complement the pants.
• Bag : A black quilted shoulder bag with a chain strap, adding a touch of contrast and luxury to the outfit.(Did I throw this description outta ChatGPT ? Yes and without shame 😌)
With her sunglasses perched on her head and her designer bag in tow, she wandered through charming alleyways, completely enamored with the city's spirit.
But what started as an enchanting adventure soon descended into chaos.
As she strolled from one narrow street to another, taking in the sights and smells of tapas and fresh bread, she slowly realized she had no idea where she was.
Not one familiar landmark in sight and not a single friendly face who spoke a language she could understand. [Y/n]'s heart started to race, and when she reached into her bag for her phone, the cruel reality set in– it was dead.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me !" She exclaimed, earning a confused stare from an elderly man passing by with a small dog.
Youngster these days... The old lady thought with an eye roll.
The hell is this old lady rolling her eyes at me ?! She thought while glaring at the back of the elder's head but was soon back into the situation she was.
(I didn't know how to phrase it so dealt with my English.)
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Blue Lock oneshots (Bllk x [Y/n])
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