#ᙏ̤̫ makotober ²⁰

[kohyuuu]

i love this sm and although i will never EVER read killing stalking, i love yoonbum and he deserves so much better xx

i know the webtoon is.. very questionable and i actually do know quite a bit about sangwoo and yoonbum (i have friends who read it back in 2019-2020) bc i did some research on them and yeah i saw a LOT of things 😭🙏

i should probably go to bed so im gonna stop yapping! xoxo

Domesticated

Pairings: YoonBum x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 231

Warnings: a bit of a co-dependent relationship

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YoonBum was living the life he always wanted.

(Name) was his salvation. Having met them in high school, people often thought they were too attractive to be with someone like him, but (Name) didn’t care, opting to date Bum.

To them, he was sweet and attentive. Bum had issues that he needed to work through but (Name) was patient and supportive, getting him professional help.

Their love life was blissful. YoonBum felt he’d died and gone to heaven, enjoying the paradise in which he never wanted to escape. When he had to enlist for the military, he was anxious. Millions of worries ran through his head. Was (Name) going to forget him or meet someone else, someone better? Would they finally realize he wasn’t worth it? That their classmates were right all this time?

The idea of losing the only person who loved him pained Bum. To his relief, (Name) was waiting for him. They’d secured a job and had saved money to buy a house where the two could live in peace.

YoonBum was quick to put a ring on their finger; he would belong to them and they would belong to him.

He smiled whilst cooking as (Name) helped clean and set up the table, humming as they did so.

It was the domestic life that YoonBum always wanted and he got to share that with someone he loved.

[yhwhsdaughter]

Enchanted Forest

Pairings: Maleficent x Female Reader

Warnings: unwanted male advances (harassing)

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(Name) ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

The pursuant was hot on her heels; his horse trampling over leaves, leaping over fallen branches, snorting as it followed. The dogs barked, smelling her scent, the blood that had been spilled when she fell and cut herself on a sharp rock.

He was obsessed with (Name), unable to take her rejection over his marriage proposal. The fire in his eyes scared her. He was a beast in the form of man.

Fearing for her life, (Name) ran. That’s all she could do. He was a knight. He much stronger than her and proficient with a sword. One swing and she would meet her creator.

Her only option, her only salvation was to cross the enchanted forest. There lurked monsters and terrors which people never came back from, or so the townsfolk said. Anything was better than falling in the hands of that man.

Up ahead, (Name) spotted a castle, surrounded by thorns. That’s where the rumored Maleficent lived. Not thinking twice, (Name) continued. The man was close by.

Thorns pricked her skin all over. Blood flowed from her wounds, staining her dress crimson.

It was a miracle that she managed to cross. Unlike the man, who had a horse and was a bigger target, she was smaller and could crawl and avoid certain thorns.

Even so, she wasn’t spared.

(Name) dropped to ground, the pain invading her body as she gasped for air. Her lungs hurt; she wasn’t used to running so much. Every drop of energy she had was gone. She lost consciousness hoping that she was saved.

Maleficent was bored. From the very top of her tower, she stared down, hoping for a little entertainment. She didn’t even have to use her magic when she spotted a young woman running towards her castle and the thorns that protected it. She must be mad, is what Maleficent thought.

Then she spotted a man riding a horse, chasing after the young woman. Maleficent frowned but made no moves to help either party. She simply observed as the woman, despite being incredibly injured, traveled through the maze of thorns. To Maleficent’s surprise, the woman made it before collapsing.

“Alright. You’ve captured my attention.”

The man made it over as well. He was about to claim (Name) as his ‘prize’ when he felt pain curse through his body. He couldn’t move.

Maleficent stretched hand towards him, “You shall never lay a hand on this woman.” With a motion, he became a bug.

Maleficent walked to the woman, staring at her scratched but beautiful face. She turned to her companion, a shapeshifting raven, “Diaval, carry her inside.”

The two would go on to do great things.

[yhwhsdaughter]

Halloween 🎃

Pairings: Oh Sangwoo x YoonBum x Female Reader

Word Count: 531

Warnings: attempted murder

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

“(Name)! Sangwoo is coming to the party!”

Her eyes lit up at this, “Is he bringing his cousin YoonBum??” causing her friends to roll their eyes or let out defeated sighs.

“Seriously (Name). You have a delicious man like Sangwoo chasing after you and all you can think of is his skinny cousin?”

The woman in mention shrugged as if she didn’t see the problem. “I like YoonBum better. He’s got a submissive personality. I don’t like men who’re too masculine—they like to be in control and that’s not attractive to me.”

While their group went to mingle, Sangwoo sat inside his car, which was parked in the flooded parking lot of the enormous house. He turned to Bum, who laid in the passenger seat. “(Name) will be at this party. I don’t want you to embarrass me” he said with a sharp tone.

YoonBum merely flinched. He knew that Sangwoo had a thing for her but didn’t know exactly why. Well, there were plenty of things to like about (Name) but Bum had no idea why Sangwoo was fixated on her, who’d shown disinterest, when he could have practically any woman.

Bum liked (Name) because she was truly nice to him.

Unlike the entirety of Sangwoo’s entourage, her smiles were genuine. She would, one way or another, find a way to make conversation, really interested in what he had to say.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the looks she sends you. So, I want you to steer her over to me.”

Sangwoo knew there was something different about (Name) and not in the ‘you’re not like other girls’ manner. No, she reminded him of his mother. With every rejection she gave him with a graceful expression on her face, he had the urge to put his hands around her throat and squeeze till her look changed.

Seeing (Name) was like an itch on his brain that wouldn’t dissipate till she was six feet on the ground.

Tonight was the perfect day to make that feeling go away.

It was Halloween.

The night was young and scary. Screams would fill the night which would be drowned by the music that blared from the noisy neighborhood.

Even if Sangwoo was seen with a body bag, they’d just think it was a prop or part of his costume. He just needed her to agree to come with him and Bum would be the weapon of her demise.

“(Name), since you like my cousin Bum so much, why don’t you come back to my place. It’s private so you won’t have to worry about anyone disturbing you two.”

There was a glint in his eye that resonated with (Name). A look she knew too well. Mirroring his fake smile, (Name) agreed to go, ignoring the worried glances Bum would shoot her every few seconds.

Inside Sangwoo’s car, (Name) buckled in, thinking how she could finally rid herself of the obstacle that stood between Bum and her.

Two killers.

Question was, who would YoonBum help?

[yhwhsdaughter]

Music/Dancing

Pairings: Hannibal Lecter x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 366

Warnings: implied cannibalism, rude/intoxicated man

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The sounds coming from the instruments created beautiful melodies that resonated throughout the ballroom, inviting guests to dance, gracing the ears of the jolly crowd.

Hannibal stood amongst them, staring fondly at a certain individual who wasn’t too far away. (Name) was under his care while they worked on their doctorate for psychiatry; they were roughly his age, slightly younger.

They were brilliant, having worked as a mortician. Asides from their obvious intellect, (Name) was charming in many ways. Hannibal took a liking to them, merely out of curiosity but found himself thinking of them often. Their polite smile and mysterious eyes plagued his mind.

He approached with the silence and stealth of a predator eyeing his prey when something occured. (Name) was standing, idly chatting with several of the guests when a clearly-intoxicated man stumbled onto them, spilling a great portion of their drink on (Name). Had they apologized like a civilized individual, Hannibal would have possibly let it slide as a simple and unfortunate accident. However, the man chose to deliberately blame (Name) for the incident, yelling that they should be careful for they almost ruined his suit, which was hypocritical since (Name) was the one half-drenched with expensive wine.

Thankfully, the host and a few others volunteered to escort the man from the premises. Hannibal made his entrance, offering his handkerchief to (Name) who took it graciously and began patting at their wet clothes. “Dr. Lecter, you witnessed that?” They almost seemed embarrassed, pink kissing their cheeks. He made a vague motion, but (Name) knew him well enough that he had.

In efforts to forget that atrocious occurrence, Hannibal invited (Name) to dance. They took his hand, accepting to hold hands with the devil, willingly entering the slaughterhouse without fear, rather, a certain attraction.

The two waltzed at a smooth pace; Hannibal laid his hand on (Name)’s waist gently, his eyes never leaving theirs. They were lost in their own world. When the song ended and Hannibal released them from his soft embrace, (Name) blinked in confusion, yearning for more of his touch. Noticing, Hannibal dared to invite them to his home.

“Dinner will be my treat. I’ve already prepared the menu.”

[yhwhsdaughter]

source

Ivan Braginsky x f. reader

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Ivan sat expectantly.

It was his birthday, which landed on Christmas. He had sent out invitations to the rest of the countries. This was the same as the other years. They never showed up; whether it be for political or personal reasons. Usually his sisters tried to show up but this time they didn’t, only sent presents.

Ivan waited patiently, glancing around, staring at the decorations where he poured his heart out. It was late afternoon when the Russia sat up from his seat, heading to take down the streamer when a knock at the door called his attention. Opening it, he was greeted by a smiling (Name).

They looked a bit awkward, carrying a few bags and cake. “Sorry for being so late! I had to finish paperwork.” Ivan was slightly shocked yet pleasantly surprised. He let them in happily.

(Name) looked around the empty house, “Where are the others? Did they leave already?”

After he told them that no one bothered to show up, (Name) said they didn’t need them. “You and I are gonna have so much fun together! Come, let’s open your presents and have cake! I made it myself by the way.” (Name) had brought a bouquet of sunflowers.

He hugged them, tightly, and went to put the flowers in water giving them time to light up the candles. The cake was round, decorated with sunflowers. They blushed, “I hope you like it. Ukraine told me you were fond of sunflowers when I asked her.. oh! The white of the cake represents the snow in Russia. I know sunflowers don’t grow in the cold but I thought it was a nice touch.” Ivan couldn’t express his gratitude enough. He would eat this cake happily, not leaving a crumb behind.

(Name) had gifted him framed pressed sunflowers for when the bouquet dried up. They also got Ivan a long cream colored scarf. “For when you get cold. I mean, I know you’re the personification of Russia but still…” He smiled.

“I’ll wear it forever.”

Because it was so cold, (Name) was allowed to stay the night. As they slept, Russia stared at them with fondness. The kindness they’d shown him today, he would repay it tenfold. And he did. (Name) was a small country, recently formed so it was going under a lot of expansion. They were viewed by other country’s leaders as a pawn or a threat.

Russia would do everything in his power to protect them. He would help them grow. He wanted to see them prosper. Maybe one day (Name) could become part of Mother Russia.

[yhwhsdaughter]

Dreams

Pairings: Yato/Yaboku x Male Reader

Word Count: 338

Warnings: angst with a happy ending

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(Name) had constant dreams about a man with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. Every night he was plagued by him. He didn’t know his name. He didn’t even know if he was real or a figment of his imagination.

(Name) was the god of misery. He wasn’t a stranger to suffering. Humans felt distressed all the time. As long as they felt that emotion, (Name) would always be reborn.

One day, he encountered that same man. He was accompanied by a blond child and a teenage girl. (Name) felt his body move on his own, walking towards the individual that followed him everywhere.

When he was close, that man turned to look at (Name). His eyes widened. Those same eyes that resembled an ocean. “You’re...real.”

Yato was about to run when (Name) caught his wrist. There was a spark between them as memories flooded inside the latter. They were friends. They were lovers. They were…

Tears gathered in (Name)’s eyes, spilling down his cheeks. “I remember. I remember, Yaboku.”

Thousands of years ago, Yaboku hurt (Name), badly. It was an accident, triggered by a wave of emotions. Nevertheless, (Name) was reborn. He forgot all about Yaboku. Their friendship, their love was gone. He was only left with dreams.

Yaboku, not wanting to hurt him again, stayed away. (Name)’s regalia didn’t approve of him. They thought he was nothing but trouble. In a way, they were right.

Even now, he was causing Hiyori and Yukine trouble.

How could he trouble the person he loved most? Yaboku could never risk hurting him again. Seeing him now though, his heart beat faster. Pink bloomed on his cheeks as he stared at the man that was once his.

He made a move to leave but (Name) held on, “Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to dream. I want you here. With me.”

Yaboku was saved by the god of misery when said those words. Those eternal words that would forever stay with him.

[yhwhsdaughter]

Werewolves

Pairings: Seijou x Female Reader

Word Count: 638

Warnings: gore, death, decapitation

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“Come on, it’ll be fun!” she said, pulling them towards the cemetery.

(Name) was the manager for Aoba Josai and she had been wanting to do a team activity forever.

Since Halloween was one of her favorite holidays, she decided to join a scavenger hunt with the boys. They had gathered most of the items, which were in town, except for one. Supposedly it was a silver sword, an antique worth more than they could afford, though (Name) said it was probably fake.

There was a full moon tonight which illuminated the tombs in an eerie manner.

Iwazumi was the most reluctant of the group, voicing his worry to (Name) who called him a chicken. “Even Tooru agreed!” Although he was clinging tightly to one of the first years.

The muscled senior sighed, “It’s not that. There had been several attacks in town, so I’m just saying that wandering into a cemetery at night is not the smartest idea.”

He received various nods of agreement; fog had started to creep around them, making it harder to see. If they were to look away, it was possible that they may get lost.

An object glinted a few meters behind them. Realizing that they’d found their last item, (Name) walked backwards, swinging her flashlight carelessly. She took the sword in her other hand. “Seriously. What’s the worst that could happen?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, something wet hit her shoulder. Looking up, the young woman realized she was face to face with a creature that towered over her. Everyone was rooted in their places, shocked to their core. The only thing that prompted them to move was (Name)’s shrill screamed that pierced the air.

They all ran like their life depended on it, which it did. “It’s a werewolf! It’s a werewolf!” they shouted, confirming their fears.

Being athletes, they all easily outran the only person who was not a player. The team had reached the entrance when their blood ran cold. Realization dawned on them. (Name) was not there.

No, (Name) had tripped with one of the tombstones, landing harshly on the ground. They only thing she could do before being dragged away to her death was grab the sword she’d dropped. Her screams echoed throughout the night, mixing with the sounds of shredding and tearing, creating a horrifying melody.

Iwazumi was about to run back for her when the grunts and pained sounds stopped. It was quiet. Too quiet. There was no further movement.

They all ran to town to alert authorities with heavy hearts, praying that (Name) had gotten away somehow.

Police investigated the cemetery but when they arrived, there was nothing there except blood and tattered pieces of (Name)’s clothing. The school and family mourned her death. There was no body to bury.

About a week later, Seijou players were shocked to see their manager appear in school as if she hadn’t been brutally attacked by a creature that shouldn’t exist.

Her return was deemed a miracle. She had no injury on her. Shortly after, the body and decapitated head of a missing teen was found. The weapon seemed to be a silver sword.

“How did you survive?”

Before (Name) could answer, she was called to the school track. They were having physical tests; the teachers and principals had exemped her from participating in case she was still shook from her traumatic experience but (Name) insisted she was perfectly fine.

In fact, she was in top shape, managing to outrun the fastest individuals. Her physical abilities: her reflexes, her strength, her speed all seemed different. Unlike (Name). She’d never been the most active.

The team found it hard to ignore that their precious manager would always disappear during full moons.

Someone returned from that cemetery incident, but it wasn’t their (Name).

[yhwhsdaughter]

Missing

Pairings: Hisoka Marrow x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 469

Warnings: stalking, toxic relationship, yandere behavior

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Hisoka missed his beloved (Name).

His body and mind ached for them. Every since he laid eyes on them at the Hunter’s Exam, he was instantly attracted to them.

They had potential, which aroused him. How would it feel to fight them? To submit them to his will. Just imaging them ending him was erotic.

(Name) was like a puzzle to the clown. Complex but interesting. He tried to court them via fighting. He made it harder to pass the exam because he’d always pop up at every task that (Name) was doing. He was like their shadow, present—following them closely. His eyes devouring (Name)’s frame. Hisoka licked his lips in hunger as he watched them shiver with fear.

It was painfully clear how much (Name) feared him.

Despite them being a powerful hunter, they always froze up when it came to him. Not because of lack of power—they were certainly strong enough to be on par with the clown. It was a mental strain for (Name).

They couldn’t breath or live peacefully, knowing that Hisoka was there, watching with those predatory eyes of his. It was destroying their sanity. (Name) was afraid of their own shadow. In their mind, they weren’t safe anymore.

A ray of hope, their salvation, their golden ticket finally appeared in the form of a fight or as Hisoka called it, a proposal.

It was relatively simple. If they won, Hisoka would leave them alone, no strings attached. However, if they lost then they would surrender themselves to him.

(Name) fought with all their might. In the end, they lost, overwhelmed by the monster that wanted to court yet kill them. As (Name) lay on the ground, body bloodied, they tried to crawl away from the approaching figure.

A foot to their back stopped them; (Name) coughed up blood, staining their lovely lips red, which only looked black in the night. Turning them over, Hisoka hovered over them, deciding if he should kill them and move onto another form of entertainment.

Experimentally, he pressed his lips to their. (Name) struggled, biting the red haired man, causing him to bleed. Hisoka smiled in delight, letting out a moan at the fierce look they gave him.

Per the agreement, (Name) stayed with Hisoka, becoming their partner. But every second, every minute, every hour, every day spent with Hisoka was torment. (Name) felt their sanity slipping, shattering into a million pieces.

When they began to enjoy his touch, they knew they had to escape before they lost themselves completely.

As Hisoka left for one of his adventures, he expected his little significant other to wait obediently for him. They were gone by the time he arrived.

They were missing.

He missed them.

But not for long, because he would find them, sooner or later.

[yhwhsdaughter]

Neighbors

Pairings: Atsumu Miya x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 637

Warnings: some violence

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(Name) was having a chat with their friend; they hadn’t seen each other in a few years and this was one of the times they could both meet.

It was all going well when suddenly, something hit the window, hard. Cracks danced on the glass, spreading from the impact zone. Both individuals were shocked, almost falling out of their chairs. “What the fu—”

(Name) rushed outside, thinking a bird must have crashed to their window. When they got there, they saw a volleyball near the bushes. They looked at their friend, who was making ‘what was it’ gestures, in confusion. (Name) picked up the ball to show it.

Pieces fell into place as a blond haired man jogged to them, smiling casually. He held his hands out, “Pass me the ball?”

(Name) stared at him incredulously. “Are you being serious?” When he didn’t react, they pointed to the mess his playing had caused. “You broke my window!”

He shrugged, “It was an accident.”

Perhaps this is what most infuriated (Name); he should’ve at least had the decency to apologize but he didn’t. Seeing that the man still had his hands outward, a smile tugged at (Name)’s lips as they launched the ball with incredible force towards the male, hitting him square in the stomach.

Atsumu kneeled over, the air knocked out of his body. That would leave a bruise. He only managed to see his neighbor angrily storm inside. How could someone their size throw with such strength?

Later, (Name) found out about Atsumu from another neighbor. Apparently he was a professional volleyball player who was barely home.

Ever since the incident, Atsumu tried to approach (Name) so he could pay for damages but they would rebuke him every time. The window had already been fixed so he guessed there was no point.

Their subsequent interaction occurred when (Name) came from grocery shopping. They were carrying the bag when a ball zoomed towards their direction, knocking the bags out of their arms. (Name) almost tumbled down as well.

Seeing yet another volleyball, they know who was responsible. Kneeling down to pick up their fallen groceries, (Name) was surprised to see a blur of orange run towards them. “Sorry! Are you okay??”

Hinata rubbed the back of his neck, “I asked Atsumu to set it to me and didn’t see you.” He bent down to help them. Despite Hinata being at fault, (Name) couldn’t bring themselves to be mad. He looked genuinely sorry and he had such puppy eyes.

“It’s fine. I thought it was that jerk Atsumu.”

Hinata tilted his head. He proceeded to tell (Name) how the setter wasn’t that bad. They snorted, “Yeah right. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Just then, the man in mention walked towards the duo. Atsumu observed (Name)’s annoyed face. Even though they wore that expression, there was some beauty in it. He was smitten.

When he noticed that (Name) had the ball in their hands and thrust it in his direction, the blond Miya cringed, thinking he was gonna be hit again. Noticing his reaction, (Name) placed it in their hands somewhat gently. “I apologize for throwing the ball at you last time. I guess it was unwarranted.” It wasn’t unwarranted but perhaps it was a harsh reaction.

Hinata watched the two with interest. “How did you put such force into one throw? Do you also play volleyball?”

Turns out Atsumu did end up getting a bruise. “No. I used to play dodgeball and I only hit you with 10% of my strength.” The male was impressed.

“Are you taken?”

(Name) looked surprised before responding, “Yeah for granted.” They stared at the two men who were a bit winded from playing in the sun for hours. “Stop standing there and come in. I’ll make you something.”

[yhwhsdaughter]

Baking

Pairings: Murasakibara Atsushi x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: none

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“Atsushi, stop eating the strawberries or we won’t have enough for the cake!”

So far the plan to bake something for the team was not going so well. They had agreed to host reunions at each member’s house. Today was Kuroko’s turn; everyone was to bring something with them since the blue haired male had put his house as the meeting place. (Name) had volunteered to bring in dessert along with Murasakibara since he wanted to be a chef. Problem was, he loved sweets too much.

They hadn’t even started; majority of the ingredients were on the table and the purple haired giant was already feasting on the strawberries which were the main ingredient since it was a STRAWBERRY cake.

Murasakibara pouted, “(Name)-cchin, you’re so mean.” He came behind them, putting his hands on the counter, effectively trapping them as he bent down and put his chin on their shoulder.

(Name) blushed as he kept on whining and trying to not-so discreetly reach for the bowl, only to have it slapped away as they continued cutting the fruit. “You’re acting like a baby. Here”

Turning around, they met him face to chest. Murasakibara backed up a bit and leaned down so (Name) could feed him. His tongue brushed against their index finger. He mumbled about wanting to taste something sweeter before closing in.

Flustered from his shameless words, they quickly turned causing the purple haired male to let out yet another whine.

“Oh! Where’s the flour?”

Spotting it above the cabinets, (Name) asked Atsushi since he was tall enough for reach. After he got it, he refused to hand it in. “Sushi, give me the flour.”

“No~”

He grinned as they jumped, trying to reach the bag but failed. “You’re so short (Nickname)-chan~” They huffed, “And you’re such a jerk!”

Murasakibara bent down slightly, puckering his lips, “Give me a kiss and I’ll give you the flour.”

Unfortunately for him, his hand and the bag were within reach so (Name) gave a final jump and pulled. This resulted in flour spilling all over them, completing covering them in it. Murasakibara had a shocked face as flour fell on his head. (Name) merely groaned.

“Next time we’ll bring a store bought cake.”

[yhwhsdaughter]

Domesticated

Pairings: YoonBum x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 231

Warnings: a bit of a co-dependent relationship

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YoonBum was living the life he always wanted.

(Name) was his salvation. Having met them in high school, people often thought they were too attractive to be with someone like him, but (Name) didn’t care, opting to date Bum.

To them, he was sweet and attentive. Bum had issues that he needed to work through but (Name) was patient and supportive, getting him professional help.

Their love life was blissful. YoonBum felt he’d died and gone to heaven, enjoying the paradise in which he never wanted to escape. When he had to enlist for the military, he was anxious. Millions of worries ran through his head. Was (Name) going to forget him or meet someone else, someone better? Would they finally realize he wasn’t worth it? That their classmates were right all this time?

The idea of losing the only person who loved him pained Bum. To his relief, (Name) was waiting for him. They’d secured a job and had saved money to buy a house where the two could live in peace.

YoonBum was quick to put a ring on their finger; he would belong to them and they would belong to him.

He smiled whilst cooking as (Name) helped clean and set up the table, humming as they did so.

It was the domestic life that YoonBum always wanted and he got to share that with someone he loved.