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[tsuki-web]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓂃 ִֶָ𐀔 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗌! 🏹🩰🦢

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ 𓍼ོ 𓍢ִ໋🀦 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖

𓇢𓆸 𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 𝜗𝜚

[vashyr]

୨۪୧  ִ  　トライガン 　⁝ 　𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 　𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦　 ֺ   ⑅ 　( ♡ )

— 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘝𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ִ  ۫  ˒

˚꒰♡꒱‧ First post, my requests are open to any requests sfw or nsfw <3

It was late, way too late for anyone to be awake, but your phone buzzed with a soft vibration that startled you out of your sleepy haze. You squinted at the screen, barely making out the time—3:23 AM—and the name that flashed across it.

₊ 　˚ Vash.　 𓂃　 ♥︎

Your heart did a little flip at the sight of his name. Even though you were miles apart, just seeing that he was calling gave you a little rush of warmth. It wasn’t unusual for him to call at odd hours—his job kept him on the move constantly, and he couldn’t always call when it was convenient for you. But you never minded. A call from Vash was always worth waking up for.

You swiped to answer and pressed the phone to your ear, your voice groggy but soft. “Vash…? Is everything okay?”

There was a beat of silence before you heard his voice, a little breathy and… pouty?

“Baaaabe,” he whined, drawing out the word like a child who didn’t get their way. “I miss you sooooo much.”

You could practically see him, that familiar mop of blonde hair and those big, puppy-dog eyes. The image alone made you smile, and you settled back against your pillows, snuggling into the warmth of your bed.

“I miss you too, Vash. Where are you right now?” Your voice was a little hushed, the kind of tone people use when talking in the middle of the night.

He let out a dramatic sigh on the other end. “Somewhere boring. There’s nothing to do here, and I can't stop thinking about you. I just—ugh, I need to hear your voice.”

His whine was adorable, laced with that clingy tone he only ever used when it was just the two of you. You knew Vash could be a bit of a goofball, always flirting and joking around, but when it came to moments like this—when it was just the two of you in your own little world—he was the softest, neediest man you’d ever known.

“Why don’t you tell me about your day?” you offered, your voice soothing. “That’ll help.”

Vash hummed in agreement, though you could hear the way he shuffled around on the other end, probably flopping down somewhere, just like he always did when he called. “Well, I had a run-in with some bandits, but it wasn’t anything serious. Took care of it without any fighting.” His tone was nonchalant, as if that was just a regular day in his life, which for him, it probably was.

“But then,” he continued, his voice dropping to a lower, more teasing pitch, “I kept thinking about how nice it’d be if you were here with me. We could’ve gone on a little adventure together. You’d have loved the sunset I saw earlier. It made me think of you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest. Vash always knew just what to say to make you feel special, even when you were far apart.

“I wish I could’ve been there,” you murmured, curling up tighter beneath your blankets. “It sounds beautiful.”

“It was, but not as beautiful as you,” he said quickly, the flirt in him resurfacing. You could hear the grin in his voice, and even though you rolled your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile too.

There was another pause before Vash spoke again, this time softer, more vulnerable. “I really do miss you, though. It’s hard being away from you for so long. I just… I wish I could hold you right now.”

Your heart ached at his confession, the distance between you feeling like a weight that pressed against your chest. Vash wasn’t always vocal about his deeper emotions, but when he did open up like this, it hit you hard. He was all bravado and charm most of the time, but underneath it all, he was just a man who craved closeness—who craved you.

“I wish you were here too,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I’d hold you so tight you wouldn’t be able to leave again.”

He let out a soft, contented hum at your words. “That sounds perfect.”

For a while, neither of you said anything, just the sound of each other breathing filling the space between words. It was the kind of comfortable silence that only comes when two people are truly at ease with each other, where just being present was enough.

“I bet you’re all cozy in bed right now, huh?” Vash finally said, his voice laced with a hint of jealousy. “I’m so jealous. I wanna be cozy with you.”

You giggled softly, imagining him pouting like a child who had been left out. “I am cozy, but there’s plenty of room for you here. You should come over.”

“I wish!” he groaned dramatically, but you could hear the affection in his voice. “I’d wrap my arms around you and never let go.”

“That sounds nice,” you murmured, your eyelids growing heavy as the comfort of his voice and the late hour began to lull you back to sleep.

Vash must’ve sensed it because his tone softened even further, like a warm blanket being pulled over you. “Get some sleep, okay? I’ll stay on the phone until you do.”

“But what about you? You need to sleep too.”

“I’ll sleep when I can. Right now, I just wanna listen to you.”

His words made your heart melt, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft, contented sigh. Vash was clingy, yes, but in the sweetest way possible. He didn’t just want your attention—he needed it, needed the comfort that only you could provide. And in moments like this, you were happy to give it to him.

“I love you, Vash,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

“I love you too, more than you know,” he replied softly. There was a brief pause before he added with a playful whine, “But I still miss youuu.”

With a sleepy smile, you let his words wash over you, your heart swelling with warmth. Even though he was miles away, it felt like he was right there beside you, his voice a gentle comfort that lulled you back into peaceful slumber.

And as your eyes fluttered shut, you heard him whisper one last thing, barely audible but full of love. “Sweet dreams, babe. I’ll be dreaming of you too.”

Just as you thought the call might end there, you heard Vash shift again, his voice thick with need. “You don’t understand how much I wish I could just feel you next to me. I… I’m really trying to behave, but I can’t help it.”

You felt your cheeks heat at the way he practically whined your name, the sound making your heart race. “Vash, what are you doing over there?” you asked, your voice teasing, but with an edge of curiosity.

“Nothing bad,” he replied, but the way he said it made you raise an eyebrow, your curiosity piquing. You could hear the soft, quick sound of his breaths, the rustling of clothes, and then a faint, wet noise that made your stomach flutter.

“Are you…?” Your voice trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

“Just keep talking,” he urged, his tone turning a little more desperate. “You don’t know what you do to me. I can’t stop thinking about you, and now… now it’s just so hard to hold back.”

You could hear another soft rustle, followed by a quiet, almost pained groan that sent heat coursing through your body. The faint wet sounds were unmistakable now, and you swallowed hard, feeling yourself grow needy for him too.

“Vash,” you scolded lightly, even as your heart raced. “You’re supposed to be behaving. I thought you said you would!”

“I am!” he insisted, though his voice was strained, like he was on the edge of losing control. “I just… I need you. I need you to talk to me, to tell me how much you love me. It’s driving me insane!”

You bit your lip, a mix of playful indignation and arousal swirling inside you. “You’re impossible. You’re making this so hard for me.”

He let out a needy groan that was unmistakably full of desire. “Please, don’t stop. I love it when you talk to me like that. It’s so… it makes me want you so badly.”

You could almost hear him shifting again, the soft squelch of movement against the fabric of his clothes creating a sound that only intensified the heat pooling low in your belly. “Vash, you need to calm down. I can’t believe you’re like this,” you said, your voice teasing but with a hint of breathlessness.

But instead of calming down, Vash’s voice grew deeper, thick with need as he continued to plead. “I can’t help it. Just hearing you, imagining you here with me… it’s too much. You don’t understand how much I crave you right now. I just want to feel you. I want to hold you close.”

Your heart raced at his words, a warmth flooding through you as the distance between you felt more palpable than ever. “You’re really something else, you know that?”

“Just for you,” he promised, voice husky and thick, sending shivers down your spine. “Just for you.”

You could hear the quickening of his breaths, the way he was losing himself in the sound

of your voice, and it made your own desire flare up, wrapping around you like a heady mist. You could feel the warmth pooling in your core, your body aching for the closeness you could only dream of.

“Vash,” you whispered again, but this time it was more of a breathy plea. “You need to stop.”

“I can’t!” he cried softly, desperation coating his words. “I want you too much. I’m sorry, but I just… need to hear you more. Just keep talking, and I’ll try to behave, I promise.”

“Try harder,” you teased, even though your own voice was strained, fighting against the heat that was building in you. “What if I told you how much I want you? How much I miss being with you?”

His groan was long and deep, the sound making your insides twist with need. “Oh, god. That’s not fair,” he moaned, the sound mixed with the wet, faint noises that echoed on the line, making it impossible for you to ignore the way your body was responding.

“Tell me what you want,” you urged, your voice dropping into a whisper. “Tell me how much you want me.”

Vash’s breath hitched, a choked sound escaping him as he struggled to get the words out. “I want to feel you, to have you wrapped around me. I want to kiss you until we’re both breathless… to hold you and never let you go.”

His voice cracked, the longing in it raw and palpable, and you could feel your heart race, every word igniting that need deep within you. “Vash,” you breathed, your voice thick with desire. “I want that too. So much.”

He let out another desperate groan, the sound sending jolts of heat through your body. “Please, don’t stop. I need you. I’m so close, and I can’t… I can’t hold back anymore.”

And in that moment, you realized just how much power you held over him, how much he needed you, even from so far away. And though the distance hurt, moments like this—where it was just the two of you, even if it was only over the phone—made it all worth it.

"Alright," you whispered, your tone softening as you settled back into the pillows. "I guess I'll stay on the line... just for you."

⸺ (⠀©⠀)⠀𝆬⠀ ○⠀vashyr⠀ .ㅤ ও

[junsite]

its winter 1993 and i fell in love somewhere in the middle of pittsburg.

투바투 최수빈 ༝ gn reader 1.3k college au angst? ༯ cw. alcohol usage, brief mention of physical intimacy, grief?, lmk.

yuyu note 𖡎 this is heavily inspired by the perks of being a wallflower. i hope you enjoy ୨ৎ (recommend listening to homesick by w2e while reading..)

it wasn’t new to you. another new year spent at a full house, every partygoer spilling liquor from their breath while you held your red solo cup. right now you were just trying to make your way through the crowd of sweaty girls looking for their partners, the disgustingly sticky floor, and the musty fragrance that infiltrated your nostrils.

soobin knew you hated parties like this but dragged you along anyway. why invite you when he was going to disappear within the first ten minutes? either way, it wasn’t like you could say no to him. you were his best friend after all, his partner in crime. you couldn’t just leave him unsupervised.

the moment you reached some sort of air circulation, you took a deep breath, plugging in your headphones, fidgeting with the black wire as you took small sips from your cup. your playlist shuffled from the smiths, to joy division, and a mixture of all things you loved.

a sudden tap on your shoulder brought you back down, turning around to see that same dimpled smile you love. his eyes sparkled, messy hair falling perfectly over his forehead. you felt a visible release of tension as you sighed.

“some other people over there are gonna start playing truth or dare,”

you could smell the light scent of liquor on his breath, “wanna go?”

you nodded slowly, grabbing onto his sleeve as you walked through the crowd again. truth or dare was always a timeless game that, even now, two years into college, it followed you. there was already a small clearing formed in the back corner of the lounge.

no matter how much you dreaded the game, you sat down beside soobin on the floor, now meeting some familiar faces. it was a simple game; stick a bottle in the middle, spin it, and whoever it landed on had to pick truth or dare. like always, the game consisted of secretive questions and more physical touch than needed. it wasn’t until the bottle landed on soobin that you truly started paying attention.

“oh uh, t-tr.. no! dare!” he stammered, looking over at jisung, anticipating the worst.

jisung gave you a knowing look, pretending to think intensely. honestly, the only person who couldn’t see your overwhelming crush on soobin was him himself. so what would anyone do to pursue this everlasting love?

“i dare you to.. kiss the prettiest girl here.” jisung smirked, giving you a knowing look.

the words echoed in your head, the world slowing down as you looked over to soobin. you could see the color rising in his cheeks, his eyes darting around nervously. the pushing from the others clearly getting to him. it was like all eyes were on you, expecting him to finally make that first move, then happily ever after. you held your breath, your heart pounding in your chest, hands clammy prepared for his touch. then he turned, his soft lips pressing a tender kiss onto jisu. choi jisu. the choi jisu that wasn’t you. you felt the room tilt, a sharp pain slicing through your chest as if someone had physically struck you.

the cheers died down, the room spinning around you. you forced a chuckle, a brittle sound that cracked at the edges as soobin turned back to you, his face a mask of embarrassment. your vision blurred, tears pricking at your waterline, threatening to fall. you tried to steady your breathing,, looking down at your own interlocked hands, nails digging into each other leaving a sting.

“oh, wow,” someone exclaimed, the voices around you muffled and distant. “that was.. uh.. unexpected.”

three more rounds. you just had to endure three more rounds. but the pain was too raw, too immediate. you couldn’t sit through it anymore. with a shaky breath, you slowly stood up, the room spinning slightly as you did. an uncoordinated speed walk toward the kitchen, the noise of the party fading into the background, despite the heavy bass vibrating the floor beneath you.

you had to lean against the counter to ground yourself, the cool surface calming that burning pit that dug deeper and deeper into your stomach. a few minutes passed, each second feeling like an eternity. the kitchen was a little quieter, the party's noise dulled by the walls, and the lack of people comforting your aching pain. you took a few deep breaths, trying to steady yourself, when you heard footsteps approaching. you didn’t need to open your eyes to know who it was.

“hey,” he mumbled as he walked closer, voice soft and laced with worry, “you okay?”

you forced a smile, opening your eyes to meet his worried gaze. “yeah, i’m fine,” you muttered, the lie tasting bitter on your tongue. you could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the care. it made your heart ache even more.

“why’d you run out like that? the bottle landed on your spot before you left,” he gave you a small smile, likely to try to brighten the mood.

you shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. “i’m.. i'm fine. really.” the words felt hollow. “can we just.. can we just go home?”

“yeah.. uh.. yeah, let’s just get out of here.”

the walk back to his car was silent, the cold night air a stark contrast to the mix of heat you had inside. you focused on the crunch of gravel beneath your feet, anything to keep your mind from replaying the scene over and over, the daggering stares that would especially keep you up at night.

you leaned back against the seat, closing your eyes. the quiet hum of the engine as soobin started the car was oddly comforting, the radio buzzing static; he still hadn’t fixed it. the silence between you was heavy but familiar, a shared understanding that words weren’t necessary right now. the street lights flickered past, casting fleeting shadows across soobin’s face. you stole a glance at him, or maybe two, or maybe it was blatant staring at the one you refused to acknowledge belonged to another.

you both sat in the car for a moment longer, the silence wrapping around you like a fragile cocoon as he parked in front of your dorm building. finally, you took a deep breath and opened the door. “goodnight, soobin.”

“goodnight,” he echoed, watching as you stepped out. you gave him a small wave before heading inside, the cool night air a balm to your burning eyes.

you unlocked your door and stepped inside, the quiet of your dorm deafening. leaning against the closed door, you let out a long, shuddering breath. as you slid down to the floor, knees pulled to your chest, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. was it really fair to feel this hurt? he hadn’t done anything wrong. but the more you tried to rationalize it, the more the pain seemed to deepen, settling into every corner of your heart.

now, sitting alone in your dorm, the weight of those years pressed down on you. it wasn’t just a crush. it was a love that had been nurtured and grown over a decade. seeing him kiss her wasn’t just a momentary sting; it was the shattering of a thousand unspoken dreams and hopes. you buried your face in your hands, willing the tears to stay at bay. maybe you were overreacting. maybe it wasn’t fair to feel this way. but love wasn’t fair. it was messy and complicated, and it didn’t care about logic or reason. the tears came anyway, silent and relentless. you allowed yourself to cry, to mourn the love that had never had a chance to bloom. you cried for the missed opportunities, the words left unsaid, and the heart that had been laid bare tonight.

han jisung chem

hey im sorry abt tonight i had no clue he would do that look if you need anyone to talk to im here sorry again

read 2:37am

end note 𖡎 english isn't my first language & angst isn't my strong suite so this was really hard to write LOL. please do reblog if you enjoyed tho :p i might make a part 2..........

[jangmiu]

since the sy is ending, i'm planning to create a smau again but i'll finish it this time T.T (it'll be a jungwon smau again)

[woneuntonzz]

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛 .ᐟ

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(please read the manifesto before you request !!)

[chuchurio]

The stream whispers, soft and mellow, That you've passed by before, tales of your fate from so long ago, reach in and take a peek, listen to the melody you've left behind.

 Intro.

₊˚.⋆ 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒊 - 𝒔𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒆𝒓 - 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚  ₊˚.⋆

₊˚.⋆ 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 -> 𝑾𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔

₊˚.⋆ 𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎, 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒃𝒊𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

Guidance.

₊˚.⋆ | 𝑨𝒐3 | ₊˚.⋆

₊˚.⋆ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 !

Closest Melody.

   𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ - Perfectly fine

   𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ - /////

 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 ⋆｡♪  𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 ⋆｡♪ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 ⋆｡♪ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝

© Chuchurio — Please do not steal, copy, or repost my work on any platform.

 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 ⋆｡♪ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 ⋆｡♪ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 ⋆｡♪ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝

[cloakedtruths]

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ tag dump ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

[sukinapan]

水果‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

silly collage thing inspired by my friend's dubious aliexpress stickers

[nanakorobiyaokii]

♡‧ ₊˚ , 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) SAKURA w/ foods (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) ♡‧ ₊˚ , 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

[bluesidez]

Can’t get Firefighter Miguel out of my head because of the Miggy discord.

content warning: nothing but fluff...for now 😗

word count: 1.3k, not proofread

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Imagine you’re trying to get into baking or something and you’re not used to your oven AT ALL.

Cherry pies? Ruined.

Apple fritters? Apple crisps.

Chocolate chip cookies? Charcoal chip cookies.

Brownies? More like burnt brownie brittle.

Your process would be going so well until it was time to actually put your dessert in the oven and it was like your oven plotted against you.

You set the right temperatures. You pre-heated. You even placed things in the right part of the oven. How is it that everything goes wrong?

The only desserts that saw the light of day were the no-bake ones. You’re not sure how much more no-bake cheesecake you could take anymore.

The day that really sets it off is the day that you attempted to make a simple vanilla birthday cake. Your friend’s birthday was coming soon and you wanted to gift her one of those cute bento cakes.

Your icing is finished and delicious. You’ve been practicing the decorations all week and they were pretty cute! The cake just a few more minutes left to bake, then you could take it out to chill.

As you’re piping a bag of baby pink icing, you look up to see that the room is a little foggy. You turn in a panic and notice puffs creeping from the oven.

“No, no, no!!!” you cry as you turn to open it.

You can’t do anything but cough as a ton of smoke hits you in the face.

Your cake on fire. Orange and yellow light illuminating the oven.

You panic as the fire seems to grow brighter once it hits the air.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!”

Where was your fire extinguisher? You tried fanning at fire with a towel, but to no avail. You couldn’t even get to the knobs to switch the oven off.

You step back, terrified. You felt like sobbing watching the flames take over. Why aren’t the sprinklers on?

By the time you run out of your house, the fire alarm decides it can sing its tune. You call 911 with a shaky voice, hoping they can get here faster than your alarm decided to make itself known.

You stand outside peeking through your eyes as you could see the flames grow near your kitchen window.

Thankfully the firetruck makes it in time, the firefighters working quick to get inside.

One of them asks is anyone else inside and you shake your head no, thankful that it was just you.

It doesn’t take long for them to put it out and come back outside.

“Are you ok?,” one of them comes to ask you. You look up to this tall, dark, and handsome man. He’s sweating a bit obviously from the summer heat and the fire as he takes his helmet off. His hair is curly and dripping. You ogle him a bit, watching his chest move up and down.

“Do we need to call you an ambulance?” he says, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“Oh! No! So sorry, I’m still a little…winded from everything,” you say, embarrassed.

“Ok, well as long as you’re fine. Do you mind telling me what you were doing?” he asks.

You cast your eyes down. Here was such a fine man standing before you and you had on pajamas and a frilly maid apron with flour splattered on top.

“I was trying to make a birthday cake. As we can see, it completely failed,” you reply. “I don’t know what happened. I followed every instruction. The oven was set at 350 degrees.”

He tilted his head at you as you whined away.

“Is this the first time that something like this has happen?”

You shake your head no, “This is the 3rd burnt dessert in a week.”

“Hm. Well I’ll have the crew here check it out.”

An hour and some change later, one of the firefighters tells you and the tall glass of water, who learn is a captain named Miguel, that you have a damaged gas line.

“You’re really lucky that you were only getting blackened sugar. One more cake and that could have been the end,” Miguel says to you with hand on his hip and another on your shoulder. “And also, never open the oven if there’s a fire. If this happens again, turn the oven off and wait until it dies down.”

You felt your head nodding, heart beating at how awkward everything felt.

Miguel looked down at you again, “Do you have anywhere you can stay over night? Or until I can get someone up here to get this gas fixed?”

“My grandma lives a couple of streets down,” you say, cheeks heated at his intense eye contact.

“Tell you what, how about you settle there for the night and I’ll come back personally to help you grab your belongings tomorrow morning?”

“That would be amazing! Thank you so much. I’m sorry for all of this,” you gesture to your house.

“It happens. Nothing you did here was your fault. Besides, I’m the captain. Fighting fires is what I do. Now, how about a ride in the truck to your grandma’s?”

You feel giddy when he practically pulls you in the truck. No seats are left so you have to settle for sitting on Miguel’s lap, heartbeat racing.

The other firefighters try to hide their smirks and snickers watching their captain hold you so softly in his arms. One big bump in the road has you clinging to him to not fall off.

You straighten back up, embarrassed by the little slip. Miguel chuckles at your actions.

You pretend not to hear their wolf whistles as he guides you to your grandma’s front door.

Miguel knocks firmly, waiting with you until she opens it.

She’s about to fuss at you for not stopping by sooner until she looks up at Miguel.

“And who is this?” she says, a bit shocked.

“My name is Captain O’Hara. I just wanted to drop your grandbaby off. Had a little baking accident.”

Your grandma listens to Miguel as he explains the situation calmly and professionally. It doesn’t stop her from fussing over you, grabbing and turning you to check for any damage.

“I’m ok grandma. I just have to stay here while my gas gets fixed.”

She thanks Miguel profusely, “Son, what’s your favorite food? I’ll have it made and sent down there for you.”

Miguel laughs heartily. You’re about to tell him he doesn’t have to answer that until he beats you to it.

“Whatever your specialty is, I’ll take it,” he says with a sweet smile on his face and holding your grandma’s hands.

“Cap! We gotta another fire at the college dorms. Someone burnt noodles in the microwave again,” a firefighter yells from truck.

“Well if you all can excuse me, duty calls!” he says and runs back to the truck.

“I can’t believe you burnt a cake! Haven’t I taught you better? And you know you’re making him that food, right?” your grandma says as you step inside.

“Grandma,” you say, affronted. “It was the oven, not me! And he might not want to even eat what I make after this.”

“Hmph,” she says, with a click of her tongue. “Well, you better get ready to use this kitchen here. You need that man as a husband.”

“Grandma.”

“I have some ham hocks in the freezer, some turnip and mustard greens. I think the church sent me some potatoes. We need to go to the store too. You gotta get him through his stomach.”

“Grandma!”

There was a silence as you and your grandma stared at each other.

“So are you thinking pork chops or catfish to go with the side dishes?” she said, grabbing a pencil and an empty envelope.

You just groaned and crumpled in your chair.

divider by: @benkeibear ❤️‍🔥

the grandma convo is heavily inspired by my own grandma lol. tagging @miguelhugger2099 @kit-and-wolfe @huniedeux @ugh-ok-fiyn because I want y’all to see this 😗

[nicodefresas]

— Simple symbols!!

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·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ εϊз 𓐐𓎩 ・₊﹆ɞ

⍣ ೋ 𖦹 ◛⑅·˚ ༘ - ', ꒱ ↷

ꕀ ᥀ ❀✦⠀⠀♬⠀⠀♪⠀⠀꠹ᭂ

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[mwdesiign]

tram trips and banana bread ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

[vashyr]

୨۪୧  ִ  　トライガン 　⁝ 　𝘥𝘰𝘨 　𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦　 ֺ   ⑅ 　( ♡ )

— 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘯: 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 ִ  ۫  ˒

˚꒰♡꒱‧ I gasped out loud when I saw this request, you are so smart <3

When you first bring Wolfwood home, Vash’s reaction isn’t what you expect. Usually, he’s thrilled at the prospect of meeting new people or bringing a guest into his space, but today, his excitement fades into a quiet sadness. His golden retriever ears droop, and his tail—usually a blur of wagging joy—is still.

He lingers in the doorway, eyes wide with uncertainty, watching as you help Wolfwood settle in. You notice how Vash's gaze flickers, how his shoulders slump as he takes in the sleek, graceful figure of Wolfwood, a dark-furred hybrid with piercing eyes and an air of mystery that’s so unlike Vash’s open, bright nature.

“Vash?” you call, patting your lap, hoping to coax him over with a comforting smile. For a moment, he hesitates, glancing between you and Wolfwood. The black cat hybrid is already sprawled across the couch, his gaze cool and assessing as he sizes up his new surroundings.

Vash watches this quietly, his usual liveliness replaced by a pensive, almost hurt expression. His tail twitches just once before falling still again.

He pads over, finally, but it’s slow, each step hesitant. When he reaches you, he lowers his head, his golden ears flattened against his head, and he gazes up at you with those big, puppy eyes that are now filled with something achingly sad. He doesn’t sit up or press his head against your hand as he normally would; instead, he just stares, shoulders slumped, looking almost heartbreakingly vulnerable.

“Are you replacing me... mama?” His voice is a soft, unsure murmur, and you feel your heart clench. You’ve never seen him like this—Vash, who’s usually full of boundless energy, his love so wide and open it fills every corner of the room. Now, though, his warmth is gone, replaced by this quiet fear.

He’s never really had to share your attention with anyone before, and now, with Wolfwood here, it’s as if he’s questioning his entire place in your life.

“No puppy,” you say, pulling him close and cradling his face in your hands. “You’re still my best boy.” You give him a soft scratch behind the ears, and he leans into your touch, letting out a shaky sigh. He presses his cheek against your hand, his tail finally giving a tiny, hopeful wag.

Wolfwood, lounging nearby, watches the two of you with a slightly raised eyebrow. “You know, I’m not here to steal your spot or anything,” he drawls, crossing his arms as his dark eyes narrow on Vash. “I don’t need the clingy treatment, thanks.”

Vash's ears perk up at that, but his eyes are still wary as he sizes up the new hybrid. He’s not entirely convinced—after all, he’s seen Wolfwood’s relaxed sprawl on the couch, the way he confidently takes up space like he belongs here. It’s like Wolfwood has an effortless charm Vash isn’t sure he can compete with.

But when you tug him closer, giving him a reassuring pat, Vash’s gaze softens, and he slowly lets his head rest on your shoulder, a little huff of relief escaping him.

“Promise?” he whispers, his voice tinged with just the smallest hint of a whine.

You smile and press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Promise,” you say, and Vash finally melts, the tension in his shoulders easing as he lets out a deep, contented sigh. His tail thumps against the floor, finally showing the happiness that’s come back to his heart. Wolfwood watches the two of you, rolling his eyes a bit, but there’s a flicker of understanding in his gaze as he turns his attention back to his own space.

Wolfwood might be a little gruff, but Vash has no idea how deeply he’s loved. He doesn’t need to worry about being replaced because no one could ever take his spot in your heart. He’s still your sunshine, your loyal companion who’s always there with a wagging tail and boundless love. As he snuggles closer, his cheek pressed to yours, you know he’s finally reassured that he’ll always be first in line for your affection.

As the days go on, the subtle rivalry between Vash and Wolfwood grows more obvious, though in different ways. Vash, ever the loyal golden retriever hybrid, finds himself constantly hovering near you, his boundless energy amplified by the new competition for your attention.

Whenever you walk into a room, he’s instantly by your side, tail wagging with a bit more enthusiasm than usual, a gleam of determination in his eyes. Every little opportunity to cuddle, every time you reach to pet him, he soaks it all up, nuzzling into your touch as if to remind you he’s right here—he’s always been here.

Meanwhile, Wolfwood, with his sleek, dark coat and lazy, feline grace, seems unbothered on the surface, lounging in corners or sprawling across the furniture with a casual elegance. But even with his laid-back demeanor, there’s an unmistakable air of competition in his eyes. He doesn’t dart to your side the way Vash does, but he positions himself just close enough to remind you he’s around, always watching, waiting for those quiet moments when Vash isn’t glued to your side.

The rivalry flares in the smallest, most amusing ways. Vash brings you his favorite toy—a slightly chewed-up tennis ball—with a proud grin, nudging it toward you and then eagerly watching, waiting for you to toss it. “Look what I found!” he barks happily, his tail wagging furiously as he hopes you’ll indulge him in a game of fetch.

But just as you reach for the ball, Wolfwood, draped lazily on the arm of the couch, clears his throat. His gaze is cool, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he extends a paw lazily in front of him, stretching with a dramatic yawn. He blinks at you slowly, his dark, piercing eyes drawing you in almost like a silent command. You feel compelled to reach out to him, your fingers automatically moving to scratch behind his ears. Wolfwood purrs, satisfied, his eyes narrowing slightly as he side-eyes Vash, who’s clearly pouting.

Vash’s ears droop as he watches you fawn over the cat hybrid, his heart sinking just a little. But he’s not one to give up that easily. With a determined bark, he trots over and nuzzles his head against your other hand, his eyes bright and pleading, hoping to capture your attention back from Wolfwood’s calm, magnetic pull.

“I can purr too,” Vash says, though it’s more of a low rumble that’s nowhere near as smooth as Wolfwood’s purr, but he tries, blue eyes fixed on you with an eager hope.

Wolfwood gives an unimpressed huff, leaning closer to you with that effortless grace only a cat hybrid could pull off. He doesn’t say anything, but his smug glance at Vash says it all: Beat that. His head rests against your shoulder, his eyes slowly closing in that contented way, and the low, rich sound of his purr fills the air. It’s deep, almost like a soothing vibration, and he knows it’s working when you start stroking his hair absently, completely drawn into his quiet, mesmerizing presence.

But Vash, being Vash, decides to take a more straightforward approach. He leans into you, crowding Wolfwood’s space, his tail thumping against the floor as he nudges his nose against your cheek, his expression bright and affectionate. “I love you so much,” he murmurs softly, pressing little puppy kisses to your temple, hoping to melt you with his warmth.

Wolfwood’s eyes snap open, an irritated flick of his tail brushing against Vash’s leg. He scoffs under his breath, leaning his head back and giving Vash a faintly annoyed look. “She doesn’t need a slobbery pup slobbering all over her, you know,” he mutters, clearly unimpressed by Vash’s overt display. But he leans a little closer to you anyway, just so Vash can’t edge him out entirely.

In response, Vash puffs up, his brows knitting together as he gives Wolfwood a challenging look. “I’m not slobbering! She likes it, right?” he says, leaning his head closer to you, his puppy eyes shining with an almost pleading look as if hoping you’ll take his side.

You try to soothe them both, giving Vash a gentle scratch behind the ears before reaching over to smooth your hand over Wolfwood’s sleek, dark hair. “There's enough room for the both of you,” you say with an amused laugh, but it only spurs them on.

Wolfwood, finally done with the silent battle, leans against you more insistently, his arms folding over his chest as he fixes Vash with a smug, victorious smirk. “Room, maybe,” he purrs, “but not enough attention for the both of us.” His tail flicks against your leg, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his purring increasing in volume as he watches Vash with a look of superiority.

Vash’s face falls a bit, but he tries not to show it. He edges closer, leaning his head against your other shoulder, his eyes looking up at you as if to say, Please don’t forget about me. You feel his warm breath against your cheek, and he gives you a hopeful smile, his tail giving a small, tentative wag. “You know I’m the good boy here,” he mumbles, nuzzling against your cheek with a puppy-like gentleness.

Your heart twists as you look between the two, sensing Vash’s quiet worry and Wolfwood’s hidden jealousy. Giving them each a soft pat, you press a reassuring kiss to Vash’s cheek, which instantly makes him beam with joy, his tail wagging harder now that he has your undivided attention. And to Wolfwood, you give a soft scratch under his chin, which makes him sigh in satisfaction, his eyes slowly closing as he leans further into your touch.

“See?” you say softly, smiling at them both. “I’ve got plenty of attention for each of you. You don’t have to fight over me.”

For a moment, the two hybrids seem to accept your words. Wolfwood settles down with a contented hum, his eyes closing as he resumes his leisurely purring. And Vash, reassured by your touch, gives a happy sigh, snuggling closer to your side, his earlier worry finally ebbing away.

Maybe they’ll never fully get along, but in moments like this, you can at least manage a truce, their silent rivalry fading into a soft, cozy warmth as they both relax against you.

⸺ (⠀©⠀)⠀𝆬⠀ ○⠀vashyr⠀ .ㅤ ও

[callmeagardengnome]

𐂐 table for two ‎𐂐 | LEE DONG-HYUCK

pairings ᝃᝓ server!haechan x hostess! fem!reader

genre ᝃᝓ restaurant au, romance, SLOWW BURNN lowkey angst but honestly its not that deep.

synopsis ᝃᝓ you joined the F&B industry for one reason only: paying off your college debts. romance and friends? not on your list. but unfortunately for you, the new cute annoying server at your restaurant has other plans.

w.c ᝃᝓ 5.8k

c.w ᝃᝓ hella smoking scenes in this story (its literally nct), an old ass guy harassing you. no smut but there is a detailed kissing scene sooo read at your own discretion.

author’s note: make sure to like and repost!

not proofread!

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working as a hostess was never a part of your plan as a new college graduate. the endless shifts, the line of karens walking through the door, having to smile and do small talk with ‘guests’, everything about the job didn’t scream you. but with your student loans dangling above your head - you had no other choice.

the restaurant you worked at, 127 Bistro & Lounge, was a cozy establishment. the warm, rustic decor made it a popular spot for dates and family dinners.

your role as the hostess was simple - greet the customer, manage reservations and ensure that the dining area was running smoothly. it was a routine you were used to, even enjoying it at times.

but that was until haechan started working there.

he was a new server - cocky, annoying, and way too good looking to be working at restaurant.

from day one, haechan made it a mission to get under your skin. whether that meant teasing you when he passed by the hostess stand or flashing you an irritatingly charming smile whenever you caught him looking your way, he just seemed to enjoy pushing your buttons.

and today was no different. as the evening rush died down, you found yourself at the hostess stand, looking through the reservations for the next day. you didn’t notice haechan approaching you until he leaned over the stand, casting a shadow on your computer.

“you know..” haechan began, a smirk forming on his face. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile before.”

without looking up from your list, you replied, “i do smile, just not around you.”

“ouch,” he chuckled, a sound that’s becoming too familiar for your liking. “i’ll take it as a challenge.”

you finally looked up, meeting his eyes with a glare. his eyes were always sparkling with excitement, which was quite impressive since the both of you worked in the same industry.

haechan walked away with a wink and grin, finally leaving you alone. still, you couldn’t help but wonder why he kept bothering you so much.

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

from the moment haechan started his server journey at 127 Bistro & Lounge, he found endless sources of entertainment. from the TV in the corner to talking to customers and the other servers, he managed to find things that made his shifts easier to get through. yet, nothing compared to annoying you.

you were the definition of professional - always composed, always reserved and most importantly, always resistant to his advances. this made it 100 times more fun for him to go up you.

“‘____’,” he sang out as he walked over to you, a wide grin playing on his lips. without waiting for a response, he leaned against the counter, invading your space like he’s done countless of times before.

“why do you always give mark the girl diners,” haechan sulked, looking at you with fake, sad eyes. “do you want me all to yourself?”

you sighed, keeping your eyes on the screen of your computer. “maybe it’s because mark actually focuses on his job instead of flirting with everyone around him.”

“well that’s not fun,” he said, drawing out the last part of his sentence. he moved closer to you, just enough for you to smell his cologne - the scent warm and annoyingly enticing.

“why are you making my love life difficult?” he whispered, dropping his voice down an octave as if he was sharing a secret.

you scoffed, looking up from the computer. “your nonexistent ‘love life’ is the last thing i’m interested in.”

his grin only widened, not taking your words seriously. “i don’t know.. are you sure you’re not keeping me single?”

“or maybe,” you shot back, stepping behind to create distance between the two of you. “you're single because this is the way you approach women.”

haechan chuckled, not breaking eye contact with you. “it doesn't hurt to have a little fun.”

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “your definition of ‘fun’ is coming over and talking to me every five minutes?”

“you keep track?” he tilted his head.

“very funny,” you rolled your eyes before moving your attention back to the computer screen. “if you spent as much time working as you do hanging out at my stand, you might get somewhere.”

haechan shrugged, unfazed by your comments. “why would i do that? watching you try to ignore me is the highlight of my shift.”

you gave him an unimpressed stare as he continued, “you’d miss me if i didn’t.”

the corners of your mouth betrayed you, showing the tiniest hint of a smile - and that was all he needed to keep pushing your buttons.

just as you were about to speak up, a group of diners entered the restaurant, forcing you to return to your job. with a sigh, you greeted and guided them to an empty table at the side. haechan lingered around you for a moment, watching you work before finally moving on to his own tasks - but not without throwing you a wink your way as he walked off.

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

days turned into weeks and haechan soon became a regular part of your routine. you grew used to his teasing and cocky attitude. you wouldn’t call him a friend, but you couldn’t deny that he made your shifts more bearable. surprisingly, he had a talent of making his conversations more interesting than annoying.

and as much as you hated to admit it, he was getting good at it.

most of the time, he kept things light and somewhat professional. you indulged in his conversations just enough to keep you sane in the tiring job. after all, you were only here to work, earn money and get out. you had no plans to form an attachment to anyone - especially at your workplace.

and you could tell haechan had a similar mindset. even though he was constantly talking to people, whether it was you, other servers or customers, you noticed how he was always the first to leave the restaurant at the end of a shift, not waiting for anyone. it was like he switched off the moment his work was done, leaving his playful personality behind.

while it did make you wonder if the version of haechan you just saw was fake, you weren’t interested in finding out. you already had enough on your plate - trying to figure out haechan’s brain was not something you wanted to add to it.

however, something changed one night.

the restaurant had been a lot busier than usual and you were completely drained. all you wanted was a few minutes of peace before heading home to collapse on your bed.

you slipped out the back door, taking in the cool air. you sat cross-legged on the pavement, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. the first puff calmed you down as you watched the smoke swirl into the night sky.

haechan was exhausted too, stuffing his apron into his bag, eager to go home. he decided to go out the back door this time, not wanting to run into any other coworkers.

but as he opened the door, he saw you - slumped against the brick walls, a cigarette held loosely between your fingers. half of your hair was out of its ponytail and your shirt was completely untucked, the harsh glow of the street light bringing attention to the darkness under your eyes.

haechan froze for a moment. he had never seen you like this - vulnerable and out of your professional appearance you wore. there was something almost.. intimate about the scene, and for the first time, he felt guilty for all the times he annoyed you.

when you finally noticed him, you looked up with tired eyes. “do you need something?” you asked, coughing slightly to clear your throat.

he hesitated, unsure of what to say. “no- i was just about to leave..” he replied, feeling like he was intruding on something he wasn’t meant to see.

you nodded, looking down at the stone pavement as you took another puff. haechan found himself staying around longer than he expected, as if he was in a trance that he couldn’t get out of.

“uh-“ you broke the silence, looking at him confused. “you want one?” you took out a pack of cigarettes, waving it at him.

haechan’s body moved automatically. he put his bag down and sat next to you, accepting the cigarette. you lighted it for him and the both of you began to smoke in a comfortable silence.

for a while, the only sounds you could hear were the crackling tobacco and the faint chatter coming from the restaurant by loitering coworkers. it was strange being this close to each other - just you and him, without any teasing or bantering.

“you know, i really like this brand,” you said, twirling the cigarette in your fingers. “it tastes less cancer-y than the rest.”

haechan chuckled softly, leaning back against the wall. “what kind of description is that?”

you shrugged, bringing the cigarette to your lips. “hey, when you’ve lived as long as i have, you’ll start to see a difference.”

“what?” he raised an eyebrow, turning his body to you. “aren’t we the same age?”

“we are?” your eyes widened, genuinely surprised by what he just said. “i just assumed we weren’t because of that personality of yours.”

haechan clutched his chest with his hand, pretending to he offended. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

you blew out a stream of smoke, shaking your head. “with how happy you are, it’s kind of hard to believe we’re dealing with the same adult problems.”

“sure,” his smirk turned into something softer, even thoughtful if you were going that far.

“…you talk a lot more outside of work,” he said after a few minutes.

“and you talk a lot less outside of work,” you flicked the ash from the tip of your cigarette, watching it fall to the ground.

haechan studied you, scanning your figure up and down. “i like it. you’re more relaxed- and kind of friendly.”

“kind of?” you repeated his words, turning to him with a raised eyebrow. “let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

he shrugged, “i’ll take what i can get.”

you shook your head, putting out your cigarette as pushed yourself off the ground. surprisingly, you felt a lot better than you did earlier, the heavy feeling in your eyelids slowly fading away.

haechan stood up with you, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “…same time tomorrow-?”

“-don’t push it.”

he laughed, and you couldn’t help but notice how it didn’t annoy you as much as it used to. “worth a shot.”

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

“dude- are you okay?” mark asked, waving his hand in front of haechan as they stood by the drink station.

haechan blinked, remembering where he was, not realising that he’s been wiping the same spot for the past five minutes.

ever since that night, something shifted. haechan started to see you.. differently. it wasn’t about annoying you anymore - there was something else, something that he couldn’t put his finger on.

“i’m fine…” haechan replied, not sounding convincing at all, even to himself.

mark raised an eyebrow but didn’t push. “alright, if you say so. but you’ve been out of it the whole day.”

haechan brushed the comment off, moving his attention to the new table he had. he approached a table of girl diners, feeling less enthusiastic than he normally did.

“hey, can we get some recommendations?” one of the girls asked, batting her eyelashes as she flashed him a cheeky smile.

normally, he’d take the opportunity to flirt with them, maybe even ask for one of their phone numbers if he was interested. yet, he smiled politely instead and listed off a few popular dishes that he knew.

“thanks,” another girl added with a wink. “you’re really cute by the way.”

haechan nodded, giving a quick smile. “appreciate it,” before moving on to take their orders.

as he walked away, he realised that he didn’t really register the things they said, looking down at the scribbles on his notepad.

“not flirting today?” mark questioned, looking his friend’s quiet state.

“just focused on work,” haechan replied, his eyes drifting back to you at the hostess stand. you were busy with your tasks like always, and he wondered if you had noticed the change in his behaviour at all.

throughout the rest of his shift, haechan’s mind kept returning to that night, to the way you looked so different yet more real than ever. he didn’t want to admit it, but there was something attractive about that.

he found himself glancing at you more than usual, noticing how your hair fell slightly out of place or the way your fingers tapped on the stand rhythmically when you were talking to a customer - there was a something to you, a soft beauty that was easy to overlook if you weren’t paying attention.

but haechan was paying attention now, more than he ever did before.

he doesn’t remember the last time he packed his bag this quickly, but he dashed out of the restaurant, trying to leave all thoughts of the restaurant behind - only to be replaced by an image of you.

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

of course, you noticed a change.

haechan’s visits to your hostess stand became less frequent, and his teasing comments were nonexistent.

at first, you didn’t think much if it - maybe he was finally focusing on his job, something you’ve been asking him to do for way longer than you should have. but as the days passed, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was.. off.

you’d catch him glancing in your direction every now and then, but when your eyes met, he’d quickly turn away and wipe a random counter nearby. it was strange to see him so distant. you thought about bringing it up to him, but every time you tried, something else required your attention.

the restaurant was busier than ever, especially during the holiday season - barely leaving you with moments to catch a breath, let alone talk to haechan.

a few days later, you were at the hostess stand, answering the phone and jotting down details into the computer when a man approached the stand.

he was older, probably in his sixties, and dressed in a suit that was a little too expensive for a place like your restaurant. you didn’t think much of it, greeting him with your usual, professional work voice.

“good evening, welcome to 127 Bistro & Lounge. how can i help you?”

the man’s eyes raked over you in a way that made your skin crawl. he then leaned in, his voice low and gruff. “i was hoping that you could help me with something other than a table,” he said, his breath reeking with alcohol.

you straightened your posture. “i’m afraid i can only help you with seating arrangements, sir. if you’ll follow me, i’ll show you to a table.”

instead of moving away, the man reached out and grabbed your wrist harshly, pulling you closer to him. “come on, sweetheart, let’s skip the formalities.. why not you show me something else?”

you could hear your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to snatch your wrist away, only for his grip to tighten further. but before you could react, you heard a familiar voice.

“is there a problem here?”

haechan stepped up beside you, glaring at the man that made him stumble on his words.

“it’s none of your business, kid,” the man slurred, using his other hand to push haechan back. “we- we’re about to have some f- fun,” he hiccuped.

haechan stood in front of you, his hands shielding you from the old man. “i suggest you leave before the police come.”

the man snorted, not believing haechan’s words for a second. he tried to drag you towards him, before haechan grabbed his arm and threw it to the side, stopping him in his tracks. you stumbled back slightly, but haechan was ready to catch you, his hand placed securely on your back.

“i’m calling the cops,” haechan said, pulling out his phone. the man finally realised the situation he was in, muttering something under his breath as he tripped out of the restaurant.

as soon as he was gone, haechan turned to you, scanning your face for any injuries. “are you okay?”

you nodded, your heart still racing from what just happened. “i think so.. thanks for that.”

he gave you a small, reassuring smile. “don’t mention it.”

for a moment, the two of you stood in silence. you just realised that this was the first proper conversation with haechan you had in days, and it wasn’t about something light like how you were used to.

“are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again, concern written all over his face.

“i’m sure,” you answered, trying your best to sound confident. “thank you, really.”

he nodded, but his eyes still lingered on you, wanting to make sure you weren’t hurt. “if you need anything.. you know where to find me.”

you raised an eyebrow, surprised by his offer. “same goes for you.”

haechan’s smile came back, patting you gently on the shoulder before turning away. but as he was went, something made you call out after him.

“smoke later?” the words came out of your mouth more like a statement than a question.

haechan paused, turning back to you, his iconic smirk returning, “i thought you’d never ask.”

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

“are you okay?”

haechan looked up from his cigarette, blinking in surprise as he heard your question. “where is this coming from..?”

“come on,” you snorted. “you haven’t been yourself lately.. is something going on at home?”

he shook his head, taking a deep puff from the cigarette, exhaling it as if it would carry away all of his thoughts. “just trying to focus on work,” he replied, answering you like how he did with his other coworkers.

“i’m not stupid,” you scoffed, shifting closer to haechan. “i can tell when something’s wrong. you’ve barely annoyed me all week, which is a new record for you.”

a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “didn’t realise you missed me that much.”

you rolled your eyes. “that’s not the point. i’m just asking because.. well, i don’t know- i’ve never seen you like this before.”

haechan’s eyes softened, putting out his cigarette on the ground. “…it’s nothing big, i’m just thinking about stuff.”

“stuff?” you repeated.

“yeah, stuff,” he said, avoiding eye contact with you, looking down at the pavement, drawing circles on it.

you tilted your head slightly - your curiosity getting to the better of you. you turned your body completely to face him, genuinely interested in what he would say. “want to share?”

“i-“ he looked up at you, searching your eyes. “it’s just that.. i used to see this job as a way to pass time, you know? but lately.. i guess i’ve been thinking about what i want.”

your eyes widened in surprise, not expecting him to actually tell you. “and what do you want?”

haechan hesitated, then shrugged. “i’m not sure yet, but i’ll let you know when i find out.”

you nodded, turning back to the street in front of you. the both of you listened to the sound of crickets chirping and the occasional car speeding by traffic lights that they were definitely not supposed to.

you played with your lighter, flicking the wheel and watched as the flame appeared after many tries. “thanks again for earlier by the way, you really saved my ass.”

“no problem, i just wish the guy got arrested, though.”

you widened your eyes as you readjusted your sitting position. “wait- you actually called the police? i thought that was just a scare tactic.”

“i mean- i was going to,” he replied, dusting specks of ash of off his pants. “who wouldn’t? the guy was weird and i wanted to help you… but unfortunately, i’m not built like a superhero.”

“what are you talking about?” you tilted your head, taking a closer look at him as you studied his figure, taking note of his biceps and arms. “you’re pretty toned.”

haechan’s cheeks flushed slightly as he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “thanks..”

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

from that day forward, haechan returned to his routine of going to your hostess stand every time he got the chance, spewing out random things that was on his mind.

you found yourself paying more attention to him during your shifts, noticing the little details about him - like the way his eyes lit up whenever he saw you, or how he would always help the other servers even if he was busy. it wasn’t like he suddenly became less annoying, but you found his antics more.. endearing.

as the days grew colder, christmas decorations started to pop up around the restaurant. you hadn’t planned on getting anyone gifts this year - your student loans were enough of a financial burden - but your mind couldn’t stop drifting back to haechan and how he saved you. maybe it’s time to do something different.

you decided to approach mark during his break. “hey, what does haechan like?”

mark looked up from his phone, eyebrows raised. “why? are you planning on getting him a gift?”

“just curious.”

mark chuckled, “he’s really into video games. he’s been saving up for this one game for weeks, but he had to spend the money on other stuff.”

“do you know what it is?” you asked.

“yeah.. he’s been talking about it for a while,” mark replied, then paused, giving you a knowing look. “you’re going to get it for him, aren’t you?”

you shrugged, not wanting to admit that you already made your mind up. “maybe. it’s just a small thing.”

mark laughed and shook his head. “i don’t think he’ll see it that way. but hey, if you’re really going to do it, he’d really appreciate it.”

that night, you went home and checked your bank account. the number staring back at you wasn’t promising, but you knew you could make it work. you had been smart with your spending, and while the game would probably set you back a bit, it wouldn’t completely break you.

so you placed the order.

when christmas eve finally rolled around, the restaurant buzzed with holiday spirit. the staff exchanged gifts, and you already received a couple of things from your coworkers - a pair of cozy socks, some snacks and even a box of chocolates from your boss.

haechan didn’t mention anything about presents, so you decided to wait until the end of your shift to give it to him.

as the night died down and the last of the customers left, you grabbed your neatly wrapped package from your locker and made your way to where haechan was packing his bag.

“hey,” you walked over to him, catching his attention.

“yo-“ he looked up, surprised to see you holding something. “what’s that?”

you held out the gift, feeling your nerves bubble up in your chest. “just something small. merry christmas, haechan.”

haechan’s eyes widened as he took the package from your hands. he wasn’t expecting gifts from anyone, especially you. “you didn’t have to,” he said, but there was a hint of excitement in his voice.

“open it,” you insisted, watching him tear off the wrapping paper.

when he finally saw what was inside, his jaw dropped. “no way... how did you-“

“-mark mentioned you were saving up for it,” you shrugged, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. “so i figured.. why not?”

for at least a minute, haechan stared at the game, completely stunned. he then looked at you, his face softer than you’ve ever seen. “thank you,” he said, pulling you into a tight hug. “seriously, this is… i don’t know what to say.”

you felt a warmth spread through you, a warmth that had nothing to do with the overwhelming amount of holiday lights that were surrounding you. “no problem, just make sure to enjoy it.”

as you were about to leave, haechan called out to you, “wait-“

you turned around, confused. but that was when you saw him reach into his own bag, pulling out a small box wrapped in gold paper.

“i actually got you something too,” he admitted, running his fingers through his hair awkwardly. “i noticed your lighter wasn’t working well, so uh- here.”

you took the box from him, feeling your heart beating a little faster than before. unwrapping it, you found a new, sleek lighter and a pack of your favourite cigarettes.

“i wasn’t sure on what to get you,” haechan spoke as he watched you inspecting the gift in awe, “but i remembered that those tasted less ‘cancer-y’.. so i decided to get them for you.”

“these are pretty hard to find..” you breathed out, running your fingers over the cardboard. “how did you get this?”

“i spent an embarrassing amount of time looking for them,” he fidgeted with the sleeves of his shirt. “but it’s worth it.”

you looked up at him, meeting his eyes. “you’re fuelling my addiction,” you joked.

“hey- you’re fuelling mine too,” he said, waving your present in his hand.

the two of you stood there, the moment truly setting in. you weren’t sure what came over you, but for the first time in a while, you felt genuinely happy. a smile slowly spread across your face, a real one this time.

haechan’s breath hitched, and he stared at you like he’s never seen you before. “you have a really pretty smile,” he said quietly, trying not to ruin the moment.

you felt a blush creeping up on your cheeks when you heard his words. “shut up,” you said softly, feeling a little shy.

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

“ugh, what’s the point of a new years party?” haechan groaned as he approached your stand. “it’s just awkwardly talking to people you meet at work.”

you typed in details into your computer, not bothering to look up at him. “i thought you liked people?”

“yeah, but this is different,” he said, moving closer to you. “i’m not in the mood for small talk.”

you glanced up at him, noticing how stressed haechan looked about going to the party. “i mean- it’s just a few hours. plus, free food and drinks, right?”

“you’re just there to get drunk,” haechan said, a grin forming on his lips.

“maybe,” you shrugged. “but it’s not a bad thing to spend time with everyone outside of work. you can even hang out with mark.”

haechan nodded slowly, straightening his posture. “…are you going?”

“yep,” you replied, popping the letter ‘p’ at the end of your sentence.

“cool,” he said, patting the edge of your stand. “then i’m going too.”

the night of the party finally arrived, your boss inviting all the staff to his apartment, fully decorated with lights and banners. you found yourself enjoying the festive atmosphere, the clinking of glasses and the laughter filling the room. haechan, however, seemed a little out of his element, but he hid his discomfort behind his usual self.

he went through many conversations, but his eyes kept returning to you. there was something different about seeing you here, dressed casually, your hair draping softly over your shoulders as you laughed at something one of your coworkers said. it was the first time he could actually take in how pretty - really pretty, you were, making his heart skip a beat.

it wasn’t just your appearance, it was the way you carried yourself, you seemed less serious and more.. real.

as the night went on, a playlist of softer, slower songs began to play in the background. you ended up on the couch, sipping your drink as haechan made his way over to you.

he could see the soft light of fairy lights twinkling in your eyes as he sat next to you. “having fun?” he asked.

“mhm, especially with this drink,” you nodded as you swirled your glass. you noticed that your lip gloss transferred, making you pull out your phone and check yourself out. “aw man, my makeup is all weird.”

“really?” he tilted his head as he looked at your face. “i don’t see any problems.”

“sure, but i still need to fix it,” you said, glancing around the apartment. “do you know where the bathroom is?”

haechan led you down the hallway, the noise from the party slowly fading away. he held the door for you, the creaking sound making you jump slightly. “you can go, i’ll wait out here.”

you raised an eyebrow as you stepped into the bathroom. “are you sure? i’m only touching up my makeup.. you can come in too, you know?”

haechan grinned, walking in with you. “whatever you say.”

the small space was softly lit, casting a warm glow on the tiled walls. you leaned against the sink, rummaging your bag for your eyeliner as haechan sat himself on the edge of the bathtub, watching you intently.

you reapplied your eyeliner with ease, the movements becoming second nature by now. “you’re really good at that,” haechan said, breaking the silence.

you glanced at him through the mirror, a small smile tugging on your lips. “thanks, i practice.”

next, you reached for your candy-flavoured lipgloss, applying it carefully. the gloss shimmered under the soft lighting, making your lips even more inviting than ever.

haechan looked at you through the mirror, his eyes not leaving your reflection as he muttered, “you look good.”

you paused, turning to him with your lip gloss in hand. in that moment, you let yourself really look at him too - his slightly messy hair, the way his shirt hugged his frame and how his dark, shiny eyes stared at you. you always knew that haechan was good-looking, but tonight there was something more, something that made it hard to look away.

“you look good too,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks warm slightly. you turned back to the mirror in embarrassment, capping up your lip gloss and setting it back into your bag, ignoring the flutter in your chest.

“…should we head back out?” you suggested.

haechan took in a deep breath, shaking his head. “i don’t know..”

you rubbed your lips together, spreading the gloss before asking, “wanna get out of here?”

“really?” he exclaimed, his eyes wide. “i thought you wanted to stay..?”

“nah, i don’t give a shit about anyone here,” you replied with a smirk. “and i know that you definitely want to leave.” you went over to the door and left with haechan following behind you eagerly.

the both of you slipped through the living room, reaching the front door. that was when you noticed a ‘TAKE ONE’ sign over a bouquet of flowers - a gift from your boss that was meant for each employee.

without thinking, you grabbed a few flowers, cradling them in your arms. haechan kept quiet, simply watching you with an amused smile.

“let’s go,” you said softly.

the both of you stepped out into the cool, late night air. you stepped over the puddles formed from a downpour earlier, even turning it into a game with haechan.

the distant sounds of new year’s celebration played in the background as the two of you roamed through the streets. haechan walked close to you, his arm brushing against yours, making your heart race.

it wasn’t long before fireworks set off loudly, marking the arrival of midnight. the both of you stopped in your tracks, turning to each other with a shocked face.

“happy new year,” he said, smiling softly.

you chuckled, “happy new year, haechan.” you could see the reflection of fireworks in his eyes as he moved closer to you. you opened your mouth to say something, but the words got caught in your throat.

before you could find them, he leaned in closer, his gaze dropping to your lips. “haechan?” you whispered out, the fireworks casting flashes of coloured light on his face.

“have you ever heard of a new years kiss?”

you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat as he stepped closer towards you.

he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, studying your face. “..well, i really want to kiss you,” he sighed, his eyes looking guilty. “but i know you don’t even like me like that-“

“-i do.”

haechan froze, the thumping in his chest becoming louder than the fireworks in the sky. “you do..?” he repeated, not believing what he just heard.

you nodded, feeling your heart race under his stare. “do you like me?” you tilted head, getting more nervous by the second.

haechan closed the distance between the two of you, “more than you can imagine.”

his lips crashed into yours, filled with pent-up emotions and words that were left unspoken. your hands made their way to his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt as his hands cupped your face, holding you close.

the sweet taste of your lip gloss only added more fuel to the fire. the kiss deepened quickly, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer. the intensity of his grip shocked your for a moment, but you welcomed it, leaning into him.

you soon found your back hitting the wall of the nearest building - the impact making you gasp, dropping your bouquet of flowers into a puddle of water. you broke away for a second, “wait, my flowers-“

“-i’ll get you new ones tomorrow,” haechan’s words rushed out before your lips met again, more messy and desperate than before. his body pressed against yours, and you could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest.

“you’re amazing,” he murmured against your lips, sending shivers down your spine.

you could only nod, your words replaced by the overwhelming need to feel him again. in response, his hands held your sides, his touch almost possessive. your lips met again, with the smell of his cologne overwhelming your senses.

by the time you pulled back, the both of you were breathless, your chests heaving as you tried to catch your breaths.

haechan looked at you with a soft smile, his gaze lingering on your face, trying to memorise every detail. “i didn’t expect to tonight to turn out like this,” he said. “but i’m glad it did.”

you brushed your fingers through his hair, just now realising how smooth it was. “me too,” you replied.

he gave you a grin. “i’ll make sure to get you new flowers,” he said, making you laugh softly. “i’ll get you better ones.”

“i don’t care about the flowers,” you chuckled, reaching for his hand. “i’d rather have you tonight.”

haechan’s smile widened, unable to stop himself from giving you peck on the cheek. “wanna head back to my place?”

any and all feedback appreciated <3

[jangmiu]

so.. i have a thing for reading an angst fic then crying after.. LIEK WDYM JUNGWON AND ME BROKE UP?!?!?!?!? 😭😭😭 I would NEVER

[chuchurio]

About me.

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⋆｡♪ 𝖨 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾 100% 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 100% 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 :)). ⋆｡♪