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tangerineastronaut · 4 months ago

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Can we get some fluff jongho takes care of reader on her period plsssss

soft 🐻 c.jongho

Let him take care of you. He insists.💕

Pairing: Jongho x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff, Drabble, Texts + Written imagine Requested: Yes w.c. 780 Warnings: period cramps, reader is on her period, medicine (OTC pain meds) A/N: a jongho request? c'mere anon i'm gonna kiss you. I'm sorry this is short and sweet. I'd love more Jongho requests, I don't see enough content for our bear and I'd like to add to what we've got 😩 Anywho this hits home for me bc idk about y'all but my periods are HELL. I could definitely use a jongho 😭 This is my first time adding texts to a story, so I hope it's alright! Requests: Open (link below)

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You open one eye as someone knocks on your door, though quickly close it again as a swell of pain steals the air from your lungs. Your insides feel like mush, and everything below your belly button aches.

You feel something soft on your face, and when you open your eyes again, you’re embarrassed and incredibly relieved at the same time to find Jongho running his knuckles down your cheek.

“Jongho?” you ask weakly. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you I was on my way, didn’t you see my last text?” he asks. You realize he’s crouched in front of the couch, where you collapsed an hour ago and haven’t moved since. You shake your head.

“N-No, ‘m sorry.”

“It’s okay. What do you need?”

“A hysterectomy.”

“Funny. What else do you need? Have you taken anything?”

Jongho clicks his tongue as you shake your head. He leaves for a few moments, so you close your eyes again. But then you’re being urged to sit up, and your face crumples in pain.

“Here,” he says, sliding onto the sofa beside you. You take the glass of water he’s holding, sipping it down as he drops something in the palm of your hand. Two tylenol; you take them, finishing off the water.

“Why didn’t you take anything earlier?” he asks, lifting a hand to your cheek. His palm is warm and you lean into it. Your head hurts. Your face hurts. Your back, legs, stomach. All of you hurts.

“I just kind of curled up to die,” you admit, looking up at him. “Didn’t wanna move.”

Jongho sighs and wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his firm chest. Your arms go around his neck as you bury yourself against him.

He’s soft and warm and smells so good; his cologne isn’t overwhelming, just a note of something that could only be described as “manly.” It's amazing how a person could make you feel safe with just a hug, but that was Jongho.

“What can I do for you, baby?” he asks, brushing hair away from your face. He presses a kiss to your temple, letting his lips rest there. You nuzzle your nose into his shoulder and inhale, making him chuckle.

“Nothing,” you mumble. “Just be here.”

You open your eyes, blinking and rubbing at them. You're a little groggy and confused, but feel something firm and warm behind you. You tilt your head back, and Jongho kisses you below your ear.

"Hi," he hums softly. You groan, feeling a little more human but mostly still mush.

His fingers twitch and your face flushes—his large hand covers the softness of your lower belly, thumb gently brushing your skin. You were holding his wrist, very obviously not wanting him to move even in your sleep.

“What time is it?” you ask. You finally release him and move your hand to your stomach, resting it over his—still hurts, though not nearly as bad as before. Could’ve been the medicine, but you suspected it had to do with a certain someone as well.

You roll over so that you're facing him, squished together on your small couch. He doesn't seem to mind and wraps his arms securely around you, pulling you snug against his form.

“It’s close to 1 a.m., you haven’t been sleeping very long,” Jongho says, rubbing your arm. “How are you feeling? Need more medicine?”

You shake your head.

“It’s better now,” you say with a shy smile. Jongho smiles back, so cutely that you have to lean forward and kiss him. You move your hands to either side of his face.

He sighs against your mouth and hugs you tight, pulling back just enough that your noses are still touching.

“Wanna go to bed?” he asks, stealing another chaste kiss. He moves his hands down to your lower back, fingers firm yet gentle as he massages either side of your spine. You nearly melt with relief, moaning as you tuck yourself against him.

“No. Don’t wanna move. Feels good,” you mumble. Jongho hums a laugh. You rest for a few seconds until he begins to sit up. You grab his hoodie for purchase until he stands, smoothly lifting you up bridal style and adjusting you in his arms. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and cling to him, pouting at the sudden disruption.

When you open your mouth to protest, he kisses you, using soft lips to steal whatever complaints you may have wanted to file.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your cheek as he speaks. “Let's go to bed."

"Can you hold me?" you ask quietly. Jongho nods.

"Of course, baby. That's why I'm here."

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multistanisms · 2 years ago

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In the Morning Part ii | Ateez

FANDOM: Ateez

PAIRING: YeosangxSan, HongjoongxWooyoung

WORD COUNT: 4358

RATING: Everyone

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Mentions of abuse, violent thoughts

SUMMARY: He left life as a mafia prince with little to keep him going but a promise. It seems perhaps fate has other plans.

Part One || Part Two

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"You came back to me, San." Yeosang answered. "You kept your promise to come back. It took a long time, sure, but you're home. Of course I'm in a soft mood."

San can't help himself at the words. His hand slips down to the back of Yeosang's neck and pulls him in for a kiss. It's gentle at first, but Yeosang must not be content with softness, because he slips his arms around San's waist and deepens the kiss. It's almost everything San has missed. Everything about Yeosang has been what's kept him going. He's had everything reintroduced to his memory to make them vital again, and San doesn't plan on letting go now that he’s finally home. When his chest burns, he pulls away to breathe, taking a moment to catch his breath.

"I missed you, San." It’s a breathy huff that makes the words come out, and San is helpless against the soft laugh they share as they stay against the wall, hidden behind curtains.

"I missed you, too, Yeosang." For a few minutes, they're content to just stand there, flush against each other and wrapped in embrace. "Is it bad that I want to go somewhere quiet?" San asked after a while.

"We've had to be apart for five years, it's not bad at all. It's not like I've been with any else."

"Couldn't connect to people on that level?"

Yeosang shook his head, smiling. "I didn't want to. You're the one I'm in love with. Why would I care about someone else?"

The peace in San’s soul at the words is hard to ignore. The knowledge that they'd both just gone through the days, knowing one day they would find their way back to where they were now, was a balm to so many of his worries. "I love you, too. Not a day went by that I didn't wonder how you were, if you had moved on." It was a fear he kept swallowing when he’d been on his own, determined to one day get home and make true of his promise.

"Well, now you know I never did. I'd sooner hang myself than say I don't love you." Yeosang countered with a smirk, stealing another kiss. "I know there’s a party going on, but I don’t think the others would blame us if we slipped away."

"Lead the way, my prince." It was a familiar sensation as Yeosang let him go to take his hand, their fingers lacing as puzzle pieces found their match once more. It had been so long since San has allowed himself any kind of affectionate contact, that he’s blatantly aware that he’s starved for affection that only Yeosang can give. "Not much has changed." He mused as they walked.

"Joong plans on changing out some of the decor. We just haven't been able to decide what colors. Nothing really seems to fit us, you know?" Yeosang answered, turning down a hall and up a staircase. He knew that San knew where they were going, but it’s still sentimental. “Now that all eight of us are here, maybe we can settle on something.”

“I doubt my influence is that impeccable, Yeo.” San answered as they reached the door, and as they stepped inside, he gave a quiet sigh. He was home, and he knew he was relaxed more in that moment than anytime he’d been away. Fingers in his hair bring him back from his mind and he smiles at Yeosang. “I’m here,” he promised.

“Not entirely. Your mind took you away for a moment.” Yeosang countered, chuckling as he leaned in to kiss San softly. “What has you so distracted, hm? You’re finally home, Joong is now head of the family, all of our dreams are happening, like all of us wanted.”

San can’t help the way he grins at the words, turning them so he can walk backwards and lead Yeosang to the large bed. “My biggest dream the last five years has been to have you in my arms again.”

“Well, at least one of us was modest.” Yeosang answered, moving to make San sit on the bed, slipping between the other male's legs. With San sitting, Yeosang had a few more inches of height over the younger, and one hand slipped into dark hair to tilt his head back and lay a deep kiss on San's mouth. He was well aware of San's hands tugging at his shirt to untuck it and when he pulled back to breathe, he could see the way San's eyes were blown wide with arousal and love even behind the contacts he wore. "Tell me what you want, Sannie. What do you want me to do?"

"Make me forget the last five years." San begged on a breathless note. "Please, my prince. Anything to not feel alone anymore." It's a phrase that he knows only affects Yeosang when he says it. With anyone else, their parents, their staff, even the others in their group, it was just a little name for how pretty Yeosang was. From him, though? Those words were meant in reverence and adoration, soul deep love and loyalty. Yeosang was the only one San would ever submit to, and he knows Yeosang knows it by the way Yeosang's gaze watches his own and he leans down to tuck his face into San’s neck. A quiet gasp escaped San at the feeling, eyes closing as he breathed out. "Yeosang…" he begged, hands finally tugging the fabric free so he could lay his hands on Yeosang's skin, needing to feel the warmth of the other’s skin under his touch. The startled intake of breath at the discovery of toned muscles beneath the cloth is something he can't contain if he wanted to. "Baby…" he moaned. The curve of Yeosang's smirk is unmistakable against his skin as the blonde gives a soft kiss.

"You didn't think I'd let myself go, do you San?" Yeosang teased as he pulled back, looking down at San with an expression that wasn't quite as readable. San can't stop himself as he reaches up with both hands, Yeosang's shirt forgotten, to cup his lover's face gently.

"Don't shut me out, Sangie." He pleaded in a whispered tone, voice shaky. "I can't handle that. You kept me going even when I didn’t feel like I could."

"I'm not, San," Yeosang answers softly, the need to just have San close overpowering anything else. "I just…I can’t decide what would be more appropriate. I’m sure we both went through days where nothing made sense but shutting out the world.”

It hurts San to think about, but he understands those words all too well. The thought of losing Yeosang, even to someone else, was a hindrance to his well being. He’d found himself in several situations that would have ended badly if not for their promise. Several days where he didn’t even want the sun coming through the windows in whatever safehouse he was in. Yeosang’s death would have driven him past the point of pure insanity, if the news of just Yeosang being attacked making his blood boil was any indication. “Yeo, look at me,” it takes the blonde a moment, and San brushes the pad of his thumb over Yeosang’s cheek. “I’m not going anywhere ever again. Unless it’s to kill my father for hurting you.”

Yeosang’s mixed emotions faded as a smirk curved his lips and he leaned over to ghost his lips over San’s. “You’d have to be a necromancer for that, my beautiful Sannie.” he whispered. “Joong and Hwa took him out themselves, though everyone outside of the seven- now eight - of us believes he’s just missing. The thought is delicious, though. You being so aggressively protective.”

“Is it really me being protective?” San countered with a low moan, tilting his head to press a kiss against Yeosang’s neck. “Or is it the thought of how violent I can get when people hurt my family?”

“Are they not one in the same?” Yeosang fires back, smiling as San’s hands find purchase at his waist. He guides the younger back until San is laying on the bed, moving to kind of fall to the side so he could drape an arm over San’s waist, holding his head up with the other arm. “Violence is a part of our life. All of us were born into this.”

“Born into violence and yet, we don’t choose it unless necessary.” San countered.

“Well the eight of us only had each other. Our tutors had more open views about the world. Given they were our teachers, can you really be surprised?”

“The nannies feared our families, but taught us there are always other ways.” San reminisced as he adjusted to lay on his side but didn’t hold his head up, merely let his gaze go up.

“Made it easier for Woo to spot you in the merc files.”

“Woo found my jobs?”

“Some mangling, maiming, but no murder. You took what you needed for the client, fought your way out, but never let anyone die. Even applied aid to someone who got caught in the crossfire. You’re a one of a kind mercenary, San. Quite a name they gave you, you know. Lucky Nero.” San’s groan of disgust made Yeosang laugh as he ran his fingers through dark hair. “What? I like it.”

“I hated that title. I didn’t choose it, it was just given to me after a while.” San hid his face in the soft fabric of the comforter, huffing. The arm at his waist tugs at him and he scoots closer, adjusting so he can once more look up at dark eyes. “But I’m home now, that mantle can die down and cease to exist.”

“Not keen on keeping the persona?”

“That San was doing what he needed to survive. To get through each day alive.” San replied, moving to tuck his head just under Yeosang’s. “I’m okay if that version of me disappears, Yeosang. I don’t need to go back to that life. I’m back where I belong.” It falls quiet for a long moment, San’s body relaxing into the familiar warmth of the older male’s body. “I missed this.”

“Just being close?” The questioning response is soft, but seems loud in the quiet of the room, but even so, San doesn’t need to see to know that Yeosang’s eyes are closed.

“Sleeping alone was hard.”

“San, you literally slept with a bed full of plushies until we got together. I have no doubt trying to sleep alone was a challenge.” Yeosang teased. "Speaking of which," he rolled backwards, which made San pout, but he ignored it in favor of grabbing something from the head of his bed. "Here." He said, tossing the object to San's general direction.

San caught the soft object, startling a little as he pulled it away from his face to look. "Shiber!" His voice pitched an octave with joy as he quickly hugged the plushie to his chest. “You’ve had him this whole time?”

“It’s our secret. Not even the others know.” Yeosang pauses and then gives a chuckle. “Well, if they know, they’ve seen him on my bed. I make sure he’s always safe.” He moves to sit up, watching San pet the plush happily.

“You take him with you?”

“Just about everywhere.”

“For five years?”

“Yeah. Since the day you vanished, I’ve kept an eye on him.”

“Why?”

“You weren’t here.” Yeosang replies, try. “He was the closest thing I could keep with me. It helped me deal with missing you.” Dark eyes look at his lap, where his hands are now threaded together. The bed dips and movies and suddenly San’s head is on his lap, and he laughs a little as the younger moves Shiber to tap his cheek, making a kissing sound as the plush makes contact with his boyfriend's cheek.

“I’m back, Yeosang. I don’t plan on leaving.” San replied. His eyes close as one of Yeosang's hands threads through his hair, leaning into the touch with a smile. "I'm home."

"I couldn't be happier that you are, San. It's just…surreal. Like a dream." Admitting it is easier when it's only the two of them. “I’m sorry that you felt you had to leave. You never should have had to.” “In part it was an impulse decision, but I always wanted to keep everyone safe. Especially you. I thought leaving would have him too occupied in trying to find me to worry about any of you guys.” San’s response is romantic as only he can be, and he seems far off for a moment before his fingers wind their way between Yeosang’s. “I’m not going anywhere ever again. Just promise you’ll still marry me.” His words are soft, but he has his answer between one moment and the next; the time it takes Yeosang to lift their hand and lay a soft kiss to the back of his hand.

"Why would I ever want to marry someone else?" Yeosang teases a little, smiling at San tenderly. “I love you, and only you, until my dying breath.” His head tilts in curiosity as San opens his mouth to answer, but their quiet moment is interrupted by a knock on the door. Dark eyes turn from green ones as Yeosang speaks. “Come in.” It takes a moment before the door opens at a slow rate before bichromatic hair pokes into view, chocolate eyes sparkling.

“Am I interrupting?” Wooyoung inquires, smiling at the two. It’s an out if either of the newly reunited couple wants it, an subtle offering should his friends want more time alone. He watches the two share a look before San is sitting up and Yeosang follows suit, the pair moving to the head of the bed to lean back on the pillows and give Wooyoung room.

“Shouldn’t you be enjoying your party, Woo?” San inquires back, settling into Yeosang’s side. A happy chuckle escapes him as Wooyoung walks towards the bed, tossing Shiber up to Yeosang, who easily catches the plush and then moves San’s arm just enough off his chest to lay the animal beneath it.

A little smirk is accompanied by a single raised shoulder and a slight noise of indifference. “Is it really a party if all of us aren’t there?” he teased back, sitting on the edge of the bed with one leg bent up and the other hanging off to have a foot on the floor. “You’re home, San. Our family is back together like it should be. That makes it all the more important for all eight of us to be present and enjoy the atmosphere.” His smile is wide and childlike, and it’s clearly contagious because when the pair of lovers slowly return the grin, he’s quite proud of himself. “Buuuut, I also know that you guys need some time alone to catch up and all that. I figured I’d sneak away long enough to let you guys know that when the guests leave for home, Hwa and Joong want the team to do something. Kind of like an after party for just us, be able to welcome you home fully, San.”

“That’s really not nec-” San begins to protest, but is cut short by a finger on his lips, his eyes moving to look at Yeosang, who has silenced him.

“San, if you think Joong of all people is going to let you argue, you’re mistaken.” the blonde counters gently, deep voice quiet as he watches San. “I’m not the only one who’s missed you being here, y’know.”

“Nope! Yeosang just gets you first, then we’ll get time together as a group.” Wooyoung nods, hair bouncing a little around his head as he slides from the bed to stand, hands clasping in front of him as he grins at his friends. “I’m gonna head back downstairs before people start bugging Joong about where I am. I’ll come get you guys when the party dies down and the guests start leaving, okay?” He went to turn around, but found himself stopped by a hand at his wrist. Looking back at the pair, he had just enough time to register that it was San who had stopped him before he was being pulled into a tight hug that he easily returned.

“Thank you, Wooyoung.” The words are whispered, filled with emotion that San can’t put a name to because there’s so many of them, but he knows they are received regardless. “And congratulations.”

“San, you never - ever - have to thank me for anything. I’m just glad you’re home.” Wooyoung answers. “And thank you. I’m glad you were here to see the announcement.” When San releases him, he tilts his head to lay a kiss to the elder male’s cheek before leaning over to kiss Yeosang’s cheek as well; despite the blonde’s attempt to lean away in clear expectation of the antic. “I love you guys.”

“We love you, too, Woo.” Yeosang answers. There are few he ever shows affection with in public, but behind closed doors with the members of his team, his brothers, he’s comfortable to admit to his emotions more consistently. Particularly with Wooyoung’s prodding. When the youngest of the trio slipped back out the door and the mechanism clicked into place, he tugged gently at San’s arm, the younger man falling easily back into his arms. “I love you more, though.” he murmured.

San presses closer to the older male, tucking his face into Yeosang’s neck to just breathe him in for a moment. “Remind me, anyway?'' His voice is almost silent, eyes closed as he welcomes the warmth of their bed, the quiet of the room and the steady rhythm of Yeosang’s pulse.

“In what way, my Sannie?” Yeosang asks, long fingers sliding through dark hair in a petting fashion.

“Nothing extreme, we do have a get together with the others at some point.” San answers softly. He groans a little when the contacts wiggle as he opens his eyes, blurring his vision. “Hold on.” He sits up, reaching up to pluck the contacts from his eyes and nonchalantly tosses them onto the nightstand by the bed. “Now that I can see properly.” He chuckled, blinking a few times to refocus his vision. Turning back, he was startled a little when he found one of Yeosang’s hands lifting to rest on his cheek.

“There you are.” San isn’t sure if it’s meant to be a tease or not, there’s something intensely gentle and tender in the way Yeosang is looking at him. It’s like the blonde is finally looking at him despite the amount of time they’ve been together in the room. “There’s my Choi San, not the one they call Lucky Nero.”

It’s the second sentence that settles into San, a realization that the contacts were the last thing keeping him tied to the life he’d taken up. The piece of his costume that mercenary San had put in last before coming to the event. Taking them out was like the final string being cut. He was silent for a moment, staring back at Yeosang before suddenly he lurched forward, pressing his lips hard to his lover’s, holding himself up with one hand as the other rested against the side of Yeosang’s neck. He didn’t need sex, he just needed contact with the other man. As Yeosang’s hands found their way up his back, San pulled the two of them so that he was pinned beneath Yeosang, refusing to let the other go for a moment. “I just need this. Me and you, right here..” he whispers, smiling up at Yeosang as one hand moves to brush bangs back behind Yeosang’s ear. “Just kiss me, my prince. That’s all I need right now.”

Yeosang can’t help the way his lips curve up as he watches San below him, leaning down to firmly lay his lips against San’s. Lowering himself so he’s weight is on his forearms, he puts his focus on giving all the kisses that his lover asked for. He didn’t want to pull away, but when his lungs began burning, he had no choice, opting to catch his breath as he pressed open mouth kisses over San’s neck. “I love you so much,” he breathed, eyes closed as he took in the sound of San’s breathing.

San’s hands roam anywhere they can, a soft chuckle escaping him as he tilts his head back to give Yeosang more access to his neck. “I love you, too, baby.” he replied, one hand moving to toy with the buttons of Yeosang’s shirt. “I thought you just wanted kisses?” Yeosang teased against the warmth of San’s pulse. “I stand by what I said.” San countered. “But I want to feel you. Not fabric, you.”

Yeosang pauses in nibbling at the juncture of San’s shoulder and neck, giving a soft chuckle. He knows he simply cannot deny San; they’ve gone through too much just to get to this moment. Both of them have had to fight to get back to each other, to find themselves back where everything is right again in their world. His eyes close as San’s hands find purchase on his skin, soaking in the feeling of his beloved’s touch before one of his arms is tucked behind San and he rolls them. “As long as I can touch you, too.” The words give pause to the younger man, but San stops the way his hands wander Yeosang’s chest to sit up and begin to unbutton his shirt slowly. It could be seen as a little bit of a show, but Yeosang knows it’s for both of their benefits. If either of them moves or slips too intensely into a movement, they won’t be making it to the afterparty. However, the moment he has access to the tanned skin beneath the fabric of San’s shirt, his own hands wander to caress over the feeling of toned muscle tenderly. He can’t help but smile as the quiet noise of appreciation San gives, dark eyes looking up. “You’re so beautiful, San.”

The words prompt San to tilt his head before leaning in to seal their lips together again. “You’re the beautiful one, precious. Everyone knows that.” he teases, the two men sharing a laugh in the air between them. There’s warmth against his cheek, and he leans into the touch of Yeosang’s hand, smiling.

“I’m glad you’re home, Sannie.” Yeosang’s voice has dipped into little more than a whisper, his eyes drying over San’s face over and over, as if recommitting each detail to memory. He reaches to rest his lover’s forehead against his, eyes closing. “I’ve been utterly lost without you.” It’s an admission he’s kept secret, something he’s never said aloud, not even to their friends downstairs. It’s the words of his own private hell that he’s suffered for years. The words cause his voice to go weak, full with an expression too full of emotion he tries not to show.

San tilts his head to close the distance between them again, gentle and sweet in the contact. “I’m right here, Yeosang. I’m not leaving you ever again. Neither of us have to feel lost anymore.” he promised, lifting his head so he can place another kiss to the blonde’s lips, content to do just for the rest of his life. A little squeak of surprise escapes him when Yeosang moves to sit up, breaking the kiss in the process. The two simply watch each other for a moment before San tilts his head curiously. “What is it?”

Yeosang doesn’t answer for a moment, one hand lifting to pet his fingers through dark tresses and gently scratch at San’s scalp, chuckling when San leaned into the touch. “Open the nightstand drawer.”

The words catch San off guard, evident in the way his head shakes a little and confusion contorts his features. “What?”

“The nightstand drawer, San.” Yeosang prompts again. “There’s a little black bag.”

San arches a brow, but adjusts to lean over and slide open the drawer of the cherry wood nightstand, rummaging through to find the bag in question. He isn't surprised at the small arsenal tucked into the drawer - they're both mafias princes after all. He remembers where each item originally was in his search, cataloging two different butterfly knives, two small caliber handguns, a .45 magnum and at least five switchblades of varying length. Hidden from direct view but readily accessible, because living in an estate didn't mean you were safe if someone truly wanted to cause you harm in their world. The bag sits just behind the barrel of the magnum, tied shut with a rose old ribbon. He smiles a little and holds the bag out for Yeosang to see, watching as the older man takes it in his hands to untie the ribbon, carefully unthreading it from the slots in the bag to pull out a midnight blue velvet box. San’s eyes move from the box to Yeosang’s face for a few moments. “Yeosang…” his voice is soft, eyes wide as they settle on the box and his fingers reach to brush over the velvet. The moment he touches the box, Yeosang flips the lid open, a beautiful band coming into view. It’s simple overall, a leaflike print engraved around the outside of the band, stars speckled periodically among the leaves. The tungsten gives a darker shade to the silver, nothing flashy or quick to notice. “It…it’s beautiful, Sangie.”

“It’s yours.” Yeosang replies, lips curved into a smile as his head tilts, reaching to gently pull the ring from its secure box and slipping it onto San’s finger. “It’s been waiting for you to come home.” His voice is thick, taking a breath before leaning to place a quick kiss on San’s lips. “For you to come back to me.”

“Coming home to you has always been my mission.” San replied, thumb brushing over the metal now settled on his finger. “Nothing else was ever more important than that. And calling you fiance is the ultimate dream come true.”

“Soon enough it’ll be husband.” Yeosang corrected, setting the box aside to rest his hands at San’s waist, the two falling into quiet whispers and kisses as they enjoyed being back in each other’s arms.

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