#I just love hyunju so much

[iclarye]

NUMBER ONE PARTY ANTHEM | PLAYERS 120 X 246

“Hyunju…” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he leans in closer. The faint smell of alcohol lingers between them. “Are you going to miss me? In Thailand?"

pairing: cho hyunju x park gyeongseok

word count: 1.9k

warnings: au - canon divergence, first kiss, drunken kisses, sexual tension, making out.

a/c: english is not my first language! wrote this for ao3 but I decided to post here for my fellow hyunju x gyeongseok lovers!

"I bought the tickets yesterday," Cho Hyunju says at last, blunt and to the point, a small smile on her lips. She doesn’t meet his eyes. "One way only."

She places her drink down slowly, feeling the edges of her tipsiness creeping in. Her vision wavers slightly, and she knows if she isn’t careful, the words will start pouring out of her mouth unchecked. She heads toward the backyard for some fresh air, hearing his footsteps close behind.

“You know, Thailand’s weather is ridiculously hot. And humid.” Gyeongseok says, trying to keep up with Hyunju’s fast pace. "Even for us Koreans."

Hyunju chuckles, unimpressed. She turns to face him, effectively stopping them in the middle of the hallway. “I know that. You and Geumja don’t need to remind me every second.”

He laughs along with her, leaning against the wall and taking another swig from his bottle. “Hyunju," he said with relish, rolling it around on his tongue, his words slurring just enough to reveal how drunk he is. His shirt undone at the top, revealing a flush chest, no doubt from all the soju he’s had. He sways slightly, his voice dripping as he teases, “Who’s gonna protect you if you go to Thailand alone?”

It’s a rhetorical question, almost a joke, despite their unspoken agreement to not talk about the games too much and drag the mood down during social gatherings, Gyeonseok can’t help himself. So often his thoughts would drift to Hyunju and her skill with guns. He wanted to ask her about it, to tell her how impressed he was with her.

He wanted to know her more.

Hyunju shakes her head, laughing more freely. He steps closer, and for a second, she thinks he might stumble and fall into her. She reaches out, steadying him with a hand on his chest and then grabbing his bottle. “You are drunk.”

He smirks, he wasn’t that drunk. “So, are you actually leaving then?”

“Gyeonseok…” Hyunju falters, and she looks away. She doesn’t understand exactly why it’s so hard and embarrassing to tell him about the plane tickets. Going to Thailand has been her goal, her dream, that’s why she went through that hell, that’s why she survived. Yet, looking at his eyes and telling him she’s going away make the words stick to her throat. “I-“

He sees this as an answer itself and nods, running a hand through his head and the other in his waist, he lets the silence stretch for a minute before saying a little lower. “I’m gonna miss you.”

Hyunju lifted her head and tilted it, almost like she didn’t get the words right, that she was imagining the whole interaction. She pursues her lips, wanting to say something, anything. “I-“

He cleaned his throat, his hand going to the back of his neck. She sees how the red in his exposed chest got a little more vibrant, she doesn’t think it’s the alcohol this time. “I mean, we’re all gonna miss you… You know.”

Hyunju nods her head then, giving him a little smile. “Yeah, yeah.” She says, a little chuckle leaving her lips.

Gyeonseok was by no means a talkative person. Neither was she. They rarely spoke about their times in the games. She never asked him why he had saved her, and he never asked her about Youngmi. Hyunju often thought that if she hadn’t run into him at that public park, she wouldn’t have reached out, or even come close to the kind of relationship they had now.

Or whatever they had between them.

He steps closer, leaving the wall behind to stand face-to-face with her. His arm moves slowly, his hand brushing lightly against her fingers as he takes the bottle from her grip. Without a word, he tilts it back and finishes what’s left of the alcohol.

At this closer distance, Hyunju sees more than the tired eyes and dark circles that seem to brand every survivor of the games, haunted by nightmares and memories they’d rather forget. Those were things she’d grown used to seeing. But now, she notices the fresh trim of his beard and how his hair is longer, like hers. Yet he’s changed in other ways, too. He seems lighter somehow, maybe even happier.

She tells herself she’ll feel that way soon, too. In Thailand.

“Hyunju…” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he leans in closer. The faint smell of alcohol lingers between them. She tilts her head instinctively, letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Are you going to miss me? In Thailand?"

Her nervous chuckle escapes before she can stop it, her eyes darting everywhere but his face. “Phones exist,” she says, her voice wavering slightly, trying to sound dismissive. “I can always call you.”

“That’s not what I asked you,” He says, a smirk playing on his lips. Hyunju can’t help but look before quickly averting her eyes again. “Are you gonna miss me?”

She doesn’t know why it’s so hard to say yes. Of course she’s going to miss him, it should be an easy answer. if Geumja asked her the same question, she wouldn’t feel that nervous. But then again, the way she’ll miss the old woman isn’t the same as the way she’ll miss Gyeongseok.

She stays silent then, unable to meet his gaze. He let out a soft sign and his grin widened, like he’s been reading her mind all along. And maybe he can. For once, Hyunju wishes she’d had more to drink, enough to blame the flush on her cheeks on the alcohol rather than the proximity of him.

He sets the empty bottle on a nearby desk, then lifts a hand to her jaw. His fingers brush her skin lightly as he tilts her face up to meet his eyes. His voice is soft. "No?"

She finally looks into his eyes and swallows hard, her gaze dragging across his face. The tired shadows beneath his eyes, the sharp angles of his cheekbones, the curve of his nose, and then his lips. Her attention sticks there, her head shaking in response to his question, though her focus remains locked on his mouth.

His finger moves to her chin, a firmer touch now, guiding her focus back to him. He wets his lips once, and for a moment, Hyunju is certain he’s about to say something. But his eyes speak instead, asking for permission.

She nods, once, then again, her breath catching as it leaves her lungs.

And then he kisses her.

At first, it’s soft, almost hesitant. His hand cradles her jaw as he leads the kiss, his movements careful, aware of her nervousness. He can feel it in the way her hands stay at her sides, her fingers fidgeting anxiously like she always does. So, when he pulls back to breathe, he’s half expecting her to step away, maybe slap him in the face and run to the main room where the others are still laughing and drinking. He fears this might be the last time he’ll see her like this.

But then she kisses him.

This time, it’s stronger, more certain. The sudden intensity catches him off guard, and their teeth clash briefly before he adjusts, tilting his head to find the right angle. Her hands move, one to the back of his neck, the other to his shoulder, and the warmth of her touch sends a spark through him. His body responds instinctively, heat rising with every second. He wants more. He wants her.

The kiss deepens, growing heated as Gyeongseok lets himself push his tongue into her mouth. Hyunju responds instinctively, a soft moan escaping her as she steps closer, her body leaning into his.

When they finally pull away, both are breathless. Gyeongseok wears a foolish grin, unable to help himself as he takes in Hyunju’s flushed face and slightly swollen lips. He leans in for another kiss, but she presses a hand to his chest, stopping him.

“Someone’s going to see us,” she murmurs, her voice trembling slightly.

And she’s right. From the hallway, the sound of loud, drunken conversations and bottles clinking fills the air. Anyone could walk out and catch them at any moment, they’re lucky that it didn’t happen yet. But Gyeongseok doesn’t care. Not even a little. His grin softens into something more playful, his voice low as he replies, “I couldn’t care less.”

So he kissed her again, his hand slipping to the back of her head to guide her. This kiss is different—dirtier, wilder than the ones before. Hyunju doesn’t hesitate this time, her tongue meeting his with the same urgency, and she steps closer, sliding her thigh between his legs to pull him against her. Gyeongseok lets out a muffled moan, the sound escaping before he can stop it, and he has to break the kiss to catch his breath. Hyunju chuckles softly, amused by his reaction.

Gyeonseok is glad that they’re the same height because he can lean his forehead against her shoulder. Their shared breathlessness becomes a quiet moment of understanding before he turns his head slightly, pressing gentle kisses along the curve of her neck. Hyunju bites her lip, trying to stifle the noise threatening to escape her throat.

“I think we need to stop,” he murmurs, lifting his head from her shoulder and letting his lips trail along her jawline. The words feel like a betrayal to his own desires. He really doesn’t want to, He doesn’t want to stop, not when every part of him craves her. But the tightness in his pants is a stark reminder of how much this moment is affecting him, and he knows they’re at risk of losing control entirely.

Hyunju laughs more freely now, her hair a little messy and her lips swollen from the intensity of the kisses. Gyeongseok wonders if his lips look the same, but he doesn't ask. “Yeah,” she says softly, taking her legs between his and stepping back.

He follows her, pressing one more kiss to her lips, his hand resting on her waist. This time, it’s soft, tender, and even sweet. “You know,” he murmurs, pulling away from the kiss and creating some distance between them, “there’s this nice restaurant I know…”

“I would love to,” Hyunju responds, but then she looks down, avoiding his gaze. Her playful smirk makes his heart skip a beat. “This time you’ll be sober,” she teases, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I’m not…” Gyeongseok turns toward the wall, staring at it as he adjusts his pants. “I’m not that drunk. This wasn’t a drunk decision. I knew exactly what I was doing.” His voice shifts, a little more serious now.

He glances back at her, a smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe the alcohol just gave me courage,” he says with a shrug. “Next Monday, you’re still gonna be here?”

Hyunju answers his question without hesitation, but she doesn’t respond to his earlier deflation, even if the sparkling of her eyes tell everything about what she thinks. "Yeah, 12:00?"

“Alright,” he says, a grin spreading across his face. He heads for the door to the main living room but pauses before leaving. “Gonna come? Or need some fresh air?”

She wants to go with him, to stay at his side just a little longer, but after everything that just happened, she knows she needs a moment alone to catch her breath. “Fresh air. I’ll be there in a minute.”

He nods, walking toward the door before pausing and looking over his shoulder. “Oh, and Gyeongseok?” she calls softly.

“What?”

“Thailand’s not that far away, and the tickets are really cheap,” she says, watching as confusion flashes across his face before realization settles in. A smirk spreads across his lips.

“Just so you know,” she adds with a teasing smile, “if you want to visit me.”

[snapitkeeper]

Hello guys . I really really love her.

[minnietrys]

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU DONT KNOW HOW I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS

YOUR SO GOODDDD

I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF you could write something where player 120 met fem! Reader in a bar and then they make out XD

I just want to read smuts about this woman

Pookie I got you. I started brainstorming when I saw this so I have multiple ideas for this so I just started writing and let it lead, I did end up giving them a past so hopefully you like it!

So with my further do I present:

Is it casual now?

◯ Cho Hyun-ju x Fem! Reader

△ Alt! Universe- You and Hyunju are kinda like friend with benefits but you to be more

▢ oral(f!receiving), fingering, pet names, rough, kinda made her a bit toxic…2k words

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Okay so this is my first ever smut and I just gathered all the info and tips I learned from reading smut so hopefully it’s good and if it is expect more soon :p

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‘Casual’ that’s what you and Hyunju were according to any of your friends that asked. But oh boy how that hurts you in every way.

Was everything she has done to you that casual? Was spending hot hours of the night together that casual to her? Was all the marks she left behind that casual? Was that sore morning feeling she left that casual?

Oh how that word casual was used so wrong in this situation. 

But here you are doing nothing but staring at her from across the table. With a drink in your hand trying to wash away that stupid word from your head. Maybe even trying to enjoy the celebration as causal friends.

“Unnie? Are you okay?” youngmi words snap you out of your train of thought. “Oh yes, sorry youngmi. What happened?” You asked with a complete sorry tone.

“Ah nothing, but we were just about to cut the cake! Also you look out of it? Are you sure you’re still up to continue celebrating?” she asked with those adorable sincere doe eyes. To be honest you always seen youngmi as younger sister but didn’t really like that her and Hyunju were also close. It made you feel green inside.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss the celebration of your 21st! It’s a once in a life time and the only day I can watch you get wasted for the first time” you laughed out while she gasped “are you sure it isn’t you who going to be getting wasted” youngmi said in a teasing tone.

“Ha ha ha your so funny, that only happened once” you said in a defensive tone with a pout but you notice someone staring at you from your peripheral vision. You felt your mouth go dry and your body tense up.

So you decide to look back at her but there she is staring at you a smirk looking you up and down like your some kinda of piece of candy. Did she just lick her lip, oh how you felt your legs start to shake.

“Uh excuse me youngmi, I have to the restroom.” You excuse yourself but not without feeling someone eyes follow you.

Once you finally reach the restroom all you could do was sigh. Maybe you were just a girl she banged but how she treats you makes you feel different.

Gripping the sink you take a deep breath and hear the door open. Looking up into the mirror you see her. She walking up to you, slowly pushing your hair that covered your neck to aside. You feel her breath on your neck making you release an airy moan.

“You know it’s not fair. You all over everyone else here but not daring to look at me.” She grips your hips pulling them back to met hers. “It’s quite rude actually. One day you’re in my bed and the next you ignore me, come on baby that no way to act.” She says in that pouting tone while she bites your ear in a teasing way.

Turning you to face her, your arms automatically move to around her neck waiting for her next action. But she just keeps moving her eyes from between your eyes and lips with that damn smirk that makes you weak to your knees.

Grabbing your chin she pulls you forward so your lips would met. A never ending battle with your mouths start. Tongue against tongue, tongue moving from in and out of your mouth, you felt like you were going wild.

Till she grips your neck to pull you away. You notice the string of saliva that connected your lips together. The hand around your neck gets your attention but is easily lost when she squeezed your neck making you whine while your eyes round back.

“Wow, you really know how to win a girl back with that face and noise don’t you” she laughs out with a smirk but not daring to move her hand not when she has you where she wants you.

“Mhm—please…” you manage to get out of your mouth. “Please? Huh you asking for something but I don’t know what you want. Your going have to use more words baby” oh how you hate when she does this, she knows what you want.

Gasping out “you..please…unnie” you start gripping her hair. “Aw the baby wants her unnie” Hyunju says in a teasing pout while she put her knee between your legs making you moan out and grip her harder.

“Okay here what I want you to do, your going to walk your pretty self to my car and wait patiently as I go tell the others we are heading out, if you don’t you won’t get anything from me got it.” She said sternly while looping a piece of your hair around her finger and staring at you like she ready to eat you.

Whining as she lets you go “ah come on, walk or I just go back and sit down but judging by the look on your face you won’t want that.” Ugh she just keeps pushing all the buttons that make you feel so weak. 

Slowly walking away with a stumble from your shaking legs you make it to the door but not without turning once more to look at her with that begging expression. All she does is smirk in return and wave in a teasing way.

You’re not really sure how you did it but you managed to make it to her car, well with a few strange glances on the way. Getting into the passenger seat you fully take in what happened.

Shit I’ve fallen for it again… you thought as you threw your head back on the head rest. Why couldn’t you catch a break with this women were you really that stupid, yo— your thoughts get cut off when you heard the driver side open.

You felt a hand grip your chin forcing you to look at her, “come on, what can unnie do for you?” again with that hungry look in her eyes while she lets her thumb rub and play with your bottom lip. You couldn’t help it you started sucking on her thumb while trying your best to give her those ‘fuck me’ eyes.

Groaning she pulls her thumb out of your mouth and starts attacking your lips with hers. You pulled her in not getting enough of her taste it’s so addictive. Suddenly you feel one of her hands squeezing your breast over your top, you couldn’t help but like out a moan causing her tongue to dart straight into your mouth.

Pulling her away “Unnine..please f-fuck me..please” you let out with a crying while a few tears row down due to the need for pleasure. “You see baby that all you had to do, use your words” Hyunju says while wiping away the tears and gives you a small peck on your cheek.

“Now do me one huge favor and recline your seat back” she said with a sweet smile like what you guys weren’t about to do something freaky in her car.

Once doing so her hand suddenly gripped your thigh pulling your shut legs apart causing a moan to exit you due to the sudden action. “You look so pretty when you’re turning into a mess but you’re eternal when you’re a full mess” she whispered as she pushed your skirt up exposing the wet mess hiding under causing her to bite her lip.

You felt yourself tremble as she slowly started to trace the lines of your folds over your undies and pressing sweet kissing on your neck causing you to whine. But you started to push into her hand hard looking for the sweet friction “Ahah what did I say about being impatient baby..” she warns as she was taps at where you clit is located.

“I-I am sorry, I just need you so so so bad unnie please” you cry out trying to beg for her to fully touch you.

“Fine, since you asked so nicely but you better not start crying when you can’t handle it” she warned as she pushed you panties to the side and finally felt her thumb meet your clit making you let out a relived moan.

Your finally get that sweet sweet pressure you be looking for all night but the sudden feeling of two fingers entering you cause your legs to shut close.

“Hey I thought you were going to behave-” she growled out as she forced your legs back open with her other hand causing you get even more wetter. “Good now be a good girl and take what I give you” she said as she gave a rough thrust causing your hands to fly to hers, gripping it as if she going to tone down her thrust.

Moan after moan that’s what she pulling out of you and how that makes her movement go faster.

“Mhm! Unnnie…please—” cutting off your pleases she sticks her tongue in your mouth while gripping the back of your neck making her tongue travel more further. Continuing her abuse with her hand, she finally hits that sweet spot that makes you see star causing you to throw your head back. So she starts her recoloring her previous marks from nights before. She wants people to look at neck and just know your off limits, to know that your being taken care off.

“Hyunju!” You scream out as the hot knot in your stomach finally popped but that doesn’t matter Hyunju will continue her abuse til your done riding out that delicious high.

Sighing in delight Hyunju pulls her fingers out and makes you look at her as she stuff her soiled finger in her mouth causing you to moan.

“Mhmm~ quite a wonderful taste, now I am craving the taste but from the source” she smirks as you whimper and try to close you legs but she is already out of the driver side walking to the passenger side. Opening your door she push the button to make your seat go back as she just smiles.

She slot herself knee deep in the passenger seat while looking into your eyes she rubs and kisses your thighs. You couldn’t help but moan oh man is this casual now?

Opening your thighs she slowly leads her kisses to your folds. Groaning as she comes lips to clit she starts sucking causing your hands to grip her hair. “Ngh—unnie” you moan out causing her suck harder.

Pulling away she groan just getting a glance at your state “you really are eternal” she said was she licks your clit down to your slit. “Mh—please”that’s it, that’s all it took for her to enter you with her tongue groaning at the taste.

You start to squirm in pleasure, you just can’t get enough nor can handle it. But your put to sudden stop as she slaps the side of your thigh and grips your hip letting her nails press into your skin. All you could do was whine and shred those tear Hyunju loved so dearly.

A sudden loud moan leaves your mouth as her thumb starts circling around your clit adding more pleasure on top of what you’re already experiencing. You can feel the knot in your stomach start to twist with all the amount of pleasure so you start trying to push Hyunju head away.

“Unnie please I’m close—” you really tried to push her away but that woman won’t budge she kept her mouth where she wanted it whiling pushing in her nails even deeper into you.

“Wai—” you were cut off with your loudest moan of the night causing the knot to finally pop all over Hyunju. Gasping for air you start to calm down but that calmness is quickly gone with Hyunju rubbing her fingers over your slit.

“Mhm you did such a good job, and tasted so good” she said as she licked the leftover juices on you and her lips. “How about we head to my place?”

Oh you already know what she means…another ‘causal’ fuck with no strings attached. “Please” she mutters with that sad puppy look as she rubs up and down your leg so you just bit back that remark and nodded.

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Ahh um let me know thought because I had to pause and rethink if I’m doing this right



[svetamillss]

Omg I love your headcanons but can you do a fluffy and silly one where the reader ask them an impossible question? Something like “if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?”

Characters i suggest: Thanos, Junhee, Saebyeok, Se-mi, Namgyu, Hyunju, Jiyeong, Youngmi, Daeho please 🙏

Headcanons: if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?💗

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f), Thanos (Su Bong) x Reader(f), Kim Jun Hee x Reader(f), Kang Sae Byeok x Reader(f), Se Mi x Reader(f), Nam Gyu x Reader(f), Ji Yeong x Reader(f), Kim Young Mi x Reader(f), Kang Dae Ho x Reader(f)

A/N: Thank you very much for such a wonderful order! Please show an asset at this job. Also, those headcanons that were supposed to be today are postponed, sorry!

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It all happened when you and your partner decided to arrange a date and watch a movie in a hug, but while you were choosing which movie to watch, you got bored and that's what happened.

Cho Hyun Ju

- My love, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• She even choked a little and looked at you excitedly.

- Baby, did you beat yourself up?

- No! I just became interested, so I decided to ask.

• Ju calmly exhaled, and then laughed at your question.

- You're the strongest girl, and you don't have to beat yourself to prove it somehow.

- Am I really strong? You always protect me.

- Very strong. And I'm protecting you, because I love you very much.

• After that, she lovingly kissed you on the lips and you continued to choose the movie you wanted to watch.

Thanos (Su Bong)

- Honey, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• He looked at you with a strange face, he was obviously nervous about your question.

- Is this some kind of test with a trick? On the topic: am I a good guy?

- Nooo! I just decided to ask.

- I know you, you never just ask like that! There is definitely a correct answer there and if I answer incorrectly, you will be offended by me and we will not watch the movie.

• Yes, with your boyfriend such jokes are bad and it's better not to arrange them, you decided not to ask him further, but just kiss him on the lips, making it clear that everything is fine and you don't need to answer.

– Silly, don't ask me such questions anymore, I'll turn gray much faster!

Kim Jun Hee

- My love, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• The girl first thought about your question, she was not used to hearing such a thing.

- Can you repeat the question again?

– If I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

- Is there any catch here?

- No, I just became interested.

• Hee thought a little more, then gave a clear answer with a serious face.

- Strong.

- Why?

- But it's not that you hit yourself, I missed it, because it's better never do it, you're strong and without it.

• You have a wonderful girlfriend and you understood that you were not mistaken in your choice.

Kang Sae Byeok

- Darling, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• You didn't hear the answer, the girl just kept looking for a movie that could be turned on?

- Sae Byeok..

• There was no answer.

- Why are you silent?

- Table.

- What? What does the table have to do with it? Did you even hear me?

- I heard, I answer stupid questions stupidly. You asked a stupid question, so I answer stupidly.

• You blushed, you were a little ashamed of your question, because you knew the girl's character.

- If you have nothing to do, please bring snacks while I turn on the movie.

Se Mi

- My love, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

- God, honey, what nonsense are you asking?

- I'm just curious!

• The girl sighed heavily, looking at you.

- Only fools ask such things, and you're a smart girl and you understand that you don't need to beat yourself to prove that you're strong.

- Well..

- And don't look at the site anymore with stupid questions that will embarrass your soulmate!

• Se Mi pretended to be offended, but you saw how she barely held back a smile.

- Why is that??

- Because I'll take revent you and ask for something like that too.

• She was very serious, you both laughed at this whole situation later.

Nam Gyu

- Kitten, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• The guy suddenly began to look around, as if he was looking for something.

- What are you doing?

- The hidden camera you put.

- Why should I put it?

- To record a prank on your boyfriend in Tik Tok! I've seen similar videos!

• You laughed at Gyu, and he looked at you with a little anger.

- It was a joke, I just got bored.

- You know how they say that all troubles have the same beginning - the girl was sitting and bored!

• He was just afraid to do something wrong, so he got nervous.

Ji Yeong

- Baby, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• She didn't even think about it and answered pretty quickly.

- You would be crazy.

- Hey, why is that?

- First of all: I have a crazy girlfriend. Secondly: do normal people do this?

• She stared at you with a smile that made you blush.

- Come on! I'm just bored.

- It would be better to use your language for another instead of chatter.

• And she embarrassed you again, maybe you won't finish watching the selected movie.

Kim Young Mi

- Sweetness, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• She looked at you with great excitement and you felt uncomfortable.

- Are you beating yourself??? Why didn't you tell me that before???

- Quieter, quieter! I'm not beating myself! I saw such a joke on the Internet, I decided to ask you something like this.

• She looked at you with incomprehension, and you decided not to continue this topic.

- Okay, let's not talk about it, stupid joke.

- Strong..

• She said very quietly, but you still heard her and a warm smile appeared on your face.

Kang Dae Ho

- Darling, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• The guy looked at you with a smile, and then said loudly and clearly as if he was honoring the army general.

- YOU ARE A STRONG GIRL AND ALL YOUR ACTIONS PROVE IT!

• You were pleased to hear and embarrassed, as you understood that the guy did not fully understand the essence of the question, but decided not to ask about it anymore.

- Thank you!

- I love you very much! I am ready to answer any of your questions!

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[squiddyfics]

squid game characters in a relationship with you

saebyeok, thanos, namgyu, daeho, hyunju, semi, the recruiter

description: how squid game characters would be as partners (au; no mention of the games)

18+ minors dni

warnings: nsfw in parts!!

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saebyeok:

♡ you were the one to ask her out and she quite literally didn't believe it

♡ like she didn't even answer you at first because she didn't think you were being serious

♡ she has a hard time expressing her emotions. you definitely said "i love you" first and it took her a while to feel comfortable saying it back

♡ despite this, she was the one who fell in love first. she just kept that shit to herself lmao

♡ rather than being outwardly affectionate with her words, she expresses her love through quality time. she loves planning dates for you or just cooking for you at home

♡ she's not big on pda, but she'll wrap a protective arm around you while you're out together

♡ if someone hits on you, she'll get even more protective. partly out of jealousy, but mostly because she hates the thought of someone making you uncomfortable

♡ she's a generous lover. def more of a giver if you know what i mean

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thanos:

♡ he was the one to approach you, and he was bold about it too

♡ you aren't his first partner by any means, but you're his first real love

♡ he looooves to show you off. "look at my baby. look how lucky i got."

♡ naturally, this means he's into pda. the more eyes on the two of you, the better. he wants the whole world to know you're his

♡ especially if someone shows interest in you... then he gets even more touchy, so he can rub it in their face that you're his, all his

♡ if anyone wrongs you, he'll vow to make their life a living hell. you can't even gossip about your work drama to him without him getting angry on your behalf and threatening to kill them

♡ even though he talks a big game he knows he's lowk a loser and he doesn't take it for granted that you choose to stay by his side

♡ that being said he makes you his bitch in bed. he's for sure heavily on the dominant side

♡ he also has an exhibitionism kink i just feel that in my bones

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namgyu:

♡ he was the one to make a move on you, but he said it in a joking manner so that if you said no, he could play it off as not being serious

♡ this man's love language is physical touch there's no doubt about it

♡ his words don't match his actions.. like he'll make fun of you for crying during a movie while simultaneously cuddling you and rubbing your back

♡ he doesn't have any cute pet names for you, just insults said in a loving manner ("stinky" etc). he just can't take himself seriously enough to be sappy

♡ you've unlocked his secret second love language, which is sending you memes

♡ he wants to be seen as tough so he pretends to hate it when you call him cute (he does not, in fact, hate it) (it actually melts him)

♡ he gives the evil eye to anyone who dares to look at you for a second too long

♡ you are for his eyes only

♡ he's dominant in bed but he likes you bratty. he wants to work for it

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daeho:

♡ you had known him for a while, and you had to be the one to ask him out because he was oblivious to all the hints you were dropping

♡ he was too much of a gentleman to risk overstepping your boundaries by asking you on a date

♡ however, once he had the confirmation that you actually liked him, he was all in

♡ he was absolutely the first one to say "i love you". that man fell head over heels

♡ he is patient as fuck and will put up with whatever bullshit you throw at him. like when you tested the orange peel theory on him and he passed with flying colors

♡ you literally have a pet boyfriend. he'll go anywhere with you and do anything to make you happy. your fav himbo <3

♡ he's prone to jealousy but tries not to show it so as not to make a scene in front of you. if someone hurts you, though, all etiquette goes out the window and he's ready to start SWINGING

♡ your pleasure is his priority in bed and he's up for whatever you're into, but when it comes to his preferences, he'd much rather be dominated by you

♡ call him a good boy and his brain will go haywire

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hyunju:

♡ you definitely had to make the first move. this mf was way too stoic to express her feelings for you

♡ she got anxious and cancelled on you before your first date, so you had to be persistent and reschedule

♡ she was surprised by your strong interest in her, and she still doesn't know how she got so lucky

♡ it took her a bit to open up, but she ended up saying "i love you" first

♡ she's extremely protective of you. her introversion is forgotten as soon as someone upsets you, and she's giving them a piece of her mind within seconds

♡ she doesn't really get jealous, she just gets sad :(

♡ she's an acts of service girly. she'll vacuum your floor, change a flat tire for you, anything to feel useful to you

♡ she gives stone top energy (this one is more for an f!reader as it's a wlw term)

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semi:

♡ she was the one to ask you out, and she said it so casually that you almost missed it

♡ her first "i love you" was also casual, said as she was leaving your house one morning. "bye, love you."

♡ you honestly don't know if she's prone to jealousy because no one has fucked around and found out. everyone around you two respects her quiet confidence and doesn't even bother trying anything with you

♡ she has strong opinions, but she expresses them calmly. because of this, the two of you never fight, though you do occasionally have respectful debates. you tend to walk away feeling like she was in the right after all

♡ she's not huge on pda unless it's something cute and lowkey like holding hands, or some stupid shit like licking you

♡ you def have a secret handshake

♡ she's a soft dom and she's not shy about wanting to receive. she wants you on your knees in front of her

♡ with that said, she also gives great head. that lip piercing..... iykyk

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the recruiter:

♡ he asked you out at a bar, making a bet that if you lost at pool, you'd go on a date with him

♡ you lost on purpose so his fine ass would take you on a date, and the rest was history

♡ he said he loved you first, and he said it fast. it's not often that he feels love for someone, so he had to act on it

♡ he would do anything for you. anything. if you asked him for help burying a body, he'd tell you not to get your pretty hands dirty; he'd do it himself

♡ not that that would happen... but he's thought about it. he knows that's how dedicated he is to you

♡ this freaky little fuck doesn't feel an iota of jealousy when others flirt with you. he just smiles, knowing know matter how much they fight for your attention, it'll be his name you're screaming at the end of the night

♡ he likes to be in control in life, and that translates to the bedroom too

♡ he has big sadist energy, but if he ever actually crosses a line he'll drop everything to comfort you (and beat himself up about it)

[yunjinstoy]

˖ ࣪ ‹ missing hours 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡

cho hyunju x fem!reader.

c/w: smut, phone sex, hyunju before transition, dirty talking, sub!hyunju x powerbottom!reader, needy hyunju, mentions of dick, full porn, sugarmommy kinda?? reader, little mention of breeding, and others things, lowercase intentional. hyunju rose dialogue.

a/n: guy's it's my first time posting something so please give me constructive tips!

you've been with hyunju for almost 5 months, and it was wonderful. she was the sweetest girl you could ever asked for, caring, lovely, understandable, comforting..and a nice cooker, of course. she was the first girl to not care about your money, even tho she knew that you have good amount of it, she never asked, and whenever she did for some reasonable and no doubts reason, she was so embarrassing to ask you for money, but you didn't care.

if you could, you would buy everything in your power to make hyunju happy, happy wife happy life, as they say.

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some weeks ago, hyunju talked about how much she wanted to do the bottom surgery. it's not like it's anything new for her to talk about, she always did, she always showed how she wanted to be fully transitioned but she was also very afraid to do so. but since you guys got more comfortable and more intimate, she gained some confidence and desire to have surgery. it would be in thailand, she would say, because there's a lot of procedures well done there. so, the next day, you caught yourself searching for thailand travel flights and gender transition surgery clinics, and of course, you brought the best ones.

when you showed it to her, she almost cried of joy and expressed how much thankful she was for you by kissing your whole face (you loved it). but she also got feeling guilt because you spent money on her, but why wouldn't you? she deserves everything she wants. the girl was so happy but then reality touched her. you would not come with her since you had work to do that day, money doesn't come for nowhere, right?

she pouted while looking at you, sad that you would not be with her in such a beautiful and memorable moment in her life, and trust, you were so sad as she was, you wanted to go with her and give her all the love and comfort but you just... couldn't.

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it's been two days since hyunju arrived at thailand, on the 3rd day, the surgery would be done. it's was fucking difficult for her not being with you, even if it was only two days since she saw you, she missed you so much like she was not seeing you for weeks. she mumbled from one side to the other with longing, she missed your sweet face to her, your soft hearted words for her, your touch which was always hot, since you had warm skin. urrgh, she missed you and she needed you so much. some hours passed, and it's has already 11pm for her, the time where you guys would call each other before hyunju passing out in sleep, so it wouldn't be long before you called her. she was waiting anxiously, and finally, she heard the phone ringing.

"hello?" you say, amazed at how quickly she responded.

"hiii baby! how was your day? busy one?"

"not really, it was fine. and you? how you doing? nervous about tomorrow?" you asked, already knowing the answer. how badly you wished you were with her right now. and so did she, your voice and genuinely concerned tone made her feel safe and loved, and that only made her long for you even more.

"mhm...but it's gonna be just fine.. everything is going to be as it should and it won't take long until you're with me tomorrow after the operation, right?" you could sense her nervousness through her voice but as she spoke the rest, she became happier and more relaxed.

"yes, baby. i can and i'm so excited to see you..and to see our future place to live in." a smile appears on your face when you remember all the promises of living together in thailand.

"thank god...i've been missing you so much."

"aw really? i miss you too."

"no, i really miss you badly. i can't stand not having yours slightly touch."

you paused for some seconds, not responding to her. you always loved when your girlfriend was needy, just because it was something rare to happen because she was an expert on containing herself. so in this case, she was really missing you.

"i need you here, sleeping with me, killing me with love and kisses. i wanted you to touch me until i sleep... it's so difficult here without you."

she continues confessing this and that, and you could tell she was imagining everything she was saying out loud as you hear her pauses and heavy sighs. you didn't know what to do or say, should i let her continue or should i respond something? you thought repeatedly.

"i need you, i miss you. i-i wanted to enjoy the last night together while i have...you know.." her voice trembles a little bit but you couldn't decipher whether it was desire or nervousness. you gulp hard as you got what she meant. was she for real?

"w-what?" that was the only thing that escaped from your mouth. how pathetic.

"i wish you were playing with my co...cock..." what came out of her mouth sent you to heaven, the shy way she said such thing. and she was not helping neither since you could clearly hear her panting heavily. you were trying to putting the dots in order, was this really happening? does she want it? should i risk it? but as you were thinking hardly, hyunju spoke.

"please...say something, help me.. somehow."

okay, fuck it. it's your girlfriend and she's extremely needy for you, so why would you deny her with your head bubbling up right now?

"what are you wearing?"

"a blue pajama-type dress, no underwear."

nasty, you thought. even without you, she would be still that naughty. and in some sense, you could feel your blood popping up thinking about her being like this, all alone. without you taking care of her.

"you're so naughty, hyunju. i know you really want me to suck your cock and feel your gland beating in the back of my throat but no underwear isn't resolving nothing, baby, you know that, right?"

"i-i know...It's just to stay relaxed at night because i always end up thinking about you and then i get hard...and it hurts when i have something rubbing down there.."

"my baby thinking about me at night? about what? me bouncing on your big dick already dirty with cum of both of us?"

"f-fuck yes, i want that so bad.." it was hard for her to control her breath while speaking and you could tell right away.

"how bad?"

"so so so fucking bad, i need you to r-ride my cock so badly... it's throbbing and craving for your pu..ssy..feels so good when i'm inside you, you make me feel so fucking go-good..please please let me-"

"let you what?"

"let me touch myself while thinking about you swallowing my cock, please please pleas...se, i c-can't anymore..."

"turn the camera on and touch yourself."

and hyunju did. she placed her phone right in front of her so you could see exactly how her face looked like at the moment. she was with her cheeks extremely red, same as her lips which were also wet from the times she bit her lips to contain herself. she was wearing what she told she was, and it suited her so well. her cock was full out, hard, juicy, and throbbing with need. she waited some time for you to admire her, because she knew that you would. and then finally, she placed the palm of her hand on top of the cock that had been begging to be touched for some time now. hyunju started to masturbate herself and you swear that the view was way better than any work of art. her free hand was glued to her mouth, being bitten to contain the louder moans and pleasure that hyunju felt, but she failef miserably since you could perfectly hear every sound that came out of her mouth, her eyes closed tightly and her eyebrows that the furrowed and moved with every movement that hyunju made on her own cock.

"just like that, baby...imagine it's me there, imagine your hand is my pussy taking care of your desperate dick."

"lo-ve...i'm gonna...i-" the hand that surrounded her cock began to make much faster movements. you could see her dick twitching.

"cum just inside of me, hyun."

and then, her orgasm arrived. the jets of liquid were falling down on her cock and hand. oh, how you wanted to lick that. her chest coming and going fast desperately, controlling her panting breath as she opened her eyes slowly as if she had just woken up.

"you did so well, my baby. you-"

she cut you off.

"i need...more, i want to make the most of my last day with a dick...and with you, please let me cum more."

reality hit you, this was going to be a long night and the best phone call you ever had, you should send her to thailand alone more times.

[alluramiura]

hyunju nsfw alphabet <3

word count: 939 words

warnings: intended lowercase, afab reader

author’s note: hi tumblr :3 i’ll probably post a poll asking for which character to do next. i’m coming back to this app since i deleted tiktok like a dumbass. anywho. enjoy let me ride your face please hyunju

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

hyunju is incredibly gentle and sweet after sex. even if it wasn’t that rough (which it typically isn’t), she makes sure you’re okay. she would cuddle you for a little, running her fingers through your hair and whispering to you about how good you were for her, before getting up to run a bath, and maybe get you some snacks after.

B = Body part (favorite body part on themself and their partner)

her favorite body part on you is your eyes. she thinks they’re so beautiful, and she thinks there’s nothing more romantic and intimate than looking directly into your eyes while she fucks you. she wants to see all the expressions you make, because you’re gorgeous. she also wants to make sure she’s making you feel good.

her favorite feature on herself is her hands, working in the military she’s very good with her hands and she knows it, and she most definitely uses it to her advantage.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

i headcannon that after a while on hrt, she asks you if she can start cumming in you since hrt typically lowers fertility. if you say yes, it becomes her favorite thing to creampie you when she fucks you.

D = Dirty secret (dirty secret of theirs)

related to the last letter, she has a breeding kink. it’s not so much about the idea of getting you pregnant, more so the idea of filling you with her cum.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i think she’s had sex a few times before you, but it was a while ago and she’s explored a lot about herself since then, so when you two started dating you both explored each others bodies, preferences and kinks together.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary. it gives her the opportunity to hit your deepest spots, and also the eye contact. as i said before, there’s nothing more intimate to her than looking you in the eyes while she fucks you slow and deep.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

she’s usually very gentle which naturally makes room for some playfulness and slight teasing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

i believe she is groomed and shaved clean since it’s necessary for tucking.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

she fucking looooovees intimate sex. sometimes after a rough day, she just needs lay you down on the bed gently, strip your clothes off, and give it to you deep and slow. not in a lustful way, she just loves the rawness and closeness, the warmth of your body and holding your hand, whispering how much she loves you. sex was never something she does with just anybody, especially after she started transitioning.

(picture you by chappell roan came on as i started writing this part, and i think that was so fitting lol)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

she only does it when she really misses you. she’ll grab one of your shirts and inhale it’s scent while stroking her cock slowly and imagining it’s your hand jerking her off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

praising (giving and receiving), body worship (giving most but also receiving when she really needs it), unnie kink, size difference, brat taming, overstimulation, edging.

L = Location (favorite place to have sex)

she doesn’t really like the idea of having sex with you anywhere other than in the comfort of your home. on that note, she’d be down to fuck you anywhere in your house. but she prefers the bedroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

nothingggg turns her on more than when you give her that look and call her unnie in that tone. that’s probably one of the few things that gets her a little rough with you. she can’t help how worked up it makes her.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that contains hurting you physically. she wants to take care of you, not hurt you. the most she’d do is some very light degradation.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

she loves eating you out. her eyes would be glued on yours, watching how you react when she adds an extra finger or gives a particularly tantalizing lick to your clit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

typically gentle as i said before, but if you decide to be a brat she’s more than alright with putting aside the soft dom in her and being rough. and when she’s rough, oh does she ruin you.

Q = Quickies (their opinions on quickies)

she doesn’t mind a quickie. if you wanted to do one she wouldn’t object, but she wouldn’t ask for one on her own. she prefers taking her time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

as long as it doesn’t involve hurting you or humiliating you too much, she’s down to try mostly anything at least once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

she can last a long time, that military service built her stamina up good. she can go for about 5 or 6 rounds before getting tired, but she’s also okay with less if you can’t keep up with that.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

she doesn’t own any toys personally, but she has a few she bought for you and loves to see you use them on yourself as foreplay.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

she usually likes to give you want you want, but if you’ve been misbehaving she’ll tease you and deny you of your orgasms as many times as she needs to until she’s sure you’ve learned your lesson. she’ll tease you in this condescendingly sweet tone with a pout on her face.

“aww, do you want unnie to let you cum, baby?”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what kind of sounds they make)

she doesn’t typically get too loud, she usually lets out short moans that get breathier when she’s close. one in a while, when your wrapping around her just right, she’ll let out louder moans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

she has a snack drawer next to her bed specifically for aftercare, right above the drawer that contains the sex toys, lube, etc. couldn’t get this out my mind for some reason.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A (maybe B) cup tits, and a cock that’s about 5 inches soft and around 6 ½ inches hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

her sex drive is pretty regular since when you two have sex it lasts a while, she’s good for at most 3 days after that.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

she can manage to stay awake until you sleep, wanting to make sure you’ve fallen asleep peacefully in her arms before going to sleep herself.

[gyaruhana]

Hiii can i maybe request Yandere Cho Hyun ju headcanons please?

-🧸

Hyun-Ju/Player 120 - Yandere!Hyun-Ju Headcannons

Synopsis: Yandere Hyun-Ju headcannons !!

A/N: hyunju the love of my life..

Warnings: yandere content

➠ one of the nicer yanderes you could possibly have icl

➠ it wasn't love at first sight for her

➠ however, she did very much fall in love after becoming your friend.

➠ protective gf !!

➠ she always has your back no matter the scenario

➠ totally watches you from afar to make sure you're safe

➠ Highkey doesn't like when other people talk to you..

➠ She's sort of possessive tbh

➠ I'd argue she would kill for you

➠ Not outside of the games but in the games absolutely because murder is very much legal

➠ NEVER lets you figure it out though because her number one fear is you becoming afraid of her

➠ she doesn't want to hurt you emotionally or physically and she very much won't ever even try

➠ Little bit of guilt tripping from her though if you try to leave

➠ She'll start bringing up how she's kept you safe unlike everybody else

➠ Might scare you a little bit by making you think everyone is out to get you

➠ Its just her way of making sure you don't go ANYWHERE and stay by her side instead

➠ she's like so caring and kind in front of you but if anyone gets too close to you no matter the reason, she's so threatening to them when you're not paying attention

➠ Especially since she's so tall and literalyl towers over most of them..

➠ Most people become too scared to get close to you because of it and always avoid conversations with you

➠ If it makes you sad, she'll use that to her advantage and claim everyone here is just rude and ignorant so that you'll only trust her

➠ For the record, she is totally fine with you being close to her friends.

➠ She's very trusting of her friends and knows they won't make you uncomfortable or anything along the lines of that

➠ (On the off chance they do, she'll make it clear to keep their mouth shut but they only get one warning.)

➠ Overall, sweet gf per usual but not above threats, manipulation, and murder if it means keeping you close..

"Stay close to me. I'll keep you safe," Hyun-ju speaks with a small smile. To you, she was a caring, sweet angel who must have flown down from the heavens to keep you safe from this hell. However, to others, she might as well have been one of the devil's minions. Even a glance towards you would result in a less-than-friendly conversation occurring between them and Hyun-ju. She meant to protect you and she was well aware perhaps she was doing too much but any doubt she had faded away when you came into her view. You were perfect- and she couldn't risk losing you any time soon. "I don't trust anyone else here. They all are after the money and I've seen how they play with others lives. I don't want them to play with yours too,"

[heartilywrites]

crawling back to you ; c. hyunju

request guide | masterlist

summary: where a friendship blossoms to something new

cw: angst ; comfort ; cho hyunju x fem!reader ; r and hyunju are the same height ; a shit ton of narration ; non-squid games au ; no use of y/n

wc: 3.8k

a/n: based on this request, this has to be my longest fic so far,,, i hope it makes sense my brain tried to write a shit ton of things at the same time that i got a mental stroke. HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY IT MUA

How is it possible for a person to feel so much in such little time? Is a question you would ask yourself every time your eyes landed on your best friend. Only the gods knew the amount of love your heart could feel with the simple fact of it knowing Hyunju existed, knowing that she was in your life and by your side. But oh, they do say the heart that loves too much gets hurt the worse.

Your hand looked for Hyunju’s while the small group of friends were talking about trivial things, interlacing her fingers with yours, letting your thumb make circular caresses on her skin; you couldn’t pinpoint it at the moment, but feeling Hyunju made you feel more at ease, like you were complete.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You guys should get a room.” one of your mutual friends said with a funny smile, Hyunju and you turned to look at the same time with the same confused look. “Oh my god, I want to be at the wedding.”

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We’re actually married,” you defended with a big smile. Hyunju just pushed you softly like asking you to stop. “Respect my wife.”

While you were giggling, Hyunju’s ears got red with the comment and with a shy smile she shook her head to such comment.

The woman and you had known each other for quite some time now, you’ve been by her side before she started to accept who she was, you were there to lend a hand every time she needed it and never asked for anything back. She had learned what true friendship looked like, what being in a healthy environment was like, what being loved by who she really is felt like, all while being by your side, you had shown her there was more to what she knew. That life really was worth living.

And at some point, you two started to be in some kind of a limbo. You started to acknowledge your feelings for her when you found yourself trying to see her in every person you went out with, wondering how her lips would feel and taste like while looking at her talk so enthusiastically about something new she found, daydreaming about how would it be to wake up next to her, feel her warmth since early in the morning, being able to caress her to show her how loved she was by you.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hi, sorry to bother you,” a girl got close to you on the subway, you opened one eye alert to what she had to say. “I just want to let you know you two look so cute together.”

Sitting together, you had your head resting on Hyunju’s shoulder while she had one of your hands between hers, keeping it warm. “Oh, we’re just friends” the woman was quick to intervene, you smiled a little and nodded to it.

And you knew you were condemned to bleed your heart out when little comments like that would make your chest hurt. Why would it hurt? It was the truth, you were just friends. But that’s not what you wanted, you needed to be more than just friends, your heart ached and claimed to be loved by her in a romantic way, but you knew deep down there really wasn’t any chance for a relationship, so what else could you do but accept the crude reality? Even if it hurt you, even if it prevented you from moving on. Maybe you were destined to suffer from unrequited love.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hyun, can you lend me your black pants? Mine is in the washer, my shift is about to start.” you asked the woman, walking around in pajamas and your work shirt on one hand.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It’s in my closet.” she pointed with her hand while still looking at her phone, you turned back to her room. “There’s a belt too just in case.”

You had stayed the night at her place after coming almost at midnight from the little reunion with your friends. She insisted that you stayed with her, claiming it was dangerous to walk home so late at night by yourself and how could you say no to her? You didn’t have the heart to deny, she had lent you a pair of pajamas. Since you were the same height there were times where she lent you clothes that fit perfectly like dresses and shirts, even when your style was different from hers you would take the chance to keep the piece of clothing, your heart feeling proud to be wearing something of hers with her scent.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I’m leaving!” you started to collect your things with a bit of hurry. “I’ll see you tonight? We have your favorite song on the playlist today.”

When you turned to look at Hyunju, she seemed so invested on her phone that made you frown a bit. You called for her, she jumped just a little on her seat and nodded. “Sorry, I’ll be there! Save me a place at the booth.”

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hope you’re not cheating on me.” you jokingly said while walking to her, leaving a small kiss on her forehead, she gave you a soft hit on the arm. “Be careful when you leave, I’ll see you when I see you.”

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Careful, hun! Look both ways when crossing!” she exclaimed while you ran out the door.

Almost like if you were a soul being carried by the devil you left the house running to the bus stop. Your body was concentrating on getting to the bar in time, while your mind was diverting to the interaction. What was so important to Hyunju to keep her attention on her phone? Was she talking to someone? If she was, it wasn’t your business, was it? She was a free woman to do whatever she wanted, why did it hurt? Why was your heart breaking?

Thankfully, that night was a busy one, you couldn’t get your thoughts to keep wondering on questions that most likely would hurt your heart even more. The last couple of hours of your shift you were asked to step into the stage with your other colleagues who played instruments to start the live music time of the bar. Your eyes looked all over the place for Hyunju, frowning for a second when you didn’t spot her at first, but when the segment was presented you forced yourself to smile to the audience that was clapping.

You took a deep breath in, she couldn’t have missed the segment on purpose, right? By the end of the whole set you took a couple of bows by yourself and with the rest of your colleagues before stepping out the stage, everyone to keep with their shift and you to clock out of yours. When gathering your things on the bar you heard your name being called, looking up you saw your friend smiling so brightly that made you smile too, but such expression hesitated when you saw her by the arm of another man. You shook your head and made sure to hide the hurt on your face.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey, Hyun! I thought you didn’t make it.” you said over the music, putting on your jacket.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I did! We were just a little late.” she answered back, you tilted your head to the side a little confused. “Oh, yeah. This is Gyeong Seok, we’re…” her words stayed on the air, like trying to think how she could say it to you softly.

When she took longer than expected you introduced yourself to the man, extending your hand his way. He was chipperly smiling at you. “It’s a pleasure meeting you, Hyunju has told me a lot about you.”

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hopefully good things.” you said giggling a little bit, the two in front of you copied your action. “Well I’m leaving, my shift is over. Hope you guys enjoy the night.” you tried to escape the scene as fast as you could, being held by your friend.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We can take you! We’re also leaving, I just came to see you.” your eyes looked directly at the woman, you could see a special spark on them.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I don’t want to bother..” you continue, shaking your head.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You’re not bothering!” the man now spoke, making your eyes leave Hyunju’s to look at him now. “I insist, we want to make sure you get home safely.”

Even when you tried to hate the man, you couldn’t find it in you. He seemed so nice and judging on how he treated Hyunju he was attentive too. On the back seat of the car you were watching how their dynamic was, wondering what did he have that Hyunju couldn’t see in you? Why would he be the one to bring those big smiles on her face and not you? How could he make her blush with his compliments and yours couldn’t?

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Rest well, hun.” Hyunju said from the window of the co-pilot, taking your hands into hers. Still warm, you thought. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Alright, get home safe.” you said back, leaving a small kiss on the crown of her head. “Let me know when you arrive.”

Hyunju nodded, smiling at you with comprehension.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Thank you for the ride, Gyeong Seok,” you squatted a bit to look over to him now, and he smiled softly your way. “Please take care of Hyunju, get home safe too.”

He giggled and nodded. “Will do, it was nice to meet you.”

After a while you let go of Hyunju’s hands and walked over to your apartment, her eyes just followed you inside and her hands clenched into a fist in the absence of yours. Biting her bottom lip after taking a deep breath in and turning back to the man with a smile, like nothing happened.

Hyunju had been thinking for days now if she was making the right move by accepting going out with Gyeong Seok, maybe if she gave him an opportunity she could finally start to move on from her feelings for you, because… Let’s be honest, would you really want to be with her in a relationship? She usually thought, why would you be with her when there were prettier women out there who would be so lucky to have you? But she wanted to be that woman, she wanted to be the one who loved and took care of you. She wanted you to come home to her, tell her all about your shift while her fingers were detangling your hair with your head resting on her lap. Oh, how her heart longed to be loved by yours, but it was convinced you didn’t see anything other than a friendship with her. So she settled for the closest thing she could have to have you: Gyeong Seok.

And he was a gentleman with her, she would give him that, but he was not you. He didn’t have your smile or your scent, he didn’t laugh like you did, he didn’t have that special spark on his eyes that she loved to see in yours when she was talking about her interests and his touch definitely did not feel like yours did on her skin.

The next couple of days you hardly heard from Hyunju, fearing she just didn’t need you anymore you stopped trying to get to her like you used to. Maybe it was for the best? Maybe this would finally make you open your eyes and start to move on from her, it was a hopeless case the second she started to clarify you were just friends to other people, but your heart blindly held tight to an invincible hope that she would see how you yearn for her love and would correspond you. How naive of you, how stupid of you. You used the time to focus completely on your work and try to find a hobby for your free times, not noticing how much time you spent with Hyunju until then.

And the woman felt so desolated when she stopped hearing from you, she tried to get the friendship back to what it was, but was met with a cold shoulder from your side so she simply stopped trying. She attempted to convert that loneliness feeling into something positive to direct it over to her new relationship, but it simply didn’t feel the same, she didn’t feel the same. She felt wrong being with the man, it felt… It felt awful and she felt sorry for him, but she couldn’t help herself and she couldn’t bring herself to look for you either, so she began to accept her fate. Was this really what she wanted? Date nights with Gyeong Seok, kissing him to greet him or as a goodbye… Or just as an act of love, calling him cute names and even staying over at his home, interacting with his little girl who had become a bit of fresh air to her between her inner fight. Was that the life she had imagined for herself?

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I think this isn’t working out.” Gyeong Seok said one night on a restaurant date, his eyes stayed comprehensive and soft even if they were hurt. Hyunju raised her eyebrows at the sudden comment. “I know you’re trying your best, Hyunju, but… I feel like your heart has been claimed by someone else a long time ago.”

The woman giggled a bit confused. “What do you mean?” the man sitting in front of him named you, making her blink surprised. “We’re just friends, Gyeong Seok.”

The black-haired man reached to take one of Hyunju’s hands with gentleness. “I know I’m not one to snoop on other people’s relationships, but you just seem distant with me ever since she has been away.”

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, but––.” the woman tried to keep defending herself, but Gyeong Seok simply shook his head.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It really has been a delight to be with you, Hyunju, she’s going to be so fortunate to have you by herself if you two give it a chance.” he let go from her hand and took a couple of bills from his wallet. “Dinner is on me today, please enjoy it and… Think about what I say, you are worth it, she would be an idiot to let you go just like that.”

Hyunju looked at the man leaving, surprised by the sudden break up, but she didn’t feel bad at all she felt… Liberated, she felt happy. At the same time, she started to feel confused and a sadness began to crawl alongside her confusion, now what? Should she confess to you? What makes her think that you would accept her feelings for you after leaving you like nothing for Gyeong Seok? What if after saying how she really feels you would cut her off completely? The gods knew how important you were for her, how she needed you in her life, being completely cut off by you would finish killing her.

Hyunju was so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t realize she had walked to your work. It was a weekday so there weren't enough people in the bar, just the employees and a couple of recurring customers. Your sweet voice pierced her ears the second she walked into the bar, a slow version of Do I Wanna Know? was being played by the band and sang by you. Shyly she started to walk over to the front of the bar, taking a seat on one of the booths and asking for a drink to one of the waiters walking.

Brown eyes firmly fix on your silhouette, even if it had been a couple of weeks apart, you were just as beautiful as ever. She had always loved how your black uniform made you look, sitting on a tall bank you were singing your heart out with your eyes closed. She didn’t know how you were able to convey your feelings in the way you sang, but the way you were singing the cover at that moment made her heart hurt. Maybe it was just the whole situation and the fact that it was you out of all people singing such hurtful lyrics.

When you opened your eyes for the first time since beginning the song, you met those brown eyes you’ve been dreaming with for the past nights. Hyunju smiled a little bit to you, your frown was raised a bit with confusion and overwhelmed, you were just thinking of her while singing those lyrics. She was the reason you had asked to include the song to the set, music was your way to acknowledge your feelings and at that moment they were a tangled bundle.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Ever thought of calling when you've had a few? ‘Cause I always do.” a funny smile painted your face when saying that line, it was ironic to sing it with Hyunju watching you because you, in fact, had thought of calling her after a few drinks, being stopped by a friend or a coworker.

You tried with all your strength not to look at Hyunju, because you knew if you looked at her in that moment you would fold in front of her, you would take your heart right out your chest to give it to her.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new,” but oh, your heart was stronger than you. While pronouncing such lines your eyes traveled to your friend’s who was still staring right at you, she had a troubled look on her orbs that made it impossible to read them. “Now, I've thought it through… Crawling back to you.”

Even when you had finished and the small amount of people were clapping, your whole attention was on Hyunju and how she was staring back with a shy smile and her ears red, she was clapping too.

You just turned to thank the small audience when your coworker took your hand for the final bow, you walked out the stage and took your apron again. You could still feel Hyunju’s gaze on your every move, your head turned to her after a couple of minutes acting like nothing and she called you with her hand. You turned to look for someone else and when you confirmed all your coworkers were busy you sighed and walked to her booth.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “How may I be at service?” you asked, taking your notepad out. Hyunju made a small grimace calling your name in such a pleading way that made your heart race.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I want to talk to you… Please?” she pointed to the sofa in front of her, you hesitated to her request, but those big brown eyes looking at you made your ego disappear and you end up sitting with her.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You look beautiful, Hyun.” the comment came automatically out of your mouth, the woman smiled big and your heart was so close to melt. “What are you doing here?”

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I needed to see you,” she began, playing with the straw on her drink. “I, uhm… I missed you.”

Her eyes were avoiding yours, embarrassed, she had to confess right there or else Hyunju feared she would explode so she took a deep breath in and talked again before you had the chance to.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I know I distanced myself from you, but I need to tell you something.” she took a small pause, mentally preparing herself for whatever was about to come. Her eyes met yours for the first time since you had seated. “Gyeong Seok and I are no longer seeing each other.”

You straightened your back at such news, a bit worried you leaned closer. “What happened? Are you… Are you okay?”

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yes! Sorry, uhm, I’m okay, it’s just…” she made a small grimace to think her next words, you let her get her thoughts together without any pressure and she thanked you silently for it. “He told me something that stuck with me.”

The moment started to feel like it was just the two of you, as if you weren’t in a bar on a weekday, like the music was distant. Like you two were the only people in the world inside a bubble keeping you from the world outside. The only thing that mattered in that moment was her and you.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “He said that it felt like my heart was claimed by someone else a long time ago.” you took a deep breath in, part of you knew where that was going, but the pessimistic part kept saying she didn’t love you back. “And I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time now.”

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hyunju, what’s—?” she shook her head and took your hands on her, asking for your full attention.

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I love you. I have loved you for years now, but I have always felt like you didn’t love me back.” your face turned to full surprise, oh the irony. “I have always felt like I didn’t deserve you, like you deserve someone better, someone who would love you like you deserve to, like—”

Now it was your turn to interrupt her. “Are you kidding? I have loved you since I met you.” her words got stuck on her tongue at the sudden confession, she blinked a couple of times before frowning a little. You squeezed her hands a little. “I felt like I was the one who didn’t deserve you so I settled for a friendship, I would do anything to be by your side even if that meant seeing you be happy with someone else.”

 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I can’t be happy with anyone else except for you.” she confessed, now standing up to sit by your side. “And I had to almost lose you to realise that you’re the one I love.”

You didn’t waste a second more, taking her face in your palms, your lips met hers in a soft, but enthusiastic kiss. It felt like everything fell in place, like you two were finally complete after so long. After the odyssey that was loving her in secret, you finally felt like it was all worth it, there wasn’t better price than to hear her say she reciprocated your feelings, feeling how her lips claimed yours in such a needy and sweet way that just confirmed you she loved you with such strength that it could suffocate the two of you at any moment, making the two of you feel excited for the future that was being written for both from now on.

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heavenly way to,

hyunju x gn!reader

genre: angst comfort, established relationship. » warnings: death, blood, mentions of injuries, murder, firearms, canon divergence. » note: yes i’m back to writing for the series that basically started this blog. hello! i love her.

synopsis: Is sacrifice for your lover a gift to be grateful for, or a burden worth being cursed for? The thought grows heavy on your mind the longer you spend in the games.

“Why?”

Hyunju’s voice has never sounded so broken. She’s too astounded to even think of not letting her guard down, simply weak and vulnerable as she stares up at you. The shake in that one word, the sickening concern in her eyes— It almost makes you regret what just happened.

Almost.

“Because I care about you more than—”

“Nevermind…” she scoffs, eyes widening. She presses her lips together but it doesn’t stop the tremble of a sob waiting to escape her throat. Her gaze averts to a wall in the dormitory, silently putting a stop to whatever you were going to say.

You decide to give her space.

The bathrooms are empty, leaving you silence and space for thinking. You look at your reflection in the mirror, the blood on your face and neck. You did not kill anyone. You assured your safety. You did not kill someone. They were a problem. The thought repeats steadily in your mind as you turn on the faucet, letting water flow into your palms.

It’s as if you can see the overflowing blood on your hands, still. That player you fought to throw out of that room, the sight of the bullet shooting through their head once the door finally locked, the weight of their grip of the other the side of the handle loosening until a thud confirmed the end of a life. But they were in the spot she needed. You could not risk it. What if she had died? It was only right.

The blood washes off. The thought remains. You aren’t sure how long you spend staring at the mirror, barely even really looking at your reflection. You just know you’re asked to return to the dormitory, and that you go to bed, then the lights turn off.

You think Hyunju hates you.

You thought she would come to hate you here over trying to protect her, maybe. Now you realize, now that the blood is there, that she could simply hate you for taking away someone’s life— Even if indirectly. It makes sense to hate a now-murderer.

Yes.

Then, if she hates you, you’ll be able to sacrifice yourself for her sake if need be without wondering how well she’ll take the loss—

“Don’t just disappear.” A familiar soft voice speaks behind you. Hyunju’s arms circle around your waist and her head presses gently into your nape. She’s so warm. You almost forget your train of thoughts.

Once it comes back to you, your expression pulls into confusion. “Sorry,” you whisper, “I didn’t think you would mind.”

“Were you trying to give me space?”

“Yeah.”

She sighs, but hugs you tighter. “Because I was angry? Angry that you got yourself in so much unnecessary danger for my sake? Try making some sense.”

Your body relaxes into her hold before you even realize it, and soon, you’re turning over to look at her. She just seems a bit sad. Your hand slowly moves to her face and cradles her cheek, caressing the skin with care. “I pushed someone straight to their death and you’re telling me you were mad because I was in danger?”

She doesn’t respond, simply pursing her lips. A silent yeah. Exactly that.

“In danger? Me?”

“One second off and they could’ve switched you out of the room. And then I would have been alone with someone who practically killed you. And that would have been it. No more you at all,” she explains, and her voice begins shaking, “No more— I wouldn’t see your face anymore, wouldn’t have you with me, wouldn’t have the knowledge you’re there for me when life fucks me over— Think about it, come on.”

She’s trying so hard not to cry and stay quiet you wonder how much it must hurt. So you were wrong. It isn’t at all that person’s death that made her look at you this way. It’s somehow even worse.

You turn fully to return her embrace, hugging her firmly and kissing her forehead. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t risk dying for me.”

“I’m sorry.”

She hides her face in your neck. “I love you.”

She says it with every single fiber of her being. After all, her touch, her tears, her words before this— They’re all marks of love. You feel her hand brushing over your arm, an injury you earned yourself during that game. She traces it gently and you think you could never promise her not to die for her.

“I love you too.”

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Family is Family

summary: How they would act with reader gf who has a little kid from a past relationship

(Hyunju, Thanos, Namgyu, Gyeong seok, Young il, Gi hun, Dae ho, Min su, Sang woo)

(Roh jae won, Choi san, Kim seo wan)

Also this is a new add, please lmk if you like it

(Kim Namjoon, Min yoongi, JHope)

Hyunju

The morning light streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on the cozy living room. You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, trying to get a few things done while your daughter, Nari, played with her toys on the floor.

Hyun-Ju had been staying with you for a couple of weeks now, and things were going great. You couldn't help but smile every time you looked at her—she was a calming presence, her soft laugh and kind eyes always putting you at ease. It had been an easy transition, even with the little adjustments that came with having a toddler in the mix.

"Nari, sweetie, do you want to wear your pretty outfit today?" you asked your daughter, who paused for a moment, staring at you with wide eyes.

Hyun-Ju, who had been tidying up in the kitchen, turned around at the sound of your voice. She smiled when she saw Nari looking at you in confusion, as if unsure about the outfit.

"I think she’s ready for it," Hyun-Ju said with a playful grin. "How about I help her? I think it’ll be fun."

You raised an eyebrow, amused. "Are you sure? She's a bit squirmy this morning."

Hyun-Ju stepped forward, her eyes twinkling. "I can handle it. We’ll make a game out of it."

You chuckled, watching as Hyun-Ju knelt down to Nari’s level. The toddler, still unsure, looked at Hyun-Ju with an adorable frown.

"Hey, Nari," Hyun-Ju said softly, her voice gentle but full of warmth. "Do you want to look like a princess today?"

Nari's eyes lit up at the mention of a princess, and she clapped her hands excitedly, already forgetting the uncertainty.

"Princess!" Nari cheered, pointing at the pink dress you had laid out on the couch earlier.

"Okay, let’s do this," Hyun-Ju said with a grin, gently lifting the little girl into her arms. "First, we need to take off your jammies. Can you help me, Nari?"

Nari nodded, giggling as Hyun-Ju carefully removed the pajamas, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them. The way Hyun-Ju interacted with Nari was so tender and loving—it was as if she had been a part of your little family for much longer than just a few weeks.

With a little twirl, Hyun-Ju presented the matching pink dress. It was simple but adorable, with tiny white flowers embroidered on the fabric. Nari’s tiny hands reached out eagerly for it, her excitement palpable.

"Okay, princess," Hyun-Ju said as she slid the dress over Nari's head, making sure it fit perfectly. "You look gorgeous. Let’s put on your matching socks now."

As Hyun-Ju gently pulled the matching pink socks onto Nari’s tiny feet, Nari giggled and tried to help by kicking her feet around. Hyun-Ju laughed, her face lighting up as she adjusted the socks with care.

"All done," Hyun-Ju said, lifting Nari up to show her the full look. "How do you feel, princess?"

Nari’s little face beamed, and she clapped her hands again. "Pretty! Pretty!"

You stood from the couch, your heart swelling at the sight of the two of them. Hyun-Ju gave you a proud smile, clearly pleased with how things had turned out.

“She looks adorable,” you said softly, taking a moment to admire your daughter in the matching outfit.

Hyun-Ju nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind Nari’s ear. “She really does.”

Nari ran over to you, holding her arms out for a hug. You scooped her up, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for helping her get dressed, Hyun-Ju," you said, your voice filled with appreciation.

Hyun-Ju smiled warmly. "It was my pleasure. I think she’s going to be the most beautiful little girl in the world today."

You leaned in to kiss her cheek, feeling the comfort and love between you all. In that moment, everything felt perfect.

Thanos

It had been a long day at work. The kind where time slipped away, hours evaporating into tasks and meetings, and you couldn’t remember the last time you took a proper breath. When you finally left the office, the weight of exhaustion settled on your shoulders. You missed your little girl. You missed home.

As you walked in, the soft sound of a lullaby drifted from the living room, a familiar, comforting melody. At first, you thought you were imagining it, but the more you listened, the clearer it became.

You stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind you. The dim light of the lamp by the couch created a soft glow in the otherwise dark room. There, you saw him—Choi Su-Bong, the gentle, tall figure you had grown to love over the past few weeks, sitting at the edge of your daughter’s crib. His deep voice, usually gruff and authoritative, was low and soothing, singing a soft lullaby in a way that made your heart flutter.

Your daughter, with her big, sleepy eyes and her teddy bear in hand, was lying in her crib, already drowsy. Thanos’s presence had this effect on her—she seemed to relax in a way she didn’t always do with others. The way he held her tiny hand as he sang made your chest tighten with affection.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching them both. Thanos hadn’t noticed you yet. The sincerity in his actions, the gentle care he took with her, made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. You didn’t know how he had learned to sing her favorite song, but the way his voice wrapped around the notes made everything feel warm, like a safe little world, just for the two of them.

"She’s finally calm after a long day," he said softly as he finished the lullaby, glancing over at you with that subtle, easy smile of his.

"Thanos, you... you’re singing her to sleep?" you asked, still a little surprised.

He chuckled, the sound deep and soothing, matching the peaceful atmosphere he’d created. "She loves this song. Figured I’d give it a try." His smile widened, and his eyes softened when he looked at you. "How was your day?"

You stepped closer, your heart full as you watched him with your daughter. "Busy, long. But now, it’s perfect." You bent down to kiss your daughter’s forehead, careful not to wake her, before looking up at Thanos. "Thank you," you whispered. "For doing this."

He shrugged slightly, his usual stoic demeanor intact, but there was a softness in his eyes as he gazed at you. "I don’t mind. It’s nice... having this peace after everything."

You smiled, your hand gently brushing the back of his. "You’ve been good to her."

He let out a quiet breath, his fingers entwining with yours as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "She’s a good kid. And you... you’re worth it." His voice was low, full of sincerity.

With a little nod, you settled beside him, your shoulder resting against his. The two of you watched your daughter sleep, the only sound in the room being her steady breaths and the quiet rhythm of your own heartbeats.

For that moment, everything was still. There was no rush, no chaos, just the quiet of your small family. You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his presence and knowing, for the first time in a long while, that everything was just as it should be.

The night stretched on, peaceful and slow, as Thanos’s arm went around you, pulling you close, while the lullaby in his heart continued to hum softly through the room.

Namgyu

It had only been a few weeks since you and Nam-Gyu had started dating, but already he was making you feel like the luckiest person in the world. He was kind, attentive, and, much to your surprise, incredibly great with your son, Su-Min, who was still getting used to having a new person in his life.

One crisp morning, you were running late—again. Su-Min, as usual, was refusing to get dressed, distracted by the toys strewn across the living room floor. You could already feel the stress of the day piling up, but before you could call for backup, Nam-Gyu appeared at the door with a gentle smile.

"Hey," he greeted, voice calm and soothing, like he always was. "I know you're in a rush. How about I take Su-Min to daycare today?"

You blinked in surprise, momentarily stunned by his offer. Nam-Gyu had been patient with Su-Min from the start, but this was a new level of involvement. You glanced at him and then back to your son, who was still holding onto a stuffed bear like it was the most important thing in the world.

“Are you sure?” you asked, unsure if it was too much too soon.

Nam-Gyu gave you a reassuring look, bending down to Su-Min’s level. “I don’t mind at all. I’ve got it covered.” He gently tickled Su-Min’s chin, making the toddler giggle. “You just get yourself ready. I’ll take care of everything.”

You weren’t sure if it was his charm or just how natural he made it seem, but you felt a sense of relief. You nodded, smiling gratefully. “Thank you, Nam-Gyu. That really helps.”

In the kitchen, Nam-Gyu was already packing a little lunch for Su-Min: a small container filled with sandwiches, apple slices, and a few cookies—just enough for a little treat after lunch. He hummed to himself as he carefully made sure everything was packed and secured, his attention to detail always impressing you.

As you quickly finished getting ready, you could hear the soft creak of the stroller being rolled into the living room. When you emerged from the bedroom, you found Nam-Gyu expertly buckling Su-Min into the stroller, the little one grinning up at him, totally unaware of the usual chaos that normally accompanied getting out the door.

“Ready to go, buddy?” Nam-Gyu asked softly, adjusting the blanket around the toddler’s legs before placing a small toy in Su-Min's hands.

Su-Min’s response was a gleeful “Yeah!” before he began babbling about the birds outside.

You watched them for a moment, feeling a warmth in your chest. The way Nam-Gyu had slipped into this role, without hesitation, made you realize how much he truly cared. You’d never expected someone to bond with your son so quickly, but here they were, looking like a team already.

The walk to daycare was peaceful, the streets quiet under the early morning sky. Nam-Gyu pushed the stroller with practiced ease, chatting to Su-Min about the world around them. He pointed out cars, trees, and even a couple of dogs on their way, making sure to keep Su-Min entertained and engaged.

“Look, Su-Min, it’s a big red truck!” Nam-Gyu exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

Su-Min turned his head, eyes lighting up as he pointed a tiny finger at the truck. “Big!” he squealed.

Nam-Gyu smiled, proud of the little one’s enthusiasm. “That’s right. Big red truck. Maybe we’ll see more trucks on the way back.”

By the time they reached the daycare, Su-Min had already become attached to Nam-Gyu’s gentle nature. He even let out a little “Bye-bye!” as Nam-Gyu carefully lifted him out of the stroller.

“Bye-bye, Su-Min. Have a good day, little guy. I’ll see you later,” Nam-Gyu said softly, giving him a small wave.

You caught up with them just as Nam-Gyu handed Su-Min to the daycare worker, who greeted him with a friendly smile.

“Thank you again, Nam-Gyu,” you said, your heart full of gratitude. You leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re making this a lot easier.”

“Anytime,” he said, his eyes soft. “I like spending time with Su-Min. It’s no trouble at all.”

You gave him a look, wondering how you got so lucky. “Well, you’re definitely winning him over. I think he’s already starting to like you more than me.”

Nam-Gyu chuckled, pulling you into a brief hug. “I’m just trying to make it easier for both of you. You’re doing a great job, you know.”

As you walked back together, feeling the peace of the morning settle in, you realized that, with Nam-Gyu by your side, the road ahead didn’t feel so daunting after all.

Gyeong seok

It was a peaceful Saturday morning, and Gyeong-Seok had just settled in on the couch, expecting to relax with you for a quiet day at home. Ji-Woo, your energetic 2-and-a-half-year-old daughter, was busy with her toys, her giggles filling the room as she tried to keep up with Na-Yeon, who had come over for a playdate.

“Gyeong-Seok, are you ready to have a fun day with the girls?” you asked, teasing him lightly as he sank into the couch with a sigh of relief.

He chuckled. “I’m always ready for chaos when it comes to Na-Yeon and Ji-Woo.”

Just as you spoke, Ji-Woo and Na-Yeon bounded toward him, their faces lighting up with excitement. Ji-Woo, holding a small plastic makeup kit in her hand, grinned at him with the determination only a toddler could possess.

“pops, we make you pretty!” Ji-Woo exclaimed, her voice full of mischief. (Ji-Woo calls him pops because she's got a diff Appa)

Gyeong-Seok raised an eyebrow, his usually composed expression faltering for a second. “Uh, do I have a choice in this?”

Before he could even respond, Na-Yeon was already rummaging through her toy chest, pulling out some hair clips, colorful ribbons, and a stuffed bunny that she proudly placed on Gyeong-Seok’s lap. Ji-Woo was already giving him a few dabs of blush, her little hands smearing it slightly too much on his cheeks.

“Hey, wait, no—” Gyeong-Seok protested, but he was too late. Na-Yeon had already begun brushing his hair, not exactly in a way that could be called "styled," more like tangled up into a wild array of strands sticking out in every direction.

You stifled a laugh from the kitchen, trying to pretend you weren’t watching the hilarious scene unfold. Gyeong-Seok was still trying to maintain some dignity, but the little girls weren’t having it.

“Appa, your hair needs more ribbons!” Na-Yeon declared proudly, wrapping one around his ear and another across his forehead. Gyeong-Seok looked like he had just stepped out of a magical disaster, his hair looking like it had been through a tornado.

“What do you think, Ji-Woo?” Na-Yeon asked, holding up a mirror to Ji-Woo’s face.

Ji-Woo squinted at the mirror and then nodded seriously. “Pretty!”

Gyeong-Seok, now completely covered in ribbons, blush, and a half-done up-do that could only be described as "abstract art," glanced at you in desperation. “Help?” he said, though it came out more like a plea.

You walked over, unable to hide your laughter any longer. “What did they do to you?”

“I was just trying to relax!” he groaned. “I didn’t sign up for this level of ‘pretty’.”

Na-Yeon, proud of her masterpiece, stepped back and gave him a look of approval. “See, Appa? You look great!”

You knelt beside Ji-Woo, who was happily clapping her hands. “Yes, sweetie, you both did such a good job.”

Gyeong-Seok groaned but couldn’t help but smile at their pure joy. His embarrassment faded as he looked at the girls, their innocence and happiness were contagious. He pulled Ji-Woo and Na-Yeon into his lap and patted rubbed their back, despite the sticky makeup on her fingers.

“I guess I’ll just have to live with it,” he said with a laugh, finally surrendering to the makeover.

“Can I take a picture?” you asked, already pulling out your phone.

Gyeong-Seok’s eyes widened in mock horror. “You wouldn’t—”

“Of course, I would,” you grinned, snapping a picture of him, his ridiculous hair and makeup forever preserved in digital history.

Gyeong-Seok groaned, but the sound was warm with affection. “I swear, you two are going to be the end of me.”

Na-Yeon and Ji-Woo, however, were far too pleased with their work to be concerned. Gyeong-Seok had become their personal masterpiece, and they were already planning their next project.

And as you watched them laugh together, the scene was a perfect reminder of how much love and happiness your new little family had. Even if it meant being a victim of a messy makeover from time to time.

Young il

It was a crisp Saturday morning, the sun just beginning to peek through the curtains as the sound of birds chirping filtered into the room. You were in the kitchen, brewing coffee, when you heard the unmistakable laughter of your son, Seo-Joon. You peeked around the corner, smiling at the sight.

Young-Il was sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding Seo-Joon securely in his arms as the little one giggled uncontrollably. His tiny legs kicked in excitement, his hands reaching up for the sky.

“You ready for some fun, Seo-Joon?” Young-Il asked with a playful grin, his eyes lighting up every time your son made a noise. Seo-Joon squealed, his eyes wide with pure joy.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching as Young-Il carefully lifted Seo-Joon into the air, holding him for a second before bringing him down just to repeat the motion again.

“Whee!” Young-Il cheered each time, his voice filled with warmth and affection. Seo-Joon’s giggles filled the room, each one making Young-Il’s heart swell with love.

“Look at him, Y/N! He’s loving it!” Young-Il laughed, his eyes gleaming.

Seo-Joon, still grasping the air as if trying to catch the imaginary breeze, let out a big smile, his face glowing with joy. The way Young-Il treated him with such care, his gentle hands supporting Seo-Joon's little body as he tossed him into the air, made your heart flutter.

You watched as Young-Il’s smile never faded, his whole focus on Seo-Joon. He was perfect for your little one, the way he instinctively knew how to make him laugh, how to make him feel safe.

“You’re so good with him,” you said, your voice soft with affection.

Young-Il looked up at you, his expression filled with a mixture of pride and something deeper, something that made your heart skip a beat.

“I’m just getting started,” he teased, catching Seo-Joon again and cradling him in his arms. “Ready for one more round, little man?”

Seo-Joon gave a loud coo of excitement, his chubby arms reaching out as if begging for more. Young-Il grinned, lifting him up again, his movements smooth and filled with tenderness.

You couldn't help but laugh, your heart swelling as you watched the two of them bond. Seo-Joon’s laughter, your baby’s pure happiness, felt like everything had come together in the most perfect way. With Young-Il in your life, things felt whole.

“Okay, Seo-Joon,” you said, stepping into the room and sitting down next to Young-Il. “Time for a nap, buddy.”

Young-Il smiled warmly, still holding Seo-Joon carefully, and kissed the top of his little head. “We’ll play more later, I promise.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder, a silent moment of connection passing between you. It wasn’t just about fun; it was about building something beautiful together—something that was growing stronger with every passing day.

Gi hun

Gi-Hun had never quite felt the way he did that day—excited, a little nervous, and definitely out of his comfort zone. But there was something about Moon, your little boy, that made him want to try. Today wasn’t just a regular day. It was a special day. A day where he could make a lasting memory with Moon.

"Ready for your big adventure, little guy?" Gi-Hun asked, looking down at Moon, who was holding his hand with a grip that was surprisingly strong for a four-year-old. Moon’s big eyes sparkled with curiosity, his little face lighting up with a shy smile as they approached the entrance of the toy store.

"Yeah!" Moon said, his voice soft but full of excitement. "I can pick anything?"

Gi-Hun chuckled, bending down to Moon’s level. "Anything you want," he confirmed, his tone warm. "But remember, you gotta pick something that’ll make you happy."

Moon’s eyes darted around as they stepped inside, and Gi-Hun was taken aback by how big the store was—rows and rows of colorful toys, shelves packed with action figures, dolls, and board games. He’d been to a toy store as a child, but now, with a little boy beside him, it felt different. It felt like this moment mattered more than any other.

"Let’s go!" Moon tugged at his sleeve, his tiny feet already running toward a display of action figures. Gi-Hun followed at a leisurely pace, letting the boy explore at his own speed.

Gi-Hun didn’t know much about toys. He had grown up in a world where that wasn’t a priority. But Moon, well, Moon was different. He could sense how important this moment was for him, for both of them. He wasn’t just buying a toy today—he was becoming part of Moon’s world, connecting with him in a way that would stay with him forever.

"Look, Gi-Hun!" Moon shouted, holding up a plastic dinosaur figure, its tail swishing in the air as he swung it around. "I wanna get this one!" He looked up with wide eyes, waiting for Gi-Hun’s approval.

Gi-Hun crouched beside him again, inspecting the toy carefully. "I think that’s a pretty cool dinosaur," he said, grinning. "What made you pick it?"

Moon shrugged, his little shoulders bouncing. "It’s green," he said simply, his excitement bubbling over. "And big! It’s strong, like me!" He struck a little pose, his chest puffing out in a way that made Gi-Hun smile.

"Strong like you, huh?" Gi-Hun chuckled. "I think that’s a great choice."

Moon’s face lit up. "Really?"

"Really," Gi-Hun said with a nod. "It’s all yours."

Moon jumped up and down in excitement, his laughter filling the aisle. Gi-Hun stood up, reaching into his pocket to grab his wallet, but then paused, looking down at the boy with a sudden thought.

"You sure you don’t want to look around a little more?" he asked. "There are a lot of cool toys in here."

Moon shook his head. "Nope! This is the one! It’s perfect."

Gi-Hun couldn’t help but smile at how sure Moon was of his choice. There was a simplicity in the way children saw the world—so full of wonder and certainty. Maybe Gi-Hun could learn a thing or two from that.

As they walked to the counter, with Moon clutching the dinosaur tightly, Gi-Hun glanced at him. "You’re gonna take good care of him, right?" he asked softly.

Moon nodded seriously, holding the toy protectively against his chest. "I’ll make sure he’s always safe," he promised, his little voice full of determination.

"Good," Gi-Hun said, his heart swelling a little. He wasn’t sure what the future held, but at that moment, he knew that he was doing something right.

I hope you like it! Would you like to add anything else or develop it further?

Dae ho

It was a quiet Tuesday morning when you woke up to the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. At first, you thought it was just your imagination—maybe you were still half-asleep. But then the scent grew stronger, and you couldn’t ignore it any longer. You shuffled out of bed, careful not to wake Hae-Lin, who was still sleeping soundly beside you.

As you made your way to the kitchen, you blinked in surprise. Dae-Ho, who had only recently become a part of your life, was standing at the stove, flipping pancakes with an intense concentration. His usual calm demeanor was now replaced with an unusual focus, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

"Good morning," you said softly, not wanting to startle him.

He turned with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. "Morning," he replied, his voice soft but cheerful. "I thought I’d surprise Hae-Lin with her favorite breakfast."

Your heart melted a little at the thought. Dae-Ho had only recently entered your life, but it felt like he was already trying so hard to be there for you—and for Hae-Lin.

You leaned against the counter, watching as he expertly flipped the pancakes, a little laugh escaping your lips as you realized just how much he was trying. "You’re making her pancakes?" you asked, raising an eyebrow playfully. "She’s going to be over the moon."

Dae-Ho glanced over his shoulder at you, a slight blush creeping up his neck. "I’ve seen how much she loves them. Thought I’d give it a shot." He paused, his hands stilling for a moment before he continued. "I… I want to do things right, you know? For both of you."

A swell of affection filled your chest at his words, and you moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist for a brief hug. "You’re already doing perfectly, Dae-Ho."

He stiffened slightly at the unexpected gesture but then relaxed into it, his body warm and comforting against yours. After a moment, he gently pulled away to finish making the pancakes, and you moved to set the table, your heart full of gratitude for this man who seemed to care for you and your daughter so deeply.

It wasn’t long before Hae-Lin wandered into the kitchen, her small, sleepy form making its way to the table. Her eyes widened when she saw the pancakes stacked high on the plate in front of her, complete with a little pile of strawberries on the side.

"Eomma, look!" she exclaimed, pointing at the breakfast in awe. "Is that for me?"

You grinned and nodded. "It sure is, sweetheart. Dae-Ho made it just for you."

Hae-Lin's eyes sparkled, and she scrambled to sit at the table, already reaching for the syrup. "Yay! I love pancakes!"

Dae-Ho took a seat beside her, his expression soft as he watched her eagerly devour her breakfast. "I’m glad you like them," he said gently, his voice warm and a little shy.

Hae-Lin gave him a bright smile, syrup dripping down her chin. "Thank you, Dae-Ho!"

Your heart swelled as you watched the two of them interact, feeling a quiet sense of contentment settle over you. It was moments like this that made you realize just how much this new chapter of your life could be something beautiful. Maybe it wasn’t perfect, but it was real, and it felt right.

And as you sat down beside them, joining in on the quiet, happy morning, you couldn’t help but think that this was the start of something wonderful for all of you.

Min su

It was a lazy afternoon, the kind where the world felt a little quieter, and the air was just cool enough for comfort. Min-Su had only been with you for a couple of months now, and everything still felt so new but natural. He had become fond of spending time with you and your two-year-old son, Hyun-Woo, especially on days like today when there was no rush and nothing to do but enjoy each other's company.

The two of you were sitting in the living room, the light filtering softly through the curtains. Hyun-Woo had taken an immediate liking to Min-Su. The way he laughed at the sound of Min-Su’s silly noises and how he reached for him, eagerly handing him his toy cars, was a clear sign that Min-Su was already becoming a solid part of his life.

"Min-Su! Look! Vroom vroom!" Hyun-Woo chirped, showing off a little red car he was holding tightly in his hands. His small fingers gripped it with determination as he pushed it along the floor, making car noises that were more enthusiastic than accurate.

Min-Su smiled, his heart warming at the sight of the tiny boy so focused on his toys. He leaned back against the couch, one arm resting casually along the back, watching Hyun-Woo play. “Vroom vroom, huh? Let’s see if I can make mine go faster!”

With that, he reached for one of the toy cars Hyun-Woo had scattered across the floor, pretending to race it with exaggerated speed. Hyun-Woo giggled, his tiny hands clapping as he tried to race his own cars alongside Min-Su’s.

The room felt peaceful. The kind of peace that only happened when you were with someone you felt comfortable with, someone who wasn’t just your partner, but also learning to be a part of your family in small, quiet moments like this.

Hyun-Woo, after a few more minutes of racing cars, flopped down onto the couch beside Min-Su. His little body curled up, his eyes getting heavier as the lull of the afternoon took its effect. Min-Su didn’t mind at all. His hand instinctively reached down to gently stroke Hyun-Woo’s soft hair, feeling the quiet rhythm of his breaths.

Before long, Hyun-Woo was asleep, his tiny body curled against Min-Su’s side, clutching the red car tightly in his little hand. Min-Su chuckled softly, realizing he had been so caught up in the moment that he hadn’t even noticed his own exhaustion catching up with him. The sound of Hyun-Woo’s steady breathing and the warmth of the boy leaning against him made Min-Su feel more at home than he ever thought possible.

He shifted slightly to make himself more comfortable, his legs stretching out as Hyun-Woo's weight settled further onto his lap. A soft yawn escaped Min-Su's lips, and soon enough, his eyelids grew heavy. It wasn’t long before he found himself drifting into a light sleep, with Hyun-Woo resting on his lap, the sound of his gentle breaths mixing with the peaceful quiet of the room.

You peeked into the living room, seeing the two of them: Min-Su, his arms protectively around Hyun-Woo, both of them peacefully asleep. Your heart swelled with warmth. It was moments like this—quiet, intimate, and filled with the simplest kind of love—that made everything feel right.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched the man who was already becoming an important part of your life and your son’s, softly drifting off together in a shared moment of comfort and trust.

Your family wasn’t perfect, but in this moment, it felt complete.

Sang woo

It was a beautiful day. Warm, sunny, a refreshing breeze that made all the trees sway. You and him were gonna have a little lunch date. But as he walked past the building on his usual route, he noticed the children playing outside. The warm afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting soft shadows across the playground as the little ones ran, their laughter filling the air.

He didn’t stop—he was on his way to meet you, after all—but he slowed his pace when a familiar voice reached his ears. It was high-pitched, a sound full of innocence and excitement.

“Mr. Sang-Woo! Mr. Sang-Woo!”

His heart skipped a beat as he turned toward the sound, seeing your daughter, Ye-Eun, bounding toward the fence that separated the playground from the sidewalk. Her face lit up with joy when she spotted him, her little hands gripping the chain link as she leaned forward, eager to talk.

“Ye-Eun?” Sang-Woo blinked in surprise, his lips curling into a soft smile. He wasn’t used to being addressed like that, especially not by a child. But there was something undeniably endearing about the way she called his name with such enthusiasm.

“Hi, Mr. Sang-Woo!” Ye-Eun chirped, her pigtails bouncing as she hopped from one foot to the other. “What are you doing here?”

Sang-Woo paused, a little taken aback by the question. He glanced down at the little girl through the fence, his expression softening. He wasn’t sure what to say—it wasn’t like he had any specific reason to be here other than the fact that he was on his way to see you. But somehow, seeing Ye-Eun’s bright face made everything feel a little lighter.

“I was just walking by,” he said, taking a step closer to the fence. “What about you? What’s all this?” He gestured to the playground, watching as the other children played in the background, some kicking a ball, others climbing on the jungle gym.

“We’re having outside playtime!” Ye-Eun beamed. “We’re gonna play tag later, and I’m gonna be the fastest runner!”

“Oh yeah?” Sang-Woo chuckled, clearly amused by her confidence. “I’m sure you’ll win.”

Ye-Eun nodded vigorously. “I always win! I’m the best at running!” She said it with such certainty that Sang-Woo couldn’t help but laugh. He had to admit, it was cute seeing her so proud of something so simple.

As she continued to talk about her plans for the rest of playtime, Sang-Woo couldn’t help but notice how natural it felt, like a part of him was already here, in this moment with her. His thoughts briefly drifted to you—how you had spoken of Ye-Eun with such love, how you’d mentioned how important it was for the two of them to have a good relationship with anyone you might bring into your life.

He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of how long he’d been standing there. “Well, I hope you win your race, Ye-Eun.”

“Thanks, Mr. Sang-Woo!” She said, her smile widening. “Will you come watch me run?”

“I’ll try,” he answered, his voice surprisingly warm. “Maybe next time.”

Ye-Eun nodded enthusiastically before turning back to the other kids, her attention already back on the game.

Sang-Woo stood there for a moment longer, watching her run off with her friends. There was something about that interaction that left him feeling... different. He wasn’t used to being around kids, and certainly not like this—lighthearted, easygoing. But as he turned to continue his walk, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his lips.

Maybe things were changing, and maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Roh jae won

It was a quiet morning, the kind of peaceful stillness that only existed in the calm before a busy day. The soft rustling of leaves could be heard as a gentle breeze made its way through the trees. Roh Jae-Won, dressed casually in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, smiled at the little girl in the stroller beside him. Hyun Ae, only a year old but already with an inquisitive glint in her eyes, sat contentedly, her tiny hands gripping the edge of the stroller as they made their way down the sidewalk.

"Alright, Hyun Ae," Jae-Won spoke softly, a playful tone in his voice, "We're going to get some fruits today. I hope you’re ready for a little adventure."

Hyun Ae gurgled in response, her small face lighting up with a grin. Her eyes followed the movement of the birds flying above, her little legs kicking excitedly as if she knew exactly what was coming next.

Jae-Won pushed the stroller with a relaxed pace, enjoying the rare moment of calm. They had only recently started dating, but already, he’d come to enjoy the times spent with her daughter. Hyun Ae, while still young, had a special way of making everything feel bright and simple. It was a little different than his usual busy days, but he found he didn’t mind. In fact, he was starting to look forward to these moments.

"You’re going to like this," Jae-Won said, grinning as he glanced at Hyun Ae. "You’ll see all sorts of colorful fruits at the market. I’m thinking we’ll get some strawberries... Maybe some peaches too?"

Hyun Ae babbled a happy response, her small fingers reaching out toward a passing butterfly. Jae-Won chuckled, amused by her curiosity.

The supermarket was just a few blocks away, and the walk was short, but it was the perfect opportunity to talk, even if most of the conversation was one-sided. Jae-Won loved how patient Hyun Ae seemed to be with him, listening with wide eyes as he spoke to her like she was an old friend.

By the time they reached the entrance to the market, Hyun Ae had already begun to fuss a little, her eyes scanning the area as if something about the new environment intrigued her. Jae-Won pushed the stroller through the automatic doors, the cool air of the market refreshing against the warm morning sunlight.

"Alright, let's pick out some good fruit, shall we?" Jae-Won murmured to her as they wheeled over to the produce section. The bright colors of apples, oranges, and bananas greeted them. He lifted Hyun Ae slightly in her stroller so she could get a better view, letting her little hands reach out as if to touch the fruits. "You see, all these are what we’re going to bring home. But we need the juiciest ones."

The toddler cooed, her attention fixed on the vivid red apples. Jae-Won chuckled, picking up a few and gently placing them in a small basket. "You really know what you want, huh?"

As they continued to browse, Jae-Won couldn’t help but feel a swell of warmth in his chest. The little family moment, though simple, felt more meaningful than he expected. Hyun Ae’s innocent excitement, her laughter at the sight of new things, and the way she kept reaching out for whatever caught her attention—it was a reminder of how much joy the smallest things could bring.

Eventually, they ended up at the fruit stand where the strawberries were piled high, their sweet scent drifting through the air. Jae-Won leaned down slightly, showing Hyun Ae the basket of strawberries. “How about these? Look at how red and sweet they are."

Hyun Ae reached out, her tiny hand grasping the air as if to grab one. Jae-Won laughed softly, taking the opportunity to place a small container in their basket. "Okay, okay, we’ll take some of these for you."

By the time they made it to the checkout, Jae-Won was feeling more content than ever. He glanced at Hyun Ae, her eyelids drooping with the weight of the walk and the excitement. He gently rocked the stroller as they waited in line, humming a soft tune to soothe her.

The cashier gave them a warm smile as they paid for their fruits. "Looks like you’ve got a good haul there," she said. "Is this for a special occasion?"

Jae-Won smiled, his heart swelling just a little. "Just for a little walk with my favorite girl," he replied, glancing down at Hyun Ae, who was now drifting off to sleep. "She’s already made the trip worth it."

With the bag of fruits in hand and a quiet Hyun Ae snoozing in the stroller, Jae-Won pushed the stroller back out into the sunlight, ready to head home. He couldn’t help but think that this little outing had become one of his favorite memories with her so far.

As they made their way back, Jae-Won couldn’t stop smiling. There was something so simple, so peaceful, about the walk—the way Hyun Ae made everything feel new again, and how he had the privilege of being part of it.

He wasn’t sure what the future held, but in that moment, as the gentle breeze ruffled his hair and the soft sound of Hyun Ae’s breath filled the air, he was certain of one thing: he was already looking forward to more mornings like this.

Choi san

It was a typical busy night for ATEEZ, filled with flashing lights, booming speakers, and the adrenaline that came with being on stage. But for San, something felt different tonight. He couldn’t quite place it at first—was it the energy of the crowd, the warmth of his members, or perhaps the way his heart kept fluttering whenever he thought of you?

But then, in the middle of the performance, the sight of you standing just behind the stage caught his attention. And it wasn’t just you—Naree was with you, bouncing on her little feet with a smile that could light up any room.

She looked so tiny in her oversized earmuffs, her little arms flailing to the rhythm of the music, dancing in her own little world. The sight of her so full of joy—watching him, her innocent, unfiltered happiness—touched something deep within him. He felt his chest tighten as he watched her twirl and wiggle along with the beat, clearly proud to be supporting him, even in her toddler way.

San’s heart ached in the most beautiful way.

He almost lost his place during the chorus as his eyes stayed fixed on the two of you. But the choreography carried him, and he kept singing with his usual energy, though his mind and heart were a thousand miles away, right there with you and Naree.

He tried to shake it off, focusing back on the performance, but as he glanced back at you both again, Naree smiled up at you and then waved enthusiastically at the stage. Her smile was pure, innocent, and so incredibly full of love. In that moment, something broke inside him. His emotions overwhelmed him so suddenly that he didn’t know how to contain them.

As he sang his next line, his throat tightened, and he could feel the warm sting of tears at the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t blink fast enough to keep them from escaping. But he couldn’t let his fans see, not when everything was still so new, so personal. He couldn’t tell them why—why his heart felt so full right then—but it was because Naree, his new little sunshine, was dancing for him, and you were there, standing by his side.

The music drowned out the sound of his heartbeat as he choked back a sob, trying to hold it together, even as his vision blurred slightly.

His members noticed, of course. Seonghwa shot him a concerned look from across the stage, but San just shook his head, sending a quick, reassuring smile to his hyung. He didn’t need to explain. They understood what this meant, and they respected the secret he was carrying in his heart.

When the song came to an end, he could barely contain himself, taking a deep breath and forcing his usual charismatic smile back onto his face. But his eyes still searched for you and Naree, and when he spotted you both, standing hand-in-hand just beyond the stage, his heart soared. The tears he had held back were nothing compared to the joy he felt inside.

After the concert, when he finally made his way off the stage, his members gave him knowing glances, a silent understanding between them. But it was when he saw you again, your face lit up with warmth and pride, that the dam broke. He pulled you and Naree into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair, whispering, “I’m so happy… you have no idea.”

And as Naree tugged at his shirt and tried to show him the little dance she had been doing earlier, San couldn’t help but cry a little, feeling as though he had just found his place in the world, with you and her by his side.

He didn’t need to tell anyone about the love he felt. The way Naree danced for him tonight was enough. It spoke louder than any words ever could.

Seo Wan

It was a rainy afternoon when you and Seok-min made your way to the hospital to visit Seo-Wan. The sound of raindrops tapping against the car windows seemed to blend with the soft giggles of your little boy in the backseat. Seok-min had been incredibly excited all morning, clutching the small bag he had prepared for Seo-Wan. Inside, a dragon plushie with shiny green scales, a little coloring book featuring dragons, and a small bouquet of wildflowers from the park were carefully arranged.

"Mommy, will Seo-Wan like the dragon?" Seok-min asked, his wide eyes filled with innocent anticipation. His favorite toys were all dragons, from plushies to action figures, and he knew that Seo-Wan liked dragons too.

"Of course, sweetheart," you reassured him, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. "He'll love them."

You parked the car and led Seok-min by the hand, both of you walking toward the entrance of the hospital. His excitement was contagious, and despite the sadness that always accompanied visits to the hospital, you couldn’t help but smile at the way he proudly clutched his gift.

Inside the hospital, the air was sterile and quiet, the fluorescent lights overhead humming gently as you made your way to Seo-Wan’s room. You knocked gently on the door before stepping inside, finding Seo-Wan sitting up in bed, his eyes wide as he stared at the window. His face brightened when he saw you and Seok-min enter, though there was something distant in his gaze, as if he were seeing something beyond the present moment.

"Y/N!" Seo-Wan’s voice rang out with excitement, though it was laced with a sense of confusion. "The dragon slayer! I’ve been waiting for you. I just defeated a fire-breathing dragon in the mountains!"

You exchanged a quick glance with Seok-min, whose eyes were already sparkling at the mention of dragons. "That sounds amazing, Seo-Wan," you said gently, not wanting to disrupt his world, even if it wasn't rooted in reality. "We brought you something."

Seok-min stepped forward, holding out his bag with both hands. "I brought you a dragon plushie!" he declared with pride. "And a dragon coloring book, and some flowers!"

Seo-Wan looked at Seok-min with a mixture of admiration and awe. "A dragon plushie?!" He laughed in delight, clearly thrilled. "Perfect for my next dragon-slaying adventure! And flowers! How kind of you, little knight."

Seok-min's face lit up, a wide smile spreading across his face as he placed the gifts carefully on the bed. "I like dragons too," he said innocently, "I want to be a dragon slayer like you!"

Seo-Wan nodded enthusiastically. "You’ll be the best dragon slayer, little knight! Together, we’ll take down the most fearsome dragons in the kingdom. But first, let’s color these dragons. They’ll be our allies." He picked up the coloring book with a childlike grin and began flipping through the pages.

You sat beside Seo-Wan on the bed, your heart aching at how deeply he believed in his fantasy world. The doctors had explained that his mind was caught in a space between delusion and reality, and while part of you wished you could bring him back to the present, you knew this was where he felt most at peace. For now, this was his safe place, and you wouldn’t take that from him.

As Seo-Wan and Seok-min started to color the dragons together, you watched them with a bittersweet smile. Seok-min’s small hand clutched the crayons eagerly, his focus entirely on the dragons he was drawing with Seo-Wan. There was a sense of joy in the room, despite the circumstances—two souls lost in their own ways, finding comfort in each other’s company.

"Seo-Wan," you said quietly after a while, your voice soft. "How are you feeling today?"

He paused mid-color, as if the question had just registered in his mind. He looked at you, then back at Seok-min, and for a moment, his expression was serious. "I think I’m ready to fight the next dragon, Y/N," he said with quiet determination. "But first, I need to make sure my little knight is safe. You can count on me."

Seok-min looked up from his coloring and beamed. "I’ll protect you too, Seo-Wan! We’ll be the best team!"

Your heart swelled with love for both of them. It was a difficult situation, but in moments like these, you could almost forget about the pain of reality. For a brief moment, Seo-Wan was simply Seo-Wan—someone who cared deeply for you and Seok-min, someone who believed in something bigger than himself, even if that world was filled with dragons and fantastical adventures.

"Thank you, Seo-Wan," you said, your voice shaky with emotion. "For being so kind to Seok-min."

Seo-Wan smiled, though it was soft and far away. "Anything for my brave knights." He looked at Seok-min with pride, as if they were both part of the same grand quest, battling dragons in a world where anything was possible.

You sat there, in the warmth of the moment, knowing that while the road ahead would be challenging, there would always be moments like this—small pockets of peace that you could treasure for as long as they lasted.

Namjoon

Sure! Here’s a cozy, heartwarming scenario with Namjoon, the reader, and little Jang-mi. Enjoy!

A Cozy Day at the Cafe

The soft hum of the quiet, dimly lit café surrounded you, creating the perfect atmosphere for a peaceful morning out. The occasional clink of coffee cups and the gentle murmur of the barista behind the counter filled the air. Namjoon had just wrapped his arm around your waist, giving you a tender smile as you looked at him.

"Is this better?" he asked, his voice deep and soothing. His smile was warm, genuine. He was still adjusting to the new relationship—nervous, but also incredibly happy to be with you.

You smiled up at him, holding onto your own cup of tea. "Yes. It feels nice to be able to relax. Just the three of us."

It was still so new, and yet, there was already a sense of home when he was around. You had been a little hesitant about introducing him to Jang-mi, your two-year-old daughter, but Namjoon had been nothing short of patient and understanding. This morning felt like the first real day for the three of you to be out, and it felt special. The cafe had been privately rented out to avoid the paparazzi, offering you all a safe space to just enjoy the day without the prying eyes of the public.

Jang-mi, sitting on her booster seat next to Namjoon, was happily sipping on her tiny cup of hot cocoa, the whipped cream on top making it a perfect treat for her. But before you could blink, she started giggling, her face scrunching up in delight as she accidentally knocked over her cocoa, sending a flood of the chocolatey drink right onto her cheeks.

"No!" you gasped, immediately grabbing a napkin and wiping her face. "Oh, Jang-mi..."

Namjoon, who had been watching in mild surprise, quickly reached for another napkin. "Guess she’s just as messy as me," he teased lightly, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Jang-mi, completely unfazed, giggled and wiped her face with her hands, smearing the cocoa all over. "Cocoa!" she exclaimed, completely innocent and content, her little cheeks smeared with chocolate.

You and Namjoon shared a look, both of you trying to stifle your laughter at the sight. "It’s okay, baby," you said, brushing a bit of hair from Jang-mi’s face. "We’ll get you cleaned up."

Namjoon gently scooped her into his arms, his strong hands careful as he wiped her down. "Well, I guess I should take the blame for this," he said with a playful wink at you. "I did say we were going to have a fun day."

"You’re her new fun guy now, aren't you?" you teased, gently taking the napkins from him.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, his face lighting up with a smile. "Fun guy?" He grinned mischievously. "I'm thinking more along the lines of 'awesome' not just fun."

Jang-mi squirmed a little in his arms, then pointed at her now mostly-empty cocoa cup. "More!"

You chuckled, nodding. "I think she’s asking for another round, Namjoon."

"Coming right up!" he said, laughing, and stood to fetch another cocoa for the little one. You watched him go, feeling a warmth in your heart. This felt right. He was here, and he was present, not just with you but with your daughter too.

Jang-mi bounced in her seat, reaching for you. "Mama," she said with a grin, her face still dotted with little cocoa smudges.

"Yes, sweetie?" you replied, reaching down to hold her hand.

"I like him," she said, beaming.

You felt your heart swell. "I’m glad, sweetheart. I like him too."

Namjoon returned moments later with a fresh cup of hot cocoa for Jang-mi, who practically squealed in delight. As you all sat back down, enjoying your own drinks and chatting, the world outside felt distant and irrelevant. There was just this cozy bubble of happiness between the three of you—laughter, love, and cocoa-covered cheeks. You were finally starting to build something beautiful together.

The warmth of the moment was interrupted only by a small giggle from Jang-mi as she tried to drink her cocoa with a big spoon instead of the usual cup. The sight made you laugh so hard you nearly spilled your tea.

"Okay, maybe next time I’ll teach her how to drink from a cup," Namjoon said, glancing over at you, his face full of amusement.

You reached over to pat his hand, smiling. "No need, she’s learning just fine."

And just like that, with cocoa-streaked faces and giggles echoing around the café, you realized that despite the chaos of life, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

I hope that captures the warmth and fun of the scene! Let me know if you'd like any changes or additions.

Yoongi

Yoongi was sitting in his studio, headphones on, focused on the music. His phone buzzed once, then again. He raised an eyebrow, glancing at the screen. A new message from Y/N?

He tapped on the notification and smiled when he saw her name pop up. His heart skipped a beat. It had only been a short time since they started dating, but already, Yoongi felt so comfortable around her. And the fact that she had a little boy—Chang-min—just made it even better. He was cute, playful, and loved getting attention from him.

Yoongi opened the message to read it. Except, it wasn’t from Y/N. It was... random. Very random.

Text from: Y/N’s Phone “sdgasadfhjjlkjdsfhjkdghj…”

Yoongi blinked at the string of letters, utterly confused. Was she sending him a cryptic message or was this some sort of inside joke? He chuckled softly, shaking his head.

He typed back with a raised eyebrow.

Yoongi: “Uh… is this some sort of secret code?”

The response came back quickly, this time with even more nonsensical characters.

Text from: Y/N’s Phone “sdasfgnfjgbs… jnkjkjknn…”

Yoongi laughed this time, realizing what was happening. He leaned back in his chair, grinning. Of course. Chang-min must’ve grabbed Y/N’s phone while she was in the shower. The kid was always curious, always exploring. Yoongi knew the little guy wasn’t old enough to read or write, but clearly, he knew how to type a few random letters.

Yoongi: “Chang-min, are you sending me messages? Do you even know what you’re typing?”

He waited for a reply, still chuckling at the thought of the toddler sending gibberish to him. Moments later, the phone buzzed again.

Text from: Y/N’s Phone “fghjjddfbbggfgv!”

Yoongi could hardly contain his laughter at this point. He decided to play along.

Yoongi: “Is this your way of telling me you’re hungry? Should I bring you snacks?”

The phone buzzed again, and this time, Chang-min’s "message" was even more chaotic.

Text from: Y/N’s Phone “fjkhfgdhjfhfhk!!!”

Yoongi nearly snorted into his phone. This kid was too much. He could already picture Chang-min sitting there, giggling to himself, tapping the screen without any clue of what he was doing.

Yoongi: “Are you trying to make me laugh, Chang-min? Because it’s working.”

He set his phone down for a moment, shaking his head, a soft smile on his lips. Y/N would probably have a few choice words when she found out what her son had done. Still, Yoongi couldn’t help but love how sweet and innocent their relationship was becoming.

A few moments passed before another text popped up.

Text from: Y/N’s Phone “bbbvvbbbkjjjj!!!”

This one was a lot of b’s and v’s, but it was the final word that caught his attention.

Yoongi: “Chang-min, what is this? Is it a message for me?”

The reply came almost instantly.

Text from: Y/N’s Phone “yoongi!!!”

Yoongi’s smile widened, his heart warming at the thought that even in his toddler-like text form, Chang-min was reaching out to him. He didn’t expect anything serious or coherent, but it was adorable and meaningful in its own way.

Yoongi: “Aww, I see you, little guy. I think I might be falling for you, too.”

He chuckled to himself as he sat back in his chair. There was no need to rush things with Y/N and Chang-min. They were taking things slow, but this—this was a nice little moment he could cherish.

Soon enough, Y/N would come out of the shower, and Chang-min would hand her the phone, probably giggling about how much fun he had with Yoongi. But for now, Yoongi was content, knowing that even in the silliest of moments, they were becoming a family.

Just then, the phone buzzed one last time.

Text from: Y/N’s Phone “yoongi!!! bbbbbbbbbbvvv!!”

Yoongi smiled, shaking his head.

Yoongi: “I’ll take that as a ‘good night,’ Chang-min. I’ll see you soon.”

A few minutes later, Y/N stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel, looking at Yoongi’s message. Her eyes widened, and she laughed softly. “Chang-min…”

He looked up, innocent as ever, trying to hide the phone behind his back. Yoongi's heart swelled. This was the beginning of something beautiful.

JHope

Hoseok stood next to you, taking in the vibrant colors and intricate details of the art on the walls of the museum. You’d been so excited to finally plan this outing—something fun for all of you. But there was one little detail that kept stealing the attention in the room: So-mang.

Your two-year-old son had boundless energy, and a natural curiosity that seemed to make every corner of the museum irresistible. He tugged on your hand, then Hoseok’s, and squealed as he pointed at various exhibits.

"Eomma!! Look!" So-mang exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder as he darted toward a sculpture.

"Careful, baby," you called, your voice laced with a mix of affection and concern as So-mang’s tiny hands reached out to touch the cold marble.

Hoseok, who had been trying to subtly keep an eye on the little one while also admiring the artwork, chuckled softly to himself. It was clear So-mang’s enthusiasm was a force of nature.

“Hey, So-mang,” Hoseok said, his tone soft but steady. He knelt down to the boy’s level, his bright eyes full of warmth and patience. The boy stopped and looked up at him curiously, his little fingers still twitching toward the sculpture.

“So-mang,” Hoseok began gently, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder to steady him. “I know everything here is super cool, but you know what?” He paused for a moment, watching So-mang’s eyes grow even wider, waiting for the next part. “These things are really special, and we have to keep them safe by not touching them.”

So-mang frowned, looking at Hoseok’s hand on his shoulder before glancing back at the sculpture, then back to Hoseok. “Why?”

Hoseok’s smile widened as he leaned in just a little closer, lowering himself to the boy’s level. “Well, see, if we touch things here, they might break, and that wouldn’t be good. We want to keep them looking perfect, right?”

So-mang thought about it for a second. His bottom lip stuck out in a tiny pout, but his gaze softened. "Okay," he said with a resigned sigh, the two-year-old logic settling in.

Hoseok gently took his hand in his own, his fingers carefully wrapping around So-mang’s tiny palm. "Good job, So-mang. You’re doing great. Let's go look at the next one, okay?"

You watched from the side, your heart swelling with affection for Hoseok’s gentle approach with your son. His patience was already one of the many reasons you’d fallen for him. Hoseok was a natural when it came to interacting with So-mang, and you could see how much your little one adored him.

As the two of them walked on, So-mang’s hand tucked safely in Hoseok’s, you couldn’t help but smile. Hoseok was so caring, so kind—he already felt like part of the family.

"So-mang," Hoseok called over his shoulder with a playful grin, "How about we find something cool that we can touch?"

So-mang’s eyes lit up, and just like that, the moment of frustration had passed. The museum may have been filled with untouchable wonders, but with Hoseok by your side, the whole world felt like it was just within reach.

[lesmiix]

Hi! I love your work, you portray Hyunju's character beautifully!If it's not too much trouble, could you write a story about Hyunju and the reader, where the reader is reserved and doesn't like to show emotions?Thank you so much in advance! ❤️

ONE-SHOT: Unspoked, understood.

Hyun-ju x g/n!reader.

Summary: You're a very reserved person and it's really hard for you to open up to people. One day when you had too many emotions built up, you exploded.

Warnings: Panic attack.

a/n: I hope you guys like it! I just think it's a bit too short? idk

💗HYUN-JU REQUESTS ARE OPEN!💗

Your heart was beating non-stop. Fast. Hardly breathing. Your hands were shaking as you sat on the floor of your bedroom. Hyun-ju wasn't home yet, you knew she'd come soon. You tried to get up, but your knees didn't work, your head hurted, you felt dizzy.

You had terrible days at work. You had a half-time job as a waiter in a restaurant. It was well paid, your expiriences weren't that good, though. You always had to deal with rude customers who yelled at you in the face because there were not pickles in the burguer, because the food was too hot or in general, just because of stuff that weren't your fault.

Your friendships also were not the best. Everyone talked shit about everyone behind their backs and created group-chats without you, they made plans where you were not included in front of you.

You never talked about this with anybody, you didn't want to seem like a burden. So you kept everything for yourself, filling your soul with a darkness that couldn't escape.

You felt a hand on your shoulder. You slightly jumped.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you coming, I'm sorry." You rapidly dried your tears off, pushing yourself a bit away from her.

"What's wrong darling?" Hyun-ju softly asked.

"It's nothing, I'm sorry, I'm okay." You tried to get up, but your legs were too weak to keep you standing.

"Hey, breathe darling, breathe." She whispered, cupping her hand in your cheek. "Just like that."

"Hyun-ju, I said I'm fine, I'm sorry for this." You pushed away again, trying to seem strong, afrais of someone'd see you in your most vulnerable state.

You couldn't do anything else before the girl trapped you in her arms, hugging you tight agains her chest.

Tears started to run down your face, wetting her shirt. Small sobs came out your lips, hating how they sounded like, but feeling refief when you vent. No words nedded, just you, her, and her embrace. Maybe she was the little light that guided you in the darkness of your soul.

[minnietrys]

Chihiro

◯ Cho Hyun-ju x Gn!Reader

△ You join the games due to unexpected financial troubles, but you know someone familiar 

▢ short story of two baddies not confessing to each other but they will soon

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More of baddie hyunju because she has my heart :3 Wrote this while playing block blast! Also what if I wrote for daeho or se-mi or hear me out namgyu(player 124)

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You were in complete shock when you found out Hyunju was also roped into the same game as you. Just seeing her for the first time in 2 months and she is risking her life to help two guys cross the line in the first game.

You felt your blood boil because she hasn’t answered any of your calls or text in 2 months and now you suddenly see her here. But you couldn’t bring yourself to hate her. You knew what she going through but it just broke your heart that she pushed you away when all you wanted to do was help.

Though you knew this place wasn’t safe you couldn’t help but press that damn blue button you just wanted to be on her side. To get close to her. To talk to her. To understand her more. So you choose something you’re not sure you will regret.

“Hyunju” you say as you approach her. “Y/n, what are you doing here?!” She says in a rushed and shocked tone while grabbing you to see if your hurt.

Though she won’t admit it to you, well not yet anyway. She has always felt something more for you but was too scared to act upon it because of the fear of losing another person she loves.

Still in shock she continued, she just couldn’t understand why you’re here. For all she knows you’re the most financially stable person she knows. Hell you even gave her some money for surgery as a present.

“Why are you here?” She questions with a demanding tone.

“Well it’s not like you would know considering you basically went radio silent for 2 months until now.” You answer while trying your best to not yell or cry. “But um…my parents were caught in fraud so image were that led up for me…” you felt so ashamed everything your parent were doing was happening right under your nose and you had no idea.

Grabbing your chin forcing you to look at her “I know you probably feel really shitty and stupid but considering what happened today we need to get out of here.” “But yo—” “I know what we both voted for but now with me knowing your here I can’t help but feel guilty that I pressed a stupid button that can make me lose you”

Your heart started pounding. She cared for you. She really did. But you just wanted to know one thing

“Why did you cast me out? Why did you leave me? Why did you disappear when I needed you most?” Your questions felt like multiple knives to her heart that didn’t stop coming. Especially with the tear forming in your eyes. She not sure how much longer she can stand seeing you like this.

It hurts. She just wants it all to stop. Wished she could go back and fix what she did and if she did made you wouldn’t even be here in this awful place you both got yourself into.

All she could just do now is hug you. Hug you like she going to lose you. Because based off what happened she not sure what will be either of your life’s outcome. She doesn’t want to pull away from you not now nor does she think ever. She knew better than to push you away but she didn’t want you get hurt considering her debt and the threats she thought it was for the best.

By the time you both finally pulled apart it was time for dinner. But you can’t help but think about when Hyunju would stay over and make the best dinner for you. Oh what you would give to eat her food at this time.

Unfortunately for you the meal provided looked and smelled nothing like Hyunju cooking making you frown. “Hey, I promise when we get out I will make you 3 meals a day for 2 months straight because after this we probably need it” you couldn’t help but giggle at Hyunju statement.

“Hmm. I think we need to make that 2 months into maybe more. Because nothing can beat your cooking at all.” You say while poking at looking at the food disgusted. “You’re like a real house wife, wait maybe you can be my house wife.”

Hyunju thought about that a few times. The thought about you two being together and oh man it makes her feel like teenage girl getting a text from her crush. She just wants to giggle, blush and kick her feet at that thought.

“House wife? Aren’t you moving a bit too fast?” She questions while blushing. “Well it the less you can do, come on think about it. I beg.” You say with a fake pout. Oh what that pout does to her. She just wants to kiss..

Wait kiss? Wait she really likes that idea maybe when she does become your house wife she can peck you.

“Fine. I will think about but you have to sleep. Who knows what in for us tomorrow.” She sighs. It finally comes back to your mind where you were and you sigh wishing nothing more to be back at your place with Hyunju.

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This will most and likely be a series though I wanted it be a one shot I got other ideas while writing! So hopefully chihiro comes back with more soon

[svetamillss]

Hiii i love your hyunju headcanons so much!! if possible can you do more of the mommy ones, or more focused on her boobs? Like maybe how she found out she liked it and how it started and stuff like that?

Headcanons: she likes to be your mommy🫦

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f)

Warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, porn mentions, mommy kink.

A/N: More mommy Hun Ju, more!! Thank you for such a wonderful order!!

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🫦It all started after she had surgery on her breasts and did it so big that many girls could envy her size.

When Ju began to wear lace bras or tight dresses with shirts (in which she will definitely unbutton a couple of top buttons), you begin to stare at her huge breasts and give compliments.

- I would bury my face into your tits and never come out again. - At first this comment discouraged her, and then she wanted to hear similar phrases from you more and more.

🫦Looking at Hyun Ju, you might think she's a pretty shy girl, but she has too depraved scenes with you in her head. She literally became addicted to your words about her tits, as soon as she hears a compliment from you, her dick immediately hardens. She wants to hear more. Every day. Every hour. Every minute. She wants it. She deliberately dresses up for you openly, as long as you look and say what she wants so much.

🫦The last blow for her was when you gave her a blowjob. You trivially wanted to tease her, without thinking about the consequences at all.

- Does mommy like the way I suck her fat dick?

At first, Hyun Ju didn't pay much attention to your nickname out of excitement, but after she scrolled this phrase in her head several more times, she was literally ready to explode. Mommy. Your mommy. She wants to be her.

- God, I'm too dirty a pervert. - she said to herself, after every thought about how you call her mommy.

🫦Secretly from you, she started watching lesbian porn, where there were a lot of role-playing games, where the younger girl obeys the older one.

Ju picked up a few wishes for herself from these videos and planned to discuss with you and offer to do the same.

- Baby, I want to confess. I watched porn to gradually learn how to do lesbian sex with you. And I took some ideas from there. I've recently become addicted to your comments about my tits, and when you called me mommy... I'm ready to cum just because of this. - she was very embarrassed that she even stopped saying her opinion.

- No need to be shy, I'm pleased that I give you such emotions. Tell me what you want?

- Call me mommy and during sex..please.. play with my tits. I want you to suck them as my little child. - but after the last sentence, she was even more embarrassed that she was in a hurry to explain herself, thinking that you misunderstood. - I'm sorry that I'm such a pervert!! I just...

- Everything is fine, mommy. I will do anything to give you pleasure.

🫦After your conversation, you really began to call Ju mommy, almost everywhere and always, except for crowded places, after all, your girlfriend was still shy of such words in public, but at home, in correspondence, you had fun to the fullest.

During sex, you always suck Ju's tit. They are really very soft and amazing, and your bites and drool look very good on it. If your girlfriend could release milk from her breast, you would gladly drink only from her tits.

Now your mommy Ju gets orgasms much faster.

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[meadowfics]

meet me down on polk street

cho hyun-ju x f!woc!reader

part four here - this is part five - part six here

this is a series that is based in the united states in 1967. after coming out as a trans woman back in south korea, hyun ju moves far away to california and has met the girl who is the love of her life.. y/n l/n.

warnings: same ones as the last five chapters

the warm spring air of san francisco wrapped around you as you and hyun ju walked down polk street, the late afternoon sun glinting off the shop windows. 

after the whirlwind of the past twentyfour hours…meeting hyun ju, inviting her into your home, the intensity of last night, and the moment earlier at the motel. it felt grounding to just walk side by side, the city humming quietly around you.  

"so… there's this italian place i know," you began, glancing over at her. 

"nothing fancy, but the food's good, and they have those red-checkered tablecloths that make it feel like you’re in italy or something. i found it when i first moved here and come here sometimes, does that sound good?"  

hyun ju smiled softly, her hands tucked into the pockets of her vibrant skirt.  

"sounds perfect," she replied, her voice light, but there was a noticeable ease in her now that hadn’t been there before.  

she had changed after you got back from the motel…freshly showered, her dark hair still slightly damp and sat combed neatly over her shoulders. the korean’s outfit caught your eye as you walked together. the outfit details hyunju is wearing is stunning. 

she wore black heels, adding just enough elegance without being over the top. the colors popped against her smooth complexion, perfectly in tune with the spring of 1967… a bold, yet soft, statement.  

"you look very… winter turning into springtime," you commented, smiling.  

she looked down at her outfit, a small blush creeping to her cheeks. "i wasn’t sure if it was too much while changing."  

"no way," you laughed. 

"it’s perfect. you could walk into a magazine spread and no one would bat an eye."  

hyun ju chuckled, her shoulders relaxing even more.  

the woman loved dressing feminine, even though it scared her sometimes. she couldn’t back in korea and the outfits helped validate her.

the italian place wasn’t far…just around the block and down a quieter street. a wooden sign that read “giuseppe’s trattoria” swung gently in the breeze, its red and green paint faded but still charming.  

as you stepped inside, the aroma of garlic, basil, and baked bread filled the air. the place had that old-world charm…checkered tablecloths, wine bottles lined along the shelves, and a soft italian melody playing through the speakers. 

a kind-faced waiter led you to a small booth by the window, giving you both menus before disappearing with a promise to return for drinks.  

you settled in, your elbows resting lightly on the table, glancing at hyun ju as she looked around, soaking it all in.  

“so…” you began, raising your brows playfully, “tell me about yourself…where are you from, miss special forces?”  

she let out a soft laugh, her fingers gently tracing the edge of her menu.  

“gwangmyeong,” she replied. 

“it’s a small city in korea, not too far from seoul. i–uh– grew up there, spent most of my life moving between cities after joining the military.”  

“ahh,” you nodded. 

“so you’ve been on the move a lot.”  

“more than i wanted to be,” she admitted.  

you leaned in slightly, deciding to go first to make her feel more at ease.  

“well, i’m from norfolk, virginia,” you said, a smile tugging at your lips. 

“virginia is on the other side of the country but um… the beach was only five miles from my house. i used to ride my bike down there during summers, sit on the sand and only eat ice cream and fruit for hours.”  

hyun ju’s eyes lit up. 

“that sounds nice.”  

“it was,” you said, though there was a tinge of sadness behind your words. 

“my dad was a world war two vet, he served on the european side of the war, he being one of the only few non-white men there. my mom was a nurse stationed in france during the war too. they met there, actually.”  

“really?”  

“yep,” you chuckled. 

“i guess it was a classic war love story, somehow. she patched him up after a minor shrapnel injury, and somehow, that was it for him.”  

hyun ju smiled at that, the warmth in her eyes unmistakable.  

“they got married after he got honorably discharged,” you continued, “moved back to my dad’s home virginia. dad worked in the shipyards, and mom became a housewife. typical, i guess. they had my sister in 1942 and me in 1944.”  

“you’re… twenty-three?” hyun ju guessed, her eyes narrowing slightly in thought.  

“january, ‘44,” you confirmed with a grin.  

“ha! i’m older than you,” she said, leaning back in her seat, her smile playful. 

“december ‘41.”  

you gasped dramatically. 

“oh no! i’ve invited a much older woman into my home!”  

hyun ju snorted, laughing genuinely, the sound making your heart flutter in your chest.  

“careful,” she teased, “i was a sergeant, remember? show some respect.”  

you blinked in surprise. 

“wait what!? you didn’t tell me you were a *sergeant!”  

she smirked, a glint of pride in her eyes. 

“i did say i moved up the ranks.”  

“but sergeant?” you pressed, placing your hand over your chest mockingly. 

“i didn’t realize i was living with someone so… authoritative.”  

you kept that in mind for later late night activities with hyunju in the future.. 

hyun ju chuckled, her shoulders shaking slightly. 

“you’ll get used to it.”  

the conversation flowed easily, the nerves from earlier fading into the background.  

“so, i remember you said back in the bar that you were discharged before vietnam?” you asked gently.  

hyunju smile faltered slightly but didn’t fade completely.  

“yeah,” she said, her voice softer now. 

“they were going to send me over, but i…” she hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “i got discharged before that could happen.”  

you noticed she didn’t elaborate on the details, and you didn’t push.  

“probably for the best after seeing the news footage from over there,” you offered, your voice gentle.  

she nodded, her fingers drumming lightly on the table.  

“yeah. probably.”  

the waiter returned with your food, setting the plates down carefully…your lettuce-wrapped burger and fries, and hyun ju’s fruit salad with a bright, colorful smoothie.  

“enjoy, ladies,” he said with a smile before walking off. 

hyunju had a great blush on her face, knowing that the man validated her identity. 

you picked up a fry, dipping it in ketchup.  

“you’re really eating that?” you teased, eyeing her fruit salad.  

she raised an eyebrow, lifting a forkful of sliced mango. 

“what’s wrong with fruit?”  

you popped the fry into your mouth, smirking. 

“nothing. just seems too… healthy. ha i’m kidding, i’m kidding!”  

hyun ju chuckled, taking a bite.  

for a while, the two of you ate in comfortable silence, the hum of the restaurant and soft italian music filling the space between you.  

it felt easy.  

it felt right.  

like you had known her longer than just a single night.  

as you took another bite of your burger, you caught her staring…not in a way that felt invasive, but soft. curious.  

“what?” you asked, smiling through a mouthful.  

she shook her head gently, a small smile tugging at her lips.  

“just… this is nice,” she admitted. you felt warmth spread through your chest, and you couldn’t help but agree.  

“yeah,” you said softly, meeting her gaze. “it really is.”  

the soft clinking of silverware continues, but for a moment, all you could hear was your heartbeat. hyun ju had just asked about your older sister that you briefly mentioned in the last conversation…so casually, so gently…but it was enough to make your chest tighten.  

she noticed the way your expression shifted, the way your shoulders tensed, and immediately, her lips parted in regret.  

“you don’t have to talk about her,” she said quickly, her voice soft, laced with concern.  

you shook your head, offering a small, tight-lipped smile.  

“no… it’s okay.” you hesitated for a moment before continuing, “her name’s amanda. we used to be close… really close, actually. we grew up doing everything together. she was only a grade above me in school so we had more opportunities to do things together.”  

hyun ju set down her fork, giving you her full attention, her dark eyes soft but attentive.  

“however, she didn’t go to college after high school like i did. she married her high school sweetheart, joseph, right after graduation.” you let out a dry chuckle, pushing your fries around on the plate. 

“to the family, that was the better choice. the traditional one since according to my dad, the world is ‘turning into a bunch of hippies.’”  

hyun ju’s brow furrowed slightly, sensing the sting behind your words.  

“when i told my parents i was going to virginia tech…especially after the school started to finally integrated black and ‘colored’ people into their schools…my mom was secretly happy for me. she would tell me and i could see the joy in her eyes,” you smiled at the memory, but it faded fast. 

“but my dad? he wondered if it was too risky. said something like, ‘college women aren’t preferable to a lot of men.’”  

you rolled your eyes at the thought, the sting of those words still lingering after all these years.  

“that was before i even realized i was gay. before i could understand why i didn’t care what men thought of me. i remember cringing at the idea of marrying a man. it felt wrong. it always had… but anyways…”  

your gaze drifted to the window, watching the soft sway of tree branches in the spring breeze.  

“now, though?” you smiled softly, your heart fluttering with the thought. 

“i can actually picture it…getting married. maybe not the big white dress or all that, but… standing there with someone who really sees me. who loves me.”  

you caught hyun ju’s gaze, her expression unreadable but her eyes so soft, so gentle, like she could see into your thoughts.  

maybe it could be her, you thought for a brief moment, feeling the warmth spread through your chest.  

the heaviness of the conversation pulled you back.  

“anyway,” you sighed, “things changed with amanda. we were treated like equals until i decided to do something different. going to college made me the outsider. and when… when i was outed by jane…” your throat tightened at the memory. 

“amanda was the only one who wasn’t outright cruel, she didn’t call me slurs or make disgusted faces at me but she stuck by her husband, joseph, who said all sorts of disgusting things about me.”  

you could still hear his voice in your mind…muttering under his breath at family dinners, calling you slurs when he thought no one could hear.  

“after i got my degree in social work, i ran. didn’t tell anyone where i was going, not even amanda. she's probably upset at me, but i do not know how she is doing anymore..”  

you felt hyun ju’s gaze linger on you, and when you looked up, her frown deepened, her eyes filled with something unspoken.  

“that sounds… familiar,” she murmured, her voice soft.  

you tilted your head, giving her a knowing smile, “you ran away too.”  

she nodded, her fingers playing with the edge of her napkin, “to find somewhere safer. somewhere better.”  

the connection between you thickened, almost tangible.  

“and now you’re here in one of the friendliest-ish cities for gay people,” you whispered.  

“and so are you.”  

the silence between you was no longer heavy…it was comforting, like the unspoken understanding between two people who had carried the same kind of pain for too long. after finishing your meals, hyun ju quietly reached for the bill, sliding it toward her before you could protest.  

“hey—” you started.  

she shook her head, smiling, “my treat.”  

you smiled, letting her.  

as the two of you stepped back out onto the sidewalk, the sky had shifted into soft shades of pink and purple, the sun dipping low behind the city’s skyline. the cool breeze rustled through your coat as you wrapped your arm around hyun ju’s waist, feeling her arm snake around yours in return.  

the streets were quieter now, the city winding down for the evening. as you turned onto polk street, you noticed the familiar line forming outside the black cat bar. the neon sign flickered to life, casting its soft pink glow on the sidewalk.  

you slowed for a moment, glancing at hyun ju. she looked back at you, and without saying a word, the two of you shared a silent agreement.  

not tonight.  

tonight, you just wanted to go home.  

you both passed the bar, the laughter and music growing faint as you made your way back to your apartment. the place you guys met just 24 hours before can wait another evening.

when you finally reached your porch, you stopped, taking in the moment…the soft glow of the streetlights, the way her arm still rested gently around your waist, the ease you felt just being next to her.  

nothing was said.. but the heated feelings lingered in the air, filling the quiet space between you with something sweet, and something real.  

next part will be linked here

[midnight--sadness]

So I've seen a number of anons bring up potential Gi-hun pregnant during the second games scenarios, but I think for maximum comedy he should have zero idea he is pregnant and randomly go into labor either during or in between one of the games.

Gi-hun, during the search for the Frontman, slept with "Young-il" nine months before, who claimed he was grieving the death of his wife and unborn child. Really, In-ho wanted to see Gi-hun, and one thing led to another. So when they "run into each other" at the second games, it seems like a massive coincidence.

Gi-hun has been displaying some strange symptoms like nausea and stomach pains and the occasional odd food craving that he has dismissed because of his stubbornness and determination to stop the games. Plus, the thought that he is pregnant just never even occurs to him because he is not showing because he has not eaten much or rested and simply because he believes he is far too old to worry about such things anymore. So when his waters break at the second games, it is a big "what the f*ck" moment for all parties.

I would love to imagine how In-ho reacts, but I have already taken up a lot of space 😂

this is soo gihun 😭😭😭😭 this would definitely happen to him vnienkgv

sometimes he feels some fluttering in his stomach but he just thinks it's something bad he ate, neverming that he never actually eats anything 🙄

i'm trying to think of the funniest moment he could go into labor and it's either as he is about to vote on the games or when they are playing mingle or the pentathlon.

let's say it's during mingle.

they have just crammed ten of themselves into the room and the shaman is yelling like a maniac and inho is staring creepily at gihun and gihun is bent over, clutching his stomach and watching the remaining players be gunned down outside.

his abdomen is cramping and his hips and lower back ache really back but he thinks it's the physical stress of the game and the result of not eating anything while being nauseous all the time. again, pregnancy flies right over his head because he. is. old.

the labour is one of those that is super quick!

gihun is still watching through the door slit when he feels something wet down his legs and he looks down to find his pants are wet.... daeho of course, would ask if he is okay and jungbae would chuckle that he peed his pants but gihun is just horrified and geumja is like "that doens't look like pee 🤨"

and gihun curls up in pain, holding his abdomen and inho is like "are u pregnant? 😟" and gihun says no, that's impossible... except that they had sex nine months. his contractions are worse and everyone is freaking out and the door won't open!!!! and inho feels like he is about to pass out bc what do u mean he's having another kid????

gihun has the baby right in that room, there isn't even time to get anyone out. junhee has a lovely preview of herself within the following month and daeho can't look gihun in the eye bc he's seen ALL of him. jungbae immediately claims to be the baby's fav uncle and geumja is admonishing gihun for not noticing that he is pregnant. of course, hyunju, our queen, held gihun's hand through the whole thing and let him yell at anyone he wanted, particularly inho 🥰

OR - he has the baby during the night while everyone is in the dormitory asleep