#SUN JAE IS KNOCKED OUT

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LOVELY RUNNER (2024, SOUTH KOREA)

Episode 6

Post 1

Crying because of grannie's onions Im Sol (KIM HYE YOON) is misunderstood by crush Sun Jae (BYEON WOO SEOK) who believes she's crying over her break up. And drinking.

In efforts to get her to turn to him the two scuffle.

And Im Sol's older brother Im Geum (SONG JI HO) also misunderstands and sets out to protect his little sister.

Poor Sun Jae...oops.

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Room Secrets

Tw: Smut/Sexual content

(Hii this is my first tumblr post/writing I hope whoever reads this enjoys. I thought this man was toooo fine, and needed more stories, if there are any spelling mistakes I am sorry english is not my first language. I also appreciate feedback just please don't be mean!!)

Kwon Jae-Sun, ever since my team Miyagi do & I got to the Sekai Taikai he was a prick. He was Cobra Kai's captain so of course he'd be an ass. Any chance to try and start a fight he'd take it, any chance for a snarky remark he'd take it, he was an asshole, and to piss me off more he'd make flirtatious comments, and send me winks here and there, but I never took him seriously. I hated him, hated his team, hated how he fought, hated how he always had a stupid smirk on his face, hated his attractive accent, hated how his hair was cute, spiky, and perfectly framed his face. I hated his face, his really good looking face that was hard to look away from. I hated him, but it was hard to deny, and say that he wasn't hot cuz God was he hot.

After all teams had been announced they told us to gather at the aquarium for something like a "field trip" so we'd all get to know each other and make "friends". Did they think that would actually work when all we want is to rip each other's heads off? It was so boring, but eventually everyone could depart. I'm walking around, and hear a couple of cheers and laughs, as i'm about to walk in, the crowd dies down, and people start walking out. I decided to wait for my team to walk out since everyone was leaving, and lucky me to see Kwon walk out and walk up to me.

"Hey princess if you need place to sleep feel free to come knock on my door now that I have your friend's room" he said it with a dumb grin on his face. "What are you talking about?" you asked annoyed and confused written all over your face. "Ask your loser teammates who can't kick" he starts walking away but right before that, he leans into your ear, you feel his breath on your cheek sending a shiver down your body as he whispers "and i'm not joking about the room sweetheart" you could hear the dumb smirk in his voice. "In your dreams" you say with a snarl, "every night" he whispers again, with that he walks off with a wink and smug look on his face. You start to picture some questionable images with what Kwon said, but you know you shouldn't, and quickly stop yourself, you bite your cheek and start looking for your friends.

You walk up to your defeated looking team in a small huddle. Robby looking the most disappointed and Miguel having an "I told you so" face. "Hello?? what happened, and why is Kwon walking out with your room keys??" You glare at each of them searching for an answer. Demetri speaks up "Robby here gambled our room over a stupid kicking competition". "I'm sorry okay!" Robby exclaimed defeatedly. "Okay well whatever happened get over it no distractions, you can stay in the girls room, just don't be idiots next time, c'mon" I tried to be positive but hated that now i'd have to share a room with four extra people.

It was time to sleep now after the guys brought in their things, found a way to fit themselves on the floor, and had an argument that made me want to kick their heads off. I lay awake in bed, I couldn't sleep, thoughts and nerves racing through my mind. There was something else though, I was trying my hardest to ignore it, my hardest to shake it out of my mind. That spiky hair, those bold black eyes, him in that compression shirt that hugged his figure. "Stop it" I thought to my self, it wasn't right to think about him like that, he was on the rival team, he was in Cobra Kai.

I get up and walk to the restroom, my eyes sting a bit from the brightness, I put cold water on my face trying to ignore every thought. I know I won't be able to sleep, and suddenly I remember something from earlier. "If you need a place to sleep feel free to come knock on my door". "No I can't do that" I thought to myself. Plus he was joking, then you remembered his words "and i'm not joking about the room sweetheart". No there's no way, he couldn't actually be serious...right? I mean we hated each other.

I hated myself for what I was doing, I knew this was wrong, I wanted to punch myself for this, but I couldn't get myself to stop or turn around, or even think right about what the hell I was doing. Maybe I should just go back to my room, but I was too close and tired to go back now. I'm standing in front of his door, or what I hoped was his since he won both. I prayed that I wouldn't embarrass myself more if his teammate was in this one.

I lightly knocked on the door, after a few seconds I convinced myself that maybe he or whoever was behind the door was asleep. Plus my fear was telling me that I should just go back, as I'm about to turn I hear the door knob move. I almost shit myself as the door opens, and there I see him, black sweats, red shirt, wet hair, God looking hot as ever. Water was dripping from his neck into his shirt sticking to his chest, and the water dripping down his veiny buff arms were not helping my imagination either, he honestly looked lick-able.

"I'm so stupid why am I here"?? I mentally yelled at myself. "Hey princess my bad I was getting out of shower when you knocked". "It's okay I was about to go back, I figured you were asleep since it's late" I say with a light smile. He returns a really faint smile saying " No, I practiced with Kreese for a few extra hours that's why". "Oh okay, well I should go, you must be tired, and I'm sorry if I bothered I just-". He cuts me off and with a smirk says "I wasn't joking when I said you could come to the room you know?, so don't worry. I am not tired, I train hard everyday, harder than your team could ever imagine". I scoff and roll my eyes, God he is always a cocky asshole, "okay well if you weren't joking I do need a place to sleep, I can't seem to shake any thoughts and nerves away". "Why princess you can't stop thinking of me"?, I scoff "Yeah you wish, now can I come in before somebody sees us".

"Yes ma'am" he says with a light chuckle opening the door wide enough for me to walk in, God I hated him, but I can't deny that made me feel something. I'm walking in and surprisingly it was really neat, I feel his eyes burn holes into my back as I keep walking. He closes the door and I hear it lock, I start feeling nervous, it gets quiet, but not awkward. I walk to the bed on the right, I get on the side to the nightstand, and set my phone down. I turn to ask him a question, not realizing how close he was, our bodies basically pressing together. My breath hitches, we make eye contact and I instantly look away trying to remember what I was going to ask "Um s-so-" he leans in and I feel his breath on my face as he towers over me. "What's wrong are you nervous"? he smirks and whispers as if we're not the only ones in the room.

I try to keep my composure but it's so difficult when he's only a few inches away from my face. "N-no" God why'd I have to stutter, I mentally palm my face. I look up at him and he knows I'm nervous, I want to wipe that smirk off his dumb hot face, he starts talking "Okay well we should go to sleep" he starts to turn. I know I shouldn't, I know it's dumb, and we're rivals, but I couldn't help myself. We were here, alone, no one had to know so why not. I hated him, but I couldn't deny how attractive he was, and the things he made me feel.

Before he makes a full turn I grab the edge of his sweatpants and lightly pull him back, "wait". He looks at me with a blend of curiosity, and confusion on his face. "Is something wrong"? he asks. I slowly let go of his sweats "Um no I was just thinking that um, I don't know uh" I was trying to get the confidence to say it but it was too hard to think with him staring at me waiting for my answer. "Whatever you need to say, say it" he says with a hint of concern. "Why'd you invite me to come here? I mean we've both been nothing but rude and snarky to each other. We basically hate each other" I say it with concern, and speed trying to get it all out without getting nervous.

He chuckles, and gets even closer to me, he grabs my chin making me look up at him, "I do not hate you, not one bit, yeah I like to mess with you, because it is cute to see you get all mad at me". I open my mouth to say something but he cuts me off "I invite you here because we can be alone, no senseis, no teams to bother us. Of course if you want to sleep then we will, and if you want something else we can do that too" that last sentence was laced with something else like he wanted me to pick the something else. I wanted it yes, but I was too afraid to say it, and yes we're alone, but part of me felt like I was betraying my team.

I ignored my thoughts, and quickly worked up a bit of courage "I want the something else" I whispered with not as much confidence as him, "okay, and what would that be"? he said it like a question, but I knew he knew. "Our senseis and teams would kill us you know"? I reminded him, but honestly I wasn't sure if I cared anymore. He moves his hand from my chin and cups my cheek "You think I care what they do? I've wanted you since I saw you walk in to the Sekai Taikai, I needed you since then". Hearing him say that made me snap, in that moment all my fear, and all thoughts about karate disappeared. "Kwon kiss me" I grip the collar of his shirt, and he grabs my hips with his other hands. Our lips clash, the kissing is slow at first, gentle, his lips are soft and I don't want to ever stop . Slowly we start to speed up, breathing is getting harder but neither of us wants to stop first. We pull apart for a second, our foreheads against each other's, we start to catch our breaths he looks at me and whispers "are you sure you want to do this?" "I'm sure".

With that we press our lips back together, he picks me up my legs wrap around his torso, I grab the back of his hair and tug a bit. He moans and slips his tongue in my mouth, he's holding both my legs with his arms and moves us to his bed. I'm now straddling him still playing with his hair, he moves his hands to the end of my shirt and slowly pulls it off of me. I move a bit back admiring him as he pulls off his red shirt. His biceps flexing as he pulls his shirt fully off of his head. I can feel him hard underneath his sweats, and I start to grind on him, I hear him groan as he starts unclipping my bra and helps me take it off. He flips us over and cups my cheek, he looks at me with a sweet, and hungry look in his eyes "you're so beautiful" he whispers to me and gives me a peck on the lips, he starts to kiss on my neck sending shivers down my body.

I had no idea what to say, he looked so good, and I wanted him to destroy me "thank you" he then stops and says "if you ever want to stop say it okay?" "okay I will". He starts to lick and kiss down my stomach, while making eye contact with me. I look away getting nervous. "Look at me, if you don't look I stop" his accent, the way he was looking at me God I could feel myself getting wetter. He licked right above where my underwear starts, Kwon grabs my legs opening them wider, and licks my pussy through my underwear. He chuckles "You're so wet I can taste it through your underwear", he comes back up and starts kissing me aggressively, I taste myself on his tongue. I feel him grind on me through my underwear, I want to feel more of him so I start tugging on his sweats signaling him to take them off. He starts kicking them off, and I return to running and tugging my fingers in his hair, I pull him closer, I feel his dick through his boxers, and it's lightly grinding on my throbbing clit through my underwear. "Fuck" is all I'm able to muster taking a quick second to breathe before he pushes his lips back onto mine. One of his hands plays with my nipple pinching and rolling it in a fast motion, while the other starts to pull my underwear down, I pick my hips up so he's able to fully slip them off.

We pull away to catch our breath, "P-please Kwon" I'm basically begging him he knew what I wanted, but he wasn't going to give it to me so soon. He's still rolling my hard nipple getting me wetter, I'm probably leaking on his bed, he starts sucking on my right boob and licking my nipple while looking into my eyes. All of a sudden I feel Kwon open my legs and he starts going down again, but not before he sucked on my left nipple, and rubbed on the other, it felt so good I picked my hips up grinding on him, "You are so cute, so needy". He pushed my hips down and started to kiss around my pussy sucking on my thighs, and then sucking on my pussy lips. "Mmm" I start to whine, "Kwon I need more please", "You'll get what you want princess be patient" I can feel him smirk into my pussy.

I'm about to whine again when I suddenly feel his tongue inside me. I gasp "oh my god Kwon", he starts to move his tongue in and out, "d-deeper please" I whine, and he does just that, I start to grind on his face while he's tongue fucking me. He starts hitting my g-spot and I can feel my legs start to tremble. Kwon pulls out his tongue and moves up to my clit he slowly starts to lick, and suck on it. I hear and feel him moan into my pussy, it sends a vibration through my body, he goes back to sucking on my clit, slowly teasing me when he knew what I wanted. "Look at me and tell me what you want", he then gets his two fingers and starts circling my pussy hole, I can feel his fingers playing with my wetness. "I-I want m-more, I want you to make me cum". His eyes turn dark and he smiles with a look of confidence, "Yes ma'am" he starts to slowly stick his two fingers in my hole, stretching me, it felt so good, I could feel my legs starting to shake again.

With his other hand he grips my thigh and widens it more "look at this pussy taking my fingers so well" he chuckles and starts to go faster curling his fingers, he then moves down bringing his tongue to my clit circling it. I feel him start to slowly suck on my clit while his fingers continue to abuse my hole, he's making eye contact with me as he continues to suck. I start to grind on his face, he starts to suck faster, my legs, are now on top of his shoulders, my legs start shaking, and a knot starts forming in my stomach. I can feel him smirk while he sucks, and I can't help but squeeze his head with my thighs. That doesn't make him stop as he starts to finger me harder, he's groaning into my pussy, the knot in my stomach only growing stronger.

I open my legs again, Kwon pulls his face away from my clit, switching his gaze between my eyes and my pussy. I'm grinding on his fingers as he starts going even faster, my pussy clenches on his fingers, and he knows that I'm close. My back starts arching, I can't control my body anymore, I'm shaking, I can barely form a sentence let alone a word. "K-kwon I'm so c-close oh my god" I feel so out of breath, and my voice is shaky I can't control myself. Kwon gets his other hand and grips my neck, the knot in my stomach almost snaps. "I know you are close, c'mon princess don't be shy". He curls his fingers adding a third, and going even faster, I moan so loud I pray these walls are sound proof. "HOLY SHIT" my whole body starts shaking and Kwon is still gripping my neck forcing me to keep my eyes on his, he shows no signs of stopping.

I feel the knot in my stomach snap, it all feels so good, I start seeing stars, my legs are shaking, I try my hardest to calm down, but it's all so much and Kwon is still going. "I'm not stopping till you let it all out" he pulls me in and starts kissing me. I try to kiss back but he's winning and I can barely move my lips, the kiss is sloppy and heated. He hasn't stopped his fingers, and I keep moaning, I feel another release as he lets go of my neck and starts rubbing circles on my clit. I feel myself finishing again but this time it's messier as I'm squirting and all my juices are landing all over his stomach, all on his arm. Part of me was embarrassed and wanted to stop but it felt too good, and I could tell Kwon was really enjoying this. I feel the shaking start to slow down, my breathing slowly going back to normal. Kwon starts to pull his fingers out, and gives me a light kiss, he then gives me a small smile and asks "are you okay?". I slowly catch my breath and return a smile "I've never been better", he gets up and goes to the bathroom getting a towel so we could both get cleaned up.

When he returns we start to clean, and I put my pjs back on with his help, as I'm about to walk to the other bed he stops me by picking me up. He carries me to the other bed even tho it was only like 3 feet away. I simply laugh as he sets me down, and hands me a bottle of water, "It is a good thing I beat your friends and got the extra room so we could have this bed to sleep in". I laugh and roll my eyes "I guess it was", we both start to get cozy and settle under the covers, I use his arm as my pillow. Before going to sleep and turning the lights off we talk for a bit, both our voices start to get low, and we could feel the sleepiness taking over. "If our teams ever find out we're dead" I told him followed by a yawn. "I know, but I do not care" said with a hint of seriousness and playful tone. Before deciding it's time to sleep you look at him and say "goodnight Kwon, and good luck tomorrow cuz I'm kicking your ass, you better not go easy on me" you give him a light smile as you start to settle and close your eyes.

As you feel yourself fading into your sleep you hear Kwon give a light chuckle and reply "Goodnight princess, you too" he gives you a small kiss on the forehead, and with that turns the light off.

[mondstalgia]

BL ships that I will never forget:

In a few weeks it's gonna be 14 years of obsessing over queer media, especially BL, so here are the ships always on my mind in no particular order.

Arata & Shingyouji (Takumi-kun Series 4: Pure, 2010): Listen the Takumi-kun Series from 2007 to like 2011 was my life as a (pre-)teen. In hindsight really sketchy but anyway haha. Those two really caught my eye back then though (especially their racy kisses) and I was happy they got their own bigger part in one of the movies.

Evan & Isak (Skam Season 3, 2016): Was there a queer European teen that wasn't obsessed with this season of Skam? I remember re-watching it so many times I could recite their text without speaking Norwegian. Plenty of beautiful Skam universe parallel couples out there but these two will remain the iconic blueprint.

ChenAi (Kiseki: Dear to me, 2023): Almost unfair to put them on here but seeing how I haven't been able to think about any other ship every single day for the last 3 months, I feel like it's justified. They just have everything I want and need to get hyperfixated on.

Seiryo & Yuzuru (Seven Days, 2015): Oh my, the way I loved this silly concept and how funny it was yet they managed to get me all emotionally involved in the span of two movies? Insane chemistry and just..everything I needed back then. Especially since it was then one of the very few BL's I saw without a sad ending.

KornKnock (Bad Romance 2016, Together With Me 2017 - 2018): Listen, plot wise Manner of Death is the absolute height to me but when it comes to MaxTul I will never forget them as Korn and Knock in these series. Forever grateful to all the fanvids that led me to finding my BL fathers. Chemistry forever out of this world. Also shout out to Yiwha, best female character in any BL and my wife.

WinTeam (Until We Meet Again 2019, Between Us 2023): The couple that made me aware of what second lead syndrome was because I waited so long for more of them, it felt eternal. I don't think I will ever get tired of these two.

VegasPete (KinnPorsche, 2022): Who said I couldn't like a toxic ship? These two took me by surprise, I didnt even know they were going to be a ship in the series. Definitely acknowledging how fucked up they are yet at the same time it's the forst toxic ship that really got me. I love them, in my own weird way.

HaoGu (HIStory 3: Make Our Days Count, 2019): I mourned them like I have mourned no other couple. I should have known from the title but they really lead me astray. My beautiful boys, the star crossed lovers. They still get me emotional now, I might go cry now.

Hira & Kiyoi (Utsukushii Kare, 2021 - 2023): Before ChenAi there were Hira and Kiyoi who absolutely owned my heart. I love how misunderstood by BL fans they were who claimed their toxicity. Meanwhile I simply love how weird their relationship is and getting to see a real Tsundere in action. I'm obsessed with them.

Honourable Mention: Kim Jae Wook as Min Sun Woo in Antique Bakery, 2008. The very first gay character I saw in Korean media. Forever iconic, forever in my heart.

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Masterlist

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: A lot of you were wanting a DNA test for Helaenas kids after the last chapter hehe.... whelp.... would it make you feel better if I told you he was gentle with her?

Chapter 21: Dragonstone

The trip back to Dragonstone was long and tiresome. You rode on Sȳndor the entire way, alongside your father on Caraxes.

The sun was low in the sky when you had left, and you did not arrive until the sun had risen once more, peeking up above the clouds, chased away by the moon. 

You circled around the volcanic island, the high cliffs covered in a soft pillow of fog and smoke. Endless rolls of green layered the grounds, the grass gently swaying in the breeze.

You felt an air of relief once you landed, Sȳndor’s large heavy wings beating against the air to softly descend on Dragonstone. The great dragon bowed gently to the grassy hill to assist you sliding down from his back.

An ache spread through your body as your legs finally touched down. The journey sitting and holding on tight was tiresome, but worth every moment. Soaring high above the clouds, gazing at the many stars and constellations soothed your grief and rage inside you. 

For you, flying was an escape. You felt safe atop the pitch black dragon and free from all your worries and troubles. Flying made you laugh and smile, and as you grew it was your favourite past time. Some days you would spend the entirety in the air, pointlessly flying before having to turn home to allow him to rest, and you to eat.

You stretched your arms up high, letting out a long groan as you felt your stiff muscles pull, and joints click. Caraxes’ high squeal pierced your ears as your father landed not far away from you.

Sȳndor let out a loud purr as you brushed your hand against his neck, scratching the scales lovingly, whilst whispering praises to him for his safe journey home. 

As the Rogue Prince dismounted The Red Wyrm, its long neck and head turned towards him to nuzzle gently at his side, almost knocking your father from his balance. 

“Gīda, Caraxes.” (Calm, Caraxes.) Daemon cooed, roughly patting at its neck.

Caraxes let out a chirping purr. 

Walking towards you, the tall Prince cracked his neck to the side, stretching out his spine. 

“Skorkydoso glaesā tala?” (How are you daughter?) He asked, voice smooth.

“Jaes, ēdrugī. Mazeman ziry iksā qubykta tepagon iksā iā uēpa vala.” (Gods, tired. I take it you are worse given you are an old man.) You joked, coming to his side as you both began to walk up the long winding path to the entrance, Sȳndor taking flight behind you to rest upon Dragonmont.

“Uēpa vala?” (Old man?) He asked incredulously, “Eminna ao gīmigon bona bisa uēpa vala-“ (I will have you know that this old man-).

“Io bisa iksis jāre naejot sagon iā vestriarzir nūmāzma skorkydoso īlē konīr lēda se Ēlie Vali…” (If this is going to be a story about how you were there with the First Men…) You trailed off, giving Daemon a cheeky smile.

His hand swiftly comes up to gently swat at the back of your head, a loud giggle bursting from your mouth as your tucked yourself under his arm, walking side by side.

“Ao nektogon nyke sīr trūmirī. Nyke jāre naejot ivestragon aōha muña bona emā brōztagon nyke uēpa.” (You cut me so deeply. I’m going to tell your mother that you called me old.”

“Muña jorrāelagon ao kesrio syt iksā uēpa, kępa.” (Mother likes you because you are old, father.) You smirked.

His large hand squeezes your side roughly, causing you to squeak out.

“Such a mean girl you are. How did my daughter ever become so cruel?” 

“I suppose it must be all your fault, given my father is the Rogue Prince.” 

The winding path is high, clouds below restricting you from looking down to the cliffs and ocean below.

The castle of Dragonstone sits high atop a cliff from an erupted volcano, crashing waves burst below it on the sides. In comparison to the Red Keep in King's Landing, Dragonstone was more of a military base.

Inside the stone walls, there are no tapestries donning the walls, no golden paints and red banners. Its interior is rough like the cliffs it was built upon, sharp and dark in some places whilst others smooth as the water below it.

Large intricate carvings adorned the walls inside and out. Large stone Dragons sat perched on almost every corner and wall, their smooth sculpted bodies protruding from all sides.

Compared to the Red Keep, its design was almost volatile, though the stoneworks and masonry were far beyond any others within the Seven Kingdoms, the skill lost in Old Valyria. 

You entered through two large steel doors.

On each side, two stone Dragons heads sat at the entrance, their size almost of your own Dragon. Dragonstone guards opened the large doors, pulling them wide as you and your father walked through, arm in arm.

“Ah,” He breathed, as you walked through the rough walls of the corridor, “Home.”

Large torches lined the walls to guide your path inside. The never ending corridors twisting and turning until finally you came to the Chamber of the Painted Table.

The large stone table sat in the middle of the room, on it a carved map of the Kingdoms. You had fond memories of your father and mother lighting the table up with candles beneath, telling you tales of all the lands. The bright names of the Houses looked up at you, the rivers and oceans looking ablaze with flames. 

Walking to the side of the room your father sat heavily upon a chair burying his head into his hands, sighing as he did. 

“Are you okay, father?” Concern laced your voice as you walked to stand in front of him.

He leans a hand on the arm of the chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leans heavily.

“I suppose I should speak to you now before the others arrive.” He sighed, head still in his hand.

“About what?” 

Anxiety spiked within you.

“Don’t play coy. You know why we must speak.” He grunted, shifting to lean his head fully on his hand, piercing purple eyes looking into yours.

You squirmed under his gaze, waiting for him to continue. 

“How long?” He asks, watching you sharply.

You furrow your brows at him, “How long?”

“Have you been courting Aemond.” His tone is sharp.

Your mouth goes dry, “I’m not,” You stumble over your words, “I haven’t…” You’re lost for words.

The Rogue Prince leant his head against the back of the chair, sighing deeply once more, before looking down his nose at you. Even seated he almost towers above you. 

“You expect me to believe that with the way he stares at you with his lone eye? His gaze follows your every step.”

���Yes, you are to believe me. When have I ever lied to you? I am not courting Aemond.”

“I could not care less about who you fuck y/n, I have no quarrels with you seeking pleasure.” Your fathers voice was impatient, “Though you need to be careful.”

“I-“ You shake your head, “Careful?”

“Yes. I’m sure you may be familiar with Moon Tea?”

“Moon Tea? Father, I have not laid with him!” Your patience began to wear thin, “I am still a maiden, not that it is your business to know.”

He watches you carefully, eyes scanning your face. A gentle grunt escaped his lips as he leant forward to hold your hands. 

“The people of the realm do not take kindly to bastards birthed by royal wombs. There is a reason we are living here and not at the Red Keep.” 

“Father I swear to you, I am not courting Aemond.”

“Do you love him?”

You sniff, straightening your back, pushing down all feelings of grief and rage within you. Shame tried to claw its way up your throat but you push it down.

If you told the Rogue Prince, you knew that war would rage. 

“No.” You replied, voice short.

Your fathers hands still held yours firmly, as his eyes searched your face.

“I may be an old man, but I know there is more to this than you let on.”

“Enough! How could I ever love someone who has tormented me and my brothers for years? Who hates our very existence? Who calls us bastards? A man who continues the vile whispers at Court? How could I ever give my heart to someone like that?” You snap at him, a small burst of anger spilling away from you uncontrollably.

“Sometimes we don’t understand our heart. It can choose the worst choice for us. To do something so wrong; to love something so pure, that you know you will surely taint it, but you would betray everything, even your own brother to seek it out.” 

His face was soft.

You felt tears begin to swell in your eyes. Sniffling you looked down at the floor, your vision blurring. “He is cruel, and unkind. I do not love him.”

“Yet, you mourn him.”

“I mourn who he was.” You snapped. “He was a sweet boy, kind, and caring. Nothing but gentle. He had such a devotion to protecting his sister, and for the first time in years, I saw a glimpse of the little boy I grew up with.”

“You have loved him.”

“Of course, he was my friend; my uncle. We grew up together. Aemond was always kind to me,” A tear fell down your face, “And when the boys would get up to mischief, he would come sit at the Godswood with me and Helaena and listen to us read. He thought he was hidden, but I always knew that he was there. He never hurt me or Helaena, no matter how cruel his brother was to him, no matter how much even my own brothers joined in, he never once struck me. Never once took out his rage on me.”

Your father just looked at you, urging you to continue.

“I don’t love him, I can’t. He has hurt me. He has hurt my brothers. He sides with his venomous mother, everything about him has been twisted. He is the product of the Hightower’s hatred and poison. The sweet boy I knew died when his eye was taken.”

The Rogue Prince gave you a said but knowing smile, pausing before he spoke.

“My heart, you are too good for any man or woman in this realm. No one could ever deserve you.” 

He stood to hold you against him, tucking your face in as you cried, resting his lips atop your head.

“You are my life, the greatest gift that the Gods have ever given me. I would die for you, I would watch the entire Realm burn if that meant keeping you happy.”

Tears streamed from your face, the exhaustion of the trip and Aemonds abuse crashing over you like a wave.

“It’s too late. I could never be with him, I could never love him. I-” You pause, your breath hitching in your throat as a sob escaped your lips.

You did not think that this had affected you so much. You did not know how much the years gone by had truly devastated you, but like a dam that waters rose after a flood; You broke.

All the years of shame, of torment. The grief over losing your home, your connection to your family, the stress pushed on you by the Hightower’s; all of it came bubbling over, flooding your senses.

Your father held you tighter as he gently swayed you, cooing sweet words in High Valyrian on the top of your head to soothe you. You stayed in his hold for a while, clutching onto Daemon as you let all that was pent up inside out until all that was left was the bitter taste of rage.

His gentle swaying calmed you. 

The Rogue Prince pulled back from you, holding your arms gently as you swiped roughly at your face with the back of your sleeve, feeling agitation seeping further through your bones.

“Better?” He asked.

You nodded your head roughly.

Looking down at you he gave a sly smile, “As much as I am happy to be away from those snivelling cunts, I can’t help but feel some disappointment in not watching Alicent squirm in my presence,” A cheeky chuckle left his lips as he turned to walk you to your chambers, “or Aegon.”

It was your turn to laugh. 

“You know I caught him with a servant girl on her knees during the celebration? I was almost tempted to ask Aemond to pluck out my eyes.” You whined, the image of your uncle's depravity flashing in your mind.

“I’m surprised his cock hasn’t fallen off.” Your father hums.

"Ugh, I do not want to think of Aegon's cock right now.” You grimaced.

“When does anyone ever?”

You stifle your giggle as you walk. With each step, your body felt heavier and heavier, the soles of your feet although now fully healed, still ached with the new scars. 

As you approached your chambers, a man stood outside of the doors in waiting.

Ser Harold Darke was a tall, muscular man whose skin was pale though littered with small freckles from the sun. He was a handsome man, with dark curled hair that sat behind his ears, and eyes as black as coal. Ser Darke was a kind man, and although at times quite serious, you found yourself to be quite fond of your protector. 

“Ser Harold.” You called out to him smiling, his stern face turning to look at you, before a small smile appeared.

The knight bowed his head at you and your father, “Prince Daemon, Princess Y/n.” He acknowledged you both, eyes still on the floor.

“Have you missed me terribly?” You teased, letting go of your fathers arm to walk towards the older man.

“Of course, My Lady.” He replied, duty in his tone, as he began to open the chamber doors for you to enter. You turned on your heel to face Daemon, reaching to hug him as he pulled away scrunching his nose.

“You smell like Dragon.” He cringed before stepping forward to kiss the top of your head.

Looking over your shoulder he addressed Ser Darke, “Have water brought to the Princess’ chambers, so that she may bathe.”

Ser Harold bowed his head, “Of course, My Lord.” He spoke, waiting for you to enter your chambers before leaving. 

“I shall see you for supper.” Your father spoke, looking down at you before placing one last kiss to the crown of your head, turning to leave in a flurry of leather, fatigue in his walk. 

Stepping through the open doors, you walked into your large chambers.

Your chambers were large and had seperate open rooms for sitting, eating and sleeping. Light streamed streamed through the open balcony, columns of stone with dragons carved into them sat in the corners of the room.

A large four poster bed sat on a far wall, intricate carvings adorning the wood with deep red bed sheets atop. A round table and chairs of dark wood sat in the sitting area with a large fireplace nearby, crackling flames rising from it.

“Thank you, Ser Harold.” You dismissed the knight awaiting at the door.

With a bow he pulled the door shut with a heavy thud.

Walking to the balcony you opened the large doors, breeze from the ocean sweeping inside, causing the soft white curtains to blow inwards in a large ruffle. The breeze tickled your cheeks, and the salt from the ocean's breath settled on your tongue. 

Stepping out on the stone balcony you rested against the balustrade heavily, arms crossing over the top as you gazed out to the ocean before you.

A calm settled in your bones, as you breathed the briny air. Finally at peace and back at your second home. 

You watched as large waves crashed up against the cliffs below, the fluffy caps spraying up the dark cliffs, their salty spray carried by the wind to salt the air around you. You remember Ser Corlys Velaryon telling you once that the oceans salt could cleanse you of ailments and anxiety, and you believed him. 

You stood on the balcony for some time, watching the waves below and breathing deeply as he had told you, letting the stress of your travels melt away. The longer you watched, the more at peace you felt. 

One day you would be Lady of Dragonstone, and the thought of being with the salty spray and calming waves for the rest of your days, brought great comfort to you. You would be away from the crowded city of Kings Landing and away from your uncles and all of their troubles. Here was a place without the Greens.

Here you could live out your days and perhaps find a suitable husband, have children of your own and grow old. 

A knock sounded at your doors.

You turned to walk back inside, smoothing your wind swept hair, “Enter.” You called out gently.

Two maids walked inside with large buckets of water, as they stepped through the threshold they bowed, “Princess y/n, we are to prepare your bath.” A maid called Meera spoke, dark black hair braided neatly down her back.

“Thank you.” You walked back outside to watch the waves, as more stepped through to bring and fill the tub before the fireplace. 

Shortly the bath was filled, the sweet aromas of the oils littered the air as you walked back inside. Though something caught your attention, you sniffed the air once more taking in the subtle scent of something familiar.

Walking to the large tub you breathed deeply, brows furrowing at the familiarity.

“What oils are these?” You asked, watching the steam roll out of the water.

The smaller maid, Alanna, had light brown hair, and although it was shorter than Meera, it was braided tightly atop her head. 

“New ones, My Lady. Sent from Kings Landing as a gift to you. There is rose oil, and bergamot from the Keeps garden,” She began to list, thought in her eyes, “frankincense from Dorne, oil from the peels of oranges…” 

“And sandalwood, Princess.” Meera finished for her.

Your breath hitched in your throat, brows furrowing. You reached your fingertips to dip them into the steaming water.

“Be careful My Lady, the water is boiling!” Alanna exclaimed, hand reaching to grab you as your fingers plunged into the milky water.

You felt no pain, only the glorious heat which curled itself around your digits. “It is perfect. Thank you both. You may leave.” 

The girls gave an awkward bow, looking worriedly at your hand before turning to take the oils and buckets with them as they swiftly left the room. 

You peeled the layers of leather from your body, letting them drop to the floor in a heap, the weight of the coat lifted from your shoulders as a steady ache began to bloom in your lower back.

You bent down to unlace your boots before stepping out of the puddle of clothes beneath you.

Lifting your foot to dip it into the water, you tested the temperature. It was not at all boiling and was the perfect heat to relax your wound up muscles. Once satisfied that the girls were overreacting about the heat, and that it would not in fact burn you, you let the heat engulf your leg as you stepped fully into the tub. You sank into the heavily scented water, you felt the burning heat crawl up your skin. 

No pain was felt, only comfort. 

Once seated fully within the large tub you leant against the back, stretching your legs out in front of you, feeling your muscles begin to relax. Your muscles slowly unclenched and any pain your back slowly began to melt away from you.

A deep sigh left your chest as you skimmed your fingers on the surface of the water, small beads of oil clumping into little balls atop. How curious.

Lifting your fingers to your lips you sniffed at the scent.

A glorious blend which complimented itself, through its sweet tones and rough spices. Though the hints of sandalwood brought memories of your uncle back into your mind. 

You squirmed in the tub, feeling a new heat crawl up your spine. 

Memories of his fingers on your centre, his sneer as he gazed at you, those lips that pressed against yours, fluttered about in your mind. The fear of him that had once been there was now gone, replaced by a heady desire.

You found yourself closing your eyes, memories of your dream and his assault causing your core to clench, hand slipping down between your thighs, gently touching at your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

A deep sigh tumbled from your lips as you began to rub soft circles against your clit, breath hitching as you felt pleasure surge beneath your skin. You thought of the dark Dornish man from your dreams, his large hand holding you as he plunged his fingers into your core, your own hand mimicking the fantasy. 

The pleasure built within you as you continued, fingers working faster to bring you to your peak.

Mewls peeled from your lips as you arched into your hand, getting closer to the precipice as the Dornish man began to sink below your waist, tongue lapping gently at your centre.

A low groan fell from your lips. 

“Zaldistros.” The man whispered, your uncles smooth timbre suddenly replacing him.

Your eyes shot open and you jerked in the tub, water splashing up the sides and over onto the floor. Growling in frustration, you leant back once more, closing your eyes, determined to enjoy your fantasy without interruption.

Instead, you thought of a woman your age, dark skin and gorgeous hair, plucking delicately at your centre, to bring you to your release. A moan slipped through your lips as you thought of her, pressed against you, your mouths crashing together in tandem as she rubbed against you.

Short breaths puffed from your mouth as the spring inside you began to tighten. 

Your hand worked faster slipping between your thighs, water softly lapping the sides of the tub as you neared your release, the image of the woman above you guiding you to your peak. Pleasure climbed within you, your core clenched, breaths stuttering as the spring began to snap.

“Cum for me Zaldristos.” Came the smooth purr of your uncle, as you came.

Pleasure surged through your body, as your core seized around nothing. A long moan pouring out of your lips as your body twitched within the torrid waters. Any tightness in your body was surely released after such a powerful orgasm.

Oh Gods.

As your breathing settled, frustration bubbled to the surface. Fuck. Air came roughly out through your nose as you opened your eyes to stare up at the ceiling. The lightness from your peak fading as something new settled into your chest.

The intricate designs carved on the ceiling looked back down at you.

You grunted leaning forward to snatch the wash cloth left on the edge of the tub, as you roughly began to scrub your body. You rubbed at your skin until it was red and raw, your anger at yourself pooling into every movement of your hand.

What was wrong with you?

Anger rippled through you as you threw the washcloth against the side of the tub, curse exploding from your lips. 

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[14dayswithyou]

Cast reaction to MC going pspspsps at them-

✦゜ANSWERED: KGDBKGGJSGH I giggled a bit

Ren "...Y-Yeah?" Immediately, Ren's head pops out from behind the doorframe as he happily bounds his way towards you. You can practically feel the sunshine radiating off of him as soon as he gets close enough. "Did you call me?"

Moth "Wait, your landlord let you get a cat?" They laugh from the other end of the screen. "I mean... Now that I think about it, it might help with the rat problem you've got going on."

Violet She gives you a faux glare as she crosses her arms and leans against the table. "Very funny, petal. But I'm holding a spray bottle right now... And you've got ten seconds to run."

Elanor "O-Oh, wait! Please don't-" At that, two of Elanor's cats wake up from their sun nap and stretch in your direction. "Aww, I was about to take the perfect photo too..."

Conan He hears your call and simply tilts his head in your direction. "Did you bring home another pet? You're far too kind for your own good., sweetheart."

Jae "C'mere! C'mere Toto! Come on! Come here!" Playing along, Jae pats his knees and sends you a bright smile. Once you reach up and pull him into a casual embrace, he lets out a laugh. "Biiiiig stretch!"

Leon "Ooh, did 'ya find a cat?" He's immediately rushing to your side and looking over your shoulder. "A kitty? ...No? You just wanted to call me over? Hahaha! Welp, looks like it worked!"

Teo He blinks. Then he blinks again. A deep sigh falls from his lips as Teo sends you a deadpan look. "You askin' me to knock a vase over? Because I'm tempted to."

[morganafata]

Thanks for the brain worms, Lovely Runner. Now I have theories

I don't watch a lot of currently airing dramas and when I do, I don't usually post anything aside from 'cuuuuute' or 'paaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnn". But because I can no longer be normal about waiting for things, I have let Lovely Runner consume my mind and now I have thoughts about it.

Because the real cool thing about this show (and about kdramas in general) is that it's not just a quirky romcom about two clowns falling in awkward love with each other- it's a murder mystery whodunnit revolving around how Sun Jae died the night he reunited with Im Sol. It's a kdrama but giving '7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hugo' vibes where the protagonist has to figure out who the murderer was in what looks like a suicide while inhabiting a body that's not their's. But in this case, Im Sol has yet to realize that it's a murder. And now I have a Theory.

And it's that Im Sol was the objective the entire time. If not the target, then the focus of the killer. The murderer, whoever it was, just wanted Sun Jae out of the way because he knew that if Sun Jae managed to re-establish a connection with Im Sol again, it would be harder to prey/stalk/possibly murder her.

Because I have watched ep 1 god only knows how many times, and it actually looks as though the phone was deliberately knocked out of her hand. I've seen some theories float around that it might have been a future version of Sun Jae but why would he do that to the woman he loved, knowing what she would endure with her cell phone out of commission (unable to call for help, stranded in the cold with a broken wheelchair). It makes more sense that it was someone with more sinister motives, someone who definitely didn't want her to be able to call for help. It would also make her more willing to get into the most convenient, immediate form of transportation that happened to be passing by. Like...a taxi.

I also think that this stalker/murderer would have been doing this since her high school days because of the fact that someone in a taxi had been following her in episode 4. And what a parallel that would be- just as Im Sol admired to Sun Jae since she was a teenager right into her thirties (and vice versa with Sun Jae having been in love with her from the beginning to the present day) we have another character who has also been obsessed with Im Sol, but not in the sweet, innocent way she was devoted to Sun Jae but in a dangerously obsessed fashion that's more "if I can't have you nobody can''. The night of her accident could have been her stalker's attempt at confessing his "love" only for it to spiral into a kidnapping attempt. Im Sol attempts to run away, Sun Jae thwarts her attacker but it all ends with Im Sol too traumatized to remember that night and resentful of Sun Jae for rescuing her. Sun Jae, full of guilt, keeps his distance and Im Sol is without her protector. And her stalker/Sun Jae's future murderer has been hovering in the margins of her life, satisfied that since she's wheelchair bound and without Sun Jae, she was helpless and 'his'.

But then Sun Jae comes back into her life, Sun Jae who is both a rival and someone who has a habit of saving Im Sol again and again. So, Sun Jae has to be gotten rid of for Im Sol to be truly vulnerable and alone again.

Do I have a theory to who this is? Not really. No one really stands out at this time. Maybe it's a random member from Sun Jae's swim team. Or Sun Jae's swim rival who hates him. But I think he and the CEO guy could just be red herrings for who the actual killer is. I don't think it's Kim Tae Sung. I do think Kim Tae Sung encountered the killer before and the reason he was "expelled" was because he found out the killer's part in Im Sol's accident and was trying to avenge her. It's a little too convenient that he disappeared from the scene after Im Sol's accident because of a 'fight'.

Anyways this could be completely wrong, but I'm having fun guessing. By guessing, I mean suffering waiting for the next ep.

PS Why are 19 year old Sol's bangs so much more cringe when she's not being possessed by her 34 year old self? Kim Tae Sung was telling the truth when he said she got cuter when she became Grandma Sol again.

[18-2024]

Kwon Jae-Sung (Alternative Version)

Fullname: Kwon Jae-Sung

Alias:

킹 코브라 (King Cobra, formerly)

Status: Alive

Occupation:

Student of Cobra Kai (Formerly)

Student of Miyagi-Do

Relatives:

Parents (Estranged)

Friends:

Chozen Toguchi (Sensei)

Yoon Do-Jin (Best Friend/Lover)

Kenji Okumoto (Uncleared)

Mika Barnes (Friend)

Axel Kovacevic (Friend)

Tory Nichols (Friend)

Miyagi-Do Students (Reluctant Allies)

Enemies:

Terry Silver

John Kreese (Former Sensei)

Kim Da-Eun (Former Sensei)

Romances:

Yoon Do-Jin (Lover)

Robby Keene (Attraction)

Miguel Diaz (Attraction)

Axel Kovacevic (Former Crush)

Tory Nichols (Ward)

Kwon Jae-Sung is a former student of Master Kim. He was chosen to the male captain for Sekai Talkai. He was a rival to Robby Keene and Kenji Okumoto. He got a perspective from the ladder and joined Chozen Toguchi along with Axel Kovacevic

Biography:

Kwon was to ruthless students of Master Kim Sun-Yung. From a young age, they showed little to no love to him. He always forced to be strong hardned young man anything to reach the top.

This turned into ruthless and competitive. While growing he developed a hate and love bond with Yoon, the best student at the dojang.

Personality:

Kwon was an sinister and rebellious student and person, choosing to fight his own way and not following Kim Da Eun's instructions. He had a lot of arrogance and he did not respect anyone other than himself. He in particular had a dislike towards the then top student Yoon Do-Jin. He also had a lot of pent up anger and vengeance in him, and after being advised by Kreese to give his anger purpose, he aggressively beats up Do-Jin and his friends, leading to him becoming his dojang's top student.

When he first made met Miyagi-Do, he quickly to antagonize them, espically Robby Keene, who's girlfriend on his, pretending that they're together now.

Kwon tried Kenji Okumoto, he never got this much push from such a strong and righteous fighter. After trying a fight with Axel and Sam. Kwon found Kenji training the beach. When he challenged him for and saw his trans scars, he mocked from not being a man. The former didn't fell his mind games, showing the confidents his abilities, a lack of concern for his threats.

Kwon, drive and ego to be best causes him any rational, just blindly attacking Robby and Axel who got hand-upper on him. When Kenji stopped disarm and kicked him away, despite Kwon knocked down, he saw Kenji protect the both from Axel.

After the brawl, when Kwon confused when he saw Kenji, asking him why he protected him from Axel instead continuing to fight him. Kwon thrown by his saying that's what a great fighter should do.

Kwon thrown off balance could barely focused himself he fought Kenji in their match, just thinking about he has done. Another part of him just push it all down does all out Kenji, trying overpower him. But Kenji just simply block and shoved, Kwon realized that Kenji was going easy on him. This shocked Kwon out of his rage. When he got defeated, Kwon throw by the sympathy Kenji gave him.

When he found Axel was being by his Sensei, he reflected off his training, and realized how mistreated he was. This causes him resign from Kim's Dojang.

Eventually he approach by Chozen who let join his dojo. Kwon shocked, hesitantly accepted his offer.

While training until Chozen, he learned all about Mercy, Respect, and Honor. Kwon came awkward around the Miyagi-Do finds himself relating to Axel who is social awkward like him. He eventually found Tory Nichols and Mika Barnes confidants, with him relying the former as ward for his romantic life.

Fighting Style:

Kwon’s martial arts foundation is rooted in the original Cobra Kai style, developed by Kim Sun-Yung and based on the traditional Korean art of Tang Soo Do. With extensive training in this style, Kwon has honed his skills over many years.

His fighting approach showcases advanced kicking techniques; mainly involving multiple combination kicks mid-air, advanced rotation kicks, or both, often demonstrated through impressive board-breaking displays. These powerful kicks are complemented by his defensive maneuvers, which create openings for devastating counterattacks. One of Kwon’s signature moves is the two-handed "Viper Chop," a technique he has refined within the Cobra Kai framework. His punches carry significant force, capable of momentarily incapacitating opponents.

In addition to his striking abilities, Kwon possesses remarkable agility and acrobatic skills, executing maneuvers not typically seen among other Cobra Kai students. His aggressive "no mercy" mindset, central to the Cobra Kai philosophy, further amplifies his danger as a fighter.

During his match against Do-Jin, Kwon effectively channels his pent-up anger, using his skills and awareness of Do-Jin's predictability to secure an easy victory. He also swiftly defeats two other students associated with Do-Jin.

When he fought Kenji Okumoto of the Okinawan Miyagi-Do and Axel Kovacevic, he angered better as the ladders are stronger fighter than him. Causes his fighting becomes more sloppy than before.

On during his final match against Kenji, they were fighting evenly. Kwon used all his rage on Kenji, but eventually he loss his anger. Causes to lose his touch.

[the-al-chemist]

Shoreside Conversations

A/N: @drinkyoursoupbitch’s idea to restart Worldbuiding Wednesday was one of her best yet (and she has many great ideas). It’s brought a little fun back into writing, and this little short story has been incredibly fun to work on. Based on this prompt from the First Lady of Soup herself:

Warnings: mild innuendo, severely bad lying.

The spring evening was light but cool, with the sky turning a rosy shade of pink and the crescent moon starting to rise before the sun had finished setting. Outside, a gentle breeze was blowing, but it couldn’t reach the interior of the seaside restaurant where, at a table by the window, three witches were chatting over a bottle of fizzy wine.

The wizarding community of Great Britain had been at peace for almost a year, but Artemis’ friend Penny had only recently returned to England, having escaped to France with her young family when the war first broke out. Penny had always been a social butterfly, and so neither Artemis nor Chiara had been surprised when she had invited them both for dinner at the Italian restaurant that had opened near her family’s beach house in Cornwall less than a week after she had come home.

”It’s just wonderful to see you two again,” Penny told the pair of them, almost breathless over the top of her wine glass. “I’ve really missed you both.”

“We’ve missed you, too.”

“So,” continued Penny. She had that all-too-familiar expression on her face, the one she always had whenever she was hunting for gossip. “What’s new with you?”

Artemis had never known Chiara to be the first in a group to speak up, so she volunteered up a piece of information about her life. “I’ve started a new job.”

“Another one?” Penny’s eyebrows shot up, but she quickly regained her composure. “I mean, that’s good. What are you doing now?”

“I’m a case investigator for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.”

“And? Are you enjoying it?”

“Yeah.” Artemis nodded. “I am, actually.”

She was half-expecting Penny to ask her more questions — more personal questions, at that — but Penny had decided it was Chiara’s turn.

“What about you, Chiara? How is work? How are things with Jae?”

“Work is… busy,” said Chiara, her voice as soft and lilting as Artemis had always known it to be. “But, St Mungo’s have welcomed me back without kicking up a fuss about the whole” — she lowered her voice to the point that she almost mouthed the words — “werewolf issue.” Her lips pursed slightly before she spoke normally again. “And things with Jae are good. Never better, really. Actually, he asked me to marry him last weekend.”

Across the table, Artemis could see that Penny was almost vibrating with excitement.

“Oh, my goodness,” she said. “Did you say yes?”

Chiara’s mouth curved into a shy smile. “I did.”

Artemis braced herself for Penny’s squeal just in time. A couple at the neighbouring table looked over, clearly concerned, and Artemis shrugged apologetically at them before congratulating Chiara. Penny, apparently too excited to sit still, rose from her chair and half-leapt around the perimeter of their own table to hug their friend. In her excitement, she knocked the handbag she had hung on the back of her chair, causing a tiny glass bottle to fall out of it.

Before anyone had a chance to catch the bottle, it plummeted to the ground and broke with a tiny, high-pitched smash. Immediately, the air was filled with a smell that was overpowering, intoxicating, and overwhelmingly pleasant. Artemis breathed in the scent, feeling both more relaxed and invigorated as she did so. Across the table, Penny’s blue eyes widened into circles and the colour rose in her cheeks.

“Oh, no. Oh, dear.”

“Don’t worry, Pen,” Artemis said. “If anything, the place smells much better now.”

It really did. Whatever had spilled out onto the floor smelt good, at once sweet and salty, smokey and earthy, and…

“Penny.” Chiara’s voice cut into Artemis’ thoughts. She had one palm placed to her nose, and above her hand her usually pale cheeks were flushed and her pupils fractionally dilated. “Is that what I think it is?”

Artemis had no clue what Chiara thought the little bottle had contained, but her suspicions were clearly correct, because Penny nodded her head sheepishly. Chiara sighed, though whether it was out of satisfaction or exasperation, Artemis couldn’t tell.

“Merlin, I haven’t smelt that since sixth year Potions class,” muttered Chiara.

Not having taken Potions classes past her fifth year, Artemis was still none the wiser. “What? What is it?”

“It’s Amortentia.”

“Amortentia?”

Penny shushed Artemis whilst looking over both shoulders.

“It really isn’t what it looks like,” she whispered. Artemis and Chiara exchanged glances.

“I think it matters more what it smells like, to be honest,” said Artemis. “What are you doing carrying a vial of Amortentia around in your handbag?”

“Well, technically it isn’t actually Amortentia. It’s a perfume made with Amortentia. They’re very popular in Paris, you know. I’m actually writing an article about it for the next edition of the S.O.U.P. Quarterly.”

“For the what quarterly?”

“The Society of Occupational Unctioneers and Potioneers. It’s for anyone who works in the potions industry, or in a line of work where potions are needed for use. Actually, Chiara, you may be interested in joining. We are always looking for new members, and…”

“And what about the Amortentia?”

“Oh, I’ve been asked to write a guest piece for the Society journal. It’s the first time, and I’m rather excited about it, actually,” Penny explained. “I thought the perfume would be really interesting to write about, seeing as it’s not such a common thing to see over here yet, but now that the war is over, I’m certain that it will become rather fashionable.” Her eyes had lit up. Perhaps it was because she was talking about her favourite subject, or it might have been the effect of the Amortentia on the floor. “How it works is, they put the Amortentia into the perfume, and when it’s worn it makes the wearer more… Well, you know, appealing.”

By the time Penny had finished talking, her cheeks were pinker than Artemis had ever seen them, and the couple at the next table were paying so much attention to one another that they hadn’t noticed the waiter who was trying to take their orders.

“I think it works, you know.”

The three witches looked across at the couple before silently giggling into their wine glasses.

“Maybe we should all start wearing it,” suggested Chiara. She was clearly joking, but Penny nodded in earnest.

“I have some samples I’m using for the article, you can have them when I’m finished.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to—”

“Don’t be silly, it’s no problem at all. I’ll just owl them to you. You too, Artemis.” Before Artemis could protest, Penny continued, “You’ll be glad of them once you meet someone.”

Artemis almost choked on her wine. She composed herself as best as she could before responding, “Yeah. Maybe. Thanks.”

She had assumed that her answer would be vague enough to not arouse attention, but it appeared that she had underestimated Penny Haywood.

“You’ve already met someone?”

“No,” Artemis said quickly. Too quickly.

“Oh, my goodness. Who?”

”No one.” When Penny pursed her lips in blatant disbelief, Artemis sighed. “No one that you’d know.”

“You never know, I might know them,” said Penny. She had a point, Artemis realised. Penny’s list of acquaintances was never-ending. “So, what’s his name?”

There was no way out of this, Artemis could tell. Still, she couldn’t help but scan the room looking for an exit. As her eyes wandered, they happened to land on the name badge of the waiter serving the neighbouring table.

“Mario.”

“Mario?”

”Yeah, Mario.” Artemis nodded definitely. “His name is Mario.”

Penny frowned. “I don’t think I know anyone called Mario. Is he someone you work with?”

“Yeah. Well, sort of,” Artemis corrected herself. Penny was bound to know one of her colleagues — or, if not, she would at least know someone else who did — and she wouldn’t have put it past her friend to ask others about Mario. “He’s a Magizoologist, but he doesn’t work for the Ministry. He lives abroad usually.”

That wasn’t entirely untruthful, and even Chiara seemed half-convinced. Artemis took a sip of wine in order to hide her face behind the glass.

“So, what does he look like?” asked Penny. “Tall, dark, and handsome?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Just your type, then.”

Artemis wrinkled her nose. “Is it?”

“Well, yes.” Penny laughed, but she still wasn’t finished with her interrogation. “So, how long have you been seeing him? Have you talked about the future yet? Are you worried about how it’s going to work out, what with him living abroad and you living here?”

The room suddenly felt very hot. Artemis shuffled in her seat, trying to quench her sudden need for movement. Her chest had tightened uncomfortably, but she hid the sensation by shaking her head and laughing.

“Calm down, Pen,” she said, as breezily as she could muster. “It’s not like that.”

“Not like what?”

“I dunno. I guess I just don’t think the Mario thing is… It’s not very serious. At all. You don’t need to think too much about Mario. Forget I ever said anything about Mario.”

The look on Penny’s face made it clear that she was disappointed, but Chiara smiled gently.

“As long as you’re happy, Artemis,” she said. “That’s the main thing, isn’t it, Penny?”

”Oh, yes. Yes, as long as you’re happy.”

“Thanks.” Artemis put her glass down. “Anyway, Chiara, you’re going to have a wedding…”

It was the perfect distraction. Penny sat up so straight in her seat that her buttocks almost seemed to hover above it, and turned her attention wholly to Chiara. Artemis sat back in her own chair and let the other two women talk, letting the pitter-patter of conversation wash over her. It was familiar and warming to sit and chat with her friends, as long as she didn’t allow herself to think too much about the moments when Rowan would have said something wry and clever, or Tonks something witty and outrageous, if either of them had been there to say anything at all.

By the time she and her friends left the little seaside restaurant, Artemis’ head was fuzzy with the mixture of wine, Amortentia perfume, and thoughts of those who were and always would be missing. She Apparated back to Bill’s house, nestled in the dunes of another Cornish beach, and found Charlie sitting on the sand, setting fire to a small pile of driftwood without even using his wand.

“What are you doing?”

Charlie did not even look up from the driftwood. “I’m making a fire.”

“Without me?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to get back.” Charlie shrugged. “Do you want to grab some drinks and snacks, or have you had enough at dinner?”

Artemis probably had had enough, but she couldn’t see any harm in a little more. She snuck into the house and took a half-full bottle of Firewhiskey, two mugs, and a packet of marshmallows from the kitchen before returning to the beach. Charlie had succeeded in lighting his Muggle fire, and she sat beside him, watching the flames flicker against the indigo backdrop of the sky and sea.

“How were Penny and Chiara?” asked Charlie, as Artemis poured him a glass of Firewhiskey.

“Good.”

“And the dinner?”

“Tasty.” Artemis held out the marshmallows to Charlie in way of an offering, but he declined them with a wave of his hand. She pierced a marshmallow with her wand and held it over the fire, where the flames licked at the sides of it. “It felt strange, it just being the three of us.”

“I’ll bet.” Charlie glanced at her. “You want to talk about it?”

There wasn’t much more to say about it than that, so Artemis shook her head. Charlie nodded his own, and in silence, lay down on his back. Artemis kicked off her boots and let her bare toes dig into the sand.

“Oh, guess what? Jae and Chiara are getting married.”

Artemis had expected some sort of surprise or excitement from Charlie, but he gave her neither. Instead, he only said:

“So, he finally got around to asking her then?”

“Wait, you knew he was going to ask her?”

“Yeah, he’s been planning on it for months. He’s told me about it every time I’ve seen him.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

Charlie shrugged. “It wasn’t my news to tell.”

“I guess that’s fair enough,” said Artemis. “Just so you know, if Jae mentions anything next time you see him, I have a new boyfriend called Mario.”

Slowly, Charlie lifted his head from the sand. He turned his face towards Artemis, his eyebrows knitted in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

“Penny asked me if I was seeing anyone,” Artemis explained. “And I told her I wasn’t, but she could tell I was lying—”

“Shocking.”

“— so I just told her I was going out with a guy called Mario.”

“Of course, that’s what anyone would do in that situation,” said Charlie, completely straight-faced. He propped himself up onto his elbows. “And what did you tell them about this Mario?”

“Not much, just that he is a Magizoologist and that he’s tall and good-looking.” Artemis glanced across at Charlie, who was looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed. “But it’s not anything serious.”

“Well, that’s a relief.” Charlie blinked and shook his head. “And, they believed all of this…”

“I think so? I mean, I changed the subject pretty quickly. Penny was happy to talk about Chiara’s wedding and this soup club she’s joined.”

“A soup club? As in the food?”

“No, it’s for potion people. She’s writing an article about Amortentia for their journal and spilled some on the floor of the restaurant. You wouldn’t believe how much it smelt.”

“I would,” said Charlie. “I still remember when Jae made a cauldron full of the stuff in our dormitory in fifth year.”

“He made that in your dormitory?”

Charlie nodded. “Oh, yeah. Stunk the place out for weeks.”

“I mean, at least Amortentia smells good,” Artemis reasoned.

“True, but it did make for quite a few awkward mornings, if you know what I mean…”

In a way, Artemis wished she didn’t know what Charlie meant, but she couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face.

“What did you think it smelt like?” she asked him. “The Amortentia?”

Charlie’s eyes narrowed. “That’s a very personal question.”

“Good job that we are very personal friends.”

Artemis raised her eyebrows at Charlie, whose lips twitched and eyes looked out over the sea in the distance.

“A few different things, really,” he said. “Sort of like the garden back at home, and a bit like the air after bonfire night, though that might have been because of him setting the bottom of the cauldron on fire. And it smelt like Christmas.”

“Christmas?”

“Hmm. Like pine trees and… marzipan? It was very sweet and a bit nutty.” Charlie glanced at Artemis. “Yeah, it was nuts, alright.”

There was a look of mischief in his eyes that made Artemis roll her own. Charlie laughed softly to himself.

“And you?” he asked. “What did it smell like to you?”

Artemis frowned as she tried to remember the smell of the Amortentia, and found the scent easier to recall than she had thought it would be. It was as if the smell of the perfume had lingered in the air around her all the way back to Shell Cottage, but then, that might have been because of the salty breeze rolling in from the sea, the Firewhiskey in her glass, the leather of her boots discarded on the sand beside her, the marshmallow toasting on the end of her wand.

“I guess it sort of smelt like this.”

Charlie smiled, and Artemis popped her toasted marshmallow into her mouth before lying down on the sand beside him, face up towards the stars.

[whumpetywhump]

Tunnel (2017)

Park Kwang Ho (1986)

01:

– Hit over the head with a rock, collapses, bleeding, left for dead, passes out

02:

– Wakes up on the ground from last episode, still bleeding, weak and disorientated, recurring migraines and bouts of blurred vision

– Unable to return to his wife, crying, collapses against a wall

– Nightmare, flinches awake, crying

03:

– Still unable to return to his wife, screaming in frustration, crying

04:

– Reunited with his friend after thirty years, fighting tears

– Punched in the face, nosebleed, later seen with a bloody tissue in his nose

07:

– Falsely accused of murder, handcuffed

08:

– Still handcuffed from last episode

– Shields his partner during an explosion, knocked out, face cut and bruised, bleeding from the head, wakes up in a hospital bed, migraine

– Learns his wife remarried, depressed, crying, refusing to eat

– Grieving, in denial, crying, collapses

09:

– Still grieving and crying from last episode

11:

– Reunited with his daughter, crying

12:

– Beaten up, thrown around in a fistfight, bloody lip

13:

– Face still bruised from last episode

– Reunited with his wife, sobbing

14:

– Separated from his wife yet again, sobbing, collapses against a wall

– Gets to hug his daughter, crying

16:

– Says goodbye to his loved ones, crying

Kim Sun Jae

02:

– Handcuffed to a railing overnight, cuts his wrist while struggling

04:

– Punched in the face, nosebleed, later seen with a bloody tissue in his nose

05:

– Flashback: Grieving for his grandfather, crying

08:

– Shielded by his partner during an explosion, wakes up coughing and spluttering, face cut and bruised, later seen sitting on a hospital bed

11:

– Punched in the face repeatedly during a fight, falls down an incline, beaten with a branch, covered in cuts and bruises, restrained, screaming, sobbing

14:

– Betrayed, crying, collapses to his knees, punches the ground until his knuckles bleed, has his hand bandaged

16:

– Emotional breakdown, loses control and attacks someone, restrained, crying

– Says goodbye to his best friend, crying

Park Kwang Ho (2017)

02:

– Face cut and bruised, on the run in a car chase

03:

– Face still cut and bruised, chased through the woods, limping, trips and falls repeatedly, clutching a wound on his leg

07:

– Flashback: Stabbed in the neck with a syringe, drugged, losing consciousness while driving, car crash, crawls from the wreckage, bleeding from the head

– Thrown to the ground, pinned down, has his head repeatedly slammed into a rock, choked to death

12:

– Flashback: Stabbed in the neck with a syringe, drugged, dizzy, disorientated, beaten up in a fistfight, face cut and bruised

TW: Contains graphic depictions of violence against women

[bahllinsqrews]

The Day for Our Love!

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Jaehyun 's birthday was around the corner, your husband and you had a pretty big fight beforehand that almost cost your entire 5 year marriage. Though there's no time for sulking when the party was just in a few hours.

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Requested Birthday smut for Jaehyun by 😼 anon.

Play fighting into love making

Curvy reader

7+ inch mini Jaehyun

Sex during party

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The afternoon was gloomy and not even nice enough to show the sun. You and your husband just came from long and grueling days in your respective jobs and all you wanted to do was relax. Both of you were so tired that on the way home, somehow a topic came up that made an argument break out in the car. This anger sparking in both of you traveled with the two of you into your happy home and you both went to separate beds.

Jaehyun had taken some time and thought that he was in the wrong for bringing that harsh energy into your lives. He looked at his wedding band and reimagined the pictures of you and him at the altar, cutting the cake, and even dancing together, being the only two in white that day. It rekindled his love for you, the pink fire burning so bright that it made him get up and walk over to the master bedroom you two were supposed to share. He had a towel around his waist, not even bothering to get dressed.

He knocked on the door only to hear you crying, his heart felt a tug at the sound of your tears, knowing that he caused that. He tried the handle and opened the door to see you under the covers. His hand slowly drifted over the hill of your hips, up to your shoulder. His body weight on the bed made you move the cover to look at him. You tried to pull the cover back up only to struggle against your husband. He straddled your legs and you tried to push him off, making you both laugh as it started your little play fighting like normal. "C'mon my love, smile more for me! I know you want to~" he said, making you give a big smile. You managed to get your arms free and pulled him down a few inches from his lips.

But before you could share the kiss that sealed it all, someone knocked on the door, forcing you both to dress in the designer birthday attire, pink with red hearts on both a suit and a dress. You opened the door to your friend Johnny, he was here early to help but mostly to stay for the party. Jaehyun kept finding reasons to walk past you, sliding a hand up the pink floral stockings, landing a smack or two on your ass when leaning over the counter, and when the party started, everyone drinking, eating and dancing in the living room, you and Jae were locked in the master bedroom,sharing heated kisses and handsy touches.

Half heard apologies and bite marks all over, he stripped you of your dress while you got him into his unbuttoned pink slacks. His hardened length was practically stabbing from his boxers, looking at your beautiful frame, the garter you wore to hold your stockings up was still in place. His hands slid over your thighs, up your hips and to that slim waist, being able to engulf it with his giant hands. He gave you more kisses before standing and having you take off his pants.

He had you kneel on the bed, letting him see everything on you, your skin shining in the gentle light of the room. His hand immediately went to the garter, holding it for a little while the other slid up and down your back, making you shiver lightly. He slid down his boxers to let them hit the floor, then grabbed a pillow to put it near your face. Your legs were spread enough to let him kneel behind you and line up, you feeling eager to give him his gift, you pressed yourself back on him, making him gently hiss in pleasure. You rubbed your wet pussy against him for attention before he had enough. His tip pressed on first, then the first half, then the second, him bottoming out made your stomach bulge a little. Your moans made it apparent that you two haven't done it in a while, your walls tightened up but he didn't mind. More fun for him.

His thrusts were long but fruitful, hitting all the right spots to make you wet enough to move in smoother. His hand felt good, rubbing at your side while his cock pumped and pistoned into you from behind. You loved how he knew all of your favorite positions, the spots to hit and you loved that he knew exactly what to do with that monstrous cock of his. He pulled out randomly, flipping you into your back and stuffing you full again in missionary, his hand linked fingers with yours, the other gripping at the sheets beside your head.

"You're the best birthday present I could ask for, one that I can keep forever, one that never gets old, one that keeps a spark of hope and love. Keep staying with me, my sweet love~" he said, holding back his moans a little to talk. His thrusts went faster, him leaning down to get a few kisses on your neck and face. Your eyes were having trouble keeping from the back of your head with the way you were being played with. The hand on the sheets moves itself to pinch and play with your clit, the other still holding your hand. You both were so close, wanting to cum together, he sped up again, this time moving his hands to sit above your head.

The claps of your ecstasy and love could be faintly heard through the door to your room but the music was a bit too loud to hear it. His face slightly shifted, his brows knitting together as his thrusts became a little mixed and messy. He kept up just enough then pulled out, fucking himself between your thighs and rubbing your clit to make you both cum, his white milk ropes covering your breasts and some getting on your face, mostly on your stomach. He let your legs open and fall on both sides, admiring the love of his life below him. You were tired and a mess but it was fine. He grabbed one of the heart towels in the drawer by the bed and cleaned you up, then pulled you to his chest to give you a deep and loving kiss. His words were faint but enough for you to hear. "I'm sorry for earlier, honeybun~" you only smiled as you gently bumped his nose with your own. "It's okay, my dear, let's go and enjoy your party~" you reply, you both getting dressed and leaving the room.

Something you both didn't notice was that someone was in your bathroom and heard it all, recorded it for later~

[jae-bummer]

My Idol 3: Part Four

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

You smiled shyly at the man who was now seated next to you at a small, cloth covered table. Catching you looking at him, he quickly smiled in return before you lost your nerve and looked away.

"What?" he whispered, knocking his shoulder lightly into yours. "I like the attention."

Slowly exhaling you looked at him again. It was honestly like trying to keep eye contact with the sun. When you were with Jungkook, things had fit. He felt familiar to you, even though you had no prior run-ins with him. This person, Hongseok (of Pentagon, you had learned), made you nervous.

Jokes about serial killers aside, he gave you one of the heaviest cases of butterflies you thought you had ever had. Your stomach whirled in circles, trying to adjust to the feeling of constantly falling. He didn't quite click, but in this case, it made things more exciting. He seemed the type to put off a playful and witty exterior, only to treasure things when no one was looking. He wanted to be confident with you, but you were almost positive that he was mentally stamping every moment into a scrapbook that he could look back on. You were surprised he hadn't brought his phone out again.

"Do you?" you finally managed to respond. "Maybe I shouldn't give it then."

"Whyyy," he whined, a small line appearing between his brows. "I like it when you look at me."

"I think you like it when anyone looks at you," you teased.

"A little appreciation never hurt," he grinned. Leaning toward you again, his lips tickled the shell of your ear. "You should let me appreciate you too."

Your mouth popped open while it waited for your mind to manufacture some response. Leaning away again, Hongseok's eyes danced with mischief. Just as you were attempting to make any sound, a shop worker sat down across from the two of you.

"Hello sir," Hongseok nodded politely. "We're here for-"

Stopping his sentence completely, you peeled your eyes from him to focus on the newcomer. Cringing, you looked back to Hongseok. "It's everyone's favorite part of My Idol."

"If by "everyone," you mean Jeon Jungkook and Jeon Jungkook alone, then yes, I'm sure it's everyone's favorite," he laughed.

"Hey," you gasped, naturally protective of your first date. "At least it's more fun when someone is happy to participate."

Hongseok's eyebrows shot up as he smirked, amused he had hit a nerve. "I'm more than happy to participate, but let's correct the rest of it. You," he tapped your shoulder lightly. "Are my favorite part of My Idol."

"Nice save," you laughed nervously, facing the shop worker again. You hadn't realized a harmless joke would illicit that reaction from you, but you made a mental note to put some space between you and the memories of your first date. While Jungkook was easily at the top of your mind, you couldn't let it effect you as you moved forward.

Taking the envelope carefully from the older man who was now smiling sadly at you, you couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Not so enthusiastic now, are you?" Hongseok poked.

Immediately handing the envelope to him instead, you looked up with furrowed brows. "Yeah, I don't look forward to this part at all."

Taking it from you, he nodded. Any further wisecracks had died on his lips as he noticed how uncomfortable you were. "I'll do the dirty work then."

Sliding a long finger beneath the envelope's seal, he chewed on his plush bottom lip as he slid out the card stock.

"Make a match: Guess your date's ring size in just one try or face a penalty. "

"One try!" you groaned, rearing around to the producers. "That's impossible."

"That's the point," one of the PD's laughed. You remained stoic, obviously not in on his idea of a joke.

"It'll be fine," Hongseok chimed, directing your attention back towards him. "You know how much jewelry I have pulled on and off every day? We can figure it out!"

Looking from his hands to yours, you shook your head. "Can't you just hint to what yours is? Like a number between 13 and 15 perhaps?"

(**Note: Korean ring sizes are different from US/UK/EU)

"No assisting," one of the PD's responded quickly.

"Well, that wasn't on the card, now was it?" Hongseok chided, looking down his nose at the production crew. You felt an instant smile paint your lips.

"We will check using our ring sizer," the shop worker said helpfully, holding up a key ring that held what appeared to be two dozen small circles.

"Okay," Hongseok hesitated, wiping his palms on his shorts before extending his hand. "Come here."

Scooting more closely to him, you placed your fingers in his, allowing him to maneuver your palm around until it was ridiculously close to his face. "Interesting," he hummed.

"What is?" you asked, looking around your intertwined hands.

"Your skin is very soft," he asserted, his tone contemplative. "And even your fingers are adorable."

"Hongseok!" you laughed, trying to pull yourself from him. This only caused him to smile and hold on more tightly.

"Y/N!" he gasped in a tone similar to yours. Swiveling your hand again, he gave a small nod. "17."

You looked closely at your own hand before narrowing your eyes at him. Admittedly you hadn't sized yourself in awhile, but his guess didn't seem out of the realm of possibility.

Holding up his hand expectantly, Hongseok smiled. "Your turn."

Nodding, you asked him to spread his fingers apart. He happily obliged, continuing to watch you as you were lost in thought.

"Maybe," he said quietly. "It would help if you held my hand."

"Oh, would it?" you laughed.

"I think so," he encouraged, his tone trying to be convincing. "You never know what kind of idea it could spark."

"Fine," you smirked, choosing to humor him. Sliding your fingers between his, you examined them. They were long and thin, much like him. You knew the ring would have to be bigger than where it would naturally sit on his finger, considering it would have to go over his knuckles. Tilting your joined hands back and forth, you wracked your brain for the possible answer.

"We're talking just the ring finger here, right?" you asked, looking over your shoulder at the producers. You weren't going to be caught on a technicality.

A smattering of "yes" and "mmm," answered your question begrudgingly.

"16," you nodded not so confidently.

Hongseok instantly smiled, his face beaming with pride. You knew you had to have gotten it.

Smiling back, your heart tugged again. You didn't realize it at the time, but his jokes and flirting helped you not to think too deeply into what you were trying to do. Sure, Hongseok didn't have the most robust sense of humor you had ever encountered, but he had unlocked the small ways to make you laugh.

"Let's check," he said cheerfully. Picking the key ring up first, he sorted through the options until he found the one marked as 17.

Extending your hand in his direction once again, he looked at you meaningfully. "Do you promise to love and cherish, through sickness and in health-"

You groaned, flopping your head backwards. "Hongseok, please."

"Okay, okay," he laughed, sliding the size 17 easily down your finger. "There! Happy?"

You looked down in shock. Glancing to the producers who were now shaking their heads, you could only grin. "Yeah, actually, I am."

Trying the sizer on Hongseok's hand went much the same, sans the cringe attempt at wedding vows. You felt like you were floating, absolutely drunk with joy. My Idol: 0, Y/N: 2.

"Shall we get to the real date now, gentlemen?" Hongseok asked, his posture much straighter and chest puffed out. "As we have successfully completed our mission?"

After some double checking to confirm the two of you weren't conspiring to fake your ring sizes, the production staff finally allowed you to continue. Now that you had your appropriate numbers, the shop worker, who you learned was named Jae, quickly handed over two pairs of aprons. It was an odd reckoning, finding someone more attractive once they donned an apron, but somehow, that's what happened when you had tied the strings behind Hongseok's back. He quickly pivoted around, insisting on tying yours, and then taking a selfie to commemorate your cute outfits. If only he knew the things the simple piece of fabric was doing to you.

Two photos and one boomerang later, Jae patiently walked you through the process. As these were meant to be couple rings, he insisted you would have to design each other's. Without missing a beat, Hongseok suggested at least five completely terrible things he was planning to put on yours before you were both given a piece of metal to design. It took you some time, but you had finally landed on something you thought was solid. It was easy when you realized.

"Memory," Hongseok hummed happily, looking over the tiny anvil you were using as a rest for the ring you were stamping. "Aren't you the cutest thing to walk on two feet?"

"I thought it fit," you smiled, looking down at the simple lettering you had pounded out.

It didn't take much time for both of you to finish your designs. The next step led you to filing down the ends of the rings, which Jae then melted together. The last and longest stage would involve hammering the rings into shape and correct size. You were both given small, cylindrical tools to do this and began your forging.

The silence you shared was comfortable as you both focused on your work. You didn't feel particularly inclined to start small talk, not until you thought of something you really wanted to learn about him. Of course there were dozens of things you wanted to know. Hundreds, maybe, but this moment felt special. Just two people doing something small in the universe for one another.

"What are you thinking about?" Hongseok finally asked after the sound of tiny hammers had become a little less grating.

"About how even if you don't make it to the next round, I expect you to wear this ring forever," you looked up with a grin.

"A harsh request, but not an impossible one," he laughed.

"Of course I'm joking," you sighed. "I wouldn't want to ruin your game."

"Game?" he smiled. "You're assuming I have any."

"I have spent multiple hours with you now," you conceded. "Apparently I think you have some. I know, crazy."

"What a compliment."

"What does your dating history look like?" you asked now that you were thinking of his attract-ability. "What led you here?"

"Dating history," he groaned, glancing back instinctively at the cameras. "Well, I know my way around a scandal or two."

"Is that right?"

"It doesn't sound as exciting as you think," he continued. "I went out for lunch with a friend once and apparently we were harboring a secret relationship."

"A secret relationship sounds like a lot of work."

"It is," he nodded. "But coming into this I thought, who would be crazy enough to put themselves into chaos like that? To date multiple idols at once?"

"Gee, thanks," you laughed, trying to remain lighthearted. He wasn't wrong.

"You're welcome," he smiled up at you. "But you're not very crazy at all. Frankly, it's disappointing."

"I could hurl my tiny hammer at someone," you said quietly, looking around the room. "Is that crazy enough?"

"I don't think I have enough money for bail," he said dryly. "We should save that for the second date."

"I get it though," you admitted, picking up on the previous line of conversation. "Why would someone want to put themselves out there like that?"

"I just hate the idea of someone I care about getting caught in the crossfire of my profession," he sighed. "So I thought that maybe if I could date someone who knew exactly what they were getting in to, it might not be so bad."

"I'm not sure I really do know what I'm getting into," you shrugged. You had seen plenty of celebrity scandals in your day and they were never painted in a positive light. When you started this adventure, it was an easy realization that you would be getting some level of hate. You had to admit though, you were surprised by just how much. At this point, you avoided almost all forms of social media, chalking it up to a member of BTS being your first date. That was destined to piss off plenty of people.

"I'm protective," he continued. "Dating a non-celebrity...if this works, I have every intention of being careful with you. Not that you need me to treat you like you're something fragile." He paused. "I feel like I'm not saying this how I want to."

"Then try again."

Nodding to himself, he did just that. "I know the attention dating a foreigner would get me in a normal circumstance. I would never deny knowing you or being close with you, but it's about being incredibly conscious at all times. I thought that maybe this show would cut through some of that red tape. I just want to be happy with someone I can make happy."

"You definitely have the ability to do that," you said slowly, watching him from your peripherals.

For a moment, he paused his hammering to look at you before getting back to his work. "You think so?"

"Mmm," you answered, still not looking up, but smiling nonetheless. You had no doubt.

.

"Did you have fun?" Hongseok asked, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. To capture just a little more time together, you had agreed for him to walk you the few blocks back home.

You looked down to what was your half of a matching set of couple rings. It was difficult not to smile at the small H engraved next to a heart. "You know, I really did."

"And why do you sound so surprised?" he laughed, pulling you to a stop. Unfortunately, you had arrived at your apartment building much sooner than you would have liked.

"I have to go into these things at least a little guarded," you smirked. "Can't go getting my heart broken all over the place, now can I?"

"I realize you had no idea who your date would be when you woke up this morning," he cooed, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. "But I have no intentions of breaking your heart."

"Yeah, well, we'll see what Korea has to say about that," you grumbled, glancing into the lobby of your building.

Catching your attention for a brief moment, someone dressed in all black had just hurried down the stairs and toward the back exit of the building. Tilting your head, you turned back to Hongseok. "That was weird."

"Hm?" he asked, turning to look inside the lobby as well.

"Someone..." you began, but shook your head. "Nothing."

"What was it?" he asked, his brows furrowed in concern.

"Just got a weird feeling," you muttered. "It's okay though."

"Why don't I walk you up to your place?" he asked, instantly catching on to your sudden change of mood. "If that's okay?"

"You don't have to," you said, the natural reply. It was your goal in life to be as small of an inconvenience to those around you as possible.

"I know I don't have to," he implored, smiling encouragingly. "But if you want me to, I'll do it twelve times over."

"But no more than that?" you teased, attempting to shake off the odd feeling again.

"Nope," he laughed. "You ask for the thirteenth and I'm gone."

"If you really don't mind," you said quietly, already feeling ridiculous.

"Of course not," he nodded. "Buzz us in."

Using your key card, the two of you made your way into the building and up the two flights of stairs to your apartment. The elevator was often broken in your complex, but even if it wasn't, you felt too restless to wait for it to arrive.

Finally making your way down the hall, you paused. Surely that couldn't be right.

"Which one's yours?" Hongseok asked, eying the different apartment numbers. He came to a stop beside you, going quiet when his eyes landed on what you were seeing.

"Hongseok, I-" you began, your feet stumbling forward. Your apartment door was cracked open. But why?

"Stay behind me," he rushed out, nudging you behind him. You glanced over your shoulder to Wu and Woo who were finally huffing up the stairs.

"Did I forget to lock it?" you breathed, tiptoeing behind Hongseok as he slowly approached your door.

"The lock's busted," he muttered, shaking his head. Turning around, he pulled you back into the direction you had first came. "We need to call the police."

[celestiababie]

Valentine's Special | Jeong Jaehyun

Title: Valentine's Special

Pairings: idol!Jaehyun x idol!reader, Jaehyun x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, idol!au, suggestive, angst but barely any

Warnings: I'm not quite sure...comment if you think there's anything I should add

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: My favorite time of year to read is legitimately February because of all the amazing fics about Jaehyun. I've had this account for a while but I've never written anything for Jaehyun's birthday and I wanted to contribute. Happy birthday Jae! I hope all of my fellow Jaehyun lovers enjoy it. Please don't be a silent reader!

Four months, that's how long you've been dating Jeong Jaehyun. On paper, Jaehyun was the pinnacle of a perfect man and boyfriend. He was undoubtedly handsome, intelligent, humourous, caring, and somehow humble but, you were lucky enough to see sides of him that people rarely did, flaws included. Sometimes Jaehyun was too busy, and you'd have to remind him to eat. Sometimes he was clumsy, and you'd have to warn him to be careful. Sometimes he kept all of his stress and worries locked away for the sake of his idol image. Jaehyun was a man with his own set of flaws, but you wouldn't trade him for anyone else. Maybe it was too soon to call your feelings love, but you knew you were quickly falling more and more for Jaehyun.

It wasn't easy dating a popular idol. You came from a pretty small label, in a group that wasn't too popular. So netizens were beyond shocked when they learned NCT's Jaehyun was dating you. Hate was inevitable, though you and Jaehyun persevered. Jae always reassured you that you're all he ever wanted, that you're beautiful, that he enjoys being yours.

And you enjoyed being his. As difficult as things occasionally maybe, there's something about staring deep into his warm coffee-colored eyes that made all your worries melt away. Something in the way his skin radiated as the sun rose and light crept its way through your window. There's nothing like moments shared with Jaehyun.

"Stop staring and tell me what you want to do for your birthday!" You shyly averted your gaze to find something more fascinating in your room. Despite being an idol in a group of five, you were fortunate enough to get your own space. The corners of your lips curled up in a smile as you recalled fumbling with Jaehyun in the dark on the way to your room, him knocking over the lamp in your living room, waking up each of your members.

A sudden weight on top of you pulls you out of your reminiscing, a breathy chuckle fleeing from your lips as you aimlessly try to push Jae off of you. It was no use; his workout regimen added a few pounds of muscle. He groaned and burrowed his face in the crook of your neck.

" I already told you. All I want is to do nothing all day and spend time with you. I don't mind," he mumbled against your skin. Your face scrunched as you felt his lip move with each word against your sensitive skin. With all your might, you rolled the two of you over until you were on top of him.

"This is my first time celebrating your birthday AND Valentine's day. We can do nothing next year, promise." You ended your words with a pout, hoping it would sway him, but his focus wasn't on that. A grin broke out on his face before he gently pulled you down closer to let his lips press against yours.

"Next year, huh? You want there to be a next year?" You could hear his deep and husky voice ooze with cockiness.

Pulling away from the kiss, you stare down at him with sincere eyes, " of course, why wouldn't I? I love-" Your eyes widen tremendously before the infamous three-word phase can finish. Jaehyun stares back at you with an unreadable expression, staring into nothing for a considerable amount of time that has you anxious. Four months isn't that long. Did he think it was too soon? Was it too soon? You hadn't meant to let the words slip out of your mouth, but you couldn't deny the truth the unfinished sentence had.

"Do you love me?" As much as you wished Jaehyun would snap out of his daze, now you were hoping he'd go back, his question ringing in your ears.

You did. But it was too soon, right? You didn't want to scare him off with the seriousness of an I love you so you did what any clueless and borderline dumb person would do; you pretended like it didn't happen.

" We should get ready! Maybe we can walk around a park? And get dinner? Or go to a dog cafe- you like dogs- I like dogs- it'll be great!" You frantically moved off of Jaehyun, his eyes watching you like a hawk as you began to tear your closet apart in hopes of finding an outfit.

" Y/n-" he called out.

" I found this dog cafe a week ago, and I forgot to tell you, but I didn't want to go without you." You kept your back turned away from him, too embarrassed to face him and his stupidly perfect face.

"Because you love me?" He probed once more, your emotions too high-strung to hear the smile in his voice.

You took a deep breath and finally mustered up the courage to turn around to face him. You brushed off the amused look he had on his face.

"N-no, because it would be rude of me not to bring you along as a fellow dog lover."

"So you don't love me?" Jaehyun cocked an eyebrow at you with a sly smirk as he sat up from the bed and made steps towards you. The beating of your heart amplified with each footstep, the sound resonating through your ears. Your muscles relax as his warm hands slide up your waist.

Jaehyun watched you with soft eyes as you avoided his eyes at all cost. He didn't know what was going through your head exactly, but he liked to think he knew you well enough to have an idea. Jaehyun cracked a small smile as he let go of your waist to cup the sides of your face. Leaning forward, he captured your soft lips with his, kissing you with an underlying emotion present. Your heart swelled with passion, your hands quickly reaching up to wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

Jae's lips pulled away from you, "I know what I want for my birthday."

"Hm?" You hummed out in a post-kiss trance, drunk off of Jaehyun's lips.

"Say it."

Your arms unraveled from his neck as you pulled away from Jaehyun. Your eyes searched his momentarily, making sure he was serious. There wasn't a single trace of uncertainty in Jaehyun's eyes. Instead, you noticed a hopefulness residing in those rich pools of chocolate. Jaehyun bit down on his bottom lip in anticipation as he watched you take a deep inhale.

"I love you. A lot, Jae," you exhaled out, finally feeling a weight lifted off from your shoulders. Jaehyun broke out in a smile and quickly pulled you back into his arms, crashing his lips against yours once more. The passion he held in the kiss left you momentarily stunned, not expecting the sudden reaction. A small moan escaped from your lips once Jae sank his teeth into your bottom lip with just enough pressure. Your fingers trailed up his shirt before bunching the fabric in your grasp. So lost in the moment with Jaehyun, you mindlessly chased after his lips with a subtle whine as he pulled away.

"I love you too, Y/n."

As you open your eyes, your eyes meet the endearing sight of Jae looking down at you with nothing but pure affection in his eyes. Jaehyun loves you. He found himself falling more and more for your charming personality ever since he met you backstage at Music Bank when both of your groups were promoting. You were now a constant in his life, someone he couldn't imagine without in his life. Four months wasn't a long time, but it was long enough to know how much he loved you and cared about you.

"You should have just said that then! I was about to have a heart attack over here," you teased, your hand reaching up to push his shoulder.

Jaehyun let out his infamous hearty chuckle and placed his hands to rest on your waist as he leaned down to press soft kisses along your neckline. You bit your lip to keep a smile from creeping up on your face.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'll make it up for you."

"Jae...it's your birthday, not mine." You breathed out as he sucked on your sweet spot.

Jaehyun guided you back to the bed, pushing you down before climbing on top of you. He held himself up by placing his hands on either side of your face. He leaned down and kissed up your neck until he reached your ear.

Your breath hitched as you felt his whispers fan against your ear.

"But it is Valentine's day, baby."

Don't be a silent reader! And happy birthday to our Valentine's boy ❤

[sunghun]

“oh, baby!” - 17.5

#or what

warnings: cursing, y/n injures someone (accidentally), beomjay rivalry at its finest

wc: 437

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After locking your phone, you took a deep breath and moved over to the sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror. With a hopeless groan you turned on the water and splashed some on your face.

You’ve got this Y/N. It’s just hanging out with two guys. Two really cute guys that you have a crush on, but that’s irrelevant.

You patted your cheeks dry and had to hold back from smacking yourself too hard.

Gosh, I am such an idiot.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

“Y/N?” It was Beomgyu. “Are you alright?”

“Really dude?” Though you couldn’t see him, you could imagine Jay rolling his eyes. “What are you, their dad? They’re probably fine, relax with the overprotectiveness.”

You heard Beomgyu scoff. “And what are you? My dad? Back the fuck up and don’t tell me what to do.”

“Or what, twinkle toes?”

“Or I’ll-“

You decided to leave the bathroom before an actual fight broke out, but unfortunately underestimated just how close Beomgyu had been to the door and successfully slammed right into his side with the heavy piece of metal.

He stumbled back with a groan, his hand coming up to cradle the side of his face.

“Oh my gosh, Beomgyu! I’m so sorry!” You placed your hand on his arm gently. “Are you okay? I swear I didn’t know you were standing that close.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s alright.” He rubbed his cheek before pausing. “Would you mind checking my face to see if there’s any bruising or anything though?”

“Of course.” You didn’t hesitate in placing your hands on his neck and turning his head to get a better look at where you’d hit him. “Hmm, it looks a bit red here,” You brushed your fingertips across his temple, as softly as possible. “Does it hurt really bad?”

He turned to look you in the eyes. “Not anymore.”

You stared at each other for a moment before there was a snort from Jay.

“Wow, talk about cheesy.”

You coughed and pulled away from Beomgyu, avoiding his eyes. “Sorry, again.”

Beomgyu shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

The air was awkward and tense.

Jay cleared his throat. “So what were you guys up to?”

You perked up, desperate to have something to talk about. “Beomgyu and I were about to get ice cream, actually. Did you want to come?”

Jay glanced behind you at Beomgyu and grinned. “Sure! Thanks so much for inviting me Y/N, you’re so sweet.” He offered his arm. “Shall we?”

You grabbed Beomgyu’s hand and linked your other arm with Jay’s. “Let’s go!”

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More than a Memory | Min Yoongi

pairing | husband!min yoongi x deceased!f reader

genre/cw | extreme angst, five-year-old gibberish, death, much sadness, fatal disease

wc | 1.1k

notes | grab your tissues :’(

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Yoongi ran his hands through his hair and sighed. He was composing a new song, but he couldn't come up with a good rap. BTS was releasing a new album in five months and they needed one more song to make it complete. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door to his studio. 

 "Come in." 

 Hoseok opened the door and stepped on through. 

 "Hey Yoongi," he greeted taking the seat next to him. 

He quickly noticed the plate of food that Yoongi hadn't even touched. 

 "You can't keep starving yourself. It's not going to help anything," Hoseok stated, sighing. 

 "I know Hobi, I just didn't feel hungry," he lied. "Where's Jaebyeok?" 

 "He's with Tae and Namjoon in the dance studio," he replied. "For a five-year-old, he's got some sweet dance moves," Hoseok chuckled.

 "He does doesn't he," Yoongi smiled to himself. "Well, I'm trying to write a rap for my new song. I already have the melody and vocal lyrics, but I just can't find the right flow," he explained leaning forward to grab his computer mouse and click on the lyrics he had already written. Hoseok examined them.

 "I like it. Also, I have an idea for the rap," said Hoseok, moving towards the keyboard. 

He typed away and showed Yoongi the rap. He nodded, signifying he liked it. Hoseok than demonstrated and rapped what he wrote.

 "I love it. Thanks Hobi," Yoongi, smiled. 

 "Any time," Hoseok replied, grabbing the plate of food and leaving the room. 

 Just after he closed the door, it opened again.

 "Appa!" Jaebyeok shouted, running into his father's arms.

 "Hey buddy," Yoongi ruffled his hair. "What are you up to?"

 "Uncle Tae taught me the choweogwaphy to smoove wike butter!" he said, feeling proud.

 Yoongi laughed at the fact that he called the song that. "Are you going to show me?"

 "Uhh, sure!" he replied, getting into position.

As he danced, he noticed how he redid a move if he messed up. But most of the time, he was in point. 

 "Amazing job Jae," he clapped.

 Jaebyeok then jumped into his lip and stared at the screen.

 "Are you witing a new song?" he asked, curiously.  

 "Yep. Maybe I'll teach you the choreography too," he smiled.

 "Weally? Yes!" he pumped his fist into the air triumphantly.

He then snuggled closer to his dad and the mood became a lot more serious when he said, "Can you tell me more about Eomma?"

~~~~~

Y/n laughed as she played with her three-year-old son in the backyard's soft grass. 

"Can you say I love you Jaebyeokie?" she asked.

"I wuv you!" he bounced up and down, causing her to laugh.

"Okay, can you tell that to Appa?" she asked, pointing to Yoongi who was installing a birdhouse in a beautiful Sakura Blossom tree.

"Yeah!" Jaebyeok shouted.

"Okay let's go," she said, holding his hand as they walked over to him. Jaebyeok then let go of his mother's hand and went to hug his father's legs.

"I wuv you!" he shouted up at him.

Yoongi quickly set down his hammer and picked up his son. "I loved you to Jae," he said, kissing his cheek and spinning him around.

"Give eomma kiss!" yelled Jaebyeok.

Yoongi looked at Y/n. "Did you tell him to say that too?" he smirked.

 Y/n gasped as she placed a hand to her heart. "I would never!"

Yoongi smiled and leaned in anyway. He pressed a sweet kiss to her lips before looking at the sun setting.

"​​​It's getting late. Let's head inside and watch a movie, then finish the birdhouse tomorrow," Yoongi suggested.

"Yay!" exclaimed the child, agreeing with that plan.

Yoongi carried him inside as Y/n watched them. She folded her arms and smiled. She had the perfect husband, the perfect son, and the perfect house. Things couldn't be better. 

As she began walking inside, she felt sick and found it hard to breath, before passing out.

Yoongi noticed that his wife hadn't come inside the house yet, so he went back outside after setting his son on the couch with his crackers. 

"Jagi?" he called out, looking around.

He then saw Y/n lying in the grass, unconscious.

"Y/n!"

~~~~~

Yoongi played with his hands and tried to stop his shaking leg as he waited outside the ICU. He was alert when a doctor walked out of the room.

"Doctor, Y/n, is she okay?" he asked, breathlessly.

"She's alive, but..." the doctor couldn't bring himself to tell him.

 "​​​But what?" he asked, getting a terrible feeling in his gut.

"She has lung cancer. I'm really sorry," the doctor frowned and avoided eye contact. He hated this part of the job. But it had to be done.

​​​​~~~~~

Yoongi held Y/n's hand as she fell into a fit of coughing. It had been four months since her diagnosis.

"I can feel it Yoongi. I’m not going to make it to tomorrow,” Y/n gasped for air.

”You’re going to be fine Baby, don’t talk like that,” Yoongi told her, but he was really trying to tell himself that.

”You know I’m not going to live,” she told him exactly what he didn’t want to hear, but knew was true. “Take care of Jaebyeok for me, okay?” she smiled.

He smiled back to make her happy. “Okay.”

He gave her hand a light squeeze.

~~~~~

It was a dark and rainy day as Yoongi stood of his wife’s grave with his son’s hand in his. In his other hand he held an umbrella to protect the two from the heavy rain.

”Eomma,” Jaebyeok called out to the grave with an extended arm.

”You miss her, don’t you?” Yoongi asked, eyes dried out from crying.

He nodded and clung to his father. 

“Eomma…”

~~~~~

“Was she the most pwettiest woman you’ve ever met?” asked Jaebyeok, as he played with the keyboard.

”Most definitely. She looked like an angel.”

”Oh! Angels are so beautiful!” he yelled, making Yoongi laugh. 

“Yes they are Jae. Yes they are.”

”Well, I guess heaven needed her because she was an angel. We’ll see her somebody Appa,” said Jaebyeok, not trying to make any sense.

Yoongi was taken aback by his words and smiled slightly. “Yeah. I guess heaven needed her more than we did, huh?”

”Yeah!” he bounced around, having endless energy. 

He smiled at his son and noticed how much of Y/n he could see in him. He had her eyes, smile, and personality. Very fun and caring. It brought him happy tears.

”Well if heaven let Eomma stay a little longer, I know she’d be so proud of you Jaebyeok.”

”Weally?”

”Very proud.”

”She’d be proud of you too Appa! Because she thinks you’re so handsome and tawented, and she wuves the songs you write! She told me herself.”

“She did?”

”I never wie Appa.”

”I know Jae.”

[taem-min-archived]

Let it Snow || j.jh

PAIRING || Husband! Jaehyun x reader

GENRES || Fluff, Humour, Parent AU, Husband AU, Established Relationship, Christmas AU

SUMMARY || Birthdays were meant to be special and so was Christmas. But what do you do if your daughter holds a tantrum that she didn’t want her birthday on Christmas?

WC || 925

WARNINGS || None

A/N || Rushed up fic, apologies in advance.

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EVENT || Part of the Winter Event: Fluff or Fright by @whipped-kpop-creators​ ,  The Memoirs Of A Very Neo Holiday by @neowritingsnet​ , the Peppermint Latte by @ficscafe​ and ‘Tis the season event by @superm-net​ .

PROMPTS || 1. Making snow angels 2. “So... what are we supposed to do under this mistletoe?”

“Surprise!” You screamed, as soon as your daughter opened her eyes a little. As soon as she frowned a little, your husband Jaehyun scooped her up in a hug off her bed.

“Happy birthday, princess!” Jaehyun nuzzled her tummy, expecting to laugh but instead she screamed in anger.

You looked at surprise in him, as he immediately placed Hana back on the bed. You clambered up beside her, as tears of anger streamed down her tiny face.

“Baby?” You asked, panicking. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like my birthday!” She cried. Jaehyun looked at you worriedly.

“Wh-what’s wrong with your birthday?” He asked.

“It’s on the same day as Christmas!”

“Then-then-” You seemed to be struggling to understand what was wrong with this. Yes, her birthday was on Christmas but wasn’t that great? “Then what’s wrong with that?”

She howled louder this time and both you and Jaehyun knew you were in big big trouble for not understanding her sadness.

“I get only one present! And only one day to have proper fun! But everyone else seems to be enjoying themselves on their birthday AND Christmas!”

“Aww, baby is that the problem?” Jaehyun said, scooping her back into his arms. He slowly carried her out of the room, you following the two of them in slight panic as to what to do for your daughter’s new completely reasonable whim. “Today, we will be having so much fun that you won’t even feel the loss of one less fun day! In fact, your mother and I were planning to extend today from twenty four hours to forty eight hours! Right, honey?”

What-

“What? Of course, of course! That way you will have two days!”

Haneul blinked rapidly, sniffling her little nose as her tantrum seemed to be coming to an end slowly. 

“Y-You can do that?”

“Of course we can, princess! We can do whatever we want today!”

And with that, Jaehyun  barreled out of the house with her in his arms, as your distressed scoldings were blocked out by her screams of laughter and delight.

“Wait Jae! She’s just wearing a thin night dress-”

You just sighed in defeat as you quickly began working on ‘special’ breakfast. The rainbow waffles were almost ready and you sliced down the apples before adding frosting and sprinkles over them to make them look like donuts.

After what felt like an hour, you peeped out of your window to call the two of them in. The last thing you wanted was a half frozen daughter right on her birthday.

What met your eyes shouldn’t have shocked you. But it did shock you.

Lying on the soft snow, making snow angels was your lightly clothed husband and daughter, enjoying to the maximum.

“Haneul!” You screamed, running towards her to pick her off. But Jaehyun was quicker than you.

As soon as he saw you raced towards them, he quickly got up and knocked you off onto the snow.

“Jaehyun!”

“Calm down baby.” His low husky voice and the stupid smirk on his face caused you to stop struggling underneath him.

You blinked at him, unsure what he wanted.

“Mommy, let’s make snow angels!”

You heard Haneul scream from the side and Jaehyun grinned at you once more, rolling off you but still holding you hand. You felt Haneul hold your others.

All of a sudden, despite lying in the cold snow you felt warm. Really warm as a smile that copied your daughter’s crept up your cheeks.

“Yes baby. Let’s make snow Haneuls too!”

She screamed in happiness at the thought, already moving her hands against the snow. You let out a laugh and followed suit.

Soon, all the three of you were inside the warmth of your home, watching and giggling at the many snow angels the three of you had left in the front yard. The evening was setting in and your house was lit up in warm shades.

“Pwetty, isn’t it baby?” Jaehyun asked, holding his daughter in his arms.

Haneul giggled.

“But it's not as pwetty as my angel.”

She laughed loudly, causing you to laugh too. 

“Come on baby.” You said, extending both your arms towards her. “We need to get ready for the party!”

Haneul jumped off her father’s arms instead of going to yours and ran towards her room.

“Catch me if you can!” She squealed.

You laughed and were about to follow her when you felt a strong pair of arm snake around your waist.

You smirked, turning to face your husband. He too smirked back and bumped his forehead against you.

“Do you know where we are?”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion. His smirk deepened as his eyes flicked up to the ceiling. Yours followed suit.

You smiled at the mistletoe, as you gripped Jaehyun’s shoulder lightly.

“So… what are we supposed to do under this mistletoe?”

You feigned doubt.

“Hmm, I don’t know Mr. Jung. What do we do?”

You felt him cup your cheeks gently as your stomach flipped.

“Then should I kiss you, Mrs. Jung?”

You hummed in response, wanting to feel his lips against yours. Your eyes fluttered close as he leaned in closer but before his lip could meet yours, you heard a delighted scream from Haneul’s room.

“Mommy! Daddy! I got two gifts this year! Come quickly!”

Jaehyun sighed, shaking his head happily as you let out a small laugh.

Breaking away from him, the two of you began walking towards her room.

“You better finish what you started, Mr.Jung.”

“Don’t worry. I will.”

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

[theirbbygirl]

Second Lead Syndrome

Word Count: ~8.7k words

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Genre: Angst, Fluff, Comedy, Female reader insert

Description: Y/n and Minho have been friends for more than 2 years now, but suddenly she begins to see herself as the mere second lead in Minho’s story. Will she be the rare second lead who gets her own happy ending?

Warnings: some crying, themes of unrequited love (if there’s anything that I missed don’t hesitated to let me know!) 

I’d only ever encountered Second Lead Syndrome in the dramas I’d watched. Wanting the girl to end up with the second lead who was so obviously the better and healthier choice, but like every avid watcher of kdramas, it's more than likely for the main leads to end up with each other, that was just how it worked. What I never thought I’d encounter was seeing it happen before my own eyes and experience it firsthand.

Life was never supposed to be a kdrama. Life was supposed to be simple, a straight line, going from point A to B with no complications. But life never really went my way did it? It just had to throw in one variable, one man that had too much influence on my life. 

I couldn’t remember the first time I met Minho. It was probably sometime in the first grade when his family first moved in next to mine. But alas, we were both too young to remember exactly what sparked our friendship. One day we were strangers and the next we had given our parents a near heart attack when we both went after a stray cat on the way back home (my mom’s words, not ours).  From then my memories were filled with him, just us besties hanging out like anyone would with their best friend. First party, first mental breakdown, first drink, all with him. Soon enough we were in our final year of University, and ultimately, adults. 

The Minho I knew was laid back, not too extroverted but not too introverted either. While I completely contrasted him, always anxious about something, wanting perfection to the T, and completely and utterly introverted.  Our friendship, moving into University, sparked a lot of questions. You wouldn’t typically find the introverted straight-A student with the borderline badboy tsundere walking and laughing in the halls together, spending practically every waking moment together. But Minho didn’t care, and neither did I, so we moved through life pretty easily. 

One of the few things we had in common was our love for cats, and when we both foudn out there was a cat cafe just a few minutes walk from our campus, you best bet we spent too much of our time and money there. Studying, hanging out, anything you could imagine. If we weren’t in one of our dorms, we were more than likely to be in the cat cafe. 

Every day after class we’d go there and we’d complain about our least favorite professors and how lectures would seemingly last for longer than they should. Additionally, Minho had almost become akin to my own dormmate with how much time he spent in my dorm. He’d come in whenever he wished, stealing my frozen pizzas and sodas, using my Netflix account on my TV to watch weird National Geographic shows and make random comments like “that snake looks just like Kim Seungmin,” or “look its Hannie” whenever a squirrel came on screen. Minho was always there when I needed a drinking partner after bombing a test or assignment, pouring me shots of soju until I passed out and bringing me to my bed and tucking me in whiel he would sleep on the couch to make sure I wouldn’t do anything stupid in the middle of the night. 

Although, more people knew Minho’s name than mine, but that didn’t bother any of us. We continued on being friends as usual, and it felt like nothing would change that. Life was moving in a straight line like it should’ve always been.

At least, that’s what it felt like until February, just a few months before we graduated. 

I make my way to our usual spot in the courtyard after buying an iced coffee and a snickers bar from the vending machine next to my classroom, I walk up behind Minho sitting on a bench when I find him staring out in front of him instead of looking at cat videos on his phone like he usually does. Slowing my walk, I trail my eyes to the vague direction he’s facing and see that he’s looking at Kim Seungmin and a girl chatting outside the classroom. I ignore the thought, opting to think that Minho must’ve spaced out thinking about how he would irritate Seungmin next class. I plop down next to him when he still doesn’t take note of my arrival, so I get right next to his ear and blow cold air into it, snickering when he jolts in surprise. 

“What was that for?” He whines, fake annoyed.

“You got lost up in your thoughts for a certain Kim Seungmin there.” I snicker some more, opening my snickers (hehe) bar.

Just as I’m about to take the first bite of the sugary goodness, the chocolate bar gets snatched out of my hands and a certain Lee Minho takes an obnoxious bite out of it, not even giving it back but eating it like it was his. I pout, watching him devour my snack, knowing that I couldn’t do anything to get it back. 

“For your information, I was not thinking about Kim Seungmin.” He says pointedly, slightly muffled by the chocolate in his mouth.

I sigh, knowing I wasn’t going to get that chocolate bar back any time soon, and open my iced coffee. “So what were you thinking about then?” I ask before taking a sip.

“Don’t know, spaced out.” Is all the answer I get and I highly doubt him, but I brush it off anyways and don’t pry. 

Minho and I slide into our usual conversation about assignments, plans for the week, and everything under the sun. We talk about how he’s planning to visit home the next day and stay for a weekend and how excited he is to see his cats after a long time, I unknowingly smile at his ramble about how talkative Dori is, and just sit back and listen. I never took into account how healing it was to just watch and listen to him talk, the sultry of his voice and his little exclamations of frustration or excitement that came once in a while. I had to catch myself from staring when he turned to look at me, having asked me a question I didn’t catch.

“Sorry what was that?” I ask.

“Am I that beautiful for you to have lost your hearing to my handsome face?” I couldn’t just tell him that that was basically what had happened, it would inflate his ego by too much and reveal everything I’d hidden thus far.

“The heck? No, I was thinking about how great it would be to get some peace and quiet while you’re not around this weekend.” I lie, having Minho around is the only thing that brings me entertainment that isn’t endless sappy kdramas on my laptop, but he can never know that. 

Minho scoffs, says something under his breath that I don’t quite catch, then turns back to me. “You love me.” He says with a pout.

“Unfortunately I do.” 

That was the first of many inconspicuous confessions. 

It was nearing 3 or 4 am and I was about halfway done with another kdrama when several knocks resound through the small living space. Knowing exactly who it is, I only shout back “you know the code!” and moments later the door opens. 

I don’t bother to get up and greet Minho, this exact scene has happened too many times for either of us to care at this point, and it doesn’t surprise me that the moment he enters he shouts, “Honey I’m home!” like we’re in some cheesy romcom. 

“Mhmm, welcome home, leech.” I enunciate the last word purposely, but I know he won’t bat an eye at the term. I continue to chew my popcorn while he wanders through my cabinets, looking for snacks. “There’s chips in the cabinet next to the fridge and sprite in there too. If you want more food order Chinese takeout.” 

“I don’t have my wallet.” I can practically hear his pout from where I sat, eyes unmoving from the TV screen. 

“You know where mine is, but you have to pay me back.” A few seconds pass with no response until suddenly he’s next to me and kissing my cheek.

“I loveeee you!” He says too sweetly, retreating back to the mini-kitchen to order takeout.

“Mhmm, I love you too.” I say, not loud enough for him to hear the confidence missing from my tone. 

Continuing to watch the episode of in front of me, I remain in my comfortable position, only moving to lift my legs when Minho comes back to sit on the couch under my legs and the blanket. 

“Oh you’re watching this one?” He asks, reaching into the bowl of popcorn I offer him.

“Yeah, didn’t have anything else to watch so I put it on since everyone seems to like it so much.” 

“Mm,” he hums while also indulging himself into the scenes playing in front of him. “You’re probably team potato guy, right?” 

“What kind of question is that? Of course I am!” I scoff.

“I don’t know, I still think she should end up with Jae-eon.”

“Are you crazy? He literally leads her on like every playboy and is ruining her mentality by not defining their relationship.” 

“Yeah, but they’re so cute together, and you can totally tell he feels something for her.” He argues.

“Just cause they’re cute together doesn’t mean they’re good for each other, the entire guy is a walking red flag, I don’t understand why she doesn’t just walk away when she’s had experience with a shit boyfriend.” I sigh.

“You, have major second lead syndrome.” He points an accusing finger at me.

“So what? It’s for good reason, the main lead is toxic as fuck and you can’t change my mind.” I upturn my nose, turning back to the TV and continuing to watch the episode. 

The mentioning of the second lead sends a flurry of thoughts into my brain for a reason I can’t comprehend. Sometimes the main leads aren’t that bad but still we want the main character to end up with the second lead, maybe out of our own natural selfishness because we prefer the second lead more. I shake the thoughts away, trying to convince myself that kdramas were only works of fiction and too cheesy to be real, yet for whatever reason I always felt a connection with the second leads, like our emotions directed to our crushes were the same, because I knew that I would always be the second lead in Minho’s story. 

Minho’s name was always called out more times than mine was growing up, which I didn’t really mind until our hangout time would be seriously cut down because he had to hang out with other friends. Don’t get me wrong, I loved that he had friends, but there was a little bit of selfishness in me that wanted him to myself.

A new drama and a few episodes later, plus Chinese takeout, lead to our eventual demise. We both fall asleep on the couch in less than comfortable positions and wake up with stiff-neck, us groaning at the pain. 

We continue on with our usual morning routines, taking turns freshening up in the bathroom before heading out for breakfast at Paws and Pastries since we were both too lazy to make food ourselves. Besides, hot coffee in the morning plus good sandwiches AND cats? What more could you ask for?

When we enter the cat cafe I notice a familiar face behind the cashier, it was the same girl Seungmin was talking to on Friday, and the same girl I caught Minho staring at. We walk up to the cashier, I order my food first, a simple breakfast sandwich with a coffee to go with it and wait next to Minho to finish ordering. 

I made the mistake up glancing up at his face as he was telling his order to her, Ahra, her name tag read. There was something in his eyes that glinted that I had never seen before, not when he talked to Han and not when he talked to me. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of emotion in the middle of my chest before forcing myself to look back down, inserting my card and paying for everything. I sent the girl a thank you and a kind smile after she told us our food would be right over, and both me and Minho went over to our usual table in the back corner next to the cat’s jungle gym and right up next to the window. I get lost in my thoughts while we begin playing with the cats we were so accustomed to. 

Like most second leads, I knew exactly what my feelings were. I was practically an adult, how could I miss the fast beating of my heart or my clammy hands whenever I was around him? But again, like most second leads, I knew I’d never get a chance with him, not when everything we did together was purely platonic. It was painfully obvious that I’d be stuck with an unrequited love for who knows how long, and I couldn’t just detach myself from him all of a sudden to get over my feelings because a) he’d notice and force me to tell him what was wrong, ultimately leading me to tell him that I had feelings for him, and b) the moment I would come back or see him for even just a second I know I would develop those feelings all over again. Neither of which were choices I was willing to take so I suck it up and see him every day, ignoring everything my heart was telling me. 

I look up from the cat that I’m petting in my lap and look at Minho again, only to find him staring at Ahra who was taking people’s orders with a perfect pearly smile. It was in that moment that I knew, I had just found the female lead of Minho’s story.

3 weeks go by in a similar manner. Minho and I see Ahra around campus a few times and with some twisted fate, she’s on the clock every time we go to Paws and Pastries. Minho, being his smooth self, easily gets himself acquainted with her. They laugh and giggle so naturally and can slip into conversation so easily I’m almost envious of Minho and his non-introverted self. 

Not being one to try and stop fate, I watch it all happen. Telling Minho to ask her out already and teasing him about how lovesick he gets when he sees her nearby or at the cafe. I know Minho likes her when he blushes or gets defensive whenever I mention her in our conversations even though he’s never explicitly told me himself. I put on a face in front of him whenever these conversations come up, not wanting to get in the way of his happiness. 

One day some of our friends want to meet up outside of campus, we make plans to meet up at a bowling alley, ready to have fun until the late evening hours. Seungmin brought Ahra along with him, asking if it was okay to invite her since they were friends. Everyone agrees and we all meet up as planned. When everyone gets there, including Seungmin and Ahra, we introduce ourselves, Minho not having to introduce himself and easily speaking with her like they always did whenever running into each other. All the the boys have raised brows and mischievous smiles as they watch the interaction between the two, but only one looks at me in concern. 

A majority of the night passes by with laughter and teasing, how Chan was terrible at bowling this night and Minho easily beating him despite never doing too well on our previous adventures to the bowling alley. I spend the night with the rest of the boys, while Minho and Ahra spend time getting to know each other even more. There’s a point in the evening where I see Minho hold out his phone to Ahra to exchange numbers, I can hear her giggle when they take a selfie together, probably for her profile picture. I have to turn my head away quickly to ignore the cracking of my own heart when Minho puts his arm on the couch behind Ahra, he does it so naturally, yet he’s never done it with me. I will my thoughts to focus on the game and not on Minho, not noticing the same pair of concerned eyes until they speak up.

“Are you alright?” Hyunjin asks. 

“Hm? Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?” My voice cracks halfway through and I try to hide my sad eyes, even though I was fully aware that Hyunjin had probably noticed that something was up.

“‘Cause you seem pretty affected by that scene over there.” He motions to Minho and Ahra with a nod of his head. 

“It’s nothing, Hyun, just nice seeing Minho talking to more people.”

“Y/n, you know he talks to people all the time, and you’re not nearly as affected then as you are now.” 

“Hyunjin, really, it’s fine.” I try to convince him but he says something that lets me know that he knows.

“You like Minho.”

“What? No that’s absurd I-“ He looks at me pointedly, and I sigh in defeat. “Yeah, okay, you got me.”

“Why don’t you say anything? Clearly it hurts you to see him like that.” He refers to Minho getting cozy with her.

“Hyunjin, it’s clear that everything we have is platonic, he even called me his sister several times. And who am I to get in the way of him getting into a relationship? That’s not my place to say anything, especially when his last girlfriend was 2 years ago.” 

“I get that, but shouldn’t he at least deserve to know? He says that he knows everything about you, but there’s one thing that he doesn't. You know practically everything about him, isn’t it a little unfair?” 

“We have choices as to what we share with each other and what we don’t, it’s his choice to tell me what he wants to and my choice to tell him what I want to tell him. Besides, he hasn’t even told me that he has a crush on Ahra yet.” 

“So maybe he doesn’t then.” 

“Hyunjin, just look at him, he’s a puppy in love.” I glance back over to Minho and Ahra sitting parallel to us. Minho is smiling brightly, more brightly than I had seen in a while and I can’t help but let my lips upturn at the corners just slightly in another sad smile. 

Hyunjin sighs next to me, and I look back to him. “I’m sorry y/n, I really wish he would end up with you instead of her, it doesn’t seem fair to you.”

“Hey, don’t say that, Ahra seems like a nice girl, she and Minho will get along great. And nothing in life is fair Hyunjin, that’s just something you come to accept.” I say, getting up. “I’m gonna get some drinks, does anyone want anything?” I ask everyone.

“Cola!” “Me too!” “Me three!” “A lemonade please.” A few of the boys shout back.

“Anything for you guys?” I turn to Minho and Ahra. They both shake their heads. “Okay then, I’ll be back in a minute guys.” I smile at the group before going to get the drinks. 

While walking away from the group I let a teardrop fall from my eye, wiping it away just before I order.

Life’s unfair, that’s just something I have to accept. 

A week goes by and Minho’s talking about how he and Ahra message often, how he thinks they get along well and he’s gonna ask her out.

Another week goes by and they’ve gone on their first date, he takes her to the beach and they have a picnic. 

Two weeks after that they’ve gone on several dates and are officially boyfriend and girlfriend, I don’t even find out separately at this point, I find out with the rest of the group over dinner.

A few days after that Minho calls off one of our late night binge watching sessions, texting me an apology and that Ahra needs him. I tell him it’s okay and to send my regards to her. 

It’s a week and half after and Minho regularly calls off our meetups at the cafe after school or at one another’s dorms to tend to Ahra. I tell him it’s fine each time and to not feel bad. He did the same today, and I sit alone at our usual table, mindlessly petting a cat in my lap while zoning out into in my mug of coffee. 

All while this happens, I watch, and I let it happen. I don’t fight for him because it didn’t feel right, sometimes second leads let their love fall for someone else, and that’s all it felt like I could do. 

Fighting for Minho felt selfish, especially when I knew I had no chance and he’d already fallen for Ahra. I couldn’t suddenly come out of the blue and tell him “hey, I have feelings for you,” when he’s already dating Ahra, I’d look like a major asshole if I did. All I could do was watch and see how we begun to drift farther and farther apart. 

With Minho being absent more often, I don’t get to tell him much. Like the internship offer I got to continue pursuing graphic design in Itaewon. I got the email almost a week ago, and I had two more weeks to decide if I was going to take the offer. With nobody to consult about it with I continue to push it to the back of my mind, not wanting to deal with more stress just yet. 

Just as I’m taking another sip of my coffee a familiar head of long blonde hair enters the cafe. My head tilts to the side in confusion as he scans the room for someone when he meets eyes with me, he makes his way over and sits in the seat in front of me and doesn’t say anything.

“You’re rarely on this side of town, why are you here?” I ask Hyunjin first.

“I heard something from Ms. Kim in our art class and needed to know if it was true.” He says seriously.

“What…” I feel like I know what he’s going to say, but I ask anyways. “What did you hear?” 

“That you were offered an internship in Itaewon.” 

“Hyunjin I-“

“Is it really true? She said you had two more weeks to decide, how come you haven’t told anybody? Does Minho know? Are you gonna leave? What about-” He begins to spurt out question after question and it’s almost too much for me to handle.

“Hyunjin!” I raise my voice just slightly to get him to stop but I have to turn it down again when the volume of my voice makes a few of the other customers’ heads turn. “Calm down, yes it’s true, yes I have two more weeks to decide if I’m going or not, I didn’t know how I would tell any of you, no, Minho doesn’t know and I don’t plan on telling him.” 

“Are you… Are you gonna take the offer?” He asks slowly.

I prop my elbows onto the table as the cat leaves my lap and my head drops into my hands as I sigh in exasperation. “I don’t know.” Tears are gathering in my eyes as I think about it. 

“Y/n, have you thought about the offer at all?” 

“Yes and no.” I don’t need to lift my head to sense Hyunjin’s confusion. “It’s hard to think about it when you’re watching your crush of 2 years date someone else while you’re also trying to finish up your senior year. But it’s also all I can think about when I’m alone, which I find myself a lot, thinking about having to find a place to live in Itaewon and transfer and mentally prepare to leave you all here, but if I don’t take it then it’ll be even harder to find an offer like this. It’s all I can think about and also something that I can’t bring myself to think about, Hyunjin.” I lift my head and my teary eyes meet his own. 

“Y/n…” His voice breaks saying my name.

“I think I’m going to take it.” I pause. “Once I finish all of my final assignments the only thing I have left to really worry about is graduating and finding a job, and I don’t think I can take watching Minho and Ahra anymore Hyun, I don’t think I can stomach it. I’m happy for them, I truly am, but it’s also affecting me and I don’t think I should ignore that anymore. If I’m in Itaewon I have a job and I won’t have to worry about feelings anymore, two birds with one stone.” 

I see the hesitancy in Hyunjin’s facial expressions before he speaks. “If that’s what you think you should do, then I’ll support you all the way. But shouldn’t you tell Minho about this?” 

“I’m not, because if I do, Minho is gonna find some way to get me to stay and I’ll crumble and stay because he affects me the most.” Hyunjin merely nods in response. “Hyunjin, you are the only one that can know about this, okay? I can’t have everyone else know this, especially Minho, okay?”

Hesitation again, and then, “Okay.” 

Hyunjin keeps his promise, he keeps the secret of me leaving from everyone. Even as graduation inches closer and our group begins to talk more about job searching, what comes next, and similar topics, the two of us keep it a secret. Whenever they asked me what I was thinking of doing next I always just told them “oh probably looking for internships nearby,” and no more questions are asked. 

Minho and Ahra were still very much in love, even more than before, if the growing absence of Minho’s presence was anything to go by. I barely saw Minho anymore, maybe catching him at the end of the hall every once in awhile, but he was always walking with Ahra so all I could say was “hello” and “goodbye.” 

Each goodbye begun to hold more and more weight as the days passed. Even the short ones I would tell Minho after passing him in the halls. I couldn’t even conjure how I would tell everyone, maybe send a letter to each of their places? A text message? Tell them after the graduation ceremony just before I left for the train station? I thought about how I would say goodbye as I begun to pack up my dorm. Graduation was nearing, I had already turned in all of my final assignments, and all there was left was to pack. I would leave after the ceremony ended, sometime in the afternoon. I wouldn’t even get the chance to properly celebrate being graduates with my friends because I was leaving in the afternoon. I’d get situated in my new apartment in Itaewon and get accustomed to new life outside of Gimpo. 

The thought of leaving panged my heart harshly, I had never left Gimpo permanently before. Sure, I had gone on trips to the US and Singapore and Seoul before, but I had never moved from Gimpo. I was born and raised in Gimpo, met Minho and all of our friends here, so the thought of moving for the first time did something to my heart. I attended all of our group hangouts with a nostalgic mindset, remembering the first time we all met, when we all got wasted one time on a Friday night after some big exam week. I look around our table of friends and think about how much I’ll miss all of this when I leave for Itaewon. 

Another thing that panged my heart, Minho and I distancing. I knew it was coming, Minho and I didn’t text or talk about hanging out anymore. He walked Ahra to her classes now, and had dates with her after class instead of meeting me at our cafe. Eventually I stopped getting apology messages, and stopped expecting him at the cafe anymore. I couldn’t blame him, Ahra was his girlfriend and I accepted that long ago. Instead I just played the supportive friend on the sidelines, and I’d continue to play that role for as long as I had to. 

It came to be the night before we graduated, and all of us minus Minho and Ahra were sat around a table in one of the restaurants we frequented, it wasn’t too late in the evening, and we all just sat in silence after finishing our food with bottles and glasses of soju now sitting in front of us. A majority of our meal was full of reminiscing, talking about memories that crack everyone up and left smiles on our faces. 

“So, we really graduate tomorrow, huh?” Changbin says when the table quiets down.

“Yeah, I guess we do.” Chan says quietly. 

My eyes tear up and I begin to sniff without control, the weight of my department tomorrow weighing heavily on my shoulders. Hyunjin puts an arm around my shoulders and gives me a tissue, whispering “it’s okay, it’s okay” to me while I try to calm down.

Everyone looks at me in confusion before Chan speaks first. “Y/n are you okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I just…” I trail off, not sure what to say.

“Do you want to tell them?” Hyunjin asks softly.

“Tell us what?” Seungmin says this time.

Hyunjin looks to me first before nodding, and I begin to spill my secret. “I got an internship offer.” 

The table erupts in cheers and I get congratulations thrown back at me before I can even continue.

“But…” Immediately everyone silences and looks to me in expectation. “It’s in Itaewon.” 

There’s a tense air that falls around us. “What?” Felix says in disbelief.

“You’re not leaving us, right Noona?” Jeongin asks from another part of the table. 

I look to Jeongin with sad eyes, smiling sadly. “I leave tomorrow, after our graduation ceremony.” There’s some gasps around the table.

“What?! Y/n, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Changbin blows up and Chan has to place a hand on his shoulder to restrain him.

“I didn’t want every time we met leading up to graduation to feel like a goodbye, Bin, I couldn’t handle that. So I kept it from you all so there wasn’t this tension every time we met.” I explained.

“Does Minho know?” Seungmin asks this time, and I shake my head.

“Y/n…” Han says worriedly.

“Guys, I know I’m not the only one that’s noticed that me and Minho aren’t that close anymore, so I haven’t really gotten the chance to tell him. But I told Hyunjin this a long time ago, that I wouldn’t tell Minho specifically, because there’s some things that I need to figure out and if I told him he’d find some way to keep me from going, or even worse, follow me. At least with Ahra by his side he won’t follow me to Itaewon.” There’s nods all around the table, understanding where I’m coming from.

“We’re gonna miss you a lot.” Felix sniffs and I coo, getting up from my seat to wrap my arms around him from behind. 

“I’m gonna miss you all too.” I sniff with him, a few tears escaping my eyes. 

Chan comes to join our hug, then Han, then Jeongin, and soon enough everyone has joined the group hug with me in the middle. All of us are crying, and I had never felt more loved than that moment. 

Eventually we break away from the hug and return to our seats, everyone dabbing at their eyes with tissues and sniffing. 

“Let’s all stop crying, tonight is a night to celebrate, all of us graduate tomorrow, and our dear Y/n got an internship offer in a big city!” Han holds up a drink and we all do the same, cheering and clinking our glasses together and celebrating the night away. 

The next morning I get ready for graduation early, putting on my makeup and doing my hair, and sending a message. 

to: [cat dad who’s a leech :D]

hey, can you meet me at p&p in thirty?

My heart picks up the pace as I send the message, I didn’t expect him to answer so quickly yet his message pings my phone within 2 minutes. 

from: [cat dad who’s a leech :D]

sure, i can be there

to: [cat dad who’s a leech :D]

sweet, i’ll see you there

I turn my phone off and take a deep breath, we still had a few hours before we had to be at the school for our graduation ceremony, I’d have to leave just a few minutes after the ceremony ended which wouldn’t give me enough time to tell Minho, so, I made the painful decision the night before to tell him in the morning. I’d do it in our favorite spot in the corner of our favorite cat cafe, tell him the news slowly and hope that he takes it well. 

I leave my house and 15 minutes later I’m in our usual booth, my coffee order sitting in front of me and the cats all wandering around as there weren’t too many people since it was relatively early in the morning. I already bought Minho his typical Iced Americano and it sat in front of me, awaiting it’s owner. 

10 minutes later Minho arrives and makes his way to the table, sitting in front of me, smiling, unknowing of what’s about to happen. 

“Hey.” I smile at him.

“Hey you.” He smiles back brightly. “Sorry I couldn’t see you guys last night, I took Ahra out for dinner last night on a date.”

“It’s completely alright, how are you guys?” 

“Pretty good, things are going okay right now.” He answers.

“That’s good.” Nervously I take a sip of my macchiato in front of me, my leg bouncing in anxiety. 

“Y/n? Is everything alright? Your leg’s bouncing pretty fast right now.” Curse Minho and the fact that he knows so much about me, he reaches out for my wrist and checks my pulse, quickly noticing how fast it’s beating as his brows furrow in confusion. 

“Minho, there’s something I need to tell you.” I say, retracting my wrist from his grip. He doesn’t answer me but instead tilts his head like a cat does when it looks at its owner questionably. “I’m leaving.” 

“What?” He asks.

How could one look so endearing, head tilted and eyes full of emotion as I break the news to him? I ask myself. “I got an internship offer for a company in Itaewon, I accepted it and I’m leaving for Itaewon, today.” 

“You’re leaving today?” He says in disbelief, sounding out of breath.

I nod and continue. “After the graduation today I have to catch my bus. I didn’t have any other time to tell you so I had to tell you now.” 

“You’re… You’re just telling me now? Do the others know about this?” 

“I only told them last night.”

“You couldn’t have thought of telling me sooner?” He starts to get angry.

“Minho I-“

“What happened to telling me everything, huh? What happened to when we used to know everything about each other?”

“Minho, those days are long behind us, you have bigger priorities now, like putting your focus on your girlfriend, Minho. I couldn’t tell you because I knew you’d do something rash, and I didn’t even tell the others until last night because I knew every time we’d see each other it would be like preparing for the day I leave. You and Ahra have something so great going on for the two of you right now and telling you that I was leaving would take you away from that, and I can’t do that to you or her. Ahra is an amazing girl, and you have her now.”

“Will you at least visit?” His eyes are full of tears, some of the first I’ve seen in years and I hate that I’m the cause of it. 

“I don’t know yet, there’s some things I need to figure out myself first, before I can visit. But at some point maybe I will, when I’ve figured things out I’ll try visiting from time to time.” I offer him a sad smile. 

After a few moments of silence I get up from my seat. 

“We still have a graduation left, Min, I’ll still see you then.” I ruffle his hair and walk out of the cafe, no more secrets but one weighing down on my chest. 

The Graduation ceremony passes by in a blur. One moment we were listening to the speeches of each of the professors and the next we were tossing our caps into the air, cheering as we became alumni of our university. 

Our friend group met up in the front of the school, taking pictures with our parents and congratulating each other. Eventually, the time comes and I have to go. 

Our group stands in a circle, unmoving, as we all look at each other. 

“I’m gonna miss all of you so much.” I say in tears as my voice breaks.

“We’re gonna miss you too, Y/n.” Hyunjin says. At his words everyone gathers into a group hug full of tears and the weight of a goodbye on our shoulders. 

“You better promise to visit us, okay?” Felix holds me by the shoulders and makes a point to look me in the eye. Not trusting my voice, I nod and he brings me into one more hug. 

I hug each of them individually, saying a few words, before I reach the last person. 

I hug Minho and look into his eyes for the last time for a while.

“I’ll miss you.” He whispers.

“Me too.” And that’s all I can say. 

I leave the campus for the last time, hopping in my car to head to the station and start anew.

Second leads always leave in the end, they leave and let the two main leads have a happy ending. That’s what it felt like I was doing, and I couldn’t tell if I was content with my choice or not. 

Two and a half months in Itaewon passes quickly. 

The move into my new apartment was smooth, and it was odd to be in a bigger space than a small dorm room. It felt like I had more space than I knew what to do with. 

My internship was moving along smoothly as well, everyone I had met so far were really kind and taught me a lot. I was worried about feeling out of place but I had met a few other girls not much older than me who helped me feel at home. 

Being alone in a big city was unnerving, but what made it so much more comfortable was the addition of a cat that my parents had bought me as my graduation gift. She was a chartreux cat who I named Luna because I had always dreamed of naming my first cat that. My parents covered most of the costs of basic things like cat toys, a scratch post, her bed, and similar things. I thanked my parents endlessly when they came over to my apartment a week after I had moved in and gave me Luna. I wasn’t gone for too long during the day and always left food for her, she was great company when I came home and worked on projects late into the evening, curling up into my lap like the cats at the old cafe used to. She was my best friend in a city I was still getting accustomed to. 

I hadn’t talked to the guys much, I’d talked with them a few times in the group chat about how their job searches were going and trips they were planning to take soon. It was nice talking with them every so often but all of us were still pretty busy moving onto the next chapter of our lives. 

I hadn’t talked to Minho since I left, I’d assumed that he and Ahra were doing well, but that’s all that was, assumption. None of the boys talked about him and I couldn’t understand why, but I never asked since I was supposed to be moving on from my feelings in the first place. I thought I had been doing pretty well until something would come up that reminded me of him, like his favorite song would play in the cafe I bought my morning coffee in and spent my breaks at, or snapchat would send me “Today, 1 year ago” memories of him and me fooling around at Paws and Pastries. Whenever that would happen I’d be sent back to square one, and it felt like I’d never move on from Minho. 

I was on my way out to grab a coffee and spend my off day walking around, maybe looking into a few shops when I got a call from Hyunjin.

“Y/n! My favorite girl, how are you?”

“Hyunjin? What’s with the call?”

“What? Can I not call my friends from time to time?”

“Not when you’re notorious for calling your ‘friends’ after you’ve done something wrong.” I sigh.

“That was one time! Besides, it wasn’t that bad.”

“You dragged Jeongin to a party! And got him wasted!” 

“One. Time. Y/n. It was one time.”

“One time is enough for you to be in trouble for life, Hyun.”

“Okay, whatever, but I was meaning to ask you, what’re your plans for today?” 

“Me? I was just planning to go out, today’s my day off so I was gonna visit this one cafe and see some shops, why?” 

“No reason, what time do you think you’ll be home?” 

“Maybe five?”

“Great, okay, I have to go now, Han’s calling me, bye!” Hyunjin hangs up before I can ask him what’s with the weird questions.

“Hyunjin- Oh great he hung up.” I put my phone in my pocket before looking down at Luna who’s stretching near my legs. “Your uncle Hyunjin is quite the odd one, isn’t he Luna, hm?” I ask her and she meows back in response. “Weird indeed, but that’s just how he is. Mommy’s gonna spend her day out and then she’ll come home and we can watch the TV together, okay? I’ll be home soon.” I pick up Luna and set her on her little bed before ensuring everything is safe and make my way out the door. 

I spend the day eating at a large cat cafe that actually had an assortment of books with little reading areas while the cats roamed around everywhere. It was much bigger than the cafe in Gimpo, but I would always correlate that one with home. 

After I spent a bit of time reading there I went out and explored the shops for a few hours, bought some new jeans and a few blouses plus some makeup things. I got Subway for lunch and explored just a little bit more before heading home. Instead of going straight home, I decided to take the long way, going through the streets not minding the extra weight the few shopping bags I was holding in my hands gave me. The sun was just barely beginning to set as I walked into my apartment complex, getting into the elevator and pressing the button for my floor. 

I walk down the hallway to my door and am surprised when a familiar figure greets me there. 

“Minho?” I say as I walk closer. 

“Y/n!” He says happily, bringing me into a hug. 

“What are you doing here? Actually- Wait- Don’t answer that, do you wanna come inside?” I ask him.

“Sure.” He responds. 

I unlock the door and bring my bags in, setting them by the door. “Luna! Mommy’s home!” I call out automatically.

Luna meows and comes out of the bedroom, walking her way up to me before I pick her up. 

“You got a cat?” Minho asks.

“Yeah, parents brought her to me about a week after I moved in.” I put Luna back down and she moves to sit on the arm of the couch, her favorite spot to sit when the sun goes down.

“And you named her Luna,” He smiles fondly. “You always wanted to name your cat Luna.” 

“I’m surprised you remember that.” I chuckle. “Do you want some coffee?” 

“Sure.” 

“I’ll get that brewing, just give me a few minutes, you can take a seat on the couch and make yourself at home!” I tell him as I quickly retreat to the kitchen.

I have to take a few breaths when I’m far away enough from Minho, my heart beating just as fast as it would when I was around him back then. It was clear I hadn’t moved on at all. 

I brew the coffee as promised and wait next to the coffee machine with two mugs ready. A voice chimes in behind me.

“Your place is much bigger than the dorms.” He chuckles.

“Tell me about it, it was so weird buying more furniture than I was used to.” I laugh with him. 

The machine finishes brewing the coffee and I pour it into the two mugs, putting it on a tray with creamer and sugar before bringing it all to the coffee table in front of the couch. 

Minho and I take seats on the couch, separated by a bit of space between us while we sip on our respective mugs.

“So,” I start the conversation. “How’s home?” 

“Not too bad, same old same old, the guys being annoying as usual, you know?” He says.

“Sounds fun.” I chuckle. “And work, have you found anything yet?” 

“Not yet, I’ve got a few applications out, but I’m still waiting on some answers.”

“I’m sure you’ll get them soon.” I respond. 

An uncomfortable silence sets over the both of us, and I run my free hand through Luna’s fur who’s situated herself in my lap this time. I take a long sip of my coffee before asking another question.

“How’s… How are you and Ahra?” 

“Oh…” He trails off. “We broke up a few weeks ago.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that…” I had no idea that he and Ahra had broken up, in fact that was the completely opposite of what I thought had happened since they seemed to work together so well. 

“Yeah, it was a mutual thing. We didn’t really feel that kind of connection anymore, you know? So we just, broke it off.” 

“Are you okay?” I ask Minho.

“Me? Yeah, I’m actually not as affected as I thought I’d be, I don’t know if that makes me a cruel person or not but I was only sad for the first week or two. Nothing too bad.” 

“I see.” Another silence settles between us. This one is longer, more tense, there was something Minho wanted to ask but he wasn’t sure, and I couldn’t depict what question he was going to ask.

“Actually, I came her for a reason.” He says.

“And what reason is that?” I ask hesitantly.

“For answers.” My brows furrow, answers for what? “There’s something Hyunjin told me recently and it got me thinking, and I wanted to hear it from you if it was true.”  

I finish my coffee and place it down delicately on the coffee table, trying not to show how nervous I was with how badly my hands were shaking. “I’ll see if I have answers for you then.” 

“When you told me you were leaving, you said you had some, things, to figure out on your own. What was it that you had to figure out?” 

I take a moment to decide exactly how I was going to answer his question. Did I want to expose my feelings to him just yet? “Just, feelings.” I say vaguely.

“For?”

“Just feelings for somebody.”

“Is it Hyunjin?”

“No.”

“Chan?”

“Nope.”

“Changbin?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Me?”

I pause for just a half second, and apparently that was all Minho needed. “I guess Hyunjin’s big mouth was right after all.”

“Wait- What? What are you talking about?” 

Minho takes a long sip of his coffee before finishing letting out a sigh after swallowing, he slowly sets the mug on the table before making direct eye contact with me and silently killing me with the suspense. “Minho please just say something you’re killing me here.”

He only chuckles in response. “Hyunjin told me not too long ago that you took up the offer to work here because you were going to sort out your feelings, for me.” He says sweetly as I suck in a breath at his last words. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Minho-“

“Now now, Y/n, we shouldn’t hide things from each other anymore, should we?” His sweet, sultry voice was affecting me greatly as he leaned closer to me on the couch. I gulp and silently curse when Luna, the only thing keeping me sane, leaves the comfort of my lap for her scratch-post. 

“Minho…” I let out quietly.

“Tell me, Kitten, is it true?” He asks once again. 

“I-“ My voice catches in my throat when Minho leans in ever nearer, still making direct eye-contact with me. “Yes, it is.” I sigh out and Minho backs away. 

“He was right.” Minho whispers while my gaze drops to my hands that I fiddle with in my lap at the secret that’s let out. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry.” I whisper.

“Why are you sorry darling?” He asks softly and uses his thumb and forefinger to tilt my head up by my chin. 

“I couldn’t tell you because I knew you didn’t feel the same, and then when you got together with Ahra we drifted apart because it hurt me to see you with her. Then I left and told you about me leaving so last minute. I made you cry, Minho, and I hate that I did. But I couldn’t see any other way out of it. I hurt you because I was cowardly and didn’t want to be selfish by telling you and having your attention move off of Ahra, when I was really being selfish by not telling you and hurting you in the end.” More tears escape my eyes as we look at each other.

“Princess, no…” He cups my face with his hands and uses his thumbs to wipe away my tears. “I’ll admit, it did hurt when you told me that you were leaving the day of, but I understood where you were coming from. Because you were right, I would have done something crazy to keep you by my side. Do you know why?” He asks, and I shake my head, still crying. “Because I need you by my side, kitten, even when I was dating Ahra I felt off but just didn’t pay any mind to it because I had her. But now I know it’s because you and I were drifting apart, I found out when after you left and me and Ahra broke up because I felt empty. I couldn’t text you to just come over anymore because you’re farther away from me now. I lied earlier, I said that I sent out some applications for jobs but didn’t get any answers yet, right?” I nod. “I got offered a job as a software engineer, here, in Itaewon, and I said yes.” 

“Why?” I whisper.

“Because I want to be near you, I need to be by your side Y/n, because I love you.” I let out a sob at his confession and he coos, bringing me to rest my head on his chest and rubbing his hands on my back and running them through my hair. 

“I love you too.” I say after a few minutes. 

Minho brings me out of his hold, and cups my face again. For the first time, he kisses me. His lips brush over mine before deepening the kiss, taking full charge of it yet somehow still being soft with me. His kisses were nothing short of addicting, and I knew I’d be in love with him for a long time. 

In that moment, kissing the man of my dreams, I remember that it may be rare that a second lead gets their own happy ending, but it’s not unheard of. Sometimes the main lead and second lead do end up with their own happily ever after. 

Notes from the author: I have FINALLY posted something y’all 😂 took a few months but she’s here, and she’s dishing out something at least. I don’t know how often I’ll be posting again, esp with school and whatnot, but I do know I need to drain out my drafts because phew, it’s getting a little full in there. 

But anyways, I hope you enjoyed this fic! I’m pretty sure it’s one of the longest I’ve written if not the longest. Hopefully it wasn’t too bad, I’m probably a little rusty but we can fix that (i think)

if you want more I still have my old stuff up on my masterlist on my account! hope to see you around :))

-nyx