#WHILE MORK IS JUST SITTING THERE WANTING DAY TO CHOOSE HIM???????????

[stormyoceans]

IF THEY REALLY GIVE US THE MARATHON SCENE WITH MORK BEING A GUIDE RUNNER FOR DAY Y'ALL ARE GONNA HAVE TO COME VISIT ME IN THE PSYCH WARD

[danishmiilk]

dedication - na jaemin

genre || crack, fluff

pairing || na jaemin x reader; mentioned one-sided markhyuck

fic type || drabble; short fic?

word count || 1.4k

au || hogwarts!au, best friends to lovers!au

summary || na jaemin dedicated his quidditch win to you for no obvious reason. at least, not until he asks you “do you trust me?” and well, do you?

note || when did writing 1.4k become a normal thing for me? i remember the early days of this blog *sob* 1k was so hard to churn out istg- but anyway its not even a fic it’s a drabble just imagine!! oh and im super sorry for the very very rushed plot and everything that doesn’t make sense i’m high. this was supposed to be a timestamp but it spiralled out of hand so ok

“aaaaand what’s that? slytherin seeker na jaemin’s pulling his firebolt down into a nosedive - could he have seen the snitch?” the boy beside you hollered into the megaphone. you slammed your gloveless hands onto the cold metal railing and leaned out of your seat to look at one of your best friends barrelling toward the ground like he was suicidal. you trusted him and knew he was a good enough flier not to crash, of course, but it still worried you to see seeker!jaemin in a vertical dive down to the ground. “ugh, no, he hasn’t gotten it. HEY, NA JAEMIN, YOU SUCK!” professor mcgonagall turned and shouted in hyuck’s ear, “LEE DONGHYUCK, YOU BEHAVE, OR I’LL GET MISS L/N TO REPLACE YOU!” “sorry, professor, just some kindhearted encouragement, you know, but sure! y/n can replace me!” your best friend grinned impishly and held the megaphone out to you, offering you the chance to commentate. you shook your head firmly. the one and only reason you were sitting in the commentator’s box with hyuck was because it could only fit two people and professor mcgonagall wasn’t about to sit there and control the scoreboard next to her least favourite student of all time. it could also be partly to prevent hyuck from cheating, you supposed, though you had no idea how anyone expected you to be the one stopping him. if anything, you’d have come up with the idea. 

donghyuck had resumed commentating at the side, making snide comments every now and then. it was thirty minutes into the slytherin versus gryffindor game, and it showed no signs of stopping yet. the seekers were still circling above the pitch, gryffindor’s seeker zhong chenle (another one of your friends) trying his best to climb onto jaemin’s broom. you were pretty sure that was dangerous and against the rules, but whatever. “and slytherin chaser kim doyoung passes the quaffle to, well, another gryffindor, i mean slytherin chaser- what was his name? nokomota yuto? right, nakamoto yuta, sorry hyung- and yuta SHOOTS!” 

your head snapped back toward the game, squinting at the gryffindor goalpost. “oh, he misses, wait no he doesn’t miss! keeper mark lee saved it, excellent save there mork! you know, mark is such an awesome person, if only he’d go out with me, i’ve been pining after him for the past three years but he still won’t say yes. ah well, he’s in denial, one day he’ll realise how much he loves m-” “HYUCK,” you screamed, shaking his arm madly, “LOOK AT JAEMIN. STOP GIVING US DETAILS OF YOUR LOVE LIFE AND FOCUS ON THE GAME.” professor mcgonagall had given up on him long ago, but you were, of course, compelled to at least get him to stop waxing lyrical about mark lee.

“huh? oh yeah- uhm- slytherin must win! ah yes jaemin’s diving again but honestly who cares he’s coming up without the snitch again, stop giving me false hope na jaemin. yes, anyway, what was i saying? right, the tea. so siStErS if you would look in the corner there gryffindor beater lee taeyong’s… beating the bludgers away from slytherin chaser kim doyoung? what is this i see, people! i am scandalized! doyoung, i see you blushing! yes, i can see you blushing because i charmed my glasses! you are fraternizing with the enemy! have babies later! play the game nOOOOOOOW! oh but he’s the one giving you protection. okay. EVERYBODY LET’S CHEER ON THEIR BLOSSOMING LOVE IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER! SAY WOOOOOOOOO.” screams from the crowd. the hufflepuffs and ravenclaws had all come to watch the quidditch match - something only half of them would’ve turned up for if not for the commentary. which brings you to another point. it’s clear to everyone, you’d think, that lee donghyuck is the person most unsuited to be the commentator, like, ever. he doesn’t focus on the quidditch match at all, instead choosing to provide a detailed oral report on the latest gossip around campus. professor mcgonagall had tried to take him off the role before, of course, but she had no choice but to put him back on after 90% of the school signed a petition for “best commentator lee donghyuck” to return to the pitch. hyuck’s the dispatch of hogwarts, and he’s annoying, but he’s also funny, friendly, and sure as hell caught up on the latest tea. what’s not to like?

“right, so then i walked in to the girls’ bathroom, on accident i swear i’m not a pervert, and i saw irene and seulgi kissing in the corner and i was like what?? did not expect that. but i’d always kinda expected it because i can see couples in the future you know you can call me up anytime to predict your chances with your crush slight self promo but my rates are cheap af. where are seulrene? oh, there? i see your friends waving, congratulations guys, and oh wait jaemin has the snitch i think he’s holding something in his hand. oh. okay. 450-380 to slytherin, and slytherin win! tune in next quidditch match for another episode of Haechan’s Finest Tea Brewery!”

jaemin flew toward the commentator’s box, gesturing wildly with his hands. you stared at him, not comprehending, while hyuck chose to shout “HUH?? HUH??” repeatedly into the megaphone. jaemin rolled his eyes in annoyance that you could feel from a long distance away, pointed his wand at his throat and murmured sonorous. 

“i’d like to dedicate this win to y/n l/n over here. speaking of which, she’s my motivation to win for every match,” jaemin went on with a shy smile. you felt your eyes widen and your earlier excitement for slytherin winning slipping off your face. what was he talking about? “i understand if you see me as just a friend, but i still think i’ve got to show the whole school i love you.” jaemin flew closer to the box, hovering at the side of it. “do you want to be my girlfriend? do you trust me? if the answer is yes, mount this broom with me.”

hyuck had apparently also been startled into silence, not having made any snarky remarks about the scene very obviously plagiarised from aladdin. you gasped softly, getting up to move closer to the railing, your body deciding for you instead of your mind. jaemin’s smile widened, “do you trust me?”

did you love na jaemin? up until ten minutes ago, you were sure you didn’t. he hadn’t even been a candidate for being your love interest romantically. you were taken aback by the confession, but you weren’t upset by it either. you felt slightly fuzzy inside, like you were a stuffed teddy bear, and even on a winter day as cold as it was, you felt warmth spread throughout your entire body. what did hyuck always say about love? he said that love means you’d do the best you could to make them happy. that love’s about giving, not about receiving. that you’d always put them before yourself, and you’d pay extra attention to them, always. and that you’d be ready to carry them off on a bed of roses and bear their children, but then again, you supposed that was just one of hyuck’s strange fantasies about mark. reflecting on all the years you’d been friends, you’d always been staring at jaemin to see if he laughed at a joke before you did too. you rushed to the hospital wing at 3am, not caring about the three months’ worth of detention you could potentially (and later did) get, only wanting to check on him and see that his injured leg was alright. you’d done everything reasonable (like let him copy your homework) and everything unreasonable (like stealing telescopes from the astronomy tower with hyuck to feed the giant squid) just to see a smile on his face. and that smile could warm the harshest winters. 

maybe you were in love with na jaemin.

you walked up closer, and put your hand into his waiting one. the school, who’d been waiting with bated breath, exploded into cheers, but you heard none of it. there was only you and him. and the 30km drop to the ground.

jaemin’s grin looked like it was about to split his face into half. he pressed your cold hand to his lips, pretending to be a gentleman. pulling you onto his broom in front of him, he put his arms on both sides of you. un-amplifying his voice, he leaned forward, pressing himself into your back. “are you ready?” you nodded, fingers clutching tight onto the wood.

“i can show you the world.”

©danishmiilk, 2020.

[jacksjoke]

Title: someone here loves you Pairing: Mork and Pi, Mork and Mueang Nan Summary: Pre-series into episode 1 character speculation Ao3 link

     Mork likes to think that he’s got a skill in reading people. His talents prove handy in pretty much any situation Mork could find himself in, and after years of relationships avoided that Mork could tell would’ve ended on an unfortunate note (romantic or otherwise), he fancies his skills sharper than most others’. Thanks to him, his younger sister had turned down the date of a boy in her class who’d later ended up trying to steal goods from a local shop; and he’d successfully coached one of his old high school friends on how to end a friendship that he wasn’t happy in. So yes, Mork’s fairly confident.

     On the other side of that, whether it be metaphorical or literal, Mork doesn’t like to be under a spotlight. He prefers to be the guy on the sidelines cheering on his friend rather than having to be the poor sucker bombarded by obsessive fans. Mork, in his time as Mueang Nan’s closest friend, has come to see that this isn’t an exaggeration. Mork rarely uploads content on social media, Mueang Nan posts at least one update per day. Mork’s account is private and although he has a lot of followers, he hasn’t reciprocated in kind. Mueang Nan is public and his posts always receive at least 200 comments from strangers, while Mork will get 50 from people he’s spoken to in person.

     He doesn’t fault Mueang Nan at all; he grew up in a remote northern village where he hadn’t had a mobile, barely a television, so for Mueang Nan to enjoy social media to the extent he does is totally fair. Even if he hadn’t grown up the way he did, Mork wouldn’t fault Mueang Nan for something as small as liking Instagram or Facebook.

     It doesn’t matter, at the end of the day, because his well-honed talent has already told Mork that Mueang Nan is a genuinely good guy. Out of anyone, Ai’Nan actually deserves to be as well-liked as he is, and on Mork’s end he’s content to live on the blurred edges of relative obscurity than be made daily the center of a stampede. He’ll leave Mueang Nan to pseudo-celebrity life and remain virtually invisible by his side. That’s ideal, really.

     But a boy nudges his glasses further up his nose, tugging red-bitten lips between his bracketed teeth in a bout of nerves, and within a moment, the fellow first-year knows that if no one else ever knew who Mork was here or anywhere, he’d want this boy to know.

     It’s orientation, as cliché as that may be, where Mork first sees Pi. As a fellow first year, Mork hasn’t met Mueang Nan or really anyone that he’d feel inclined to befriend, and so catching sight of Pi in the crowd of anxious freshers lands a hit square into Mork’s chest. He can’t see his name-tag, blocked in as he is by other students, but to see him here in the sciences is proof enough that they’ll at least share one or two classes.

     And Mork is so happy to be correct. The dentistry student’s name is Pattawee, commonly Pi, and he’s nothing like any crush Mork’s ever had before. He often spots Pi in conversation with another boy, occasions which generally end in elbows thrown into each other’s chests or Pi dragged down into a headlock. Pi’s raucous laughter imprints upon Mork’s thoughts to prompt unbidden smiles from him, and Mork can’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed. The boys are obviously nothing more than friends, so Mork wants to hold onto the hope that Pi is single. He keeps a consistent eye on him both in class and out, and never has he seen Pi spend time with anyone else on campus. Whether or not Mork will ever stop being a loser and talk to him before he is taken by someone else remains to be seen.

     Well, they have spoken, per se, though not at any great length. Pi favours the back row in lectures, Mork always sits nearer to the front; and half the time, Pi packs his bag in record speed and is darting from the room before Mork has even closed his notebook. All this adds up to the unfortunate fact that opportunities for Mork to ‘coincidentally’ run into Pi are pretty much nill. The one time he’d managed to run into Pi had been unfortunately literal.

     Mork had been glancing at his phone for the time and it was enough of a distraction that he’d stepped out into the hallway and directly onto Pi’s ankles. To Mork’s credit, Pi had paused in front of the door to adjust a stubborn zipper on his backpack and directly blocked Mork’s path (a miracle if Mork’s ever seen one). Rather than the usual meet-cute a romantic might expect, Pi had spun on Mork with an affronted air and hissed, “You can’t see me here?”

     “You’re in the middle of the doorway!” Mork had pointed out, his mouth moving faster than his brain. Pi snorted and spun away with a glare as though Mork was the problem here, and there ended Mork’s first and thus far last conversation with his crush. That was four months ago in February.

     By the week following Valentine’s Day, Mork begins to suspect that Pi is plotting his murder, as everywhere Mork goes, Pi appears as well. Only at the beginning of this month, Pi’s behaviour would’ve thrilled Mork. But now he recognises Pi’s comments on Mueang Nan’s Instagram, and he can see that Pi’s giddy attention slides right past Mork to Mueang Nan. If he deigns Mork with a look, it’s one of disdain and annoyance, at best. Mork doesn’t have to be a genius people-reader to know that his crush… is crushing on his closest friend.

     Mueang Nan doesn’t know, of course. He assumes everyone is just incredibly friendly, so any special treatment he receives tends to go over his head. Pi’s also never spoken to Mueang Nan in real life, likely similar to Mork’s own inability due to general nerves. It’s sort of surprising to Mork, considering Pi doesn’t come across as someone afraid of anything or wont to give in to anyone’s demands. But for as much as he trails after Mueang Nan (and by extension, Mork), Pi hasn’t yet said a word, and neither has Mork about his true feelings.

     Hands shoved in his pockets, Mork is just entering the building for a morning class when he hears murmuring from a nearby hallway. He pauses in his steps to look and —

     “It doesn’t sound sincere,” Pi complains to himself. “Nan, I know you like choux cream desserts…” The dentistry student is stood there with a box in his hands and talking to the wall. Mork would say that’s the strangest thing he’s seen Pi do, but that’d be a lie.

     Their last spoken interaction hadn’t been the greatest and, since then, Pi’s only ever shot daggers via sneer Mork’s way, his certainty that Mork wants to ‘steal’ Mueang Nan of no help on that end. Maybe choosing to sit back silently isn’t helping either. If Pi already dislikes him so vehemently, what’s a little teasing going to hurt?

     “I know you like them,” he says near Pi’s ear, “so I stole some for you.”

     Mork comes to find within moments that it can go very badly, actually. He ends up alone in the hallway, his handkerchief covered in clotted dessert cream, and asking why luck has screwed him once again. (Probably his attempt at a joke is what screwed him, but he’s going to ignore that for now.)

     Pi is insistent that Mork is out to get him, so convinced as he is that Mork’s goal in life is to destroy Pi’s, but Mork knows he can’t let this go. Pi is already thoroughly blinded himself against Mork to the extent that there’s really no way Mork could tell him the truth and be taken with sincerity. Anything he says is seen as a dig, so how can Mork help if Pi doesn’t trust him? He isn’t about to out his best friend, but Mueang Nan isn’t interested in dating or anything of the sort. He’s always kind to Pi because that’s who he is, and he’s never one to decline a new friend, but… this won’t have the happy ending Pi has been hoping for.

     If Pi continues down this road, Mork knows he’s only going to be hurt and disappointed until the day he’s honest with Mueang Nan and met with the truth of why. And if Pi’s going to be hurt, which Mork would never want, maybe he can put in some effort to… redirect his affection? It’s sort of self-serving, but Mork will say instead that he’s baking two pies with one oven: make Pi like him and thereby willingly move on from Mueang Nan, never having to be hurt at all.

     He recalls Pi’s doe-eyed gaze behind his glasses that morning and thinks that maybe there’s a chance. Once he really knows Mork, maybe he’ll be swayed. Maybe.

     Mork has to give thanks to Mueang Nan’s obsession with posting status updates because tonight’s brings about another miracle: Pi comes to the club. Mork knows he’s there for Mueang Nan, but if he intercepts him on the way in, who’s going to call him on that?

     He hangs back for a moment as the bouncer gives Pi a quirked, disinterested eyebrow. He can’t blame him entirely when Pi’s wearing his shirt tucked in with worn-out sneakers, but as always, Mork finds Pi’s authentic personality charming. He throws an arm over Pi and revels in the feeling of his classmate brushing his waist, again when he pivots Pi away from an oncoming tray of drinks. And there again are Pi’s wide eyes on him, making Mork almost forget that they’re in a hallway that smells mostly of stale smoke and strangers.

     He takes pictures of Mueang Nan and Pi to be helpful and show the latter that he is in support of, not against, Pi’s crush, because that’s the truth even if it isn’t the whole truth. He stands beside Pi at the table; one, because he wants to and two, as further proof that he isn’t the one here with a crush on Mueang Nan. Mork thinks that it’s going perfectly fine until Pi shoots him a look full to the brim with something too close to dejected for Mork’s liking before fleeing the scene.

     He finds Pi in a pile of garbage beside the dumpster, and his heart jumps where it hides behind his ribs. How the hell had this happened in the two minutes Pi had been away from them? But when Mork tries to express his sincere sympathy, Pi just snaps, “You convinced Mueang Nan to take pictures with me because you want people to look down on me!” and Mork’s at a loss. That can’t be possible. Who in the world could look down on someone as unapologetically obstinate as Pi?

     “People look down on you? Who?” Mork asks, sure that if he had names he’d clear up this misunderstanding. If ‘clearing up’ entails his beating them into the concrete and/or possibly suing for slander, that’s his prerogative.

     But Pi just shoves him off and leaves in a cloud of anger, on his face the very hurt that Mork had planned to avoid. Instagram proves Pi’s point to a devastating degree. Pi is seen as pathetic, like he said. Pi. Loud, courageous Pi… who acts out to avoid being confronted as the timid loser everyone sees him as.

     Later that night, his washed handkerchief hanging between his fingers, it occurs to Mork that he might not be as good at reading people as he thought.

     “I’m sorry, Pi.”

[youarejesting]

Femme: 43

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang, Erik Nam

Rating: Mature

Length: 3.5k

Warnings: Birth, Death, Smut (pretty lame tho), Cute scenes and sad scenes.

Announcement: I am back with a vengeance it’s time to write this bad boy.

Recap: A night out with Seokjin in your Dream car (kombi van) you relax in the tub together. Starting your day with a Taejin Sandwich. Jungkook confesses he is scared to see you in pain and wants to be by your side through it all. He reveals his latest project team shirts. Yoongi helps induce you again and you head to the hospital where you give birth to Jeon Jeongsan. Kyungju and Jeongsan grow up little by little together and shenanigans ensue. Sickness falls on you and your immune system is under attack due to the unfamiliar viruses of the future. It is revealed you are also pregnant. Spontaneously going into labour from a single kiss from Yoongi you are petrified that it is too early and the baby won’t make it. You are informed not only that you are full-term but you are carrying twins which seems almost unbelievable with how you don’t look nine months at all let alone nine months with twins.

The shock that ran through Taehyung’s body was overpowering. The idea that you or the babies could die due to your low immunity and the vulnerability from the stress of pregnancy and giving birth. He didn’t want to be the one who got you or his babies killed. He didn’t even like that word and cried in the waiting room blaming himself.

The boys sat with Taehyung comforting him whenever he started to get lost in his thoughts. “You are thinking too much about it all. Y/N is really tough, she can do this” They said and they heard a shrill cry from the room, it was healthy and made their heads turn and smiles appear on their faces. “Congratulations, You are a Dad!” they all slapped him on the back and another cry a few minutes later joined the first and they slapped his back once more.

They waited but the doctor didn’t come out and the nurses didn’t call them in to see their new babies or beautiful wife. It seemed like time ticked by so slowly and finally, a nurse emerged and said the babies were very healthy and were taken to the nursery already.

“Your wife is recovering. It seems that this has put her body under a lot of stress. It would be best if you only have a short visit and then head home for the night. She will be feeling better after a long rest.”

“What about the babies, what if they get hungry?” “Do not worry the babies won’t starve, e we will bring them to her when they are hungry and help her” “You can follow me to her ward. She should be sleeping” the nurse turned leading the way and the boys jumped into action following.

The boys walked in to see their exhausted wife feeding the babies with the help of another nurse. “She is a strong girl, isn’t she?” Jungkook started to cry, “he truly hated seeing you less than one hundred percent. He knew this must have been painful and tiring and he couldn’t fix it.

Seeing the boys you seemed to light up tires eyes sparkling. “Taehyungie, we have a baby boy and a baby girl” “A girl really?” They all smiled getting a little closer. “What’s her name jagi?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know any of their names I am too tired to think” you hummed “hey papa bear come see you baby bear cubs” The nurse chorused ‘cute’ at your nicknames and watched this handsome young man walk over to your bedside.

He looked down at the two bundles. “They look like you” he beamed “It is my features but super pretty which I think they get from you, my face isn’t that symmetrical she also looks like she might take after you more than he will”

You had taken quite a long time to find the right names for your two little ones. Though they were full-term they had come earlier than you had expected. This meant you hadn’t had any names prepared. You were given your vaccinations and brainstorming in the shower. You had 60 days to think of names that fit their personalities. You finally settled for your new baby boy Kim Jae Hwan and for your darling angel girl Kim Jae Eun. You told them to the boys and they loved them instantly.

“Actually mama bear, do you mind if I give them an English name each, you are so accommodating to our culture with naming and such but I want to give our cubs English names to represent your culture and home and everything I mean they do look a lot like you.”

“Tae Tae my love they are your babies too, you can give them English names, what were you thinking?” He took a few days to think on it and mumbled a bunch of names while staring at them both. He finally declared one night over dinner.

“Hunter and Edith” (A/N: if you are from a nine English speaking country you can choose a cute H & E name for your cute babies, send your ideas to me so I can appreciate them)

The first few months, the twins refused to sleep unless they were swaddled so tightly they couldn't move their arms and legs. Once you figured that out, you swaddled them whenever they went to sleep. But the problem was, as they grew bigger and stronger, they began to kick apart the tucked-in swaddle and wake themselves and each other up.

You loved how Taehyung was with the twins. You had asked him to get some baby food and snacks for the older boys and some nappies (diapers) you sent him specific instructions and pictures of each product to his phone and to his credit he didn’t miss a single item. However, he bought in mass bulk and bought extra and unnecessary items you had not asked for. This included creams and medicine and the most expensive items were two pairs of Gucci shoes for the babies.

“Jae-Hwan Hwan Hwan where is daddy bibi, where is daddy bibi?” Hoseok grinned playing peek-a-boo with Jae Hwa. The boy was giggling and swinging his arms and legs excitedly.

“Why doesn’t Eunie giggle for me?” Jimin whined. She spotted her father over Jimin’s shoulder pulling faces and she giggled. “Oh my gosh you did it Eunie, do it again for Daddy Jii”

It was sweet how Taehyung kept pulling faces over his shoulder to get his daughter to laugh for Jimin. He pretended to be playing with his phone when Jimin turned. “Did you see that? she was giggling at me”

“You are so good with Eunie” Taehyung leaned forward kissing Jimin softly on the lips and walking away.

“Dasi Hwan, Hwan, Hwan nan meomchul suga eopseo, Tto Eun, Eun, Eun nan eojjeol suga eopseo” Seokjin was singing one of the femme channels songs but replacing the word Run with Hwan and Eun as he dressed the babies for bed.

“Edith baby, You are a heartbreaker” Yuta grinned bouncing your daughter gently in his arms. “Uncle Yuta is going to have to fight all the boys away” “Uncle Mark will die for all of you angels but especially you, Kyungie, you are getting so big how old are you now?”

“I am four uncle Mark” he grinned up at him. “I two unkie mork” Jeongsan grinned, holding his older brother's shirt, his right hand tugging his ear as a form of comfort. Misuk ran passed dragging along WinWin and Lucas.

Yoongi walked out and grinned at his son as they had matching face paint. “Hey little man, Unkie mork and Unkie Wenjun don’t have face paint on yet, you should take them over to get their face painted” The two glared at the music producer. Namjoon ran passed, playfully scaring some of the kids from Kyungju’s Preschool. You brought out an ice cream cake with a number four candle in the top.

“Everyone, it is time for cake!” Taehyung and Jungkook were filming and taking pictures and you grinned Jae Hwan was being held by Namjoon’s father who was busy talking animatedly about finding jobs with Erik.

Inshik sat on the bench watching Jimin chasing kids out of the Jumping castle so they could sing happy birthday to your firstborn son. With everyone singing in chorus it was soon time for your son to blow out the candles before the cake was served. You got lovely photos from the day, Taehyung was a bear and he bared his teeth at the camera holding his two babies. Yoongi and Kyungju were Cats and they got some cute photos together.

Yoongi laughed at Kyungju as he pretended to complain about getting photos yet smiled in them when his dad did. You got a cute one of Jimin falling over in the jumping castle and Namjoon sitting on an abandoned and half-melted piece of cake.

There was a call late in the evening sitting up you put the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” “Hello is this y/n?” “Yes, who is this?” “It’s Moon Hajun?” He took a deep breath “I am sorry to tell you this but my father died earlier this evening, I was just giving you a courtesy call as he won’t be there at work.

“Also he left you the van, we know how much you both enjoyed working their” You swallowed thickly and some of the boys had sat up snapping out of their sleep haze when they saw you crying. “I am so sorry, I-I don’t know what else to say, do you need anything we are always here to help and-”

“He was such a good man!” You broke out in sobs, no longer able to take the call, you thrust your phone to Namjoon who politely spoke to Hajun and thanked him before hanging up.

Jimin couldn’t stand to see you cry, tears matching yours he pulled you into his chest rocking you. Seokjin ended up pulling you both to sit on his lap rocking you Taehyung woke and heard the news and you all mourned together.

“Mummy where are we going?” Kyungju asked, “why do you look sad?” “We are going to Moon haraboji’s funeral” “What’s a foonaral?” Kyungju asked “It’s where we say goodbye to Moon Haraboji”

“Where is he going?” “He is already gone baby, when people get old they pass on and become stars in the sky that watch over us, so though you can’t see him he is up there keeping you safe”

“Can I go up there?” “No baby, it’s not somewhere you can visit” “That’s too far away mummy I don’t want Moon Haraboji to go, I don’t want to say goodbye” “I know baby I know neither do I?”

You drove the van to the park and began setting up with the help of Jungkook and you found a notebook filled with our recipes and a small letter.

If you are reading this I have likely passed, and given you my van. Don’t cry for an old man like myself because I am finally with my family. I thought I was waiting for my children to grow up before I could move on and be at peace but it seems I was wrong It wasn’t my children that needed me, it was you dear. I was supposed to teach you. And I did, but you don’t need me anymore. You have grown into a bright young woman, you have children of your own and there is one thing left. I can teach you the final recipe that I never taught you. Never stop learning there is more to learn even if I am no longer there.

You turned the page and read the title smiling through your tears. ‘Turkish delight Ice Cream’. You washed your face and hands and got to work unable to let yourself cry, you finished and tasted it. Surprised when you had been successful.

There was a knock on the Van window and you opened it, it was too early for customers. “Hey, Erik what’s going on?” You smiled “I was wondering if I could give you a resumè?” “Of Course Erik I am actually hiring, what do you say I show you the ropes today?”

He beamed and you brought him to the back and started from the beginning exactly how Inshik had taught you. You were excited to pass on the knowledge and lessons you had learnt from the man you considered part of your own family.

Hajun said he didn’t want his father's work to die so he bought a shop and he would cover all expenses. The shop was across the road from Jimin’s bakery. When it was all done up you took all the good parts of the van and decorated the shop. It was like an American style milk bar from the ’50s.

There was the giant spoon from the top of the van on the back wall and everything was a lovely shade of pink. You were able to do so much more work and be able to keep more flavours at once. “Hey Erik, you ready to learn how to make ice cream?”

“You are going to learn how to make vanilla ice cream, it’s the original flavour. If you can’t perfect the vanilla then you can’t expect your other more complex flavours to be good. Vanilla is so simple but so easy to get wrong. But good vanilla ice cream will turn a good experience into a great experience.”

You let him try the last batch of your former boss’s vanilla ice cream and he hummed “that’s really nice” “Yup so let’s begin”

Teaching Erik was hard but you soon realised the truth in Inshik’s words. Only in teaching did you learn some valuable lessons. there is more to learn even if I am no longer there.

Jimin walked over greeting you with a hug, you hurried your nose against him enjoying his fresh bread smell. He and Jungkook helped you pack up and clean the floor and everything. While you interviewed some applicants you wanted to expand the staff but by how many, if you covered running the shop and teaching Erik. Then there was the kitchen which served chips, burgers and pancakes not your shop's speciality but something on the side.

You were open seven days and there was a morning shift, a lunch shift and an afternoon shift. So at least six people would be perfect. Maybe an extra in case someone is sick you were.

Hajun hires a cook, a lovely young man. Kim Hyo-jong, a very quiet guy but he went by the name of Dawn. You accepted the TXT boys. Then you met a very cute girl who worked really hard. Her name was Kim Hyuna. There was another guy named Hoe-taek who went by hui. You wanted to hire Yangyang Chenle and Jisung who put in applications but you knew they were pretty famous and going on tours and that wouldn't work out.

You did, however, manage to get them to do a video interview inside the story one night with Taehyung and Jungkook's camera skills. They danced to their latest song on the jukebox and you grinned giving them different ice cream flavours to try. They loved it, they were shouting ‘free ice cream, free ice cream!’

Needless to say advertising on your account and theirs meant you had a lot of customers.

You had a picture of Inshik on the wall and around it, you put pictures of the TXT boys and your Bangtan family with your channel logo. You had the NCT boys on the wall with their signatures and even TOP who was a famous actor came in and took a picture for the wall signing it. The whole of the BigBang family put individual photos on the wall with their signatures.

Fans loved looking at who had visited the shop.

Jimin came over after work and You both cleaned up waiting for Jungkook to arrive so you could pick up Seokjin together. During cleaning up, Jimin nudged your arm. He had noticed that Hyuna was glancing into the kitchen at Dawn. A song began playing as she mopped the floor and she started dancing and singing, spinning around her uniform skirt bouncing with every excited jump she made.

Jimin bumped your arm again and pointed to Dawn who had gotten lost watching her dance and shook his head getting back to work. Giggling all the way home as you told the others about the growing infatuation between your two employees.

“It’s so cute! I am going to roster them together more often” “I will try to casually ask Dawn” Jimin hugged you kissing your cheek.

Namjoon that night had snuck you away early to the bedroom you laid across the bed giggling as he kissed you the door threw open.

“We see how it is, we get the kids to bed and you too are having fun without us” “The kids are in bed?” “Yes Namjoon, no thanks to you” “Hear that love” Namjoon grabbed your shirt and ripped it open the buttons flying everywhere and you scolded him. “Oops in movies the shirt just opens I didn’t mean to wreck your shirt”

He scrambled to collect all the buttons off the bed and floor when Jimin pulled off his own shirt and crawled on top of you he giggled taking off your bra properly and he squeezed your breasts kissing your neck.

“Oi, I was gone for two minutes. What the hell is this?” Namjoon slapped Jimin's jean-clad ass causing the younger to moan against your skin, hands tightening just on your breasts.

“Ow Jimin that hurts” “That’s because your pregnant love, Hobi and I figured it out last week you have a telltale sign and it’s adorable” he grinned “Really?” “And we are placing bets baby because three weeks ago it was only Hoseok you and myself, while the boys were busy for the week and so we think it’s one of us”

You got up and went to the bathroom to take a test and you started to cry. “I really am pregnant, how the hell do you know before us” “You start to smell sweeter darling like passion fruit” Hoseok smiled

“That’s what that is” Yoongi hummed “it’s nice” “I didn’t know that’s weird” you hummed “But we kept you busy and we made sure to fill this pretty pussy of yours with all we had every night, so we can’t wait to find out who is the dad” they fist-bumped. 

“You are all amazing and I love all of you so much” they all crawled into bed. Today Namjoon’s attention and hands were on Seokjin the eldest who was making a lot of noise and you grinned and leaned over him kissing his neck and his sweet moans had you turned on rather quickly.

Hoseok and Yoongi were rather busy. Taehyung and Jimin were doing Rock Paper Scissors on who got to eat you out. Jungkook who was feeling kind of left out jumped the queue and kissed down your back his hands reaching under you to remove your jeans you were hovering over Seok Jin’s head and your hair was tickling his chest.

Your arms almost gave out. Jungkook was laying underneath you pulling you down to sit on his face. Working his golden tongue like it was the only way to save his life. Moaning the two arguing turned.

“Jungkook what the hell, man?” “You shouldn’t leave a lady unattended” Jungkook said, the vibrations of his words against you made you shudder.

“Hey” Hoseok slapped Jungkook's tented bulge. The maknae growled and your grip on the sheets increased. “Don’t talk with your mouthful”

The had discovered that Jungkook like Jimin had a bit of a fetish for pain, nothing extreme but Taehyung and Jimin grinned at the unsuspecting figure laying underneath you.

The two unzipped his pants and he squirmed whining into you. They were being rough and when they finally exposed him they saw the dribble of sticky precum leaking from the head of his cock”

They both took turns taking him into their mouths and took a side each to run their tongues along his length. It was a beautiful dance where everyone took their turns climaxing before switching positions.

It was Jeongsan first day of daycare, he took a little longer to go than Kyungju because he was more sensitive to being away from all of you. He was in his terrible twos which meant he had tantrums because things weren’t right.

He wanted to do things himself but couldn’t and that made it worse. “Time to get dressed JayJay” Seokjin smiled “No daddy Eokie, me do it” Seokjin sighed and handed over the clothes and watched him put the pants on backwards and get tangled in his shirt, he cried having a meltdown because it wasn’t working.

“Let me help you he took off the clothes and helped him put them on and he wiped the boy's tears “your such a good boy Jeongsan” “Everything all good” Namjoon smiled “Cuggel daddy Joo Joo!” “Alright come here for cuggels” he held his arms out and Jeongsan hugged Namjoon cuddling into his chest.

“Daddy Tata have you seen my shoes?” Kyungju called walking past the room into the studio and Taehyung looked down with a smile, “of course, he through the boy over his shoulder and ran down the hall”

Echoes of giggles through the house had everyone smiling and you were all ready for the day. The twins went to daycare early like Kyungju and the boys were the happiest when you decided to switch to bottles because they could feed them. It made it easier with your busy schedule and the daycare to bottle feed them.

Your belly got big pretty quickly and you went to the doctor for a check-up hoping it wasn’t twins. You weren’t ready for that sort of news not after just having twins. Luckily there was only one. You were told there was just a lot of fluid and that you may grow quite big this pregnancy. You found out it was another baby boy and this time the father was…

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[cannedapricot]

Barista! Natamoto Yuta

ft. a cute taeil! i figured i should get this request from anon done before christmas so here’s a short cute christmasy barista yuta!

JoY tO tHe WoRlD

CHRISTMAS IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER Y’ALL GET FESTIVE

SO!!!

yuta works at a small hole in the wall cafe

it’s literally called “hole in the wall”

it’s a very simple cafe which people tend to miss when they walk by

it’s not as crowded as starbucks when the pumpkin spice latte comes out 

but it’s not dead ok

there’s a handful of people that come :’)

othERWISE BARISTA! YUTA WOULD GO POOR AND QUIT BIEAFBDIS

our takoyaki prince actually loves that it’s not crowded

i mean,,,, as a transfer college student,,,, hE JUST WANTS TO EARN MONEY WHILE DOING NOTHING LIKE THE REST OF US

all he does on his shift is make a few coffees, maintain his clean work space and charm his customers so they tip him

liSTEN

THE BOY MADE THE MISTAKE OF WORKING AT STARBUCKS ONCE

N E V E R A G A I N

THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE WAS WAY TOO OVERWHELMING 

also so many people were talking on their phones while ordering

and it pissed him off lol

so he quit and started working at hole in the wall thanks to barista! taeil’s recommendation

and he’s never been so relaxed while earning money :’)

the shop is five minutes from the dreamie’s school

and they drop by every so often

and boss yuta around because,

“i’M PAYING YOU FOR THIS”

yuta nearly strangled haechan but barista but also son of the manager! taeyong was glaring at him

and yuta’s already been warned about bad customer service from last time when he gave doyoung a carrot instead of the pastry he ordered

the end of year is s t r e s s f u l

because wow finals f u n

so yuta tends to take a break from the shop when finals roll around

but the manager (also the pastry chef) also lets every other collage student take a break 

so all that’s left is the manager, full time barista! taeil and pastry chef apprentice! mark :’)

coincidentally, you were stressing over finals as well

finding the perfect place to study was quite the task

the school library was full and the wifi was slow asf thanks to the 5732 students there at once

the cafe close to campus was stuffy and rowdy

and your dorm had w a y too many distractions

yOU JUST WANTED A PLACE TO STUDY WHY IS IT SO HARD :’CC

you discover hole in the wall one day while returning from the cafe near campus

it got way too noisy for your liking

so you just decided 

fuck it

and left :’)

you had also nearly missed it when you walked by but you caught the sight of a bunch of rowdy school boys walking in

and decided heY WHY NO T

the bell chimed as you opened the door

and you were greeted by the simple and warm decor of the small shop

the only people there were the bunch of high schoolers, the staff, and two other studying students

you stepped up near the counter, squinting your eyes at the menu lol

turns out, the boys in front of you were having a nice long chat with another boy who was almost entirely covered in flour

you kinda stood there awkwardly for a while bECAUSE INTERRUPTING THEM WOULD BE RUDE

until another man walked to the front of the store

“um,,, mark,,, do you realise we have a new customer behind your squad??”

mark peeks his head over the dreamies and realizes oH SHIT WE DO

and proceeds to shoo the dreamies to a table :’)

“i’m so sorry,,,,,i wasn’t expecting- i mean i we were expecting customers but- ,,,,we just haven’t had anyone new come in for a while,,”

BITCH YOU CAN’T HELP BUT LET OUT A SMILE

THE KID WAS ADORABLE

and so you order your choice of coffee (or tea!) and a piece of cake!!

which makes mark light up becaUSE HE MADE THAT CAKE AND HE’S REALLY PROUD OF IT

“TAEIL YOU HEAR THAT?”

“i’M ON IT MARK”

communication at it’s finest

the flour boy introduces himself along with all the others in the shop currently

the barista who told him you were here? that’s taeil!

the two students studying? that’s doyoung and johnny!

the bunch of highschoolers?

“oh they’re irrelevant” 

smiling to yourself, you choose to sit at the table close to counter

maybe you’d find yourself being a regular here!11!!1

and so you do lol

you find yourself coming everyday!

and you also found yourself becoming closer with the other regulars and two of the staff lol

you even decorated the shop for christmas with them!!

and forced them to add christmas hats to the uniform :’’’)

i love wholesome families :’’’’’’’’)

remember how this is a yuta fic?

yeaH LETS GET HIM SCREENTIME REAL QUICK

after the finals were over, yuta, taeyong and johnny return to the cafe in glory1!1!!

and after serving the dreamies, you turn up

yujohnyong were like “ooOOOOOH NEW CUSTOMER!!”

but the others were like,

“y/n!!! welcome back!!”

????

THERE’S A REGULAR THAT YUTA DOESN’T KNOW????

THIS CAN’T HAPPEN

so

yuta slides up to mork and asks,,

“who’s y/n?”

“oh, they became a regular when you left to study lol”

fffffffFFFFFFFF

then yuta slides up to the counter, elbowing taeil out of the way to do so

“hey! so i hear you’re a regular!!”

shoots 10000000000 watt smile

“uh,,,, yeah,,,,”

“so what’s your usual order?”

“u,,,m,,,, taeil knows so can i have him do it?”

yuta’s confidence: -100

iTS O K

“orrrrrr you can tell me and i’ll make it for you!!”

but you’re already sitting at your table lol

THE OTHER BOYS ARE CRACKING UP BEHIND HIM LOL

as taeil finishes your order, yuta snatches it up with a piece of cake and heads toward your table

NAKAMOTO YUTA WILL NOT HAVE A REGULAR NOT RECOGNIZE HIM 😤😤😤

“oh i didn’t order cake!!!”

“it’s part of out christmas promotion right now!! don’t worry!”

and he plops down in the chair in front of you

yuta can feel taeyong’s glare on him but hE CAN’T DO ANYTHING

THIS IS GOOD CUSTOMER SERVICE OK

but the gaze melts away as taeyong’s favorite customer, sicheng, comes in with ten

yuta then happily strikes up a conversation with you!

“are you sure it’s ok,,,”

“it’s fine!!! there’s not many customers anyways lol”

and you two talk until the cafe closing time

but on your way home, you realize,,,

yOU FORGOT TO ASK FOR HIS NUMBER???

GOOD JOB Y/N

the first thing you do back at your dorm is scream into your pillow

your dormmate asks you what’s wrong

“I CAN’T BELIEVE I MISSED THE CHANCE TO GET A CUTIE’S NUMBER SEGSRHEERGEH”

i relate

the same thing repeats everyday for a week

you show up at the cafe, yuta makes conversation with you, and you go home realizing that yOU FORGOT TO ASK HIM ABOUT HIS NUMBER AGAIN

LOOK YOU GET TOO CAUGHT UP IN THE CONVO OK

but you’re starting to think,,,,,

maybe he’s not as interested in you as you’re interested in him,,,,

becaUSE HE HASN’T ASKED YOU FOR YOUR NUMBER EITHER???

little do you know,,,

yuta’s screaming to his bros when they’re closing up the shop

“wHY HASN’T SHE ASKED FOR MY NU M B E R”

“lmao ask her yourself”

“ICAN’TDOTHAT WHATIFSHEDOESN’TLIKEME”

and 

johnny’s lowkey done with yuta lol

the next week, christmas eve, you go to the shop per usual

REPEATING TO YOURSELF THAT YOU H A V E TO ASK FOR HIS NUMBER

but when you get there, yuta’s nowhere to be seen

taeil takes your order instead of yuta,,, who’s started to take your orders whenever you showed up

“hey,,,, taeil,,, where’s yuta?”

taeil cracks a mysterious smile while making your beverage

“who knows”

loL YUTA’S IN THE BACK WITH JOHNNY CALMING HIM DOWN

johnny had come up with this plan and yuTA’S DOUBTING HI M

YUTA’S 10000% SURE THAT JOHNNY’S GONNA SCREW HIM OVER

hmmmm what plan??? 🤔🤔🤔

leTS FIND OUT!!!11!1!

taeil comes around the counter with your chosen beverage and a huge sparkly present box???

“this is for you!!”

?????

opening the box, you see a note with a phone beside it

“hey pretty baby ;) your christmas present is me ;;) but i’ll need your number before you can receive the real present ;;;)”

.......

you read it aloud

and the whole cafe heard LMAO

the dreamies are REALLY embarrassed SVBFOSV

AND YUTA BURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR

“I KNEW JOHNNY WAS DOING ME DIRTY”

stomping his way towards you, yuta leans on your table

staring into your eyes he says,

“i like you,,, as in my heart beats faster when i see you like, even if you don’t like me the same way could you give me a chance?”

tHERE WAS NO HESITATION IN HIS VOICE

“a-are you sure?”

“biTCH DID I STUTTER???”

“uM OK LETS GIVE IT A TRY”

THE WHOLE CAFE STARTS WOLF WHISTLING 

AND CONFETTI IS THROWN (thanks to johnny who had went to the party shop last night)

through the whole mess, yuta smiles apologetically and says,

“sorry it wasn’t romantic at all, i wanted it to be nicer but johnny planned this and-”

you shut him up with a kiss on his cheek

“it’s fine, i love it the way it is”

merry christmas eve!! if it’s not as fluffy or christmasy enough,,,, i’m sorry aaaa i wrote most of this at the christmas party i was at !! also yuta’s lowkey ooc here ahhahahahahahahhHAHHAHAHA

finally my first nct scenario!! i bet y’all forgot i write for nct as well sefbabodbf but anyways!! have a very merry christmas and a happy new year!!

[stormyoceans]

Monica I'm really scared. It's ep 11 next week. We haven't got Mork crying. (Sam mentioned to me that we haven't even gotten the day bawling scene from the trailer?) This eye donation thing seems a little bit too happy and hopeful for an ep 11.

I know this sounds bad but I really hope day doesn't regain his sight. Because everything the series built up about how blind people also are able to experience this world will all go down the drain. And some part of me knows p'aof will not do that. But then. It's so cruel. To give Day the eyes, the hope of vision just to yank it back so heartlessly. It's so mean. I am scared for next Friday monica.

i feel like i should probably wait to answer you because rn the episode is still too fresh in my mind and i don't have the emotional detachment necessary to be, if not positive, at least not utterly and embarrassingly overdramatic about this but. my mood really flipped a whole 180 degrees because of that ending and ngl. im not doing too well ;;;;;;;

FAIR AMOUNT OF NEGATIVITY UNDER THE CUT I ALREADY APOLOGIZE FOR IT

the thing is. i don't think the surgery next episode is gonna be successful, but i still so deeply dislike this eye donation plotline regardless of how it's gonna end because what's the point of it? if the surgery is successful and day gets his sight back, then it's gonna defeat the entire message of the show. if the surgery fails and day remains blind, then it just feels completely purposeless since he didn't need this to accept his disability and learn that he can still have a fulfilling life: he had already accepted this at songkhla, and it was perfect. honestly the only reason i can think of for them to go down this road is to have the surgery be unsuccessful now, only to end the series with day getting it again after some years and this time working out to show that 'you should never give up hope'. and i can't even begin to explain just how much that wouldn't sit right with me. and i mean i don't have a disability so i obviously don't have any right to say this, but still

not to mention that i actually still feel like those two moments with day and mork crying that we have yet to see are both related to the two of them breaking up because mork doesn't feel like he can take care of day, so they're gonna make him leave until he can prove to day's mom that he can provide for day. which is another thing i would hate

i just don't understand why would they choose all of this when, instead, p'aof could have had mork and day figuring out their future TOGETHER and BOTH trying to prove to day's mom that they can take care of EACH OTHER. like the show made such a point of making day become more independent and empowered but now they're not allowing him to be. i wanna see him walking outside alone with a cane, i wanna see him go back to school and finish his studies, i wanna see him open up his little bookstore while mork works as a cook. it can still happen, i guess, but i still wish it would have been given more focus

im also the kind of dramatic person who can't be like 'at least we have the first 9 episodes, they were perfect and nothing can ruin them'. unfortunately that's not enough for me. unfortunately i need them to stick the landing or it WOULD ruin the entire show for me. and not being able to get back to it and find comfort in morkday would honestly be heartbreaking for me. and you know, obviously the message and the representation of the show is the most important part in this, but also i would be lying if i said i didn't want to have a damn DVD box set of a jimmysea series to actually hold and enjoy since we won't ever have one for vice versa, but what would be the point of buying the last twilight one if i dislike the ending

ANYWAY. im really sorry ismay, i ended up ranting because i needed to vent but im afraid im only making you feel worse with this ;;;;;;; maybe after i sleep on it i will be a bit more optimistic about this but. im really scared too ;;;;;;; for what is worth im holding your hand and im here for you whatever is gonna happen