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axwalker · 3 years

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CREEP 4: I wish I was special

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Lexie O’Brien) Book TRR

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Synopsis: Drake is a hurt, angry teenager. After being rejected by Lexie, he spends two years bullying her until he discovers the horrible truth behind her rejection.

In this chapter: Lexie and Drake spend a lot of time together. I’ve have to be honest this is a filler chapter with a bit a lot of smut 🤷🏽‍♀️

A/N: Drake’s and Lexie’s POV.

Words: 4,470

WARNINGS: SMUT! Parental abuse, domestic violence, toxic love, abuse, bullying.

THIS IS NOT YOUR USUAL MARSHMALLOW DRAKE. He was abandoned as a boy, he’s tortured and he doesn’t know how to express love.

This is a dark love story. If you think this might trigger you, PLEASE do not read it.

ALL MY FICS ARE 18+

TAGS ON THE COMMENTS –As this is darker than usual; I’m only tagging the people who commented in the previous chapters. If you want to get on or off the list for this fic; please do not hesitate to ask!!

Drake

I can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe I’m holding Lexie in my arms, and this is happening.

Damn. She tastes even better than I imagined. Soft lips, the flavor of cherries and mint and something singularly Lexie. So, fucking sweet. Her innocent tongue is hesitant at first to play with mine, making her surrender even more satisfying. She’s been the center of my world for years. She’s everything I crave, and I didn’t know how to handle the rejection of the only person who matters to me. I know that’s not an excuse; I know that I don’t fucking deserve her. Hell, if I were a better man, a man that wasn’t starving for her, I’d live her alone.

She makes me stumble into the bed- when her thighs tighten around me, and she allows me inside her perfect little mouth with hot strokes of my tongue, my hands aching over the softness of her hair, her cheeks, absorbing her unique textures with my palms.

Get yourself out of my system. My heart has just awakened again, and it breaks painfully; when I think about her words, I make a pitiful sound into the kiss. Ah God. The best night of my life could be the night Lexie cuts me off for good, and I don’t know how to stop it from happening. She’s attracted to me, but I’ve hurt her too badly to contemplate a future. A man with more self-control, maybe an older one, might stop this now. Demand to talk, to explain to her I’ve loved her for so long and so fucking deep that I can’t see straight. That I let my insecurity act on my name. But right now, I can do nothing but soak up every inch, take as much as I can before she wants me gone. I let her mouth go momentarily, kissing down her jawline to her neck, trying to memorize exactly how she smells, how she tastes in every single part of her. How she sounds when she moans brokenly when she shifts her pussy against my lap. Then does it again.

“Feels good,” she whispers, her voice barely loud enough to hear above the storm. “Drake.”

I want to give her a first time she’ll think about every hour for the rest of her life, but I’m… I’m quickly recognizing my inexperience. I’m not as practiced at sex as she thinks. Only one girl before I met her. After seeing those deep brown eyes, no one else would do it for me. But I have been fucking starving for it for years. With this girl. So when she rubs against my cock and whispers, “feels good,” I almost come against in my jeans.

I have to force myself not to grip her butt cheeks and grind her down while I thrust up, giving myself enough friction to finish. Christ, don’t finish. Please. I’ve been blessed with an opportunity I don’t deserve. A night with Lexie. A chance to make her first time perfect—and that’s what I’m going to do, even if it kills me.

A thunder rumbles in the sky outside as she makes urgent, breathy noises, her fingers grabbing my T-shirt. She strips it off over my head, her palms slowly brushing the shape of my chest up to my arms, leaning in to kiss the hollow of my throat, the underside of my chin. Heat burns me from the inside, growing hotter with every touch of those lips on my body—and no, no, no, I can never live without her. I’ll fade and die without her touch. Get into her system, not out of it. Get deeper. So deep she can’t take me out. As deep as she is inside me. I know she’ll never love me as I do her, but I need her anyway. With those directions clear and loud in the back of my head, I move toward the bed and drop down to my knees, gently laying Lexie on her back, kissing her incredible mouth while my fingers fumble with the button and zipper of her jeans. I’m touching Lexie’s pussy through denim, and again, I want her so fucking badly, I’m worried I’m going to ruin everything, but I grit my teeth and start to slide the jeans down her legs. As soon as the soft, soft flesh of her thighs is revealed, I tilt my face up and shut my eyes closed. God, oh God.

“What’s wrong?” she whispers, lifting her hips so I can remove the pants. “You’re so beautiful; I’m trying not to come just looking at you,” I groan, tossing her jeans aside, taking several deep breaths to get myself under control, before giving in to the overwhelming temptation to see Lexie in panties. No amount of imagination could have done her justice. The shy inward turn of her left knee, the light blue panties that rapidly become see-through, thanks to how wet she is. The slit of her sex. My senses are overloaded, my breathing uneven.

Then she blushes and bites her lip, and I understand that she’s as nervous as I am. Probably more. Fuck, this is not about me. This is about the beautiful, sweet girl underneath me. I take a moment to look at her face; her eyes are shining, her cheeks pink, her mouth is swollen from being kissed. I’m an eighteen-year-old man who –for three years, has only climaxed from jerking off, and because of that, my instinct now is to take my cock out and come all over the goddess in front of me. I’ll come so hard. All over her. But this is more than sex. I’m being allowed sex with the girl of my dreams. My dick is in disbelief, painfully hard and dripping with pre-come in my boxers, begging to come inside of her, instead of out. And Lexie…her eyes are locked on it in wonder, lips in an O shape. I’m going to be looking at that beautiful face when she takes my cock inside of her, feeling me move, stealing her innocence. Jesus. How am I going to last?

“Lexie,” I groan through my teeth, trying to explain with that single word how fucking horny she makes me. She’s still staring at the bulge in my jeans.

“Am I…should I…” I’ve never heard her with that husky tone of voice before. “Does it go in my mouth first?”

I shudder so hard, my jaw almost breaks. “Christ, don’t say that, baby. Fuck.” I’m a beast right now, ripping down my zipper and shoving my hand inside, beating off the raw length of my dick, my eyes traveling from her face, to her tits, to her pussy. Then circling back and starting at the beginning, telling her how fucking gorgeous she is. A fucking goddess. And Lexie seems to sense my desperation and overcome her shyness because she takes down her panties and kicks them away, baring herself to me. Ironically, when I should ultimately explode because the vision she creates is such perfection, I’m determined with purpose instead. With responsibility. As soon as her pussy is out, all I can think about is tasting it, giving her an orgasm and my own sexual pain takes an immediate back seat, my jerking hand slowing in the lap of my jeans. The sight of Lexie’s body hypnotizes me.

“Can I touch you?” She nods shyly but eagerly, holding her breath. I hold mine, too, my palms gently grazing up her inner thighs and pushing them apart, spreading the pink slit between her legs, revealing the secrets I need to learn or I’ll die unsatisfied. “Tell me when I do something that feels good.”

Slowly, I trace a thumb down the split of her pussy and her back arches, her gasp is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. “There,” I say in a rush, finally exhaling, tracing the edges of the nub that made her eyes roll back in her head. “Can I lick you here, baby?” Her hands fly to the mattress, fingers digging into the blanket.

“Yes.”

Fuck. I get to give her head. I’m down on my stomach in a heartbeat, rubbing my nose through her slick folds, inhaling Lexie, something peachy, gently dragging my tongue side to side over that little button. The sight of it makes my cock pound, my tongue licking toward it automatically, on reflex…and Lexie loses her fucking mind. A sexy sound fills my ears, her fingers sinking into my hair, pulling me closer. It’s like winning a gold medal at the Olympics. Knowing I found the exact spot that could get that reaction out of my girl has almost made me come right then. My tongue is worshipping her until I’m devouring her, doubting between French kissing her wet little pussy and teasing that perfect spot, her cries making the sweetest music in my ears.

“Drake. Drake. Don’t stop. Don’t. Please, please, please.”

When she comes, I swear to God, the taste of her is so sweet, so incredible, I go a little insane.

“I-I’m ready, Drake. Please.”

Despite how fucking bad I want her, I must make sure she wants this. I take a deep breath to calm my fucking dick, then I bend down to kiss her cute little nose and ask her, “Are you sure about this?”

She nods “Yes. God, yes.”

“I don’t have a condom. I don’t—”

“I’m on the pill. I went to the doctor myself to regulate my periods. Are you --uhm clean?”

I’ve only been with one girl three years ago, and we were safe. “I am.”

“Then I’m sure, Drake. Please, I want you so badly.”

With a choked sound, I take hold of my cock and press it to her center, my life flashing in front of my eyes when I slide in a single inch and her wet pussy clenches around me like a fist. “Oh. Fuck.” I drop my face into her neck, raking my teeth against it, my hips burning with the need to thrust. Claim. Pound her into the ground.

“Are you okay, baby?” Fuck, her eyes are shut, a painful expression in her innocent face.

“I just need a moment, Drake.”

“I’ll give you anything you need, baby.” I don’t need to think about anything to distract myself. The mere fact of knowing she’s hurting is more than enough to sober me up. I cage her head in my arms and kiss her softly. I look her in the eyes, and there’s something in her eyes I’ve never seen before. Trust.

“I lied to you, Lexie. I’ve only been with one person like this. But that was before you. Since then, I’ve never wanted to touch anyone but you. Never been hard for anything but this…” I feel her adjusting to me, so I force in another inch. It feels better than I could’ve ever imagined. “This sweet little pussy.” I search Lexie’s flushed face and find her looking at me in wonder, surprise.

“You…waited for me.” she whispers.

My nod is jerky, teeth clenched. “You really haven’t figured it out yet? You can’t tell I’m obsessed with you?” I drop hard kisses all over her face, her hair, her neck. “You can’t tell I would murder, lie and steal just to have you look at me?” Her breath comes in tight pants, brown eyes glazed.

“I need more. You’ve been hiding from me for two years, acting like someone else. But this…this is honest. I-I want to feel it.”

“Soon. Soon. Just let me get myself under control.”

“Please, Drake.” Her expression is enthralled, imploring. “Fall apart.”

I “Lexie, please. I don’t want to hurt you, baby. I want to make it perfect for you.”

She gives me one of those smiles I craved so much, and catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she reaches down and sinks her fingernails into my ass, yanking me close and impaling herself on my rigid cock. Fuck, I want to be gentle with her, I need to but damn if she’s not making it difficult. I bury myself to the hilt, and she gasps

“Hurts,” she says. “You’re too big. It’s too big.”

“What?” I struggle for awareness, my eyes unfocused as I search her face.

“Too big…” “It hurts.” Horror hits me. I’m hurting Lexie. My Lexie. Fuck no. “No, I’ll stop.”

“No.” She tightens her legs around my hips. “Just go slow.”

I kiss her front. “I’ll go as slow as you need me to.” My eyes focus on her pretty face. She’s so perfectly delicate. “You’re sure, baby?”

“Yes.” She kisses my mouth to reassure me, and I groan, melting at her touch, gently rolling in and out of her. It’s a painful effort to keep the slow pace, but I want her to enjoy this. I stop for a few seconds, and I search her face. If she’s still in pain, I’ll pull out of her no matter what she says. But her lips are parted, and she seems to be getting there with me, so I continue to thrust, rhythmic and measured, our eyes hot on one another. Her tight little pussy is making me insane.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” I growl, kissing her neck. “The smell of you in class. The shape of your neck and hips and that perfect hair moving in front of me. Perfect, so perfect, so mine. And you wouldn’t even give me your eyes. It broke me. But you’ve always been mine, no matter what, huh? Nothing can change that.” I lick her neck, her throat, her mouth. I move a little faster and she cries of pleasure. “Be mine, Lexie.”

I put my hand between us and touched her at the same spot I did when I kissed her sex. Her reaction is immediate.

“Oh god, Drake. Just there. This is—God.”

She cries one last time, and I can feel her pleasure squeezing my cock as she comes.

An invisible string is cut when I’m finally down the other side of my peak, my heaving body collapsing on top of Lexie’s. “Lexie?” I kiss her forehead, her cheeks. “I’m… God. Are you okay?”

Her nod gets my blood running again.

“It finally happened,” I say, almost hoping she didn’t hear me.

“What did?”

“My fantasy came true.”

The smile she gives me is almost shy. And somehow, that’s the best part of our perfect night.

Lexie

Over the years, my mother’s voice has started to fade from my head, but I can remember her saying, “Santo Dios,” when something interested her. Or made her sit up and take notice. And watching the muscles of Drake’s back move in the darkness, I mouth those words to myself. Santo Dios. After we… After what happened … I don’t know what to call what we did. I’m scared to call it “making love.” “Sex” sounds too shallow for something so intense. “Fucking” sounds too crude, too impersonal, when what passed between us couldn’t have been more personal.

All this time, I pictured Drake meeting girls on the weekends, forgetting all about me in a quest for momentary bliss. But that wasn’t the case at all. He’s been…he waited. He waited for me. When making that confession, the raw honesty in his eyes left absolutely no doubt that he…feels something for me. Quite a lot, if I can believe what a man says in the heat of the moment. None of what Drake said felt like bullshit, though. Or a man telling a woman what she wants to hear. It was as if he’d been holding it in and pleasure broke the dam of secrets, making his walls collapsed all around me. Leaving me with the ruins of all this new knowledge.

I sit on the back porch of the cabin, arms wrapped around my knees, watching Drake connect the generator so we can have light. Thanks to the storm, the electricity isn’t working. Now, shirtless, he works on his knees in front of the machine, a frown of focus between his dark brows. Every minute or so, he stops working to glance over at me, his throat bobbing, his eyes watchful and hungry, the outline of his erection back to pressing against the front of his jeans. My newfound feminine vibrates, demands attention. I was too tired to put my pants back on, so I’m dressed in panties and a T-shirt. My lack of clothing feels forbidden, as does being alone at a cabin with a boy. For the whole night. And I don’t know what to do about the desire he’s fueled inside of me. I don’t know what to do with the excitement of knowing we’re both new –or almost, at exploring the bodies of the opposite sex…and all the ways we could do it now. Inside the cabin. Alone. No one to hear us, judge us, see us. No getting in trouble. Nothing holding us back. Except for what he did to me for two bitterly long years. Except for the fact that I need to get far away from here, from my father, and it won’t do me any good to get attached to this magnetic boy.

There can only be one night. I need to make a fresh start. I need to cut myself clean off from everything that has made me feel sad and broken in the past—and whether my heart likes it or not, Drake Walker is one of those things.

He’s looking at me right now like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. And it’s that kind of intuition he seems to have about me that is going to get me into trouble. Going to make me second-guess my determination to leave him here along with everyone and everything else I’ve grown up with.

Drake sets down the tool in his hand and flips a switch, lighting up the porch. “Looks like it’s working.”

“Yeah.”

He sends me a tight smile. “They don’t call me a handyman for nothing.” It occurs to me in that moment that I don’t know a lot about Drake’s private life. I know he lives in a trailer on the other side of town. And the horrible story he told me about his family, but not much more.

I want to escape this place. Does he? “Are you…planning on hanging around Portavira after graduation?”

His movements pause ever so slightly, but I catch it. “Hadn’t thought too much about it.”

“Really?”

“No,” he sighs. “That’s a lie.” Kneeling in front of the toolbox, his jaw tightens, his gaze eventually making its way back to me. “And I don’t want to lie to you anymore, Lexie.”

“Then don’t,” I say quickly, holding my breath.

“I know you want to go to college and make something of yourself, but that -that’s not an option for me. I’m just going to stay here trying to fix this old house and honor my dad’s memory.”

He evades my gaze, and the reason why is painfully obvious. “You have nothing, nothing to be ashamed about, Drake. What you’re doing with this cabin is amazing; if this is what you want to do, you should”.

Even in the muted moonlight, I can see the reddening of his cheekbones. “Believe me, for the rest of my life, I’m going to hate myself for how I treated you. I thought…”

“What?”

He shakes his head, but answers anyway. “That night at your house, I thought when you found out I what I did for a living, that I was there to repair your roof…you remembered I wasn’t good enough for you. That you looked down on me. I thought you were ignoring me all this time because you regretted everything that happened, everything you said. You had a momentary lapse of judgement and went back onto your pedestal, out of reach of my filthy hands. It hurt to think I disgusted you. It hurt and I took it out on you.” At the end of his explanation, my mouth is hanging open. No wonder he was so mad, lashing out all the time. He thought I was ignoring him because I thought myself better. Above him. For a prideful person like Drake, being ignored because of his status would have stung worse than anything else.

“Why are you only telling me this now?”

“Because it sounds like an excuse—and I’m not making one. Ever.”

“I didn’t think I was better than you. I missed you.” That strong chest of his starts to rise and fall quickly, his gaze penetrating me through the darkness. “I know that sounds silly. It was just one night.”

“No. I missed you, too.” He takes a step in my direction. “Still do.” His eyes close and he releases a bumpy breath. “Brutally, baby. I’ve never stopped wanting—fuck-craving you like a madman. It just killed me to see how you were so gentle and kind to everyone but me. Even before I started -bullying you.”

Nerve tingle everywhere on my body, the need to touch and be touched by Drake increasing the temperature of my skin rapidly, making my breasts feel full, my legs weak. I’ve never tried drugs, but I understand now what addiction must be like. Fighting a pull, battling a self-destructive urge, promises an incredible high before the inevitable downward spiral. If I give him the slightest encouragement, he’s going to bring me inside and…be with me again.

Is that what I want? Yes.

Will giving in to my physical urges make it much harder when I have to leave town for good? Yes. Yes.

There isn’t anything casual about Drake and me. And how can I begin to rebuild my pride, my life, if my first act of independence is giving my body to the person who made me cry so many times since sophomore year, I’ve lost count? I search for a way to change the subject. To take the focus off the connection dragging us back together.

“Well.” I dampen my lips. “I don’t think I’ll go to college anymore. My father hid all my acceptance letters. He was never really going to let me go.” I intertwine my fingers together and tighten them until they leach of color. “Tonight, was the first time I ever spoke back to him. I was just so angry.” Several beats pass.

“Of course, you were.” He drops down onto the back porch, a couple of feet to my right, staring out into the trees. “Hell, Lexie. I’m sorry he did that.”

I nod. “I did a lot of thinking on the back of your bike. It’s good for that. Thinking. Isn’t it?”

“Yeah. When you don’t want to think… it’s good for that, too.”

“Hmm.”

He looks over at me; hands clasped loosely between his bent knees. “What did you think about?”

“College. How to salvage the original plan.” I feel kind of jumpy, sharing my ideas with Drake, with anyone, I’ve kept things to myself for so long, not confiding in my classmates, not getting close to others, lest my father find a way to blacken the connection. To make people sorry for interacting with me. “I was thinking…maybe I could go and see the school guidance counselor. I need all my transcripts to apply to college here in Cordonia. Once I do that, things might get easier. There has to be a way to make it work. Even if it is a little late to apply.”

Drake nods, frowning like he’s giving my plan some serious thought. “It’s not safe for you to go back to the school, Lexie. I’ll go. I’ll do whatever you need. Pick up your transcripts or anything else. We can find a library around here to fill out the applications online…” My heart thumps heavily. All that time spent with him, getting deeper and deeper. It wouldn’t be wise. “You don’t have to do all of that.”

“I want to.”

His eyes are hopeful. I shouldn’t allow that hope. Nor should I rely on him for things I need to do myself. Things that will be required to take control of my life. “It’s not safe for you at the school, either. What if my father presses assault charges?” As soon as I ask the question, I shake my head. “Never mind. He’d never do that. People would know you bested him. They’d know what he did to me, too—and he’d never, never allow that. There’s nothing more important to him than his reputation.”

“So I’ll go to the school for you?” he asks, quietly, almost too casually, but I can see the tension in his shoulders, the set of his jaw. It’s not a simple question. If I say yes to this favor, it means our…relationship will extend beyond one night. To include tomorrow—Sunday—plus Monday morning, before the school opens. It adds time to the us I know he still wants. Do I have a choice, though? My father could be there waiting for me, and that terrifies me more than my feelings for Drake do. What he’s willing to do could help me tremendously. Could start me on the path to a new beginning. “Yes,” I whisper. “You’ll go.”

Drake swallows loudly, his eyelids closing. When he opens his eyes again, his gaze traces my bare thighs hungrily. We have until Monday now. What are we going to do with all that time? That question hangs in the air, unspoken, but louder than a shout. I can almost feel the binds tightening us together, strengthening until they become impossible to snap. And it scares me, but I need him too, even if it’s for a few days. Always loved being scared, electrified, by beautiful things, and bare-chested in the moonlight, Drake is by far the most beautiful of all.

“Lexie…” he breathes, swallowing loudly. “I want to taste you again?” Heat envelops me, invades me. I’ve always worried I need to touch myself too often. That I have a more pronounced sexual appetite than I’m supposed to have at my age. But as Drake kneels on the lower stair in front of me and separates my thighs, kissing a path toward my apex, I know he’s the reason. Drake is the reason I’ve been riding the heel of my hand, crying frustration into my pillow, night after night after night. He’s the one that inspires the excruciating arousal—and I don’t have a shot in hell of saying no to him. Not when it comes to being physical. I just have to remember to say no to anything more. Anything beyond this. “Yes…” I lean back on my elbows. “Do it.”

He does, and we spend the next hours lost on each other.

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jamespotterthefirst · 4 years

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Corazon (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1.2K Premise: When Ethan meets her mother and sister for the first time, they accidentally embarrass her by remembering the crush she used to have on him.

A/N: Happy birthday @aestheticartsx!

A/N 2: Spanish translations provided :)

Lilac tried her best to remain professional as she spoke to Marlene at the nurse's station. That was a nearly impossible feat, it turned out, when she felt the intensity of blue eyes admiring her from afar. As Marlene hurried off, Lilac's eyes met Ethan's, a fierce, hot blush raging on her cheeks.

As if that roguish half smile, reserved only for her, wasn't enough, those lush lips she longed to kiss mouthed something. The words could have easily been I love you or I want you. Either way, her balance was compromised and her heart skipped a beat.

If they were trying to keep their relationship quiet, they were doing an awful job. Lilac was certain anyone walking by could plainly see the desperate longing pulsing between them.

“Doctora?”

The words startled her from her thoughts. Lilac turned, expecting to see a patient who needed care in her native language, but instead, she was surprised to see the beautiful, smiling face of her mother.

“Mom?”

Lilac had no time to process anything else because she found herself in a tight embrace, her mother's perfume hitting her with a sense of comfort and nostalgia.

“Long time no see, Doc,” another voice said when they broke apart.

Her eldest sister, Laurel, stood a few paces behind her mother, grinning broadly at her. Lilac almost shrieked with delight before hugging her sister too.

“What are you two doing here? Why didn't you tell me you arrived in Boston?”

“We moved our trip up so we could surprise you. How have you been, corazón?”

“I've been great,” she responded, her cheeks stinging from smiling so broadly. “Where's Dad?”

“He's arriving with your brother in a few days as planned.” Her mother eyed her shrewdly with those eyes Lilac had inherited. The only difference was the lines decorating her mother's and the spectacles she wore. “You look tired, mi vida. Are you getting enough sleep?”

Lilac waved her hand dismissively. “The usual.”

Her mother and sister exchanged an uneasy, panicked look. Laurel had the good sense to mask it mere seconds later, no doubt for Lilac's sake, but it was far from successful. Neither her mother nor her sister had forgotten the attack and how close Lilac had been to death, even if it had been six months ago. The way their faces drained of color was evidence enough. Even more proof was the mere fact that they had put their lives on pause to fly across the country to see her, as though hearing on the phone that she was fine over and over again was not enough.

Lilac suppressed a sigh, her chest feeling heavy with guilt. She imagined the same worried exchange would happen between her dad and her brother when they did arrive.

“So none?” her sister quipped, an obvious attempt to dispel the thick veil of tension between the three.

It worked. Both Allende sisters laughed, which earned them a disapproving look from their mother. Before Lilac could get the usual lecture about getting more rest, Laurel interjected. “We're here to take you to lunch. Can you get away?”

“Sure, let me just tell my boss I am stepping out.”

Lilac turned to where Ethan still stood, well within earshot. At first glance it appeared he wasn't listening, his attention on the chart in his hand, but Lilac knew better. Something in the way his eyes flickered away from the paper every so often and the way he tilted his body told her he was listening to them. After all, she had learned observation from the best.

“That's your boss?” Laurel asked, following Lilac's line of sight and gaping. “Holy shit.”

The last time they were at Edenbrook they had been too worried about Lilac's wellbeing that no introductions were made.

“Shut up,” Lilac muttered between gritted teeth. From where she stood, he could see the slight quirk of his lips.

“Esta guapísimo, hija,” her mother added, also openly stating. He's so handsome, daughter.

“Mom.”

Mrs. Allende seemed to piece something together because she let out a small gasp. “He's the same one you've talked so much about, isn't he?”

Laurel all but cackled as she realized the truth of her mother's statement. “The same one you had your little crush on when you started here?”

“I didn't—”

“Ah, yes. The grumpy, handsome one you spent hours talking to me about on the phone.”

They held the entirety of this conversation in Spanish, perhaps assuming the subject of their remarks would not understand even if he heard.

“You were right, mi amor, he's extremely handsome and sexy.”

Lilac wanted to die on the spot. Even if they spoke in their native language, the word sexy was the same in both. Also, her boyfriend was fluid in many languages, Spanish included. Her only hope was that he hadn't heard.

She braved a glance in his direction, only to see him approaching. Face burning, she forced herself to maintain eye contact but she was mortified to find poorly veiled amusement there.

“Dr. Ramsey, I am stepping out for lunch,” she blurted before he could say anything.

The easy, charming smile he responded with was too taunting for her liking.

“Sounds good, Dr. Allende. Enjoy.” His eyes fell on her mother and sister, both gawking openly at him.

Yes, Lilac wished the linoleum floor would swallow her whole.

“Doctor, this is my mother, Margo Allende, and my sister, Laurel,” she murmured to Ethan. “Mom, Laurel, this is my attending, Dr. Ethan Ramsey.”

“Señora, es un placer,”* Ethan said with flawless intonation. He stepped forward to shake Mrs. Allende's hand.

Lilac's mother blinked, recovered, and shook his hand fervently, not without casting an impressed look at her daughter.

“El placer es mío, doctor,”** she returned.

Ethan, charming as ever, exchanged pleasantries with her family entirely in Spanish. By the time Lilac reminded them about lunch, they almost seemed disappointed to part ways.

They agreed to wait in the lobby while Lilac finished up in the office. When at last she was alone with Ethan, he laughed, no doubt at the violent flush of her cheeks.

“So,” he started casually.

“Don't.”

“You had a crush on me?”

Lilac rolled her eyes, aware of how unconvincing the small gesture must be. “You're dreaming.”

“You can tell me. We sleep together.” He whispered the last part against her ear, his chest now pressed against her back, arms encircling her.

“I knew you were eavesdropping.”

“You thought I was handsome and sexy,” he continued with a soft chuckle.

“I didn't—” she returned defensively. Her body burned, partly from blushing but also because of his strong hands on her hips. “Do I look like I use the word 'sexy'?”

“You used it the other morning to describe me bringing you breakfast in bed.”

“Well, I take it back.”

Ethan laughed and spun her around. He placed a loving kiss to her nose. “It's cute when you're flustered,” he informed her. “Have fun at lunch with them.”

Lilac paused, turning to face him. “You should join us.”

He responded by casting her an uncertain look.

“We can tell them. They already adore you.”

The adoring smile that broke across his face made her stomach flutter with butterflies. He kissed her forehead in his customary way.

“Just,” she started, scrunching her face. “No more embarrassing conversations about my early infatuation with you.”

“No promises, Rookie.”

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Translation

* ”It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

** “The pleasure is all mine, doctor.”

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A/N: Posting this for Preet’s birthday because it’s her favorite out of the pre-writes <3 Thank you for always putting up with me! You deserve the best day :)

Ethan speaks Spanish like that one hot af white guy on TikTok. Damn.

Also, I’m thinking of a part two? But we’ll see!

Thank you so much for reading!

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delusionalbiatch · 4 years

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Jack’s Birthday Story

This came to mind and it’s because I love him so much and good boi deserves the best. I love him. And he came home too. Although I’m late because I have school stuff to do sksksk

With a female MC!reader~ who has a crush on him. Because I DO AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH BABY BOY DESERVES THE BEST.

Y/N looked at the time, waiting for the clock to strike 12. She had been waiting for October 11th to arrive, since she knew it is Jack’s birthday. She didn't feel intimidated by him and befriended him anyway, although he's such a tsundere. She loves how he always denies helping although he's already doing it anyway. Aside from her crush on him she always felt that he helped her a lot of times, even when things were a disaster, due to Ace, Deuce, and Grim making a complete mess of themselves. She knew he’s got a kind heart, and she respects how he’s very determined.

Y/N had gone out to buy a thermos water bottle with little cactus pictures on it. It maintains the temperature of anything inside it pretty well, so that when he finishes his training his water is still cold enough to be refreshing, or if he wants to store hot water, cocoa, or tea inside it’ll be kept warm and nice. She contained it inside a paper gift bag. She fiddled her fingers to contain her excitement. It’s only 1 minute more!

Ding ding ding~!

The ringtone on her phone rang. She sprung from her room, quickly running towards his room at the Savanaclaw Dorm. She had made a promise with Leona to buy him bread during lunch for a week straight so that he’d let her in at night and she’ll be able to give Jack a surprise.

When she arrived to the dorm, she saw Ruggie still up, probably done with his chores. “Ah, Ruggie-senpai!” She greeted him with a smile. He smiled back at her, saying, “Jack is probably asleep. I heard from Leona that you wanted to give him a surprise? At night?” He asked with a concerned look. She grinned at him, her eyes glinting with confidence. “Yes, I planned to give it in secret so he’d be surprised by the morning!” She said. Ruggie laughed at her. “Oh really? Good luck then, Y/N-san.” He waved his hand and went back to his room, yawning.

She fast-tiptoed all the way to his room, gently and very carefully opening the door, peeking her eye through the crack to see if he was sleeping or not.

She saw a flurry of white on the bed, softly rising up and down. “So he’s asleep…” Her heart warmed at the thought of seeing him in a vulnerable state like this.

She slowly closed the door behind her and gently placed the bag beside his bed. She had inserted a letter inside it.

She slowly looked up to see him still sleeping. Her heart thumps loudly, seeing him in this state.

"What if I..."

Y/N leaned closer to him, her face only mere centimeters away from his. Then...

*chu*

She kissed him softly. On the cheek.

Immediately, her face went beet red, retreating after that soft touch of her skin against his.

"W-what did I just...Oh God...!" She thought, as she quickly ran and, still slowly, closed the door behind her, her face redder than Riddle's hair.

"Stupid, hahahaha how stupid! If he found out, it's confirmed you'll ruin your friendship with your best friend you idiot!!!!!" The devil on her right shoulder said, laughing as she dashed back to her dorm.

"It is alright, child. You conveyed your honest feelings to him and you will be rewarded." The angel on her left said, although not too promising in her ears.

"You both..." Y/N said in her head..

"SHUT UP!!!!"

......

Meanwhile...

The door to Jack's room opened, revealing Leona yawning and looking at the small present on the floor.

"You can stop pretending." He said. "Y/N left."

Jack's ears twitched, as he sat up, his face already red. "Y-yes. I...didn't expect her to actually come...this late at night." He murmured.

"She's very persistent, so..." Leona's word trailed as he saw the look on Jack's face.

"What the--what happened? Did you hit your face or something?" Leona asked, his eyes narrowing.

Jack immediately shook his head. "N-no, I'm okay, Leona-senpai! I was just feeling a bit hot!" He denied, shaking his hands.

Leona huffed and scratched his head. "Fine. I'm going back to sleep. Remember, you asked for me to tell you all this. So you be responsible with your actions. Happy Birthday. Tomorrow you're in for a treat, pup." He grinned and closed the door.

Jack was again, left alone in his room. He reached down and took the bag. He opened it to see a letter and a water bottle.

He took the water bottle, examining it. Cute cactuses with little faces smiling decorating the bottle. It was cutesy...unlike the whole perception of who he is.

Big. Intimidating. Delinquent.

But she didn't think of him that way. Y/N, although unable to use magic, always challenges him to be better. Her determination, hard-working self taught him that, she's strong. Maybe even stronger than him in will. She was kind to everyone, especially him. He felt special.

He even went far as to ask Leona's opinion about it a few days ago. The lion only laughed. "It looks like she cares about you. No one would ever give you care and love like that, except for her, don’t you think?" He asked.

Jack had thought about it for a while. Her smile always seemed to brighten his day. Her laugh, her voice. Everything about her. Made his day a lot more brighter.

"I...I want to see her smile. Make her smile." He said.

The lion only nodded. "Then...what will you do as a brave, responsible man?” He asked. “You are one, aren’t you?”

Jack’s golden orbs looked up to his dorm leader. “I-I am! I...have to talk to her.”

Leona smirked. “Heh. Didn’t know you had it in you. Thought you were just a little pup who only knows how to bark and bite.”

Jack ignored that comment, and he prepared himself. He thought about how Y/N, though seemingly fragile, is strong-hearted and always so supportive. How he would convey his feelings.

People usually pick on him because he's big. They pick meaningless fights with him. He never expected for anyone to accept him, though. He just wanted to constantly improve himself and one day prove he's the best. And she knew that, she understood that, she rooted for him.

He read the letter, written in cute little cursive handwriting.

"Happy Birthday, Jackie! May all your wishes come true. I know you'll get stronger and stronger every day! That's why, you're so cool and reliable! But, once in a while, don't forget to rely on me too! After all I'm the very dependable prefect! And I can teach you stuff you don't know, too! So don't be too hard on yourself, okay? Best of everything for you! ♥️"

P.S. I hope this will be useful to you! Good luck with Track and Field Club! └( ＾ω＾)」

-XOXO- Guess who this is (＾3＾) ♪

“Of course I know who this is. Idiot...” Jack blushed.

His heart bursted at the seams when he read the letter. Aside from the letters he got from his younger siblings, he never received something as cute as this.

Cute... He blushed, tail wagging as he read the letter and held the bottle dear. He had to struggle to sleep as he couldn’t contain the excitement to see Y/N again in the morning.

6 hours later...

Y/N snored softly on her bed, the late night mission she did had worn her out. Grim, instead, is snoring loudly, still asleep on the edge of her bed, curling into a cute ball.

Little did she know, that Jack had wanted to see her in the morning to give her his thanks.

He stopped by the front gate of Ramshackle Dorm, ears a bit drooping.

Is this too forward? Will this break the relationship they have?

He shook his head and went inside, asking the ghosts where Y/N is.

“Fufufu~ She’s still sleeping, big boy.” One said.

“Yes, yes, you want to spoOOk her?” The other said.

Jack shook his head. “N-no, I just... I wanted to thank her for giving me a gift...” He explained to the ghosts.

“Huh, boring~ Okay then be our guest! Fufufu~”

The wolf trudged up the stairs, being extra careful to not make a sound.

He opened the door to Y/N’s bedroom, blushing a bit, thinking as if he’s doing a crime. He gently walked in, looking at her sleeping form.

Oh, how the tables have turned, huh?

He gently nudged her, though, he didn’t want to...erm, secretly kiss her. He knew what she did last night was quite accidental so he didn’t want to overstep his boundaries.

“Um...Y/N, wake up, please.” He said.

The girl stirred, flinching a little and opening her eyes. To her surprise, her crush is standing there, all 192 cm of him.

“J--J-Jack!!” She shouted, her body toppling to the floor, an “Oomph!” flying out of her mouth as she landed with a thump.

“Y-Y/N are you okay?!”

He helped her get up, her full height not even reaching close to his face, so she had to look up.

“J-Jack...Why are you here?” She asked, trying to fix her hair and rub her eyes to look at LEAST presentable. “You know, I haven’t taken a bath yet and I look so disheveled!” She complained, patting the creases on her pajamas.

Pajamas. She looks so cute...She wears pajamas to bed! Jack screamed internally, holding back a smile as he blushes and covers his face with his right hand.

“That’s...That’s okay! I don’t mind.” He grunted out.

She looked up at him, stopping to see his yellowish-golden eyes staring into her. He’s so...handsome. She inwardly thought.

She looked back at the bed, seeing Grim still sleeping soundly despite the noise. It’s after all, still 6 a.m.

“Why don’t we take this to the living room? I don’t want to wake Grim up, he’s grouchy this early in the morning.” She smiled. Jack nodded and followed suit.

Once they’re back downstairs, she sat on the sofa, patting the spot beside her. “Come sit down.” She softly said, yawning a bit, holding a glass of water she had taken from the kitchen on the way.

As they sat beside each other, Jack balled his fists. “How do I start this...”

“Uh...Y/N.” He started. She looked up at him. “I--”

“OH! I forgot. Happy Birthday, Jack!” She said, cutting him off. “I hope you’ll achieve your dreams, become a great person...even though you’re already great as you are.” She giggled.

That’s when his heart skipped a beat. He looked into her eyes, beaming at him with adoration and kindness.

“Y/N...Sorry, but...let me...” He whispered. She nodded. “What?”

He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, hugging her.

“W-wha-Jack!” She squeaked, placing her small hands on his chest, but letting them slide to his back, returning the hug.

“Thank you. For being kind to me. For being nice to me. For being supportive. Thank you for the gift. I will cherish it. You’re the best..uh..you’re the best.” He stammered, Y/N not being able to see how red his face is.

“N-NO need to thank me that much, Jack! I mean...it is your birthday. And I act that way to you because, well...everyone should be treated well! And...I admire you. You’re a great person. You’re hardworking and serious but kind. Seeing you gave me motivation and it challenged me to become better too. I...”

They paused, looking at each other.

If I don’t say it now... Y/N thought.

If I don’t tell her now... Jack thought.

“I like you, Y/N / I like you, Jack!” They said in unison, blushing furiously.

“Eh?”

“Huh?”

They looked blankly at each other, not believing their ears.

“I...You like me?” Y/N asked.

“So you really like me?” Jack asked.

A pause went on, before Y/N burst out laughing.

“Ahahahahaha! Oh my that was so funny! I didn’t know that these things could happen in real life! We confessed to each other at the same time!” She laughed, her voice filling Jack’s ears.

She’s smiling. She’s laughing. His tail wagged with happiness.

“D--don’t laugh at me! I--I said what I said, okay?” He huffed, crossing his arms. He thought she didn’t realize how badly his tail is wagging right now...

“Hehehe, I’m sorry! Now, let me freshen up and we can do anything you want today! And meet our friends too! It’s your birthday!” Y/N stood up and brushed a stray hair away from her face.

Jack smiled, looking at her with awe. “Then...are we...dating?” He asked.

She blushed. “Well, if you want to, Jack. I won’t force you to do something you don’t want to.” She shyly said.

He shook his head and stood up. “No. I’m a man, and I don’t want this to have no meaning. I...want to be your lover.” He said, a bit stumbling on his words but gently holding her hand.

EEEE he’s so cute! Y/N thought, squealing inside.

“Then...I’m in your care, Jack.” She said.

“Me...Me too.”

“Oh...and...Y/N?”

“Yeah, Jack?”

*chu*

“This is payback.” He grinned.

And that’s when Y/N combusted from the overload of cuteness from him.

And thus, Y/N and Jack met their friends with blushes on their faces. No one knew yet...except for Leona. He knew what’s going on. He could really consider being a cupid now and then.

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And it’s done! Oh goodness it’s been so long since I last wrote something. I hope you guys enjoy this short story!

#Jack howl #disney twisted wonderland #jack #Twisted wonderland #fanfiction #jack howl x reader #birthday #October 11 #i'm late #he deserves to be happy #he deserves everything #i love him #so #much

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aureumjeon · 6 years

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Pitter-Patter (M) || KNJ

♡ Domestic!Au ♡ Husband!Namjoon x Reader ♡ !! WARNING !! Mention of miscarriage, depression, Fluff, Angst, Light smut. ♡ Words: 5.1K

a/n: *Disclaimer: I am not a doctor, nurse, midwife or anything. This was based on my own knowledge (I gave birth twice.) and of course, Google. I literally cried while writing the miscarriage scene. I have no intention of offending women who went through a mc. For those who experienced it recently or 10, 20, or even 30 years ago, I am so sorry for your loss. I will hold a special spot in my heart for you and your child. I am a mere stranger to you but I want you to know that there's a rainbow always after the rain. 🌈

“You’re not going to go through this alone, I’m with you all the way.”

You were huddled up in thick blankets on the living room couch watching Marvel's Thor: Ragnarok with your loving husband, Namjoon. Too immersed in the comedic yet action-packed plot, you did not feel your husband's hand slither its way down to the apex of your thigh. "Babe..." You whined, wiggling your thigh, trying to shake off his venturing hand. "I'm trying to watch here." You said, completely unamused. He chuckled and retorted "But we've watched this movie THREE times now." With a heavy emphasis on the three. Giggles were the only thing you replied, waving your hands in his face trying to dismiss his logical argument. He snickered at your response and rested his head on your lap, looking up at you and admiring the view. He genuinely felt happy that he gets to spend his entire life with you, for better or for worst. There was only one thing he thought was missing. "Y/N..." He hummed your name sweetly, his voice low and smooth, and it felt like feathers titillating your eardrums. "Yes, love?" You hummed back while brushing your fingers through his silver tinted hair, eyes still focused on the television. "Maybe..." He paused. Namjoon nervously swallowed a lump in his throat and carried on with what he was saying, “I think we could try again, Y/N. It's been 8 months." Your husband firmly stated, washing off any trace of hesitancy.

It took you a while to process what he was suggesting when it did sink in, the playfulness of your voice dissipated. Your face stone hard and a frown was embossed on your lips. With eyes cold as ice, you stared him down like he murdered someone. You stood up abruptly, causing his head to hit the seat cushion. "Ouch." He hissed. "Good thing its soft and we weren't lying on the floor." going over the back of his head with his fingers. You marched straight up to your shared bedroom and shut the door as loudly as you could. SLAM!

"Aish.." Namjoon sighed, pulling himself up and trailed over to where you headed. "Y/N." He knocked on the wood door twice but to no avail. "Love." He called you again, this time by your term of endearment for each other. You know you can't resist when he calls you that. The way the word escapes his lips, like a hot knife gliding through cold butter. Yes, it’s that smooth. When Namjoon heard the sound of the lock clicking, he slowly held the doorknob and nudged it open. “Y/N...” He whispered, inching closer to the side of the bed where you were seated. “Are you okay?” he inquired, rubbing circles on your back trying to soothe you. “I’m sorry...” you apologized, feeling guilty at your sudden outburst. It wasn’t his fault, and he definitely did not deserve that. You clasped his hand, lightly tugging at it, encouraging him to sit down beside you. He precisely did what you asked, wrapping his arms around you. You felt the warm, comforting heat radiate from his body.

“It’s not your fault, love...” He replied, voice gentle and soft. “Sorry for being insensitive.” He settled his hand on your face, thumb caressing the apple of your cheek. “Sorry if it seemed like I was rushing you.” Namjoon leaned closer to you and placed a kiss chaste kiss on your forehead. [Past] Rewind to the day you found out that you were carrying a little angel in your womb. "Love!" You shouted from the bathroom, your voice was quivering from excitement. Namjoon thought there was something wrong or that you were in trouble, he barged right through the door and exclaimed "Y/N! What's wrong?!” Tears were welling up in your eyes. You held up the at home pregnancy test kit in your hand, two solid red lines showed. After years and years of trying to conceive, the exhausting days filled with mapping out your ovulation period, ingesting an unhealthy amount of supplement that promised to enhance your fertility, and going back and forth with your not-so-affordable OB-GYNE finally paid off. "We're pregnant?" Your thunderstruck of a husband gleefully asked. "We're pregnant!" You jumped into his arms, feeling his familiar embrace. "We're... We're pregnant." He sighed in positive disbelief, tightening his hold on you. "I can't believe it!" He whimpered as his face dived deeper in the crook of your neck, "Finally." You softly hummed. The excitement of knowing that you will become a mother tickled you inside, setting off tiny, little butterflies. The following day you went to the clinic to professionally confirm that you were indeed pregnant. Your doctor delightfully congratulated both of you and enlightened you with everything you needed to know for the next 9-10 months. You took note of everything she advised, from 'what to eat and what not to eat' to 'sleeping facing the left was suggested, because it provided better blood circulation for the child." (A/n: Fun fact, this is true. My doctor advised me to sleep on the left side with both of my pregnancies. ) You were ecstatic, you undeniably were.

The moment you and your husband walked out of the building, your mind was focused on one thing, one thing alone. You looked at Namjoon with sparkly eyes and chimed "Baby clothes, bottles, binkies, shoes, bouncer, toys---" You were interrupted by your dimpled husband "Calm down, love. Isn't too early to buy those?" He chuckled, to which you replied with a pout. "And we don't know our baby's gender yet." His argument was convincing, but your stubbornness was stronger. You crossed your arms in a child-like manner, again pouting your lips into a c-shape while you stomp your feet. Indeed, like a 5-year old who was not allowed to use her tablet because screen time was over. "Come on, Y/N..." Namjoon stated, his hand was on your shoulders, trying to overpower you rebellious stance. "No." You huffed, cheeks puffed out. "Yah. You know you're absolutely gonna be the death of me, Y/N." He worded jokingly, raising his hands up in defeat "Fine." Your eyes grew 10 times wider at his surrender. "We can get a few things--," You yelled in excitement, cutting him off. "On one condition..." He continued, your grin turned upside down. "We will only get essential things." You face was like a clock, changing its direction every second. "Deal!" You joyfully replied, hooking arms with him. - "Look at this, love!" You exclaimed at amazement, pointing at the compact stroller that magically folds into a cube no more than 20 inches in height and width. Namjoon coiled his arm around your waist and kissed the top of your head. You reached the clothing section for 3 months and below. With wandering eyes, you gazed at all the lovely clothes stacked against one another, row after row, and aisle after aisle. They were just as adorable as you expected them to be. Varying from the palest shade of pink to the deepest shade of blue. Onesies, jumpers, sweaters, hats with fluffy cat ears on top, you name it. "Only what's necessary." Namjoon prompted you with a smile on his face, seeing you happy made him happy. "Yes, sir!" You replied. Your husband does have a point; it really was too early for this. You were just excited at the whole ordeal, and you were thankful that your husband was very kind, loving and understanding enough to let you do what you want. "These!" You plucked the 6-set whites onesies from the display hook. "And these, too!" A cute 3-piece pyjama set littered with doodles of cats, dogs and rabbits accordingly. You tossed them in the basket that was held by your husband. He walked behind you, following every twist and turn you took. Humming a song as he observed you with love-struck eyes. You, the love of his life, is now bearing his child. A family, he thought to himself, together the three of you will become a family. After getting what you needed, you hurriedly hauled your husband to the counter to pay for everything you bought. You got to the car and sat in the passenger seat, holding the bag of baby stuff. "You happy?" Namjoon smiled, his free hand resting on your thigh. "Very!" You lovingly replied, clutching on the bag. The first three months were hell, the doctor told you that this period is where your body will start to feel the surge of hormones. Some women feel nothing at all, while others experience nausea, vomiting, fatigue, cravings, smell sensitivity, and many, many more unpleasant thing. Unfortunately, you represent the latter.

You wouldn't survive it if it wasn't for you very supportive husband. He'd remind you when it was time to take your prenatal pills, cook you a full balanced meal, sing you lullabies when you had trouble sleeping, massage your back, legs and feet whenever you feel them ache, and run to the 24-hour convenience store when you want to eat weird combination of food like chocolate covered sausage. He was heaven sent, you looked at him with luminous eyes while he cradled your growing bump in his arms, kissing it more than a hundred times. What have you done in your past life to deserve a man like him? He was an amazing husband, and he will be an amazing father too. "We got a monthly check up tomorrow right?" You asked your husband at you scanned your phone's calendar. "Yes..." He hummed as he placed another kiss on your tummy. "I'm excited to see how much our little one has grown." You smiled. Namjoon crawled beside you, spooning you in. "Sleep, love. It's harmful to stay up late." He stated. You closed your eyes and felt your body drift into dreamland. Tomorrow comes, you were seated at the waiting area with your husband, waiting for your names to be called. "Mr. and Mrs. Kim?" The nurse at the reception desk stated, she smiled and added: "Mrs. Park is ready to see you now." You bowed and entered the room, greeting the familiar face of the doctor you've been seeing for almost 3 years. "How are you feeling, darling?" Your sweet doctor inquired as she gestured for your maternity booklet. "Have you eaten well and are you getting enough sleep?" You nod, while she scanned your previous record. "By the look of it, you're 16 weeks in today, congratulations again." She grinned from ear to ear. Happy to see that the Kims, one of her favorite couple has come a long way. She rose from her seat and guided you over to her examination table, helping you lie down. "Let's see how much the baby has grown." She clapped, reaching for her handy dandy tape measure and measured your bump. "Good, good. This is an appropriate size for a 16th week gestational age." You smiled and looked over your to your right, you husband giving you the thumbs up. "Next, we'll count the baby's heartbeat." She opened the drawer next to the examination table and pulled her Doppler foetal monitor. She uncapped the tube of Aquasonic 100 Ultrasound gel and spread it on the tip of the gadget. You jolt at the sudden coldness you felt. "Okay, stay still mommy. Let's find your angel's heartbeat.

Your doctor furrowed her brows after 6 minutes of searching for your little one's thumping heart. "That's odd." She obscurely said. The look of worry both flooded you and Namjoon's faces. "Is something wrong, Mrs. Park?" Your husband, who was presently standing to your right, impatiently asked while clasping your hand. "I'm having a hard time locating it." She answered, "It is possible your baby's in a very snug position, that might be the reason why my Doppler can get a hold of his/her heartbeat." You exhaled a profound sigh of relief, looking at each other with weary eyes. "It's going to be alright, love," Namjoon assured you, kissing your knuckles. "I'll ask my assistant to prepare the ultrasound room for us. We require a more powerful machine so we will use big Al, that's what we call him here." She smiled. "Please wait a moment Mr. and Mrs. Kim." She then left the room. "Everything's gonna be alright, I promise." Your husband assured you once more, as he felt your hands tremble in fear. "I hope so..." You sighed. You were finally in the ultrasound room, Big Al stood before you. "Okay. This will do the job." Mrs. Park affirmed, "Please." She gestured to the examination table, this time it was a bigger one. "With this, we will be able to locate it 10 times faster." You breathe in and out to release the tension in your body. The sonographer gave Mrs. Park the go signal, she slid the now mightier machine on your stomach again for a solid 3 minutes. You crossed your fingers and hoped for the best, anticipating only positive things. You train of thought was then cut short by the sonographer. "Mrs. Park, for a while." The young lady called to the elder woman. You and Namjoon's eyes were stuck on the both of them. She then muttered something into her ear, causing her happy demeanor to melt into a gloomy one. She cleared her throat and stood firm and professional. "Mrs. Kim." Her voice was laced with sadness, and you felt your own heart rate shoot up a hundred times. "I'm sorry." She outstretched her hand to hold yours, squeezing it tightly. Your mind went dull. "What?" You asked, utterly terrified at what she was about to say next. "The baby doesn’t have a heartbeat." You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces inside your chest, piercing you lungs making you unable to breathe properly. "What?!" Your husband yelled furiously, Mrs. Park was trying to calm him down. It felt like a gun was aimed at your head, and reality pulled the trigger. Big, heavy tears instantaneously fell from your eyes without a warning. You felt the ground swallow you whole. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? WHY?!

You suddenly burst into a desperate cry. You hopped off the table and fell to the ground with a loud thud; Namjoon rushed over and held you in his arms. The pain from the fall was no way near the pain you felt at the moment. Hearing the news with your own two ears felt like a death sentence. "Why?!" You screamed at the top of your lungs. "W-w-?!" sobbing endlessly. Words were not enough to express all the emotions stirring up inside you. If felt painful; it felt horrible; it felt terrifying; it felt excruciatingly unbearable; it felt like you no longer had a reason to live; it felt like all the sense in your mind, and your body was stripped off with just one sentence. "Why?! I did everything right!" You bawled, using your husband as a punching bag. "Why?! Why did it turn out like this?!" Your screams grew harsher that other nurses fled to the room to determine what all the commotion was about. You looked at Mrs. Park and wept "Why?" She bowed her and went down to your level. "I'm extremely sorry, Y/N." Her eyes filled with guilt as she failed you, in the sense that it was her responsibility to take care of the mother and child during the miraculous process of conceiving up to delivering. She did not see your future, and the future of your child turn out this way. "I'm sorry." She truly was. You and your husband were escorted to a private room, where you could take a rest. Your eyes were still bloodshot, red and swollen. You were shivering uncontrollably from head to toe. You were not in the right state for a conversation at the moment, so Namjoom was the one who discussed with Mrs. Park about the next step. Namjoon calmly explained to you that they scheduled you for a labor induction a week from now. Mrs. Park said it would be better to give you time to adjust, time to accept the reality as it is. There was nothing you or he could do to prevent it. Miscarriages happen, even to the healthiest of women. You headed home later that day, you haven't said a single word. It pained your husband to see you like this so he decided to take a whole month off of work, he was fortunate that his boss was kind enough to. He allotted his time to take care of you, making sure you knew you were loved, even at your darkest moments. The cursed day came, and you we're nothing but scared. Your husband looked at you with hopeful eyes "You're not going to go through this alone. I'm with you all the way." He assured you, giving you one last kissed before they wheeled you to the delivery room. "I love you." He voiced out enough for you to hear.

After two gruelling hours that felt like forever, you were able to deliver your child. He was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. You held him in your arms. He was tiny and fragile, no less than 5 inches long. You looked at his face; he's got Namjoon's eyes and your nose. You gently touch his little feet; you were in complete awe at his cute toenails. "Look, love." You hummed to your husband who carried the same face as yours. "Beautiful." He smiled through his faltering voice, "Our baby is beautiful." You looked at you husband and said "Byeol." You smiled faintly, "Let's name him Kim Byeol." He merely nodded "I think that's a lovely name." You tried holding back the tears, for these were moments that needed to be cherished. A mother and child moment that can never be replaced. You were celebrating the birth of your child, your beautiful child. He might not be here physically, but spiritually he is. He was in your heart, in your mind, and in your soul. And he always will be. He was a part of you that can never be taken away. You loved him the day he was created, you love him the day he was taken, and you’ll love him until your last breath. "Byeol." So that every time the sun goes down and the moon takes over its throne, you know he's there. Watching over you while you sleep and dream about him. There may come certain times when the skies are cloudy or filled with rain, he will hide. For just like you, he is terrified. Once the storm calms and there's no more need to be scared, he will show himself. He will show you and teach you that the darker the sky, the brighter your little star will shine. It was time to say goodbye. You were not ready, you were not ready to say goodbye yet. You knew he could not stay with you forever, but when they took him from you, you felt empty. Your life felt empty. It's like a huge shadow was cast over you, engulfing you in darkness. 'No, please.' You whispered to yourself as they took your baby away. You feel asleep almost immediately, your body was tired, of course. You needed to rest, your mind and your body needed to rest. You woke up to the next day. Your husband happily prepared breakfast for you, his eyes were still red and swollen from all the crying he did last night. You were silent; you were confused; you were lost. He was worried you didn't want to eat anything, but he still pushed it upon himself to get you to eat something even if it's a small piece of bread and a glass of water. Once your meal was finished, he handed you a white frame. Two little footprints in the middle of the page, the name "Byeol Kim" written in beautiful calligraphy just above it, and below it, the words "Forever in my heart" pulled a heart string. Each corner was decorated in white lace with intricate design, a pair of angel wings at each side. "A gift." He interjected. "From the hospital." You were still silent, but he knew deep down in your heart that the simple gift meant the world to you. After your induction, she advised you to stay at home, take all the rest you need, eat healthily and take care of yourself. She wished you a speedy recovery.

The car drive home was quiet. No words, no tears, no nothing. He watched as you aimlessly walk around the house, clutching onto your stomach, mumbling incoherent words. He did not mind he had to feed you, bathe you, clothe you, and brush your hair. He didn't mind any of those things because this was the way he could help your recovery. He loved you, and he wanted to do everything in his power to help you get back up on your feet, even if it's one day at a time. Namjoon woke up with the sound of your cries. He ran to where the sound came from and discovered you on the floor in tears, holding on the clothes that you bought not so long ago. "Byeol..." You sobbed, looking at the baby clothes. "My Byeol.." Striking your hands on the floor. "My baby's gone." You mourned endlessly. "What's the point of living if my baby didn't get to experience it?" The sound of your broken cries echoed inside the entire house. Namjoon picked you, bridal style and carried you to your room. "Hush now, love." He sang, rocking you in his arms. "Byeol's not gone." Namjoon squeezed your hand and placed it against your chest, just above your heart. "He's here." Then he transferred it to his "And here, too." He smiled, "As long as we're here, he will be here, too." His voice was like a lullaby that alleviated your pain. You thought you were alone, that there was nobody that could understand your pain. You carried that child. You carried that burden. You felt sad you forgot about the other most important person in your life, Namjoon. You harmoniously pranced with him through the better, now, you're defying all odds through the worse. Your previous flare-ups with your husband were nothing compared to this, this was a level beyond any other level. You were grateful, extremely. You fell in love with the man who's willing to move mountains for you, search high and low just to make you happy. He would gladly surrender his life in exchange for yours to be spared, eternally, you were grateful.

[Present]

You ran your fingers through his locks, looking intensely at his black orbs. "I love you." He leaned in closer and captured you with a kiss. His hands traveled to the hem of your shirt, lifting it in one fell swoop, you giggled in surprise. Namjoon pushed you further to the bed with hungry kisses, his instincts kicked in when he plopped you, back flat on the mattress. He looked at your shirtless figure below him, and he bit his lip and said: "You’re fucking beautiful." And continued with the interrupted kiss. It felt like a lifetime; it really did. You were so frightened of another heartbreak and going through the same experience again that you cut off all sexual involvement besides kissing and cuddling for 8 months. You were amazed at your husband's strong will but felt bad, too. Because you were blocking something that comes so natural between two people that love each other. He understood where you coming from, of course. There were just times that his naughty little hands found it's under your shirt or inside your panties, it was cute but still. You weren't ready then. You are now. "Oh my god." You hummed. You missed the way his breath felt your neck while he was kissing you there; you missed the way your hands clung onto his shoulders, your digits digging in to his skin; you miss the way your back would arch every time he would suck on your supple flesh, drawing out purple bruise; you simple miss him. "Is... Is this okay?" He broke the kiss, making sure you wanted this as much as he did. "Yes." You mused, shimmying your shorts and panties down. Your action caused his pupils to dilate, breath heavy. "I love you, Namjoon." "I love you too, Y/N." His mouth inched closer to your perked nubs, his warm breath fanning over your skin as he sucked more marks, sending your senses into overdrive. "Uggh-" You moaned, hands curling into a fist. "You enjoying yourself?" He chuckled lowly, taking in your nipple in his mouth which earned another loud moan from you. He sucked on it, tweaking it between his teeth. "Don't... Stop..." You whined. His hands came up and cupped both of your breasts, kneading it with his huge palm and long fingers. Your body once again contorted into an arch, as the bolt of electricity ran through your entire boy. You hustled him away, for a second there he thought you wanted to back out, but to his surprise, you grabbed his shirt and plucked it over his body. "I like seeing you naked." You huffed, scanning his entire figure. He then untied the lace of his sweatpants and pulled it down to his knees before kicking it off. "Me, too." He boasted his hard 7-inch member meeting you tip to eye. His head was glossy due to the beads of pre-cum coming out of its narrow slit. "Wow." You mouthed, eyes still affixed on his dick. "What can I say, it missed you, a lot." He joked while pumping himself. "Want me to stretch you out first? It's been so long." He suggested. You shyly nod and wait for him to descend to you soaked womanhood. "I guess someone misses it, too." He growled, his face mere centimetres away from your core. "You smell as amazing as the day I ate you out for the first time." He groaned through close nit teeth, wanting to eat you whole. "F-fuck!" You whipped when he licked a stripe over you juice stained core. "You're so wet for me, Y/N," He pridefully stated. "And only for me." He was ravenous, like a carnivore that hasn't had a meal in days chomping down on its prey. Boy, he ate you the right way. He managed to pull himself off of your inviting pussy because of the need to fuck you was taking over his body. "Is that okay? You're pretty lubed up now." He gave you a certain glance that could only refer to one thing. You spread your legs, coaxing him to dive right in. Right away, his body hovered over yours, he lined himself next to your dripping core. "Tell me if it hurts, Okay?" He said before gradually pushing the tip of his cock. He went in nice and steady, "God, I forgot you were so fucking tight." He pushed in further, you pussy was swallowing his member inch by inch. Your walls were clenching around his shaft. You yelped at the delicious stretch, his pulsating dick in filling you up so good. The sound of your wanton moans reverberated in his ears making him pulled away and then snap his back into you so fucking hard. "Namjoon-ah!" You screamed as he thrashed you onto the mattress. You grabbed a fistful of his locks; you tuck your butt in and raised your pelvis a bit higher, giving him a better angle to penetrate you. "Shit." His voice was cracked, breathing heavy. "I think I'm about to come... " He whined, quickening his pace. "Cum with me, Y/N." With his words, your velvet walls hugged his hard member perfectly, his thrust we sloppy, an indication of him approaching his climax. "Fuuuuck!" He groaned out loud when he spilled his seed inside of your warm hole. "Fuck indeed." You playfully hummed while he rode out both of your highs. He managed to squeeze in one last push before his member turned flaccid. His body dropped on your own. "You're heavy..." You grumbled, his sweat mixed with yours "Sweaty, too! Ewww!" You joked. Namjoon looked at you and said "Shower?" with a big grin on his face. "Yes please!"

Five weeks have passed, and you were 4 days late for your period. You had been experiencing sudden mood swings and cravings the past week, your breast felt more tender than the usual and morning sickness plague you every single day. You searched for your spare Pregnancy test kit in your medicine cabinet. You peed on the stick, thinking nothing of it, not expecting anything. "Positive" You uttered, speechless at the sight of two red lines. "It's positive." You lowered your voice, hoping your husband didn't hear you. You wanted to surprise him and what great timing you thought, his birthday was just right around the corner. You stuffed the test in your pocket and ran upstairs. Rummaging through your closet, you found the box of your engagement ring. You pulled out all of the foam contents, making sure the small test would fit inside. "Yes!" It was a perfect fit. You couldn't wait for six more, so you had to tell him now. "Love??" You yelled. "Come up here for a second. I need to show you something." "In a minute!" He was hanging the clothes you had finished washing together. "What is it?" He stepped into the room and was greeted by you with a mischievous grin on your face. "Okay..." He cautiously shut the door behind him and continued "What are you up to?" He asked with a doubtful tone in his voice. "You birthday's coming up, and I got you an early gift!" You cheerfully stated. "You know you didn't have to." He tucked the strand of hair behind your ear. "You're already the best gift I received." Placing a gentle kiss on your lips. Your grin grew wider as you said: "I found something better!" You handed him the small box, and he looked confused. "Your? Ring?" He chuckled at your antics. "Open it, c'mon!" The moment he opens the box and laid eyes on whatever was inside, no words were spoken, he hugged you so tight, oh so very tight and said "Okay. This is probably the best birthday gift anybody has ever given me." Fast forward to a year and a half later with you sitting on the living room floor. Same old house, same old car, same old couch, but... Something was different... You were thankful your prayers had been answered as you heard the pitter-patter of little footsteps on the hardwood floor. End.

a/n: somewhat edited. idk 11/22/18

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ijungkooki · 7 years

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RFA+V+Saeran Proposes to MC

A/N: This wasn’t requested but the ideas have been in my mind for a while so hey why not

Yoosung:

The lil bean was a nervous wreck omg

He’s going to ask you to be married to him for the rest of your lives that’s a lot of pressure

“Zen, I need help I’ve never proposed before”

“Of course you haven’t, idiot”

He’s trying so hard to come up with a really cute way to propose

But all the ideas he comes up with aren’t good enough

He asks literally everyone in the RFA and almost spills to you in the process oops

Jaehee knocks some sense into him saying that no matter how he does it, you would say yes

Yoosung gains a lot more confidence after that and immediately knows what to do

He decides to go for the traditional proposal at dinner instead of going all out

You go out to a really nice restaurant for dinner and you can tell something’s off with him

HE ENDS UP CHICKENING OUT AT THE RESTAURANT LOL

When you’re both chilling in his house, you ask him what’s wrong

Immediately starts stuttering like crazy

Eventually, he takes a deep breath and just goes for it

“MC… Ever since you came into my life, you’ve been nothing but kind and understanding towards me even if we were strangers. I found myself falling for you fast and I knew I wanted to protect you and make you happy. I still feel that way. These past couple years have been nothing short of wonderful and I hope you think so, too. And I hope that we could have a lot more years like them in the future. So…”

At this point you’re both tearing up but he gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring with a shaky hand

“Will you marry me, MC?

Zen:

You know how he is

Obviously he’s going to want to make the most romantic proposal in the entire world

He’s got this super extravagant plan in his mind and it’s going to be perfect

Until it isn’t lol

He took you out to a romantic picnic at your favorite park

We’re talking candles-everywhere-as-the-sun-sets-while-feeding-each-other-chocolate-covered-strawberries kind of romantic

He cooked the food himself

Since you love to hear him sing, he serenades your favorite song to you

Everything is going just fine until the nerves start kicking in

The plan was to propose after the song but you’re giving him this really sweet and loving look and he loses all composure

He starts blushing and his breathing is uneven and his palms are sweaty

knees weak arms are heavy

You realize he’s struggling to say something you encourage him while waiting patiently

He takes your hands in his to calm himself down a little

“I want you to know how much I love you. I absolutely love everything about you. Like the way your nose crinkles when you laugh or how you nag me to take a break if I work too hard and how you sing to yourself whenever you cook or how you snore a little bit when you sleep haha… I love how supportive you are. No matter how tough the situation is, you’ve always defended me and stayed by my side. But most importantly, I would love it if you would continue to stay by my side.”

You watch as he gets down on one knee, a shy smile on his face as he pulls out the ring

“How about it, MC? Will you marry me and stay by my side for the rest of our lives?”

Jaehee:

Cool and calculated on the outside, a Hot Mess™ on the inside

She does a really good job at keeping the proposal a secret from you but as they day looms closer, she becomes a nervous wreck

She starts messing up customer’s orders, drops a plate or two, ya know

You’re worried about her but when you ask about it, she quickly brushes it off

This isn’t normally like her so you know it’s something bad

At the end of the work day, you suggest that she relax a little bit before you two start closing

She agrees but goes to the back of the kitchen to get some food for you two

When she brings out a slice of cake for you to share, you ask her what’s wrong

She fidgets with her sleeve as her eyes fixate on the cake that you’re in the middle of eating, avoiding to look you in the eyes

“There’s nothing wrong, I promise. It’s just… I really love you, MC. More than you know. You’ve helped realize that I need to follow my own dreams and take more risks instead of taking it safe.” She looks around the shop. “I mean, you helped me open up my own coffee shop! But one thing you helped me most on is love. Because of you, I took a chance and fell in love. With you. You not only helped me achieve my dream of owning my own cafe but also my dream of finding someone who could love me.”

You watch as she looks back down at the cake you’ve forgotten about

As you look down, you can see a shining diamond hidden in the pastry

“Can you help me achieve one more dream and marry me?”

Jumin:

pretend the good ending of his route doesn’t exist lol

This man wanted the best and only the best for you

But he knew you preferred the simpler things in life

so he decided to cancel the raining rose petals and doves lol

Instead, he decided to take you out to your favorite restaurant for dinner

But obviously he made sure you had the entire restaurant to yourselves

He’s a little nervous but not so much because come on

He wouldn’t propose unless he knew for a fact that you would say yes

So dinner goes by without a problem and you two are just enjoying the quiet company of each other

But when the waiters bring out dessert, he gets a little fidgety

When you ask him if he’s okay, he takes a deep breath and starts the speech he prepared ahead of time

“I want you to know how grateful I am that you are in my life. You are so patient and understanding with me. I was so… isolated before I met you. But you’ve taught me to accept my own emotions and learn to love. I love you, MC, with all my heart.”

Jumin moves to stand up and kneel down next to you, pulling out a velvet box and revealing the ring inside

“All I want to do is to make you happy. You deserve the best life possible and I’ll do anything to ensure that. But will you give me the best life by becoming my wife?”

Seven:

this is gonna be chandler and monica style from friends get ready

It’s been a while since the whole Mint Eye thing and Seven had been thinking of proposing to you

But he’s Seven so he’s really scared that you won’t say yes since he believes he still isn’t good enough for you

You knew that he wanted to marry you and why he was so hesitant so you decided to break tradition

When Seven came home from running errands, he found you in the living room surrounded by candles and looking really nervous

He sat down next to you on the couch and noticed you were tearing up

Seven goes into PANIC MODE

He starts to ask questions and see if you’re hurt or if he did something or what but you shut him up

“I want you to know how much I love you. I know you’re afraid of this whole “love and relationship” thing but I want you to know that I love you more than anything else. To prove to you that I will never leave you…”

You start pulling out the ring you bought for him but at this point you’re full on sobbing and shaking you can’t speak

This boi is tearing up but he gets the idea and helps you out a bit

hE PULLS OUT THE RING HE LITERALLY JUST BOUGHT NOT EVEN HALF AN HOUR AGO

“I knew I wanted to marry you since you stuck by my side even after going to the Mint Eye. You’ve made me become a better man in more ways than I can count. I’m sorry it took me so long and made you wait, but I love you, too.”

He looks you in the eyes as you both take a deep breath before saying at the same time:

“Will you marry me?”

V wanted to be creative with his proposal but nothing too extravagant

So he decided to make it a little sentimental instead by using his photography skills in the process

You were out with some friends so he asked Jumin for some help with the set up to which he gladly agreed

When you got home, you found a photo taped to the front of the door of you and all the other RFA members

Below it was a note saying “The first party and first time we met.”

You smiled as you took the photo down and saw more taped along the hallway

Each had notes underneath life “Our first date.” or “Taken after we said our first ‘I love you’s’” or “First time I ever saw you.” or “The day you moved in.”

The photos led to the backyard and when you went outside, you saw V standing in the middle with a big smile on his face and you walk over to him

Before you can ask him what all the fuss was about, he kneels and begins speaking

“You are truly a blessing in life. In my life. You are so patient and kind and understanding and generous without asking for anything in return. I wanted to show you how much I love you and somehow give back for all the kindness you’ve given me. All the photos you have are from moments I hold close to my heart. I hope that we have more photos to take in the future.”

You watch him pull out the ring as you hear a snap and see Seven off to the side with a camera

“MC, will you marry me and make more memories with me?”

Saeran:

You had been together for years and it was a slow and steady relationship

Sure you wanted to marry him but you didn’t mind waiting and giving him time considering everything that he’s been through

He wants you to be by his side since you’re the only one that really understands him

You’re both cuddling on the couch and watching a movie like any other day

It was your turn to pick the movie so you choose this romance movie Jaehee recommended

it’s not a zen movie *gasp*

At some point, the two main characters get married and you don’t think much of it

Saeran, however, has got that scene stuck in his mind

Once the movie ends, he asks you if you liked it

When you say yes, he just nods quietly and bites his lip

You know that’s a nervous tick of his but you don’t want to press him if he doesn’t want to share

You’re about to get up to get food when you hear him mutter something

It was so quiet so you ask him to repeat it

“Let’s get married.”

He’s looking at you straight in the eye and you know that he’s completely serious about this

You can’t help the grin on your face as you give him a kiss

“Okay. Let’s get married.”

#mysme #mystic messenger #mysme hc #mysme headcanon #yoosung #zen #jaehee #jumin #707 #saeran #v #headcanons #writing #not requested

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mysmesomefluff · 7 years

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For the breakup au prompts, would you want to write, "you’re pretending we’re still together because my relatives will disprove of the break up so you’re being all sweet it’s reminding me of why i fell in love with you in the first place" for MC and Saeran? Bring the Saeran angst! >:D

A/N: For this one, Saeyoung and MC will be featured and it’ll be a Saeran x Reader, although it’ll be from Saeran’s perspective. :) Hope you don’t mind!

I took way too long for this aaaahh I checked the word count and it’s like ~2.5k words??? Stop me.

“So, how many children are you planning to have?”

“Saeyoung, I will murder you in your sleep.”

The older man cracked a huge grin, not taking his brother’s threat seriously. “Oh come on Saeran, you two are already engaged. What are you being so shy for?”

Saeran groaned in response, choosing to stuff his mouth with more rice instead of giving in to his brother’s annoying provocations. He could always count on Saeyoung to embarrass him at the worst possible times.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted her trying to contain her laughter as she chewed on her food, her cheeks round and cute because she tended to put too much food in her mouth at one go. Always said it was because MC’s cooking was the best.

“We haven’t thought that far yet,” she replied simply, which seemed enough to satisfy Saeyoung’s curiosity for now. The conversation continued between them, with MC now joining in. It had been a long while since they last saw her, hence the insistence of inviting her over to dinner today so they could all do some catching up.

Saeran tuned out of the conversation though, choosing to train his attention on the food laid out in front of him. He glanced a couple times at the clock hanging on the wall, finding that time was passing all too slowly for his liking. He just wanted this to be over as soon as possible, for the sake of his sanity more than anything else.

Bitterness filled him as his eyes came to rest on the engagement ring adorning her finger, and the one that was on his. It made his heart ache again, and he tore his eyes away from it, hating that he wanted to lay his hand over hers, squeeze it and feel its warmth like he used to do.

But he couldn’t touch her now. Not anymore, now that things had already ended between them, which was something Saeyoung and MC had yet to learn of.

Which was why he felt incredibly uncomfortable sitting next to her here at the dinner table, having a meal with his family as if nothing had gone completely awry. It was hard to act like they were still in love with each other, to act as if nothing had changed. If she felt the same way however, she didn’t show it. Right from the start, from when he invited her for this dinner to picking her up from her place and then bringing her to the apartment, she never showed signs of discomfort or awkwardness. She was just… her. Simple, innocent, happy.

As if nothing had changed.

Except things were now different. There was a noticeable gap between them as they ate next to each other. She wasn’t flashing him little smiles from the side every now and then like she used to. She wasn’t telling him off for leaving out the peas and vegetables on his plate like she used to. She wasn’t chuckling softly to herself and fetching a napkin to wipe the random stains he tended to get on his face while eating like she used to.

This was all just an act, after all. An act that would keep up until they found a good way to break the news to Saeyoung and MC, because they would never be able to accept the truth now. Not when MC was heavily pregnant and excessively thrilled to watch him marry and start a family with a girl whom she adored. Saeyoung too, would never let him hear the end of it. Not to mention, he might even do something stupid to persuade her to stay with him.

Saeran already had enough to deal with, and Saeyoung and MC’s good intentions wouldn’t help.

Thankfully, she had understood. The moment he brought up Saeyoung and MC, she knew. She didn’t need an explanation from him; she quickly deduced it herself, and didn’t so much as hesitate to help him out by showing up for this dinner, agreeing to put on an act for him until he figured something out.

She was kind, as she always had been. It was why he had fallen for her in the first place.

Saeran shook his head, pushing the thought to the back of his mind. No, he shouldn’t be thinking this. It was wrong, given that they no longer had anything to do with each other. Besides, he had been the one to initiate the breakup back then, when they had that huge fight.

“Saeran, did you know about this?”

He was startled back to reality when he heard his name, and then he found that three pairs of eyes were on him, waiting expectantly for an answer.

“What?”

“He knows,” she replied quietly, giving him a lingering look that expressed that she would handle this for him. “I’ll need to stay in America for three years since i’ve been posted there, and Saeran has been… very encouraging and understanding about this.”

He swallowed thickly, his mind drawing a blank as he stared at her, dumbfounded.

So… she’s really leaving.

He shouldn’t be so surprised; he knew that this would happen someday. She had admitted that her current job was one that required her to work overseas for an extended period of time, and that she wouldn’t be able to stay here in Korea. With him.

She had hoped for encouragement, for his support and blessings.

Well… she had gotten the complete opposite. He recalled that day, when he had pleaded for her to stay, for her to change her mind, get another job, and ended up shouting at her and demanding for her to leave the apartment. Initiated the break up out of anger and hurt.

A pang of guilt hit him, and he felt the back of his throat constrict as he gazed at her now. This topic was a sour one for them, and he could tell she was feeling quite uneasy with where the conversation had come to. She was biting the inside of her cheek, her brows furrowed ever so slightly as she forced a smile on her face. He could tell instantly that it was fake. Her real smiles looked nothing like that. Her smiles were like the sun; they gave him life, and she was always so beautiful when she did that. The graceful curve of her lips, the tinkling laughter that flowed out of her mouth like a gentle melody.

He just hadn’t been able to understand. She wanted to leave him, just like everyone else at some point. She hadn’t loved him enough to want to stay.

But then, looking back now, maybe he had made a mistake. Maybe he had been the one to leave her, instead of the other way around. Maybe he had been a hypocrite, and acted like the victim all along.

Soon enough, dinner was over, and Saeyoung and MC decided to go do the dishes together in the kitchen, allowing them some time to speak alone. It was quiet for a while, neither of them knowing exactly what to do.

Saeran decided to speak first. He rose from the table, and her attention turned to him from the sound of the chair as it scraped across the floor. “Come with me,” he said, before heading towards the hallway and opening the door to his room.

She followed behind him soundlessly, feet padding across the hallway like a mouse and entered his room upon invitation to do so.

Then he closed the door, fingers still curved around the door knob in the shape of a fist.

“Is it true?” he heard himself ask. His voice sounded far calmer than he thought it would, given that he was anything but at the moment.

“Is what true?”

“That you’re leaving. For three years.”

From the corner of his eyes, he saw her fidget, conflict swimming in her eyes as she kept her gaze lowered, towards the floor.

“Yes.”

“When will you be leaving?”

“Next Monday.”

“That’s… soon.”

“Yeah, it is… They want me to take some time to get used to the new environment, I guess.”

“I see.” He didn’t know what else he could say. What did he even deserve to say? He wanted to say it again. To ask her not to leave. To ask her to stay.

But that wasn’t his place to say anymore.

“I hope… you’ll be happy there,” he managed out, feeling something inside him break as he forced the words out. That was a lie. He didn’t want her to be happy there. He wanted her to be happy here, with him. He wanted to be happy with her. Together.

“Thanks, Saeran,” she said, with another fake smile of hers plastered on her face as she met his eyes. “That means a lot to me.”

Was it just his imagination, or were her eyes looking more glossy than before?

Almost as if… they were moist with tears.

She looked away before he could get a closer look, however. “I think… I should go. I have some things to do at home.”

He didn’t move. He knew he should, but his body refused to budge from the door.

Emotions took over then, and before his mind could register anything, he was crossing over the room, going straight towards her. She looked frightened, wary, shuffling backwards as he came closer. Like a prey scared of its predator.

But when he wrapped his arms fiercely around her, she didn’t struggle. He heard her gasp as he held her. Oh, it had been too long. He missed this, missed holding her tightly, feeling her body pressed up against his, smelling the scent of shampoo in her soft hair.

“I’m sorry,” he said, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. “That day… those words… I was an idiot.”

“Saeran–”

“I was mad. I thought you didn’t love me enough to stay. I hated that you were about to walk out on me, like everyone else did, because I always thought that you’d be the only person to stay no matter what.”

“Saeran, I–”

“But I was wrong.” He paused as hot tears blurred his vision, and he had to fight against the shakiness of his voice. He needed to say this, loud and clear, for the both of them. “I was wrong.”

“Saeran…” Her hands came up to rest on his back, stroking up and down in the soothing manner she always did. He felt her lean her head against his shoulder, inhaling his scent through his clothes like she used to whenever they hugged like this.

“I always thought that loving someone meant staying by their side no matter what,” he continued, unable to stop himself from sniffling once, much to his chagrin. “But I think I’m starting to realise that loving someone means being able to let them go, even if it fucking hurts to say it.”

He was crying now, tears sliding down his cheeks onto her clothes. Damn it. “Saeran, I’m sorry too,” she spoke then. “I know I hurt you deeply when I said I wanted to leave. I know you were angry, but above all, hurt and upset because of me. I… always wanted to apologise, but I didn’t think you’d want to see me any longer, so…”

That wasn’t true. He missed her. Every moment, every minute without seeing her, without touching her, without knowing what she was doing, made him die a little inside. He loved her, he missed her, and he had been too scared and too prideful to admit that before.

“I’m sorry. I never should have said those things before. I could never hate you, I… I love you.” He had never said something as brazen as this before. ‘I love you’s never meant much to him, because those could simply be empty words, empty promises. But now, only now, did he know why people loved to say that phrase so much. He would repeat it a thousand times over if it meant she would understand again, and come back. “I love you so much that I could go crazy without you with me for a second. So much that I can’t bear to let you go, but enough that I will anyway.”

His shoulder was starting to feel moist, and it dawned on him that she was trembling because she was crying too. “I love you too, Saeran. I always have, and I won’t stop loving you. When you said you wanted to break up, I-”

“I didn’t mean it. Any of it.“

“But I thought you did. And I thought I didn’t deserve to be with you anymore, for breaking your heart like that.”

He could almost laugh at that. She didn’t deserve him? She deserved the world, the stars, the universe, and yet she would want someone like him. Someone as selfish, cowardly and pathetic as him.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally, nothing else left to say to her.

“I’m sorry too. We’re both sorry,” she added. “Does that mean…”

“…we’re back together,” he finished for her. “You and me. Together.”

“I’d love that very much.” He could hear the smile in her voice. There it was, finally. That smile. He pulled away so he could see it again, because he had missed that beautiful, brilliant smile so much. But she lowered her face, mumbling something about her crying and looking like a mess.

He didn’t care. Cupping her face with both hands, he pulled her face upwards, so he could see her. Tears streaked her face, a grimace forming on her face as she complained about him looking at her when she was like this. His lip quivered as he looked at her.

Heavens, he loved her so much, he would give her the world, the stars, the universe, anything she wanted. His heart felt like it could burst, and his eyes welled up with emotion once more.

Even her freedom. He would give it to her, again and again, just like she had when he fell for her and found happiness with her.

Without so much as another word, he leaned in, capturing her lips in his. They were soft, and tasted of salty tears. And she kissed him back, bringing her hands to the nape of his neck to pull him closer to her.

He had missed this too. The feel of her lips on his, the nudging of their noses against each other’s every now and then, the way she would lean into him, cling to him like he was her lifeline, just as she was his.

The slow, gentle kiss soon turned more passionate, his feverish lips pressing harder against hers. His tongue weaved against hers, sliding and tasting and sweeping along the roof of her mouth. She was hot, her short, ragged breaths mingling with his, fanning out on his own flaming cheeks. Her quiet moans were music to his ears, and he loved the way her fingers found purchase in his hair, tugging and pulling.

In the next moment, they were falling onto the bed, lips never separating. They clutched at the other’s clothes, hard enough to potentially tear, and it wasn’t until they began to get all clumsy with getting their clothes off that they broke off, laughing.

It was refreshing, hearing peals of laughter in this room again.

“Saeran, I have something to tell you,” she said, when he finally managed to get his pants off without tripping over himself.

Getting back on top of her, he raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m going to America for three years, but once that’s over, I’m coming back. For good.”

He stopped short, blinking twice as he attempted to register this new piece of information. “What?” he repeated quite stupidly, causing her to giggle as she pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

“I managed to strike a deal with them. So if I perform well enough over there, I can come back in three years. I won’t take longer than that. The only question is…” she murmured, looking into his eyes, “WIll you be able to wait for me?”

He met her questioning, longing gaze, and his lips began to curve up, wide enough to show the whites of his teeth. And then his eyes were getting moist again, so he brought his hand up to shield his eyes as he continued to grin like an idiot. Only she could make him act like a complete and utter fool.

“You don’t even need to ask. I’ll wait. I’ll wait for as long as I have to, because it can only be you. No one else.”

He heard her choke back a sob, and he dropped his arm, watching her muffle her sobs as she started to cry again. He smiled again, tenderly, as he cupped her face and leaned in to kiss her tears away, one by one. He had made her cry enough for a lifetime, and he would make it up to her, for the rest of his.

“Three years will go by soon enough,” he said, resting his forehead against hers. Her eyes were shining, diamond-like tears clinging to her eyelashes.

She was beautiful.

“Yeah, it will,” she nodded.

And then their lips connected once more, their hearts beating as one as they spent the rest of that night together, making up for time that had been lost.

A/N: I apologize for my shitty ability to write NSFW, because if I could actually write it then the ending would have been much better, probably.

Okay, moving on to the fluff prompts now! :) I’m so freaking slow on getting to requests, sorry. T_T

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5hineesback · 7 years

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feel korea fanacc 2017 (exid biased)

this is going to be a very detailed fanacc of the full day, including the bad events which took place before the concert

first off let me say that kpop fans are honestly such lovely people. i came across a few bad eggs during the day but overall everyone was amazing. i arrived earlier than my friend and i made friends so quickly with the people who were in front of me in the queue, and i ended up spending the whole concert with them

secondly let me say that the organisation of this concert was an absolute joke, specifically the queueing. it was terrible, the worst organisation i’ve seen in a long time. they originally had one queue for everything, then created a ‘concert’ queue and made people move, then when the daytime event queue had died down we got moved back to where we originally were - except there was no guidance. everyone just ran for it. people at the front ended up at the back and people who’d just arrived got to the front. there was also a severe problem of people pushing in at the front - there was no barrier to block it and when we complained the security didn’t even try to do anything about it.

i got to the venue at around 12:15, joined the only queue there was, was then moved to the ‘concert’ queue at around 12:45, was very near the front and managed to stay in basically the same place when we got moved back to our original line. then waited for about 6 hours, filled with events such as, as ive mentioned, people pushing in at the front and pretending they were there the whole time, the barrier being widened to such a degree at the front that there was no order at all

then came the worse part. we were lining up around the back of the building, and they wanted to move us to the front doors. so they stood back, and told us to go. everyone ran, again. i got pushed into walls and an open door, girls were falling over or hurting themselves on the barriers as everyone tried to get through. we had been asking them throughout the day how they were planning to get us in - we suggested sending us in groups of 10 or 20, or just making sure we all got to the doors one at a time. instead there was hundreds of people running to the doors, filling up the street because there was no barrier there to meet us. again, i managed to keep my place, pretty much, but a lot of people lost theirs, including girls at the front who had been there since 6am to queue. then despite the street being full of fans, they then told us to get in single file. which was fucking stupid because it wasnt possible. not unless they moved everyone forward enough, past the doors, to make enough room to move everyone against the wall, or move people backwards from the back of the queue, which literally went around the whole block. we eventually got in by them just giving up and letting us in one at a time with as little pushing as possible

but anyway, thats enough of that, although i will be complaining officially online lmao

okay the actual concert. by some miracle, i just got to the barrier, i got the last space. but myself and a couple of girls to my left were in the worst place to be at the barrier - in front of us was a camera man officially recording for the tv screen above, so during the concert idols would often be blocked by the camera which will be shown in my exid fancams lmao. but hey, i was at the barrier, i can’t complain. the distance from the barrier to the stage was about 10 feet i think, it was pretty large tbh so im rly glad i got to be there. we also got given water by very nice security thank u security

they were showing mvs for about an hour while we waited. if you were there, the first scream @ jeonghwa’s appearance in any mv was always me jsyk dklfjhdskj

when the concert started, there was a taekwondo performance which was a m a z i n g, they were breaking wood with their feet and at one point i was scared the broken wood would hit me lmao

after that, hani came on mc’ing, along with two other guys who i don’t know. the moment she appeared i Died. she was wearing such a pretty white dress, shes so angelic and cute and beautiful. she came out to mc after every performance, except it was just the guys when exid was about to perform. she spoke about going to see the disadvantaged kids yesterday and one of the guys was like “hanis not just beautiful, she has a beautiful heart” and hani said “the most beautiful is everyone here!” jdksa shes honestly a Dream

knk was first to perform, then snuper, then exid, then highlight. i’m not gonna pretend i was really there to see anyone but exid, because i wasn’t. but i did hearts to all the idols and i really enjoyed all their performances. knk sang knock first which is the only song i like by them so to hear it was so great. they’re such good dancers and they’re all very pretty

after knk, hani and the guys introduced a “special performance because london has gone through some hardships recently”. it was hyerin singing “you raise me up” and it was so beautiful i would have cried if i weren’t so focused on filming haha

then it was snuper’s turn to perform. i only know platonic love, so i enjoyed that, but i was pretty clueless about the rest of the songs. i still liked it tho. during one of their songs they brought a fan on stage to sing to her and also threw roses to the crowd. according to my friend who was a bit further back one of the members aimed one at her but a girl in front of her caught it lol. one of the members was so funny idk his name but fans threw a signed uk flag at the stage and he put it on like a cape and he came over to our section loads. hes my bias now but who is he

after that (i think??), knk came back on to perform a cover of an ed sheeran song which i don’t know the name of. everyone sang with them and it was rly Nice

then my girls!!! arrived and i screamed So Loud it was too much. they’re all so beautiful, but u kno i love my girl jeonghwa and omg... pictures and videos dont do her justice at all shes honestly Ethereal i went into shock and i almost teared up. i saw a girl so beautiful i started crying???

they started with hot pink and i could kinda feel how empty it was without solji but it was still amazing to see the four of them. then they moved onto night rather than day, then ah yeah, then finally up and down. i was trying So Hard to get interaction, i made eye contact with jeonghwa a few times and every time i was givin her hearts... she just kinda glanced over me tho.... its ok i still love u

the girl next to me got So much interaction, from l.e especially. she had a homemade exid fan sign and l.e seemed to love it haha. i probably should have made something too

exid’s performance seemed to go so quickly, i filmed most of their songs and some of their talk. i haven’t even watched the videos yet i’m gonna die

after exid, there was a performance with snuper and a group of girl dancers who i think won a competition during the day? they did dance covers of a few bts songs

then highlight came on and performed two of their new songs, before two of their old ones. i rly enjoyed the old ones, the new ones... they were okay but i liked being reminded of their old image as beast. i think this was when one of them motioned for us to clap, i was one of the first to start so he looked at me was he was walking our way and nodded at me which was cool lol. i think it was highlight anyway.... and i think it was that time... honestly the boy groups... kinda mushed together for me i could even begin to tell you which member it was. i made eye contact with a few guys of the various groups so i cant rly remember specifically

during highlights performance this annoying girl came up behind me and was literally pushing against me, trying to move my hair, touching my arms and back before eventually asking if i could move over. i did, but i later found out that the girl had literally somehow managed to get to the barrier from the back. she was rude as hell. also there was fireworks during the performance which scared the crap out of me i was like that compilation vid of chanyeol

after highlight, there was an encore where all the groups came out and threw balls and balloons. knk was in front of our section and exid were next to them more towards the middle. i feel bad for saying it but i ... rly wanted exid in front of me lmao. i did hearts towards them and here is where i might have got interaction from hani but im not sure???? she looked in my direction as i was looking at her and making a heart with my hands and she grinned and did a thumbs up but im not sure it was at me it might have been someone near me. i like to think it was at me tho. people around me got a lot of interaction with different idols but i didnt?? thats going back to diy stuff tho, ppl around me had created signs and written messages on paper and stuff so i guess thats where that came from. i rly would have done something too for exid but i didnt think id be that close, never mind at the barrier so i didn’t see much point

there was also confetti flying from a machine right in front of me and i accidentally dropped my exid fan sign i was given in the queue over the barrier so i caught confetti in my bag to take home instead lol. the annoying girl was still there and still annoying, she threw something at knk she’d made and one of the members got it and she started screaming and crying and yelling i love u which i wouldnt mind but... after the way she was so rude to me (and as i found out later, other ppl) nah why does she deserve that lmao. she also ended up getting a ball since security came over with two that had dropped and she said the yellow was hers... it wasnt she even asked me who signed it lmao

overall it was a really good concert and i cant wait to watch the videos back. it had ups and downs but despite having to miss london pride for it i dont regret going. i got to meet some great people and ofc i got to see my Special Girls in the flesh... they said they’d come back soon i hope so. ive drunk so much water tonight and im about to go and drink more also i can’t walk

#im prob forgetting some stuff it was a long day #i'll be posting my exid vids tomorrow probably #my fanaccs #ellie rambles

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choisgirls · 8 years

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How would the rfa and Saeran react to MC being an irl princess of some foreign country? Like... honest to goodness royalty? Thanks!

A/N: I hope this was everything you wanted! I don’t really know much about royalty so I just kinda rolled with it.. If it’s not good I’m sorry! Anyway, if there are parts that don’t make sense i’M SO SORRY I HAVE A FEVER but i’m using this time to write requests because my bby followers deserve it. Sorry for being gone for so long! Thank you all for the support you give us, 404 and I are working hard on requests right now

*YOOSUNG

this poor boy had no idea, he doesn’t pay muchattention to pop culture like that

one day you invite him over to play games atyour house because you have a super huge tv and you knew he’d love that!

when he’s at the gates of your mansionhouse, he calls you because there’s no way this can be your house???

“MC, are you pranking me??? It was bad enoughlast time when you put toothpaste in my oreos!”

“Just come in, you dork”

when he hears the gate buzz, he finally realizes that you’re rich as hell

it all makes sense now??? You always take himout to super expensive restaurants and for Christmas you got him an amazinggaming computer???

he’s about to faint oh my god yOU’RE SO RICH

when he’s roaming around the hallways of yourmansion looking for your room (he refused the butler’s help, he could do ithimself), hE SEES A PICTURE OF YOU AND YOUR PARENTS AND YOU’RE ALL WEARINGCROWNS???

nah, no, there’s no way you’re royalty, you guysprobably did a photo shoot, there’s no way this is possible

wait isthat an entire row of pictures where your dad is meeting important people

is thatBarack Obama? Is that the pRIME MINSTER OF SOUTH KOREA???

he faints

when he wakes up, he finds himself in a huge bedand you’re sitting next to him playing a game

“You’re finally awake! I’ve told you that youneed to take care of yourself, did you even eat today?”

“MC ARE A YOU A QUEEN?”

“No, but I will be in the future”

Aaand he faints again

Once he finally gets used to the idea of youbeing a princess, it makes so much more sense to him!

You’ve always sounded really polite and elegantwhen you speak, and you handle the RFA fundraisers so easily, no matter whatcrisis comes???

He loves seeing you all dressed up, you’re socute and beautiful!!!

You’re his Princess Zelda

*ZEN

He thought your name sounded familiar when youintroduced yourself in the chat, but he didn’t really think about it

But when he finally gets to meet you, he’s in somuch denial???

It can’t be, a princess fell in love with him

If you thought his ego was big before, it’sthe size of the Titanic now

It’s even bigger when you tell him youwatched his movies before you talked to him on the app

It never really hits him until you go shoppingwith him one day and you buy him a Louis Vuitton suitcase aS IF IT’S NOTHING???

wAIT YOU’RE BUYING LIKE 5 BAGS TOO???

Like yeah he makes decent money from acting, butholy hell you’re rich

He honestly loves this so much though

You two are an amazingly dressed power couple!

You’ll take over the political world and he’lltake over the pop culture world

You end up giving him “prince” lessons

You teach him how to deal with the pressure ofthe public and how to speak politely but firmly

You make him walk with books on his head andrecord him even though that’s something you never had to do

You get him to quit smoking by telling him atrue prince would never do such a thing

He almost cries

HE LOVES DOING PHOTO SHOOTS WITH YOU, HE WILLUSE AN EXCUSE TO BE IN A MAGAZINE WITH YOU

“it’s your half birthday”

“it’s national best friend’s day”

“it’s tHE ANNIVERSARY OF THE DAY WE FIRST DID IT

zen pls no

He wears his future crown at home when no oneis around

He’s really happy that you’re a public figure sohe can flaunt you when you guys go out

*JAEHEE

She knew the second you introduced yourself inthe chatroom!

She’s honestly dazzled, a real life princess???What is this???

But she kept herself in check, she realized youprobably have a lot of people who hound you on a regular basis, she didn’twanna be one of them

But she honestly loves talking to about yourcountry’s political system

With your leadership skills and Jaehee’sorganizational skills, you both work together to implement programs forunderprivileged children

You two are a power couple omg, literallyunstoppable, you two even consider starting clean water projects in othercountries???

Unstoppable

Jaehee considers opening a coffeeshop chainin your country

She loves seeing you dress up!!! You’re soadorable and beautiful in all the elegant clothing

She totally doesn’t take pictures of you whenyou aren’t looking, there’s no way she has an album of 300 pictures of you

She’s really afraid of how the world will reactwhen they find out you two are actually together???

Dumbass tabloids think you two are “gal pals”

But you don’t care, even if you have to stepdown, you don’t care

“Listen Jaehee, I love you. You’re my bestfriend and I would not trade that for the world. If my country wants me to stepdown because I have a girlfriend, I will. I’ll find a life with you because Icannot imagine a life without you.”

tEARS SO MANY TEARS

Jaehee highkey lowkey uses you to meet famouspeople (but she loves you, es okay)

You don’t really mind though, it makes her happy

So you take her to as many events as you can,you want to make her smile as much as you can

You love this precious little bean and you are going to give her the world

*JUMIN

Of course he knew who you were, he wasn’t anuneducated idiot

And while it was nice to know that you weren’twith him for the money

He was kinda disappointed???

You’re a princess, you have the entire world atyour feet

He wanted to spoil you, but you??? Have???Everything you want or need???

But with the help of Zen but with hisbrilliant mind, he was able to come up with stuff he knew you never got!

hE WILL MAKE SO MANY THINGS FOR U

He started making food for you

And yes it tastes terrible at first but it gotbetter after awhile!

At the beginning he was the type to just putthe entire egg with the shell in cake mix

hE’S SO CUTE IN AN APRON OMG

He takes knitting classes???

He knits you everything he possibly can, asweater, scarf, gloves, beanies

He totally doesn’t knit a baby blanket andbaby hat for your future kids

He supports your decision not become queenbecause you decided you wanted to do other than things than run a country

Like be his totally hot secretary

You eventually move into his place and he lowkeyfeels ashamed bc it’s so much smaller than what you’re used to

But you assure him that you prefer his placebecause smaller places feel so much more homey than mansions

You’re actually much busier than Jumin when itcomes to work so he’s always home before you and he spoils you so much

When you come home, you can always expect ashoulder/back massage

There’s always a warm meal that he makes because he’s not letting someone else dosomething for you that he can

When you have really bad days at work, he runs anice, hot bubble bath couple with candles and rose petals

He’s pretty much ur house spouse, who knew Jumincould take on such a domestic role???

But he’s still senpai in the sheets

*SAEYOUNG

Ofc he found out when he did a background searchon you

And he’s so fascinated by you???

You help run a country??? You do so many goodthings

He’ll never understand though

How didsomeone as great as you fall for someone as terrible as him

Everything you do is so great and he’s stuck ina field of work that could get him killed

But with your power, you’re able to get him outof his job

And he’s so, so thankful to you

He doesn’t really let himself be vulnerable infront of you but when you told him you could help him, he cried for hours

What did he do to get someone as amazing you???

He doesn’t know it but you totally gotsomeone to assassinate his dad

You actually help him get a job as an engineer

He hates using you for your connections but heknows he deserves the job, he’s not going to deny his talent and ability

He’s so thankful for you

And he becomes your right-hand man??? Anytimeyou need to make a difficult decision about your country, he’s there for you!!!

He gets a pet monkey so he can comparehimself to Aladdin

“Listen children,,, you don’t know how hard lifewas for me,,, I was a beggar,,, always stealing food to survive,,,”

“Saeyoung, stop lying to the children andactually teach them, I wanted you to get the kids interested in computers”

“I was nothing but a boy with a monkey and amagic carpet,,,”

You two come up with a plan to get kids moreinterested in computers and he’s in charge

He loves teaching all the children! They’re allsilly and goofy like him

He has no idea where he would be without you andhe’s so glad he met you

*SAERAN

This boy has no idea, like none at all

Rika chose you to retrieve the phone, and he wasjust supposed to follow you

And he knows like nothing about pop culture “It’suseless information that’ll take up space in my brain” so he didn’t knowwho you were

He finds out one day when he sees an articleabout you helping open up a school in a third world country???

Like he thought you were amazing before

You were the one who helped him through histherapy, through all the nightmares that plagued his nights, through all thebad thoughts that overwhelmed him

In his head, you’d always been his queen

But it turns out you’re actually a princess?!?!

And youhelp so much around the world

He could deal with you being a princess if itweren’t for the fact that you were a huge philanthropist

You educated women in India about reproductivehealth??? You helped teach disabled children in China??? yOU DONATED 25 MILLIONDOLLARS TO A HOSPITAL IN SEOUL???

He actually killed someone and you helped peoplelive longer and better

He actually avoids you for a few weeks after hefinds out

He’s just having a hard time coming to termswith it? You’re a goddess and he’s thedevil, why are you with him?

But you weren’t having any of it, you literallykicked his door down, you gave him his space and now you were going to talk

He ends up crying in your lap

But you manage to talk it out with him and youmake it very clear that you aren’t goinganywhere

“I love you, okay? You don’t have to understandwhy I do, but you need to know that I do. I don’t care if you think I deservebetter because I choose you, Saeran. Iwill always choose you.”

He eventually decides he wants to help peoplewith you

Yes, he made a huge mistake in the past, onethat he is so sorry for, and he will spend the rest of his life trying to makeup for that

He’s no V, he’ll never be an angel, but he’ssure as hell gonna make the world a less crappy place

He comes up with so many great ideas!

Music programs for underprivileged children!Reading classes for uneducated adults! Programs that help teenagers get workexperience!

He creates so many outreach programs and he’s sohappy that you gave him the chance to do that

Started from the bottom now we’re here

This boy is as clueless as Saeran

Between photography and Rika and being adumbass, he doesn’t pay much attention to the world

· He ends up finding out through Jumin??

“Oh by the way MC’s father is going to bevisiting my father, we’re going to talk about having MC model for one of ourproducts”

“wHAT”

He’s honestly so happy though

You’re such a fantastic person who else couldput up with him pining after Rika for so long and you deserve everything

You deserve all the praise and attention you get

He totally doesn’t fantasize about becoming aprince

And he so doesn’t go around singing Disneysongs

“anD AT LAST I SEE THE LIGHT”

“what was that honey?”

“Thinking about the top 10 things a blind personwill never say”

This boy is such a saint, you two implement aprogram to help disabled children

And not only does he help implement the program,but he actually participates in it???

Crying cause V deserves the world

He becomes your family’s official photographer!

This happens because he was lowkey salty whenyou hired someone else for an event

“Oh you need my help getting something from thehigh shelf??? Why don’t you ask that photographer?”

V pls shut up

But you do drag him to one of your photoshootsand after that he’s as addicted as Zen

You two make such a beautiful couple, how couldhe not be addicted???

He has pictures of you everywhere in hishouse

And he knows how much you love him, he canalways feel it, but he absolutely adoresthe expression on your face when you’re looking at him and seeing it from anoutside perspective makes him want to cry

He loves you so much, you’re his goddess

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