#and jia against the home crowd

[thedensworld]

Thicker Than Blood | K. Mg

Pairing: Mingyu x reader

Genre: Non-biological parents au!, angst

Summary: It was an impulsive decision to take the kid home, but who knows it will bloom the flower in your family

Warning: mention of child abuse, PTSD, abusive act.

You held your breath when you saw the bruises on her small body, a wave of unease settling heavily in your chest. Mingyu’s grip on your hand tightened, his jaw clenching as he glared at the sight before him. "How dare him!" The thought burned hot in his mind. The doctor’s sharp gaze shifted between the two of you, eyes filled with suspicion.

“We need an explanation before we proceed with the examination, Mr. Kim,” the doctor said firmly, his tone unwavering. His eyes lingered on the bruises that marred the child’s delicate skin. It was a sight that would send any parent into a frenzy of worry, but the doctor's eyes held doubt.

The nurse moved swiftly, taking little Jia’s hand and guiding her toward the play corner. The child followed obediently, her curious gaze flicking back to the two of you. Her innocence made the sight of those bruises even more painful.

Mingyu exhaled slowly, adjusting his posture in the chair. His fingers tapped against his knee in slow, deliberate motions. “It’s a complicated story,” he admitted, his voice low but steady.

Mingyu had received news that his mother’s youngest brother had passed away. The man had always been a thorn in the family’s side — loud, reckless, and perpetually jobless. He drank from morning till night, draining not only his wallet but also the patience of everyone around him. Even after their grandmother’s passing, he remained a source of endless frustration, often bothering Mingyu's mother with his demands. So, when the news of his death arrived, Mingyu had felt an unexpected sense of relief.

But that relief didn’t last.

When you and Mingyu arrived at the funeral house, the air was thick with incense and murmured prayers. Relatives filled the room, most of them offering shallow condolences for a man none of them seemed to truly grieve. Mingyu hadn’t expected anything more — until whispers reached his ears.

“Did you see her? She’s so young. Poor thing.”

“Didn’t even know he had a kid.”

“Where’s the mother? How could she just leave her like this?”

His gaze followed theirs until it landed on a little girl standing off to the side. Her clothes were slightly wrinkled, her hair tied up in a loose, messy ponytail. She was clutching a stuffed rabbit that looked like it had seen better days. Her wide, observant eyes darted around the room like she was looking for something — or someone.

“Is the mother here?” Mingyu had asked, turning to one of the older relatives.

The older woman clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Ran off ages ago. No one's seen her since.”

She was raised by your uncle alone — or so they said. But knowing the kind of man your uncle was, Mingyu found it hard to believe. A man who spent his days drowning in alcohol, stumbling through life with no sense of responsibility, hardly seemed like someone capable of raising a child. Even the way he died — struck by a car while drunkenly crossing the road — spoke volumes about the reckless life he led.

So, when Mingyu first heard about the girl, doubt immediately took root in his mind. Did he really raise her? Or was she just another person he neglected? The questions lingered in his head, heavy and unsettling.

But then he saw her with his own eyes.

Her clothes were tattered and clung to her like old rags. Dirt smudged her cheeks and arms, leaving faint streaks across her skin. Her hair was long — far too long — wild and unkempt, hanging in tangled strands down her back. She didn't look up when people spoke to her. She didn't reach out for comfort. She just stood there, silent and still, like a forgotten doll abandoned in the corner of a crowded room.

Mingyu’s heart twisted at the sight. How long had she been living like this?

"She smells like cigarettes," you whispered to Mingyu as Jia was seated near you. The faint but distinct scent lingered in the air, sharp and unsettling. Mingyu's eyes flickered toward the girl, his brows knitting together. He noticed it too.

Was my uncle really raising her alone?

The thought echoed in his mind, each repetition hitting harder than the last. Did he smoke around her too? His jaw tightened, anger simmering just beneath the surface. The image of a little girl surrounded by secondhand smoke while her father drank himself numb was enough to make his stomach churn.

Meanwhile, the room buzzed with low murmurs as the family discussed who would take care of Jia now. The adults sat in a loose circle, voices laced with uncertainty and half-hearted sympathy. The phrases were all too familiar — "It’s not the right time for us." "We’ve got too much on our plate already." "Maybe she could stay with someone else." Even Mingyu’s own mother was subtly searching for reasons to excuse herself from the responsibility.

No one said it outright, but it was clear. No one wanted her.

Mingyu leaned back against the wall, his eyes never leaving Jia. She sat next to you, her small hands playing with the hem of her oversized shirt. You had crouched beside her, your voice soft as you tried to draw her into conversation. She didn’t speak, but she responded with small gestures — a nod, a glance, a hesitant tug on your sleeve. It wasn’t much, but it was something. She’s not ignoring you, Mingyu thought. She’s just scared.

On the drive home, the air in the car was quiet, except for the soft hum of the engine. You stared out the window, your eyes distant, lost in thought. Then, after a moment, you spoke.

“When my parents passed away, I had to take care of myself,” you said, your voice calm but heavy with meaning.

Mingyu glanced at you, his eyes shifting from the road to your face. He didn’t say anything, but you could tell he was listening. He always listened when it mattered.

"I have older siblings," you continued, "but they had their own families to think about. So, at the end of the day, it was just me." Your gaze remained on the window, watching the world blur past.

"I had to keep going. Finish school. Work part-time jobs. Take care of the house." Your voice grew quieter, almost like you were speaking to yourself now.

Mingyu’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. He knew you were strong, but hearing it laid out like this made him realize just how much you’d carried on your own.

You turned to him then, offering a small, tired smile. "But I was 18," you said, your eyes soft but firm. Then you glanced forward, gaze hardening. "Jia is only 5." Your voice dropped to a whisper, but the weight of those words filled the car like a thunderclap.

Silence followed. It wasn’t awkward or tense — it was the kind of silence that made room for realization.

Mingyu’s eyes flicked toward the rearview mirror. For a moment, his gaze was distant, locked on something only he could see. Then, without warning, he turned the wheel sharply, pulling into a U-turn on the empty street.

“Wait, what are you—?” you started, gripping the seat as the car shifted direction.

But Mingyu didn’t answer. His focus was sharp, his jaw set with quiet determination. His silence said more than words ever could.

He drove back to the funeral house, his hands steady on the wheel, his heart moving faster than his mind could catch up. When he arrived, he barely turned off the engine before stepping out. You watched him jog toward the house, his long strides urgent but purposeful.

Moments later, he returned — and in his arms was Jia.

She clung to him like she’d always belonged there, her small hands gripping his jacket as she pressed her cheek against his shoulder. Her wild hair brushed against his neck, and for once, she looked less like a forgotten child and more like someone being held.

Mingyu opened the car door and sat her in the back seat, buckling her in with careful, deliberate movements. When he finally slid back into the driver’s seat, he glanced at you. His eyes were calm but certain, like he’d already made up his mind long before you’d even spoken.

“Let’s take care of her,” he said, his voice steady, as if it were the most natural decision in the world.

The examination results were difficult to hear, though not entirely unexpected. Jia was malnourished, significantly shorter and underweight for a child her age. Her verbal communication was delayed, and the doctor suggested it might be the result of prolonged trauma. His words hung in the air like a heavy weight neither you nor Mingyu could shake off.

“You should consider seeing a child behaviorist,” the doctor recommended, glancing between the two of you. “It would help to better understand her psychological condition and ensure she gets the support she needs.”

Mingyu nodded, his expression unreadable but his grip on your hand was firm. You felt his resolve in that silent squeeze.

On the drive home, Jia sat quietly in the back seat. Her head leaned against the window, her eyes following the blur of passing buildings, cars, and trees. She didn’t speak, didn’t hum, didn’t ask questions the way most five-year-olds did. The only sound was the gentle hum of the engine.

You stopped by a supermarket on the way home to pick up essentials — clothes, children’s toiletries, snacks, and other necessities. It felt surreal, walking down the aisles and filling the cart with items meant for a child you’d only just met. You exchanged glances with Mingyu every now and then, wordlessly checking if you were doing this right. His eyes held the same unspoken question.

The two of you had only gotten married earlier this year. Conversations about children had always been distant, hypothetical musings — “If we have kids someday, maybe they’ll have your eyes.” Or, “When we have kids, we’ll have to childproof everything.” Idle thoughts that didn’t demand any real action. But now, it wasn’t a thought or a dream. It was reality.

You were raising a child. A five-year-old. A child who wasn’t biologically yours.

The weight of it settled on your shoulders as you loaded the shopping bags into the trunk. Mingyu’s gaze lingered on you, his eyes soft with quiet reassurance. He didn't say anything, but he didn’t need to. His presence was enough.

At home, the air felt still but not uncomfortable. While you unpacked the shopping bags, Mingyu moved to the kitchen to prepare a small meal for Jia, just in case she hadn’t eaten that day. You glanced toward the living room where she sat on the couch, her tiny feet barely touching the edge, her hands resting on her lap. She was looking down at her fingers, fidgeting with them like she was trying to keep herself busy.

You were about to call her for dinner when her voice — small, soft, and fragile like a thread on the verge of snapping — broke the quiet.

“My dad is dead?”

The words hit you like a sudden gust of cold wind, sharp and unyielding. Your breath caught in your chest, and for a moment, you didn’t move. Mingyu froze too, turning his head from the stove to watch you. His gaze was alert but gentle, like he was ready to step in if you needed him to.

Slowly, you walked over to Jia, crouching down in front of her until you were at her eye level. Her eyes met yours, wide and searching for something you weren’t sure you could give her. The weight of her question settled in the space between you.

“Yes,” you said softly, your voice as steady as you could make it. “Your dad is gone.” Her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes blinking rapidly as if she was trying to hold back tears.

“But…” you continued, tilting your head toward Mingyu, “that man right there?” You pointed at him, and her gaze followed your finger. “He’s your dad now.”

Mingyu glanced at you, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. But then his expression softened, his lips curving into a small, reassuring smile. He turned off the stove and walked over, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel before kneeling beside you.

“And me,” you said, tapping your chest with a gentle smile. “I’m your mom.”

Jia’s eyes flickered between the two of you, her fingers still fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. Her lips parted just slightly as if to speak, but she hesitated. Then, after a long pause, she muttered, “Mom…” The word was so soft it was almost inaudible, but you heard it.

It was enough to make your chest ache.

You nodded, your eyes warm with quiet encouragement. You opened your arms slowly, offering her a hug, hoping she’d lean into it. “Come here, sweetheart,” you said softly.

But she didn’t move. She stayed still, her eyes watching you carefully, as if trying to figure out if it was safe. Her fingers kept twisting and untwisting the fabric of her shirt.

Your heart ached, but you nodded in understanding, lowering your arms slowly. “It’s okay,” you said with a gentle smile. “You don’t have to if you’re not ready.”

Mingyu reached out and lightly patted her head, his touch gentle but firm, like he was reminding her she wasn’t alone. She glanced up at him, her gaze lingering just a little longer this time.

"Jia's going to be okay here," you said firmly, your voice filled with certainty. You didn’t say it just for her — you said it for yourself too. "With mom and dad, you’ll be safe. We promise."

Jia blinked slowly, her gaze still cautious but a little less distant. She didn’t say anything, but this time, when Mingyu ruffled her hair again, she didn’t flinch.

It was a start. And sometimes, a start was all you needed.

The first week was an emotional whirlwind. Both of you had to rearrange your entire lives. Remote work became the only option when you quickly realized that daycare wasn’t a suitable choice for Jia — not with everything she’d been through. It wasn’t just about leaving her in someone else’s care. It was about trust. And Jia had already learned, far too young, that adults couldn’t always be trusted.

The visit to the child behaviorist was the hardest part. Sitting in that small, sterile office, you listened as the specialist laid out the results with a calm but empathetic tone.

“For a five-year-old, Jia is showing clear signs of depression,” the behaviorist explained, their gaze shifting gently between you and Mingyu. “Her speech delay, difficulty making decisions, and avoidance of communication — these are all symptoms of the environment she grew up in.”

You sat in stunned silence, gripping Mingyu’s hand tightly. His thumb rubbed slow, steady circles against your palm, but you could feel the tension in his grip. His jaw was clenched, his eyes fixed on the floor, his breathing slow and deliberate — the only sign that he was trying to control the anger brewing inside him.

“Children her age should be exploring, talking, asking questions,” the behaviorist continued. “But it sounds like she spent most of her time in survival mode.”

That phrase stuck with you. Survival mode. For five years, Jia had lived like that. And now, at only five years old, she was already exhausted.

At home, the puzzle pieces started coming together. She flinched every time someone reached toward her too quickly. Her whole body would tense, her eyes darting toward the source of the movement like she was bracing for impact. It didn’t matter if it was you, Mingyu, or even a harmless gesture like placing a blanket over her shoulders. She always reacted the same way.

It broke you.

She hated cigarette boxes. The sight of them made her shrink into herself, her small frame folding inward like she was trying to disappear. She’d stare at them with wide, fearful eyes, refusing to move until they were out of sight. It didn’t take long to figure out why.

The soju bottles had a similar effect. Once, while you and Mingyu were clearing out the kitchen cabinets, a soju bottle slipped from the top shelf and clattered loudly on the counter. Jia had been in the living room playing with a puzzle, but at the sound of glass clinking, she froze. Her little hands stopped mid-movement, her face going pale as her eyes locked on the bottle.

Her breathing grew shallow. Her eyes darted to the front door like she was ready to bolt.

“Jia, it’s okay,” you said softly, stepping toward her slowly, hands raised so she could see them. "It’s just a bottle. No one’s going to hurt you."

But she didn’t move. She didn’t even blink.

Mingyu moved faster than you. He was already at her side, kneeling down, keeping his movements slow and deliberate. “Look at me, Jia,” he said gently, his deep voice unusually soft. His eyes stayed locked on hers, never once looking at the bottle. “That’s just a bottle, nothing else. You’re safe. It’s okay.”

Her gaze flickered to him, her tiny chest rising and falling rapidly. Slowly, she shifted her focus from the bottle to his face. He smiled at her, a warm, reassuring smile that didn’t rush her to respond.

“See? No one’s mad. No one’s angry,” he continued, his voice like a steady heartbeat. "You're safe, okay? Safe."

It took time, but eventually, her breathing steadied. She looked at the bottle once more, then slowly looked away, her hands curling into fists on her lap.

Later that night, while you were tucking her into bed, Mingyu stood by the door with his arms crossed, eyes darker than you’d ever seen them.

“She’s terrified of cigarettes, terrified of soju, and she flinches every time she’s touched,” he muttered, his voice low but sharp as broken glass. His eyes stayed on Jia, his gaze softening only for her. But his next words were filled with quiet, seething rage. “That man won’t rest in peace for what he did to her.”

You glanced at him, your heart heavy with shared anger and grief. “She’ll need therapy,” you said softly, smoothing a hand over Jia’s blanket. She had already fallen asleep, her small face finally at ease after a long, difficult day. “We’ll do everything we can.”

Mingyu's eyes flicked toward you, his gaze steady but fierce. “Everything,” he echoed firmly, like a vow.

And from the way he looked at Jia, you knew he meant it.

*

Mingyu's mother visited after the first month, her arrival stirring a mix of nerves and anticipation. But as she sat in the living room, her eyes naturally found Jia, who was on the floor, carefully stacking her colorful blocks with the kind of quiet concentration only children could master.

There was a noticeable difference in her. Jia was no longer the withdrawn, fearful girl she had been when she first came into your home. She felt safer now — it showed in the way she moved freely around you and Mingyu, no longer flinching at sudden movements. Her small giggles echoed through the house like sunlight spilling through cracks, and every laugh she let out sent butterflies fluttering in your chest.

She was still shy, especially around adults, but she had started to show an interest in making friends her age. You saw it with your own eyes during her first day at daycare a week ago. She had stood quietly for a while, watching the other kids play, her fingers fidgeting at her sides. Then, with hesitant but determined steps, she approached a little girl nearby. You watched as she extended her small hand for a handshake. Her lips moved softly, and though you couldn’t hear her, you knew she was introducing herself. The sight had made your heart swell with pride, and you couldn't wait to tell Mingyu.

“She introduced herself,” you had shared with him later that night. “She actually walked up to another kid and said her name. Can you believe that?”

Mingyu had smiled so wide his eyes disappeared. “She’s brave,” he said, his voice filled with pride. "Our brave little girl."

But now, the air in the house felt different. Mingyu’s mother sipped her tea slowly, her gaze shifting between you, Mingyu, and the little girl quietly playing in the corner. She set her cup down, her eyes sharp but cautious.

“Are the two of you sure about legally adopting her?” she asked, her voice calm but pointed.

Mingyu, who had been stirring his tea with absent-minded patience, finally put his spoon down. He placed a cup of tea in front of his mother before sitting beside you on the couch, his posture straight but not stiff.

"Yes, mother," he said firmly. "We have to take action since no one else will." His tone was steady, each word deliberate.

"That’s a big decision," she said, her fingers lacing together on her lap. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she tilted her head. "Have you really thought it through?"

Mingyu nodded. "We have. We talked about it, thought it over for weeks. We’ve even discussed finances, education, and everything else we might face in the future.” His hand slid beneath the table, finding yours. His fingers interlocked with yours, and each time he was about to speak, his grip would tighten. It was subtle but clear — he was asking you to let him handle it. This was his mother, after all, and he knew her best.

“But she’s not blood-related,” his mother said, her gaze flickering toward Jia for a brief moment before settling back on Mingyu. Her eyes grew colder, her voice quieter but no less cutting. “Her mother was a prostitute.”

Silence filled the room like heavy fog.

Mingyu let out a slow, controlled sigh, his jaw flexing for a brief second before he leaned forward, his eyes locked on his mother.

“Mom, that doesn’t matter,” he said, his voice sharp but calm. “She’s five. Five. Her mother’s choices have nothing to do with her.” His eyes narrowed, his voice firm but respectful. “And let’s not forget that your brother — your brother — didn’t take care of her either. He left her hungry, bruised, and scared for years. You think I should do the same?”

His mother blinked, visibly taken aback. Her fingers fidgeted on the table, tapping lightly against the wood. She glanced at Jia, who was still playing quietly, blissfully unaware of the conversation. Her lips pressed into a thin line.

“We could send her to a foster home,” she muttered, her eyes fixed on the tea in front of her.

Mingyu let out a short, bitter laugh, tilting his head back as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. He stayed quiet for a moment, letting the weight of her words settle in the room. Slowly, he picked up his tea and took a slow sip, his eyes watching his mother from over the rim of the cup.

He didn’t have to say anything for her to know what he was thinking. The silence said it all.

After a long pause, he set the cup down and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. His eyes were sharper now, his voice low but firm. “Mom, listen to me carefully,” he said, and for the first time, she looked directly at him. "Jia isn’t some responsibility we’re trying to avoid. She’s family. Family isn’t just blood — it’s the people who love you, protect you, and make sure you’re safe.” He glanced at you briefly before looking back at his mother. “That little girl has lived through things a child her age should never have to experience. So, no, we’re not sending her to a foster home. We’re her home now.”

You glanced at Mingyu, pride swelling in your chest. His hand still gripped yours tightly, anchoring the both of you.

“I know you’re worried for us,” you added, your voice softer than his but no less firm. "I know you’re thinking about how hard this will be, and you’re right. It’s going to be hard. But we’ve already spent a month with her, and you’ve seen it yourself. She’s growing, changing, and finally learning to feel safe.” Your gaze softened as you looked at his mother. “If things get difficult, we’ll ask for help. From you, from family, from friends. But we’re not giving up on her. Not now. Not ever.”

Mingyu's mother didn’t speak immediately. Her eyes flickered to Jia once more, watching as she carefully balanced a red block on top of a blue one, her tongue peeking out as she focused. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as if the tower of blocks was the most important thing in the world.

"She’s a sweet girl,” his mother finally said, her voice softer now. Her eyes lingered on Jia for a moment longer before turning back to you and Mingyu. "But sweet doesn’t mean easy.”

Mingyu nodded, his gaze unwavering. "We know."

For a moment, no one said anything. His mother picked up her cup, taking another slow sip of tea. Her eyes remained thoughtful as she gazed down at the cup, her fingers no longer tapping nervously.

“You’ll call me if you need help?” she asked, her tone lighter this time, less sharp.

“Of course,” Mingyu said, his lips curving into a small smile. "But only if you're ready to see her as family too."

She glanced at him, her eyes narrowing slightly, but there was no real fight in her gaze this time. Instead, she sighed, setting the teacup back on the table with a quiet clink.

“Fine,” she muttered, folding her arms. “But if she calls me grandma one day, I’ll hold you responsible.”

Mingyu raised an eyebrow, tilting his head with a knowing grin. “Deal.”

You watched as his mother shook her head, hiding a small, reluctant smile behind her hand. Her gaze wandered to Jia one more time, her eyes just a little softer than before.

The day the adoption papers were approved felt surreal, like a weight you didn’t realize you’d been carrying had finally lifted. It was official now — Jia was no longer just the little girl you were caring for. She was Kim Jia, legally and irrevocably your daughter. You and Mingyu were her parents in every sense of the word.

The moment you received the confirmation call, Mingyu pulled you into a tight hug, his grin so wide it crinkled the corners of his eyes. "She's ours," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder and pride. "Officially, legally, and forever ours."

That night, you celebrated quietly with a small cake at home. Jia sat between you and Mingyu at the kitchen table, her wide eyes focused on the flickering candle. You guided her small hands to clasp them together, showing her how to make a wish.

"Close your eyes and think of something you really want," you said softly, watching her from the side. She squeezed her eyes shut, her brows furrowed in concentration. After a few seconds, she looked up at you with a small nod, ready to blow out the candle. Her breath was small but determined, the tiny flame vanishing with a single huff.

“What did you wish for, sweetie?” Mingyu asked, resting his chin on his hand, his eyes warm and curious.

Jia glanced at him, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “Secret,” she muttered with a small, mischievous smile.

You and Mingyu exchanged a glance before bursting into soft laughter. It was moments like these that reminded you just how far she’d come.

Since starting regular speech therapy sessions, Jia's speech had blossomed. Her words were still short and simple, but they were hers — words she chose for herself, not ones prompted or forced from her.

Her quiet voice had become your favorite sound in the world. She wasn't as talkative or curious as other five-year-olds, but she didn’t have to be. Each word she spoke felt like a little victory.

“Jia, do you want pancakes or eggs for breakfast?” you’d ask in the mornings.

“Eggs,” she’d say, her tiny voice as soft as a breeze.

“Scrambled or fried?”

“Scrambled,” she’d reply, her eyes peeking at you shyly before focusing on her plate.

Every time she spoke, you and Mingyu shared a glance, silently celebrating her growth. It wasn’t just her voice that had changed. She was learning to make choices, to have preferences, and to express them out loud. It was something that once seemed so far away, but here she was, making it feel so natural.

But not all questions were as simple as what to have for breakfast.

One evening, as you were folding laundry in the living room, Jia sat on the carpet nearby, brushing her doll’s hair with careful strokes. Her eyes stayed on the doll’s face as she spoke, her voice quieter than usual but clear enough for you to hear.

“Why are you and Daddy my parents?” she asked, not looking up from her doll. Her small fingers smoothed the doll’s tangled strands with slow, gentle patience.

The question stopped you mid-fold, the shirt in your hands suddenly feeling heavier than it should. You glanced at Mingyu, who was sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. He froze too, his eyes lifting to meet yours.

He set his phone aside and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. You could see him thinking, carefully picking his words before he spoke.

“Because you needed us,” he said softly, his voice gentle but firm. “And we needed you.”

Jia’s hands paused on the doll’s hair. She glanced up at him, her eyes round and thoughtful. "Needed me?" she repeated slowly, as if testing the words on her tongue.

Mingyu smiled, nodding. "Yup. We didn’t know it at first, but the moment we met you, we realized it." He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, his eyes steady and sincere as he gazed at her. “Families aren’t just about who you’re born to. Sometimes, families are made by love, not blood.”

You sat down on the carpet beside Jia, placing a hand on her back, rubbing slow circles. “We chose you, Jia,” you said softly. “We saw you, and we decided we wanted to be your parents. And we’re really, really happy we did.”

Her little brows scrunched together, her lips pursed as if she were processing everything at once. Her eyes moved from you to Mingyu, then back to her doll. She resumed brushing its hair, her strokes slower than before.

"Other kids have one mommy, one daddy," she muttered. "I had no mommy... then two?"

Her words hit like a punch straight to your heart. You glanced at Mingyu, and he was already looking at you, his eyes filled with that quiet understanding only the two of you shared.

“That’s true,” you replied, keeping your voice soft but steady. “Some kids have one mom and one dad. Some have two moms. Some have two dads. And some kids, like you, have a mommy and daddy who chose them.” You reached for her hand, gently holding it in yours. “It’s not about how many you start with, sweetie. It’s about how many people love you.”

Her fingers curled around yours, tiny but warm. She didn't look up, still focused on the doll in her lap. Her grip on your hand was firm, though, like she understood something deeper than what her five-year-old mind could fully put into words.

“Did you choose Daddy too?” she asked suddenly, peeking up at you with wide, innocent eyes.

This time, it was Mingyu who choked on a laugh. “She did,” he answered before you could. “She picked me, and I got lucky.” He reached over to ruffle her hair, and for once, she didn’t flinch. She giggled, pushing his hand away with an exaggerated pout.

“No, no,” she said, her cheeks puffed out in mock annoyance. But her smile betrayed her.

"Yup," you said, grinning as you tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I picked him because I knew he’d be a good dad one day.”

Jia tilted her head up at him, her eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. “Is Daddy good?” she asked, her lips curling into a tiny, mischievous smile.

“The best,” you whispered loud enough for Mingyu to hear, giving him a teasing glance.

“Darn right, I am,” he said with a dramatic huff, crossing his arms. “Don’t forget it, little one.”

Her giggle burst out like a bell, bright and clear, and just like that, the air felt lighter again. Moments like this — these little, precious, fleeting moments — reminded you why everything had been worth it.

Later that night, as you tucked Jia into bed, she stared at the ceiling, her eyes far away in thought. You leaned down, brushing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Goodnight, Jia," you whispered, pulling her blanket up to her shoulders.

Her eyes shifted to you, and just as you were about to stand, she reached out, gripping the sleeve of your shirt.

"Mommy," she said, her voice so soft it could have been a breath.

"Yes, baby?"

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching yours. Then she whispered, “Thank you for choosing me.”

Your heart squeezed so tightly you thought it might stop. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall. Instead, you cupped her cheek with your hand, your thumb brushing against her soft skin.

“Thank you for letting us,” you replied, your voice shaking just a little.

She nodded, her eyes slowly fluttering closed as she relaxed into the pillow. You stayed for a while, watching her breathe, letting the quiet peace of the room settle around you.

When you finally stepped out of her room, Mingyu was waiting in the hallway, his arms folded as he leaned against the wall. He tilted his head toward you, raising a brow.

“She call you ‘Mommy’ just now?” he asked, his voice quiet with awe.

You nodded, wiping at the corner of your eye. “Yeah. She did.”

Mingyu let out a breathy laugh, covering his face with his hands. “Man,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I think that just broke me.”

You stepped into his arms, letting him pull you into a hug. He pressed a kiss to your temple, holding you a little tighter than usual.

"Kim Jia," he murmured against your hair, his voice filled with warmth and certainty. "Our little girl."

[best-underrated-anime]

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Until the list of submissions is finalized, I will be accepting appeals for/against any of the shows on this list. SEND YOUR APPEALS THROUGH THIS BLOG’S SUBMIT PAGE. Appeals left in the replies or sent to my asks/DM’s will now be ignored.

By the way, I don’t follow a set standard in determining whether a show is underrated or not. I may keep in mind MyAnimeList ratings, but ratings are not absolute.

Some shows may have low stats on MAL, yet have strong voting power on Tumblr. Some may be popular in their home country but are not so well-known in English fandoms. (Tumblr is a site where most users are USAmericans, so the voting power is mainly with them. I have to consider this.)

Red - at risk of being removed

Blue - formerly accepted, but changed to pending/rejected upon an appeal/further review

Violet - formerly under rejected/pending, but now accepted

Green - newly-added

Orange - Triggers not stated. If you’re the submitter, please edit your submission in the form. Alternatively, you can add them to the Triggers Sheet (non-submitters can also help). If the show has no triggers, please still edit the form/sheet and check the “None” option so that I’ll know that you didn’t just forget. Thank you!

Updated: Oct. 20, 2023 08:00pm EST

Accepted

86 (Eighty-Six)

91 Days

Acca-13 Territory Inspection Department

After the Rain

Akagami no Shirayuki-hime

Akiba Maid War

Akudama Drive

A Place Further than the Universe

Are You Ok (You Yao)

Asobi Asobase

Beryl and Sapphire

Birdie Wing: Golf Girls' Story

BNA: Brand New Animal

Charlotte

Do It Yourself!!

Flip Flappers

Flowering Heart

Fukigen na Mononokean

Gakkougurashi!

Gakuen Babysitters

Gargantia on the Verdurous Planet

Gatchaman Crowds

Girl's Last Tour (Shoujo Shuumatsu Ryokou)

God Troubles Me

Gurazeni

Hakumei and Mikochi

Hanasaku Iroha: Blossoms for Tomorrow

Happy Sugar Life

Heike Monogatari

Hinamatsuri

HitoriBocchi no MaruMaru Seikatsu

Hoshiai no Sora (Stars Align)

Inuyashiki

Iroduku: The World in Colors

Is it Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?

Joshiraku

Kageki Shoujo!!

Kami-tachi ni Hirowareta Otoko

Karneval

Katana Maidens: Toji no Miko

Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!

Kemurikusa - Propaganda may contain spoilers (To submitter: the last part about Earth seems spoilery). Propaganda will be edited by admin.

Kiznaiver

Kyoukai no Rinne

Laughing under the clouds

Legend of Luo Xiaohei (series)

Link Click

Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha ViVid

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

Mawaru Penguindrum

Megalo Box

Mignon

My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom!

No.6

No Doubt in Us

Non Non Biyori

Orient

Ping Pong the Animation

Plastic Memories - I won’t mark this as red because there is enough propaganda for it to be included. But I’m still waiting for someone to submit something more substantial about it. Also lacks triggers.

Please tell me! Galko-chan

Pretty Rhythm: Rainbow Live - Submitter might’ve shared too much about the drama in the show, spoiling it for others. Propaganda will be edited by admin.

Radiant

Requiem of the Rose King

Rokuhoudou Yostuiro Boyori

Run with the Wind

Sangatsu no Lion

Senki Zesshou Symphogear

Servamp

Shadows House

Shiki

Shinsekai Yori

Silver Spoon

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle

Sonny Boy

Space Brothers (Uchuu Kyoudai)

Talentless Nana

Tamayura: Hitotose

The Executioner and Her Way of Life

The Royal Tutor

Tonari no Seki-kun

To Your Eternity

Trese

Tsuritama

Urusei Yatsura

Usagi Drop

Vampire in the Garden

Vivy: Fluorite Eye's Song

Wasteful Days of High School Girls

Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun

White Cat Legend 2020 (Dali si Rizhi/The Journal of Dali Court)

Wo Jia Dashixiong Naozi You Keng

Yurei Deco

Yuuki Yuuna is a Hero

Yuukoku no Moriarty

Zankyou no Terror

Zombieland Saga

Pending

If no reason is stated, then that submission simply had insufficient/unconvincing propaganda. Those with a (???) next to the title are shows I’m not sure are considered underrated. Anybody may submit an appeal on whether or not I should keep it.

Propaganda that needs revision can be edited by the submitter on the GForm. Others may also make a new submission with their own propaganda for it to be accepted.

If, for some reason, the original submitter cannot edit the GForm, then the updated propaganda may be sent to me here via ask or DM.

All shows that didn’t remove their pending status before Oct. 20, 8pm EST have been moved to Rejected.

Rejected

If no reason is stated, then that show has been rejected simply because it’s not considered underrated.

Angel Beats

Assassination Classroom

Astra: Lost in Space - insufficient/unconvincing propaganda

Buddy Daddies - one of the popular recent anime. Also has 390k tag followers on Tumblr

Cap Kakumei Bottleman DX - Propaganda contains too many spoilers. Also lacks triggers

Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Card - Cardcaptor Sakura is one of the most popular shoujo. And since anime with multiple seasons are counted as one, the year the first season was released is what will be checked. Season 1 of CCS was released in 1998, so it’s disqualified from this tournament.

Death Parade

Delicious Party Precure - This show is apparently part of an extremely popular franchise. The propaganda for it was also not enough.

Dr. Stone - One of the recent mainstream anime. Ranked #54 on MAL for popularity with over 1 million members.

Inazuma Eleven GO

Kyoukai no Kanata - Has over a million members on MAL, rated by over 500k people, and is ranked #122 in terms of popularity. Also has 9.7k tag followers on Tumblr, which is very high compared to the other accepted shows

Kyousou Giga - insufficient/unconvincing propaganda and lacks triggers

Mekakucity Actors - the anime itself isn’t popular, but Kagerou Project, the Vocaloid music video series which it is based on, is extremely popular. #kagerou project has 14k tag followers.

Meganebu - insufficient/unconvincing propaganda and lacks triggers

Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-kun

Noragami - Ranked #47 in Tumblr’s Top AniManga Fandoms in 2021

Odd Taxi - won several awards during the 6th Crunchyroll Anime Awards as well as won against the iconic The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya in this poll with over 3k votes.

Planetarian - insufficient/unconvincing propaganda. Also lacks triggers.

Kekkai Sensen

Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai - Doesn’t have that many fics on AO3, but it ranks #52 on MAL in terms of popularity and has over 1M in both MAL users and members. Also has 1.4k tag followers on Tumblr—not a big number but still indicates an active fandom.

Shoujo☆Kageki Revue Starlight - Although it’s rated low on MAL, it’s apparently quite popular on Tumblr. It won against the very popular Sailor Moon in another poll tournament with over 9k votes.

Tai Chi Chasers - Submitter either made a mistake or outright lied about the year this show was released. They stated 2011, but the actual year is 2007. That’s before 2010, which disqualifies it from this tournament.

Tian Guan Ci Fu/Heaven Official’s Blessing - made it to Tumblr’s top AniManga fandoms. It was ranked #14 in 2021 and #16 in 2022.

Vatican Miracle Examiner - insufficient/unconvincing propaganda

Violet Evergarden

[rockislandadultreads]

Black History Month: Fiction 

How Beautiful We Were by Imbolo Mbue

We should have known the end was near. So begins Imbolo Mbue’s powerful second novel, How Beautiful We Were. Set in the fictional African village of Kosawa, it tells of a people living in fear amid environmental degradation wrought by an American oil company. Pipeline spills have rendered farmlands infertile. Children are dying from drinking toxic water. Promises of cleanup and financial reparations to the villagers are made - and ignored. The country’s government, led by a brazen dictator, exists to serve its own interests. Left with few choices, the people of Kosawa decide to fight back. Their struggle will last for decades and come at a steep price.

Told from the perspective of a generation of children and the family of a girl named Thula who grows up to become a revolutionary, How Beautiful We Were is a masterful exploration of what happens when the reckless drive for profit, coupled with the ghost of colonialism, comes up against one community’s determination to hold on to its ancestral land and a young woman’s willingness to sacrifice everything for the sake of her people’s freedom.

It’s Not All Downhill From Here by Terry McMillan 

Loretha Curry’s life is full. A little crowded sometimes, but full indeed. On the eve of her sixty-eighth birthday, she has a booming beauty-supply empire, a gaggle of lifelong friends, and a husband whose moves still surprise. True, she’s carrying a few more pounds than she should be, but Loretha is not one of those women who think her best days are behind her - and she’s determined to prove wrong her mother, her twin sister, and everyone else with that outdated view of aging wrong. It’s not all downhill from here.

But when an unexpected loss turns her world upside down, Loretha will have to summon all her strength, resourcefulness, and determination to keep on thriving, pursue joy, heal old wounds, and chart new paths. With a little help from her friends, of course.

How to Love a Jamaican by Alexia Arthurs

“There is a way to be cruel that seems Jamaican to me.”

Tenderness and cruelty, loyalty and betrayal, ambition and regret - Alexia Arthurs navigates these tensions to extraordinary effect in her debut collection about Jamaican immigrants and their families back home. Sweeping from close-knit island communities to the streets of New York City and midwestern university towns, these eleven stories form a portrait of a nation, a people, and a way of life.

In “Light Skinned Girls and Kelly Rowlands,” an NYU student befriends a fellow Jamaican whose privileged West Coast upbringing has blinded her to the hard realities of race. In “Mash Up Love,” a twin’s chance sighting of his estranged brother - the prodigal son of the family - stirs up unresolved feelings of resentment. In “Bad Behavior,” a mother and father leave their wild teenage daughter with her grandmother in Jamaica, hoping the old ways will straighten her out. In “Mermaid River,” a Jamaican teenage boy is reunited with his mother in New York after eight years apart. In “The Ghost of Jia Yi,” a recently murdered international student haunts a despairing Jamaican athlete recruited to an Iowa college. And in “Shirley from a Small Place,” a world-famous pop star retreats to her mother’s big new house in Jamaica, which still holds the power to restore something vital.

Deacon King Kong by James McBride 

In September 1969, a fumbling, cranky old church deacon known as Sportcoat shuffles into the courtyard of the Cause Houses housing project in south Brooklyn, pulls a .38 from his pocket, and, in front of everybody, shoots the project’s drug dealer at point-blank range.

The reasons for this desperate burst of violence and the consequences that spring from it lie at the heart of Deacon King Kong, James McBride’s funny, moving novel and his first since his National Book Award-winning The Good Lord Bird. In Deacon King Kong, McBride brings to vivid life the people affected by the shooting: the victim, the African-American and Latinx residents who witnessed it, the white neighbors, the local cops assigned to investigate, the members of the Five Ends Baptist Church where Sportcoat was deacon, the neighborhood’s Italian mobsters, and Sportcoat himself.

As the story deepens, it becomes clear that the lives of the characters - caught in the tumultuous swirl of 1960s New York - overlap in unexpected ways. When the truth does emerge, McBride shows us that not all secrets are meant to be hidden, that the best way to grow is to face change without fear, and that the seeds of love lie in hope and compassion.

[tayfabe75]

A few minutes later, the crowd went nuclear, but not for him: Taylor Swift, in a mirrored minidress, had walked onstage, performing "Anti-Hero," from her most recent album. "Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism / Like some kind of congressman," she sang. Swift has been a fan of the band since at least 2014, when she was photographed wearing a 1975 T-shirt. Rumors circulated, at the time, that she and Healy were dating. (Healy, hounded for months to comment, said that having "Taylor Swift's boyfriend" as one's public identity would be an "emasculating thing.") "Anti-Hero" is self-deprecating and self-consciously Zeitgeist-y, with convoluted lyrics wrapped so tightly around the melody that they somehow seem tossed off—in other words, it's a little like a song by the 1975. She then performed "The City," a song from the band's first album. Girls around me were sobbing, as if they'd just gone blind looking at a solar eclipse. "It's the last rock-and-roll show in town," Healy said after Swift had left and the band had returned for the second half, a set of hits culled from their first four records. After two decades together, the 1975 is as tight and instinctive as a legacy act. Healy's shape-shifting voice—he croons and wails and screams and murmurs, shading his delivery with a variety of personae—laces together the band's encyclopedic set of pop references: the soaring urgency of Peter Gabriel, the muscular propulsion of Bruce Springsteen, the addled funk of Talking Heads. Against the set dressing, Healy looked like a drunk boy dancing in his living room, ripping cigarettes and blowing kisses. By 4 P.M. the next day, the band was back at the O2, sound-checking without him. The word backstage was that Swift had stayed until 3:30 A.M. the night before, singing 1975 songs with the band's bookkeeper after Healy had gone home.

May 29, 2023: Author Jia Tolentino describes the crowd reaction to Taylor Swift's surprise appearance at The 1975's January show in London. (source 1, 2)

[narimoons]

daeyangs​:

A part of him believed that Nari would retract her acceptance, that the threat of war would cause a collapse in her emotions, rather bolster confidence in a union. Dae’s fingers flexed instinctively on her waist with her confirmation that she would marry him as if physically securing her in his hands would stop keep her from backing out. “You did, but I was giving you a chance to flee.” His eyes were locked on hers, the room that was opened up to them now falling away, although he could sense the clip of heels and the gasps from those within the flock that had followed him from the Seven Seas. He had yet to realise the trouble that would land on his head once his parents heard the news. They would be married, it was so nonsensical that he laughed at her solidified acceptance, although the sound held no malice. Until twenty minutes ago, he believed that she hated him, and here she was, his fiancée. “Stuck?” His eyebrows rose although he had no time to linger on the statement when her mouth was tracing his and the lilt in his chest had him following her lips. His mouth showed no signs of hesitation in catching hers, drinking in the taste of her regardless of those that looked on. Hand sliding to press the small of her back, an action made to pull her taut to him yet ridden useless by the step he took to place a leg between her knees. “Let’s go home.” Words were partially lost in the hollow of her mouth, certain that the guards around them would have more to say on releasing them so carelessly to the carriages, but Dae didn’t care for the demands they were forced to follow. He had his own rules to abide by, and that required returning to the Seven Seas as quickly as possible. “I must announce you to my parents.” He didn’t care to explain the haste, a desire to get to his family before gossip carried it to them first. His body still slid comfortably against hers, a light sigh airing once he tilted his head back to view her clearly. “Tell them I am stuck with you.”

‘Let’s go home’ were abnormal words coming from someone who she spent her life avoiding. All she could remember was the pages in her journal, Nari wrote manifestations and affirmations every day without fail because it was her only way to feel close to him without being close. Nari attempted to grasp everything that happened within the past hour, including kissing him in an empty hallway, and in front of blank faces who would soon release the news to lands. She took time to think critically about the unfolding events, but nothing made sense when she replayed each moment. There was something missing, she wouldn’t be the reason for starting a war–would she? For kissing him in the halls? “Is this my fault?” Her voice filled with concern as she gradually detached herself from his grasp. “What happens when we go home? You announce me to your parents and it ends with me being sent somewhere else.” Did he even think about the consequences when he asked her to marry him? Did she even think about the consequences when she said yes? No, no.  Nari wanted badly to believe that this connection would end in living happily ever after in some part of Seven Seas–but it was impossible to not consider the negative aspects of choosing her to be his wife. “You’re not even sure if I can even marry you, Dae.” In this world, social status meant everything to the royals and being married to one without any status would create issues. Nari had no alliances, no bribing tactic that would help Seven Seas grow as a kingdom--but she knew how to clean off the ancient artifacts. All these negatives left her silent, Nari had completely ignored the missing presences of her best friend. “Wait, where’s Jia?” The room was emptying, she regretted pulling away from his grasp as the crowd grew bigger. Her arm extended to take hold of Dae, but the push and shove caused her legs to wave through the crowd. Since when did Paramount allow so many Sea folk? Nari focused in on the amount of people gathered by the doors which refused to open. “Why aren’t they letting us out?” Someone spoke with concern while others began to panic. The situation was questionable, why ask for them to leave then keep all of them trapped? Nari scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Dae or Jia except she had fallen to deep into the crowd. “For the Queen!” The snap of her neck was swift, following the voice into the crowd as a sword found way inside a woman’s chest. Another man declaring his love for the Queen as the man’s throat was sliced next to her, blood splattering over everyone in close proximity; Manic screams as bodies began to drop, naturally everyone headed towards the exit. Nari dropped to the floor, hands and knees, crawling over dead bodies as swiftly as she could. Heading towards a nearby table, hiding under was her only option to survive. “Where do you think you’re going?” She froze at the sound of his voice, halfway underneath the table before a hand wrapped around her ankle. Dragging her out from underneath her safe haven, it was her time to scream as she came face to face with the culprit. “Please, please…”

[monocaelia]

philophobia.

you've come to a realization: you're in love with childe. but the fear of the unpredictable when it comes to being in love roots you to your spot despite how much your heart yearns for his affections.

feat. childe

genre : angst, hurt/comfort.

warnings : self-doubt in mc, lots of overthinking, but a happy ending <: w.c. : 2.4k

note : happy bday childe!! i love you so much, my wittle pookie bear TT anyways, please enjoy this short birthday fic i wrote for him! this holds a lot of personal sentiments that i share with mc, so it is quite indulgent and personal, in my opinion at least <3

Thump. Thump.

You aren’t quite sure when your heart began beating against your chest with the same force Rex Lapis had when he uprooted mountains and launched them into the sea, but you’re certain that Celestia had somehow placed a curse on you for always crying her name out in vain in every situation possible; stubbing your toe in the morning, dropping a dumpling while munching on lunch, or just even when the kids playing in the harbor decided to startle you for fun.

How could you not? It’s not like she was real, was she?

You just wished your heart didn’t want to leap out of your chest whenever you bumped into the Eleventh Harbinger of the Fatui.

A tuft of orange peeking out from the crowd, a flash of red when you turn the corner, a boyish giggle from above when you’re strolling through the harbor. A sea of blue engulfing your entire being. Even the mere mention of his name was enough to send crystalflies fluttering from your stomach to your chest.

“Hm, are you sure you and Childe aren’t anything more?” Jia, your dear friend, comments while folding her laundry neatly into her drawers. “Because to me, it seems like you have a thing for him.”

You can feel the blood rushing to your face at her remark and quickly turn your head to face the window to hide your flustered expression.

“Y-You’re jumping to conclusions. I do not like Childe in that way,” you stammer, not helping your stance in any way possible. “Besides, we both have more important issues to focus on. A relationship is not at the forefront of our minds right now.”

“And how do you know he doesn’t like you at all?” Jia sends you a deadpan expression. “Would you gift a friend flowers and chocolates on your birthday? Would you drop everything and rush to a friend’s workplace, not their house, when you hear that they’ve been struck with a high fever and collapsed because they refused to go home?”

You wince at that memory, embarrassed at the spectacle that you created at the shop when you passed out. In your defense, you didn’t think your fever was that bad and you wore a mask and gloves to prevent yourself from spreading your sickness to anyone else. Your boss had lectured you about working in your condition, but you brushed his worry off.

You were sure your boss was shouting “I told you so!!” when your vision blurred and slowly began to black out. You woke up tucked in your bed, a striking red scarf snuggly wrapped around your neck and a familiar gray jacket on top of your comforter. The scent of citrus with a faint hint of the sea engulfed your entire being and you’ve never felt more at ease than now.

The door slowly swung open, revealing Childe in all his glory holding a tray with a bowl neatly displayed on it. Silvery wisps of steam gently rose above the bowl and you could feel your mouth salivating at the thought of what it held.

“Oh, you’re awake!” It was hard to not notice the gleam in his eyes when your gazes met or the slight skip in his step when he walked towards your bedside. The mattress dipped slightly when he sat down beside you, the heat radiating from his body near yours was comforting despite the throbbing in your forehead.

“Childe… what are you doing here?” you questioned. He hummed in response, fingers gently lifting the covers of the bowl off and revealing the meal he had prepared for you that evening. Soup, you had noted, made with tender chicken and green vegetables. Though it looked unfamiliar to you, the aroma of the broth was luring you in and your stomach growled in response to the meal in front of you.

If you could, you would have punched the Harbinger in the head for laughing at your reaction, but your arms were too heavy to even lift.

“You know, when you’re sick you should stay home and rest,” he murmured softly, eyelashes clouding his expression as he looked down at the soup. His fingers picked up the spoon and scoop a spoonful of the soup. “You really worried me back there. Nearly dropped heavy bags of mora on my employee’s foot when I heard you collapsed.”

His chuckle was soft in the silence of your bedroom. With a whisper of your name, your gazes met again and your breath stilled; tidal pools of deep blue peered back at you, calm and welcoming like the waters you would find bubbling at Luhua Pool.

“Promise me you won’t do that again? I can always help you if you need me.”

You don’t quite remember what you said in response to his request, but the memory of fighting against being spoon-fed by Childe [and losing] is clear as day; his hand firmly wrapped around your wrists after you had flailed around for a bit and the other gently tipping the spoon with the now lukewarm soup into your mouth.

It was delicious.

“Jia-“

She holds a hand up to stop you. “I’m just saying; maybe he likes you a bit more than just platonically, at least that’s what it looks like from an outsider’s perspective.”

Your friend’s words imprint themselves into your memory, echoing around your skull and haunting your subconscious. There was no way you really had a thing for Childe of all people, right? Sure he’s… good with kids, always makes you laugh regardless of your mood, kind to your parents and handsome, especially when you catch him on the rare times he’s rushing to something and his hair is a mess from the wind. A sea of tangled orange tufts sticking in various areas, tempting you to run your fingers through them to smooth them out. Or especially when Liyue gets warmer and you’re subjected to the sight of Childe’s freckles that dust his visage when he smiles and waves you over to him. A flurry of darker spots that settle across his cheeks and nose, enticing you to press your lips over each and every one and hopefully bringing out his boyish laughter that you love so much-

Oh, dear.

Was Jia right about this? You couldn’t believe it at all, you didn’t want to believe it at all. Even if she was right and you did like the Snezhnayan, what reason did he have for liking you back? Were you even likable like that?

The call of your name interrupts your thoughts from spiraling even further down into the pits of the Abyss; a blessing, but a curse because the person to whom the voice belonged to was the entire reason why you were spiraling in the first place.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

There he is, in all of his glory. It’s a warmer day in Liyue so his grey coat is off, loosely hanging off of his shoulders. How they were staying on was a mystery to you. His red buttoned up shirt remained, though his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and there were fewer buttons done leaving your eyes to wander a bit lower than they intended.

Oh, so his freckles trail down to his shoulders. Interesting.

This time, the blue in his eyes are warmer than ever; blue, like the calm, warm blue you’ve seen at Yaoguang Shoal. And his smile… Celestia, his smile is the most radiant you have ever seen it, and it is directed at you, for you, and because of you. In his gloved hand, he holds a singular sunflower; its petals are the brightest shade of yellow you have ever seen and its bloom is huge, almost as big as the young man’s head. But even its beauty dulled next to the grinning Harbinger next to it.

With a shaky breath, you come to the conclusion you’ve been dreading most.

Jia was right. You’ve fallen in love with Childe, and you sure as Abyss don’t know how you’re going to deal with this situation now.

Love and romance was something you’ve never been familiar with; you had no interest in romance outside of the novels you’ve read and Jia’s relationship problems she often came to you for were the only experiences you’ve ever had with relationships. It was… a strange emotion, you would say. Strange and unnecessary.

Your mentality for straying the farthest away from anything romantic and from anyone who ever showed you romantic interest was that loving others romantically was tedious. The romance in novels were seldom a reality, and you’ve only ever heard bad things from Jia’s relationship struggles in the past, so why bother dealing with romance at all?

So, coming to terms with what you feel about Childe was… unfamiliar to you. It’s strange, unnerving.

Love is terrifying because of the endless possibilities it could give you, and you are a coward.

Weeks had passed since the last time you saw Childe. Since these new feelings were foreign to you, your best idea was to push them to the back burner of your subconscious and pray to the Archons above that you have moved on.

“A terrible idea, in my opinion,” Jia had told you, flicking a piece of a seaweed chip at your forehead. “You’re only going to make the situation worse and hurt his feelings in the process.”

Even if it was, it was better than confronting him about your feelings and having him outright reject you. Or worse, if he was disgusted by the love you harbor for him.

Besides, what did Jia know about anything? It has been weeks since you last seen Childe and it has also been weeks since you last thought about him. No crystalflies, no heated skin, no quickened heart rate. Getting over these feelings were going to be a walk in the park.

Except it’s not when a clearly upset Harbinger is leaning against the wall outside your door, arms crossed across his broad chest and his fingers tapping a steady beat against his forearm. Before you could turn on your heel and spend the night at Jia’s, not like she would allow you to stay after this entire predicament anyways, the shuffling of your clothes alerts him of your presence.

Steel, cold cobalt meets your gaze, a huge contrast to the warm smiles and laughter that usually envelops you in the adoration he holds for you. It’s hard to read his expression, save for the obvious hurt that swirls deep inside the trenches held inside his eyes. It’s striking and it sends a shiver down your spine.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

You greet him curtly, nodding your head to acknowledge his presence before you brush past him to get inside your house.

His hand firmly wraps around your wrist, pulling you back and away from the door. Any attempts to get your arm out of his grip is futile, as expected considering the many, many years of training and fight he had during his Fatui recruitment and your lack thereof.

“You’re avoiding me,” Childe comments, breaking the silence between the two of you. You don’t answer, half because you know you would start crying if you opened your mouth and the other because you were terrified of his response to you.

“Look at me.” You don’t budge, and didn’t plan to. “…Please, [Name].”

And so you do. The usual calm tide pools that Childe holds in his eyes are dark, murky waters clouding his expression and distorted by the waves of unease. His gaze flits around, examining every orifice of your face, your eyes, your expression, anything to get the answer he was looking for.

Maybe it was the desperation in the way he was looking at you or the expression slowly falling from his face when you remained silent, but you take a shaky breath. The fist that remained at your side clenches and unclenches in uncertainty, but you knew this moment was now or never.

You tell him everything, from the fluttery feelings that began whenever you were near him, to your conversation with Jia, to the realization of your feelings regarding him, to the great-but-turned-not-so-great solution that you came up with to resolve your own feelings without ever confronting Childe about them and keeping him away from your feelings.

You didn’t know when you had started to cry, but, by the end of your explanation, your cheeks have become stained with crystal tears that fell from your eyes and hiccups interrupt your breathing. Your hands, you didn’t even realize Childe had let go of your wrist, cover your face, furiously wiping away the tears.

“I’m scared, Childe. Terrified of what you’ll think of me because I like you, terrified of the future that Celestia has in store for us,” you take a shaky breath and fail to calm your breathing. “I don’t want you to hate me, Childe. I’m so… so scared of love, of loving you.”

Calloused hands grip your wrists again, but this time they pull you flush into Childe’s chest. His arms firmly wrap around your body, embracing you and surrounding you with the warmth you didn’t know you missed.

“You’re quite clueless for someone I thought was so smart,” the Harbinger teases, easing back into the personality that you’re used to. “I’m unsure too, even though I might not look like it.”

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“You can hear it, right? My heart beat. I’m new to love too, and I don’t know how things will turn out after this.” His hand comes up to run his fingers through your hair and he presses a kiss on the top of your head. “But if I have a say in anything, I'll figure out a way to make things easier for the both of us, and we'll conquer it. Together. I love you, [Name]. Truly, I do.”

At this point, the tears have come again. Jia was right again, you really are an idiot.

Apologies spill from your mouth, broken up only by the hiccups and sobs that tear through your body. Apologies for avoiding him, for hurting the one you love, for being so dumb and not realizing both of your feelings sooner.

But each and every apology was met with a gentle kiss from your new lover and a promise for a better tomorrow.

[lis-likes-fics]

A Witch Life | Chapter 15

Warnings: Mild sexual innuendos...

~

Forks, Washington was a welcoming sight as the first day of the New Year arrived.

Y/N held Emrys on her hip as she spoke with Veda, finally at ease as they were aligned once again. "Again, I'm sorry," Veda tried as she put a hand on her shoulder. "Moving against you was something I never wanted to do. If you ever need my help for any reason, I will come rushing to your side. You are my friend, and I want to remain that way."

Y/N laughed as she shook her head, taking her hand. "Veda, I understand. You were trying to protect your own, you don't have to apologize again. Go home, I'm sure your people are dying to see you." Veda gave a warm smile as she pulled the witch in for a hug. She walked away with Varian at her side, calling her coven as she opened the portal to the train station, which had finally been reopened. She waved to Y/N as she left with her coven following.

Y/N turned as she saw Jasper talking with Peter and Charlotte before seeing them off. As he spoke, his eyes found his wife's, who smiled at him and rocked her son. His smile spread before he turned back to his friends as they walked off. He waved at them while they left, watching them go for a moment.

Y/N's attention was pulled over when Alaric and Mary-Ann stepped in front of her. "Hello, my friend," he greeted happily, his arm around Mary-Ann's waist. He pulled her closer and she rolled her eyes.

"Hi," Y/N greeted, laughing lightly. "I had no idea you were together."

Mary-Ann sighed as she shrugged a shoulder, "It's new. He's been flirting with me for years through owl messages and conferences that were literally held just to give him a chance to see me. He's persistent."

Alaric laughed, his face leaning over to her as she spoke, "It worked, didn't it?" His lips pressed to the side of her forehead and she playfully shoved him away. Y/N laughed, her smile growing as an arm snaked around her own waist.

"Aren't women fantastic?" Jasper muttered with a chuckle.

"They are," Alaric agreed.

Mary-Ann rolled her eyes again. "Speaking of which..." she turned her gaze to Eileen and Mariah, who were sitting on a swing with Althea in between them as they laughed about something. "You've got some good ones there. Take care of 'em."

Y/N nodded, "I will."

"Anyway," Alaric sighed. "We must be going. We have to check up on our covens and see about a closer partnership." He chuckled at the end as he bumped Mary-Ann's hip. She shook her head and grabbed him by his shirt before walking away, waving as they went before signaling to their covens for them to get going. Alaric followed, bent over with no problem with how she dragged him away. The lovesick grin on his face was stuck as he lazily waved at Jasper and Y/N.

They chuckled and Jasper shook his head, "He's so smitten." Y/N agreed and they went to go talk to some of the other leaders before they went. Zyana and Zion (who was back to his regular size) said their goodbyes and promised to visit again soon, expecting to see them as well in the near future for a proper visit. Acacius and Jia said the same, leaving with their coven and familiars to the train station.

Romina left a little while longer after that with her coven to New Orleans. Charlie, Seth, Leah, Levi, Eileen, and Mariah joined them for a small vacation away from Forks that was not dependent on their survival for once. They definitely earned it, after all.

Emrys and Althea went with Carlisle and Esme as everyone continued their farewells and goodbyes. Jasper and Y/N disappeared somewhere in the woods, away from the crowds of leaving vampires and witches.

They ventured up a large tree, crawling to the top where they found a cozy spot to look over the tree line. Y/N leaned into his side, sighing deeply as she pressed her back to his chest. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her close as they sat there in comfortable silence for a little while. The silence was broken only when she opened her mouth, a smirk on her lips, "You know...today's a special witch holiday, too."

He looked down at her, "Oh, yeah? What holiday?"

She turned her eyes on him, biting her lip a little, "It's the annual Screw Your Vampire Husband Because You Almost Died Day."

He laughed, the sound reverberating in his chest as he threw his head back. "Is that so?" She nodded proudly and he brought his lips next to her ear, "Well, I look forward to thoroughly celebrating it with you." He pressed his lips to the side of her head as he pulled her closer still.

More silence settled as they enjoyed the peace of nature being calm once again. She closed her eyes, a hand reaching to card through his hair as his arms tightened around her midsection. His own eyes fell closed as he enjoyed the feeling of her playing with his hair.

"Jasper," she muttered. He hummed, his eyes still shut while he pressed his face into her neck. She smiled, "We should expand."

He opened his eyes then, brows knitting together, "Expand?"

Y/N nodded, her fingers still working through his golden locks. "We should add even more witches and warlocks to our coven until we have a huge one that's even bigger than Romina's."

He chuckled as he asked, "Why?"

She opened her eyes and looked at him with a sly grin, "So we can ditch them and hand them over to Eileen and Mariah like Romina did to me."

He laughed again and shook his head, "Alright, Romina gave you three witches to start with, Y/N."

She shrugged, "I know but...go big or go home. Besides, that way we could retreat into the woods in our little big cottage with Althea, who'll already be begging to move out because she's tired of us and our...insanely high libido—and Emrys, who will be living in the basement because he refuses to move out. We'll have Freya and then we'll obviously have some horses, and we'll have ferrets running all over the house."

He scoffed, "Obviously."

"We'll have a garden with too many different plants, and we'll hold get-togethers at our house at least once every month. The family will visit all the time, even if we lived across the country from them. It'll be great."

He pressed his cheek to the side of her head as he listened. "It seems like you've thought about this a lot."

She sighed, "It's a happy place of mine...right under where we are now with our friends and family, as happy as we can be." She looked at him again and he could have sworn he saw purple flecks in her eyes as she recounted her fantasy.

Jasper smiled at his little witch and nodded, "We'll do whatever you want, go wherever you want. It'll be one of your crazy witch things-a witch life. As long as you're happy, I'm happy." She smiled at him and turned her head so she could pull him down into a kiss. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed him, happy to be in that moment with her husband.

"I love you," she whispered against his lips.

He nodded and kissed her again, "I love you, too, darlin'."

She sighed and licked her bottom lip, "Right now, what would make me happy is a king sized bed and you naked."

Another laugh. "Since when do vampire's need beds?"

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Shaw’s S2 R&S - Glacier Navigation

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a Rumours & Secrets, 冰川行舟, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

This R&S features S2 Shaw

In terms of sequencing, this is Shaw’s first S2 R&S!

[ Chapter One ]

On this rare break, a phone call from Shaw brings me to the entrance of Loveland University.

At the school gate, a huge “Welcome New Students" banner waves in the wind. The osmanthus petals at my feet exude the unique scent of late summer and early autumn.

I follow Shaw through the bustling crowd and towards the graduate student registration point.

MC: The registration office... this should be it.

Shaw: Are you sure it's here? Just look at these registering students - how do they look like graduate students?

MC: You’re clearly the one who doesn’t look like a graduate student, okay?

Shaw glances at the long line outside the door of the office. Clicking his tongue, he eventually stands at the back properly.

Not having to wait for long, the both of us reach the head of the line.

MC: You don't need me to accompany you for the registration, do you?

Shaw: What are you thinking? Are you treating me like a kid?

MC: Then why did you drag me along to school...

Shaw: I just took you out for a breather after seeing you squatting at home for a few weeks.

He waves his hand at me in self-assurance, turning his head and entering the office.

I lean against the wall, waiting for him. As soon as I take out my phone, the tall figure walks out of the office fiercely.

MC: ...how did you settle it so quickly?

Shaw doesn’t respond. He suddenly leans forward, his eyes almost within reach. His half-squinting eyes contain slight irritation.

MC: W-what do you want... Ah! Don't touch my hair!

I raise my hand to protect my hair, but my cheek ends up getting pinched twice by two of his fingers.

Shaw: This is your punishment for leading me to the wrong place.

MC: No way, we really went to the wrong place?

Shaw: This is the registration point for the Chinese Department. The Archaeology Department is in Zhi Hua Building.

MC: Zhi Hua Building... I remember now. I think we passed by it earlier.

Shaw: Really?

Knowing that I was in the wrong, I quickly lift both my hands up as a guarantee.

MC: Really, I definitely won’t be wrong this time!

Shaw: Fine, I’ll reluctantly believe you this time. The last time.

-

[ Chapter Two ]

Since heading to the wrong place led to quite a delay, the door to the registration office of the Department of Archaeology is completely empty.

Shaw knocks on the office door. Inside, there’s only one middle-aged teacher who is currently reading the newspaper.

Teacher: A freshman? Come, fill in this form. Did you bring a copy of your ID card? If you didn’t bring it, give me the original. I'll make a copy for you.

Shaw: I brought it.

Teacher: What about the one-inch photo?

Shaw: Here.

Teacher: Oh, the boy's ID photo is so handsome! Sit for a while, I have to make a record.

Shaw: Mm, thanks for the hard work, teacher.

The teacher sits in front of the computer leisurely, then casts a curious glance at the door.

Teacher: Is that young lady outside your girlfriend?

Shaw: No.

Shaw pauses, then adds on.

Shaw: Just a friend.

Teacher: Oh... I understand~

The middle-aged man reveals a meaningful smile, and can’t help but gesture at the young man in front of him

Teacher: Young people have to be braver. How can a boy be so shy!

Shaw suppresses the urge to roll his eyes, squeezing out words one by one from between his teeth.

Shaw: Teacher, are you done with the registration?

[Note] There are different ways of saying “you” in Chinese, depending on formality! When being polite and respectful, especially to an elder, 您 (“nin”) is used. When talking to friends or someone younger, 你 (“ni”) is used. SHAW USES 您 HERE BECAUSE HE IS A POLITE BOY

Teacher: Yes yes, sign here. There’s one more thing I have to tell you. Because you filled in your identity as an Evolver on the form, I’ll have to trouble you to submit a copy of the Evol inspection report.

Shaw: The notice didn’t mention that I had to bring it.

Teacher: It’s a new requirement. It conveniences the school in terms of management, so I hope you can understand. Last semester, an Evolver lost control of his ability and almost lifted the entire classroom. The STF were called down for a day, and it was very troublesome. 

When he hears the term “STF”, Shaw’s expression stirs slightly. Then, he clicks his tongue impatiently.

Shaw: So troublesome...

Teacher: What did you say?

Shaw: Nothing. Can I hand it in another day?

Teacher: It's fine, just come back within five working days. Here, your notice.

Shaw: Thanks.

-

[ Chapter Three ]

Schoolmate A: Schoolmate, want to check out our e-sports club? We organise competitions every month, and you can receive exquisite merchandise!

Schoolmate B: Schoolmate, come take a look at our basketball club! Handsome guys and beautiful girls gather and keep fit...

Today happens to be the club recruitment day. When Shaw and I pass by the public square, students constantly stop us, asking if we wish to join their clubs.

I look at Shaw curiously, but he doesn’t seem to be interested in any clubs. He walks quickly, not even giving them a glance.

When we’re about to leave the public square, we are once again stopped by a student.

Schoolmate C: Schoolmates, I can tell at a glance that you’re both from the Arts Department, right? Tsk tsk, your outfits have such an artistic quality. I’m from the rock club of our school. Even though the club was only established this year, I believe we have great potential! Usually, the club will organise activities introducing various instruments and music appreciation for hobbyists. Our club president even formed a band himself! They’re performing over there. Do you two want to have a listen?

I initially thought that Shaw would once again ignore him and leave. Unexpectedly, he suddenly stops in his footsteps, then arches his eyebrows with interest.

Shaw: Oh? You guys have a band?

Schoolmate C: Of course! We don't do covers. They’re all original songs!

Shaw: Let’s have a listen then.

MC: Do you actually want to join this rock club?

Shaw: We’ll talk after listening.

After saying this, he walks towards the area surrounded by a cluster of people.

The venue is simple, but there’s a sizeable number of audience members. The band members in the middle are wagging their heads while performing a song.

The vocals are discordant, and the sound quality is inferior. I’m unable to hear the lyrics clearly, but the melody is really catchy.

MC: I didn't expect them to look like an actual band... Shaw?

Shaw: ...tch.

Shaw grabs my arm, leaving the scene without saying a word.

MC: What’s wrong?

Shaw: Hearing plagiarised songs dirties my ears.

MC: That song from before was plagiarised?!

Shaw: They copied an unpopular old song from the 80s. No wonder these people didn’t realise it. You should also improve your musical literacy so you wouldn’t be confused by copied songs.

MC: So what you mean is... I should listen to your band’s songs more?

Shaw: Of course.

I burst out laughing, and Shaw raises his eyebrows in dissatisfaction.

Shaw: What are you laughing at?

MC: No, no, I just think that you’ve always been very serious about your band...

Shaw: You seem pretty concerned about my band?

MC: Mm. I know that you really like this band.

Shaw glances at me, as though verifying the sincerity of my words.

Then, he turns his gaze away, and sunlight touches the corners of his sharp and slightly raised mouth.

Shaw: Even if it’s just for fun, I’ll do even better than everyone else.

He says these words matter-of-factly, as though so long as he’s willing, every difficulty can be stamped out by him.

Shaw takes a final look back at the noisy public square. Retrieving a pair of earphones from his pocket, he hands it to me.

Shaw: Wear it properly. I’ll let you listen to truly good music.

-

[ Chapter Four ]

Shaw: Let’s go. Also, we’ll stop by the supermarket along the way. I’m buying some daily necessities.

MC: I really couldn’t tell that you’d be willing to stay in a dormitory.

Shaw: Who said so? I don’t plan to stay in a dormitory.

MC: Huh?

Shaw: I never stay with outsiders. 

Shaw: Anyway, there’s a small room in Live House, and I plan to live there. Rehearsals will be convenient too.

MC: Oh... but your place is really too empty. Aside from a bed, it doesn't look liveable.

Shaw: Hm? How’d you know that my place is empty?

MC: I...

I bite my tongue, hurriedly tossing out a reason to muddle through it.

MC: I don’t even have to think about it to know. Judging by your personality, your house definitely has nothing but bare walls.

Probably because of my self-assured tone, Shaw retracts his scrutinising gaze, pursing his lips. 

Shaw: That’s not how you use “nothing but bare walls”. Did you even pay attention in school... Let’s go.”

[Note] The reason why Shaw says this is because what MC used was 家徒四壁 (“jia tou si bi”), which is an idiom literally translating to “nothing but bare walls”. However, this idiom is supposed to describe someone who is very poor!

Shaw has always been very proactive. When he finishes speaking, he quickly takes me to the nearest supermarket from school.

After a short while, the shopping cart is stuffed to the brim.

Shaw: ...wait. I asked you to get a washbowl for me. Why’d you get me three? Do you need to use three washbasins to wash your face every day?

MC: These three washbasins have their respective uses! This one is for washing your face, this one is for washing your body, this one...”

Shaw: Washes what?

MC: Fruits!

Shaw: So troublesome. I might as well buy fruits that I can eat directly without washing.

MC: This is a refined life, okay? If you think it’s too much, then I'll reduce... Hey, what did you put into the cart?

Shaw: Daily necessities.

Lowering my head to take a look, I see three boxes of animal-shaped clothes hangers. The chubby little animals have their cheeks puffed out, lying in the washbowls I’m buying.

MC: Wow, so cute! You’re quite good at picking things too! ...but why are you buying three boxes?

Shaw: I learnt from you. One box for clipping towels, one box for clipping clothes, and one box...

MC: Huh?

Shaw doesn’t finish the second half of the sentence, and I subconsciously look up at him, meeting his sly eyes.

Shaw: Since you came out to run errands today, I’ll give it to you.

-

Shaw leans against the door of Live House, quietly watching the taxi drown in the neon glow. Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrates slightly.

An unknown number appears on the screen. Shaw frowns, then lifts his hand to tap the answer button.

?: I heard you reported to school today?

Shaw: Looks like you guys are really free. You even have to bother about my enrolment in school?

?: How is it? Is everything going smoothly?

Shaw: It’s fine. Some situations cropped up, but I’m still in a pretty good mood. Also, you guys have to help me with something. The school wants me to submit an Evol inspection report. Forge one for me.

?: No problem. You can collect it from the usual place. Is there anything unusual about Nox from BS recently?

Hearing this alias, Shaw subconsciously glances into the distance. However, all that is visible is the gorgeous night of the city.

Shaw: She's been very busy recently, and seems to keep working overtime. That's it.

?: You know that’s not what we’re asking about.

Shaw: ...what’s the rush? I haven't finished investigating what you guys want to know.

?: Let me remind you not to mix in unnecessary emotions. Don't forget your mission either.

Shaw: I know. I'm hanging up.

The streetlights lining the long street light up in succession, dyeing Shaw’s hair in a warm colour.

He looks at the phone for a long time, and an untamed smile surfaces on the corners of his lips.

Shaw: I have the final say on how to deal with her.

He takes the long skateboard he had set by the side, lifts his ankle slightly, and skates into the night without hesitation.

More from S2: here

[doeilovr]

Turn Back Time

-> Pairing: Lee Taeyong x femReader, special guest Kim Doyoung

-> Genre: Angst, Idol Taeyong au, Cheating au, break up au, a bit of smut (like 1 paragraph)

-> Warnings: cheating, cursing, suggestive themes, mention of sex, physical violence, self doubt

-> Summary: And it was moments like this you wished you could turn back time, to make him stop hurting you. Taeyong was your world and all you ever wished for was to be his too.

-> Words: 2.6 k

Disclaimer: this is not how Lee Taeyong is at all! This is merely fiction! Cheating is also not okay, just be kind, people and love truthfully!

You knew something had changed, when you heard Taeyong walk into your shared bedroom.

He was out late again, working on choreography and writing lyrics at the studio.

A month ago he would have cuddled up to you in bed, pecking you on the cheek, before he would fall asleep with his arms wrapped around your body.

But he had stopped doing that and just got into bed as silently as possible, trying not to wake you up. You were awake though. Thinking about what had changed between you two.

In the morning you would get up before him, staring at him sleeping peacefully in your bed, regretting whatever you did wrong.

You were making breakfast for the both of you when Taeyong joined you in the kitchen, his blonde hair messy and his eyes sleepy.

“Good morning”, you smiled at him, tempted to stroke his hair. Taeyong’s cold expression brought you back to reality. “Morning”, he mumbled, grabbing an apple from the counter.

You wanted to tell him you made breakfast for him, but he was faster. “I’m going to the studio. It’ll be late, no need to wait for me”, he announced, not waiting for an answer and disappearing back into the bedroom.

Your stomach twisted, you just couldn’t understand what you did wrong. You weren’t even hungry anymore, putting the freshly cooked food in the fridge for another time.

You were determined to win Taeyong back, even if you didn’t know why you had lost him on the first place. Maybe he got tired of you because you never surprised him. Maybe he wanted you to be more spontaneous. With these thoughts in mind you bought coffee and made your way to the studio.

You entered the recording studio, knowing Taeyong was alone, as it was late already. He stood in the recording booth, practicing some random verses. He looked good, wearing a white tee and ripped black jeans. His blonde hair was messy, as he was constantly running his fingers through it.

To be honest, he just looked tired.

Your breath hitched in your throat, when he locked eyes with you. Taeyong put down the headphones and stepped out of the booth.

“What are you doing here?” He walked past you, pressing some buttons on the computer.

“I brought you coffee”, you smiled, placing the Americano down next to him. Taeyong side eyed you, noticing your black coat. You felt his hot gaze on your body, making your cheeks flush.

“Yeah, actually I’m not just here for that.” Carefully you pushed Taeyong down on the leather chair behind him. He let you guide him, intently watching your every move.

You placed a kiss to his soft lips, before you grabbed his hand, guiding it to open up your coat. It had been a while since you last kissed and you had missed him. The feeling of his lips against yours. Taeyong watched you with intense eyes, opening the coat to reveal a set of white lingerie.

You had bought it just for him and felt nervous to show yourself like this, since it had been a while you two last had sex. Or just any other intimate interaction.

You sat down on his lap, your eyes never leaving his face. Taeyong gulped visibly, before you placed another kiss on his lips, this time using your tongue. His hands roamed around your body and his member twitched beneath you. Fuck, he felt so good.

Your hand traveled down his chest, all the way to the button of his jeans. You stroked him through the fabric, making him inhale sharply. “I want you, Taeyong”, you whispered, a sudden desperation in your voice.

There was a flicker in Taeyong’s dark eyes, his hand moving to yours and grabbing it quickly. Just when you thought you got through to him, he removed your hand from his crotch, pushing you off his lap.

You stepped back, watching him with sad eyes. Did he really not love you anymore?

Taeyong got up, cursing under his breath. “Don’t fucking do that”, he mumbled, his eyes moving quickly.

“Taeyong-“, you tried to reach out to him, but he moved past you and got back into the recording booth. You felt so vulnerable, closing the jacket and hugging yourself.

Was that it? Was that how you broke up with him? Why couldn’t he just explain himself or at least talk to you? You wiped away a tear that threatend to run down your cheek and left the room.

In a quick pace you moved down the long corridor, making your way to the exit, while trying to calm down. On your way around a corner you bumped into someone’s chest.

“Y/n?” Doyoung smiled down at you. You greeted him quickly and hoped he wouldn’t notice your glistening eyes.

“Are you here for Taeyong?” You started shaking your head vigorously, trying to smile back at him, but you looked rather awkward.

“I’m on my way out, actually.” Doyoung’s smile faded a bit. He just knew you too well, sensing that there was something wrong.

“Everything alright?” He furrowed his brows. “Yeah, don’t worry. I’m just tired”, you waved your hand around. “I’ll get going now, see you around.” Doyoung nodded, waving goodbye to you and watching you walk away.

Something for sure wasn’t right. You didn’t look happy at all. And Doyoung wondered why?

Back home you cried yourself to sleep. You loved Taeyong too much, how could he so easily turn away from you? That night he didn’t come home at all.

You just got out of the shower the next evening, when Taeyong texted you. You hadn’t heard from him the whole day and felt beyond disappointed. He could have so easily talked to you, but he chose to ignore you. “I’m out with the boys”, the text read. You didn’t reply and went on with getting ready for bed.

You were lying awake for way too long now, taking a glance at the clock to see it was not even midnight yet. Your phone suddenly rang, it was Doyoung.

“Hey y/n”, he greeted.

“Doyoung.” You often talked over the phone like this, but it had become less and less after Taeyong distanced himself from you. You felt weird being around his friends without him, which was stupid to be honest, as they all seemed to like you a lot.

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?” He gasped a little, probably just now realizing how late it was.

You chuckled. “No, don’t worry.” It felt good to talk to him again. “Are you also at the club?” You were curious. Honestly you just wanted to know if Taeyong had maybe talked to them about you. Who knows, maybe he was more talkative with them than with you.

“What do you mean? Who’s at the club”, he asked confused.

You chuckled nervously. “Taeyong told me he was out with you guys.”

Doyoung was quiet for a moment. “No. Taeyong did go out, but not with any of us. He went out with Jia, she’s collaborating with him, I don’t know.”

Your heart sank and you sat up in your bed, turning on the lamp. “What”, you mumbled. “Which club?”

“Pretty sure they went to Octagon. Is everything okay, y/n? You know you can tell me”, Doyoung reminded you softly.

You bit down on your lips, emotions washing over you. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m going back to sleep now”, you lied. Doyoung didn’t ask any further questions and said his goodbye before hanging up.

You sighed, dropping the phone on the bed. Taeyong lied to you. He had lied. But why? Did he cheat on you? Was he cheating on you right now?

He was. In the past week, while you were waiting at home, doubting yourself and everything you ever did wrong, he was with Jia. So he was now. In the club, dancing and making out with her, trying to get you out of his head.

That’s how you found yourself standing in front of the club the same hour. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater. To your luck, Doyoung showed up too, knowing damn well something wasn’t right. He got you in the club and searched for Taeyong with you.

When you finally spotted him you didn’t feel shocked or mad. No. You were sad. Sad, disappointed and broken-hearted. You still loved this man after all, even if you saw him cheating right here and in front of your eyes.

“Y/n”, Doyoung mumbled, following your gaze to Taeyong. Despite the loud music you could hear him clearly. Doyoung couldn’t believe his eyes either. Taeyong was cheating with Jia. His best friend was cheating on his other best friend.

Fuck.

“You knew?” Doyoung stared at you wide eyed, feeling nothing but empathy.

You nodded, tears prickling in your eyes. Seeing him make out with her so easily made you feel sick. You never thought Taeyong was able to hurt you like this.

You always thought the best of him. He was so caring. You didn’t know where it went wrong, but suddenly he treated you like you were the worst person ever. He replaced you and seemed to not even feel bad about it.

Walking towards Taeyong your steps felt heavy. You couldn’t lie to yourself any longer, he didn’t love you anymore. He hurt you and you wanted him to know that.

Stopping in front of him you waited until Taeyong caught your figure next to him, immediately staring at you with wide eyes. He almost pushed Jia back, startling her, before she also noticed you standing there.

Unlike him, she didn’t look fazed at all. You wondered if she even knew you were his girlfriend. You barely held back your tears and your voice was shaky.

“Whatever I did to you, I’m honestly sorry. I hope you’re fucking happy now.” You stopped for a second, taking in Taeyong’s face one more time, his shocked expression.

Quickly you disappeared in the crowd, making your way to the exit, Doyoung running behind you. As you got out of the club, the fresh air hit your face. Hot tears fell down your cheeks, as you slowly walked down the alley.

Doyoung came up next to you. “Are you okay”, he mumbled, putting a hand on your shoulder. You didn’t look okay. And he hated seeing you this broken.

Another voice called your name and you both turned around to find Taeyong angrily walking up to you. “Y/n”, he shouted.

He looked so angry and for what reason. Doyoung quickly stepped between the two of you. “Taeyong, fucking leave her alone”, he shouted, but Taeyong only pushed him to the side.

“You fucking knew”, he shouted at you and you stepped back, scared. “What sick game are you playing”, he added.

Now you got angry too, poking his chest with your index finger angrily. “I defended you all this time. I made up stupid excuses for you and your behavior, when you didn’t even have the guts to talk to me. This is so fucking low Taeyong, even for you”, you shouted back.

“Please, you’re obsessed with me. You even show up in the same fucking club, knowing I’m with someone else. You’re a pathetic bitch.” You saw the change of expression in his eyes as soon as he said the last words.

“Y/n-“ his face softened and he tried to reach out for you, but you quickly interrupted him, slapping him across his face.

Out of reflex, Taeyong shoved you to the ground and you landed on your butt. You gasped, finding yourself sitting on the cold asphalt. Taeyong realized what he just did and wanted to help you up, but Doyoung had already rushed to you side.

“Y/n are you okay?” Doyoung grabbed your hand. You couldn’t help but burst out in tears, letting Doyoung help you up. “Please take me home”, you whispered and he quickly nodded.

Taeyong watched you two walk away, Doyoung sending him a death glare as you both turned around.

He couldn’t believe how far he had went. He hated himself so much for hurting you. He had hurt you with cheating and now he had even hurt you physically. Taeyong never wanted this to happen either. He had been tired for a long time, stopped giving you attention and touching you. But you did the same.

When Jia came to the studio, flirting non stop, he just let her. He would mindlessly fuck her until you would give him attention again. But when the time came around and you did, he had grown tired of you, too.

He hated himself and he had projected it onto you until he hated you too.

You thanked Doyoung at the entrance to your apartment, watching him drive off with the taxi, before you entered the building. Unlocking the door, you walked inside, immediately aiming for the bedroom, just wanting to go to sleep.

You were shocked seeing Taeyong in your room, examining a picture of you two together. He turned around, looking at you. For the first time in weeks he looked as sad as you. As hurt as you.

“Y/n can we talk, please”, he asked gently, moving towards you.

“It’s too late, Taeyong.”

“I love you so much”, a tear rolled down his cheek.

“No, you don’t. If you love someone you don’t ignore them, or hurt them or cheat on them. You hate me Taeyong. And I don’t even know why”, your voice cracked before you could finish your sentence.

“No, y/n. I don’t hate you.” He stepped closer again, taking a hold of your hand. “I hated myself so much. I was so sick and tired of everything. I let it all out on you. And I’m honestly so sorry. I love you so much, please.”

You cried more, your heart hurting in your chest. His fingers stroked over the back of your hand, a feeling you had been longing for for such a long time.

“You cheated on me, Taeyong”, you whispered.

He nodded, pressing his lips together, to hold back tears. “I don’t have any feelings for her. Please, y/n. Believe me, please.”

“It hurts, Taeyong. I gave you my heart and you threw it away just like that.”

Taeyong’s other hand moved to cup your face, wiping away the tear that had left your eye. “I didn’t. My heart belongs to you, you’re the love of my life.” He paused, breath shaky. “I have no excuse. Cheating on you was wrong in so many ways. I started because I thought I would find my love for you again. But fuck, I realized it was never gone in the first place. I never want to hurt you again, y/n.”

You cried out one more time, before stepping forward and hugging Taeyong tightly. He immediately pulled you closer, rubbing your back and kissing your head.

“I love you so much”, he whispered over and over again.

After a while, you pulled away from him again, sniffling and wiping your tears away.

Taeyong was all you had and wanted, but his actions scarred you deeply. You looked up at him, pecking his lips softly. It was lovely moments like this you wanted to last forever.

And it was moments like this you wished you could turn back time, to make him stop hurting you. Taeyong was your world and all you ever wished for was to be his too.

But sometimes it’s not meant to be. You would find someone else, someone that would love and appreciate you, even if times were tough.

And maybe one day you’d be someone’s world. And maybe Taeyong would be someone else’s.

a/n: I rewrote this so many times lol I hope you enjoy it. It was my first attempt on smut so please bear with me. I’d also appreciate any feedback <3

[solediem]

reality re-written; a collection of thoughts and happenings ( @solivaganted​ )

[  🙤 · ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ·  ] ⠀━━   20 years in the future, reaper estate

“holly,  he’s  like forty  years  old. stan  someone  your own  age.  “

holly  sighs  heavily as  she  clips a  photocard  of the  ‘like  forty-year old’  to  her display  board.  her friend’s  opinion  was not  asked  for, and  yet  any mention  or  visual reminder  of  holly’s affinity  for  d:fi acts  as  some sort  of  invitation for  ridicule.

“  yeah,  but i’ve  been  looking for  this  photocard for  months.  it’s rare  and  i’m a  collector.  so fuck  off.”

holly  is  very organized  with  her collection  of  photocards and  albums.  albums are  displayed  on shelves  in  chronological order,  with  the packaged  photocards  pinned nearby  to  indicate the  era.  she does  her  best to  get  two copies  of  each album  –  one to  keep  intact an  one  to display  for  her own  pleasure.  sadly, each  album  only has  so  many photocards.  much  of her  collecting  is online  interactions  with sellers  willing  to part  with  pieces of  their  own collection  so  that holly  may  complete her’s.  

the  friend  sucks her  teeth  in annoyance,  mumbling  something about  knocking  her collection  over  if she  keeps  up such  a  rude demeanor.    holly  ignores her  friend  and stares  at  the photocard  that’s  completed her  most  recent collection  venture  –  clé:  levanter.

“  there  you go,  oppa  … home  with  the rest  of  your members…”

hanuel  lee  is making  a  peace sign  at  her from  his  new place  among  the other  cards.  her heart  swells  a little  with  pride.

don’t  be  so difficult  to  find next  time,  okay??

[  🙤 · ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ·  ] ⠀━━   20 years in the future, reaper estate

“hey,  you  finished levanter!”

holly  looks  up  from  her  book  with  a  smile  and  beams  over  at  her  collection. her  father  is  standing  in  front  of  it,  arms  crossed  over  his  chest  as  his  gaze  is  caught  on  the  latest addition,

“  yup!  it  came  today.”

“this  is  really incredible,  bean.  your  dedication  is  amazing.”

“call  it  what  it  is,  dad,  obsession.”

jayce    turns  on  his  heel  to  look  at  his  daughter.  the  bright,  beaming smile  she  had  faltering  to  one  a  bit  more  sad.  shame. there’s  nothing  to  feel  shame  over.  but  one  can  only  handle so  much  mocking before  the  words  start  to  hit.  she  can  say  ‘fuck  off’  to  her  friends  a  dozen  times, put  on  a  mask  of  how  proud  and  happy  she  is  when  they’re around.  but  the  moment  she’s  behind  her  doors,  the  pain  each  comment  made  opens  new  wounds  in  her  that  have  turned this  collecting  hobby  of  hers  from  the  joyful  affair it  was  to  something  much  more  bittersweet.

“  bean…”

holly’s  smile  is  gone,  “  it’s  like  …  “  she’s  quiet  a  moment, “  jia  collects cards  and  albums too.  but  everyone she  likes  is  her  age  and  having comebacks  every  month. but  because  i…because i  like  the  groups  and  the  singers that  i  associate with  you  and  mom  and  uncle  i…somehow i’m  the  strange one.  i’m  wrong— i  have  reaper cards  too.  and  x-gene.  you  guys  did  so  much  for  music, but  i’m  not  allowed  to  look  at  that  and  admire  that  …??  why  am  i  the  strange one  ??  is  it  because we’re  related  ??  do  i  have  to  be  some  obsessive  fifteen year  old  in  her  bedroom  two  cities  away  writing  fanfiction for  this  to  be  acceptable ??"

jayce  finds  a  spot  on  holly’s  bed,  and  within seconds,  she’s  up  from  her  armchair  and  crawling  into  her  father’s lap  like  she’s  a  child  again.  he  wraps  his  arms  around her  all  the  same.

“  reese  was  here  the  other  day  while  you  were  out  with  your  friends.  “  as  if  holly  needed to  be  reminded of  who  reese  kim  was,  her  father pointed  to  the  picture  of  d:fi’s  maknae hanging  a  couple spaces  to  the  left  of  hanuel,  “  i  was  showing  him  the  studio, and  when  we  passed  your  room,  he  asked  if  he  could  see  how  your  collection was  coming.  he  stood  there  staring  at  it,  and  he  was  so  quiet. i ��thought  something was  wrong,  but  then  i  saw  his  eyes.  i  think  if  he’d  been  in  there  by  himself he  might’ve  cried  a  little bit,  because  he  looked  the  way  i  did  on  reaper’s  final  tour  –  touched,  honored, amazed.  like  he  couldn’t  fathom so  much  love.  he  pulled himself  together  and  smiled  at  me.  and  he  asked  me  to  thank  you  for  remembering him  and  d:fi  like  this.

holly  presses  her  lips  together tightly  and  sniffs loudly,  desperately  trying to  not  cry.  to  know  he  understood her  and  her  intentions  brought a  sense  of  relief.  she’s  not  obsessing. she’s  not  going  overboard.  she’s  immortalizing.  remembering. letting  the  people she  grew  up  with  that  influenced  her  so  much  know  that  if  no  one  else  in  the  world  loves  them,  she  will.  if  the  world  decides  they  aren’t  worth  remembering,  she  will  remember in  spite  of  it.

they  deserve  as  much.  her  family  deserves to  be  loved  beyond  their  music  and  influence.

[  🙤 · ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ·  ] ⠀━━   20 years in the future, reaper estate

“happy  birthday!!”

holly’s  not  to  fond  of  surprise  parties. especially  not  when  they  consist of  some  thirty people  all  gathered in  the  main  house  with  party  poppers and  horns.  she’s  practically  on  the  floor  cowering  when  her  brain  registers  that  a  mix  of  friends and  family  had  gathered  to  celebrate  her  20th  birthday.

“  oh  my  god  …  “  she  can’t  even  register  happiness. her  heart  is  to  busy  trying  escape her  chest.

“  sorry,  sweetheart. “  her  mother puts  an  arm  around  her  and  guides her  into  the  crowd,  “  are  you  okay  ??”

holly  nods,  “  you  guys  scared  me,  my  gosh  …  there’s to  many  of  us  for  it  to  be  a  surprise.  this  is  a  heart  attack party,  fucking  hell…”

jaehwa  sighs  a  bit,  “  do  me  the  favor  of  keeping your  mouth  clean  at  least  when  you’re around  me,  hm?”

“  sorry.  “

their  conversation  ends  at  the  kitchen  island where  the  family has  gathered  to  watch  her  blow  out  the  candles of  a  very  tall  cake.  holly  tucks  a  few  strands  of  hair  behind her  ears  and,  with  a  deep  breath, manages  most  of  the  candles on  her  first  go.  when  she’s  taking her  second  attempt, the  estate’s  intercom system  sounds  to  let  the  house  know  someone’s  waiting to  be  let  in.  jaehwa takes  it  upon  herself  to  let  them  and  waits  a  little bit  by  the  door  until  the  guests arrive.

holly’s  made  it  through  the  candles  and  the  cake  is  being  cut  when  she  glances up  to  see  who  her  mom  is  greeting  at  the  door.  two  towering figures  stand  over  her  with  gift  bags  in  hand  and  toothy grins  on  their  face.  they’re bowing  politely  and  holding  out  the  bags  to  holly’s beaming  mother.

“  oh  she’ll be  so  excited!! these  are  from  all  of  d:fi?  that’s so  thoughtful.  “  holly  just  barely  hears.

she’s  straining  a  bit  to  identify  the  individuals,  but  when  they  turn  to  look  at  the  commotion that  is  her  party,  her  heart  drops  into  her  stomach,  and  she’s  caught between  a  happy  smile  and  an  embarrassed one.  reese  gives  her  a  small  wave  and  a  heart  with  two  fingers while  mouthing  what  she  assumes is  ‘happy  birthday’. from  where  she  stands,  she  gives  a  small  bow.

jaehwa  is  motioning for  them  to  come  in,  but  the  other  visitor is  shaking  his  head.  holly’s half  tempted  to  break  away  from  the  party  to  go  speak  to  them  directly,  but  cake  is  being  shoved in  front  of  her,  and  friends  are  pulling  at  her  for  pictures.  before she  gives  in  to  their  pestering,  she  catches  sight  of  the  other  visitor peering  around  reese  to  catch  his  own  glimpse  of  the  party.

gaze  meets,  and  holly  feels  her  heart  (that  finally made  it’s  way  back  to  her  chest) thud  against  her  ribcage.  hanuel smiles  and  holds  up  a  peace  sign  to  her  before  giving jaehwa  another  small  bow  and  directing  reese  out  the  door.  the  next  few  minutes  are  a  bit  of  a  blur,  as  all  her  brain  can  really  focus  on  is  hanuel  greeting her.

it  shouldn’t  be  so  odd  to  her.  this  isn’t  the  first  time  she’s  met  him,  and  it  surely  won’t  be  the  last.  but  something  about  that  moment felt  so  off. like  she  was  seeing  a  hanuel  she’d  never  met  before.  a  hanuel  that’s tugged  at  her  heartstrings  with  just  a  smile  and  she  can’t  seem  to  gather  her  senses  back  up.  the  world  had  shifted  beneath her  and  she  might’ve  fallen if  she  wasn’t being  gripped  onto  by  her  friends  still  pestering  her  for  pictures.

get  it  together, holls

[  🙤 · ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ·  ] ⠀━━   2 years ago, ‘my pace’ video set

music  video  sets  aren’t  a  new  thing  for  holly, but  that  doesn’t squash  the  rush  of  excitement that  comes  from  being  on  one.  especially considering  the  set  she’s  found  herself  on.  the  man  that  would  be  her  father  is  near  the  tech  set  up  behind the  camera,  talking to  staff  about  this  and  that,  and  holly  doesn’t care.  she’s  scanning the  tunnel  and  her  mind  is  filling in  the  blanks. in  her  mind’s eyes  she  sees  d:fi  running forward  followed  by  a  crowd  of  extras on  skates  and  scooters.  tickets are  on  the  ground  and  cameras  are  panning  around to  catch  different angles.  

it  goes  dark  suddenly,  then  a  single very  bright  spotlight is  turned  on  and  nearly blinds  her.  scaffolding are  being  moved  into  place  and  holly  realizes that the  next  part  of  filming is  a  dance  sequence.  and  judging  by  the  pink  and  purple lights  that  have  joined  the  spotlight  –  she  knows  exactly  which. and  she’s  a  little  more  giddy  than  she’d  like  to  be  showing,  but  how  else  is  she  expected  to  react  to  seeing  the  foundation  of  d:fi’s  career coming  to  life  in  front  of  her?

“  hey  –  “

holly  whips  around to  see  her  father  in  front  of  her,  looking a  bit  uneased by  the  affair that  is  a  breach  of  time  and  space.  understandable.

“hi.  hey.  sorry. i’m…”  she  stops, realizing  she  has  nothing  to  apologize  for.  jayce  just  smiles  a  bit,  his  expression  reading something  she  doesn’t quite  understand.

“you’re  in  the  middle  of  the  shot.  come  over  here.”

he  leads  her  away from the  spotlight  and  back  to  where  he’d  just  been  sitting.  from  this  perspective, holly  can  see  the  set  coming  together to  shape  the  image  she  has  in  her  mind  of  this  music  video. the  only  thing  missing  are  the  boys  –  and  as  she  waits  with  jayce  behind the  camera,  they  eventually  find  their  way  to  the  center  of  the  spotlight, stretching  and  chatting.

they  look  so  young.

even  knowing  that  age  never  really  catches up  with  these  boys,  they  look  and  feel  much  younger  than  the  polished and  perfected  senior group  she  knows  them  to  be  from  home.  they  haven’t  moved  to  their  starting  positions yet,  and  so  the  members that  would  start  in  the  back  of  the  formation are  standing  upfront and  center.  

gazes  meet.  for  him,  it’s  the  first  time.  for  her,  it’s  one  of  many.  but  just  as  on  her  birthday,  the  small  smile  and  wave  that  hanuel gives  her  sets  her  entire world  off  kilter and  she  stumbles a  bit.  her  father’s  behind her  and  catches her.  

“i’m  fine.”  she  says.  just  confused.  very  confused.

[  🙤 · ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ·  ] ⠀━━   2 years ago, ‘my pace’ video set  

“  …  hello, there.  i  was  told  to  bring  you  this…”

the  fact  that  holly  hasn’t fallen  over  with  the  way  everything  around her  seems  to  be  shifting is  a  miracle. hanuel  is  settled in  a  seat  near  the  back  when  she  approaches him  with  a  small  tub  of  water  bottles  on  ice.  the  dancer  beams  and  takes  one,  thanking her  profusely  and  starting  up  a  conversation.

it  literally  feels  as  though the  ground  is  shifting  underneath her,  and  to  avoid  looking like  she’s  going  to  collapse, she  sets  the  water  bottles down  and  takes  her  own  seat  while  they  talk.  she’s  a  theatre  major, and  he  thinks that’s  incredible.  and  ‘jayce-hyung’  is  really  nice  to  have  let  his  ‘niece’  stop  by  the  set.

he’s  talking  so  casually.  so  sweetly.  he  seems  fully  invested,  and  every  attempt she  makes  to  break  eye  contact  with  him  fails. the  longer  the  conversation  goes  on,  the  more  holly  leans  in,  not  even  realizing  that  she’s  inching closer  and  closer to  him.  he  doesn’t  seem  to  mind  it.  in  fact,  he’s  smiling  so  much  it  seems  his  face  might  get  stuck  that  way.  his  eyes  are  lit  up  and  he’s  reaching for  conversation  topics. he  wishes  he  could  see  her  perform, because  he  bets  she’s  really good.  because  someone related  to  jayce  must  be  talented,  right?

“  hyung  !!”

reality  crashes  back  down  on  them.  the  set  comes  back  into  view  and  they  acknowledge that  there’s  more  to  existence than  just  each  other.  reese  kim  –  a  lankier, more  akward  looking version  of  him  –  is  bounding  over  and  motioning for  hanuel  to  return  to  set.

he  asks  her  to  wait  around  so  they  can  talk.  she  agrees.  the  world  is still shifting.

[  🙤 · ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ·  ] ⠀━━   one and a half years ago, practice room  

she  can’t  stop laughing.  and  maybe it’s  because  she’s prone  to  giggle fits,  but  every word  out  of hanuel’s  mouth  makes her  laugh  harder. she’s  convinced  he’s doing  it  on purpose  now  because he’s  got  a mischievous  grin  on his  lips.

“  stop  it!! “  

he’s  not  doing anything.  it’s  not his  fault  she can’t  stop  laughing. holly  grabs  at his  arm  and takes  a  series of  deep  breaths, trying  to  calm herself  out  of her  own  hysterics. when  she  meets his  gaze  again, the  wicked  smile is  gone,  replaced with  gentle  eyes. eyes  of  admiration.

holly  wants  to  smack  him.

don’t  look  at me  like  that. don’t  give  me those  eyes.

because  he  doesn’t know  who  he’s looking  at.  he doesn’t  know  that their  time  is limited.  he  doesn’t know  the  truth. but  he’s  still leaning  into  her, and  she’s  leaning in  as  well. he  doesn’t  know that  the  next time  he  sees her  like  this, it  will  be awkward  at  best, mortifying  at  worst. but  their  foreheads are  together,  and he’s  holding  her like  she’s  suddenly the  most  precious thing  in  the world.  she  feels tears  in  her eyes,  but  keeps them  back.

she  wants  to not  kiss  him. she  wants  his lips  to  not feel  as  soft as  they  do. she  doesn’t  want her  heart  to be  soaring,  and she  doesn’t  want to  be  pulling him  closer.  the world  is  shifting beneath  her  again, but  she  feels less  shaky  in his  arms.

i  want  to stay…

[  🙤 · ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ·  ] ⠀━━   22 years in the future, backstage

you’re impossible. my impossible girl. but you have to live your dreams, yeah? don’t…get caught here by some stupid boy. you’ve got important things to do.

“positions !!”

the audience is filing in and holly’s mind is everywhere other than it needs to be.

you’re to talented to stay here. i love you. i’ll always love you.

“holls? why are you crying?”

two years! one would think that after two years she’d be alright again, but she’s not. the anguish has eaten at her since the day she left him behind and not a damn thing she does can assuage it.

all her photocards and albums are gone. her entire collection boxed and shoved into the corner of the garage, never to be seen again. every indication of her admiration wiped away as though it never happened. and she hasn’t seen d:fi either. not a single member, since the day she came home. it’s like they don’t exist. and she supposed rightfully so. she’d stay away too if she realized. the awful position she forced hanuel into, she can’t forgive herself. she had so much time while she was there to dissuade him, to not lead him on and yet

and yet

in her selfishness she let it happen. and now that time has put itself right again, surely he’s stuck with the realization of who he’d fallen for. surely he’s avoided every event and party she’d be at for that reason.

“ i’m okay. are we ready?”

she remembers the moments fondly. when she lets herself sink into them, it’s the most right she’s ever felt. but reality always brings her back and every part of her aches. she feels weak. heavy. like she’s wrong.

but the show must go on, as they say. holly’s dedication to her ‘dream’ is the only thing that’s kept her going. without something to focus on, the sadness is too much.  the stage is waiting for her. she’s come this far. she has to do it. she has to keep going now.

[  🙤 · ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ·  ] ⠀━━   22 years in the future, holly song’s memorial service

there  are  some  horrors  you  can’t  unsee.

there  are  some  tragedies  that  can’t  be  reframed.

there  is  nothing  that  sits  worse  on  the  hearts  of  parents  than  to  put  their  child  into  the  ground.

jayce  and  jaehwa don’t  see  anything but  her  that  day.  as  many  people surround  them,  they  perceive  no  one.  kind  words  mean  nothing.  holly  song  is  in  a  casket at  the  front  of  the  room  and  the  building is  packed  to  capacity  with  those  come  to  mourn  her.

she  was  to  young.  and  this  is  all  wrong.

her  parents  are doing  everything  in  their  power  to  hold  themselves  together as  person  after  person  comes  into  the  room  to  pay  respects. but  after  nearly an  hour  of  this,  jaehwa is  on  the  floor  letting out  cries  of  anguish  that  only  a  mother  could  make.

hanuel  is  in  the  next  room.  arms  over  his  stomach  and  head  bowed. the  sound  of  jaehwa’s  wails, however,  bring  him  to  the  ground.  he  sits  on  his  knees, doing  everything  in  his  power  to  not  be  loud  as  his  own  sobs  take  over  his  body.  he  doesn’t have  the  right  to  grieve in  such  a  way.  not  when  he  could’ve  prevented this  entirely.  but  that  truth  makes  the  pain  worse. better  to  have  loved  and  lost  than  to  have  never  loved  at  all.  such  a  sham  of  a  statement. he’s  loved  and  lost.  twice.

I  should’ve  stopped her.

[  🙤 · ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ·  ] ⠀━━   2 month ago, two star lobby

as  wobbly  as  she  feels, it’s  the  most  stable  she’s  felt  in  her  life.  her  mind  is  a  mess.  A  mix  of  memories  and  shifting  realities that  come  together to  form  a  jumbled  mess  of  a  new  existence. council  this,  fate  that,  reality this,  aries  that.  

she  needs  hanuel.

the  only  thing  in  her  jumbled  mind  that’s  certain is  the  necessity that  is  hanuel lee  in  her  life  again. he’s  moved  on,  she  knows  that.  she  can’t  expect him  to  be  what  he  was  before, but  for  the  love  of  everything,  he’s  the  only thing  that  makes  sense  and  the  only one  that  can  hold  her  up  while  she  gets  used  to  this  new  reality.    holly leans  against  a  column  in  the  two  star  lobby  and  slides to  the  ground, finally  giving  in  to  the  fact  that  her  body  is  not  yet  ready  for  movement.

he  says  her  name.  he  can’t  believe what  he’s  seeing, and  he’s  in  tears  as  he  falls  next  to  her  and  wraps  her  in  his  arms.  he’s  sorry,  he’s  so  so  sorry.  he  should’ve  never  told  her  to  leave. he  should’ve  held  onto  her  and  made  her  stay  and  saved  her.  he’d  been  broken since  she  left,  the  wolf  in  him  was  dying. everything  in  him  was  dying.

holly  lets  herself fall  into  him.

“  nothing  was  right…”

he  agrees.  he’s  never  letting her  go  again. he’s  her’s  forever.   there’s  much  to  talk  about  and  understand. but  hanuel  can  see  the  state  she’s  in.  he  doesn’t  say  anything  but  kind  and  loving  words  to  her.  a  hand  gently  strokes her  head.  everything is  right.  he  knows  exactly who  he’s  looking at,  and  he  knows  that  time  isn’t  limited  for  them.  

the  world  isn’t  shifting  anymore.

[magnus-the-maqnificent]

Flufftober Day 7

To A Wonderful Beginning

Alec paced through the room, fiddling with his hand cuffs as the clock ticked down to the opening.

“Alexander, darling, you need to calm down,” Magnus said from where he was pulling on his jacket, adjusting it accordingly in front of the mirror. Alec paused and looked at Magnus, biting down on his lower lip.

“I can help it, it’s the opening day! We’ve been for this day for ages and now I just-“

“First of all, stop biting your lip. Only I get to do that.” Magnus turned to Alec, giving him a stern glance, and Alec immediately released his lip.

Magnus’s face softened and he stepped closer to Alec, cupping his face and leaning in to peck him on the lips.

“Don’t be so nervous, love,” he said in between kisses. “This bakery is our dream, and it’s finally come true! You just need to let go and enjoy.”

Alec laughed nervously. “I know. It’s just- nerves…”

“Mmhmm.” Magnus pulled Alec into his arms, and Alec immediately wrapped his arms around Magnus,taking comfort in his warmth. “Is there anything I can do to indulge your nerves?”

“Not now, Magnus,” Alec chided, though a smile broke out on his face. He pulled away, looking into his husband’s eyes. “Just hold my hand through the opening, and I’ll be fine.”

Magnus pecked him on the nose. “I hope so.”

He glanced at the clock, and then took Alec’s hand, pulling him out of the room. “Now come on - there’s only an hour to the opening!”

Alec and Magnus had met in their second year at culinary school, both of them specialising in baking. They’d hit it off immediately, or atleast that’s what they liked to believe. They did have a bit of a rocky start when Magnus had accidentally mixed up his and Alec’s frosting, which led to Alec having a pistachio cake with caramel frosting, which in turn led to a food fight in the class.

But all of that was soon forgotten, and during their first date in a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, Alec confessed over a quaint dinner that he’d chosen baking because it was a hobby of his ever since he was a kid, and Magnus had told him that he was interested because he loved desserts, and when his parents refused to buy him too many sweets, had begun to make them himself. That night had sparked a romance between the two, until they graduated and had to go through several jobs in large bakeries and restaurants and the like, at which point they’d exchanged engagement rings. A few months later they got married. That was two years ago, and at some point they’d decided to run a bakery together, and now here they were.

The guest of honour that morning was Jia Penhallow, mayor of the town and mother of Alec’s beloved friend, Aline Penhallow. Alec squeezed Magnus’s hand when she cut the ribbon, earning a smattering of applause from the surrounding crowd. Both Magnus and Alec were dressed in modest suits that morning. They needed to handle plenty of desserts that day, and they also needed to look good. This was Magnus’s compromise.

Alec and Magnus were the first to step into the bakery, and Alec couldn’t help but inhale deeply. The bakery - The L&B Bakery, they’d decided to call it - had a rich yellow wallpaper, the colour of raw gold, and the furniture had a modest white and black colour scheme. Jia’s heels clacked against the hardwood floor as she followed them in, and Alec could hear his siblings and their friends’ chatter and laughter from somewhere behind. The bakery smelled like yeast and sugar, like chocolate and cookies and all things sweet. It was perfect.

The rest of the day went smoothly. Jia was offered the honour of being the first to order, and she’d wisely chosen a croissant. It had taken Magnus and Alec several hours the previous day to make them, but it had all been worth it when they saw the look on her face when she took the first bite.

Being the first day, the bakery was loaded with customers, so much that Alec barely had the time to hug his siblings and take their congratulations. The day went by in a blizzard of taking orders and handing them out, moving in between the kitchen and the front to make sure that the display was fully stocked. The only reprieve was lunchtime, during which Alec and Magnus sat back in the kitchen and enjoyed a simple home cooked meal that they had packed for themselves in the morning, though occasionally a customer would pop in and one of them had to run out.

It was hectic. It was nothing like Alec had ever done before, and yet he loved every second of it.

When at last the sign was flipped to ‘close’ and Alec could finally breathe, he shrugged off his jacket and hung it over his arm, walking over to where Magnus was pouring them two chocolate shots into tiny glasses.

Alec laughed as Magnus handed him one, and clinked their glasses together.

“To a wonderful beginning,” Magnus said, and they drank. Warm chocolate poured down Alec’s throat, and he couldn’t help but smile. It had been a wonderful beginning indeed.

“I can’t believe we sold out on our first day,” Alec said a little ruefully. “They didn’t spare us anything to celebrate with.”

Magnus chuckled. “I may have stashed away a few donuts in the back.”

Alec blinked. “You did?!”

Magnus shrugged. “Like you said, we needed to celebrate. And not many people were ordering the donuts anyway.”

“I can’t believe you,” Alec said with a smile, and followed Magnus into the kitchen. Magnus grinned at him, and pulled out a tray of donuts laden with powdered sugar out of the oven - which, by the way, was turned off.

Alec leaned against the counter beside Magnus, taking one of the donuts and biting into it. He could tell immediately that these were of Magnus’s making - they were just the right amount of fluffy and chewy, sweet but not too sweet so as to leave your tooth aching, and the sugar practically melted in Alec’s mouth. Alec’s intuition had nothing to do with the fact that he’d paused to admire Magnus earlier that day when he’d bent to pull the donuts out of the oven. Nothing at all.

“I love your donuts,” Alec said, leaning his head against Magnus’s shoulder. Magnus turned into him, pressing a, he was sure, very sugary kiss into his hair.

“And I love your cookies,” he said. “No one can make them like you, I swear.”

“They’re fine, I guess.” Alec shrugged, and yelped when he felt Magnus nudge him in the ribs.

“Learn to take a compliment, Lightwood-Bane,” Magnus said, shooting him a cheeky grin, and Alec couldn’t help but grin back.

They stood in silence for a few moments, eating, and when Alec picked up his second donut, Magnus said,

“You know, I think we ought to get a little one or two.”

Alec frowned. “Children? We’ve only just opened the bakery, though.”

“Not now, of course.” Magnus waved a dismissive hand. “A few months later, after we get used to the bakery… it would be nice to have children.”

Alec softened, and leaned in closer to Magnus. “It would be wonderful, yes.”

He could sense Magnus’s smile, though he couldn’t see it.

He thought about it for a moment - having children, raising them together with Magnus, letting the, run around the bakery while he worked - and his heart hurt with love.

Maybe someday. For now, they had a bakery to run.

[pixiedst]

Dance With Me 01 // KYG

Request from @lost-midnight-flower​​

Hiii can I request a got7 fic? Maybe something along the lines of meeting the guys at a fan meeting or something and one of them falling head over heals with the reader? That seems pretty cute to me, is that weird? If you choose to write this, you can pick which member you want to write about ^^ have a great day/evening ahead! 

Genre: Fluff Pairing: Reader x Yugyeom Rating; PG-13 Warnings: None Description: Dance studio owner Y/N meets Yugyeom at a fan sign.  Word Count: 2,197 A/N: I’m sorry if my writing isn’t very good 😓 I haven’t written fanfiction in over a year. Let me know if you have any feedback! I’m always looking for ways to improve my writing!! 

Index // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

Dear Yugyeom,

Hello! My name is Y/N. I’m not really sure what to say and I don’t even know if you’ll read this, but here it goes.

I’ve been a fan for a long time, and I don’t regret a single moment. You captured my attention when I first watched your music videos. Your dancing is phenomenal, and you’ve inspired me to keep chasing my dreams of becoming a professional dancer. I’m sure I could never reach your level, but I managed to start a dance studio! It’s nothing big, but maybe that will change! Whatever happens, I just want to thank you for being the biggest inspiration in my journey.

I hope reading this will make you proud of yourself, for using your platform and abilities to bring hope to your fans, and maybe of me, for being able to get closer to my dreams because of you.

Thank you. I’m not sure what I would do without you.

Yours, Y/N

Yugyeom isn’t sure this is real. He reads the letter again, but it’s all the same. He’s used to praises, confessions, proposals, even, but being inspired enough to start a studio is a first. She’s telling him to be proud of himself, but he almost feels unworthy. He’s nothing special, yet here she is, commending him for her success. 

He laughs. Something ripples in his chest. He has to see her again, ask how her studio is going, if she’s well. The letter is too short, and he’s left with a bundle of questions. 

“Thank you. I’m not sure what I would do without you.”

He’s met so many fans and even gets familiar with a couple faces, but that’s it. It’s a busy life. But for whatever reason, he doesn’t want to forget Y/N.

-

Y/N wishes, more than anything, that relating to people were easier. 

She’d think to deal with her friends for two years would make her a professional, but her progress has been nothing but linear. They’re her colleagues—technically employees—but she doesn’t want to be alone. She has to be a good boss, a good teacher, and overall, a good friend. But God, are they exhausting.

They’re not terrible people and they have their moments, but she can’t find it in herself to care about Kim Soohyun starring in a new drama. It’s almost amazing how similar they are, like soulmates. It’s just a little unfair she wasn’t part of the package. 

“Y/N. Have you seen Royal Lover yet?” Sunhee asks.

Y/N takes a sip from her juice. She needs to come up with something fast. “That’s actually next on my list. I was planning to watch it later.” She’s going to regret this.

There’s nothing wrong with dramas. In fact, they’re great, but she’d like to watch them for herself at her own pace. They’re not exactly forcing her, but doing this is better than being excluded. This is how she finished five dramas in less than three weeks.

“Okay, okay, finish it as soon as possible! It’s sooo good. I cried at the end,” Areum says, and wipes a barbecue sauce stain on her shirt. She couldn’t care less about the mess, but she was fuming about Heechul and Momo’s relationship a minute ago. “Jia, what did you think about the ending?”

Jia, although busy on her phone, doesn’t waste a moment to reply. “All I’m gonna say for now is that I think it has one of the best endings in K-Drama history. We can text about it later, but we should stay quiet for now until Y/N finishes it.”

Areum shakes her head. “No, let’s text about it now!”

The rest of the lunch is quiet except for keyboard clicks and laughter. There’s no use getting their attention now. Y/N slumps against her wooden chair and sighs. Her eyes wander to a family in the indoor area of the cafe where they laugh at something the father says. She can’t remember the last time anyone listened to her like that. She looks back at the girls. 

Why can’t she be more like them? They’re weird, but they aren’t alone. They have people to talk to and connect with. Is there something she missed? Was there a handbook for social skills she never received? 

Why does she feel alone when they’re right in front of her? 

-

The metal seat is cool against the bottom of her thighs, and she instantly regrets wearing shorts. It took her a few stops to get seated. Her legs were ready to give in to the fatigue, so she’s not sure if she should feel guilty for hurrying after the seat before a child could take it. 

His mother glares at her, and she wishes she could explain herself, that she’s a dancer and needs to sit down after a long day at the studio. But the child pouts and looks at her too, and it bites at her conscience. She checks the map above the doors. Her stop is two stations away. 

She rises from her seat with a sigh and takes their place in the center. They don’t even thank her, but she doesn’t blame them. She closes her eyes and focuses on Yugyeom’s voice playing through her earphones.

Bad days aren’t so bad when she has GOT7. 

When she gets home, she prepares a bowl of ramen and a glass of milk, and spends the rest of the evening watching Royal Lovers, already wishing for it to be over. 

-

Yugyeom’s heart is going to leap out of his chest. 

The gold lights cast a soft glow in the room, and it makes the event feel cozy. Dark red theater chairs fill the compact hall, most of them already occupied. He searches through the crowd and looks away as soon as he finds Y/N. She’s here. It’s difficult, but he tries to look at other fans and focus on waving hello. This is gonna be tough, he thinks.

There are camera flashes, conversations, and the boys at his side. The fan sign is open, and the first batch approaches. Everything is familiar. Everything is the same. 

Except he can’t wait to meet a certain fan. 

-

Time is not in Y/N’s favor today. It’s too fast for her to process every second. She’s already finished talking to Jaebeom. Mark. Youngjae. 

There are too many words fumbling in her mind, she doesn’t even know what they are. The few she catches are too awkward to form coherent sentences. If only she could dance what she wants to say, but she would rather not make a fool of herself. 

Before she could realize, she’s standing before Yugyeom. 

“Welcome back!” He says and signs her album quickly. “Y/N, right? I read your letter from last time.”

Y/N tries to catch her breath. “You remember me? And you read my letter?”

He nods and takes her hands. His fingers clasp between hers, and he does this without breaking eye contact. Y/N’s heart races and her hands tremble. She tries to push every thought to the back of her head because there is no way this gesture could mean anything. He’s an idol. Fan service is part of the job, and clearly, he’s very good at it. 

“How’s the studio?” He asks.

“It’s steady. I could use more students, though. You know, with rent and everything,” she replies.

He nods. “That’s good. Just keep working hard, and it’ll be worth it.” He pauses for a moment before asking, “Do you have a letter today?”

Y/N’s heart beats a thousand times faster, and she hasn’t even had coffee. Why is he asking for a letter? Did he like the one she wrote? He did remember her. She didn’t even have to remind him of her name. Heat rises in her cheeks. If only she knew he’d want to hear more from her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was binging a K-Drama and forgot to write one.”

He looks down before he meets her eyes again. “That’s all right. Are you coming to the next fan sign?” 

She nods. “Yes! I’ll write you a letter by then!” She takes her hands away for a moment to pull bunny ears out of her bag. “This is compensation.”

Yugyeom lowers his head and lets her place it for him. When he looks up, a staff woman from behind places her arm between them before he could speak. His body droops as he releases a sigh. Time’s up. 

He takes her hands one more time and shakes them like pom-poms. “See you next time, Y/N. Fighting!” 

Y/N’s heart soars. Even as she faces the rest of the members, her mind replays her meeting with Yugyeom. His hands are gentler, and his smile is wider. It’s like he was genuinely happy to see her. If only she could return to the back of the line and talk to him for a few minutes more. 

Like a movie stuck on repeat, her memories are full of Yugyeom. She doesn’t care when people glare at her as she hums in the train, or when she almost hits a woman with her swinging arms at the sidewalk. 

She couldn’t be happier. And it’s all thanks to Yugyeom. 

-

Y/N is sure her eyes are fried. 

They’re sore from the bright TV screen that illuminates the dark living room, which she knows was already a bad choice. She didn’t have the energy to turn on the lights when the sun went down. 

She wasn’t completely unproductive, though. On the coffee table is her laptop uploading a new YouTube video. It’s not a big channel, but the comments make up for it. It’s the only place, along with Instagram, where she feels like she has a voice. 

Reality, on the other hand, has a different idea. It’s where she has to watch dramas 3 nights in a row to satisfy girls who only talk to her because she’s their boss. The only voice she has around them is directions in the studio and forced opinions. 

She takes a deep breath and opens the group chat. 

Y/N: I finished Royal Lover! I give it a 7/10. But you’re right, Areum, that ending was really good! Made me tear up!

Even typing that was draining. 

Jia: Finally kkk

Sunhee: Sorry, we moved on to Children of the Sun. You should watch it!

Areum: SO!! GOOD!! It’s about a doctor and a soldier falling in love!! I’M CRYING!!!!

“Unbelievable,” she mutters.

Except it isn’t. They’re the type to jump onto the next band-wagon in a snap. She shouldn’t be surprised. She sighs and slams her phone on the couch. There is no way she’s watching Children of the Sun. What kind of title is that, anyway? It’s time to take a break from dramas. The girls might throw a fit, but it wouldn’t be the first time.

SURPRISE LIVE: OLOLOLOLO

Y/N laughs at the title. A change from the weight on her shoulders. Their noise fills the room, which she prefers over clashing swords and exaggerated sobs. Her shoulders relax, and she takes a deep breath. GOT7 salvaged her night. 

“Let’s read some comments,” Youngjae says, leaning closer to the phone. “Say hi to Brazil. Hello. Bambam, speak French.”

“Baguette.”

Y/N throws her head back laughing and almost kicks her laptop off the table. She places it on the other end of the couch before coming back to the stream. The live chat is rapid, but she types a comment anyway. Maybe today will be her lucky day. 

Mark takes the phone from Youngjae. “Yugyeom, someone is asking what you’ve been up to lately.”

Y/N almost drops her phone. That’s her question! She licks her lips and grips on the cushion as she leans closer to the screen. 

“Oh, I’ve been watching a lot of dance videos! I enjoy watching fans cover our songs. It makes me feel proud. Some of them are even better than us.” The members hum in agreement. “Guys, if you have any dance covers or any dance videos at all, tag us! They make us really happy!”

Bambam nods. “Don’t be ashamed! Even if you’re just a beginner, we’re here to support you. We’re a team, guys! Fighting!”

She doesn’t wait for the live to end. She runs to her bedroom and rummages through the messy drawers. There’s no time to waste. The words flow right out of her pen, and she doesn’t care if the message is messy. She doesn’t know how long it takes but the ache in her spine and hand tell her it’s been a while. 

“Don’t be ashamed!”

They’re right. Dancing is who she is. It’s everything she’s ever done, and all she’ll ever do until her bones don’t allow it. She did not start a studio to be ashamed. She did it to grow. GOT7 may not notice her videos under the infinite amount on Instagram.

But there is a certain member who might.

-

Part Two 

[all-the-kpop-imagines]

All About Luv drabbles- Love U

Here’s the next set of drabbles, luvs. Sorry it’s so late, my sense of time is all screwed up right now. Hope you are all staying safe, healthy, and entertained during all this. 

-Admin JiA

Shownu stared at you as you moved seamlessly through the crowd of people. A simple company gathering, where you were his guest, and you still became the main attraction. He smiled fondly as he watched you converse with someone he didn’t recognize, before turning and throwing him a playful smirk. He was no longer interested in his own conversation, and he was surprised the person hadn’t noticed, but now his mind was even further from the room he currently stood in. He had been fighting to keep himself composed since he had picked you up that night, and the smirk on your lips, had finally broken him. Doing his best to be polite, though he wasn’t sure the other man had understood what he said anyway, he excused himself and made his way over to you. “Excuse me, do you mind if I steal her for a second?” He thanked the person you had been conversing with, before beginning to lead you to the door. “We’ve only been here an hour, are we leaving?” By the look in your eyes, he knew you were teasing him, but he gave you a smirk in return anyway. “Yes, because looking at you, I got one thing on my mind, and it isn’t business, Love.” 

You laughed as you watched Wonho and Hyungwon dance like idiots in the middle of the dorm. The room looked as if about fifty people had been there partying all night, instead of the small group that was really hanging around, celebrating. Monsta X was blasting, though the singers themselves were all singing intentionally off tune, and you were pretty sure Shownu was singing an entirely different song, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. All your friends, all the boys’ closest friends were happily tipsy, and the good mood was infectious. You had only stepped aside to take it in, and it was moments like this that made all their hard work worth it. As you turned to go get yourself another glass of wine, a hand locked around your wrist, and you were pulled back into a firm chest- one you would know anywhere. “Just where do you think you’re going?” His words were slightly slurred, but you weren’t sure if that was from alcohol, or sheer excitement. “To get some more wine, which you’ve clearly had enough of.” You laughed, spinning to face him. Wonho immediately pulled you into some kind of half waltz, despite the much faster music, sending peals of laughter from both of you. “You’re insane!” He only laughed again, as he whirled you past a disheveled MInhyuk, who had apparently fallen. “Yeah! You make me crazy, it’s not just the wine!” His words were lost in the noise, but the smile on his face was not. 

Kihyun smiled as you leaned into his side. He couldn’t deny that he loved having you close, and even if the other boys were around, he was tempted to pull you closer, or even into another position. He felt you chuckle, when his arm wrapped around you, and his hand settled a bit lower on your hip than normal. “Are we bold tonight?” You whispered, careful not to disrupt the movie the others were watching. In response, he only let his fingers begin rubbing soft circles on your hip, though the smirk never left his face. “And if I am?” He loved to challenge you, something he knew you also loved. “Hmm...I thought Yoo Kihyun was too conservative for such things. I was sure there was a clear line.” He could hear the smirk in your voice, even if he didn’t look over at you, part of him still fighting to maintain that sense of propriety, though the voice was getting smaller and smaller the more you pressed yourself against him. “Well then I guess you’ve got a challenge, hmm? Go ahead and take me right across the line, babe.” He glanced over at you, knowing his resolve would crumble, and sure enough, a few minutes later he was excusing you both, saying he needed to get you home before it got too late, and you were doing your best to maintain a straight face.

Minhyuk smirked a bit, as you sat next to him on the couch. He had come to visit, on your request, and halfway into the movie that he had no real interest in, you had turned to him, and kissed him. It hadn’t taken long before the movie was entirely forgotten by both of you, and now you sat, catching your breath, and staring at each other, waiting for one of you to make the next move. He was searching your face, finding only the same desire he felt, and trying to decide how to convey what he wanted. Despite his confidence that you wanted it too, part of him was concerned about being too pushy, about having read things wrong. That was why it had taken so long for you to get to this point, but unfortunately, Minhyuk was well aware he was far better at expressing his feeling through actions, than words. But he didn’t want to scare you off, or make things feel rushed. He wanted you to take the lead. He bit his lip, before looking back up at you, smirk once again on his face. “If you want me, like I want you, just take my hand and lead me up the stairs.”  

Hyungwon stared at you nervously, unable to find the words he was looking for. It had long ago been established that there were some kind of feelings he had for you, and he was sure you returned them, but the tension between you was getting to be too much. He had approached you in the midst of the wedding you were both attending, certain that the alcohol in his system would give him the courage he needed to finally say the words that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue for so long. Instead, he had fumbled, and ended up rambling, leaving you staring at him as if trying to interpret, though he could see that you were sharing the same thoughts. You were just waiting for him to vocalize them, and he was no longer sure how to do so. As he watched you flip your hair over your shoulder, he took a deep breath, and downed the rest of his champagne, offering you his hand. “I’m not going to fumble for words anymore. I know you know what I mean when I say I really wanna love you. Let’s get out of here.” He raised an eyebrow, his own smile coming back full force, as you let out an incredulous little laugh. “Well then. It’s about time. Lead the way.” He snatched his jacket up, as he led you toward his car.

Jooheon groaned again, as he tossed his pencil down on the desk. He was growing far too frustrated with trying to figure out this lyric, and he was about ready to call it quits, when Wonho sat down beside him. “What’s up man?” He looked up at the older boy, a heavy sigh leaving him. “I’m stuck on this stupid lyric. It was my own damn choice to write this song, but it just won’t cooperate with me, and I cannot find the words.” He ran a hand through his hair, tugging it slightly, as his head fell forward. Wonho reached past him, and picked up his notes, reading through it. “Ah, so its about her, huh?” He smirked at him, and Jooheon glared. “Yes, it is. And I know what I want to say, but I can’t find the words.” Wonho tilted his head, a curious look on his face. “Why not? Just say what you want to say.” Jooheon rolled his eyes. “Let me rephrase. I can’t say the word I want to, cuz they won’t play it on the radio.” Wonho let out a laugh, as he nodded. “I see.” He went silent, waiting for Wonho to elaborate. When no other comment was made, he sighed again. “Any suggestions, would be great, man.” He commented a little exasperated, and Wonho shrugged as he stood. “Just use the word. We’ll figure it out later.” As Wonho left, Jooheon shook his head, but wrote out the sentence anyway. 

Changkyun pouted a bit as he wrapped an arm around you, trying to ignore his own thoughts, and focus instead on the conversation you were having with your friend. He was more than happy to accompany you to your friends party, but he hadn’t anticipated just what that would mean for him. You tempted him enough on a regular day, but what was worse, was there was no way he wanted to risk making any sort of poor impression on your friends. And yet, you were wearing his favorite outfit, and radiating that same sense of confidence and happiness that had drawn him to you in the first place, and he really, really wished you had been there for more than an hour. If he dragged you out now, it would raise suspicions, and he was not going to be that person. Plus, he did really enjoy talking with your friends, and being part of this group...or he had, until you had returned from wherever you had gone with another friend, and it had been like the first time he’d seen you all over again. When your friend excused themselves to go get another drink, he let out a sigh, and turned to you. “You’re rude, you know.” You looked at him confused, but let out a little laugh. “What did I do?” He rolled his eyes, and pulled you close, tucking his head into your neck for a second. “The way you look right now, is so unfair.” He left a soft kiss, before pulling back, and smiling at another person, as they came up and started a conversation, not missing the smirk on your face. 

[chicagocityofclans]

Ronan C Cleirigh → Henry Cavill → Warlock

→ Basic Information 

Age: 1442

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight 

Powers: Necromancer 

Birthday: November 11th

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Religion: Buddhist 

Mark: Cleirigh 

Generation: 1st

→ His Personality Rather than talk about his feelings Ronan will bark out sarcastic comments, give death threats or blow it off as nothing he could not handle, as if it is nothing to worry about. He is a tough guy. Ronan pretends he can take it all while suffering on the inside. He does not come off as caring, but he is a man who feels deeply; he just hides the feeling well. Ronan does not trust easily and if someone is a human or non-warlock it’s more likely to not happen at all. He can be a good person to talk to; he knows a lot about life, but the person has to get past his brash outer layer. They may get lucky and find out that there is something a little deeper to him. Ronan is a necromancer and lives by the stereotype. He is a modern loner and prefers to be left alone. He has a permanent glare that has mostly everyone running for the hills. Ronan carries himself high above everyone else because he is confident in himself and his power. Since childhood Ronan has dabbled in death and dying, placing a dark cloud over his outlook on life and the living. As sinister as it may seem, he takes great pleasure knowing he has the power to either end life or give life with a simple gesture. 

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Owner of Shutter Magic International Imports & Exports and Mentor

Scars: One scar. Starts at above left eye and over left eyebrow. (140 Stitches)

Tattoos: Half lower arm sleeves on both arms. And Death’s vine on his middle finger.

Two Likes: Silence and Being Alone 

Two Dislikes: Crowds and Technology

Two Fears: Life Without Magic and The 5th and 7th Circles of Hell

Two Hobbies: Training/Mentoring and Expanding his Knowledge of Supernaturals

Three Positive Traits: Suave, Sacrificing, Influential

Three Negative Traits: Irritable, Pessimistic, Ominous

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Elizabeth Quim (Mother): Ronan doesn’t remember much about his mother. Simply that she cared for him and raised him until he left home.

Sibling Names:

Kaylor Cleirigh (Sister): Ronan is a protective older brother. Kaylor loves to push his buttons and question his ethics. He still loves her… sometimes. 

Roman Cleirigh (Brother): Roman and Ronan’s relationship is the strongest out of the first generation Cleirigh siblings. Ronan basically raised Roman. 

Garrett Cleirigh (Brother): Garrett has always been Ronan’s best friend.

Children Names:

Nathan Cleirigh (Son): His oldest son. Ronan and Nathan's relationship has always been a little rocky but for the most part they can live with each other. 

Ethan Cleirigh (Son): His middle child. Ethan wasn’t planned but Ronan has no regrets when it comes to Ethan and what he has done with his life so far. Ronan is proud of his middle child and hopes that Ethan can learn from himself and Roman in order to take over the family business someday.

Sean O’Payne-Cleirigh (Son): His second middle child. Sean was cursed with the same power as Ronan. Unlike his brothers, he had no control and used his powers for unspeakable things. Ronan personally decapitated Sean and took his heart.

Judson Cleirigh (Son): His third middle child. Judson was his youngest son until recently. Ronan doesn’t have favorites when it comes to his children but he does favor Judson and his active role in the supernatural community. While Judson takes after Roman with potions, Ronan is grateful that he took time to learn about wards, spells and charms to appease him. 

Teyla ‘Tikka’ Cleirigh (Daughter): Tikka is Ronan’s first and only daughter. She came as a surprise to Loland and himself. The scent of death looming on her soon after her birth was also a surprise. They’re both excited to teach their little necromancer everything they know.

Altair Cleirigh (Son): His youngest son. Loland wanted to try for another child after Tikka was born. With their daughter’s birth, Loland realized she missed having children in their home and Ronan agreed. Much to Ronan's disdain, Altair has the power of disintegration, same as Garrett. Ronan remembers the hell of raising his younger brother and isn’t ready for round two just yet. 

Romantic Connections:

Ishtar Loland Cleirigh (Wife): Ishtar is Judson, Teyla and Altair’s mother and proud step-mother to Ethan and Nathan. Ronan is madly in love with Ishtar and often refers to her as Loland. While their relationship could never be considered as normal, they are both loyal to their vows and commitment to each other. 

Josephine O’Payne (Dead): Jo was the mother of Sean. She kept their son away from Ronan. Ronan blames her for the way he was raised and turned out. Before he dealt with Sean, Ronan had to kill Jo. He doesn’t regret it. 

Willow Radium (Ex-Girlfriend): She is Ethan's mother. She left Ethan at Ronan’s doorstep when he was a few months old. Ronan had no clue that she was pregnant when they broke up and had abandoned the home she knew of months before. If it wasn’t for his active wards Ethan would have eventually died there alone. Ronan has never tried to look for her. It’s rumored that she is dead. 

Lilith Harlow (Sex Partner): She is Nathan mom. Lilith and Ronan are no longer friends and he would rather forget about that phase of stupidity. 

Platonic Connections:

Brighton ‘Bee’ Genesis (Brother-In-Law): Ronan considers Bee to be his full blooded brother and never refers to him as brother-in-law anymore. 

Ryan Cleirigh (Grandson): Ronan refused to help raise Ryan when Judson brought him home but he caved in soon after seeing the straight bullshit Judson was putting the child through. Ronan hopes Ryan will follow in his footsteps and become a master of wards and spells.

Duke Thornton (Distant Cousin): Duke has a Cleirigh mark that seems to be a few generations old. However, none of them can figure out from where since Duke has no memories of his parents. Ronan took in both Duke and his twin brother, Aries, when they were well in their late 300s. 

Aries Thornton (Distant Cousin): Ronan is always bailing Aries out in one way or another. Theirnology runs in their family and Aries, like Duke once did, thinks it's fun to mess about with the supernatural creatures he can control. This causes Ronan to gray quicker than his own kids. 

Akasha Genesis (Niece): Akasha is a miniature of Kaylor. They both can get on his last nerve and then soothe him, as if they were not the cause.

Gennifer Genesis (Niece): Gennifer was one of the reasons Ronan didn’t want kids. They have a stronger relationship now that she is an adult, but she was a horrible toddler and teenager.

Owen Genesis (Nephew): Owen is much like Nathan. He does not rely on his powers and he does not have a lot in common with Ronan.

Eric Lasiter (Former Mentee): Ronan considers Eric to be a good friend of his. If he could label someone else as his best friend without freaking out his brother, Eric would be it. 

Talia Cleirigh (Former Mentee): She’s not bad. Ronan likes her and he approves of her dating his son, Ethan. She excelled as a student and helped Roman through dark times. He gave her the Cleirigh name without batting an eye. 

Kady Gaines (Former Mentee): Kady joined the Cleirighs to mentor for her Master level powers. Ronan has sought Kady out while she was still working on her advanced powers and offered to mentor her once she was done.

Jia Hu Cleirigh (Former Mentee): Jia is one of the only warlocks that isn’t family that Ronan is fine being around and allows into his home. Although, he keeps his thoughts about Jia and Garrett's relationship to himself.

Winifred ‘Winnie’ Zhao (Former Mentee): Mentoring Winnie was easier than Ronan’s usual mentees because of his past experiences with dream manipulators. She left to expand her knowledge in potions but they still keep in contact.  

Lyra Cleirigh (Former Mentee): Lyra switched around from Ronan, Roman, Garrett, Kaylor, and other mentors before mastering evocation. Ronan offered her the Cleirigh name after her training since her family had disowned her. She is so far the only person to ever be mentored by all the 1st generation Cleirigh.

Helenus Askeris (Former Mentee): Ronan considers Helenus an old friend and rarely addresses him as a former mentee. Although, Ronan has kept his disapproval to himself about Helenus and Nathan’s past relationship.

Bill White (Former Mentee): Ronan has watched after and mentored Bill for centuries. He is unsure if it is because they share the same powers or Bill parents' prejudice towards necromancers and evocators but Ronan considers Bill family.  

Audo Wilhelm (Mentee): Ronan chose Audo because he has great potential and Ronan likes pissing off the Wilhelms. He’s considering giving Audo the Cleirigh name if he continues his mentoring with him. 

Ken McStevens (Mentee): Ken tried to feed off of him once to see what would happen. Ronan was not a fan and instead attacking or killing him, Ronan chose to mentor the fool. Ken is slowly growing on him and Ronan finds him entertaining. 

Jev ‘Patch’ Cipriano (Family Friend): Patch has been his son's best friend since Ronan could remember. Patch embarrassingly keeps him on his toes. Sometimes it feels like he has six kids instead of five. There’s no hatred for Patch but Ronan cannot wait for the day Patch learns to shut up and mind his own business.

Averill Sookram (Friend): Averill and Loland share the same powers. Averill has become somewhat of an ally and a good friend to their entire family. 

Jace Cicero (Friend): Ronan has nothing against Jace as a witch or his powers. Once, Ronan simply believed that Jace should not be on the Council. Then they talked and Jace is not that bad. Ronan genuinely likes him.

Minsky Edison (Friend/Annoyance): Since becoming serious with Kudzai, Minsky and Ronan friendship has taken a drop. Ronan still invites him over for playoffs and beers.

Tristan Lawton (Acquaintance): Kudzai has recently informed the Council that one of her mentees may have been misplaced as a Biokinetic. Ronan has heard Tristan’s name floating around and has fixed a few of his accidental deaths. Kudzai is unsure about him being a Biokinetic and believes he may be something else or something new entirely. Minsky and Ronan have been doing research to try and help figure it out before Tristan can do more damage in the wrong field. 

Katherine ‘Kate’ Brooks (Acquaintance): Kate is the female human that spends too much time with Patch, Ryan and Judson. He’s unsure how he feels about her.

Hostile Connections:

Belle Cunningham (Annoyance): Belle has been annoying Ronan to save her mother, Velma. He has repeatedly told her no but she is persistent. 

Kudzai Rinker (Annoyance): Ronan believes Kudzai purposely goes against him on Council decisions. She is constantly competing with him.

Pets:

None

→ History Ronan doesn’t remember much about his early life besides his mother's face. She didn’t look like him and he didn’t look like her. He remembers the town people shunning them because of the horrible smell of death around their hut and their dying land. Later on, long after he left town and his mother’s death, Ronan found out it was because of him. A weird phenomenon that all necromancers face. He learned to walk as they sailed across large bodies of water, never staying in one place too long. He doesn’t remember where he and his mother originated from but he does remember running into a warlock in Persia at the age of 16, days after his mothers’ death.

Augustus knew what Ronan was the moment he saw him and his mark. He took him in and introduced him to the supernatural world. Little was known about necromancers, few usually joined the supernatural community, and when they did they stayed to themselves. Ronan was happy to help Augustus and the Persian people as he learned about their history and started training with his powers. Ronan noticed a change in Augustus the more he learned about his powers and the more control he had over death. He knew he was in danger and missed constantly moving as he once did with his mother. Ronan left Augustus and Persia behind, touring Europe and Asia as he mastered his advanced powers and dabbled in the darkness of supernatural spells, potions, curses and shields. However, Augustus wasn’t always too far behind him, spewing to life that necromancers were soulless and should not be allowed within the supernatural communities. For the first time in his life, Ronan was caught off guard, blinded by the small seed of compassion he still had for Augustus. As a result, Ronan's head was chopped off and his heart removed from his chest to keep him from resurrecting. 

That’s where Kaylor, who he found out shared his mark, found him nearly 80 years later. She placed him back together again and helped him gain his revenge. He didn’t care if he gave necromancers everywhere a bad name. He became what they thought of him and much worse. He took young Kaylor and her husband Brighton under his wings and vowed to find everyone that shared his mark and protect them from the stupidity of the witch and warlock kind. That’s how he eventually found Roman as a baby and Garrett as a teen. It was hundreds of years later and the list of shunned powers grew and his cruel nature against his own kind became notorious. 

Ronan was in his mid seven hundred when he found out one of his sexual partners was pregnant. He never wanted kids and definitely not with Lilith. He tried building a life with her after finding out about her pregnancy, and confirming it was his, but it was short lived. He should have learned his lesson with her but years later another toddler was left on his door steps by a woman he tried to get to replace Lilith as their son, Nathan's mother. Ronan and Willow had broken up months before and her method of dropping the toddler off on his doorstep was unacceptable. If it weren’t for his siblings Ronan is sure he wouldn’t have survived with the two crying little shits. He met Ishtar by chance in Brazil as they migrated towards the New World and he was sure it was love at first sight. He nearly killed her, believing she was using magic to captivate him until Ethan giggled and hugged her leg. Ethan never giggled. He, Kaylor, Roman, Garrett, Bee, and Nathan tried many times to get the toddler to laugh and he just wouldn’t. Ronan was sure she had done something to his son too but the second pause was long enough for Ishtar to open her mouth and send him crashing into a wall with a spell. Roman and Kaylor calmed him enough to explain she was protecting herself. She wiggled her way into their lives and joined their travels. It wasn’t long before Ronan knew she was the one and they were married before they reached the Mexican border, where Ishtar gave birth to their son, Judson.

With a growing family and a different view about necromancers, Ronan settled into a less violent way of life and living. He took on a few arcane and mental mentees, helped the locals with warding and shields, and petitioned to have the Cleirigh mark added permanently to the Book of Marks. It took him another three hundred years to clear the deadly stereotype he had made for himself and other necromancers. Only then did he feel okay settling down in one place; Chicago, Illinois. While they did leave when people became suspicious of their age they always returned. Ronan earned a spot on the Council and became notorious for being a great mentor rather than pain and death.

→ The Present Ronan is focused completely on his mentees, business and his seat on the Council. While Ishtar and his two youngest are away on another expedition in Namibia, Ronan has been tasked with finishing their unfinished basement and looking after her herb garden. Ronan had also taken on two mentees that he normally wouldn’t and is out of sorts on how to train them or where to start beside the basics. Not wanting to have his reputation ruined, Ronan has been harder on them than his previous mentees. After years of mastering his craft and becoming a notable mentor, Ronan is learning how to enjoy himself and the life he has built. He’s considering taking time off once Teyla has reached the age of 10 years old, Altair would be nearing 8 and a half, to teach them personally how to teleport and other basics to being warlocks.

[daebakinc]

JB from Got7 in a Pirate Prince AU pretty please! Genre: Romance/Drama ^^

So I totally missed the genre when I read the request, but thankfully the AU naturally leans towards that lol. You’re the only one who’s requested so far, so your drabble turned into more of a mini fic. Hope you enjoy!

At this hour, the docks are less crowded. Most of the usual inhabitants are back at home, out at sea, or mired in the taverns. Now, the only obstacles you have to worry about are the uneven cobblestones, puddles and the occasional drunk. For that, you are eternally grateful as you race back to your tavern, The Moon, with your precious bundle.

“What kind of idiot tavern-keeper runs out of wine at night?” you mutter to yourself, jumping over a puddle.

You hadn't even heard of the vintage Junho had sent you out for with a hurried demand and gold thrust into your hand. He was lucky you were friends with the tradesman's daughter, Jia. She had unlocked the door when you pounded on it minutes after the shop closed and let you in. Thankfully, she recognized the name of the wine and dug it from the cellar.

Why in the world Junho needed this wine so desperately, you had no idea. The tavern's own cellar had been full when you last checked it to get more rum for Chan's recently docked crew. He could have easily pulled a wine from there. Any sailor worth his salt knew you went to The Moon for good food and better alcohol to chase away the cold of the sea.

Turning the corner, you can see The Moon herself. Moonlight slants across her sign, a crescent moon high above unruly waves. As it always does, your heart warms at the sight of the light-filled windows and from within,, the faint tune of a sea shanty passed down through so many hands none knows where it came from.

Sure, the clientele could be rough, with its mix of merchant sailors, naval soldiers, and pirates alike rubbing elbows. But you can hold your own among them. You can throw a punch as hard as any man and drink just as much as one too. Plus, the drunk ones usually tipped incredibly generously.  One day, you'll have enough money saved up to open your own tavern to rival The Moon.

“One day,” you say softly to yourself. Slowing your run to a walk, you walk down the street.

A shadow melts from an alleyway and blocks your way. Back bent, the figure holds out a weather-worn hand. “Spare a penny, miss?”

“I'm sorry, sir. I don't have any money on me,” you reply, kicking yourself for leaving your purse on your bed. You move around the beggar. “But if you come to the back of the kitchen of The Moon just down there, I can get you some hot food if you'd like. Just ask for–”

Faster than you can react, the man straightens, grabs your arm, and slams you to the wall of the shop. Clapping a hand around your mouth, he growls, “I don't want food, damn you. You night wenches always have gold on you. I asked nicely, so now I'll just have to take it.”

You splutter and try to bite his hand, but his grip is too tight. When you try to kick him, he slams his body more fully against yours, your head smacking against the stone so your vision blurs. That doesn't stop the disgusted shiver that racks your limbs as your attacker's hands roam your body in search of money. Instead, he finds the wine in its sack and wrenches it from your grasp.

“What is this?” He holds it up to the streetlamp, trying to read its label.

A hand snatches it from him. “This is mine, as is the woman.”

You both turn your heads to stare at the interloper. Spotless black boots and trousers hug his legs and the street lamp's light catches the silver thread in a white shirt that flutters slightly in the night breeze. More silver winks at his ears, partially hidden as they are beneath shaggy ebony hair and the gray velvet hat on his head. If not for the circumstances, you would have very much admired his face, for it is more handsome than any prince's you've ever seen.

The foul-smelling man pressed against you recovers his wits first. “Yours? Says who? I found her first.” He tightens his hold on you, and you can't help the whimper of pain that escapes your covered mouth.

Something sparks in the other man's eyes, then dies as he shrugs nonchalantly. “If you want to do it that way, fine. I was trying to be civil, but you force my hand.” With the smoothness of a dancer, he pulls a pistol from his back and cocks it with his free hand.

You're suddenly dragged from the wall and held by the throat against your attacker. “This really your woman? You wouldn't shoot her then.”

You fight the urge to throw up as your heart pounds and your knees weaken with the lack of oxygen. You don't want to die tonight and now you just might. It's just a question of who will be your killer.

The handsome man winks at you. For a second, you have hope. Then a gunshot rings out.

You squeeze your eyes shut, prepared for death, but you feel nothing. Did he shoot you through the heart so you died instantly?

“Ha! You missed! You only had one shot!” The sound of your attacker's voice rudely brings you back to the present where you are very much alive.

“I did miss, but I did that on purpose,” he says with a smile. It's the cold smile of a cat who's caught his prey and is about to snap its neck. “Because he cannot miss.”

The unmistakable click of a pistol sounds behind you. The next second, you're on the ground, gasping for air. Footsteps run back towards the docks and the sea.

“Should I take care of him, your Highness?” a new man's voice asks.

“He tried to steal my wine, Jinyoung. You know the answer. Join us in the tavern once you're done.” Hands, much gentler than the pair before, grip your shoulders to help you sit upright. “Are you alright, miss?”

You're unsure if it's still your lack of air or just how impossibly good-looking the man is up close, but it takes more than a few minutes for you to find your words. “I'm fine, thank you, sir.”

“Jaebum is fine.” He lifts your chin with his thumb and forefinger, eyes searching over your face. “That may bruise later, but I think you'll be fine. He didn't hurt you anywhere else, did he?”

“No, he didn't. He might have if you hadn't come when you did.” You offer him a small, thankful smile, flattered when he gives you one in return.

Sweeping his hat from his head, he gives you the best bow he can for being already kneeling. “Rescuing beautiful, young ladies in distress is something I don't get to do a lot, so I can't let the opportunity pass when it happens. May I escort you to your destination?”

“No need, it's just there.” You point to The Moon's sign, trying not to let his compliment go to your head like strong rum. “I'm a barmaid there. But I will need that wine back, please, Jaebum.”

Jaebum shakes his head with a laugh. “I think I'll keep it as payment for my good deed. It is my favorite wine after all.”

“I thought you said you liked rescuing ladies in distress? Shouldn't you do it for free then?” You put your hands out to push yourself to your feet, but instead, Jaebum offers his hand. After a second's hesitation, you take it.

“What kind of pirate would I be then? Careful!” He catches you easily when your legs refuse to hold your weight. “Well, we can't have you continuing to sit on these cold flagstones. If you don't mind, my lady.”

With no other warning, his arm slides beneath your legs and you're suddenly airborne. Your hands instinctively goes to his chest, your fingers finding the slit of his neckline to meet both the warm skin and cool chain there. Bemused, you notice he's still firmly holding the bottle of wine.

“A pirate,” you remark as Jaebum carries you towards the tavern. “I should have known.”

“You have objections to my profession?”

“No. The wealthy who you rob have far too much money if you ask me, and in the end, all your money is gold.”

Jaebum laughs again, the sound as much music as the fiddle coming from within the tavern as you reach the door. “A woman after my own heart, though I do prefer silver.”

Somehow, he manages to open the tavern door without your help. To your surprise, silence sweeps through the large room like a winter-gale. All eyes are on you and Jaebum as he strides in and makes his way to the biggest table by the fire occupied by five men. They stand as Jaebum approaches.

“At ease, gentlemen,” he says, depositing you on one of the benches. “My lady, this is my crew. The best pirate crew you've ever and will ever seen.”

You notice now that despite the differences in their clothes, all of their shirts bear the same twin silver lines down the front as Jaebum's. Odd for pirates to wear uniforms, but you've seen stranger.

“Where's Jinyoung?” one of the men asks, glancing at you with questioning eyes. Behind him, the tavern slowly comes back to life, but many eyes continue to steal furitive glances at the table.

“He had to take care of a small rat problem, Youngjae. He'll be back soon.”

“And who is this?”

“My guest,” Jaebum says simply.

“I couldn't possibly,” you immediately reply, swinging your legs over the bench to get up. “I have a job to do.”

“A word of advice, my lady.” Another of Jaebum's men lays his hand on your shoulder, the weight not forceful, but its purpose undeniable. “When the Prince of Pirates himself requests your company, you comply.”

“The Prince of Pirates?” you repeat, looking at Jaebum again. Son of the Pirate King, the Dread Pirate Roberts?

He seems to read the unease in your face and gives you a reassuring smile that you're sure has charmed many other women before you. “You have nothing to fear from me, my lady. I can be the perfect gentleman when I want to be.”

“I –“ Your words stop in throat when he takes your hand to kiss the back of it.

“Tonight, you're my guest.” Those dangerous, intriguing cat eyes are back as he looks at you over your hand. “I insist.”

For the life of you, you can't find the will or desire to deny him.

[sadienita]

Wait For It - Part 3

Jeonghan x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning: fighting, name calling, putting down of someone’s beliefs and actions, lots of judgement

You had been avoiding Jeonghan as you thought over what you wanted to do about the situation. You didn’t know how someone who was supposed to be so right for you could be so wrong.

The summer was at once flying and dragging by. On one hand, you had barely spoken to Jeonghan since the barbecue. You responded to his texts but you made a lot of excuses as to why you couldn’t hang out when you were both free. You told him you were tired, or had to sort out your courses for next year, or that you had to call your parents. And each day felt like it was dragging on slowly. Your heart ached and you missed being by his side.

But you were upset. At first, you just told yourself you needed some time to process what you had learned. Jeonghan had a very different view of love and relationships than you did. You really weren’t sure if you were okay with it. How could something so important to you be so unimportant to him? How could he be so careless with himself while you had been so careful? The more you thought about it the more upset you got. Clearly he didn’t value what you did, but he was also your soulmate. You couldn’t just write him off but you didn’t understand how someone like him could be made for you. It just seemed so wrong.

So you got more and more mad. You were mad at Jeonghan for the way he’d acted, and you were mad that this was how it had worked out. You had a number of friends from home who had met their soulmate young. They had shared every first with each other and it was so much more special that way. You didn’t want to be just another girl for Jeonghan. You wanted to be special.

And you weren’t.

So each day dragged on as your mind stayed wrapped up in him. For weeks now you kept thinking about him, about what you knew, about what you were to him. A part of you was afraid that leaving him alone, he’d go out and find another girl. But so what if he did, that would just prove he was wrong for you. This was clearly a mistake.

At the same time though, the weeks were flying by. Early in the summer you had agreed to go on a camping trip with Jeonghan. Everyone in the house was going, even those who had gone home were meeting at the campsite. You knew pretty much everyone’s soulmates were planning to go too, with the exception of Tiyanna since she would be arriving in a few weeks when the school year properly started. The camping trip was now just under two weeks away and you were dreading it. You didn’t want to spend that much time with Jeonghan, especially since you were planning on sharing a small tent.

As it was you had only seen him a few times and when you did you barely talked. He tried to get you to relax and talk with him more easily but you kept shutting him down. You were sure he would get annoyed at some point, but you didn’t know how to go about this with him. You couldn’t just move on and leave him, he was your soulmate. But you were also angry and hurt and you didn’t know how to reconcile that. So you were short with him and he was going overboard with the compliments.

Maybe he was trying to appease you. Or maybe he thought you were feeling insecure, but he couldn’t stop calling you beautiful and telling you how incredible and special you were. That might have normally made you swoon, but at the moment you were more angry than anything. You knew you weren’t special to him. You knew you were just another girl. It felt like a lie.

So week after week you had put off seeing him but considering you were still going camping and you did have to work out who you were driving you had to talk to him. He insisted that you come over to go over everything so you found yourself walking towards his house in the late afternoon sun, the feeling of ice in the pit of your stomach at the thought of seeing him, of dealing with him. You wanted to turn and go home. You didn’t want to face him and the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you made your way up the lane only made you feel colder.

“Hey,” Jeonghan’s greeting was a lot more flat than usual.

You hummed in response as he let you into the house. You gave a small smile to Seungcheol, Mingyu, Joshua, and Ahin as they crowded around the kitchen table. You wandered in, peering down at all of their plans for the trip. They had nearly worked out who was bringing what for the long weekend trip and you the car organization was still underway.

“Jeonghan, you already have your tent, right?” Ahin asked.

“Yeah,” she said quietly.

Ahin smiled. “Perfect, okay so you two are driving together, and…” she trailed her finger along the paper with a frown. “Shua, who are they driving again?”

“Uhhh…” he peered over her shoulder, pressing closer to her. His eyes skimmed the paper but he quickly seemed to lose interest in finding the answer. There was a mischievous glint in his eye and he smirked before pulling Ahin back from the table, tickling her and laughing as she shrieked and giggled.

“Shua!” she whined as Seungcheol wandered over to the table. 

“Chan,” he hummed. “Since him, Jia, and Mochou will be getting back that week.”

Jeonghan perked up. “So I get to annoy Channie for two hours?”

You and Seungcheol snorted. You hadn’t met Chan yet but you knew he was the youngest one in the frat and you had heard he had two soulmates.

“I’m sure he’ll be thrilled,” Mingyu deadpanned.

The group chuckled lightly. You moved in closer to the table and took note of when everyone was leaving the house and told them what you could bring. The meeting didn’t take all that long and as you wandered out of the kitchen you were suspicious about why Jeonghan insisted you come over.

“Do you want to hang out for a bit?” he asked, trying to sound casual but with a nervous undertone.

“I’m pretty tired, honestly.”

“You always say that,” he muttered.

You pursed your lips. You knew he was getting annoyed. You knew he couldn’t keep feeding you lies forever. “So I can’t be tired?”

He crossed his arms. “Of course you can, but you’re looking for excuses to stay away from me. I can understand why you were upset after the barbeque, I get you didn’t want to hear that. But I have no clue why you’re still mad at me.”

You leaned against the banister of the stairs, not wanting to get into this. You should have known this was coming but you really didn’t want to deal with it.

“Your actions give me pause, that’s all,” you said cooly.

“What, that I’ve slept with people? Why would that be a problem? I didn’t even know you yet.”

You shifted a little. “I don’t know how you can do that. I mean, how do you just give your body to someone you just met?”

“It’s just sex!” he said, already exasperated.

“But it’s more than that,” you said angrily. “It’s a connection! It’s a sharing of something so special and you just gave that away!”

“Well it’s not a big deal to me, it can be important to you but it’s not to me,” he seethed.

“Clearly,” you muttered. “Clearly you don’t really care if you disappeared during a party with a girl you’d never met.”

“So what?!”

“So how many people have you just thrown your body at?”

You weren’t sure if the blush rising in his cheeks was from anger or embarrassment. “I don’t throw myself at people! I don’t just sleep with anyone! I just like sex, you’re telling me you don’t?!”

It was your turn to blush as you avoided his gaze, refusing to answer.

“Wait, so that’s what this is about?! If you’re insecure that you’re a virgin-”

“Don’t!” you said. “This is not about my experience!”

“It sure seems like it is!”

“You know, the sex would almost be fine, even if you are a man-whore-”

“Hey, tha-”

You cut him off, speaking over him now. “But that fact that you do this over and over! You date a girl and dote on her and then what? You break up and rebound and sleep around from girl to girl?! I saw how you looked at the girls at the party! How lon-”

Jeonghan took a step towards you. “Don’t you dare institute that I’m going to cheat on you! Don’t you dare!”

“But won’t you!” you seethed, stepping closer. “Clearly I’m just some other girl to you! What happens when I refuse to be another notch in your bedpost?!”

“You really think that lowly of me?” he said in quiet anger. “You really think that I’m going to abandon you because you won’t give it up right away?”

“I think that lowly of you because you gave it up so easily yourself,” you replied icily. “I think so lowly of you because nothing is special to you. Nothing is sacred to you and why would I want to give myself to a person like that.”

“And those things must be oh so sacred to you! You sound like one of those ridiculous prudes that waits until they meet their soulmate before doing anything!”

“And what if I am!?”

There was a beat of silence as he chose his response.

“Then you’re an idiot, holding onto a fantasy that means nothing and judging me as if you have some sort of moral superiority.”

You turned on your heel and made for the door. Jeonghan made no move to stop you as you stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind you.