#busan namja

[jihoonieeeee]

if you are dating woozi,i think your dates would be like...

trying out new restaurants, especially steak resto

gym dates... he's your trainer....

beach dates!!! of course, our busan namja loves the beach

yeah, studio dates...

stay at home date, reading manga or watching animes whole day

[bangbangielida]

DW patronizing SJ

SJ fights back. DW pointing to the camera

DW says 이세퀴, the name of the show he and WP filmed, while looking at SJ.

DW repeats 이세퀴. SJ finally realized what’s happening.

[sugarmochi]

I WANT TO BE THAT SOFT TOY SO BAD

Cr: @bts_twt

[hyung-line-wife]

Jungkook Scenario : You Find Him Cheating On You (Part 3)

Part 1, HERE. Part 2, HERE.

You glanced one last time at your image in the mirror before leaving your apartment. You were wearing a tight jean skirt that hugged all your curves in the right places, accompanied by a simple white shirt. Your outfit looked simple, however you felt the simple look highlighted your natural beauty.

Something that your needed for today, to give you extra confidence.

You slipped some black velvet strapped heels, which had a pretty flower embroidery. Now you felt completely ready and confident for today.

Quickly, you exited your apartment, closing the autmatic door behind you with an electronic sound. You started making your way to your taxi cab that was waiting for you in the entrance of your apartment. Indeed you were really nervous, and was neing showed in the way that your palms sweated frantically.

You were meeting JXK’s manager, in their company building, to discuss about their proposition to you, to participate in the program of We Got Married with one of their idols, Dawon. You had thought a lot about the possibility of accepting the offer, it really had more advantages than everything. It would skyrocket your popularity, it wasn’t as if you wanted to be famous, but you did wanted to have an accomodated life, and this deal would promote you different promotions of products.

Nonetheless, you were supossedly in a relationship with Jungkook.. until you found him cheating on you, 4 days ago, now you didn’t knew what were both of you. And if you were dating in real life with Jungkook, it would be sort of uncomfortable to virtually ‘married’ to another man, right?.

You sighted, reaching for the foor of your cab. The status of your relationship with Jungkook was really complicated right now, as you didn’t knew if you were still a couple, or exes. Trully, you had suffered massively after you learned his unfaithfullness, as what you feared the most was the betrayal of someone that you had trusted in. Depression had consumed you for almost two days, until you had snapped out of it, realizing that you should give him another opportunity, due to the fact that he had demonstrated that he was truly sorry.

Now, after talking with the manager, you would meet him at your usual spot in your favourite cafe, at nearly midnight, the only hour he would be available, due to his new song promotions.

You accomodated your purse over your lap, as you stared outside the window of the cab, merging your worries with the urban scenery of the streets of Seoul for what he ride lasted, and you had to return to your present worries

The building in front of your looked really imponent and elegant, making you feel intimidated. You just shrugged this thought away and walked through the immense glass doors.

The lobby of LUUN Entretainment was huge sincerilly, in comparison of the Big Hit building, that was modern, but humble in size.

The walls were covered in a shiny marble, that if the design modern design of the building wasn’t enough to make it fancy, this elevated the level of elegance hugely.

You sighted, walking towards the desk of the receptionist, hearing the sound of your heels into the tile floor.

“Good evening?” You politely asked her, catching her attention from the documents behind the oak desk. She was really attractive, and her eyes looked really sincere and warm. “I am looking for the manager of the group JXK-“

“Miss Y/L/N! Good evening, we have been waiting for your visit.” She gushed with a smile. Did all of the staff of this agency knew about the offer the manager proposed you? “Manager nim told me to call him inmediately if I saw you approach the company, he would be glad to see you. Please take a seat while I call him”

You smiled her. She indeed erradiated elegance, fitting perfectly with the concept of the company. Your thoughts quickly drifted away with anxiety, imagining how would the program would consist in.

Of course you had heard about ‘We Got Married’, it was really a popular program in the Korean Television. Artists got ‘Married’ in some sort of way, and started living as a married couple. Once you had the fantasy that you could be called and told to participate marrying Jungkook.

You had told him this in a joking way while you were playing video games, as then if he realized you indeed desired, he would have teased you till the end of your days. You couldn’t help but smile with this sweet memory. However, this smile faded away and was replaced with a pout, when you remembered his answer.

“Baby, that would be impossible you know” He answered you, laughing, as he paused the game to look at you with an amused smile in his eyes. “My company does not let us participate in ‘We Got Married’”

“Why?” You Gad asked him out of curiosity.

“Ah... I sure that Namjoon-hyuna explained it, but I don’t remember.” He scratcher his head while sighting. “Anyways, why do you ask that?. Are you so impatient to marry me?”

This question was accompanied by a tickle attack from him towards your body. Both of you had been having a tickled fight on the floor, while giggling uncontrollably. Finally, when both of you had stopped laughing, him positioned over your body, with both arms on the sides of your head, he had said:

“Don’t worry, in some years.. I think I would love to propose to you.” He looked straight into your eyes, having a look in his eyes that told you he wasn’t joking anymore, and meant every word, making your heart skip a beat.

Who would have thought that it would be the same guy that made your heart almost stop working, be found cheating with a girl he barely knew?-

“..Miss Y/L/N?. Miss?” Your head shooted rapidly to the direction of the receptionist. She had the phone of he company in one hand, while looking at you expectantly. “Manager-nim is waiting for you on the third floor.”

You quickly picked up your things and made your way into the elevator, thanking her. Quickly, you pressed the third floor button when the elevator had arrived to your call.

You still were very anxious. And your face and expressions demonstrated it, as your looked into the mirror. Your right foot kept tapping into the ground rapidly, while your face had some sort of scared look.

Somehow, you were still clueless about the reason of their proposition towards you. You weren’t that famous, or visual like pretty. You were scared that this was a joke, a hidden camera prank of some reality program.

Ding.

The doors of the elevator opened, showing you the smiling face of a man in his mid thirties. He had short black hair, and his square like face was framed with some modern glasses.

“Miss Y/L/N, how are you? It is a pleasure to finally meet you.” He extender his hand towards you. You took it without giving it a second thought. “I am truly pleased for your visit, we have been waiting for your answer. Please accompany me this way to speak more comfortable.”

He leaded through the hallways, taking you into a conference room that was really finely decorated in your opinion. He gestured towards a really comfortable looking conference chair, and you took seat. He positioned in the seat across you, taking some documents from the table.

“I am really glad that you accepted my proposal Miss Y/L/N. The apparition in this new program would really sky rocket our popularity, well I mean, yours and of Dawon.” He mentioned while passing through the papers in the document file.

Dawon.. He was one of the most popular members, if not the most popular member of the enemy band of BTS, JXK. Why had learned a few days ago that you were the ideal type of him, while watching an interview, and right after that, you were called by the grupo manager to participate in the program. You just wondered, did he knew about your participation in the program? Had he requested his company to place you and him on the program on purpose? .

“..Okay.” The manager said, while aligning the documents in a vertical position and giving them a pat into the desk, then, he handed them into your desk area. “These are the documents that the producers of the program have requested for you to sign, and you are not part of a company, they decided that we should be the bridge through, so that LUUN entertainment would hand in the signed documents altogether. “

You noded, while examining the documents, indeed all of the legal process was well explained in here.

“Regarding our Dawon, he doesn’t know about the your participation in the program.” This statement gathered tot attention from the documents. The manager was watching you amused. “U mean, he does know he would be participating in the program, but the person he would be marrying remains unknown.”

Your theories about his obligation to the company for your participation were now destroyed, if he wasn’t the one porting this, then who did it?.

“The idea for you participating in the program came from our team, as we watched how did the nerizens reacted to his mention towards you in the music show the other day, si believe that you are familiar with that interview, right?” Now everything made sense, as he kept explaining. “Did you knew that you became the most searched couple in the search engines of the country that day?.”

Right now, you didn’t knew how to feel about the situation. To feel impressed and unexplainably proud of the attention that you had gathered, even coming to a point that producers wanted you in their reality program, or the fact that the way in which the manager seemed to know everything that you had wondered. Explaining everything as a spider that had an ant on it’s web.

“Going In to the details about the filming dates, unfortunately, the filming would start early in the morning. First in the morning, near five, the crew would start filming the first interviews, talking about your expectations and other themes that they usually talk about in the beginning. Then, the first meeting would take place during the afternoon, as you know, the filming could take hours.” He explained detailedly, looking profoundly at you. “Finally, the ceremony of the ‘Marriage’ would occur the next day, at half day, what occurs next is explained detailledly on the documents I just gave you.”

“And... that means that the production team would pick me up from my apartment tomorrow really early in the morning right?” You asked, cautiously, as you feared that it could possibly affect the meeting that you had arranged after with Jungkook, to speak about all of what had happened, now that both of you had calmed. You had agreed to meet at your favorite spot near midnight, as it was the only time available with his busy schedules.

The filming place couldn’t be that far away right?

“Well, no. I’m afraid that you would be leaving for Busan, as it is the home place of Dawon, so the van would pick you up today, two hours before midnight.” Suddenly, you felt as if your body had freezed entirely, and the anxiety that you had battled, had returned. “Miss Y/L/N, is everything alright..?” He asked leaning to look into your face, procupied.

You had left your mouth hanging open, while staring at him blankly. If you went for the program, you would not be able to meet with Jungkook today! And who knows which would be the next available day that both of you could meet...

“Is there any way that the recording day could be delayed?” You inquired desesperartedly, sitting up straight.

“I’m afraid no. The production team has planed for everything to be on those days, and delaying it could cause thousands of dollars to be lost.” He mentioned slowly. “Everything is well calculated, and even the delay for an hour can cause problems for the contract that the production has made for the program. It really can’t be helped.”

You sighted, slumping into the comfortable chair. If you choose to keep participating on the program, you would solely win things. However, if you chose to cancel your participation, you would only meet Jungkook, your boyfriend who had meet you, but, you would not have any endorsement deals or your own fame. You knew that lost of your followers were Armys, and if they learned that you had broken up with Jungkook, they would unsubscribe, leaving you with few subscribers.

You had to choose this deal. It was really a huge step for your career. Your mom had always told you that your career was far more important than men, and you had promised her that you would keep your word.

You took a deep breath, decidedly. Next, you grabbed a pen, and signed the documents that the Manager had gave you, then you pushed them towards his direction, sitting up.

“Okay, I accept this proposal. Could you please give me a moment to arrange some plans?” You pursed your lips.

“Sure. I would be waiting here, making the final adjustments. You made a good desition Miss.” You heard him say as you exited the room, looking for your phone in your purse.

As you were pressuring your back into one of the walls near the conference from you were just in, you quickly dialed the number of Jungkook, closing your eyes. It would be the first time you talked in the phone since what happened.

“Hello?” A different voice from your boyfriend talked from his phone.

“H-hello.. Who is this?”

“Ah, Y/N-ah! I’m Sejin, BTS Manager!. “ The man on the line answered joyfully, as you now recognized his voice as the kind older brother that BTS had as a manager. “How have you been?”

“Well, well, Sejin-oppa. Is... is Jungkook there?”

“I’m afraid he is busy right now. They are filming an interview.”

“Oh..” You cursed into your thoughts. You were not going to have an opportunity to talk to Jungkook before canceling him.. “Emm.. When is he going to end the interview?”

“I believe in 10 minutes or so.” He answered quickly, as he sensed your distress. “However, he have to head quickly to the next program, that just Jungkook and Suga have been invited, it is going to be filming all through the night, and we have agreed on it for weeks, so we could not move it into another day..”

You felt your body freeze for a second time in this hour. Had he lied to you when he said he would met you? He clearly busy enough during that hour...

Blood rushes to your face, as you felt your stomach churning with anger. You hated being tricked on, even more than being betrayed. It made your feel like a fool, and that people could take an easy advantage over you.

You just hated it.

“Sejin-oppa?” You asked, trying that your voice didn’t sound as if you were mad, but it probably did. He was such a jerk! “Is there any way in which I could talk with Jungkook right now? It is really important.”

“Y/N-ah I already told you it is impossible at the moment...” You letted out a shaky breath.

“Then, I would leave a message.” You decided. You didn’t want to write this trough a text message, as it wouldn’t create the same impact as it would if Sejin told him. “Can you please tell him that you have learned that I would be marrying his best friend?. Thank you Sejin-oppa, take care.”

“..What? Y/N-“ You hanged up.

You blocked your phone, saving it into your purse, as you walked with a new gained courage into the meeting room. You always teased Jungkook that Dawon was his best friend, as the media ussualy compared them, and made them compete against one another. They were each other’s competition, and it that bothered the Bangtan Bunny sometimes.

“Y/L/N are you ready to leave? I have called the producers, and they told me that they can pick you up from this company, unless you would want to bring something from your house?.” The manager asked you politely, already standing up to leave the room. “But I have to mention that, they will provide you anything that you need in there.”

You did had everything you needed, you had a telephone charger, your phone, earbuds, and your vlog camera, which you had grabbed due to an impuse before leaving the house. You were almost ready.

“No, it’s alright. I think that I would prefer that they pick me up from here, Manager-nim. Thank you.”

“Great, okay, so we need you to be kept hidden in one of the silence rooms, as we don’t want you to be discovered by any of the JXF members, they could tell Dawon who his wife is” He told you laughing, as he leaded the way out of the room, and into some corridors.

‘Dawon really had interest on you.’ You guessed.

“Please enter here. I will come to retrieve you when the van arrives.” The Manager told you while closing the door behind you., and left. This room was a lot smaller than the other one, but still took the role for a meeting room, only that for two people. The door that you had just entered in was made out of glass, however it had that plastic over it, that you almost couldn’t see what was behind it, just some shadows.

You sittes in one of the chairs, facing towards the door, preparing yourself to wait. It haven’t passed long when you heard some footsteps approaching. You quickly took your sight from your cellphone, and examined the glass doors.

“...like her face is really pretty, you know?” You heard a male voice say.

“Man, you are really obsessed.” Another male said, laughing.

“And also her personality..” the first voice kept ramping.

“Could you just shut up? I feel like my ears are bleeding from hearing you.” A new male voice said, with an nonchalantly tone.

“Wah, I wish that my supposed wife resembles her personality... she has the best one I have ever meet, plus she is different from the ones we usually meet.”

“Could you just tell him to stop?” The nonchalantly one told the other voice, you supposed.

“If I meet her someday, I would never let her go. I would never make her cry, like the other time I saw her... she was devastated, it almost broke my heart seeing her like that. She doesn’t deserved what had happened to her..” Was he.. Dawon?.. And he was talking about you? Your eyes popped out with surprise, an ’o’ forming in your mouth.

The steps faded away , as your heart began racing impatiently. He was really talking about you, saying all those sweet, and honey-dripping things. I little but cringe in your opinion, but cute. You patted your cheeks trying to make the heat from the blush fade away, it wasn’t everyday that you received compliments like that, a half smile formed in your face.

This had just begun to get interesting.

[nieltrash]

Close up + Satoori Daniel got me weakkkkk

[sugamysavagebaby]

Sungjin totally attacked me with this video. He looked so happy and manly on the cajon. like gawddds his smiles? ahhhhh. and his voice???? 😩😫😍

You know how people says, you don’t ‘choose a bias’, you get 'attacked by them’. And here is me and my (finally) found busan namja bias. (it took me toooo long). and people please check out Day6 stuff~ they’re soooo gooood. too underrated!!!

[firefeerie]

Park JIMIN!!! You scared the hell out of me!!

[7wanderingpaws]

Always, yours (12)

Word count: 7K

Warnings: fluff, angst

tags: @geniusloey @taemin-jaemin @wooya1224 @f4ncyvelvet  @usernameloaa @kyoongsthetic @sekshi-namjas​ @yoongi-tangerine-22​ (lmk if you wish to be un/tagged!)

Masterlist / story masterlist

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“But mummy, you will be there, right? And daddy?”

“And will there be many children?”

“And can we eat dessert after that?”

“I want daddy to be there toooo.”

Baekhyun and you could barely answer one question before the next one would be shot by the eager triplets.

You were holding hands with Juna and Jun. The youngest was also holding hands with Baekhyun and he held Junhee’s hand on the other side. You were like a long Byun chain.

It was Baekhyun’s idea to sign the kids up for swimming lessons. You were fast to agree and even wanted to join; so while the kids would have a fun swimming lesson in the local aqua park, you two were ready to venture off and enjoy alone time.

It had been a week since the wonderful time in Busan. None of the days you had any time for each other. You were ready to snatch the opportunity and make the most out of it.

“Daddy will be nearby, don’t worry, Junhee,” you told your eager daughter. She was pushing her free hand into her mouth and you could only click your tongue and shake your head. No matter how many times you told her not to do it, she would unconsciously do it anyway.

“Mummy, will you be filming us?” Jun looked up at you with a thoughtful look.

“Nope, no work for mummy today,” piped Baekhyun with a soft smile. “No one is allowed to work today.”

You could only smile as you observed the crowd that was moving towards the locker rooms. With tickets already purchased and swimming suits neatly packed, it was only a matter of time how fast both you and Baekhyun could change the lively triplets into their swimming suits so that you could catch the class on time.

“Should have changed them at home,” you murmured as you eyed the crowd with concern. “Will we make it?” You looked at your husband.

“We will, don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said, “our babies will listen well, right?” he added a little louder to show he was talking to the triplets.

A formal “yes” resounded and you laughed. Baekhyun enjoyed it a little too much; to have the kids under control.

Once you stood in front of the lockers, it was time to separate for a little while.

“Jun, darling, you’ll go with daddy, okay?” you told your little baby boy as you crouched down, his gaze not really focused on you. He was distracted with the commotion going on in the park.

“Yes, buddy, we will go together and the girls will go with mummy, alright?” added kindly Baekhyun. He shook Jun’s hand gently to get his son's attention.

You giggled when Jun only nodded distractedly.

“Will you be okay?”

Baekhyun scoffed teasingly and made a step to you so that only you could hear him. “You know I will. You look so damn beautiful, princess,” he murmured, not far from your lips. “You make sure you come back to me quickly.”

You beamed at him, nodding, while Baekhyun observed that smile he adored so much. With him changing the topic so swiftly, you could only imagine he was a little too eager to be alone.

“Mummy, let’s GO,” whined Juna, shaking your hand violently.

Baekhyun pecked you quickly and stepped away. Junhee added: “We wanna go and play quickly.”

“The water will still be here, babies, be a little patient,” you said to them and nodded at Baekhyun to let him know you’d be leaving.

He took Jun to the man’s changing room while you were fast to escort yourself to the ladies room. 

The girls were curiously observing the mothers with their kids; they were particularly interested in shrieking high school or college students that most probably came to have lots of fun with boys they had a crush on.

“Turn around,” you ordered Juna so she would be facing you while you prepared her swimming suit. You found your relevant locker and started stripping her. “Junhee, you sit on the bench and wait for mummy,” you added to the second baby who was bulging her eyes on the girls.

It was too loud inside, but you didn't pay it much attention as you changed the baby girls into cute swimming suits. Making sure they would be safe, you quickly ran a stick of sunblock over their puffy cheekies. “Kiss,” you murmured with gentle authority and both girls smiled brightly, always happy to share pecks with their parents. At the same time, both of them leaned in, pressing their small moist lips against your cheeks. Instantly you had a pleasant smile on your face. “Good girls,” you praised in satisfaction.

Quickly packing up your belongings, you ensured you had everything you needed, including babies’ water bottles and towels before shrugging on their princess backpack and taking their hands in yours.

“Are you excited about the swimming lesson?” you asked them in a chirpy tone, trying your best to maneuver them safely through the crowd.

“YES!”

“I want to be a mermaid!”

“I want to be like Nemo!!”

“You will be just that!” you exclaimed in a calm excitement, relieved you were out of the stuffy changing room.

The dark corridor led you straight out to the acqua park, the splashing of the water, distant screams and laughter reaching you along with the familiar humidity of the space.

“Mummy, where will you and daddy be?” Junhee asked softly, looking up at you as she accidentally bumped into your side.

“Mummy and daddy will be nearby, waiting for you, alright?”

“But will you be watching us?” piped in Juna as she pulled on your arm. “I want you to watch me become a Nemo.”

Looking around, you spotted Baekhyun with Jun whom he held in his arms, Jun scanning the crowd while he listened to his father. Baekhyun was looking at his son, explaining to him something with a soft smile while Jun barely reciprocated the look, too distracted.

The sight made you so, so warm. They looked alike; indeed a father and son.

Upon spotting you, Baekhyun's smile stretched even more as he propped Jun, telling him you were finally coming. 

“Ha, who was worried about me?” teased Baekhyun when you were close enough to hear him.

“MUMMY!” wailed Juna, dissatisfied that you didn't reply to her previous question.

“Oh, yes, Juna, we will be closeby, okay?” you added in.

Baekhyun caught up on the little frustration in his daughter's behavior and he was fast to head towards the kids’ ward. “Just as mummy said, we will be there, okay?”

Juna pouted wordlessly.

“Why is Junnie in daddy's arms?” you asked, throwing a glance at your son.

“He got a little tired,” mumbled Baekhyun so that only you could hear him. He sent you a look and you could only frown in worry. “But my son is strong enough, right, Junnie? Will you be okay in the swimming class?”

Jun nodded slowly, not quite looking at you or Baekhyun.

Finally, you reached the small pool for kids, the teachers already welcoming the children with their parents. They ticked your names off the list as you sent off your daughters who looked suddenly unsure.

“We will be close,” you murmured gently, you and Baekhyun crouching in front of them.

“Junnie, a kiss,” you said and he obediently walked over, his gentle hands resting on your shoulders as he pressed his lips to your cheek. “Hm, good boy. Have fun!”

Baekhyun had the girls give him a kiss and then you made them hold hands as they were taken by a young looking swimming instructor. She was cheerful and reassured you about their safety.

You took Baekhyun's hand at which he quickly intertwined your fingers as the both of you watched the triplets carefully approach the small crowd of kids of various ages. They were so cute. Maybe you were biased, but they were the cutest, prettiest babies out there.

Once the class started, you dispersed into the acqua park along with other parents.

“Did you see how we were the youngest there?” spoke up Baekhyun as you were searching for a pool where you could chill out.

You hummed, swinging your hands. “That is because we are young, honey.”

He smiled and let go of your hand so he could wrap his arm around your shoulders, bringing you to his side. With a gentle kiss to your temple he said: “And we are the coolest.”

You laughed shortly, shaking your head. “I'm just worried the fourth baby will pee all over our house.”

Baekhyun slowed down, his face in a minute shot before he breathed out a dazzled laugh. He told you quietly, his lips by your ear. “Damn, baby, for a second I thought you were talking about an actual baby.”

Your heart jumped at the way he said it, but were fast to shake your head, tsking. “I'm talking about our four legged baby. He is furry, too. And so cute,” you said, scanning the surroundings. It seemed you reached a pool that wasn't too deep and there weren't many people around.

“Cuter than me?” pouted Baekhyun and you quickly looked at him, growing warm inside because he looked otherworldly gorgeous. 

“Hmmmmmmm.”

“Nooo, he isn't.”

“Hmmmmmmm.”

“Babeee.”

“Of course he isn't,” you finally murmured and pressed a chaste kiss against his parted lips.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, squeezing your shoulders.

After deciding to go inside the pool, Baekhyun went down first and once he could easily reach the bottom with his feet, he nodded and prepared his arms just in case you’d slip on the ladder.

Lowering yourself in the water, you smiled at the pleasantly warm temperature. Baekhyun’s hands were on your hips, guiding you to a lonely corner.

“I’m good, Baek, don’t worry,“ you told him but his chest was still pressed against your back, not letting go of you.

“Yeah well, not risking what happened last time.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, though he couldn’t see you. “That was years ago.”

“So did you learn to swim since then?” he breathed into your ear.

You groaned and Baekhyun repeated with a cheeky smirk. “I thought so.”

“Well, my teacher gave up on me,” you said once you reached the corner where you could sit. There were some couples around, so you didn’t feel too out of place when your husband took you in his hands and swiftly placed you on his lap. You automatically reached for his shoulders, shimming yourself closer.

Baekhyun’s palm was drawing circles into your outer thigh when he told you intimately as if to a petulant child he didn’t want to scold in the public. “Your teacher was heading to the military. But I’m glad to know no other handsome country boy took the opportunity.”

You scoffed. “You knew very well there was no one else ever.”

He hummed pleasantly. “Still not happy you can’t swim, baby. We literally just have our four-year-old babies learn how to swim.”

“They have to start early.”

“Well, but what if they will need help? And I won’t be there?”

“Baek, c’mon. We live on land, not in water.”

He tickled your sides in spite and you squirmed, pressing out a laugh. “You always have an argument, don’t you?” he growled playfully as he bit your naked shoulder.

You giggled even more, tilting your head back. “You’re such a meanie.”

“You're such a meanie,” he mocked your voice and you stopped laughing right away. Swatting his chest, he was now the one to laugh. “Okay, okay, no hitting my precious chest.”

You rolled your eyes again and shook your head at his antics.

“Phew, my little lady is in a biting mode today,” noted Baekhyun in a murmur, his eyes flickering over your features. He pressed his nose into your hair. “Why is that, hmm?”

“Excuse you, you literally just bit me in my shoulder,” you rebutted, enjoying his proximity, though you admitted you were a little snappy today.

“Well, I didn’t mean it.”

You sighed. “I don’t even know what’s the matter,” you shrugged, telling the truth. You’d been feeling like this for a few days and you blamed it on Baekhyun’s work.

But that wasn’t a topic you wanted to talk about on your little trip.

“Are you feeling okay?” asked Baekhyun as he moved a little back so he could see you. He eyed your lips and you did the same to his, but neither of you leaned in for a kiss.

You nodded. “I’m fine. It��ll be over soon.”

Baekhyun’s hand travelled to your tummy, massaging the soft skin. “You lost a lot of weight recently. Maybe that’s why?”

You shook your head, not wanting to talk about your weight. That was something that was constantly fluctuating. There were days when you would go a little too wild with stealing the kids’ sweets, munching on chocolate. You would, of course, lose weight whenever you were making a video and try to religiously follow your own schedule. Keeping up with the schedule was important so that it could give you a sense of commitment. 

“Is your period coming?” he murmured quietly, so that only you could hear him.

You nodded. “Yeah, it’s been a little overdue but I’m feeling under the weather so it’ll be here any minute.”

Baekhyun nodded, kissing your shoulder that he previously bit. “Don’t bleed all over the pool, babe.”

You flicked his forehead. “You, oppa, are pushing it.”

“I’m serious though,” he shrugged, biting his smiley lips.

“Well, I put in a tampon. Satisfied?”

“Hmm, so no funny business in here then...”

“We’ve had enough funny business,” you said, your hand coming up to smoothen the reddened skin on his forehead. He closed his eyes at your soft touch.

“Well, how was that enough, huh.”

“You literally spent both of us and made it quite the pain to walk,” you said, a little surprised you didn’t feel the typical shyness when talking about this topic. “What more do you want, honey.”

“I could do that to you everyday,” he whispered and opened his eyes to meet yours. He kissed your shoulder again, letting his lips brush the skin when he said: “I could be in you even now.”

You pushed him, causing him to start to cackle and you only murmured: “You’re impossible. Beyond reparation.” With that, you untangled yourself from him, ready to move your body in the water.

You barely took three slow steps (because of the water) before you’d feel his arms wrapping up around your tummy, his chest plastered to your back, his head coming to your neck.

“Where are you off to,” he pouted and smooched your cheek.

You crinkled your nose but enjoyed his attention. “Well, oppa, since you’re all smart mouth, just teach me how to swim then.”

He groaned gently against you. “Uh, okay.. god, shouldn’t have talked about funny business because now,” he yanked you closer, pressing his hips to yours, “I just can’t stop thinking about it.”

You felt him on your behind and it sent shockwaves down to your center but you had to stand your ground.

“I’ll drop you in the cold water, that should help with the problem,” you replied nonchalantly as you eased yourself out of his prying hands, smirking in victory.

“Babe, you’re really in the meanie mood,” he shook his head and followed you when you attempted to swim. Your feet could still safely reach the bottom, but you knew that wouldn’t help if you wanted to learn to swim. So you spread your arms, ready to attempt it when Baekhyun appeared by your side, already focused on your technique.

As soon as you tried to float and swim, you’d mess up the posture, immediately sinking, but your husband's arms held you up, helping with the correct posture.

“Keep your chin above the surface,” he said softly. 

You went like this for a little while until you became quite drained. Swimming was hard.

Baekhyun laughed once he took you in as you climbed at his front like a koala. His hands came to support you under your thighs as he felt you hug his neck, your face hiding in the crook between his neck and shoulder.

“Tired,” you mumbled, the movement of your lips against his neck tickling him.

“Hmm, it’s soon time to pick up the munchkins,” he said once he checked his sports wrist watch. He kissed your cheek as he made his way to the ladder. “Feeling any confidence in swimming yet?”

“It’s hard,” you pouted and you let out a quiet gasp when his hand squeezed your backside. “Baekhyun!”

He laughed handsomely, pretending as if it were nothing and once you were by the ladder he helped you up safely, your limbs heavy and pained.

You arrived a little early at the kids' pool, so you enjoyed watching the ending of their swimming class, the triplets happily grinning when they spotted their mother and father from afar.

Your hands were once again interlaced, as you observed and laughed at the funny class.

Jun seemed tired, Junhee was unusually quiet and Juna had downturned eyes more than usual; all three of them were knackered when they finally came over to you.

Boy, you’d be certainly busy if you and Baekhyun didn’t act swiftly.

Before their tired tantrum could start, you quietly agreed to meet outside of the changing rooms once you were done.

You took a quick shower with the girls, having a baby-safe soap to wash away the smell of chlorine. They were tired but not tired enough not to point out other ladies’ nudity which made you a little embarrassed.

“But mummy, why is she looking like that…”

You quickly decided that they were not ready to talk about pubic hair, and so you tried to distract them with something else; like talking about the swimming class.

They were whiny by the time you met Baekhyun who also looked like freshly out of a shower, Jun already snoozing in his arms.

He gave you a smile as he took Junhee’s hand and you made your way out to your new car.

“Mummy, I want to eat cookies,” mumbled Juna softly when you were securing her in her seat. Baekhyun put Jun in the middle since he was already out, and now he was working on Junhee on the opposite side. He was cooing at Junhee which you found adorable.

“We will have cookies once we are home, okay?”

Juna’s face morphed into that of dissatisfaction and you knew what was coming. “But I want to eat now.”

“Mummy doesn’t have cookies to give you now,” you tried gently as you patted her hair away. She seems to be growing some curls which was surprising.

Both Junhee and Jun had thick, straight hair and Juna was developing slight waves as she was growing. The baby hair curling around her hairline was quite the discovery to you. You didn’t remember anyone having curls in your family.

“But-but,” she started as she was about to cry.

“Juna,” you heard Baekhyun from the other side, “we will give you cookies as soon as we are home, how is that?” he told her gently. “Now, be a good big sister and be quiet. Your brother and sister are sleeping,” he said strictly but in a soft voice.

You noticed that, indeed, Junhee had her eyes closed. 

When Juna grew quiet but sad, you felt it pull at your heart but there was nothing you could do.

Deciding it would be best to leave her alone, you closed the door and made your way to the passenger’s seat while Baekhyun did the same to the driver’s seat.

Once you were in, he was quick to press the button and the car came to life, the soft purr an immediate lull.

You let Baekhyun (sexily) maneuver the car out of the parking lot and onto the high-way, and then you took his free hand, pushing your fingers through the slits between his own.

Baekhyun’s lips stretched into a small, affectionate smile but didn’t look your way, not wanting to risk any irresponsibility.

You let your eyes close, eventually joining the triplets in the dreamland.

That was your first trip with the brand new car.

<3

The next few days were a slight blur. Mornings spent with Baekhyun until you’d have to wake up the kids, quick breakfast along with an excited puppy mixing in underneath your feet, a walk to the kindergarten before you’d say bye to your husband who had more time on his hands now that he didn’t have to take the public transport.

You managed to meet that stranger again but it was short and kind. You didn’t even think much about the meeting because you chatted away about the small things like being home alone most of the time and taking care of the kids. You let Luna play with Mongryong which made the little girl very happy and in return you also got to laugh and make short videos about how small and clumsy Mongryong could get. 

It was almost one week later when you received a phone call from a radio producer  that you managed to switch contacts with at the convention. You stood frozen in the kitchen, the kimchi stew gently simmer in the background as you received an exciting request and a possible, more stable, job.

“Hi, this is Choi Aewol and I work at Seoul radio. We met at the convention not long ago and we exchanged numbers—

“Oh,hello, Aewol, yes, of course I remember!”

Aewol had a pleasant voice, one that you would definitely love to hear on a radio. While being at the convention, you managed to learn a thing or two about radio broadcast and you could immediately understand that Aewol was a charmer via phone as well as in person. She made you comfortable by chatting about your munchkins, a great way to make you lose any anxiety. After a little while she finally spilled the beans.

“I’m actually calling because I would have a request on your behalf. You can totally refuse but just now that I had this in the works for a while and it wasn’t a coincidence that we talked at the convention.”

She had you intrigued and you were slightly nervous at a possible idea that she deliberately sought you out. You kindly prompted her to tell you.

“I would like you to be a podcast host for our new show which would be focused on mothers and raising children. I’m planning to make recordings a few times per week and in between it would be great if you could come up with some good content. I’m willing to give you complete creative freedom. You can ask for help from our writers as well, and my only request would be to keep the limit up to fifty-sixty minutes.” She made a small pause before she asked, her voice tinted with a smile. “So what do you say?” 

You stood still before you remembered your stew and quickly turned with the wooden spatula still in your hand. Giving the bubbling soup a good mix, you replied: “Aewol, this is a great idea. I’m a little speechless and not sure what to say,” you laughed softly.

It really was shocking but in a good way. You weren’t afraid or worried about having to speak as you got used to talking to a camera mostly by yourself, and you managed to grow to a level where you felt comfortable about talking. Especially when it came to raising children and to babies, and their connections to their mother. 

“You don’t have to give me an answer now, of course. I can give you a week to decide. I understand that as a mother of three you might be more than busy together with your husband,” Aewol’ voice broke you out of your reverie.

“Actually while the kids are in the kindergarten, we could manage the recording time. That would be the most helpful to me.”

“That isn’t a problem at all. We can even provide you with a company car since the Digital Media City is quite far.”

Your heart dropped at the possibility of having to drive even though you sat behind the wheel only once. Even though that was a pleasant memory because you were with Baekhyun at the time, you never actually got a driving license because roads in Seoul absolutely terrified you.

“I can’t drive so there won’t be need for it”

“Oh then even better, we will provide a driver for you to pick you up so that you can get faster and safer to the studio.”

“Oh no, that’s fine really I can just take the bus or metro—“

“It's so nice to see a vlogger of your level to still be this humble,” noted Aewol with a smile. “I guess I got too used to the demanding idols that work here.”

You hid a giggle behind your palm before grabbing the spatula to stir the stew again “Alright I will let you know by the end of the week ...”

Once you put the phone down you couldn’t believe your luck.

Luck in many, many forms and they have all been connected to one thing only: your family.

As soon as you managed to prepare the stew and put it aside to sit, Baekhyun texted that he would be coming home late. You quickly replied:

really? what about dinner babe

He replied right away:

i’ll eat here baby don’t worry about me

take Mongie with you when you go pick up the munchkins

and you eat as well or else 😡

You giggled and replied to him quickly when he sent a frowning and pouting selfie. You snapped a selfie yourself before you put down the phone.

Well, you already had an idea about how you’d surprise Baekhyun with good news.

<3

Interestingly, by the time you came to pick up the triplets, your mood was a little low. You managed to press a smile and ignore the screeching of the children, including your babies that threw themselves at you as soon as they spotted you. It made you feel just a little better to have your little ones in your arms, your mood and emotions strangely fluctuating between feeling lonely and then frustrated.

“I missed you mummy,” spoke Junhee softly into your neck as her small fingers played with your neckline. 

Gently, you took her hand away before she could expose your chest to the whole kindergarten and pressed a long kiss to her temple. “I bet I missed you more.”

“Mummy and where is daddy?” asked Jun once you stood up and went to their lockers to pick up their backpacks.

“Yeah, where is daddddyyyy.”

You ignored Juna’s whine as you took out their bags, handing each triplet their own. Juna had the one with Olaf on, Junhee had Elsa while Jun was soft enough to pick Bambi, which you found out was his favorite movie to watch. He would always try to suggest watching Bambi on the Friday movie nights, which was also a reason why you and Baekhyun couldn’t really stand the cartoon anymore.

In fact you could see each character in your child clearly. Juna and Junhee were cheerful and quite the boisterous type (especially the latter one) while Jun was innocent and quiet, always lost in his world until he saw his sisters go a little too wild; in that case he would try to join, but it was obvious he was the boy in the triplet trope.

“Daddy is still working, my babies.” You could sense their mood deflating and you were glad that you already had a solution. “Which is why we will go and surprise him at work.”

In an instant, squeals could be heard as Juna started to dance happily.

Neither of them have ever been to Baekhyun’s place. It was a huge university after all and even though you were worried about bringing the triplets a little far from home, you knew it would be enough to lure Baekhyun back home together with you.

“First, we will go home, eat our late lunch, pack up daddy’s dinner and you all will have a small rest before we can go, alright?”

“YES!!!”

“Can we watch Peter Pan while eating?”

“No.”

“Pweaaase-” Junhee grabbed your long skirt with her tiny hand, pulling on it to emphasize her desperate need. “Pwease, mummy,” she now used her aegyo voice that absolutely must have been taught by Baekhyun.

You sighed, shaking your head. “We don't eat and watch TV-”

“But Sera can-”

“Jinyoung said parents let him-”

“Please, mummy,” Jun pouted up at you, his eyes full of shining diamonds as he pushed his lower lip out, looking like the cutest version of his father.

Your heart swelled as you kept the tension up a little longer, now both of the sisters joining their brother, pouting. “Pwease…”

Another sigh. “Alright, but no-”

“YAY! THANK YOU MUMMY WE WILL EAT CLEANLYLY!”

“It's clean, babies,” you added as you let out an entertained laugh, shaking your head gently as you made sure you had all your belongings before leaving the kindergarten.

“Remind me not to let you hang out with daddy too much,” you told them as you grabbed Jun and Junhee's hand, while Junhee grabbed Juna's hand, creating a little safety chain.

Triplets giggled evilly.

<3

It was already a little dark when you reached Baekhyun's university. You dialed his number and pushed it into Junhee's awaiting hand so that she could talk to him. You purposefully put him on speaker so you could hear him.

“Hi, baby,” you heard his husky tone that sent chills down your spine right away. It was obvious that the tone was meant for your ears only, and you giggled when Junhee seemed unphased as she and the rest of the triplets said (shouted): “HI DADDY!!!”

You could imagine Baekhyun being a little taken aback when he let out a surprised laugh. “Oh, my sweethearts, you're calling daddy now? You know how to use mummy's phone?” he changed his voice to a more high-pitched one, the one he always used when talking to the girls.

“We came to surprise you,” Junhee told him as she was looking at you to make sure she was saying the correct sentence. You quickly nodded, biting your lip with a smile. “We are where you work!”

“Oh! Is that really true, my angel?” he cooed. “Where exactly are you? So that daddy can come and find you.”

“We are....” she trailed off, unsure what to answer.

“At the stadium,” you shouted. “Come meet us here, daddy, we brought dinner for you.”

Baekhyun laughed affectionately. “Alright, give me ten minutes and daddy will be there.” “HURRY DADDY!” squealed Juna. “We can't wait to see youuuu.”

“Okay, baby, daddy will hurry. Can you please give the phone to mummy for a second, Junhee-yah?”

“Yes!”

And just like that your phone was returned to you, putting him off the speaker before you said: “Hi, honey.”

“Sweetheart, you really came?”

“Yes, you work late, so we brought you dinner. You can eat it with us and then go back to work,” you told him, biting your lip again.

“I'm in the middle of a meeting right now, actually,” he murmured and you fought your sudden spoiled emotions, “but I'll try to leave early.”

“Until when is your meeting?”

“Till eight.”

“Oh,” that was more than you counted on. 

“How about you wait at my office?” he suggested, not wanting you to go now that you came all the way there. “You still remember the way, right?”

“Sure,” you said, not sounding exactly sure.

Baekhyun quickly told you the password to his office and then you let him go before he could get into trouble.

Before the triplets could get too wild in the open field, you managed to bring them inside the relevant building until you found Baekhyun's office.

All three kids were fast to snoop around, looking and inhaling Baekhyun's working space. You noticed several pictures that were just the two of you from before the babies were born. You noticed how thin he was at the time but his smile was something that caught you off guard. That smile was blinding you; it was so honest as he was hugging you from behind, his arms still not daring to do much with you, just gently holding your hips while you were laughing at something you couldn't remember anymore. But boy, did you just fall in love with him over again? What a handsome, handsome boy…

“Oh, you successfully made it.”

You looked up, and there he was. Definitely much more buffed up, a far cry from Baekhyun in his early twenties. Now, in his early thirties, he looked like a grown man, and he was also very much a father to your three beautiful, healthy kids as he crouched down to be bombarded by them.

His laugh resounded in the office and you laughed along as you stood by his work table, indulging in the wonderful sight of your family. Baekhyun almost tumbled over and you heard his knees cracking.

“My little angels,” he cooed, ruffling each head, only emitting more giggles from the triplets. “Did you behave while you were waiting for me?” he asked with the same bright smile you just saw on the picture he had on his table, only now there was a tinge of ripened love that made his features soft and mature.

The whole time you were zoned out you didn't even sense that they were grouping up on you. Only when you felt many hands tickling you, you realized you totally left the office mentally..

“Aaah, wait, no, stop, that tickles!” you squealed, almost tumbling back before Baekhyun caught you, his hands resting on your hips. He wiggled his fingers and you squirmed, gasping out a laugh.

“Okay, okay, let's leave mummy alone,” said Baekhyun once he realized you were barely breathing. The triplets were wild, hardly containable but a single word from their father and they finally let go of you.

You breathed through the pain in your stomach as Baekhyun smoothened his palms over the aching muscles. “Welcome back to my office,” he murmured as he kissed your neck softly.

You closed your eyes at the sensation, your chest rapidly going up and down. Only a hum could leave your throat.

Baekhyun let out a deep chuckle and he pressed his lips to your neck again, not really puckering them, just letting them rest there. “Thank you for coming.”

You pouted as you looked at him behind you. His smile grew when you met his eye. “Well, our daddy is working late so we brought dinner. Kimchi stew. How’s that?”

“Daddy, how’s that?” mimicked Juna and poked her tongue out.

“Did they have a nap?” he asked you quietly as he observed the wild kids, occasionally crinkling his nose at their silliness.

“They had in kindergarten and they rested at home. I allowed them to watch TV because they used your magic aegyo on me. What do you have to say to defend yourself, mister?” you asked, patting his hand on your stomach.

He smiled sheepishly, his cheeks growing red. After not getting a reply, you opened your mouth to comment but he kissed you quickly, shocking you, before letting go of you and finally going to eat his dinner.

You could only shake your head.

“I have some good news for you, but I’ll tell you once you’re done eating,” you told him.

“Good news?” he perked up.

You nodded and walked over to the small sized couch to watch out over the kids so he could eat in peace. “Good for me anyway.”

Baekhyun would have insisted to know right away but the kids kept stealing his attention and so he just started on his dinner.

While Baekhyun munched on his portion, you talked and tried to prevent the girls from ruining the books he had neatly placed on the shelves. He entertained the kids by talking to them about their day, even going as far as asking about their friends in kindergarten. Baekhyun really worked hard to remember everything his children told him so that he could become a good listener for them.

The more interested he was, the more open the kids would be. The earlier he would do this with them, the better you could raise them.

“So what did you say to Mingi?” he asked as he slurped on the last spoonful of stew. “Will you exchange toys for one night?”

Junhee pouted. “I really like Nala, I don’t want to give her away.”

“But Junhee let him play with Nala after napping!” said Juna loudly.

“I also played with Nala and Mingi,” added Jun, who was sitting in your lap. As soon as he said that he hid his face in your neck and you hugged him tighter. You kissed the top of his head and rested your cheek there.

Baekhyun continued the talk until there was a knock on his door. He put down the Tupperware and cleaned his mouth with a napkin before letting the person in.

In came Jaina, even at the later working hour looking fresh and very much good. She was ready to say something but froze when she saw the audience she earned. “Oh, I didn’t know you had company.”

“I got surprised today, Jaina,” replied Baekhyun smoothly with a pleasant smile. “My beautiful family brought me dinner.”

Jaina nodded with a knowing smile as you and her bowed to each other. You only nodded your head deeply since you had Jun in your arms.

“What do you say, babies?” you prompted the triplets.

Juna and Junhee managed to stand up and politely bow as they said a shy hello, why Jun just hid his face deeper in your neck, making you let out an amused sigh.

“Maybe he is after his mother?” quipped Jaina, watching your son.

Pressing a smile, you grew a shy red, but in an instance it was replaced by annoyance. Why was she there and what did she want? Wouldn't she let you enjoy your husband just for a little bit?

“Anyway, what's the matter, Jaina?” Baekhyun finally spoke up as he stood and came over to stand by his boss. Jaina was wearing high heels which made her height equal to Baekhyun's.

“We will need you in the director's office. I want you to go over the scholars' application forms again with us.”

There was a little bit of sadness after hearing her words. Didn't you ask Baekhyun to not take up on those scholarship students? Why would they want him there when, supposedly, you wanted him to decline.

“Oh, okay,” replied Baekhyun, nodding once to himself. The two girls threw themselves at his legs right away, pulling on his dress pants, whimpering for him not to leave. With an affectionate smile, he ruffled their hair. “Daddy will be home soon, okay?” He turned to Jaina, ignoring their wails: “I'll be there in five, Jaina.” She nodded and bowed to you once before leaving.

You let out a little breath you didn't know you were holding and once she closed the door behind her, you spoke up: “I was hoping you would bring us home.”

Baekhyun faced you while trying to walk over to you, except Juna and Junhee made it their mission not to let go of him. Your husband looked troubled when he said: “I didn't know you would come at all, and I really do have duties still…”

“Will you be taking care of those scholars?”

“It's not exactly decided yet-”

“It looked like it is to me,” you almost snapped, but fought the urge to keep yourself at bay.

“I will tell you once it is definitely set in stone,” replied Baekhyun, still trying to keep it cool. “You know I would tell you as soon as I knew.”

You sighed and nodded; he would for sure, you didn't doubt that. It just annoyed you, as you remembered the last time you cried about this situation to him. It was in Busan, after you just had sex, and you ended up crying at the possibility of losing your husband to his job.

“It actually doesn't matter,” you spoke up as you caressed Jun's hair gently. Baekhyun blinked, his eyebrows raising up in surprise. You felt frustration boiling inside of you, another swift mood change, as you said: “I will be working in a radio for a while. I received an offer today to be a host for a podcast. I said I'll think it over, but I'm pretty sure I will accept it. That's what I wanted to share with you.”

He was a little speechless but managed to compose himself as he finally told the girls to let go of him. They pouted but did as he asked nonetheless before he was crouching in front of you, taking your free hand in his. “Baby, that's amazing,” he murmured, kissing the top of your hand. “What a great opportunity.” He looked like he had more to say and he did after a small pause: “So what about the kids?”

You suppressed the need to scoff and instead pressed your lips together, needing to fight this sudden urge to just scream.

Baekhyun observed you, not having a problem with spotting your internal turmoil he wasn't aware of until then. He knew the question he asked probably didn't make you happy and-

“They will be fine, I'll take care of them, don't worry,” you ended up murmuring finally, your voice shaking a little. “We should go before it is too late.” You swiftly stood up with Jun still in your arms, clinging to you like a koala bear.

Baekhyun stood up as well, urgently seeking your avoidant eyes. “Wait, babe, maybe we should talk about this more once we are home?” he tried, touching your waist gently to win your attention.

“Girls, get ready, we will be going home now-” you turned to him finally, “I told you I made up my mind. I'm telling you in advance, just to prove I'm not being secretive anymore.”

“Is this really what you are trying to do?” he questioned with a slight edge to his voice. “This wasn't about you surprising me? About us celebrating you got a great job offer?”

You sighed and put Jun down, despite his weak protests. Maybe he was right but your mood change was now putting different words in your mouth. “I wanted to share good news with you, I did. We wanted to surprise you and maybe hope you would come back home with us.”

He sighed, tired. “I can't, sweetheart, I still have work left. I told you I'd be late.”

“I know, I know.” Maybe I shouldn't have come at all, you thought to yourself. Not wanting to part with him on bad terms, you pressed a chaste kiss to his soft cheek. “Go, so that they don't wait for you.”

“Will you be okay? Call a taxi,” he insisted quietly. “Kids are already tired and it wouldn't be wise to travel all the way home with them at this hour.”

You gnawed on your lip, suppressing a tired sigh. Eventually, you nodded. “I'll do so...”

Baekhyun's phone started to ring and that was when you couldn't hold back anymore. The damn work wouldn't wait even a minute?

Without any more waiting, you turned around from him as you rolled your eyes and made sure each triplet had their sweaters on before you would be heading out. 

Baekhyun let out a long, frustrated sigh and fished out his phone before answering: “Hey mum, I can't talk right now-” he stopped talking abruptly, going quiet and listening to what his mother was saying on the other side.

At the mention of Baekhyun's mum your ears perked up. You knew she wasn't calling Baekhyun too often as much as she did you since she was always interested in her grandchildren.

“Wait, what? What do you mean he is unwell?”

You turned to look at Baekhyun who immediately caught your gaze, his eyebrows scrunched up in a worried frown. “Baekhyun…” you murmured, walking over to him. He followed you with his eyes, not wanting to break the eye contact when he said:

“Will he be okay?” Another pause and this time, he closed his eyes and you thought you saw his nostrils shake before he composed himself quickly. “Got it… okay… I'll come down tomorrow.”

They talked a little longer and when he finally hung up, you were almost dying to know what was happening.

“My father is unwell, he was taken to the hospital today,” he murmured, the slightest shakiness in his voice palpable. “I'll have to go see him as soon as I can.”

“But what happened? He is a healthy man, why so suddenly?” you asked as you touched his chest with your palm, suddenly feeling guilty for being petty with him until now.

Baekhyun's lips were downturned, his eyes glistening as he said: “His heart has malfunctions. He might not make it.”

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[golchaworld]

Hey bub it’s me 👋🏼 can I please request a badboy Jibeom writing. What can I say I’m sucker for bad boys + busan namja 🤷🏻‍♀️

Hey lovey! It’s funny that you requested this bc Jibeom is literally my bias?? I think about bad boy Jibeom like 24/7????? So I hope you enjoy it since I had fun writing it.

[11:05am]

You loved walking the halls of school like you owned the place. There was nothing better than watching the sea of students part for you as you strutted across the linoleum floor.

It wasn’t always like this. Before your boyfriend came into the picture, you were just another student. You blended in with the masses, never one to draw attention to yourself purposely. But the minute badboy!Jibeom pressed you up against your locker and kissed the life out of you, everything was different.

His claim was all over you, from his leather jacket you wore everyday, to the dark hickies littering your collarbone, everyone knew you were Jibeom’s. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Even now, as he guides you through the hallways, he has a firm hand on your lower back, dipping dangerously close to your ass. You can see some of the girls gawk at you as you pass by, oogling at your boyfriend while giving you pointed looks of jealousy. Most guys don’t even dare glance your way, too intimidated by Jibeom and his reputation to do anything other than avert their eyes.

When you arrive in front of your fourth period class, Jibeom leans down to place a sweet kiss to the top of your head. He’s smiling when he meets your gaze, the piercing in his bottom lip glinting in the sunlight.

“I’ll see you later, princess. Don’t get in too much trouble without me.”

You just smile in response, watching as your boyfriend retreats back down the hallway. As the sea parts for him, you sigh, wondering how you got so lucky.

[bangbangielida]

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Who is this hottie

pilipie0428 | do not edit

[sugar-petals]

Doc on a Date (m)

↳ You meet your former patient Namjoon on vacation in Italy. What begins as a bizarre encounter turns into an erotic thrill.

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre › smut | one shot | 7k

— warnings › vaginal sex (protected), doggy style, cunnilingus, masturbation, degradation, marking, dom!reader, sub!rm �� a/n › motto: sex with obstacles. nams with spectacles. 

The waitress with the curly hair looks a bit flushed. It’s not the evening buzz and temperature, she’s used to that. Somehow, the circular tray won’t sit right on her palm either. A fresh cup of coffee and two empty wine glasses wobble back and forth on top of it, but without actually sliding out of place — it must be one of those fancy coated trays a waiter can do pretty much a somersault with sans losing any of the beverages. Or perhaps, this is just another urban myth of Venice at night. Your day has been busy.

Her accent is broken, yet still polished to a reasonable degree. You can tell that the Ristorante Dogaressa gets its fair share of foreigners. At one point you believe that she even sounds all too deferential.

“I’m sorry, Signora. Today’s packed. Would you still prefer a seat?”

You linger with your keys still in the right hand. The famed Hotel Belleza with its first-floor restaurant is just around the block and your second choice for the evening. A two-minute ride through not-so bustling traffic, it really is more crowded on the actual Canal. But the smell of calzone and antipasti alone, the antique decor framing the doors, the palace across the river, set in delicate spotlights—

You stuff the keys into your pea coat pocket. If you want to dine at the Dogaressa, this is the only chance. The onslaught of tourists is even harder to go against when the weekend starts.

“Yes, if that’s possible? It’s my fault, with the reservation system.”

Now that you’ve turned toward the dining room ever so slightly, and perhaps she did notice, the tray comes into balance again. Back to impeccable posture. The waitress smiles.

“Table 15 on the right still has one chair left.”

“Indeed, the section at the Canal?”

“There’s a signorino seated. I hope it doesn’t cause any inconvenience. It’s a double table we can separate for you. I’ll call my colleagues, it’s done in two seconds.”

“Alright, no problem, very kind.”

After helping you take off your coat, the waitress turns to the reception now. A bearded concierge calls for “Stella” and “Valentina” through a two-way radio. You pay the music night admission, 30€. Just a blink later, two waitresses arrive at the entrance on ever-so swift feet.

He peers up from the menu card. The brunette signorino in question wears Michael Cane glasses, Oxford shoes, and no tie — shirt buttoned down to expose more of his chest than your tour guide from Verona or anybody downtown would ever dare. Frivolous. Sexy. Or simply unaware? A certain feeling between your legs says it doesn’t matter anyways. If that button is open, it’s open.

You can tell right away that he’s not a local like you. There’s a map on the left side of his plate and some kind of book with Korean lettering on top of it. Something seems familiar.

Valentina detaches the table from one side while Stella, discreet between the rows of guests, comes to bring about a second tablecloth. Once you are seated, received a separate set of cutlery, including the menu card, Valentina takes your order for a chilled beverage, yet you mess up the name twice. It’s not because your Italian is so bad. 

The waitresses leave in haste toward the kitchen, leaving you with a view on the Canal Grande, the Doge’s palace, and a rather agitated desk neighbor talking without the slightest trace of an accent. That is familiar, too. Very, very familiar.

“I’m really sorry, I could have taken a single table earlier. I need to apologize. Sincerely.”

His way of speaking is as eloquent as you know it. Some things never change.

“No problem at all,” you counter. “It’s absolutely fine. You couldn’t have known in advance. I messed up with the online reservation.”

The gentleman looks empathetic now.

“I had to ask for a table by phone as well, the server didn’t take my data somehow. Said too many requests.”

“Oh really? The same happened to me!”

“I mean they fixed it this morning, somehow,” he shrugs. “I double-checked. It’s all very mysterious. I thought I’d miss out on it.”

“Yes, they bring out the band at quarter past seven, right? Everyone in my hotel’s been talking about it. I needed to see what was going on, they were recommended to me.”

He nods, smile brighter than ever. 

“The band. The band, yes! I’m so excited. They’ll be brilliant.”

“Yes.”

“I’m, I’m sure. You’ll enjoy the evening.”

The tone, the stammer, the face. It must have been five years or more. You struggle to put it into words. He’s so attractive in his attire that you can barely say anything without feeling the pulse in your lap take over. 

“So, is this your first time in Venice?”

“Uh, pardon. This might be a bit sudden. Do I know you—”

Stella pops up by your side with a filled tray. You clear your throat and notice that she has tightened her ponytail quite a lot.

The icy drink in a tall glass sizzles a bit, leaving sprinkles at the inside of the crystal surface, just how you like it. You eye the card fast and pick out the first things that seem to fit your taste. Talking to the gentleman left you no time to browse through even one bit of the menu.

With a quick hand, the waitress notes down a tagliatelle and tomato dish, iceberg salad, and a panna cotta. 25-30 minutes waiting time, she says, chef’s busy but the restaurant is prepared because of the music night, come to the reception to pay later on. You check your watch, it’s almost seven. The signorino orders an artichoke puree, the risotto with Marsala sauce, and an array of gelato with seasonal fruit for dessert. Extra large portion but a La Carte. Just, extra large, mille grazie. Stella rushes to the next guest in no time.

The woman at the next table gasps out before you can lean toward the signorino again. Several more heads turn. Only now do you realize that the restaurant has equipped a corner on the far end of the Canal terrace with a microphone, guitar, and drum set. To which now a young lean man appears to be headed to, straying through the rows of chairs in a golden waistcoat more gleaming than the Doge’s Palace, Willy Wonka shades, and black trousers. Two other men clad in red leather jackets follow him to the stage. Claps and cheers resound from the terrace with each entrance.

“Back home he’s a really popular performer,” the gentleman beams. 

Guitar noises drown out what he says next. The singer in gold announces himself as “Jung Hoseok and this is Seoul State of Mind! A—five, a—six, seven, and eight! Yeah!“

More applause. The drummer starts to step on the pedal, indicating a fast rhythm. Some visitors rise from their desks, take out their phones. A few tourists and locals already clog the space between chairs. The signorino tries to yell something to you across the table, but the howling guitar and upbeat cymbals overpower the sound. The people around you tap their feet to the beat, as does the signorino. You realize that the song itself doesn’t appear to be called “Seoul State of Mind”, but rather, is the name of the band itself. Several restaurant guests start singing along when an enthusiastic Jung Hoseok intonates the chorus. Now you understand everyone at the hotel breakfast raving about the music night and giving you the recommendation. Albeit tremendously loud, it’s a really catchy sound.

A new wave of frantic guests streams into the room, likely coming from the second and third floor of the restaurant. People from Romania, the US, Brazil. In the meantime, Stella, Valentina, and some other waiters squeeze through the crowd with their trays lifted above their heads, delivering plates and drinks. Point half past seven, the menu steams off on your table, spreading a rich scent of tomato sauce.

The sigorino barely focuses on his own risotto given that he has taken out his phone as well. Jung Hoseok, ever the Mick Jagger, prances around the terrace engaging bystanders with juicy dance moves. In between the next song, he loudly announces to give it up for Kim ”Rowdy” Seokjin on the guitar and Justin Jungkook on the drums who waves and twirls his sticks through the air right away, then giving the crowd a taste of his explosive skill. The gentleman keeps on filming every second of it. 

It appears to you that the sound technicians likely went for maximum volume so the people on the Canal boats could hear Seoul State Of Mind from afar, too. It’s so deafening that you can’t hear your own cutlery scrape on the plate while you eat, nor Stella placing the panna cotta on the table once you finish. The playlist goes by in a rush, and people start squeezing between you and the table of the signorino. It’s almost 8PM.

The panna cotta is tastefully portioned and drips with red fruit and chocolate decor, but you finish up fast. Several impassioned fans from Padua start to press against the back of your chair, and one particularly eager guy accidentally hits your elbow while you try to balance a strawberry on your dessert spoon. Jung Hoseok, still uproarious even after five exhausting performances, announces the next song. Busan Namja — Men of Busan. The crowd goes wild again.

“Rowdy” Jin descends into an impetuous, almost delirious guitar solo hitting more notes at once than you ever could on your own Dreadnought acoustic in 1998 that you decide to get up. With ten jumping and gyrating Venetians or more between your table and the one with the signorino, you fail to get through to him two times. As you do, finally, the table is empty. No trace. Just the book is left, open at the first blank page. It seems that he didn’t manage to read any further, and how could he, with Jung Hoseok rocking and thrusting his life away on the terrace.

A scraggly handwriting, however, catches your eye. At the top left corner, the page reads: “Kim Namjoon // 김남준”.

Yes.

Namjoon.

You knew it was him. It was the name on your patient’s file, the exact same signature.

Seoul State of Mind announces another song, “Birdz and the Beez, yeah!”, and a jolt goes through the masses. Before you know it, the crowd moves you along. By the very skin of your teeth, your feet bring you closer to the entrance. You look around, but the entire congested first floor goes into a frenzy with Seokjin’s roaring Hendrix hommage.

The bearded receptionist notes a 20€ tip for Stella and shakes his head at the question where the signorino Kim with the heavy glasses came from.

“Can’t give that information out, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, I see.”

“And apologies for the hassle at the start,” he goes through the wardrobe and picks out your coat, sorted under a sign reading Tavolo/Table 15. “The online reservation base is a bit wonky nowadays. With the music night. You’ve heard them play. It’s manic every time. The restaurant owner is a big, um, admirer.”

“Ah. I was already wondering. A rock band in the Dogaressa.”

“Yes, it’s bizarre. People love it. The concept. Always steals the show. And sorry for signorino Kim again, I really can’t pass on any data.”

It’s three past ten. Your ears still reel with Birdz and the Beez and Busan Namja when you plop down on the neatly prepared mattress. Even a quick refreshment pulling out wet wipes from your suitcase doesn’t seem to give you a feeling of rest. Don’t these magazines always say to take a shower before bed to sleep well?

Winding yourself out of the sheets and looking into the rather petite bathroom, you realize you need more than that. You do remember someone at breakfast mentioning the sauna downstairs, and the pool on the hotel rooftop. Given how hot the Gondola ride on the Canal had been in the morning, and how chock-full the Ristorante Dogaressa was, you opt for heading toward the roof with your bikini under a bathrobe. Beforehand, you take up the telephone at the fringe of your nightstand and dial in the lobby number.

“Hello, Miss Y/L/N from room 406. May I ask— whether there still is access to the rooftop?”

A rather tired-sounding staff member, Gianmarco Ricci as he introduces himself, answers.

“It closes in two hours, same as the sauna. Not too crowded right now.”

“Excellent, thank you.”

“Bene, no problem, Donna Y/L/N.”

The large metal sign of Hotel Baccio with a raven emblem looms above your head while entering the rooftop area. As Gianmarco had informed you — the place is devoid of hotel guests. All around, the air is reasonably cool and leaves a tingle. Finally. The area is well-cared for as you expected.

You drop the bathrobe on one of the green canvas chairs lined up around the pool. The latter spans across a third of the roof and stretches out alongside the panoramic view opening toward the gleaming Doge’s Palace, taking a corner at the right end of the area. It’s a modern design, sleek, without ornaments.

While dipping your feet in, you still let your thoughts trail off to Jung Hoseok, then further descend into the tepid water. A rockstar in Venice. Wearing Willy Wonka shades. Singing about Busan and Bees in a high-brow restaurant. There are things even you can’t fathom. It’s fascinating. The air is lukewarm enough not to make your wet hair feel gelid. So soothing.

You swim toward the edge of the pool that dons a glass front. Beyond, the palace turns dim under its fading spotlights. Some tourists are still in the cafes at the harbor. One or two Gondolas glide into the bay as you watch. A drunk guy sings in the street. Italia, Italia.

Then, a splashing noise makes you flinch. It’s barely audible, but given the silence of the rooftop, it sounds disruptive enough. You turn to the left. It’s a silhouette parting the water, gliding toward the surface with its back turned to you. The light coming from the Hotel Baccio sign illuminates the body from the side.

A large scar divides two prominent shoulder blades, and plunges deeper down a sturdy, tan spine line. As if lightning had struck the skin. You recognize the signature right away. It is that of your most favored knife.

Frozen stiff, you see the man fully emerge and prop himself up at the edge of the glass front. Still, with his back facing your direction. He puffs out twice, ribcage heavy. So naked and isolated in the clean lines of the pool design, the silhouette looks massive. You can tell that he’s working out. Huge arms. Toned, palpable trapezoids. He lets a hand rake through his hair, backwards, taming the wet strands.

You move from the edge of the basin toward the center.

And swim over.

“Um— Mister? Hello!”

“Oh!”

The silhouette turns.

It’s nice to see the signorino’s chest a little more bare.

“That’s a coincidence. I thought we lost each other in the crowd!”

“Yeah, 600 people or more in there. Nice to see you again! Same hotel!”

“I went back earlier, it was hard on the ears. I never knew you’d be, I mean, here!”

He shoves his hair back yet again. 

“Arrived yesterday, took a last minute flight from Ilsan. Yeah, pretty noisy, wasn’t it. The usual. Pool’s is nice to dive and rest.”

“It’s— And, about that. The concert. I wanted to ask you something. The music cut it off.”

“What do you mean?”

You feel your legs become a bit unsteady in the water now.

“It solved itself in the meantime, but, you probably didn’t remember. How do I put it.”

“Yes, no problem, go ahead.”

You take a breath deeper than Jung Hoseok must have done before performing the show.

“We know each other. It happened years ago.”

“What, we do? From, from where?”

He looks alarmed. You take another deliberately long inhale. Stay cool, Y/N.

“Fall 2014.”

“Sorry, what?”

“I was your surgeon. For the back.”

A moment passes. Judging by his wide-blown eyes, Namjoon does appear to realize. Your legs feel even more wobbly.

“You? You are Dr. Y/L/N?”

Two nods. 

“Can’t blame you. I had a mask on most of the time you saw me. And you were lying on your stomach.”

Which was probably a good thing with a handsome face like that. 

But it was just all work, professional, serious, focused, wasn’t it?

“Right. Yes, the, the examinations. I remember. 2014. Oh man.”

“I barely recognized you as well.”

“Glasses and all. Yeah.”

“You made it through the post-treatment alright the way it looks, how was it? Sorry, I. It was just the first thing I saw.”

“No, no. This is your job. Or is it, still?”

“Went into cardiothoracic two years ago. Settled there I guess. So, yeah. Kind of. Still the same branch.”

Namjoon strokes the back of his neck. The drunk guy on the street seems to have moved on by now.

“Right.”

“But I did enjoy neuro. I had many cases like you.”

“The pain, it never came back. After it healed. Took five months. Something like that.”

You hum. 

“It does take longer in some cases, I’ve had a colleague report eight months once with a sports injury, was similar to yours.”

“Means you did a good job. That was excellent. It feels very even. Kinda crazy.”

“Can I? If you uh, want to.”

“Oh, sure!”

You close the distance. He turns.

That scar. Covered in droplets of water. You place your hands between his shoulder blades. Press a little with the lower part of your palm, glide it over his spine.

“It is.”

“Even, yeah?”

“Your reflex was normal, too.”

“I told Doctor Park. My life would have been fucked. Without your hands. Was too dumb to recognize you, I’m very sorry.”

You retreat your hands all too fast, and he shifts back.

“Maybe it was better it was now. You could enjoy your evening. I really liked their outfits, by the way.”

“Damn, I should have taken you to the meet and greet,” he says, teeth half grit. The look on your face turns incredulous.

“The what?”

“I got the book signed later on. Took the flight just for that, I got cards from a friend.”

“Oh, neat!”

“I just, hope you had a nice evening as well. Was a bit rude to disappear, that was shitty. I’m dense as shit for a teacher.”

So he still teaches. You knew it. Some things never change.

“No problem, the crowd was all over the place. And we’re here now.”

“Still can’t believe it. Honestly. How’s the clinic nowadays, how are you?”

Letting go of the scar, you swim back to where you were. His eyes are luminous now.

“Well, uh. Enough that I can take a long vacation in Italy and my patients are still in good hands. You know the team. Park is still around as well.”

He nods, smile attentive.

“That sounds good.”

“He says I’ll like Rome, he was there in 2017. But I think I prefer Bologna. It feels cozy there. We travel to Siena in two days as well. You’re headed home to your students?”

“Flight goes next week. Monday afternoon. Korean Air from Milan. Nice cathedral. But busy at the airport.”

You puff out, all too familiar.

“Take your sanitizer and a scarf.”

“Yeah, hate flying. Always get a cold two weeks after I arrive.”

“Sleep before, drink enough, take a ginger capsule. And you might wanna do some exercises for your back. It’s a long flight.”

“Looks like I get a cold with good reason,” he laughs, “I’m clueless.”

“If you want to, I can show you some exercises and stuff.”

“Really? Just, unpaid? This is your vacation.”

“If I don’t care about my patient’s health without the payment involved I shouldn’t be a surgeon. Salary is just for my groceries and that. Most of my colleagues don’t get this. Defeats the purpose of the whole thing.”

Namjoon laughs even more.

“That’s why Park thinks you’re Houdini or something. And, the exercises, that sounds cool.”

“We could practice here for a minute if you don’t mind. Water has more resistance to train, it’s perfect. Hydrotherapy is powerful.”

“True. Why not. Unless you’re exhausted.”

You shake your head. How could you be. With him here. 

“Wide awake if you ask me. Ready if you are.”

“Okay, uh. Yes, then. What do I do?”

You position yourself at the pool’s fringe with both arms propped up.

“It’s similar to how when you work out, this way.”

Slowly, you let both of your legs ascend backwards. Namjoon watches intently, then takes on the same pose. However, his legs lift only two thirds as high.

“Need a hand?”

Namjoon huffs.

“Kinda.”

Although hesitant, you steady yourself next to him, lift him by the hip, gently. He doesn’t skip leg days as you now come to see.

“It’s more difficult since you’re tall. Keep the tension in the lower back now.”

“Okay— ah.”

He groans out twice. 

“Hurts?”

You let go of his hip.

“No, no it doesn’t. Just, need a moment, I’m sorry.”

“What’s wrong? Is it the back?”

Namjoon looks sweaty now. Panicking.

“Need, my robe, I apologize. Just a moment.”

“Hm?”

His face is blank.

“Will be right back. I forgot something.”

When he tries to turn upright, hasty, and brushes against your stomach with his crotch, you understand why. 

No need for you to even look down. 

He backs away so fast, you can’t do as much as blink.

“Shit, oh my god, shit! It wasn’t my—!”

Your tone becomes much firmer.

“Hey. Namjoon! Calm down. It’s something normal.”

“I’m sorry, it just, I didn’t want to bother, I...!”

He backs away further.

“I know which nerves go where and what they do, Kim.”

“That was creepy of me, I’m so sorry!”

Namjoon already scurries to get out of the pool once more, grabbing at the slippery edge twice without finding proper hold.

“It wasn’t, just, stop!”

His movements freeze. He glides off the edge.

“It wasn’t?”

Yeah.

“You’re very attractive. And, and I like you. I have no problem. Anatomy is my job. Calm down. You’ll hurt yourself like that. I don’t have a problem with it. Okay.”

He looks shameful now, one hand reaching down to shield himself. However, what was hurried motion a second ago, is now the deer in headlights.

“Really?”

“Yes. How can I lie. I know your body very well already. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Just say what’s on your mind. You’re the one with a fucking boner yet you’re making it hard for me. Metaphorically.”

A tinge of a shy smile blends into his embarassed expression.

“I uh, I think. Um.”

“Finally he says something! Thought he’d never do!”

“You are attractive, too. I hope I’m not rude, but—”

“Hardly. What do you want to say?”

“Uh...”

“My god Namjoon, don’t act like a teenager. We’re adults, we know each other. Seen you naked on the operating table three times and, goddammit, five times full frontal in the preperations.”

“Just thought, you’re really, sexier than ever. And your hands— I, actually, never remembered you like this at the clinic. 2014, I mean. I was really. Blown away right now. It’s been so long.”

You have to chuckle. ‘Sexier than ever’. Well, alright. Time to deliver that line.

“Surgeons age like fine wine. Cause we don’t drink it.”

Namjoon tilts his head back in a cackle.

“You know what it does on the inside.”

“Yup. You got it.”

He exhales. Looking more relaxed, at least. 

“Only thing I got right today. Gosh.”

He lets go of the pool’s edge entirely. You cross your arms.

“So you wanna owe up to that you liked the touch or not?” 

“What?”

“Maybe you did make it hard for me. Just, literally.”

“Not metaphorically I’m sure.”

“Oh indeed?

“Yeah. I guess.”

Now you’re the one laughing. Namjoon seems awfully bashful in his corner of the basin. You nod your head toward the exit. 

“Which one of our hotel rooms makes a better fucking, patient Kim?”

“Hah?”

“Can’t jizz up this pool, can we. Gianmarco would have a breakdown.”

He seems to gather himself a little more now. Nevertheless, he sweats.

“Patient care... is supposed to be in the doctor’s office.”

“I have no view on the Doge’s Palace or something.”

“Really?”

“Nope. As I said. The salary is for groceries. And the tour guide did a shitty booking.”

And you’d rather spend your money on the Dogaressa where people like Namjoon are, who are you kidding. 

“Then I have good news. If you make house visits for patients.”

“Oh, truly. Sure do.”

“You’ll enjoy the evening.”

At least you can scrub off the chlorine scent there with hotel-provided shampoo, yet the bathroom is equally mediocre as yours. But the glass facade beyond the bed showcases much more than just the palace itself. You can see the Dome, the Biblioteca, people coming from the Piazza San Marco, the Ponte, the Museo Diocesano. 

And Namjoon. Rubbing down his spiky hair with a towel and slipping a condom on. You hang up your bathrobe at one of the wardrobes where his unlaced Oxford shoes stand and join him on the bed. Against the light of the city, he looks even more sculpted. The heat and throb between your legs doesn’t lie.

“Doc on a Date, huh.”

“Pretty much.”

“Very much inclined for the Birdz and the Beez, who would have known.”

Namjoon barely has the condom on that he has to grin again.

“Okay. If you can do something with that cardiotho—something.”

“Cardiothoracic. Heart and lungs.”

“Both going pretty wild over here.”

“No problem, Mister.”

You pat the large pillow at the head of the bed, embroidered with the Hotel Baccio raven emblem. He reclines.

“Good thing I don’t have to see you all ventral nowadays, you know.”

“Too vertical to be prone tonight, I’m sorry, Doc.”

“Y/N.”

Namjoon rubs his face with both hands and sighs out.

“Damn, Park mentioned it once. Never realized. Y/N, right.”

“Don’t sweat it. Can we safeword?”

“Safeword is, I don’t know. Rome.”

He’s paid attention. 

“Milan for slow. Bologna for okay. Verona for faster. How about that.”

“And Ilsan. For please don’t go.”

You freeze. The look in Namjoon’s eyes is different. 

Much more gloomy. Or is it serene? You feel your heart drop. 

“Don’t say that, don’t, don’t remind me...”

“It’s not for you,” he shakes his head twice.

“Hm?”

Namjoon points toward his chest.

“It’s a reminder for me. Will make this count, Y/N. I’ve been dumb all evening. Gotta do something right for once.”

“Don’t pressure yourself.”

He frowns.

“Not with this opportunity. You stitched my life together. You did so much.”

The guy on the street starts singing again. Your fists clamp at either your knees.

“It was a car accident. And my profession. You don’t have to repay me with sex. What counts is you’re healed. Okay.”

The last Gondola passes the Hotel on the Canal now. Namjoon’s expression has turned grave.

“Maybe, maybe you’re right,” he rustles in the sheets, sits up.

“We can just sit here and talk about your students. Don’t think you owe me anything. Seeing the scar was what satisfied me.”

Another lie. But what can you do. He was right about Ilsan.

Namjoon reaches down to peel the condom off. It flops down on the nightstand crumpled and unused.

“You can look at it,” he bends forward just enough for the light of the palace to shine across his back. “As long as you want. I’m just a mess.”

You lay both hands on his shoulders. The shadows they cast are deep. Goosebumps form on his arms.

“Don’t hate yourself, Namjoon.”

“I’m ruining your evening, I’m stupid.”

“You’re just... maybe, awkward. There’s a difference. But I can’t blame you, okay. It’s alright.”

“You have to, I’ve been rude to you all day.”

The palace outside looks twice less radiant now. You clench your fists harder now, thinking it would not make you feel the sweat.

“We didn’t meet for five years. Caught you off guard, that’s it. Rude is when you do it deliberately.”

“The result is the same. I’m very sorry. I just bother you.”

Your voice turns more mortified.

“What?!”

“I do.”

“No, you don’t? I just said I like you fifteen minutes ago. And I don’t think that changed!”

“Don’t say that, look at me. I’m just a burden for someone like you. I’m not good enough. I don’t deserve anything of... this.”

The words take a long time to register in your mind. Your neck feels as if it’s about to burst.

“Joon! Get yourself together!”

“But it’s true.”

The singing on the street abates.

You throw yourself on the other side of the bed, rip open the nightstand’s upper drawer. Namjoon looks more than startled when you throw a condom packaging at him. It slips through his fingers and lands on the sheets.

“Put it on,” you point downwards. He picks it up, still unsure.

“Y/N?”

“I said put it on. Fuck you, Kim Namjoon. Fuck you, and your endless bullshit. I’m tired. I’ll bloody prove you wrong. Move it!”

Namjoons hands are too hasty to tear the wrapping open, so you take it from him and do it yourself. He squeaks when you roll it down on him.

“You believe it when I screw it into your brain? Stop talking shit. Looks like it’s not you who has to be the rude one.”

“I, I!”

“You’re right, you are a dumbass. Lie down.”

“Okay!”

Namjoon falls back into the pillow fast. You mount him faster, index pressing down on his chest.

“And now, be damn honest. And give me a whole sentence. Can you take a fucking and say you deserve it?”

His voice becomes even squeakier.

“Take a— yes! I mean! Deserve? Are you sure about this?”

“I see.”

You grab hold of Namjoon’s bathrobe that lies folded beneath the bed and remove its fabric belt.

“Is it okay you do me a favor and bite on this, you need to shut up. First, you talk crap, second, Gianmarco’s gonna call us up in two minutes if you can’t control your voice. We’re in a damn hotel, not the restaurant with Hoseok on stage.”

“Sorry, doc. I’m just rude and a prick.”

You roll your eyes.

“Pipe down, bite or not?”

You crumple up the fabric of the belt into a palm-sized ball. Eyebrows raised. Gaze fixed.

“Bologna.”

“Then open your mouth now.” And he does. For you to stuff the gag in. ���Tap the mattress for Rome.”

“Mhm!”

“I like you better that way. Whiny patient. Or is it that,” you pause, then listen to any activity on the corridor. Then continue, “you like being so damn degraded?”

The igneous look in his eyes is all too telling. You’re getting hornier by the minute.

“I’m hitting more than one nerve today, am I. You’re acting so strange. Is it really that? Is it—”

The nightstand phone ringing so disturbingly loud makes both of you flinch so hard that the bed frame vibrates.

Gianmarco.

“Fuck!”

Without thinking, you pick it up in an instant. A nasal, but charming voice resounds.

“Ciao! Sir, this is Roberto from the kitchen service. You told us to ring back later, after you went to the rooftop? You’ve booked for special diet.”

You look at Namjoon wide-eyed. He just stares right back.

“I, I did, yes. I mean, my husband did. Namjoon. For us. What is it?”

“Oh, this is Donna Kim? It says single room here on the form.”

“I’ve booked another room. We’re, uh, currently divorcing. This is complicated.”

“Mamma mia! I’m sorry to hear that. We can still arrange the special diet for two as you said, the cook will know.”

“Right, right. Um. Just a second, Signore.”

After covering the speaker with a pillow, you fumble at Namjoon’s mouth to get at least half of the fabric out.

“What on earth, Joon! This Roberto guy wants something with a special diet! What the fuck!”

Namjoon leans forward to whisper in your ears as good as his gag permits.

“Vege—tarian!”

“Oh gosh, of course. Oh my god. Roberto?” you lift the pillow, grab the phone again. “Are you there?”

“Yes, Donna Kim? Is everything alright?”

“Vegetarian diet for both of us.”

“Noted. No problem! The buffet opens at seven. Call at half past six if there’s anything else you need.”

“Alright!”

“Good night!”

“Good night, Signore!”

You hang up, sigh out. Namjoon tugs the rest of the belt out of his mouth and chuckles. Either of your breaths go times as heavy now. At least the bed frame has calmed down.

“And I thought it’s Gianmarco ready to kick us out.”

“Yeah. Bad timing for Roberto. You made him call you that late, anyways?”

“Kind of, he was busy and—”

You yelp when the phone violently erupts with another loud ring. 

This time, Namjoon, after almost tipping over the alarm clock on the nightstand with his arm, grabs the speaker.

“Yes? Kim here?”

The familiar pitch resounds.

“Ah, Signore! I’m sorry to disturb you again.”

“No problem.”

“I didn’t ask for any allergies. I’m terribly sorry.”

“Hazelnut, and no milk, please.”

“Hazelnut, no milk. Okay, that should be it. Grazie!”

“Good night.”

“And I’m sorry to hear about your divorce.”

“Yeah. Thank you, Roberto. We’ll get through. See you tomorrow.”

The phone clicks back into its hanger. Namjoon collapses backwards into the pillow.

“Fuck, man.”

“This guy is gonna send me into actual heart surgery if he goes on like that.”

You nestle about your hair, the phone now all the more in the corner of your eyes.

“He probably will. He’s from Genua. These people are a different breed.”

“I don’t think a house visit was the best idea. Your room,” you point to the glass window, “has bad as shit Karma.”

Namjoon puts the belt aside.

“Should we go to your suite?”

“No, I have another idea.”

“Oh?”

“Grab your robe.”

You slide from the bed, check the watch on the wall opposite to the bed. Almost eleven.

“Okay, but where are we headed?”

“Downstairs. Grab a towel from the bathroom.”

“What, to the lobby? A towel?”

“To hide your boner. Come.”

The small bench of the sauna is less rough on either of your knees after you spread out the towel. A lot less. One quick gaze toward the wooden door ensures that the lock is still in place. Namjoon notices and his thrusts go invariably slower. 

“You alright Y/N?” he asks. You look back across your shoulder to meet his eyes.

“I think I’m enjoying the evening.”

“This has better Karma, you mean. Maybe it’s Feng Shui.”

“Yeah,” you nod. “And Joon.”

“Yes?”

“Your hip.”

“Oh!”

“Keep on moving. Don’t talk, you fuck. I want more dick. Verona.”

You grab hold of a board at the end of the bench, allowing you to lean forward better.

“Okay, Doc.”

He brings his pelvis forward to shaft you down on him. The small oven in the corner puffs out another cloud of steam while you moan out through gritted teeth. To your luck, to your pleasure, and even through the chaos of the last minutes — Namjoon is still erect. 

Holding onto its dear life, the condom’s seam dances up and down on his girth while he pumps into you, curving closer to your cervix, but not quite coming on a tangent to it. You press your hip back on him to see how he reacts. Judging by the choked noise, you might as well have started bouncing on him way earlier. A continued, gyrating arch, and you can feel him wind inside of you. The oven swirls another portion of clouds into the air while the bench creaks a bit.

“Wish they had a mirror here,” you huff out. “To see your scar.”

“They probably have one in the Museo somewhere across the street.”

A faster bounce on him. 

“You’re not just an idiot, you wanna become a burglar as well, huh. Grab my waist.”

He does. With the added support, you can let go of the bench with one hand and reach between your thighs. Circling in two fingers right in between. 

And so, his thrusts become shallow — again. 

“Y/N.”

“What is it now.”

“Do I not satisfy you? Because you’re rubbing your...”

“Can’t put it inside someone else like you do. Nature’s ways.”

“What do you mean?”

“A dick’s just a grown long clit. Never read a pregnancy book?” 

“Pardon?”

“We all start with one. I need to send your ass to Dr. Park’s new clinic department.”

“No, no... You misunderstood. I just mean, I want to please you, Y/N.”

You slide off your two fingers and seize the board with both hands again.

“No problem, rub away. Bologna.”

“Does it not feel good when I penetrate you?”

“If you talk nerve cells, there’s not much in there. Party is in the front.”

His hands disappear from your waist.

“You don’t feel anything?”

“Fool, of course. You’re quite big,” you wiggle your hips. “But not as much. As I said. Rub away. Makes it better.”

His voice drops stern. The oven stays still. 

“Rome.”

“What!”

You feel Namjoon slip outside of you. 

“If it’s not good by itself and you have to rub to make it better, it’s just... of no use!”

You sit up on the towel to face him. 

“Joon, I didn’t mean it was ‘bad’. I just said I want dick two minutes ago.”

“And ten seconds ago you said it could be better,” he reaches around his base and shoves the condom to the front, then glides it off entirely. “And before, that you’d rather see my back. Twice, even.”

“Joonie, that was nothing against you. I just don’t have a prostate inbuilt there, okay. And the scar. I just like seeing it, that’s—”

“It was. I’m just a burden again. You don’t have to ‘prove me wrong’. I don’t want that. I wanted a normal date and sex to make you feel good.”

You wonder how on earth since quarter past ten he didn’t manage to kill his own boner.

“Man, you suck.”

“I told you.”

“Because we can’t enjoy having sex for a damn blink of an eye without you talking shit. Tons and tons. The irony? First your Ilsan thing, now this. One time you say you make it count because we have no time, next moment you put yourself down and ruin the atmosphere. One time you say nothing, and suddenly you drown me in words. You make no sense! Where’s the damn gag?”

“I left it in the room, I’m sorry.”

“For fuck’s sake. Why are you suddenly like that? Where’s that guy from Table 15? I thought we could just have fun like that! I thought we’d fit together! Didn’t we, back then?”

“I don’t know. Back then is not what I feel now. I wish... I could please you.”

“Good, then we flip that around. I do the put-downs. Not you. You bury yourself— here.” 

After chucking away the condom from the towel at the expense of hotel sanitation and hoping not to forget picking it up later, you get up from your knees, then lean back, opening your legs toward him until he scoots closer at your beckoning. “Is that better, you little shit?”

The bench creaks again. Namjoon fumbles at your thighs.

“You know that I prefer dessert.”

He does. Who else orders an extra large portion of ice cream with seasonal fruit for music night. 

“Now you can talk as much as you want to, teach. Jesus Christ. You’re more complicated than Roberto and our divorce combined. Come on now, this is Verona. Practice some fucking vocabulary.”

As the little digital board at the door indicates— only a dozen minutes left until the spa closes. You realize that Namjoon’s tongue is more eager than his cock. As are his pillowy lips, delivering both suction, kisses, cushioning, lubrication. The towel has wetted through anyways, so you don’t care. He keeps on dipping in his tongue far with your hands tracing across his spine as low as they can wander. The rhythm of his jaw is pliant. You feel his breath brushing on your clit up close. Oh shit. A spill of gritted curses drops from your lips. 

You dig your nails into his shoulders. His bulging arms. His hair. His neck. Hard. Why use one knife when you have ten at hand. Works wonders. He licks faster. The heavy throbbing in your core makes the drum skills of Justin Jungkook seem vastly insignificant. ‘Rowdy’ Jin would be envious of the electric current zapping out your brain and making your legs tremble around Namjoon’s bulky torso. Maybe it’s Venice. Maybe you haven’t handled your patient properly. It’s the only explanation you have for him acting up in such a weird way once things turned sexual. The things that exercises do. He does know which of your nerves go where and what they do.

The steam keeps on infusing the room with chamomile fumes and some last hotel guests tap along the corridor outside in their flip-flops, past the lock firmly in place. They’re headed toward the Kneipp water-treading basin at the entrance of the spa where they gather. While Namjoon, marked down and ruined as he is, licks and nips away with his chin dripping, the last jolts of a climax bringing your core into a clench, you hear them trot up the exit stairs in the distance. Good timing. 

His back is too slippery to give your legs a place to cling to, so all you can possibly do is rest them over his clawed-at shoulders which are, thankfully, wide enough. One last deep inhale of the steam before the oven fades out. He kisses your labia, then reclines, nodding towards the condom that he goes to pick up. You can barely stand up and gather the towel. Please you indeed. Milan does have a nice cathedral. 

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[tintakaca]

The Light In Your Eyes

Kim Hye-Ja (Han JiMin) always wanted to become an announcer but suddenly grow old and turn to 70-year-old woman (Kim HyeJa) because of the time-reversing watch. Lee Joon-Ha (Nam Joo-Hyuk) is hardworking to become a reporter but lives his life hopelessly after his grandma passed away.

Baru ep3, I already have the lingering after the episode ends today.

Always a fan of NamJooHyuk (my Busan namja) 😘 and melodrama.

I hope this is another good piece.

[gaspichi]

Duolingo Studies part 1

Brands:

삼성 - Samseong - Samsung

현대 = Hyeondae - Hyundai

스타벅스 - Seutabeokseu - Starbucks

멕도날드 - Maekdonaldeu - Mcdonalds

듀오링고 - Dyuolinggo - Duolingo

배스킨라빈스 - Baeseukinrabinseu

Cities:

서울 - Seoul

런던 - Leondeon - London

파리 - Pari - Paris

뉴욕 - Nyu Yok - New York

워싱턴 - Wosingteon - Washington

부산 - Busan 

도쿄 - Dokyo - Tokyo

베를린 - Beleullin - Berlin

Idk what to call this section:

아파트 - Apateu - Apartment 

파티 - Patti - Party

커피 - Keopi - Coffee

아이스크림 - Aiseukeulim Ice Cream 

콜라 - Kolla - Coke

여자 - Yeoja - Woman

남자 - Namja - Man

죽음 - Jukeum - Death (actually learned this from AU but I just put it in here)

빵 - Ppang - Bread

사과 - Sagwa - Apple

집 - Jib - House

학교 - Hakkyo - School 

잭 - Chaek - Book 

연필 - Yeonpil - Pencil

음식 - Eumsik - Food

장소 - Jangso - Place

물건 - Mulgeon - Stuff/Things

여자아이 - Yeojaai - Girl

남자아이 - Namjaai - Boy

노레 - Nolae - Song

[gotmeolk]

[PIC] 170721 BTS x PUMA Court Star © PUMA

Our Gyeongsang-do Namjas. Daegu vs. Busan

[bvidzsoo]

I like you

 Author: bvidzsoo

 Warning: none, in case you can’t handle fluff…

 Pairing: Kim Taehyung x female reader

 Word count: 1, 733

 Summary: Your dream was to visit the world…places that some people dreamed to visit. The day has finally come and you’re here, in the place you always wanted to see…South Korea. But things don’t turn out as you wished and well….to your luck, your knight in shining armor will be none other than Kim Taehyung.

 A/N: So, this short one-shot is for my dear Kpop and BTS mate…it’s her birthday today and I wanted to write this for her, with none other than her bias, V.  

         Boldog szulinapot, Adel!

    My dream since I was a little girl was to visit as many places I could. I’ve been to quiet a few and how could I miss Korea? So here I am, in South Korea at a rather small village. How I got here, well that’s a rather funny story!

My plane landed in Busan and I was supposed to go by a plane to Seoul, but because of the weather the flight was canceled. In last minute I bought some bus tickets to Seoul, but on the way there I fell asleep. The difference between the time zones was really bad…well, because I fell asleep I didn’t get off where I was supposed to and well…yeah, here I am. At an unknown place, having no idea who to ask because the streets are quiet empty. It’s rather eerie and I’d like to get away from here as fast as possible.

I wandered around the place for at least two hours, when finally I saw two living souls walking on the street. I quickly rushed towards them and bowed respectfully.

“Annyonghaseyo, I don’t speak Korean. But I’m lost and I need help.” I spoke slowly, so the two old ladies would understand me.

“Mwoya?” One lady said the other, who shrugged.

“You don’t speak English, right?” I asked with a sigh.

“No, sorry.” The lady said with a smile.

“Oh, okay…gamsahamnida.” I bowed and they nodded at me. Well, what did I expect from them? I started wandering around again, seeing a market. With hope that someone young and hopefully that knows English works there, I entered the market…only to see an old man.

“Annyonghaseyo, do you speak English?” I asked with a small smile.

“Annyonghaseyo, don’t.” The man said and shock his head. Why do they understand when I ask them if they speak English but they can’t speak. I nodded my head at him and exited the market. Well, I feel like I’m doomed. What if everyone in this village is old and they don’t speak English. I can’t read Hangul, so how the heck am I going to Seoul now? My phone died an hour ago, I’m hopeless. As I was on the verge of crying, someone bumped in me from behind.

“Omo! Mianhamnida.” The boy bowed at me…this boy was young, suddenly I took a step towards him.

“Do you speak English? Please tell me you do.” I looked with hopeful eyes at him.

“I do.” He nodded lazily.

“Oh my god! Finally!” I took a deep breath, happiness spreading through me. “I’m lost and I need help.”

“I figured, you not here?” He asked, his English broken. I didn’t care, honestly I could have cried of happiness that he can understand and speak with me.

“No, I’m  not from here.” I shook my head “I was supposed to go to Seoul, but I fell asleep on the bus and ended up here.”

“Oh, that’s bad. Help you?” He asked with a smile.

“Yes, tell me how can I get to Seoul.” I nodded, I took a paper and pencil ready to write down every information.

“Today, can’t. Bus not going to Seoul, finished for today.” He said shaking his head.

“There are no more busses going to Seoul?” I asked, feeling my happiness shatter.

“No, only tomorrow.” He said with a small smile.

“Oh god, where am I sleeping tonight?” I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck.

“Good thing, I’m going Seoul, now.” The boy nodded at himself with a wide grin.

“You’re going to Seoul?” I raised my eyebrows at him “And you’re willing to take me with you?”

“Yes, you come, I’m fine.” The boy shrugged, smiling.

“But—you don’t even know me.” I said a little unsure. Was I really going to sit in a car with a stranger?

“I’m Taehyung, you?”

“Y/N.”

“Now I now know you, so…coming?” Taehyung asked with a big grin.

“Okay.” I nodded chuckling. I took my two bags and followed him to his car. It was a nice, family car, quiet surprising that a guy like him had a car like this. I thought he’s more of a sports car type. I placed my bags in the backseat and sat in the passenger seat.

“Seatbelt.” Taehyung nodded at me and I quickly buckled my belt. He nodded with a smile and started the car. The radio started playing, some Korean radio of course, and the music was actually very nice.

“Why are you Korea?” He asked glancing at me, and I had to stop myself from laughing. I’m not Korea.

“I like visiting new places, and South Korea was on my wish list. I like Asia a lot.” I answered with a smile.

“Oh, I’m happy.” He said chuckling. “What Asia did you visit?”

“You mean countries?”

“Oh, yeah.” Taehyung chuckled embarrassed.

“Japan and Thailand. I want to go to China after this trip.”

“Oh, very nice. China beautiful but Korea, more beautiful.” Taehyung said grinning.

“I don’t know about China, but South Korea is indeed beautiful.” I chuckled.

“Where are you from?”

“Europe.” I answered quietly.

“Oh, I want to go Europe, but…don’t have that money to go.” Taehyung said with a pout.

“It’s not that expansive, depends which country you want to visit.”

“Dracula country.” Taehyung exclaimed and made a blood sucking face.

“Oh my god.” I laughed loudly “That’s Romania.”

“Yes, Romania.” He nodded with a smile. “Wow, the song…I like it.” He suddenly turned up the volume and stared nodding his head.

“Who are they?” I asked, enjoying the music, even though I didn’t understand what they were saying.

“BTS, they cool!” Taehyung exclaimed and started singing along…his voice surprisingly deep and raspy.

“Oh, nice…BTS.” I smiled.

“They seven boys and Jungkook…he my favourite.” Taehyung said and suddenly started rapping along…but kinda failed “Uh, still not good rap with Rap Monster.”

“Don’t worry, with practice you’ll be as good as this guy.” I said, unsure what his name was.

“Rap Monster, no…he’s super good. I try like Suga and J-Hope, maybe once.” Taehyung said grinning.

“Right, you never know.” I shrugged with a smile.

“So, sorry for my English…very bad.” He chuckled embarrassed and after the song was over turned down the volume.

“No!” I exclaimed “You speak very well! A few mistakes here and there, nothing major. You don’t even know how happy I was when you said you speak English.”

“Oh, me happy too because you happy. Very nice girl.” Taehyung winked at me with a smile.

“Oh, thank you…you’re very nice too.” I said while blushing. What is this? I’m already blushing and I barely met this guy…can’t blame me, he’s so handsome.

    The ride to Seoul was a long and exhausting one…at some point I fell asleep and Taehyung stopped to take a break I woke up. By now it was night, I was exhausted and hungry. Very, hungry.

“Were you go?” Taehyung asked when we stopped at a red light. The city was big and beautiful, illuminated by all the lights coming from the big buildings. The people were walking, laughing or simply talking…some on the phone, some listening to music. It was all a dream come true.

“I’m renting a small apartment, but I’m hungry and there’s no food there. Can you take me to a store so I can buy something? And I can take a cab to my apartment, you don’t have to worry.”

“Oh, okay.” Taehyung smiled simply, the light turned green. Well, that was easy….but somehow I didn’t want to part ways with him. On the way here we spoke a lot and I actually like him. He’s a very nice, funny and handsome guy. We stopped in front of a small and cozy looking restaurant. I looked at Taehyung confused.

“Um—I said store—“

“Follow me!” He chuckled getting out of the car.

“But, Taehyung—“

“No, come! Me hungry as well…we eat together here.” He said locking the car. Well—I sure didn’t expect that.

“You really don’t have to, Taehyung.” I sighed as we sat down at a table.

“No…my pleasure.” He patted his chest with a smile.

“Okay but then I’m paying.”

“You have won?” He asked with a smirk.

“Won—I don’t…” I mumbled quietly.

“Then you not pay. They only take won here.” He said with a winner smirk and I scoffed.

“Okay, but I’ll have to repay you back somehow.” I said with a small smile.

“That’s good…repay time.” He laughed at his own words and I chuckled.

    I’ve never eaten so many things at once in my life before. It feels like I’m going to burst but at the same time it doesn’t. All the food was so tasty and spicy. I could actually get used to this and live with food like this. And the rice is so much better than at home, it’s tastier.

“Thank you, Taehyung for everything today.” I smiled when he gave the money to the old lady.

“You—“ The old lady looked at me “have very nice, handsome, namja chingu.” What is a namja chingu?

“Oh, uh—gamsahamnida, that’s very nice of you.” I smiled at the old lady who walked away with a chuckle. Taehyung had a grin on his face and we headed to the car.

Once in front of my apartment he helped me take out my two bags and carried them to the entrance of the building.

“Well, thank you Taehyung for everything!” I bowed at him.

“My pleasure.” He patted my head with a chuckle.

“But, before we part ways…what’s a namja chingu?” I asked.

“Oh—that’s, namja chingu—means boyfriend.” He scratched his neck.

“Boyfriend, than why did the old lady say—oh, wait. She thought we were a couple, right?” I asked with an embarrassed chuckle.

“Yes, she did.” Taehyung giggled, very cutely.

“Well, boyfriend, thank you.” I chuckled.

“The payment…I want your number…your payment.” Taehyung said clearly and loudly.

“Oh, you—I mean, sure.” I was flustered, but that was an understatement. We exchanged numbers.

“Tomorrow…be ready at ten, I’m coming.” He said starting to walk away.

“What? Why?” I asked surprised.

“Secret…take you somewhere. Goodnight!”

“I’m—goodnight!” I waved at him as he sat inside his car. Am I having a date tomorrow? With a small squeal I took my bags and headed to my apartment.