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hello! first of all I love your fanfictions so much!
When I discovered your account, I literally binge read all of the fanfictions. There are barely any fanfictions of sweet home military men.
I really like the way you write the romantic part.Like when I read them I am giggling and kicking my feet.
Can I request a sweet home Park chan young fanfiction?
Angst + fluff?
I am a big fan of angst.
the reader is a part of the platoon member she and Chan young got into a pretty bad fight. They didn't talk to each other for a few days. yk the scene where the military devices detected a monster nearby? The platoon suspected that the reader was the monster. She was not. Park Chan young got worried, defended her,etc.
I will leave the rest of it to you.
Have a great day! :)
ahhh honestly thank you so much!! it truly means a lot <33 heres your request!! i hope you like it (and sorry for the abrupt endingđ)
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park chan-young x f!reader
you slapped chan-youngâ arm as you held back your laugh. the two of you were patrolling the area and he kept trying to distract you and make you laugh.
âyouâre going to get us in trouble. you know what happened the last time sarge saw us unfocused while we were on patrolâ you were trying to be serious.
âi know, i just like seeing you smileâ chan-young admitted and you felt your heart quicken as you awkwardly cleared your throat âand i like when i smile tooâ
he then quickly added on and you nodded your head as you both fell silent.
the next couple of minutes you both walked in silence. neither one of you saying a word. that was, until you both spotted eun-yu who was making her way to an area that was off bounds to civilians.
âcome onâ chan-young whispered to you and you both followed eun-yu.
eventually, she arrived to an opening that led out of the stadium.
âstop!â you called out to her.
you were familiar with eun-yu, you had spoken to her a couple of times before but never became close with her.
as she turned to look at you and chan-young she let out a sigh.
âjust act like you didnât see me and let me goâ she glared towards you, making her way out of the opening.
chan-young began to follow and you grabbed his arm.
âwe are not going after herâ you shook your head.
ây/n, we have to. she could die out there. sheâs not even got a weapon with herâ he argued back.
eun-yu looked back at the two of you briefly before beginning to walk away.
âit seems like sheâs done this before. we canât just go after her. weâd be putting our lives at risk for no reason! we have no back upâ you were trying to pull chan-young back as he was making his way to follow eun-yu.
âfine. you donât want to risk your life, thatâs your choice but i have to make sure she doesnât get hurt. donât worry, iâll bring her back as soon as possibleâ he yanked his arm from your grip and started to quicken his pace as he followed eun-yu.
âdonât do this!â you yelled at him but he ignored you.
with a groan you shook your head and made your way back into the stadium. you were annoyed that chan-young hadnât listened to you and you were worried for his safety.
you chose cover for him when sergeant kim asked where he was but you hated having to lie. and you hated the feeling of waiting for him to return.
if he would even return.
it was so dangerous and you worried for his safety.
a couple of hours had passed and you were now in your room. you were pacing up and down. he shouldâve been back by now.
maybe you shouldâve told the rest of the platoon where he went because what if he was in danger?
so many different scenarios from good to bad ran through your head.
why did he always have to be so selfless?
after about ten more minutes, you heard a knock at your door. you rushed to open it and when you saw chan-young. as soon as he entered, you immediately wrapped your arms around him.
âwoah, whatâs that for?â he was taken back.
âwhat was that for?â you couldnât believe him, the relief of him being back quickly washed over you and was now replaced we fury âyouâre an idiot you know that? you left here for god knows how many hours and i didnât know if you were dead or alive! i donât understand why you always do thisâ
chan-youngâ eyebrows furrowed.
âwhy are you being so rude? you knew i went to go after eun-yu and itâs good i did. she was almost killedâ he answered back.
âyou donât get it chan-young!â you were now raising your voice âyou canât just keep putting your life on the line for these people especially when theyâre sneaking out! i had to lie for you!â
âi didnât ask you to lie for me! i can take care of myselfâ
âyou didnât have to! i did so anyway because i- you know what? forget it. im done with this chan-young. if you want to keep putting yourself at risk then please do so. i canât be your friend any longerâ
âfineâ chan-young scoffed before storming out your room.
over the next few days, you asked sergeant kim to switch all your shifts that you had with chan-young. you made up an excuse about wanting to do some medic training instead so that he wouldnât question you too much about your request.
while no one said anything, they all noticed your change in behaviour. your once bubbly self who wouldnât stop talking, especially to chan-young, was now quiet and you kept to yourself.
you hated not speaking with chan-young but you told yourself it was for the best. you couldnât get too close and keep worrying about him like you had done. more importantly, you couldnât have feeling for him. you couldnât love him.
thatâs what you told yourself.
you sighed as you slowly sat up from your bed. you didnât feel well. your head was pounding and your sinuses felt blocked.
the good thing about you was that you hid your pain well, thereâd been many times where you just wanted to be in bed hiding from the world but you always managed to push past all of that. this time was like no other.
you got dressed and made your way to the main platoon area.
âyou look roughâ one of the platoon members commented as they saw you and you shook your head.
âjust tiredâ you lied as you then sat down waiting for the morning brief.
chan-young had noticed you from across the room and he could tell something was wrong.
but he didnât dare approach you. so, instead he made sure to keep an eye from a far.
as the day went on, you felt worse and worse. doing you best to power through it all.
of course, nothing was going right and people were constantly causing a disturbance meaning you and the other platoon members had to deal with it.
you were now stood in the command room with some of your other fellow soldiers who were trying to use the radio.
âthe radios have stopped working..â jin-ho raised his eyebrow in confusion but suddenly alarms sounded from multiple devices.
âsir, it seems that thereâs a monster within the stadiumâ jin-ho then held his device up to sergeant tak who hummed in response, now also holding a device that was making loud sound.
âwe need to find itâ sergeant tak put the device down.
everyone followed his orders as they made their way out the room and to the main platoon area.
as you all gathered around, waiting for more orders from the sarge. you felt a lump in your throat as suddenly the room became hot and your face couldnât hide how you were feeling anymore.
âyah! y/n, why do you look like that?â one of the soldiers near you commented loudly and heads turned in your direction.
âthatâs true, why is she sweating so much and why does she look ill? what if sheâs the monster?â another said and you shook your head but it was evident how ill you were.
âshe has been acting strange! what if sheâs been one for a while but has just been hiding it?! we canât risk our livesâ more soldiers kept adding to the conversation.
âi promise im notâ you just about managed to say as the room began to spin.
this wasnât good.
âreally guys, i promiseâ you breathed out finding yourself unbalanced.
you were going to pass out.
more soldiers began to accuse you and eventually you blocked out all the voices. you were trying to focus on not passing out. if that was even possible.
âlook! y/n isnât the monster, if she was she wouldâve turned long agoâ chan-young suddenly piped in.
he had been watching everything unfold and he could tell something was wrong with you. and it wasnât that you were a monster.
âhow do you know? sheâs been acting strange!â one of the soldiers then held his gun up at you and chan-young immediately put himself between you and the other soldiers.
âseriously! sheâs not a monster. she can prove it by cutting her arm-just give her a chanceâ chan-young was trying to reason with them.
everyone was then in an uncomfortable silence and it was only broken by the sudden sound of a thud.
your body hit the ground and everything went dark.
you had passed out.
âsee! sheâs a monster!â the soldier holding his gun motioned to your body now on the floor ânow move so we can stop her from fully turningâ
ây/n, wake upâ chan-young was now by your side, he lifted your head onto his lap and was gently tapping you face âwait, let me prove it. sheâs not a monster-just illâ
âlet himâ sergeant tak finally spoke up and chan-young let out a sigh of relief.
he pulled out his knife and gently cut your arm.
blood gently trickled from the wound and after a couple of minutes when they realised you werenât healing, only then the soldiers who were accusing you backed down.
âsee, sheâs not a monsterâ chan-young fired at them before turning this attention to you fully.
he was worried. why had you fainted?
with one quick movement, chan-young swiftly lifted you with his arms and carried you to your room. he gently placed you on your bed and removed your socks and any unnecessary gear from you. he then got a rag and put cold water on it before dabbing it on your forehead until you finally woke up.
you were beyond confused.
âwhat happened? chan-young why are you here?â you questioned, realising you were in your room.
âim so glad youâre awake. you fainted and you had a really high temperatureâ his voice was soft as worry was all over his face âare you okay? you donât seem well at allâ
âi think itâs just the flu or something, iâll be fineâ you muttered and tried to sit up but chan-young stopped you.
âstop being stubborn y/n!â he scolded, his voice came out louder than he wanted and you slowly nodded before laying back down.
âim sorry for raising my voice. itâs just youâre not well and you should restâ he softened his voice again and you felt yourself tear up.
you had really missed him.
you turned your head away from him as you felt a tear roll down your cheek. you hated crying in front of other people.
ây/n, whatâs wrong?â he asked but you didnât respond âyou can tell meâ
chan-young waited a couple of minutes but you werenât talking or answering him.
he let out a defeated sigh.
âiâll leave you to be alone, if you want to talk im always hereâ he said and turned to leave but you quickly sat up and grabbed onto his arm to stop him.
âdonât leaveâ you sniffled looking up at him and chan-young wrapped his arms around you and you held on to him tightly âiâm sorry for getting so angry and ignoring you. iâve missed having you around so much, i just worry when youâre not here and-â
chan-young returned the hug and rubbed circles on your back as he shushed you.
âstop apologising. y/n ive missed you so much too. i shouldnât have been so careless, iâŠâ chan-young then paused âi love you y/nâ
as soon as he said those words your heart skipped a beat.
had you heard that right? chan-young loved you?
you slowly pulled away, face in shock.
âwhat?â you whispered.
âi love youâ he repeated reaching to hold your hand.
âi love you too chan-youngâ you admitted with a smile and chan-young brought your hand up to his lips.
he had a huge grin on his face as he then kissed your hand.
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just thinking about virgin!anton being the cutest boy asking for you pussy, he's not the type to vocalize his desires, but his vulnerable look says it all.
"p-please?" he begs softly as he squeezes his own bulge in his pants, his eyes clouded with pleasure as his dick leaks pre-cum. anton was so shy that he masturbated over his underwear, he never touched his own dick freely, he was definitely the shyest boy you knew.
"oh, what's wrong, baby? you don't want to show me your cock? is my baby that shy?" you teased, caressing his thick thigh, the boy just begged for your touch through his eyes, he was desperate. anton finally unbuttons his own pants, still extremely embarrassed, the boy's heart was beating so fast that he could faint.
"good boy! you're doing well." you praised him as you moved your panties to the side, you were ready to receive him. upon noticing the boy's difficulty in removing his own pants, you offered to help him by pulling the piece of clothing down without any objection.
"i'm not gonna hurt you, hm? trust me." you said finally exposing anton's stiff cock, it was big and thick with some bulging veins. it was hard to believe that the cutest, shyest boy you knew had such a thick dick.
"i-i don't think this is a good idea, i'm too big, it will hurt..." anton was desperate, he was certainly insecure about his own size and worried about the possibility of hurting you. however, for you the idea of ââfeeling anton's dick poking your womb was tempting, after all, you were far from innocent and untouched.
"don't worry, i love big boys." you gave a teasing smile and inserted the top of anton's cock into your little pussy, the boy gave a choked moan and looked at you with that famous "puppy look". without much ado, you slowly descend on Anton's cock, swallowing the entire length with your pussy.
"o-oh, you're so tight, you're so perfect...i love you." anton was so vulnerable you felt sorry, you had barely started to move and he was already going crazy. despite being very provocative, you were still getting used to his size, moving slowly on his lap in an attempt to get used to it faster. finally you get momentum and start riding on anton's lap, your whole body trembled as you felt the top of his dick poking your sensitive spot.
anton, still a little embarrassed, grabbed your waist with both strong and large hands pushing your hips against his, he thrust upwards unintentionally in an attempt to get more contact with your pussy, you didn't take your eyes off his, it was almost a connection of souls. he moved his finger to your clit clumsily massaging the area and watching you squirt on his dick.
"i-im cumming..." he warned, hoping you were going to pull his dick out of you, but you just continued until he came in your pussy, he remained silent just watching you lift off his dick completely full of cum.
"oh, you creampied me..." you teased, noticing anton's lost and satisfied look.
"good boy."
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anton as a down bad college bf
â no warnings, fluff, wc: 311
â feeling crazy & insane i love anton real bad
đ€ àŸ
you two were most definitely close friends before you started dating
the type to pay attention to and notice every little thing about you, but not say too much about it
like if you went to eat and mentioned you liked a specific kind of drink, heâd bring it for you another day
would 100% know your coffee order by heart
everyone knew he liked you way before you did just because of the way he looked at you
but you! are! clueless!
asks you to study so he can giggle at you struggling to finish anything
would listen to the same music as you while youâre doing work just because
also because he loves being around you so much
since you were friends before dating, your friends already know each other so when heâs over at your dorm or apartment, no one bats an eye
which is why he goes so oftenđ
loves when your friends tell him about how much you mention him
would leave his clothes at your place âby accidentâ and pretend heâs not about to start tweaking when you actually wear them
& loves when you give him your accessories to wear too
always texts you about things happening during his classes
âthis kid keeps playing and losing that snake gameâ
âoh my god my prof wont stop teaching i cant believe hes actually doing his job rnâ
âi shouldâve skipped todayâ
speaking of skipping (which i do not condoneđ), he would probably try and get you to skip with him so he can âbe productiveâ
would have polaroids of the two of you hung up in his room omg & probably keeps one in his phone case, occasionally changing themđđđđ
loves walking you to your classes, especially in the winter and fall time because it gives him an excuse to nonchalantly hold your hand :â)
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bestfriend!Anton who puts you on his lap to give you affection, touches your hair, kisses you on the neck...being super clingy and fluffy :(
pairing; anton x reader
genre; fluff, best friends to lovers
note; i thought this was such a cute idea so i wrote something based on it.. hope u like it anon ˶ᔠᔠá”˶
listen to your heart
while working in retail isnât all that horrible most of the time, you despise it over the holidays. everyone goes crazy as they search for last-minute christmas presents for their loved ones, friends or anyone else.
today was one of those days when everything was so annoying that you really thought about quitting your job right then and there.
luckily, your shift has ended and you are now on your way back home. you seem to be forgetting what a terrible day it has been so far as you imagine yourself curled up in your warm bed while drinking hot choco and watching your comfort movie.
â*y/n*, someone is waiting for you in your room,â your mom says after giving you a big hug when you arrive at home.
youâre confused as to who it could be, until you recall that your best friend anton texted you saying heâd drop by later as you were spamming him with messages about that one costumer who was extremely rude to you.
you run up the stairs to your room. youâre not so sure why youâre so eager to see anton, but you canât help yourself. being with anton after a tiring day makes you feel at ease. he just has that effect on you.
âohhh, slow down,â anton sits up on your bed. you can tell he made himself feel at home because just a second ago he was laying in your bed as if it was his own. âwhy are you running? is the rude customer after you?â
since you canât tell anton that you hurried up to your room because of him, you just throw yourself on your bed. âno, i just really missed my bed. it has been an exhausting day.â
âand here i was hoping that you were running because you couldnât wait to see me,â anton pouts, leaning back on your bed.
youâre right, you think. but i canât let you know..
âwell, apparently you were missing me because how are you at my house when iâm not even there?â
anton shrugs. âso what if i missed you, is it so wrong to miss your best friend?â
youâre shocked at how casually anton can say things like this. does he truly not realise how much of an impact his words have on you? it irritates you that he's saying these things and acting so dreamy when you're already trying to shake the thought that you like him â much more than you could ever imagine liking someone.
you sigh, laying down on your back. âi just really need to rest.â
âhey, come here,â anton pats next to him. âwe can rest together.â
for a second, youâre not sure if you should really go and sit down next to him, because your feelings are all over the place today and you donât know what could happen, but you push those thoughts aside and just go for it.
âyou can lay your head on my lap. i will give you a head massage. iâm a pro,â anton softly smiles at you.
god, he really isnât making it easy to not fall in love with him, you sigh. your head is telling you not to do it, but for once in your life, you decide to listen to your heart instead.
you place your head gently on antonâs lap. youâre afraid you won't be able to resist kissing anton if you open your eyes and see him staring down at you, hence why your eyes are closed.
anton starts massaging your head softly and youâre surprised at how good it actually feels.
âi didnât expect you to be actually good at this,â you say.
âi told you iâm a pro,â anton chuckles. hearing him giggle put a smile on your face and usually you would try to hide that, but right now, youâre just letting it happen.
âthere it is,â anton whispers softly as he touches your cheek, causing you to open your eyes immediately.
âwhat?â
âyour beautiful smile.â
you start laughing nervously. whatâs his deal? why is he being extra sweet today?
âdonât say such things, anton.â
âwhy not?" his hand returns to your head, but instead of giving it a massage, he plays with your hair, twisting it around with his index finger.
âbest friends donât say that..â what you just said has a sad undertone, but you donât care. maybe if anton knows that heâs kind of playing with your feelings, he will stop being like that.
anton shakes his head. âno, they donât.. but hereâs the thing, *y/n*..â
the sudden change in the atmosphere makes you nervous so you sit up. still close to anton, but thereâs a little distance between the two of you now.
âiâve been trying to tell you for the longest time that i donât want to be just best friends with you,â anton blurts out. âi thought it was obvious that i like you.â
world stop. anton likes me?
âbut everytime i try to make a move you put me back in the friendzone, saying things like âbest friends donât do that..â
with a sincere expression of sadness that makes your heart hurt, anton glances down at his hands.
âi guess you really donât like me in that way and i was just stupid to to think that-â
refusing to let anton continue, you take hold of his hand and place it directly over your heart.
âdo you feel this?â you whisper.
anton nods unsure.
âmy heart beats this fast everytime iâm with you.â
âis that a good or a bad sign?â anton pulls his hand away and looks questionably at you.
his question makes you laugh. âof course itâs a good sign.. it means that youâre the reason why my heart feels so alive.â
âoh,â anton nods, a little smile forming on his face. âso you do like me.â
now itâs you whoâs nodding.
just a while ago you didnât want anton to know how you really feel about him because you were so afraid that the feeling was one-sided, but now that you know itâs mutual, youâre ready to take the initiative.
you slip closer to anton and sit down on his lap. first heâs surprised at your sudden move, but then you feel his arms around your waist, holding you close to him.
seconds later, your lips meet his. not only was your heart racing faster than before, but because your bodies were so close, you could literally feel antonâs heart racing as well.
you weren't expecting it, but as anton plastered kisses all over your face and neck, things heated up quickly. you didn't want him to stop, but knowing that your parents could walk into your room at any point made you want to go slowly.
âmaybe we should continue this when we are alone, like completely,â you whisper as anton was kissing your neck.
âhmmm,â kiss. âmaybe..â kiss. âyouâre..â kiss. âright.â
he stops, looking at you with the biggest smile on his face.
âthis big smile looks good on you,â you put your arms around antons neck.
âand you know why iâm smiling like this? itâs because of you,â anton softly whispers before he plants another kiss on your lips.
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ANTON BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS
genre. fluff. a lil f2l. warnings. none. pairing. anton x fem!reader. wc. 1.2k. request. no. a/n. anton delusions to start the new year off on the right foot <3
boyfriend anton who is the most attentive person youâve ever met
maybe itâs because he always waits and listens before speaking and that has taught him to pick up on everything, but he never misses anything
if you shiver from the cold, he notices
if you tense up in uncomfort, he notices
if youâre eyeing that one ring on the jewellery stand in the store, he noticesÂ
he loves to take walks with you, but since itâs gotten colder outside, you often get a lot colder than him
he gets into the habit of giving you his scarf or his coat or his gloves
sometimes he offers to hold your hands to warm them up, gently rubbing them to warm them up when theyâre freezing from the outside cold
heâll give you his beanies to keep your ears warm
and when he notices that your cheeks are dusted pink from the cold, heâll kiss all over your face to try to warm it up
when heâs listening to you talk, heâll subconsciously mirror your gestures
heâs quirking his eyebrow when you are, fiddling with his thumbs to match your pace, leaning away from you at the same speed that youâre leaning forward
thereâs always a balance, and anton always makes sure to keep the perfect harmony between you two
when heâs away on schedules, heâll always take pictures of his food to let you know heâs eaten
and he makes sure heâs in the frame of the photo too after you said you wanted to see his face as well
even if he doesnât look the best or takes it from a weird angle, you were his best friend before you were his girlfriend, so he never feels awkward about it
the comfortableness that you have with your best friend was still a very prominent feeling in your relationship
you were always making fun of each other and giggling and sending the ugliest selfiesâ it made you feel at home
the only difference was that during those fits of giggles, instead of hiding how much he loves your laughter and your smile, he could tell you openly and shower your face with kisses just to remind you how much he loves you
instead of looking back at the selfies he sent you when you miss him, you could just ask for more
you always felt completely yourself around anton, but once you started dating him, you felt even more comfortable
you donât really have âdate nightsâ with anton
thereâs nothing fancy or overly romantic with you two
youâre more comfortable with just hanging out with him like usual
sometimes you do dress up because you want to look pretty for him, of course, but there is never any pressure to
dates with anton are always low stress
your original fancy dinner date got cancelled last minute, you werenât feeling up for it or anton was tired from work? itâs no problemâ youâll just get mcdonaldâs instead and spend the night cuddling while watching old movies
anton always sends you snippets of songs heâs working on, even if heâs not really supposed to
what harm could happen if you heard a single melody line?
plus, he values your feedback more than anything, and your suggestions work their way into the songs even when you donât realize it
he always takes your advice on everything, because, well, youâre the person he trusts the most in the world
thereâs never a reason you need to lie or hide something from him, and because of that, he trusted you every time
he knows everything about you, and he remembers everything as well
it was easy for him to choose gifts for you once you became his girlfriend
he starts buying something for you whenever he buys something for himself just because youâre always on his mind
or when he passes something cute in the store, his brain just goes
âoh, y/n would like thatâ
and suddenly heâs at the register already paying for it
he remembers every time you mentioned something in the past to him as just your best friend, so he knows your taste better than anyone else
with how attentive he is, he even knows what your new interest is before you tell him
youâre suddenly hyper focused on capsule wardrobes, specifically ones for couples so that you can match with every piece of clothing you own?Â
sure, thatâs some interesting information that he definitely didnât already pick up 2 weeks ago
heâs already pulling out the matching clothes before you can get a second sentence in, and you happily spend the next few months matching with anton without even trying
the same thing happens when you decide to try to make your own sourdough bread as a new hobby
anton saw you reading blogs about bread a little too often to just be mindlessly scrolling through your phone
so he picks up a bread book at the store the next day, naturally
heâs always one to indulge in whatever youâre interested in
even if it doesnât end up being something he also enjoys, he can still buy you things for it because he loves to see you happy
anton is shy
sometimes a little too shy, especially in front of other people
when itâs just you, he can say he loves you pretty easily, and even kiss you without feeling too embarrassed
but he absolutely cannot handle pda
even holding your hand around the other boys or people he knows will make him blush uncontrollablyÂ
the teasing makes it worse, especially itâll be the only thing eunseok and sungchan talk about for the next week
when he can, heâll show you affection in more subtle ways
one of his favourites is making little playlists for you
sometimes theyâre long, sometimes theyâre just 5 songs
but each of them comes with a little note from him in the description, saying how much he loves you or how the songs remind him of you
there are times when you wonât see each other for a while, but listening to the playlists he sends you makes the time away from him more bearable
when you sent him your first response playlist, he almost cried
you had filled it with the most loverboy coded songsâ and some of the lyrics had him questioning how you could pick such detailed songs?
because they all hit him so hard, as if the songs were written about you and him
your favourites from those playlists soon found their way into a joint playlistâ one you made on antonâs birthday
the boys always tease him about listening to it too much, but itâs not like he can just stopÂ
heâs addicted to it
not only were the songs good, but theyâre the songs that he shared with you
and he likes knowing that he could share something like that with just you made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside
thereâs something so special about the love that you have for anton
the more you think back, the more you realize that there was never any other boy in your brain other than him
he had always been your best friend and your secret crush
and now that you could call him your boyfriend, you want to keep it like that for as long as possible
luckily, anton feels the exact same way
his life feels unimaginable without you right beside him
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[earrings] anton x f!reader | 1.5k words fwb!anton, secret relationship kinda, theyre in a bit of a limbo hehe syn. in which anton accidently leaves behind evidence of his stay last night note. first anton au hehe, also my first riize fic in a minute. hope u guys r enjoying this series so far :)
now playing: earrings by malcolm todd
"her love is your head, you lost your earrings in her bed"
anton was fucked, he was sure of that. it only took a glance at his reflection in the mirror to notice the jewelry he was missing, his usual earrings nowhere to be seen.
hand shooting up to feel his jewelry-less earlobes, he sighed and massaged his temples slowly. it was barely 10 in the morning, and he'd just trudged back to his place after being shooed out of your apartment.
you and anton were ⊠complicated, for a lack of better terms. if the two of you were being honest, you'd say you were talking â although you definitely did a lot more than that when you were together.
anton didn't mind the slower pace; he wasn't itching to jump into anything super quickly, and he enjoyed getting to know you bit by bit.
what he struggled with a little more was you requesting to keep things between the two of you a secret. your friend circles were pretty much merged, and you weren't super keen on letting them in on your escapades with the taller boy just yet.
this meant quiet excuses away from larger functions, meeting up to walk to one of your places, and panicked morning afters.usually he had until at least noon to make his way back to his own place, but today you'd promised your friends that you'd study for a calculus exam with them.
anton groaned and whined when you'd shaken him awake at nine in the morning, saying something about some people coming over in an hour. he could barely hear over his exhaustion, eyes bleary as he looked at your face hovering above him.
you were trying to explain that his friends were on their way but all he could focus on was the strands of your soft hair falling in his face and how good you smelled. you eventually herded the poor boy out of your apartment, sending him on his way back home with a wet kiss to his cheek and a protein bar.
what neither of you seemed to remember were anton's earrings sitting in the small tray on your nightstand. they were the earrings he wore everywhere â gold links with his initials engraved on the front.
over time, anton made a habit of taking them off and placing them on your nightstand before getting in bed with you. the two of you learned the hard way that keeping them on in bed was not a good idea; the second time anton came over, your hair had gotten tangled in the metal and he almost lost an earlobe.
groggily pulling his phone out of his pocket, anton debated sending you a text. he typed it out before hesitating. what if someone looked at your phone screen and saw the text from him? how would you explain yourself? frustrated, anton shut his phone off and tossed it onto his bed.
god, anton hated sneaking around. but he liked you, more than he'd like to admit, and the last thing he wanted was go against what you asked of him. he just hoped that no one would notice the earrings before going to take a shower.
...
"morning." seunghan greeted you cheerfully as you answered the door. shotaro and sohee followed after, waving at you before walking into your apartment.
"sup, ning." as you shut the door you heard shotaro greet ningning, who had arrived 10 minutes earlier and was sitting in your living room.
eventually, the 5 of you migrated to your bedroom to study â you, ningning, and sohee were sprawled across the floor while shotaro and seunghan sat on your bed. your calculus notes were strewn about, having studied for what felt like days.
yawning and stretching his arms, seunghan sat up a bit, taking his attention off of the chapter you guys were reviewing. the rest of you were chattering with each other, reviewing a practice problem that was particularly confusing.
"ugh, what time is it?" he mumbled, leaning over to look at the clock on your nightstand. his phone was somewhere in your blankets and his notes, and he wasn't keen on looking for it.
before his eyes could drift to your alarm clock sitting on the nightstand, his attention was caught by something shiny glinting at his eyes.
your focus was pulled from your notes as you heard a soft gasp from the direction of your bed. looking up, your eyes widened at the sight in front of you.
seunghan had one of anton's earrings in his fingers, eyes squinting as he inspected it curiously.
"are these anton's?" he asked suspiciously, turning to look at you. his lips were curled slightly upwards, clearly amused by the discovery. your cheeks burned in embarrassment as you stumbled over your words, not knowing what to say.
"uh-" before you could deny it, sohee interjected.
"they totally are! he wears those like every day!" sohee exclaimed. shotaro and ningning also looked up from their work, both of them giggling at how obviously flustered you were.
"no they're not, those are mine." you mumbled unconvincingly, cringing at how bad your lie was.
"you're lying! i can see his initials on them!" seunghan was leaning across the bed to show the rest of your friends, all of them nodding in agreement.
"y/n why do you have those?" ningning's head tilted confusedly as she turned in your direction. after a beat of silence, a look of realization passed across shotaro's face.
"he was here, wasn't he?" he asked, the knowing smile on his face growing even bigger. you choked on your spit at his question, coughing lightly.
"what are you talking about?" sohee rolled his eyes and seunghan laughed loudly at your weak response.
"hyung's right, he totally was here!"
"did he spend the night?"
"oh my god y/n did you guys fuck?"
"ok, enough!" you spoke up, finally finding your voice. you gulped nervously before continuing. "yes, anton was here last night. we've been seeing each other for a while."
you let out the biggest breath, one you didn't even know you were holding as the words escaped your mouth. seunghan was the first one to break the silence following your announcement.
"i fucking knew it!" he exclaimed, taking you by surprise.
"huh?" you asked, perplexed.
"you know you guys aren't that subtle right?" ningning laughed as she spoke, ruffling your hair gently. "we all noticed you two leaving every function together."
"not to mention the way you basically eye fuck each other 24/7" sohee fake gagged, earning a punch in the arm from you.
âŠ
after his whirlwind of a morning, anton decided to shower and take a well-deserved nap. unlike you, he did not have calculus test to study for, so after washing up he climbed into his covers and caught up on some much needed sleep.
a couple hours later, he finally woke up, groaning at the sun shining onto his face. it was late afternoon, and the light shined directly on his eyes, making going back to sleep nearly impossible. stretching his arms and legs, he rubbed his eyes and sat up groggily, grabbing his phone to check the time.
to his surprise, he was greeted by what seemed like 100 notifications from his messages. clicking them open, his eyes widened as the words came into focus.
it was in fact, your friends' group chat discussing the two of your and your not-so-secret arrangement. his eyes nearly popped out of his head reading the texts, still groggy from just waking up.
scrolling through the rest of his notifications quickly, he clicked on one with your name.
3 missed calls from y/n <3
[2:03 p.m.] y/n <3: r u asleep? call me when you see this
anton's fingers were practically shaking as he dialed your number, each ring making him wish the earth would open up and swallow him whole. his anxious thoughts were interrupted by your soft voice.
"hey."
"hi."
"um⊠did you see the groupchat?" anton winced. straight to the point, then.
"yeah⊠i'm sorry. i forgot them in a rush this morning" he felt like he was holding his breath waiting for you to answer, until he heard you chuckle on the other end of the line.
"anton, it's okay."
"what? but i thought-"
"it's about time we told them anyways, i'm tired of sneaking around." you laughed as you heard anton stutter on the line.
"plus, i like you, a lot."
"me too." he spoke softly, his heart nearly exploding in his chest. you smiled on the other end; his timidness never failed to make you feel giddy.
"good, cause it would've been really awkward if you didn't" you giggled, fiddling with the end of your shirt.
"so ⊠does this mean i can take you on a real date now?"
"hmmm i guess that's fine" you answered teasingly. anton sighed dramatically on the other end, slapping a hand over his chest so loud that even you could hear it.
"in that case, what are you doing tonight?"
âŠ
[bonus] the groupchat
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im currently in desperate need of soft gut wrenching anton fluff like to the point i may sob i can barely find anything on tumblr for riize it makes me wanna cry!!!!
tummy . anton lee
pairing boyfriend!anton x gn reader
warnings gut wrenching fluff, kissing, a bit of play fighting, not proofread!
synopsis anton can't bring himself to stop giving you tummy kisses even though you're ticklish
note a lil apology for my activity :( school is kinda draining and i now spend most of my time working and watching tv to relax :3 anyway, pls enjoy !! âĄ
you hear a sigh as the door to your bedroom opens and your boyfriend walks in.
"aaaaaanton!" you let your phone plop down beside you on the bed and sit up, making grabby hands towards him.
anton drops his bag on the floor and jumps onto the bed with you, nearly crushing you in the process. you giggle as he presses wet kisses to your face and neck.
"your mouth is wet!" you squeal, leaning away from him.
he blushes, realizing what he's doing, and backs up a bit. you watch him, still laying down, as he sits up and takes in your outfit.
"i love this top on you," he says softly, moving down the bed. wrapping his arms around your waist, your boyfriend rests his cheek against your stomach. his long legs move up to intertwine with yours as his hair tickles your tummy.
you giggle, attempting to push him away from your stomach, but his grip is solid. "baaaabe, that tickles!"
he just laughs softly and takes your hands in one of his, pressing kisses to your tummy. you squirm and squeal, but it's pointless, as you know he won't let you go anytime soon.
after a while of playing like this, he finally releases your hands and stops his assault on your stomach.
you catch your breath, staring at him with a playful pout.
"whaaat?" he pokes your face. "your tummy is just so cute, i couldn't help it..." he mutters the last part under his breath, but you can still hear him.
you smile at him, moving to lay with him - or so he thinks. you roll on top of him, caging him in with your body and pinning his arms down.
you grin down at him. "my turn."
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Floating Above Those Dark Skies
My Navigation and Masterlist
My Sweet Home Masterlist
My Cha Hyun-su Masterlist
Pairing(s): Cha Hyun-su x Fem!Reader Summary: Living with the love of your life and the girl you love like a daughter is perfect. Except for all the bad parts. Warnings: Season 2 spoilers! Follows the dialogue of the episodes relatively strictly (I know some people like that but some people don't so it's a warning), Reader being like a second mother to Ah-yi, Hyun-su being a great big brother/father figure, slight talk of previous suicide attempts (The National Suicide and Crisis Hotline is 988. There are so many people who care about you and would love to help you. You are not alone), injuries, underage drinking (but they're in the apocalypse so who cares), canonical death, hurt with comfort, the appearance of (soft and kinda ooc) monster!Hyun-su, no use of (y/n), reader has the nickname "Lucky". Word Count: 17,132 (wow, what a doozy)
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Hyun-su led the way as you all walked to his home. Halfway there, Ah-yi complained about her feet hurting and it was then you noticed she had been barefoot this entire time.Â
âWe definitely need to fix that,â you thought.Â
Before Hyun-su could even open his mouth, you crouched down and extended your hands out to her. She rushed forward to jump into your arms with a tired smile. When you straightened back up, she rested her head against your shoulder and was out like a light within a few minutes.Â
âShe seems to like you a lot,â Hyun-su whispered fondly as a gentle smile laid itself on his lips. After making sure she was secure in your arms, you smiled back at him and dropped one hand from holding her to hold his hand.Â
âI guess Iâm just a toddler whisperer. I think she likes me better than you,â you joked and he let out a scoff while squeezing your hand.
âYeah, sure. Whatever,â he told you in an offended tone you could tell was fake by the smile threatening to break his facade.Â
After a few minutes of comfortable silence as you walked, you asked the question that had been burning in your mind since you saw him again with the girl in your arms. âSo⊠who is she?âÂ
He let out a heavy sigh before pushing a tree branch out of the way for you to walk through since your hands were full.Â
Always the gentleman.
âSheâs Seo Yi-kyungâs baby.â
You let out a quiet gasp. âWhat? But she hadnât even been pregnant for half a year? And this is at least a 4-year-old child!â You whisper shouted at him, completely shocked by the information.Â
âI donât fully understand it either, but I do know sheâs hers,â he assured you and you let out a sigh, your eyes wide as you tried to process the information.Â
âSo, is she a monster-human mix as well? Is she like you?â You asked. You hadnât noticed the way Hyun-su snapped his head towards you because you were too focused on the girl in your arm, letting out small breaths that tickled your neck. The way you said the sentence was so unlike anything he had heard before - especially relating to talking about monsters and neohumans. You sounded so soft, not an ounce of judgment or resentment in your voice. You sounded like no matter what the answer was you wouldnât treat her any differently. You would adore her just as much as you were in that moment with your face buried in her hair as she let out quiet snores in her sleep. He gave a soft smile at the thought.Â
âI think so. She's grown so much since I first met her. Her actual age is around 5 or 6 months.â
âWow,â you breathed and he couldnât help but marvel at the way your voice embodied adoration and your smile was so bright it set the sky on fire despite the sun falling over the horizon. âThatâs⊠wow.â
The rest of the walk was spent in silence. At some point, Hyun-suâs hand moved from holding yours to circling your waist as you hugged Ah-yi to your chest protectively. Eventually, the three of you arrived at a dock where a large boat was parked.Â
 You werenât all too surprised to find he had lived on a boat for the past half-year but you couldnât help the small part that didnât believe him when he told you.Â
He hopped up onto the boat first before helping you, careful not to wake Ah-yi. After the two of you were safely atop the boat, he led you to the captainâs quarters and helped you lay the girl in your arms down onto the nest of blankets and sweaters assembled to make a bed. Her dress had dried surprisingly quickly on the way to the boat, the only thing left to be damp was her hair.
 You werenât so lucky.
Your clothes stuck to your skin uncomfortably but you refused to complain, giving a - hopefully convincing - smile to Hyun-su when he saw you detach your shirt from your chest with a grimace. He walked away for a few moments and you sat down at the entrance to the captainâs quarters, resting your head against the door frame until his soft footsteps brought your attention back to him. He stood in front of you with a pair of folded clothes in his hands.Â
âI have these if you want to change into some fresh clothes. I donât have any towels but this might help.â
The hesitant and shy look on his face made a smile break out on your own. You gave him a nod and took the clothes from his hands. You didnât comment on how they were exactly your size but it made your heart flutter.Â
âThank you,â you told him genuinely.
He nodded back at you before pointing to a door inside the quarters. âIn there is a bathroom for whenever you want to change. Iâll wait for you out here.â
You nodded and turned before the smitten smile overcame your face stupidly at the thought. He just said he would wait for you and you could feel your heartbeat quickening alarmingly while heat rose to your cheeks. You walked into the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. It was kind of scary. You hadnât seen your reflection in a few months, never venturing into any areas with cars and rarely going near water. All the mirrors in the women's locker room back at the stadium had been broken after a monster outbreak and the monster breaking all of them because she was âtoo ugly.âÂ
You honestly almost forgot what you looked like, but you were beautiful. You had always thought of yourself as a relatively attractive person but never the kind that would make someone turn their head. Now, you found yourself unable to look away. Your skin was glowing, whether that be from the sweat collecting from the walk or the water, you didnât know. Any blood that had collected on you over the past few weeks had been rinsed off in the lake and you relished in the feeling of being clean of it for once, despite how the stickiness of the wet clothes you were still wearing still made you feel a bit dirty.
Snapping out of your amazement, you quickly took your old clothes off, replacing them with the ones Hyun-su had given you. It was a simple pair of dark gray sweatpants and a maroon short-sleeved shirt. You took off your unbearably uncomfortable socks and replaced them with the soft wool socks he provided as well. Now dry, you exited the bathroom to see Hyun-su had stuck to his word and was waiting for you as he leaned against the door frame of the room, though this time in a different, dryer outfit.Â
âHey,â you said softly to get his attention. He looked over at you and smiled when he saw you all dressed and dryer than before.Â
âHey,â he whispered back. He held his hands out for you to give him your wet clothes and you did reluctantly. He walked over to the edge of the boat and laid them over the edge so they could dry before returning to you. âWell, you should get some sleep.â
As if his words were magic, you suddenly felt the events of the day hit you like a truck and you yawned, nodding your agreement. âI think thatâs a good idea.â
You gave a quick look around the room before deciding to sleep next to Ah-yi with your head using a part of her âbedâ as a pillow.
Hyun-su winced as he saw you settle against the hard floor of the boat and walked forward without thinking. He gently grabbed your shoulders, lifting you and then settling you against his chest while you sat in between his legs.Â
You blushed but said nothing as you settled with your cheek pressed against his chest, his heartbeat echoing against your ear and calming your nerves.
âSleep,â he told you and tightened his grip around you. âIâll keep watch.â
Your tongue felt heavy with sleep as you spoke your next words with a slight slur. âBut what about you?â
He let out a soft laugh as he heard your breathing even out almost immediately after your sentence ended. He let his head rest against the wall behind him as he kept his gaze on the door.
âIâll be okay,â he whispered as he briefly looked down at your peaceful sleeping face. âAs long as youâre here with meâŠâ
âLucky.â
~A Week Into The Apocalypse, In Green Home~
It had been a week since the apocalypse started, and you had barely seen Hyun-su. The way the other residents and survivors treated him caused you to be so angry. You were thankful that at least one person - Eun-yu - didnât treat him like a monster.Â
She wasnât much different though, considering she still avoided him most of the time.Â
It was after the reappearance of Yi-kyung and the failed mission to retrieve medicine for Ji-su and her surgery that you got the chance to talk to him for more than just a quick goodbye or hello.Â
âAll alone?â You asked him as you approached the staircase. The candle in your hands burned a bright yellow and smelled of cinnamon sugar. His head looked up at where you were approaching and nodded as you settled yourself on the stairs with him. Although he appreciated you trying to give him space and sitting a short distance away, he couldnât help but wish you were closer. You smiled at him and smoothed your hands along your pants when you were seated.Â
âAre you scared?âÂ
The question through you off guard. Giving a quick look around the room, you didnât see anything that you would consider to be a threat so you werenât really sure what he was talking about.Â
âOf what?â You asked, tilting your head in confusion at the boy.Â
He mirrored your head tilt with a confused look of his own. Inwardly you laughed at how the two of you must look like confused dogs when their owners told them a command they didnât understand.Â
âOf⊠me?â He questioned again and a small laugh left you when you finally realized.Â
âOh, Hyun-su,â you reached over to gently grab his hand as you looked him deeply in the eyes. âI promise you I could never be scared of you.â
He looked down with a small smile at that and you could see the small hints of red on his ears and cheeks.Â
âSo, Iâve been meaning to ask you,â you started and gently released his hand. He immediately felt cold at the lack of your added warmth. âI never tried because I wasnât sure if you even wanted to talk to me, but is there a reason why you never came by? Even after you were given a choice to leave the quarantining room?â
He paused as he thought for a moment. âI thought you didnât want to see me. You were the only person not put on guard duty so I figured it was because you asked not to.â
You let out a sad sigh. âShit, Iâm sorry. I promise thatâs not what happened.â
He looked up at you with sad, confused little puppy eyes. âItâs not?âÂ
You shook your head. âThe first, and only, time I was put on guard duty, I tried breaking the lock on the door,â you told him and looked away sheepishly.Â
âReally?â He asked after a moment of stunned silence.Â
You nodded in assurance. âAfter that, Eun-hyuk tried to do whatever he could to keep me as far away from you as possible. I was hoping that would change since you got out but now I know why it didnât,â you smiled at him sweetly and he felt the heat rise to his cheeks so he looked away. âYou know,â you continued. âI always saw you stop by my door right before you would leave, but you never said anything. Was that also because you thought I didnât want to talk to you?â
âPartially. It was mainly so I could just see you before I left. Every time I thought I was going to die I thought about returning so I could at least try to fix whatever was happening,â he told you. Now he was the one who looked sheepish as he scratched the back of his neck. âI always backed out at the last minute though.â
You smiled and scooted closer to him on the stairs, moving down so you were on the same level and making it so only half a foot of space separated you. âI guess I was like your lucky charm then, wasnât I?â You teased and lightly bumped your shoulder against his.Â
âYeah, I guess you were.â
~Back To The Present~
It had been about a month since you reunited with Hyun-su. Youâd grown closer to Ah-yi in no time. She looked up to you and it seemed she just needed another girl in her life to have around. Your favorite part about growing closer to her was she had upgraded your honorific from âMissâ to âUnniâ which made your heart clench adoringly every time.
The first time Hyun-su decided to make a trip into the city to collect some supplies, he was so hesitant to leave the two of you alone. You promised you would protect Ah-yi and yourself with whatever it takes; that seemed to be enough for him to be comfortable enough to leave. He never lost his hesitancy to leave the two of you alone despite each time he came back the two of you would be fine.
The most recent time was no different. You sat on top of a large, red, metal shipping container with Ah-yi as the two of you drew using the chalk you were fortunate enough to find a few days ago.
âThat looks beautiful, Ah-yi! You are such a good artist,â you praised her on her drawing and she visibly beamed. It was a simple drawing of some flowers and her, you, and Hyun-su. It was clear it was made by a child but it was so beautiful in your eyes.Â
âThank you, Unni!â You ruffled her hair which she squealed at until you noticed Hyun-su walking towards the two of you with a smile on his face and a hand hiding behind his back while the other supported a red bag over his shoulder. âOppa!â Ah-yi exclaimed and you smiled at her excitement.Â
He rounded the corner of the large container and brought the hand hiding behind his back out to place a pair of pink shoes on the top. Ah-yi gasped while you had a big smile on your face.Â
âCome on!â You urged her and she sat on the edge of the box so Hyun-su could slip the shoes onto her feet with the cutest smile ever on his face. Once the shoes were on, he held his hands out for her and she eagerly jumped down, having full faith that he wouldnât drop her. Once he set her down, he reached his hands out for you to take and you gave him a funny look.Â
âWhatâs wrong, Lucky?â He voiced his thoughts with a confused tilt of his head. You rolled your eyes at him while smiling. Your heart fluttered at the nickname. Heâd started calling you it more often since the two of you reunited and yet it still gave you butterflies. Â
âIâm okay, I can get down by myself,â you reassured him and turned around while you slowly lowered yourself from the canister, your front facing the metal.Â
You heard Hyun-su softly breathe out a laugh from behind you before a hand grabbed onto the back of your shirt and pulled. You let out a yelp as you felt yourself falling only to land bridal style in Hyun-suâs arms. You clicked your tongue in faux annoyance and crossed your arms while he tried to hide the smug smile on his lips.Â
âGoing full âknight in shining armorâ mode, are we now?â You teased him and he blushed, pointedly avoiding your gaze. Suddenly, your stomach dipped as you felt him pretend to drop you and your arms wrapped themselves around his neck while he looked at you with another self-satisfied smirk.
âWell, it looks like my âprincessâ needs her âknight in shining armor,ââ he said softly as he looked away from you and you slapped his chest. He kneeled down when Ah-yi ran up to him. Knowing exactly what he was offering, she used one of his extended hands along with yours to help prop herself onto his shoulders. Hyun-su regained his grip on you as he grabbed the red bag he had set down and stood back up to his full height before starting the walk in the direction of the boat. You rolled your eyes, knowing any protests about him carrying you would be brushed off. Instead, you just snatched the red bag from his hand, placing it on your lap and holding it tightly to your body as you gave him a challenging glare. He just rolled his eyes with a fond smile and continued walking.Â
The three of you made small talk as he carried you. Ah-yi explained what you and her had done while Hyun-su was venturing off and you chimed in every now and then with a comment. Hyun-su explained how he saw a peculiar monster today.
âIt was like a mermaid with wings.â
Then, you both went on to explain what a mermaid was to the child.Â
When you arrived at the boat, Hyun-su set the both of you down and Ah-yi started pulling you to the edge of the boat. You laughed as you walked up to the contraption. It was during your first week that you made the efficient self-fishing machine. It was a relatively simple mechanism that was made of a bunch of fishing poles and a homemade weight sensor. Whenever one of the poles was tugged on by something in the water, the device yanked it up and whatever was attached to the hook was left dangling in the air. 7 times out of 10, the hook was caught on litter in the ocean or a monster that was able to detach itself but there were the 3 times where you would catch a fish or two and the three of you would share it for dinner.Â
It became a bit of a game for Ah-yi and yourself, guessing if the day would end with a fresh meal or a degrading empty can with barnacles growing on the side.Â
As Hyun-su smiled at the two of you, he walked over to the stairs leading to the roof of the captainâs quarters and sat on the top, watching the sunset. No matter how many times you invited him to join the two of you, he always refused. It was nice you had a special activity to bond with Ah-yi over and he used that as his excuse every time.
It wasnât even 10 minutes later as you were skinning the rare fish youâd caught with Ah-yi watching attentively as you explained the different anatomy parts to her that Hyun-su noticed a familiar face climbing the steps of the boat. He climbed down and started walking over to her while the two of you stayed distracted. You only looked over and noticed the two when you heard their footsteps. You carefully set down the knife and fish, wiping your hands on a stray towel beside you, and stood up to walk over beside Hyun-su. Ah-yi followed up behind you, grabbing onto the back of your shirt shyly.Â
âI came too late, didnât I?â Yi-kyung asked from in front of you as she looked at the girl shyly standing behind you. You decided not to answer considering you still werenât sure how you felt about the whole situation of her leaving her child. Instead, Hyun-su answered her question.
âNot at all. Youâre here now, right?â
She looked down and you could see the guilt and regret on her face. Slowly, you turned around to face Ah-yi. âThatâs your mommy,â you told her and she looked at her hands shyly. âWhy donât you say hi.â
You lightly pushed her in the direction of Yi-kyung and the woman kneeled so she was face to face with her.
âHi there,â you heard her whisper to the girl while you stood up to your full height. You wrapped your arms around Hyun-suâs waist and leaned into him while you watched them interact. Yi-kyung brought her into a hug and you smiled at the relief that settled on her face.Â
Over the next few months, you and Hyun-su traveled through the city together, occasionally going back to visit Yi-kyung and Ah-yi but mainly wanting to give them the privacy a mother and daughter should have. It was adorable to come back and see the markings on the wall increase where Yi-kyung marked her daughterâs growth every day. Everything seemed to be going perfectly for the family of two.
Up until that day.
You had an awful feeling in the pit of your stomach for the entire day, feeling as if something bad was going to happen and you needed to get back to the two girls on the boat. When you shared your feelings with Hyun-su, he didnât question it for a second, immediately going with you to rush back.Â
When you arrived at the boat, you found a teenage girl covered in blood wearing the same dress as the little girl youâd grown to love while sitting on the bed blankets and jackets. You walked slowly towards her and she snapped her head up when she saw your feet enter her vision from where she had her head hung low. You kneeled in front of her, tentatively reaching a hand out to hold her cheek and she leaned into it.
Just like Ah-yi always did.
You let out a shaky breath as you finally voiced the question.Â
âAh-yi?â
She nodded, her eyes filled with fear.
Fear of resentment.
Fear of abandonment.
Fear of your fear.Â
You just let out a sigh, whether it was from relief or surprise, you didnât know. What you did know was that this was your Ah-yi and you would love her no matter what form she would take. You wrapped your arms around her and brought her in for a hug which she returned immediately. Relief coursed through her body so evidently that you could practically hear it.Â
âItâs okay. Everythingâs okay,â you dispelled her fears, bringing her closer and rocking her as she cried into your shoulder and told you what happened. You smoothed down her bloodied hair, not caring about how she was staining your clothes with the blood coating her.Â
Once she calmed down a bit more, you gathered a rag from the bathroom.
âIâll be right back, okay?â You promised her and she nodded. You turned and left, closing the door behind you and giving her a playful wink through the window which she giggled quietly at. Hyun-su followed you as you walked down the stairs of the boat and to the edge of the water. As you kneeled down to dip the rag into the lake's water, you started asking the questions on your mind about what Ah-yi told you happened.
âHow did they even find this place? How did they find out about her being mixed?â You asked Hyun-su. His lips twitched into a small smile when he heard you refer to her as âmixed.â He remembers you telling him the reasoning behind it like it was yesterday.
âI donât like the word âmonster.â I always associated the word âmonsterâ with someone who acts evilly and neither of you are like that. I know youâre not entirely human anymore but I refuse to call you monsters. Human or not, you are still a good person.â
It was the moment he had set it in stone that you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.Â
âI donât know,â he answered your questions. âBut I have a bad feeling about the whole thing,â he paused momentarily before continuing. âWhat do you think we should do about the whole⊠touch thing she has?â He asked you and you frowned in thought.
âWell, I donât think we should do anything. Itâs a part of who she is and she shouldnât feel the need to be ashamed of it. I donât necessarily think she should use it on people, least of all those undeserving of it, but she can learn to control it. She doesnât have to live in fear of herself.â
Just as Hyun-su was about to reply to your heartwarming statement, the two of you were interrupted by Ah-yi screaming and crying from the boat. You both ran in the direction of the scream and when you got there you saw Yi-kyung with her head down as blood dripped from her eye while Ah-yi was rubbing at a wound on her forearm.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Hyun-su questioned in a panic. Seeing the bloody knife on the ground as well as a bloody pencil, you pieced together what happened. It seemed Hyun-su did too, if his sigh was any way to tell. âWhy did you have to do this?â
Yi-kyung let out a few heavy breaths as she breathed through the pain coursing through her eye. âIâm her mother. No matter how she changes, or what form she takes⊠I need to recognize my little girl. I wonât ever lose her.â
It was then you realized the wound Yi-kyung inflicted on Ah-yi was black. You let out another sigh, anger, and understanding fighting for control of your emotions as you realized the purpose of her actions. She may have had better intentions behind the action, but how she carried it out was not the way to go.Â
As Yi-kyung rose and left the scene, you sat down in front of Ah-yi, carefully reaching for her left arm where the wound had already healed. You gently used the rag to wipe down her arm, then her other arm, and then her face. You wiped down all the blood that tainted her smooth skin while she sat there silently, most likely in shock by what just happened. The domestic act, despite the violent acts that brought it about, brought a wave of emotion over Hyun-su as he watched the two of you.Â
It made him realize how much he wanted a family with you one day.Â
After Ah-yi was all clean, you gave her a pair of clothes to change into while you and Hyun-su went to the opposite side of the boat to talk while you waited for her. When she came out, you walked over to give her a hug which she gladly accepted. She squeezed you just as tightly as you squeezed her. You wished you could engrave it into her brain that you would never, could never, be afraid of her.Â
Afterward, she went to sit on a barrel, swinging her legs back and forth while you watched her and leaned against Hyun-suâs embrace. It was all so calm until Yi-kyung appeared from the boatâs stairs and walked towards Ah-yi with purpose. Ah-yi, still angry at her mother for what she did, hopped off the barrel and started walking away but was stopped when Yi-kyungâs hand wrapped around her bicep and aggressively pulled her back. The woman shoved her daughterâs hands into a pair of pink gloves connected by a rope that she placed behind the girlâs neck.Â
âDonât take those off no matter what. Understand?â Yi-kyung told her daughter. You rushed forward, feeling anger simmer beneath your blood at the sudden display of aggression she started showing toward her daughter.Â
âHey, donât you think this is a bit extreme?â You told her, standing in between the two girls. You felt Ah-yi grip your shirt from behind you. You could tell even if her body had grown more, she was still used to her childhood ways of having you protect her.Â
âSheâs my daughter, I will do as I see fit,â Yi-kyung told you sternly before swiftly turning around and walking back down the stairs of the boat, leaving the three of you alone.Â
You turned around to face the girl and sighed when you saw her speed-walking to her sleeping space in the captainâs quarters and locking the door behind her. You and Hyun-su decided to just set up camp outside the door, leaving her alone for the time being so she could sort out her thoughts.Â
The next morning, you woke up to the sound of Yi-kyung panicking. You instinctively looked around, looking to protect Ah-yi until you realized she wasnât there. You rushed to stand up and ran to where her mother was breathing heavily and pacing back and forth.
âWhatâs going on? Whereâs Ah-yi?â You questioned and she turned to face you.
âI donât know! I was looking for her this morning and I canât find her anywhere!â
âShit,â you muttered to yourself. Your thoughts were racing, trying to think of any place she could possibly be. When you finally landed on an answer, you started walking off.
âWhere are you going?â Yi-kyung called out to you and you scoffed, not bothering to face her as you continued walking.Â
âTo find your daughter.â
When you got to the garden dome, the rusting doors were firmly closed unlike the previous times you were here with Ah-yi. Not deterred in any way, you rammed into the doors, successfully sending them flying open. You winced at the loud noise and walked in.Â
âAh-yi!â You yelled out, praying your instinct was right and she was here.
âGo away, Unni,â you heard her soft voice tell you from further into the garden.Â
Sighing, you walked closer until you saw her sitting on the grass flooring while playing with a flower.Â
âAh-yi, why donât you come home?â You tried but she just shook her head. When you realized she wasnât going to say anything else, you walked closer.
Imagine your surprise when she scrambled away from you, desperate to keep the space between you two.Â
âAh-yi, whatâs wrong?â You asked gently, stopping in your tracks to give her the space she desired.Â
âDonât touch me! I might hurt you!â She exclaimed fearfully through a sob and you cursed her mother for putting that image in her head. Taking another slow and gentle step toward her, you internally cheered when she didnât move away. You took more steps toward her until you were sitting right in front of her and your hand reached for hers.Â
When she pulled back, you gave her the best reassuring smile you could muster. âSweetie, I know that you wonât hurt me. I promise.â
She hesitated but when you reached for her hands again she let you take them. You gave her a smile and squeezed her hand before pulling her into your chest. Your arms wrapped around her shoulders and held her tightly while she started crying more, her body wracking with the violent sobs she let out.Â
âI just donât understand why she hates me so much! Those men hurt me first!â She sobbed into the crook of your neck and you softly caressed her hair, brushing the loose leaves and grass strands out.Â
âI know, Iâm so sorry she did that to you. You definitely didnât deserve that,â you reassured her and lifted your chin to rest your head on top of hers when you saw Hyun-su leaning against a wall while watching the two of you with a frown. You used a hand to wave him over and he slowly walked over so he was sitting about a foot away from the two of you. You looked back down at her and kissed her forehead lovingly. âI donât want you to be afraid of yourself. You did what you had to do in that situation and no one is blaming you for it. Your mom is justâŠâ you hesitated, looking to Hyun-su for support on how to explain the girlâs motherâs actions in a way that wouldnât drag her name through the mud any more than it already was.
âYour mom was just worried,â Hyun-su intervened when he noticed your pleading gaze, bringing a hand to rest against Ah-yiâs back comfortingly. Ah-yi jumped a bit, startled, but otherwise didnât do anything. âIt was a shock to her to not only see you grow 10 years older in a few seconds but also to see how you dealt with those men. She didnât want to lose you.â
âYou mean she was scared. Scared of me,â she argued.
The both of you stayed quiet for a minute before you spoke again. âI know it doesnât seem like it now because of what happened yesterday, but I promise you she loves you,â she started crying again and you just hugged her tighter to you. âAnd if you donât believe me, at least know that I love you.â
It was the first time youâd expressed that to her in words and she looked up at you in surprise.Â
âReally?â
The pure innocence and surprise in her tone were enough for a genuine smile to break out on your face.Â
âOf course,â you told her sincerely and brushed her overgrown bangs to the side of her face.Â
âI guess I should trim those soon,â you thought to yourself.Â
âHow could I not love you? Youâre amazing!â You teased her lightly and she grinned at you. âYouâre like a daughter to me, Ah-yi. I canât see a life in which I wouldnât love you.â
She dug her head into the crook of your neck again at your words.Â
âI just stopped crying,â she complained with a whine that made you laugh. âDonât make me start again!â
âOkay! Okay,â you caved and leaned back to look at her again. âWhy donât we go home now?â She hesitated for a moment before nodding decisively.Â
The three of you stood up and you offered your hand to Ah-yi without a second of hesitation, something you could see in her eyes she appreciated.Â
âAh-yi,â Hyun-su said as the boat came into view in front of you all. Youâd stopped by the lake where you saved her all those months ago on the way back and spent a few hours there. Both of you could tell she didnât really want to go home yet so you extended the day as long as you could.Â
She hummed and looked over at him from where you had her propped up on your back in a piggyback ride. She had stepped on a rock and dramatically complained about it until one of you just decided to pick her up and bring her along.Â
That someone being you.Â
âIâŠâ he hesitated and you freed up a hand to reach over and give his hand a reassuring squeeze. âI need you to do me a favor. When we get back, I need you to go easy on your mom.â
You could feel her body tensing on your back, not expecting his words to be that. You quickly intervened. âWe donât expect you to forgive her anytime soon. Hell, I donât really expect you to ever forgive her, but I think we both agree that you should give her another chance,â you told her. She huffed and rested her chin on your head childishly. âWeâll talk to her whenever we get back and tell her what she did was wrong, but she was only trying to keep you with her.â
There were a few moments where Ah-yi stayed silent as you walked and you got nervous about what her reaction would be until she sighed.Â
âFine.â
You sighed in relief and smiled. What you wouldnât tell her is that the âtalkâ you would be having would most likely be a screaming match between the two of you while Hyun-su tried to be the mediator.Â
It had been about a month since that day and youâd stayed with Ah-yi and Yi-kyung for about half of it. The rest of the time, you and Hyun-su traveled through the city together, enjoying the feeling of being free with each other and occasionally spying on the soldiers of the stadium when they went out on their supply runs.Â
âI have a bad feeling,â Hyun-su told you one day while the two of you were washing a muddied shirt in the river.Â
âLetâs go check it out then,â you told him, standing up and wiping your hands on your trousers but he held his hand up.Â
âI⊠I donât think you should come with me.â
You looked at him, feeling shocked and slightly hurt but masking it under a calm exterior. âO-oh. Oka-â
âI just mean it feels dangerous. I donât really know how to explain it,â he interrupted you quickly, hesitantly taking one of your hands and squeezing it reassuringly.Â
You gave him a small frown. âBut I donât want you to be in any danger either.â
He smiled confidently at you and stared deeply into your eyes. âI promise I will be okay. Just stay in the shed until I get back. Iâll be back in a few hours at most.â
After a moment of hesitation, your eyes flicking between the broken down shed behind you and Hyun-suâs dark mocha brown eyes, you nodded in agreement. He smiled at you before turning in the opposite direction and starting to walk away. Just as he started to get out of arm's length, you tightened the grip you had around his hand. He turned back to you, tilting his head in question but your head was down, your eyes focused on his hand where you gently played with his fingers.Â
âPlease return to me,â you whispered, barely audible to him and he sighed. Taking a step forward, he wrapped his arms around you, one resting on the back of your head and the other around your waist.Â
âI will, Lucky. I always will.â
Eun-yu walked down the empty street of the city, darkness clouding every corner and making her jump at every noise. She wasnât nearly as experienced as you when it came to venturing off alone and outside of the stadium so it was all new to her. This was her first time out of the stadium, let alone all by herself, and she had barely any idea of what to do or where to go. It all started when she was waiting for you at the exit you used to go through when you went on your personal expeditions.Â
She wasnât dumb. She knew you were leaving every day and trying to hurt yourself, yet every day you came back safe. Maybe a little broken and bruised at times, but alive nonetheless. Despite the two of you not being close, she still cared about you more than anything. You were the closest thing to a friend that she had. She was positive you didnât remember this, but she had helped comfort you one night as you cried after another - but also thankfully your last - attempt to leave this world. You told her about the force that kept you alive, protecting you from monsters and from yourself. You told her about how you blame yourself for Hyun-suâs disappearance and how he was most likely dead. You told her everything. Afterward, you ended up passing out in her embrace and sleeping the entirety of the next day away while she stayed by your side to ward off anyone wanting to wake you.Â
Once you woke up, you seemed normal. The same expressionless look on your face as you went on with your day. It stayed that way for a long time. Eun-yu tried her best to do subtle things to help you; to make you feel more wanted and make you blame yourself less.
Until one day, you never came back.Â
You leaving and never returning is what led her to be standing at the exit not even a week ago, feeding some of her rations to a small stray kitten. Itâs what led her to stay there even when Chan-young approached her and asked her what she was doing. Itâs what made her stay even after a young girl she hadnât recognized revealed herself. Itâs what made her stay despite the pleas to go back inside from Chan-young and allowed her to see the woman she thought had died show up and take the girl with her.Â
It is also what led her here, all alone looking for you or the girl or Yi-kyung. Whilst finding you was her main goal, she would be satisfied with any of the three.Â
She lost Chan-young somewhere along the way after he was poisoned by the girl accompanying that old man but she didnât let that deter her.Â
Now, in the dark shadows looming over the alleyways she walked through, a long metal pipe clutched in one of her hands, she searched the abandoned city with the need to find you forcing down any fear she was feeling. The unoccupied hand had an old piece of clothing wrapped around it, protecting any dirt from getting into the wound where she protected Yeong-su from that soldier.
She often wondered if you knew how much you inspired her to be brave and protect those around her.
After some time, she found herself standing in front of a large greenhouse. Most of the windows were broken and she could see the plants inside had overgrown their once pristinely gardened form, but it was gorgeous regardless. The moonlight shone through the broken glass and cast spotlights of glimmering luminescence across the vegetation. She took a moment to admire everything, noting how you wouldâve loved a space like this until she heard a growling sound from behind her and her guard immediately went back up. Moving the pipe so it was tightly grasped in her hands like a baseball bat, she held it defensively and slowly crept closer to the source of the growling. The large crater in the ground made her sick, reminding her of the tragedy that happened less than a year ago when the government tried to kill as many people as possible in order to âsave humanity from itself.âÂ
As she got closer, she raised the pipe over her head, ready to strike at any moment. The growling of the monster got louder as she approached and she prepared herself to swing until-
âHe wonât attack you.â
Eun-yu turned around, facing the new voice and seeing the same girl from before. She lowered the pipe, letting it hang loosely at her side as the girl took slow steps toward her. Since she was almost positive this girl would have nothing to do with you, she instead asked about Yi-kyung. âIâm looking for Yi-kyung. You know where she is, right?â The girl stayed silent, gradually getting closer as she continued with her measured footsteps. âI have to meet with her.â
The two girls stared at each other as the younger girl approached. Silence stilled the air until it was broken.
âMom⊠the people⊠theyâre all bad.â
âDid you say âMomâ?â Eun-yu questioned, her face portraying her confusion and shock.
âShe couldnât mean Yi-â
âYouâre no different,â the girl concluded, taking her last few steps forward more quickly and launching Eun-yu down into the hole behind her. Feeling the ground disappear from below her feet and the wind rush through her hair, she screamed.Â
A scream.
A scream was what stopped you from continuing your washing of Hyun-su and your clothes. You snapped your head in the direction of the noise so fast you were worried you got whiplash. Unconsciously clutching the current piece of clothing youâd been washing in your hands, you started sprinting in the direction of the noise. As you got closer, the area around you got brighter and you noticed it becoming increasingly more familiar to you. It was when you saw the familiar metal canisters that you realized you were near the boat.
It was also when you realized the boat was on fire.Â
You gasped as you saw the flames licking away at the deck in the distance, pushing your body past its limits as you forced yourself to go faster, faster, faster. You were beyond terrified at the implications the fire had.
âWas this the bad feeling Hyun-su had?â You asked yourself. You tried your best to stay as positive as possible until you got there but it was difficult with all the possibilities swirling in your mind. However, there was one possibility you clung to: while the boat burning was bad in itself, maybe nobody was on it.
Maybe.
When you got to the stairs of the boat, you climbed them as quickly as you could, ignoring the pain in your foot when you slipped down one and ended up stepping on it wrong.
âThatâs a problem for later.â
You got to the top, not seeing anybody in the burning embers surrounding you. Quickly covering your mouth with the still-damp piece of fabric in your hands and thanking yourself for unconsciously holding onto it, you ran around the top of the deck, looking for any signs of life while simultaneously praying for none. Seeing nothing, your mind ran at a hundred miles per hour as you tried to decide if that was a good or bad thing.Â
âCha Hyun-su!â You screamed out, the use of his last name representing your evident panic. âSeo Ah-yi!â It was when you circled the captainâs quarters that you saw a familiar lean body. âSeo Yi-kyung!âÂ
You rushed forward, sliding down to your knees as you reached her and turning her onto her back. You winced as you saw the burn marks and ash littering across the side of her face. You brought the wet clothing down from where it covered your mouth and nose, quickly replacing it with the cuff of your jacket as you used the wet fabric to cover Yi-kyungâs nose. The fire caught onto your pants and you scrambled to put it out, letting out muffled screams into your sleeve as it burned your skin.Â
You watched as the small baby monster you knew to be Ah-yiâs friend approached you and Yi-kyung. You were mainly confused about why it showed up here willingly, usually, monsters were terrified of fire and would avoid it at all costs but that didnât seem to be the case.Â
âGo away! Get out of here!â You screamed at the baby but it just babbled at you, running up to you and setting out the fire on your pants. Then, it began to circle around the two of you, using its body to roll out any fire that got too close. You quietly sobbed, your tears feeling like ice against your flaming skin. âThank you,â you whispered to the small creature, feeling so grateful yet guilty for the way it was putting itself in danger for you.Â
Suddenly, as you felt yourself fading out of consciousness, the exhaustion from the run over, and the pain in your foot getting to you, you heard a familiar voice call out for you.
âLucky!â
Hyun-su...
Eun-yu screamed out as she fell until she quieted, accepting her death to be by falling down a large hole while not knowing if her only friend was dead or alive. Just as she lost all hope, the sound of something whipping through the wind above caught her attention along with a familiar large wing made of bone and muscle only. It was only for a moment that she caught a glimpse of the boyâs face before his arm wrapped around her body and they shot up.Â
Reaching the top, Hyun-su swung around so his body would take the brunt of the fall and they crashed. Sliding across the concrete, he used his wing to slow them down as much as possible and keep her as unharmed as he could. Barely taking a minute to breathe when they came to a stop, Hyun-su opened his arm and rolled Eun-yu off before standing back up.Â
âCha Hyun-su,â the girl tried, struggling to lift herself from the ground. Receiving no response as he continued walking toward Ah-yi, who was watching curiously from the other side of the crater, she tried again. âCha Hyun-su!â She finally made it to her feet as she screamed.
Hyun-su let out a breath. He took a moment to force his eyes to return to their natural state instead of the endless void that would consume him when in his monster state before slowly turning around to face her.
âAre you really just gonna leave like that?â She asked him, more quietly this time as he faced her. His wing flapped lightly at his side, whistling through the wind in an ethereally beautiful way.Â
At least, thatâs how you would often describe it.
âWere you expecting a hug or something?â He asked her in a blank tone and she looked at him with exasperated annoyance.Â
âYeah, I was. I expected at least a âGlad to see you. Howâve you been?ââ She retorted back at him, getting angrier by the moment at the completely blank look on his face.Â
âBut Iâm not glad to see you,â he told her and she couldnât help but expect it. She knew they werenât close. Nowhere near as close as you were with Hyun-su. You always tried so hard to make him feel included, to fight for his rights even when Eun-hyuk kept you as far away from him as possible. After you tried to break the lock of the door that one time, he gave strict instructions to everyone who had a guard duty that they were not to allow you near the room. You would always leave Eun-hyuk with the same phrase after each failed attempt to see the boy.
âYouâre a coward. You wonât go up the stairs to retrieve the residentsâ items yourself and then you treat the man who does do it like scum. I canât believe you.â
It was what made her like you in the first place. While she knew you and Hyun-su had known each other for a brief period before the apocalypse, she couldnât help but admire how you stood up for the boy without a second thought. She was pretty sure she realized your feelings for him before even you did.Â
âYou werenât supposed to know how to leave the stadium. You shouldâve just stayed away,â Hyun-suâs voice broke her out of her brief flash of memories.Â
âIt was you all alongâŠâ she started, taking a stuttering step toward him. âThat night with the rope⊠all the times she tried to kill herself⊠it was you who saved her, wasnât it?â
By the lack of surprise or questioning on his face, she knew her answer. They stayed silent for a few more seconds, Eun-yu waiting for an answer and Hyun-su trying to provide one. Though his face remained monotonous, he was trying to come up with an answer that wouldnât give her too much information but would satisfy her concern and need to know.Â
âWe crossed paths. I figured since we werenât strangers I might as well help her out. I know what itâs like. She doesnât deserve that kind of a death. Thatâs it. Nothing more,â he looked at her, making sure his words werenât just floating in one ear and out the other. âYou understand?âÂ
Without waiting for her to respond, he turned around again, rolling his eyes.
âI have to get back to-âÂ
âThatâs bullshit and we both know it!â Eun-yu yelled from behind him, interrupting his thoughts. She took fast purposeful steps toward him as she continued to speak. âYouâre in love with her, she was your everythin-!â
Hyun-su brought his wing down and scraped the concrete behind him, only a few feet away from where Eun-yu was standing. She held her breath, waiting for his next move and cursing herself for the shiver of fear that ran up her spine at his actions.
âYou would never fear him like this.â
Seeing him not make any more moves, she tried again. Prying her feet off the floor from where the strange acid was kicked up by the large appendage, she started walking again only for Hyun-su to slam his wing down again. This time, the toe of her front boot had melted off and she could see the black socks she wore underneath peeking through. She mentally slapped herself for how the breath she let out was shaky. Forcing herself to peel her boots off the ground again, she tried to take another step when suddenly a hand latched onto her bicep and pulled her back, sending her tumbling to the ground.Â
âAre you trying to get yourself killed?â The large man, Ho-sang+ asked. His shoulders were draped with a homemade camouflage outfit made of grass and hay. The man raised his shotgun, aiming it toward Hyun-su who had still yet to turn around. âYou monster piece of shit, what are you doing here?â The boy turned to look over his shoulder at the new voice. âGet gone!â
Right as Hyun-su turned back around to keep walking, Eun-yu spoke up again.
âWait!â She scrambled to her feet, intending on running over to Hyun-su but the older man grabbed her shoulders and held her back. âCha Hyun-su. Cha Hyun-su!â He came to a halt again and it was enough of a tell he was waiting for her to continue. âSheâŠâ she began, hesitating to tell him this in case her gut feeling was wrong. âSheâs been missing for months. Do you know⊠I mean⊠is sheâŠâ She couldn't force herself to get her words out, only able to speak in between shaky breaths as she started to think of the worst possible outcomes. If her gut feeling was wrong and you werenât really with Hyun-su, she didnât know what she would do. Â
Hyun-su turned back around to look at her over his shoulder. Keeping eye contact with her for a few moments as he debated whether to tell her or not, he relented.
âSheâs alive.â
Turning back around, he could hear the breaths of relief Eun-yu and the older man both released, albeit for different reasons.Â
Following Ah-yi, they both walked away from the two humans. He waited until they got to the edge of the river to start talking.
âWhy did you do that?â
âI don't like her,â Ah-yi responded.
âSo why don't you like her?â He pushed,Â
âEvery human is the same. Sheâs no different,â she yelled angrily before her voice dropped to a mumble he was just barely able to hear. âThe only human to be an exception is Unni.â
Hyun-su looked at her when she stopped, the anger being shown clearly on her face and he was confused about why she was so riled up. The quiet atmosphere was only interrupted by the hooting of the owls in the nearby trees.Â
âI was curious about humans at first⊠because both Mom and Unni are human. So I said âhiâ and theyâŠâ She took a shaky breath in before continuing. âThey hurt me. They yelled and they pushed and... and they hurt me too. And they killed all my friends and monsters!â She screamed out, her voice heavy with raw emotion. âLeaving just me.â
âThey were just scared,â Hyun-su tried to soothe her anger and pain as her eyes filled with tears. âAfraid of losing someone.â
âThen I'll give them a reason. Show them how scary it was,â her heavy breathing slowly evened out and Hyun-su sighed. He knew you would be able to help her with a situation like this better than he would. From the very first day, you always seemed to have a way of calming her down and helping her through the more difficult times.
âLet's get out of here. Yeah?â He suggested as tears began to fall down her cheeks, hitting the pavement below with an imperceptible plop.Â
âThere's no place for me. My house is gone,â she told him.Â
âWhat⊠do you mean?â He asked after a few silent beats.Â
âI⊠no longer need you. Not you, or MomâŠâ she paused to calm herself but couldnât stop the sob that came with her next words. âOr Unni. Not anymore.â
Hyun-su let out a slight gasp before sprinting in the direction of the boat. He hoped his suspicions were wrong. He hoped Ah-yi wouldnât do that to her mother.
But he knew she would.
Heâd heard the countless nights you spent with her in your arms as you consoled her and reassured her about her motherâs love when she was positive it no longer existed. He knew how much she hated the woman who gave birth to her, hated her for the love she once had but lost on that fateful day.Â
Hyun-su ignored the sharp pain in his lungs as he sprinted toward the boat, cursing lightly when he saw the fire engulfing it from afar. Finally reaching it, he ran around looking desperately for Yi-kyung and screaming her name.Â
It wasnât until he found both her and you lying on the ground that his panic started to take over.Â
âLucky!â He screamed, running towards you and dropping to his knees. He quickly picked both of you up, the weight not a struggle for him but the positioning of your bodies being a bit awkward. He ended up with Yi-kyung on his back piggyback style and you being held in his arms like his bride. Seeing the small creature passed out only a few feet away, he picked it up too and put it on your lap as he walked off the boat, letting the home full of memories burn itself to the ground forevermore.Â
Hyun-su walked towards the swan boat about a quarter mile away from the boat. Gently setting Yi-kyung down first, he placed you down with your head in his lap. He cursed himself. He couldnât believe he had just left you alone. He couldnât believe you would go into such a dangerous place willingly.Â
But then again, he couldnât be surprised. You were like that, so selfless and kind. If you saw the boat on fire you would never allow yourself to stay behind while there was a potential of the people you loved being on that boat.Â
He was thankful you at least were smart enough to cover your nose and mouth when you were there. The ripped and slightly scorched shirt covering Yi-kyungâs mouth was one he recognized to be yours. And although it wasnât a great replacement, he saw how the cuff of your jacket sleeve was loosely placed over your own mouth, slipping once youâd fallen unconscious.Â
As he was picking the bits of seared wood and singed fabric from your hair, a small whisper of his name drew his attention behind him to Yi-kyung.
âHyun-suâŠâ
He turned around, making sure not to jostle you around too much as he looked at her. Her face was burned, fresh wounds scarring the flesh of her cheeks that would forever alter her appearance.Â
âAre you okay, Yi-kyung?â
âItâs all my fault itâs like this,â she started. Hyun-su stayed silent as she continued. âI just wanted her to be safe like you were,â she whimpered, it was unclear whether it was from the pain on her skin or the pain in her heart. âAll I wanted was for her toâŠâ she sobbed but no tears came out yet. She was dehydrated and wounded and it was clear she wouldnât make it without medical help they no longer had.Â
âIt wasnât your fault,â Hyun-su refuted.
Yi-kyung groaned as she sat up, leaning heavily against the edge of the swan boat. âI shouldâve killed her.â
Hyun-suâs eyes widened at her words. While he knew that was what she had wanted when her baby was first born, he didnât know it was still something she thought about.Â
âIn the back of my mind, I always had that thought. I know she mustâve felt it when I had those thoughts,â she breathed heavily, her breaths sounding gritty and labored. She looked at the girl lying in Hyun-suâs lap, feeling angry, regretful, and jealous, but mostly grateful. Grateful she had at least you to look up to and show her the way when she couldnât. âI know she would always tell her about how she hated me,â she pointed at you weakly. âI know she always saw her as more of a mother than she did me.âÂ
âYouâre wrong,â Hyun-su protested. âWhile Ah-yi loves Lucky, she needs you as her mother. I know because I was there too through all those days,â he looked down at you, eyes still shut and sweat clinging to your skin. âSo was she,â he breathed out a sigh and looked back at Yi-kyung. âYou said you were a bad mother, but you know thatâs just not true.â
âThe fault is all mine,â tears fell down her cheeks as she spoke, a soothing touch to her wounded face. âI was the one who made her like this,â she blamed herself, Hyun-suâs reassuring words either not registering in her brain or being completely ignored. âNo, this is good,â she accepted. She knew her end would be soon. âIt turning out like this is for the best. This way, I⊠I donât have to kill my daughter.,â she sobbed.
âWere you really going to kill her?â He asked incredulously. At her lack of response, he continued. âWhy? Youâre her mother! So why?âÂ
âI donât deserve to be,â she cut him off. âI could never be worthy of her, not when I treated her so differently than you did. Than she did,â she explained. She couldnât fathom saying your name, feeling unworthy of being near you when she always had those terrible thoughts of hurting her own flesh and blood. You had always treated her so much better than she had, treating her like your own daughter, whether it was by blood or not. âI had the same thought hundreds of times. âWhy is she cursed like this?â Why?â She started sobbing again, the guilt and blame she put on herself for the past year torturing her soul. âItâs all my fault. My awful thoughts and desires turned her⊠into a⊠monster.â
Hyun-su scoffed. âYeah, so what?â He looked at her and the surprise of his words stopped her crying. âAre monsters really all bad?â
Yi-kyung sighed and just as Hyun-su was going to continue talking, the soft babbling of the baby monster sounded out again, drawing both their attention to the mini creature. He gently picked it up, holding it in his arms as he spoke again. âThis one saved you. Saved both of you. Saved you because youâre familyâŠâ his eyes filled with tears but he refused to let his voice break. âYou see, monsters feel and recognize people. Because they were human once too.â
He hugged the monster to his chest, and the conversation ended when Yi-kyung faded out of consciousness.Â
The group sat around the campfire, Ha-ni snuggled up against Chan-youngâs side while the other two sat alone.
âSo, which is it?â Eun-yu asked. âA brother? A boss? A dad? What are you to each other?â
âWhy the hell does it matter? Just eat and get lost,â the older man evaded the question.Â
âUm⊠why donât you come back with us? Youâll be safer there,â Park Chan-young offered and Ha-niâs head perked up in excitement.Â
âAre we getting married then?â She asked, moving closer to his side and resting her head against his shoulder.
âUh, thatâs⊠thatâs not what Iâm saying,â he repudiated.Â
âSafe? You guys have just been lucky,â the older man rolled his eyes at the suggestion. âThat, or you donât know better.â
âI think you might be underestimating some of us.â
âI donât trust humans, okay?â He concluded.
âIâm not surprised. But you donât trust monsters either?â Eun-yu integrated herself into the conversation once more. âAnd what about her?â She asked, tilting her head at Ha-ni. âYou trust her?â He didnât respond and it was silent for a minute. âSure seems like it.â
Ha-ni, noticing how the atmosphere was turning strange and uncomfortable, interrupted. âLetâs go with them. Letâs go together, teacher, hmm?â She insisted, leaning forward in her seat to emphasize her wants. âHey, letâs go!â
The older man looked thoughtful for a moment, considering his companionâs words before noticing something in the distance.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â He screamed accusingly, raising his shotgun threateningly toward the figure approaching.Â
Hyun-su walked forward. Yi-kyung was tied against his back using the long-sleeved shirt you used to cover your mouth in the fire meanwhile you were held in his arms, cradled against his chest protectively.Â
He raised his head slightly to look at them, continuing his stride forward despite the threat of the gun in front of him.Â
In the blink of an eye, Ha-ni appeared next to Ho-sang as he held the gun and moved his arms, forcing it to face the ground just as he pulled the trigger. It hit the rocks harmlessly and she looked at Hyun-su curiously.Â
Taking a deep breath, he slowly lowered himself to his knees and placed Yi-kyung on the ground after untying her. Keeping you in his arms as he rose again, he held you close as Eun-yu rushed forward. Stopping just a foot in front of him, she looked down at you in shock. She reached her hand out to caress your cheek but stopped herself at the last second.Â
âPlease help,â Hyun-su begged and Eun-yu lifted her chin to look at him. âThis was the only place I could turn to.â
Both Chan-young and Ha-ni walked over to where Yi-kyung was lying on the ground, kneeling down to properly assess the damage on her body.Â
âHow did she get like this? And the kid? The girl who left with you?â Eun-yu asked before looking down at you still in Hyun-suâs arms and finally allowing her fingers to skim along the feverish skin of your cheek as she whispered your name, stunned. âAnd what about her? Is she okay? Why isnât she awake?â
âFirst, letâs get them both inside,â Chan-young stopped her questioning before Hyun-su could respond. Ha-ni helped him prop the woman on her back, fully intending to bring her into the trailer until a gunshot sounded.Â
Eun-yu froze in shock, paralyzed by seeing Hyun-su stumble back with a gunshot to the shoulder. He fell to his knees once more, his grip on you loosening but refusing to let go. He gently set your lower body down onto his lap, his now free hand going to hold his wounded shoulder while the other held your upper body to his chest. He ignored the anger that stirred in his chest when he saw how close the shot came to your face, just missing by a few inches. Clenching his eyes closed tightly and blocking out the sound of everyone talking and screaming around him, he forced the familiar feeling of his monster down. When he finally looked up and opened his eyes he saw Eun-yu holding Ha-ni against her chest with blade centimeters from her neck.Â
â- and Iâll cut her fucking head off.â
Ha-ni scoffed at her words with an annoyed smile but didnât try to fight back or move away.Â
âWay to prove my point about humans,â Ho-sang told her, not lowering his gun. âPulling this shit after I saved your life is rich.â
âI said Iâll take him with me. I said Iâll take them so just⊠what's your problem?â Eun-yu begged the man, tears forming along her waterline as the situation continued to go downhill.Â
âYouâre with monsters,â Ho-sang explained, glaring at her from his spot. âThat makes you a threat. And you call yourself human? Jesus.â
âYou call yourself human when you just almost shot a girl in the face? He might not be human but she is!â She screamed at him and continued when she saw the flicker of guilt in his eyes. âAnd what makes you special? How can you be sure youâre gonna stay immune?â She questioned but he stayed silent. âWhat if you were to start showing symptoms? Seems a bullet is your only option. Since monsters have to die.â
Hyun-su groaned in pain before trying to stop her from baiting the man. âStop it,â his words were spoken weakly as more blood spilled from his wound. He covered it with the fabric of his shirt, trying to avoid getting as much blood on you as possible but the splatters of blood across your forehead and cheeks told him it was already a bit too late for that.Â
âAnd her?â Eun-yu continued, ignoring the boyâs warnings and protests as she started to speak about Ha-ni. âCould you put a bullet in her?â Her words were spoken softly but Ho-sang heard it loud and clear. He stayed quiet again, not willing to speak of the situation he feared the most. âHow about I save you the trouble?â She offered.
âOh, yeah. So this is who you are,â he finally spoke, nodding in disdain at her actions.Â
âStop it,â Hyun-su tried again but again was ignored. âDonât do this Eun-yu,â he begged.Â
Suddenly, Ha-ni grabbed the wrist holding the knife to her throat, and twisted it away from herself, spinning around so the knife was now in her possession and the tip was pointing directly at Eun-yuâs neck. There was a collective gasp from everyone watching and Ho-sang lowered his guns in shock. âHa-ni!â He yelled at her as she stuck the point of the blade in Eun-yuâs neck, causing a trail of blood to leak out.Â
After a moment of tense silence, she pulled the knife away and dropped it to the floor where it clattered against the rocks loudly. Pushing her forward, she walked over and entered her car, entering it and called for Ho-sang to join her.Â
âIn this life, we werenât meant to be,â she started, talking to Chan-young as her companion got into the car and started it up. âMaybe the next one. Get rid of the girl though.â
The group watched as the two drove off before Chan-young turned to Hyun-su. âAre you okay to move? Howâs your shoulder?â
Hyun-su pulled his hand away, the wound already having closed and the blood surrounding it was the only reminder that it was ever there in the first place. He nodded. âItâs okay.â
Chan-young took a few steps closer to him before kneeling beside him and looking at where you rested in his arms. The pain from your ankle and slight burns showed on your leg but you luckily didnât seem to have any difficulty breathing or major damage. âAnd her? Are you still okay to carry her?âÂ
Hyun-su nodded once again while he moved his empty hand to once again rest under your knees and stood up. âYes, Iâm okay.â
âI think weâd better go. Monsters may have heard the gunfire,â Chan-young concluded and walked behind Hyun-su as he started the path to his chosen destination, whatever that place may be.
Eun-yu kneeled down to grab her bag and knife before looking back at Hyun-su. âLetâs go.â
He sighed as she started to walk behind him, taking a moment to look at you and make sure you were alright before he followed. He would have to wipe his shoulder down and clean the blood from your face before you woke up. He didnât feel like worrying you about his injury just yet.Â
Sighing once more, he turned around and started to follow the two.Â
They arrived at the destination Chan-young had brought them to. It was a hospital, or at least it used to be. As they got inside, there was broken glass everywhere and scratches from an unnatural creature lining the floor. It was clear it was no longer the medical place it used to be.Â
Setting Yi-kyung down on the hospital bed they found, Chan-young turned to Hyun-su and asked, âWhat happened to her?â
âA fire started where she was staying,â he started to explain, still holding you since all the other hospital beds they could find were not exactly clean. At least the one Yi-kyung was lying on didnât have any blood stains on it. He didnât mind though. âI think there was no way out. She was already unconscious by the time I made it in.â
âItâs carbon monoxide poisoning,â Chan-young concluded from the evidence provided before standing up urgently and turning to Eun-yu. âSomething like a small gas tank should be lying around. Go look for some,â he then turned to Hyun-su who was getting ready to stand and help them. âYou should probably stay here,â he told him and Hyun-su stayed silent for a moment as he looked at you in his arms before nodding in agreement. He moved to lean against the wall as the other two went off in different directions to search for the gas tank.Â
After a while, there was the faint sound of someone yelling, âI found one!â Soon after, both Eun-yu and Chan-young returned to the bed, the boy carrying a gas tank in his hands which he set up next to it. Expertly, he plugged the tube into the tank and turned the air on, testing the pressure and how much oxygen was left in the tank.Â
âDoes it work?â Eun-yu asked just as the arrow pointed to âREFILLâ and Chan-young sighed. âWhat? What is it?â
âItâs out of oxygen,â he explained.
âSo what happens now?â
âHer organs will start to fail without⊠without a steady supply of oxygen,â he told them before his head fell forward. âFuck me.â
âEnough of that crap. Is there any other way?â Eun-yu begged, unwillingly to give up so soon.Â
âItâs already too late.â
âDonât say that unless youâve tried everything,â she told him seriously, she then moved over to start picking Yi-kyung up by her arms. âPark Chan-young, help me carry her. Letâs get her to the stadium. We have to leave now,â she ordered but he didnât move and Hyun-su just buried his head in your hair emotionally. âI said help me carry her!â She sobbed, setting her back down when he still didnât try to help her and covering her face with her hands.Â
The group just finished moving both you and Yi-kyung to another room, this one finally having another bed that wasnât stained with blood and smelling of a rotting corpse. Chan-young helped Eun-yu carry Yi-kyung to the room while Hyun-su held you close, only letting you go when they found the bed for you to lie on.Â
Despite how his monster body protested, he allowed Eun-yu to have a moment alone with you and Yi-kyung in the room, choosing instead to wait on the bench outside. He saw through the crack in the door how she held your hand gently and spoke words he couldnât hear. He watched as she set your hand down across your stomach and retreated from the room to sit on the bench with him, leaving an empty seat between them.Â
âAre you feeling better?â Hyun-su asked her once she sat down. She sighed quietly and he took that as her response. âWe did the best we could.â
âAre you comfortable with this?â She asked him, not understanding how he could be so calm in a moment like this. âIs leaving her to die like that really the right thing to do?â
âNow that I think about it⊠I think itâs what she wanted,â he construed and she turned her head to look at him.Â
âWhat?â
âHer boat was deliberately burned, but she chose to stay aboard.â
âWhy, though?â Eun-yu whispered. âWhy would Yi-kyung do that?â
âI wanna ask you something,â Hyun-su told her and she stayed quiet as she waited for him to speak. âHowâs everyone doing? Iâve tried asking Lucky but she always gets really quiet when I do.â
Eun-yuâs lips quirked up minutely at the familiar term of endearment but the memory of her grief overwhelmed it. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself before answering him. âHye-in and Su-yeong are dead. And Yoon Ji-su, too.â
Now Hyun-su knew why you would never talk about it, why you would always get quiet and have that far-away look in your eyes when he asked. He always figured you just didnât know, that maybe you got separated at some point, but somewhere deep down he knew that was just wishful thinking. While he hated that you didnât confide in him, he understood where you were coming from. Even a year isnât always enough time to heal enough to talk about something so tragic.Â
âJust like that, theyâre all gone,â she continued in a whisper. He turned his head away from her as a tear fell down his cheek before she spoke up more loudly this time, masking the emotion in her voice with false confidence. âNow let me ask you a question,â she said. He turned to look at her but she was looking in the direction of where you lay on the hospital bed, head tilted to the side as you breathed easily. âHow is she doing, really? Is she better?â Her voice almost broke as she unwillingly thought back to how you were feeling during your time in the stadium but she was able to mask it with a cough. While she was hoping you were doing better now that you were with Hyun-su and hopefully didnât blame yourself for his disappearance anymore, she had to be sure.
âSheâs doing good. She still has her bad days but overall sheâs doing better.â
She breathed a sigh of relief, a single tear falling down her cheek. âThank you.â
He turned his head to look back at her and saw she was now staring at him. âHm?â
âYou brought her back to me. I donât know what I would do if I didnât at least see her one more time. If I didnât make sure she was still alive. So thank you.âÂ
He nodded. âOf course.â
âI also,â she continued. âWant to thank you for returning to her,â she shot him a watery smile as her eyes brimmed with tears. âGod knows she deserves it.â
When you woke up, the first things you saw were the blaring lights of the white lighting fixture above you. Groaning, you brought a hand up to cover your eyes and turned your head only to gasp when you saw the burned face of Yi-kyung on the bed next to yours. Quickly throwing your legs over the side of the bed and standing up to check on her, you let out a yelp of pain as you stepped on your wounded ankle and crumpled to the floor.Â
Breathing heavily, you cursed yourself before hearing the sound of fast-paced footsteps entering the room you were in. You leaned up on one hand and saw a face youâd longed to see for weeks.Â
âEun-yu?â
The girl snapped her head to where you sat and gasped out your name, running toward you and crouching down. She grabbed your arms and helped you stand up, making you sit on the edge of the bed so she could check out your foot.Â
âHow are you feeling?â She asked, concerned but all you could think about was the woman breathing unevenly on the bed behind her.Â
âFine, fine,â you said dismissively, only half listening to her concerns. âHow is Yi-kyung? Is she okay?â
Eun-yu slapped your arm lightly. âYou were passed out for half a day, let me worry about you.â
You gave a small chuckle at her words, reaching your arms out to wrap around her shoulders. âItâs good to see you, Eun-yu. Iâve missed you.â
She exhaled slowly, wrapping her own arms around you and letting herself relax in your embrace.Â
âWait, what am I doing here?â You asked as you softly pushed her away from you. âWhat are you doing here? Why arenât you at the stadium? Are you okay?â You gasped, firing questions at her like a machine gun prior to grabbing the sides of her puffy jacket sleeves and pulling her a few inches closer as you looked her over for any injuries. Other than the small wound on her neck, she seemed to be relatively unharmed.
âThat doesnât matter right now,â she scolded lightly and lifted your wounded and swollen ankle up. âFirst, we should fix this up. Iâm sure thereâs some tape or something around here,â she started to walk away but turned back to look at you. âDonât move,â she scolded with a finger pointed at you accusingly. You held your hands up in a surrender motion and laughed.Â
After a while of looking around the room, she walked back with a wad of medical tape in her hand. You watched in awe as she started to expertly wrap your foot with the medical tape in a way that would help keep it in place. Noticing your stare, she explained. âI used to do ballet. I sprained my ankle and had to do this every day.â
âWell lucky me then,â you told her with a smile that she returned once she finished. She then cut the ripped pant leg off at the knee and cut the singed parts off. Using the burned-free part of the fabric, she gave you her hand to squeeze as she poured the clear liquid inside a bottle of vodka on your burns. You screamed and stuffed your sleeve into your mouth, both stopping yourself from breaking your teeth and muffling your pained noises. After finishing disinfecting the wound, she got to work on wrapping the cut fabric around your burns to prevent any further dirt from entering it.
Breathing heavily through your pain, you grabbed the nearly empty bottle of vodka after she set it down and lifted it to your nose.Â
It looked like vodka.
It smelled like vodka.
Taking a sip, your face scrunched up in displeasure.Â
Definitely vodka, although something was off.Â
âWhy is it so watery?â You asked her. Eun-yuâs head snapped up to see you bring the bottle to your lips again to take another sip.Â
Grabbing the bottle away from you, she smirked and brought the bottle to her lips, drinking the last of the liquid while you whined. After sighing overexaggeratedly, she smiled at you and handed the bottle back to you. You shot her a glare âFor one, when are you ever going to find a steal like that again? Had to make sure it lasted!â You laughed. âAnd second, regular vodka is too potent to use as a disinfectant by itself, you have to water it down so you donât burn away your nerves.â
She secured the fabric with the medical tape and tapped your knee to signal she was finished. She helped you down from the table and let you wrap an arm around her shoulder as you limped over to the bench outside of the room. You thanked her just as you saw another familiar face appear around the corner. âPark Chan-young? What are you doing here?â
âAh, youâre awake! How are you feeling?â He asked instead of answering your question.Â
âIâm feeling okay, my ankle hurts a little but not too bad,â you told him with a smile before it faded and your head turned to look at Yi-kyung through the still-opened door. âSheâs not going to make it, she?â
You heard the two of them sigh behind you and you let out a shaky breath. Tilting your head up, you tried to stop the tears from falling.Â
It was silent for a while, the only sounds were the ragged breathing from Yi-kyung in the next room until Chan-young spoke.Â
âCha Hyun-su, was it?â He asked and your head snapped up to look at him while Eun-yu who was sitting beside you didnât even flinch. âThatâs the monster that killed Mr. Kim, right?â
You opened your mouth to ask what he meant when Eun-yu spoke before you could.
âIt gets on my nerves when you use the word âkillâ.â
He sat down next to her and leaned forward in his chair with his elbows resting on his knees. âWell, nonetheless, thatâs how it went down.â
âYour curiosity will cost you someday,â at his silence to her words, she sighed and continued. âMr. Kim was displaying symptoms.â
The news of this story was no surprise to you. While you werenât there when it happened, you do remember how Eun-yu had relayed the story to you only a few nights after the incident. You didnât know she knew it was Hyun-su though, and to be honest you felt slightly betrayed.Â
âI donât know when itâd begun.â
âWait,â Chan-young started, gasping at the new information. âBut why didnât you say anything? You were branded as a murderer.â
âThe Chief and I have had⊠a long-standing grudge. Yet we all lived because she opened the stadium to us. I canât deny that. I just couldnât screw her over like that.â
You quietly gasped. Despite the information not being new to you, you hadnât known the reason she never spoke up was because of that.Â
âLee Eun-yu,â Chan-young said softly.
âEun-yu, you shouldnât have done that to yourself,â you scolded her quietly.Â
âDonât get me wrong. That wasnât the only reason,â she continued, leaning back in her seat. âI didnât know it was Hyun-su, but⊠either way, I didnât want to tell Crow Platoon.â
Oh. So Eun-yu didnât know it was Hyun-su. That definitely made you feel better than the idea of her knowing this entire time and just not telling you.Â
When a sudden gasp was heard from the room Yi-kyung was in, all of your heads snapped up and Chan-young and Eun-yu rushed into the room. You stood up, hopping over to lean against the entrance when you slipped.Â
Just as your hand missed grabbing the frame of the door, you felt an arm wrap around your waist and pull you back up. Turning your head to look at your savior, you were surprised to see Hyun-su with his arm supporting you and Ah-yi standing beside him, looking at you with just as surprised eyes as you were at her. The boy moved you so you were propped up against the door frame before he stepped into the room.Â
âCould you step outside for a moment?â He asked the two as they stood beside Yi-kyungâs bed. They hesitated but eventually made their way out of the room. As Hyun-su walked up to the woman, leaning over her as she breathed raggedly, you wrapped your arms around Ah-yi and brought her into a hug.Â
âOh sweetie, Iâm so sorry,â you expressed your condolences before pushing her away just enough so you could see her face. âHow are you doing?â You asked her as you caressed her cheek and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.Â
She shrugged her shoulders, looking away unconvincingly. âIâm fine. She hated me anyway. I only came for Oppa.â
You tsked and brought her back into your embrace. âYou and I both know thatâs not true.â
She didnât respond and Hyun-su turned back to look at the two of you, motioning for Ah-yi to walk in. As she passed by you, you smoothed down the back of her hair and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.Â
Hyun-su walked past her, letting her have her final moment alone with her mother on her deathbed. Instead, he walked over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist to help you walk as you all moved further down the hall to give the girl some space. Once he decided it was far away enough, he moved you over to the wall so you could lean against it and stood beside you. You leaned your head against his shoulder, wanting to give and gain comfort from the action. You all stayed there, silently, for a few minutes until Ah-yi walked down the hall.Â
Hyun-su popped off the wall and she turned to face the two of you, mainly Hyun-su as he started to speak. âWhy are you out here already?â
You leaned forward, grabbing onto his arm to support you as you looked at her. âYou should stay with her a while longer,â you insisted softly. Her eyes fluttered down to where the medical tape peeked out above your shoe and the pant leg was taped in place around your calf before she fluttered her eyes back up to yours.Â
âMomâs not going to die. So stop crying, please.â
The way she said it gave you a bad feeling and the clattering that came from the direction of the room didnât help to ease it. Hyun-su turned, making sure you were balanced before rushing over to the room. You glanced at Ah-yi before heading that direction as well, having Eun-yu and Chan-young help you.
âYi-kyung!â You heard Hyun-su exclaim just as you all got to the doorway. When you looked into the room, you saw Hyun-su on the ground with Yi-kyung held in his arms while tears fell down his cheeks.Â
You covered your mouth in horror as your own tears started to form. You stayed there, supported only by the door as you all cried over the loss of your friend.Â
Your eyes shot open when you heard the sound of bones cracking. Her head was thrown backward and her back arched to the point where you were sure that was the bone-breaking sound you heard. The skin on the left side of her body started to turn black, almost as if ash had been painted across it. She started thrashing around, her body contorting inhumanely and her skin releasing a dark, unnatural smoke. As she rolled onto her stomach the bones in her back crunched loudly and she shot up.Â
You barely had enough time to move out of the way before she ran into the door you were leaning on. Disoriented and dizzy, you couldnât bring yourself to focus on what was happening around you until you heard the ringing of a gunshot and Yi-kyungâs half-monsterized body fell backward at the waist.Â
âNo, donât do that!â Hyun-su screamed, rushing forward and moving Chan-youngâs hands away while he held fast to the gun.Â
âItâs too late for her. Sheâs already gone!â Chan-young yelled at him.Â
You looked back at the woman to see the gunshot wound already gone, now covered with the same black markings that covered one half of her body. âH-Hyun-su,â you whimpered weakly and both men turned to look back at Yi-kyung. You let out a soft sob as you saw the tear slide down her face.Â
âYi-kyung,â Hyun-su whispered and she raised a hand toward him. Reaching for him, she started to walk forward before her other arm, the remaining human arm, reached out to grab her own hand, almost as if to pull her back. âYou guys should go back,â he whispered to you all. âTake Lucky with you, she canât walk on her own.â
âNo! Not without you!â You protested but Hyun-su didnât turn to face you. Eun-yu looked at you hesitantly before turning back to him.Â
âWhat about Yi-kyung?â She let out through a sob. âHow could she turn so suddenly? She wasnât showing any symptoms.â
âHer daughter did this to her,â he explained hurriedly.
âAh-yiâŠâ you whispered in realization.Â
âShe turns people to monsters?â Chan-young questioned, still aiming the gun at Yi-kyung. âMonsterization is uncontrollable by humans.â
âSheâs not a human,â you said lowly.Â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â Eun-yu screamed at you just as Yi-kyung rushed forward to jump out the window of the room behind you.Â
âLeave! Now!â He yelled at them before jumping out the window after her.Â
âHyun-su, no!â You cried out, trying to lift yourself to your feet to no avail. Eun-yu and Chan-young, ran to the broken window, looking out as you continued to struggle. âEun-yu!â You screamed at her and she turned around to face you with widened eyes. âPlease! You have to help him! Donât let him get hurt, please,â you begged her.
She nodded, determined. Turning to Chan-young, he nodded at her and they set off in the direction of the stairs to the bottom floor.Â
You sat against the glass doors of the room Hyun-su was resting in. For the first hour, you were in there with him, holding him while he cried. After he fell asleep, though, you decided to give him some space. You waited outside, leaning your head back against the cool surface of the glass with your uninjured leg bent and held to your chest while the other was extended outward.Â
Down the hall, you could see Eun-yu watching you until Chan-young approached her. You looked away as you saw them staring at you. Both had sympathy lacing their gazes that you couldnât stand to see. Sympathy meant you had something they felt sympathetic towards. You didnât want to think of what that thing was. All you wanted was to be back at your shed, doing laundry with Hyun-su while Ah-yi sat down on the edge of the river bank with her feet dipping into the water.Â
But those days were over, at least for the time being.
âWhat are you gonna do now?â Park Chan-young asked Eun-yu, her gaze still locked onto your form curled up across the hallway.Â
âI donât know,â she admitted. âI found her, and sheâs alright. Thatâs good enough for me. I know sheâs in good hands with Cha Hyun-su. I donât want her to come back to the stadium with us. Not when she was so miserable there,â she told him, thinking for a moment before giving a conclusive answer. âIâm gonna wait for Hyun-su to wake up. Iâll wait with her until then. Then Iâll say my goodbyes and return to the stadium. You?â
âI should get back there,â he decided. âIâve been gone for too long.â
She nodded in agreement. âYeah.â
Chan-young gave a final look back at where you sat now with both your knees bent and your face buried in your arms. âSend them my regards, both of them,â he told her and she nodded up at him. âIâll see you at camp.â
With a moment of hesitation, he turned in the direction of the stairs and started walking toward them.Â
It had been a couple of hours since Hyun-su fell asleep. Eun-yu had dozed off about an hour ago but you couldnât bring yourself to shut your eyes for too long. So you sat there, your eyes staring off into the distance, unfocused and blurred. It wasnât until the sun started to set, the light shining through the blinds of the windows and casting a golden orange glow onto the tile floor that you snapped out of your daze. Carefully bringing yourself to a standing position, you turned around, opened the door, and walked through. Your eyes immediately went to where Hyun-su was previously lying down, but when you didnât find him there, you panicked. Raising your eyes, you let out a breath of relief when you saw him sitting on the bed next to the windows, leaning back on his right arm and swaying slightly.Â
âHyun-su?â You asked softly but received no response. Walking closer, you saw his eyes were closed as he continued to sway. It seemed like he was barely conscious and his body kept falling right before he caught it, over and over again. Reaching the point that you were standing right in front of him, you reached up to place your hand on his right cheek, a feeling he immediately leaned into. âOh, lovely,â you whispered. âLetâs get you back to bed.â
About to pull your hand away from his cheek to clear the pillows and blankets piled on the bed behind him, you stopped when his left hand shot up and grabbed onto your wrist, keeping you in place. Confused and concerned, you brought your other hand up to hold his other cheek. âHyun-su?â You asked. âAre you okay?â
He slowly opened his eyes and you gasped once you saw them.Â
Youâd only seen him like this once before and it was after he protected you from a particularly strong monster. Halfway through the battle, all of his mannerisms changed and he moved completely differently. It wasnât until the monster ran away, Hyun-su covered in its blood yet not a scratch on him, that you saw his eyes.Â
You werenât scared. You could never be scared.Â
Not of him.Â
Never of him.Â
But it did surprise you.Â
After he returned to his normal self, he told you about how he tried to never go into that state of being because he wasnât in full control. Despite the honest way you told him he would never hurt you and that you trusted him, he still kept the monster side of him tucked away as much as possible.Â
It seemed that wasnât the case right now, though.Â
âWhy are you here?â You whispered to him, your voice not at all accusing or scared, not even a little bit tentative.Â
âYou donât want me here?â He questioned. It was so strange to see Hyun-suâs body and hear Hyun-suâs voice but know it wasnât him, at least not completely.Â
âI didnât say that,â you told him, your eyes lightly scolding him in a way that made his lips quirk. âI just asked why you were here. Is heâŠâ you hesitated, still unsure of how to fully phrase questions when he was in this state. âAre you okay?â
âHeâs hurt. Let him rest for a bit,â he explained as he leaned more into your palm. His grip on your wrist hadnât been all too tight to begin with but it still softened to a loose hold as he kept eye contact with you.Â
You nodded at his words, brushing your thumb along his cheekbone and your lips curving into a subtle smile when his eyes closed contently. âIs that why youâre here?â You whispered, not wanting to break the calm atmosphere. His eyes opened again and he stared at you. âTo help him with the pain?â He nodded and you sighed. It wasnât the physical pain on his body either of you meant, and you both knew that. The pain of losing Yi-kyung, and then losing her again at his own hands was too much for him. It most certainly would have been too much for you, so you couldnât blame him. Not that you would have anyway.
He tightened the grip he had on your wrist and gently brought it away from his cheek before releasing it completely. He turned his head to look forward in the mirror in front of him and used the hand once holding your wrist to move the collar of his shredded jacket away from his shoulder. You winced as you saw the wounded skin there, bringing a hand up to do something but hesitating. Instead, you looked around the room before your eyes lit up as you found what you were looking for. You released his face from the hand still holding his cheek and turned around, taking a step forward with your good foot. He leaned forward, leaning off his right hand and using it to grab ahold of your wrist. You looked back at him.Â
âStay,â he said simply and you smiled.
âIâm not going far.â
He held onto your wrist for a while longer before softly sliding it down to the tips of your fingers and slowly releasing you, all the while keeping eye contact. You felt the heat rising to your cheeks and turned before he could tell how flustered you were at the simple action. Taking another step, you tried to hide the limp in your walk and mask the pain on your face as you grabbed the materials and returned to where he was seated. Setting the medical supplies down next to him, you reached for the pillow behind him and took off the pillowcase surrounding it. Grabbing the mostly empty bottle of rubbing alcohol, you poured some onto the pillowcase before using one hand to pull the collar away to reveal the dirty wound underneath.Â
You raised your gaze to his eyes only to find them already looking back at you. âThisâll probably sting,â you told him sorrowfully. You waited a moment for him to acknowledge your words but he just continued to stare at you with a blank, yet almost soft, look. You used your other hand to hold the alcohol-soaked pillowcase and bring it up to his wound where you carefully started dabbing away the blood and dirt. Looking over at him every few seconds to see if he was in pain, you found none each time whilst he didnât take his eyes off you. Once the blood was cleared away and the pillowcase was thoroughly stained, it was clear to see the wound was much smaller and less serious than it originally seemed. A fact that made you sigh in relief. Â
Before you could reach for the bandages to cover his wound with, Hyun-su grabbed your waist and pulled you to stand in between his legs.Â
âWha-?â You started to question but stopped when his arms wrapped around your waist in a hug. His head turned to the side and he rested it against your stomach. It didnât take long for you to return the hug, albeit a little confused and startled.Â
âYou know I love you, right?â
The sentence sounded slightly muffled, and you werenât sure which version of Hyun-su was speaking, but regardless, you answered, âI know.â
His arms tightened around you, a comforting and promising squeeze. âAnd you know Iâm never letting you go again,â he paused, turning to look up at you. It was both a surprise and yet not when you saw one of his eyes was still the bright blue he had in his monster form, but the other had returned to his natural brown. âRight?â
You placed your hands on his cheeks, leaning down to leave a tender kiss on his forehead.Â
âI know.â
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චJOIN GAME?
twenty-nine. oikawa drip at the function
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SYNOPSIS. not everyone is good at playing obbyâs on roblox, and youâre no exception to this rule: after a particularly nasty encounter with another player on robloxâs altitorture, you log into twitter only to find out that the very same player who publicly dunked on your gaming skills turns out to be anton lee, a well-known streamer who also happens to be a friend of a friend. fed up with his fans bombarding your dms with teasing remarks or jealous musings, you decide to end it once and for all by appearing on his next stream with a promise to get through an obby successfully. however, you realize that the only thing youâll be successful at is falling for anton lee instead.
AUTHORâS NOTE. no update tomorrow probably since iâll be busy writing the written chapter đż sorry guys
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perv!anton
cw nsfw under cut, perv!anton, bffroommate!anton, female reader, dubcon, somnophilia but not really, masturbation (male and female)
perv!anton who accidentally walks into you changing from your swimsuit and sees you in a whole other light.
perv!anton who canât help but feel guilty when he wakes up the next day with dry come in his boxers and memories of a dream involving you.
perv!anton tries to push the thoughts away, but youâre so comfortable with him that you change in front of him, and he pops a boner every fucking time.
perv!anton finds that anything you do will turn him on. youâre bending down? boner. you bite your lip? boner. you move hair out of your face? boner. more than often, he has to go to the bathroom to jerk off.
it only gets worse when anton hears you morning from his room next door, and he canât help but sneak a hand under his sweats and boxers, gripping his hardening cock as you moan and whine. itâs almost like you want him to hear. and he takes that as the go ahead, freeing his hard cock from his pants.
the next day, anton is doing the laundry and he spots your panties on the top of your basket. soiled panties, just laying there like you want him to see them, too. heâs quick to pocket them and go back to doing laundry. and if he brings them up to his face to smell and maybe get a taste of, thatâs nobodyâs business but his own (and technically yours).
now that heâs smelled and tasted you, he know he has to have more. he needs it. he goes from jerking off with your panties around his dick to watching you grind on a pillow from behind your cracked open door.
antonâs stroking his cock through his sweats, pre-cum leaking from his tip and onto his sweats, wet spots decorating the front. he watches you whimper, throwing your head back as you grind harder onto the pillow, letting out little gasps. his breath is heavy as he strokes to the same pace as you, blinking back frustrated tears from only being able to enjoy his hand.
your moans grow more frantic and loud, one of your hands covering your mouth, hips stuttering as you came with a muffled moan of, âanton!â and anton came into his pants a second later, not even realizing you said his name until he was back in his room and heard the shower start. he wonders if youâre going to use your hand again in there like he is now.
now knowing that you want him, too, or at least though of him, it was easier for anton to be less subtle with his reactions and advances. he no longer hides his boner, hoping youâd notice and make the first move. he says thinly veiled lewd comments, curiously pressing into your sex life. and itâs like a bulb goes off in his head when you mention a fantasy of yoursâ being fucked awake.
he canât believe he actually goes through with his plan later that night when he knows youâre deep asleep. he sneaks in your room, already sporting a hard on from his daydreaming. itâs just his luck that you must be having a wet dream âcause youâre grinding your hips up into the air, quiet whines leaving your mouth. his mouth salivates as he slips a hand up your shorts, hand coming in contact with your bare, wet pussy.
his fingers slide in so easily, he just knows his cock will, too. he slides the covers back, slipping your shorts to the side and moving the head of his dick through your slit to collect your juices. heâs biting down on his bottom lip to contain his moans as he slowly guides himself into you, hand braced over your head on the bed.
once heâs fully in, he doesnât even pretend to feel anxious and guiltyâ he wants you to catch him. âcause he knows you want him, too. and his suspicions are only confirmed when you wake up after a sharp thrust in what must be your soft, spongy spot. instead of pushing him away, you pull his body down on yours, almost making him crush you in order to get him as deep inside you as you wanted.
your fingers curl around his hair and tug, whispering against his lips, âi knew you were a perv.â
#cw dubcon#anton.txt#riize.txt#anton smut#riize hard thoughts#riize hard hours#riize smut#riize imagines#lee chanyoung#lee anton#riize x reader#anton x reader#kpop smut
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Overbooked
group: riize
pair: anton x fem!reader
genre: forced proximity, fluff, suggestive
word count: 4.3k
content: coarse language, kissing, nsfw implications
a/n: the way I've been in such an Anton mood recently is insane
âUhhhâŠwho'd you say booked this room for us..?â Anton questioned, his voice cracking slightly.
âSeunghan, why, what's wrong?â You stood on your tiptoes, his 6 foot height blocking you from peaking into the room.
âFucking SeunghanâŠâ he mumbled under his breath. Letting out a shaky breath, he took a few more steps into the room, allowing you to squeeze through the doorway past him.
Your eyes roamed the pristine hotel room, grazing the lush grey carpeting, the silky white curtains, and the wide screen TV mounted on the wall. It was a very elegant room, and you thanked Seunghan in your head for getting it for youâŠthat was until your gaze landed on the lone king sized bed against the left wall, wrapped cleanly in white silk sheets and decorated with plush pillows and two towels sat at the end of it.
âOhâŠâ You cautiously glanced up at him, his head turned towards the wall with only his bright red pierced ears peeking through his hair as a hint to the thoughts running through his mind.
You placed a soft hand on his arm, to which he trembled almost unnoticeably. âHey, it's fine. I can sleep on the floor.â You reassured him. He whipped his head around, revealing that the red from his ears had spread to his cheeks too.
âN-no! I'll sleep on the floor, it's alright!â The determined look on his face told you that he wasn't backing down from this and that there was no point in arguing. You smiled softly at him, warmed by his charming sweetness and slight stubbornness.
âThank youâŠAntonâŠâ His pupils dilated and you watched as the splotchy red on his cheeks spread to the rest of his face and his lips parted, taking in a quick and sharp breath of air. Suddenly he spun around, stomping towards the bed and landing face down onto the soft and sweet smelling sheets. You hurried over to him, concerned, and reached him just in time to hear a muffled â...when I catch you, SeunghanâŠâ
After you two got settled in, kicking your shoes off, placing your bags in the corner of the room and plugging your phones in to charge on either side of the bed, he picked up one of the towels folded neatly on the end. He looked up at you as you melted into a large cushioned chair next to the bed, his complexion back to its regular pinkish olive colour. âI'll go shower really quick, âkay?â The sun had begun to set, casting an orange light across the room and prompting you two to start getting ready for bed.
âOkayyy.â You smiled happily at him and heard him gasp lightly again before he quickly disappeared into the bathroom.
The sound of the running water thrummed again your ears as you closed your eyes and settled further into the chair, noticing just how soft it really was. Without even realising, you drifted off, the noise of the shower and the comfort of the chair lulling you to sleep.
Your consciousness slowly drifted back to you as you felt a gentle poke to your cheek, your eyes fluttering open and meeting a very familiar face. His wet bangs brushed gently against your forehead and his round doe eyes went wide as he processed you looking at him. He somehow ended up with his back against the wall on the other side of the room within a second, his forehead all the way down to his neck flushed a deep red. âI-I didn't, I mean-â
You took in the sight of him, damp hair, plain grey shirt drizzled with wet spots from where water droplets fell from his hair, black sweatpants emphasising his long legs. And on top of all of that he was blushing. Hard. You couldn't deny how charming he looked in this moment.
You spoke up, ignoring the obvious heat creeping up the back of your neck and up to your ears, âI-I should shower nowâŠâ
You picked up the other towel, and some pyjamas you'd folded next to it, and rushed to the bathroom, heat overtaking your face. As you passed him, you could've sworn you could hear his heartbeat, fast and hard against his chest.
Locking yourself away in the bathroom, you gazed at yourself in the fogged up mirror. From the sight of your whole face, a deep crimson colour, you could tell the heat covering your body was not from the humidity in the small bathroom.
The shower passed by in a daze. You couldn't believe how many times your brain replayed the scene of waking up to Anton's face so deathly close to yours. Close enough that his freshly washed bangs left a streak of water on your forehead. Close enough that you could feel his breath. Close enough that you could've kisâ
Your hairbrush fell to the floor with a clang, startling you out of your thoughts. You met your own wide eyes in the mirror as his muffled voice coming from outside the door filled your ear. âYou okay?â
âY-yeahâŠyeah, fineâŠâ You responded, bending down to pick yourself hairbrush back up, a slight uncertainty in your voice.
âBe careful, please.â His soft, concerned voice filtering through the door stuck a needle in your heart and you placed the brush onto the vanity with a sigh.
You rushed through your routine, washing and moisturising your face, scrunching your hair with the towel to dry it as much as you could, and slipping into your pyjamas. Cautiously, you opened the door to the bathroom and stepped out, taking in the room now with the blinds closed and the lamps on each bedside table filling the room with warm yellow light. Anton was seated back in the chair you previously slept in, bringing the image of his face so close to yours back into your mind once again.
You took a step forward and the floorboard creaked under you, catching his attention and causing him to look up from his phone. Instantly, he froze. There was no way he was hiding the almost neon red that covered his face within a second of seeing you. Your damp hair, you draped in a shirt a little too big for you, your shorts barely peeking out from under it. The cold wetness of your hair against the back of your neck contrasted the warmth of your skin as you tried to push down the hard thrumming of your heart.
You walked forward, watching as his adams apple bobbed nervously and his eyes traced over your figure as if he was in a daze. You made your way to your bag, tucking your previously worn clothes into it, desperately trying to ignore the heat radiating from your cheeks. You didn't understand why you suddenly felt this way, why the unfinished fantasy of what Anton could've done that close to your face wouldn't leave your mind.
You slipped between the cold silk sheets as you watched Anton meticulously set up a âbedâ on the floor next to you with an extra sheet he found. The pitiful set up had you feeling guilty for making him do this, and a subtle thought poked at your brain, a thought that made your cheeks flare up again for the 20th time that night. âH-hey Anton, maybe I should-â
âNo. It's fine. You stay there.â He reassured as he slipped between the thin sheet, barely separating him from the hard ground beneath him. He turned off the lamp on his side and you turned off the other one in response, leaving the room dark and silent. The only thing that broke through the silence was the sound of his soft breathing, somehow loud in your right ear as you stared up at the ceiling. The sound of your heartbeat joined not long after, rippling through your body and keeping you from drifting off to sleep. Minutes passed, though you couldnât tell how many.
âA-AntonâŠ?â You stuttered softly, to which he responded with a low groan, ringing through your ear and bringing heat to your cheeks. â...are you awakeâŠ?â You heard him chuckle lightly.
âOf course,â the sound of rustling fabric came from your right side and you just knew he was shifting around to face your direction, âwhy, what's up?â
âIt's justâŠit can't be comfortable down thereâŠâ Your voice was laced with guilt as you spoke.
âHey. I'm not making you sleep on the floorâŠokay?â His concern made your heart flutter in a way you hadn't felt before.
There was silence for a moment and you took a deep breath before speaking again. âWell what ifâŠâ you heard his breathing slow to a stop, as if he was holding his breath and waiting for you to continue. âWhat ifâŠwe both sleepâŠin the bedâŠâ
The familiar sound of a sharp breath in, followed by silence. The silence continued to stretch out with no sign from Anton that he was going to respond. Had he fallen asleep?
You quickly turned over and flicked the lamp on, letting your gaze land on where you knew he was laying on the floor. His long figure, outlined by the thin sheet draped over him, was laid flat on his back, his hands completely covering his face. His ears were once again giving away his true feelings, bright red behind his long black hair. As if it was contagious, your own ears heated up along with your cheeks. â...A-Anton..?â His breath caught in his throat and you watched as he parted his fingers, peeking up at you.
In a weak and almost inaudible voice, he spoke, âAre you seriousâŠ?â
You nodded gently, biting the inside of your lip. He covered his eyes again and rolled over, turning his back to you as he mumbled, the only words you were able to pick up being â...fuckâŠSeunghan, whyâŠshe's soâŠâ
He suddenly sat up with a strained sigh, propping himself up with one of his hands and the other still covering his face. With a better view of his features, you could now see the very familiar sight of him blushing bright red. âAn-â
â...fuck it.â He picked himself up off of the ground and turned to face you, his eyes looking anywhere but at you. âScoot overâŠâ A wide smile overtook your features and you quickly shimmied to the other side of the bed, giving him space to crawl in with you. His slightly shaky hand pulled the covers back and he hesitantly layed down, as if afraid that making contact with the clean sheets would dirty them somehow. He laid awkwardly staring at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. You turned over to lean on your side, looking towards him.
âAntonâŠ?â You spoke suddenly, making him flinch.
âUh- huh?â His throat sounded dry and his gaze didn't move from a single spot on the ceiling.
âCan youâŠturn the lamp off?â There was a soft smile on your face, like you were enjoying seeing him so anxious and flustered. Despite that, your heart was still pounding harder than you've ever felt and your whole body burned like you had a fever.
âO-ohâŠâ his voice cracked and he quickly reached his long arm behind him and flicked off the lamp, leaving the room in total darkness once again.
The air around you felt heavy with tension as you both laid there in the darkness. It was just like before, the only sound making its way to your ears being his breathing, only this time it was much closer and faster.
You don't know what prompted you to do it, but you extended your right arm out, your knuckles brushing against his arm lightly and making him twitch. His breathing caught in his throat and the silence that flooded the room made the tension all the more dense and palpable. You trailed the tip of your finger down his arm until you felt the veins on the back of his hand and you swore that you could hear his heart pounding against his ribs. Heat sat overwhelmingly on your cheeks as your fingers clamoured against his hand, intertwining themselves with his. His hand was much larger than yours, fitting with his height but not the soft and introverted personality he presented. He hesitated, his fingers sitting limply between yours, but after a few moments his hand tightened and embraced yours, the sound of his heartbeat only becoming louder.
You could've cut the tension in the room with a knife as you two laid hand in hand in silence, your hearts beating in sync.
Him accepting your hand hold made you bolder and the darkness in the room that obscured you two from seeing each other encouraged your confidence. Slowly, you scooted closer to him, as if afraid to startle him away. He took a breath in, as if he was able to feel your warmth get stronger.
âY/nâŠâ His voice was soft and deep like usual, although there was a slight strain to it, like he was holding something back. You turned your head, eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, to see him lying on his side, his head resting on the pillow. His eyes looked at you with emotion you've never seen before, emotion that overwhelmed you and forced the butterflies in your stomach to go wild.
He brought your hand that he was holding up to his lips, pressing them against the back of your hand so softly and your flustered brain struggled to comprehend where he got this boldness from. âAntonâŠâ Your voice was weak and breathy, staring back into his siren-like gaze as he held his lips to your hand.
His lips disconnected from your skin with a subtle wet smack and he spoke, his voice rough and quiet. âI'm glad it's so dark in here right nowâŠI'm sure my face is burning upâŠâ
âYouââ your trembling voice was cut off by his hand letting go of yours and moving to rest on your waist. His strong hand grasped your hip before pulling you closer to him, your hands coming to rest against his chest. You looked up at him with a shine in your eyes, just shocked by his actions. He sighed softly before chuckling to himself.
âY'know, Seunghan definitely did this on purpose.â His eyes stared deeply into yours as you processed his words.
âH-huhâŠ?â
âBooking us a room with one bed? Totally on purpose.â His pinky finger fidgeted with the fabric of your shirt, pulling and twisting it with obvious nervousness.
He leaned his forehead against yours as his gaze stayed locked on your eyes, your breath catching in your throat.
He muttered something so quietly that the only reason you were able to pick it up was because of his proximity and the deathly silence that occupied the rest of the room. â...Should never have told him I like youâŠâ
Suddenly every thought in your head came to a halt as his words played over and over again in your mind. It was as if you were forced onto a treadmill, your heart rate rising like crazy and your breathing heavy.
âY-youâŠâ
He sighed, closing his eyes and nuzzling against your forehead slightly. After a moment of hesitation, he confirmed your uncertainty. â...YupâŠâ His voice cracked slightly and you heard him swallow anxiously as he opened his eyes to gaze at you again. He chuckled awkwardly to himself, âIt's a little obviousâŠâ
You struggled to speak, your throat dry with nerves, but you managed to get just his name out in a slightly scratchy, whiny tone. âAntonâŠâ You watched a shiver run through him as the breath that uttered his name hit his lips. His eyes dropped to your lips and his breathing slowed. The moment seemed to last for hours, despite it only being a few seconds before he met your gaze again.
âY/nâŠâ his voice, barely above a whisper at this point, speaking your name like that made you let out a soft gasp for air, like you were drowning. âCan IâŠ?â His eyes gestured down at your lips again and when they flew back up to meet yours they were glossy and full of emotion, almost pleading.
Your lips were parted, trying to take in as much air as you could to fuel your rapidly beating heart. His implication muddled your thoughts and you felt as if you were free-falling. You squeezed your eyes shut before taking that final leap and nodding, giving him the reassurance and consent he needed to do something he'd waited so long to do.
His hand on your waist slid up slowly, his fingertips trailing along your arm and coming to rest on your cheek. You could feel his hand trembling.
Almost in slow motion, he closed the gap between you and him, his soft pillowy first only grazing yours and you found yourself fighting a full-body shiver. His breath was hot, almost unbearably so as it covered your lips.
He was hesitating, refusing to finish closing the gap, making you restless.
âAn-â With that your mouth was sealed, your words swallowed by the sudden push of his lips to yours. An inaudible squeak pushed up through your throat, drowned out by the soft wet sounds of his lips pressing repeatedly to yours.
He was desperate, much more than you'd expected. It was obvious now that this was something he's wanted to do for a very long time.
His breathing turned to panting as his fingers tightened against your cheek.
âAn-mm-â
He used his other arm to prop himself up, putting him in a position where he was leaning over you, his lips still relentless in stealing air from your lungs. His bangs fell against your forehead, light and fluffy from his shower earlier that night, making an obvious shiver run through you.
What you didn't expect was his response to that shiver, a melodic hum from deep in his throat that made you see stars.
His hand trailed back down to your waist, gripping and bunching your shirt in his fist as he tilted his head for a better angle. You gasped for breath against his lips, overwhelmed with the sudden passion he'd drowned you in, but he only submerges you further when he takes the opportunity to flick his tongue against your bottom lip. You gasped, this time with shock and you didn't even notice your hand pushing against his chest, prying his lips from yours.
For a moment, you two just looked at each other's faces, his bright red even in the dark room, his lips parted as he breathed heavily, and his eyelids sitting half-closed. The light coating of saliva on his lips made your head heat up even more and you licked your own unconsciously, making his eyes immediately dart back down to stare at them.
âY/nâŠâ his voice was raspy and deep, making you squeak with surprise. His hand tightened on your waist and your breath only sped up, anticipating his next words. âI thinkâŠI needâŠto sleep on the floorâŠ.â Your eyes shot open at his unexpected words, words that came out through heavy breaths and you were surprised at how he was still out of breath.
âA-Ant-â
âI don't want to stopâŠâ He whispered, almost inaudibly, and it was only now you noticed the look of lust in his eyes. âSoâŠI need to sleep on the floorâŠâ
You sat stunned as he pried himself off of you and made his way back to the makeshift bed on the floor. You couldn't even utter a single word, the memory of the way he was looking down at you, almost like a wild animal that hadn't eaten in days, burned into your mind. What surprised you most, though, was the way your heart fluttered and your stomach turned at the sight.
âA-are you sure?â You managed to stutter out, lifting yourself up to look at him, only for your gaze to meet his broad back. He stayed silent, the audible rapid beat of his heart giving you enough of an answer. You laid back down, your face going red with embarrassment at the thought that you were slightly disappointed.
Safe to say you didn't get a wink of sleep that night, fully awake to welcome the first chirps of the birds outside and the orange light of the sunrise streaming through the blinds. You didn't even spare a glance for Anton as you packed up your individual belongings and cleaned the room, a slave to the way your heart threatened to burst from your chest at the slightest glance of his messy bed hair or busy hands making the bed and gathering his things.
You both made your way out of the room, bags slung over your backs, walking an awkward distance apart from each other as you struggled to keep a blush from overtaking your face. Even his finger pressing the button for the elevator was too much for you, keeping your eyes glued to the floor until you heard the ding signalling the arrival of the elevator. You stepped into the elevator cautiously, your mind swimming at the realisation that you'd be in this small space with just him, if even for a few moments, being too much for you.
The subtle rumbling of the elevator as it travelled floor to floor filled your ears and you could feel heat on the back of your neck from the now close proximity of him.
You were quickly pulled from your chaotic train of thought by the elevator suddenly coming to a stop. Your eyes darted up to the screen above the buttons reading â5â when it should say âGâ.
âW-what happenedâŠ?â You stuttered out, still unable to bring yourself to look at him. Although, it was a pointless endeavour, as he suddenly invaded your vision, stepping in front of you to spam the button that opens the door. Unsurprisingly, the doors didn't respond, and it seemed you were completely stuck.
âGreatâŠâ he sighed, leaning back against the wall and sliding down. For the first time all morning, you were able to look directly at him, your worry taking over all other emotions. You carefully sat down next to him, ignoring the beat of your heart as you peered into his face.
âW-whatâŠdo we doâŠ?â You questioned, a slight shake in your voice.
He sighed before leaning his cheek against his knees, looking at you softly.
âThere isn't much we can do except sit here and wait for someone to show up and help us.â His soft gaze brought a subtle heat to your cheeks and you questioned how it took you so long to realise you liked him. Suddenly, another realisation hit you like a lightning bolt.
â...Should never have told him I like youâŠâ
His words replayed in your mind. He likes youâŠand you like himâŠ
Your face flared up, something he definitely noticed as his eyes got slightly wider.
âA-are you okayâŠ?â he questioned anxiously, âclaustrophobicâŠ?â
You shook your head slowly, swallowing your nerves. Taking a deep breath in, you finally spoke what was on your mind.
âSoâŠyou like me?â
His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open as a pink tint crept onto his face. You gave him a moment to gather himself and he plucked his head from his knees, staring straight ahead for a moment before nodding softly.
Your heart raced as you prepared to confess your feelings to him as well.
âI think I-â
âI'm so sorry.â He hurriedly spat out, leaving you dazed.
âF-for what?â You spoke with a hint of confusion.
â...Kissing youâŠâ He hung his head, as if ashamed.
âHey, it's okay, you asked and I said yes.â You explained, kneeling to face him. He took in a breath before continuing.
âB-but I got carried away, and you don't even like me like that, and-â
You grasped his face, turning his head towards you to look directly into his glossy eyes.
âHeyâŠwho said I didn't like youâŠâ You said the words with as much composure as you could muster, but the radiating heat in your skin gave away your true feelings. His expression froze in one of shock and you could feel his warm skin under your fingers grow warmer. After a few moments you felt his fingers creep up onto your cheeks, cradling your face.
âCan-â
âPlease.â
Without another second of hesitation, he pressed the softest and sweetest kiss to your lips, much different from the passion of last night. You wanted time to freeze in this moment, but the kiss was already over as quickly as it started. You were still steeped in a pool of heat when he spoke again.
â-end?â
âH-huhâŠ?â Your eyes refocused on his, serious and determined.
â...Will you be my girlfriendâŠ?â He repeated, making your heart skip and a wide smile stretched across your face before you even realised. You could only nod before he quickly pulled you into his arms, burying his head into your neck. You giggled as his nose and lips tickled tickled your skin and your heart raced with love and joy.
You both flinched as the elevator suddenly started moving again, the screen finally flicking from â5â to â4â and continuing to go down. You buried your hand in his soft head of hair, chuckling.
âIt's like it was waiting for us to sort everything out.â You felt him smile against your skin, making your heart flutter in your chest. He breathed out, his warm breath spreading across the skin of your neck.
âAnd I suppose I actually need to thank SeunghanâŠâ He mumbled, earning another giggle from you.
âY'know we're not getting away from this whole thing without a lot of gloating and teasing, right?â
He sighed, finally pulling back from you and looking into your eyes, a wide smile stretching across his cheeks.
He ran a thumb along your cheek gently.
âIt's worth itâŠâ
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my universe | lee anton
ⶠđ đąđđđđđŠ: if anyone were to ask your husband what matters most to him heâd undoubtedly respond with, âmy family.â you and your three children, soon to be four, are his whole universe.
â„ đđđđđđđ: husband!anton x f!reader
â„ đđđđđ: slice of life au
â„ đ€đđđ đđđąđđĄ: 4.7k
ⶠđ€đđđđđđđ : screaming kids, tantrums, mentions of pregnancy, protective anton, fear of water, accidental hitting, you and anton shower together, overall just cute family time hehe :)
†đ/n: want anton to father my kids đ«š
"Mama, up!"
You glance down at your youngest, his small arms reaching up towards you from the floor as you hover over the stove, carefully tending to breakfast for your bustling household. His sleepy eyes and rumpled pajamas tug at your heart, but you know you have to keep moving.
"Just a little longer, sweetheart," you say gently. "Mama's making breakfast."
But your explanation does little to soothe him, and his pout quickly turns into a full-blown tantrum. He wails, stomping his little feet in frustration, the noise echoing through the kitchen. Before you can intervene, Anton's calm, firm voice cuts through the chaos.
"Buddy, come here."
Your son turns, still sniffling, and runs into Anton's waiting arms. Anton scoops him up effortlessly, his voice soothing as he explains, "Mama's making breakfast. She can't pick you up right now, okay?"
Your son, now snuggled against Anton's shoulder, seems to understand. He buries his face into his father's neck, his cries subsiding as sleep overtakes him once more.
Just then, the twins burst into the kitchen, their energy filling the room as they dart around. The two children create a whirlwind of laughter and shouts, making it almost impossible for you to continue cooking. Your son stirs and starts to cry again, overwhelmed by the sudden noise.
"Hey, hey, calm down, everyone," Anton says, his voice authoritative yet kind. "No running around in the kitchen. Go wait in the living room until breakfast is ready."
The twins, recognizing the seriousness in their father's tone, grab each other's hands and run out, still bubbling with excitement but now more contained. You sigh in relief, though your son's cries continue, his small body writhing in Anton's arms.
"Here, let me take him," you offer, stepping towards Anton.
But Anton shakes his head, his eyes gentle but firm. "No, love. I don't want you carrying him. Remember, you're pregnant."
You roll your eyes slightly but smile, appreciating his concern. "I'm fine, Anton. I can handle it."
"I know you can," he says, brushing a stray braid from your face. "But I'd feel better if you didn't pick him up for a while."
You relent, understanding his worry, and return to cutting up the fruit, grateful for his support. Anton sways gently, soothing your son until his cries turn to soft snores. Just then, your mother-in-law descends the stairs, her presence warm and reassuring.
"Good morning," she greets, taking her grandson from Anton with practiced ease. "I'll take this little one."
"Thanks, Mom," Anton says, his hands now free to help you finish breakfast. He moves to your side, starting to plate the food with efficiency born of practice.
The sound of breakfast preparations and the occasional clatter of dishes fills the kitchen. You and Anton work in a seamless rhythm, a testament to the years of shared mornings and teamwork. As you place the final touches on the plates, Anton calls out, "Okay, breakfast is ready!"
The children come running back, their excitement renewed. As they crowd around the table, the twins start to bicker over who gets to sit next to their dad, their voices rising in discord.
"Girls, you can share the chair," you interject, cutting off the argument before it can escalate. "No more fighting, okay?"
They nod, clambering onto the same chair, their brief squabble forgotten in the excitement of breakfast. As they dig into their plates, the sound of footsteps inform of the arrival of Anton's father.
"Grandpa!" The chorus of excited voices fills the room as the kids rush to him, wrapping their arms around his legs. Even your youngest joins in, having wriggled free from his grandmother's grasp.
He chuckles, bending down to tickle them. "Alright, alright, let's finish breakfast first," he says, his eyes twinkling with affection.
Anton hands you a cup of tea, his eyes meeting yours with a loving smile. "Good morning, Dad," he says, taking a sip of his own coffee.
"Good morning," his father replies, settling into a chair with a contented sigh, watching the lively scene before him.
You take a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace amidst the chaos. Anton often tells you that your family is his whole universe, and in moments like these, it's easy to see why.
As breakfast progresses, the noise level rises again, though this time itâs filled with the happy chatter of children and the clink of utensils. Your mother-in-law, having settled your youngest comfortably on her lap, joins in the conversation, sharing a story from Antonâs childhood that has everyone laughing.
"Did you know," she says, "when your dad was your age," she points at one of the twins, "he used to run around the kitchen with his brother just like you, driving me up the wall!"
Anton shakes his head, grinning. "And now it's come full circle. Thanks for that, Mom."
The twins giggle, and you see them exchanging looks that promise future mischief.
As you move to enter the kitchen, Anton stands and follows you, placing a gentle hand on your back. "Need a hand?" he asks.
"Just need some water," you reply with a smile.
He obliges, pouring a glass of water for you before topping off his own cup with some more coffee. "You know," he says quietly, "I think we should tell everyone soon. About the baby."
You nod, looking through the kitchen entryway at the gathered family, feeling a wave of warmth and gratitude. "Yeah, soon. But not just yet. Let's keep this little secret between us for a bit longer."
Anton agrees, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "I can't wait to meet this one."
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As breakfast winds down, Antonâs father stands up, signaling the end of the meal. "Alright, girls," he says, clapping his hands. "Whoâs up for a game outside?"
A chorus of cheers follows, and the twins scramble to clean up their plates, eager for the next adventure. Anton helps you clear the table, his hand occasionally brushing yours, a silent reminder of his love and support.
Your mother-in-law, still holding your youngest, stands and stretches. "I'll take him for a little walk in the garden," she says. "Give you two a bit of a break."
"Thanks, Mom," you say, truly grateful.
As the children spill outside, their laughter echoing back into the house, you and Anton share a quiet moment in the now peaceful kitchen. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.
"You know," he murmurs, "I wouldn't trade this for anything."
You rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "Neither would I."
Anton and you retreat to the kitchen, the comforting sounds of family now a backdrop to your conversation. Together, you start washing the dishes, working side by side. Anton takes up the sponge, scrubbing at a stubborn spot on a plate, while you rinse and stack the clean dishes.
âRemember when we first found out we were having the twins?â you say, smiling at the memory.
Anton chuckles, his eyes warm with nostalgia. âHow could I forget? We were both in shock. Two babies at once.â
You nod, laughing softly. âI thought weâd never sleep again.â
âAnd we didnât, for a while,â Anton replies, shaking his head. âBut look at them now. Theyâre growing up so fast.â
You both pause, gazing out the window above the kitchen sink. The large yard, a non-negotiable for both of you when buying this house, stretches out in front of you. The twins run around with their grandpa, their laughter ringing through the air, while your son clings tightly to his grandmotherâs hand, exploring the garden.
âIâm so glad we insisted on a big yard,â you say, watching the children play. âI wanted them to have the space to explore, to grow up with nature. Not glued to screens all the time.â
Anton nods, his arm brushing yours as he hands you another plate. âTheyâre having the kind of childhood we always dreamed of for them.â
You turn to look at your husband, your heart swelling with love and gratitude. âOur son looks just like you, you know. Acts like you too. Itâs like having a little Anton running around.â
Anton smiles, a tender look in his eyes. âAnd the twins are all you. Theyâve got your energy.â
As you share this quiet moment, your oldest twin comes barreling into the kitchen, her voice high with excitement. âBeach! Daddy, Mommy, beach!â
Antonâs father follows her in, looking a bit sheepish. âSorry about that. I told them about how much you and your brother loved swimming in the ocean when you were their age. They got a bit obsessed with the idea.â
You and Anton laugh, your kidsâ enthusiasm infectious. The twins cling to your legs, their faces pleading as they beg to go.
âPlease, Mommy! Please, Daddy!â they chant, their eyes wide with anticipation.
Anton glances at you, then back at the kids, a smile spreading across his face. âWell, it is nice out. How about a family outing to the beach?â
The twins squeal in delight, racing off to their shared room to pick out their outfits. You chuckle, shaking your head at their energy.
âLooks like weâre going to the beach,â you say, leaning into Anton.
He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. âMhhmm, excited to teach Chanwoo how to swim.â
With the dishes done, you start gathering the necessary items for a beach trip. Towels, sunscreen, snacks â everything youâll need for a day of fun in the sun. The twins reappear, dressed in their swimsuits and hats, bouncing with excitement.
âReady, ready, ready!â they chant, unable to contain their enthusiasm.
Your mother-in-law comes in, your son still in her arms. âLooks like weâre all set. This little one is ready for his first beach day too.â
You take a moment to look around at your family, feeling a profound sense of happiness and fulfillment. Anton catches your eye, and you share a smile, knowing that these are the moments that he appreciates most.
As you all pile into the car, the kids chatter excitedly about the waves, the sand, and the fun theyâre going to have. Anton starts the engine, and you lean back in your seat, hand resting on your slowly growing belly. Anton's parents follow in their own car, ready to join the beach adventure.
The twins, Yechan and Chanmi, start firing off questions as soon as you hit the road. "Mommy, how big are the waves?" Yechan asks, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"And will we see dolphins?" Chanmi adds, bouncing in her seat.
"The waves can be pretty big, but we'll stay where it's safe for you to play," you reassure them. "And maybe, if we're lucky, we might see some dolphins."
Your son, clutching his favorite stuffed animal, pipes up. "Mama, what about cwabs?" He tries to say 'crabs' but stumbles over the word, making you smile.
"Crabs, sweetheart," Anton corrects gently. "Can you say 'crabs'?"
"Cwabs," your son tries again, furrowing his little brow.
"Crabs," Anton repeats, and the twins join in, encouraging their brother.
"Crabs, crabs, crabs!" they chant, giggling.
Your son concentrates hard, then finally says, "Crabs!"
"Yay!" The twins cheer, giving him high fives, which makes him giggle in delight.
You feel your heart warm at the sight of your children supporting each other. Anton reaches over to squeeze your hand, his eyes reflecting the same affection you feel.
âDaddy, why donât you swim anymore?â Yechan asks suddenly, her question catching you off guard.
Anton glances at you before answering. âWell, sweetie, I stopped swimming to follow another dream. I wanted to sing, so I chose that instead.â
Chanmi gasps, her eyes wide with admiration. âYouâre so cool, Daddy.â
Anton laughs, his voice soft and even lower than usual due to his bashfulness. âThank you, Chanmi. That means a lot to me.â
When you arrive at the beach, the twins are practically vibrating with excitement, ready to dash into the water. You manage to corral them long enough to apply sunscreen, with Anton helping to ensure theyâre properly covered.
âCan we go now? Please?â Yechan begs, hopping from one foot to the other.
âAlright, alright,â Anton says, laughing. âLetâs go.â
He tries to take your son along, but the little boy screeches and buries himself in your arms, clearly frightened of the water. âLooks like heâs not ready for the waves yet,â you say, soothing him with gentle pats. âWeâll stay here and build a sandcastle, okay?â
Your son nods, his grip on you tightening. You find a good spot on the beach, and soon, youâre both immersed in building an elaborate sandcastle, complete with moats and towers.
Your mother-in-law and father-in-law join you, sitting down in the sand to watch and help. âThis is such a lovely day,â your mother-in-law says, her voice warm with affection. âThank you for making our son so happy.â
You glance up, surprised. âOh, itâs my pleasure. Anton means the world to me.â
She smiles, her eyes softening. âI was always worried, you know. With Antonâs job, I feared heâd never find someone who truly loved him for who he is. But youâve been his rock. Despite the hate and the invasive fans, you stayed by his side. Thereâs no one else I could ever see him loving.â
Your father-in-law nods in agreement. âWeâre grateful for you. Youâve made him so happy, and thatâs all weâve ever wanted for our kids.â
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blink them away, smiling. âThank you. That means a lot. I love Anton, and I love this family weâve built together.â
As you chat, you keep an eye on Anton and the twins in the water. Theyâre laughing and splashing, Antonâs strong arms steadying them against the small waves. Itâs clear theyâre having the time of their lives, and your heart swells with pride and joy.
Your son, now more relaxed, starts to enjoy the sandcastle project, his little hands patting the sand into shape. âLook, Mama! Big tower!â he exclaims, showing you his handiwork.
âThatâs amazing!â you praise, giving him a high five.
Your mother-in-law watches the scene with a tender smile. âHeâs so much like Anton at that age. So determined and full of wonder.â
âHe really is,â you agree, looking at your son with love.
After a while, Anton and the twins return, their faces flushed with excitement. âMommy, did you see us? We went so far out!â Yechan says, her eyes sparkling.
âI saw! You were so brave,â you say, hugging her.
Chanmi nods vigorously. âDaddy was the best lifeguard ever!â
Anton grins, ruffling their hair. âYou two were amazing swimmers.â
As the excitement of swimming subsides, you turn to your son, whoâs been contentedly building sandcastles by your side. âDo you want to try the water, sweetie?â you ask him gently.
He hesitates, looking out at the waves with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. âMama, water scary.â
You smile reassuringly. âI know it seems that way, but Mommy and Daddy will be right there with you. Weâll keep you safe, I promise.â
He looks up at you, his little face thoughtful. After a moment, he nods. âOkay, Mama. I twust you.â
You stand and take his small hand in yours, feeling a swell of pride at his bravery. âLetâs go to the shore, then. Daddy, can you help?â
Anton joins you, taking your sonâs other hand. âReady, buddy? Weâll take it slow.â
Together, you walk toward the water, your son gripping your hands tightly. When the first wave gently rolls over his little toes, he shrieks at the sensation but doesnât pull away.
âSee? Itâs not so bad,â Anton says, smiling down at him. âDo you want to go in a bit deeper?â
Your son looks up at you both, then back at the water. With a firm nod, he says, âYes, Daddy. Deeper.â
You caress his cheek, your heart swelling with love. âThatâs my brave boy.â
As you walk in a bit further, the water rises to his knees. He giggles, now more accustomed to the feel of the waves. He pulls his hands free from yours and starts splashing around, his laughter echoing over the beach.
Anton giggles along with him, scooping him up and tossing him gently in the air before catching him. Your son squeals with delight, his fear completely forgotten. Anton tickles him, and the two of them laugh together, the joy of the moment infectious.
After a while, you head back to join the rest of the family for lunch. You spread out the picnic blanket, and everyone gathers around, their faces glowing with happiness and the warmth of the sun.
âLook at this spread,â your father-in-law says, rubbing his hands together. âYouâve outdone yourself.â
You smile, handing out some gimbap. âI had a lot of help.â
The kids settle down with their food, and soon the air is filled with the sound of chatter and laughter.
âGrandpa, do you like sandcastles?â Yechan asks, her mouth full of mango.
âI love sandcastles,â he replies, winking at her. âEspecially when theyâre built by my grandkids.â
Chanmi, always the curious one, turns to her grandmother. âGrandma, did Daddy build sandcastles too?â
Her grandmother smiles, brushing a stray hair from Chanmiâs face. âOh yes, he did. Your daddy loved the beach when he was your age. He used to spend hours building the biggest sandcastles you can imagine.â
âWow,â Chanmi says, eyes wide. âDaddy, did you really?â
Anton nods, taking a bite of his sandwich. âI did. I loved making towers, just like you do.â
âCan we build one together later?â Yechan asks, looking up at her dad with hopeful eyes.
âOf course,â Anton says, smiling. âIâd love that.â
Your son, having finished his sandwich, looks up at you with a proud smile. âMama, I not scared of water no more.â
You ruffle his hair. âIâm so proud of you, sweetheart. You were very brave.â
Antonâs mother looks at you with a soft smile. âYouâre doing such a wonderful job with them. Thank you for giving Anton such a beautiful family.â
You feel a lump in your throat, touched by her words. âThank you. It means a lot to hear that.â
Your father-in-law chimes in. âWe couldnât have asked for a better daughter-in-law. Youâve made our son so happy.â
As the afternoon progresses, you enjoy the easy camaraderie of family, the childrenâs laughter mingling with the soothing sound of the waves. You build more sandcastles, take turns flying a kite, and even manage to get your son to dip his toes in the water again, this time with even more confidence.
As the sun begins to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you gather your belongings, tired but content. The kids are still buzzing with energy, talking animatedly about their day.
âCan we come back tomorrow?â Yechan asks, her eyes shining with excitement.
âWeâll see,â Anton says, chuckling. âBut for now, itâs time to head home and get some rest.â
You pile back into the cars, the kidsâ chatter a comforting background noise as you drive home. Anton reaches over and takes your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a tender gesture.
âI love you,â he says softly.
âI love you too,â you reply, feeling the truth of those words deep in your heart.
As you pull into the driveway, you canât help but reflect on the dayâs events. Itâs in these simple, yet profound moments that you find true happiness. However, as you prepare to go inside, you realize the day isnât quite over yet.
Anton carries your son, who fell asleep during the car ride, into the house. âLooks like someoneâs completely worn out,â he says, smiling.
Inside, the twins start arguing as soon as they hear Anton mention showers. âIf heâs not going to take a shower, then we wonât either!â Yechan declares, crossing her arms defiantly.
âThatâs not fair!â Chanmi adds, mimicking her sisterâs stance.
Anton sighs, his tone firm but gentle. âEveryone will be taking a shower tonight. No exceptions. Weâve all had a long day at the beach, and we need to get cleaned up.â
Yechan and Chanmi groan but relent, seeing that their father wonât budge. Anton carries your son to the bathroom while you start running the water, getting everything ready.
âSweetheart, itâs time to wake up and take a quick shower,â you whisper, gently shaking your son awake.
He stirs, his face scrunching up in protest. âNo, Mama, too sleepy.â
Anton chuckles softly. âI know, buddy, but youâll feel better after a quick rinse. Weâll make it fast, I promise.â
Reluctantly, your son allows himself to be undressed and placed under the warm water. Anton keeps him steady, washing off the sand and salt while you help the twins get ready. Despite the initial resistance, the warm water helps soothe everyone, and soon the bathroom is filled with giggles and splashes as the dayâs adventures are recounted.
After the showers, you wrap your son in a fluffy towel and carry him to his room. Heâs barely awake, his head resting heavily on your shoulder. You and Anton moisturize his skin before dressing him in some pajamas and tuck him into bed, kissing his forehead. âGoodnight, my brave boy,â you whisper, brushing his hair back.
âNight, Mama. Night, Daddy,â he mumbles, already drifting back to sleep.
With your son settled, you head to the twinsâ room. Theyâre in their pajamas, bouncing on their beds with boundless energy. âAlright, time for a bedtime story,â you announce, trying to wrangle them into bed.
âYay! Storytime!â they cheer, finally settling down.
Anton picks out a book and starts reading, his voice soft and animated. The twins listen intently, their eyes wide with fascination. As the story ends, Chanmi immediately pipes up. âOne more, please, Mommy!â
You shake your head gently. âNo, sweetie, itâs time to sleep. Weâll read another one tomorrow.â
This answer doesnât sit well with Chanmi, who starts to pout. âBut I donât want to sleep!â she declares, her voice rising.
âChanmi, we agreed on one story,â Anton says, his tone firm. âItâs time for bed now.â
Chanmiâs frustration hits a head, and she starts to cry, thrashing around. In her tantrum, she accidentally smacks your stomach with her little hand. Antonâs eyes flash with anger, and he steps in immediately. âNoĂ©mi Chanmi Lee, thatâs enough!â he says sternly. âYou need to stop this right now. Hitting is not okay.â
You wince slightly at the impact and the use of your daughter's full government name but try to reassure Anton. âItâs okay, Iâm fine,â you say softly, placing a hand on his arm.
Anton shakes his head, his eyes still on Chanmi. âShe needs to understand what she did was wrong.â He kneels down to her level, his tone gentler but firm. âChanmi, you need to calm down. Itâs not okay to throw tantrums and hit. Even if you didnât mean to, itâs still not acceptable.â
Chanmiâs tears start to slow as she realizes the gravity of what sheâs done. âIâm sorry, Mommy,â she says, her voice trembling. âI didnât mean to hit you.â
You kneel down beside Anton and pull Chanmi into a hug. âI know you didnât mean it, sweetie. I forgive you. But you need to listen when we say itâs time for bed.â
Anton wipes away Chanmiâs tears, his expression softening. âIâm sorry for yelling, but I was worried about Mommy. Itâs important to behave and not throw tantrums, okay?â
Chanmi nods, sniffling. âOkay, Daddy. Iâll sleep now.â
You and Anton tuck the twins in, kissing them goodnight. âSweet dreams, my loves,â you whisper, brushing a stray hair from Chanmiâs forehead.
âNight, Mommy. Night, Daddy,â they murmur, finally settling down.
As you close the door to the twinsâ room, you and Anton exchange a look of shared relief and exhaustion. âParenting is no joke,â Anton says with a tired smile.
You chuckle softly. âNo, itâs not. But weâre in this together.â
Hand in hand, you head to your bedroom, the weight of the dayâs activities starting to settle in. Once inside, you start getting ready for bed. You change into your robe and begin to wrap up your hair. Anton watches you with a soft smile, his love and admiration evident in his eyes.
âShower?â he suggests, his voice warm and inviting.
You nod, feeling the dayâs weariness melt away at the thought. âYes, please.â
In the bathroom, Anton turns on the water, adjusting it to the perfect temperature. He helps you out of your robe and then sheds his own clothes, leading you under the warm spray. The water cascades over you both, washing away the sand and salt from the beach.
Anton takes the soap and lathers his hands, starting to wash your body with gentle, loving strokes. Heâs careful and thorough, his touch tender as he cleanses your skin. When he reaches your growing belly, he bends down and kisses it softly, his lips lingering for a moment. âHello in there,â he whispers, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
You smile down at him, your heart swelling with love. âYouâre so sweet,â you murmur.
He stands back up and finishes rinsing you off before taking his turn. You help him wash, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. After you both are clean, you step out of the shower, drying each other off with fluffy towels. Anton wraps you in a warm embrace, his hands resting on your hips.
Back in your bedroom, you both get dressed in comfortable pajamas. You slip into bed first, sighing contentedly as you sink into the soft sheets. Anton follows, climbing in beside you and pulling you close to his body. His arms wrap around you protectively, his warmth seeping into your skin.
You nestle against him, feeling safe and loved. âToday was wonderful,â you say, your voice a gentle whisper in the quiet room.
âIt really was,â Anton agrees, his hand resting on your belly. âThe kids had so much fun, and I loved seeing them so happy.â
You nod, placing your hand over his. âAnd seeing our little one growing inside me, it makes everything feel even more special.â
Anton smiles, his eyes softening. âIâve been thinking about the baby a lot. I really hope itâs a boy this time.â
You laugh softly, teasingly. âYou scream girl dad, Anton. You should be thankful you have at least one son.â
He chuckles, giving your belly a gentle pat. âI know, but itâd be nice to balance things out a bit. The girls have such strong personalities, and sometimes I think itâd be fun to have another little guy running around.â
You smile, feeling a sense of contentment. âWell, whatever this little one turns out to be, I know weâll love them just as much as we love the others.â
âAbsolutely,â Anton agrees, his voice filled with sincerity. âI just want our family to be happy and healthy.â
You tilt your head up to look at him, your eyes meeting his. âAnd they are. Thanks to you.â
He shakes his head slightly, a modest smile on his lips. âThanks to us. Weâre a team, remember?â
You nod, your heart swelling with love for this man who has given you everything. âYes, we are.â
Anton leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. âI love you,â he whispers against your mouth.
âI love you too,â you reply, your voice filled with emotion.
As you settle into his embrace, you close your eyes, feeling completely at peace. The day has been long and tiring, but it has also been filled with love, laughter, and precious moments with your family. And as you drift off to sleep, you know that no matter what challenges come your way, you and Anton will face them together, with love and gratitude for the beautiful life youâve built together.
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dry humping best friend anton pls đŁ
of course! đ
pairing: bff!anton x fem!reader
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anton had been acting strange lately, usually you guys would lie in bed gossiping and eating junk food, but on this particular day he was quiet and silent, you were already getting uncomfortable with that deafening silence.
"anton, what's wrong?" you asked, crawling to his side on the bed. he was nervous, you didn't understand the reason for your friend's change in behavior and it was worrying you.
you snatched the phone from his hand and brought your face closer to his in hopes of getting his attention.
"hey, i'm talking to you." you said, already losing your patience when you noticed anton's gaze at your breasts. you wore your usual white shirt, obviously without a bra because you trusted anton and felt no reason to feel threatened.
you accidentally looked down and came face to face with a bulge in his pants, which made you freeze.
"anton, what-" before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by anton, his voice was low and harsh.
"can you sit on my lap?" he asked embarrassed, seeing your eyes widen and suddenly an awkward silence took over that small room. without thinking much, you sat on his lap making the boy squeeze your waist, it was almost as if he had been waiting for this for a long time.
"ride me." his request seemed more like an order, you began to ride awkwardly, after all you had never done this to anyone before. anton encouraged you by grabbing your waist and forcing your hips against his, when you finally both got the hang of it, it was as if the two of you were going to merge with each other.
a wave of pleasure invaded your body, you felt your clitoris covered by your shorts being massaged by anton's dick, which was also covered. you were both virgins, you didn't even really know what was happening, but it was good, anton was good. within minutes your legs began to shake, you tried to remain stable on top of him even though you felt a wave of shock invade your body.
you closed your eyes tightly feeling your orgasm finally arriving, as soon as you opened your eyes you came face to face with anton, completely mesmerized by your reaction.
"fuck...you're so cute." he said smiling, his face was red and you could see how much he was holding back. "you came just from that, how sensitive."
"f-fuck me?" you almost begged, earning a giggle from the boy.
he smiled, already knowing you would say that.
"sure."
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coherent waves | lee anton Ëââ§âșË
people say the first touch of fate feels like a circuit being completed. so why does lee anton's soulmate seem to hate him?
TAGS: soulmate!au, college!au, gn!reader, cute and awkward engineering majors!anton and reader, confessions in the rain, kiss!
A/N: this boy bias wrecked me SO hard i paused writing a sungchan fic for this haha self-indulgent SCREAMiing as always (to clarify, his mark is on his left, our right)
WORDS: ~1700
Everyone knows Lee Anton's face.
No matter what, everyone's got their campus crushes. The people they'd linger around a corner for in hope of seeing, those with soulmarks you wish would line up just perfectly with your own. Somewhere out there, someone's walking around with your first touch of fate around with them. It's for that reason everyone knows Anton as the campus crush.
It's impossible to miss the six feet of cuteness, the shoulders broad enough to span the Californian coast and the tan handprint branded across his left cheek. Lee Anton, the sweetest guy on campus whose soulmate was destined to slap him in the face once they met. Nothing in it spelt destiny for you, but it was definitely curiosity at first sight.
"Hey, are we okay? Just at group studyâŠâ And your brain sputters like a misfiring car. Heâs right behind you, isnât he?
You want to pretend you didnât hear him over the bucketing rain â maybe even your thunderous heart. Without an umbrella, youâre screwed if you run down the library steps into the dark and youâd look insane to push past him back into the library. Damn.
Not once did you dare speak to him during the entire group study. Though the feeling of his curious eyes lingering on you alone lit you up like a fuse about to blow. No wonder he's asking you if you're okay. The entire time you acted like some tween with a stupid crush. Which youâre not. Clearly and obviously not. First year electrical engineering has enough problems to give you a migraine.
Something about being around him sets your brain off like a capacitor discharging. Everything firing off at once, without a thought of where to go. Â
"No? Yes! Yes. Fuck â sorry. Weâre fine." Is what you come up with.
And some boy can apparently render you stupid within two feet of him. Someone needs to remind you how youâre a candidate for the deanâs list again.
Your stilted answer and the ensuing silence cause the corner of Anton's lip to quirk into a grimace. "Ah â okay. Sorry, I'll see you Friday.â When he takes out his umbrella it nearly whacks you in the face before he starts to run down the steps, leaving not a glance behind him.
Ah, shit.
Stunned, youâre left with a) no umbrella and b) a burning sense of mortification about how badly that went. Before you know it, your feet are running you down the path he took. One problem at a time⊠câmon fix this. "Hey! Hey wait up, please! Anton!"
Running in the pouring rain was something you never planned on doing tonight or any day of the week but for fixing whatever youâve got with Anton â it seems worth it.
Whatever they used to say about stem majors being chronically unfit bookworms definitely applies to you, as your heart thuds in your skull and lungs start to give out. Somehow after months of trailing behind his broad back, you underestimated how quickly he can escape you.Â
Finally, like a lighthouse in the night, his blue umbrella is radiant under the light of the bus stop. âAnton!â
Three months of dodging each otherâs eyes and scampering out empty classrooms early, Antonâs eyes are at the edges of almost all your memories. You know his wide eyed look anywhere. But with as much grace of a new-born giraffe, you sidle next to him under his umbrella, unaware of the blush warming Antonâs face.
Thankfully thereâs no one else about apart from him to watch you keel over for a solid minute to gather your breath. Internally you think youâre as bright red as the LEDs you use in the labs. That, and so soaked youâre sure you're waking up with a cold tomorrow. Though, it could be worse. It could be whatever happened earlier.
Caught again in his orbit, you feel it again. The charge crackling under your skin that makes you want to claw at it.
Itâs a moment before anyone speaks, still too busy process what exactly is going on. Eventually you gain your bearings and look into his shifty eyes with resolution.
âHey look â Iâm super sorry about everything,â you blurt. âThe entire thing with the study group and completely dodging you in class. I â well, itâs not on purpose but I donât know why but itâs like I get caught in some interference feed within like a metre of you and I just canât think straight. Everything just sort of fires off in an incoherent mess. Iâm trying, I really do but for once, I just canât explain it.â It pours out in what feels like one breath. You feel like youâre teetering on the spot, on the cusp of embarrassment or sheer confidence. At this point, it might just be both. â⊠Sorry if I made you uncomfortable about anything but youâre top of our year, so damn cool and collected all the time â I feel like my wires get mixed up.âÂ
Thereâs an ache in your neck from looking up to him and watching his reaction. Calm and collected as always. It must be the longest youâve ever got to look him in the eyes properly. Until,
âMe too.â
Huh?
Anton pauses for a moment, worrying the inside of his cheek before admitting, âI⊠I really wished we could talk more but youâre always busy and I feel awkward butting in. Youâre really intimidating in the group studies, you know? You know everything and get along with everyone so easily. I psyche myself out.â
As he talks, your cheeks warm in endearment and you shuffle closer while heâs distracted. The familiar scent of cherries that would haunt you around campus suddenly right under your nose.
âI mean, I thought youâd just be another person put off by this-â he waves a self-conscious hand over his soulmark â-and being avoidant because of that. Though I guess I figured you didnât care because you never lingered on it like⊠like everyone else.â
It comes to you all in pieces. Anton always ducking his head away, never looking anyone straight on, always pursing his lips and turning away whenever someone brought up soulmarks. Those rumours haunt him.
However, standing here youâve never been more confident. You know your what your hand looks like.
Does he?
âI think it has a good story.â The look of disbelief he gives you is priceless but you push on. âI mean, mineâs just on my palm just like seventy percent of the population so it can be boring.â Under the light, you raise your hand to him, showing the contrasting darker skin on your right palm and the small shake of your fingers. Anton locks onto your mark with a laser focus that youâve never seen before. âAnd besides⊠I think you know what your soulmark actually is.â
One step closer: youâre just a hairsbreadth away. So close you can feel is body heat through his hoodie and see your breath leaving goosebumps on the expanse of his exposed neck. In the reflection of his blown pupils you can almost see yourself.
He swallows, eyes never leaving your palm. "You know what everyone says about it." Anton chews at his lip, bitten raw from worry. Itâs stupidly endearing whether he knows it or not. Instead of dropping it, you raise your hand, leaving it to rest on his shoulder in comfort. âThat the only reason I get slapped is because Iâm secretly an asshole?â
"You don't know that itâs a slap for sure.â
"Then what else could it be then.â
"Really, Anton?" you hum. Heâs so tense under your hand you feel like he could shatter from where you touch him. His eyes dazed and lingering where your hand used to be "Weâre both smarter than this.â
Under the streetlight, what he has is clear as day to you while you trace his mark with your eyes. The thumbprint that curls across his left cheekbone, to the fingertips that edge from his hairline to his jaw and even the light shadow that touches the corner of his lip â as if heâs pressing a kiss to the heel of their palm. "Whoever it is, they're holding you."
ââŠWhoever it is⊠?â he murmurs.
Antonâs unwavering gaze finally bores into you. Two interstellar blackholes swallowing you up and bearing down. An infinite number of thoughts or none at all. All behind those eyes, calculating and calibrating. You wonder where he is in that brilliant mind of his.
âDo it.â
Youâre so careful.
You donât know what youâd do with yourself if you hurt him. Maybe this doesnât work out? What if youâre just another person in the crowd watching and waiting for someone else. You knew from the moment you started high school, life was a bunch of problems that you had to solve. The sheer existence of uncertainty guarantees nothing in any aspect of your life. What is guaranteed already, what are the variables, what are you working with. Whatever this is â itâll be another problem but not one you get to calculate â it's one you need to guess.
His skin is too warm, and your hand is too cold. Nothing sparks but something is complete in your heart.
It fades. The marks â yours, his, all of it. It recedes back as if it never existed.
"I told you so."Â Â Â
The clatter of the umbrella is your only warning before his hands cup your face and he kisses you. He kisses you in earnest, softer than you'd expect and warm enough to make your knees weak. With a deceptive strength, Anton presses you back against a railing, and your arms loop around his neck, hands burying in his hair. Hidden muscles you used to wonder about, tense where you touch him.
Eyes closed to the rain, foreheads knocked together and not a care in the world. Youâre pulled into him like air. Both of you are trembling with relief. Like coherent waves, you come together in sync and everything you feel is amplified between you two. Itâs then you know exactly what was racing in his mind.
Smiling into your neck, Anton sighs. "I'm yours." His voice lower and a little bit breathier. It makes your heart skip a beat, and your mouth turns up at the corners.
All across your veins itâs like a current is pushing through your skin. Anton and you, a circuit complete.
blehh i'm rusty but i'm starting uni as a mechEng student soonish so wish me luck đ«Ą a reblog or a like always helps to encourage more thank you! â masterlist
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bewitched
pairing: anton x mentioned gn reader! (pls lmk if there are any gendered terms I may have missed)
synopsis: in which anton has a not so tiny actually really big crush on reader.
genre: fluff that made me smile to myself so hard that I had to remind myself this was just a fic, idol!anton & idol!reader, angst if you squint, pouty anton & his hyungs love to tease him for it!
cocoâs <3 note: this was something I wrote up after a really long day of studying for finals last week so if you hate it lie to me (Iâm sensitive) and itâs completely self indulgent đ + not edited wellâŠ
small but important a/n: I am so happy people love this fic as much as I do but I unfortunately will not be making a part two for it! originally I didnât plan one and still in my heart feel like it doesnât really need one!! sorry my loves, ty for the understanding đ€
anton who smiles to himself as he watches you do his groups dance challenge, heâs seen you backstage countless times now with your group and he swears youâre his soulmate.
loud and energetic, your personality compliments his usually timid and introverted one.
the first one to notice is seunghan, always the one with the keenest eye, he teases anton throughly when you walk past them in the music show halls, pushing his shoulders and tugging at the boys pink cheeks.
the next two to notice are wonbin and shotaro, having caught their youngest replaying your groups music video just after briefly being introduced to you, he claims itâs so he can learn your dance challenge but the boys can tell from the way his voice raises an octave, that heâs lying.
eunseok and sungchan take note as they watch his eyes sparkle up at the screen in their room backstage, thereâs no hiding the proud smile he wears as he watches you move about on stage smiling and enjoying the time you have with fans, they can see just how much he admires you.
sohee is the last to know as he walks right up to you, laughing and joking like old friends do, anton goes through the five stages of grief so quickly the rest of the members laugh loudly at him.
first, he denies whatâs taking place in front of his eyes, he canât fathom how you know his friend, or why you two seem so close.
second, heâs angry. not at sohee or you, never you of course, but at himself for not seeing the obvious signs. youâd done their dance because you knew his friend, not just because you were interested in him them.
third, anton tries rationalizing with himself. this was okay, itâd be okay, and if you ended up with sohee it would be fine because technically heâd never admitted to liking you, and so technically you werenât anyone to him, so really if he thought about it, heâd be fine, especially if you made his best friend happy.
fourth, heâs pouting, and not even on purpose in a cute way, heâs full on pouting at the scene taking place in front of him. heâs sad youâre so close to sohee, sad he isnât the one making you laugh loudly or putting a smile on your face, sad that he has absolutely no chance with you at all. this isnât fair, but he canât do anything so he resorts to pouting and clinging onto his older brothers for comfort (as they laugh and tease his current state).
finally, anton thinks heâs over it. heâs been watching you and sohee giggle about back and forth for what seems like hours now (itâs been less than five minutes) and he thinks he can finally accept this reality. youâre into his friend and heâs chopped liver. yeah thatâs totally fine, heâs totally okay with this outcome.
the older boys smile at one another as they watch anton bury his head deeper into eunseoks broad shoulders, seemingly shielding himself from the scene in front of him. they know when their maknae is upset and itâs a million times clear just how much he is right now.
âanton, are you okay? I want to introduce you to my friend.â soheeâs soft voice pulls him out of his depression, slowly rising his head heâs met with a pair of eyes he knows too well, and his ears turn red.
âthis is my roommate, heâs the one I told you about, the one thatâs a big fan of you,â his friend laughs after his words and anton isnât sure whatâs worse: you being madly in love with sohee or you knowing heâs madly in love with you.
âanton right? Iâm also a big fan of you, if thatâs not totally embarrassing to admit to you.â
and just like that heâs swooning again, all the thoughts and feelings from before melt away as he pushes past eunseok to stand in front of you. now this, this is just perfect.
sohee shoots him a smile and a thumbs up, and it all clicks, anton is almost ashamed of how heâs acted.
sohee knew about his crush, how could he not? they shared a room together, of course heâd caught him watching your content, laughing at things youâd said, and bashfully liking your pictures from his spam account, heâd done this on purpose, heâd introduce you to one another on purpose.
âdo you want to maybe grab some lunch with me?â
so maybe that wasnât what heâd planned to say to you first but at least heâd spokenâŠright? even if it was straightforward and not like him at all.
your laugh makes his ears even redder, and heâs instantly smiling as you nod, taking his hand and leading him to âa really good cafeâ as you put it. anton isnât listening fully, heâs just happy he can finally admire you in person.
yeah heâs definitely too far gone. he thinks he might be in love.
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YOU'RE WORTH IT
genre. fluff. period comfort. warnings. it's mentioned that reader had a toxic ex. anton and reader haven't been dating for too long. mentions of cramps and general period stuff but no blood. kissing. pairing. anton x fem!reader. wc. 981. request. no. a/n. written for @eternalgyu who is suffering :( i hope this helps even a little <33
âAre you sure this is⊠normal?â Anton questioned a little worried from the other side of the bed. You winced, not only from the excruciating pain you were experiencing, but the sudden guilt that hit you. Maybe you should have tried a little harder to keep your âowâs from distracting your boyfriend from his work.
âYeah, itâs normalâ donât worry.â You waved him off and rolled to your side so your back faced him, fighting back the tears that started to prick at your eyes. Was it normal for cramps to be this painful?
âCan I do anything to help?â Antonâs voice reached your ear again, this time a lot closer than before. He was peering over your curled up body with concern written on his face. Your face softened a little, and a little of the fear of being annoying washed away with Antonâs look.
Your ex-boyfriend had been⊠less than understanding whenever you got your period. He always complained about you bothering him or âbringing the mood downâ whenever you couldnât bring yourself to be your usual bright self. He seemed disgusted at even the thought of it and would constantly blame any normal frustration towards him on your period, even when you werenât on it.
Months of that had quickly trained your brain to be self-conscious of it. You knew it was all normal, of course, but you had started trying to hide the fact that you were on your period whenever you could; almost as if it didnât exist entirely.Â
Even admitting to Anton that it was your time of the month made you want to sink into the floor and disappear. You had expected him to be disgusted or confused or weirded out, but he wasnât. Instead, he offered to go to the store to get anything you might need, which you politely refusedâ too embarrassed to make him go out of his way.
You shook your head, âI donât want you to inconvenience yourself.â
Anton looked at you like you were crazy, âInconvenience myself? But youâre the one in pain.âÂ
You diverted your eyes from his, unsure what to do in this situation. Your brain was racing a mile a minute, too hesitant to accept his offer in case it backfired later. But Anton wasnât that kind of person, right?
âAnd, besides, youâre worth any amount of inconvenience. I promise.â He persuaded gently.Â
âOkay.â You mumbled out. Anton smiled, his eyes crinkling before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek.
âI heard heating pads can help, right?â You could barely answer before he was rushing off to warm one up, and back before you knew it, placing it carefully on your stomach. The heat did feel nice against the pain, but it didnât make it go away entirely. Anton seemed to notice when your eyes scrunched up as another painful cramp hit you.
âIs it not helping?â His voice came out softer than usual, a touch of anxiousness lacing his question. He was studying your face carefully, giving you his full attention. You werenât used to someone being so patient with you.
âIt is, but I donât think thereâs any way to make them go away entirely. I have to just wait it out.â You said quietly.
Anton frowned, âThatâs not fair.â
His comment made you smile slightly, âItâs okay.â
âIs there anything else I can help with?âÂ
âDistraction?â You suggested, a little skeptical whether it would actually work, but it was worth a shot.Â
âHmm.â Anton thought for a second, giving you a glance before diving forward and capturing your lips without warning. You squeaked slightly from the shock before allowing yourself to focus on the feeling of his soft lips and less on the pain of your cramps. It was pretty effective, if you were being honest. It was easy for your brain to only focus on his lips and nothing else. But there was one problem: you didnât have unlimited breath.
You pulled apart slightly breathless, and as soon as you didnât have the distraction to focus on, you were hit with another painful cramp that had you whimpering and sinking deeper into the mattress. Your arms were still around Antonâs neck, clasped at the back, and you brought him down with you.
He shifted to the side quickly before he crashed on top of you and turned so he was facing you again. You were almost sure he would be sick of trying to think of ways to help after 2 attempts, but you were wrong.Â
He pulled you closer until you were right up against his chest, safely wrapped around his arms. He tapped on his phone for a couple seconds, clicking on the playlist he had made for you a couple weeks ago. The soft songs on it helped you relax immediately, and you snuggled a bit closer.
âMaybe if you tried falling asleep?â Anton suggested, and you nodded slowly.
Usually it was hard to fall asleep with the pain, but it was surprisingly easy when you were wrapped in Antonâs arms. He started humming quietly along with the music, one of his hands rubbing your back slowly at the same time.
You felt your eyelids droop and finally close entirely. Each time you had a cramp, you would tense up and curl closer to him, and he would hold you just a little bit tighter. Eventually, you were able to fall asleep, and Anton let out a relieved sigh. He hated seeing you in any kind of pain, especially when you seemed so afraid to even tell him about it.Â
He knew it would probably take more time for him to earn your complete trust, but he was more than willing to put in the work for it. A little inconvenience on his end was more than worth it. You were more than worth it.
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