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l33bang24 · 5 months ago

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Healing Hearts (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Single Dad! Chan x Fem reader

Summary: Y/N, desperate to leave her troubled past behind, decides to start fresh in a foreign country. Struggling to secure a job, she stumbles upon a babysitting opportunity offered by an elderly woman who lives nearby. Babysitting the daughter of a famous idol is the last thing she ever expected to be doing. What will she do when her past comes back to haunt her just as she begins to find peace?

⚠️CW⚠️: Angst, Depression, Anxiety, Drinking, Yelling, Crussing, Name calling, Physical Abuse, Talks of drug use, Miscarriage, Death of character (not leading), Crying (if I missed anything, lmk)

🏷: @manuosorioh @palindrome969 @real-life-dwaekii @nebugalaxy @itzzyyyyyyydaaaa @catlove83 @ivydoesit23 @resi4skz @vinumque @ntlmundy @rose-w-00-d @rundontwalkshesaid @jennibahng @lailac13 @gn4bnahc @addies29 @greyyeti (Taglist open)

(All dividers are made by @saradika, all credit goes to her)

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Y/N’s POV

“We will be arriving at the Incheon International Airport in 15 minutes," the captain's voice crackled over the intercom. I felt my hands cramp from clutching the armrest for so long. Exhaustion was slowly creeping in, but I was determined to hold out until I reached the hotel. I've never been fond of flying, so I attempted to stay awake for as long as possible. However, my efforts were in vain; I drifted off and only woke up when the turbulence jolted me from my sleep. Since then, I've been wide awake, anxiously awaiting our landing.

Taking off and landing are always the most nerve-wracking parts of flying for me. However, when the pilot announced that we had arrived at our destination on this particular flight, I realized that I hadn't even felt the plane touchdown. Perhaps I was just too lost in my thoughts to notice. I patiently waited for other passengers to pull out their bags before reaching for mine. A courteous older gentleman insisted that I go ahead of him, and I expressed my gratitude. Once my luggage appeared on the carousel, I hailed an Uber to the hotel. After retrieving my belongings, I skillfully weaved through the crowds and exited the main doors.

I spotted a cluster of cameras and excited fans as I approached the exit, signifying celebrities' imminent arrival. Feeling relieved, I silently expressed gratitude for being able to leave before the chaos ensued. Loading my luggage into the waiting Uber, I settled into the back seat and informed the driver of my resort. Once inside, I unzipped my carry-on and reached for my phone. As my fingertips brushed against the screen, a distinct memory I'd been trying to suppress suddenly flooded my mind, and I quickly returned the phone to my bag, unsure if I was ready to confront it just yet.

Closing the bag, I take a deep breath and shut my eyes. I begin counting backward from 10 to 1, trying to calm my racing thoughts. "It's okay," I reassure myself, "I can make it through the day without dwelling on it." Eventually, I'll have to switch it back on or maybe consider getting a new phone altogether.

I arrived at my temporary sanctuary, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. The check-in process was a bit of a blur as I was eager to settle in. After receiving the key to my room, I made my way through the corridors until I finally reached my destination. As I entered the room, I couldn't wait to collapse onto the comfortable bed and unwind after a long journey. As I lay down and rested my head on the soft pillow, I quickly succumbed to slumber, and soon, darkness enveloped me.

Bang Chan’s POV

I loved my lifestyle. The music, fan adoration, the energy of live performances, and the camaraderie with fellow musicians were incredibly enriching. The thrill and allure of those experiences paled compared to the sheer delight of raising a five-year-old daughter. As we strolled through the airport, a profound sense of joy surged through my entire being.

Once we hit the road, Felix turns to me and asks, “What do you think Miryung is doing about this time?�� I can't help but grin. “Well, if she's listening to Mrs. Kim, she should be napping.” Lee Know glances at me with a small smile of his own.“You say that like you know she isn't going to do that.” I can't help but run my tongue over the inside of my cheek. “One of her uncles taught her how to use YouTube to watch videos of her father, particularly when he arrives or departs from an airport.” I focus my gaze on the culprit. "Hey! She pleaded with me to show her. I can't say no when she gives me those irresistible puppy eyes." Han reenacts what she did to him while Lee Know hurls his neck pillow at him and purposely hits him in the face.

When I arrived at the house, I bid farewell to the guys and pulled my luggage from the van. While carrying my bags to the front door, I noticed something new on the porch. To my surprise, an angel statue was placed there. I instantly recognized it as the statue that had been stored in the attic for quite a while.

“Oh, Channie, let's look at the garden gnomes! I bet they have some cute ones I can put in the yard.” Ryung pulls my hand toward the garden statues. “Ry, have I ever told you how strong you are since you got pregnant?” I hummed as I rubbed my hand over her still-growing bump. She smiles up at me with those honey-colored eyes. Oh, how I wished our baby had her eyes. I wished she had her everything.

As soon as I looked at her, it was crystal clear: Miyrung was the spitting image of her late mother. I shook my head, anticipating the problematic conversation I would need to have with her. I inserted the keys into the lock, turned the doorknob, and entered the house.

As I set my bags down, I heard feet running across the floor. “Daddy!” I opened my arms as Miryung jumped into them. I hold her tightly as a litter kisses all over her chubby face. “Daddy quit!” I shook my head as I pulled back. “No, ma'am, I will not quit. I'm your Dad; I can kiss you as often as possible.” She would generally try to fight back with me, though this time, she doesn't.

She places her head on my chest. “I missed you, Daddy.” There it is, the heartbreaking. I knew trying to raise a child alone in a world like mine wasn't all rainbows and unicorns. It was hard, but luckily, with the company's support, fans, guys, and family, I could take time away to raise Miryung properly. When she reached a certain age, I could return to my everyday hectic lifestyle.

“I missed you too, Pumpkin,” I say, kissing her on the top of her head. Knowing that she wasn't going to release her grip on me anytime soon, I guided us over to the couch and settled down.“Did you behave for Mrs. Kim while I was away?" When she looks up, her eyes widen. "Yes, Daddy, I was good.” I arch an eyebrow at her. "Come on, Miryung. You know I taught you always to tell the truth. Don't start lying to me now." Her gaze drops, filled with guilt, and her bottom lip trembles. “I'm sorry, Daddy. I know I'm not supposed to go into the attic, but one night, I saw you putting some of Mommy's things away. I didn't want to forget about her, so I pulled out her Angel statue.”

Miryung gazed back at me, her eyes filled with tears, and at that moment, it was as if a sharp blade had pierced through my heart. “Pumpkin, it's not just that you pulled your Mom’s angel statue down; you were up there alone. What would have happened if you had fallen off one of those beams or the latter came back up and closed on you? Miryung, you would have been trapped up there, and Mrs. Kim would have been looking for you everywhere.” I pushed her brown locks behind her ear.

“I just want you to be safe. Okay?” I gently pull her back into my embrace as she bobs her head, feeling her warmth against my chest. I fight back the tears as I look up towards the ceiling. ‘I would never want to get rid of you, Ry. Ever.’ I soon hear a stomach growl, and I can’t fight back the smile that graces my face. “Do you want to order takeout?”

Y/N’s POV

I was drying a whiskey glass when I heard the door slam shut with a resounding bang. Startled, the glass slipped from my hands and crashed onto the hard floor, shattering into pieces. Frantically attempting to clean up before he noticed, I accidentally cut myself on the shards, but I hardly noticed the pain. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?!" His voice boomed from the other room as he stormed into the kitchen. I hastily discarded the broken glass as he approached. I instinctively clasped my hands over my stomach, trying to shield it from view. I could tell he noticed this as his expression darkened, and he felt even more anger.

“Did you take care of that matter as I requested?” He inquired, his intense brown eyes burning with fury. “ANSWER ME! DID YOU?!” He bellowed, causing me to flinch. "No," I responded timidly. "What?" he demanded. "No," I repeated, trying to speak with more conviction. The sudden sting of a slap across my face barely fazes me as I grit my teeth. However, the vice-like grip around my windpipe sends a jolt of fear through me.“You fucking worthless bitch! I told you when I came home, you better have taken those drugs and obliterated that fatuous newborn!!” I could barely get half a breath while clawing at his hands to get free. That only made it worse as he tightened his grip. “Ad-der p-pl-please.” I was breathless, tears streaming down my cheeks, and I watched as dark spots appeared in my peripheral vision.

“I TOLD YOU THAT HEATHEN ISN’T MINE!! I KNOW IT IS SOMEONE ELSE’S!” Adder flung me into the nearest wall. "Ad-Adder, I haven't left the house. It can-" The next blow landed on my face. “DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME! I KNOW YOU’VE BEEN HANGING AROUND DANIEL! I'VE SEEN THE WAY YOU LOOK HIM! IS IT HIS, HUH?! IS IT!!!” No words escaped my lips before a powerful kick landed on my swollen belly. “No, no, no, NO!”

I suddenly woke up from a vivid dream, or what felt more like a memory. My body was drenched in sweat, and I was trembling uncontrollably. I hugged myself tightly and burst into tears. Grabbing a nearby pillow, I unleashed all my pent-up agony and frustration with a gut-wrenching scream. “I’m so s-sorry, my b-baby.” I choked up, clinching on the pillow for dear life. “I-I’m sorry I-I did-didn’t protect y-you.”

(I'm honestly really excited for this series! I think this will be a good one. 🤞🏻🤞🏻 If you would like to be added to the taglist, just lmk in the comments 😊)

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yellowcry · 4 days ago

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When I'm out of breath, she's my vital

This wasn't supposed to be any different from sisters normal going out for entertainment.

But the crushing weight got to them. Literally

Sososo congrats everyone it's been three years!

It all began as a simple way to spend their day. Luisa had bragged about some cool cave. Which Isabela wasn't that mych interested in the rocks. But it would be dark, so naturally it gave a great opportunity to joke over Luisa a bit. Mirabel didn't initially plan to come, but was dragged along anyway.

The cave... didn't really look much different from one in Luisa's room. At least as far as Isabela could say.

It looked safe enough for them. Luisa kept bragging about the inside outlayer. Mirabel kept a bit wary, but wasn't genuinely freaking out. So it was... some progress.

The crack was so loud. So undeniably unexpected that the sheer impact made the entire space shake. Small gasps in the rock began to run over the ancient walls. Chips of stone falling gown. Isabela saw Mirabel freezing in trauma and Luisa realizing something way before Isabela did.

Not for long. Bare seconds later, it came crumbling down. Snapping and breaking, the cave was turning into a mushed mess.

And it was so loud. Isabela prayed apoligizes for Dolores to be annoying sometimes if that what it was like to be in her place.

Being in here was probably the most horrific experience in Isabela's life. Just standing there as the sounds collided against her. Knowing damn well she could do nothing to protect herself. The weight could turn her into a pile of torn flesh. Because as much as she hated tobadmit it, her gift wouldn't be able to hold the mountain over her

But if Isabela herself felt pretty much afraid, then Mirabel looked outright terrified. Right... Casita's collapse... It was too close, undeniably triggering her sister. For a moment the elsest thought of looking around, calling for Luisa. She was the one Mirabel usually felt the safest with, that the hell was she doing when Mirabel is literally...

And then another fact was slapped into Isabela. The realization of why they probably still weren't clapped and pinned down, melten with the groung in a puddle of meat and fractured boned. Luisa managed to balance some relatively giant plte from what used to be celling. Holding it above her head. She shut her eyes, each second her boby trembled as if it was made out of paper tissue. One knee burried into the ground.

And for sure, this wasn't a state where she could help Mirabel without killing them all.

Holy fuck this all is bad

Isabela pulled Mirabel closer, for a hug. One of her sisters was having a panic attack and the other wasted her entire strength not to collapse completely. So what the hell was she supposed to do? Adrenaline pumped throught her body, bit it didn't really give her anything because there wasn't anything Isabela could really do physically. This only made her restless. Suffocated in a crumped space.

"It's gonna be okay, just breathe." She did her best to soothe Mirabel. The girl was panicking and very clearly. Maybe because it was pretty much a deathly situation for her. (And for Isabela but she didn't want to admit that part). Or .aybe she connected it to the time when Casita collapsed.

"It's crussing in us we all gonna die!" Teenager cried out.

What the hell was Isabela suppised to say. She wasn't a person Mirabel normaly went to for consolations. "Don't worry just some silly ol' cave. We'll be fine "

Did she believe it? Not completely but what Isabela DID believe into were her great acting skills

Mirabel sobbed in distress, trying to yank herself out. Isabela didn't let her, just tightening her grip. Her sister wasn't in clear enough state to realize what she was doing. And letting her loose right now for sure meant allowing her to die.

Luisa tried to keep as steady as possible Holding down all the let outs of pain. Because it was heavy. Not just heavy like some things without her gift. But genuinely crushing. Knocking the air out of her lungs. The blood sticked between her fingers, nails cracked and pushed out. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Only feeling as her bones were getting compressed.

And for the first time, she was afraid. Not just for her sisters but for herself too. Up before this, her gift was enough to hold anything. She was strong and durable. But this was a literal mountain and it was crushing her.

Isabela, still holding Mirabel brought her eyes to Luisa. "How are you?"

Luisa blinked away the tears of pain, every muscle in her body straining. "It hurts." She breathed out, staring at her sisters for a moment. She didn't want them to be hurt. To die herself.

What the actual fuck was she thinking? She should knows it was a bad idea. These type of things were Luisa's occupation, she- she was supposed to realize it was dangerous! Normally, Luisa could at least try to push it off and throw away the weight. But this would undebately cause more craos around her with coming destructions. And not everyone in here was able to survive it.

They needed to get out.

Isabela never felt this alone. Even of these were three of them, both of her hermanitas were off limits to help. Not when Mirabel was relieving her trauma and Luisa was getting crashed. Well, it would be all of them if she did.

Did Dolores hear them? Probably. But how long would it take? The grains of sand slipped between her fingers with each new gash running across the place. Making chips spatter against the bottom that just threatened to break under their feet.

This was the closest touch of death Isabela ever felt. And damn, this was terrifying. No wonder Mirabel was so gucked up after being stuck in the collapsing Casita.

And what Isabela did understood was the fact she had ti do something bher skin itched, needing to run, dig the way through the debris before Luisa lost the last bits of her stamina.

No matter for scared Isabela was inside, if she wanted nothing nore than to shout. She couldn't afford it. Because three of them needed help.

She closed her eyes, focusing to feel the soil otside of their deathly cell. Sprouting the plants.

Sweat rolled off her forehead in big balls of liquid. Leaving wet stains on the gray when she was trying to pull the way out. Slowly, pushing every bit of her energy to the limit. Pushing weed roots between the blocked way, trying to create some resemblance of escape.

Isabela needed to be present on spot to look over Mirabel. But also push herself to the point where he gift caused her physical pain. Because it wasn't accounted for such heavy lifting.

Black spots crawled into her vision, her head was spinning making it impossible to focus. Because Isabela was too damn aware she wasn't supposed to push her gift this far. And lack of fresh air didn't help either. She already wanted to throw up, barely able to hpld Mirabel. Luckily, the latter seemed to calm down a bit by now. She still looked sickly pale, teemblings against Isabela. But wasn't as hysterical as in the beginning. Her eyes shut tight, blocking away the sight of running damage.

Isabela dug her nails into the floor, letting them scratch and break against the rock. Hurt and tired. To the point where staying conclusion was taking way too much effort. But still she forced herself to keep going. It wasn't just about her, they all needed to get out and be free.

In this tired sense of mind, Isabela didn't notice whenever her plants were getting stomped on mote and more, when ground was sqeaking from people coming closer.

The sound was breaking in, ringing against the cold walls. Hammering when the roscks thatt blocked exit were oushed aside.

Isabeaa found herself unable to move to her fresh gulp pf airr, feeliing as if she wwas weighted down by a ton of trees. Every finger was stiff and cold. Lights were flickering, jumping in a pointless lump.

Her body felt so unnaturally heavy. Isabela did a quick move to lift her head from her pillow. Ache still was present, buried deep inside her bones.

What... oh, right. She rubbed her temples, letting out a groan. So, they got home... nice to know.

For a bit she stared at the pile on her floor. Or, of she was more specific, her sisters.

"Oh, you're awake?!" Luisa said, beaming. Making Mirabel squint to check if Luisa was saying truth. The latter face got turned into some scared nervous form of guilt. Drowning her features with worry

Isabela nodded, pulling the bllanket over her head. She just was so tired, and Luisa was too loud for her tolerance. The question of what the pair did in her room wasn't the matter she actually questioned. At the very least, not now, too tired to actually care. The door slammed shut behing the middle child, sending a throbs of shaking pain to Isabela's head.

She had really overdone it, hadn't she?

She felt like she was drowning, water sipped into her lungs, leaving rock on her chest that pinned her to a sandy bottom. Making it hard to move against the still waves of the sea.

It didn't take long for Julieta to rush in, carefully checking to make sure Isabela was unharmed.

"I'm fine, I promise." She sighed, patting her mother by the arm. "Just a bit tired"

Things around were put in some resemblance of order. Isabela didn't remember much from what happened. Supposingly they got helped and digged out, but she wasn't sure. Her most prevalent memory was exhaustion and pain.

Mama's cooking didn't actually help with overexhaustion, whenever magical or by physically pushing limits too far. But the warmness growing in her chest with each bite was enough of a relief. Before she inevitably dropped back in her sheets. Unable to stand the beating drums inside her head.

Isabela wasn't sure when she actually woke up. Not in a broken messy state but as an actual comprehended state. Able to get up. Plants around her lifted their sleepy heads, watching how Isabela dropped off her bed in the darkness.

According to how her sisters were still aslerp it must be deep in the night.

Why were they in her room anyway?

Were they alright? Isabela prayed so. Well, they were awake earlier and now looked relatively unharmed.

She had to question what would happen after.

Mirabel felt like she couldn't breathe. She didn't see it, but the loud noice creeped in the cracks of her mind. Something broke next to her, threating to swallow her into a puddle of wax.

This is just so inward feeling. Like a house that was burning into pile over her head. Leaving her shake in terror, pointlessly praying that candle wouldn't be harmed.

Occasional grunts coming from Luisa (that seemed loud enough to make already unstable cave shake) didn't give Mirabel much comfort. Only setting her off into the anxious reminder. And Isabela was getting too sweaty to be comfortable in her grip.

They were in pain because of Mirabel. They— they were going to die! Because of her. Air was getting stiff and cold and Mirabel was sure they were going to die because everything just kept ruining around her.

With Mirabel managed to open her eyes, the first thing she saw was her first-born sister, carelessly drinking cafe con leche

"Why are you out of bed?" Mirabel scolded her, almost by instinct. She needed something to do. Not to think about a house (or a cave) collapsing on her and killing her off.

Isabela moved her shoulders indifferently. "I'm feeling better. Gotta make use of the time."

The room was unusually quiet for post-rebuilding Isabela. Sending Mirabel off, because she wasn't used for this

"So what are you two doing?" Isabela chuckled, eyeing the matrass on the floor. "I appreciate a company, but maybe you should've asked."

"My room isn't big enough to put a bag for Luisa's size on the floor." Teenaged admitted briefly, shifting under the heavy arm.

Isabela tilted her head. "Aren't you always stay in Luisa's–" Her words trauled off, hanging without a thread while Isabela's face shifted. Probably realizing.

Luisa's room wasn't an option to sleep in. For anyone.

This wasn't safe at all so—

Breathe, don't worry, please.

This was too tight and Mirabel wasn't conformable. Nothing new in that, but...

Casita wasn't safe, outside wasn't safe.

She swallowed the bile in her throat.

"Hey!" Isabela almost fell off her feet when she got up too sudden. "It's okay, it's okay." She wrapped her arm arlund Mirabel, trying to get her to calm a bit

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Things had mostly settled by tomorrow's morning. Isabela still felt faint much to her displeasure. But she was seemingly better and was able to spend the day as usual.

Isabela threw her head into her hands, giving a sideeye to Luisa and her coffee. Noting how big hands were in a desperate need of manicure right now.

(Right. Mama could heal but magic didn't bring them to normal shape)

They stood quiet, Luisa hummed something under her nose. A bit paler and twitchier than usual. Ateast she didn't start to pverwork again as it was expected, preffering to spend ridiculous amount of time with Mirabel instead whenevershe was awake. Isabela traced the thin edges of the thorns on her plant. The pot stood bright with all the colours Isabela painted it in, making it look like a blot of the rainbow

"So what did happen?" Isabela tilted her head, flopping the hair behing her shoulder. The younger sister turned her head, staring down at her. "When I passed out?"

"Uhm... you think I know when you passed out?" Luisa spreaded her arm in confusion.

Isabela stretched, trying to act as repose as it was humanly possibly. Ignoring the itching of soreness on her skin. "Who got us out?"

This was question Isabela did wonder about. She wasn't conclusion to do anything, Mirabel was barely a help without a gift and her creeping trauma from Casita's collapse. And Luisa seemed mostly stuck in attempt not to let them be crushed to death.

"Yeah, just some willagers got noted and worked out to clean the way and put support. I think. I wasn't really paying attention too."

"Well, good thing we got out, huh?" Isabela chuckled, lending a punch on Luisa's arm.

This shit was scary. Hearing the stuff breaking and knowing that in the moment it all finaly went off, there was no chance in the world to survive it. The need to dig out of this grave was so painful and scary.

Luisa bit her lip, looking away. "Listen, I'm sorry..." She muttered, playing with her fingers. The said words rang against the tiles. "I was supposed..."

"Don't worry about it, we are all unharmed, so what's the matter?"

Well, except for Mirabel's worsened trauma, but in this case they could just blame Casita to begin with.

"Well, we still almost died–" Luisa's voice trailed off, leaving a weird predicament

This made Isabela stop, a flower on the cactus sprouted in surprise, because Luisa talked about herself too. "You also thought you could die?" She tried to digest this fact. Luisa was nearly impossible to hurt, thanks to magic. And even is she was in pain and held something too heavy even for her strenght, it was unimaginable to hear about this.

Luisa's eye twitched, playing with her fingers. And here, for a stiff tickle, Isabela started to question if Mirabel was the only one set not to use Luisa's room.

"Don't overthink it." Isabela knew how to act careless, and between the cold trio she tended to anxiety the least. And they were alive, so what was the problem? "We'll be fine."

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