#eomeoni

[michyeosseo]

Mother, I can see right through you.

Yoon Hae Young as JANG SE-MI LADY DURIAN (2023) 1.16

[sheerfreesia007]

Interrupting the Festivities

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Word count: 4,992

Content warnings: Fluff, suggestive, pregnancy, birth

Summary: It’s been a busy year for the two of you and you surprise Lee Know with a sweet little reveal that your family is going to be growing!

Minduelle: Dandelion, Ssang-dung-i-deul: Twins, Agi: baby, Eomeoni: mother, Gongjag: Peacock, Jagiya: Sweetheart

Part One: Dandelions

The smell of Spring was in the air as Minho stood at the back door of his family’s vacation home. He leaned up against the open door frame while crossing his arms of his chest and smiling softly as he spotted Minduelle walking through the field behind the house. He watches as she smiles softly and lets her hand gently graze along the tops of the tall grass, she’s dressed in a pretty sky blue sundress that’s dotted with little yellow flowers. Her hair is tied back from her face but flows freely down her back as the soft wind makes it flutter and dance behind her. She’s a picture of beauty and he can’t help but to pull his cell phone out and capture her picture quickly before he pushes off from the door frame and heads down the steps into the field.

It takes him no time to reach her and he’s easily sweeping her up into his arms and spinning her around in the air much to her squealing delight as she braces her hands against his shoulders while gazing down at him lovingly. He stops spinning her and slowly lowers her down the front of his body, feeling her every curve against him as her feet gently touch the ground. Her face is flushed and her eyes sparkle with delight as she looks up at him adoringly, her hands come up to cup his face and he watches as her eyes dart around taking him in quietly with a soft look on her face.

”What is it Mindeulle?” He asks softly as his own hands come up to cover hers.

”Just wondering what features our ssang-dung-i-duel will have from you and which ones they’ll have from me.” She says sweetly. Minho frowns softly at your words before he watches one of your hands fall from his face to cover your stomach. He blinks once, twice, thrice and you chuckle softly at his confusion before suddenly things start to click into place in his mind.

He had noticed your hesitation to have breakfast in the morning the past couple of weeks but you had only reassured him that it was just the changing of the seasons as Spring started to make itself known. But now as he stared down at your patiently waiting eager face and then lower to your hand covering your stomach he finally understood.

”You’re pregnant? With twins?” He asked in a soft tone as his eyes widened slightly at the knowledge.

”We’re pregnant with twins. You helped make me this way.” You corrected him with a gentle eye roll and he smirked softly at your implication before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips heatedly.

”We can do that again.” He teased and you rolled your eyes once more at him as you scoffed.

”This was supposed to be a sweet moment. How did you already turn it dirty?” You asked exasperated and he smirked down at you.

”Didn’t you know that’s my super power?” He asked smugly and you scoffed softly at him before he cupped your face and pulled you into a kiss. “My heart is so full right now. I can’t tell you how happy I am right now. We’re going to have two little ones.” He whispered against your lips and you beamed happily up at him before pressing your lips to his once more. “Twins.” He whispered and then you watched it sink in and his eyes widened comically. “Oh shit, twins.” He said softly and you began to chuckle at his shock.

”Relax, we’ll be fine.” You soothed him and he eyed you still shocked and surprised but there was a happy glitter in his eyes that made your heart melt. “We will get through this together. It will be fine.”

*-*-*-*

Everything was not fine as you had promised. Your morning sickness had suddenly amped up within the last month and it found you almost every morning in the bathroom emptying your stomach for the better part of an hour. Minho had grown concerned when everything that the doctor had suggested to help you wasn’t working and you hadn’t been able to keep much down. 

In his desperation he had called not only his mother for ideas on ways to help you keep things down but also your mother. Both women had easily descended on your home and had been coddling you excessively. Minho knew that you hated to be coddled like this but he couldn’t think of any other way to get help with your morning sickness. None of the books he had read about pregnancy had been all that helpful and he was really starting to grow concerned with your inability to keep anything in your stomach.

As it came closer and closer to the end of your first trimester Minho was worried that this would continue for the rest of your pregnancy. He couldn’t remember the last time that you were able to eat and keep down anything more than a few crackers, broth and water. Even your favorite tea managed to upset your stomach and he knew that it saddened you, you always loved a good cup of your favorite tea.

Right now as he placed a bowl of simple broth in front of you and a small stack of soup crackers he watched as you looked down at it before looking at his own soup bowl that was filled with vegetables and delectable thin slices of meat. Your stomach grumbled in hunger as your eyes took in his bowl of soup and Minho frowns softly wondering if he shouldn’t torture you by eating his meal in front of you, but he knows you’d protest not taking you meal with him. It was one of your favorite moments of the day, when the two of you would come together and just talk about your day while eating.

“Has the doctor said anything else about how to help your morning sickness and nausea?” he asked softly, still worrying about your inability to keep anything substantial in your stomach. He knew it couldn’t be healthy for you but he also worried that it wasn’t healthy for the babies either. He watches as your eyes stay glued to his soup bowl as he begins to eat before you answer him.

“She said that if it doesn’t get better once I hit my second trimester than she’ll have to put me on medication.” you tell him as you pick up your soup and drink your broth as your eyes still gaze at his bowl longingly. Minho nods his head before he begins to dig into his bowl as his eyes dance along your frame. “I’ve got half a mind to ask her to put me on the medication already, I’m so hungry.” you confess to him and he grimaces knowing that there wasn’t anything he could to help you with that unfortunately. “Being pregnant is rough enough already and then to not be able to eat anything besides crackers and broth.” you say with a frown, Minho watches as you pick up your chopsticks and steal a piece of water chestnut from his bowl and before he can stop you you slip the vegetable into your mouth still talking around it while you chew. “It’s not fair really, I mean I’m the one growing our twins and they’re stealing nutrients from me every hour but yet they won’t let me eat peacefully!” you complain goodnaturedly and Minho watches with wide eyes as you quickly steal another piece of water chestnut from his bowl and slip it quickly in your mouth before you groan loudly and let you eyes fall shut. He waits for your stomach to start rolling and for you to rush for the bathroom but when you continue sipping your soup and dipping your crackers into your broth he’s surprised.

“Mindeulle, sweetheart.” he says softly and you look up at him with a furrowed brow. “You just ate two water chestnuts. Is your stomach feeling alright?” he asked worriedly and you tilt your head cutely at him before your eyes widened comically along with his.

“I don’t feel sick. Minho! I don’t feel sick!” you rush out hurriedly as excitement fills your face and he can’t help but grin widely at how adorable you looked to him. “Is there more water chestnuts in the pot?” you asked him quickly as you stood from the table.

“Now wait, don’t overdo it. We don’t know if this is your body finally getting over the morning sickness or if it’s just accepting water chestnuts. It might reject all the other vegetables and meats.” he cautioned you and you nodded your head at his words.

“I want to try though. At least I know I can now have water chestnuts. That’s better than nothing.” you begin to ramble and he follows you back into the kitchen to help you get some vegetables to put in your soup. He takes the bowl from you and begins to put a few water chestnuts in your bowl before selecting one vegetable each from the others he had prepared. Just as he’s selecting the last vegetable you burst into loud sobs and Minho flinches with worry as he quickly turns to you still holding your bowl.

“Mindeulle! What? What is it? Are you okay? Is it the babies?” he asked panicked and you shake your head quickly trying to reassure him as tears continue race down your face as sobs rack your body. Minho sets your bowl down and quickly pulls you into his arms rubbing his hands down your back trying to soothe you. “Tell me, what’s wrong?” he tells you pleadingly and you look up at him.

“I’m just so happy that I can eat water chestnuts.” you sob and Minho stands there still rubbing your back before he begins to laugh loudly at your words. He knows he shouldn’t laugh but just the simple fact that you can stomach water chestnuts has you sobbing like your world was ending. 

“Oh sweetheart.” he coos softly at you as he tries to stop his laughing. He pulls you close into his body and envelops you in his warmth. “My poor agi.” he coos softly as you begin to calm down. Cupping your face he tilts it up to gaze into it before he leans forward and kisses you deeply.

After he gets you settled back into your place at the dining table he quickly shoots both your mother and his mother a text letting them know that your stomach has eased and you’re now happily eating vegetables in your soup. When they both respond in positive praise he then returns to his place at the dining table and watches you quietly as you eat your fill of vegetables and broth with a soft smile on his face.

*-*-*-*

Minho taps his hand against the steering wheel excitedly as he carefully watches traffic flowing around his car. A pop song plays on the radio before it’s suddenly changed to another station with a rock song, he smirks softly as his eyes dart over to you as you settle back into the passenger seat while your hand comes to lay flat against your rounded stomach. 

You’re now half through your second trimester and your baby bump is more prominent which has made Minho’s aegyo almost uncontrollable. He just loves looking over at you and seeing your round tummy knowing that the twins are in there. He’s constantly filled with love and awe every time he looks at you and he can’t control himself to keep his hands to himself anymore. You’ve begrudgingly accepted it even when you don’t want to be touched, you’ve told him that while you may not want to be touched the way his face lights up every time he sees you makes your heart melt and your body feel like jello.

“So will there be an ultrasound today?” he asks for the millionth time and you huff at him before shifting in your seat once again. As the twins continue to grow within you your discomfort skyrockets and Minho can’t imagine how uncomfortable it must be to have two babies growing within you. 

“Yes Min. I told you this. You know this.” you say tiredly with a long sigh as you try not to snap at him. He knows that your irritable attitude lately has only been because of how uncomfortable you’ve gotten so he tries to keep you as peaceful as possible but sometimes he knows he gets too excited for you. “I hope it won’t too long of a wait, they always ask for a urine sample and the twins are doing somersaults on my bladder.” you say softly as you huff out a breath while shifting once more in your seat. Minho gently takes your hand in his before raising it to his lips trying to ease you.

“Well you tell those two to cut it out and give their Eomeoni a break.” he says firmly and you smile beautifully at him before your eyes begin to tear up. “Oh no, no, no, no. I didn’t mean to make you cry agi.” he coos softly and you quickly brush under your eyes catching the tears as they fall.

“It’s okay, I’m just a mess lately.” you say quickly and Minho smiles softly at you giving you a moment to compose yourself as he pulls into the parking lot of the doctor’s office.

“What caused the waterworks this time?” he asked gently as he parked the car and you scoffed softly at him causing him to grin widely at you.

“Calling me their Eomeoni.” you confess quietly and he beams over at you. “Don’t start, it just hit me a little harder than normally.” you warn him and he quickly gets out of the car before rushing around it to your door and helping you out. He wraps his arms around you loosely and rubs his nose gently against yours before pecking your lips. “Don’t make me cry in the parking lot.” you warn him and he grins down at you feeling his heart swell to its limits at how much he loves you.

“I won’t, I won’t.” he promises and you nod your head at him before he begins to guide you towards the doctor’s office eager to see what the twins look like now since the last ultrasound. He idly wonders if he can convince the nurse to let him keep all the pictures they take today.

*-*-*-*

“Mindeulle, are you sure that’s what you actually want to eat? That sounds disgusting, soy sauce and vanilla ice cream? That’s going to give you heartburn.” he said into the phone as he walked down the freezer aisle looking for the ice cream.

“Please Minho, I need it. In fact it’s a straight order from the twins and you wouldn’t deprive them would you?” you whine over the phone and Minho chuckles softly at you.

“Well if it’s a straight order from the twins how could I deny them?” he humors you and hears you huff softly at him and he chuckles softly. “What now?” he asks softly and hears your soft grumble.

“You’d deny their Eomeoni but if it’s from the twins you get them whatever they want.” you gripe out softly and Minho bursts out into happy laughter.

“Are you really jealous of our twins right now?” he asks amusedly and you huff at him. “And am I not at the grocery store right now picking up soy sauce and vanilla ice cream for the three of you?” he asked smugly.

“Yes, yes but it’s because the twins need it.” you counter and he laughs at you again.

“I love you crazy woman. I’ll never deny you of anything unless it’d harm you.” he tells you honestly and you sigh wistfully over the line.

“How can you annoy me one second and then make my heart melt the next? It’s not fair. How am I supposed to not jump your bones as soon as you walk through the door?” you whine softly and Minho straightens against the grocery cart with interest at your words.

“Is that so?” he asks softly and you huff softly in his ear.

“I’ve been needy for you since you left. It doesn’t make any sense. I want the food but I want you too. So much.” you whine softly and Minho quickly rushes to the ice cream section before grabbing the most rich vanilla ice cream he can spot before heading to the registers.

“You better be naked on the couch waiting for me when I get home.” he says in a heated whisper into the phone.

“But the ice cream.” you whine softly and he huffs softly at you.

“I will feed it to you while you sit on my cock.” he grunts out and you keen loudly in his ear. Minho doesn’t bother to put the shopping cart back in its rightful place as he pays for the ice cream and runs out of the store to his car as he hears you shuffling in the background removing your clothes.

*-*-*-*

Your living room has exploded with Christmas wrapping paper, bows, bags, and name tags among the boxes of gifts that you may have overdone purchasing for everyone you loved. But as you sit in the middle of it all with Jisung and Gongjag sitting on the sofa and the armchair helping you keep everything organized and helping with the wrapping of the gifts. The Christmas tree that you and Minho had set up and decorated sat in the corner twinkling with its sparkling lights and eclectic assortment of ornaments kept catching your attention and distracting you.

This morning Minho had to leave early to head into the office for an issue that couldn’t be handled remotely. He had told you he hadn’t wanted to leave you so close to your due date, it was still two weeks away but the doctor had cautioned that you could go into labor at any moment now. Not to mention the twins had been more active lately not being able to settle or lay still for very long which had caused you quite a bit of pain effectively causing Minho to become more overprotective of you. But he ultimately had to leave you for the day to finish up work. He had made a call to Jisung and Gongjag asking them to stay with you today while he was away. You hadn’t agreed with his reasoning of having to bother your friends to keep watch of you but you had to admit that you enjoyed the company as you laughed at Jisung sticking his tongue out at his wife from the armchair as she flung a bow at him. 

You burst into uncontrollable laughter when the bow stuck to his head as you stood there in the middle of the multiple rolls of wrapping paper. As you continued to laugh as Jisung flinched back and tried to remove the bow as Gongjag teased him you suddenly felt a wet warmth form and then flow down your legs and you looked at Gongjag with wide eyes as you gasped loudly. Gongjag looked over at you worriedly before her eyes widened in her face and she quickly jumped from the sofa and rushed over to you.

“Your water broke. We have to go to the hospital. C’mon let’s get you changed quickly and we’ll drive you.” she guided you softly as you stared at her worriedly.

“Minho, we have to tell Minho.” you gasped out softly when a sharp pain raced across your stomach causing you to grip it tightly with your hand.

“Okay, we’ll tel him. Breathe through your nose remember.” Gongjag instructed as she guided you out of the living room and towards your bedroom. “Jisung grab her hospital bag! Put it in the car!” Gongjag called out to him over her shoulder and you could hear him rushing around the apartment.

“On it!” he called before the front door slammed shut. Gongjag easily helped you out of your wet yoga pants and handed you a fresh pair of underwear and sweats before bending down to help you step into the clothes.

“I’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing.” you rushed out worriedly and Gongjag shook her head as you stood after dressing you.

“Don’t worry agi. We all love you and are gonna help you birth these babies.” she cooed softly at you and you burst into tears at her kind hearted words. “Oh agi. No tears, this is a happy moment. You can tell the ssang-dung-i-deul all about how their Auntie helped them come into this world when they’re older. Preferably on the eighteenth birthday in front of everyone.” she said conspiratorially and you chuckled watery at her words as you nodded your head. You hissed suddenly as another contraction gripped you and Gongjag looked at her watch timing the contraction before leading you out of the bedroom towards the front door where Jisung stood waiting anxiously as he shifted from one foot to the other. You burst out in stilted laughter as you spotted the bow still stuck to his head and Gongjag rolled her eyes at him.

“The babies are coming!” Jisung suddenly rushed out and you chuckled once more at him as the bow bounced on his head as he erratically moved trying to find the best place for himself to be helpful.

“Ji pabo. You go first and get the car started.” Gongjag instructs him. “Then come back and wait at the bottom of the stairs while I walk Mindeulle down.” You huff softly as another contraction grips you as you all walk out of the apartment before Jisung rushes off down to the car. “I swear he’d lose his head in an emergency.” she says softly to herself and you laugh softly at her words while you nod your head.

“But he’s too sweet for his own good.” you tell her and she nods her head avidly at your words.

“Oh absolutely. He wants to help, he just doesn’t know what to do or how to help. My sweet clueless jagiya.” she says softly and you chuckle softly as you come up to the stairs leading down into the parking lot. Just as Jisung came walking to the bottom of the stairs and you had made it a little more than half way down the stairs a contraction hit you so intensely that it made you double over on the stairs. Jisung immediately wrapped his arms around you and guided you down the stairs as you hissed and tried to suck in air through your nose.

“I got you Mindeulle.” he said softly as his hand came up to cover your stomach. “We gotta tell these little ones to cut you some slack.” he teased and you grinned at him while walking to their car. Jisung helped you into the backseat before sliding in on the other side while Gongjag sat in the driver’s seat and began pulling out of the parking lot quickly.

“We have to call Minho.” you gasped out softly and Jisung nodded his head while pulling out his cell phone as Gongjag drove as safely and quickly to the hospital.

“Yah Minho!” Jisung greeted anxiously as you gripped his hand tightly in your own as you did your breathing exercises. “You need to meet us at the hospital!” Jisung said worriedly before crying out loudly as you gripped his hand tightly as a contraction ripped through your lower half as you cried out loudly in pain.

“Easy Mindeulle, we’re almost there.” Gongjag tried to reassure you as Jisung nodded his head at you.

“Minho, just get to the hospital!” shouted Jisung into the phone before hanging up. You knew that Minho would probably be in a panic now after that phone call and probably after hearing you in the background but you couldn’t focus on that as you felt the contractions start coming closer and closer together as you squirmed in the backseat of the car.

*-*-*-*

Minho rushes through the emergency doors of the hospital gasping for breath and looking around frantically at everyone that was in the waiting room. He spotted the nurse at the front desk and rushed over to it feeling out of breath and worried beyond belief.

“Excuse me” he panted softly and the nurse looked up at him concerned.

“Can I help you?” she asked curiously and he nodded his head.

“My wife, she’s giving birth and was rushed here by our friends.” he tried to explain to her but his words came out staccato.

“What’s the last name dear?” she asked kindly with a soft smile on her face.

“Lee.” he told her and she nodded her head as she typed in the name hurriedly before looking through the records in the computer. 

“Third floor, room three hundred forty one.” she told him. “Take the elevators right over there to the third floor.” she instructed him before pointing towards two elevators in the corner of the room. Minho nodded his head and thanked her quickly before rushing to the elevators. He anxiously waited for the elevators to arrive before quickly getting into them and pressing the button for the third floor. He shifted on his feet as the elevator rose from the first floor and tried to calm himself down to not be completely panicked.

When the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened Minho quickly walked out and was greeted by a nurse at another front desk.

“Can I help you?” she asked kindly and Minho walked hurriedly over to her.

“My wife is giving birth in room three hundred forty one. I need to be with her please.” he rushed out and she smiled widely at him.

“Can I see your i.d. please?” she asked quickly and he easily pulled his wallet out before showing her his i.d. She smiled while nodding her head and pressed a button that unlocked the door leading further into the maternity ward. “Right down the hallway on the left.” she instructed and Minho nodded his head before quickly rushing down the hallway.

When he came to the door for room three hundred forty one he could hear you groaning loudly from within before he knocked quickly on the door. It opened suddenly and Minho was greeted by a panicked looking Jisung.

“Oh thank god you’re here!” he cried happily before pulling Minho into the room. Minho stood there for a moment quickly taking in the room before he spotted you on the bed sweaty and panting softly as you gritted your teeth.

“Are you the husband?” asked the doctor who was moving towards the end of your bed and Minho nodded quickly before he moved to your side. You looked over at him and sighed softly when your eyes connected with his.

“You almost missed it.” you said sorrowfully and Minho shook his head quickly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” he whispered to you before guiding you to sit forward as he climbed into the bed behind you and wrapped his arms around your body like the two of you had planned for your birth. Your body fell heavily back against his chest and he sturdily kept you upright as he pressed sweet kisses to the side of your face. “You’re doing so well agi. So well. I’m so proud of you.” he whispered in your ear.

“Alright Mrs. Lee, on the count of three I need you to push. We’re at the end now.” the doctor instructed you and Minho felt you shake your head at his words.

“C’mon Mindeulle. We have to push. Our ssang-dung-i-deul are coming.” Minho whispered into your ear and your head lolled back against his shoulder.

“I’m so tired.” you panted out and Minho nodded his head while interlacing your fingers with his as he shifted back against the bed.

“Alright, one, two, three!” said the doctor loudly and Minho leaned forward with you as you gripped his fingers tightly as you screamed in pain. “Good! There’s one!” said the doctor as he handed one baby to an awaiting nurse who quickly moved to clean up the baby. Minho gasped as the sound of a loud wail filled the room and he beamed proudly as he pressed more kisses to the side of your head. “One more time, count of three. Let’s get that little girl out here.” the doctor said encouragingly. “One, two, three!” Minho leaned forward once more with you as you screamed and gripped his fingers again. He watched wide eyed as your daughter was slipped from your body and handed off to another nurse who quickly moved to clean her off. When he heard the wail of his little girl Minho sagged back against the bed with you laying heavily on his chest and he began to chuckle softly as tears fell from his eyes.

“Here you are Eomeoni.” came the sweet soft voice of the first nurse and Minho watched in awe as she gently placed your son in your arms, laying him on your chest. Minho stared down at the two of you as his body began to shake with so much emotion coursing through him before the second nurse came over with your daughter and laid her on the other side of your chest. His arms came around the three of you protectively as he pressed kisses into your hairline while tears still slipped down his face.

He’s so enraptured by the beautiful moment of his little family expanding by two that he doesn’t notice Jisung proudly snapping picture after picture on his cell phone to later send to the happy exhausted parents.

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[🌾] 003. market- favorite enemy series

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the sun shone brightly that saturday morning, casting warm rays over the houses that lined the narrow street. the homes of you and mingyu were separated by just a street and a childhood rivalry that never seemed to fade, no matter the age. childhood friends who spent more time bickering than anything else, you told everyone you were enemies, but the feeling went far beyond mutual teasing.

you sleepily walked downstairs, the familiar aroma of fresh coffee filling the kitchen and welcoming you comfortingly. dressed in loose pajamas, you entered the kitchen distractedly, waving to your mother who was finishing up breakfast. however, when you looked up, you froze.

sitting in your favorite spot, right next to your mother, was mingyu. he smiled mischievously when he noticed the look of displeasure on your face. it was a smug smile, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

"good morning, slacker," he teased, taking a sip of coffee as if he owned the place.

you narrowed your eyes. "who let this imposter in?"

"imposter? are you hearing this, eomeoni?" mingyu shot back, redirecting the conversation to your mom, laughing.

you rolled your eyes, moving closer to the table and deliberately bumping his head as you sat down. mingyu complained, rubbing the spot where you hit him, but his smile didn't fade. you settled in across from him, making it clear you were there to annoy him just as much as he was annoying you.

"you know that's my spot, right?" you grumbled, pushing a piece of toast onto your plate.

"i know," he replied with a cheeky grin, pushing his coffee cup toward you. "but whoever wakes up late gets the leftover spot."

"oh yeah?" you took his cup, bringing it to your lips and taking a sip, just to see his reaction. mingyu gasped, staring at you in disbelief.

"hey, that's my coffee!" he protested, but didn't move to take the cup back.

"it's mine now." you took a long, deliberate sip, your eyes locked on his the entire time.

your mom, watching the amusing interaction between the two of you, seized the moment to ask a favor. “y/n, why don't you and mingyu go to the market to pick up the order for me? it's too heavy for me to carry.”

you almost choked on your coffee, turning to your mom with an exaggerated look of horror. “go with him? in the same car?”

your mom laughed, shaking her head. “oh, stop it. it's just a quick trip to the market.”

you shot a glare at mingyu, who just smiled. "come on, y/n. don't be a killjoy. or are you afraid to be alone with me?"

“i'm not afraid of anything, especially not you,” you muttered, but your mom gave you that insistent look you couldn't ignore.

a few minutes later, you were in mingyu's car. he unlocked the door and, before you got in, started laying down his rules with the authority of a drill sergeant.

“first thing: get in with clean feet. i don't want you dirtying up my car. second: don't mess with the seat, it's adjusted exactly how i like it. third: no playing your horrible music. and-”

before he could continue, you had already entered with dirty feet on purpose, adjusted the seat forward, and started fiddling with the radio to play your peculiar playlist that he couldn't stand. mingyu looked at you in disbelief.

“i just told you the rules!” he exclaimed, but you just shrugged, acting as if you hadn't heard anything.

“you didn't expect me to obey, did you?” you said casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

mingyu grumbled but couldn't help but smile. your stubbornness was one of the things he hated and loved at the same time. the drive to the market was filled with silly arguments about the music, the seat adjustment, and the dirty shoes, but deep down, that was your dynamic—and neither of you would trade it for anything.

when you arrived at the market, mingyu went straight to pick up the order. you, however, quickly got distracted in the snacks aisle, grabbing colorful packets and analyzing each one. mingyu, with the heavy bags in hand, watched you from afar, shaking his head but with a soft smile he couldn't contain.

after a few minutes, you noticed his presence, the heavy bags pulling his arms down. you ran over to him, grabbing one of the bags.

"let me help, you're carrying everything," you said, trying to lighten his load.

mingyu shook his head. “i can handle it, y/n. these bags are too heavy for you.”

you insisted, trying to take the bag back. "i'm not made of porcelain, mingyu. besides, if you pass out here, how will i explain it to my mom?"

he laughed, finally giving in and letting you take one of the bags. your fingers brushed his for a moment, and both of you fell silent, the weight of the interaction both familiar and yet different. you held the bag with determination, and mingyu watched in silence, with a mix of pride and something else he preferred not to name.

as you walked back to the car, mingyu glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, noticing the frown on your face as you carried the bag. this was the same y/n—stubborn and independent—and he couldn't imagine his life without those daily bickering sessions. maybe you were childhood enemies, but it was the best enmity he could have.

you walked side by side toward the parking lot, the bags swaying gently in your hands. you walked in silence, a comfortable silence that you rarely shared, but that seemed perfectly fitting at that moment.

as mingyu talked about some random topic, you suddenly stopped, your eyes widening as you spotted someone familiar approaching from the opposite direction. the playful smile on your face vanished instantly, and you instinctively hid behind mingyu, using his body as a shield. he stopped walking, frowning in confusion at your behavior.

"y/n, what are you doing?" he asked, turning his head to try and see you.

before you could answer, mingyu noticed the figure approaching. his body automatically tensed, recognizing the man heading toward you with a sneering smile. it was your ex-boyfriend, a guy mingyu could never stand. he knew the guy was a jerk, the kind of person who made you wonder how someone as smart as you had fallen for his charm.

your ex stopped in front of you, his eyes piercing you with an unpleasant familiarity. “y/n, what a coincidence to run into you here,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

you didn't respond, keeping yourself firmly behind mingyu, who, sensing your discomfort, adopted a protective stance. he moved slightly to block the man's view of you, shooting a hard look that said much more than words could express.

"no coincidence at all," mingyu shot back, his voice firm and cold. "what do you want?"

your ex gave a sarcastic smile, ignoring the question and trying to peek at you behind mingyu. "just wanted to say hi. it's been a while, right, y/n?" he said, stepping closer.

you remained silent, trying to make yourself invisible, but mingyu had no patience for games. he took a large step forward, forcing the guy to back off a bit.

“she doesn't want to talk to you. so you'd better move on and stop bothering her,” mingyu said, his voice carrying authority. he didn't raise his voice, but the implicit threat was clear.

your ex found it amusing, but he knew that with mingyu by your side, he wouldn't be able to get to you. "all right, all right, no need to get mad hyung," he said mockingly, casting one last look at you before walking away.

as soon as he disappeared from view, you let out a shaky sigh, feeling the weight of relief mixed with the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. mingyu turned to you, his face relaxing as he noticed how shaken you were. the silence stretched for a moment, laden with emotions neither of you knew how to express.

not knowing exactly how to break the tension, mingyu decided to follow his usual instinct – to tease you. a wry smile appeared on his lips as you both headed back to the car.

“you don’t know how to do anything right, do you?” he began, a playful tone in his voice. “not even pick a decent boyfriend.”

you looked at him, first with a surprised expression, which quickly turned into a mix of irritation and relief. the familiar teasing was, in a way, comforting. “look who’s talking,” you retorted, trying to sound confident, but there was still a slight tremor in your voice. “as if you were an expert in picking girlfriends.”

mingyu laughed, that warm laugh that always seemed to ease any tension. “i might not be an expert, but at least i don’t hide behind other people,” he teased, giving you a light nudge with his elbow.

you gave him a gentle tap on the arm, which only made him laugh more. “you’re an idiot,” you murmured, but there was a faint smile on your lips.

when you finally got into the car, the atmosphere felt lighter. mingyu glanced at you, who was looking out the window, trying to collect your thoughts. he could see you were still trying to process what had happened, so, for the first time in a long time, he decided to say nothing. the silence was comfortable, and sometimes, it was all you needed.

as he drove back home, with the radio playing softly the song you had chosen, mingyu gave a slight smile, more to himself than anyone else.

“hey, you,” he finally said, his voice softer than usual.

“what’s up, gyu?” you responded, still looking out the window, but with a somewhat calmer tone.

“you know i’m here for you, right?” the words came out without much pretense, but their meaning was much deeper than anything else he could have said.

you turned to look at him, a serious expression on your face before you finally relaxed. “i know,” you replied softly, and this time, without any teasing.

and, for the first time that day, the silence between you was more than just a pause – it was an understanding.

taglist: @tacosandbitch @hamji-hae @babbyypeenk @simpxxstan @oiiviagrande @hobiiimingyu @caaaptaaainamericaaa @soffiyuhh

[wildestdreamsblog]

Latibule Spinoff: Elysian II

Pairing: Doctor/Mafia!Kim Seokjin x Intern!Reader 

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: heheheheheee

Masterlist, Part II of __

Kim Seokjin blinked owlishly as you run past him in a hurry with your white coat hanging on your arm and the sound of your heels hitting the floor before completely skidding to a stop. It was already late in the evening and you still had energy to run in the hospital lobby. Seokjin was starting to wonder what you were fed as a child to be this vibrant. Additionally, though, he was now starting to think what he fed Jungkook as a child for him to be as energetic as you.

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I run again?” you asked with a teasing smile on your face, your breaths huffing. You saw the most handsome man walked confidently across the lobby, his hand clutching his briefcase and you knew he was done for the day. That was the moment you ran from the second floor to the ground floor just to annoy your crush. You were too busy today with your patients and papers that you had no time to go to his office and bat your eyelashes at him.

It was entertaining to watch his cheeks and ears reddened whenever he saw you doing that, or whenever you verbally appreciated his beauty. You thought he was embarrassed for you and you found it immensely charming. In fact, flirting with him was the highlight of your day and you always made sure to see him on a daily basis which you noted was difficult.

Sometimes, Kim Seokjin was nowhere to be found for days. You wondered where he went whenever he disappeared. On days after he was gone, he seemed to be more tolerant of your teasing quips. On days after he returned, you could have sworn he looked at you a little bit fondly for a second and then it was gone.

“This is not the first time I saw you, Doctor Y/N,” he replied calmly, his hand in his pocket as he rested his eyes on yours.

“Yes, but I’m running out of pickup lines to use. I still need conduct further research,” you tilted your head to the side as you looked up at the tall man. “When are you even going to ask me out, Doctor Kim?”

“W-what?”

“I mean, you better hurry up or else someone might snatch me up. My mother did say that I’m the most beautiful girl in the world and I am known for being a good girl and believing every word my mother said.”

His brows furrowed at the thought of someone snatching you away from his grasp. But, you weren’t his, right? He had no hold over you, right? So why did that leave a sour taste on his mouth? Why then did he fist his hands so tight he almost felt pain knowing that he had long couldn’t?

You had no idea of the darkness that was clouding his mind and instead, you smiled sweetly at him before waving him goodbye, satisfied that you once again managed to render the smartest man in this hospital speechless and blushing profusely. That was an achievement, you giggled.

But then you turned to look at him again, your hand touching your lips and then dramatically pointing it to him. That was all it took to get him out of the darkness that was caging him once again. The mafia prince didn’t know what to make of the power you had over his darkness, a darkness that he spent a good decade reigning in.

You tapped your knuckles against his office door twice before opening the door. Kim Seokjin was the image of focus as he stared intensely at his laptop, his brows slightly furrowed with his glasses resting on his aristocrat nose. He looked up when he heard the sound of several tupperwares hitting his table.

“Eomeoni said that she courted appa by cooking and bringing him meals everyday in his office,” you started conversationally as you opened the lids. Seokjin was helpless as soon as the aromatic smell reached him that his own stomach decided to betray him and communicate how empty it was.

He coughed to cover his embarrassment, “Your mother courted your father?”

“Yes. Her method was effective, though,” you grinned at him as you placed the chopsticks in front of him. You sat in front of him before starting to eat. “She also did say to follow my dreams, so here I am.”

You met his eyes before winking at him. Seokjin’s face radiated with a warm, pinkish blush which happened to be a true testament to his extremely flustered state that only you could bring out of him. And you staring at him like that was not helping him at all.

His hands shook as his mind went to the default setting: to push you away.

“I have patients coming in…”

You blinked owlishly at him before looking down at your wristwatch. “It’s 5:47 am. Check-ups starts at 7:00 am. We have time.”

“I-I don’t eat.”

The silence was loud as you processed what he just said, and you knew what an ‘I don’t want to spend time with you’ looked like. You nodded your head before standing up. “Okay.”

You stopped yourself from showing your disappointment. You brought your chopsticks down before wordlessly closing the lids on the meals your prepared at an ungodly hour. You returned them all in the paper bag before bowing at him and leaving. He watched it all as you refused to meet his eyes for the first time since you met him.

He groaned when you closed the door, and he was once again left with the silence he was used to. He rested his head on his hands in frustration. What was wrong with him, he thought. He didn’t eat? What was he, a fucking vampire? Yes, he had a clear and fair skin, and yes, he looked like he was not aging. And of course, his beauty was out of this world. But he was just beautiful! What could he do? Should he blame his mother that used to be a top model for his good genes?

Or should he blame his already system that was already beyond repair even before you came into his life?  

Kim Seokjin eyes kept on shifting to the door and then back to his screen for a moment. However, it was as though he was powerless from looking back to the door again. The presentation that they deemed to be important was merely a white noise to him, even as the doctors kept on looking at him for approval. They found none as his face remained impassive.

He looked down on his phone, and even your usual good morning was not there and he loathed it. Granted that he never replied, but he still kept the messages. It brought him something akin to warmth in his chest when he received your messages on his phone. Reading your adorable messages was the highlight of his morning. But now, his phone was unusually quiet and you were nowhere to be found. It displaced him. It vexed him. And it confused him. Seokjin glared at the emptiness of your chair with such disgust and irritation that the presenter gulped from the darkness that crossed his face. They all wanted to please him, not only was he in the highest position but he was also the major stockholder of the hospital.

Suffice to say, Kim Seokjin was the most powerful man in the hospital. Unbeknownst to them though, his power spread beyond the corners of the hospital and into the darkness of the world.

“Director Kim?” the presenter he didn’t care to remember the name called for his attention. Leisurely, he brought his eyes from his phone to the sweating man. He didn’t even care to hide the fact that he was more focused on the phone than the presentation. He read all about it and he was not pleased one bit.

“I believe you graduated at the top of your class, Doctor Choi, am I correct?” he regarded him with an unimpressed look. He waved his hand before the man could even respond. He didn’t need his affirmation. “Did your school have an extremely low population? Did they have-“ he tilted his head to come up with a better word than what he was thinking. “-subpar qualifications? Was bribery involved?”

He met each and everyone’s eyes before standing up slowly in heavy disappointment. “Fix this. Or I’ll personally call all the organizations that awarded this hospital as the best and tell them that they made a terribly, colossal blunder and have them take all the certifications away.”

—-

“Hyuuuuung, why are you even doing here?” Jungkook, their youngest brother, whined as he watched his oldest hyung laid out on his office sofa. He had his phone up, glaring at it as though it personally did him wrong.

“Hanging out with you,” he murmured before throwing his phone away. He pulled his arm on his face and started groaning.

Jungkook wanted to smash his head against his table littered with thousands of documents he needed to go into- which he couldn’t do because his hyung just wouldn’t leave him in peace!

“You’re distracting me!”

“Tough luck. I need to be around someone who’s as lonely as I am.”

“Then go to the others! Why me?! Why not Namjoon hyung?!”

“He’s not lonely. He has his secretary,” Jin softly explained before putting down his arm and turning to look at Jungkook. “Besides, no one is as lonelier as you. Your wife is out there running from you.”

“No, she’s not! She’s just lost! What about Taehyung? Go to him!” he huffed as he was reminded yet again that his wife left him. His brows were now in a pinched as he pouted at his hyung.

Jin waved his suggestion away before closing his eyes. “Tae Tae does not feel any emotion, Kookie. He doesn’t even know he’s lonely because he is a high-functioning pain in the ass psychopath that needs to be put down as soon as pos-“

His slander on Taehyung was cut short as the sound of his phone alerting him of a message from the floor chimed. Jungkook watched his hyung scrambled on the floor to where he threw his phone both in confusion and disgust. He never saw his hyung behaved this way when he was the one who always insisted in proprietary and manners because they as he said, they might be cold-blooded criminals but they were not barbarians.

You were back, he read as the personnel from the Human Resources department he bribed messaged him. Apparently, you were on a week-long leave that required him suffering because you weren’t in his vicinity. Yet again, he had no time to dissect his feelings…

He just needed to see you.

It felt like everything was displaced when you were gone, yet at the same time it was how he was living before you came into his life and painted his world with colors he didn’t know existed. That was the thing, you came and changed his world. He didn’t know how to go back to his colorless world now.

“Okay, bye.”

Jungkook watched dumbfoundedly as his hyung ran out of his office.

Part III

[vampyyjules]

Wife Stealer .ᐟ |H.J, C.S

ೃ⁀➷ Mr. Plankton, 2024 [Chae Seung and Haejo are the same person if y’all don’t know, just in case🥲]

ೃ⁀➷ Parts ~ 1st part(this one right here!) , 2nd part ,

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I mean everything has a reason right?…. Fate is what decides everything.

╰┈➤ Vocabulary: Eomma - Mom, Mother

Appa - Dad, Father

Agi - baby, child

Eomeoni Sarang - Motherly love

-‘๑’-~~~~~~-‘๑’-

It’s been years since you last saw your miserable ex, the man you would’ve given anything to have things work out. But fate decided that you both were an unlucky pair, a couple that wasn’t meant to be together. Even through countless rough fights and disputes you both still found love for each other in your hearts, at the end of the day you both would solve anything and everything together and end up in the same bed wrapped around each others arms.

Until one faithful day, the day fate took its toll and decided if your relationship was meant to be or not.

-‘๑’-~~~~~~-‘๑’-

“Chaee…” You mumbled, the sound muffled by Chae Seung’s chest, you both were laying on the sofa, Chae was watching tv while you layed face down on his chest. “Hmm?” You felt his chest rumble as he hummed, looking down at your smaller figure on top of his. “I’ve been thinking…. We have been together for 3 years now,” you continued in a quiet tone, nervously fidgeting with the promise ring on your ring finger.

Chae Seung waited with a raised brow, waiting for you to finish your sentence, curious about what you were going to propose. With a quick sigh you continued, “Have you ever thought about… us being… an eomma and appa?” You queried, still fidgeting with your ring, not daring to move your head to face him.

The room stayed quiet for a few seconds, the only thing that sounded was the noise from the tv and both of your breathing, until you heard Chae chuckling. “An eomma and an appa?” Chae chuckled, looking at you with his usual grin. You stayed quiet because you could already feel the possible outcome, Chae Seung was a blunt person and if something seemed dumb or impossible to him he would point it out, and say it without thinking on how it would hurt the person he’s talking with. That was one of the things about him that usually led to most of your fights.

“What makes you think we could ever be parents?” He said in a amused tone, still chuckling about the question as if it was a dumb joke. “My appa abandoned me, and you never have had an eomma,” he continued bluntly, not even taking a second to think about how his words could hurt you. “You can never be a good eomma, if your own eomma could never show you love, how are supposed to show your agi eomeoni sarang?” Chae continued, not taking in mind the tears starting to fall out of your eyes.

You sniffled softly as you sat up in between his legs, your nose and cheeks now red from the tear and snot forming in your nose, “How can you be so mean and insensitive!!” You screamed at Chae as you started hitting his chest. He looked at you with a blank expression as you hit him, his eyebrows a bit raised.

“What? It’s the truth Y/N, You will never be an Eomma, like I will never be an appa.” He mumbled with a blunt tone as he stopped your hands from hitting his chest more. “How can you tell me that with such a apathetic expression!!” You cried as you got up from the sofa, loudly sobbing at his harsh words. Walking to your shared bed you curled yourself in the blankets and cried yourself off to sleep. As the night passed, you didn’t even feel Chae’s presence next to you, you could only assume he went to do some errands or he slept on the couch.

-‘๑’-~~~~~~-‘๑’-

The next morning quickly came as you rubbed your puffy eyes and got out of the bed. Walking to the living room you saw Chae’s figure infront of the stove, cooking some breakfast. You went and sat on the stool infront of the table, looking at his figure as he moved, you stayed quiet, not really wanting to talk to him after such hurtful words.

“Morning’” he bluntly greeted as he put your plate of food infront of you before going to sit on the stool next to you with his own plate. “Hi” you mumbled without looking at him, picking up the scrambled eggs on your fork and eating them. He sighed at your expression, looking around the room to avoid eye contact with you. “This isn’t going to work out.” He uttered bluntly, not thinking about his wording. “What?” You mumbled, moving your head to face him, “W…what do you mean by that Chae?” You queried, tears threatening to fall from your puffy eyes.

“We need to breakup” he stated before you stood up, fully sobbing as you took a bag and started shoving your stuff in it. “You’re such a horrible person!” You said in between sobs, “how can you end stuff like this out of the sudden? Without any hesitation or atleast an explanation?” Shouting across the room as you finished shoving your stuff messily in a suitcase.

You felt your heart shatter at his words, he didn’t give you any reason to as why he was breaking up with you. Maybe it was because of yesterday, about what you said? You thought to yourself, wiping your snot off the sweater you were wearing.

Little did you know that your brothers threats to Chae were getting more violent, I mean after all your brother was part of a well known gang with a lot of power and influence. Of course he’d want to kill Chae Seung for taking his little sister and disappearing with her after he had raised her like his own daughter after their mother died after giving birth to her and their dad was encarcerated.

Your brother didn’t like Chae Seung at all, before you and Chae had become a couple and ran away, he was hired to rob some money from your brothers gang, and while Chae Seung was running away from them, you sneaked him in your apartment close to the gang base and hid him until your brother and the other gang members ran off looking for him. That was how you both met each other and fell in love, until today. -‘๑’-~~~~~~-‘๑’-

hope y’all liked it bbgs cuz there’s almost no Haejo/Chae Seung fics here

[jujulebee]

this is like, the opposite of me, like i would like, climb things i wasnt supposed 2 and then when i DID get GRIEVOUSLY INJURED i would like walk it off lmao

Egg fell off of something she most certainly shouldn't have been climbing and now she's hamming up her nonexistent injuries for her babysitter Anya

Anya: oh you poor thing!!

Egg: 😔😔😔😔 poor thing

[back2bluesidex]

Enchanted - KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Theme: Angst with a happy ending, exes to lovers au.

Request:

HIII i want to make a request for the TS song drabble game Can you do Namjoon x Enchanted the genre maybe angst? fluffiest Its one of my favs ..this idea came to mind while remembering the lyrics.. what if Namjoon lost his memory and reader was a museum crying staring at Nam´s favorite works and then they meet and maybe they fall in love again.. leaving an open ending if he ever got his memory back or not. or maybe he did! whatever you want is fine :)

Song: Enchanted

Word count: 1k+

Warnings: Major character accident, partial amnesia, angst, pining, crying, suffering, reader gets called a bad luck.

Minors and Karens Are Not Allowed in this Blog!!

A/N: A huge thanks to you, anon, for offering this brilliant idea. I changed the storyline a bit so that it fits within a drabble length and I hope you like it.

also, a very happy birthday to our best boy Kim Namjoon. I hope he is happy and healthy just as he deserves to be.

"What are you doing here?"

"eomeoni, I- I"

"Didn't I tell you to keep your distance from now on? Didn't you ruin enough?" 

"Please.. I will - I want to see him once. Please. I promise I won’t even step near. I will just take a look. Please eomeoni?"

"No! You - You are bad luck. Look what you did to my poor son. He was rushing to see you just because you fainted and look who's laying on the death bed now!"

"eomeoni.."

"Stop calling me that! You are no one to me! you are no no one to Namjoon. Leave right away or I'll have to report you." 

The conversion reels in your head as you stare at the man from afar. 

It's been a year since that dreadful night, the worst night of your life. It's been a year since you last saw him, heard his voice, until today. 

Your heart rips apart seeing him standing so gracefully with practiced elegance. Nothing has changed. He still looks the same. It feels as if it was just yesterday when he took you to the art fair and bought you that handmade clay-framed mirror. 

But you know things are far from being so simple, if anything then everything is much more complicated than ever. 

While you still stay awake each night, spending a fair share of time shedding tears for him, he doesn't even recall your name. He doesn't remember who you are, what you sound like, how your touches feel, or the time you two shared being so in love. 

You had vanished from his life long ago, vanished from his memories leaving absolutely no traces behind. 

He forgot you, even if you know he never intended to, even if you know it was a cruel decision of fate, he still forgot you and you can't change a thing about that. 

Silent tears fall from your eyes as you stare at him. Only you know how much you want to run to him, hold him tightly in your arms and tell him that you have waited for him, tell him that you have never stopped loving him, tell him that you love him more than anyone ever can. But you can’t.

And even if you do all these, what will be Namjoon’s reaction? He will just shove you to the ground thinking you are a crazy woman trying to throw herself at him. So you decided to leave. Meeting him unexpectedly here in the gallery should be more than enough for you. You can’t ask for more. You have no right to ask for more. 

You turn your heels to leave but you hear a faint voice calling you from behind. 

"Excuse me.." it's his voice. It's Namjoon. 

You start to panic. Contemplating whether you should run away or give in, you stay planted at your own place. 

"Hey. Um.. I am sorry to bother you but I- uh saw you staring at my direction and you seemed to be really familiar.. So, do we know each other?" Namjoon's voice is unsure and filled with confusion.

Your heart breaks. You know you should have not expected him to remember you but his confession still makes you weak on your knees. 

Blinking several times and gathering some strength, you turn around and face him. 

He's just as handsome as he used to be, if not more. 

Seeing you silent, Namjoon clarifies, "Sorry if I seem weird with my questions. I actually got into an accident last year and lost some of my memories. So I tend to ask people who they are if someone seems familiar to me. And you.." he pauses, his eyes raking through your face as if he's trying to find a clue "you seem to be someone very close to me." 

"I- I think you got the wrong idea. I mean - I, no, we.. we knew each other through some common friends but weren't exactly close." Your words fumble over each other much more than you would like. 

"oh- sorry then." A sheepish smile takes over Namjoon's face. 

His dimples make you sick and you want to run away from him. 

"I gotta go-"

"May I know your name?" 

You two speak out at the same time.

"Y/N. It's Y/N." You say hurriedly. 

"Yeah... Y/N" Namjoon whispers. 

You don't know if you're imagining things or not, but a flash of sadness passes through Namjoon's features. 

"I don't wanna sound like a creep but-" he hesitates.. "I would love to have a cup of coffee with you." 

"I am so sorry but I kinda have to go." You reply with your heart breaking into a thousand pieces all over again.

"oh.. then, can I at least have your number? Please?" Namjoon pleas. His voice quivers a bit or maybe you're just hearing things. 

You don't know what you should do. You don't know why life is playing these games with you. You don't know where this will go but what you know for sure is that you're enchanted to meet Namjoon again. So you give in and take another chance. 

"Sure." You murmur. 

Namjoon pulls out his phone from his pocket, unlocks it and gives it to you. 

As soon as you take his phone in your hands, your world starts to spin, eyes start to blur, hands start to shake because it's you. It's your picture saved as his wallpaper, the one from the art fair, under cherry blossom, wearing the same hoodie Namjoon is wearing right now. 

When you look up at him you find that his dark eyes are full to the brim with tears, which may start falling anytime. He looks as broken as you do.  

"The story line didn't end there, Y/N. It was the very first page. And... And I was enchanted to meet you. I would do anything to meet you again." 

"You- y-you remember me?" your words get choked.

"How could I not? You are deep-rooted in my heart. My brain may have forgotten a period of time but heart kept on trying to make me remember you. And it was successful." Namjoon smiles through tears, so do you.

"I hope you are not in love with someone else, you don't have someone waiting on you." he whispers, stepping close to your body.

"No- I don't." you reply, taking a step towards him.

Namjoon comes closer, cups your face and connects your forehead with his as you two intertwine your lives again standing in the middle of the gallery.

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[without-ado]

엄마(Eomma)/어머니(Eomeoni): Mom in Korean

[anemoiawithatouchofobsession]

Dont talk to me Im watching Sarangbang sonnim gwa eomeoni

[thelingodingo]

Korean Familial Terms Part 1

I've mentioned before that Korean has a very complicated and extensive system of familial terms (at least compared to English). So in this post I'll explain a bit more in depth of how these terms work!

Part 1: Immediate Family

부모(님) (bumo(nim)) - parents

Mother:

엄마 (eomma) - mom (informal)

어머니 (eomeoni) - mother (standard, formal)

어머님 (eomeonim) - mother (formal, used when referring to someone else's mother)

Father:

아빠 (appa) - dad (informal)

아버지 (abeoji) - father (standard, formal)

아버님 (abeonim) - father (formal, used when referring to someone else's father)

Sister:

누나 (nuna) - male to female

누님 (nunim) - male to female (formal)

언니 (eonni) - female to female

형님 (hyungnim) - female to female (formal): people very rarely know that "hyungnim" is actually a term that can be used by women as well in specific contexts. if you're a woman that's formally referring to an older woman then yes, you would use hyungnim. this is most common when referring to your sister in-law on the husband's side.

여동생 (yeodongsaeng) - younger sister

자매 (jamae) - sisters

Brother:

형 (hyung) - male to male

형님 (hyungnim) - male to male (formal)

오빠 (oppa) - female to male

오라버니 (orabeoni) - archaic version of oppa

오라버님 (orabeonim) - archaic version of oppa (formal)

남동생 (namdongsaeng) - younger brother

형제 (hyeongje) - brothers

Bonus

Cousin: you would use the same terms as sister and brother except you'll add the word 사촌 (sachon) in front of it when you need to specify that it's a cousin of yours.

Part 2: Grandparents, uncle/aunt, niece/nephew - coming soon!

Part 3: Father's side of the family, mother's side of the family, in-laws - coming soon!

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

you would’ve told her eventually, but jungkook broke the mold for you. although your mother appears calm during jungkook’s mini-monologue, she’ll surely give you an earful afterward. you hear jungkook’s words and the subtle way he pleads for you to come back, but he forgot one thing. “did you tell her WHY i left you?” you throw back at him, causing your mother to look at you. “he doesn’t want to father the child, hell, he won’t even co-parent with me,” you say but he quickly argues that it was something you knew, which is true. you know jungkook’s desire to have children is slim to none, but you figured the situation would persuade him to try, except it didn’t.

“y/n,” your mother speaks up, “you can’t force him to accept something he never wanted.” your eyes widen when you look at your mother, “mom, whose side are you on?!” you almost yell before turning to jungkook and pointing at the door. “get out. i’m not coming back, so leave.” unbeknownst to you, this will be the last time jungkook lets you slip away.

once jungkook leaves you look at your mother with your arms folded. “you should have left with him,” she says but you scoff. “why? so, i can take care of OUR child while he does god knows what?” your mother’s eyes narrow in response, signaling that you should ‘tread carefully’ but maybe she forgot the part where she excused his irresponsibility.

“i can’t believe you’re siding with him”

“and i can’t believe you’re pregnant without a ring. both of you are irresponsible—why didn’t you tell me that you’re pregnant?”

“because you would’ve told me to go back!”

“you should go back! you have a life anybody would kill for and you’re running from it because of a misunderstanding”

your brows furrow at your mother’s words. “i just want my child to grow up with both of their parents loving them and not just one”

“you’re being irrational and childish, y/n. maybe it’s you who is running from responsibility”

~🫧

A few hours before:

“Eomeoni, thank you for letting me visit,” he starts, his voice warm yet measured, carrying just the right amount of vulnerability.

He sets down a small box on the table, its elegant ribbon tied perfectly.

“I brought something for you—green tea from Jeju Island. I remember you mentioned it’s your favorite.”

Your mother’s lips twitch in a small smile as she accepts the gift. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Jungkook. But I’m surprised you came here tonight.”

He exhales softly, taking the seat across from her. His posture is perfect— relaxed, yet attentive. “I came because I owe you an explanation. And because…” His voice trails off, his dark eyes meeting hers with an almost pleading intensity.

“Because I need you to understand how much I love your daughter. How much she means to me.”

Your mother raises an eyebrow, but before she can speak, he continues.

“Yn… she’s everything to me. She’s my anchor, my light, my reason for coming home at the end of the day. But I’ve hurt her. And that’s something I have to live with.”

He pauses, his gaze dropping to his hands as though weighed down by guilt.

“I didn’t handle things the way I should have. When she told me about the baby, I panicked. Not because I don’t care—but because I care too much. I’ve never had a stable family to look up to.”

He’s being honest about this.. none of the people really understand his struggle, but.. he’s trying to be honest.

“My parents… they taught me success, but not love. And when yn told me she was pregnant, all I could think about was whether I’d end up failing her and the baby.”

Your mother watches him closely, her expression softening as he lays bare his fears.

“You know, Jungkook,” she begins, her tone gentler now, “being scared is natural. But you pushed her away.”

“I did,” he agrees, nodding solemnly.

“And I regret it every single day. But my fear wasn’t about not wanting the baby— it was about not knowing how to be a father. I didn’t want to hurt them with my inexperience, my flaws. I thought I was protecting them by stepping back.”

“But I see now that I was wrong.”

The shift in his tone is subtle but deliberate—his voice lowers, drawing your mother in.

“Eomeoni, I’ve spent the last four months trying to become better. I’ve started counseling, I’ve reorganized my life, and I’ve made plans to ensure that both yn and the baby will have everything they need. I love them both so much.0

“I can’t imagine my life without them.”

Your mother sighs, clearly moved but still cautious. “You’ve always been good with words, Jungkook. But how do I know this isn’t just another empty promise?”

His gaze sharpens, though his smile remains soft.

“Because actions speak louder than words, and I’ve already started acting. Yn might not see it now, but I’ve been making sure she’s safe, that she has what she needs. I haven’t given up on her. I won’t give up on her. And I’m here tonight because I need your help to show her that I’m not the man I was.”

There’s a long pause as he leans forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper.

“Eomeoni, I’ll protect her with my life. I’ll protect the baby. You don’t have to worry. Just… help me bring her back. Let her see that I’m ready to be everything she needs.”

Your mother studies him, the conflict evident in her eyes. “I can’t force her to forgive you, Jungkook. But I’ll talk to her. I’ll see what I can do.”

He stands, bowing deeply. “That’s all I ask. Thank you, Eomeoni. I promise, I won’t let you—or yn—down.”

As he sits from right across her, there’s a subtle satisfaction in his eyes. He knows he’s planted the seed of doubt, subtly shifting the narrative in his favor.

Your mother might think she’s doing what’s best for you, but Jungkook knows it’s only a matter of time before his charm and persistence win you back.

•••

You are a stubborn little girl who doesn’t know what’s best for you.

He’s trying to be nice and patient. He’s trying to do everything but you’re not budging.

Jungkook’s fingers tighten around the steering wheel as he drives away from your mother’s house. The encounter had not gone exactly as he predicted—smooth, calm, and ultimately still in his favor.

As he pulls into the parking lot of his penthouse, his phone vibrates. It’s a message from Alina.

He doesn’t even need to read it to know it’s the perfect moment. His hand hovers over the contact before he presses call, his thumb tapping rhythmically as he waits for her to pick up.

“Alina,” he says, the warmth of his voice smooth and inviting, as if he’s been rehearsing this moment. “It’s Jungkook.”

There’s a small pause before Alina’s voice comes through. “Jungkook? What’s going on?”

His gaze drifts over to the apartment complex in front of him, his thoughts racing.

He leans back in his seat, the cool air of the car mixed with the intensity of his words.

“Look, I just… I need to talk. I don’t know who else to turn to. I’ve been trying, you know? Trying to make things right with yn, but it’s just not working. She’s gone. She’s moved out.”

Alina’s silence is noticeable. She’s always been cautious around him, but tonight, she seems to soften.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she says. “But you know, she’s… she’s complicated. She needs time.”

Jungkook chuckles, low and dark, his eyes narrowing as he tilts his head back.

“Yeah, I get that. But there’s a lot more going on. I’m scared, Alina. I’ve never been a father. And with everything that’s happened—my own fears, the way my family’s been…”

He hates victimizing himself, but if that’s what it will take for you to come back to him and he will do anything.

“it’s just too much. I’ve been pushing her away because I don’t know how to be the man she wants me to be. I don’t know how to be a father.”

Alina’s voice softens, though there’s an air of skepticism. “I didn’t know you felt that way…”

Jungkook’s fingers tap along the steering wheel again, his thoughts calculated.

“I’ve never wanted this life. But now, with everything that’s happening, I can’t just ignore it. She needs me, and I need her, but… I need her to come back, Alina. And I don’t know what else to do.”

He smirks into the phone.

“You know her better than anyone. She listens to you.”

His words hang in the air, loaded with expectation.

Alina, although well-intentioned, doesn’t see the web he’s weaving.

“So what do you want from me?” she asks, though there’s an underlying concern in her voice.

“I need you to help me. You’re the one person who can get through to her. Help me understand what she’s really thinking. She’s been distant—;”

Jungkook’s voice tightens, his tone is subtle but forceful.

“Help me, Alina. Please. I need to know how I can get her back. I love her, and I’m trying, but she’s so damn stubborn. She’s not seeing things clearly.”

Alina hesitates for a moment, then sighs, her tone shifting to one of reluctant understanding.

“Okay, I’ll talk to her. I’ll try, Jungkook, but I’m telling you, she’s not gonna come back just because you want her to. She’s strong-willed.”

Jungkook smiles, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he leans forward.

“That’s why I need your help, Alina. You know how to talk to her in a way no one else can. She’ll listen to you. Just keep me updated. I’ll be waiting.”

There’s a brief silence on the line before Alina responds. “Alright. I’ll do what I can.”

Jungkook exhales slowly, the tension lifting slightly from his chest. “Thanks, Alina. You’re a good friend. You won’t regret this. Trust me.”

As the call ends, Jungkook sits back in his seat, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel again.

This is his game and he will win. He always does.

[michyeosseo]

Acting this way for I am an emotional animal. My emotions, please acknowledge.

Yoon Hae Young and Choi Myung Gil as JANG SE-MI & BAEK DO-YI LADY DURIAN (2023) 1.12, 1.13

[sheerfreesia007]

Inyeon

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Word count: 4,529

Content warnings: Toxic family relationships, favoritism within the family, fluff

Summary: You and Jisung are planning to go back home and visit family for the holidays but Jisung notices that you’re a little more apprehensive about the trip.

Gongjag: Peacock, Jagi: Sweetheart, Halmeoni: Grandmother, Eomeoni: Mother, Inyeon: fate/soulmate, Eonni: older sister

Part One: Eyes On Me

Jisung smiles softly as he leans against the doorframe to the bedroom with his arms crossed over his chest while his eyes trailed over you. Ever since the plans had been made for the two of you to travel back to your hometown to visit both sides of your family you had been acting  strange. He couldn’t put his finger on it exactly but there was an almost dimming to your sparkling personality since you had started planning and preparing for the trip. Even now as he watches you move about your bedroom putting on the final touches of your outfit for the evening he can see that you’re not as lively as you normally would be to go out with him. Frowning softly he pushes off from the doorframe and captures you in his arms as you move to walk back over to your vanity, he pulls you flush with his body and tilts your face up to his as he smiles softly at you.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, concerned and your lips twist in a faint line before you shake your head at him.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” you tell him dismissively trying to brush him off but Jisung shakes his head as he tightens his arms around your waist and presses his index finger under your chin keeping your eyes locked with his.

“Tell me please. I’m here for you just like you’re here for me.” he pleads softly with you and your lips twist once more and without a thought in his head but to ease your troubles he leans forward quickly and pecks your lips softly with his. “Gongjag, please tell me what’s worrying you.” he whispers against your lips and you sigh softly before pulling further away from him.

“I just-” you begin to try explaining to him but quickly fall silent which causes Jisung to grow even more concerned.

“Gongjag” he says softly and your eyes dart up to his and you frown darkly for a moment before shaking your head once again.

“I’m just worried that you’ll think differently of me after this trip. And I don’t want that. I don’t want things to change between us.” you explain cryptically and Jisung feels the alarms start to blare in his head at your words as his eyes search yours silently, what’s back in your hometown that would cause you to worry like this? He cups your face in his palms and pulls you in for a sweet adoring kiss that he deepens by swiping his tongue against your bottom lip until you open your mouth for him. As you melt against him and let your worry slowly ease from your body he wonders what back in your hometown could have you so rattled that it worries you this much. Jisung’s mind starts to race with thought after thought of what could possibly be in your hometown that you’re not looking forward to, but he calms his mind. You don’t need him panicking and getting anxious over assumptions before anything actually happens. He needs to be strong for you and show you that he can be a source of comfort for you just like you’ve always comforted him since walking into his life.

“Nothing will change how I view you, how I feel about you. I love you, wholly, completely. That will never change.” He promises you and your eyes soften as they stare up at him pleading with him. Almost as if you’re begging him to keep this promise. Jisung’s heart clenches at how unsure you are and he vows silently with you in his arms like this that he will never stop loving you and that he’ll always be at your side no matter what. “C’mon Jagi, let’s go to the party. The sooner we go and show our face the sooner I can convince you to go back home.” He whispers suggestively to you and your answering smile lifts his heart.

*-*-*-*

Jisung’s family home is warm and lively with the happy chatter of his family, Jisung smiles as he sits at the dining room table with his Halmeoni as she nostalgically flips through an old family photo album telling him about the pictures and where they were taking. His eyes dart over to the open kitchen and finds you laughing delightedly at something his Eomeoni said to his father to keep him out of the kitchen as the two of you are cooking together. He smiles softly, feeling his heart swell with love and admiration as his eyes take in your head falling back on your neck as laughter rings from your lips.

”I’m so glad I was right about her.” His Halmeoni says softly and Jisung’s eyes dart back to her curiously.

”What do you mean Halmeoni? I remember you had said that there was something special about her when we were first introduced. But I didn’t get a chance to ask back then.” Jisung said softly as he leaned closer to her. He watched as his Halmeoni nodded her head at his words as a soft smile and a far distant look slipped into her eyes.

”Do you know what inyeon is Jisung?” She asks him softly and Jisung frowns softly as he racks his brain for the meaning behind the word before he nods his head slowly.

”It’s fate.” He says confidently and she nods her head at him before smiling softly at him.

”Yes, it’s also our culture’s concept of soulmates. You and Gongjag were destined to meet. I’m sure that the two of you have met in previous lives and will continue to meet in future lives as well.” She tells him fondly as her hand comes to rest over his on the table. “When I was a little girl I had dreams of our ancestors visiting me telling me that I would have to help my grandchild find their inyeon. They would always tell me that my grandchild was hopeless in finding his soulmate and would need help from me.” She told him amusedly and he gave her an offended look making her laugh softly before patting his hand softly.

”So you think Gongjag is my soulmate? My inyeon?” He asked softly as his eyes shifted back to you moving around the kitchen confidently as you perfectly complimented his Eomeoni’s movements like a well oiled machine as light chatter came from the two of you.

”I do. Can’t you see it? She’s the opposite side to your coin and she’s absolutely perfect for you. It took me a long time to find her in this lifetime. It had never crossed my mind that she would be hiding away in the next town over. And I had a hard time convincing her family that she would be perfect for you. Do not waste my effort in finding her for you.” His Halmeoni told him knowingly and Jisung turned his head to her before frowning softly.

”What’s her family like? Ever since we’ve started planning for this trip she’s been worried about something. She won’t tell me what it is but she’s worried that I’ll view her differently after this trip.” He said softly not wanting you to hear him talking to his Halmeoni about your concerns and worry. He watched as a knowing look passed over his Halmeoni’s face and she nodded her head at his words.

”Just be there for her.” She said cryptically and Jisung frowned even more at her words. “You’ll see when you go to visit her family. Just-“ she tried to explain gently before halting her words as a distant look fell over her face. “She brings so much joy and happiness to your life, just remember that when you’re with her family. And reassure her that you love her.” Jisung begins to worry even more as his eyes dart back over to you, what about your family would ever make him doubt his relationship with you?

*-*-*-*

The next week comes quickly enough and Jisung finds himself awkwardly trying to settle in your family’s home for your visit before both sides of the family will come together for one last party before the two of you fly back to your home to spend Christmas together. But as he finds himself trying to make connections with your family he finds himself always watching you to make sure that you’re okay. There’s a sort of tension in the air and it’s making him feel slightly claustrophobic before normally before it becomes too much for him you’re there whisking him to walk around the property of your family home. And just like a fresh breath of air the claustrophobic feeling is eased.

Right now Jisung is sitting in the living room with your brothers as they play a video game on the large television while your father sits in his armchair reading a newspaper. He can hear your mother in the kitchen barking out orders to you as you cook for everyone and a feeling of unease begins to fill him. 

It’s been like this since you both arrived at the home two days ago, you would wake up early in the morning to begin cooking for your family while your mother hovered over your shoulder berating you on how you were cooking and what you were doing wrong. Everyone would then come and eat and you’d be left to clean up after everyone while your mother once again hovered and berated you. Jisung started to get a sour taste in his mouth at how your family treated you but he knew he couldn’t say anything since he was staying in their home and he didn’t want to be rude and make things more difficult for you. Just then the front door opened and a lilting sweet voice called out catching everyone’s attention.

”Hello! Is anyone home?!” Called out the voice loudly into the home.

Jisung watched as all of your brothers immediately raced off the couch and run to the front door. Your mother even rushed out of the kitchen to greet whoever had just come home. Jisung stood politely as you walked out of the kitchen to stand in the doorway with a look of soft concern on your face. He immediately made his way to your side and slipped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

”Are you okay?” He asked softly and you smiled warmly up at him before nodding your head.

”Now I am, thanks to you.” You whispered to him before pressing a kiss to his cheek sweetly. He grins down at you and pulls you into a quick warm hug.

”Want to go for a walk around the property after lunch?” He asked hopefully and you smiled warmly up at him as your eyes sparkled adoringly up at him.

”I would love that.” You gushed out to him fondly and Jisung couldn’t keep the smile off his face if he tried as his body warmed at your affection.

”And who’s this handsome man?” Came the lilting voice once more and Jisung watched as your whole face instantly shut down and became blank before you both turned to the person who had entered your family’s home.

An older woman who had similar features to yours stood in the middle of your family as they clamored around her happily, Jisung could see that she wore designer clothes and had her hair tied up in a trendy updo while her face had light natural makeup covering it. While he could see the similarities between the two of you there was just something about the woman that set Jisung on edge, like an underlying tone of over exaggeration as if she was trying too hard. He had already written her off in his mind as he felt you stiffen slightly next to him and his mind turned back to you with worry.

”Bong-Cha Eonni.” You greet her with a bow and Jisung watches as the woman watches you with a smug look on her face. “It’s wonderful to see you again.”

”I asked who the handsome man next to you is.” Your sister said rudely and Jisung frowned softly at her words before relaxing as your hand came to wrap around his back gently. While he knew he shouldn’t say anything he truly did not like how your family treated you and wanted to rush you away from them and back to his family home where he knew you were more comfortable.

”This is my husband, Han Jisung.” You introduced him to her and Jisung watched as your Eonni’s eyes raked up and down his form with barely contained lust shining through them. He tightened his arm around your waist before bowing to your Eonni.

”It’s a pleasure to meet you Eonni.” He greeted her and watched with satisfaction as her lips twisted distastefully at his mention of her honorific. He smiled pleasantly while watching her scoff at him and he felt pride in being able to draw a line and boundary between them. The fact that she boldly eyed with lust as you weren’t standing next to him made his hackles rise in disgust.

”Yes, yes, when is lunch ready?” Bong-Cha asked quickly and your mother stepped closer to her while wrapping her in her arms.

”Don’t worry sweetheart. Lunch will be ready shortly. Won’t it?” Your mother explained to your Eonni before turning towards you with a harsh look. You nodded your head before looking up at Jisung with a worried look on your face. He knew you had seen the same look on your Eonni’s face that he had when she eyed him and he felt his heart crack at your concern of leaving him with her and your family. Things were starting to make more sense to Jisung then, your worry and stress of returning home to your family was becoming clearer to him

”Let me help you.” Jisung said softly to you and your eyes widened at his soft request.

”Oh you don’t have to do that. She can make lunch all by herself.” Your Eonni called out to him. “Besides I’d like to get to know my brother in law better.” She cooed with saccharine sweetness in her tone that made Jisung shiver with unease.

”No, she’s been cooking by herself for hours now. I’d like to help my wife now.” He insisted with just a dismissive look back at your Eonni. She scowled softly before huffing softly and Jisung took that as an answer before guiding you back into the kitchen with a hand placed at the small of your back.

Lunch was a lively affair as everyone sat at the long dining table. Your Eonni had tried to force Jisung to sit next to her but he had successfully asked one of your brothers to switch seats with him so that he could sit next to you with the excuse that he hadn’t been able to spend much time with you since you both had arrived. You had gratefully held his hand in your lap after that and Jisung had made sure to slide his chair slightly closer to you for more comfort.

”Bong-Cha is one of the top accountants in her company is on the fast track to becoming a manager of her department.” Your mother told everyone proudly and Jisung nodded his head as he continued to eat his meal that you had lovingly prepared for everyone.

”Gongjag this is delicious. Thank you for the meal.” He said fondly to you and you turned to him with a wide smile on your face as your cheeks heated with a soft blush that drove him wild with affection for you.

”It’s alright I guess. It could use some salt.” Bong-Cha piped up and Jisung frowned at her as she smiled sweetly across the table at him.

”Yes, you’re right Bong-Cha it could use some salt.” Your mother agreed and Jisung darted his eyes to you to see your shoulders slump slightly. “So tell us Bong-Cha, have you met any potential husbands while you’re working in the big city?” Your mother asked effectively bringing all the attention back to your Eonni who preened under the attention. JIsung sat there silently watching as your mother and father stacked praise upon praise to your Eonni while degrading and making comments about your life as well. Even your brothers paid more attention to your Eonni than they did you and Jisung could feel himself growing angrier and angrier with your family at the disrespect they showed you.

But you just sat there as if this wasn’t new to you, as if you were used to this type of treatment. It was such a stark contrast to how you were with him and his friends and family that he was amazed at how different the two sides of you were. While you were with him you were confident and assertive almost driven in your command of any situation. You stole the spotlight from him at every event and you did it so gracefully that it seemed effortless to you. But now you were overshadowed by your Eonni all thanks to your parents’ skewed view of their children. It seems that you are only second best to your Eonni in your parents’ eyes and Jisung can’t understand it. He doesn’t understand how they couldn’t see how wonderful you are and how caring you are to everyone around you.

I’m just worried that you’ll think differently of me after this trip. And I don’t want that. I don’t want things to change between us. Your words come back to him and suddenly it hits him like a truck, this is what you had meant. You knew that he would see how your family treats you as second best to your sister and that your role in the family was lesser than all your siblings and you hadn’t wanted him to view you like that as well. Jisung’s heart suddenly shattered in his chest at your implication and he suddenly gripped your hand tightly in his, causing you to turn to him worriedly. His eyes connected with yours instantly as he stared at you and your mouth fell open softly before understanding filled eyes, he watched as emotions swirled in your beautiful orbs and he forced himself to maintain eye contact with you. He watched heartbrokenly as you worked through your emotions of having him understand why you had been worried about coming home but as he continued his tight grip of your hand he watched as the emotions cleared and happiness and gratitude filled your face. You knew he wouldn’t view you like your family viewed you and that he would remain at your side through all of it.

When you lifted his hand to your lips and gently pressed a kiss to his knuckles Jisung couldn’t keep the blush or the loving grin off his face. He could feel your connection with each other grow and swell around you as your family continued to sing your Eonni’s praises. But while your family’s words were probably meant to hurt and demean you, Jisung could see how unaffected you were now with him by your side. Pride swelled in his chest and he felt as if he couldn’t be more grateful to his Halmeoni for finding you and bringing you into his life.

*-*-*-*

The Christmas celebration was in full swing and Jisung found himself stuck to Minho’s side as the crowd that was attending was slightly overwhelming for him. He loved having his family around but they were a large group and then to add in your family which was also large and all of the friends of each side of the family, it was all a little bit too much for him. His eyes darted around the room until they landed on you as you stood with his Eomeoni and Halmeoni, and Mindeulle happily chatting to his aunts about who knows what.

”They make a pretty picture, don’t they?” Minho asks softly as his eyes follow you and Mindeulle as you both begin to walk back towards them.

”Yes, they do.” Jisung says softly in a quiet sigh. You’re dressed in a beautifully stunning red sequined dress that has white fur trip at the top of it as it showcases your delectable shoulders to him, Jisung had a hard time controlling himself when you had exited the bathroom this afternoon after getting changed and he found that he still had a hard time keeping his hands to himself during this party.

Just as the two of you had made it back to their sides, with Mindeulle happily cuddling into Minho’s side with a kiss pressed to his cheek as his hand protectively slipped over her rounded stomach, Jisung spots your mother and Eonni making their way towards the four of you. He stiffens slightly next to you but you don’t catch his movement as you happily begin chatting with Mindeulle about her pregnancy.

”I’m so happy and grateful that the two of you are here. But you’re so close to your due date. Is it really safe enough for you to travel like this?” You ask Mindeulle who smiles warmly at your concern before she nods her head.

”We’re far enough away from my due date that the doctor said that traveling would be uncomfortable but safe if we traveled by car. Flying is out of the question but car rides are still safe.” Mindeulle explained and Minho nodded his head at her explanation.

”We just took a little longer of a car ride with frequent stops to make sure her comfort was priority.” Minho explained and you nodded your head at his words.

”Well I’m so grateful that you two made the trip. I’m so happy to spend this time with you.” You told them fondly and they both smiled warmly at you before nodding their heads. While the three of you had been talking Jisung had silently watched as your mother and Eonni had continuously gotten closer to your group before they were right in front of you without your knowledge.

”And when will you become pregnant and start a family with Jisung?” Asks your Eonni rudely as she butts into your conversation with Mindeulle and Minho. Jisung tightens his arm around your waist as you stiffen at your Eonni’s voice causing you to turn to her with a slightly frown on your face.

”Eonni, that’s not something we should talk about here.” You gently scold her and your mother scoffs softly at your words.

”Can’t even get pregnant right can you?” Your mother scolded you harshly and Jisung felt you flinch back against him as your Eonni smirked smugly at you. Rage boiled up in Jisung as he stood there having to stomach listening to your mother’s angry words and your sister’s condescending tone. He tugged you back into his chest protectively and felt you melt softly against him soaking up his comfort and reassurance. “Bong-Cha should’ve married Jisung. She’s obviously the better choice for him.” Your mother snipped hatefully at you and suddenly silence fell over the group as Bong-Cha preened at her mother’s words. Feeling something snap within him Jisung effortlessly moved you to stand behind him and he stood tall in front of your mother and Bong-Cha who both looked at him expectantly.

”Yah!” He snapped angrily and loudly causing those around them to all quiet and turn towards your group. “You must have lost your mind if you think Bong-Cha would be a better fit for me.” He said loudly and disgustedly as he threw a look of contempt towards Bong-Cha who shrieked under his ugly attention. “Gongjag, is my wife and you will treat her with the respect that she deserves.” He says angrily towards the two wide eyed women as they stare at him with shock written across their faces. “Gongjag, is the love of my life, my inyeon. And she will always be my inyeon. She’s the only one who has been able to not only hold my heart but also calm it when my life becomes too overwhelming. Just because you can’t see how special and precious she is doesn’t give you the right to degrade her and try to drag her down. I won’t allow you to treat her like this anymore.” He boldly tells the women in front of him confessing to everyone there at the party that you are the only one for him and he’s the only one for you. He can feel your hand gripping the back of his dress shirt tightly in your fist as your body hovers at his back comfortingly allowing him to continue on with his tirade towards your mother and Bong-Cha. “I wish I could be a source of comfort for her like she is for me and I strive to be that for her every day. You will treat her with the respect that she deserves or we will no longer grace you with our presence.” Jisung says confidently and watches as your mother grows flush in her face as anger fills her while Bong-Cha looks on with regret and embarrassment coloring her face.

”Then don’t bother coming back!” Snapped your mother and Jisung stands taller in front of you protectively as he feels your hand slowly let go of its tight grip on his shirt and relax against his back providing warmth to him. Jisung just nods his head at your mother before turning his back to both her and Bong-Cha to face you and wrap his arms around you. You’re staring up at him with wide shocked eyes that hold a bit of concern in them as they gaze up at him. When your hand comes up to cup his cheek he happily leans into your touch.

”Are you alright? Do you feel an anxiety attack coming on?” You ask him softly and he shakes his head as he grins down at you.

”I feel nothing but love for you.” He whispers to you and your answering beaming smile nearly blinds him before he leans down and presses his lips to yours lovingly. “I’m sorry if I was too bold to them. But I couldn’t allow them to treat you like that anymore.” He confessed and you quickly shook your head at him before kissing him again.

”Thank you so much for sticking up for me. No one has ever done that for me.” You admitted to him and Jisung proudly grins at you.

”I will always protect you and stick up for you. You’re my inyeon.” He whispers to you sweetly and you grin up at him before he kisses you once more letting the love the two of you have for each other just pour out of you. Minho tsks softly at your display of affection as Mindeulle shushes him softly.

”Not in front of the babies!” Minho scolds the two of you causing the two of you to burst out into laughter at his antics.

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[loveisnotovertae]

Love Is Not Over

✏️Taehyung x OFC ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ 📖WC:2075 ⚠️Mentally abusive and controlling ex, stalking, mention of anxiety cheating, COVID, drinking, drunk hookup, masturbation, oral, accidental marriage, accidental pregnancy⚠️

Mae always wanted to go to South Korea and visit all the places her Aunt and Uncle used to tell her stories about. So after catching her fiancè cheating, she did just that. Her two month trip turned into a permanent stay thanks to covid lockdown. A friendly neighbor turned best friend, who just so happened to be part of the biggest music group in the world. A drunken night that changed her life forever.

Chapter 12

“How do you feel?” Taehyung’s mother asked from the other end of the phone.

“Anxious, excited, and scared,” Mae answered, “I have so many emotions going through me right now, I don’t know if I want to make the driver turn back to the airport or if I want him to speed up so that I can get there faster.”

Mae stared out of the tinted windows of the car and watched the busy California traffic pass by. She was back in her home state for the first time in three years.

The past two weeks were stressful. Her phone was constantly blowing up between phone calls and text messages. Then the random gifts and letters started showing up. That’s when she knew her address had been leaked.

Taehyung’s parents came over in the middle of the week to take Mae to dinner and saw the hallway outside her door covered in gifts. She’d cleared out the hallway a few hours before and was just as shocked as they were when she opened the door.

That night was when the three of them decided it would be safer for Mae to get away for a while. So she packed a couple of bags and went to stay with Taehyung’s parents. Once settled in, she had a talk with Tae’s father who convinced her to go to the company for help. After years of observing his son and the rest of the members, he’d seen what happens when things go bad, and knew it wasn’t safe for her to go through it alone. She agreed to let them step in as long as they kept everything that was happening from the guys.

It was his mother’s idea for Mae to go visit her friends. She grew concerned watching the stress of everything take its toll on her. Taehyung’s mother understood why Mae wanted to keep things from him, she’d done it a few times herself, but Mae needed someone to talk to. Someone who could comfort her in a way that they couldn’t.

“Did you let anyone know you were coming?”

“No, I wanted to surprise them.”

“Remember what I told you to do if you run into that asshole of an ex,” Taehyung’s father said.

“Yes, Appa, I remember,” Mae said with a laugh, “Don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he still has an effect on me. If I see him I’m supposed to treat him as someone I’ve never met before and if he tries anything, kick him in the balls.”

“That’s my girl,” he said proudly.

“We are just a couple minutes away,” the butterflies in Mae’s stomach fluttered as the surrounding houses became more familiar. “I’m going to let the two of you go.”

“Alright,” Taehyung’s mother said, “Have fun and be safe.”

“I will, Eomeoni.”

“If you drink, make sure to stay away from Taehyung. We don’t need another Jeju incident right now.”

“I promise I will not get that drunk again, Appa,” Mae said with a chuckle.

“Good, the last thing you two need to worry about is mysteriously becoming parents.”

“APPA!” Mae couldn’t help but laugh along with him at her outburst. He loved teasing her.

The three of them said their final goodbyes as the driver turned into the long driveway to the house.

Mae fiddled with the strap of her purse, the closer they got to the house. Her body buzzed with both excitement and nerves.

A big smile formed on her face when the head housekeeper, Abigail, stepped out the front door with a confused look on her face at the car coming up the drive. It took everything in Mae not to jump out of the moving car and hug her.

“Oh my word,” Abigail said once the driver opened the door and Mae stepped out. “Someone pinch me, I must be dreaming. Is it really you Miss Mae? Look at you!” She opened her arms and hugged Mae.

“Are you surprised?” Mae asked, letting the warmth of the hug calm her.

“Surprised doesn’t even begin to describe it,” Abigail said, tightening her hug, “Oh my sweet, beautiful child. I’ve missed you so much.” She kept her hands on Mae’s shoulders as she stepped back to get a better look at her. “Wow, look at you. You look so much happier and healthier than you did the last time I saw you. Did the girls know you were coming?’

“No, Ma’am. I wanted to surprise them, too.”

“They will be so shocked! I’ll take your bags and get your room ready. Why don’t you go join them by the pool?”

Mae gave Abigail another hug and thanked her before sprinting through the large house towards the back patio door that led to the pool.

“Bitches, I’m home!” she yelled, swinging open the doors and stepping out into the blinding sunlight. “Jesus! I forgot how bright it is back here at this time of day,” Mae shielded her eyes with her hand.

“Mae!” her three best friends yelled in unison before she was engulfed in a group hug.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Kimberleigh asked.

“And why the hell didn’t you let us know you were coming?” D added.

“I wanted to surprise you and I figured the less people that knew I was coming, the better,” Mae answered the two of them.

“Is everything okay in Korea or has it gotten worse?” Veronica asked as the women ended their hug.

Mae hesitated for a bit before answering her. All they knew was that people knew her name and what she looked like. She’d hoped to wait a few hours before telling them just how bad it had gotten. But she knew by the look Veronica was giving her, her brain was already thinking of scenarios.

“I won't lie to you guys. It’s been really scary. A couple of days after you left, my phone number was leaked and then my address. I’ve spent the last two weeks with Tae’s parents. Even..”

“Taehyung,” Kimberleigh cut Mae off and looked over her friends shoulder. “Did you know about this?”

Mae’s eyes went wide and she slowly turned around to see a group of seven men standing outside the doors she’d just come through minutes before. Their faces showed a mixture of concern and worry. Taehyung looked angry, she knew he was going to be mad that she’d kept this from him.

“No. No, I did not,” he said, not taking his eyes off of Mae.

“Why don’t we go get the food ready while they talk. Mae can fill us in later,” D said, taking the other women’s hands and pulling them towards the house.

The two of them stood there a few minutes staring at each other. Mae didn’t want to anger him anymore so she just waited until he started yelling.

Taehyung was upset that she’d kept this from him. But he was angry at the people who were making her scared. Scared enough that she didn’t feel safe in her own home, so she went and stayed with his family. He took a few minutes to calm himself so that she wouldn’t think he was angry with her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“At first, it wasn’t that big of a deal,” Mae answered, breaking eye contact to fiddle with the bottom of her shirt. She didn’t look at him while she spoke. She told him about the phone calls, text messages and the packages. She told him that she’d brought in the company, like his father advised. She told him that his mother was the one who’d suggested that she come here so she had her family. But she didn’t tell him about Tyler. She didn’t want him to be anymore upset, especially with their concert happening in a few days.

Taehyung, though, could see she wasn’t telling him everything. It was like she was reading from a script. It was reminiscent of when his mother hid things as to not worry him more than she deemed necessary. It took everything in him not to smile.

“Mae,” both of them froze in shock when Mae flinched at the feeling of Taehyung’s hand on her shoulder.

“I am so sorry. I don’t know why I did that,” Mae said, looking at him with wide-eyes.

“You don’t need to apologize, Mae,” Taehyung said, giving her a reassuring smile, “You’ve had a long flight and what sounds like a very stressful couple of weeks. Why don’t you get freshened up and I’ll fill everyone in?”

“Thank you, Tae,” she said, smiling in return, “Just so you know, I was planning on telling you. I just didn’t want you to be worried about me. So, please don’t be mad.”

“Mae, I’m not mad. Well, not at you, at least. I’m mad at those who thought it was ok to do these things. You did the right thing by going to the company and staying with my family. Now, go get cleaned up. You look like shit.”

Mae playfully slapped Taehyung on the chest and called him an “asshole” before walking away.

Taehyung waited until she was out of sight before he pulled his phone from his pocket and called Bang to see just how bad things had gotten. He walked around the yard as he listened to what the older man had to say. As far as he knew, only a few of the packages and letters had been questionable. The gifts that were deemed good were put aside for the two of them to sort through once they got back.

His next phone call was to his parents, who surprisingly didn’t give up any information about the calls and texts Mae received. They just kept telling him that she’d have to tell him herself. They were protecting her as much as they would him, which he found both annoying and amusing.

The group was back outside when Taehyung returned to the patio. He sat on one of the barstools and told them everything Mae and Bang said, while they cooked.

He’d just finished telling them when Mae came out of the house freshly showered and in a clean pair of clothes. The wall she had up earlier was now gone. The toll of the past two weeks now showed in her eyes.

“You’ve been crying,” Veronica said, concerned for her friend.

Mae didn’t say anything as she unlocked her phone and placed it on the counter before sitting on a stool next to Taehyung.

Unknown Number: My sweet angel, Mae. What a coincidence that you would be arriving the same day I was leaving. You really need to pay better attention to your surroundings. If you hadn’t been so busy on the phone while you got in your car, you would’ve seen me getting out of mine at the airport. I can only assume you are here for your husband’s concert. Or you’ve been shunned out of the country for your drunken marriage. Either way if you’re still in town when I get back I’d love to see you and catch up.

The group grew quiet as they passed around Mae’s phone and read the messages from Tyler.

“How?” Namjoon asked.

“He’s Tyler. He knows everything,” Mae lowered her head and said softly.

“I think you should come stay at the hotel with us until you leave,” Taehyung said, holding her hand to stop her from picking at her cuticles.

“No, absolutely not,” Mae straightened up and looked at him, “There are too many people that know where you guys are staying. They will be watching your every move. It’ll be safer and I’ll be more comfortable here.”

“Ok,” Taehyung nodded his head and sighed, “But I need you to promise me that if he or anyone else finds out you’re here you’ll come stay with us and our security team.”

Mae looked around at the concerned faces of her friends. They were all worried for her. Especially the girls who knew how bad Tyler could get.

“If anyone finds out I’m here I’ll go stay at the hotel,” she agreed.

“And no more keeping things from us?” Jimin asked, pointing the knife he was using at her.

“I won’t keep anything else from you, I promise. Now please put down the knife.”

Jimin pursed his lips and nodded his head, satisfied with her answer, before going back to chopping the vegetables.

[thedeathdeelers]

EOMEONI YOUR TIMING IS TERRIBLE

[moon-yeongjun]

No More Secrets || One-shot

Summary: The night of the Christmas Lighting, Eomma confronts Jun about Lo Madrigal.

You know, Jun had really not thought through the whole confession thing. 

That was pretty obvious, considering how messy and inarticulate it had all been. But it was even more obvious on the way home, the Moons all packed up in the van. Jun drove like always. The radio was on, playing pop worship music, like always. But the car was silent.

The car was never silent. How could it be silent, eh, with three sixteen-year-old girls always jabbering away?! And really, Jun didn’t even notice at first. It was late and Jun was tired, his brain whirling around like snowflakes as he thought of– who else– Lo. Lo, beautiful under the lights. Lo, her smile more dazzling than any of the decorations. Lo, with snow in her braids. How she had squeezed his hand, even as Jun stuttered and second-guessed and was generally very embarrassing, he was certain. Yet he could not even cringe at himself, because in every corner of his thoughts and in every corner of his heart was Lo. 

It was about halfway through that some of this subsided and he realized not a single person had said a thing. 

Oh. Oh, this was– weird.

Jun cleared his throat. 

No one said anything.

He coughed a bit.

No one said anything.

“Ah, I like this one,” he commented as he turned up the radio a bit. No one said anything, and now he was certain that at the very least, Eomma was mad at him, because she usually would start singing along. 

He dared to glance her way. She was staring straight ahead, blank-faced. She barely blinked. 

Oh– oh dear. And then the cold panic washed over him, harsher than any winter wind, and he would like to sink in his seat and hide, but he was still very much driving and so he could not do that, or he’d put the car in the snowbank and his family in the hospital! 

Well, maybe that would be better than whatever was awaiting him when they got back to the farm. 

And so when Jun parked the car and his siblings piled out again, he cast a glance toward the dark woods and tried to calculate if he could run fast enough to make it to the treeline before Eomma tackled him. Tchhhhh, the snow was quite deep and Jun was not extremely physically fit. In fact, Eomma went on long walks every day and even did a few workouts on Youtube. She would pummel him into the ground, like a ssireum wrestler. Escape was impossible. 

With a gulp, he got out of the car himself and trudged toward the house. 

“Sooooooooo… anyone up for some hot cocoa, eh!” Jun said cheerfully as he came in.

“Kids, go to your room,” said Eomma sharply. “Except for you.” 

She stared daggers at Jun. Oh, she really might kill him. 

His sisters and his brother all exchanged one meaningful look before darting away. He heard him pounding up the stairs and up there, they all burst into conversation and laughing. At his expense, no doubt! Yah, of course they would enjoy this. For thirty years, thirty years, Jun had never done anything wrong! He’d never put a foot out of order! Well, there was the cat thing and the fake dating thing and Eomma had regarded him with a similar cold-stone anger that he had rightfully deserved, but besides that, he really– he really had been the perfect son! What had he even done today, eh? Held Lo Madrigal’s hand? That was it! And she was treating him like– why– like he was as bad as Yeong-tae or Han-byeol!

This was so absurd, he was going to give Eomma a piece of his mind. Jun put his hands on his hips. 

“Eomma, this silent treatment really is not mature of you, I am quite frankly disappointed in your behav–” 

“Do you want to die?” She cut through his tirade before it could even start.

And Jun immediately fell to his knees, clasping his hands. “Eomeoni, forgive me!” 

“Tch! So dishonest!” Eomma snapped at him. “What were you thinking, eh? I can’t believe you are doing this again!” 

Eh? “Wh-what?”

“Seeing someone behind my back!” Eomma exclaimed. “Junnie, why are you always hiding things from me, eh? Am I really so bad? You hate your eomma that much?” Her lip wobbled, her eyes bright– though he did not think that Eomma would cry. 

Jun’s jaw went slack. “I– n-no, not at all! I didn’t keep anything from you this time, Eomma!” Jun scrambled up from the floor. “Really! And she’s not secretly a cat this time either, I promise!” 

“Aigoo, how am I supposed to believe you!” Eomma crossed her arms. “You just turn up holding hands! Holding hands and you never even mentioned her to me before!” 

Well, alright, that was, that was fair. “Eommmaaaaa,” Jun whined. “Eomma, that’s because it was the first time! We were just gaming together before!” 

“Gaming?”

“Yes, on the computer!”

“You were dating on the computer?”

“No! No! No dating! Just playing games! You know, Stardew Valley and Fall Guys and Overcooked, you’ve seen the girls play them with their friends on the Switch! We were just friends, Eomma, I swear. U-until– until tonight, I–I mean.” 

Eomma stared at him. She was assessing him with her sharp eyes, looking through him in a way that he knew that only Eomma could. She was the person who knew him best in the whole world, and yet now she looked at him like a stranger. And Jun felt like a stranger, too.

But was that Eomma’s fault? Or was it Jun’s fault, for never really speaking his mind? 

Now was his chance, for once. He thought of Lo again. He thought of their letters and how Truffle would encourage Toffee to stand up for herself. 

“I…I like her, Eomma,” he said a bit weakly. “I liked her for a while. She’s the first person I’ve ever liked like this.” 

Eomma’s eyes widened, looking at him like he really was an alien. “Yah, what about Tiffany!” 

Ah yes, his fiance. That whole thing felt worlds away. It was a life that had ended with the death of his abeoji. “Tiffany, I was only engaged to her because it was what you wanted, and what her family wanted. But we weren’t suited for each other, Eomma. We were like roommates.” 

Eomma muttered something under her breath, shaking her head.

“She’s very smart, Eomma. You’d like her too,” Jun went on, stammering. “You–really, she likes many of the same things that you like. She cooks, and she dances, she loves romantic films and tv shows. I showed you some dramas, eh! Remember Crash Course? She watched that too! She’s even learning Korean.” 

“This doesn’t sound like it happened just today,” Eomma said sharply. “It still sounds like you’ve been going behind my back again.” 

“No, I promise!” Jun exclaimed again. He sighed, rubbing his temple. “It was just as friends. It was all just as friends. Men and women are sometimes friends!” 

It was not really the way Eomma had been raised, he understood that. She was from a small farming town. Women and men didn’t become close easily. She’d met Yeong-seok and he had asked her out right that moment. 

“I know men and women are friends,” said Eomma defensively, as if reading Jun’s mind. “It just all seems very abrupt to me, that’s all. After last time, I had hoped you would talk to me. You children treat me like I’m some kind of terrible person, keeping things from me all the time.” 

“You aren’t terrible, Eomma. I’m sorry. You’re right, I should have talked to you about Lo,” Jun said, feeling just awful, the way only a parent who was excellent at guilt-tripping could make a son feel. Though– she had a point! He probably should have… talked to her… talked to…er… anyone. “I promise, I will talk to you from now on. And–and anything you want to know, I can tell you right now. Any question, go ahead!” 

“You didn’t sleep together did you?”

“EOMMA!” 

“You kids are like that these days!” 

“EOMMA PLEASE!” 

“You said any question! Stop shouting, you’re disturbing poor Tony.” Eomma leaned down and pat their family corgi, who indeed was starting to think all the noise meant it was time to play. He dropped the ball he’d carried over to Eomma. 

Jun put his hands in his face, resisting the urge to scream. 

Eomma chuckled, which was a surprise to Jun. He peeked through his hands and saw her smirking. Ah. That was revenge, now he saw. Slowly, he lowered his hands again. “Eomma…” he said “... so you aren’t… really that upset are you? I mean, that– that she is ah– that … ”

“Junnie.” Eomma crossed to him and squeezed his arms. Then she lightly smacked one of his arms. “No, I am not really upset. I just want you to talk to your eomma. I want you to be happy. It is so, so hard to be happy, and so– if she makes you happy– she does?”

Jun blushed, feeling his heart stammer now. He could not say how much Lo meant to him. After nearly a year speaking to her, she had become a very precious person. When he thought of her, he became very calm. It felt like things might work out. He wasn’t sure if that was quite happiness, but wasn’t it close? It was the closest to happiness in a long time. 

“I can talk to her,” he finally confessed this, which felt even bigger than happiness.

And Eomma smiled at him. “That’s good,” she murmured. “I could talk to your appa for hours and hours. We stayed up very late, all the time, just talking about nothing. Those are my favourite memories. And I still talk to him, you know.” 

Jun did. He heard her sometimes, in the morning. And it always broke his heart, a little. But then he’d come down the stairs and Eomma would be smiling, and that would heal some of the ache. 

“So I am happy for you,” said Eomma. “Now. If you are dating her, invite her over sometime soon, okay? Promise me.”

“I promise.”

“Good boy.” Eomma went on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. Then she slapped it softly. “Now off to bed. No “gaming!” Whatever that’s slang for!” 

“Eomma!” Jun squeaked.

But Eomma just laughed the way up the stairs.