#eun’s color ask game

[babyjakes]

Xanadu, brass, umber, lavender, russet!

aww hehe omg love these!! brass xanadu umber slate for you my friend 😌🫶

🌈 my silly lil color ask game 🌈

[imaginationofacrazyfangirl]

Summary: Everyone knows that you and Eastern U's power forward Hoseok are just friends. Even if you do occasionally sleep with each other. Okay, more than occasionally, but who's counting?

-PAIRING: Hoseok x f!reader

-GENRE: smut, 18+, minors dni.

-WARNINGS: fingering, oral (f-receiving), grinding, choking, dirty talk, penetration, dom/sub, Hoseok can be kind of dumb, idiots in love, mention of a dark side, possibly part of a larger series.

Dedicated to @junghelioseok, it took me like five years and probably sucks but here.

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Sports were always overrated until you joined a sorority. Back in high school, the basketball teams seemed to be full of nothing but arrogant athletes throwing their weight around without the realization that no one cared. Half of the time the school ignored their presence, more keen on their own devices, no matter how much the school pressured everyone for “school spirit.” In college however things were a little different. Sure Eastern U still had its arrogant jocks, but this time they had the talent to back it.

     Eastern U's basketball team was one the top in the region. Mainly due to the loyalty and hard work of its players. So you felt more comfortable stanning them than those jerks back in high school. Besides, it probably didn’t help that you were part of the sorority in charge of throwing tailgates, after game parties, and rallies for them. Honestly you never would’ve pictured yourself as one of those ‘girls’ back in high school, yet here you are nursing your second beer watching as J-Hope, the team’s power forward, did a keg stand. Your gaze narrows shamelessly as a bit of his shirt falls down revealing a pair of rock hard abs.

    You take a sip of your beer trying to mask your sudden appetite. “You are not fooling anyone you know?” Ga-Eun mentions, grinning. The girl is your best friend in the whole sorority, having ‘fostered’ you as your big sister, freshman year. She is a gentle soul unlike many of your other sisters in the house; very down to earth and into the real world, some of the many things that drew her to you. 

    She also happens to be the girlfriend of the team’s captain, Namjoon. Together she and ‘Captain America’ (as they called Namjoon teasingly, for his serious ‘all American’ boy personality) act as the binding glue to the team members. Unfortunately this all means she is involved in all the boys’ business including who they slept with. “You two should just  get together already? I mean it’s not like you hang around anybody else. Besides, Hobi tends to have a one track mind when it comes to you.” Ga-Eun pressures.

   You roll your eyes, taking another sip. “You’re exaggerating. Hoseok and I are just friends, who fuck occasionally. No need to put a label on that.”

   Ga-Eun snorts. “Right, friends who only fuck each other exclusively. Sounds like more to me.”

   “Good thing, I didn’t ask your opinion.” You say with a playful wink.

 She nudges you, but before Ga-Eun could carry out her crusade Hoseok hops over proudly raising his arms. “(Y/N), did you see that? Forty-five seconds a personal best.”

   “Personal best? Hobi, I think you out-drank the whole party.”

 “No way, you should see Yoongi. He's like a fish in water when it comes to drinking. “ Hoseok claims, throwing an arm around you. “Hey Yoongi, do a keg stand!”

     “Nah, I’m good.” Yoongi replies. Ever the responsible player, Yoongi very rarely drinks like a fish out of water as Hoseok claims, preferring to remain clear headed and healthy. “Gotta hit the court early tomorrow-like you should be doing.”

   “Aaaiiissh, you work too hard, Hyung. The next game isn’t for two weeks, you should be celebrating tonight’s win. Even Namjoon’s relaxing and he’s Captain America.” Hoseok whines.

Ga-Eun lets out a loud laugh looking over at her boyfriend drinking beside the team’s manager Jin. His face is colored a little pink, but nowhere near red like Hoseok’s. Most likely the two are discussing future games and advertisements, but at least they appear to relax more than Eastern U’s star player.

    Yoongi smiles, but shakes his head. “I’m going to head home. Maybe shoot a few hoops on the way. (Y/N), take care of him. Dumbass is the biggest lightweight amongst us. He’ll probably be feeling that keg stand in a few seconds.”

    “Gotach.” You say, already feeling Hoseok’s swaying weight. Said redhead lets out a little whine about his friend leaving early, but you are able to stave him off. “Come on big boy. I think you  already had enough tonight. You’re going to have a killer headache hangover in the morning.”

   “But I haven’t played beer pong yet? Jimin and I were going to destroy Jungkook and his team. Teach that kid some respect for us older players.”  Hoseok pouts, ranting about the maknae’s disrespect. Thankfully there is no heat behind his words, despite your own personal feeling on the matter. Yoongi might  be Eastern U’s top player now, but his throne is definitely threatened by freshman Jungkook, who got on varsity without spending any time on JV. The boy is naturally gifted- no denial there. However he lacks discipline or humility unlike the others.

      “You can do that next time. Maybe before you do a forty-five second keg stand.” you hum, leading him up the stairs into your room. It isn’t unusual on nights like these that Hoseok spends the night rather than trek across campus back to his dorm. It is easier and probably for the best seeing how you can easily picture a drunk Hobi, wandering around campus talking to everything he sees. Plus it would be a lie to say you didn’t enjoy nights spent asleep next to him; his arm stretched out protectively around your upper body as if scared you’d disappear.

    “Aaahh, your bed is so comfy. I could  sleep here all night.” Hoseok groans, making himself comfortable. 

   You snort, changing out of your bra and shirt. Away from the party you are now free to be as comfy as you want, which means booty shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Sloppy compared to your prior outfit, but you don’t feel the need to always present like some girls do. Especially not when it comes to Hoseok, who enjoys you in pajama pants as equally as he does, when you wear your usual sorority ‘approved’ outfit. Perhaps if you guys were more than the occasional friends who screwed things would be different, but you aren’t. 

    “Hmmm...if I knew we were coming up here to do this. I would’ve left the party a while ago.” Hoseok groans, adjusting himself. 

   Your mouth dries at the sight of him touching himself. Sleeping with Hoseok tonight wasn't originally the plan, but it appears as if tables have turned. Then again doesn’t it always end up this way? One reason or another Hoseok ends up in your dorm only to pound the ever loving fuck out of you. 

   Slowly you crawl on top of him, cladded only in a pair of plain white panties. “Sex wasn’t my plan originally, but if you feel up for it-” 

   He grabs your hips, forcing you to straddle his waist. A moan escapes you at the feel of his hardness under those baggy pants of his. “Who said I wasn’t up for it? I’m always up when it comes to you, princess.” Hoseok purrs, kissing your breast.

  A lewd wet sound fills the room as he lavishes your breasts with his tongue. It always surprises you how much attention Hoseok pays you. Most men dive straight for the kill. Hoseok however takes his time whenever with you. Almost paying homage to you with his mouth and fingers. “Such pretty breasts, princess. I could play with them all day.” he teases, taking a nipple into his hot mouth.

   Your mouth falls open releasing a loud gasp as his tongue swirls over it. Subconsciously you begin to rock your hips desperate for friction. “ Needy girl, aren’t we?” Hoseok chastises. He places a quick kiss to the side of your neck, before stilling your hips with his forceful grip. “But I’m not done playing yet. There’s still so much left of you, I haven’t gotten to taste.”

    His tongue trails down your neck, eliciting a shudder from you as Hoseok places open mouth kisses on it. If Hoseok’s attention to your breast is odd, then the hyper attention to your neck is just downright crazy.The boy has a thing for your neck, even when sex isn’t an option. Whether it is the protective arm over it in his sleep or him accidentally clotheslining  you each time he comes in for a hug, Hoseok loves your neck. “I am going to have so many hickies…” you gasp as he nibbles on your skin.

  “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” Hoseok mutters, lathering your skin with affection. His teeth skin your neck, teasing it slightly, before sinking themselves into you. A low gasp escapes you as you move against his erection desperate for friction. “There, all marked up nice and pretty for me, princess. Now everyone will know your mine.”

    Heat pools down between your legs. Oh how badly you wish for that to be true. As much as you deny it to Ga-Eun, you really do like Hoseok and more than friends do. He is just so perfect in an inexplicable way. However, you know he has no interest in you. Hoseok might not be as much of a ladies man as his teammates, Jimin or Jungkook are, but he does have a couple girls on his radar outside of you. 

   You kiss him, teeth biting gently on his lower lip. He smirks against your lip, before licking your lips demanding access. You open your mouth allowing his tongue to slip in. Slowly Hoseok’s hands move up, his fingers crawling over your bare skin before settling themselves on your body. One arm reaches around you pressing its hand onto your head while the other presses between your shoulder blades.

     Hoseok always loves being in control. There is something about it that makes him crazy . Perhaps it is the leading not following that got him the high, but something tells you deep down there might be something more about it. After all, you sometimes get the hint that deep inside Hoseok there is some unadulterated hatred towards his sunny personality.  “That’s my girl so beautiful.” he whispers, flipping over suddenly.

   Your body falls gently amongst the blankets. Hair floating gently across the pillow as Hoseok spreads your limbs out with his hands and knees. He crouches over you, his eyes fill with hunger as they look  at you. Shivers run up your spine at the animalistic shift in Hoseok. Sunnyside boy definitely has a dark side to him and you can’t say you exactly hated it. “Hoseok, baby...take me please.” you whine.

   Again his lips descend desperately onto yours. This time with an urgency you only ever experience with Hoseok. Desperately he struggles to slide his sweats off, only managing to do so thanks to your assistance. A grin spreads across his lip as he throws both hoodie and shirt to the ground now completely naked. “No boxers?” you grin, reaching out to touch his pecs.

   The warmth of his smooth skin radiates beneath your fingers. You can feel his heart beat rapidly underneath your palm. “Why bother? They’re only a pain to take off when I'm fucking you.” He says, pecking your lips.

    Before you can question Hoseok further, he dives down scooping your legs up over his shoulder. You gasp at the feeling of his warm breath against your opening. His grin spreads further out and a wicked look crosses him as Hoseok flicks his tongue against your lips. Your body shakes as he gives a few more long languid licks to your pussy. Teasingly Hoseok dips his tongue into your core once or twice, penetrating but not satisfying the urge between your legs. “Always so tasty for me.” he murmurs, licking once more at your clit.

   You blush hiding behind your hands. It isn't the first time Hoseok commented as such. The boy loves his dirty talk, yet you always find yourself embarrassed by his words. Passed lovers never talked as much, nor did they enjoy eating you out like Hoseok did. "Nuh uh, no hiding from me, princess. " he chastises, pushing your hands away. He places a teasing kiss on your wrist, staring hungrily at you. "Hide from me again and I'll have to tie these pretty wrists up."

    You moan unabashedly. 

He smirks, "Now hold still and let me enjoy my snack. "

  His tongue flattens against you running a long stripe along your pussy. You shiver as it draws circles around your clit. Teeth graze over the little nub teasingly causing you to gasp. Even without looking you know Hoseok is smirking. The boy becomes a cocky little shit whenever in bed, however seeing how he has the talent...A pair of fingers slips into your core filling you to the brim. “Hoseok…” You whimper as he moves them.

   “Relax baby. It’s all about you right now so enjoy.”  He whispers, breath teasing your pussy. His tongue flattens once more against your clit licking it, occasionally meeting his fingers momentarily inside your core. It doesn't take long for that coil inside you to spring and juices to spray on Hoseok. A sigh escapes as you relax against the bed, eyes watching Hoseok lick his lips shamelessly. "Tasty."

  "Shut up." You squeal, smacking him with a pillow. 

  He grins. "Seriously. My favorite snack, better than any energy drink or protein bar I had. "

   You smack him again. Sometimes this boy says the dumbest shit, yet somehow it still comes out as profound or romantic. "You know most people wouldn't compare their lover's taste to a protein bar.”

    Hoseok shrugs, “You know what I mean.”

Before you can reply he slides you to his waist. Almost as if automatically your legs clamp around him feeling the hard length of his cock against your core. A moan escapes you when he rubs it teasingly against you. “You’re like an energizer to me, (Y/N). When I’m with you, my body comes alive no matter how tired or drunk I may be. Hence energy drink or protein bar.” He states, moving your body against his.

    You barely hear his words over the feel of his cock. Something about the way Hoseok uses you for his own pleasure brings you deep satisfaction. He may worship you like no other man, but he is in now way submissive to you. “Are you even listening, princess? I’m trying to have a heart to heart here, and all you can think about is my cock.” Hoseok chastises, but continues to grind against you.

    “Sh-shut up. You know exactly what you’re doing.” you accuse.

  A dangerous glint sparks in Hoseok's eyes at your words. He reaches out, placing a hand around your neck. His large hand grips it tightly forcing you to look at him. “You’re the one acting like a whore, princess. You're practically drenching my cock in your juices and I’m not even in yet.” Hoseok replies, “Maybe I should stop since you hate it so much-”

   “No!” You shout suddenly. The plea comes out in a wispy cough as his finger continues to put pressure on your neck. Your heart beats so fast in your chest, that you're sure he can feel through his grip. You look up at him pleadingly. “Please…don’t stop, Hobi.”

     Your words must satisfy him for Hoseok slips himself inside. Even through his grip, your cry is sharp and loud. So much so that you pray Ga-Eun and the others are still out. Last thing you need is your sorority sisters making fun of you…or worse asking when you and Hoseok are going to be official.  “Hey, thoughts on me, princess. Only me.” Hoseok whispers, “I’m the one in charge here. So focus on me.”

    “Ye-yes sir.” you gasp. His hips met yours at a slow pace. Each thrust of his body slowly dragging his cock through you, meeting each and every sweet spot within you. Slow and languid usually wasn’t your thing, but Hoseok somehow is able to make it the best precursor to any hard sex you ever had. Something which according to experience would be happening at any moment.

    “Such a good princess for me. Always nice and tight for me.” Hoseok kisses your cheek. He looks at you as if you're a piece of priceless artwork. As if you’re something so fragile you can break at any moment. A sickly sweet act if not for knowing how Hoseok really thinks. Most people prefer to treat priceless artwork carefully, fearful of ruining its beauty. Hoseok desires nothing more than to fix it into his own vision.

    His hips speed up, thrusting into you like a wild man. You moan arching your back only for him to tighten his hold on your neck. You begin to feel slightly light headed when his spare hand reaches in between your legs and finds your clit. A burst of pleasure floods over you and you come, clenching tightly around him. 

   Hoseok lets out a low encouraging groan. His pace now sloppy and hard as he fucks you for his own high. It doesn’t take long before he pulls out, spraying his cum onto your sheets. He practically collapses on top of you.

    You two lie there for a few seconds, body shaking from the aftermath of your orgasms. “Fuck, seriously (Y/N). No one fucks me as well as you do.” Hoseok huffs.

      You snort. “Thanks I guess.”

  Hoseok smiles against your skin. “You know. Maybe Ga-Eun is right, and we should make it official. Afterall, I would hate for someone to find out just how perfect you are.”

   Perfect. You would never classify yourself as perfect. You are a bookworm who played in the school’s marching band throughout high school. It’s only by some stroke of luck that you ended up in a sorority fucking one of Eastern U’s players. And still….you want this. You want to be Hoseok’s perfect princess. More than that, you want to continue exploring parts of Hoseok that others did not see. 

“Let’s do it. Let’s become official.”

[cirphu]

1 2 46 for the ask game 🩷

hey lana, thanks for the questions and sorry for the delay. it's been quite a week :')

hope you're doing well 🩷

1. What are your top 3 favorite sets you’ve made

yeo jung becoming dong eun's executioner, The Glory (this whole scene was *chef's kiss and full black/white sets are a fave which i should do more often lol) henry trying to hold on to that "infinitesimal shred of self-preservation", Red, White & Royal Blue (one word: HANDS) tongfah and paper's first kiss, Second Chance (one of the best kiss scenes EVER)

2. What is your least favorite set you’ve made

phaya and tharn cuddling, The Sign (the dimensions aren't what i usually prefer, and coloring and sharpness didn't come out the way i would've liked)

46. Ever gotten a really sweet compliment over a set

yep and i'm so grateful those compliments (including ppl laughing, crying screaming throwing up etc, talking to me in the tags) have gotten me through many a tough day ^-^

[fandomsonrequests]

dad!ateez: their dad instincts kick in

inspired by @latte-fairytaekwoon​ (thanks i have massive baby fever now :’] ) and those videos where parents bust out into ninja mode when their baby is about to fall or run into something

hongjoong:

“Okay buddy, just sit there while daddy works okay?” Hongjoong tells his eight-month-old son who was sitting across him on the soft couch of the producing room. His son only babbles happily, making his father smile. 

Hongjoong shakes his head in amusement and turns back towards his computer where he started working on his music. The first few minutes, he would occasionally look over to his son just to make sure he hadn’t wandered off or touch anything. And every time he sees him just playing with the toys that surround him. So far so good. 

But it didn’t take long for the little guy to become bored and for Hongjoong to become so immersed in his work. While he was busy, tapping away and finding some samples to use, his son started to stand. The baby held onto the back of the couch, walking towards the edge where he bounces up and down, his feet dangerously close to the edge. One wrong misstep and he would go tumbling off the side. 

Fortunately, at that moment, Hongjoong’s father instincts kicked in. Something just tickled in the back of his head to check his baby. And a good thing he did because the minute he turned, his baby slipped off the edge of the couch. The man immediately launched off his chair and grabbed his son by the arm, pulling him towards his chest and rolling back onto the couch.

The baby was stunned into silence, not comprehending what had happened before laughing and patting his father’s face. Hongjoong felt his heartbeat rapidly, a sigh of relief escaping him. He kissed the baby’s little palm and brought him over to his chair where he sat him onto his lap. 

“Maybe it’s best you watch daddy work.”

seonghwa:

“That’s it Hyonjin! Keep it up!” You encourage your four-year-old daughter from behind the camera.

It was her first time riding a trike so obviously, your husband, being the helicopter father he was, asked you to document the whole thing. Speaking of which, Seonghwa was right behind your daughter, jogging a little as Hyonjin speeds down the road. 

“There you go, angel! You’re doing great!” He cheered on. 

The little girl just giggles and pedals faster. But due thanks to the laws of physics, she was moving too fast— much too fast. And she didn’t see the mailbox on the side of the road that she was about to crash into. Luckily for you, Seonghwa started sprinting towards her, his arms outstretched. 

“Seonghwa—“ You call out to your husband when you realize what was about to happen.

And by the grace of a miracle, he grabbed Hyonjin by the waist, lifting her out of the tricycle right as it crashed into the mailbox. Your daughter who was blissfully unaware of what had happened just smiled down at your dad. But all color had drained from both parents’ faces, adrenaline rushing through you.

“Daddy! Did you see it? I was going so fast!” Your little girl says to her father, shaking her dad’s arms. 

Your husband smiles weakly but no less bright. “Yes you did angel, but I think you should slow it down a little.” 

yunho :

Eun-jung, your little six-year-old baby girl, squeals as she goes back and forth on the spring rider. You watch from the side with your newly born son in your arms. You, Yunho, and your two little rascals decided it would be fun to have a picnic at the public field nearby. You were just lucky there was a small playground built there.

Your husband laughs along with your little girl as he pulled her back on the spring rider. It was nice to see that he was having just as much fun as his daughter, their energies fueling each other. 

Eun-jung started to rock the rider a little, making it go back and forth a little more violently. Yunho grows a little more apprehensive at the rate she was going but lets her keep going- he didn’t want to ruin her fun after all. And that proved to be a good decision because the moment the spring rider tipped backward, the little girl loses her grip and falls off. 

You yell out to Yunho, your own instincts kicking in, but he was already moving. He held his arms out and caught her by the waist. The force from your daughter being practically thrown off practically sent the two tumbling to the ground. Yunho’s ninja mode flips on and he turns so that he lands on his back instead of falling forward, to avoid crushing his baby girl underneath his weight. 

When he realizes what happened, his eyes widened in excitement. “Aha! I told you bubba, your dad has Spiderman reflexes!” He teases his daughter. 

You roll your eyes in amusement but maybe he wasn’t exaggerating. 

yeosang:

“Doyun, stop moving. Your father is asleep.” You warn your son who was bouncing on his spot on the couch, Yeosang’s head being right beside your son on the couch. 

“Sorry,” He apologizes before returning your attention back to the television. The whole family, apart from Yeosang who was out like a light from working all day, decided to watch a film before heading to bed. Your younger son, Ji-ho, was sat on your lap while your youngest, Haneul, was sat beside you. 

Haneul was only a few months old but could already sit up. Her attention was turned from the television though, instead, focusing on the little insect that managed to crawl into your home. It was slowly making its way across the floor. And Haneul, seeing it skittle away, thought it was a good idea to follow it.

She scoots forward on the couch and fell off the edge. Your hand shot out when you saw her move to the corner of your eye but Yeosang was faster.

Yeosang magically woke up from his nap and his arm just moved on its own accord, pinning the baby to the couch. You grab her legs and gently lay her to the floor while your sons watch in amazement at what had happened. 

“Oh my God dad-” Ji-ho cheers. “That was so cool!”

Yeosang couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching over to pull Haneul and rest her upon his chest. “Thank you, kiddo. But that’s one of the reasons why they married me.” He sends a wink towards you, making you blush. 

“Just watch the dang movie, Kang.”

san: 

“Okay Nari, just let it out,” San cooes to his baby girl, her tiny body laying on his shoulder as he gently pats her back. He had just finished feeding her milk in the kitchen and it was now time for her to burp it out. 

He rocks her back and forth, traveling to the living room where your two-year-old daughter was watching the television. You were away on a business trip, leaving San in charge of taking care of your two little angels. Sooyun turned from her spot on the couch when she saw her dad approaching and smiled, reaching out to him.

“Dada!” She cooed and made grabby hands.

“Hey Yoonie, what are you watching?” He asks her as goes over, standing by the couch. 

“Pororo!” She answered and copied the cute penguin, making her father chuckle. She sees her baby sister in her dad’s arms and reached out to make grabby hands again. “Daddy hold please!” 

San smiles apologetically at her and shook his head. “Not now baby, Nari needs to burp-burp before you can hold her.” 

But the little girl wasn’t having it. She whines and reaches out again, leaning over the side of the couch and reaching up. San turned his torso away and kept telling her no. And in a last attempt to grab her sister, Sooyun jumped up over the side, making her fall over. San’s parental mode kicks in and he sticks his foot out, cushioning her head as she fell to the floor. 

“You okay?” He asks her and she nods her head. “Let’s keep this secret between us? Okay Sooyun?”

“Okay daddy.” 

mingi:

“Song Mingi be careful with Young-soo,” You warn as you recline back on the couch. You were suffering a sore back that day, so you were resting with a warm compress on your back. “That yoga ball you’re bouncing him on is old. It could pop.”

“Don’t worry baby, I have ninja instincts. He’ll be safe.” Mingi assures you as he bounces his son on the ball, making him release a joyous giggle. 

Young-soo squeals in delight as his father turns him around and maneuvers him so that he’s able to do a few front and backflips. Your husband laughs his deep but warm laugh when Young-soo poses like a character in a fighting game. And for a while, you decide that maybe it’s best to let them be. 

But just as you predicted- the ball bursts in midjump. You felt time slow down when you see the rubber fly everywhere, immediately straightening up despite the pain that shot up your spine. Mingi’s large arms grabbed at his son, pulling him up before his face could hit the floor. 

Young-soo starts crying from the loud noise and your husband hurriedly hushes him. “Don’t cry little guy, daddy’s here.” He says and wipes the boy’s tears. It doesn’t take long for Young-soo to calm down. Mingi faces you, a sheepish smile on his face when he sees your unamused expression. 

“Heh, told you,” He stammers. “Ninja instincts.”

wooyoung: 

Wooyoung looks into the pot full of mashed rice and banana pudding with milk- or in other words: baby food. He stirs the pudding, lowering the heat before looking over to his son who was sat patiently in his high chair. He played with his little rattle, keeping himself entertained with the object.

Wooyoung smiles at himself, proud that your little one was well behaved. He had definitely gotten it from you- or at least that what some of his friends and family say. He was left in charge of the house for the day as you were out at your older son’s kindergarten to pick him up.

“Your dad’s almost finished with the best baby food ever,” Wooyoung says proudly and turns off the heat from the pot. As he was busy transferring the pudding to the baby bowl and cleaned up his area as he waited for it to cool, his son starts to rock the chair, growing bored with the rattle.

The high chair slowly gains momentum, tipping over from side to side. Hearing the sudden racket, Wooyoung looks over to the baby, eyes widening at what he saw. He practically leaps over the counter as the high chair tipped over to the left, falling in that direction. 

Before it hits the ground, Wooyoung had slid over, dropping down to his knees and stabilizing the high chair. His son just looks curiously at his father, laughing happily and bonking his father over the head with his rattle.

“Okay, maybe you aren’t as well-behaved as I thought.” Wooyoung winces before chuckling to himself. “Now you got that from me.”

jongho: 

You and your husband Jongho thought it would be a good time to have a vacation at the beach with your twins. The beach resort you had booked had some beach activities for visitors to do- banana boat riding, speedboating, snorkeling, beach volleyball, you name it. It just so happened that one of the activities was ATV riding. 

And of course, your kids knew how well their dad was at driving the thing. So they asked if they could ride one themselves. Your twins were nine-years-old, so you and Jongho didn’t see any problem with letting them ride an ATV by themselves. Of course, he was going to supervise them but he’d rather they learn on their own.

“Alright Young-min, hold onto your sister,” He instructs them while you film from the side, a grin present. “Young-soon, remember this is the break and this makes you accelerate- BUT be easy on the acceleration, gently squeeze it- not press down on it, or else you and your brother will speed away.”

“Yes dad,” The two respond in unison through their helmets. Young-soon seemed so excited though as she was practically vibrating with excitement. 

“Okay kiddos, let her rip,” Jongho says as he steps away. 

The ATV slowly moves forward at a pace that allowed you and your husband to walk alongside it. They slowly gain speed but it was nothing that made you run after them. But your daughter, being so overwhelmed with adrenaline, accidentally squeezed the acceleration too hard, making them zoom forward.

“Whoa- whoa slow down!” You call out to them. 

Jongho’s paternal instincts kicked in and he automatically latched onto the metal part that jutted out of the back of the ATV, clutching onto it for dear life in an attempt to slow down the bike. Before they could crash into the changing shed nearby, he snatches the two up in one arm and pulled them off. The bike breaks to a stop, leaving you jogging up to the three. 

“I can’t believe I caught that in film.” You breathe in disbelief, making your twins look to you excitedly. 

“Can we see???” 

[chaoticpuff17]

A Dangerous Game

part 4

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Never in Y/N’s life had she run so far so fast. She almost thought her heart would explode but whether that was from the exertion or from the panic she didn’t know. The only thing she consciously knew was that she had to get away. She had to get away quickly.

She ducked into a coffee shop and ripped out her phone hurriedly searching for Eun-ho’s number. Each ring of the phone seemed like a knife to her heart, and she could only pray that Eun-ho would answer his phone while constantly peeking out of the window in hopes that neither RM or his men had followed her.

“Y/N?”

She nearly sagged to the floor in relief. “Oh thank God.” She sobbed.

“Y/N? Y/N, what’s wrong?” came the confused voice from the other end of the phone.

“He knows.” She spoke hurriedly panic coloring her tone and drawing the eyes of the patrons in the coffee shop. “I was in the market and he was there. He knows.”

“Who knows?” he asked and one could practically hear him scratching his head in confusion. “And what does he know?”

“He was in the market, and he knows I’m trying to go home. He has someone at the station. He knows everything.”

There was a pause that seemed to go one for ages before he spoke again hushed and suddenly just as worried as she was. “He has someone in the department? Our department?”

“Yes.” She hissed gazing out the window keeping a sharp eye out for RM, Jimin, or any of his lackeys that she might be able to identify, anyone even remotely suspicious really.

“Where are you?” he asked and she could hear movement on the other end of the phone. “I’ll come get you.”

“I’m at a coffee shop near the market. I… I don’t know what to do. I just ran out of there. He could still be in the market. He could be coming here. I don’t know I just… I panicked. I ran!”

“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

“Hurry.” She begged. “Eun-ho!” she suddenly yelped just before he could hang up.

“Y/N?”

“Don’t tell anyone. I don’t know who he has on the inside.”

“I promise. Just stay there, and I’ll be there soon.”

She didn’t know how long it took Eun-ho to get there but it felt like hours. Each moment moved by at a snail’s pace. She sat there staring out the window with her heartbeat pounding in her ears like a drum counting off the endless seconds. Each moment that Eun-ho wasn’t there was another moment were RM or his goons could find her and take her away to whatever fate RM had cooked up for her. He was a man with a plan and somehow over the course of a few weeks and two meetings, he had decided that she was a part of his plans.

What could he want with her though? She wasn’t of any use to him. She didn’t have connections or money. She had herself and a cat back home that looked more like a loaf than a cat, and she doubted RM’s interest was in her loaf of a cat. What was his interest?

Marcus was dead, and most of his associates were in prison or dead. And Marcus wouldn’t have had enough influence to even be noticeable to a man like RM so it couldn’t have been because of him or his former partners. Jackson. She needed to call Jackson.

She dialed the number with shaking fingers and waited for him to pick up. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. She was about to give up hope when the familiar voice echoed through the speakers. “Hello?”

“Jackson!” she cried out in relief thankful that the man had answered.

“Y/N? What are you doing calling here? Are the cops over there not taking good care of you? Need me to beat someone up?” the man joked not knowing the seriousness of the situation at hand.

“Papillon.” As soon as the word was spoken there was dead silence on the other side of the phone.

“Y/N.” his tone was solemn. He knew just as well as she did what that word represented. Of all the people from her life before, Jackson was the only one she still had contact with, the only one she trusted. “Y/N, what happened? Are you safe? Can you speak freely?” It had been years since either of them had had need of this system, and they had both hoped there would never be a need for it again.  

“I’ve run into a problem, and I’m coming home. If you haven’t heard from me within the next two days, something went wrong, really wrong.”

“Damn it.” He hissed. “I knew sending you over there was a bad idea. “I’m coming to get you.”

“Don’t be an idiot. It’ll take twice as long to get out of here if I wait for you to come.” She shook her head though he couldn’t see it. “I’ll be back as soon as I can get on a plane, but I needed to let you know what was going on.”

“Who is it, Y/N? Who did those bastards get you mixed up with?” he growled.

“I don’t know what his real name is, but they call him RM. And he’s…” she paused taking in a shuddering breath. “Jackson, he’s worse than Marcus ever was. The guy’s like a freaking James Bond villain.”

“Two days, Y/N. If you’re not home in two days, I’m coming to get you myself.”

“Okay.” She whispered relieved just to hear his voice, relieved that he knew.

“Two days, Y/N.” he sighed heavily, and she could practically hear the cogs turning in his head as he tried to work out a plan. “Be safe, Y/N.”

“I will.” She promised as the phone clicked signaling the end of the call.

She took another deep breath and peeking out the window again to see if Eun-ho was there yet. Having Jackson know the situation had settled her racing heart somewhat, but she wouldn’t be able to breathe gain until Eun-ho was here and she was safely on a flight out of Korea, far away from RM because whatever he wanted from her it couldn’t be good. God, how she wished she had never come here.

She could have been home. She could have flat out refused to come, and she should have. She never should have let them talk her into this. She knew it was idiotic, but then again maybe she was an idiot. She’d been an idiot all those years ago when she’d first become involved with Marcus and she was an idiot now.

“Y/N!” Eun-ho asked walking into the coffee shop looking every bit as frazzled as she felt. Granted she probably looked just as frazzled.

She rushed towards him and pulled him right back out the door. “We need to go.”

The rest of the day was a blur, a horrible blur. Every moment was spent glancing over her shoulder to ensure that she wasn’t being followed by a man she was coming to firmly believe was the devil. There were plane tickets to buy, suitcases to pack, a landlord to tell that the apartment would no longer be in use. And all of this had to be done with just the two of them because who else could they trust?

They knew that there was someone in the department who worked for RM, but was it only one? She wasn’t entirely sure that she could trust Eun-ho, but she didn’t exactly have another choice.

“Y/N? We need to go to the airport.”

They had been extremely lucky to get onto a flight out of Korea on the same day, and neither of them was willing to risk being late to the airport especially for an international flight especially when it was already so late at night.

“I know. I’m coming.” She called after him pulling her suitcase behind her as she went hurrying to the car.

Within the next few minutes they had packed up the car and were on their way to the airport.

“Deep breathes, Y/N ssi.” He smiled at her though neither of them found the gesture particularly comforting. “You’ll be on a plane and out of here in two hours.” He promised. Though she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled like a rock in her stomach.

There was a chance no matter how careful they had been that RM knew exactly where she was and what she was doing. There would always be a chance with that man. She might not have known the man well, but she knew that with such absolute certainty that it was ingrained on her soul. There would always be a part of her that even when she was safely home with her loaf of a cat and Jackson that was looking over her shoulder for RM just like she would always be looking over her shoulder for the remnants of Marcus’ old empire.

“You’ll go home, and he’ll lose interest.” That should have been reassuring. That fact should have been like a weight lifted from her shoulders, but it wasn’t all because of that dread that had made its home within her.

“What does it mean?” she suddenly asked looking over at him. “The word he called me before I ran. What does it mean?”

Even though it was dark she could still see the way he tensed his hands gripping the steering wheel like his life depended on it. “It doesn’t matter.”

Somehow she was unconvinced. “Eun-ho.”

“It doesn’t matter. Trust me.”

“You’re holding onto that steering wheel like it owes you money. I think it matters.” She glared at him though he couldn’t see it with the way his eyes were glued ahead of him in an attempt to avoid her gaze.

They sat there in a tense silence for a few minutes before he finally relented. “It like dear or sweat heart or honey. It’s a term of endearment.”

The silence returned only heavier this time. “Oh.” She murmured the word barely even a sound as it left her. He was right. She didn’t actually want to know that.

Jagiya. It was her new least favorite word. Knowing that he had called her that sent a shiver of disgust down her spine. Marcus had had pet names for her. Doll. Babe. Bitch. Slut. Marcus had called her a lot of things over their time together not all of them either good or endearing, but she had never hated a pet name more than she had hated jagiya. Or perhaps it was the fact that she hated the man who said it. As much as she had hated Marcus he had never frightened her as much RM did.

“Hey, Eun-ho. That car behind us is really close.” Her gaze was glued to the car riding their tail. “They’re getting closer.”

Everything in her was screaming that something was very very wrong. Eun-ho hummed his agreement and sped up hoping to put some space between them and the SUV behind them.

“Eun-ho.” Her voice warbled as the panic began to rise as the car sped up as well.

“I know. I see them.” He assured her while speeding up a little more.

“Eun-ho!” she shrieked as they collided with the car behind them.

The world was all spinning and screeching tires for a few horrifying seconds. There was screaming but whether it was her own or her companion’s she didn’t know. And then they were still again. She looked over at Eun-ho only to see him still bent over the steering wheel.  Blood was dripping from a cut on his forehead.

The next crash was just as unexpected as the first. It was as though a bull had ran head long into the driver’s side pushing them even further off the road with a sickening crunch a spray of glass. This time she knew the scream was hers before the world was black.

There was a buzzing in her ears, high pitched and annoying. Where was it coming from? Wherever and whatever it was did not make the pain in her head any better, it even seemed to make it worse. it was a harsh throbbing pain spreading out from the crown of her head and working its way back. But it was the buzzing that bothered her most.

She tried to move a hand to her forehead but found herself whimpering in pain instead. The movement had exacerbated both the buzzing and the pain causing instant regret.

“Don’t move, jagiya.” Cooed a voice to the side of her, or at least she thought it was coming from her side.

“Eun-ho.” She groaned out searching for the other passenger, wincing as the buzzing became worse.

“Everything will be alright, jagi.” The voice cooed as she was gently shifted out of the car though the movement still elicited a pained whimper from her. “I know.” He cooed. “Hush, jagi.”

“Eun-ho.” She whimpered again as she was settled into what she assumed was a pair of arms. It was either that or she was floating. The buzzing and the pain made it hard to tell.

“I know, jagi. Everything is going to be fine now. Just sleep.”

And she did.

part 5

[tewwor-a]

* & DRABBLE — SIFTING THROUGH SHADOWS PT. 2 | @yulyecng .

A storm’s brewing overhead, but he hasn’t moved an inch at the threat of it. Teeth worry over the filter tip of an unlit cigarette until it’s almost paper thin. A call from Eun was the last thing he expected in the midst of all his wallowing. Fuck, this fucking sucks —

“Yah.” A voice knifes through the damp air.

Shit. What were the fucking chances of getting hit on both ends?

Chanyeol didn’t even need to look to know who it is. There’s only one person that speaks with such a hollow undertone. Correction — hollow and pissed. Instead of looking over, his eyes stay trained on the scuffs of his boots. He doesn’t want to give Chinmae the satisfaction of reading his expression just yet — even if the attempt will fall short. “The fuck do you want?”

“The fuck are you doing here?”

The corner of his jaw ticked with the upraise of blood pressure. And to think that he actually liked this fucker once.

“Answer me before I call him.”

That catches his attention in record time. Eyes snap over to glare at the offending figure and he barely has the control to stay still. Fighting lanky legs mcgee hardly boded well for him in the past — bastard was too fucking light on those goddamn feet to land a solid hit. “Fuck off.” He warns, choosing to skip over the usual bullshit. A plethora of lies would’ve spilled over if this had been anyone else, but they both knew his tricks and slights by heart.

“And be like you? Thanks, I’ll pass.” Chinmae pointedly retorts, knowing well and good how that’d hit bullseye. And it does — squarely in that charcoal colored heart — if the squaring of shoulders was anything to go by.

“Thought you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”

“I don’t.”

“And yet.. you’re fucking here. Something’s not adding up—”

“Not by choice and you’ve always been fucking awful with math.”

God, fuck this guy. Chanyeol allows another standstill settle as they glower at one another. Someone has to give and it sure as fuck wasn’t going to be him. And yet.. the need to know claws at him. It’s clear that bird has the higher ground and it’s only a matter of time before he breaks — “Why are you here, Chinmae?” The barest glint of satisfaction races through those unblinking eyes and he almost takes it back. Maybe it has been too long since they’ve fallen into a decent walloping. But, no — no, wait a moment longer and hold that fucking tongue.

“He’s not doing well,” The shifter states after a long beat, completely aware of how ominous that sounds.

So he wants to play this game, huh? Fine. “How?” Chanyeol asks, careful with his tone and expression. 

A scrunch comes to Chinmae’s nose. “How do you think?” 

“I don’t fucking know. Which is why I’m asking you. Nicely.” Each word was like pulling teeth, but he still takes the time to spit them out one by fucking one. 

There’s a scoff and roll of eyes, but Chinmae relents for the considerable restraint being shown. “He looks like a fucking ghost. Had a package in your name—” He pauses to turn head and spits on the ground. “But unsurprisingly enough— you weren’t there to take it. He was.”

Well, shit times two.

“You sure know how to pick them,” Chinmae continues, ignoring how he lumps himself in with the lot by proxy. “Really kind guy. Easy on the eyes too.”

“What did you do,” Chanyeol asks slowly, just shy of seething to cover up the fear. 

“The fuck you think I did, dumbass? Shoot my shot out of spite? Yeah— I might’ve considered it for all of three seconds before it became so fucking obvious how in love he is with you for some fucking reason. Grow up, man. Not everyone acts on their impulses like you.” 

“Shut. Up.”

And Chinmae does for a minute. Most of his point made it across anyways. Sixty-one seconds pass and he takes a step back. “I won’t entertain saying some shit like how we could’ve had something. I’m glad we didn’t. But he’s all in and hasn’t taken his chips back out. And from how you’re acting— I know you haven’t either. Reflect on your shit thoroughly for once. And if you continue to do what you did to me? I’ll sweep him away and fucking stomp your ass. Wise up and stop being such a fucking coward.” 

And with that, Chanyeol is left to stand under the drizzle of rain alone. 

[angelsaxis]

Now I wanna know about the game leaders and how they got roped into that job, because it's clear they didn't all like it.

there's a theory floating around that the guys asking people to play ddakji with them is how you either become a contestant or a guard. if they pick the blue ddakji = contestant, pick the red = guard. which kinda implies that the guards are also there to get a cash sum too.

i think if there's a season two it'll centre on this bc gi-eun is going back, presumably as a guard because of his hair colour (theory) and he might try and take it down from the inside.

unless you mean game leaders as in the front man. i think in that case they probably go in as a player first, like in-ho, then back as a guard and work their way up? makes sense with his brother saying something about how he disappears a lot

oooh that's such a cool theory! Especially since we know that this has spanned several decades and even a few countries, it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility for some of those guards to have been there before (especially considering how synchronized and organized they were, I felt like some of them had experience with it)

blue = contestand and red = guard makes sense too, because I know more people like blue than red (I certainly do) and would go for that based on what their favorite color is. so that's how you at least guarantee you get 456 players, and then extras from that can become guards.

[beomgyushighlights]

Circus {H.K}

Day 4 (IX)

"all eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus"

in which the first words Nari's soulmate says to her are "free britney"

or

in which two idols find their soulmates in each other after thirteen days of little comments without knowing who the other was

-a short story soulmate au-

©beomgyushighlights 2021

do not translate or repost without permission

(can also be found on wattpad and ao3 under the same username)

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The next day, something seems off about Nari. She's dancing fine and her singing is fine but every once in a while she'll wince as though she's in pain, alarming her fellow band mates. At first, it wasn't obvious but as they practice more and more the sounds become more and more frequent. "Nari? Are you okay?" Osamu asks. "I'm fine." She replies, continuing to practice despite the fact that everyone stopped for a break.

"Nari is your foot hurting again? You told me you'd stop dancing on it when it hurt." Yejun asks, reminding Nari of the promise she made to them. "I'm fine, I don't know why you guys keep asking." She replies, continuing to run through the dance. After Yejun brought up her ankle, Hyejin started paying more attention to her footwork.

   Due to Nari being made a trainee for the band while Osamu and Yejun were serving their time, Hyejin and Eun were the ones who watched her practice on her foot when it was at its worst. "Nari, stop before you make it worse." Hyejin tells her. "I'm fine!" She exclaims, her foot giving out as she finishes.

Osamu quickly catches her to ease her fall. "Have you not been wearing your brace after practice?" Eun asks. Nari is silent, her hands covering her face. "I'm taking her to the dorm, you guys order lunch for yourselves, we'll eat at the dorm and i'll be back in like fifteen to twenty five minutes." Osamu says, picking Nari up so she doesn't put weight on her ankle.

   "Hyunggggg!!!!!" Someone yells down the hall. "What!?" Someone else yells back. "We're resuming practice!" The first person yells back. Nari looks but she doesn't see anybody in the halls to give away her soulmate.

"No walking, your crutches are still in your closet so I'll grab them. I want you to keep weight off of it until tomorrow because management isn't going to be happy if they get word that you haven't been taking care of yourself like you promised you would when you joined, they've already given you a warning once." Osamu tells her.

She just nods, trying not to focus on the pain. "From now until we finish preparing for the release I want your brace on all day unless you're showering or sleeping and I want you off it as much as possible, no practicing through water breaks, no walking around the dorm because you're bored, none of that. If it gets worse, tell management and go to a doctor." He says. Nari nods again, committing all the rules to memory.

   Osamu makes her a sandwich and brings her her crutches and brace before he makes a sandwich for himself, saying bye and eating it while he's on his way out. Nari puts on music and just stares at the ceiling. A knock on the door gets her attention. She makes her way to the door, looking outside she sees a few familiar faces. She sighs, turning the lock and moving back.

"It's open." She says. The door opens and the boys walk in, greeting her and going to the living room. Jimin is the last to enter and he locks the door behind him. "I'm guessing Yejun sent you guys?" Nari asks, sitting on the couch and moving her crutches out of the way.

"Yeah, they didn't trust you to actually stay off your foot so they sent me over and when the maknae line heard they wanted to come with and Hobi came because he adores you and then Joon and Jin didn't want to be left alone so everyone came." Yoongi says. "Fun." She says. Airplane comes on and everyone vibes while Hobi sings along.

"What playlist is this?" Jungkook asks after the song finishes. "My liked songs, it's really long and I was planning on sitting there for a while." She says, the boys replying with nods, knowing about her hatred for silence. "Let's play some games!" Taehyung says, walking to the shelf in the living room.

"Why is there a Felix photo card up here?" He asks. "Thats where Hyejin put it! For easter we hid photo cards like they were easter eggs and I couldn't find Felix, thanks for that." Nari says. "Easter was months ago." Jimin says. "Yes, and we're still finding some, mostly ones that Eun hid because she couldn't remember where they were." She replies.

"Hobi, can you please get my photo card collection, it's the blue binder on the top shelf of the first bookcase, the left corner. The spine is labeled it says 'back off bitches' so it should be easy to find." She says. He nods and brings it back to her. She looks through it for the IN LIFE section. After a while of flipping she notices something.

"Uhh, Hobi can you bring me all the binders on the top two shelves and the black marker next to them?" She asks. Confused, Hobi nods and walks off, coming back with many binders. "I have to start labeling these..." Nari mumbles. On the blue ones she writes twice edition, continuing to label each binder with the proper band until she gets to Stray Kids.

She labels it and then flips to find where Felix belongs. "Okay, pass the Felix." She says. Taehyung hands her the Felix card and she places it back in its proper place. "Do you know how many more there still are left around?" Jin asks.

"Yes, we only used my photo cards because I have the most and I made everyone write who they took and which album it was from." Nari says, flipping to the back of the Stray Kids binder to find the paper.

   "All the butter Namjoons, Dark and Wild Jimin, IN LIFE Hyunjin, Twicetagram Momo, all of my Taehyung, Bang chan, Sana, and Jake, and BE Hobi and Yoongi." She answers. "How many does that total out to?" Jungkook asks.

"Too many, wanna have a scavenger hunt? Whoever finds the most photo cards gets a free hug?" She suggests, knowing that everyone loves her hugs but she rarely hugs people. The boys agree and she sends them off, asking that they refrain from the bedrooms as they've all been searched extremely well. Jin brings back peaches and cream Joon after five minutes. "Where was he?" She asks. "The cereal cabinet behind the chex." He answers, going off to find more.

She writes a one next to Jin's name. When the other members come home, the BTS boys are still searching for photo cards. "What is going on?" Yejun asks. "They're finding all my photo cards that we couldn't find." Nari says. "How many are left?" Osamu asks.

"Peaches and cream Taehyung, Dark and Wild Taehyung, Twicetagram Sana, NOEASY Bang Chan, IN LIFE Hyunjin, and BE yoongi." She answers. "Oh wow so they found a lot." Hyejin says. "Mhm, who hid one behind the chex in the cereal cabinet?" Nari asks. "Me..." Eun answers. "How did this even happen?" Yejun asks.

"Taehyung wanted to play a game but instead he found IN LIFE Felix on the top game shelf and he asked me why there was a Felix photo card up there and then I brought up how many where missing and so they went to find them and whoever finds the most by dinner gets a free hug." She says. "Well, how long has this been going on?" Osamu asks.

"Since about fifteen minutes after you left." She replies. Osamu left three and a half hours ago. "They've been doing this four three hours and fifteen minutes?" He asks. "Yeah, but they're having fun and they like to tease each other when they find a card." She says. "HA! I found the last Sana!" Jungkook brags, presenting the card in a very extra way to Nari.

"Thank you very much." She smiles. He smiles back and goes back to trying to find more. "Five more minutes then I'm ordering dinner for everyone!" Hyejin yells. "You guys can check my room if you want to, I couldn't see on top the shelves where my old song books are!" Eun says.

"Feel free the check mine too because I'm short and couldn't find any in my room so there's probably at least one in there." Nari adds. Immediately Hobi and Yoongi go into the two rooms. When the food gets back there's only one missing photo card left.

"Who's missing? I cant eat knowing there's only one left." Jungkook asks. "IN LIFE Hyunjin." She says. He nods and immediately goes to the fridge. He climbs onto the counter and looks on top of the fridge. "Is his sleeve holo?" Jungkook asks. "No, mine are always in plain sleeves." Nari replies. "Well someone's got a Hyunjin pc up here in a holo sleeve." He says.

"Okay, mine are plain, Yejun has stickers on his, Eun uses colored sleeves, Osamu and Hyejin, who has holo?" Nari asks. "Mine." Hyejin says. "How did it end up there?" She asks. Jungkook hands it to her before he continues looking for the missing Hyunjin card. After Jimin finishes he goes to help Jungkook.

"FOUND IT!" Jungkook yells. "Thank you!" Nari replies. He brings it to her on the couch where she hasn't moved. She puts him in his place in the IN LIFE section of the SKZ binder. She adds the number to Jungkook and counts them up. "Jungkook wins by one photo card." She says. He does a happy dance and claims his free hug. "Free hugs for all Bangtan boys because they found all my missing photo cards." Nari says, giving each boy a hug before giving Jungkook a second one.

"You won so you get two." She says. After Jungkook eats, the Bangtan boys go home. Nari showers and then lays down on her bed, feeling content knowing her photo cards are safe in their respective places.

[coreastories]

Modern Royals: The King’s White Day declaration

If you live in Corea and you’re a man, you probably have a burning resentment for the king always raising the bar when it comes to romantic gestures. 

For my international readers-- and let’s face it, most of my readers are international because I write in English, although some ahjummas have taken to using translation apps on my articles, just to make sure I’m accurate and/or have used what they “educated me about...”

Anyway, White Day is a special day you only see in a tiny portion of Asia

Japan started it, and Corea and Taiwan also do it. China, Vietnam and Singapore also do it to some extent

While the Western world pampers women on Valentine’s Day, it’s quite the opposite here, where men receive chocolates and confessions of love from women

It’s gotten so widespread that it’s become a standard in schools and workplaces, to the extent that “giri-choko” or obligation chocolates exist 

These are the chocolates you had to hand out to your male colleagues, relatives, friends

Apparently, you can give cheaper varieties for these people. The more expensive the chocolate, the more special the guy will perceive himself to be. It’s a game of finesse, of not leaving anyone out, making sure your recipient feels appreciated (especially the sunbaes and bosses) but making sure no one gets the wrong message either 

White Day is a reverse Valentine’s Day. It’s the women’s turn to receive chocolates and gifts from the men

And men are expected to give four times the value of what they received on Valentine’s Day

Many workplaces pool their money to buy packages of good chocolates for their women colleagues

In Corea, despite dwindling support for obligation chocolate, romantic chocolate persists. Chocolate sales reach billions of won on Valentine’s Day, and this triples on White Day.

Stores create special White Day chocolates, and advertisements and online reservations start as early as January.

White Day this year was full of queen-themed chocolates. Crown shapes, real gold flecks, the plum blossom inspired by the Royal Court’s insignia and Her Majesty’s necklace and signature forget-me-not blue color dominated the designs that flew off the shelves before they were even placed there.

Specific hashtags on Instagram were full of posts of these chocolates and photos of guys waiting in line to pick up their reservations for a Godiva box of Crown Jewels, a limited edition White Day 2021 box of chocolates quilted in the distinct Chanel pattern, which is now a trademark of the queen so often seen wearing her Coco Crush earrings or rings. 

Chocopologie’s House of Knipschildt also created Sa Majesté Truffle, very similar to their Guinness Record-holder La Madeline au Truffle, except this one contains a delicate strawberry and edible gold candy in the shape of the queen’s plum blossom pink diamond necklace. 

This is made to order, and sources say Chocopologie had to close orders from Corea when it reached 2700 pieces. That $350 per truffle. 

Delafee sold out their Plum Blossom Chocolate and Gold Lollipops in seconds, and their 24-karat Gold Chocolate Box with a collectible solid gold coin bearing the Royal Court’s plum blossom insignia, retailing at $899, sold out in one day.  

Coreans snapped them up. These were the gifts to be had. Men thought they were pretty much in the clear in pleasing their women. 

Until photos came out of the queen wearing the legendary J12 X-ray, made almost entirely in sapphire crystal. 

The J12 X-ray and its transparent sapphire crystal face and 5.46 carats of baguette diamonds, with the gear train seemingly suspended in midair

Aside from the watch hands, train wheels, mainspring, metal hinges and components, if the parts aren’t sapphire crystal, it’s diamond, and where it’s not made of diamond, it’s in white gold. The hour markers are diamonds. The bezel is diamond. The face and bracelet are all sapphire crystal. 

As it often goes in Corean media, the photos zooming in on the queen’s wrist were immediately taken down. For security purposes, and some ahjummas said it’s so the queen’s bespoke watch won’t be imitated. 

There are only twelve of these watches to be made in the world, and aside from the queen of Corea, we have not yet seen it on anyone else. The availability is still TBA. 

Sapphire crystal bracelet, plate and bridges. The luxury and rarity comes from the difficulty and expense of machining and working with sapphire crystal, the second hardest material next to diamonds.  

It’s so fitting that royalty is the first to be seen with this watch, and not just any royalty, but the queen of Corea, who does seem to like Chanel watches. 

See our Queens Day Recap, where the queen wore the Chanel Boyfriend watch. 

Here’s Her Majesty photographed wearing the J12 Phantom last year 

And I think the king’s in trouble, because I rather think the queen had no idea she was wearing $626,000 on her wrist when she and the king appeared at the UAAC Baseball season pre-opening friendly match.  

The Prime Minister was also there, along with CorGen Obstetrics Chief Chae Song-eun, the queen’s OB. 

The Royal Public Affairs Office declined to comment, but in his monthly televised panel today with the Ministries of Finance and Commerce, the press asked His Majesty about the watch as the meeting wound down, and the king answered it with laughter.    

“I did hear that men are furious with me? I’m sorry but the watch is very much the queen’s style. The sapphire crystal means the band and the watch face are indestructible. I happen to choose Her Majesty’s accessories in that criteria. 

“If you can afford to buy your wife and the mother of your child an expensive gift, why not? This country owes a lot to its women--don’t forget we have a Queens Day because we owe our queens so much-- give them expensive gifts! The most expensive you can afford without bankrupting yourself and getting yourself killed by your wife, of course.”

Seeing as the king is very much alive and his blissfully happy self as ever, we can assume the queen has forgiven him. 

And now I bet all the luxury brands in the world are gearing up with their own sapphire crystal and/or timepiece offerings. 

And while the J12 X-ray’s price is astronomical, I have to agree with the king that it’s definitely the queen’s style. That is to say, it’s absolutely wearable, unlike the million dollar diamond watches Harry Winston, Cartier, Chopard and their ilk have made. 

We do wonder what the queen has given the king for Valentine’s Day, but perhaps bearing the heir to the Corean throne is beyond enough. 

Our countdown to that happy day continues! 

[babyjakes]

I have too many colors but…

Lavender 🪻, wine 🍷, slate 🩶, brass 🎺, bazaar 🎀 (I have first hand knowledge), and olivine 🧩

my driving wasn’t even bad with you was it 🤨🤨 i don’t remember,, wine lavender brass olivine and i’ll never know bazaar bc i have control issues and will always drive when we hang out teehee 😇😇

🌈 look at this pretty color ask game i made! 🌈

[thebaddie96-blog]

Once In A Life Time

~Chapter 5~

“ He can’t think I’m wearing that”

“What? I think it's cute. He knows you well; red is definitely your color.”  

“I personally think she would look good in anything.”  

“Of course you would.” So-eun whispers under her breath.

Yesterday was filled with nothing but greatness. After my victory beer in the park I met up with So-eun and Min-oh for lunch to fill them in on the big news, not that they had any doubts in my abilities. They too had invitations to the black tie gala.  Z met up with us later at a pool house near my air bnb. So-eun to say the least was not a fan of Z from jump. The first moment she met her, her face immediately went cold. Z, who I've come to learn a lot about in the 20 hours I’ve known her, is childhood best friends with Jay’s little sister and a recent college graduate. She's a psychology major per her parents request with a passion for photography. She says she's working for Jay till she can make a name for herself and travel the world snapping pictures. 

We were currently sitting in my living room studying the dress Jay picked out for me. It was beautiful, gorgeous but I'd be lying if I said I didn’t think Jay was tryna show me off.   

“You're sure this is the dress, you didn’t pick up the wrong one?” I ask Z.

“Honey, when you walk into a boutique that houses dresses like this, and say you're here to pick up for Jay Park, you don’t get it wrong.”

“It pains me to say, but I agree”

“Well thank you, to the both of you, and Jay I guess. I’ve got the contract over here, let me get it to you before you go.” I grab the contract and walk her to the door.

“We’ll send a car to pick you up around 7. Will there be others traveling with you?” She trails off peeking behind me.

“Haha yeah So-eun and Min-oh will both be with me. You should ride with us.”

“I don’t think So-eun would like that very much.”

“Don’t worry about her, she's just grumpy and old.”

“Ok, well I’ll see you tonight.”

Shutting the door I walk back in to see So-eun scanning a magazine.

“Really So-eun?”

“What?” She doesn’t even look up from the magazine. I roll my eyes sitting next to her on the couch

“You know what. Why are you so mean to Z?”

“I don’t know what you're talking about. I have nothing against her”  

“Ok sure and what about last night.”

“What about it?”

“I’m serious So-eun, you wouldn’t let her get a word in, in any conversation we had. Not to mention your intense pool energy whenever she went up to pot a hole.”

“Ok, so I get a little competitive.”

“What about just now ‘Of course you would’, it ‘pains’ you to agree with her.” 

“I was joking.” Deflection from the real problem.

“Don’t you think that after all these years I would know when you're joking or when you're being hostile?”

“Stop gilling me, I don’t have a problem with Z.”

“Mmhmm well she’s coming with us to the event tonight.” She shoots me a tight smile obviously fake. 

“Great. Enough about me and your suspicions. How are you feeling, really?”

“Honestly, it all feels so surreal. None of it has sunk in yet. I mean I just got off a plane 5 days ago, I'm out here for a completely different project I just-- I just don’t wanna fuck it up you know.

“You’ve always done your best when you follow your heart. Don’t let the fear of chasing your dreams stop them from coming true because of self doubt. You are one of the most talented people I know; next to Min-oh, and if anyone deserves this opportunity it you 100%”

“Thanks So-eun.”

I pull her in for a hug. as we pull away she notices a small piece of paper on the coffee table.

“What's this?” she asked as she picked it up.

“Oh it's the business card of the guy I met when I first got in. Mr. Yo? I think his name was.”

“Yu? Christan Yu? Christan Yu was the fuckboy who splashed you with his car?”

“Well I don’t think he meant to.” 

“Did you call him yet?”

“No, why would I?”

“He gave you his card. He obviously wants you to.”

“ No he doesn't, his driver gave it to me.”

“ He gave it to you, told his driver to give it to you, it's the same thing. No?”

“Absolutely not, and it's been damn near a week, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t remember who I am or the situation that happened.”

“How could he not? Imma call the number.”

“What? So-eun no stop.” 

She quickly punches in the number, throwing the phone at me after she presses speaker. It rings 3 times before a deep voice answers.”

“Hello?”

I just sit there staring at the phone. 

Say something. So-eun mouths.

Like what.

I don’t know anything.

“안요?” He asked again but in Korean.

I hesitate, rushing out a quick “Sorry wrong number.” then hanging up.

“Smooth babe smooth.”

“Shut up. No one told you to do that.”

“I was just tryna help you out. You could get some good Korean Dick while you're in town. And knowing your sex drive we will need to find someone soon.”

“ I have traveled in preparation thank you very much. And how would you know if his dick game was good?” She looks at me surprised then guilty. “Oh my god. Did you sleep with Christian?”

“Let's get ready for the Gala. We only have six hours till the event starts and if you're still the same girl from college it's gonna take you forever to get ready. What time are we supposed to be leaving?”

“Oh this is great. Does Min-oh know?” She’s stuck in it and she knows it.

“No, it was before we started dating.”

“Oh this is great.” I get up heading to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?”

“ To shower.”

“You won't tell Min-oh right?” I just continue walking to the bathroom whistling a tune “Right B?!?!”

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This dress was tight as fuck, my feet hurt, everyone who's anyone in South Korea is here, and oh, I’m the only one in a bright red dress. The fact that I don’t like big events like this isn’t helping my mood. I need to smoke ASAP. Lucky for me I smuggled a blunt in my bra at the airport. I just have to find the right time to sneak out. I scan the room from the corner I was standing in near the stage. A perfect view of everyone in the event but still hidden in the shadows.

When we arrived Jay swooped me away from So-eun, Min-oh, and Z. We spent almost an hour working the room. He introduced me to some of the label's top artists, producers, and stylists. Even some artists from H1GHER music. Don't get me wrong, it's been fun getting to know the people I'm gonna get to work with but this is all new experiences that I'm just gonna have to get used to.

"So here is where you're hiding" So-eun sneaks up next to me leaning on the wall.

"Ha, yeah I just need a break. So Many 'hellos' 'nice to meet you' and 'the pleasure is mine'. Did Min-oh talk to his guy?"

"Yeah we can pick up after the Gala."

"Ugh, ok I'm gonna head outside for some air."

"So you sneak away, leaving me to deal with Loopy and Nafla's drunk asses on my own. And you--" Min-oh turns to me, shaking his finger. " Why are you in a corner in the dark all alone?" 

He was clearly tipsy, he gets a little clingy and bossy when he's under the influence.

" You guys were only talking to each other. What was I post to do, stand there like a deer in the headlights?"

"Yeah and I was just going to get some air, I'll leave you two to talk. Where is Z."

" With her people." "With the AOMG guys'' They both said at the same time. I shoot So-eun a look for her comment and start to walk off.

" Ok, cool. I'll be right back."

Heading off toward the exit, I clutch my bag housing my soon to be smoked blunt. I'm close. I can see the exit in the clear, bodies start dividing, allowing me to pass. I've got one hand on the door ready to open. At the same time I push, the door is swung open and I come stumbling out colliding with the feeling of soft velvet against a firm chest. 

"Sorry I didn't know someone was on the other side." That voice. 

I look up, stepping back. It's him, the guy from the airport, I mean Christian Yu, and he was looking good. Fashionably late but fashionable he was. He was wearing a slim fit crimson velvet blazer jacket with silk black slacks and crimson velvet loafers to match, his hair was styled back making his jaw line pop. I stood there just staring at him.

" Are you ok?" No realization is present in his voice. He doesn't remember me. I mean I was covered in street water, but this is the second time we've had a forced interaction and I'd be lying if I say it didn't hurt my ego a bit.

" Yeah, sorry I was in a bit of a rush. Thanks for breaking my fall tho’ I don't think this dress would have survived." He scans my body taking in the silhouette of my dress lingering a little longer than need be. "Excuse me." 

I step to the left, walking past him and heading out the door. Yeah, that blunt will be nice right about now.

[myforeverforlife]

three’s a handful!

For @itsbaekhyunsbutt​ Parent Baekhyun and 68. "He's four years old!!" + 74. "You're a dork, just like your father." + 76. "Daddy!" + 77. "I lost our child." (I hope you enjoy it! This was so much fun to write, I almost felt bad for Baekhyun 😂)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Fem reader

Word Count: 2,389 

Masterlist

For the past couple of weeks, all you heard about was the school festival. It was a family tradition to go every year, as stressful as it got sometimes with three kids. But seeing how your children were always ecstatic at the thought of going, you and Baekhyun couldn't find it in your hearts to say no. 

Tonight, music filled the school grounds, people drawn to different food stalls, game booths, and ever the usual favorite — the inflatable obstacle courses.

You smiled to yourself as you watched Baekhyun walking further up ahead with the twins, Kiyeon on one side and Kisoo on the other. Eun, the baby of the family, walked beside you with a skip to his step. While the twins were nearing the end of third grade, Eunnie was finishing up preschool. All of your children were growing up too fast for your liking, and you longed to keep them like this forever. 

Kisoo looked over his shoulder before pulling at Baekhyun's hand. "Dad, wait! Mom and Eunnie are behind us." 

"Oh, but the lines for the games are getting long," Kiyeon lamented, staring at the crowds of people waiting beside the booths. 

"We still have time, Kiyeonnie." Baekhyun ruffled his daughter's hair, laughing at the small tufts sticking up as a result.

Much to your daughter's relief, you and Eun finally caught up with the rest of them. You could practically feel the anticipation radiating off of each kid, eager eyes and fidgety feet barely keeping them in place. 

"What do you guys want to do first?" Baekhyun asked. 

Eun perked up. "Face-painting!"

"Can we eat first?" Kisoo looked wistfully over to where food was being sold, the promise of savory treats awaiting him. He folded his hands over his stomach, trying to keep the hunger pains away. 

"Mama, I wanna do face-painting!" Eun exclaimed, tugging at your shirt even as Kisoo continued to pout and clutch at his stomach. 

"Okay, how about this," Baekhyun spoke up. "Eunnie, Kiyeonnie and I can go do games and face-painting while Mommy and SooSoo eat." 

"Yes!" Kisoo jumped up and down, ready to run over to the food stalls until you laid a hand on his shoulder. 

"Okay, but stay together," you warned. All three children grew serious as they recognized that tone in your voice. "Don't go walking off by yourself, and stay with Daddy, okay?" You stared pointedly at your youngest, remembering all of the times he'd slipped away while at the store or library, scaring you and Baekhyun half to death. 

Kiyeon immediately grabbed hold of Baekhyun's hand while Eunnie nodded, eyes bright with excitement. "I'm gonna be Ironman!" he squealed, feet doing a little dance. 

Baekhyun flashed you a wide grin, winking before taking Eunnie's hand. "Say bye to Mommy and SooSoo!" 

Kiyeon and Eun barely got the words out before they were pulling Baekhyun away, your husband laughing as he tried to talk them into walking. 

You shook your head with a smile, knowing that by the end of the night, the entire family would be tired out. But for now, you might as well enjoy yourself. Kisoo didn't complain as you held his hand, although he had recently been complaining about being overly affectionate in public — especially around his friends. "What do you want to eat?" you asked him. 

"Pizza! Mom, I bet I can eat more than you." 

That earned a chuckle from you. "You're a dork, just like your father. And I'm pretty sure that's where you got your pizza obsession from, too." With your free hand, you lovingly smoothed down the stray hairs poking up at the back of his head. "Alright, Pizza maniac. Let's go get some food in you."

Eun frowned as he waited in line for the ring-toss booth, his father and sister standing patiently beside him. "Daddy, hurry. I wanna do face-painting." 

"I know, Eunnie. But this line is long because there's a lot of people, so we have to wait. After we do this game, we'll do face-painting, okay?" Baekhyun squeezed his son's hand, rubbing his thumb over the tiny fingers there.

Baekhyun was relieved when it was their turn, more for his kids' sake than his own. "Alright, Eunnie! Are you going to play against Kiyeonnie?"

Eun shook his head fiercely, nose in the air as he looked away.  

"Are you sure?" 

"It's fun, Eunnie!" Kiyeon added. "You can win toys!"

"I don't want to." Eun pouted, hands crossed over his chest. Kiyeon shrugged. "Daddy, play with me!" 

Baekhyun shot a worried glance at Eun, feeling guilty about disappointing his son. "We'll go right after this, okay Eunnie?" He picked up the stack of rings on the counter, Kiyeon eager and ready to play.

The person running the game gave them the cue to start, colored rings immediately flying through the air. Baekhyun cried out in disbelief as ring after ring failed to fall onto the bottles. Kiyeon was doing better, even giggling at her father's misfortune. By the end of it, Baekhyun had managed to throw a couple of rings on the bottles, losing easily to his daughter.

Baekhyun grinned as Kiyeon picked out a small plush toy. "Eunnie, are you sure you don't want to try?" he asked, turning around. But where Baekhyun had been expecting to see his son, was only an empty spot. 

"Oh my God," he gasped, eyes scanning over the crowd of people close by. "Eunnie!" 

"Daddy?" Kiyeon came closer, nervous at the growing fear in Baekhyun's voice. 

"He was right here, oh shi— shoot," he corrected quickly, heart dropping to his stomach. He immediately reached for his pocket, pulling out his phone and calling you. 

"Baek?"

"Baby, I lost our child," he said, panicking as he continued to look through the crowd. Still no sign of Eun. 

"What?!" you asked, voice high. "What happened?!"

"Kiyeon and I were playing a game, and we thought Eunnie was next to us, but he must've walked away," Baekhyun said in a rush. 

"Where are you right now?”

"The ring-toss booth, it's in the first row from where we came in." 

"Okay, we'll be over there." Then more firmly, "We'll find him, Baek." 

Baekhyun nodded, forgetting that you couldn't see from your end. "I'll look around here with Kiyeonnie," he replied before hanging up. Kiyeon was already trying to peer through the groups of people nearby, standing on her tiptoes. 

Baekhyun reached down to hold Kiyeon's hand, determined not to lose another child as they widened their search. Both of them made their way through the booths, looking over each person as they passed for a familiar shock of black hair. Baekhyun's hands were trembling, heart beating fast in his chest as his anxiety grew with each passing second.

"Dad," Kiyeon suddenly shrieked. "Eunnie's over there!" She pointed frantically at a booth a few stalls down, the line much shorter than the one they had previously been in. Baekhyun spun around quickly, frantically searching until his eyes settled on a figure seated in a chair much too large for him. Baekhyun laughed in disbelief, a hand coming up to rest on his forehead. "Of course — face-painting." 

Eun's legs swung back and forth excitedly as the artist covered his face with red and gold face paint. His face lit up when he saw Baekhyun, a large smile on his face that was perfectly identical to yours. "Daddy!" Eun's voice chirped up. "I'm Ironman!"

Baekhyun forced a grin onto his face, although he felt like he could've passed out in relief. “Wow, you are!" He pulled his phone back out, chewing down on his lip as he waited for you to pick up.

"Did you find him?" he heard you ask worriedly, picking up on the first ring.

"Yeah, he ran off to get his face painted."

You sighed into the phone, and Baekhyun had never agreed more in his life. "Is he okay? Kiyeonnie too?" 

"They're fine. Eunnie's the only one not freaking out over here." Baekhyun glanced down at Kiyeon, the eight-year old keeping a protective watch over her brother. "I can't believe he's already acting like a teenager, running away from us as soon as he can." 

"He's only four years old," you replied with a relieved chuckle. "God, I'm so glad he's okay. Baek, we’re almost there."

"Okay. We'll be here." 

With his face completely transformed into Ironman, Eun came running over. "Daddy, look!"

"It looks great, Eunnie! But," Baekhyun squatted down, hands on his son's narrow shoulders. "Do you remember what Mommy said before?" 

Baekhyun could see the gears turning in the four-year-old's brain, his son finally shaking his head no. "Mommy said to stay together all the time, to stay with me and Kiyeonnie."

"I'm sorry, Daddy." Eun stared back at his father with those innocent puppy eyes, unaware of the effect he had on Baekhyun. Even with years of trying to build up resistance to the adorable expressions of his children, Baekhyun could feel his resolve weakening. 

"I need you to stay with me, okay? Pinky promise." He held up a pinky finger, a finger almost half of its size coming up to wrap around it, sealing the deal. 

"Eunnie!" 

Baekhyun looked over his shoulder — he would recognize that voice anywhere.  

You moved around a few people standing close by, Kisoo following right after with his slice of pizza in his hand. "Oh, my baby," you exclaimed upon seeing Eun safe and sound. 

"Mama!" Eun laughed, running into your arms as you crouched down to hug him. "Look at me! Look at my Ironman face!" His chin bumped into your shoulder, and you knew that there would be a splotch of paint on your shirt. But that was the least of your worries right now. 

"Eunnie," you said firmly, moving away slightly to look him right in the eye. "You scared me and Daddy. We didn't know where you were!"

The smile fell from your youngest's face, his droopy eyes staring back at you. "You were scared?" 

Nodding, you cupped his tiny cheeks, face paint and all, the baby fat pillowing in your hands. "Very scared. I didn't want you to be lost, or alone and hurt."

"But I wasn't!" 

"But Daddy and I didn't know that. Daddy didn't know where you went because you didn't tell him." Eun's eyes started to gloss over with tears, and you cooed in sympathy. "I know that you wanted to go do face-painting, and that it was really hard to wait." 

"I waited forever," Eun pouted, sniffling pitifully.

You looked up to exchange a grin with Baekhyun, both of you secretly thinking about how cute Eun was.

"Well, what do you want to do now? We can all go together this time," you told Eun. 

The boy hummed in thought, eyes setting on his older brother. Kisoo, relieved upon seeing that Eun had been found, was finishing up the rest of his pizza slice. "I'm hungry," Eun stated. 

"That makes two of us," Baekhyun said. He scooped Eun up, carrying his tiny son in his arms as the boy giggled, all traces of sadness forgotten. 

"What about you Kiyeonnie?" you asked your daughter, her hand easily slipping into yours. 

She tapped a finger against her chin, something she had recently picked up from watching Baekhyun do the same. "I want pizza too, like SooSoo's." 

"It's so good!" Kisoo gushed. "Mom's pizza was better, so we traded." 

Baekhyun quirked an eyebrow up in amusement. "Wow, Mommy gave you her Hawaiian pizza? How come she never gives me any? Hawaiian's my favorite," he said in an exaggerated whine. 

"Dad, I'll share with you!" Kisoo lifted his half-eaten slice to Baekhyun. 

Chuckling, Baekhyun thanked his oldest son before taking a tiny bite. "Mm!" he exclaimed. He grinned mischievously, leaning in for another bite of his son's pizza while Kisoo laughed and pulled it away. Eun tried leaning in for a bite too, erupting into giggles when Baekhyun only held onto him more tightly. 

"Alright," you broke in. "Let's go before we start fighting over pizza." 

"Pizza, pizza!" Baekhyun started to chant, the rest of his children joining in with their tiny voices. You could always count on your husband to brighten up the mood, especially after a stressful moment. He led the way, Eun in his arms and Kisoo at his side, with you and Kiyeon close by. 

You let out a deep breath, the worries finally tumbling from your shoulders. Kiyeon stared up at you, her eyes a reflection of yours. "What's wrong, Mommy?"

"Nothing, I'm just glad that we're all safe." A fond smile found its way onto your face as Kiyeon snuggled up against you, her long hair tickling your arms. "Thank you, sweetie." 

As tough as parenting was sometimes — okay, most of the time — you wouldn't change a thing. When it had just been you and Baekhyun, both of you were content with what you had. Neither one of you could imagine how much more life these three children would bring to your home, how much your lives would be changed for the better.

Even later, as you watched your children cheerfully eating their slices of pizza, you were touched by the realization that there was nothing else you could wish for — not when you had everything you already wanted. 

As if reading your mind, Baekhyun leaned closer to you, his knee bumping against yours under the picnic table. "I love you," he murmured into your ear, only for the two of you to hear. 

You turned to place a chaste kiss on his lips, ignoring the giggles of your children. "I love you too, Baek." 

Baekhyun's face lit up, diving in for another kiss. You laughed as his nose bumped into yours, both of you sharing in the silliness of the moment before he tried again. You had years of kisses from Baekhyun, but each one always felt new, reigniting the flame he had lit long ago when you first met. 

And now here you were, married for a decade and with three special children that you wouldn't trade the world for.

With your family, things tended to be noisy, messy, full of energy. There was never a dull moment. 

You wouldn't have it any other way. 

A/N: this was so much fun to write?? this was the first thing that came to mind when reading the prompt (especially because this is something that would happen to my brother all the time, even at amusement parks 😅) the hardest part was coming up with the kids’ names?? since I kept picturing the youngest kid as being the most similar in appearance to baekhyun, I named him after baek’s character in moon lovers. and then going off of that logic, I looked for other roles that the exos have played and picked kisoo (ksoo’s swing kids character) for his other son. and then since kisoo had a twin (lol I just really wanted to write twins into the story), I wanted to look for a name similar to kisoo’s. honestly, although I imagined eun looking the most like baekhyun, I think kiyeon would be most like him personality-wise? but anyways I’m rambling about fictional kids LOL 😂 it was really important for me to make sure that I included small bits of baek with each of his kids, and it was so much fun to imagine the special relationships he’d have with each one 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

BTS DRABBLE

Anon Request: Dad!Bangtan spend time with your kids on their own. 

Tags: Bangtan, BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, BTS Drablle, Anon request, Anon ask, Beyond the Scene, Dad!Bangtan, Dad AU, Husband AU, Kim Seokjin x you, Min Yoongi x you, Jung Hoseok x you, Kim Namjoon x you, Park Jimin x you, Kim Taehyung x you, Jeon Jungkook x you, Fluff

Genre: Fluff

Title: A Day with Dad

KIM SEOKJIN

“Remind me why we’re doing this again?” 

Jin glanced over at his older daughter, who was slouched low in the chair beside him, mindlessly scrolling through her phone in a bored manner, her teenage tone filled with annoyance and angst. 

“Because.” Jin replied, checking his watch quickly to make sure they were still on schedule, before he moved his gaze to the still closed dressing room before them, where he could hear Mishil fumbling around inside as she tried on clothes. “Your mother had to work today, and I figured this would be a good opportunity for some bonding time with your old dad. So I volunteered to take you school shopping.” 

Hyo sighed heavily from beside him, but didn’t respond, and at that moment, the door to the dressing room swung open, and Mishil stepped out shyly, as she held her arms out at her sides and spun around in front of Jin. “Does it look good, dad?” 

“I love it, Mish.” Jin responded, a large grin revealing white teeth against his darkly tanned skin as he regarded his younger daughter with a sage eye. “That dress will be great for school!” 

“Okay!” Mishil happily skipped back into the dressing room, closing the door behind her. 

“Hurry up, Mish, okay? We still have to go to the shoe store.” Jin called out as she disappeared from view, settling back into his chair beside his older daughter once again, who was still busy looking at the screen of her phone. 

“Hyo.” He said, letting sternness leak into his tone, and she looked up at him, clearly annoyed, as he held out his hand expectantly toward her. “Give me the phone please.” 

With a sigh that spoke of teenage oppression, Hyo slapped her phone into her father’s outstretched palm, choosing this opportunity to complain once again as Mishil emerged from the dressing room, chosen clothing items hung over her arm, “I seriously don’t understand why you had to take us school shopping. Mom knows what we like.” 

“And I don’t?” Jin asked his older daughter with amusement in his voice, as he stood from the chair and took the clothing from Mishil, headed toward the register, as Hyo trailed behind them, dragging her feet reluctantly. “Ill have you know, Hyo,” He continued, as he smiled at the cashier as she rang up their purchases, “Your uncles and I have been voted the ‘most fashionable boy band” for several years in a row now. My title is uncontested.” 

Jin could practically hear Hyo roll her eyes from behind him at his words, and he hid a smile from her view, knowing he’d only make the prepubescent teenager angrier if she knew he found her disdain amusing, in ways only a father could. 

Taking the bags from the cashier’s outstretched hands, Jin thanked her and they all exited the store, headed down the sweeping stretch of the indoor mall toward the shoe store.  

“Fine, dad. Let’s play a game.” Hyo finally spoke again, as they entered the large store, racks and shelves displaying hundreds and hundreds of shoes. “If you can pick out a pair of shoes for both Mishil and I, in this store, without any input or hints, that we actually like, then I will tell you, to your face, that it was a good idea for you to bring us school shopping.” 

Jin paused, turning to watch as Hyo sat down on a nearby bench, her arms folded over her chest, a slight glare on her face, and he once again hid a smile as he asked, “No take backs? That’s the deal?” 

“Yup.” Hyo popped the ‘p’ past her lips like she was chewing bubblegum and had just blew a bubble, her gaze bored as she began to inspect her brightly painted nails on one hand. 

“You’re on, princess.” Jin said, pointing at her, before he gave an overly excited Mishil a high five. “Come on, Mish. I’ll do you first.” 

Leaving Hyo to her teenage devices, Jin trailed through the dozens of aisles of shoes, his keen eyes roaming over each and every pair, before he let out a sound of success, holding up a brightly colored, light up sneaker, complete with multicolored laces woven through the closures. 

“Aha. Here you go, Mishil. Perfect choice.” Jin showed the shoe to his younger daughter, whose eyes lit up with excitement at his pick, as she took the sneaker into her palms and began to jump up and down, grinning from ear to ear. 

“You did it, daddy! You picked the one I would have picked!” Mishil squealed, as Jin reached down to pull out the shoes in her correct size. 

“I know I did.” He said triumphantly, as he handed the box back to her and pushed her in the direction of her sitting sister. “Now go sit. Hyo’s a little harder than you, so I might be a minute.” He winked at his younger daughter, who flashed him a grin and a nod and went to sit beside her sister. 

Humming to himself, Jin resumed his perusal of the shoe aisles, until something caught his eye toward the back of the store, and confident in his find, he plucked the shoebox in Hyo’s size from the shelf and returned to where his daughter’s were sitting, Mishil happily trying on her new sneakers and chatting away, as Hyo rolled her eyes at her sister’s antics. 

“All right. Here you go, Hyo.” Jin plopped the box down in front of his daughter, and she eyed him suspiciously, leaning forward to open the box to see the shoes he had picked. 

She didn’t have to say anything for him to know that he had won. 

The way her eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, at the sight of the black and white checkered pair of converse, complete with hot pink laces, nestled in the bottom of the box, was enough confirmation for Jin to know that he had succeeded. 

Slamming the lid back on the shoes, Hyo tried to cover for herself, a she painted a neutral expression on her face, saying beneath her breath to her father, “All right. I guess school shopping with you isn’t so bad.” 

“That’s what I like to hear!” Jin exclaimed, as he pumped his fist in the air, much to the amusement of Mishil and the embarrassment of Hyo, before he asked happily, “All right. Now who wants ice cream?” 

MIN YOONGI

“And you’re sure you guys are doing okay?” 

Your voice was tinny through the speaker of Yoongi’s phone, as he held it to his ear with his shoulder, needing his hands free to type on his keyboard, as he worked on yet another project in The Genius Lab. 

He chuckled at your repeated question and obvious worry, and glanced over his shoulder at the baby sleeping peacefully in her pack and play in the corner of the darkened studio. “I’m sure, Jagi. Honestly, Jag-Eun is still down for her nap, and she’s been an angel so far. We’re totally fine. Don’t worry so much.” 

“Okay, Okay.” You sighed out, and then there was a pause, before you said, “You know I trust you, right Yoongs? It’s just that this is the first time I’ve been back to work since she was born and you know I get a little crazy sometimes.” 

Yoongi chuckled again, warmly, at your words, and he spun around in his desk chair, glancing once again at the dark hair covered head of his daughter, barely peeking out from her bundle of blankets, as he said softly, “I know, jagi. It’s all good. You’re just the right amount of crazy.” 

You laughed, the sound loud through the phone, and then sighed again, before saying, “Okay, I have to go to my meeting. But call me if you two need anything alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Yoongi waved you off, noting that Jag-Eun was beginning to stir from her sound sleep. “See you tonight, jagi.” 

“Bye, Yoongs.” 

Setting down his phone, Yoongi pushed himself up from his chair with a slight grunt, his legs slightly numb from sitting still for several hours, and crossed the room to the pack and play, crouching down beside it as he reached in to brush the covers back from his daughter’s face. 

He was met with a pair of dark, wide eyes looking back at him, and a tiny fist stuck contentedly in her mouth, and he couldn’t help the laugh that rumbled through his chest, as he said softly, his finger running down one of her soft cheeks, “Hey, baby girl. Did you have a good nap?” 

Reaching into the pack and play, he carefully collected Jag-Eun into his large hands, and cradling her against his chest, he retreated to the comfort of the futon, settling back into the cushions, as he laid his daughter across his thighs, unwrapping one of the many blankets around her, as she watched him with large, expressionless eyes. 

“Mommy worries too much sometimes, baby girl. I really don’t think the studio is that cold.” Yoongi said to the listening baby, amusement lacing his words as he tossed aside a few of the blankets. “You look like you’re ready for the next ice age.” 

“There. Better?” He asked, giving the baby one of his fingers, as her tiny fist curled around the offered digit, eyes blinking slowly, as her face scrunched slightly as she yawned widely, revealing the flash of pink gums. 

A knock at the door interrupted the quiet, and Yoongi called out for whoever it was to enter, his eyes never leaving the form of his daughter resting on his lap. 

“Yoongi-hyung, can I borrow your recording equipment?” Hobi asked, coming into the studio, a grin lighting up his features as he caught sight of Jag-Eun laying on Yoongi’s lap. “Oh, I forgot you have the little princess here today! How’s (Y/N)’s first day back at work going?” The younger man plopped himself carefully down beside Yoongi on the couch, reaching out to run some fingers across the baby’s fuzzy head gently. 

“I think it’s good. She keeps calling and texting to make sure we’re all right though.” Yoongi replied, flashing a smile down at his daughter, whose lips curled slightly upward in response to the expression on her father’s face. She was so close to smiling, and Yoongi wanted to be there when she did. 

“Your mommy’s kind of a worrier.” Hobi laughed, talking to the baby, as he pinched one of her cheeks lightly between his fingers, her face crinkling upward in response to the stimulus. 

“That’s what I told her.” Yoongi grunted, albeit his voice held amusement, as he motioned toward the discarded pile of blankets. “(Y/N) sent her here with enough blankets to warm an army.” 

Hobi laughed again. “Really? I don’t think it’s that cold in here!” 

“That’s also what I said.” Yoongi grumbled, before leaning over to press a kiss to his daughter’s warm, flushed cheek, shaking his head in exasperated amusement. “Between you and me, baby girl, I think mommy loves us both so much, that she doesn’t know how else to show it, so she just gives us blankets and jackets.” 

Hobi followed Yoongi’s gaze to the corner of the studio, where a coat rack held dozens of unused jackets, and then back to the rumpled pile of blankets, and he laughed, Yoongi joining in, the baby watching them with slightly startled, wide eyes. 

“But also between you and me, baby girl, it’s not a bad thing to be loved so much. Not a bad thing at all.” 

JUNG HOSEOK

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” 

Hobi glanced up from where he was pushing Korain on the swing, the twin giggling as he tried to grab and eat his feet on every forward pass, to where his other son stood on the peak of the playground equipment, waving to them from the top of the long, curly slide. 

“Kyong! How’d you get all the way up there?” Hobi called out to the other twin, still pushing Korain in a repetitive motion. “You must be a mountain climber!” 

“Stop, daddy! I want to go on the slide with Ky!” Korain protested, losing interest in the swing as he caught sight of his brother. 

“Okay, okay.” Hobi pulled the swing to a stop, hoisting Korain down and onto his feet, as he patted his bum in the direction of the playground equipment. “Go on then.” 

Hobi watched Korain run off to climb up the ladder to his still waiting brother, letting out a slight sigh, as he reached up to adjust the backwards baseball cap sitting on his head, before digging in the pocket of his pants for his phone. 

There was one unread message from you and he pulled it up, a slight smile crossing his lips at your obviously rushed words. 

You: Hey, baby! I’m late for a meeting, but just wanted to tell my three favorite boys that I love them! See you all tonight. <3

“Daddy! Look, we went down at the same time!” 

Hobi stuffed his phone back into his pocket and looked up at his son’s words, as Kyong and Korain appeared at the end of the yellow slide, laughing and elbowing each other as they struggled to get off together. 

“Wow. That’s super tricky, guys.” Hobi said, a smile in his voice, as he crossed the playground to help them down from the slide. “Are you guys superheros or something?” He tickled them both slightly, and they giggled again, dodging around his hands to run back to the ladder for the slide again. 

“Come on, Ko!” Kyong called down to his brother, who was already hot on his heels. “Let’s go down again!” 

Hobi watched them climb the ladder and disappear into the opening of the slide again, their shouts of glee echoing down the slide as they readied themselves to go down again, making him smile as he listened to their happiness. 

“They’re adorable.” A woman’s voice made Hobi glance to his right, as another mother arrived at the park, putting on her squirming daughter’s coat as she addressed him, the boys arriving once again, at the bottom of the slide. 

“Thanks.” Hobi replied, offered her a bright grin, as she straightened with a sigh, finally released her impatient daughter onto the playground. 

“I don’t know how you do it. I’m exhausted just with one.” The woman smiled, as she watched her daughter climb up after the boys toward the slide. 

“Ah.” Hobi waved his hand at her in a casual manner as he watched the boys carefully, making sure they weren’t pushing or shoving each other on the ladder. “You get used to it. It was definitely an adjustment at first though.” He laughed, briefly remembering when the two of you had found out you’d be having twins, and how surprised you both were. 

“Well, enjoy your day.” The woman gave him a little wave and retreated to one of the benches underneath the shade of a tree outside the ring of the park. 

“Daddy, daddy!” Korain emerged from the slide once again, excitedly running over to his father, Kyong emerging shortly after and following on his heels as they both came to a stop in front of Hobi, reaching for his hands. “Come down the slide with us!” 

“Ah! Do you think I’ll fit?” Hobi teased, as they dragged him toward the ladder that led to the tall slide. 

“We’re superheros, remember?” Kyong spoke up, pushing him up the ladder in front of them. “We can MAKE you fit.” 

Hobi laughed, reaching the platform of the slide, and waiting for the boys to join him, he motioned to the slide, as he said, “You guys go first. So I know it’s not scary.” 

“It’s not scary, daddy.” Korain said seriously, as he planted himself at the top of the slide, glancing over his shoulder as he said, “See?” and then he disappeared down the tube. 

“Yeah, and we’ll catch you at the bottom, daddy.” Kyong was next, sitting down in the mouth of the slide, confident in his and his brother’s ability to catch their father at the end of the ride. 

He disappeared down the slide, and Hobi took his place, long legs stretched out into the darkness before him, as he called down to the unseen twins, “Okay! I’m coming! You guys ready to catch me?” 

“We’re ready!” Their voices chorused up from below, and Hobi grinned to himself, as he pushed himself off and down the slide, bending his legs so that they wouldn’t jam into the walls of the obviously child sized attraction. 

Reaching the end, he slid off the end of the slide into the twin’s outstretched arms, holding himself up by his arms so as not to crush them, as they all tumbled to the ground in a pile of limbs and legs, the twins laughing wildly. 

“Hey, you guys said you’d catch me!” Hobi scolded teasingly, as he tickled the still downed twins’ sides. 

“Again, again!” Korain squealed, heaving himself to his feet, Kyong right behind him, leaving their father no time to catch his breath, before he two, was following them back up to the top of the slide, to once again, go again. 

KIM NAMJOON

Moon-soo held tightly to Namjoon’s fingers, slightly unsure, as he stood at the very edge of the ocean, the incoming surf barely washing over the tops of his feet, as he watched the waves with uncertainty, but also with curiosity. 

“The ocean’s cool, huh, Moonie?” Namjoon asked his son, crouching down beside him, the boy’s small hand still resting against his large palm for reassurance. 

“Uh huh.” Moon-soo, still distracted by the waves and the feeling of shifting sand beneath his feet, didn’t look up at his father as he answered. “Why does it go in and out?” He asked, making a wave motion with his free hand. 

“Well, it’s science.” Namjoon said, trying to think of a way to explain the tide to a three year old. “The moon, that we see in the sky at night, yeah?” He bit his lip, watching as Moon-soo continued to stare at the surf as if mesmerized, although he nodded to let his father know he was listening, so Namjoon continued. “Well, the moon pulls at the earth, and that’s what makes the waves.” 

“Oh.” Moon-soo replied simply, before he finally glanced at his father and asked, “What lives in there?” 

“Oh, lots of things.” Namjoon said, settling down to a cross legged position on the wet sand, as the waves once again returned, washing up against his thighs and and calves. Moon-soo hesitated, watching his father sit bravely in the water, and then he carefully lowered himself down beside Namjoon, as he explained, “There’s fish and seals and plants and jelly fish and crabs. Look.” 

Namjoon dug into the sand beneath the waves and pulled out a small seashell, pressing it into his son’s hand, as he looked down at it with bright wonder lit in his dark eyes, causing Namjoon to smile slightly at his awe. “That’s a shell. Something used to live in it, but it’s empty now.” 

“It’s pretty.” Moon-soo turned the shell over and over in his small fingers, before he looked up at his father, his eyes lighting up, as he said excitedly, “I’m going to bring it back to show Mommy and baby Hana!” 

“I think that’s a great idea, Moonie.” Namjoon replied, as he watched his son tuck the shell carefully into the pocket of his swim shorts. “Mommy and baby Hana will really like that.” 

There was silence for a moment, as they sat there, the sound of seagulls loud against the soft sound of the waves washing in and out across the sandy beach, and then Moon-soo sighed, his own fingers digging into the sand, as he asked, “Why couldn’t mommy come with us? She always comes with us to the beach.” 

“Well, Moonie.” Namjoon found another shell, handing it to Moon-soo for his collection, as he pondered the best thing to say in the situation. 

Moon-soo had always been bright for his age, you had always said he was smart, just like Namjoon, which wasn’t a bad thing, but it definitely made him more aware of when someone, usually his parents, were trying to bullshit him. It was just easier to tell him the truth about things. 

“Remember how mommy and daddy had to go to the hospital to have baby Hana?” At his son’s nod, Namjoon pressed forward, digging around in the sand beside him absentmindedly for more treasures as he spoke. “Well, having baby Hana was really hard on mommy’s body. And so she needs to stay home to rest a lot until she feels better.” He reached out, rustling his son’s hair affectionately. “But that just means you and I get to spend some time together until Baby Hana and Mommy can come with us again, okay?” 

“Okay.” Moon-soo seemed to accept his father’s explanation. 

After another few moments of silence, Namjoon’s fingers closed around something, buried in the sand, and he said, his voice slightly excited as he turned to his son, “Moonie. Look at this.” 

Moon-soo leaned toward him, face expectant, and Namjoon held out his hand, uncurling his fingers carefully to reveal a tiny hermit crab nestled in his large palm. As father and son watched, the crab came out of its shell-delicately swirled with pink and ivory-and waved its eye stalks, as spindly legs moved across Namjoon’s skin. 

“Wow.” Moon-soo said, reaching out to put a delicate finger on the crab’s shell, as it ducked back inside to evade his touch. “Can we take that to show mommy?”

“This guy has to stay here.” Namjoon explained, as he carefully lowered the crab back to its home in the wet sand. “This is his home. But we can definitely find some more shells to take home to mommy.” 

“Okay.” Moon-soo said happily, as they both began to sift through the sand once again, looking for only the prettiest of shells to bring home to you. 

PARK JIMIN

“Yunnie, Yunnie, Yunnie.” 

Jimin paused in his coloring, crayon clenched between his fingers, to glance over at his daughter, happily scribbling on her own side of the paper, as she hummed her newly learned name over and over under her breath. 

Her dark hair, pulled up into messy pigtails, fell over her forehead and into her eyes, as her tiny pink lips, so much like his own, were pursed in toddleresque concentration, purple crayon held awkwardly between small fingers, as she scrawled nonsense pictures across the paper. 

“Yun Hee, that’s right, that’s your name, baby girl.” Jimin said as she continued to repeat her name in almost song like form, her two year old voice varying in pitch, as she looked up at his words with bright eyes, a grin stretching to reveal tiny, white teeth. 

“What’s my name, Yun Hee?” Taehyung, his forehead damp with sweat, hair slicked back from the heavy dance practice he had just completed, slid down onto the practice room floor beside Jimin, leaning his back against the wall, as he took a long swig from his water bottle, waiting for the girl’s reply. 

Yun Hee, glancing up from her coloring to stare at her uncle, her gaze flickering between him and her father, who lay across from her on his stomach on the floor, thought for a moment, before she exclaimed brightly, and without hesitation, “Un-Tae!” 

“Uncle Tae! That’s right, baby.” Jimin said proudly, reaching out to tug at one of her full cheeks, causing her to giggle at the action. 

“Damn, I miss when my kid was that age.” Taehyung commented, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat from his face. 

“Oh yeah?” Jimin glanced up from the coloring he had resumed, Yun Hee once again singing her name to herself, as she doodled happily across from him. “You thinking about having another one, Tae?” 

“Yeah, right.” Taehyung snorted, rolling his eyes at his brother. “As if. My wife would kill me.” 

Jimin grinned, thinking of you, and how done you were with this pregnancy, and as he turned back to the picture, he said with amusement, “I think (Y/N)’s actually going to kill me for making her do this again. She’s thrown up everyday since we found out.” 

“Yikes.” Taehyung grimaced, his gaze moving once again to Yun Hee, a boxy grin taking over his features as he watched her, lost in her own toddler world. “However, you should tell her that we all appreciate her being willing to bring another Jimin kid into the world. Because Park kids, as we can see, “ He motioned to Yun Hee, “are cute as hell.” 

“They are indeed.” Jimin mused, his gaze also falling to his daughter, a fond smile lighting up his face as he watched her, brow furrowed in concentration, looking so much like you when you were focused on something. “Actually, Tae.” He continued, his voice thoughtful as he pulled his cellphone out of his back pocket, flashing Taehyung a dangerous grin, as he pressed your contact. “You should tell (Y/N) that. I think she’ll really appreciate it.” 

“Jimin.” Taehyung’s face dropped with worry, as he saw your name come up on Jimin’s screen, ringing echoing loudly over the speakers in the empty room. “You told me yourself she’s not in a good mood. I don’t want to die today.” 

“Hello?” 

Your voice came over the speaker, and Taehyung swiped his hands across his neck, trying to tell Jimin to abort, although he blatantly ignored his friend’s actions, as he said cheerfully, “Hey, baby! Just calling to check on you! How’re you feeling?” 

Jimin shot a look at his brother, as your groan could be heard through the phone, and then you whined in annoyance, “Jiminie, I swear, I have puked up everything I’ve ever eaten in my life today. There’s nothing left. I’m going to die and this baby, courtesy of you, will be responsible.” 

“Hey, baby.” Jimin said, after you had finished your rant, raising his brow at a now very obviously panicked Taehyung. “Tae is here with me. He has something he wants to tell you.” 

“Mommy?” Yun Hee, having left her coloring, settled into Jimin’s lap, pointing toward the phone and your voice, her face questioning. 

“Yeah, baby girl, it’s mommy! Say hi to mommy, Yun Hee!” Jimin said, holding the phone down for an instance so your daughter could hear you. 

“Hi, princess!” Your voice called through the phone, followed by the sound of kisses pressed to the receiver. “Be good for daddy, okay?” There was a pause, and then, “Tae, you wanted to tell me something?” 

Yun Hee, no longer interested, toddled back over to her picture, and Taehyung reluctantly took the phone from Jimin’s hand, as he glared at the older brother, before saying hesitantly, “Hey, (Y/N). Sorry about the puking. That sounds shitty.” 

“It is.” 

Taehyung swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing, as he shot a grinning Jimin a pleading look, before sighing, and saying in defeat, “I just wanted to tell you thank you for your service. Yun Hee is the cutest, and I’m glad you’re willing to suffer to bring another Park baby into the world.” 

There was silence, and then your voice, deadly serious, came through the phone. “Taehyung. I appreciate the fact that you think my kids are pretty. But next time I see you, I’m going to barf directly on those expensive Gucci slippers you love so much.” 

“Okay, gotta go, bye (Y/N)!” Taehyung threw the phone back at Jimin and scrambled to his feet, hurrying from the room as Jimin laughed at his reaction, your own chuckles joining his after a brief moment, as Yun Hee colored on happily in the background. 

KIM TAEHYUNG

Taehyung took another bite of his mall pretzel, and washing it down with a swig of his smoothie, he glanced again over at his daughter, who wasn’t her normal self, as she quietly moved her food around her plate. 

“Ara.” Taehyung said with a sigh, setting down his drink, as his daughter met his eyes reluctantly. “What’s going on? You usually love our weekly dates.” 

“I know, dad, it’s not that.” Ara sighed heavily, shifting uncomfortably in her chair, the bags of new clothes and shoes rustling at her feet, courtesy of said shopping trip and weekly date with her father. “I don’t really want to talk about it.” 

Taehyung knew that he should keep prodding her, that he shouldn’t let this go, but also, another part of him didn’t want to pry. He wanted his daughter to trust him, to confide in him, but what if she did and he was completely out of his depth? What if she needed to ask about periods or something else that you would handle far better than he could? 

Another sigh from across the table, churro still untouched in front of her, and Taehyung decided he needed to ask again. 

“Ara. What’s going on? Did something happen at school?” His tone, serious, turned lighter, as he motioned to her uneated dessert. “Come on, sweetheart. You usually love churros.” 

“It’s just.” Ara started, and then hesitated, her dark eyes, so much like Taehyung’s, swirling with conflict, her young face reflecting the indecision she felt in the moment. “There’s this boy.” She said finally, with another sigh, not looking her father in the eye. 

“Oh.” Was all Taehyung said, although his insides had clenched a little at her answer. He was happy she was opening up to him, but boys? She was in middle school. He hadn’t been prepared to be having this discussion this early, and deep down, honestly, he hadn’t ever wanted to have this discussion, because that would mean his little girl was growing up. “What about this boy?” 

“He’s just in my homeroom at school.” Ara continued, as she finally took a small bite of her churro, glancing around the mall self consciously as she did so, as if said boy would suddenly appear. “His name is Woonho.” 

“Okay, Woonho.” Taehyung repeated, trying to be casual, as he took another drink from his smoothie. 

“Anyway, I like him, but so does Tessa.” Ara explained, tangling and untangling her fingers together nervously, in a habit she had picked up from you. She was a spitting image of her father, but she had always taken after you in mannerisms. 

“And you can’t both like him?” Taehyung asked, feeling out of his depth, as Ara shot him a horrified look following his innocent question. 

“No, dad!” She said, annoyance clear in her tone, as she rubbed her worn sneakers together in irritation under the cafe table. “We can’t both like him. Because the midyear dance is coming up, and he can only ask one of us.” 

“Ah.” Taehyung leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers in front of his chin, suddenly realizing what the problem was. “So there’s a dance, and you want him to ask you, but you think he’ll ask Tessa?” 

“I don’t know.” Ara exclaimed in exasperation, throwing out her hands, as she slumped lower in her chair. “Although he’ll probably ask Tessa.” She grumbled out, brows lowering into a frown. 

“Okay, look.” Taehyung leaned forward once again in his seat, eyes on his daughter, as he offered her a gentle smile, her gaze finally meeting his. “Ara, I’m going to give you a piece of advice that someone gave me when I was interested in your mom, okay?” 

She nodded, and he continued. “You can never assume anything. You don’t know if someone likes you if you don’t ask them. Humans aren’t mind readers, we weren’t made to be. So, if you’re interested in someone, the best thing to do is simply ask they if they’re interested in you back.” 

Her brow furrowed in thought, and then she asked, slight disbelief in her voice, “So you’re telling me, you just walked up and asked mom straight out if she liked you?” 

“Yup.” Taehyung replied simply, sucking his straw back into his mouth as he took another swig of smoothie, his eyes still on his daughter’s befuddled face. 

“No way.” She said, still not believing him. 

“Yes way.” Taehyung pointed at her, his voice confident, as he stated, “I asked your mom point blank if she liked me, and here we are, years later, married, with the greatest kid in the world.” 

The corners of Ara’s mouth lifted slightly at her father’s words, and then she asked hesitantly, “So I should just ask Woonho who he likes? Me or Tessa?” 

At her father’s nod, something in her face steeled, and she said, her voice much lighter now than before, “Okay. I’ll talk to him on Monday.” 

“That’s my girl.” Taehyung said proudly, as he stood from the table, gathering their shopping bags. “Now. Let’s go and find you a dress for this dance.” 

JEON JUNGKOOK

“Daeseok, look buddy! Do you see the elephant? Do you see it?” Jungkook asked excitedly, holding his infant son higher in his arms, so that the baby could see the large gray animal in the enclosure before them. 

It was a Saturday, and you had had to work unexpectedly, but Jungkook had jumped at the chance to spend time with his son on his own, ignoring your protestations that the zoo was still a little old for Daeseok, and so here they were, father and son, happily watching the elephants with bright eyes. 

“Look at his trunk, son. Look how he eats the hay.” Jungkook said, his eyes never leaving the elephants, easily just as enamored as the baby in his arms at the sight. 

When he finally pulled himself away from the elephant enclosure, Jungkook shifted the baby’s weight in his arms, adjusting the tiny beanie that covered his son’s head, as the spring air was still a bit nippy, and asked, “What should we see next, Daeseok? The small animals?” 

Carrying the baby easily to the next building along the walkway of the large zoo, Jungkook pushed through the doors, the warmth washing around father and son, as they entered the building that held all the smaller animals in the zoo. 

Walking to the first glass encapsulated display, Jungkook gently tapped his finger against the glass, looking down at the baby in his arms, whose bright eyes were staring up at his father, as he smiled and said gently, “Look, look at the monkeys! See how they swing from the trees?” 

They stood there for another moment, the baby staring at his father, Jungkook staring at the monkeys, and then they moved on, the next display holding a number of squawking and fluttering brightly colored parrots, as they fought over places on branches. 

Jungkook looked down at his son, the noise and screeches of the birds finally having drawn Daeseok’s attention away from his father, and he watched, with wide, glassy eyes, as one of the parrots flew in front of the glass, delayed baby gaze following the bright splash of colors as it passed them by. 

Next, Jungkook crouched down in front of a low wall, the other side of the barrier made to look like a segment of forest, and as they watched, the pink, twitch nose of a bunny came into view, followed by the small animal’s fluffy body as it came out of its hiding space and into clear view, resting on its back legs as it studied Jungkook and the baby with brown orbs. 

“That’s a bunny, son. Mommy says that’s what daddy looks like.” Jungkook said, slight exasperation in his tone, as he watched the quivering whiskers of the rabbit, head cocked. “I don’t see it though.” He said stubbornly, as he stood, knees creaking as he straightened. “I think I’m more of a lion, myself.” 

They continued on, through the rest of the small animal building, Jungkook pointing out snakes and alligators and meerkats, to the enamored baby in his arms, nestled in the crook of his father’s elbow, as he watched his father’s face with unwavering gaze. 

“What’s next?” Jungkook asked, manuevering around with his free arm in the backpack, as he pulled out the wrinkled map of the large zoo. “The big cats? Yeah?” He bounced the baby slightly in his arms, long strides headed toward the corner of the zoo that held the lions and tigers and jaguars. 

When they reached the section, Daeseok had begun to fuss in Jungkook’s arms, and looking down at the face of the baby, features screwed up in obvious distress, Jungkook said, snapping his fingers in realization, “You’re hungry, huh, buddy? Let’s find a place to sit for awhile.” 

Finding a bench to the side of the tiger exhibit, Jungkook dug around in the bag until he found the bottle you had packed, and satisfied that the breastmilk you had pumped before they left was still warm enough, he popped off the lid and stuck the nipple into Daeseok’s searching mouth. 

The baby fussed for a moment longer, struggling to latch to the nipple, and then he quieted, as he began to suck down the milk contentedly between small, pink lips. 

“There you go, buddy.” Jungkook said quietly, settling back into the hard bench, as he ran  finger down the baby’s soft cheek. “You prefer the actual thing though, don’t you?” He chuckled, referencing Daeseok’s obvious preference of breast over bottle, saying jokingly to his son, “I don’t blame you, son. Not one bit.” 

As the baby suckled happily in his arms, Jungkook let his gaze drift over to the majestic form of the tiger, stalking along the glass of its enclosure, its black stripes stark against its orange fur, mouth open to reveal long, white fangs, as it watched the zoo goers with predatory, yellow eyes. 

“Bunny, my ass.” Jungkook grumbled beneath his breath in slight irritation, as he shifted on the hard bench, looking down at his contentedly eating son in his arms. 

[k-writer1998]

Rebel Hours (7/18)

Kwon Jieun always fit her parents’ image of the “perfect” daughter… at least to their knowledge. Away from prying eyes she was like any other girl living life to the fullest doing what she wants. When a little someone named Bang Chan comes into her life priorities are changed, mistakes are made, and her life finally becomes her own.

Fluff (slight angst this chapter)

w.c: 2.4k

t.w: attempted sexual assault (only gets kinda bad under the keep reading but only for a few paragraphs) 

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      After our rounds, we met up with Kyunghoon and his dad and first impressions weren’t great. He was just as slimy as I feared and under my parent’s watchful gaze, I had to politely smile and nod along, laughing at the right times and giving the right reactions. It was one of the things my parents had forced into my brain. There is a saying that “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” but they never met a stuck up rich person with enough time and money to waste on ruin someone’s life over petty things. I’ve heard horror stories and did not want to be one of them. Even after our parents left I was forced to hang out with him because, even if I didn’t see them, I felt my parents’ eyes burning on me no matter where in the room we moved. Our conversation was bland as he continually droned on about his accomplishments and any other topic he could use to talk about himself. He took glances at me occasionally with a smug look as if I should be swooning by now. I held in the urge to roll my eyes, instead scanning the crowd to see if I could catch a glimpse of the Seung-siblings or anything else interesting.

      When it started to get unbearable I excused myself to use the restroom. I needed a breather from Kyunghoon rambling before my ears fell off plus he was getting a little too into my personal space.Was it necessary for him to stand so close to me? His hand had brushed past my butt a few times and something told me it wasn’t an accident. I took more time in the bathroom so there would be less time with Kyunghoon but I eventually had to leave. As I was heading back to the ballroom, Kyunghoon came up and pushed me into an empty part of the hall. My back hit the wall as he looked around, once again too much in my personal space. I bit back a snide comment as I addressed him.

“Kyunghoon why are you here? I was just heading back.”

“I’m giving you a taste of what you wanted.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about but I would appreciate it if you would give me space,” I quip.

“No need to get flustered, no one is looking for us.”

“That may be true but we are here for this event so it would be rude not to be present.”

“It’s okay princess, no need to play hard to get.”

      From his lips the blush-inducing pet name felt vile and grating against my skin. My patience was wearing thin and whatever games he was playing at, I don’t want a part of it. I pushed against him to try to fight for what little space I could get as I let my temper seep into my words.

“I’m not playing hard to get, just not interested. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

      I tried to move past him but he harshly grabbed my wrist, forcing me against the wall once again. Dread was pooling in my stomach and I tried to wiggle free but his grip only got tighter, his other hand now pinning my body to the wall by my shoulder. My face contorted with pain but I bit back my yelp to try and hide my growing fear. My eyes narrowed in a glare as I tried to figure his next move.

“Oh the little lamb thinks she’s a wolf now does she?” 

      I bit back my words, not knowing what Kyunghoon was capable of doing and definitely not wanting to find out. His beady gaze gave me chills. He looked at me as if I was his next meal and I tried my best to hold my ground as my flight or flight reflex began to buzz into action.

“Our parents keep saying we’re a perfect match. Let’s see how compatible we really are.”

      His face got closer to mine and I frantically tried to turn away but he released his hold on my wrist to force my face into place. The movement of his lips on mine made bile build in my stomach as I pushed and hit him, doing anything to make him stop. My mind was screaming at me to get away but anything I did barely phased him. When he finally moved from my lips, it only got worse as he tried to trail kisses down my neck. 

“You vile pig! Get off of me!” I screamed.

      As if hearing my own voice brought clarity to my mind for a split second, my eyes darted down. The moment my eyes spotted his foot, I picked up and smashed my heel as hard as I could at his toes. He yelped, hunching over in pain and in that moment I grabbed his shoulders and drove my knee into his stomach. I heard the breath force its way past his lips and I shoved him over before booking it out of there but halfway to the ballroom I bumped into one of the waitresses from the gala. I anxiously looked behind me to see Kyunghoon stumbling down the hall. When I turned to look at the older woman she gave me an understanding look and a soft “go” fell from her lips. I quickly nodded and before I slipped into the ballroom I heard Kyunghoon’s angry barking. Mental note: find that waitress some other time and thank her. I kept my head down and weaved through the crowd until I picked up my stuff from the coat checkout. I pulled out my phone and made my way through the lobby, I couldn’t stop moving in fear that Kyunghoon would catch up… if he was still following me. The panic wasn’t subsiding so my mind raced trying to figure out my next move, my hands moved on autopilot until I was out of the hotel. As I put the phone to my ear, I looked up at the night sky just to feel water kiss my face. Great… rain. The call didn’t go through and I let out a sigh, I wish I could just hear his voice right now.

“Hey, I know I’ve really been out of touch and… I don’t know… I just wanted to hear your voice I guess,” I let out an empty chuckle, “I want to explain everything could you come- shit it’s one am never mind just ignore this. I’m not in the right state of mind sorry haha."

      I had looked at my watch as I left the message so I quickly hung up the phone. I didn’t want to be standing here, I felt too exposed and all I wanted to do was hide. My eyes scanned the area until I spotted a park in the distance. Without realizing I drifted towards it despite the rain and wasn’t snapped out of my trance until I felt my phone buzz.

To: Princess

Send me the address.

To: Chan 🖤

Chan it’s fine, I’m sorry I woke you… 

To: Princess

Was up working on some music, send me the address.

To: Chan 🖤

It’s nothing really, you don’t have to come

To: Princess

Eun, just send me the address

To: Chan 🖤

...okay. I’m at the park down the street though… 

To: Princess

Be there soon

      By then I had reached the park, hair soaked and even though I had a coat the rain had seeped in from the walk. My face was wet but was it because of the rain or the tears that stung my eyes? I made my way to a covered seating area as my mind started to clear. I texted my parents I wasn’t feeling well and had a friend pick me up before slowly sinking onto one of the benches. My gaze was hollow as I watched the rain hit the pavement and allowed the pitter patter sounds to ease my trembling heart. I’m not sure how much time had passed but soon a figure holding an umbrella came into view, moving closer to my direction. His usual styled blonde hair was now a curly mess atop his head as he stood in front of me. I watched as his eyebrows furrowed for a moment before his gaze softened.

“Come on Eun… let’s get you out of this rain.”

      Numbly I nodded and slowly got up to walk the way he came. Even though my mind had settled from the panic, my body was still adjusting out of fight or flight and it was like I didn’t have control. From a distance I heard Chan’s voice sigh as I felt a hand gently grasp my arm to pull me back. I panicked and jerked my arm back as I stepped away. The trembling in my heart moved to my hands and all I could do was stare ahead to try to control the tears.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. You’re just getting wet,” he paused for a moment contemplating something before he spoke again, “I’m going to place my hand at the small of your back so we can walk under the umbrella okay?”

      I nodded and he slowly moved closer to me but even with a warning I flinched slightly and a soft sorry fell from his lips as he guided me to his car under the protection of the umbrella. Once in the car he started the engine and turned on the heater, the chill that settled in my skin finally starting to melt away. Chan had asked me for directions to my apartment but I didn’t want to be alone and without knowing a small voice slipped past my trembling lips to say just that.

‘Please… I don’t want to be alone…” 

      Silence filled the car as he drove off without responding.  I didn’t say anything, what would I even say? So instead I focused on trying to stop my trembling because although the heat brought color to my face, the shivering continued deep in my bones. We arrived at an unfamiliar apartment complex and again Chan apologized as he escorted me into the building just like earlier but once we reached the lobby, he dropped his hand and stepped away. It was lonely but given the current situation it was also a blessing. We stopped in front of a door a few floors up as Chan entered a code into the lock before opening the door and gesturing inside. I gingerly stepped in and Chan followed close behind. He placed slippers in front of me as he disappeared into his apartment, the sound of his slippers sweeping across the hardwood echoing into the silence. Exchanging my heels for the large slippers, I carefully made my way into the living room or was it his bedroom? His bed sat in the corner of the room and the only thing that separated it from the rest of the living room was a tall shelf.

“Here, your clothes are kind of wet so I can hang them up and they should be dry in the morning.”

“...thanks.”

      Chan had handed me some clothes and a towel as he guided me to the bathroom where I could get changed. Once the door was closed and locked, I shed my coat and stared at the figure in front of me. With the smeared makeup I practically looked like a drowned cat… I felt like one too. It took a moment to process, staring at my reflection, I internally cursed at myself as I pulled off my wig. Well that secret was out of the bag now. With a sigh I stripped out of my dress and my teeth clenched as I noticed purplish marks forming around my wrist and upper arm. My skin crawled at the sight of the marks so I scrambled to grab the spare clothes, throwing them on to hide the bruises. Thankfully he had given me a hoodie, which covered the marks, and sweats that were a bit too big but I made do. The tears started to fall again and I could do nothing to stop them, so I worked around it. I dried my hair and washed away the night’s makeup before taking a moment to breathe in. His scent encased me and I finally felt safe. My tears had finally calmed enough for me to walk out, wet articles in hand, and I noticed the only other room in the apartment. It was a makeshift studio and Chan was seated at the desk working on the laptop. I gently knocked on the door frame and he turned his attention to me, saving the file and powering it off before coming to my side.

“Here I’ll take these, you can rest in the living room.” 

      I nodded and followed his instructions. When he came back he sat beside me but before he could ask anything, the guilt that chewed away at me forced its way out of my throat.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called. It’s so late and even after everything I did you still came out…”

“Eun calm down. It’s fine, really.”

      He gently touched my shoulder as he tried to reaffirm that it was all right but as the words spilled out the anxiety came back. All the events of the night flashed by in my mind and I couldn’t stop my mouth from rambling as if that would stop the memory from playing over and over in my head, reminding me how helpless I was.

“ I didn’t know who to call and the only person that came to mind was you and I just-”

“Shhh, it’s okay.”

      At the onslaught of tears that started to pour from my eye, Chan moved closer and brought me into his arms which only made me cry harder as I clung to him. I tried to apologize, or explain, or make at least one coherent sentence but all that came out were sobs with the occasional word that broke through the ragged breathing. His hand ran a delicate trail that went from the top of my head and threaded through my hair as his lips left comforting words telling me that I could “talk when I was ready” and that “things were gonna be okay.” I don’t recall how long this went on, only that at one point I had fallen asleep.

[therainroguefanfiction]

⁂ Children (Sehun Oh)

Genre: Comedy, Fluff, Angst, Crossover, Romance ☁

Word Count: 3,826 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Oh Sehun ☁

World: Exo ft. Seventeen ☁

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Music was playing through the studio as the members of Seventeen relaxed, dancing like maniacs to the pop music pumping through the speakers. Woozi, as usual, was absent, huddled in his own little space with his laptop as he worked on a new song. Everyone else had opted for a well-earned break.

It wasn’t anything special, just hanging out in the practice room, dancing and singing to whatever happened to come on the radio. Pandora was on shuffle, each member having chosen their own station. One second it was an English pop song, the next it was Japanese rock and then a Korean ballad. The mix of genres and languages was highly amusing to you as the members switched their acting to match the mood of each song.

You sat at the back of the room on the sofa, watching with amusement as the boys went wild. No matter what you were feeling, they always managed to make you smile and you couldn’t help but be grateful for that. To you, working for Seventeen was literally the best job in the world.

Vernon held out a can of soda as he took the seat next to you. “Hoshi hyung has so much energy. I’m exhausted!” As if to prove his point, he huffed dramatically and let his head fall onto your shoulder.

You chuckled, pushing him off you playfully. “You’re all young, you should have an endless amount of energy.” The soda was ice cold and crisp as it went down your throat.

He hummed, turning his body to face you. “What about you? Were you energetic at our age?”

You went to answer but quickly caught yourself, looking away with a sheepish grin. Actually, you had been a pretty lazy kid growing up. Laying on your bed or sitting at your desk and browsing the web, watching videos or playing games. You rarely left your house unless it was necessary.

“Noona?”

“Umm, well… I guess everyone is different.”

Vernon turned smug as he poked your shoulder repeatedly. “You were lazy, weren’t you?”

You scowled, batting his hand away. “I can neither confirm nor deny that accusation.”

He burst out laughing, hopping off the couch and running towards the large pile of bodies in the center of the room, probably to tell everyone the breaking news that their noona was, in fact, a lazy geek.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, but you hesitated when you saw the caller ID. Why would Sehun be calling you? It had been months since you last spoke and last time you checked, you were public enemy number one to SM Ent. You glanced around the room, satisfied that everyone was pre-occupied, allowing you to slip away from the room without being seen.

You took a few steps down the hall before finally answering the call, setting it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Same old Sehun. He didn’t bother with niceties or greetings, he just got straight to the point.

It annoyed you enough to not answer the question. “That’s really none of your business, is it?” You could hear him scoff on the other line.

“I need you to come to pick me up.”

You raised a brow in question, looking out the window which covered the entire wall from ceiling to floor. It let you have a beautiful view of the snow-covered street. “Do I look like a taxi to you?”

“Just do it. I’ll send you the address.” He hung up the phone without waiting for a reply. True to his word, a text came through just a moment later revealing his location.

You groaned in annoyance, resting your head against the glass. What the hell did he want with you? Did he finally have enough and ran away from SM? But what if he was in trouble? A part of you couldn’t just ignore that possibility. You’ve seen plenty of crime shows to know what’s out there.

You groaned again, this time in frustration, as you headed for the office where Woozi was working. You knocked but didn’t wait for a response to enter. You knew Woozi well, and you knew he wouldn’t be doing anything indecent – he took his music too seriously. “Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?”

He removed his headphones and swiveled his chair to face you. “Sure, what’s up?”

“Umm, a personal issue just came up. I gotta leave early. Can you let your manager know please?”

“No problem,” He wanted to ask what the situation was, but he knew if you wanted him to know you’d tell him voluntarily. That was another thing you respected about him.

“Thanks, Jihoon.” You offered him a smile before backing out of the room, heading for the elevator.

As soon as you stepped out of the building, the cold air hit your exposed skin, stinging like the prickling of a dozen needles. The snow wasn’t deep, but it was enough to be a bit of a nuisance, especially when it came to walking across an icy path. Thank god your boots had a good grip.

You loaded up the address into the GPS on your phone and started up your car. It took about twenty-five minutes to reach the destination, which turned out to be a house in a quiet neighborhood. You parked on the side of the street and stepped out, walking around the stone fencing.

Sehun was sitting on the porch steps, bundled up from head to toe – it was fairly obvious that he was cold, but that isn’t what shocked you. No, that emotion came from the thing wrapped tightly in his arms – it was a child, about three or four years of age.

Sehun scowled at you when you approached. “It’s about time.”

You were too surprised to reply and could only watch as he stood with the boy and headed toward your car. You followed behind, claiming the driver’s seat as he climbed into the back. You didn’t own a child seat for obvious reasons, so he pulled the seatbelt behind his back and around the child so he would be safe. As if it added extra protection, he finished off by wrapping the boy in his arms once again.

You turned on the heater before turning in your seat to get a better view of the pair. “You should have told me you had a kid with you, I would’ve – ”

“Gotten here sooner?” His scowl was still in place.

“Why the hell didn’t you go inside?”

“Gee, why didn’t I think of that?”

You glared at him, not appreciating his sarcastic remark. His eyes softened slightly. “I came outside to get the mail and when I came back, the door was locked. My keys are inside, and the only spare is with my mom.” He sensed the question forming and answered before you could ask. “My mom is on a…. trip with my aunt and cousin. They left this morning and won’t be back for another week.”

“And the kid…?” You started the car and began toward your apartment.

“My nephew, Eun. He was too young to go with them.”

“Okay,” You wanted to ask why he chose to call you, but you figured the best thing to do for now was to get the kid safe and warm. You didn’t really want to open that can of worms, anyway.

You made it to your apartment without a word being spared between the two of you. Your keys landed on the table beside the door and you watch as he sets the boy down in front of the coffee table.

“Do you have any toys or coloring books?”

“No,” you shifted in thought, “But the people next door have a boy about his age. I’ll see if I can borrow something.” You didn’t wait for a reply as you headed back out into the cold. Being around him was stifling, the atmosphere heavy. He knows that the relationship is rocky at best, so why bother calling you? It was driving you crazy, but at the same time, a part of you didn’t wanna know his reasoning.

You knocked on the door, shoving your hands into your pockets. You didn’t have any problems with your neighbors, but you weren’t close to them by any means. Sure, you’d say hello in passing, but that was the extent. As far as you know, they were fairly nice people, though.

The door swung open and a man appeared, probably about thirty years of age. He smiled kindly. “How may I help you?”

“My friend and I are babysitting, but we don’t have anything to occupy him. Do you happen to have some crayons or something we can borrow?”

“Yeah, of course. Please come in.”

“Thanks,” you smiled softly as you stepped inside. The apartment was full of life, with paintings decorating every wall.

A woman exited the kitchen, throwing a dishtowel over her shoulder.

“Honey, this young lady is looking for some crayons for a child she’s watching. Can you go grab a pack?”

“Sure!” She smiled at you before heading farther into the apartment.

The man turned to his son as he played with Legos. “Jaebum loves to color, but he tends to lose or break them, so we keep several spare packs of crayons on hand. How old is the child you’re watching?”

“About the same age as yours,”

The woman came back with a large pack of crayons. “Here you are, sweety.”

“Thank you very much.” You bowed, politely.

“Anytime!”

After saying goodbye, you headed back over to your apartment. Sehun had taken some blank paper and was showing Eun how to make different shapes. You handed him the crayons.

“Thank you, noona.” The small boy squeaked.

You smiled instantly at how cute he was, rubbing his black hair. “You’re welcome,”

“Are you hungry?” Sehun questioned – you noticed that his tone of voice was much softer than the one that you had gotten used to. “I’ll make you something.”

You followed Sehun into the kitchen, taking a seat at the small round table. He gathered ingredients from the fridge. “What took you so long?”

“What?” You hadn’t expected him to speak given the thick tension still hanging above you both.

“What took you so long to come and get us?” His voice was even, but you knew how easy it was to sway his mood – he could get pissy pretty easily, especially when it came to you.

“I was working.”

He scoffed. “With your new boys.”

You raised an eyebrow at the tone of his voice. “Yes, I work for Seventeen now.”

He scoffed and it suddenly dawned on you. Your lips twitched up into a grin as you leaned toward him. “Oh my god… You’re jealous!”

“What? That’s ridi – Ow!”

You jumped up when he nicked his finger with the knife. He turned on the faucet and ran his bleeding finger under the water. You came up behind him, your hand over his to keep it under the water, Your free arm rested across his torso.

“You are jealous.” You grinned.

With his infamous scowl, he pulled away from you and went back to cooking. The cut was minor so it quickly stopped bleeding.

For a good minute, you just watched him continue to cut up the onions. “You know I gotta get back to work, right?”

He acted as if he didn’t hear you, not even bothering to acknowledge your words.

You knew teasing him would make him pissy, but it was too hard to resist. “If you need anything, just give me a call.” You set your bank card on the counter beside him. “Feel free to use it.”

He didn’t respond, not like you expected him to. With a sigh, you headed back to the Pledis building.

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You glanced at your watch – it had been about three and a half hours since you returned to work. You figured Sehun would probably need help with Eun, so you decided to call it a night. Just as you were about to approach Coups, your phone rang. The number seemed familiar, but you didn’t immediately recognize it.

“Hello?”

“Hello, dear.” It was the little old lady that lived across the hall. She’s very kind and motherly, probably because she has so many grandkids. “I just wanted to let you know that a group of boys just entered your apartment.”

You recognized the description she gave you – Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Suho, and Kai. “Thanks for letting me know, granny. They’re friends, so don’t worry.”

“Alright, dear. I just wanted to let you know.”

You hung up the phone, sliding it back into your pocket. If the boys are over there keeping him company, there’s no reason for you to go home just yet. Arms wrapped around your shoulders and DK’s face appeared in your vision. “Are you leaving, noona?”

“Nope. Did you guys finish gathering your things?”

“We’re ready~” Hoshi gave you a peace sign as he followed their manager out the door.

“Alright, let’s get going. Who’s riding with me?”

“Me!” DK, Vernon, and Minghao raised their hands and spoke in unison.

You chuckled, following after them. As expected, Hoshi had taken the front seat, leaving the other three to pile into the back. The ride to their dorm consisted of constant radio station changing and loud, purposeful off-key singing.

When you made it back to their dorm, you carried DK and Vernon’s bags inside for them, taking them to their respective rooms while the boys debated on what to eat. Normally, you didn’t mind being the one to order food for them, but since Sehun had your card and you only had about ten bucks on hand, their manager split the bill with a couple of the older boys.

After eating and helping Dino take out the trash, you decided it was finally time to head back to your place for the night. You spent ten minutes saying bye to them – which consisted of one hug each, aside from Hoshi and Dino, who insisted on two hugs each.

You didn’t live too far from their dorm, so it didn’t take long for you to reach your apartment. The sun had set by the time you arrived and, upon entering, you found the boys asleep in your living room.

Baek had taken the recliner. Chanyeol was on the floor using Baek’s leg as a pillow. Kai was on the couch with Eun between him and the cushions. Suho was on the floor below them with only a pillow below his head.

You followed the sound of clinking and found Sehun washing the dishes. He must have heard you enter because he spoke as soon as you stepped inside the kitchen.

“Soon is not five hours.”

Pissy Sehun was still around, you see. “Does it matter? You had the boys here.”

He rolled his eyes, muttering about taking a shower. Feeling annoyed at his attitude, you followed him down the hall, stopping the bathroom door from shutting with your foot.

He scowled at you. “What are you doing?”

“Finding out what your problem is.” You scowled back. You entered the bathroom, closing the door behind you before leaning back against it. “You’ve been pissy since I picked you up. If you were gonna act like this, why call me?”

“You’re the one who left.” He was getting angry, but so were you.

“I left because Exo told me to. You all decided I was guilty without even hearing my side. I’m not even allowed in the SM building anymore!”

He bit his lip, knowing that what you said was accurate. You expected him to yell and only get angrier, but his eyes changed – they became glassy and he swallowed hard. “I missed you.”

His tone had been so soft, you weren’t able to catch his words. “What?”

“I missed you!” He grabbed you, wrapping his arms tight around your shoulders. “I thought… I thought you chose Luhan hyung over me…”

“Why would I do that?” You lowered your voice.

He shook his head, squeezing you tighter. “I really missed you.”

“I missed you, too. I figured you hated me like the others.”

“Never,” he slowly pulled away, shoving his hands in his pocket and acting like the hug hadn’t happened. “And the others don’t hate you either.”

You didn’t wanna pull back the bandage any further so you let the subject drop, choosing to remain silent.

“Now get out.” He turned around, pulling his shirt off.

You grinned at his back. “What if I wanna watch?”

“Out!” He threw the rolled up shirt at you but you dodged, leaving the room before it hit you. You didn’t miss the smirk playing on his lips before the door closed.

Feeling almost nostalgic, you headed back to the kitchen and grabbed a glass to pour yourself some soda. You saw movement out of the corner of your eye and you looked up to see Suho standing in the doorway. He was biting his lip and holding his left elbow, keeping his eyes trained on the floor.

When Kris, Tao, and Luhan had left and you took the blame for it, Suho had been the angriest at the time, so being around him now was extremely awkward and tense, but you never had anything personal against him despite everything, so you opted to play nice.

“You uhh… want something to drink?”

“Water… please.” He took a seat at the table and you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge after pouring your soda. “Thank you.”

You nodded, taking a seat across from him as you sipped your drink to avoid talking.

“I’m sorry.”

You nearly choked, staring at him blankly. Had you misheard him? “What was that?”

He repeated the apology, finally meeting your eyes. You were surprised to see tears welling up. “I over-reacted back then. The things I said… I… I didn’t mean them. I was just…”

“It’s fine, Joonmyun. I understood then and I understand now.”

He nodded, but the tears had already begun to roll down his cheeks. He sniffled, apologizing for beginning to cry. You were about to comfort him when Sehun entered the room, his hair still wet from the shower.

“You made hyung cry?” Sehun pushed you over to the next chair and took your seat.

“No, she didn’t do anything.” Suho palmed at his eyes, wiping his tears away with a small smile. “I’m going back to sleep. Goodnight.”

Sehun watched his hyung disappear into the living room before looking at you suspiciously.

“He apologized.” You said simply, falling back against the chair.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” You rubbed the back of your neck, glancing at him. “I guess he overheard us arguing.”

“Told you he doesn’t hate you.”

“Wipe that smug smirk off your face, brat.”

“Brat?” He scowled. “You’re only three years older.”

“Your point being?” You raised a brow, ruffling his hair as you headed for your bedroom, Sehun at your heels. “Why are you following me?”

“There’s nowhere to sleep in the living room.” He shrugged, pushing past you into your bedroom. “I’m sleeping in here with you.”

You didn’t bother to argue – you knew you wouldn’t win.

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Kai stirred in his sleep, but something prevented him from re-entering dreamland. Something felt off like something was missing. He sat up, rubbing at his tired eyes as he tried to figure out what that something was. And then it hit him like a bucket of ice-cold water – Eun was gone. He jumped up off the couch, forgetting about Suho being on the floor beneath him. Being stepped on forced him awake with a grunt of pain.

“What… What’s happening?” Suho asked, half-asleep.

“Hyung, he’s gone!” Kai whispered loudly.

“Who?”

“Eun! He’s not here!”

Hearing that information knocked all of the sleep out of the older male as he jumped up, eyes scanning the room. “Check the front door.”

While Kai did that, Suho checked the glass door leading out to the balcony. Both were shut and locked tight without any sign of disturbance. From there, they woke up Baekhyun and Chanyeol, and the four checked everywhere for the boy – under furniture, inside the clothes hamper, inside cabinets. Anywhere they could think of. At one point, Chanyeol even checked the cookie jar!

Without any sign of the young boy, they realized what they had to do – face Sehun.

After a quick game of rock-paper-scissors, Baekhyun, being the loser, slowly pushed open the bedroom door, peering into the darkness. With a gulp, he flipped the switch and bathed the room in light, only to feel his heart skip a beat in relief.

Eun was in the bed, curled up against his uncle while holding your hand tightly in his smaller one. Panic now replaced with mischief, he pulled out his cell phone and snapped a picture before making a quick escape.

The other three looked at him expectantly, but he only snickered and held up his phone. The three let out a collective sigh of relief. After going from straight panic to relaxed, Kai and Baekhyun passed out pretty quickly after – Kai back on the couch and Baek sprawled across the coffee table. The sun would rise soon, and Suho and Chanyeol both had schedules, so going back to sleep would serve no purpose; they headed back to their dorm.

When Sehun woke up that morning, he found himself in bed alone. He entered the kitchen with a yawn. Eun was sitting at the table, eating the pancakes you had made him. You were sitting across, playing on your phone.

Sehun grabbed a bottle of water and leaned back against the counter. “Are you going to work?”

“Kind of have to. I was just waiting for you to wake up.” You answered, putting your phone away and giving him your attention.

“As long as you come back.” He mutters, more to himself. You still heard though and responded with a grin.

“I don’t really have a choice. It IS my apartment.”

“Not funny,” He growls, smacking your shoulder when you walked by.

“I’ll see you later. Don’t trash my place!” You joked as you grabbed your keys and left the apartment.

Sehun ruffles Eun’s hair before heading into the living room.

Baekhyun was waking up and he grinned when he saw the male. “Sehunnie~! Guess what?”

He raised a brow.

Baek didn’t respond, but pulled out his phone and showed Sehun the picture.

He grabbed the phone from his grip. “When did you…?”

“Last night.” He grinned proudly, but that grin disappeared when Sehun started pushing buttons. “What are you doing?”

“Deleting it.”

“What? No!”

By the time Baekhyun got his phone back, the picture had been deleted. He facepalmed, wondering why he hadn’t made copies or sent it to someone first.

Little did he know, Sehun had sent the picture to someone before deleting it; himself.

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A Dangerous Game

part 5

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Waking up was a slow process.

The sound of shattering glass was the first thing that alerted the rest of the mansion to the fact that something was wrong. The screaming that followed only served to solidify that thought. The mansion was usually a peaceful place especially in the mornings. The master of the estate did not like to be disturbed when he was at home and conducted most of his business outside the walls of the estate.

This was why is had been so unusual when the master had brought the American lady to the house for dinner. What had followed had been even more unusual. After the dinner, orders had been given to prepare a set of rooms for an imminent guest, a female guest, and the estate had been abuzz with excitement at the idea of the master finally taking a lady. Though the lady they received was not what they expected. The excitement had turned to mild confusion when he brought the same woman from before, unconscious and bleeding, back to the estate. It was because of these unusual occurrences that the sounds had people running towards the room that housed their master’s guest to see just what the commotion was about.

When they arrived though it was to see something rather unexpected. Inside the luxurious room was a tiny but furious woman in nothing but a long nightgown, barefoot with disheveled hair and a bandage on her forehead ready to launch a vase at them all while the shattered remains of another sat scattered across the floor, and the maid who had had the misfortune of being the first person to arrive at the room after she awoke sat cowering in a corner.

“Bu-in.” the house keeper tried to calm the irate woman hands raised in what was meant to be a calming gesture as she spoke. “Please put the vase down. We will bring the sajangnim. Yes?” she suggested not knowing that this would only upset the woman further.

“NO! Where am I?” she screeched raising the vase even higher in preparation to launch it across the room. “Why am I here?”

“Bu-in,” the other woman tried again, her tone pacifying.

“Where am I?”

“Bu-in, please. Everything is alright.”

“Everything is not alright!” she shrieked her eyes wide in both fear and aggravation. Waking up in a strange place was disconcerting enough without being surrounded by strange people as well especially when she had a sneaking suspicion that she knew exactly who these people worked for.

The older woman sighed taking another step back. “Bu-in, if you do not calm down I will have to call for the sajangnim.”

“I’m already here.” Came a terribly familiar voice prompting everyone in the room except for her to bow in respect. “Jagiya, put the vase down.”

Her eyes narrowed in on the man himself standing tall in the entryway of the room.  “You.” She spat contempt coloring the word as she glared at him.

“Jagiya.” He repeated his tone stern as he made his way further into the room.

“Don’t call me that.” She hissed winding up to throw the vase right at his oversized head.

“I don’t like to be disobeyed, jagi.” He tutted his eyes narrowing as he regarded her taking particular note of the makeshift projectile that was only a few seconds from being violently launched towards him.

“And I don’t like being kidnapped.” She growled in return understanding with perfect clarity what had happened. “Where is Eun-ho?”

“You hit your head rather hard, jagi. You should be resting. This upset isn’t good for you.” He tutted looking at her in a mix of concern and amusement.

“And whose fault is that?” she asked sarcasm heavy in her tone. “Where is Eun-ho?”

“You really should be resting, jagiya.” He cooed taking a step towards her only to have the vase thrown at him with as much strength as she could muster and aimed directly for his head. The projectile missed though as the target of her fury had smoothly side stepped it before turning his attention back to her.

He grinned. The expression did not reach his eyes nor did it hold any warmth. “I understand you are upset, jagiya, but this behavior cannot be tolerated.” He warned taking long strides towards her now that she no longer possessed anything to launch at his head.

“Stay back!” she yelped scrambling away from him herself as she did so, now realizing the mistake she had made in throwing the vase. She no longer had a weapon to ward him away with. Granted a vase wasn’t the most effective of weapons but at least it had been something.

“Don’t come any closer!” she placed one of the sofas situated before the room’s fireplace between them as a makeshift barrier though every inch of her was strung tight ready to make a dash for it as soon as he got too close for comfort. Really any distance with him would have been too close for comfort, but she was willing to take what she could get given the current situation.

“Jagiya,” he scolded tutting at her like a misbehaving child. “I suggest you stop this before you regret it.”

They were both still as they regarded each other from opposite sides of the sofa. Both were waiting for the other to make a move. While one was calm and completely at ease with the standoff, the other was practically vibrating with anxiety. The occupants of the room could practically see her heart trying to beat itself out of her chest.  

“Leave us.” he called out over his shoulder to the staff who were still waiting anxiously near the door watching the interaction perhaps with even more anxiety than the woman who was facing off with the master of the house. “Miss In,” he addressed the house keeper that had tried so hard to calm Y/N down before his arrival.

“Yes, sajangnim.” She answered bowing at the waist respectfully though he wasn’t looking at her to see the gesture.

“I’ll call for you when the madame and I have finished. She’ll need help dressing.”

“Yes, sajangnim.” She replied before ushering the rest of the staff out of the room to give RM and Y/N some privacy to deal with what they all deemed to be a private matter.

He waited until everyone had left the room before he made his next move.  The authoritative stance he had relaxed when the click of the door closing echoed throughout the room. His presence was still domineering, but it was in a different way now. His posture was relaxed and his hands were leisurely tucked into the pockets of his dress pants as though they were going to have a very normal conversation. His eyes were still cold and calculating telling her exactly who held the power in the room, but this felt more personal, and it made her skin crawl.

“Now,” he started. “Are we going to talk like civilized people, Y/N?” he asked raising a brow at her.

“I don’t think I’d like to, no.”

He chuckled moving to lean against the sofa to stare at her with cold eyes. “We are going to talk, jagi. It just depends on whether or not you’d like to do this the easy way or the hard way. You won’t like it if we have to do this the hard way, Y/N.”

“Why am I here?” she asked slowly inching her way around the sofa keeping an eye on him as she did so.

“If you’ll settle down we can talk about this like adults.”  He bargained gifting her a dimpled smile that was anything but comforting.

There was a chance, a slim chance, she could make a dash for the door, a dash to freedom. She would have to make it past him. And then she would have to navigate a house that she didn’t know to find an exit. That would be hard enough, but there was the fact, that RM would be hard on her heels and there was the staff and his goons to worry about as well. A fool’s errand, she quickly decided. If she wanted to get out of here she needed to play smarter not harder.

“What if I don’t want to talk to you?” she asked scanning the room looking for a better exit strategy, one that wasn’t likely to get her killed.

He stood up straight chuckling as he did. “You don’t have much of a choice, I’m afraid.”

“Well, that’s not very nice.”  She scolded. “But then again, you’re not a very nice person are you?”

“I could be very nice to you.” His grin was wolfish which didn’t make her unease any better especially when his intentions were still unclear.

“I’m afraid I’m not inclined to accept your hospitality. I was actually on my way out, before you … invited me over.”

He sighed dramatically and moved around the sofa to take a seat on it causing her to quickly scramble back to take cover behind the other one in an attempt to keep distance between them. 

“I’m very aware of your…” he paused his wrist gracefully circling in the air as he searched for the right word. “Shall we say vacation plans?” he asked daring her to correct him. “I’m disappointed in you, jagiya. It was very rude of you to run out on me you know.”

“It’s very rude to spy on and kidnap people.” She huffed crossing her arms under her chest. “You could say that we’re even now. We’re both incredibly rude.”

“Why did you run?” his head tilted to the side inquisitively. “Did you think running from me was a good idea?”

Every muscle in her body was pulled taunt as she kept her eyes on her captor. She’d already identified the large picture windows behind her, but she didn’t want him to know where her thoughts were going. With any luck the windows would open up into the grounds they looked over so prettily. That was the best case scenario. The worst case was that she would make her dash for the window, and the windows wouldn’t open at all. Then there would only be the humiliation of a failed attempt at escape.

“Any plan that gets me away from you seems like a good idea.” she snarked watching as the muscle ticked in his jaw. He didn’t like that.

He leaned forward resting his forearms on his knees as he regarded her. “I don’t appreciate your tone, jagi. It’s not befitting of a lady.”

“I’m not a lady, and you’re no gentleman.” She snarled inching backwards towards the windows.

“Jagiya.” The expression on his face was stormy and his tone was stern. “I don’t like your tone. Sit down.” He ordered.

She tilted her head to the side almost contemplatively. “No.”

She turned on her heels as quickly as she could and closed the short distance between her and the window.

“Y/N!” He cried from behind her, angry from the sound of it.

She pulled on the latch of the window thanking God when it opened. The window swung into the room allowing her to step onto the ledge only to find herself faced with a new issue. She had failed to consider that this room might be on the second floor and the distance from the second floor to the ground, and she had to curse herself for being such an idiot. She should have known better.  

She only had a moment to make a decision. Jump and risk spraining or breaking something in the fall, or stay in the room with what was sure to be a very angry RM.

“Y/N!”

The angry cry of her name was closer than before sealing her decision in a split second. All that was left to do was jump.  

part 6