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magicshopaholic · 2 years ago

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You see what one impulsive night of drunken sex can do? To twenty years of friendship? To all the jajjangmyeon that could have been had?? It's a disgrace 😒

Double date? Huh? What

Other People (Seokjin x OC)

Summary: Nari learns a new trick, while Seokjin discovers something unexpected at Big Hit.

Pairing: Seokjin x OC

Genre: Best friends; angst

Word count: 8.5 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, alcohol, mention of diets, mentions of brain surgery, mentions of a car accident (again, Nari is a surgeon, so)

A/N: This got unnecessarily long; I would apologise for it, but I couldn't find a single thing I wanted to delete. It's also two am so I've made an executive decision to not proofread this. I wish I could predict the reaction to this fic but I honestly have no idea. Takes place approximately three months after The Test.

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It’s cold and rainy in Seoul, even when it shouldn’t be.

The day had started off as a nice sunny winter morning in November, the sun a soft golden, a welcome respite from the low temperature. As noon arrived, so did the clouds. By late afternoon, they were grey and ample, sealing the city in a coffin.

Now, the evening doesn’t look at all like it’s continued from the same morning. The rain comes down in torrents, creating a constant din, loud enough for people to have to speak in slightly raised voices to be heard properly.

Nari stands outside the ER with a coffee in one hand and her phone in the other, waiting for the ambulance to arrive. The coffee is losing its heat with every passing second and she tries to gulp it down as fast as she can without burning her tongue in the process.

“What do we have?” Daeun appears from behind her, tying her hair into a ponytail, trauma gown already on.

“Two cars crashed into each other outside the mall,” supplies Nari. “Five victims, multiple contusions, broken bones and at least one head trauma. Coffee?”

Daeun accepts the cup with a nod and takes a noisy sip. “Ah, that’s good stuff. Shit, the rain is bad. I don’t think this will be our only car accident today.”

“Not even close,” mutters Nari, as two more fellow doctors join them. “I just hope we have the room.”

“We don’t,” says Jason, shifting from one foot to another. “Two of the trauma rooms are still unusable from the pipe leakage and the most of the X-ray machines are done after the Wednesday Soccer Team Incident. We have exactly one CT machine in working condition. The hospital is going to have to scrape money off the sidewalk to pay for all those repairs,” he adds, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Good thing they’re hosting a fundraiser then,” says Daeun dryly, just as the ambulance pulls in and the paramedics spill out. “A bunch of rich donors with their cheque books hanging out of their pockets - if that doesn’t work, I don’t know what will.”

Two patients, strapped to a gurney each are then lowered out of the ambulance. All four of them dash forward and tag themselves to a patient, hurrying inside as they listen to the paramedics rattle off their initial assessment and vitals on the field. Nari finds herself next to a woman, possibly in her thirties, with fresh cuts on her face and arms. Her t-shirt is drenched and her jacket has been ripped off, most likely by the paramedics themselves.

“Abdomen is tender so there might be internal bleeding,” says one of the paramedics. “There was no fire but there’s indication that she might have a swollen airway because of the fumes.”

“Alright, we need to get a CT,” says Nari, scanning the ER for an empty trauma room but finding none. “Damn it,” she mutters. “Okay, we’re going to have to keep her here - maybe we can use an ultrasound for now until we can move her.”

“Empty bed over here.” Jason steers the gurney over and immediately hooks the patient up to an IV. “I’ll get the portable ultrasound.”

“I’ll check her airway.” Nari gets to work immediately, trying to intubate the patient, who seems to have passed out entirely. She’s almost done when Jason returns, a nurse and the portable ultrasound machine in tow.

“This better work,” he mutters to her as the nurse begins positioning the patient correctly. “If we can’t find the bleed on this, we’re going to have to get in line for CT, which will take… hours.”

“Here’s hoping,” she agrees, standing back and observing the screen as he moves the transducer over the patient’s abdomen. She sighs and bites her lip when the image comes up clean. “Nothing. Move it to the left?”

Jason obliges, clicking his tongue. “I can’t believe the hospital doesn’t have a budget set aside to fix this stuff. This is a hospital,” he repeats, sounding appropriately frustrated. “Damn it, this bleed is really small. It’s barely showing up on the scan.”

“It has to be there. Here, let me try,” she offers, taking the transducer from him and moving it slower along the woman’s torso. “Do we all have to actually go to this fundraising thing, though? Can’t we skip?”

Jason scoffs. “It’s either dress up and smile at a bunch of rich people or stay here in the ER all night because all the attendings will be at the event. We’re not going to get a night off. The best we can do is make sure we’re all there so we at least have someone to talk to.”

It takes a second to click. “Shit, that’s it.”

“What is? Did you find the bleed?”

“What? No. Sorry,” she mutters, going back to the ultrasound, feeling an encouraging flutter in her stomach. I didn’t find the bleed, she thinks apologetically. I found a segue.

—

It’s hours later when Nari finally gets a moment alone. Sitting at a table in the residents’ locker room, a sandwich in one hand and her phone in the other, she stares at her last chat with Seokjin. It’s a depressing series of heys and what’s ups and not muches, which is all it’s been for months now, ever since they’d last seen each other in August.

It started with superficial questions and forced conversation, half-hearted plans to meet before he had to leave for Europe again, until they dwindled down to monosyllabic answers that Nari found herself too humiliated to keep going, for more than one reason.

For one, it didn’t help her newfound insecurity of being a clingy friend, especially to a man who had made perfectly clear that he didn’t see her as anything but a friend. On top of that, she had no way of knowing what he was thinking. He wasn’t angry; she knew what Seokjin was like when he was angry and if he truly was, she would know.

No, he wasn’t angry. He was… distant. Part of it could’ve been that he was busy, completing an entire promotional activity across Europe. But now that he’s back from their last stop in Japan, Nari knows that they have to get back on track. Being her date to a fundraiser isn’t her top pick, but it might just be the right balance between an organized event where he can’t ignore her and a public enough place that they won’t have to be alone at any point. Besides, if it doesn’t happen now, between his stint in Europe and his tour beginning early next year, she has a sinking feeling that their relationship will stagnate right here.

She swallows, her heart racing slightly. It’s the middle of the night; Seokjin is most likely asleep, which gives her a great excuse to text and not call.

Nari [01:11]

Hey.

She sends it before she loses her nerve, the soft whoosh sounding awfully final. Her stomach tugs uncomfortably with anxiety that she’s only recently started to associate with Seokjin, a strange and new feeling of not being able to expect what’s coming.

She continues staring dementedly at the phone, its screen dark, until she finishes the entire sandwich.

“It’s the middle of the fucking night, Nari,” she mutters to herself, standing up with a groan and stretching. There’s no point wasting her night worrying when she’s probably not going to get a response until tomorrow. She changes out of her scrubs and runs a hand through her unwashed hair, counting herself lucky that she can get a good six hours of sleep before she has to return in the morning.

The rain has slowed to a drizzle now; despite the cold, Nari tilts her head to the sky slightly, welcoming the fresh air. She runs her hands through her hair again, feeling the droplets cooling her scalp as her hair falls around her shoulders in clumpy strands. She doesn’t even make it past the entrance when she feels the unmistakable vibration of her phone in her bag, touching her hip.

Nari freezes. This is unprecedented; Seokjin is never awake this late. Fishing out her phone, she lets out a low breath when she sees a message from him. She can ignore it, to be sure, and deal with it tomorrow morning - but then she would come off as a coward.

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s ridiculously late, maybe it’s the fact that she just spent a better part of the evening fixing a bleed in a person’s abdomen - but the inner voice in her head simply sighs tiredly and goes it’s just Seokjin, prompting her to shake her head and open his message.

Kimbap [01:35]

Hey.

It’s anticlimactic, for sure, but still unexpected. Nari takes a seat on a bench near the parking lot and wipes the droplets off her screen with the sleeve of her jacket, hoping this isn’t going to be another one of their pointless conversations.

But he replied, didn’t he?

He did. Even though it’s the middle of the night. Encouraged, she responds.

Nari [01:39]

Didn’t expect you to be awake.

Kimbap [01:40]

We’re watching a movie at the dorm.

Nari [01:40]

Oh. Which one?

Kimbap [01:41]

Hereditary. I hate it.

Nari [01:41]

Jesus. Then why are you still watching it?

Kimbap [01:41]

There’s a bet and Jungkook is involved. It’s a long story.

Nari’s immediate response of I have time gets backspaced instantly. The honest truth is that she doesn’t have time and he clearly doesn’t want to talk about it. She can’t be sure how well a joke will land right now but she also knows that she needs to respond fast or this is doomed to be another one of their hopeless attempts at a conversation.

All of a sudden, her phone rings and Nari almost drops it. It’s Seokjin, his name blinking bright on the screen. Now fully panicking - because this was not part of the plan - Nari looks around wildly around the empty parking lot, as though hoping for someone to spring out of the bushes and tell her what to do.

The phone is still ringing. Before she realises what’s happening, her thumb does an awkward sort of spasm and lands on the screen, answering the call.

Here goes nothing, she thinks. “Um, h-hello?” she stutters.

“Hey.”

It’s like a football being kicked into her ribcage from the inside. Nari winces, wondering when her anxiety got this severe, to the point where her best friend’s voice is starting to cause her physical comfort. She leans back on the bench and tries to breathe slowly.

“Aren’t you, um, watching a movie?”

“Yeah. But if I’m on the phone, I have a decent excuse to get out of it.”

Oh. Nari feels her shoulders deflate. “Glad to be of help,” she murmurs, chuckling awkwardly. “How - how are you? Are you in Seoul?”

“Yeah, I am. Busy, though,” he adds quickly. “The album’s coming out in a week, so there’s a lot of work going on for it.”

“Right. Of course. How’s that going?”

“It’s fine. Hectic, as per usual. What about you?” he asks after a moment. “How’s the hospital, and the… surgeries and stuff?”

“Same. I mean, hectic. As usual.” Nari closes her eyes and feels her heart sink at the sheer effort this conversation is taking. She can’t begin to think about how they got here and it seems way too exhausting to even try.

“You sound tired.” Seokjin pauses, the sentence sounding incomplete. “Have you - I mean, are you still at the hospital?”

“Going home now. I just got a sandwich at the cafeteria,” she adds, hoping she’s guessed his half-question right.

“Now? I thought you hated the night cafeteria.”

“I do, but it beats the vending machine crap. Have to make do when the jajjangmyeon isn’t an option,” she jokes, bracing herself for his response.

But all he does is chuckle half-heartedly. “Yeah. What’s up? You texted?”

“Oh, right. Yeah.” Nari had barely worked up the nerve to text him about the fundraiser; asking him over the phone was a whole different ball game. “I was just thinking…” She trails off, her eyes widening as her vocal chords stay unwilling to go further.

“M-hm?”

Pull yourself together, woman.

“I was thinking that… we haven’t hung out in a while,” she ventures bravely, her knee jerking up and down. “And there’s a - there’s a thing later this week, so… that could be… you know.” She swallows, wishing Jason hadn’t put this stupid idea in her head in the first place. “... If you want,” she finishes lamely.

Seokjin is silent for a few seconds, during which Nari goes from anticipation to full-blown horror. “I’m sorry, are you - are you inviting me to something?” he asks, sounding confused.

“Um, kind of?”

“Like a party?”

“Well, no. Not a fun one,” she says wryly. “It’s a - there’s a fundraiser. And I have to go and… yeah, I was wondering if maybe you do, too. Since we haven’t hung out in a while.”

“Fundraiser, huh?” He doesn’t sound enthused at all. “Like, for charity? Wait, who��s the charity?”

“We are the charity,” she explains, rolling her eyes. “The hospital. Which means it’s just going to be all board members and senior doctors and other board members - and us. The residents.”

“Huh. Way to make it sound appealing, Nari.”

“It’s not appealing, at all. But it’s free food and booze and I get a chance to get out of my scrubs,” she points out. “Nice dress, straightened hair. And you’ll have to wear a suit,” she adds apologetically.

“Right.” There’s a soft sound and Nari realises a moment later that he’s laughing quietly. It makes her stomach feel uncomfortably heavy.

“What?” she asks, a bit defensively.

“Nothing,” he says, still chuckling. “We haven’t hung out in a while, so your idea was to do so at a… boring work event?”

Nari is quiet for a moment. The fact that he laughed is still prickling. “Well, I’d be open to other suggestions but you haven’t really had the time,” she can’t resist saying. “I work long hours; I don’t really get a lot of other opportunities to go out.”

“Yeah, Nari, I work long hours, too,” he reminds her, sounding irritatingly calm. “But if it’s either that or a hospital charity fundraising event filled with doctors… I think I’ll pick the long hours.” He chuckles again.

You’re a fucking idiot, Nari.

“Got it. See you around, Seokjin.”

“Nari, come on, I was joking -”

His words get cut off when she hangs up, fuming. She puts her phone on silent then, for good measure, and begins storming home in the cold. She won’t respond to any of his calls or messages tonight, the arse, she thinks. But fate must be on her side, for even after she gets home, changes and gets into bed, Seokjin doesn’t call or message.

—

Seokjin reaches the Big Hit building earlier than required. There’s no one in the rehearsal room yet, not even Hoseok, so he decides to get a much needed shot of caffeine from the cafeteria on the fourteenth floor. As he waits in line, he scans the food menu, each item like a gourmet creation.

Have to make do when the jajjangmyeon isn’t an option.

Seokjin sighs and tries not to think about what Nari had for dinner last night, but by the time his coffee is handed to him, he knows he’s a goner. It had taken him every ounce of restraint to not reach out to her again last night, knowing that no good would come of it. But now, in the light of day, he knows he can’t avoid it any longer.

He calls her before he can talk himself out of it. Looking out at the city from the floor-to-ceiling windows and sipping his coffee, he hears her phone ring continuously until it goes to voicemail. He tries not to read too much into it; she’s probably already at work and she rarely answers unless she’s taking a break. It’s better than the other option; the feeling of Nari being angry with him is too foreign for him to consider right now.

He dials her number again to be certain and when it once again goes to voicemail, he clears his throat and takes another sip of coffee for liquid courage.

“Hey, Nari,” he begins, then sighs. “Look, I’m sorry if I was a bit of a dick last night. You just caught me off guard. Honestly, I… I didn’t think you really wanted to hang out with me so when you said you did, it just kind of threw me. And your event does sound boring,” he adds, hoping she hears the teasing in his voice, “but I’ll be there anyway. Suit and everything. I want to hang out with you, too,” he says after a moment, knowing the words don’t even begin to explain the magnitude of how much he wants to see her again, how hard it’s been to distance himself since the last time he saw her. “So… yeah. Text me the details.”

He should be saying something more but he can’t think what. As he looks around, hoping the words will come to him, he spots a figure just outside the cafeteria doors and does a double take. His mind runs through a myriad of memories to zero in on the right one, when he remembers he’s still on the phone.

“Anyway, I have to go. Bye.” Locking his phone and heading out towards the figure, Seokjin pushes his shoulders back and hopes he isn’t wrong. She’s in a slim navy blazer, skinny jeans and very high heels, a sleek laptop tucked under one arm and her fingers flying across the keypad of a Blackberry.

He taps her shoulder with a feather-light touch. “Um, hi? I think I have something that belongs to you?”

When she turns around, face carefully blank, Seokjin is momentarily sure of two things: one, that she is exactly who he thought she was, and two, that her lack of expression can only mean that she doesn’t remember him.

“You do?” A moment later, her perfectly lined lips tilt upwards slightly. “That’s right. What was it again?”

“Um…” Seokjin licks his lips, glad that he didn’t just go up to a random stranger and interrupt her in the middle of what seems to be a very long email. “I think it was a collectible of some kind? Very glamorous. Had a name on the inside?”

Her smile widens. “Do you remember what it was?”

Seokjin gulps but keeps his face still. “Of course. It was… Seulgi.” The relief at her nod is unexpected. “You think I’d forget the person that saved my hand that night? How would I ever hold a mic otherwise? My career might have been over!”

Seulgi laugh, a nice, low laugh. Her teeth are perfectly lined and perfectly white, shining against light bronze skin without a single pore. Her hair is long, straight and black, not a strand out of place. She looks like she belongs on a pamphlet for corporate employees.

Which reminds him.

“Do you - do you actually work here?” he asks. “In Big Hit?”

“Yeah,” she answers, looking only very slightly apologetic. “I thought I recognised you that night as well but I couldn’t be sure. I only just moved to the Marketing team. Sorry.”

“Uh, no, don’t be.” Seokjiin shakes his head. “It’s good to see you. And now I can return the wrist brace to you, too! This is great.”

“I mean, you don’t have to. I told you, I have a bunch of them,” she reminds him, raising her left hand slightly. From under the sleeve of her blazer, a navy blue brace, just like the purple one she’d lent him, peaks out.

“No, no, I should,” he says anyway, shaking his head and glancing at the clock on his phone. There’s a message on his notification tray… “It’s back in my…” He wracks his brain, “... uh, flight. Which I took. The day after you lent me the brace.” He drops his face in his hands when she laughs again, low and husky.

“It’s really okay,” she says, touching his arm before taking a step back. “I actually do have a lot of them. And maybe they’ll help out some other poor soul who’s hurt his wrist.”

“That’s the hope,” he agrees, knowing his ears are reddening. “Man, I really wish I’d known you worked here. I would’ve… I don’t know. Broken the news about losing your brace sooner, for starters.”

“The loss would’ve been easier,” she agrees.

Seokjin bites his lip, preparing to let the awkwardness wash over him but it doesn’t. Seulgi’s warm, despite her appearance suggesting she’s about to walk into a room and fire a dozen people.

“I feel really guilty, though,” he repeats after a moment. “Can I - I don’t know… buy you a coffee? It’s no collector’s edition wrist brace, but still?”

“Oh, that actually sounds good,” she replies, and for a moment his heart skips a beat of relief, “but the line seems long and I have a meeting.” She holds her Blackberry up apologetically.

For the first time, Seokjin notices a Galaxy in her other hand – a personal cell and a work cell. She’s core corporate, he realises, possibly senior management. He doesn’t know why, but it’s slightly intimidating.

“Oh. Oh, okay. Sure.” He nods as she moves past him. “It was good to see you, though.”

“Yeah, you, too. Glad your wrist is better.” With a quick wave, she heads down the corridor and disappears from view.

Seokjin watches her leave, still cringing somewhat over the wrist brace he hasn’t thought about in months. She’d been the only person that night he’d had a normal conversation with - somehow, this doesn’t seem like the best way to show his gratitude.

It’s time to head for practice, anyway. As he steps into the elevator, he opens his messages and breathes a sigh of relief.

Nari [09:14]

[Location]

Nari [09:14]

Friday, 7 pm

—

It’s hours later when they’re finally done with practice. All seven of them, a choreographer and a couple camerapersons are the only ones left. Jimin and Jungkook are still standing, going over their portion of the choreography as Hoseok watches, even though they look like they might collapse any second. Taehyung is spread-eagled on the floor, his bowl hat on his face. Yoongi is sitting in one corner of the room, staring into nothing.

Seokjin feels too tired to move, every single muscle aching. He leans back against the mirror and tries to catch his breath. Next to him, Namjoon is lying on the floor and texting. Seokjin catches a couple of words and immediately looks away; It seems to be in English, so it’s a fairly easy guess who the other person is.

“Any plans tonight, hyung?” Yoongi trudges over and tumbles down on his other side, crossing his legs.

“Not a one,” answers Seokjin. “In fact, I don’t think I’ll be getting out of bed for a while so if you need anything, I’ll respond to you in two to five business days.”

“You need to be at the studio tomorrow morning.”

There’s a pause. “Fine, but apart from that,” he amends, wagging his finger in Yoongi’s face, “two to five business days.”

“There’s also the interview on Friday.”

“Damn it, Yoongi,” groans Seokjin, glaring at him. “Fine, but that’s the last one. I have plans to vegetate all weekend in my apartment,” he informs him, knowing that there’s no way he'll get the entire weekend off, but needing to put across the point, “so just… don’t ruin it for me.” He watches Yoongi make a motion that might be a chuckle and rolls his eyes. “And besides, the interview is on Thursday. So my weekend begins on Friday.”

“The interview is on Friday,” says Yoongi calmly.

“No, it’s not. It’s Thursday. The twenty-fourth.”

“Thursday is the twenty-third.”

“No,” repeats Seokjin, feeling his pulse start to race, “it - it was always on Thursday.”

“No, it’s Friday,” pipes up Namjoon from his other side, not looking away from his phone.

And thus, Seokjin is left to spend the rest of the day in a growing pit of guilt, knowing that he’s going to have to disappoint Nari yet again - this time, completely unintentionally.

Her hesitation last night had not gone unnoticed by him. It was hard to hear but equally hard to respond to, and Seokjin half-hoped that she would find it too hard to go through with actually inviting him somewhere and drop the idea altogether.

But she persisted and while it made Seokjin profusely glad that she still cared, it also meant that he would have to find a way to face her after avoiding her for months.

It doesn’t feel nearly as easy as it sounds, for Seokjin has absolutely no idea what to expect when it comes to Nari now. Part of him still feels guilty for lying to her the day after the wedding; her question had taken him completely off guard and lying about his feelings was the only way he’d been able to think of to avoid the situation getting worse.

It was a mess already but somehow, twenty-four hours later, it was So Much Worse. Somehow, Nari had come to him with a problem he couldn’t ignore. Somehow, he suddenly had to reevaluate his entire life with her in it, and somehow, in less than a day, his short-lived future with Nari as the mother of his child and best friend for life had been created and shattered.

It was hard to think of, and so much harder to talk to Nari about. Seokjin had been on the verge, dozens of times, of just breaking the ice and chatting with his best friend while he sat in cold European towns and watched Taehyung get his heart broken over and over again by Dilara Komyshan.

At least we’re not that bad yet, he’d tried to tell himself. He wanted to tell her, too, that they weren’t that bad, that they were okay, that he just needed some time. But the thought of confessing his surreal daydream, of irretrievably changing their friendship felt like too much of a responsibility - especially if she didn’t respond well. Avoiding her sucked, but it beat being around her with nothing to say.

Still, saying no to her outright, when she’d asked him point blank to accompany him to something was too hard. The fundraiser thing did sound boring, but he wanted to see her, too, so badly. It felt like a missing limb, not being able to talk to her.

Nice dress, straightened hair. And he would have to be in a suit. He shudders when he remembers what happened the last time she was in a nice dress and he was in a suit.

“Namjoon.” Seokjin jogs over to the leader as they’re heading out of the building to their cars in the basement. “About this press conference on Friday.”

“Yeah?”

Seokjin hesitates, already sensing a no-nonsense mood. It hasn’t been the best day for Namjoon; the choreography was a complicated one, he was having to negotiate schedules all day, and if he’s not mistaken, he and Kaya have definitely been having some disagreement all day.

“About this press conference on Thursday -”

“Friday.”

“- I was - yes, Friday -” Seokjin clears his throat. “How important would you say it is for all of us to show up, on a scale of one to… Grammys?”

Namjoon stares. “At least VMAs.”

Seokjin nods seriously, even though it doesn’t help him in the least. “Okay,” he says, changing tacks, “how long do you think it’ll go on?”

“Uh, I don’t know.” Namjoon sighs, scrolling through some document on his phone. “It should be done by six, but there’s a sponsors’ dinner after that - but that won’t be filmed so maybe we can leave early… of course, we’ll need to let management know so they have an exit plan…” He shakes his head and continues muttering under his breath.

“Okay, sure,” interrupts Seokjin, sensing that Namjoon is starting to lose the plot. “But what time do you think the event will actually end? Because I have to be somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“Uh… a thing. With Nari,” he adds shortly. To his relief, Namjoon simply raises his eyebrows but doesn’t probe.

“I - I don’t know, hyung,” he says, not sounding apologetic at all. It’s definitely a fight with Kaya. “We won’t know until we get there. Depends on the sponsors. If it helps, it’s happening right here, in this building.”

It does help, a bit, for the location is closer to the Big Hit building than the hospital is. Still, it could be better.

“Look, I just need to tell Nari if I can make it or not,” he says, no longer beating around the bush. “I don’t want to make her a promise I can’t keep.”

Namjoon licks his lips slowly and nods. “I think you’ve been in this business long enough to know the answer to that, hyung,” he says cryptically, patting his shoulder and walking away.

“What the hell does that mean?” Seokjin demands, but Namjoon just shrugs and continues walking away.

He does know what it means, though. But you’re a coward, Kim Seokjin, says the voice inside his head, sounding like Nari’s, as he prepares to text her later that night rather than call, knowing (and somewhat hoping) that she’ll be too busy to answer right away.

Seokjin [20:11]

I have some not so great news.

To his horror, she replies almost immediately.

Nari [20:13]

Bring it.

Seokjin [20:13]

Promise you won’t get mad?

Nari [20:14]

I’m two beers and a tequila shot down. This would be the right time to give me some not so great news.

Seokjin pauses. She’s drinking, which means she got off work at a reasonable time tonight. He should be glad about that, for her, but he can’t figure out what is also bothering him about it.

Seokjin [20:16]

Oh? No surgeries?

Nari [20:16]

Nope, I’m not on call tonight. I was going to go home and crash but the others convinced me to have a drink first.

Seokjin [20:17]

Sounds like more than a drink.

Nari [20:18]

I may have gotten carried away, but zero regrets.

Seokjin [20:18]

Do you have a ride home?

Nari [20:19]

I live half a block away from the hospital. I’m sure most of these guys will crash at my place when they’re too trashed to get home.

Seokjin [20:19]

Are you sure?

Nari [20:20]

Yes. You don’t have to worry about me, you know.

She’s drunk; her transparency makes that clear. This may be the best or the worst time to give her the news, but Seokjin doesn’t think he can continue worrying about this for the rest of the night.

Seokjin [20:21]

Okay. Look, I need to talk to you about Friday.

Nari [20:21]

Something came up and you don’t think you can make it?

Seokjin’s heart jerks. He may not have met Nari much over the last few months, but he still knows her well enough to tell when she’s reaching the end of her tether.

Seokjin [20:22]

It’s a press thing. I can’t miss it.

Nari [20:23]

Of course. Unfortunate that you found out about it only today.

Seokjin [20:23]

No, it’s not that. I actually forgot. I thought it was on Thursday but it turns out it’s actually Friday. It’s my fault - I mixed up the days.

Nari [20:24]

Of course. Some other time, I guess.

Seokjin can picture her scoff, locking her phone and placing it on a bar table, screen down. He scrambles.

Seokjin [20:25]

I’m just saying I’ll be a little late.

Nari [20:25]

Late? Are you sure?

Seokjin [20:26]

Yeah. I don’t know how late but I’ll be there. I’ll try my best anyway.

Nari [20:26]

I’m sure you will.

This time, her status goes from “online” to “offline” and he knows she’s gone. This is a side of Nari he hasn’t seen in years: snide and sarcastic. It’s incredibly rare, requires a mix of things to be going wrong in her life, and has never, ever been directed at him.

Seokjin feels squeamish and guilty and helpless all at once - but he’s also beginning to get mildly annoyed. He’s determined to show up now, if for nothing else than to prove her wrong.

Take that, Nari. He pictures showing up at the event, jogging up the stairs and bursting into a hall filled with white-haired individuals in conservative finery. Nari, in the same leaf-green bridesmaid’s dress with strappy high heels, would be at the end of the hall at the bar, looking victorious at the assumption that he hasn’t shown. The crowd would part then and she would turn, the satisfied smirk fading at the sight of him, late and panting - but there.

The next moment, Seokjin cringes at this ridiculous fantasy. Even the imaginary voice in his head that sounds a bit like Nari snickers.

—

Nari fingers the strap of her dress nervously, feeling rather odd at being this dressed up around people who only ever see her in scrubs. Most of the other doctors seem to be feeling similarly, though, and she tries to coach herself to remember that they’re still the same people - just wearing make-up and cologne.

“Hey,” comes Jason’s voice from behind her, and she turns, glad to see someone she knows. “You - wow, you look amazing.”

“Really?” Nari asks quickly, smoothing down her dress. It’s long and plain black, nothing fancy, with a thin necklace and the only strappy high heels she owns. “It’s not too low cut?”

“Um -” Jason frowns and immediately looks away. “I - I don’t know. It looks - I mean, I didn’t -” He stutters in confusion, his gaze darting around in panic. “I don’t - I mean, should I look?”

“What? No, of course not.” She shakes her head and sighs. “Sorry. I’m just not used to it.”

“Used to what?”

“This,” she says, referring to nothing in particular. “The dress and the hair and the - the make-up. I don’t do it very often.” Looking up to see him still deliberately looking away, she slaps his shoulder. “Damn it, Jace, you can look at me now.”

“Oh.” He makes a big show of slowly moving his gaze towards her, grinning when she chuckles begrudgingly. “Don’t worry, dude. You look great.”

“Thanks. You, too, by the way,” she says honestly, noting the suit and the neatly brushed hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your jaw this smooth,” she remarks, turning his chin slightly.

“A last minute shave in the residents’ locker room changed the game.” Jason rubs his jaw and winces slightly. “Should I be concerned about my skills as a surgeon that I cut myself in two different places while doing it?”

Nari laughs, feeling slightly less nervous. “Not unless you’re the patient. Also, where the hell is everybody else?”

“Oh, Daeun got pulled into surgery - her motorcycle guy ruptured his spleen,” he answers, gesturing to the bartender. “She said she’d be back if it got over in time. Hyeri had to monitor her valve replacement lady to see if she’ll make it through the night. Oh, and Eunji is over there,” he adds, pointing to the other end of the hall.

Nari squints in the direction he’s pointing. “Who’s that she’s with?”

“Her boyfriend, probably.” Jason shrugs as the bartender comes over. “A chaebol type, from what I can tell. Hey. you want a drink?”

“Uh, sure. Beer. Wait, can we have beer?” She frowns.

“I don’t know. Not fancy enough, is it?”

“We don’t have beer,” volunteers the bartender.

“Right,” says Nari. “In that case, I will have a glass of your strongest… whatever is strongest.”

Jason nods seriously. “Two of those. Thank you.”

The bartender raises an eyebrow but nods anyway, going back to mix their drinks.

“So… it’s just you and me?” She leans back against the bar and scans the room. “Wait, do you have a date coming, too?”

“What?” Jason wrinkles his nose. “No. I’ve been on a neuro rotation all week - I haven’t had time to breathe, forget about looking for a date. You?”

“Have I had time to breathe?”

“Do you have a date.”

“Right.” Nari bites her lip. “Not exactly. I mean, I - I invited a friend. Seokjin - you met him, remember?”

“Yeah, of course.” Jason nods as their drinks arrive and they automatically pick theirs up. “Cheers. So why isn’t he a date?”

“Because he’s a friend.” As she says it, a terrifying possibility occurs to her: could Seokjin actually think this is a date? It would explain his random excuse to arrive “late” - if he does at all.

“He is? Really?” He looks mildly curious. “Because that night at Hyeri’s - I could’ve sworn he had a thing for you.”

Nari’s heart skips a beat. “You’re not the first person to think that,” she mutters into her glass, taking a stinging sip of what tastes like scotch. “Ugh, that’s disgusting.”

“It’s strong,” he remarks. “But I didn’t catch that. What did you say?”

“Nothing.” She shakes her head, the painful humiliation of that moment after the wedding seeping into her body again. “Just… he doesn’t. Have a thing for me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Really? I mean, because it seemed like -”

“Jason,” she interrupts him, needing this conversation to end. “He doesn’t. Believe me. I’m completely sure.”

For a moment, it looks like he’s going to say something else but then seems to think the better of it. Nari is thankful; reliving that moment is bad enough, but her mind is now also preoccupied with the possibility that Seokjin might be avoiding coming tonight because he thinks she’s asked him on a date - and because he’s nice and can’t reject her outright twice, he’s having to resort to half-hearted lies and work excuses.

It’s a grim thought. She and Seokjin haven’t spoken since he told her he’d try to make it - and she’d been less than gracious about it. It was the alcohol, she’d reasoned the next morning, and despite the annoyance with his flimsy attempts at avoiding her, she’d dropped him a cursory Seriously, don’t worry about it. She’d waited just long enough to get a I’ll still try my best, and tried not to think about it since.

Nari takes another sip of her disgusting drink, not sure which is worse - if he shows or if he doesn’t.

—

“There he is. Jerk.”

Seokjin’s ears perk up at Taehyung’s quiet snarl. He follows the younger member’s gaze and feels his mouth twist as well when he spots the one journalist who had pestered them relentlessly with questions, each one more backhanded than the previous one, ranging from their solo ambitions to accusations of plagiarism.

“Where’s Namjoon?” he mutters, looking around. “Let’s make sure he doesn’t run into that guy without other guests around. Or witnesses,” he adds.

“He’s over by the water,” supplies Jungkook. “I think he’s talking to one of the sponsors.”

“Let’s keep an eye on him, then,” says Yoongi dryly. “Just in case he decides to do something drastic, like get into a logically structured argument.”

Seokjin half-chuckles. He does want Namjoon to come over, partly to keep an eye on him but mostly to check when he can leave. He checks his phone; it’s almost eight. As much as Nari’s last message, days ago, hadn’t seemed at all confident that he would make it, it only made him more determined to show up.

Namjoon doesn’t come over, though. Eventually, Seokjin joins him, hoping to get a moment of his time between guests.

“Maybe you should take a break,” he suggests, after another one of the sponsors leave and Namjoon’s well-practiced public smile fades. “Eat something? Or even have a drink?”

Namjoon smiles wearily. “Thanks, hyung. Maybe later.” He runs a hand over his face. “God, I can’t wait to get out of here. Zoom date with Kaya,” he adds, answering Seokjin’s silent question.

“Then we should leave now,” he says immediately, jumping at the opportunity. “Or you’ll just get even more tired and you’ll have to cancel on Kaya.”

“Are you kidding? It’s the only thing I’ve been looking forward to all day,” he replies, shaking his head. “There’s no way I’m cancelling.”

Seokjin responds to this with a grimace; while he would ordinarily find it sweet, right now, this blatant happiness is just annoying. He tries to think of another line of reasoning that could convince Namjoon to bounce, but before he can, two middle-aged people, one man and one woman, join them.

There’s some initial greeting; Seokjin gets through it robotically while Namjoon goes from tired to charming in a microsecond. The topic predictability begins with the press conference that just took place, followed by both guests praising Namjoon for his wonderful answers that he receives with respectful gratitude.

“I’m sorry you all have to stay for the dinner,” the woman says to Seokjin while the other two speak about something else. “You’re so young; I’m sure you all have other plans tonight.”

Lady, you have no idea. But he forces a smile on his face. “We’re happy to be here. Besides, if I’m lucky,” he adds hopefully after a moment, “my plans might still be there after this.”

“Oh?” The lady seems most interested. “A fancy party you need to get to?”

“Something like that. I have to meet someone at an event.”

“Girlfriend?”

“No,” he answers hastily. “Just a friend. It’s a work thing at the hospital she works. She’s a doctor,” he adds for good measure.

To his surprise, the lady nods. “Oh, I know that. It’s a fundraiser, right? Seoul National Hospital?” When Seokjin raises his eyebrows and nods, she smiles in acknowledgement. “I have a couple of friends there, too. Those doctors do such good work - pity they don’t have the money to continue their work in peace. Your friend is smart, though,” she says after a moment, patting Seokjin’s shoulder with a knowing look, “inviting a BTS member to the event.”

Seokjin doesn’t immediately understand. “I’m sorry?”

“Well, they need the money, don’t they?” She chuckles, sounding almost impressed. “Not a lot of people have the contacts to bring in someone like BTS to be a donor.”

Something drops in his stomach. “Oh, I - I think you’ve misunderstood. She’s my friend and we - we haven’t met in a long time because we’ve both been very busy. It’s not a - I mean, I’m not a - a donor.”

The lady looks confused for a moment. “Oh. My apologies. It just seemed like a smart thing to do, you know?”

Seokjin swallows. “Sure,” he says shortly. “But, uh… it’s not like that.” He nods to himself, knowing he’s right. “Nari would never do that.”

—

Nari shuffles through the crowd to where she can see Jason with Eunji and her boyfriend, taking care not to trip in her heels. She sees them turn and spot her as she gets close, but she doesn’t have time for pleasantries.

“Incoming,” she states. All of their eyes dart up and behind her; Eunji is the first one to notice.

“Damn it. Come on, babe,” she commands her partner, taking his hand and setting off. “Let’s go dance before he gets us.” In a flash of a second, they’re both gone.

“Okay, it’s our turn,” she says hurriedly to Jason, placing her drink on the bar and gathering her long dress in her hand. “If Dr Jung gets hold of us, it’s going to be a repeat of the mixer.”

Jason grimaces. “Oh, God. You mean when he tried to recruit each of us one by one by using his holiday calendar as a selling point?”

“That’s the one. Come on, he’s already seen me, but maybe we can still make a break for it!” she whispers dramatically, getting ready to go but stopping when he grabs her wrist.

“It’s too late,” he says gravely. “We’re going to need another plan. Tell me about your craniotomy today.”

“I - what?” Nari’s eyes widen. “Did you not hear me?”

“I did. Now talk to me about something medical,” he instructs. “And make it seem like there’s a problem - like, just talk urgently. Come on,” he urges, shaking her wrist.

“Um - okay, uh, the patient came in with migraines and was having seizures so we did an MRI and found an aneurysm located in the temporal lobe of the brain -”

“That’s great,” he whispers, and Nari notices his gaze slide carefully to the left to watch Dr Jung reach them, before quickly looking back at Nari. “But his vitals still aren’t stable,” he says suddenly, at a regular volume.

Nari’s jaw drops before she realises what he’s doing. “His blood pressure is what we need to observe carefully or he’s going to need another surgery tomorrow.”

“Is there any chance the aneurysm could’ve burst anyway? Even after you clipped it?”

Nari stares, a little thrown by how convincing his acting is.

“Answer me!”

“A little over the top, don’t you think?” she mutters.

“The man is two feet behind you,” he replies, equally quietly, before tugging her closer and placing his hands dramatically on her shoulders. “What if it’s a brain bleed? What if -”

“How dare you?” She interrupts him, jabbing him in the chest. “My aneurysm was clipped perfectly, you son of a bitch!”

Jason’s eyes flicker with this unexpected turn of conversation but he plays along. “We still need to get an MRI to rule out any other complications, like a hematoma, or an air embolism or -” He pauses, craning his neck slightly, “... and he’s gone.” His shoulders relax and his hands slide off her arms.

“No way did that work,” she marvels in a low voice, turning around to check and see that he’s right.

“Of course it did. Nobody interrupts two doctors discussing a patient,” he says absently, rubbing a spot on his chest. “You may need some practice, though. I think you bruised my chest.”

“Don’t be a baby,” she tells him teasingly, asking for another drink and feeling a lot more relaxed than before. “But that was a pretty neat trick.”

“I can teach you many, young ‘un,” he says seriously, casually taking a sip of his third scotch. “But I don’t think we have the time tonight. Won’t Seokjin be here soon?”

Her drink arrives then and Nari takes it with a quiet thanks. Taking a larger sip than intended, she shakes her head. “He’s not going to make it,” she says, swallowing and wincing.

“Oh.” Jason frowns. “Did he call?”

“Nope.” Nari shakes her head, finding it a bit sad how unsurprised she is. “But he’s not going to make it.”

His frown deepens slightly and she’s sure he’s picked up on her change in tone, but she’s thankful he doesn’t mention it.

“Do you want to learn another trick then?” he offers.

Nari smiles, trying to look at the bright side: Seokjin would not have enjoyed this. He wouldn’t know anyone and he wouldn’t understand any of their conversation. A call would have been nice, but things aren’t the same anymore.

She’s here, she has a night off, and she’s not alone. It could be a lot worse.

“Sure,” she answers. “But I’m going to need to be a lot more drunk for the next one.”

—

The ETA on the map says forty minutes. Seokjin has no idea how long hospital fundraisers last, but he needs to try. He exits the building, already tired from the negotiating he had to do to leave early. It’s starting to drizzle, so he ducks into the nearest establishment - a small cafe - as he waits for his car. The traffic outside is ridiculous, though; he hasn’t the faintest idea how long it’ll actually take him to get to the fundraiser.

Nari hasn’t called or messaged, though. Neither has he, he knows, but her last message had implied such a lack of faith in his intention to show up that it had rankled him just a bit. Over the course of the week, it had festered until it’s now more of a challenge than anything else, for he can’t think of a single other reason as to why he’s going to this thing.

For Nari, says the voice weakly, sounding unconvinced. Nari, it seems, neither knows nor cares if he shows up, for all the interest she’s shown in his whereabouts. I’ll try me best, he’d said, meaning it completely, but she clearly didn’t believe it.

Seokjin sighs, mentally so exhausted that he can’t even muster the energy to be annoyed or hurt or confused right now. He’s just about to step back outside when he hears a voice he doesn’t expect.

“Can I get a bottle of water, please?”

He turns to see straight hair and a blazer, mint green this time, with the sleeves pushed up. “Seulgi?” he calls unsurely.

She turns and her eyes light up in recognition. “Hey, Seokjin. How are you?”

“Tired,” he admits. “You?”

“The same. Just trying to find the guiltiest pleasure on the menu to break my diet with tonight,” she says, pointing at the few items on the board. “It’s just been one of those days.”

“Tell me about it,” he murmurs, taking a few steps to stand beside her. “Anything catch your eye?”

“Not really. It’s just sandwiches,” she grumbles. “But I don’t really have a lot of options right now.”

Seokjin is quiet for a few seconds while she gets a bottle of water and takes a long swig from it. “I actually know of a ramen place close by. If you want. I break my diets there all the time,” he tells her.

“Really?” This time he isn’t imagining it; her eyes do light up. “How much?”

“Well… enough to feel like I’ve rebelled against the company for the night, but not so much that I can’t resume it the next day.”

“That’s the perfect amount.”

“Is that a yes?”

Seulgi grins tiredly, reminding him for a moment of Namjoon earlier tonight. “It is.” Her eyes flicker lower and her smile fades. “Oh, wait. You’re in a suit - are you going somewhere?”

Seokjin bites his lip. “I was at the press conference, and the dinner after that.”

“Oh.” She doesn’t look fully convinced. “And you were going… where?”

“Well, now I’m going to get ramen because it’s in my head.”

She cracks a smile. “I’m serious, though. You’re in a suit,” she repeats, adjusting the strap of her handbag on her shoulder. “Are you sure you don’t need to be somewhere?”

Question of the hour. But Seokjin knows that even if he does make it through the traffic, this will still be the easiest conversation he’s going to have all day.

“No. I don’t need to be anywhere.”

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nanodayum · 4 years ago

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Jajjangmyeon and tangsuyuk (and a huge bowl of jjambong too cos why not)

#i finally got to eat this! sooo delicious #it was in my to eat list in 2016 and im only fulfilling it now #love the jajjangmyeon so much it reminded me of the one i had in korea #the tangsuyuk was great but after awhile...#i think im just accustomed to the chinese version of sweet sour pork #less starchy!

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sooowat · 6 years ago

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My babies are back !! #jajjangmyeon ... I forgot how do they call it.. 🤗😍 #ramen #noodles #koreanfood #healthyfood #sweets #smoothie 😈😈 #inshot #fun #lastnigt #sweet #foodporn #happykid #like4like #followforfollow #asianfood #love #fun #fries #japanesefood #happy #picoftheday #á #photooftheday #instagood #instafood #instaphoto #healthyliving #happykid #photography #instafood #foodie https://www.instagram.com/p/BsmkZISlq30/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1azxwcqhiqbpx

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empress-hancock · 2 years ago

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Yeah the language thing probably changes interpretations a bit. Now that I’m thinking about it though it feels more like perhaps some things are pasta (rigatoni, cavatappi, macaroni, farfalle) and some things are noodles (udon, soba, jajjangmyeon) and some things are both (spaghetti, linguini). Pasta, to me, is european in origin, most often wheat but not always (like gnocchi is potatoes), while noodles are long, and are made of many different types of ingredients (rice, wheat, buckwheat)

ok regarding noodle x pasta debate. they're virtually the same thing as in noodle is a type of pasta. however! if u said to me "hey lets eat some pasta today" i wouldn't think we'd eat noodles

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bookishlilcorner · 2 years ago

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Ugh the moment I’m back home, I’m ordering Asian take out

#god I’ve been craving tteokbokki bibimbap sushi jajjangmyeon udon stir fry #you name it #it’s pretty hard to find some where I am

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latenightdecaf · 3 years ago

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Nervous Cold Hands

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff, angst,

*sighs in defeat* boyfriend!namjoon

Summary: Kim Namjoon’s your boyfriend—he breaks things, he changes his mind easily, forgets where his phone is but also loves you dearly.

Word Count: 1,891

a/n: I actually don’t know what this is and how it just dawned to me after repeating the video of Joon on his last live about having a tattoo and marriage and kids. I’m personally close his age and I have the exact same sentiments about having kids 😂 although the story is not at all related to that. I’m sorry for leading you on 😅

Thank you though for being here. Please do let me know what you think or feel or anything really 💭

“Hey, baby. I changed my mind.” Coming in from behind you, you got caught off guard on his random declaration in the middle of nowhere. Immediately, turning your back to look at him and putting the knife down as a precaution.

“About what?” Giving him a confused look.

Joon still looking intensely at his phone in one hand, other tucked in on his sweatpants. Not even bothering to look up, “About dinner.” You sighed; shoulder softened. “Again??” If only you didn’t know him enough, for being the most indecisive person on earth but after months of dating him, this is something you’ve already gotten used to.

But the tone of your voice is enough for him to look up from his phone, flipping it shut and placing it on top of the counter. Making his way towards you, showing you his infamous apologetic smile and dimples. Arms out wide, already gesturing to give you his bear hug when you dodge and walked past him. You picked his phone up, raising it and looking at him with a serious expression on your face. “I’m already a hundred percent sure, you’ll be looking for these again in the next 10 mins.” Putting it right inside the pocket of his sweats and went back immediately to chopping the garlic you were already doing before. Namjoon just stood there watching your every move, scratching the back of his neck. He moved an inch closer to you and you immediately noticed, “Joon—I’m holding a knife here.” you warned him without even looking up and it made him laugh.

He loves you for your strong personality. Loves it even more when you call him, ‘love’ or even ‘baby’ sometimes. It makes him feel warm and privileged to be called by you that way. You rarely call him, ‘Joon’ or ‘Namjoon’ only when there are other people around or when you’re serious which makes him nervous sometimes. You have this cold exterior on the outside to people who doesn’t know you but immediately Namjoon thought different, to him you looked warm the very first time he met you. Loves your smile and loves knowing he’s the reason behind it too. But when your expression changes and with the tone that sounds more serious. He knows it too well that you’re not one to mess up with.

“I’m sorry—why don’t we just order in?” You keep blinking your eyes, staring down at the garlic you’ve been holding onto for minutes now. “Jajjangmyeon and tangsuyuk?” coming in closer and peeking at you slightly, he’s very much aware that those are your comfort food. Some of the things you just can’t say no to. And indeed, you nodded softly and put down the knife.

Cleaning the rejected garlic quietly that’s supposed to be for yet another kimchi-jjiggae and still not facing your boyfriend at all. Today is just one of those days. Where you don’t know what you’re feeling or what specific thing or event is weighing you down, but something is weighing you down. And Namjoon can tell, he knows it wasn’t his fault, he knows it wasn’t the dinner’s fault—he’ll admit he had been busy with work, but he knows when you’re trying to keep something to yourself which you often do so before.

At the start of your relationship, you both know that communication is an important factor in maintaining one. And that’s not even a problem for him at all, always ready to talk, always ready to decipher every tiny little thing—but you on the other hand, it intimidates you. His display of openness and vulnerability scares you and even makes you doubt yourself sometimes. Just when you thought you’ve already matured enough to make an actual relationship work, Joon awes you each time, makes you feel like you’re still a beginner.

You admire him a lot, not just because he’s RM of BTS but simply because of how he is. He’s a book nerd; you’re a book nerd but you’ve never seen anyone quite like him before—he asks you what you think of a book you both read together, and it chokes you sometimes to say the words in your head. Overthinking and wishing that he’d find you smart too or at least good enough. It weighs in your mind a lot how he thinks of you, more than you could ever admit.

But you know who you are, you know what you like and don’t like, you know what to say and not say—you know what your opinions are and can very well form them on your own. But at the same time, you have also been told that you were too much for pondering a lot about the relationship. Been told that ‘your personality was too strong’ for leading and asking questions those people don’t have the answer to, you never let it show but it wounded you. Made you feel like you should temper your fire and maybe just conform instead. Even after months of being with Joon, you never completely opened this up to him. You’re not sure—not entirely confident yet of what you both have and if it’s already strong enough.

Joon immediately dialed your favorite Chinese restaurant. Washing your hands and drying it off, with Joon just standing and calling the restaurant beside you. He held your left wrist, warm and comforting—looking at you as he waits for his order to be completed. And as soon as he’s done, he hunched his back to meet your eye, examining you “Everything—“ while you continue to avoid it, “Not okay…”

He grabbed your hand, intertwining with his as you both make your way to his dining room—pulling out the chair for you to sit as he sits beside you. Not letting go of your hand, while you continue to feel weird, almost in the verge of crying but not knowing entirely what you’re upset about. “Talk to me please.” Tugging your hand that’s entangled with his and you just nodded. But still unsure of what to say.

You both waited in silence for a few more minutes, “You know what, I sometimes look at you and I really can’t figure you out. You make me nervous like that.” You smiled and looked at the hand that just won’t let you go. You stare at it for a good while, “Joon-ah, my love." trying not to choke on the words, “What if—you got me all figure out, and found that there’s nothing here that you like?” You slowly turned to look at him, he sighed and showed you his tight-lipped smile. “No, I have not figured you out—and it drives me crazy sometimes. But one thing’s for sure it would not change my mind at all. Do you have any idea how nervous I am when called me ‘Joon’ earlier, I mean that’s my name but I’m ‘love’ right?” You chuckled at his statement, you have noticed it before and sometimes do it on purpose just to mess with him, but he makes the same reaction every time, eyes all wide and suddenly attentive. “But—there won’t be anything I wouldn’t like, I’m pretty sure of that by now.” You frowned and he noticed it immediately. “You don’t know that yet, Joon.” He tugged your hand again, “Please stop calling me, Joon—I have no idea where this conversation is going but can’t you tell my hand’s growing cold already.” You laughed and dragged your chair closer to his, grabbing his other free hand and gently rubbing his knuckles. You’ve always loved the way his big hands cover yours and you feel bad for dragging your insecurities and even making him nervous about it. Almost like a whisper, “I’m sorry, my love.”

“I make you nervous, you make me nervous. I’m not sure what’s wrong with us.” You smiled at him, still brushing your fingers onto his knuckles—feeling it getting warmer in your grip. “Nothing’s wrong with us, okay? What are you so worried about?” looking genuinely concerned, “Do you think it’s because our love is new that’s why it feels that way?” Gently nodding along, “Maybe and maybe not, they say when you’re nervous to try something it means you’re onto something important. Maybe, we’re both nervous of each other sometimes because we know how important this is—I’m nervous because of how important you are to me. Every eyebrow raises, every micro expression you make, every weird intonation of a question, I try not to contemplate but yes that makes me nervous—sometimes even more so than my work you know?” He has his way with words, no one can ever deny it.

It warms your heart knowing so well that you’re being understood even with less direct words. You have it in your hand, a man that doesn’t just love you but understands you too. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I’m too much for you?” Squinting his eyes in this question, acting like he’s seriously pondering over it. “Too much of what? Coffee? Yes, you drink too much coffee, love.” Making face and eyes rolling because you know so well that that joke is half meant. “I don’t really understand the questions luv, why would you be too much?” Smiling and genuinely wondering about that question.

Frowning and trying so hard to hold back your tears because it finally hit you—you’re finally being loved for the things those people said you were too much for.

Joon noticed the tears that’s forming your eyes, he rushed to have you in your arms. Gently stroking the back of your head as you let it all out while he hugs you tight and rocks you back in forth which made you smile. Covering you with his warmth, drowning all your worries with his love. He really makes everything better you thought.

The doorbell rang and finally your comfort food arrived. Joon greeted the delivery man politely and went back to set the food at the table while you get your drinks and plates. You and Joon work perfectly together, almost as if you both fill in each other’s gaps. Or for at least for you, just his tiny quirks. His clumsiness just makes you even more attentive than you realize. Making sure he’s nowhere near stuff that could potentially break and end up hurting him, nowhere near the kitchen where sharp knives are present but like always, he still hovers trying to see if he could be of any help. So, you end up taking his offer and gave him stuff to do. These days he can basically make your favorite cold brew, without dismantling your manual grinder. He didn’t have to do it, but he loves doing things for you.

“So what do you think does cold hands mean? Well for you, I already said mine. I want to hear yours.” he asked as he slurps in on his Jajjangmyeon. “It’s not even about cold hands. It was about how we were nervous…” You rolled eyes over his question, and he just smiled in return. This part is what intimidate you sometimes. Always asking a penny for your thoughts. “But anyway, I’ll take it—I’d say mine is cold because I’m not holding yours.”

#bts fanfic #namjoon fic #namjoon x reader #namjoon scenarios #namjoon imagine #bts fluff #namjoon fluff #bts established relationship au #bts fanfiction #bts imagine #bts scenarios

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hwa-whiskers · 3 years ago

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Ateez Reaction: Period Comfort

A/N: Just had my period and it hurts like a bitch. Anyways, hope this comforts you a bit! Love ya!

Hongjoong: “Joong! My stomach hurts.” You crawled into his side and curled up into a ball.

“Do you want cuddles?” He opens his arms as you gladly wrapped your arms around his waist.

“It’s been hurting for an hour now.” Your eyes saddened as Hongjoong worriedly looked at you.

“I’m gonna go get you something warm.” He states and went away as you sighed, not wanting to let him go.

Hongjoong waddled back to you with a mischievous smile.

You frowned as he makes you lay on you back, slowly lifting up your shirt to show your tummy.

“What are you-“

Hongjoong quickly places the bag of water warm water that he had just made in the kitchen on your lower stomach.

You gasps and widened your eyes. “It feels better already!” You smiled as Joong chuckled.

“I’ll always make you one when you need it then.”

Seonghwa: The two of you were snuggling when you moved your legs to fix the position of your pad. You groaned in pain and sighed heavily.

“It’s that time of the month for you, huh.” Seonghwa mumbled into your ears as you looked up at him with shock.

“How’d you know-“

He kisses your forehead and swiftly got up. “I kept track of your period last month so I’d be ready this time!” Seonghwa happily claps as he brought in a basket of snacks.

You gasped with happiness. “Seonghwa!!” You clapped after him and wiggled in excitement.

Hwa unwraps the chocolate and feeds you with it. “Anything else?” He smirks as your heart fluttered.

“Maybe you.” You blushed at your own sentence as Seonghwa opens his arms for you.

“Like this?” He tilts his head as you’ve already forgotten the pain.

Yunho: You’ve been in bed all day. Everything felt like shit and you hated the gooey feeling of the red liquid flowing nonstop down between your legs.

“Baby?? Are you okay?” Yunho knocks the door before opening it as he sees your body.

Yunho gasps at your lifeless body and starts screaming.

“Yah!! Y/n! Wake up!”

“I’m not dead….yet.” You glared at him and hugged the teddy bear next to you.

“Oh.” Yunho smiles as you held onto the lower part of your stomach with pain.

“I got you this.” He pulls up your shirt as you frowned, “wait. What are you doing?”

Yunho pulls up a heating pad and placed it on your stomach.

“Does that feel better?” He tilts his head and stared at you with sparkled eyes.

You cracked a smile and nodded. “Thank you Yunho….for putting up with my emotion swings.”

“That’s what makes you cuter.” He shyly states as you blushed.

Yeosang: “How could you throw away the trash? I wanted to be the one to throw it out!” You cried as Yeosang scratched his head in confusion.

You sniffled and wiped your tears. “Ouch-“ Your face frowned as the piercing pain in your stomach grew bigger.

Yeosang’s eyes widened as he held onto you, “Is everything alright?”

“I’m sorry Yeosang. The pain just won’t go away and it’s irritating everything for me.” You sat down as he immediately back hugged you.

“You know you’re cute when you get feisty.” He giggled at his own joke as you gave him a poker face, which made him clear his throat.

“What do you wanna do tonight? I’m free for you.” Yeosang pats your head as you smiled.

“Really??! Then I want tteokbokki! Jajjangmyeon! Fried chicken-“

“Chicken!?” Yeosang grabs his phone and starts opening it. “I’m dialing the number already honey.”

San: “I’ve ran you a bath already. Would you like me to scrub your back?” He suggests as you nodded. “Please!”

You two got inside the bathroom as San stared at you cutely. “T-turn around Sannie!” You hit his shoulders as he giggled.

“Babe. I’ve seen your beautiful body already.” He counter argues while still facing the wall.

“Yes, but I’m still shy!” You finally got into the bubbly bath with rose petals as San turns around.

“Okay. Here’s my back.” You turned around as he gently ran his fingers down your back.

You sighed at the pleasure as it relieved some of the pain in your abdominal area.

“Thank you…Sannie.” You whispered as he kissed down your neck.

“I’ll take care of you always.”

Mingi: “It’s still hurts.” You whined as Mingi was on his phone.

You fell asleep with disappointment as he did nothing. “Y/n….” Mingi’s voice wakes you up as he went out to buy all your favorite snacks and food.

“Awww Mingi.” You opened your arms but his hands were busy with all the snacks.

“Put them down so I can give you love!” You helped him put the bags away and then hugged him.

You puckered up your lips and stood on you tippy toes to kiss him.

Mingi’s smile was wide as he kissed your forehead. “Did I do a good job?”

“You did a fantastic job!” You we’re too happy that you had forgotten about your period pain for a bit.

Wooyoung: “I can massage your b”

“Ooh! Yes!” You sat in front of him as he was behind you.

His hands slipped under your arms and grabbed onto your breasts.

“Ahh-“ Your brows furrowed in pain as your hands grabbed onto his arms.

“Wooyoung!!” You glared at him from behind as he giggled mischievously.

“What?! You wanted me to massage your boobs.” Wooyoung nibbled your ears as you hit him.

“D-do it gently!” You shyly demanded as he giggled cutely.

“Yes my lady.” He whispers into your ears and began massaging your aching body correctly this time.

“Hmm…feels good?” Wooyoung teases as you nodded, and then immediately get shy.

“Shut up!” You covered your face as Wooyoung back hugged you while giggling cutely into your ears.

Jongho: “I’m on my period. I can’t eat ice cream.” You pouted as Jongho teasingly ate it in front of you.

“Hmm! So delicious!” He licks the spoon clean as you glared at him.

“Yah!” You hit Jongho’s shoulders multiple times as he dodged them successfully.

“Hahaha!” His eye smile melts your heart as you hated for loving him too much.

“Hmph!” You crossed your arms and turn away from him.

“Y/n..” Jongho pokes your side as you shook your head.

“We can order your favorites tonight.” He suggests as you finally looked at him with happiness.

“Yes!” You nodded as Jongho pats your head.

“Anything for you.”

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez smut #ateez san #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #kpop imagines #jongho #kpop reactions #ateez yunho #kpop fluff #ateez fluff #seonghwa #song mingi #yeosang

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chengsandagan111 · 3 years ago

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Cuddles

SUMMARY: Someone is not used with this kind of affection and that is the Great Kartein. One must respect his personal space and- oh god, don't touch him! Get your filthy hands off of him right this instant! Oh no... He is not ammused at all, now he is going to destroy you!

Kartein has been transforming into a cat back and forth to being a human more often. He does it to get more used to this kind of "talent" he learned from Kayden. The children constantly comes and goes whenever they want and it won't be good if they see him in his human form. Not like he is a criminal in hiding but he doesn't feel like conversing with these kids. They are just pure annoyance and major headache.

"Let's order cheesy rose tteokbokki." Subin said smilingly while taking off her shoes, followed by Wooin then Jisuk.

"Why don't you order yourself using your account?" Jisuk nonchalantly replied which followed by Subin's punch on his head.

Haaahhhh.. These annoying kids, really...

The kitty Kartein sighed in pure disappointment as he walked up and "recharge" himself inside the carton box at the stairway. Jiwoo finally walked into the house and took off his shoes. He was holding his bag real tight.

What in the world did he bring this time...?

Right after the thought, Jiwoo beamed at Kartein on his way to the living room then onto the rest of the cats.

"Hi, guys! I brought you something!" He called and wave the treats he just bought on their way home.

"Oh, right. I'll save these for later. I'll feed you your meals, instead." Jiwoo added, putting his school bag down the single seater-sofa.

Wait, no.. What flavors are those?

The bright kid went to the kitchen. Casein Nitrate wanted to follow Jiwoo but he was interrupted by the constant meowing and rubbing of the house cats. They are now all over him which he couldn't just shoo away. The chunky cat glanced up at Kartein. He must have been calling him by eye contact.

No, I'd rather wait here until the meal is served...

Kartein continued to observe the kids in full chaos. When will they ever learn to be prim and proper when they are in someone's house? Such disrespect.

"Just order it!!! I told you, I don't have anything on me today!" Subin screamed as she smashed the throw pillow on Jisuk's face.

"Heh. Not my problem." Jisuk teasingly replied and kicked her to the edge of the sofa.

"Uhhh, hey, aren't you hungry?" Jiwoo calmly asked pertaining to Kartein. He was holding Kartein's food bowl and for Peanut and also for Oreo.

"I am starving!!! I could totally eat a person right now but I'm fucking allergic to this guy!!!" Subin screamed angrily and continued to punch Jisuk in the face.

"Uhh, heh.. I was talking to Ka-- to cat! To the cat! I mean!" Jiwoo replied in horror. Shoot! That was close! He nearly called Kartein by his name while the healer is in his cat form! Good thing is that Subin and Jisuk was busy with their daily activity- the non-sense argument, so they didn't heard Jiwoo.

In return, Kartein gave him a death glare as he walked down the stairs.

I'm sorry, Mr. Kartein!!!

Jiwoo secretly closed his eyes real hard in shame also for Kartein to realize that he's sorry. He gently put the fancy food bowl near Casein Nitrate's and started eating.

Wooin was still there too, standing and watching the cats, so in order for Jiwoo to not get suspicious, Kartein faced his food bowl and slighly growled which surprised Casein Nitrate and looked at him for a brief moment then continued eating along with the house cats.

"I want jajjangmyeon..." Wooin quietly suggested to end the argument of the two.

The chaotic duo stopped their wrestlemania and heard him.

"Ugh! Again?!" Subin asked in annoyance. Crossing her arms on her chest in defeat. Her cravings for cheesy rose tteokbokki has been put aside. If only she didn't forgot her phone and brought it so she could just order her own food instead.

"I guess that's what we're gonna eat today! I'll prepare the drinks." Jiwoo happily offered and went back to the kitchen.

The house cats were done eating, so as Kartein. They are now doing their after-meal grooming. Casein Nitrate remained faithful to his food. He's dedicated to empty his bowl today. The food was really good this time because it was mackerel flavor.

While Kartein didn't finished his because he's gonna come back for it later. Now, time for after-meal preparation. It's self-grooming time. He decided to jump onto the sofa and started to clean his paws

Kartein was really busy doing his own thing which led Subin to annoy the hell out of him. The girl walked up to him and sat on the floor, near Kartein's spot.

What's her problem this time...?!

Kartein hissed at Subin then continued to groom himself. Not letting his guard down.

"Whoa, chill out, dude. I'm not gonna touch you!" Subin told him. But the look on her face tells you the otherwise.

Few moments later, the girl just couldn't get ahold of herself. Subin gently scooped Kartein with her bare hands. Forming him into a crescent and slowly placed his tiny body onto her lap.

He's not done grooming himself yet and Subin could tell he still smells like fish but that was okay... for her.

Kartein hissed and growled again. Not being too aggressive but he's not moving nor flailing.

"Oh, shhh.. Shhhh.. Shhhh.. Come on, just a little cuddle! You're so small! So tiny! You need a little shower of love so you could grow!" Subin said in a placating tone and started gently scratching kitty Kartein's tiny forehead.

Get your filthy hands off of me, young lady!

He continued to growl really low. Kartein was growling and hissing but wasn't taking any steps away from her. His eyes were dilated and he was just constantly licking his nose as a clear warning.

"Heh. Look at you, doing the airplane ears! Weeeeee~ Heehee. So cute! Aren't you cute? Yes, you are! Don't be mad!" Subin continued while touching and playing the tip of Kartein's ear then goes back at scratching his forehead.

And, finally! Casein Nitrate cleaned up his food bowl. He glanced around the living room and got surprised a little bit for a new sight.

Kartein? Likes to cuddle...? Heh.. That's new...

Casein Nitrate jumped onto the sofa right across Kartein and Subin then started grooming himself regally. He was staring at Kartein... MOCKINGLY! WHILE GROOMING HIMSELF!

Why is he staring at me like that?! I could tell this guy is mocking me! I could totally tell it, Kayden! You bastard!

Casein Nitrate wasn't even finished grooming his right paw when Jisuk suddenly kneeled and offered him three pieces of delicious cat treats. Jisuk's head was low, the treats were perfectly resting on his palms, waiting for Casein Nitrate's acceptance. Jisuk was like a real servant.

Kartein was still on Subin's lap. Unable to groom himself and he don't understand what was stopping him from doing so! He was purring, it was warm but Subin is annoying to be with. Casein Nitrate took one treat and looked again at Kartein.

He is clearly mocking me! How in the world did he teach that kid to act such humbleness in front of him, which is the exact opposite as this girl's doing?! Is that another secret technique?!

"Heh. You look like a stupid fool on that part. Like~ a~ lowly~ servant~." Subin teased Jisuk, who was facing the chunky cat faithfully.

"Shut up. You don't know anything." Jisuk quietly replied and squeezed the treat carefully to Casein Nitrate's mouth. Like, he's gonna beheaded in just one wrong move.

"Looks good on you, though. To look so fucking stupid! HAH!!!" Subin replied followed with a victorious evil laugh. She was so happy that she subconsciously started tapping Kartein's hind legs repeatedly. As if she was just tapping the table in pure entertainment.

That's it, young lady! You're done for!

Kartein growled and bit Subin's hand. It wasn't that deep or bleeding, but it left a shallow bitemark. Kartein hissed and walked out on her. He's fed up with these kids, really. He's really sick of it. He needs to recharge. Now!

"Ow! Oh god, Jiwooo!! Skinny just bit my hand!" Subin cried for help. She wasn't crying but was really astounded.

"Oh no! I- I'm sorry! Come here and wash your hands, I'll go get the first aid kit!" Jiwoo offered.

"HAH! Looks good on you, though. Looking so fucking stupid! HAH! Hahahahaha!!!" Jisuk laughingly mimicked Subin as she walked to the kitchen.

"You are so dead to me later, Yoo Jisuk!!!" Subin replied angrily and started washing her hands.

A/N: Heyaaa!! Another ELECEED fanfic again for your eyes only! This time, with the Jiwoo Protection Squad and the furry bebbys. I really wanted to make this a Kartein-centered story but I just couldn't left the other characters behind so I tried giving them a little appearance in here. SPOILER ALERT! I've seen kitty Kartein being cuddled by Subin in the latest paid chapters, so I wanted to give it a try. This story somewhat sets in right after Kartein learning the cat transformation and before turning into being a lap kitty when the kids were going back to Korean Awakeners Academy (I just couldn't remember the specific chapter though!) Anyway, thank you for reading! <3

#eleceed #eleceed manhwa #eleceed webtoon #fanfiction #eleceed fanfic #kartein #curtin #kayden break #seo jiwoo #lee subin #yoo jisuk

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kireimarkeu · 4 years ago

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For Us; j.jh

+another repost! i just read this and not sure why i even posted it, this was so terribly done lol

summary; jaehyun, you and your first born on a reality tv show

2.8k words lol

this is literally… so so… terrible. you guys shouldn’t read this because i literally put 0 effort in this ;; also this is female reader, i don’t know how to make this gender neutral…

if i see anyone liking this i will get so mad because this is absolutely trash i will delete this in 3 years >:(

+episode 1

The show started with a toddler playing on the bed, obvious that his parents were on each side of him.

Oh? Do we have a new member?

The baby suddenly turns to poke his father’s cheeks. His father grumbles in response, pushing the small hands away from his face lightly.

“Daddy,” the toddler mumbles, “wakey wakey,”

Oh? This baby can speak English?

His father let out a low grumble. His face was blurred from editing.

The toddler pinches his father’s cheeks as he let out a giggle.

“Daddy, you look funny,”

What? He can speak Korean too? I wonder who their parents are.

The toddler then leans down to press kisses all over his father’s face, his father cracks a grin.

“Hello, I am NCT127’s Jaehyun,” Jaehyun bow to the camera with a smile.

“Hello, I am Y/N, wife of Jaehyun and mother of Jung Seungwoo,” you greet.

“How long have the both of you been married for?”

“We’ve been married for almost 4 years,” replies Jaehyun.

“How old is Jung Seungwoo?”

“He’s turning 2 years this year,”

“How many kids do the both of you want?”

You look at Jaehyun, who was already staring at you. The both of you let out a laugh.

“I actually want 2 kids,” you say, “but before we got married, Jaehyun said he wants 5!”

“I was joking!” he exclaims, “but now it’s up to y/n, it’s her body and I’ll respect her,”

Jaehyun’s eyes flutter open, his dimples showing as he grins at his first born. He automatically puckers his lips, waiting for his kiss. Seungwoo didn’t hesitate to press his lips against Jaehyun’s.

“Good morning,” Jaehyun mumbles, shutting his eyes.

His son whines, tugging on his father’s huge hands, “I’m hungry,”

Without hesitation, Jaehyun stood up, carrying the toddler in his arms.

Woah! Their house is so big and clean! As expected from an idol!

Jaehyun places his child on the baby chair, leaning against the counter, facing him, “What do you want to eat, Seungwoo-ya?”

“Strawberries!” Seungwoo says cheerfully, slamming his tiny hands on the table.

His father hums and takes out the box of strawberries. He washes the strawberries thoroughly before cutting it into edible pieces and filling them in a bowl.

“Here you go,”

Jaehyun places the bowl of fruits on the table. His son reached out to take the fruits in his hands but was stopped by his father’s voice.

“Jung Seungwoo,” Jaehyun glares at his child.

“Why were you being mean to him?”

Jaehyun laughs, “was that mean? The both of us have been trying to teach him dining etiquette,”

“He’s almost 2 and still isn’t very good at using utensils, so we have been a little stricter with him,” you explain further.

“Thank you for the food,” Seungwoo says as he clumsily pokes the strawberries with the plastic fork his dad has given him.

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Jaehyun had spent the whole day spending with his child alone. He had cook, played, change diapers for Seungwoo all alone. Because of the show, you had to leave for a day.

After putting Seungwoo to sleep, he stepped out to the living room in the dark. He pulled out his phone, dialling your number that he had memorized.

“Baby,” he whispers when he hears you pick up.

“Jaehyun, how was it?” you ask him.

He lets out a sigh, “exhausting,”

You laugh at his response, “did he behave the whole day?”

He hums, “yeah, we went to the market earlier then to the playground since he wanted to play,” he explains.

You hum in response. You didn’t really know what to say since you know the cameras are still filming your husband.

Jaehyun lets out another sigh.

“You okay?” you ask. You could sense that Jaehyun wasn’t only tired, but he was also down.

Jaehyun finally lets out a choked sob, he tried to quieten his sob, knowing his son is asleep in his room.

Is he crying? Why is he crying?

“Jae? Why are you crying, baby?”

It took him a while to find the right words, “I didn’t know it took this much effort to take care of a child,” he whispers, “I’ve never properly taken care of my own child, I feel like a bad father,”

“Don’t say that,” you frown, “you’re a good father, Jaehyun. Seungwoo loves you.”

“I’m sorry for not helping you earlier,” Jaehyun whispers, his voice breaking, “I’m going to help you more now,”

You smile at his words, “It’s okay, Jaehyun. Don’t think too much about it, okay?”

Jaehyun lets out a shaky sigh, tilting his head up to wipe the stray tears, “okay,”

“Now go to bed, baby. Seungwoo doesn’t like sleeping alone,”

Right when you finished your sentence, Seungwoo started crying in his room. Jaehyun rushes to his son, stroking his hair.

“Daddy is here,” Jaehyun whispers, lulling Seungwoo to sleep.

“You’re a good dad, Jaehyun,” you continue, “go to sleep, okay? I’ll see you in the morning,”

“Okay, I love you,”

“I love you too, Jung”

+episode 3

Seungwoo was in the middle of the both of you, his left hand was wrapped around Jaehyun’s as the other was wrapped around yours. He would occasionally pull himself up, so he felt like he was flying.

“Seungwoo, what do you want to eat today?” you ask him, looking down at the playful boy.

“I want to eat something spicy!” he giggles.

You gasp, “spicy? Will you be able to take it?”

He nods, “I want something super spicy!”

“If that’s what you want,” shrugs Jaehyun, “we’ll get you the spiciest food,”

Oh? Are they being serious? Are they going to feed Seungwoo really spicy food?

The scene changed to Seungwoo sitting with a small portion of Jajjangmyeon in front of him.

“I’ll eat this well!” cheers Seungwoo as he picks up his chopsticks to eat.

The emcees laugh at the scene.

“can he actually take spicy food?”

“Nope!” you reply, “he’s tried cup noodles but complained but it was too spicy,”

“He thinks Jajjangmyeon is spicy.”

+episode 7

“Seungwoo,” calls Jaehyun, walking out of his room, “go get ready,”

To everyone’s astonishment, Seungwoo continues playing with his toys, ignoring his father’s words.

“Seungwoo,” Jaehyun repeats. When his son continues ignoring him, he lets out a tired sigh, walking to you.

Oh, what’s wrong with Seungwoo?

You suddenly came out of your room, walking over to your son, “Seungwoo, go get ready, we’ll be leaving soon.”

Seungwoo stops playing with his toys, looking up at you, “okay.”

Is he mad at his dad?

15 minutes ago…

“Daddy I want to eat chocolate,” whines Seungwoo, tugging on his father’s leg.

His father shakes his head, “you’ve eaten enough, no more chocolates, Seungwoo.”

Seungwoo let out another string of whines, pulling his father’s pants, “but mommy says I can eat some!”

“No,” Jaehyun says sternly, “you’ve eaten enough, Seungwoo.

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Seungwoo was on your left, his hand holding onto yours. On your right was your husband, who was also holding your hand.

Your son has been throwing tantrums at his father ever since at home because Jaehyun wouldn’t let him eat chocolates.

Seungwoo notices how Jaehyun was holding on your hand. Letting go of your fingers, he walks over and pulls your hand from your husband’s and holds your now free hand.

He’s so cute!

You let out a soft laugh, looking over at Jaehyun who was shocked by Seungwoo actions. His son turns around to stick his tongue out at his father.

Your husband walks on the other side of you, secretly reaching out for your empty hand.

“Seungwoo, do you like mommy more or daddy more?”

“Mommy!” the toddler replies without hesitation, showing his grin.

“Why do you like mommy more?”

Seungwoo looks around, making sure his parents wasn’t in sight, “because mommy lets me eat chocolate!”

“Mommy, carry me,” Seungwoo whines when he saw his father standing next to you. He lifted his limbs, waiting for you to carry him.

“You’re a big boy, Seungwoo, you don’t need mommy to carry you,” replies Jaehyun.

You hit his arm, letting out a laugh. You carried your son, placing him on your hips as the two of you walk happily.

“Mommy you love me more, right?” Seungwoo asks, his hands on your cheeks.

“Hm? I love both you and daddy the same,” you answer.

He shakes his head, “No, daddy is a meanie, you love me more right?”

Jaehyun scoffs at Seungwoo, “mommy loves me more,”

You chuckle, “I love the both of you the same, stop arguing.”

Seungwoo suddenly pulls your face closer to his face as he pecked your lips, quickly pulling away.

“Do you love me more, now?”

“I can do that too,”

Before you could even reply, Jaehyun used his pointer finger so you were facing him. Your husband left a sweet yet longing kiss on your lips, pulling away with a cheeky grin as your son let out a grumble.

+episode 11

“Can we invite Naeun over?” Seungwoo asks, tugging on your hand.

You hum. Naeun was one of Seungwoo best friends, and one of your husband’s close friends too. They practically grew up together.

“Babe,” you turn to your husband who was watching the news, “is Taeyong free? Seungwoo wants to see Naeun.”

“I’ll text him,” your husband replies, fishing out his phone to text his friend.

Seungwoo crawls into his father’s lap, watching his dad type a message to Taeyong. When he saw his father finish typing, he looks at Jaehyun with a cheeky smile.

“Can I play games on your phone?”

Before Jaehyun can even reply, Seungwoo already snatched his phone from his grip, crawling out of his father’s lap to play games on the phone.

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About an hour later, you hear the doorbell ring. Seungwoo quickly ran to the door, waiting for his parents to open the door.

“Naeun-ie!” cheers Seungwoo as he hugs his friend, pulling the little girl in his room, playing around.

“Hi Hyung, sorry I had to call you so last minute,” Jaehyun apologizes, hugging his friend.

After most of the members getting married, most of them have decided to focus on their private life.

“It’s okay, Naeun was missing Seungwoo, anyway,” replies Taeyong. He suddenly hands you a bag of fruits, “I remember you telling me that Seungwoo really loves strawberries, so I bought some on the way,”

That is so nice of Taeyong!

“You didn’t have to! Thank you, Taeyong,”

You place the bags of strawberries on the counter.

“Where’s your wife?” asks Jaehyun, noticing that his friend came alone.

“She’s busy with work, she couldn’t follow me,” explains Taeyong.

+Episode 18

The scene started with Seungwoo attempting to crack an egg, putting it in the bowl. Luckily, the attempt was successful, although there were some eggshells in it but Jaehyun managed to take those out.

“What were you guys doing?”

“It’s Mother’s Day today and we decided to surprise y/n,” says Jaehyun with a smile. “I told y/n to go out with her friends today so I can prepare the surprise.”

Jaehyun planned to bake a cake for you. He originally wanted to make a romantic dinner for you, but you had told him you would be getting dinner with your friends, so he decided against that.

Seungwoo climbs down from the chair to go to a camera, whispering, “Daddy is a really good cook!”

“Daddy,” Seungwoo calls out, his father hums without turning around, “can I give the uncles yoghurt drinks?”

“Go ahead, Seungwoo,”

The uncles might’ve been there for a long time, that’s why he’s offering them drinks. He’s such a sweet boy!

It took the boys a total of 3 hours to finish preparing the cake.

Jaehyun heave a sigh, wiping the sweat on his upper lips with his sleeves. Jaehyun had frosting on his cheeks and forehead.

“Daddy, you have frosting on your face,” Seungwoo giggles, pointing at his father.

Jaehyun cracked a smile, even though he didn’t bother wiping the excess frosting. “How is it, Seungwoo?”

Seungwoo turns to face the cake.

The cake is huge! It had 3 layers and it was covered in white and baby pink frosting (your favourite colour). He had also bought some edible flowers, sticking them on the sides of the cake.

Jaehyun put so much effort and thought into this!

“We have 2 more hours until mommy comes home,” says Jaehyun, looking at the clock, “we’ll take a shower then will you help me with the flowers, Seungwoo?”

His son nods excitedly, “yes!”

After the both of them have taken a shower, Jaehyun brings out 5 packets of flower petals.

Jaehyun bends down to face Seungwoo. His son reaches out for the bag of flowers, but Jaehyun snatches it before he could grab it.

“We are going to put the flowers and lead them all the way to the living room, okay? Can you do that?”

Seungwoo nods and Jaehyun passes him one bag of flower petals. The both of them start arranging the flower petals, making sure it was perfect. When they reach the living room, Jaehyun had arrange the flower petals to make a heart in the middle.

“When mommy comes, you’ll stand in the middle of the heart, okay?” Jaehyun instructs.

Jaehyun receives a text from you saying you were on the way home. Panic fills Jaehyun, reaching out for Seungwoo, carrying him to the middle of the heart. He hands Seungwoo a bouquet of flower.

“When mommy comes in, just stay still until mommy comes to you okay?” Jaehyun says quickly, adjusting his son’s hair.

“Daddy you’re sweating,” mumbles Seungwoo.

“I know! I’m nervous!” his father lets out a nervous sigh. Jaehyun stands up, “I’m going to hide in the room, so wait until Mommy comes over, okay?”

“Okay!”

“And make sure you scream ‘happy mother’s day’ to mommy later!” reminds Jaehyun.

15 minutes later, Seungwoo hears the door unlock and stands up, waiting for his mother to walk in.

When you saw the flower petals on the floor you were confused.

“What is this?” you mumble, loud enough for the camera to capture. You walk further in, following the petals. You gasp when you saw Seungwoo standing in the middle of a flower petal heart.

“Seungwoo-ah, what is this? Where’s daddy?” you ask, going over to your son.

“Happy mother’s day!” yells Seungwoo, running over to you. You immediately carry him In your arms, pressing kisses on his face.

You feel arms snake around your waist. You turn around slightly to see Jaehyun smiling next to you.

“Did you do all this?” you ask him.

“Who else?” he murmurs.

“I helped too!” Seungwoo interrupts, raising both his arms.

“You did a great job, baby,” you coo, pressing more kisses on your son’s face.

Jaehyun pouts at your words, unhappy that you didn’t give him a kiss. You put Seungwoo down, who immediately pulls you to the kitchen to show you the cake.

“You made this too?!” you gasp, “this is crazy, Jaehyun!”

“And yet you haven’t given me a kiss,” your husband sulk from behind.

You laugh, turning around and placing your hands on his cheeks, pulling him closer to you. You lean in to capture his lips in a sweet kiss.

Aww!!!

“Ewww,” Seungwoo groans, letting go of your hand.

You giggle at your son’s reaction, pulling away from Jaehyun.

The 3 of you sat on the floor of the living room while Seungwoo plays with his toys.

“Did you purposely kick me out of the house to do this?” you ask your husband, turning to face him with a smirk.

Jaehyun had one arm wrapped around your shoulder while the both of you lean against the couch.

Your husband groans, tilting his head back, “you can’t say it that way!”

You chuckle, resting your head on his shoulder, “I loved it, how long did it take you?”

“5 hours,”

“Really?” you pull away to stare at your husband, “you deserve a kiss then,”

Your husband immediately perks up at the idea and puckers his lips, waiting for yours. You lean in to press another sweet kiss on his pretty pink lips.

The both of you were interrupted with Seungwoo placing his fingers in between your lips.

He really hates it when his father kisses his mother!

“Should we play a game?” Jaehyun asks.

“What game?” you nod at him.

“We let Seungwoo pick who he likes more,”

You scoff at your husbands words, “why? Do you think he would run to you?”

“Of course!”

Seungwoo was standing a few metres away from his parents.

“Seungwoo, you have to run whoever is your favourite, okay?”

The toddler nods.

I wonder who he would go to, since he had spent the whole day with his dad.

As expected by you, Seungwoo came crashing on your arms. You laugh in victory.

After spending the whole day with your dad do you like daddy more or mommy more?

Seungwoo leans closer, whispering, “I like daddy and mommy the same,”

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