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boyfriend texts with wayv?
RANDOM BF WAYV TEXTS !
bf!wayv x reader, bit suggestive on winwin's part â fluff, comfort, crack. taglist form.
a/n : i love making these so much i'm sobbing
taglist : @soul-is-a-strange-kid @haechansbbg @bluethemoments @bath1lda @k-labels
â taetr4ck, est may 2023. / requests open
#ášł ⊠% : from the monochrome film đïž#k-labels#wayv texts#wayv reactions#wayv#nct wayv#wayv fluff#wayv crack#wayv comfort#kun texts#winwin texts#ten lee texts#hendery texts#yangyang texts#xiaojun texts#kun fluff#winwin fluff#yangyang fluff#hendery fluff#ten lee fluff#xiaojun fluff#nct reactions#nct scenarios#nct texts#nct#wayv x reader#nct x reader#kun x reader#ten lee x reader#yangyang x reader
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thinking about wayv being the short kings unit... (winwin being the exception but hes so baby that u forget that sometimes đ€) so i was thinking if i could request a scenarios/drabbles thing for wayv?? đđ where the reader can't reach something so they get it for them!! ? thank you! đđâ€
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#scenarios#nct social media au#nct#nct texts#wayv scenarios#wayv#wayv texts#wayv xiaojun#wayv hendery#wayv yangyang#wayv kun#wayv winwin#wayv ten#nct wayv#wayv x reader#wayv kun texts#kun texts#wayv ten texts#ten texts#wayv winwin texts#winwin texts#wayv xiaojun texts#xiaojun texts#wayv hendery texts#hendery texts#wayv yangyang texts#yangyang texts
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wayv texts :3:3:3 but itâs just texts about our pets !!!!
wayv texts âËđŸË°
â reactions to u wanting a pet/their pet
content: fluff, afab reader for xiaojun, gn for rest, not proofread
REQS OPEN
a/n: not sure how i feel about this..but we need more wayv on tumblr!! i hope i got ur ask right :)
REQS OPEN
#wayv texts#wayv reactions#wayv#nct wayv#wayv fluff#wayv crack#wayv comfort#kun texts#winwin texts#ten lee texts#hendery texts#yangyang texts#xiaojun texts#kun fluff#winwin fluff#yangyang fluff#hendery fluff#ten lee fluff#xiaojun fluff#nct reactions#nct scenarios#nct texts#nct#wayv x reader#nct x reader#kun x reader#ten lee x reader#yangyang x reader#nct fanfic#nct fluff
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kun texts plsđđ
sure !!
random kun bf texts !
pairing: bf!kun x gn!reader
genre: fluff/comedy
warnings: none (ten is mentioned)
#nct#nct fluff#nct headcanons#nct imagines#wayv imagines#wayv scenarios#wayv texts#wayv x reader#wayv fake chats#wayv fanfic#wayv fluff#wayv fake texts#wayv reactions#wayv kun#kun texts#kun imagines#kun scenarios#kun fluff
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Misfits water gun fight! Who will emerge victorious? Only one way to find out
I did this piece for one of the @mairumadevizine prints! It was also done long before the beach chapters in the manga and I really just... balled with their designs
#mairimashita! iruma kun#mairuma#m!ik#mairuma devizine#illustration#fanart#purson soi#asmodeus alice#suzuki iruma#valac clara#gaap goemon#agares picero#allocer schneider#sabnock sabro#shax lied#caim kamui#ix elizabetta#crocell kerori#andro m jazz#id in alt#yuno art#tbh I had quite a lot of fun designing the water guns for this piece hehe#I completely forgot that Iruma should have another shirt under the jacket so uuh fanservice I guess <- disappointed in myself fr#also the alt text is slightly a nightmare I didn't know what to write so I'm gonna give some thoughts about what's going on :')#if I had a nickel for everytime I drew the misfits together as a whole I'd have 3 nickels. They are a hivemind.#the 13 goobers
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#tbhk#akane aoi#toilet bound hanako kun#terukane#teru minamoto#clock keepers#mirai tbhk#yet another shitpost#i also wrestled with krita's text tool while making this#its a nightmare
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â„ă»word count: 25.5k â„ă»genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, single dad kun, single mom reader, there is some angst but not between reader and kun, more-so around them in terms of like life events â„ă»warnings: cursing, kid on kid violence (biting lol) â„ă»extra info: people are called âmommyâ and âdaddyâ in this so if u canât be normal abt that maybe skip this one â„ă»authorâs note: omggg itâs finally here! this one has been a wip for like literally like 1.5 yrs i think? anyway im absolutely in love w single dad kun in this one, and i hope u guys fall in love w him too đ«¶
âMr. Qian, Iâm failing to see how this is any of your concern.â
âBecause youâre treating my kid like heâs a felon.â
âWell yours treated mine like a chew toy so excuse me for exercising some caution,â you finally snapped, tightening your grip around your son and cradling the back of his head.
PART I: moments turn to dreams within my mind
Woobin had always been a kid with big feelings, from big smiles to big tears, and as his mom you encouraged him to feel those big feelings when they came. Your older cousin often warned you that you were raising a âcrybaby,â but you brushed off her attempts at parenting advice. Youâd rather have your Woobin and all his softness than her kid who screamed and threw his monster trucks at the wall at the slightest provocation.
But that didnât make it any easier for you to walk in and see your son bawling by himself in the corner of his classroom when you went to pick him up from preschool that afternoon. You immediately skirted around a couple other kids and parents to kneel down beside him, feeling your heart breaking as you rubbed his back, âBinnie, Binnie, hey, hey, hey. Mommyâs here.â
You caught the three-year-old by the underarms before he could throw his arms around your neck. His face was bright red, eyes puffy from clearly how hard he had been crying, and snot and spit coated his chin.
âWait a second, Binnie, I know,â you kept your voice level and calm despite how frantic you felt. âIs it a scary cry or a boo-boo cry?â
It took him several deep inhales and sniffling exhales before he could sob out, âScary and boo-boo cry, Mommy!â
âOh, baby,â you immediately enfolded him in your arms, cradling him to your chest gently. âWhat hurts, Binnie? Can you show me the boo-boo?â
It was then that one of his teachers finally joined you, an apologetic look on her face, âMs. Y/N, I am so sorry. We would have called, but it happened right before the end of the school day.â
âWhat happened?â
âWoobin had an incident with another friend.â
âAn incident? What sort of incident?â You looked around for another crying kid, expecting that they both had gotten hurt doing something together.
Woobin had just pulled up the left sleeve of his whale patterned longsleeve shirt when his teacher explained to you, âWoobin got bit.â
And there, on your sonâs upper arm was the bright red imprint of teeth marks. In fact, it seemed to have been so recent that you could still see the indents in his skin. You were filled with such a burning, white hot rage that your skin tingled and if you werenât already holding Woobin, you think you wouldâve swung on someone. You liked to consider yourself a level-headed person, in control of your emotions, but it was practically all out the window in that moment.
âHe got bit?â You repeated her phrasing incredulously. âYou mean another kid bit him.â
âI understand that this can be upsettingââ
âHow did this happen?â You demanded, pulling Woobinâs sleeve back down and wrapping your arms around him tighter. âWhat were you doing?â
âMaâam, I think it would be best for all of us to have a discussion about this together.â
âAll of us? Including the biterâs parents? I want to know what you are going to do to make sure my child is safe at your preschool before I even think about bringing him back here, much less have some mediation like heâs at fault as much as the kid who bit him.â
The teacher paused, as if waiting to see if you were done, before speaking again, âMs. Y/N, it is our policy in such incidents to have a meeting between school personnel and the guardians of both involved children, regardless of... injury. In order for Woobin to keep his spot, you two are required to attend this meeting. We understand if you wish to seek out different accommodations for him, however, weâve found that all parties are typically satisfied with the outcome of this process. I highly encourage you try it, and if you still want to pull Woobin from our program after, that is of course your decision as his mother.â
Your chest was heaving as you took deep breaths, clenching your jaw as you stared her down. After a few moments of deliberation and listening to your sonâs continued sobs, you let out a short and bitter sigh, âWhen would this meeting be?â
âAfter school tomorrow. Will you be available then?â
âFine. Yes,â you stood up with your boy still in your arms, shifting him onto your hip. âBut Woobin will not be at school tomorrow.â
âHe will be missed,â she nodded with that same placid smile.
As you stalked out of the classroom, you passed by a father and son speaking to the other teacher.
The next day, you dropped Woobin off at your parentsâ place with a peck on his forehead and profuse âthank youâs to them. You had vented to your mother on the phone the night prior, after putting your son to bed, finally letting loose all the obscenities that you had wanted to in the preschool. Your mom gladly took her grandson for the day before shooing you off to work.
You then had to leave work a little early to pick Woobin up from your parentsâ to take him to the preschool since the meeting was to take place right after the school day ended. For some godforsaken reason that escaped you, they required the kids to be in attendance at the meeting too. As if your three-year-old was really going to be testifying about the entire situation. The most him being there could accomplish was prove that he had a bite mark, which a picture on your phone could also do.
After a âgive âem hellâ from your mom, and an offer to come along from your dad, which you contemplated for a moment, then declined, you started for the school. While your dad coming along would make you feel better, it would also make you feel like you were buying your first car again and were afraid of the salesman trying to scam you for being a woman. This was a meeting about the welfare and treatment of your son, you could do this.
Standing in the lobby with some other parents who were milling around, waiting for the respective classrooms to announce they were ready for pick-up, you found yourself tapping your foot impatiently. The 1-year-olds picked up first, then the 2-year-olds. As those families filtered out, you were left with only a few parents, as this section of the school only went up to 3-year-olds. The 4-year-olds went to a different wing of the building for VPK, and you knew that the other buildings on the rather expansive campus held an elementary, middle, and even high school.
You felt Woobin shift in your arms to get comfortable, and readjusted him to your other hip, âSorry, Binnie, I know youâre tired.â
âDo you two want to sit?â A voice spoke up from behind you.
You turned around and had to look down at a man in a suit sitting on one of the padded benches in the lobby. He was presumably some kind of businessman from the nice upkeep and fit of his suit, even as he had loosened the tie a little bit for being off of work. His handsome, friendly smile wouldâve made your heart skip a beat on any other day, if you werenât on a mission today.
All of the seating had been taken up when you got there, and you didnât even think to look around for open spots as other parents started to leave.
The man shifted to one end, gesturing towards the open spots that could fit probably three adults comfortably. You smiled at him gratefully, âOh, yes, thank you.â
You sat down, keeping your sleepy Woobin on your lap. Being at his grandparentsâ today had thrown off his usual nap schedule, and you rubbed his back soothingly. Rolling up his sleeve which was on the side opposite from the man, you inspected the bite mark. It had blossomed into a rather gnarly bruise overnight, all blue and purple, and it only made anger churn again in your chest. He hadnât given any indication that it still hurt as you fixed his sleeve, thumb tenderly swiping over the area after.
Finally, the three-year-old class was dismissed for pick-up, and the other parents gathered their children. You hung back, waiting for all of them to filter out, before you approached the classroom. You figured the parents of the biter would still be in there, but hadnât expected the man who had offered you a seat to be the one there with another little boy and the teachers.
âWonderful, everyone is here,â Mrs. Chen, the older of the two teachers, announced.
âQian Kun.â The man took it upon himself to do the introductions, bowing to you politely. He then ruffled the hair of the boy standing beside him, just above knee-height, âAnd this is my son Junyi. I am deeply sorry for Junyi biting Woobin, MissâŠ?â
âY/L/N Y/N,â you half-nodded half-bowed back to him as best you could with Woobin in your arms. âAnd before we get into all that, what I really want to know isââ You rounded on the teachers. âHow this could have even happened.â
Ms. Xu, the younger teacher with whom you had spoken yesterday, opened a door on the far side of the classroom, âOf course. Weâll be having the meeting in here.â
With a short sigh at how your question was once again brushed off, you stepped into the interior office space. It looked like it must be where the teachers took their breaks and did any sort of administrative work. A few desks were against the walls, closed laptops and bags set on a couple of them. There was a table set up in the middle, four chairs around it, and a small area with toys off to the side.
âWe have a place over there for the children to play while we discuss,â Ms. Xu smiled, gesturing to the toys youâd spotted when you walked in.
Mr. Qian nodded, gently directing his son towards them, âGo on and play for a bit, Junyi. Daddyâs going to talk right over here, okay?â
Junyi toddled over and plopped himself down on the playmat, picking up a truck and doll, easily entertaining himself. The other three adults looked to you and your son expectantly.
âThank you, but Woobin is going to be staying with me,â you informed them. All the talking had made Woobin stir, but he seemed rather content in your arms anyway, simply looking between all the adults with big, curious eyes.
âMs. Y/L/N, I assure you, I had a talk with Junyi last night and again this morning about not biting our friends. He shouldnât be doing that anymore.â
âAnd I assure you, Mr. Qian, my concerns are not about your parenting,â you told him frankly. âBut Woobin will be remaining with me for the duration of this meeting.â
âMs. Y/L/N, really, Woobin will be fine with Junyââ
âMr. Qian, Iâm failing to see how this is any of your concern.â
âBecause youâre treating my kid like heâs a felon.â
âWell yours treated mine like a chew toy so excuse me for exercising some caution,â you finally snapped, tightening your grip around your son and cradling the back of his head.
Mr. Qianâs jaw dropped, and Mrs. Chen cut in before he could say anything else.
âLetâs all sit down and try to have a more productive discussion.â The words were phrased like a suggestion, but the stern tone she said them in very much let you know that they werenât. âMs. Y/L/N, Woobin can of course be wherever you are most comfortable having him.â
You nodded to her curtly, taking a seat at the table. With Woobin more awake, you turned him in your lap to face the table, and set up a couple toys and small games on the tabletop to keep him occupied. The teachers took a seat beside each other, leaving you and Mr. Qian sitting caddy-corner.
âFirst, I want to know what happened,â you demanded, entirely focused on the two teachers.
Ms. Xu took over the explaining, âThe class had earned free play yesterday after finishing their curriculum work early. After, we were doing our end of the day clean-up activities, which all of the students help with. Junyi and Woobin were assigned to pick up toys this week. It seems there was a disagreement about who was going to be putting away a specific toy, a whale. Woobin was bit.â
You clenched your jaw at that passive phrasing again. âAnd where were you two when this was going on?â
âMrs. Chen was assisting the students who were cleaning the snack tables on the other side of the room. I was the one overseeing the students tidying that side of the room.â
âWhat do you mean when you say disagreement? Iâm trying to understand how it was allowed to escalate into biting.â
Mr. Qian finally spoke up again, âMs. Y/L/N, Junyi has never done anything like this before, I honestly donât know where this came from. Heâs not a mean kid.â
âMr. Qian, that is not what I said nor asked,â you turned to him coolly. âI want to know what exactly she was seeing and how much time she had to intervene.â
Ms. Xu recalled, âThe two of them were getting along fine. Junyi did seem to be getting a little frustrated, and Woobin was beginning to tear up, but there was no contact at that point, and we know how Woobin is.â
She glanced at the boy on your lap with a sympathetic look, and it took everything in you to hold back your revulsion at her. Yes, your son was quicker to cry than others, but that didnât mean that as the adult, she shouldnât investigate what exactly was making him cry.
âI was keeping an eye on the situation to see if they would resolve it on their own,â she tried to reassure you. âIf I had thought that it would escalate like that at all, I promise I would have intervened. The contact was entirely unexpected and very sudden.â
âThe biting.â You clarified flatly.
âWell, yes,â she nodded. âAs soon as I saw it happen, both Mrs. Chen and I went over and separated the two. It was no more than a second or two at most, Ms. Y/N.â
âIt sounds like you two did the best you couldâve,â Mr. Qian told the teachers before turning to you once more. âMs. Y/L/N, again, I am so sorry that Junyi did this, but it sounds like it really did come out of nowhere.â
You pinched the bridge of your nose, inhaling deeply to recenter yourself. Entirely ignoring Mr. Qianâs platitudes, you looked at the teacher, âIt took you just a second or two to separate them?â
âYes,â she confirmed.
âBinnie, may I?â You murmured to your son, reaching for the sleeve of his shirt.
âOkay, Mommy,â he easily let go of his toy for you.
Rolling up the longsleeve of his shirt you turned him a little to show off the deep black, blue, and purple bruise in the perfect shape of a set of little teeth to the other three adults sitting around the table with you. Ms. Xu audibly gasped, Mrs. Chen covered her mouth and looked away, and Mr. Qian had the most visceral reaction, grimacing with his whole upper body as if heâd been slapped.
âI simply find it hard to believe that it was only a mere one or two seconds when my sonâs arm looks like this now,â you stated, making firm eye contact with both teachers. âSo, I will ask again: How long did it take you to separate them?â
Mrs. Chen and Ms. Xu exchanged uncomfortable looks before the older woman took over speaking.
âMs. Y/N, Iâm not sure if youâve had experience with removing a child thatâs bitten onto another and wonât let go, but you canât simply rip them apart without causing further damage to the other childâs skin. Ms. Xu couldnât separate them on her own, she had to wait for me to get there, and as weâve already said, I was on the other side of the classroom. So yes, it did take longer than we would have liked to separate the two.â
âSo it took longer than two seconds, which is what you just told me, twice. You have lied to me twice now about how my child got injured in your classroom.â You rolled Woobinâs sleeve back down, absentmindedly patting his head. Leaning forward as much as you could with him there, you jutted your pointer finger decidedly into the tabletop outside of his toys, âSo now I want to know what you and the school are going to do to ensure my sonâs safety in your classroom.â
The father beside you suddenly jolted into action at your words, âMs. Y/L/N, Junyi wonâtââ
You rounded on him incredulously, doing your best to both be firm while not absolutely losing it on him, âMr. Qian, I have already told you that I am not here to concern myself with how you parent your child. And I think the fact that you take my concern for my own childâs wellbeing as an affront to your relationship with yours says more than I would ever think is appropriate for me to.â
Okay, maybe you lost it on him a little.
With him sufficiently dumbfounded, you were able to focus back on the school staff in front of you, âNow please, can we get back to the topic at hand? I want to know what you two plan on doing about classroom management and observing the children under your care to prevent future incidents like this from happening. And I want it written down in a formal document, with assurances from your superiors about how both that and your staff training on communication with parents will be handled, because it certainly canât include lying to them.â
Ms. Xu looked down at her lap guiltily, while Mrs. Chen simply looked disgruntled. You held the older womanâs gaze steadily, having a distinct feeling that little lie youâd been told was her doing, and the junior teacher was following her own superiorâs lead.
âOf course, Ms. Y/N. I will call the principal right now to aid in drawing up the document youâve requested,â Mrs. Chen acquiesced, standing up and moving over to one of the desks, picking up the landline phone sitting there.
You nodded to her, finally letting your eyes drop down to your kid in your lap. You were unable to fight off the smile that spread across your lips as you looked at your son, picking up one of his hands and bringing it up to your mouth to kiss his little fingers.
âMy turn Mommy!â He squealed, grabbing one of your fingers and giving it a comically loud smooch.
You could feel Mr. Qianâs gobsmacked stare on you still, but ignored him. Youâd done what you came here to do, none of which involved making nice with the biterâs parents. While what youâd said about not wanting to comment on his parenting was true, that didnât mean that you hadnât formed a silent opinion or two about it, especially with how defensive he was. Needless to say, with how heâd attempted to handle this, you didnât really think very highly of Mr. Qian.
After leaving the mediation with your own copy of the formal plan on how the three-year-old classroomâs management and safety procedures were going to be tweakedâwith specific policies about biting and inter-student de-escalationâand a form that you and Mr. Qian had signed attesting that you participated in and were satisfied with the mediation process, you paused in the lobby of the school. You were juggling too many things: the papers, some of Woobinâs toys, Woobin, your purse, all while trying to get your car keys.
âHey, you need some help?â
You turned to Mr. Qian with a strained smile, âNo, thank you, weâre okay.â
Considering the conversation over, you went to set Woobin down on the ground, âHere, Binnie, wait right here next to Mommy.â
âOh, glad to see his legs do work.â The man was apparently still there.
âYes, they do.â You pressed your lips into a flat line, not very amused. âAnd I donât appreciate the passive-aggressive comment on my parenting, Mr. Qian.â
âI didnât meanââ
âYour joke was referencing the fact that the entire time youâve seen Woobin and me this afternoon, Iâve been either carrying him or holding him in my lap, despite the fact that he can stand on his own. Youâve been letting your son walk on his own all afternoon and havenât picked him up once. Thus, implying that Iâm coddling my son and raising him to be dependent on me, while youâre raising yours to be independent.â You tossed Woobinâs toys into your purse, then folded the papers in half to tuck in as well. âTrust me, Iâve dealt with lots of people thinking they can give me unwarranted advice on parenting. Especially men who think Iâm going to give him one too many hugs and heâll develop an Oedipus complex. They also presumably think that my uterus is roaming around my body causing me to become hysterical while Iâm telling them off, too.â
Having finally fished your car keys out from the bottom of your purse, you hoisted Woobin back up into your arms, defiantly making eye contact with the father, âGoodbye, Mr. Qian.â
A couple weeks of uneventfully picking up Woobin from preschool passed by. You saw Mr. Qian in the lobby, or passed by him in the classroom, of course. But you made no moves to talk to or even acknowledge him, nor he you. Ms. Xu seemed genuinely apologetic about what happened, doing everything possible to ingratiate herself to you at every opportunity, chatting you up at pick-up, asking about your day at work, or telling you about how well Woobin did at curriculum or art or such during the day. Mrs. Chen was cordial, and did your requested weekly check-ins on how the implementation of the new procedures were coming along. You sincerely engaged with and thanked her after each update. After all, you wanted your relationship with your sonâs teachers to be productive, not adversarial. As long as they were done lying to you.
Today when you went to pick up Woobin, he was contently sitting in his chair at a table, swinging his feet under him. You squatted down beside him, mussing up his hair a bit, âHey, Binnie. Have a good day?â
âYes,â he nodded, reaching out towards you, and you grabbed his hand. âMissed Mommy.â
âAnd I missed Binnie!â You replied, squeezing his little tummy, delighting in the bright little giggle he let out. âNow come on, bubbles, letâs go home.â
âOh, Ms. Y/N!â Ms. Xu was suddenly at your side before you could stand up.
âAh, hello, Ms. Xu, how are you?â
âIâm very excited, actually. But first, Woobin had a fantastic day at school today. He went down so easy for naptime, and he finished the curriculum so fast that we brought out a 4-year-old worksheet for him just to see, and he did that one too! It was some counting, and he did great!â
You turned to your son with a grin, âDid you have fun doing all that counting, Binnie?â
He nodded enthusiastically.
âAnd are you proud of yourself, bubbles?â
âYes, Mommy. Can I have a high five?â
âYou can have two high fives,â you held out both your palms for him to smack his little hands into.
Turning back to the teacher, you indulged her in the question she very clearly wanted you to ask, âAnd why are you so excited, Ms. Xu?â
She handed you the piece of paper in her hands, âWell, the Fall Festival is coming up. The entire campus pitches in to put it on, and this year the preschool is running the Bake Sale table. Weâre asking parents to volunteer to either bring treats, set up, break down, or do a shift running the table. If youâre able.â
It looked like you were the first parent Ms. Xu had given the sign-up sheet to, all the slots were empty. Eight slots to bring different baked goods, and two slots for each hour-long shift. While you werenât exactly feeling charitable to the schoolâWoobinâs bruise still hadnât fully healedâyou noticed the text at the top of the sign-up sheet advertising that any parent who volunteered would get two free ride tickets. Woobin hadnât gone on his first Ferris Wheel yet, and that was a memory you were looking forward to making with him.
âThe ride ticketsââ You tapped that part of the paper to draw Ms. Xuâs attention to it. âWill there be a Ferris Wheel?â
Her face immediately lit up and she nodded fervently, âYes! And Woobin should be just big enough as long as he sits in your lap.â
Well, you could kill an hour running a Bake Sale table with another random preschoolerâs parent then take Woobin on the Ferris Wheel. You quickly scribbled down your name for the first hour after the set-up shift, then handed the paper back to Ms. Xu.
The day of the Fall Festival was upon you, and you were holding Woobinâs hand as you walked across the expansive campus grounds. The booth where the preschoolâs Bake Sale was set up was near the other food and carnival games towards the front of the grassy clearing, and you could see the Ferris Wheel at the very back. You were about fifteen minutes early, and most vendors were still finishing setting up. Since you were doing the first shift, you wanted to make sure you werenât late, as well as see if there was anything from set up that you could help with if needed.
The Bake Sale booth was easy to find, and you saw two men there carrying in large tubs filled with containers of various baked goods.
âGood morning!â You greeted them brightly. âAre you the set-up crew?â
âJohnny Suh,â the taller of the two gestured to himself, then to his companion, âJeong Jaehyun.â
âNice to meet you two, Iâm Y/L/N Y/N, and this is Woobin. Iâm on the first shift. Your kids are in the three-year-old class as well, right?â
âYes, Sungchan,â Mr. Jeong confirmed with a smile. âI think Iâve seen you around the classroom at drop off and pick up before.â
âAnd Mark is my boy,â Mr. Suh nodded, then looked around the property. âWell, these are the last of it. Now, he should be around here somewhereâŠâ
You followed Mr. Suhâs gaze, and your stomach dropped as you recognized two familiar figures approaching the table from the direction of the school. Qian Kun was holding a metal box in one hand, and his sonâs hand with the other. He set the metal box down on the table.
âSorry, had to get the money box from Mrs. Chen in the classroom,â he explained, then looked to the two men with you. âThank you, Mr. Suh, Mr. Jeong. Ms. Y/L/N and I have got it from here.â
âAlright, weâll see you at the end for break-down, then,â Mr. Suh slapped Mr. Qianâs shoulder in a friendly gesture.
âGoodbye, Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Qian. You too, Woobin and Junyi!â Mr. Jeong gave waves to all four of you before taking off after the other man who was already several long strides away from the table. âHey, Johnny!â
Two pop-up chairs were set up behind the table, and Mr. Qian grabbed a bag that was beside one, unfurling a playmat from the inside and laying it down on the ground beside the table. He poured out a bunch of toys too, then squatted down beside his son.
âAlright, Junyi, I need you to look at me. Daddy needs you to play on this blanket today, okay? If you need to go off the blanket, you have to tell Daddy first. Itâs so we can stay safe. You cannot leave the blanket without telling Daddy. All your favorite toys are there, youâre going to play with them and have fun. Iâve got snacks and stuff, too. But you need to stay on it. Do you understand, Junyi?â
âYes, Daddy.â
âOkay, can you please tell me what youâre going to do then?â
âIâm going to play on the blanket.â
âAnd what if you want to leave?â
âI ask Daddy.â
âWhy?â
Junyiâs face screwed into a pout as he tried to remember. âI forgot, âm sorryâŠâ
âThatâs okay, buddy. Itâs so we can be safe,â Mr. Qian repeated it for him. âNow, why are we going to stay on the blanket?â
âSo we can be safe.â
âGood, buddy,â He ruffled his sonâs hair. âNow go play, Iâll be right here at this table.â
The man stood up straight again, his eyes flicking over you briefly as he began organizing the sweets on the table.
âGood morning, Ms. Y/L/N. Woobin is welcome to play on the mat with Junyi during the shift, if youâre comfortable with that, of course.â
âOh, thank you.â You led Woobin over to the mat as well. âBinnie, Mommy is going to be working for a while at this table. Your job is to stay on the playmat with Junyi, so that you two can stay safe, okay? You cannot leave the playmat without Mommy.â
âOkay, Mommy.â
âSo tell me, what are you going to do?â
âPlay with Junyi.â
âWhere?â
âOn the playmat.â
âCan you show Mommy what all the playmat is?â
He pointed to the edges of the yellow and blue blanket for you.
âAnd are you going to leave it without Mommy?â
âNo.â
âWhy?â
âSo I can be safe.â
You grinned at him, âThank you, bubbles. Go play, baby. Call for Mommy if you need me, okay?â
âOkay.â
After depositing a few more toys that you had brought along for Woobin on the mat, you returned to where Mr. Qian was setting out the food.
âHere,â he held a tray of brownies out to you. âThese will go there, right in front of you.â
âOh, got it.â You set them down exactly where he gestured. âSo, you signed up for set up and the first shift?â
âIâm actually helping to run the Bake Sale, so Iâm setting up, breaking down, and filling in for whichever slots nobody signed up for.â
âWait, did you bake these, too?â
âOnly the ones in containers with the green lids. Other parents contributed too.â
You looked over the baked goods he had indicated. All the ones in the green containers looked the best, you had considered in the back of your mind that one of the richer parents might have just bought them from a bakery and brought them in instead of baking themselves.
Sneaking a glance at the man beside you, you then panicked when you realized that he was already looking at you, expectantly holding out a plate of frosted sugar cookies.
âHere, next to the brownies.â
âRight, on it.â
Mr. Qian cleared his throat, âI am surprised, Ms. Y/L/N⊠that youâre allowing Woobin to play with Junyi.â
âIâve also allowed him back at school for the past month, Mr. Qian.â You pointed out. âAs I said, my issue has never been with Junyi, but with how the school handled the entire situation.â
âHm.â
You let out a short sigh, âThough, I am sorry for some of the things I said at that meeting, they were out of line.â
âSome? May I inquire about which ones?â
âThe chew toy thingâŠâ
âOh, yes.â
âAnd the whole âmy concern over my childâs safety not being an affront to your relationship with yours.â That was seriously⊠awful of me. Just so pretentious,â you breathed out, feeling ashamed as you relived your words. But if you were to ever expect to teach your son humility and owning up to his mistakes, you had to practice it yourself. âI said I wasnât there to comment on your parenting and then I did exactly that in the exact same breath. Iâm sorry, Mr. Qian, and I hope you can believe me when I say that.â
He held your gaze steadily, âI forgive you, Ms. Y/L/N.â
âEverything else I said, though, I stand by,â you reaffirmed pointedly.
âI understand,â he nodded.
You were pretty sure the festival had officially opened, as families had begun filtering in. Some were slowing down as they passed by your table to skim their eyes over your offerings, but none had stopped so far. So you were still just stuck there with Qian Kun and the overwhelming silence that felt like it was damn near suffocating you.
âSo, what do you do for a living?â You finally decided to ask. If you werenât going to be holding a grudge against the guy, you might as well make small talk.
âIâm in sales.â
Okay, small talk was not his forte. This was going to be like pulling teeth.
âWell it seems like they put the Bake Sale table in good hands, then.â
âWhat about you?â At least he understood reciprocity.
âPublishing.â Yeah, you werenât any better than him. You stumbled to add on more information, âUh, Iâm a copy editor.â
âIs that like a proof reader?â
âPretty much, yeah.â
And at that moment, your blessed first customers walked up to your booth, a group of high school students, and you leapt at the opportunity to get out of that awkward conversation.
When your hour shift was finally over, you gleefully picked Woobin and his toys up from the playmat, took your two free ride tickets from Mr. Qian, and waved goodbye to him and the new volunteer parent who had shown up to take over your slot.
âAlright, Binnie, the Fall Festival is our oyster,â you looked it over with shining eyes. âWhat should we do first?â
Two hours later, and you were just finishing up your slightly late lunch. You scrolled through the delightful pictures that youâd taken of you and Woobin on the Ferris Wheel, sending a couple to your parents before tucking your phone away.
âDessert sounds good, donât you think?â You suggested to Woobin, and the Bake Sale popped into your mind. Those desserts that Mr. Qian made had looked really good, and you werenât able to try any when you were working the table this morningâŠ
âPlease, Mommy?â
âYou didnât even need to ask, bubbles, Mommy wants some dessert too,â you admitted, taking his hand in yours. âI think we should go get some of those sweets that Junyiâs dad made. How does that sound? Did you see them earlier?â
There was a short line that you bumped up against at the Bake Sale table, just a couple families ahead of you. When you finally got to the front, your greeting to Mr. Qian stopped in your throat as you took in the empty spot beside him.
âAre you all by yourself, Mr. Qian?â You craned your neck to look around for signs of another parent.
He let out a tired sigh very clearly from deep within, eyes conveying a harrowed, ominous kind of exhaustion, âIt seems as though the parent who signed up for the last four slots has skipped out on me. Been by myself for the past thirty minutes or so. I gave up on him about fifteen minutes ago.â
With a resolute nod, you hoisted your son up onto your hip and slid around to the other side of the table to stand beside Mr. Qian, âBinnie and I will finish the day out with you two then.â
âNo, Ms. Y/L/N, you really donât have to. Iâm sure you have things to do, and I can run a preschool Bake Sale by myself.â
âJunyi! Come play with Woobin over here please!â You called after the little boy that youâd spotted toddling a little too far away from the playmat for comfort.
The man whipped around as his son came waddling back over at the sound of his name, clearly unaware that he had just wandered off. He squatted down to chastise the boy, reminding him to stay on the blanket. Junyi nodded, plopping down with his toys.
âIâm not leaving you out to dry, Kun,â you told the father frankly, sitting Woobin and his toys back down on the playmat too.
He gave you a frazzled smile, âThanks, Y/N.â
Another couple hours passed by of you and Kun jointly running the Bake Sale table. Word had apparently spread since the first hour that youâd done with him in the morning, and the treats were extremely popular. Your line was never empty for more than a minute or two, and often times wrapped past other booths. Now you could see why Kun was so out of it when you had gotten there, he had been doing this by himself, even for just thirty minutes, with Junyi there.
The two of you fell into a symbiotic rhythm of taking orders, payment, handing out food, and keeping an eye on the two boys with you.
In a rare, brief lull between customers, you were caught off-guard when it was also quiet behind you. The telltale giggles, babbling, and nonsense conversation of Woobin and Junyi had faded out. You frowned thoughtfully as you finished rearranging the brownies in front of you, about to turn around to investigate anyway when a heart-wrenching wail pierced the still air. Immediately, you went to jerk around to comfort your crying Woobin, but were stopped in your tracks, so caught off-guard to see that it wasnât your son sobbing. He was standing in front of Junyi, who was sat on the playmat, half-crying and half-screaming his head off.
Kun couldnât get the cash in his hand into the register fast enough, and you rushed over to try to get Woobin to at least back up. Crowding Junyi definitely wasnât going to help.
But you stopped as you realized that Woobin was talking to the other boy.
âJunyi, scary or boo-boo?â Woobin quietly asked him. After he didnât get a reply, he asked again, âScary or boo-boo?â
Junyi managed to blubber out, âScary!â
Kun had finally arrived on the playmat while you watched on with wide, bewildered, and awestruck eyes as Woobin gave Junyi a big hug. The dad looked even more confused than you.
âWhatâs going on?â
You held up a finger for him to wait a moment, then turned to your son, âBinnie, do you know what happened to Junyi? Why is he having a scary cry?â
âJunyi fell down, Mommy,â he answered you dutifully.
âOkay, thank you,â you nodded to him. Looking at Kun, you explained, âSeems like Junyi just fell down. I donât think heâs hurt, it just gave him a scare.â
âDaddy!â Junyi whimpered, and Kun gently extracted him from the other toddlerâs arms to bring him into his own. Cradling his son, Kun murmured soft reassurances to him as the boy clung to his neck.
âUh, thank you, Woobin,â he nodded to your son. âIâve got Junyi from here.â
âYouâre welcome,â Woobin replied, but you could see the moistness gathering in his eyes too. Oh, your big-hearted kid.
Both you and Kun brought your respective kids back to the table with you, sitting in the pop-up chairs with them in your laps. The two of you were quiet until Junyiâs sobs had simmered down into little hiccups, and you could feel that Woobinâs breathing had evened out into a nap.
âOkay, how did you do that?â Kun whispered at you.
âDo what?â You replied just as quietly.
âGet Woobin to do what he just did.â
âBy asking him the exact same question pretty much every single time heâs cried for the past three years,â you answered honestly. âAnd he didnât use to even answer me, much less ask other people that. Thatâs the first time heâs ever done that, actually.â
âHuhâŠâ
Mr. Suh and Mr. Jeong came back an hour and a half later to help break down the table. It had been a pretty successful endeavor, if you did say so yourself, as there were only a handful of treats left, which you and Kun offered to a group of high schoolers who came by after break-down.
With everything packed up except the cash drawer, Kun turned to you with finality, âIâve just got to drop this off with the front office and thatâll be it. Thanks, Y/N. You and Woobin were a big help today.â
âOf course. Sorry about that parent who skipped out on you. Who was it, anyway?â
âA⊠Mr. Nakamoto?â Kun read off the paper. âIâve never heard of him.â
âI think Iâve chatted with him in the lobby a couple times. His sonâs in the two-year-old class if I remember correctly?â You strained your memory, then gave up. âOh, whatever. Maybe he just had an emergency or something.â
âThatâs one way to look at it.â
âAnyway, have a goodnight, Kun, Junyi,â you nodded to the two of them, then squeezed your sonâs hand. âBinnie, weâre leaving, do you want to say something to Junyi and Mr. Qian?â
Your son perked up, giving the two of them a bright smile and big wave, âGoodbye!â
âJunyi?â Kun prompted his son from where he was tucked into the fatherâs chest. âTell Ms. Y/L/N and Woobin goodbye, you wonât see Woobin until Monday.â
âBye, Woobin. Bye⊠Ms. Y/L/N.â Junyi said in between yawns, rubbing at his eyes. Poor guy seemed absolutely tuckered out.
âGoodnight,â Kun gave you one last nod before heading towards the school, and you and Woobin took off towards your car.
Monday morning you released Woobinâs hand to let him scamper into his classroom, giving Ms. Xu a wave of acknowledgement as you signed the morning drop-off sheet by the door. You were about to take off for work when a hand grabbed your elbow, and you hadnât even realized that Ms. Xu had approached you, all too focused on heading to work.
âMs. Y/N!â
âAh, Ms. Xu, good morning,â you greeted her. âIs something the matter?â
âNo, I just wanted to thank you for pitching in with the Bake Sale on Saturday. Mr. Qian informed us that he wouldnât have been able to pull it off without your help.â
You looked around for Kun. You were only able to spot Junyi, however, coloring with Woobin at a table. Seems like heâd already come and gone. Great, now you had a reputation for being a helpful mom.
You shook off both her hand and her praise, âOh, really Mr. Qian is exaggerating. He works in sales, did you know? Honestly didnât need my help.â
âWell, whatever you two did, it was our most successful Bake Saleâwell, any kind of fundraising eventâfor the preschool ever! And, we were wondering if the two of you would consider getting more involved in some parent leadership positions at the school? The preschool PTA have been trying to get a fundraising committee off the ground, and we really think that you two would do a fantastic job spearheadingââ
You must have had some kind of look on your face, as Ms. Xu suddenly stopped dead in the middle of her sentence, entirely switching trains of thought. Keeping her same peppy tone and bright, hopeful smile, she said, âI am so sorry to have thrown so much at you. You must have to be getting to work. Why donât we talk about it later when you come pick Woobin up? All of us, Mr. Qian, too. Goodbye, Ms. Y/N!â
And with that you were ushered out of the door, utterly dumbfounded at what had just happened.
That afternoon, you squared your shoulders and steeled your nerves as you approached the preschool doors. You had to keep your resolution firm: you were absolutely not going to be joining any sort of PTA, fundraising committee, or parent leadership position. The only thing that you were going to be spearheading was cracking open the bottle of wine that was waiting for you at your apartment tonight.
You were a little earlier than you usually were for pick-up, which you had done on purpose, needing to clear the air with a certain Mr. Qian Kun. Immediately homing in on the man, you made a beeline for him. He noticed you, his friendly hand falling as he seemed to notice the set of your brow.
âGood afternoon, Yââ
âQian Kun,â you cut him off sternly. âDo you care to tell me why I was voluntold for a position spearheading a fundraising committee this morning?â
âOh, that. Look, it came as a surprise to me too,â he tried to assuage you.
âWhy the hell did my name even come out of your mouth in such a discussion in the first place?â
âBecause they were praising me on how well the Bake Sale went, and I was making sure you got the credit that you deserved too. Are you upset about that? If so, Iâm sorry? I guess?â
âYou listen to the words coming out of my mouth: I will be a PTA mom over your dead body,â you hissed, scooching in to take the spot on the bench beside him and free up more standing space for the parents coming in.
âOkay, letâs take a step back from the threats, maybe, Y/N,â Kun suggested, holding his hands up in both a defensive and âare you kidding me?â gesture. âWhatâs so awful about being a PTA parent in the first place?â
âFree labor for so little reward, and I donât have the time for that. Do you?â
âWe havenât even heard their proposal; we donât know what theyâd be wanting us to do.â
ââSpearheading a committeeâ sounds like a part-time job at least.â
âAlright, well, didnât Ms. Xu tell you that you and I held the most successful fundraising event the preschoolâs ever had? And that wasnât even with us making a concerted effort, either, that was just some random mid-grade effort Bake Sale. Imagine what we could do if we really go for it.â
âYou work in sales, huh?â You deadpanned after his little pitch was finished. The one-year-old class opened for dismissal, and you leaned in towards him to continue your fervent conversation in a more hushed voice, âAnd canât even realize when youâre the one being sold to! You do know that this campus has a bunch of filthy rich donors, right? Theyâre not hard pressed for cash, they just give the high school priority, then the middle school, primary, and the preschool gets the leftoversâif thereâs even anyâforcing it to have to fundraise for itself.â
âIsnât that all the more reason to do this, then?â Kun pushed back.
âWe could do a hundred Bake Sales and it wouldnât make up the difference between the scraps the preschool gets and the millions that the high school does. No, it would be all the more reason for us to go find our own filthy rich donor who would put a stipulation on their donation for it to be used exclusively for the preschool.â
âOh.â
âYouâve got to think bigger about this, Kun,â you knocked on his forehead with two of your knuckles as best you could in the narrow space between the two of you. âGod. You said you work in sales, what do you even do?â
He rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly, red tinging the tips of his ears, âWould you believe me if I said Iâm a Director of Sales?â
âNo,â you snorted.
âThatâs fair.â
âSo anyway, glad weâre on the same page about saying no to this.â You went to lean away from him and put some pep back into your tone, watching as the two-year-old class was dismissed next.
âWhat? Iââ he looked around, it was only the three-year-old parents left in the lobby now. You sighed, scooting back over to sit shoulder-to-shoulder again for him to be able to continue in a hushed voice, âI thought we were going to find a donor for the preschool.â
âYou want us to go in there, and say yes to leading the preschool PTAâs fundraising committee on the condition that its sole mission is to stage a coup within the financial hierarchy of the campus?â
âOkay well when you say it like thatââ
âIâm in.â You grinned at him. âAs long as you were being serious about the Director of Sales thing.â
âI was,â he fished out a business card from his wallet to hand to you.
Qian Kun, Director of Sales, WeiShen, Inc.
And below that was his email, office phone line, and fax number. You gave it back to him.
âPerfect. Those connections will come in handy.â
The door to the three-year-old classroom swung open just then, and you got to your feet.
âAlright, Mr. Qian, ready to go start the cutest coup the world has ever seen?â You offered your hand to him.
He stood up alongside you, giving your hand a firm shake, âYes, absolutely, Ms. Y/L/N. Theyâll never know what hit them.â
While Mrs. Chen and Ms. Xu were definitely caught off-guard by your idea, after getting over their initial shock, they were surprisingly on-board with it. They requested that you two bring in a more formal proposal to the next preschool PTA meetingâ next Wednesday. That gave you nine days.
âSo how did you know all that, about the donors and distribution structure of the funds?â Kun asked as you walked out into the empty preschool lobby.
âI did my research before picking a preschool for Woobin. Itâs all there on the Internet if you dig deep enough, and are somewhat adept at reading through the legal bullââ You cut yourself off, looking down at the two toddlers with you. Kun pushed the front door open for you, and you quietly thanked him as you led Woobin through it before resuming your train of thought, âItâs obviously not in any of the advertising stuff for prospective parents, but for prospective donors, investors; the corporate materials.â
The four of you stopped in front of the building, where the small parking lot was.
âSo then why did you enroll him here, even knowing about how they treat the preschool with the donations?â
âThe high school is the best in the area, and the easiest way to guarantee admission is to graduate in from their middle school. Easiest way to get into the middle school is to graduate in from the primary school.â
âAnd the easiest way into the primary school is through the preschool,â the dad surmised.
âBingo. Iâm keeping Binnieâs options open,â you squeezed your sonâs hand affectionately. âHe doesnât have to go there, but Iâm making sure he can if he wants.â
Kunâs eyebrows shot up, âWow. Thatâs some really forward thinking.â
You tilted your head curiously, âSo whyâd you choose to send Junyi here?â
âIt was the closest to my place.â
âPractical, thatâs more than fair.â
âSpeaking of, Junyi and I should get going, we have to pick up a couple things from the store for dinner tonight and buddy already looks like heâs not going to last the two block walk there.â He looked down at his son, who was very quiet, glassy eyes fixed on his feet.
You nodded in understanding, âOf course, Binnie and I have a wine night planned.â
âIâm sorry, a what?â
âOh, Binnie gets grape juice and I have red wine in matching cups. He likes to feel included.â
âDoes he get a matching kiddie charcuterie board too?â Kun chuckled to himself as he hoisted Junyi up onto his hip.
âNo, he just takes what he wants off of mine.â
He gave you a blank stare, âI canât tell if youâre pulling my leg or not.â
âLook, he insists on trying whatever I have, and he ends up liking a lot of it,â you shrugged. âHeâs the only 3-year-old I know who asks for tapenade as a snack.â
âYouâre being serious?â He checked again.
âYes,â you laughed. Then, before you knew it, the next words coming out of your mouth were, âYou know, you and Junyi should join Binnie and I for a charcuterie night. Iâll prepare actual kid-friendly stuff, too, for Junyi.â
Kunâs head jerked back just the slightest, and he blinked a couple times before asking, âUh, just you and Woobin?â
âYeah, isâ Would that, uh, be a problem?â The offer had felt perfectly normal and natural for you to make in the moment, but his reaction was making you second guess and stammer. You rushed to tack on, âWe canâ Itâll be for the fundraising committee, you know.â
âRight, right, of course.â His voice was filled with shaky relief.
âOf course,â you echoed, offering a strained smile.
âAs long as thatâs not a problem forâfor you.â
âWhy would it be a problem for me? I invited you.â
âI donâtâ That sounds great, thank you, Y/N.â
Desperately wanting to get out of the plane crash that you had inadvertently taken this conversation into, you readjusted your purse on your shoulder decidedly, âOf course. Uhm, well, we wonât hold you two up from the store anymore, it looks like Junyiâs about to fall asleep on you right now. Weâll see you tomorrow.â
Kun looked down at Junyiâs head that had been resting against his chest, the boyâs eyes beginning to flutter shut, âOh, God, there he goes. Bye, Y/N, Woobin!â
And the man was around the corner before Woobin could even lift his little hand to wave.
âSo whatâs the big deal, Y/N?â
âWell because I feel stupid now, Sooyoung,â you ranted to your friend over the phone that night as you washed up the dishes from dinner. âIt felt like I was maybe finally getting my first like, parent friend, you know? And then he got all weird as soon as I invited him to hang out. I wasnât being weird, was I? It was practically a playdate invite!â
Woobin had been put to bed a few minutes ago, and you were recounting the horrible nosedive that your conversation with Kun had taken, needing to know that you werenât crazy.
âY/NâŠâ Sooyoungâs voice was patient as it came through your speakers. âNow, I can only guess, because I am, as we know, not a parent friend. But⊠is he married?â
 âHuh?â The plate in your hand nearly slipped out of your soapy grip.
âWedding ring, seen one?â
You wracked your brain, trying to remember if youâd ever really looked at Kunâs hands that closely, âUh, not that I can remember?â
âOkay. You ever met the mom?â
âNo, itâs always Kun who picks Junyi up.â
âHas a mom or another parent or partner ever been mentioned at all?â
âSooyoung, the point,â you requested sternly, having a sneaking suspicion as to what it was.
âIâm just saying, maybe he got all weird because he thought you were flirting.â
âOh my God,â you sighed and ran a hand through your hair before realizing that it was still soapy. âGod damn it!â
âY/N?â
You grabbed some paper towels to clean the suds off your head, âYeah, still here, sorry.â
âAnyway⊠is he cute?â
âSooSoo, I donât even think I could flirt on purpose at this point,â you chuckled cynically, going back to your chore. âThat muscleâs long shriveled up. I just need to time skip to being married with two kids, I think.â
Your friend laughed along with you, âFair. But, that doesnât sound like a no. Kinda sounds like avoiding the question, actually.â
âSooyoung.â
âOoh, you gonna send me to my room?â She taunted you, and you could hear her pout through the phone. âPut me in time out?â
âYouâd like that, you little freak,â you snickered, picking up your next dish.
That Saturday afternoon you and Woobin had welcomed Kun and Junyi into your apartment with giddy nerves. Woobin was excited, and you were excited for him. This would be pretty much his first playdate with a kid that he wasnât related to. And you had all the nerves, as this was your first time having a parent friend over, too. Not to mention that Sooyoungâs words were still bouncing around in the back of your head. When Kun held out a bottle of red wine to you with his left hand, you looked extra hard at his fingersâ yep, no ring.
âOh, Kun, you didnât have to,â you took it from him gladly, ushering the two of them further into your home.
âYouâre hosting and making us a charcuterie board. I figured wine was appropriate,â he explained.
âWell, thank you. This is perfect.â
Woobin was right where youâd left him in the living room on his playmat among his toys.
âBinnie,â you said, waiting until he looked up at you before continuing, âMr. Qian and Junyi are here, so weâre going to eat now, remember?â
He nodded, immediately standing up and beginning to shovel toys off to one side of his mat. You helped him slide the mat to the corner of the room.
âUh, weâre just going to eat around the coffee table, if thatâs alright,â you explained, gesturing to the cleared table in the middle of the living room.
âYeah, of course,â Kun nodded.
âGreat, great. Dining table kind of has a partially built LEGO set on it right now,â you chuckled as you set the wine bottle down. âIâm going to grab everything from the kitchen, be back in a second.â
âOh, Iâll help.â
âNo, thatâs okay, Iâve already got a little helper,â you held a hand out expectantly towards your son. Woobin immediately grabbed your hand, looking up at you. You gave Kun a quick smile, âBe back in a sec.â
In the kitchen, you handed Woobin his spill-proof cup, then another for Junyi. You fit two wine glasses by the stems and a corkscrew in one hand, and grabbed the charcuterie board with the other. Gently nudging your toddler ahead of you, the two of you headed back out to the living room, where your guests were waiting.
Kun and Junyi had sat down on one side of the table, and you gently placed the food down in front of them, then one wine glass in front of Kun. You looked to your son, who handed the correct cup to Junyi.
âItâs just water,â you informed the dad. âWe have juice too, if he can have it. I never know about allergies and the like so I didnât want to assume.â
âJuice?â Woobin looked up at you with wide eyes.
âYours is already grape juice, Binnie,â you informed him with a head pat.
Kun rubbed his sonâs back, âWaterâs fine for him, he had a juice box this morning. Thanks.â
You and Woobin sat opposite from the father and son, Woobin immediately clambering into your lap. As you went to uncork the wine, Kun looked over the board in front of you all. You had made sure to prepare some kid-friendly options in one corner in addition to your usual refined spread.
âThis all looks fantastic, Y/N. Thank you, seriously,â Kun smiled, and you swore that was the first time youâd noticed a deep dimple appear on both of his cheeks.
You poured first for him, then yourself, âOf course. Thank you two for coming over, Woobin and I were both excited to host for someone. Right, Binnie?â
âWhat, Mommy?â Woobin looked up at you with a scrunched nose.
ââHost.ââ You repeated the unfamiliar word for him, then clarified your question, âAre you excited to have Junyi and Mr. Qian over?â
âOh! Yes!â He nodded his head so fast you could feel the rest of his little body shake in your lap. âCan I show Junyi my room, Mommy?â
âAfter you two eat some, okay?â
âOkay!â
âDid you hear that, Junyi? After you eat, you and Woobin can play.â Kun gently prodded his son, then looked up at you apologetically when all the child did was yawn. âSorry, he just woke up from a nap before coming over.â
âThatâs okay,â you giggled, cutting off a piece of cheese and pressing it onto a cracker, then making another serving of the same cheese and cracker. You handed one to Woobin, keeping the other for yourself.
Woobin eagerly took a bite of the cheese and cracker youâd given him, washing it down with his grape juice.
Kun offered a bear-shaped cookie out to Junyi, who shook his head. The dad sighed, and pointed at a banana slice, then blueberry, then cheddar cheese slice that youâd cut into small star shapes. They all got head shakes.
âAre you hungry at all, buddy?â
âYes!â
âThen what do you want? Ms. Y/L/N made sure to put out all that food just for you. I donât think you want what Daddy is eating, buddy. Itâs grown-up food.â
You chewed on the inside of your cheek, unsure of if you should speak up. It seemed like they both needed help, but you werenât one to try to interject your own parenting if it wasnât asked for.
Junyi squirmed in his dadâs arms for a moment before mumbling, âBut Woobinâs eating itâŠâ
Meanwhile Woobin had in fact helped himself to a kalamata olive, pre-pitted, happily munching away.
Kun seemed at a loss, rubbing at his brow, and you finally decided to jump in.
âJunyi, you can try some, too,â you told him encouragingly, leaning forward and reaching over the board. âDo you want to try the cheese Woobin was eating or the olive he just had? Or both?â
âCheese, please.â
You cut off a small piece of the gouda, âHere you go.â
He took it in his small hands, âThank you!â
âYouâre welcome.â
You watched in amusement as Junyi ate the cheese, his features lighting up.
âDid you like it?â
âYes! Can I try the olive?â
âHeyâŠâ Kunâs voice held a slight warning as he pinched his sonâs side.
âCan I try the olive please?â
âThank you.â The dad patted the boyâs head before reaching around him for the glass of wine on the table.
You handed him an olive, both you and Kun watching with interest as he popped it into his mouth whole. Junyiâs face immediately screwed up in disgust. Without missing a beat, Kun held up a cupped palm with another short sigh, letting his son spit the food back out. Trying to hold back your giggles, you handed the dad a napkin.
âThanks,â he accepted it, depositing the olive into the paper, and wiping his hand off.
After some more broadening of Junyiâs horizonsâto mixed resultsâthe board was mostly clear, and the kids had declared themselves full.
âCan I show Junyi my room now?â Woobin asked excitedly.
âSure, Binnie. You two can go play,â you nodded, and he immediately scrambled off your lap. You held out a hand for him to use to balance himself as you kept talking, âMr. Qian and I have some work to do, so weâll be in here if you need us, okay?â
âOkay!â Both toddlers said in unison.
âHey, look here,â Kun stopped his son before he could leave the room. The father waited until the boy was looking him in the eye before continuing, âRemember what we talked about before coming over? All week?â
Junyi nodded fervently.
âGood. Go have fun, buddy,â he ruffled his son's hair.
You watched the two of them speedwalk out excitedly, Woobin explaining the house rule of not being allowed to run because itâs not safe as they went.
Then it was just you and Kun. Sooyoungâs words echoed in the back of your mind.
âAlright, let me grab my laptop, then we can get to work,â you declared, getting to your feet.
A few hours later and the two of you had made good progress, only interrupted by the kids a few times here and there, mostly them wanting to show off toys or coloring pages, or Junyi had wandered in at one point seemingly just to make sure Kun was still there.
You had been adding something to your word document of notes when you realized that your house had been eerily quiet for too long. Fingertips hovering over the keys, you exchanged a suspicious look with Kun.
âToo quiet?â He asked knowingly.
âYeahâŠâ You frowned, setting your computer aside to get up.
Both of you treaded through your home until you got to Woobinâs bedroom. The door was open, and you were alarmed for a moment when you didnât see either boy anywhere on the floor playing. Until you recognized two lumps under the covers of his toddler bed, Woobin and Junyi looking like they were going to sleep for the next hundred years or so.
âOh, god, I am so sorry,â Kun shook his head, seeming about to go in there and grab his son.
You were between him and the room, however, and quickly turned the lights off and shut the door. âItâs okay, Kun. They just tuckered themselves out. Thatâs good.â
Latching onto his elbow, you pulled him back towards the living room, catching a glance at the time on the microwave as you went through the kitchen.
âDamn, itâs not even Binnieâs normal bedtime yet,â you chuckled.
You didnât let go of Kun until you had pulled him back down onto the couch, and then held his (second) glass of wine back out to him pointedly. He had a fond smile as he took it from you, and you happily accepted your victory as you picked yours back up too. You left your laptop on the coffee table, shifting to entirely face Kun as you raised your glass to your lips.
Kun took a sip.
You took a sip.
âDo you want to ask me something, Y/N?â Kun scratched the back of his neck.
âMm, sorry,â you apologized with a chuckle. âI zoned out on your face there, didnât I?â
âYeah, a bit,â he laughed.
âI was thinking, though.â
âWhat about?â
âYouâre a Director of SalesâŠâ
âSupposedly.â
âSupposedly,â you repeatedly humorously before moving on with your question. âDo you think weâve got a good chance at getting a donor for the preschool? If our proposal is approved by the PTA on Wednesday, of course.â
You had expected some kind of business musings, or serious answer from Kun, but instead you watched with concern as his brow furrowed, his fingers drummed along his knee, and he suddenly became fidgety, shifting around in his seat. He stayed quiet, once again scratching at the back of his neck, squinting one eye closed, then the other.
âKun?â You said his name hesitantly.
âSorry,â he shot you a familiar, frazzled smile that reminded you of when he was getting overwhelmed at the Bake Sale booth by himself. âI uhm, I donât know.â
âThatâs okay,â you reassured him. âI was just curious, itâs not life or death that you know everything all the time.â
He didnât even seem to hear you as he stood up, setting his wine glass down on the table. The dad began pacing back and forth in front of your couch, his hands laced together behind his neck.
âIâm good at my job.â
You wouldâve sworn he wasnât talking to you, except his wide, stressed eyes snapped up to you after he said that.
âIâm not your boss. You donât need to convince me, Kun,â you said slowly.
âI know, justâ with all this, itâs stuff that I should be good at, itâs right up my alley. But itâs for Junyi, and I want to be the best dad I can be for him that I just end up jumping into doing things without actually thinking about them first because other people are telling me thatâs what I need to do to be a good dad. I know how to be a good Director of Sales. I donât know how to be a good dad.â
âYou donât need to know everything,â you reiterated strongly, hoping he actually listened this time. âI donât know all the secrets for being a good mom. I just know how to be Woobinâs mom. You donât need to know all the secrets to being the best dad ever. The only thing you need to worry about is being Junyiâs dad. Does that seem a bit more manageable?â
Kunâs pacing slowed to a stop in front of you, âWell, I guess.â
âSo, the next time somebody is trying to sell you on some âDad Thing,â stop, breathe, and think: Is this what I, Qian Kun, as Junyiâs dad, need to do, to be?â
âOkayâŠâ he looked at you skeptically, closing his eyes for a moment. You watched as his shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath.
ââŠAre you doing it right now?â
âWell how else am I supposed to decide if this is a good thing to do or not?â
You let out a hearty laugh, âNo, thatâs perfect, Kun, go ahead.â
He closed his eyes again, and you watched with fond amusement as his eyebrows quirked up and down with his thoughts. You took another sip of your wine before he had finished, and he opened his eyes once more, giving you a firm nod, âOkay, yes, I think thatâs a thing that Junyi would need me to do.â
âGreat,â you smiled at him, tilting your wine glass out to him.
He picked his back up and clinked it to yours in a little cheers. You tipped the remainder of your drink back in one go.
âOh, that was good,â you declared. âThanks, Kun.â
âOf course, Y/N. Thank you for inviting us.â
âLike I said, Binnie and I were both really excited to host,â you took your empty glass into the kitchen to start cleaning up. âI donât know if this is bad, but he hasnât really had a lot of play dates that werenât like his cousins or something.â
âJunyi neither,â Kun admitted.
âItâs hard, isnât it?â You asked, starting to stack the plates. âKid, and work, and family, and friends, and everything else. And then youâre supposed to be in charge of your kidâs social life too?â
Youâd turned your back on him to bring the plates into the kitchen, expecting to hear his response to your question, but you were just met with silence. After depositing the dishes in the kitchen, you walked back out to the living room, alarmed to see that Kun had taken to pacing again.
Keeping a calm demeanor yourself, you kept going about your task, grabbing the charcuterie board, the last thing that needed to be tidied up. You had just started back towards the kitchen when Kun broke his silence.
âJunyiâs mother left us.â
You were so glad you had your back to Kun so he couldnât see your rueful wince. Oh, you were so going to regret this.
Relaxing your features into a more sympathetic frown, you turned around to face him, âIâm very sorry to hear that, Kun.â
This was going to be a lot, you could sense it, so you set the charcuterie board back down on your breakfast bar.
âSo just know that however hard it is for you and Woobinâs dad, itâs like ten times harder for me, and thatâs why Iâm alwaysââ
You had stopped listening to him, however, your brain turning to white noise after the phrase âWoobinâs dad.â
âWait, do you think Iâm married?â You blurted out over him.
âWell, no, I can see that you donât have a ring,â Kun gestured down to your hands. âBut a boyfriend or another significant other. Iâm doing this solo andââ
âIâm a single parent too!â
âWhat?â He seemed dumbfounded.
You couldnât tell if you wanted to laugh or cry more at how ridiculous this was.
âWoobinâs dad was a one-night stand! I canât remember the guyâs name, or what he looks like. Couldnât find him if I wanted to. I donât have a partner now, either. What on Earth made you think I was anything other than a single mom? Youâre in my home!â You gestured around wildly to where there were multiple pictures of your family, of you and Woobin, but none of you, Woobin, and any man that could reasonably be considered his father.
âWell youâre justâ youâve gotâ at the meetingâ youâre so put together,â Kun stammered out, his voice getting smaller and smaller. He ran a hand through his hair, âYouâre not falling apart at the seams like I am.â
âKun.â You grabbed him by the shoulders, stopping his frenzied pacing. âLook me in the eye.â
It wasnât really like he had a choice, you were now holding his face just a couple inches from yours, but he still followed your command.
âGood,â you praised him, keeping your voice soothing. âI want you to take three deep breaths with me.â
He followed along as you inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, and finally exhaled again together.
âAlright, thank you,â your voice was still sweet and calm as you ran your hands back down to his shoulders. âNow⊠why the fuck do you think I am more put together than you, Qian Kun?â
âEverything,â he breathed out, hanging his head.
âGod, Kun,â you sighed, seizing him by the wrist. âCome on.â
You led him into your dining room, where there was in fact a half-built LEGO set on your dining room table. But that wasnât your goal. On the bookshelf in there, you grabbed a specific picture frame, and took it and Kun back to the living room.
Sitting down side-by-side with Kun on the couch, you held the picture out in front of the two of you. It was of you and Woobin just over three years ago now, the first night you came home from the hospital. Your mother had taken it. He was swaddled in his baby blue blanket, all chubby cheeks, and you looked dead tired, but an excited sparkle was still in your eyes as you grinned down at your son.
âLook, Kun. I used to feel like that too. All the time. Almost every day when I was pregnant,â you relayed to him.
âBut not anymore?â He questioned hesitantly.
âSometimes. But not like before. Because I realized that Iâm not doing this by myself.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI may be a single mom, but Iâm not alone, I have Binnie. And isnât that the whole point? To be there for them? To make sure they know theyâre not doing it alone either?â
Kun was quiet, his eyes still focused on the picture.
You continued, âIâm lucky enough to have my parents as a good support system, and some friends I can call up in case of emergency too. But I remember when I found out I was going to have Woobin, and I decided to keep him, I was scared of doing it by myself. Terrified, might be a better word.â
âWhen I came home from the hospital with him, my mom stayed with us for the first couple weeks.â You tapped the frame. âAnd the first night after she left, when it really was just the two of us, I was expecting this overwhelming sense of loneliness, and instead I just felt⊠full. I know I had all those birthing hormones in me, oxytocin and whatnot, but I looked down at him and I realized I wasnât alone, and I wasnât ever going to be in all this because I have Binnie.â
âIâve never thought about it like that,â Kun finally spoke again.
Thinking about your cousinâs approach to parenting, you guessed, âYouâve always thought about him as the adversary?â
âNot exactly. Junyiâs more like a tiny roommate that I have to dress and feed and keep from accidentally dying.â
âIâd love to see pizza and beer night at your place.â You joked, laughing when you managed to get a small smile out of Kun again. âDoes Junyi get his in a sippy?â
âYou jest, but I have poured myself two fingers of whiskey into a Winnie the Pooh sippy cup before because it was the only clean drinking vessel we had.â He rubbed at his temples, then clarified, âWith the lid off.â
âDesperate times call for desperate measures.â You patted his back, reaching across him to set the frame down on the side table by another one that was displayed there.
âThanks, Y/N.â Kunâs eyes followed you as you sat back down, suddenly much closer than you remembered being before. Or were you just more aware of your proximity?
He patted your knee. âSeriously, that made me feel a lot better.â
âOfââ You cleared your throat to get rid of the squeak that was now in your voice. âOf course.â
Your skin tingled. Holy shit, youâd only had two glasses of wine spread across several hours, there was no way you should even be remotely buzzed. Kun was still looking at you. Were his eyes always this dark, this inviting?
God, he really was handsome. Youâd always known that, thought that, since the moment you saw him in the lobby of the preschool. But something about now, having him in your home, so close, alone, you felt like you couldnât take your eyes off of him. He wet his lips seemingly instinctually, and for a moment your brain short-circuited.
âDaddy?â A small voice made both you and Kun jump in your seats. You bit your tongue in surprise, hissing in pain as you and the dad simultaneously scooted away from each other. Junyi was standing at the threshold of the living room, rubbing one of his eyes sleepily.
âHey, buddy.â Kun waved his son over with a smile. âIs everything okay?â
Junyi walked over, stopping in front of his dad, a small pout on his face. âI woke up and didnât see you...â
âOh, buddy,â Kun rubbed the toddlerâs back. âSounds like itâs about time for us to go home, huh?â
You smiled at the both of them, hoping they couldnât see how frazzled you felt through it. âOf course, itâs late. I think weâre uh, weâre all tired. Junyi, is Woobin awake?â
The boy shook his head no.
âOkay, thank you.â You stood up, grabbing the wine glasses as Kun picked his son up.
You sent them off with a quick goodbye at your front door, and let out a deep sigh of relief once youâd closed it behind them. There werenât many dishes to take care of in the kitchen, but you still took your time scrubbing at them, then tiptoed down the hall to check in on your son. He was in fact sound asleep, and you quietly went to retire in your own room for the night.
Except once you were in your own bed, sleep didnât find you easy. You still saw Kun whether your eyes were open or closed, and you could feel the ghost of his warm hand on your skin. You rolled over into the center of the empty expanse of your bed, burying your face in your pillow, and let out a groan. You so needed to get laid. Thatâs all this was, you had set aside your own needs for your familyâs and as soon as you saw one attractive guy, you couldnât function. There were more important things to focus on with Kun, like the fundraising.
And so you went to sleep with thoughts of spreadsheets, Kunâs dark eyes, numbers, Kunâs warm hands on you, fundraising pitches, and Qian Kun running through your mind.
The fundraising pitch was a hit. Yours and Kunâs PTA committee was approved at the very same meeting, and you two were made co-directors effective immediately.
Afterwards, you, Kun, Woobin, and Junyi all walked out together, and while Kun seemed to be basking in the exhilaration of success, you were shell-shocked with a harrowing realization.
âY/N?â Kun gently touched your arm, voice tinged with concern.
You looked up at him, horrified. âIâm a PTA mom now, arenât I?â
He seemed to be holding back his laughter as he patted your shoulder. âI think you are. My condolences. Please donât kill me.â
âUnfortunately, I donât think I can dispose of my co-director so easily now.â
He was grinning at you. âAh, didnât realize that title came with such high protections.â
You rolled your eyes, but found your mood lifting anyway. âYeah, yeah. Anyway, you mentioned that you had something exciting, but only if we got approval?â
âRight!â Kun let go of Junyiâs hand to reach into the interior pocket of his suit jacket. He retrieved a crisp cream envelope, about the size of his hand. His name was embossed on the front of it in gold lettering.
You looked at him with an eyebrow raised. âYou got a wedding invite?â
âClose.â He opened the envelope, holding out the contents to you. You set Woobin down, murmuring a quiet request for him to stay by you all so you could take the card in both your hands. The front of the card had an unfamiliar crest on it, and you opened it to read the inside.
âThe United Publishing Society is honored to invite Mr. Qian Kun and a guest to their 89th Annual Benefactor Galaâ
And below that was the date, time, location, and dress code. Black tie formal.
âA fancy networking event?â You questioned, handing it back to him.
âNo,â he shook his head very seriously. âThese are all the old industry bigwigs who want to get together without all that schmoozy networking and ladder-climbing stuff going on. You and I are probably going to be the youngest ones there by a couple decades.â
âWait you and me?â
âYep. âMr. Qian Kun and a guest.ââ He recited off the invite. âYouâre my guest.â
âUhm...â
âI happen to know that one of the guys attending is also on the board of a non-profit that donates exclusively to childrenâs causes. Building pediatric cancer centers, juvenile intervention centers, the whole nine. I think heâll be our best bet for a donor.â
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. âBut you just said they want to get together without networking and all that kind of stuff. Why would we be any different?â
âItâs a charity gala, theyâre already there to write checks anyway. Weâre not going to be asking him for a job.â
Itâs not you were exactly overflowing with any options. âWhen was that again?â
âWhat do we think?â You did a spin for your small audience of Woobin and Sooyoung. âGood enough for black tie formal?â
Tonight was the night of the gala Kun was taking you along to, and you sort of felt like you were going to throw up. And pass out. In that order. First of all, you had never been to a gala, you couldnât remember if you had ever gone to something with a black tie formal dress code (you literally had to go out and buy this outfit), not to mention that you felt awful for having to ask your friend to babysit. But unfortunately your parents were out of town and all of your normal babysitters were busy. Sooyoung had already let you (jokingly) know that this was under duress, and that you owed herâdespite turning down the money you offered her.
Sooyoung wolf-whistled at you, and you gave her a pointed look. Not the example you wanted to set for your son. Woobin looked up from his toys at the sound, and clapped for you.
âYou look great, Y/N!â Your friend reassured you, and you were thankful that she reigned her mouth in around your kid. Typically, you wouldâve gotten a much more explicit compliment from her. âShould be good for black tie. I mean, itâs not like you have any other option, right?â
âRight...â You groaned, turning back towards your room. âHold on, let me put the shoes on so you can see those.â
You were sitting on your bed pulling your shoes on when you heard your doorbell ring. Your stomach dropped as you looked over at the time on your bedside clock. Shit, Kun was early. You shouldâve anticipated that from the last time he was here.
âSoo! Can you get the door? Iâm still putting my shoes on!â You yelled out through the apartment.
âYep!â She called back.
You could vaguely hear the muffled voices of Sooyoung and Kunâand even Woobin at one pointâbut you were too focused on tugging your goddamn shoes on to care much about what they were saying. Just as you were finally standing up and straightening out your outfit, Sooyoung speedwalked into your bedroom, Woobin in her arms.
She had a smile filled with devilish delight on her face as she leaned in to whisper conspiratorially to you, âThat is Kun?â
âHuh? Yeah? Unless you let some strange man into my home that I donât know,â you replied, bewildered. âShould I have asked you to ID him?â
âI take back everything I said, you stay out as long as you want tonight. All night even,â she suggested, gesturing wildly with one hand as the other kept your toddler propped up on her hip. She pinched his cheek fondly. âBinBin and I can have a sleepover, right, buddy?â
Your sonâs face lit up with delight at the prospect. âSleepover?!â
Well aware of what your friend was implying, you did your best to regulate your outer emotions and intonation as you addressed your kid. You kept your tone kind but firm, âNo, Binnie, Iâm sorry.â Focusing your gaze on your friend, you added pointedly, âNobodyâs having a sleepover tonight.â
âY/N, come on. Youâve never denied yourself the finer things in life since becoming a mom. Why are you insisting on starting now?â Sooyoung sighed.
âIf youâll excuse me, I have a gala to attend. For the fundraising committee Iâm on.â
Walking through your apartment, you grabbed your purse from your dining room and finally found Kun in the foyer just a few steps from the front door. He was looking at a photo you had up on the wall, his back to you, so all you could see was his brown hair and dark suit.
âHi, Kun!â You hoped you didnât sound out of breath as you entered the room. Judging by the sound of footsteps behind you, Sooyoung had followed you in to see you off for the night.
Kun turned around at his name, hands clasped behind his back. He was dressed rather handsomely for the night in a tux with his hair neatly parted away from his face. But it was the starstruck smile on his face that made your skin warm up as he stopped in his tracks, just looking at you.
âKun? You good?â You coughed awkwardly, well aware of your spectators.
âSorry, sorry. Hello, Y/N.â He blinked and shook his head, stepping forward all the way to stand in front of you.
âYouâve already met my friend Sooyoung. Sheâs watching Woobin tonight for me.â You gestured to the two of them.
âSo you two can take as long as you need!â She piped up oh-so-helpfully.
You turned to look at her with wide, pointed eyes.
 âYou know, chatting people up for your fundraising, or whatever,â she tacked on innocently.
âThank you, SooSoo. Iâll see you later.â You pecked your son on the forehead. âGoodnight, Binnie. Remember, Mommy will be back late so Aunt SooSoo is going to put you to bed, and you and me are going to eat breakfast together, okay?â
âBut Aunt SooSoo said I was having a sleepover with her?â
âAunt SooSoo was just joking, baby. Iâm sorry, no sleepovers tonight,â you informed him with a heavy heart. Sooyoung set him down, and he toddled off towards the living room. Your friend went to follow him, and you grabbed her elbow to lean in to hiss in her ear, âI hope youâre happy, you owe Binnie a sleepover now.â
âAnd heâll get one,â she whispered back. âAs soon as you have one of your own.â
You shot her one final glare that she just retaliated with a wink, before letting her go and striding back over to Kun, who was waiting patiently by the front door.
âEverything okay?â He asked, concern on his features.
âYeah, just making sure she knows Binnie's bedtime and to not give him any more juice.â You offered him a reassuring smile. âAll good.â
âGood. You ready, then?â
âAs Iâll ever be, I guess.â
You so were not ready, it turned out. Just a few minutes after arriving, milling around and taking in the grandeur of the ballroom with Kun, you were starting to feel dizzy. Kun had already seen a couple of people that he must have known, flashing them a charismatic smile and exchanging passing greetings. You, meanwhile, felt like a weight was pressing on your chest, and inhaled deeply through your nose to try to calm down.
âWoah, are you okay, Y/N?â Kun leaned in to ask you quietly.
âYeah, fine,â you lied through your teeth. âWhy?â
âYouâve got a death grip on my arm that you didnât have thirty seconds ago.â He patted your hand that was on his upper arm.
Looking down, you saw that his suit jacket was crumpled in your fingers, and you consciously tried to loosen your grip, but couldnât make yourself do it. Instead, you just stared at your locked hand.
âIâm a copy editor, Kun, I donât really go to galas on the daily, so pardon me for being a little out of my element here,â you retorted, the words cutting through the air much harsher than you had intended. Taking another deep inhale and exhale, you added a whispered, âSorry, sorry.â
âCome on, letâs get some air, hm?â
The gala had an outdoor area devoid of other guests, presumably due to the chilly nighttime air. Kun sat you down on a stone bench outside of the main courtyard area, out of sight from the large windows of the ballroom.
The pressure on your chest was gone, and with you breathing easier, the cynical, nervous thoughts could finally take center stage in your brain.
âGod, this isnât going to work! Why did we even come out here?â You cracked your knuckles anxiously. âHow do we even ask for money without just sounding like children? âItâs not fair!ââ
âIf we find the right donorâand donât use that tone of voiceâthat argument is actually going to be what resonates with them,â Kun responded calmly, standing in front of you with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. âSomeone that cares about the kids, not about investing in an institution or whatever, will be moved by the fact that the preschool is being neglected financially.â
You chewed on the bottom of your lip. âWell damn, when you put it like that, I may just believe that youâre a Director of Sales, Qian Kun.â
âI thought the business card had convinced you.â
âAnybody can order a business card that says whatever they want.â
âThat wouldâve been extensive planning on my part.â
âHey, you couldâve had it on hand to pick up women. Thereâs guys that do that.â
He seemed genuinely put-off and bewildered. âWait really? Thatâs⊠That is just⊠loser behavior.â
âThough the fax number did point to it being real,â you continued, finally cracking a smile. âDudes doing pick-up probably think it makes them look dorky.â
âWhat? People arenât sexting via fax these days?â Kun joked, a grin tugging at his lips.
You were laughing too hardâand thus trying to quiet down your laughterâto respond to him, giving him the perfect leeway to continue. âWhat would you even call that? Saxing? Sexing?â
You were dizzy again, but this time it was light-headedness from laughing too hard, quite literally slapping your knee as you tried to calm yourself down.
Kun was chuckling as well, sliding in to sit next to you. âI take offense at the sentiment that fax machines are lame, by the way. Iâll have you know thatâs my personal fax line on my business card. Not everyone gets their own.â
Finally having enough wits about you to form sentences again, you sat up straight to look him in the eye as you clarified, âHey, I was saying that loser dudes who make fake business cards think that fax machines are lame. I think men with fax machines are sexy, especially personal fax lines.â
You went to nudge his shoulder teasingly, caught off-guard as you realized just how close he was to you. Even closer than the night on your couch, his dark eyes settling on your face, unabashedly drinking you in. Your breath hitched in your throat as you were suddenly surrounded by the intoxicating smell of his cologne. The cold air made the hair on your bare arms stand upâor maybe it was something elseâand you found yourself pressing forward even closer towards Kunâs warmth.
âY/N,â he murmured your name quietly. âAre you cold? We can go back inside.â
âNo, justâŠâ you took a deep breath, scooting in even closer to him, until you were pressed up side-to-side. âStay right here? Youâre warm.â
He uncertainly wrapped his arm around you. âSure, sure. Of course.â
âAnd⊠Can I ask you something?â
âAnything, yeah.â
âI wasnât crazy, right? On the couch the other night⊠Did you want to kiss me, too?â
âYou-You wanted to kiss me?â
âIâm uh, a bit rusty at this kind of thing,â you admitted, your skin burning. âBut Iâm not completely imagining that thereâs⊠something here, right, Kun?â
âYou wanted to kiss me?â He repeated like a broken record.
You lightly snapped your fingers in front of his face. âKun? My question? Or have I officially lost it, and this is like⊠going to make everything awkward for the fundraising committee?â
âNo, no, I-I doâdid want to kiss you. I thought I was making you uncomfortable,â he stumbled over his words sheepishly. âIâm uhm⊠also pretty rusty with this stuff.â
âYou do want to kiss me? Or you did want to kiss me, past tense?â You clarified.
âBoth! Uhm, I did, that night on the couch, and I still do, nowâŠâ He confessed weakly.
âIs there any reason that you shouldnât? Like, is there somebodyâŠ?â
âNo, there isnât. Not at all.â Kun gulped. âWhat about you?â
âNope, nobody, and Qian Kun, if you continue to talk about kissing me without actually doing anything, I might actually lose my mind,â you whispered, feeling hot, embarrassed, desperate tears pricking at the edges of your eyes.
âGod, sorry.â He cupped your cheek, turning your head and tilting your chin to be able to perfectly slot his lips with yours. The arm that was already wrapped around you just pulled you closer to him, as one of your hands grabbed the lapel of his suit jacket. You let out an embarrassing whimper as soon as his mouth meshed with yours, and he murmured another hushed âsorryâ against your lips. If he hadnât just told you that he was rusty, you wouldnât have had any idea as your head spun, your heart beat out of your chest wildly like a cartoon, and you were definitely crying tears of relief into what you were seriously considering quite possibly your best kiss ever.
It was your turn to mutter an apology as your tears turned the kiss salty, but as you pulled back to do just that, you saw the glistening of Kunâs eyes in the champagne tinted light filtering out from the ballroom, turning his tears golden as they slipped down his cheeks. Instead, you just pressed your forehead to his in silent understanding, looping your arm around his neck to hold him even closer, if that was possible.
PART II: you got my heartbeat to play to your time
Spotting Kun in the lobby of the preschool, you immediately lit up and rushed to sit down beside him on one of the benches. He offered you a tired smile and peck on the cheek in greeting, scooting to make room for you.
âBrr, itâs fucking freezing out there,â you shuddered, grabbing his hand to press it against the cold tip of your nose. âThatâs just from the 30-second walk from the parking lot to here! Are you two going to survive the walk home? You sure you donât want me to drive you? Well, I donât have another carseat for Junyi, but he could sit on your lap in the backseat, I think? Better than freezing to death, right?â
âWeâll be okay, Y/N,â Kun reassured you, patting your leg before resting his hand there. âThank you though, love.â
The subject of the cold suddenly made you remember something else, and you perked up, âOh, Woobin and I were at the store yesterday and he needed new gloves, and I saw that bunâs were getting a little worn out when we went out last weekend tooââ
âWhose?â Kun asked, furrowing his brows.
âJunyiâs. Look.â You held up the pair that matched Woobinâs, save for the pattern, which had little bunnies on them instead of whales. âArenât they adorable? God, I just love their tiny hands. Iâll return them if this is weird and I overstepped a line though. I tried to call you to see if this was okay, but the store was just a dead zone, and I couldnât get a signal.â
A sheepish smile punctuated the end of your nervous rambling. You and Kun hadnât been dating for very long, just a few months, and you were still getting a feel for boundaries when it came to your relationship with each other and each otherâs kids. Youâd just started spending the night at each otherâs houses with both kids thereâalready a big step, in your opinion. Taking the initiative on buying Junyi a new pair of gloves had seemed perfectly natural when the thought came to you, but you didnât want it to feel like you were rushing things to Kun, or taking a place that wasnât yours to takeâand hadnât been offered to youâin Junyiâs life.
âOh, no, Y/N, these are perfect, thank you.â He accepted them, a genuine, grateful smile on his face as he tucked them away in his jacket pocket, then squeezed both of your hands. âJunyi will love them. He did need new gloves; I just hadnât made it out to the store yet.â
âThen what is making you make that face?â
âSince when has Junyi been a bunny?â
âWere you not intentionally buying him a bunch of bunny-patterned stuff?â You questioned, tilting your head.
âHuh?â
âHis backpack, his stuffie that he brings to school, his pajamas that he wore at my place last weekend, and Iâve seen him in like at least three different bunny t-shirts. I thought the theming was intentional.â
Kun took a long, slow blink. âOh⊠it was not.â
âKun⊠are bunnies your favorite animal?â You teased.
âNo! I thinkâŠ?â
âGod, long day at work?â You surmised, stroking the back of his head soothingly.
He leaned into your touch, letting out a disgruntled groan, âLong week. Scratch that, long month.â
âMm, anything I can do to help?â
âUnless you can clone me, or stop timeâŠâ
âOkay, new question: Anything I can do to make you more comfortable? Even just something small?â
âCan you and Woobin come over tonight? I know we werenât planning on it, butââ
âYes, Kun, we can come over tonight,â you agreed, using your free hand to grab one of his.
âThank you,â he sighed, squeezing your hand back.
The door to the boysâ classroom opened then, and you nudged Kunâs shoulder with yours. He nodded, the two of you standing up together. As soon as you stepped foot into the classroom, your shins were knocked into by one small body, then another.
âOh, hey bun! Hey bubbles!â You greeted the kids, wobbling a bit as they had each latched onto one of your legs.
Kun, who had caught you by the elbow to steady you, was looking at the three of you with that same tired but heartfelt smile, âGuys, am I just chopped liver?â
Junyi squinted up at his dad curiously, âWhatâs liver?â
âYeah, whatâs liver, Mr. Kun?â Woobin echoed.
âHe means he wants a hug too, boys,â you explained. âAnd heâs been working really hard, so I think he should get a really big one.â
They immediately detached themselves from you to throw their little arms around Kunâs legs instead.
âYou should ask for one next time, Mr. Kun!â
âYeah, Daddy! Instead of talkinâ about liver and stuff.â
âYeah, Mr. Kun, just ask for one next time,â you repeated teasingly.
Kun looked at the two kids with that same fond, resigned smile. âRight, my bad, boys. I will just ask for one when I need one next time.â
As the kids hug-attacked Kun, you went over to their forgotten cubbies to pick up their respective whale and bunny backpacks, giving Ms. Xu and Mrs. Chen friendly waves of acknowledgement. When you returned, Kun had managed to get a kid under each arm, both toddlers giggling as they were held like sacks of potatoes.
âAre you carrying them out like that?â You asked with a tilted head.
âMaybe,â Kun joked. âItâs a good arm workout.â
âYeah, for all three of you,â you referred to how the boys were clinging onto his forearms against gravity as well.
âMm, the idea of buff three-year-olds terrifies me,â he declared, lowering the kids. âAlright, time to let go, guys.â
You reached into Junyiâs backpack to secure the little tiny puffer jacket that was inside, âItâs a bit chilly out, bun-bun, and you and your dad are walking home, so come on, youâre putting your coat on.â
âOkay,â he stuck his arms out for you to help put it on him.
âOh,â Kun pulled the new pair of gloves out of his own pocket, showing them off to his son. âLook, buddy. Ms. Y/N got you a new pair of gloves.â
âOh wow, thank you!â He beamed up at you.
âYouâre welcome,â you grinned back, kneeling down in front of him to zip up the jacket for him. âWoobin has a pair just like it but with whales, so you two can match next time he wears his.â
Woobin looked down at his bare hands with a thoughtful frown. âWhere are my gloves, Mommy?â
âTheyâre probably in your backpack, baby. You and I are driving home so you donât have to put them on if you donât want to, because your hands wonât be getting cold outside like Junyiâs.â
âOh. I want to put them on, please.â
âHere, Iâll get them,â Kun unzipped the backpack that was on your shoulder and began rooting through it.
âThank you.â You murmured. As he got the gloves and helped Woobin put them on, you went over the plans for the rest of the night with your son, âWeâre going to go home and get a few things, and then weâre going to Mr. Kun and Junyiâs house for a sleepover, okay?â
âOkay!â
Kun had finished tugging on the gloves then, âThere you go, Bin.â
âThank you, Mr. Kun!â Woobin chirped, then reached out for the other toddler. âJunyi, we match!â
âWe match!â Junyi giggled back, grabbing Woobin's whale-patterned hand with his own bunny-patterned one.
You stood up, covering your mouth in delight as you whispered to Kun, âIâm literally going to cry.â
âWay ahead of you,â he whispered back, and when you looked over, you did in fact see a single tear rolling down one of his cheeks.
âOh, oh my God, Kun.â You wiped it away with your thumb. âWhatâsââ
âTalk later?â
âOkay, yeah,â you nodded, looking around at the fact that you were still very much in the boysâ classroom, and had other things to do. âRight, of course. Talk later.â
Kun reached up to grab your hand that had wiped the tear away, squeezing it and offering you a smile. He dried his eyes with the sleeve of his other hand, then called for the kids, âCome on, boys. Weâve got to go. Youâll see each other in just a bit.â
Getting Woobin packed up to spend the night at Kun and Junyiâs was easy, and so was getting the two of them fed once you were there. The difficult part was getting even a single second of semi-private time with Kun to actually talk. The two boys wanted to include both of you in every single thing they did tonight, which was typically endearing, but the exhaustion that plagued Kunâs features the while time still concerned you. It wasnât until they were finally asleep in Junyiâs room, and you and Kun had cleaned up from dinner, that you finally had an opportunity.
He pulled you over to the couch, and you sat down, expecting one of your normal grown-up, mature, face-to-face talks to happen now. Youâd had a few already, about your expectations when you started dating, about the first time you spent the night at the otherâs house like this, whenever there was any need to clear the air. Both you and Kun agreed that you were both at the point in your life where you couldnât deal with the kind of tip-toeing uncertainty of young relationships, you needed something serious, with open, honest communication, especially around the kids.
But instead, Kun practically collapsed on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your middle. You cradled his head close to you, running a hand through his hair and stroking a thumb over his cheekbone.
âWhatâs wrong, Kun?â You murmured. âYou seem⊠drained.â
âI am,â he admitted plainly, defeat in his tone. âJust absolutely⊠fucking dead.â
âIâm sorry to hear that, love,â you replied quietly.
âBut you were such a big help today, thank you.â
âI donât know how bringing another toddler into your home helped with that, but okay,â you said skeptically, still playing with his hair.
âHaving a second set of hands to help with dinnertime, and play time, and bathtime, and bedtimeâŠâ His chest heaved with another big sigh. âAnd just having you around⊠makes everything easier.â
He reached up to grab one of your hands, lacing his fingers with yours. The grip he had made you think he wasnât planning on letting go anytime soon. âI donât want you to leave, Y/N.â
âKun, Iâll stay for as long as you need me to,â you promised. âA couple nights, a week, whatever you need. Life is hard, especially trying to do everything on your own. Tomorrowâs Saturday, so how about you take the boys out and Iâll tidy up around here, okay?â
âForever?â
âWhat?â
âWill you stay forever?â
You stared down at your interlocked hands, the one in his hair stilling. âAre you askingâŠâ
âYou said youâd stay however long I need you to. I always need you with me, Y/N. Will you two move in with us?â Kun asked, placing a couple of long kisses to your hand. âOr we can get a new place. I just⊠canât imagine having to do this without you. Both of you. All four of us.â
You hummed, your hand resuming its ministrations in his locks. âWeâll probably need a new place⊠but yes, Kun. Weâll move in with you.â
He quickly kissed his way up your arm to your neck and face, until he was hovering above you, a breathless smile on his features. âReally?â
âIâll need to talk to BinnieâŠâ You warned. âAnd like I just said, weâll probably need to look for a new place, since the boys are used to having their own rooms and we can afford it combined. It wonât be instantaneous, but yes⊠we can start planning it.â
Then Kun was showering your face in kisses, and you giggled, cupping his face fondly.
âI love you, I love you, I love you.â
âI love you too, Kun,â you pulled him into a soft peck, before his raining kisses started going even lower, below your jaw, your neck, your collarbones. When his hand slipped under your shirt, you looked at him suspiciously. âHey⊠I thought you were absolutely fucking dead?â
âMysterious second wind,â his words were muffled against your skin, but you could feel the sly smirk on his lips.
âAlright, well do you think this second wind can at least be moved into your bedroom?â
âY/N, five weeks?!â Kun exclaimed, making you immediately slap a hand over his mouth and look over your shoulder at the two freshly-washed four-year-old boys sitting down to enjoy their post-bathtime show.
âKeep your voice down!â You chastised him in a harsh whisper. The living room was open to the kitchen in your new place, where you and Kun were huddled having your fervent back and forth at the moment. Youâd just so very casually dropped the fact that your period had been five weeks late, at perhaps not the most opportune time, washing the dishes, but really you hadnât meant for it to be a huge deal.
After you took your hand off his mouth, he replied back much more quietly, âSorry, Iâm not upset with you, love, Iâm surprised. Why havenât you taken a test?â
âWith work and both the boysâ birthdays, then them starting VPK, I just havenât had time to go get one.â
âLetâs go get one now then.â
âWhat, a family trip to the corner store to buy a pregnancy test?â You snorted at the idea, holding a dry plate out to Kun to put away.
He didnât take the plate, staring at you as he repeated, âFamily?â
âYou know what I meantâŠâ You whined, putting the dish down on the counter and covering your face in embarrassment. That was the first time either of you had referred to the four of you as one family unit.
He wrapped his arms around you, letting you bury your face in his chest. âI donât think you even know what you meant, lovey.â
âUgh, youâre right.â Your brain was way too scrambled at the moment, preoccupied with trying extremely hard to not think about what being late could possibly mean, what a test could possibly say.
âIâm serious, come on. Weâll buy the boys some ice cream, theyâll be none the wiser.â
âFine, I need to put some real pants on,â you pushed off his chest, gesturing to the dingy sleep shorts were you in. âCan youââ
âGet the boysâ shoes on. On it.â He nodded firmly.
âThank you, my love.â
âKun, I canât pee with you grinning at me like that. Itâs weird.â
With Woobin and Junyi preoccupied with their character popsicles and a movie in the living room, you and Kun were in the small hallway bathroom closest to the living room. It also happened to be the boysâ shared bathroom, the walls covered in vinyl, removable stickers of cartoon characters smiling down at you as unnervingly as Kun was currently. It was far too many eyes for what you were doing, peeing on a drugstore pregnancy test.
âSorry, sorry,â your boyfriend apologized, diverting his eyes and covering his mouth, though he was clearly still beaming into his hand.
Finally done with that part of the test, you set it atop the box that was sitting on the bathroom counter, washing your hands and dropping back down onto the toilet seat.
âAnd now we wait,â you declared with a heavy chest.
âOkay.â Kun nodded resolutely, allowing his eyes to return to you now that youâd spoken again, still absolutely glittering in the harsh fluorescents.
âNow would be a good time to talk, about if thatâs a plus. Youâre still grinning like a maniac, so I have a guess as to what youâre about to say.â
He sighed almost dreamily as he looked up at you, resting his cheek in his hand. âYouâre just⊠the most beautiful woman in the world to me, right now. And I love you, so much.â
âThis, me sitting on the toilet in our tiny hallway bathroom, having just peed on a stick in front of you,â you pointed between the two of you, âis one of the least romantic situations I think weâve ever been in. But, I love you too, you weirdo.â
âThat wasnât my answer, by the way. You go first, youâd be the one carrying any baby of ours, after all.â
âAfter Woobin, I told myself that if I had another, Iâd do itâŠâ You trailed off as you fumbled around for the right word.
âRight?â Kun supplemented hesitantly.
âNo, no, I donât think Woobin was wrong. Thatâs one thesaurus entry away from âmistake,â as cheesy as that might sound. But, I told myself that Iâd do my next one different. Iâd be married to someone, weâd have planned the pregnancy over multiple conversations, talked about kids before we even got married in the first place, Iâd have talked to Binnie about it, made sure he had the emotional space for a little sibling, too.â
âAnd we havenât even talked about getting marriedâŠâ He breathed out in realization.
You narrowed your eyes. âQian Kun, do you think for even a second, that I would be with you if I didnât think that I could marry you one day? After everything youâve learned about me? After that whole toilet bowl confessional I just gave literally ten seconds ago? Consider this the marriage talk warning. Itâs coming, and when it does, I expect you to bring notes.â
âGood point, Iâm sorry for doubting you, lovey. I eagerly await the marriage talks, and Iâll make sure to do my research ahead of time.â
âGood.â
âSo thatâs how you want to do it. What about if that test is positive? Right now?â He returned you to the present, his voice gentle, as you were reminded of the very real, very possible, tangible now that you were being faced with.
You let your head drop forward into your hands as you tried to pick apart the tangled ball that was your thoughts and feelings. Thinking back to when you were doing this by yourself the first time in your workplace bathroom, when you found out you were pregnant with Binnie⊠you distantly remembered how you felt when you saw that double line, that positive result. There was definitely anxiety, yes, but more than that you remembered an excitement bubbling up and overflowing on top of that the longer that it registered.
This time, you werenât feeling any of that. Not because you didnât love the idea of having a child with Kun, but⊠it just wouldnât be the right time. The two of you had only recently moved in together, you were still getting used to enmeshing your twoâor, fourâseparate lives into one, you hadnât even been together for a year, Woobin and Junyi hadnât been consulted whatsoever, not to mention they had just started VPK and would be going into primary school next year; Kun had just gotten a promotion at work, yes, but you had your eye on your own possible promotion, too. It just⊠wasnât right. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you finally looked up at Kun sitting across from you in the narrow space of the hallway bathroom. You could feel the tears gathering in your eyes, his image immediately swimming in your vision.
âOh, hey, come here, lovey,â he gently ushered you down from your perch on the toilet seat cover onto the ground with him. He settled you in between his legs, wrapping his arms around you, âSad cry or scary cry?â
You had the urge to smack his arm for treating you like one of the kids, but unfortunately, it was a really good communication tool.
âGoddamn,â you wept against his shirt, clinging onto him. âI donât know, Kun. I donât fucking know. Itâs not a happy cry, though. And I donât think that any kid should be brought into the world if their mom isnât happy at the thought of them.â
He rubbed a hand up and down your back, not faltering for a moment as you spoke. When you were done, he started, âLook, Y/N. Iâll admit, the idea of having a baby with you kind of sent me to the stratosphere there for a second. But, I think that a baby is something that needs to be two enthusiastic yeses, or itâs a no. And youâŠâ he pulled your face out of the crook of his neck to be able to look you in the eye. âAre clearly not enthusiastic nor a yes. So Iâm not either. Okay?â
You sniffled, âOkay.â
âOkay,â he repeated, wiping at your tears. âNow, I think itâs been plenty of time. Are you ready to look at the test?â
âYeah, yeah.â
Kun stretched his arm out, fumbling along the top of the bathroom counter until he had secured the test in his hand. You turned in his arms, fully leaned against him, your back to his chest as he flipped the stick over for you two to read the results together.
Negative.
And you were crying again, but this time you knew that they were tears of relief.
âOh, thank God,â you whispered, holding a hand over your mouth. âOh⊠oh my God.â
âThere we go,â Kun murmured, holding you to him by an arm slung over your waist. âNow, call me crazy, but I think we just manifested that negative pregnancy test result.â
You let out a choked laugh, âWould it be manifesting a negative or un-manifesting a positive?â
âGood question.â
He held a foot out until he could reach the step opener of the trash can, tossing the test into it. You sat there with him for who knows how much longer, until the cold of the tile finally seeped through your clothes, and your joints were aching from being curled up on your bathroom floor for so long.
âOh shit, the boys are all by themselves in the living room,â you mumbled, beginning to detangle yourself from Kun.
âIâll clean up in here. You get into some pajamas and then go see them, okay? Theyâve been the normal amount of quiet, I think the movieâs got them sufficiently occupied, so take your time. Iâll be right behind you.â He reassured you, standing up after you did, and keeping a hand on the small of your back as you went to wash your hands again.
The remnants of the pregnancy test packaging were on the counter, not to mention the general disarray from your breakdown, and the fact that you hadnât tidied up from the boysâ bathtime earlier that night either. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, you could see that you werenât in much better shape than the bathroom.
âOkay, yeah. Thank you, Kun.â Your voice wasnât any louder than a whisper, and it didnât need to be in the small, quiet space.
He pressed a long kiss to your temple before you left for your bedroom to change out of the clothes that youâd gone to the convenience store in. Putting on the comfiest pajamas you could find, you then shuffled out to the living room, which you were glad to see was in one piece. Tension you didnât even realize you were carrying released from your shoulders when your eyes fell on the two kids sat on the couch, their attention glued to the screen.
You werenât sure how long you had been standing there before Woobin finally turned his head to look at you. âOh hi Mommy!â
âHi, Ms. Y/N!â
âHi, boys, can I join you?â You asked.
âWell, yeah!â Junyi said in the most âduh!â tone youâd ever heard a four-year-old imitate. He patted the open space between the two of them. âWe saved you a spot here.â
âOh, thank you.â You sat down exactly where he had gestured, tucking your feet underneath you. Woobin immediately clambered onto your lap, and Junyi scooted in to snuggle into your other side.
âAnd when Daddy gets here, his spot is over here,â Junyi pointed to the remaining space between him and the arm of the couch. âAnd he can put the blanket on all of us.â
âRight, of course, bun,â you nodded, wrapping your arms around the two boys to hold them even closer to you.
Woobin touched a hand to your cheek, âMommy, youâre crying. Sad cry, scary cry, or boo-boo cry?â
âOh, no, baby, it's a happy cry,â you assured him, wiping at the couple of tears that had eked out again with your sleeve. âItâs because I love you all so much.â
âHappy cry,â he repeated, as if committing the term to memory.
Kun joined the three of you a few minutes later, sliding into his assigned seat and pulling a blanket over the four of you. Mindful of the child in between you two, you rested your head on his shoulder.
Against your instincts, you shut the front door quietly behind you as you came home that night. Youâd gotten caught up at work with a deadline suddenly being moved up. You plopped your purse onto the kitchen table next to the huge LEGO set that youâd started with the boys last weekend as Kun got up from the couch to greet you. He was already in his pajamas, a stark contrast to the office wear you were still in.
âHey, lovey,â he pecked your cheek, letting you snake both your arms around his waist and hold him closer. âHow was work?â
You let out a low, exhausted groan into his shoulder. âLong. If I ever have to read another word again in my life, itâll be too soon.â
âThen youâll be very happy to hear that I already read the boys a bedtime story.â
âShit, am I that late?â You sighed. âI know I told you Iâd probably miss dinner but I didnât mean for you to do bedtime all by yourself, too.â
âItâs okay, I know you wouldâve been here if you could. The three of us managed for one night.â
âHow was everything? Were they good for you?â
âAbsolute angels.â
You lifted your head up to shoot him a disbelieving look. âOur sons? Are you sure youâve got the right kids in there?â
Kun chuckled, planting a kiss on your lips this time. âYou know us too well. Only convinced them to get in bed with bribery.â
âGreat, what did you promise them? Extra hour of TV this weekend? Kun, please do not tell me you promised a new toy orââ
âWoah, woah, who do you think I am?â He snorted, clearly offended. âI just had to promise that youâd give them their goodnight kiss when you got home. They were very concerned about going to sleep without one.â
Relief immediately flooded your system, along with a warm fondness. âOh, good. Iâll go hold up our end, then.â
âBefore you do,â Kun held you by the waist to keep you from walking away yet. He lowered his voice, tone turning serious. âWoobin was asking for you before lights-out. Not just for his goodnight kiss, but he wouldnât tell me what was going on. I have a feeling he might still be up when you go in.â
You nodded thoughtfully. âOkay, Iâll pop into his room second. Thanks for the heads-up.â
With a final pat on the cheek, you left Kunâs warm embrace and treaded down the hall that contained the boysâ bedrooms and shared bathroom. You slowly opened the door to Junyiâs room first. The room was pitch black save for the dwindling light from his glow-in-the-dark ceiling stars, and you crept up to his bedside. Just able to see the faint outline of him under his covers, you gently brushed away some of his hair and laid a soft kiss on his forehead.
âNight, bun-bun,â you murmured, then kissed his pudgy little cheek one more time before standing up. He didnât stir, his breathing remained peaceful and as you ducked back out you closed the door even more quietly than you had opened it.
As soon as you pushed the door to Woobinâs room open, you knew he was awake. He was in a phase of sleeping with a night-light on, meaning that you could immediately see his eyes staring at you.
âHi, Mommy,â he deadpanned, hands folded together over his stomach.
You entered the room, shutting the door behind you. âHi, baby. What are you still doing up?â
He squirmed a little under the covers, refusing to meet your eyes as you came to sit on his mattress next to him. âWaiting for my goodnight kiss.â
âOh, you couldâve gone to sleep,â you reassured him, moving his bangs out of the way of his forehead. âMommy wouldâve still come and given you your goodnight kiss.â
He was silent as you leaned down to smooch his forehead. Pulling back, you asked, âIs that all, Binnie?â
Woobin mumbled something that you couldnât quite make out.
âIâm sorry, could you say that again for me? I couldnât hear you.â
âI want to say something, but itâs after my bedtimeâŠâ
âDonât worry, baby. I want to hear what you have to say. You can say it now.â
âI donât want Junyi to be mad at me.â
âWhy do you think Junyi would be mad at you?â
âYou canât tell them!â He suddenly exclaimed, pleading and desperate.
âTell who? Junyi and Mr. Kun?â You asked, brow furrowing with confusion.
He nodded fervently, panic on his features.
âYou remember our rules about sharing things?â
âIf itâs about safety or respect, we all have to know,â he recited mournfully. âItâs not! I promise! I thinkâŠâ
âHow about you tell me, and Iâll tell you if itâs something we should tell everyone. I wonât get mad, and you and me can talk about it for as long as you want first. Does that sound okay?â
âOkayâŠâ
âWhenever youâre ready,â you said soothingly, watching him take a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
âI-I want to call Mr. Kun âDaddy.ââ
You couldnât help but smile widely at him, taking your sonâs hand in yours. âThatâs wonderful, baby. I think it would make Mr. Kun really happy that you want to.â
âBut thatâs what Junyi calls himâŠâ
âAnd you think it would upset Junyi if you called him the same thing?â
âYeah,â he sniffled.
âThatâs very considerate, Binnie,â you told him proudly.
âAre you going to tell them?â
âNo, not if you donât want me to,â you shook your head. âBut I think that it would be a good idea for you, Junyi, and Mr. Kun to all talk about this together. When youâre ready.â
Woobin sniffled again, and you leaned over to hug your boy. He immediately threw his arms around your neck, burying his wet face in the collar of your blouse.
When you finally left his room after watching him fall asleep with your own two eyes, you found Kun reclined in your bed, bedside lamp on as he read a book.
âIs Woobin alright?â Kun flipped his book shut and set it aside.
You shimmied out of your work clothes. âYeah, heâs okay. Just⊠needed Mom before bed.â
He nodded, watching as you pulled sleep clothes on and shuffled over to the bathroom. âMm, of course. Mr. Kun wasnât enoughâŠâ He sighed dramatically, making you lean your head back out to glare at him, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth.
âShut up,â you grumbled after spitting your toothpaste out and flicking the bathroom light off. You plopped into bed, snuggling up to your pillow and closing your eyes. âHe loves you, you know that.â
The sound of the bedside lamp clicking off rang through your room before you felt the sheets shift around and Kun scoot closer to you.
âI know, Iâm just not âMom,ââ he mused, grabbing your hands to tug you toward him.
You obliged, rolling over to face him and rest your head on his shoulder. He kissed your forehead, still holding your hands against his chest.
âGoodnight, my love,â you breathed out, âThank you again for handling them alone tonight.â
âGoodnight, lovey.â He rubbed soothing circles into the palm of your hand with his thumb.
As you watched Kun alternate between pushing Woobin and Junyi on the swingset, you couldnât help but smile to yourself. It was peaceful afternoons like these that you treasured the most. You recognized a few more figures that were approaching the playground, waving to Johnny and Jaehyun in the distance as Mark and Sungchan immediately ran up to your two boys. The three dads all chatted as the four kids took off from the swingset at full speed towards the slides. You were on a bench a little further from the playset, and had no qualms about sitting and resting when you got the chance.
The playground was within walking distance of yours and Kunâs house, and right by the school, so it wasnât a total shock to see some of your kidsâ classmates there. You watched with amusement as all three of the adults perked up like meerkats towards the kids, who were now lined up at the monkey bars. Mark was first up, and must have been asking for help, as Johnny yelled out a âjust a sec, champ!â before gesturing between the three dads and all the kids clambering for their turn.
Apparently, Johnny and Jaehyun had decided it was their turn to help all four kids with the bars, as Kun lumbered over to plop down next to you at the picnic table.
âThank God they showed up, I donât know if I have it left in me to carry them back and forth across the monkey bars for the next hour,â Kun grunted, dropping his head down to rest on your shoulder.
You snickered, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as you watched all the children play. Woobin was the littlest, needing Jaehyunâs help all the way across the bars. The dad still gave him as enthusiastic of a double high-five as he gave Junyi after him, who was able to do a couple by himself after getting hoisted up there.
âWoobin wants to call you Dad, you know,â you blurted out in the quietness that had fallen between you and Kun.
Kun lifted his head up to look at you with wide eyes. âHe does?â
âYeah, he told me the other day. But he thinks Junyi will be mad at him.â
âOhhâŠâ He breathed out, nodding slowly.
âI wouldâve said something to you, but he asked me not to tell you and Junyi at first. We had another conversation about it this morning, and he finally agreed that I could talk to you about it at least,â you explained. âI told him that you three should all talk. I think heâs really, really scared of making Junyi upset. Theyâre such good friends, you know?â
You looked on with fondness as the gaggle of kids around the monkey bars took off at a run away from Johnny and Jaehyun, apparently playing some kind of tag or hide and seek now. Woobin and Junyi were running off together hand-in-hand, giggling and cackling with laughter as Johnny mimicked chasing after them.
Kun ran a knuckle up and down your arm, trailing his hand down until he could lace his fingers with yours. âI know, sometimes I look at them and I think itâs like theyâre⊠brothers.â
âMm, yeah,â you hummed noncommittally. Finally taking your eyes off the playground, you turned to face him fully, covering his hand with both of yours. âKun, with all this⊠it makes me really happy, you and Junyi make me really happy, and all four of us being together. But, I donâtâ Iâm not trying to replace Junyiâs mom. Despite what she did, heâs already had one, whatever memories heâs got of her. I want to be whatever he wants me to be. So, Iâm perfectly content to be âMs. Y/Nâ for the rest of my life.â
âI asked him the other day, if he remembered his mom at all,â he admitted quietly.
âW-Why?â
âMorbid curiosity, I guess. He was so young, I wasnât sure if he would. Funny thing was, he told me yes. So I asked what he remembered about her. And he just looked at me with the most confused expression I think Iâve ever seen him have and he goes âShe picked me up from school today.ââ
âOh, oh my God,â you let out a choked chuckle, a lump growing in your throat.
âYou picked him up from school that day, Y/N,â Kun said pointedly, poking you in the arm for emphasis.
âYeah, I had guessed that,â you spluttered out, a wide, beaming smile on your face as you replayed those words in your mind over and over again.
âSo it seems like, to me, youâre the only one with hang-ups about this, lovey.â
âIâm gonna fucking cryâ no, scratch that, I already am,â you sniffled, wiping at your eyes with one of your hands.
âSad cry, scary cry, boo-boo cry, or happy cry?â Kun asked teasingly, thumb wiping away one of your tears.
âHappy cry,â you answered, despite the fact that he definitely already knew. âSo happy. I love you so much, both of you.â
âJunyi!â The distant voice of Johnny called out, chastising.
Both you and Kun snapped your heads up to look, only to see said child running at you full-speed.
âWoobin! Let your parentsâŠâ Jaehyun trailed off in defeat as a second small body hurtled towards you. âSorry! We tried to let you guys have a momentâŠâ
âItâs alright!â Kun called back to them as the two boys finally made it to you.
You lifted Junyi up onto the bench next to you with no hesitation, and Kun plopped Woobin onto his lap, his little legs reaching into yours. Junyi sat himself down on one of your legs, facing you with the most worried, intense gaze on his face.
âAre you okay, Ms. Y/N?!â He wiped at your wet cheeks. âWhat happened?â
âNothing, hunny-bun,â you promised, holding both of his little hands and dropping loud smooches to them. âHappy tears, theyâre happy tears. Iâm sorry for worrying you.â
âBecause you love us so much?â Woobin asked, supplying the last reason youâd given him for your happy tears.
âYeah, always, bubbles,â you grabbed his head to be able to press a kiss to his forehead. âAlways love you guys so much.â
âWhy does it make you cry?â
âBecause I have so much love inside me for all of you that sometimes it feels like I could just⊠burst!â You said with enough of a sing-song-y inflection that it made the two kids giggle, especially when you mimicked an explosion with your hands. âSo instead of spontaneously exploding, it comes out as tears sometimes. Tears arenât bad, Binnie, remember?â
âI know, Mommy,â he nodded dutifully.
Kun spoke up then, âI think we should all talk about what was making your mom so happy this time, boys.â
Junyi looked at his dad with alarm. âWhat? Bin and I didnât do anything! Weâre not in trouble, right?â
âI didnât do anything!â Woobin pouted. âJunyiââ
âNo, youâre not in trouble,â Kun hushed them gently. âI just said it was making your mom happy. What about you two getting in trouble would make your mom happy?â
âOh.â
âI mean, itâs about what you two want to call us.â
You were still cradling Woobinâs head, and stroked over his hair reassuringly. âItâs okay, Binnie. Tell them what you told me.â
âI-I want to call Mr. Kun âDaddy,ââ he mumbled, looking down intently at his lap. âBut I donât have to if itâs going to make you sad, Junyi!â
Junyi listened to Woobin, face turning entirely confused. âBut he is your dad! Why wouldnât you call him that?â He turned his bewildered look to you next. âAnd youâre our mom, right?!â
âOf course I am, bun-bun,â you smiled at him. âBinnie just needs to know if itâs going to make you upset for both of you to call your dad the same thing.â
âNo, Bin, sânot gonna make me sad,â Junyi said strongly. âWill it make you sad if we call her the same thing?â
Woobin sniffled and looked up, finally displaying his teary eyes to everybody. He shook his head, and you felt relief blossom out through every part of you. Kun squeezed him tightly.
âBub, sad cry, scary cry, or happy cry?â Kun asked him.
The child took several deep breaths before he finally answered. âI-I think it was scary first, but now itâs a happy cry, Daddy. Like Mommy does.â
Kun let out a strangled chuckle as he hugged Woobin even tighter to him, planting a kiss to his temple. âThatâs okay, bub. Look at you, big kid with big feelings.â
âDaddyâs crying too!â Junyi gasped. âIs it happy crying, Daddy?â
âYeah, buddy, it is,â he confirmed, cheeks noticeably damp.
Junyi felt at his own dry eyes. âWhy am I not happy crying? Mommy, why am I not happy crying? âM happy! I am!â
âOh, bunny, itâs okay,â you couldnât help but laugh, rubbing his back affectionately. âYou donât have to cry to be really happy. Sometimes youâll be really, really happy, the happiest youâve ever been, and you wonât cry. Everybodyâs different.â
âI do.â
âI do!â Sooyoung squealed.
The officiantâs remaining words were drowned out by the crowd erupting into cheers as Sooyoung was dipped into a kiss by her now-wife. You clapped from your place behind her as her maid-of-honor, your cheeks already hurting from all the smiling youâd been doing that day.
As they practically ran back down the aisle together, giddy, you were left standing at the arch, holding SooSooâs wedding bouquet that sheâd forgotten in her excitement. The music swelled again, your cue for the wedding party to file out as well. You fell in beside Ahrinâs best man, taking a more reasonable pace down the walkway. Looking into the guests that had stood up, you caught Kunâs eye from one of the middle rows, a familiar wide, overjoyed grin on his face. He was in the stratosphere again.
You met up with Kun at your table at the reception, the wedding party table. While he wasnât in the party, he was your plus one, and your friend of course made sure he was seated with you. After the obligatory speechesâincluding one that you had to giveâeveryone could start eating. Kids were allowed at the wedding, but you wanted to make sure that you could put all your focus on making this the best day ever for your friend and didnât want to have the boys out too late either, so they were at home with a babysitter. After the food was the coupleâs first dance, and you watched fondly from your table as Sooyoung and Ahrin swayed together, clearly in their own world, exchanging words and giggles and laughs that you couldnât hear.
Kunâs hand and yours were entwined on your lap, and when the DJ asked for the wedding party and their plus-ones to join the newlyweds, you pulled him to floor by that hand. As Kunâs other hand settled on your hip, you affectionately smoothed down the lapel of his suit jacket before resting yours on the curve where his neck met his shoulder.
âHi, gorgeous,â he beamed at you.
âHi, handsome,â you replied back humorously. âSo, whatâs on your mind?â
âYou mean there could possibly be anything on my mind other than the fact that Iâm dancing with the love of my life?â
âYouâve got that look on your face.â
âWhat look?â
âThe âIâve been launched into the stratosphere picturing our future togetherâ look,â you said frankly, but still with the same fond smirk on your lips. âSo? What are you thinking about?â
His eyes widened minutely before he chuckled. âIâm having a good time with you, lovey. Is a guy not allowed to smile about that?â
âYou areâŠâ
âThatâs all I was thinking about.â He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your cheek. âAlways in the stratosphere when Iâm with you.â
Despite his sweet words, you felt a twinge of disappointment in your chest, resting your cheek on his shoulder so he couldnât see the contemplative frown on your face. The two of you were living together before Sooyoung and Ahrin had even met, you were raising two kids together right now, and had already discussed getting marriedâbinders, spreadsheets, all your joint expectations for what you wanted out of a hypothetical future partnership like that. Why was he shying away from the subject now? Was seeing you actually at a wedding making him have second thoughts? Did it suddenly all seem too real? As if the binders and spreadsheets werenât real enough?
Those werenât questions to ask him now at your best friendâs wedding, so you bit your tongue, continuing to let him sway the two of you across the dance floor.
Later in the night, after your feet had gotten tired, Kun excused himself to use the restroom. You took the opportunity to catch your breath at the wedding partyâs table. Youâd been darting around the venue the whole time, either greeting friends of friends, dancing with people you knew, or stopping mishaps before they mis-happened. Some guests had started going home, so you felt somewhat comfortable taking a short rest.
You werenât expecting one of the brides herself to sit down beside you, however.
âWhatâs wrong, Y/N?â Sooyoung asked knowingly.
You tried to perk up, slapping on a smile. âItâs nothing, SooSoo. My feet are tired. Why arenât you with Ahrin?â
âWeâre about to be together for the rest of our lives. I think she can piss by herself right now,â she replied.
âOh, right.â
âAnd, itâs also my wedding, and I donât want my best friend all sad and alone at my wedding. I know youâve been fixing all my problems all day and all night. So will you let me help you with one of yours?â
You looked around to see if you could spot Kun anywhere, then leaned in towards her with a sigh. âKunâs been acting weird today.â
âHow?â
âWe always talk about getting married pretty openly. But like, now that weâre at a wedding, it feels like heâs avoiding the topic.â
âWhy havenât you guys gotten married? You practically act like it anyway.â
âHe still wants to surprise me with the proposal,â you said. âI told him no public proposals, no proposing on birthdays or holidays, and no proposing at other peopleâs weddings. But other than thatâŠâ
âWhen was that conversation? About getting married and engaged?â
You took a sip of your drink as you thought. âMm⊠almost a year ago? Maybe ten months? It was a few conversations.â
âSo Ahrin proposed like right after that,â she surmised. âHeâs probably waiting for the right time. Making sure you werenât too stressed with the kids, then the holidays, and being my maid-of-honor. Both of you are very thoughtful and also over-plan everything.â
âThatâs true,â you sighed. âAnd also a bit less salient of a point coming from the poster child of U-Haul lesbians.â
Sooyoung wrapped an arm around your shoulders and rubbed your upper arm. âWeâre different people in different relationships in different places in life, Y/N. Youâve got a really good guy who is head over heels for you and loves your kid as much as he loves you. Donât forget all that in one night.â
âYouâre right, SooSoo,â you leaned your head against hers. âThank you.â
âAnytime.â She pecked your hair.
âIs everything okay?â Kunâs voice came from behind you, sounding very concerned.
âOh, yeah, Y/Nâs getting a little warm in here,â SooSoo informed him brightly, letting you go and standing back up. âWhy donât you take her outside, Kun? Thereâs a nice little garden walkway, I think thereâs some benches out there.â
âYeah, of course. Thanks, Sooyoung.â
Your friend gave you one last squeeze of your arm before taking back off into the crowd. Kun ushered you to your feet and guided you out of the main reception hall and into the much cooler nighttime air. Sooyoung was right, it was way less hot and stuffy out here, and there was a short walkway leading to a garden with some benches. Kun sat you down again there, rubbing your back as you stared listlessly out at the fountain in front of you. The fountain wasnât on, the water inside of it still, and the air around you quiet and empty. In the distance, you could hear the music from the wedding venue, the thumping bass, and above you, a few stars dotted the sky next to a silver crescent moon.
âIs this better?â Kun asked you quietly.
âYeah, thanks, Kun,â you replied shortly, still unable to shake the discomfort you felt from earlier. Despite your conversation with Sooyoung making sense in the moment, now that you were back with Kun, that uncertainty crept back into your mind.
âIt was a lovely ceremony.â
âYeah. SooSooâs dress is beautiful on her.â
âDo you want to go home? If youâre not feelingââ
You suddenly straightened up to look Kun in the eye. âWeâre going to get married, right? You do want to marry me, right, Kun?â
âWhââ He scrambled to grab your hands in his, holding them tight. âOf course, love. Yes, of course I want to marry you, Y/N. Why would you think I didnât?â
âI know we talk about it but⊠you havenât proposed. And youâve been acting weird tonight. And by weird, I mean normal. Like, not talking about marriage. Weâll be buying groceries, and youâll somehow bring up us getting married, but now weâre at an actual wedding and you havenât talked about us having one of our own at allâŠâ The dam broke, all of your anxious rambles coming forth at once. âNothing about if we should do this or that at ours, what flowers you might want, or evenâ You saw me at an altar holding a bouquet and are acting like itâs no big deal! You see our future in everything, but not today, and itâs been making me think that maybe you donât see a future anymore.â
Oh god, you were fucking crying now. This was not how you wanted this conversation to go. Tears spilled down your cheeks, and you pushed them away with the back of your hand as you sniffled and tried to calm yourself down.
âY/N, lovey, I am so sorry,â Kunâs voice was wavering too, and you knew he was holding back his own tears. âI do want to marry you, and I never wanted to make you think that I didnât. You were right earlier, Iâve been in the fucking stratosphere all day, and Iâve been going crazy trying not to say every single thing that pops into my head about marrying you because Iâve got your ring and everything planned out for the proposal and it was going to be soon, I just wanted it to be a surprise for you and I didnât want to accidentally spoil anything for you. But I never meant to hurt you, and I am so, so sorry that I did. God, I love you so much, it felt like my heart was going to give out when I saw you at the altar with a wedding bouquet, and then dancing after the first danceââ
You crushed your lips against his, letting go of one of his hands to wrap a hand around the back of his neck. He cupped your cheek softly, even as you kissed him like you hadnât seen him in decades, and like you might never again, feverishly, past the point where you were out of oxygen and your head started spinning. Kun pulled back to pick up your left hand, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss on your ring finger.
âIf I had it with me, Iâd put your ring on you right now,â he promised, pressing another kiss to the empty knuckle. âHell, we could elope tonight, find a drive-thru chapel.â
âThe boys might feel left out,â you chuckled, pulling his mouth back to yours.
He hummed appreciatively against your lips, adding in between kisses, âGoodâ point. Pick them up on the way?â
âItâs past their bedtime.â You kissed him again. âTheyâd be cranky if we woke them up now.â
âFoiled again by two five-year-oldsâ bedtime,â he sighed dramatically, leaning his forehead against yours.
âSo how were you going to do it?â
âDo what?â
âPropose to me.â
âIâm still going to?â
âWell, I feel like I just ruined your surprise.â
âMe telling you what itâs going to be, would be ruining the surprise,â he scoffed and pulled back to let you see his indignant features. âWhich Iâm not going to do.â
You laughed, pecking his cheek. âIâm looking forward to it, my love.â
âAnd Iâm looking forward to marrying you, and spending the rest of my life with you,â Kun sighed dreamily, pulling you in closer and resting his head against yours again. âI meant it when I said Iâm always in the stratosphere with you, you know.â
âMe too, Kun.â You looped an arm around his back and under his suit jacket.
A few beats of peaceful silence went by, neither you nor Kun speaking, just the distant sounds of the music from the wedding, your own synchronized breathing, and a far-off train horn. You looked from the fountain up at the glowing half-moon above you.
âThank you, lovey,â Kun broke the quiet, and you shifted your gaze to him, raising a curious eyebrow.
âYouâre welcome?â You replied with slight amusement. âFor what, love?â
âSomebody once told me that the whole point of being a parent was letting our kids know that theyâre not alone in all this,â he began, rubbing his thumb over your shoulder where his hand rested.
âWho said that?â
âYou did, lovey.â
âI did? Ooh, Iâm smart,â you chuckled, patting his thigh. âYou picked well, Qian Kun.â
He smiled at you fondly. âI know.â
âWhen did I say that?â
âBefore we were even dating, you had invited Junyi and me to your apartment for a charcuterie night. When we were making that pitch for the preschool fundraising committee.â
âOh, oh, oh, right.â You nodded quickly as the memories of that came flooding back to you. âYou remember me saying that?â
âOf course. You completely changed my view on parenting that night.â
âGlad it was so life-changing for you.â
âIt was also the moment I knew I was going to fall in love with you.â
You couldnât help but laugh maybe a little too hard, âOh, Kun.â
âWhatâs that laugh for?â He chuckled lightly despite his obvious confusion.
âIâm just remembering how I was totally going to jump your bones that night and then Junyi walked in. Meanwhile you are just⊠so sweet, as always,â you admitted, stroking his cheek with the back of your fingers.
Kunâs eyes crinkled as he laughed and keeled forward a little. You let him laugh into your neck, cradling the back of his head as his shoulders continued to shake.
âIââ He coughed into his elbow as he righted himself and tried to compose himself again. His eyes were sparkling with tears from how hard heâd laughed as he looked at you now, and you affectionately touched the crinkles around his eye as a couple more giggles escaped him. Once heâd finally sobered up enough, he tried again, âYouâve also helped me realize thatâs not just what being a parent is about, though. Thatâs what being a partner is, too. Making sure your person knows theyâre not doing it alone. And I hope thatâs how I make you feel, too.â
âQian Kun, love of my life that you areââ you shook your head and grabbed his face with two hands. âOf course you do, and itâs taking everything in me not to squish your head right now because of how much I love you.â
Kun just laughed again, covering your hands with his and slotting your lips together.
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Pairing > Vampire!Park Jisung x Fem!Reader
Genre > Comedy, Brotherâs Bestfriend (y/n is related to Chenle), fluff, sort of angst (not that bad), loosely based in the late 90s
Sypnosis > After surviving the brink of death, Park Jisung must navigate his new life as a Vampire, and what that means for the one sided love heâs had on his best friendâs sister for his entire life. Oh, and thereâs also an army of freshly turned Vampires trying to wipe out the entire cities population, leaving Jisung and his group of friends to try and put a stop to them.
Warnings > Blood (obviously), Cult references (like twice maybe?), Cursing, I think thatâs it?
Word Count > 18k (DAMN!)
A/N > I had way too much fun writing in stupid jokes so pls donât take this so seriously đ itâs just a silly story I hope you all enjoy <3
playlist > Love Bites- Def Leppard, Tear You Apart- She Wants Revenge, You slept on me- Allie X
Melody, October 13
Jisung couldnât remember what happened that ended with him in the hospital, but right now that was the least of his worries. He was sure he had heard from one of the nurses that he had at least one rib broken and his arm hurt like a bitch so it was probably fractured or something, but what he was most worried about was if his walkman was okay.
It was a gift from Chenle last week and if he broke it he was very sure Chenle would find a new bone to break in his body. He had just bitched at him for breaking the Tamagotchi he was babysitting while you were out of town, if he found out now that the walkman was broken, it would be over for Jisung. He let out a breath then winced at the pain the simple action had caused him.
Yeah, how the hell was he going to get out of this one.
It was two in the morning when Jisung had woken up from what was supposed to be his afternoon nap. The room was pitch black and the house stayed empty and silent, he turned on the lamp grimacing at the movement.
His shoulder felt like itâd been ran over by a train and he was sure it was due to the living room couch he had fallen asleep on. He had been telling his mom for the past year that the couch was better off six feet under, she held too much sentimental value towards it so it remained. He massaged his shoulder and reached for the remote that lay on the floor.
A quick scroll through the channels landed on the movie Jaws. He had been meaning to watch it ever since his boss had suggested it for a late night date with a girl. Not that he had a girl to watch it with of course, he was only trying to expand his tastes. It had nothing to do with the fact that Chenle had once mentioned that you were a fan of sharped tooth enemies.
The movie was still in the beginning from what he could tell since there was no shark in sight. It was when the young lady was dragged under the water that the movie was disrupted by the sound of his stomach growling. He forgot that he had eaten sleep for lunch.
The movie continued as he began searching the fridge for anything he could eat. An almost half empty jug of milk and lime flavored jell-o stared back at him. He sighed turning his gaze back to where the movie played. His eyes zooming in on the coffee table in front of the TV, where remnants of the last pack of cherry flavored jell-o remained.
His parents had left for some weird family thing he had no interest in pertaining to, and for that reason he was left to deal with the consequences. His stomach roared in hunger, he contemplated looking through the cabinets and finding something else to eat instead, but then heâd have to worry less about death by starvation and instead death by house fire.
He dug his hand into his pocket finding his wallet with three dollars to spare and a crushed mint. The mint would do nothing to fix his need for food, so the dollars would have to suffice.
If there was one thing Jisung was thankful for, it was to the employees who worked overnight shifts and Janice. She was the convenience store worker who would keep this seven eleven running on weekends during the deep hours of the night.
She had all the patience in the world which was perfect for the definition of indecisiveness himself, Park Jisung who was currently in the middle of a debate between spicy pork and spicy chicken ramen noodles for his late dinner.
He was standing for a good five minutes before his appetite began to beg, very loudly, for mercy. He grabbed a bag of shin ramen instead, grabbing a coke from out of the fridge and heading straight to the counter.
âHas it been slow?â Jisungâs voice wrung silent to Janiceâs ears as she scanned the items on the table.
He figured she mustâve not heard him and cleared his throat. âI appreciate you for working so late at night, people like me tend to skip meals and itâs pretty convenient to have a store like this open at this time.â
She began to place his items into a bag. âThat must be why they call it the convenience store.â He let out a humorless laugh.
âYour total is two fifty.â Janice replies flatly.
He hands her the last of his three dollars, grabbing the bag from the counter. âKeep the change.â He walks away overlooking the scowl on her face.
As he walks out of the seven eleven and makes his way through the alley straight to his house, thereâs a whistle that stops him in his tracks. He pauses for a moment, trying to make out whether or not the sound was further or closer to him.
Where the hell is this coming from?
He continues walking this time much more careful than before, his friends would probably mock him for being such a scaredy cat but he couldnât help the ominous feeling he got in his gut.
He jumps when the power suddenly goes out, only making the alleyway appear much more obscure than before. His body tenses, whispering to himself,
Please donât be a ghost.
He hears a crash, taking that as his cue to run off down the rest of the way. His breathes grow heavier as he sprints down the alley, hearing footsteps follow behind him.
His eyes shut in fear, which is something that Renjun would probably tell him is in the book of 101 horror stupidity, but right now he couldnât give less of a fuck. It feels like an eternity once he makes it out of there, he sighs in relief but only for a moment. He can feel eyes on him.
âFuck Fuck Fuck.â He whispers again, turning his body to look at the source of the footsteps. Yeah, definitely 101 horror stupidity.
He peeks his eye open staring into, nothing. Thereâs nothing but the dark alleyway that faces him, he feels himself relax. Itâs still very dark, heâs guessing most of the cityâs lights went out too instead of just the power from in the alley. His friends were definitely going to laugh at him when he told him about this later.
He turns around, ready to make his way back on route. The bag of ramen had fallen to the floor at some point during his chase so he leans down to grab it from off the ground. A weird smell reaches his nostrils, pulling a scowl from his face.
The moment he looks up his heart sinks. Itâs only for a split second that he sees the face, no, a mask of a person right in front of him. The person grabs onto him with immense strength and throws him into the wall.
Jisung lets a cry out in pain, using his arms to protect his head from injury, itâs a tip heâd learned in nature documentaries when bear attacks happened. The person began climbing onto him its nails sharp, piercing onto his arms. He lets out a yelp, trying to push them away but they wonât budge.
Since his hands are no use, he gathers all of his strength to kick them away, it works. The figure falls to the ground and stumbles for a second before regaining their position. Itâs when he looks it in the eye that he realizes this isnât a person. The way the creature moved was so inhumane, it had Jisung wondering if this was all just a dream.
Heâs very quickly reminded that it isnât, the creature climbs over him digging its nails into the flesh of his abdomen. He screams, feeling the warm blood begin to pool outside of his body when a hand goes to his mouth and forces him silent. The thing looks into his eyes and gives a wicked smile, digging itself into his neck.
Jisung feels a sharp pain almost like puncture wound, his body feels as if it was set on fire. A tear rolls down his cheek, his eyes closing from the pain.
This is it. Iâm going to die.
He thinks to himself as his life flashes before his eyes. He thinks of his friends and how theyâll never get to play the next rumored Mortal Kombat, he thinks of his parents and how he wishes he went with them to go visit his aunt because then he wouldnât be in this situation, but most importantly he thinks of you.
Your smile that always gave him butterflies, your laugh that he couldnât help but reciprocate, and his feelings heâs had for you since the day Chenle invited him over and he ran into a six year old you who had gotten into your moms makeup.
He feels a content warmth all of a sudden, his body falling unconscious. His eyes slip closed, heâs too far out of it to notice the way the creature had left at the sound of someone yelling from the distance. The last thing he hears is the sound of a voice, before finally succumbing to sleep.
Itâs been a week since Jisung was discharged from the hospital, his injuries somehow healing about ten times faster than expected. And although he wasnât going to complain that he was finally back home, he couldnât help but wonder how it is that none of his doctors seemed interested in the slightest in his abnormal recovery process.
These past days he found himself glued to the couch. His parents had called to check in on him about three days ago, he didnât mention the whole almost dying thing. The last thing he wanted was his mom freaking out and driving recklessly to get back home.
He didnât want any company right now. Thatâs exactly why heâd been ghost in his group chat and hadnât shown up to work for the past few days. He was sure he wouldâve been fired if his boss was anyone other than Renjun, but luckily the elder had a soft spot for him.
His job and social life werenât the issue right now, the issue was that he was starving once again, or more like he never stopped. His stomach felt like it was going to burst for the past week, and every meal heâd tried to make would only end up in chunks down the toilet.
Now Jisung was no Gordon and he knew that, but youâd think eggs were digestible enough that it wouldnât come back out of his throat. He was wrong. He hadnât ate for the past days and he knew if he even had the energy to stand up and stare at the mirror heâd only see a ghostly version of himself.
His head begins pounding, his body used to the headaches and shivers he gets whenever the thought of hunger crosses his mind. He pulls his blanket closer to him, hoping this feeling wonât last longer than five minutes.
The sound of footsteps creep up, Jisungâs ear twitching at the sound before a loud banging noise comes from his door. He sighs, standing up with more effort than usual and opens the door.
Chenle shoves past him towards the couch, âYou little fucker, we were supposed to go to the arcade three days ago and you didnât even show up. Then when me and Xiaojun asked Renjun if he had seen you he says youâve been absent from work for over a week now?â
Jisung stands there waiting for Chenle to finish his rant. It was no use trying to explain, not now anyway. His best friend was stubborn and wouldnât listen to anything until he was done talking. He zones out but only for a second, smelling a very pungent iron smell from Chenle, he feels his throat close up gagging on instinct.
âDid you just fucking gag at me? Park Jisung I will end you,â He cuts himself off finally taking in the appearance of the man in front of him. âThe fuck happened to you?â
After a very brief explanation, Chenle sits on the couch way too comfortably for Jisungâs liking. He wasnât a fan of feet up on his couch. âSo youâre saying you literally died and didnât tell us a thing? Wow, wait til Renjun hears about this.â
âHe wonât ask so thereâs no point in saying anything, besides Iâm okay now.â The lie feels funny coming out of his mouth, and with the way heâs known Chenle for over ten years, he knows Chenle can tell heâs lying.
âAre you an idiot or do you just take me for one? Youâre obviously not okay Jisung, look at you.â He stands up heading towards the cabinets searching for the one filled with over the counter medicine.
âItâs not going to work, iâve been taking all types of medication for the past days and nothing works.â
Chenle being the stubborn fucker he is, only gives up on his search once he realizes there are no more pill bottles in the cabinets.
âWell have you ate?â
Jisungâs stomach curls at the thought, the feeling of stomach acid rising up his throat. âI have, I just keep throwing everything up.â
âWell did you cook it?â Jisung nods his head, âMaybe thatâs the problem.â
âI tried take out too, no point.â
âWell then you have to go to the doctor, iâm not sure how youâve even survived this long without eating.â
âSleep.â
âYeah of course thatâs how.â He rolls his eyes finding his way back to the couch. Silence fills the room which was an important moment that shouldnât be taken for granted given Chenle was a talker.
A minute passes until Chenleâs eyes light up. Jisung feels a headache coming on, knowing the next words out of his friendâs mouth was either going to be stupid or annoying. âThe sun is good for you, my mom always told me that It helps your mood when youâre sick.â
âBullshit, you never go out.â Just as Chenle could read Jisungâs lies, it worked vice versa.
âOkay fine you got me there. I just thought maybe iâd surprise you with a special person who wants me to pick her up from the airport,â He looks to his watch, âsoon.â
Jisungâs heart fluttered at the thought, there was no way .You werenât supposed to be returning until Christmas break. âYouâre lying.â
He shrugs standing up and walking towards the door, âThen donât come, but if y/n asks iâm going to tell her that you didnât care to tag along.â
If thereâs one thing Zhong Chenle loved to do, it was lie. Heâd argue it was only exaggerating the truth but Jisung knew better than that. Thatâs why now he finds himself pausing for a moment and falling into a trap.
You were Chenleâs little sister and Jisung was best friends with Chenle. Thatâs how it started at least until Chenle had became a closer friend and you slowly integrated into their friendship.
Somewhere along the line, Jisung thought of you as someone more than just Chenleâs little sister, more than just a close friend, and more than just puppy love. Heâd never had the chance to do anything about it, you had moved away to study abroad a year and a half ago.
If he were being honest with himself, he wouldnât have been able to confess anyway. The thought that you might not feel the same way was enough to scare him into silence. Heâd admire you from afar if it meant youâd still be in his life.
Chenle doesnât know but he also doesnât not know about how he feels, and thatâs why his stupid lie is enough to convince Jisung to get up off of his ass and go with him to pick you up.
âFine, iâll go.â Chenle smirks at him opening the door. âDonât make that face itâs weird.â
His friendâs dolphin like laugh pierces his ears. âSo cute.â
Jisung felt like his entire body was going to explode, not figuratively speaking but literally. Only this wasnât because of some weird food combination Xiaojun stuffed down his throat during a hot pot, no this was serious. The sun was shinning way too bright, everything was way too loud, and he still couldnât help the weird intense smell of iron, this time coming from everyone.
Chenle asked if he had been drinking, that it seemed like he had a hangover, to which he replied he wished it was. A hangover felt like paradise in comparison to the overwhelming pain Jisung was trying so hard to hide. He didnât want to be a buzz kill and make you feel uncomfortable by his presence.
He felt bad enough that Chenle had mentioned to you that he went MIA and thatâs part of the reason you booked a flight back home sooner. You were planning on visiting anyway, but still, he felt guilty knowing he caused you distress.
âShe should be coming out soon,â Chenle says waiting by the luggage carrier, he glances over at Jisung. âCalm down already, youâre making me anxious.â
Jisung frowns, âI told you this wasnât going to work, if anything I feel worse than before.â
Chenle shrugs, âLetâs see how long that lasts.â Before Jisung can respond the sound of a yell shakes him to his core, not particularly because of how loud it was, but because he could recognize that squeal from anywhere. Heâs sure heâs memorized just about everything about you.
You run towards your brother jumping into his arms, Chenle feigning disgust but carrying you anyway. âGross, get off of me you animal.â
You hop back onto the floor, slapping his arm playfully. âYou are still just as bitchy as before. Iâm telling mom that you called me that by the way.â
âGo for it, sheâd agree with me anyway.â
âSo full of yourself no wonder your head just gets bigger everytime I see you.â you gesture an explosion with your hands.
Jisung lets a laugh slip out, Chenle and you finding his eyes in the next second. You run over to Jisung in a millisecond, clinging to him like a bear. He smiles to himself wrapping his own arms against you tighter only letting go of you once he notices the questioning look Chenle gives him.
âWhere have you been? Lele told me you went ghost and I was like Park Jisung? What better does he have to do that he canât answer the phone you know?â Chenle chuckles at the accidental insult, youâre too busy rambling to tell him to knock it off though. âI was worried for you! So then I was like no I have got to go back sooner and make sure heâs okay.â
Your eyebrows furrow finally processing the state of him, his clothes are sleeping clothes full of wrinkles and complimentary to his under eye bags that make it seem like the clothes were just for show.
âJiwi? Whatâs wrong?â His stomach flutters at the use of his old nickname. âYou look so pale.â Your thumb traces his cheek. âShould we go to the doctor?â
His breath hitches at the contact. âThatâs really not necessary.â He feels the nausea hit him once again this time stronger than itâs ever been along with a sudden lightheadedness making his vision go blurry.
âYouâre not okay.â You step closer to him holding onto his arms. The feeling only gets worse. He smells a hint of sweetness coming from you, his stomach churns, only this time he realizes how hungry he really is.
He backs away from you, almost tripping over his own feet. âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â Chenleâs voice sounds muffled. Itâs the last thing that he makes out before he loses consciousness.
Am I in Heaven?
Jisung thought as he opened his eyes to a bright white light. It took a minute for him to figure that he was far from there. He recognizes the hospital room pretty easily, he had just gotten out of it less than two weeks ago so it was still fresh in his brain.
He looked over to his right, seeing an empty fluid bag that was connected to a tube on his arm. He pulls the tube flinching, only to realize there wasnât even a bit of pain from him ripping it off.
He sits up, looking around the empty hospital room stretching his arms forward and popping his fingers. Itâs in that moment that thereâs a subtle knock on the door revealing, a tall man wearing glasses standing. The man wears glasses, he has a white jacket on and his hand is carrying aâ blood bag?
âPark Jisung, iâm glad to see youâre awake.â The man smiles.
Jisungâs face turns to one of concern, âHow do you know my name?â
The manâs face mimics his own, âIâm your doctor.â
âOh.â He replies embarrassed.
That didnât explain what brought him here though, or where his friends had gone, or why the man had a blood bag in his hand like it was an accessory. He was going to ask another question until the man spoke again.
âMy name is Kun, Iâm glad you came here in time it was almost too late.â
Too late? For what? Jisungâs eyes widen, âAm I terminal?â
Kun sniggers before coughing seemingly to compose himself, âLet me explain.â
Jisung nods slowly so Kun continues, âYou fainted. You may have not realized it yet, but you have completed your process and with the lack of blood running through you, your organs began to shut down. We hooked you to that blood drip earlier for the meantime, you have consumed about four pints which would explain why youâre fully conscious.â
The words feel like a game of scrabble to him, only furthering his confusion. âThis should be your fifth and final bag and after that you should be free to go, but really you should make sure youâre consuming enough. Iâm going to leave you with another card,â
He reaches into his front pocket and hands Jisung a small business card. âThis is my friend Taeyong who should have blood supply for you, if you run out he can help you with that too.â
Itâs at this point that Jisung is very lost, âIâm sorry what? Consumed? Organs failing? Blood Supply? What?â
Kun stares pitifully at him, âYou werenât aware? Jisung, youâre a full fledged Vampire.â
Jisung doesnât think heâs ever heard such a ridiculous sentence. He canât help the fit of laughter that escapes him. âOkay this is a prank right? Theyâre playing a prank on me for going all ghost, very funny Chenle you can come out now.â
Kun clears his throat, âI know it might seem strange but itâs true. You have to take this seriously, going so long without any blood ingested can end up with youââ
âIâm sorry, I justâ this is insane. A vampire?â He laughs, âThereâs no way.â
âYouâve been getting headaches right? Your sense of smell is heightened, you can hear better than you ever could before, you feel hunger but any food youâve consumed wasnât enough.â
Jisung gulps, thereâs no way any of that meant anything, except it made more sense of things that weighed his mind for days. The way he could smell such a strong metal smell off of Chenle, the way he heard footsteps up the stairs before they even made it to his door, maybe this wasnât a prank after all.
âYou have to take care of yourself, Jisung. Going so long without food is deadly.â Jisung looks down at the paper in his hand. âLee Taeyong, thatâs his number. He should be able to explain more to you.â
âI donât understand, I was normal just two weeks ago.â
Kun offers a compassionate smile, âItâs hard to make sense of it, but you will.â He offers the blood bag. âThis is the last you need and then you should be fine.â
âThank you.â He replies softly, accepting the bag and poking at it like itâs a dead bug.
âIâm only glad nothing worse happened to you, it was irresponsible of me to let you go the first time without speaking to you one on one.â He hands him a straw to poke through the bag.
âI donât understand, have we met before?â
âYou were my patient the day you were left out to die. I got caught up with other patients so I had you discharged hoping you could call the number I left behind to get answers.â
It takes Jisung five tries until heâs able to poke the straw through the blood bag. The smell hits him instantly, his fangs protracting as if heâs ready to attack. He follows his instincts telling him to drink. âWhat number?â
Kun nods his head towards the card. âThat same one, I left it to one of the nurses to give to you once you were discharged.
Jisung pulls away from the straw covering his mouth in shock, âOh that, I thought that was a card from those cult recruiters so I threw it out.â
The breath the elder lets out is between one of frustration and annoyance, âThatâs okay, you got back here anyway.â
He takes another sip before remembering, âOh, I came here with my friends. Did you send them off?â
âOh yes, I believe I may have seen them heading towards the hospital cafeteria.â
Jisung nods. That seems about right for Chenle at least. âVery well, I have more patients to see. Once youâre done drinking feel free to leave.â
âThank you again, sir.â
âJust Kun is fine,â He smiles, âI have a feeling we will definitely be seeing each other more often now.â
âThank you, Kun.â
He lets out a shaky sigh once the room is left empty again. Never in Jisungâs life would he had ever predicted this to happen, or even that Vampires existed. It still felt like a joke but he knew better now. There was no reasonable explanation for why he had been able to survive that attack, or not survive.
Being a Vampire was still really confusing, did that mean he was dead? Heâd been out in the sun today and he didnât burn to death so that had to mean not all Vampires myths were true. Who was he kidding, he needed to reach out to whoever the fuck Kunâs friend was and fast.
He was so distracted by his own thoughts he failed to notice the door open. He looks up into your frightened eyes, he throws the blanket over himself to cover the blood hoping you didnât notice it.
âIââ You cut yourself off, âWas thatâ Were you drinking a blood pint?â
He shakes his head mumbling, âI wasnât doing anything.â
âReally Jisung is that the best you can come up with?â
âYou literally were you still have red on your lips.â You say motioning your hand over your face.
He covers his mouth, âItâs cherry Jell-o.â
You lock the door stepping closer to him. He shifts himself so the blanket completely covers his lap where the blood pint lays. He wasnât a good liar, especially not with you. You uncover his lap, gasping at the bag in front of you.
âPlease I can explain,â He jumps up ready to explain. Your squeal cuts him off before he can speak another word.
âI knew it, they had to be real. You know I partially moved away cause I assumed Vampires would be more to the West but well was I wrong.â You face him, eyes sparkling. âI never thought theyâd be hiding right under my nose.â
Jisung was lost, and not the kind of lost when he was seven and left behind at the zoo. He was the kind of lost where he felt ten pages behind the learning unit.
âJisung.â You take a seat beside him, way too close for someone who just discovered Vampires existed. âHow could you not have told me this?â
You stay quiet awaiting for his answer. âI didnât know.â
Now you look lost so he tries to explain, âThis is also a new thing, It kinda happened not too long ago. I found out just now, like two minutes ago when the doctor told me.â
âYour Doctor?â You speak slowly as if you were making sense of the words.
âHe told me I could call him Kun. It turns out like two weeks ago when I got attacked I became this.â He flaps his hands up. âIâm not sure if I was supposed to share that information with anyone though.â
Youâre silent for a solid minute, which is pretty good considering that when he found out he was only in denial. He takes in a breath, he wouldâve taken you rejecting him over turning into a vampire if that meant you were scared of him now.
âI see, so you donât understand any of this?â
He shakes his head, âKun gave me this paper though, he said that this person will help me better understand and supply me with⊠what I need.â He trails off.
You take the paper in hand, observing the number. âSo then we have to get in touch with this guy.â
âWaitâ we?â
âHello Jisung, this is not french class. Yes, we.â
âThereâs only two of us though?â
You pause, standing up from the hospital bed. âLele, youâve got to tell him Jiwi.â
The thought hits him like a bus, thereâs no way he could ever tell Chenle. Not only was he scared about what his friend would think, but also how would he feel about him being close to you. Chenle didnât like to admit it but he was a very protective older brother, one time a guy made fun of you in the third grade and he punched the guy.
He shakes his head, âNo. I canât, thatâd change so much.â
âNothing would change, youâre still the same Jwi he grew up with, youâre his best friend.â The more Jisung thinks about it the more he realizes that losing his best friend would automatically mean losing you too. Heâd rather die than let any of those things happen.
He just couldnât take the risk, what if Chenle hated him or like stabbed him with a cross or something. He wasnât really sure how this Vampire thing worked but still. This was too scary to even imagine so it had to be a no.
âJisung, I know how you are. Youâre worried.â You grab onto his face with both of your hands. He recognizes how weird this position looks, him looking up to you as you tower over him. âYou will be okay, Lele cares about you. If you keep this from him, once he finds out he would only be more upset.â
Jisung looks to the floor, âHe wonât find out.â
You poke his cheek with his thumb to grab his attention once more, âYou know you canât keep a lie.â
He lets out a heavy sigh, youâre right. He liked to think you both were the only ones who could read him like a book, but he knew better.
âFine.â
You squeal, âGreat, iâll go grab him now.â
He holds your arm gently yet tight enough to keep you from leaving. âAfter I meet with this guy. I have to better understand myself before just jumping out of the closet.â
You nod in understanding, âI understand, then letâs meet up with this guy tomorrow, yeah?â
âSounds goodââ Jisungâs voice is cut off by the banging on the door.
Your eyes go wide remembering you had locked the door, the sound of your brotherâs banging making you run straight to the door to unlock and open it.
âYou force me to bring everything up on my own and lock the door? Have fun sleeping with Daegal tonight.â He says, placing the food on the table.
The room goes dead silent, Jisung avoiding any eye contact with his friend. Chenle looks at both of you suspiciously, âYou guys werenât doing weird shit right?â
You choke on your own spit, âDonât be a creep Lele, this is a public place you know.â
He doesnât look convinced, raising his eyebrow. âThen stop acting weird, I didnât wait in line for like fifteen minutes waiting for Salty & Sweet Diner to make your sandwich for nothing.â
You reach into the bag, pulling your own meal out. âThanks Lele, I love you.â
âDonât be gross.â He tosses the bag at Jisung, âEat up, wouldnât want you collapsing in front of everyone again, it was embarrassing.â
âThanks,â Jisung speaks slowly, not sure if this meal would be able to go down especially given how heâd already ate, or drank, moments before.
âWhy is everyone so awkward?â Chenle bursts out, earning an awkward laugh from the two of you.
After calling the number Kun left behind, it took two tries until it actually connected. The person who had answered the phone left an address for Jisung to write down, which led him and y/n to where they stood now.
The house was enormous, and this was coming from someone who spent majority of his childhood in Chenleâs two story house. It was completely white, save for the deep rich wood color on the windows and the front door. Bushes surrounded the entryway, leading up to the entrance, flowers left in a garden to the left of the house.
âWow,â You whispered, Jisung loved the way your eyes twinkled when you were admiring something. He was sure his own eyes did the same whenever he looked at you. âThis is beautiful.â
He keeps his eyes on you, âIt really is.â He thinks for a moment about how nice it would be to live in a house with you like this, but heâs snapped out of the dream quickly once the front door opens.
âJisung right?â The voice comes from a figure hiding behind the door. âYou can come in.â
Jisung heads into the house, you following behind him. You grip onto his arm and heâs not sure if itâs subconsciously but he canât help but feel shy at the touch.
âTake a seat,â You both listen, taking a seat on the couch. âOkay Iâll start by introducing myself, I am Lee Taeyong. You can call me Tyong. Jisung, you brought a human?â
âI already know,â You respond abruptly his gaze finding your own. âI found out when he did.â
âAh I see, you guys are together then?â
Jisungâs eyes feel like they popped out of his skull, heâs quick to dismiss the question, âNo. Well sheâs my friend and I trust her and if you mean literally then yes, weâre together right now butââ
Your strident voice cuts him off, âHe gets it Jisung.â
Taeyong looks at the both of you like he has you both figured out, but he doesnât press any further. âWell, in that case let me explain to you what this new form means.â
Jisung nods, ready to hear what this new life intels.
âFirst part, I think Kun told you, but you need to make sure you are consuming enough blood. That way your organs wonât deteriorate. You should be fine with about six pints within a week, do not try and go any further than that, itâs very unsafe.â
âThis is what caused him to faint before right?â Your voice rings out. He finds it awfully adorable how much you want to learn about him, even if itâs not technically just about him.
âPrecisely, thatâs why you should also make sure he is drinking enough. You both have my number so be sure to call whenever you may need blood, I know fledglings find it difficult to drink straight from the source.â
âBy straight from the source you meanââ
Taeyong nods towards you, âYes, humans. Itâs actually safer that way, for both Human and Vampires. As a vampire you wonât have to worry about never having blood and as a human, well Iâve heard the feeling is euphoric.â
Jisung bites his lip to keep from embarassing rambling, âYeah Iâm not sure I feel comfortable doing that.â
âThatâs fine, there is another thing, erase those myths you hear. Garlic is fine, Crosses are fine, and feel free to walk in the sun. Although, keep in mind it does drain energy more, so avoid being in the sun when youâre low on blood.â
Realization hits Jisung in that moment, that must be the reason he had fainted at the airport. âI tried eating, I couldnât. I kept vomiting everything.â
Taeyong hums for a moment before responding, âCould that have been because of the fact that you hadnât fed?â
Jisung nods, âYeah, I wasnât drinking any blood for that time I just kept sleeping.â
âWow,â You sound excited, âSo basically youâre immortal right? Any cool super powers we should know about?â
Taeyong lets out a laugh, it eases Jisungâs anxiety about the assumingely elder man. He was scared being a Vampire would be ten times worse than it actually was. âWell there are its downsides, for one donât expect to be able to walk into any house without an invite.â
You let out a laugh, Jisung canât even take offense, given the situation is pretty hilarious. âSo youâre saying jiwi needs to ask before coming over?â
âBefore entering the premises, yes. Itâs not too bad though considering you do have better hearing, eyesight, and quicker reflexes.â
Jisung grins, âYouâre right, is there anything else?â
Taeyong wonders for a moment before continuing, âDonât worry about dying, itâs practically impossible for a Vampire to die besides starving to death or⊠wolf venom.â
âWhat?â You jump up from your seat, âThereâs wolves too?â
âYa ya ya,â Jisung pats the couch for you to sit down again, his words contradict the beaming smile he has watching you get so excited.
You take a seat, âIâm sorry this is just, this is so much like the books.â You lightly slap Jisung on the shoulder.
âDonât get too cocky, the reason is because wolf blood is fatal to our kind. If it were to somehow be ingested, you would die.â
âI understand.â
âThis is great, thereâs no way you would ever come close to contact with a vampire, Jiwi this is amazing,â You pinch his cheek earning a look from Taeyong that youâre too distracted to notice. âDo you happen to have a phone? I need to call my brother to come pick us up.â
Jisungâs eyebrows raise, âI thought we were going to take the bus back?â
âWell Itâs better to tell lele now, you know everything there is to know. Could I borrow your phone?â
âFeel free,â Taeyong replies, âItâs in the furthest room down the left.â
âThank you, sir.â You run out quickly, skipping steps as you make your way to your destination.
Jisung smiles to himself, feeling shy now that youâre gone. âYou like her, a lot.â
His eyes meet the elder, âIâ We grew up together.â
âSo then you love her?â He feels his face get warmer, lifting his hands to cover himself. âThey say blood taste the sweetest from someone you love.â
âOh I couldnât do that, I would never put her in such a risk.â
âYou couldnât, Vampires naturally have strong resistance, even fledglings, such as yourself. Thereâs no way of turning someone without bringing them to the brink of death, and biting them then. If a vampire were to lose themselves and kill a human, itâd be purposefully.â
Jisung stays quiet, not really sure what to say.
âWith that being said, Human and Vampire relationships arenât easy. You must keep in mind that even though you donât have to worry about hurting them physically, you can still do so emotionally.â
Taeyongâs voice comes out rough, as if he was speaking from experience. Jisung is curious and doesnât want to press, but he also knows if you were to ask him later about it youâd be disappointed in his limited information.
Picturing your disappointment is enough to get him to inquire. âBy emotionally you mean?â
âImmortality isnât something everyone yearns for. Itâs a blessing to some and a curse to others, I speak from experience.â
Jisung can see the pain in Taeyongâs eyes, so this time he refuses to ask further. He hates the awkward silence so he tries to find a new topic of discussion, âWait, you mentioned how Vampires are very resilient, how is it that I was attacked and became the way I did?â
Taeyong ponders for a moment before replying, âDid you happen to make out the state of the Vampire?â
Jisung shakes his head, âI just remember my guts being split open and then the piercing fangs in my neck.â
âThatâs strange, It could be something relating to the current rise in fledglings. Thereâs been many like yourself who have been attacked for the past week. Usually if a vampire loses all control, then thereâd only be people left dead.â
âThis doesnât seem like a coincidence then.â Your voice rings out from beside them, âIsnât it more purposeful if thereâs more vampires turning than deaths?â
âIt seems so, Iâll have to look further into it. For the meantime you shouldnât worry, this isnât a problem you should deal with.â
Jisung stands from his seat, âThank you once again Taeyong, the help you and Kun have been means a lot.â
âIt isnât a problem, make sure you take care of yourself okay?â
âLele is parked outside, it was nice meeting you Yongie.â You say with a smile.
He freezes for a half second, returning your smile shortly after. âYou too, y/n.â Jisung gets whiplash from the shift, almost questioning his own memory of the situation.
You pull onto his arm dragging him outside of the home to meet with your brother. The door closes and soon after you speak up, âWe have to find out what weird shit is going on.â
âHuh?â
âYou heard me. Thereâs obviously someone purposely turning innocent people into vampires, we need to find out why and who.â You turn your gaze to his, âDo you remember anything weird about your attacker?â
Jisung tries to remember as much as he can from the attack besides the feeling of bleeding out and the burn of the bite piercing his skin and turning him into what he is now. He thinks back as much as he can until it dawns on him.
âThere was a man there. He had called out to the thing and it jumped off me in an instant. I thought he was just trying to save my life but if that were the case wouldnât the vampire have attacked him after?â
âSo this man, he mustâve had something to do with your attack. Jisung, this guy could be the person behind all of this,â You take a step closer to him, âDo you remember anything else?â
He tries to make out the face of the attacker, but the most he can imagine was the creepy face like mask on it. âThe way it moved, it was crawling. It wasnât normal, that thing wasnât Vampire or human like at all.â
âThese arenât any regular fledglings then, this could mean something way more.â
Jisung looks into your face again, he always loved the way you looked when you were deep in thought. Your brows would furrow in the cutest way and your teeth would dig into your lips in concentration. Your very plush lips that Jisung couldnât help but wonder how they would feel on his own.
A honk startles him, Chenle parked in front of the building waiting. The window rolls down, Chenle yelling out to the two of them, âHurry up before I leave you both alone!â
âSorry!â Jisung shouts out, his ears turning red.
Before he can run towards the car you squeal, shaking his shoulder, âThis is so exciting! We have to tell lele about everything and get ready to solve this case!â
Jisungâs mouth goes dry, you walk away before he has a chance to respond. He already knows that thereâs no way of stopping you once youâve got your mind set on something. Realistically he could try, but you were as stubborn as a bull, and also you had him wrapped around your finger.
He lets out a sigh, Please donât let this be anything serious He follows your lead towards the car.
A nuclear bomb was no match for the effect Zhong Chenleâs laugh had on Jisungâs ears. He had been laughing on and off for the last three minutes, and everytime Jisung tried to further explain, heâd only laugh more.
âOkay, okay iâm done,â Chenle says taking in a breath and wiping his tears, âso what was it you were really going to tell me.â
You made brief eye contact with Jisung before turning back to your brother, âLele, heâs telling the truth.â
âA Vampire, really?â He stands from his seat at the table and walks towards the fridge for a drink, âYou finally watched Dracula or?â
âNo, heâs being serious.â You stood up marching towards your brother. âDidnât you wonder how he suddenly got better at the hospital?â
He shrugs, âIâm guessing he had an IV drip?â
âChenle.â Your tone is very serious, itâs enough to make your brother stop with the jokes and hear you out. âAre you going to keep laughing or actually listen to what weâre saying.â
âIâm laughing because this is stupid, newsflash y/n Vampires donât exist and even if they did, what makes you think theyâd turn Jisung into one of them.â
âHeyââ Jisung interjects while Chenle adds, âNo offense.â
âOkay whatever then youâre never going to listen, Jiwi show him.â
Jisung pauses for a second remaining seated in his chair. He points at himself in question, âMe?â
You take a deep sigh, âWeâre trying to prove it to him arenât we Jisung?â
âRight,â He stands up putting his hands into his pocket, âwhat should I do?â
The door bell goes off in the house, none of them, with the exception of Chenle, knew there was company coming over. Chenle begins to head towards the door, âIf you guys are done being weird now, you can start taking the drinks out of the fridge.â
âJisung, your fangs hurry up and take them out.â
âI donât know how to do that on instinct?â
âWell try! Youâre gonna let him just think youâre a liar?â
âI told you this wouldnât work!â You groan before pricking your finger with a pin. âWhat are you doing?â
âMaybe if you smell blood theyâll come out on instinct.â You shrug, the tiniest drop of blood forms on your finger. Itâs enough to make Jisung take two steps away from you, covering his mouth to hide the fangs that are forcing themselves out.
âLet me see!â You say, dropping the pin and walking towards Jisung. He backs away further hitting the wall behind him and shaking his head.
âY/n, your blood is really overwhelming, you can step away now.â
âI just want to see them, this is our way to show Lele.â
Jisung stutters, barring his teeth and unwrapping his hand from around his mouth slowly. You gasp at the sight of his fangs, leaning your finger forward to touch them.
âWhat the hell are you guys doing?â Chenleâs voice is enough to make the two of you jump away from each other.
Xiaojun who stands behind Chenle drops the bag of food on the floor. Even the loud sound of a bottle breaking isnât enough to distract from the awkward silence.
âYour teethââ Xiaojunâs voice comes out shrill, âYou have fangs?â
Jisung bows his head shyly, âSurprise.â
Chenle begins âYouâre aââ
âVampire!â Xiaojun shouts, âIâve read all about this on AOL!
âWhat are you talking about?â Renjun replies. Jisung hadnât even noticed him within all of the chaos. Vampires arenât real.â
Xiaojun shakes his head, âThey are, thatâs why thereâs been so many attacks lately.â
âThe news said it was Bear attacks.â
âOh come on, in Melody? Bears donât attack in cities, Renjun.â Xiaojun says.
Chenle cuts the both of them off, âJisung those teeth,â He signals to his face, âtheyâre real?â
âOf course theyâre real.â You say, stepping towards the counter to grab a rag and cover your wound. âThatâs what weâve been trying to tell you.â
In that moment Jisungâs teeth retract on their own, going back to normal. âGuess iâll have to explain everything now right?â
âSo youâre saying, thereâs some kind of vampire sire who is forming an army of mutant vampires?â
âThatâs exactly it.â You reply earning an eye roll from Renjun.
âI believe you, like I mentioned thereâs been so many attacks lately in the city. Something is happening and itâs unnatural.â
âThatâs the same thing you said when you got that chain email about a ghost spirit that fell down a well.â
âThat was one time, Chenle. This is not normal though, neither is the way Jisung had sharp teeth and suddenly heâs back to normal!â
âI donât have any other way of proving it, but iâm not lying.â Jisung says to his best friend, âI know it seems unreal but weâre telling the truth. We have to do something to stop this, you know how many innocent people donât end up like me and instead end up dead.â
Chenle thinks for a long moment before groaning, âI swear to god if youâre trying to get back at me for the wrong call prank I did on you last year, you will have your third trip to the hospital this year.â
Jisung smiles, happy his friend is fully trusting him even though the situation itself sounds straight out of a bad soap opera. Their cheers are cut short by Renjun.
âI for one think all of this is stupid. If what you guys are saying is true, what are we supposed to do about it? Jisung is the only Vampire here, weâre only human.â
âI have a plan,â Y/N speaks up, âSo I think since most of the attacks have been happening within the night and in remote areas, it would be better for someone to walk alone.â
âYou want one of us to act as bait?â
âNot one of you, me.â Chenle immediately sets his glass down, Jisung turning to meet your eyes.
âYou canât do that.â Both of them speak at the same time, Jisung continues, âI donât want any of you putting yourself at risks for me. I can go.â
âThat wonât work,â Xiaojun speaks, âyouâre already a vampire so you wonât be any sort of bait.â
âI am going, thereâs no question about it. You guys will just have to keep an eye out for me.â
âIâm not going to let you do that Y/N,â Chenleâs voice comes out low, âYouâre my little sister, if this is a real maniac then donât think for a goddamn second Iâd ever let you go through with something this dangerous.â
âIâm not asking for permission,â You raise your voice, âI am going. Unless any of you would rather.â
Itâs silent for a moment, Jisung wants to speak up but he knows better than to try. Chenle knew just as much also, you were more stubborn than he was.
âI think I know how we can keep in contact with you without getting too close,â Xiaojun comments, the rest of the group looking to his direction. âI got some Walkie-talkies, a lot of them. We can use those to make sure Y/N is okay.â
âGreat, bring them four days from today.â
âFour Days?â Jisung asks, heâd thought this would at least be postponed til they could let Taeyong know.
âMight as well get this over with,â Renjun says, Chenle doesnât look happy in the slightest so he offers a pat to his shoulder before continuing, âCalm down, thereâs likely nothing happening at all just as you mentioned. We go out and try and find these guys, we donât find shit, then we end up back here laughing the rest of our lives away.â
Chenle seems the furthest away from calm but gives in anyway, âFine, but letâs discuss details later, Iâm starving.â
October 26th
It was three in the morning by the time you guys had arrived beside some alleyway in the southern area of the city. Chenleâs car had stayed parked as you guys began discussing the plans for tonight.
âSo iâll be walking down the alleyway on the northern side, Chenle you stay here guarding the car, Jisung you need to make sure to stay free in case a fledgling pops up out of nowhere, Renjun you stay on the east side, Xiaojun you stay outside of the restaurant at the end of the alleyway.â
âI still donât think this is a good idea.â Chenle says, mostly to you. You ignore him shifting focus on Xiaojun.
âYou brought the Walkies right?â
âOf course I did.â He opens the bag on his shoulder, passing one walkie-talkie each to the entire group.
âHow can you afford this many,â Renjun asks.
Xiaojun shrugs, âYou can find anything on the web.â
Jisung grabs onto his walkie tightly, you turn to face him taking in the doubtful expression he has. âJiwi, donât worry iâll be okay. You have faster reflexes and better hearing than any of us, so donât be scared.â
He nods, itâs weird for him to be in this position now. Jisung wasnât used to being the one who stood out, he actually preferred to be the one in the background most days. This time he had no choice, he played the most important role here and that was to keep you safe.
âCould we talk for a bit?â He feels Chenleâs hand on his shoulder pulling him to the side. He follows the elder walking off to the side where their conversation wonât be overheard.
âI know this whole vampire thing is new to you too, itâs new to all of us and iâm not trying to put more weight on your shoulders butââ He takes in a deep breath. âPlease protect my sister. Sheâs very capable of standing up for herself most of the time, hell she even scares me sometimes but this isnât a regular person weâre dealing with according to you both.â
âI swear Chenle, I didnât want her to do this in the first place but,â
âShe has a mind of her own,â He sighs, âIâm well aware.â
âI wonât let anything happen to her, I know sheâs your sister and you love and care about her a lot but sheâs also very important to me too. I loââ He cuts himself off, âI care a lot about her.â
âYou donât have to hide it anymore Sung, well if you could consider making googly eyes at y/n anytime youâre around her âhidingâ.â
Jisung covers his shy smile before responding, âI didnât think you noticed.â
âWell everyone did, except y/n of course, sheâs denser than youâd think. I have no problem with you, youâre my best friend and I know what kind of person you are and how much you care about her, but I need you to promise that you will keep her safe tonight. If anything were to ever happen to her, Iâd kill you. Literally.â
Jisung knew that as much as he loved you, Chenle was always going to be protective over you. Itâs not a fact that anyone really dwells on, but for a large part of your upringing it was Chenle who was helping take care of you. Your parents were always out on business and yes there were nannys for you both growing up but still, nobody felt more of a responsibility for you than Chenle did even at the age of 6.
Thatâs why it means so much that heâs telling Jisung to watch over you. It means he trusts him enough to lift the weight off of his own shoulders, and make sure youâre happy and healthy, even outside of this insane situation and in a real relationship.
âIâd kill myself before letting something happen to her.â Jisung replies truthfully. He meant it, heâd never be able to forgive himself for not keeping you safe. The thought scares him, a life without you would be no life worth living.
Chenle nods, âThen make sure we all end up in one piece, including yourself, Iâm not sure how my sister would feel going bowling with a dead man.â
âWell iâm halfway there.â His friend laughs, slapping his shoulder.
âLetâs get back to the rest.â
âY/N, check check,â Thereâs no reply, âHello? Y/N can you hear me?â
You pick up the walkie bringing it to your lips, âXiaojun if you donât shut up, this plan isnât going to work.â
The voice comes through again this time in a whisper, âSorry.â
As you walk the alleyway you realize two things. One, you have to take in a stray cat, thereâs way too many roaming these streets and two, city sewage is disgusting. The smell is strong and disgusting, itâs like something died.
You roam the alleyway silently, no activity happening whatsoever. At this point it feels like youâve been walking for a solid five minutes, even though youâve only been there for less than a minute. Itâs until you turn the corner that you hear a noise from behind you.
You beg to the angels that Jisung can hear or see everything going on, before prompting yourself to run. You start running, the footsteps behind you going into sync with your own.
You fight the urge to look back, hearing the footsteps only get closer. You hold your breath turning the corner, it feels like your lost for a moment, your brain not processing the route your on and only trying to get you to safety.
Itâs when you take another right that you feel an arm hook onto your jacket, you rip it off of yourself, not in the mood to fight for your favorite jacket and become a late night snack for the fledgling.
You keep running forward, a light luminating at the end of the alley, only as you get closer you realize itâs a dead end.
âFuck.â
You reach into your pocket snatching the walkie out only a few feet away from the wall. âCode Black, Dead end.â
Renjunâs voice rings out, âLeft or Right?â
âRightââ The walkie in your hand is thrown out of the way, the fledgling grabbing onto your hand and throwing you against the wall with brute force.
You gasp once you look into its face, the fangs resemble that of a vampire but nothing else. Its skin reeks of rotten flesh, pieces of skin and bones protruding off of different parts of its body.
You hold in a gag as it pulls in close, itâs in that moment that youâre able to think fast and use the force of your elbow to push it off of you. You try running towards the walkie but itâs too fast, gripping onto your leg and pulling you backwards.
You use your leg to kick it away, the walkie is about a foot away, you crawl over and reach for it, successfully grabbing it. âCode Red! I repeat Code Reââ
Jisung appears in that moment, grabbing onto the fledgling and throwing it against the wall. You stare in shock, the adrenaline from the attack still running through your veins. Jisung is strong, but that fledgling puts in a good fight.
He throws the creature once again this time to the ground, baring his fangs in anger as he grips the throat of the fledgling. Heâs so out of it, is intent is to kill, thatâs until he hears your voice ring out.
âJiwi!â
He turns to face you, taking note of the way your leg was bleeding. His grip loosens, the creature already unconscious as he makes his way towards you.
âWhat happened? Why are you bleeding?â His worried eyes meet your own.
âI think when it dragged me its claws pierced my leg, itâs okay though iâm fine.â You say out of breath.
âY/N!â Chenle runs towards the both of you, Renjun by his side.
âHoly shit, this is real. All of this shit is real.â Renjuns eyes are wide in fear.
âYeah and instead of helping my sister you froze.â Chenle says angrily.
âIââ Renjun stutters out, âIâm sorry, I just couldnât believe my eyes.â
âHey itâs okay, Iâm fine. Jiwi got here just in time.â You say standing up with his help.
âI beg to fucking differ, youâre bleeding.â Chenle points at the blood on your leg.
âHey itâs okay, itâs nothing just a little blood.â You pat your brotherâs shoulder.
âWhere is Xiaojun?â Renjun says suddenly, all of you going silent.
âThis one was the only one, I didnât spot any other creature nearby so he should be getting here soon.â
The tension is still in the air, Chenle turning towards Jisung. âYou were almost too late, whatever happened to your promise?â
âI got here as fast as I could.â
âBullshit.â He sticks his finger directly to Jisungâs chest.
âGuysââ Renjunâs voice warns, though not fast enough.
âWhat promise? Iâm okay, why are the two of you acting as if iâm dead.â You make out before sharp fangs meet your shoulder. You feel a strong surge of pain, your body feels like itâs been set ablaze. Within an instant you fall to your knees, Jisung turning around to pull the creature off of you.
Heâs able to push it back, but this time itâs much more stronger, it throws him to the floor getting ready to plunge onto you again before Chenle gets in itâs way, a wooden plank in his hand. He uses the blank to block the creature from attacking, Renjun running to pick Jisung up from the floor.
The creature snaps the wood in half, causing Chenle to fall beside you, before it can attack once more, a noise sounds from behind it catching its attention.
âHey!â Xiaojun yells out, the creature turns around. He sprays it in the eyes causing it to go blind, it screeches, Jisung attacks causing it to go unconscious again, this time making sure itâs out fully.
The group take deep breaths processing the scene. Your body feels better from the bite, though your brother refuses to leave your side.
âWhat the fuck was that?â Chenle says at the same time Jisung asks, âPepper spray?â
Xiaojun shrugs, âHey I told you, you could find anything on the web.â
Going to the hospital for the third time this month wasnât something Jisung wouldâve guessed in his monthly bingo card, he was mostly losing anyway, who wouldâve thought becoming a vampire was more plausible than getting tickets to a Def Leppard tour.
Kun sits to the corner of the room in his office, using a computer to research whatever the heck is wrong with that thing they captured. Jisung turned his attention to the left, where you sat, Chenle guarding you like a dog.
He wanted to go to you, ask how you were feeling and if your leg was hurting, but he knew better than to interfere especially when Chenle was staring darts at him. He sighs trying to piece together what might have happened.
Thinking back on it, it was in a flash. He saw a man with a mask pass by the deeper end of an alleyway. He made the choice to follow after, realizing that might be the thing they were looking for. It was the second he got too close that the figure stared right into him.
A loud ringing noise sounded into his ear. He tried to keep staring, to make sure the figure wouldnât disappear. But the closer he got the louder the sound was, and the closer he got the more it became obvious. This wasnât a creature such as the one who attacked him before, this was a real life person, a Vampire.
Heâd heard the sound of your screams and it was able to snap him out of his trance, the man disappeared in front of him and within the next second he went towards the sound of your voice and attacked the monster.
He wished you didnât end up hurt in the process, it was his fault for becoming a vampire and even dragging any of you into this. It was a bite that Kun said would have no effect on you whatsoever, but he still couldnât help but feel angry at himself for not handling everything better.
He took in a heavy breath before Kun spoke up calling the attention from all of you. âI have gotten into contact with a few friends of mine, they suggest that itâd be better for the fledgling to stay here, while they come to further analyze it.â
âSo then what do we do in the meantime?â Your voice comes out smoothly.
âYou are in no position to help, none of you are. I understand you guys want to help but this is a battle for us to do, Jisung shouldnât have even been part of this.â
Before youâre able to argue, Jisungâs voice interrupts. âIâm sorry, sir.â
Kun sighs, getting a signal from his pager, âLook, I know you all want to help but itâs just not safe. Head back home and stay there, especially in the nighttime. That goes for you too, Jisung.â
The lot of you walk your way out of the hospital, waiting within your group for a signal to leave.
âOkay,â You speak, âI say we give it til tomorrow night then we go out again, who knows how many more of those creatures are out roaming. We could definitely try capturing as many as possible.â
âY/N. You got hurt, weâre not going to do this anymore.â Chenle replies. The rest of the group staying quiet until Renjun speaks.
âI think itâs better we listen to what Kun said, this isnât our battle to fight, we have no part in this. To try and get in between could end up with all of us dead, thatâs like horror stupidity 101.â
Jisung canât even laugh at the irony with the situation at hand.
âBut it does involve us, our city and people are in danger and you want us to hold back?â You argue, âIâm not going to sit back and wait for more people to die or end up victims to those things.â
âYou canât save everyone, Y/N donât you realize that?â Chenle shouts, âYou could have been that exact person youâre talking about and you still want to risk it?â
âThat didnât happen though,â You reply, âJisung got there just in time.â
âJisung didnât get there on time, if he did then you wouldnât be standing here with that bite on your shoulder.â
Jisung flinches at the words, he knows that Chenle is still mad at him, and honestly heâs mad at himself too. It was a big risk for everyone to be there. None of you know anything about these creatures and it couldâve ended with everyone dead, and the fault would be on Jisung.
He let you take control when he knew that it was unsafe. Heâs a vampire now, he isnât like the rest of you. If he were to go alone he would be fine, a scratch, a bite, anything and he would be okay but that wasnât the same for you guys.
âChenle is right, I shouldnât have even thought this would be okay. I put you all in danger tonight.â
âNo, Jisung donât say that,â You interject, âThis was all my plan, you didnât do anything wrong.â
âExcept for promising to keep you safe but of course he canât do shit right can he?â Chenle spits out.
âHey guys what the fuck.â Xiaojun tries intervening.
âYou canât put the blame on him, it was my idea on the first place.â
âAnd yet he knows better than to listen to your stupid ideas.â
Jisung canât help but feel a rush of anger, not when Chenle is purposefully trying to dig into his skin. âLike youâre any better than me?â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âGuys seriously, cut it out.â Renjun whispers, âPeople are staring.â
âYou know exactly what the fuck I mean. The reason Y/N had to leave to study abroad in the first place.â A flash of hurt passes through Chenleâs face but Jisung is too far deep to stop, âYouâre just upset that you couldnât protect her yourself because you were so in your own head you couldnât tell when your sister needed you.â
âFuck you Park Jisung, like you ever meant anything to anyone here. The only reason half of the people you know are friends with you is because of me. You had nobody then and I felt sorry for you, so if you think youâre better than me news fucking flash you arenât.â
The group goes silent save for your voice, âWhat the fuck is wrong with the both of you? Seriously youâre going to speak over me? I donât need any of your help I didnât need it then or even now.â
Jisung looks at you, tears brewing and ready to fall over. âJisung what would you know about why I studied abroad? You think some high school bullying was gonna drive me away thatâs not the kind of person I am. And Chenle, Seriously? You know for a damn fact that Jisung is as important to us as we are to him.â
You take in a breath, tears finally spilling from your eyes. âIâm not going to deal with the two of you fighting anymore, this is not why I wanted to come back early.â You walk away leaving the rest of the group quiet.
Renjun pulls onto Jisungâs arm urging him to step away, âLetâs go for now, the both of you could use some time away to cool off.â
The day had been slower than it usually felt, it was almost time to clock out for the night and even though the past three days were busy work days, it still felt weird. Jisung was used to late night arcade trips with his friends but of course being so stubborn meant neither him or Chenle had reached out to the other.
As far as he knew, Xiaojun was probably with his friend right now, whenever they two had their little petty fights. This time was different though, it was the biggest and longest fight theyâd ever had and they had been friends for practically a decade now.
It also hurt that in the past days he hadnât heard from you, he knew you were upset and didnât want to talk to him but would it kill you to reach out and just let him know you made it home safely? You walked out on your own, even with wild fledglings roaming the streets, that was a scary thought.
âYouâve been playing this song on a loop for the past twenty minutes.â Renjun groans.
âSorry.â
âDonât apologize now I feel bad.â
Jisung stays quiet, sweeping the floor as Renjun sits at the counter reading some horror comic. Renjun sighs placing the comic down before calling after Jisung, âCome on letâs talk.â
âThereâs nothing to talk about.â
âSure there isnât, thereâs also no reason youâve been playing Love Bites, your comfort song, for the past half an hour.â
âYou said it was twenty minutes earlier.â
âAnd that doesnât matter, tell me whatâs going on.â
Jisung takes a seat beside Renjun, looking down as he speaks, âI just. Me and Chenle have never gone this long without speaking. I donât even know why I said what I did, Chenle isnât at fault for anything. I just couldnât bite my tongue this time, not when he was blaming me.â
Renjun nods so he continues, âI was trying you know, when I found out I didnât want to tell any of you about any of this. I was going to just disappear, hide out with Taeyong probably and live out my early vampire days there but y/n found out right after I did.â
Itâs true, heâd even mentioned it to Taeyong once and the elder had said he would be okay with it. Itâd make it easier to stay on track of his blood intake and plus Jisung wouldnât have to be alone.
âWell iâm glad you didnât just leave, It would be really hard trying to find a new part timer to take your place,â Renjun jokes. âBut also, you should know Chenle was just being protective over y/n. Iâm not saying heâs in the right, he didnât have to keep pushing your buttons and iâm sure heâs thinking about that now.â
Jisung scoffs, âI doubt it.â
âJisung.â His voice is stern, âChenle does care about you, youâre his best friend. Iâm not going to sit and defend either of you, I think the both of you were immature, and frankly I think Y/N deserves an apology most right now.â
Heâd tried, only everytime he showed up to your house he got too scared that Chenle would answer the door, and he couldnât exactly just sneak in, Vampire rules got in the way of that.
âStop being a loser and talk to them. Itâs whatâs best for all of us, and yes I say yes. Xiaojunâs been calling nonstop everyday asking if iâve made any progress with you.â
Jisung laughs, âHas he made any with Chenle?â
I donât know why donât you see for yourself.â The phone rings prompting Renjun to stand up from his seat.
Jisung sat for a moment, Renjun walking past him. The faint smell of Iron hit him again, his stomach twisting in hunger. He hadnât had any blood for the past few days, Taeyong had said there was a delay in receiving any. A shortage apparently, and heâs willing to bet thatâs because of the increasing number of fledglings flooding the streets.
âJi, itâs Taeyong.â
Speak of the devil, Jisung gets up and takes the phone in his hand, âHello?â
âMeet back at my place now and bring your friends.â The line goes silent. He furrows his brows, placing the phone back in its place.
âWhatâd he say?â
âWe have to go, now.â
When Jisung had shown up to Taeyongâs house the last people he thought heâd see was there. Not that he wasnât going to tell Chenle and Xiaojun to show up, he was pretty sure if Taeyong called him that meant he also called you. There had to be a reason as to how he got Jisungâs work number. The thought only pained him though, he wished youâd just call him.
He meets your eyes for a second before you look away, his heart breaks knowing youâre still angry at him. Chenle approaches you, and you only step away ignoring his presence. Jisung wonât lie, the petty part of him is really enjoying the fact that heâs not the only one on your bad side right now.
Taeyong enters the room garnering attention from the group, Kun on his side. âSo, the results came inââ
âYou are not the father?â Xiaojun whispers, earning confused looks from everyone else. âSorry.â
Kun clears his throat, âItâs just as we thought these are not normal fledglings. It seems that a lot of these happen to be undead folks who were brought back and turned into Vampires.â
âIâm sorry, what?â Chenle asks.
âLike night of the living dead?â Renjun inquires.
âPrecisely. Weâre completely unsure as to how this is possible, but it seems there is a very strong sorcerer who is using necromancy to bring back the dead.â
âSorcerer? Like a witch? Thereâs witches?â You say in pure disbelief.
âThere are,â Taeyong speaks, âThough the magic form of Necromancy is forbidden, it appears thatâs the case here.â
âA witch is turning them into vampires after bringing back zombies?â Jisung looks to Renjun, âIâm fully sober right?â
âI know it may seem hard to grasp but think of it this way. You know Vampires and Wolves exist, well so do Demons, Witches, Fae, and all sorts of things. This sorcerer, they arenât a weak one, and theyâre most likely working with a Vampire as well.â
Jisung recalls back to the night youâd been attacked. There was a man who had somehow been able to stop him, what if that were the sorcerer they were referring to?
âI canât believe this, Vampires are one thing but for there to be more than just that?â Renjun starts.
âItâs true. I think I saw them, the sorcerer that is.â
The room is silent as Jisung reiterates the night in his memory, Chenle looking to the side with guilt in his eye.
âIn that case then what you say is true. We need to put an end to this.â You speak up.
âHow many undead fledglings have been reported?â Jisung looks to Kun and Taeyong.
âFrom what it seems,â Taeyong starts, âThe increase of vampire attacks and vampire numbers have been about thirty and ten within this past month.â
âTen? that doesnât seem so bad.â Xiaojun says.
âTen doesnât seem like much until you add them to the amount of people who need blood supply. Itâs hard for fledglings as they arenât sure how to hunt without accidentally killing someone. They need around six pints of blood per week, and with more people choosing to stay inside then it makes it harder for us to supply said vampires with blood.â
âSo youâre saying thereâs a blood shortage for Vampires right now and itâs mostly caused by some guy whoâs overpopulating them?â You reply.
âPrecisely, this is a major problem, not to mention this isnât any mistake. The rise of vampires would mean he could be building his own army.â
âA Zombie-Vampire hybrid army? For what purpose?â
Kun turns to Chenle, âTo take over this city, and eventually maybe the world.â
Jisung didnât want to panic but the thought was terrifying. Not only would this put a risk on all of his loved ones, but this wouldnât work out for Vampires either. Thereâs only one way that this could all end, and thatâd be with the entire world bursting into flames, not literally but also sort of literally. âThereâd be no one left.â
Taeyong nods, âWhich is why we must act fast, Kun and I are trying to track down the area we believe these creatures are spawning from.â
âHoly crap this is so much like a video game.â Xiaojun whispers under his breath.
âWait,â Chenleâs voice speaks through everyone, âI think I might know for sure.â
The rest of the group look to him waiting his response, âWhen I was guarding the car I thought I saw the creature guy run along through the buildings before he was able to reach y/n. I donât know how he didnât notice me, but he just walked past. It looked as if he came from the upper northern buildings.â
âThe abandoned Church.â Renjun adds, âThat place has a deeper underground level, I wouldnât be shocked to find out that happens to be the witches lair.â
âWell then it seems we know exactly where this place is, we can meet up there tonight, Three AM Halloweenâs eve.â
The groups agrees, everyone beginning to grab their stuff and head out. Jisung notices you and begins to take a few steps towards your direction, heâs too late though. You sped off before he could even get a word in which he realizes was on purpose, youâre still mad at him.
Heâs about to turn the other way when a hand taps on his shoulder. âWe have to talk.â Chenle says, walking away in hopes Jisung was following him out, he was.
Itâs silent as the two of them sit outside on some random bench that was right in Taeyongâs neighborhood. The sound of kids passing through on their bikes is the only sound before a peaceful quietness fills the air. Well, peaceful is an understatement, the air was thick with awkwardness.
Jisung thinks of what to say, he doesnât want to keep this fight going but he also isnât sure how to approach the conversation. He gives himself time to come up with a sentence, but to his surprise itâs Chenle who speaks first.
âIâm sorry.â Jisung blinks at him in shock, âI realize now how unfair I was acting, you only tried your best and you did well in protecting y/n. I was scared in the moment, it sounds like an excuse but itâs true. I love my family, but Y/N is my sister, she means the most to me and I realize now even as I canât control her, you canât either.â
Jisung sighs, âNo a part of you was right, I promised you I wouldnât let her get hurt and I couldnât even keep that.â
Chenle shakes his head, âNo, you did all that you could and in the end it was good enough, sheâs here and sheâs perfectly fine. Sheâs ignoring the two of us but besides that sheâs normal.â
âYeah sheâd always be the one most angry at us whenever we would get into our fights.â
Chenle laughs, âUgh donât remind me. That brings me to my other apology, Jisung in case you didnât know Iâm a liar. You do mean a lot to me, how could you not? You are the closest friend iâve ever had. All of what I said was only to hurt you, Iâm not gonna lie, when you told me I was the one who couldnât protect y/n a part of me was so angry. I wanted you to hurt the way your words hurt me, the way I was hurting me, so I said that but I never meant it.â
Jisung takes a deep breath, dammit he really was an easy crier. âI was only saying that to hurt you, it isnât true in the slightest. Thereâs nobody who has watched over Y/N the way you have. Sheâs practically a child you raised since your parents werenât always around. Iâm sorry I ever said that because it only diminishes the hard work you put into helping raise y/n.â
âDonât give me the credit, sheâs raised herself perfectly with the time sheâs been abroad. But thank you.â
âI hate arguing with you, I hate for you or y/n to be mad at me.â
âThatâs your people pleaser speaking. I know youâre still upset cause Y/N hasnât spoken to you, maybe you should talk to her?â Chenle Suggests.
âIf I could I would, I donât want to annoy her if she doesnât even want to be around me right now though. I understand her anger, we shouldnât have tried to make it seem as if she needed protection or a guard or anything, sheâs a free spirit, itâs who you have known her as your whole life, and the person I fell in love with.â
Chenle pushes Jisungâs shoulder playfully, âYou are so in love with her I donât know how you ever thought you were being subtle. I think all sheâs waiting for is for you to reach out. As for me, sheâs only mad because I was too stubborn to want to talk to you.â
âDid you only come here to apologize so y/n would talk to you?â Jisung raises his eyebrow.
âNo! I am really sorry, I was just being a stubborn asshole about it.â
âSo your usual self.â Another hit to the shoulder, âIâll talk to her and apologize fully.â
âYou better. We have bigger fish to fry now, thereâs a psycho witch on the loose as you know.â Chenle stands up from the bench. âIâll leave you to your moment of silence if thatâs what you want but before I go I want to let you know. Thereâs nobody else, besides me of course, that my sister has ever cared for in her entire life.â
âWhat does that mean?â Jisung says, Chenle already beginning to walk away.
âNope, you talk to her and ask her what I mean! By the way, meet up at my house when youâre done, we have a crazy witch to catch!â
October 30th
It was only hours after theyâd met up at Taeyongâs house, this time everyone stood in the living room of Chenleâs two story house. It was only an hour until Kun and Taeyong said theyâd show up, the rest of the âSupernatural Huntersâ, as Xiaojun had called them, were readying themselves.
Renjun had mentioned that maybe if everyone had their own pepper spray among other things, theyâd be better able to protect themselves. So Xiaojun had searched the web and found packs of smoke bombs, protective goggles, and holy water, which Jisung had told him wouldnât work.
Heâd also found some costumes at the local department store he thought would be very fitting for tonight, which is why the group of four boys were currently dressed in beige. Jisung hadnât seen y/n, not since earlier today or well yesterday, itâs got him feeling anxious. Itâs hard for him to pay any attention, even now as Taeyong and Kun show up and begin to explain the plans, he isnât focused.
âOkay then itâs settled, weâre going to break into this place and wreak havoc.â Xiaojun smiles smugly, this is a video game fantasy of his coming true.
âNot exactly, though given the dangers of being attacked by these monsters, I was able to secure these for those of you who arenât able to defend yourselves.â Kun unwraps a fabric bag, sharp knives falling onto the table below.
Gasps are heard, Jisungâs friends reaching in to grab onto some, Jisung is about to grab one until Taeyong stops him. âThose arenât ordinary, they have wolfâs venom imbedded in them. A touch of yours especially in your current state, could only end up making you weaker.â
Right, Jisung hadnât had an ounce of blood in days, he really needed to find some and quickly. It was unsafe to go so long without any bags, Taeyong had asked if she was rationing his bags. He failed to mention that the bags heâd had ran out a long time ago.
âSo these could kill Jisung?â Renjun says, his finger tracing the blade.
âMore so temporarily disable him, unless youâre planning on stabbing him, in that case yes he would cease to exist.â
A chill runs down Jisungâs spine, he can already feel the effects of going so long without feeding. Before anyone can call over Jisungâs attention, the sound of footsteps enter the room.
You stood there eyebrows furrowed, stepping closer to the group. âWhat are you guys supposed to be? Ghostbusters?â Kun masks a chuckle with his hand.
âWhat are you doing here?â Chenle pulls you to the side.
âI was invited here just as you guys were?â You say as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âCome on now, keep up.â
âI donât think you should do this, what about your bite.â
âMy bite is fine, I can move my leg and arm perfectly so thereâs no problem here.â
âY/N,â Jisung calls to you with his voice low, the first words heâs said to you in the past days, âcan we talk, before you make your decision?â
You sigh, nodding your head. As much as you were still angry at him, he seemed like he had a lot to say. He also looked like shit, which you couldnât tell if that was because of the fact you hadnât spoken to him in almost a week.
He pulls you into the kitchen, which is a much bigger open space and reminds you of the last time you guys sat here together, the start of this entire fiasco.
He fidgets with his fingers refusing to meet your eye, âI want you to know Iâm sorry. I never meant to make it seem like you couldnât protect yourself or make your own decisions, I only want to keep you safe.â
âThatâs it Jisung, I donât need any of you keeping me safe. Not my brother and sure as hell not you.â
âI know but please, hear me out.â His eyes are wide with panic. You take in the dark under eyes he has along with the unnatural paleness, he looks tired. âThe reason I want to keep you safe is because you mean so much more to me than just a friend or Chenleâs sister. Youâre so sweet and understanding, I care about you so much that the last thing I could even think about before I turned into this thing was you.â
Youâre at a loss of words so he continues, âI have loved you for ever y/n, since the day I met you I knew you would be the most important person to me for the rest of my life and I was scared iâd never be able to tell you that if something were to happen to me. And now iâm even more scared that something could happen to you.â
âI understand but nothing is going to happen.â
âHow can you be so sure? I was sure Iâd walk back home and eat some noodles and then I became this.â He gestures to himself, âIt was scary enough seeing you get bitten, and maybe youâre okay but Iâm not. I canât have that happen again because I canât lose you, not before I ever got to tell you how much I love you or after.â
âJi, look at me.â You pull his attention onto you, grabbing onto the front of his shirt. âIâm going to be fine.â
âBut what if youâre not,â His voice cracks.
âI am. Iâm always going to be okay as long as iâm with you.â You wipe the tear from his face. He stares into your eyes, thereâs something so soothing about the way you look at him, maybe thatâs what Chenle was referring to earlier. The sparkle in your eyes was enough to convince Jisung that there was an entire galaxy within them, thatâs why you were able to see the world in such a different light.
He canât help but get lost in them, leaning into you. You take that moment to close the gap, meeting his lips with your own, soft and gentle. Itâs a small kiss, but it has deadly effect, within the next minute Jisung is leaning into you for more.
Hunger evident in the way he kisses you the second time. His tongue slides against your bottom lip asking for entry, you accept, tasting everything sweet on his tongue. His teeth bite your lip, the taste of iron filling your mouth. You pull away from the kiss, immediately touching the small wound on your lip.
Jisung steps away from you, regret filling his eyes. âIâm sorry. I donât know why I did that.â
âHey itâs okay, itâs just a small bite it barely hurts at all.â You say with a smile hoping he isnât too worried. He covers his face refusing to meet your eyes, âJisung, are you okay?â
You grab onto his hands uncovering his face. He has beads of sweet dripping down his skin thatâs hot to the touch, his fangs peaking out and his skin paler than before. âJisung whatâs wrong?â
âIâm fine.â
âYouâre not fine you look like youâre about to pass out.â It registers in your head, âHave you fed?â He stays quiet refusing to look anywhere but to the floor.
âYou have to feed Ji, you could die.â
âI have no blood, thereâs been a shortage thereâs nothing for me.â
âWell you have to drink, youâll die.â
âIâll be fine.â
âWell I wonât.â You reply sternly, the idea comes to your mind quickly, you push your hair back revealing your neck. âDrink.â
âY/N I canât do that, I could end up hurting you.â
âYou are hurting yourself and that hurts me, please just drink.â
The sharp sting is enough to make you hiss out in pain, but the feeling afterwards is pure bliss. You feel on cloud from the feeling of the blood flowing, all you can hear is the sound of Jisungâs breathing so close. You can feel the way his arms wrap around you, keeping you from falling at the lightheaded feeling.
It feels like you guys have been in this position forever, your eyes fluttering closed in comfort. Itâs when you feel weaker that you finally call out for Jisung, âJi, Is that enough?â
He mumbles too low for you to understand, he continues to drink out of you. You hands go to his head tugging at his hair, he lets out a groan pulling away. âYou taste so good.â
You smile, trying to recollect your balance. âFeel better?â
âSo much better.â He whispers into your ear, tickling you and making you giggle. âCome on, we have to go now.â
He whines, âDo we have to?â
âYes, theyâve been waiting for long enough.â You say covering the bite on your neck and dragging him back to the group.
âItâs time. Keep those blades on you at all times, call for Jisung and I if you happen to get into close contact with the target,â Taeyong goes over the plan again, âKun will stay out and watch, code Red if youâre in danger and need immediate assistance.â
âWe got this.â You say enthusiastically.
âSpeak for yourself, iâm shitting bricks right now.â Xiaojun holds onto his stomach.
âThe faster we figure out who the fuck is behind this, the faster everything will go back to normal.â Renjun pats his back.
âAlright then, letâs get these bitches!â Chenle shouts.
The silence that filled the place was unexpected to say the least. Their group had been walking around the Church and there were no strange noises whatsoever. There was no sign of any creatures either, so they began to doubt if this was the right place.
âI think we got it wrong, nobody is in here.â Xiaojun speaks up.
âWhere else would they be hiding? All of the attacks have been close to this place.â Chenle argues.
Itâs faint, but behind the talking the group is doing Jisung hears footsteps. He tries to shut out the voices in front of him, beginning to listen out further. âThereâs something.â Jisung says shushing the group.
âDo you hear anything?â You ask, trying to listen out also.
âI canât hear shit.â
âJisungâs right, it sounds like someone is here.â Taeyong says, sniffing out a horrible smell.
âGod, what the fuck is that,â Xiaojun covers his nose, âWhere the fuck is this even coming from?â
Your eyes go wide seeing the creature appear out of nowhere. âRight there!â You yell out, pointing out the group of fledglings running at your group at an ungodly speed.
The next few moments are full of bloodshed. Or whatever Vampire Zombie hybrids had, Jisung wasnât too familiar with their anatomy. He didnât have much time to think it over anyway, not when he was in the middle of fighting them off.
He successfully manages to knock one unconscious and looks to his friends who seem to be doing okay holding their own. Thereâs a few bodies of the hybrids on the floor, which should be a relieving fact, but not when he can sense that thereâs more on the way.
Suddenly he feels his body fall to the ground. The hybrid climbing over him to get to Chenle who was busy fighting another kind. Jisung drags the figure back, clawing at it to keep it from getting away. It screeches at him, shoving him once again but this time heâs able to keep it held down.
A shout is heard from Taeyong across the room, âJisung! Donât let him get away!â Jisung looks up seeing the man from before slipping out through the back of the stairs.
Jisung runs along following after him, catching up to him fairly quickly. âYou, why are you doing this?â
The man stops in his tracks, turning around to face Jisung straight on. He charges forward, knocking Jisung back with his strength. âCome on, fledgling. You charge in here and yet you stand so weak.â
Jisung stands up, âWho are you?â
âWrong question.â The man charges forward once again, his fists landing blows all over his body. Jisung is able to catch his first and flip the man over, knocking him down.
âI asked you two already.â Jisung pulls forward trying to pull off the mask of the man under him. He feels his body fly back from the force of the personâs legs kicking him.
âI made you who you are.â He tells Jisung, his voice rich with cockiness, âYou dare stand in front of me? You dare to question me. I made all of you and I can just as well erase you, I am the beginning and the end.
Jisung groans in annoyance, âDonât speak in riddles man just tell me who you are.â He dodges another attack from the man.
Jisung is quick with his movements, but his opponent isnât any different. As he continues to dodge the manâs efforts to attack him, he takes a split second to grab a hold of one of the wooden crosses on the wall.
The man charges forward again, this time Jisung is able to separate the two of them using the cross. The person pushes forward using all of his strength, for the first time in this fight Jisung finds himself struggling to fight back.
Itâs when an explosion is heard that Jisung is able to use the distraction as a way to take control again. He pins his opponent down, searching into his pocket for the pepper spray. The man fights back, flipping him and Jisung over and wrapping his hands around Jisungâs throat.
The feeling of losing consciousness slowly creeps up on Jisung, searching his pocket desperately for the spray. His hands wrap around it, pulling it out of his pocket and spraying the man where his eyes are.
In the next second, Jisung is able to gain control and push him down, snatching the mask from off of his face. âYouââ He gasps, âNo, I donât know who you are?â
Silence fills the air, âOf course you wouldnât, you donât know anything.â
âWho the hell are you? Why are you doing this in the first place?â
âBecause people like them donât need to exist.â The man points to where the group continue to fight against the mob. âThey used to be the ones killing us, we stayed innocent and yet so many of them couldnât wait to call us Satanâs children.â
The ringing fills Jisungâs ears again, making it hard for him to move. âWhat?â
âAnd yet you stand here, bonding with humans, as if they arenât the reason half of our population are dead.â
Jisung isnât very sure what to say, he never thought comforting the enemy was going to be part of the plan. Itâs until he hears a scream from you that he snaps out of his trance, at this point the enemy in front of him laughs.
âYou going to try and save your friends now?â
He hesitates, looking to where you guys are gathered, Taeyong frozen in fear. HIs hesitation was long enough for the man to begin to step back, so Jisung pulls the knife you had given him earlier to stop him from getting away.
It stings to the touch, but according to Kun it wasnât deadly to Jisung unless it penetrated the skin. He runs forward slashing the man in the stomach. Blood dripping from out of everywhere, literally. Who wouldâve thought Wolfâs Venom would cause a Vampire to bleed out from their mouth and eyes.
Itâs for a second time that he hears a shout, only this time itâs coming from Chenle. A sound Jisung had never heard before. He runs towards your group, the mob seemingly disappearing. Chenle is on the ground, holding onto you. You who happen to be on the floor with blood pooling below you.
âAnyone got a tampon?â You joke, the blood pouring out faster than youâd expected. Your brother stands before you with tears in his eyes threatening to spill. He holds your hand tightly, âCan you not make a joke when youâre not okay.â
âCan you not scold me when Iâm dying?â
âYouâre not dying.â He shouts.
Jisung is frozen in place, memories with you filling his mind. You canât die, thereâs no way you can die. He hadnât even got to take you out on a first date.
Taeyong grabs onto you as you slowly begin to fall unconscious. âIâll take her to Kun.â
âSheâs going to be okay right?â Jisung asks the question as if heâs begging for the answer to be yes.
Taeyong frowns, âWe will try.â
Chenle is in distress. Renjun tries to pull him back as he tries to follow along. âI canât leave her.â He pleads, âShe canât leave me.â
Jisung stares at his friend, in all of their years of friendships he wouldâve never expected to see this side of Chenle. He also never wouldâve expected to see your dying self be taken away by a Vampire.
âJisung, you promised to save her. Do it, keep your promise.â He flinches at the words. Chenle wants for him to turn you, that would be the only way. And for a moment, he debates it.
October 31st
It had been a day since they had been able to defeat the evil vampire man, which was a stupid way to call him but since Jisung hadnât exactly known him what else would he say. Heâd learned later that the man went by Jackson, he had been an old Vampire, even older than Kun, who had lost his own sister to humans.
Kun had said heâd been a good man, until itâd drove him crazy. His sister was the only family he had left, and with the way he found her bleeding out on the floor, it was enough to make him vow to destroy all of mankind.
Halloween was today, your favorite holiday. You hadnât woken yet, which Kun said was normal due to the amount of blood you had lost. It was hardly a miracle you had survived. Given the bite you received from Jisung earlier that night you were able to transform. Now they could only wait to hear what you would say once you woke.
Renjun was in the corner coddling Chenle, who was very annoyed over the fact that he wouldnât stop taunting him for his tears. Renjun was on only child, so heâd never understand.
âItâs okay lele, you can cry some more if you will feel better.â Renjun teased.
âCan you shut up?â
âIâm definitely telling y/n about how you were sobbing all over her!â Xiaojun laughs.
âYou tell her anything and Iâm going to kill you before you can even finish your sentence.â
âAre you going to cry over his dead body too?â Jisung adds, Chenle frowning at him, âHey youâre not any different! You cried just as much as I did!â
âYou know, I do want to mention I find it odd about how we never saw the Witch and the mob happened to disappear the second Jisung killed Jackson.â Renjun comments.
âI was searching on the web a bit,â Xiaojun starts, âI saw that this legend of the witch has been a thing for a long time. You guys remember the camp attacks from last year? That was around the same time as now.â
The Camp Attacks at Graze town, only an hour away, was all over the news last year. Jisung remembered hanging out at Chenleâs house and peeking at the news station that happened to be reporting on the scene.
Before he can say anything their names are called. Jisung running immediately into your room. He finds you sitting, a blood pint in your hands, just as youâd caught him before.
âHello, Did you miss me?â You wink, he moves quickly to pull you in for a hug. The rest of the group making their way into the room.
âSuper speed, really Jisung?â Renjun Complains.
âLele!â You call out to him urging him to come closer. He steps forward, Jisung still wrapped around your side. âCome on!â You pull him in for a hug with your arm.
âOuch.â He says, the strength you used being a little too strong.
âSorry! I donât know how Jisung did it so naturally, I keep accidentally overthinking and then using way more strength than necessary.â
âWell you know, iâm a special case.â Jisung smiles, you tsk at him. âYou saying iâm not special?â
âOf course not, youâre special to me. Always.â
âAh you sap!â You playfully hit his arm.
âGross, canât you guys not do that in public.â Xiaojun fake gags.
âDo what?â You ask innocently.
âFlirt.â Renjun replies.
You gasp, âJiwi, are you flirting with me right now?â
He hums, âNow that I think about it, I guess thatâs exactly what you could call it?â
Chenle groans, âOh this is disgusting iâm going to have to deal with this everyday.â
The group laugh, Taeyong stepping in quietly. âIf possible, could I have a word with y/n? Alone.â
The rest agree, leaving the room to them both. Jisung refuses to move, whining at the little pat y/n gives him, âCome in Jiwi, just for a second.â
âActually he can stay,â Taeyong says, âI want to apologize y/n, this wouldâve never happened if it werenât for the fact that I froze mid battle and allowed for you to be left vulnerable. I justââ He pauses, âI saw, the zombie creature and it looked just like. It looked just like my first love.â
Jisung thinks back to the first conversation they had, the mentions of dating a human. âThe human you once loved?â
Taeyong nodded, âI will never forget the look in his face. Heâs never wanted to turn, he never wanted an immortal life and there he was. Being forced into the life he never wanted, he was a puppet.â
âYou donât have to explain,â You spoke out, âI canât imagine being in your position. What matters now is that weâre all okay, and I donât blame you or anyone for anything.â
âThank you.â Taeyong cries out, âIâll let you guys be, iâve got to visit someone.â
You nod, âLet me know when youâre back home, yeah?â He nods, stepping out of the room and wiping his tears.
âIâm sorry.â Jisung says, his head lowering.
âWhat for?â
âI realized just now that you never got to choose this life either. Youâd turned even if you didnât want to, all because of me.â
You laugh wholeheartedly, Jisung looking up into your eyes. âIâm sorry, itâs just youâre too cute.â
âWhys this funny?â Jisung blushes.
âBecause, I have always loved vampires. Iâve always wished they were real and when I found out you were one,â You took in a breath, âIâd been begging silently that youâd turn me one day.â
âHuh?â Jisung had never known this. And he valued himself on knowing everything about you. How is it that this couldâve slipped his mind?
âI love vampires, hadnât lele ever told you before?â
The memory rings in his head, âSheâs a fan of those sharp tooth creaturesâ
âWho?â Jisung had asked.
âY/N. I said that already, have you been paying any attention?â
âSo all of this time, you loved Vampires?â His eyes widen.
âHow else do you think I was able to guess you became one so quickly?â
Heâs genuinely appalled, âI watched Jaws for you.â
You laugh again, âJaws? Iâve never even seen that film.âHe covers his mouth, his ears becoming red at the realization. âCome on, youâre so cute I need to kiss you.â
âYou lied to me!â He feigns hurt.
âShut up would you?â You say before pulling him into a kiss. It feels warm and fuzzy and perfect. Thereâs no better outcome than this one, you have Jisung wrapping his arms around you, his fangs biting on your lip slightly, only making you deepen the kiss more.
A yell from Xiaojun is heard from the door along with scattered footsteps, âIâm traumatized!â
You pull away, biting your own lip to keep yourself from bursting out laughing. Jisung isnât ready for the end though, so he pulls you in again, this time hoping none of you ever have to pull away.
#nct dream imagines#nct dream x reader#nct dream scenarios#nct imagines#nct scenarios#jisung x you#park jisung x you#park jisung x reader#jisung texts#jisung smau#jisung fluff#park jisung#jisung x reader#chenle x reader#kun x reader#xiaojun x reader#taeyong x reader#renjun x reader#nct x reader#nct x y/n#nct x you#nct dream x y/n#nct dream x female reader#nct dream fluff#nct drabbles#nct fanfic#nct dream#aggnm#halloween
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. . . when he needs a new wallpaper
#nct fanfic#nct texts#nct scenarios#nct reactions#wayv smut#nct drabbles#nct smau#nct headcanons#nct imagines#wayv fanfic#wayv fluff#wayv x reader#ten x reader#kun x reader#winwin x reader#xiaojun x reader#hendery x reader#yangyang x reader#wayv texts#chittaphon leechaiyapornkul#qian kun#liu yangyang#wayv xiaojun#wayv ten#wayv smau
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jjk text post meme pt 4 (misc)
#IM SORRY YUUJI KUN#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#mahito#yoshino junpei#okkotsu yuuta#orimoto rika#itadori yuuji#ieiri shoko#choso#yutarika#chousou#text post meme#aphelion.txt#junpei#yuuji#shoko#yuuta#rika
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making out with wayv
genre/warnings: fluff, suggestive (minors DNI), established relationship, boyfriend!wayv
kun is definitely the type to constantly smile throughout the kiss and you can feel it when he does that, which makes your heart flutter. makeouts with kun are usually quite brief, and very gentle and sweet. kun would also frequently make sure to take short breaks in between kisses in case you ran out of air because he's just considerate like that.
ten would constantly tease you and get you all riled up. wbk ten is a huge flirt. he would smirk the entire time, whisper dirty things to you, and use a lot of tongue in his kisses. plus, his hands would be roaming all over your body and feeling you up. makeout sessions with ten usually lead to more because he gets all hot and bothered just by kissing you.
winwin would be quite shy and even hesitant at first, but quickly gets into the mood. he prefers if you take the lead at first, and then he'll take over after a bit. winwin definitely goes a little crazy when you grab onto the hem of his shirt while he's sweetly kissing you. bro has had so many kissing scenes from his dramas i truly believe he is more experienced than he lets on.......
xiaojun's kisses would be very slow and passionate, because he wants you to feel loved. he's extra and puts on one of his r&b playlists because he likes the romantic atmosphere it creates. xiaojun holds both of your hands in his hands during the whole makeout session too :(( be sure to expect very intense eye contact from him.
hendery KNOWS what he's doing. he knows all the right buttons to push and is a playful tease too, he'll literally pull away and chuckle just as you're about to deepen the kiss. tbh i can see hendery being a biter. now you didn't hear this from me, but i feel like hendery is definitely the type to do the knee thing (iykyk) while he's marking your neck up with pretty purple bruises.
yangyang would get wayyy too excited at the idea of making out with you and practically jumps on top of you, almost bumping his forehead into yours. he would smash his lips against yours and giggle in between kisses because he just can't contain his excitement!!! pro tip: play with yangyang's hair when he's kissing you, it makes him absolutely melt into a puddle.
#good god i am so touch starved#hendery being a chomper just makes so much sense#nct wayv#nct#wayv#nct scenarios#wayv scenarios#nct hard hours#wayv hard hours#wayv headcanons#nct fluff#nct smut#wayv fluff#wayv smut#wayv soft hours#nct ten#ten x reader#winwin x reader#wayv xiaojun#wayv fanfic#wayv hendery#wayv imagines#wayv kun#wayv ten#wayv winwin#wayv x reader#wayv yangyang#wayv smau#wayv fake texts#wayv reactions
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twitter art by aida to celebrate the new year!
#toilet bound hanako kun#jibaku shounen hanako kun#hanako#hanako kun#tbhk#jshk#nene yashiro#yashiro nene#kou minamoto#minamoto kou#twitter art#char: hanako#char: nene#char: kou#that alt text is atrocious i might fix it later but it'll do for now x_x
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can u make kun/wayv as dad text,something like when he found out heâll be a father or when heâs away for tour?
wayv when you find out youâre pregnant
#scenarios#nct social media au#nct#nct texts#wayv texts#wayv#wayv kun#wayv kun texts#wayv ten#wayv ten texts#wayv winwin#wayv winwin texts#wayv xiaojun#wayv xiaojun texts#wayv hendery#wayv hendery texts#wayv yangyang#wayv yangyang texts#wayv x reader#wayv as dads
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wayv text prompt: âare you busy tonight? because i have some ideas for usâŠâ
âare you busy tonight?âŠ.â wayv texts
pairing: bf!wayv x gf!reader
warnings: slightly smutty, mentioning of kissing, mentioning of netflix and âchillâ
note: i really love getting all those wayv reqs. the boys deserve so much more attention :,(
#nct dream#nct#nct 127#nct u#wayv#rockstarhaechan#nct icons#nct imagines#nct lockscreens#nct moodboard#nct fake texts#nct fake text#nct texts#wayv texts#wayv fake texts#wayv lockscreens#kun wayv#wayv smut#wayv x reader#wayv moodboard#wayv ten#nct wayv#wayv imagines#wayv scenarios#wayv winwin#wayv hendery#wayv xiaojun#wayv yangyang
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biblically accurate terukane divorce
#tbhk#edit#tbhk spoilers#tbhk 109#tbhk 109 spoilers#i edited this but with aoi and natsuhiko instead of the twins with different text before we even knew about the trial#i predicted the future#i am terukane#toilet bound hanako kun#terukane#idk why im tagging it as terukane i just really like terukane#minamoto teru
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