#like your hand in marriage please💍

[sunlitsunflowers]

Who do I have to sell my soul and a kidney to, to be in this situation? Cause I'm totally up for it!!!😂💛

This is amazing and soft and what I want in love!!!💛💛💛

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞

You should have known that things were never going to go to plan within that household — no matter how badly you wanted to start your day by treating your boys, they had other ideas, and accomplices. 

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ༄ Fireman!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Fireman!Steve Rogers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ༄ 1.0k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ༄ Fluff, Sleepy!Bucky and Sleepy!Steve, cuddle pile

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ༄ Cuddle pile? Cuddle. Pile. ༄ I've been struggling lately, so I am sending you all love in the form of my Firefighter!Bois and their cuddles.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ༄ high, high, high by Camylio

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ༄ @anyfandomfluffbingo 𝗡𝟮 — Falling Asleep — Masterlist ༄ @stuckybingo 𝗜𝟮 — Cuddling — Masterlist ༄ @buckybarnesevents Build a Bucky Bingo ჻჻჻ Waking Up Together (July) — Masterlist ჻჻჻ Domestic (April) — Masterlist

𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The morning sun was bright through the living room windows and curtains while you sipped your warm, steaming drink. 

You watched, eyes hooded with sleepiness, while birds chittered and chirped on the branches of the trees. It was a quiet, serene start to the day. Both Steve and Bucky were fast asleep still, cuddled up in bed with one another where you left them not even an hour or so ago. 

The multiple blankets covering your lap warmed you to your cold, chilled bones, and you sighed with a soft happiness — the day would be slow and sleepy, comfortable within the walls of the place you came to call home. 

With a small hum, a nameless tune you came to associate with comfort, you moved your feet to rest atop the couch cushions, and you tucked the blanket beneath your thighs. The warm, fuzzy socks that covered your feet tickled your toes while you wriggled them into the plush fabric.

Your mind wandered back to the two slumbering men down the hall — you wondered what they would want to do for the day, would it align perfectly with your idea of rest and relaxation? Who knew, though what you knew for certain was that you were a master of persuasion.

You loved the days the two of them had off and away from the station — they loved their jobs more than anyone in the world, but they still needed to rest and recharge. 

Which is exactly what you had planned for them for the whole entirety of the day. 

To start, you would cook them breakfast and bring it to them in bed, then it would be a binge watch of the show they had been obsessed with for the past few weeks — though you paid it no mind, you liked to watch how their brows furrowed in frustration or exasperation whenever a character did something idiotic. 

Or, as Bucky liked to say: “Hey, Stevie, they’re followin’ your train of thought.” 

Only he would have a pillow thrown at his face in retort, and it never missed its target. 

You huffed a quiet laugh while you glanced at Cleo and Cap, who lay snoozing in their beds. Their dads truly were characters.

Quiet, shuffling footsteps came from down the hallway, and you glanced upwards to see a broad figure dazedly walking into view — it was Steve, all tousle haired and grumpy from being awake so early, and you frowned. “Stevie? What’s up, why aren’t you in bed?”

Steve started in place and blinked furiously. The blue of his eyes was an ocean to the black of his pupils — the light from the sun making it hard for him to make out your perch on the couch. “Ch’rry–?”

The rasp of his morning voice gave you shivers. “Yeah, handsome,” you cooed, shuffling backwards on the couch cushions to make room for the lumbering sleepyhead. “Why are you up so early?”

“Why’re you up s’early, doll?” Steve asked incredulously, staring at the windows with narrowed eyes. “Not even midday, come back t’a bed.”

You snorted a laugh quietly and shook your head. “Can’t, I’ve got plans for you and Buck.”

Steve turned sharply to look at you, his eyes still narrowed. “No.”

“No–?”

His feet dragged over the carpet as he made his way over to you, and he flopped down onto the couch by your feet with a grunt. “No,” he said again, his speech slurred from sleep. “Not goin’ nowhere.” 

And he leaned sideways, his side resting against your shins, pinning you in place. “Steve–”

“No,” he mumbled, and he wriggled until his shoulders were against the back of the couch. Then, by some miracle, he placed himself between your legs and the cushions — his back pressed into the cushions, while his muscled chest covered only by a cotton shirt, brushed against the blanket that covered you. 

You watched with absolute bewilderment while he lay his head down on your stomach, leaving his body curled around your legs. 

“Are you okay there?” you laughed, the muscles of your stomach making Steve’s head shake while you chuckled. “Comfortable?”

“Mhm.”

From the hallway where Steve appeared, you heard more shuffled footsteps, then, “Where are– St’ve? Cherry, baby?” Bucky rasped. “Woke up ‘n’ you two were– Oh.” Bucky blinked slowly, then smiled dumbly, like he had found the most comfortable place to curl up and fall back to sleep. 

“Oh, no, no– Wait!” You giggled and squirmed while Steve moved even closer against your side to make room for his husband. “Bucky, wait!”

It was too late. 

Bucky, the impossible, incorrigible man that he was, took his place on your other side by carefully pushing you closer to the back of the couch, effectively squishing Steve in the process. “Bucky!” Steve grumbled, pouting up at his husband. 

“M’ve,” Bucky mumbled, and he unceremoniously flopped down beside you with a quiet, “oof.”

“Oh my god,” you said aloud, looking between the two men, and you suddenly thanked the intuition that told you to buy a big ass couch when they asked for your input on furniture. Bucky’s head rested on your shoulder, his forehead in the crook of your neck; Steve rested his head back down onto your stomach. “Are you both comfortable now?”

“Nah,” Bucky rasped, moving his legs slightly in the pile of limbs. He lifted his head to look over towards the two puppies that lay watching, their ears perked forward. “C’mere, babies.”

The two puppies took off like bullets from their beds and launched themselves onto the couch at your feet, by Steve’s thighs. 

“Are we comfortable now?” you asked quietly, smiling still. The two puppies settled and sighed contentedly, and they stared up at you with doe eyes; light glittered over the dark pupils of their eyes from the morning sun. 

“Mhm,” both Bucky and Steve hummed, and they simultaneously squeezed you tightly before relaxing their grips. 

A soft snore sounded from around your belly a few moments later, and an even quieter huff of breath tickled the skin of your neck. 

Looks like breakfast would have to wait, you thought, watching the steady rise and fall of your family’s chests — the calming synchronicity of it all lulling you into a deep state of calm. 

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[connormoving]

loveee when a character is crushed under the weight of someone elses expectations for them love when a character dedicates their entire life to something they never even wanted for themself love when the only reason a character keeps going is because theyre Supposed to and bc theyre supposed to make another person happy/proud. YES !!! CLAPPING !!! YES !!!!!!!!

[cbeargyu]

marry me, mr. jeong

summary: while everyone around you is getting married, you're left behind—no ring, no lover, just silence waiting at home. but one night, your boss, mr. jeong, makes an unexpected proposal: "marry me." and suddenly, your quiet world begins to burn.

pairing: boss!jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: romance, slow burn, fluff, emotional smut, domestic married life, eventual pregnancy, emotional growth, healing.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), strong language, emotional vulnerability, pregnancy mention (later), minor angst, lots of kissing, crying, soft husband jaehyun, tooth-rotting fluff, crying-in-the-club type of love.

wc: 19,7K

notes: i’m obsessed with jaehyun as a boss, boyfriend, hubby, and daddy lmao. man’s got range 😮‍💨💍🖤 i swear i try to keep it short but my brain goes rogue every time 😭 like girl be fr, when’s the day i finally drop a short fic??? bye lmao 💀

you’re twenty-nine, and the number feels heavier than you thought it would. not because it’s old—not really—but because thirty is close. and thirty means expectations. by now, you were supposed to have it all figured out. at least, that’s what they say. your friends certainly make it seem that way with their photo-perfect marriages, toddlers learning to walk, houses in peaceful neighborhoods. meanwhile, you still live in a quiet apartment with plants you often forget to water and a fridge that holds more takeout containers than groceries.

you work at an architecture firm—clean lines, big ideas, and even bigger egos. the kind of place where late nights are common and recognition is rare. you’ve built a name for yourself, though. you lead your team well, your ideas consistently get approved, and your work ethic has never been in question. the other women whisper that you’re just trying to impress the boss, that your dedication is nothing but a strategic flirtation. they don't know that your passion isn’t about pleasing anyone but yourself. well, mostly. maybe part of you does want to be seen. to be acknowledged by him.

jeong jaehyun.

your department lead. two years younger than you, but somehow always carrying himself like he’s lived three lives already. he doesn’t talk much. doesn’t engage in the small talk that fills the office kitchen or the empty flattery some of your coworkers throw his way. he’s serious, focused, almost too calm. the kind of man who’s unreadable, and yet somehow always watching. you’re not close, not really, but there’s a quiet understanding between you. he trusts you. you can feel it in the way he gives you space to lead, the way he nods subtly in meetings when you speak, the way his eyes linger sometimes—not in a way that feels invasive, but like he’s... thinking.

you’ve never seen him flirt with anyone. never seen him talk about his personal life. no ring, no photos on his desk, not even vague mentions of a girlfriend or family. and while no one dares to say anything to his face, everyone wonders. he's a man, though—no one criticizes him for being single. no one asks him what he's waiting for.

you, on the other hand, can barely go a week without someone making a comment. still not married? you’re so pretty, what a shame. your mother means well, but every call ends with a variation of you’re not getting any younger, sweetheart.you smile through it. you tell them you're happy. you tell yourself that, too. but deep down, there's a quiet ache. because you’ve always wanted a family. always dreamed of being a mother, of coming home to someone who knows you—not just your schedule or your favorite takeout order, but the way you think, the way you feel things deeply and try to hide it. but love hasn’t knocked in years. not since your last relationship ended at twenty-two, before the world hardened your heart. since then, you’ve been too busy, too careful, too tired.

tonight, you're staying late again. the office is nearly empty, save for a few flickering lights and the buzz of a vending machine down the hall. you're finessing the last pieces of a major project, making sure every detail is just right. you're in the zone when you hear soft footsteps approaching, and then his voice—low, familiar, closer than expected.

“you’re still here, byun?”

you glance up to find jaehyun standing by your desk, hands in his pockets, that usual unreadable expression on his face. there’s no judgment in his voice, just quiet curiosity.

you offer a tired smile, leaning back in your chair. “oh, mr. jeong, i just wanted to polish a few things before the presentation. i figured if i leave anything messy, the senior managers will rip it apart. and then you’ll take the heat for it.”

he raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into something that almost looks like a smile. “you care that much about how i look to the execs?”

you shrug, turning back to your screen. “you’re my boss. if you look bad, i look bad.”

he lets out a soft exhale, a sound that's dangerously close to a chuckle. then he leans against your desk, his body relaxed but his eyes still sharp as ever. “you’re too committed.”

“you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

he shakes his head. “not bad. just... rare.”

a brief silence settles between you, not awkward, but weighted. it feels like he’s about to say something else, and when he does, it’s not what you expect.

“doesn’t your family mind that you stay this late?” his gaze holds yours. “your husband? kids?”

you blink, the question catching you off guard. your smile falters just slightly, and you look down at your hands before answering.

“no husband. no kids. no one waiting at home.” you try to sound casual, even throw in a little laugh. “i guess i’m just married to the job.”

he doesn’t laugh. doesn’t look away. “i didn’t know.”

you nod, suddenly very aware of the silence around you. “most people assume. but... yeah. i live alone.”

another pause. then, gently, you ask, “what about you, mr. jeong? i mean, you’re always here late too. no one waiting on you?”

he looks away for the first time, his jaw tightening slightly before he answers. “no one yet.”

and there it is again—that silence between you. but this time, it’s different. it hums with something unspoken. curiosity. surprise. maybe even recognition.

you return your gaze to the screen, not really seeing it. he’s still standing there, close enough to feel but not close enough to touch. something in the air shifts, and for the first time in a long time, your chest feels... not heavy, but full.

the next morning, you arrived a few minutes early—just like always. being punctual wasn’t about impressing anyone; it was about control, about proving—at least to yourself—that you had your life together. it made you feel reliable. consistent. in a workplace full of half-assed excuses and people who couldn’t meet a deadline to save their lives, your discipline was something you wore like armor. something no one could take from you.

your outfit was soft, delicate even—rose-pink skirt brushing just above your knees, a crisp white button-up tucked in neatly, the blazer matching your skirt in a subtle pastel tone. your heels clicked softly against the tile floor as you made your way to your desk, and as you passed the reflection on one of the glass panels, you couldn’t help but think: i look good today.

you did. your hair was in place, makeup light but elegant, lips tinted a faint nude-pink. polished. pretty. professional. but beneath all that... you also looked a little alone. not that anyone would say it to your face—but you could see it sometimes, in the glances people gave you. admiration, maybe. pity, sometimes. curiosity always.

you sat down, smoothing your skirt and adjusting your chair, reaching for the little yellow post-it you’d stuck to the side of your monitor the day before. your handwriting was neat, methodical. a short list of pending tasks, each one already being mentally checked off as you booted up your computer. you didn’t waste time—your fingers flew across the keyboard, and within minutes the familiar sounds of productivity filled your small corner of the office: the rhythmic clack of keys, the soft hum and spit of the printer warming up to spit out proposals and reports.

you didn’t hear him come in.

you were too deep in the flow, too focused on aligning the final report with the visual standards the company demanded. your eyes scanned the document line by line, searching for typos, ensuring everything was clean, sharp, presentable. the sound of footsteps behind you didn’t register until you felt it—that subtle, electric awareness that comes when someone is watching.

“good morning, byun. please leave the project report on my desk once it’s ready.”

he didn’t look at you. just passed by, smooth and quick, his voice calm and firm, a cup of steaming coffee in one hand, the familiar scent of roast beans and expensive cologne trailing behind him like a silent presence. his stride didn’t falter, his gaze fixed ahead, like he’d already moved on to the next ten things in his mind. you barely had time to nod, mouth parted to respond, but he was already disappearing behind his office door.

you blinked.

right. the report.

you gathered the last printed pages, slid them into the presentation folder, double-checked the order, smoothed the cover with your palm before rising from your seat. your heels clicked softly against the floor as you made your way down the short corridor, your fingers lightly tapping the edge of the folder, nerves tightening with each step even if there was nothing to be nervous about. it was just work. just jaehyun. just another report.

you knocked once and entered when he answered. he was seated behind his desk, sleeves already rolled up to his elbows, the dark veins of his forearms visible as he typed something on his laptop. he glanced up, briefly, then reached for the report when you held it out.

“thank you,” he said, flipping it open with precision, already scanning the contents. “at two p.m. we have the meeting with upper management. you’ll be joining me at the table. along with choi and hwang.”

you nodded. “understood.”

“good. go over the numbers one more time before then. they’re likely to ask.”

“yes, mr. jeong.”

and that was it. no warm smile. no thank you. just professional, cold efficiency. you turned and left, closing the door gently behind you before returning to your desk, the weight of the upcoming meeting settling on your shoulders like a familiar cloak. you’d been through this before. plenty of times. but it never got easier. not when the room was full of men in suits who barely hid their condescension, who chewed through ideas like tasteless gum until someone—usually jaehyun—said something smart enough to catch their interest.

you spent the next few hours fine-tuning the financial section, making sure your data was clean, graphs properly labeled, estimates realistic but still ambitious. it was a delicate game—making things sound innovative without actually suggesting anything too risky. they didn’t want bold. they wanted impressive illusions of boldness packaged in safe wrapping.

the meeting room was as bland as ever. too much glass, too much beige. you sat at the long table beside jaehyun, your laptop open, presentation ready. the managers arrived first, already complaining about another team’s failed prototype. the director entered last, stone-faced as always, his tie perfect, his opinion impossible to read.

as expected, the meeting dragged. they picked apart the proposal, paragraph by paragraph, expressionless until one of them grimaced like the very concept of originality offended them. you watched them, these men who nodded at each other but rarely smiled, who offered feedback that wasn’t feedback, just empty phrases like “it needs more punch” or “is this trend even scalable?”

then jaehyun spoke.

his voice was calm, slow, measured. and yet he made every single line sound convincing. powerful. like there was no other way forward but the one he was laying out. the room shifted around him. the tension eased. eyes narrowed—not in skepticism now, but interest. he wasn’t just presenting; he was selling a vision, and you felt yourself straightening with pride even if the credit wasn’t yours.

until he said your name.

“y/n,” he said, still facing the director. “if you could present the budget projections.”

you froze for a half second. not out of fear—just... surprise. you hadn’t expected him to call on you so soon.

you stood, smoothed your skirt unconsciously, and took a breath before switching slides. your voice was steady, even if your palms were clammy.

“these are the projections for the next two quarters,” you began, pointing at the chart. “we’ve estimated a moderate increase in cost during the development phase, with a break-even point projected for the beginning of q3. depending on the approved budget, we’re looking at a return on investment of approximately—”

you kept going, explaining the graphs, walking them through the numbers with careful clarity. no embellishments, no guesswork. facts. you swallowed once, clearing your throat before the final slide, then ended with a nod.

when you sat back down, jaehyun glanced at you. just a moment. a flicker of something almost soft in his expression.

like you’d done well. like you couldn’t possibly disappoint him.

the rest of the meeting blurred. the managers began tossing in extra suggestions—small changes, tweaks they hoped would impress the director. the man nodded, offered vague praise, and you remained at your seat, listening to it all with a practiced, patient expression.

when the meeting finally ended, you stood beside jaehyun again. he didn’t say much—he never did—but as he packed his laptop, he looked at you.

“good work today,” he said. “you’re an essential part of the team. if you keep this up, i’ll make sure your name’s considered for the upcoming promotions.”

you stared at him, momentarily stunned. the words hit harder than you expected. you’d worked for five years, given everything to this company, and this—this was the first time someone above you had said something that felt... real.

“thank you,” you said softly, trying not to let your smile get too big. “really.”

he nodded. “you earned it.”

later, when the director extended the dinner invitation, you didn’t hesitate. it wasn’t optional. the team needed to show up, needed to mingle, to pretend everything was a celebration and not an endless cycle of office politics masked with clinking glasses.

the bar was upscale but casual enough to loosen people’s ties. smoke from grilled meats hung faintly in the air, the tang of sweet sauces and roasted garlic filling the space. you sat between your supervisor and jaehyun, trying not to feel too stiff in your work clothes. everyone was drinking, toasting, laughing louder than they had all day.

the supervisor leaned forward, voice slightly slurred. “you know,” he said to the director, “the whole prototype? the mockup? the execution timeline? all her. y/n practically carried the whole thing.”

the director turned to you, surprised. “really? how long have you been here?”

“five years,” you replied, sipping from your glass.

he raised a brow. “how is it possible i haven’t noticed you until now?”

jaehyun, still beside you, said nothing—but you felt the subtle tension in his posture.

“you’ve got a good employee,” the director told him. “it’s your job to shape her. teach her. sounds like she’s already on the right path. with the right guidance... she’ll move up in no time.”

he raised his glass. “to y/n.”

“to y/n,” echoed around the table.

you lifted your glass, cheeks warm—not just from the alcohol but from the unfamiliar sensation of being seen. you smiled, surrounded by coworkers and approval and good food, and for a moment, just one moment, everything felt like it was finally going somewhere.

you were finally going somewhere.

the dinner had blurred into noise.

conversations overlapping, laughter rising and falling like tides. glasses clinked, meat sizzled on the grill, the warm lighting softening everyone's expressions into something hazy and unguarded. you sat at the long table, just a bit to the side, the smoky scent of barbecued meat in your hair and the echo of compliments still lingering in your chest. across from you, your supervisor had long since slipped into a drunken retelling of his glory days. to your left, jaehyun sat quietly, jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows. his arms were strong, veins defined even in the low light, and on his left wrist, a sleek, expensive watch glinted every time he reached for his glass. he hadn’t touched his soju in a while, though. he just held the rim between his fingers and occasionally let his gaze wander across the room.

when your eyes met, it was casual, almost accidental. but you didn’t look away.

“you’re not drinking,” you said, quietly enough that only he could hear.

he offered the ghost of a smirk, the kind that barely pulled at one corner of his mouth. “someone has to remember what was actually said tonight.”

you laughed, a soft breathy sound, grateful for his clarity amidst the chaos.

a silence settled between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. rather, it felt like a small space carved out just for the two of you—unbothered, untouched, a bubble where you didn’t have to keep smiling or pretending. you let out a quiet sigh, swirling your untouched drink in your hand.

“do you ever feel like you're running out of time?” you asked, voice low, not even sure why you were asking him of all people.

jaehyun looked at you, brows drawn slightly, intrigued but still calm. “time for what?”

you hesitated, fingers tightening around your glass. the alcohol was warm in your chest, but not enough to numb this confession.

“for everything,” you admitted. “i mean, professionally… things are going great. i can’t complain. i’ve worked hard, and it’s starting to pay off. but…” you looked down, lips pressing together. “sometimes i feel like i’m trapped inside a giant hourglass, watching the sand fall, grain by grain. i’ll be thirty in a few months. and i know that shouldn't mean anything, but in a world where people expect you to have everything figured out by now—marriage, kids, some picture-perfect life—i feel like i’m falling behind. like my dreams are moving farther and farther away.”

you took a breath, not daring to look at him.

“it’s just… sad,” you continued. “when you achieve something big and there’s no one waiting at home to celebrate it with you. no partner, no family. no one to say, ‘i’m proud of you.’”

jaehyun was quiet for a moment. then his voice came, soft and even.

“i can celebrate with you.”

you looked up, surprised, blinking at him. “thank you, but… that’s not what i meant. it’s not the same.”

he held your gaze. then, calmly, like he was offering a solution to a logistics problem, he said it.

“then marry me.”

your brain stalled.

you didn’t understand at first. maybe you misheard him. maybe he was joking, or drunk—except his voice hadn’t changed. his tone hadn’t wavered. your stomach dropped.

“…what?” you whispered.

“you want a family. you want someone to come home to. marry me.”

the words hung between you like smoke. absurd. unreal. your mouth opened, but nothing came out at first. you glanced around—everyone else was too busy laughing or slurring their next toast to notice what had just happened.

you leaned in slightly, voice tense and hushed. “mr.—jeong—what are you talking about? we don’t even know each other like that.”

“we know enough,” he said without blinking.

“we’ve never even had a real conversation outside of work until now.”

“so let’s have more,” he replied, as steady as always.

you felt like your heart was beating too loudly. “are you… are you seriously suggesting we get married?”

“i’m not suggesting it. i’m telling you i’d do it. if you said yes.”

you stared at him, at the cool detachment on his face, the quiet certainty in his voice, and felt your world tip on its axis.

he shrugged. “how long until you turn thirty?”

“…my birthday’s in november,” you muttered, the words escaping before you could even process them. “it’s april now. that’s seven months.”

jaehyun nodded slowly. “then you have seven months to decide.”

he finished his beer in one slow, final gulp. then he stood up, reaching into his wallet and placing a few bills under his empty glass. you were still frozen when he stepped beside you.

“i’ll take you home,” he said.

you tried to protest, voice stumbling over half-formed refusals. “you don’t have to—i can call a cab, really—”

he looked down at you, expression unreadable.

“that wasn’t a request. it’s your boss giving you a ride.”

and with that, he turned, waiting for you to follow. your legs felt heavy as you stood, your mind racing, still reeling from what had just happened. marry him? seven months? he was serious. he was actually serious.

you had no answers. only questions. and one man who had just offered you everything you’d spent your life pretending you didn’t need.

you didn’t sleep.

not really. you tossed and turned, arms flung across the bed one minute and buried under the covers the next. jaehyun’s words echoed in your skull like an intrusive melody, looping over and over again.

then marry me.

you have seven months to decide.

like some sort of countdown had been triggered.

you must have stared at your ceiling for hours, trying to make sense of what he meant—what it meant for you—and whether he’d been serious. but the worst part wasn’t the proposal. the worst part was how calm he’d been, how effortlessly he’d said it, and how easily he’d walked away afterward like it hadn’t upended your entire sense of self.

your alarm went off at seven, and you hit snooze five times. by the time you dragged yourself out of bed, you felt like your bones had aged a decade overnight. you put on your makeup with the heaviness of someone trying to erase exhaustion from the inside out—concealer, color corrector, foundation. you went over your under-eyes twice, then a third time. you looked like yourself, but blurry. off.

you arrived to work twenty minutes later than usual, which was already enough to earn a few raised brows. no one said anything, but they noticed. you noticed them noticing.

you sat at your desk and stared at your drawers, forgetting which one you kept the monthly reports in. your fingers shook slightly as you shuffled through folders, trying to find the stupid paperwork you'd seen a million times. a stack of them slipped from your grasp and scattered onto the floor like a metaphor. you groaned and crouched down to collect them, muttering under your breath. your brain still felt like it was swimming through molasses.

then—

“good morning.”

his voice. that casual, bored tone he always used in the office. neutral, even, no trace of anything buried beneath it. no sign that he’d ever said something as life-altering as what he’d said last night.

you startled so hard you hit your head on the underside of your desk.

“good—ouch!” you winced, clutching your scalp with one hand and your pride with the other. “good morning, mr. jeong.”

he kept walking. didn’t glance down at you. didn’t smirk. didn’t check if you were okay. he passed your desk like any other morning, like he hadn’t proposed to you over beer and smoke and shared loneliness.

a few coworkers peeked over their partitions, concerned. you gave a shaky thumbs-up and a whispered, “i’m fine,” even though you felt anything but fine.

you weren’t like this. not at work. not ever. your name was synonymous with precision. discipline. control. and here you were, dropping papers and bumping into furniture like your brain had short-circuited.

you finally gathered the reports and brought them to his office.

he was seated at his desk, focused on his screen, the sleeves of his dress shirt still rolled to his elbows. your eyes caught briefly on the line of his forearm, the watch still there, still ticking.

“these are the reports from last month,” you said, setting the folder down.

“thanks,” he replied without looking at you.

you lingered.

“mr. jeong.”

he finally looked up.

his eyes were calm. cool. like nothing was wrong. like he hadn’t detonated a bomb and walked away from the wreckage.

you hesitated, your throat dry. “about what you said last night—”

his expression didn’t change.

“we’re at work,” he said simply. “i’m being professional.”

you blinked, almost offended. “so that’s it? you say something that insane and then just—go back to normal?”

“we’ll talk after work,” he said, returning to his screen. “if you want to.”

you stood there, gripping the folder even though it was already out of your hands, heart thudding with something sour and hot and unnamable. frustration? humiliation? confusion? all of it?

he was treating you like you were the one out of line. like you were being inappropriate for even bringing it up.

you turned around without saying anything else and walked out of his office, pulse hammering in your ears. the rest of the day dragged like wet cement. you couldn’t concentrate. you couldn’t remember what you were supposed to be doing half the time. you reread emails four times before hitting send. and every time someone walked past your desk, you wondered if it was him, if he’d say anything, if he’d look at you, if he even remembered what he said or if the memory of it belonged to you alone now.

you’d never felt so out of control.

you didn’t know what was worse—his silence or the fact that you wanted him to break it.

you tried to focus. god, you really did. you stared at spreadsheets until the numbers blurred into static. you answered emails with words you didn’t remember typing. every time the phone rang, your heart jumped, irrationally convinced it might be him—even though you were in the same building, separated by maybe thirty feet of glass, air, and unspoken tension. it felt like the longest day of your life. your temples throbbed with a slow, building ache, like your thoughts were pressing too hard against the inside of your skull.

you popped two painkillers around lunchtime, washed them down with lukewarm water from your reusable bottle, but they didn’t help. not really. because the pain wasn’t just physical—it was mental. emotional. a kind of pressure that wrapped around your ribs and squeezed.

your mind wouldn’t shut up.

you kept looping the same questions, over and over again, like your brain was stuck on a carousel with no exit.

why would he say that? why now? why you?

he already told you he'd wait. seven months. seven impossibly long, slow-burning months.

so why talk? why meet? it wasn’t for him. it didn’t serve him. he’d been clear. he had time, he had patience. this conversation—it was for you. you were the one desperate to make sense of it. to understand his motives. to justify the insanity of it all.

but how were you supposed to justify something that made no sense?

he’s twenty-seven. handsome. polished. wealthy. he could have anyone—literally anyone. girls younger than you, brighter than you, women who weren’t crawling toward their thirties with a fading list of half-achieved dreams and a fridge full of takeout leftovers. why you?

a mid-level employee in a department no one paid much attention to. someone who had to fight tooth and nail just to be noticed in board meetings. someone who had accomplishments but no one to toast with. someone who fell asleep most nights with their phone face-down and on silent because no one was texting anyway.

why you?

you didn’t have an answer.

you finished your tasks—barely—and the moment the clock hit the end of your shift, you shut your computer down with shaky fingers and grabbed your bag. your steps felt heavy, reluctant, as you made your way through the hall toward the entrance. part of you wanted to bolt, to pretend nothing had ever been said, to go home and crawl into bed and put on a show you wouldn’t really watch. to sleep off the confusion like a bad hangover.

but the doors opened before you could entertain the thought. those clean, automatic glass doors slid apart with a hiss, and there he was.

leaning casually against one of the white pillars just outside, his suit jacket draped neatly over his forearm, his other hand gripping his sleek black briefcase like it weighed nothing. he looked like something out of a commercial—well-dressed, composed, the perfect image of success. but when his eyes met yours, something flickered beneath the surface. maybe restraint. maybe tension. maybe nothing.

he walked toward you calmly, the sound of his footsteps muffled by the smooth tile.

“get in the car,” he said, voice even. “we’re going to talk. like you wanted.”

not a question. not a request.

he turned without waiting for your answer and made his way to a parked luxury sedan—shiny, deep black, windows tinted so dark you could barely see the interior. he opened the passenger door for you, as if the conversation that waited inside was just another part of his routine.

you hesitated, only for a second.

but then you followed.

because no matter how messy your thoughts were, no matter how terrified or confused or unworthy you felt, one truth cut through the noise:

you wanted to know.

you slid into the passenger seat, trying to calm the way your heart was sprinting inside your chest. the door closed beside you with a quiet thunk, sealing you into a space you weren’t sure you were ready for.

he walked around the front of the car and got in behind the wheel, smooth and unhurried.

you stared straight ahead.

ready—or not—to finally ask the questions that wouldn’t leave you alone.

the silence in the car wasn’t uncomfortable. not exactly. but it was dense—like fog inside your chest, heavy and silent and there to stay.

you stared out the window as the city drifted past, familiar buildings made foreign by the storm in your head. beside you, jaehyun drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift. there was music playing—low, jazzy, old—but he didn’t speak. not until you passed a traffic light and he tilted his head, casually.

“did you get enough sleep last night?” he asked, like he was commenting on the weather.

you didn’t look at him. “not really.”

“figured,” he said, turning smoothly into another avenue. “you looked like hell.”

you gave a humorless chuckle, resting your elbow against the door and propping your chin in your hand. “thanks for the compliment, sir.”

“anytime,” he said dryly.

and that was it. that was all the small talk he offered. nothing personal. nothing intimate. just an acknowledgment that he saw you. that he’d noticed.

the drive was short, and before you could make sense of anything, you were already parking in front of a modest little korean restaurant tucked between a laundromat and a bookstore. it smelled like steam, garlic, and simmered bone broth. a place where people went for real food and no-frills comfort.

“this place has the best gomguk in the city,” jaehyun said, grabbing his briefcase from the back. “been coming here since i was a teenager.”

you hesitated at the door. “you like bone soup?”

“love it.”

you wrinkled your nose. “i can’t stand that stuff. never could. not even as a kid.”

he paused mid-step and gave you a look, slightly amused. “well,” he said, “there’s our first disagreement as a couple.”

you blinked at him, caught off guard. “what?”

“now i know you don’t like gomguk. guess i’ll have to avoid cooking it for you.”

you said nothing.

because he wasn’t joking. not really. not entirely. and that was the part that made your mouth dry.

how could he say things like that so easily? so naturally? as if you hadn’t spent the entire day unraveling at the seams while he strutted through the office like nothing had happened?

he sat across from you at the table, unbothered, scanning the menu like it wasn’t even necessary. he already knew what he wanted. meanwhile, you still didn’t know why you were there.

you picked something else. kimchi jjigae, maybe—safe, familiar, strong enough to mask the taste of your confusion.

once the server took your orders and disappeared behind the curtain, you leaned forward, folding your hands together to stop them from trembling.

“why me?”

his eyes lifted slowly from the empty table to your face. “there’s no reason,” he said. “i just want to give you what you want.”

“do you say that to all women?”

he smirked. “if i did, i’d probably be married to half the city by now.”

you shook your head. “don’t do that.”

“do what?”

“don’t treat this like a mission,” you snapped, trying not to raise your voice. “i don’t need your pity. i shared something vulnerable with you, yeah. but that doesn’t mean you have to swoop in and rescue me from a miserable life of solitude by offering a ring. this isn’t some fairytale. i don’t need a man to save me.”

“i never said you did.”

you exhaled slowly. “i want to love and be loved. to build something. something real. not this... whatever this is. a contract. a deal. a deadline to escape loneliness.”

his expression didn’t shift. not a single flicker. but his voice softened.

“then let’s say this. if in seven months, you still haven’t found someone—someone who makes you feel like you can build something... try it with me.”

you stared at him. hard. trying to read every intention in the lines of his face.

“just like that?”

“just like that.”

you couldn’t look away.

and then he said it. the words that settled into the cracks of your resolve like warm rain after a drought.

“we can love. i can love you. you can love me, if you want to. if you want to date, we can date. you don’t have to feel pressured. i just think... you’re worth the risk. and i don’t think you should torture yourself every day that passes just because you haven’t ‘settled down.’ opportunities don’t always come twice. sometimes you have to grab them while they’re here. or regret it forever.”

your lips parted, but nothing came out.

you looked at him then—not as the cold, polished man who walked the halls like a ghost in tailored suits. not as your boss. not as someone who confused and overwhelmed you.

you saw him as a man.

a man who knew what he wanted. who wasn’t afraid to take action. who looked you in the eye and offered you something you weren’t even sure you deserved.

his jawline. his eyes. the little wrinkle between his brows when he got serious. the calm way he listened. the confidence. the clarity.

you saw him differently.

you weren’t ready to give him an answer. not yet.

but something inside you had shifted.

you just didn’t know what to call it.

he didn’t rush you.

he didn’t push.

he just sat there across from you in that tiny booth, his sleeves rolled up and his tie slightly loosened, waiting with the kind of quiet confidence that only made your heart beat louder. he stirred his soup gently, letting it cool, occasionally taking a sip without ever looking away from you for too long.

and then he said it—casually, as if proposing something as simple as lunch next week.

“let’s do this. i’ll pick you up after work from now on. we’ll go out. have dinner. spend time together. see what happens. let it unfold naturally.”

just like that.

your breath caught. “i… i have doubts,” you admitted, almost in a whisper. “i don’t know what to say. i don’t know what to feel. this is all so sudden, so... fast.”

he nodded, unbothered. “that’s okay.”

you blinked. “that’s okay?”

“yes. it’s not a race. but you heard what i said—opportunities don’t always knock twice. you don’t have to say yes right now. just think about it.”

but you were thinking. too much.

his voice played on repeat in your mind: we can love. i can love you. you can love me. and god, wasn’t that the exact thing you’d been terrified of never having?

your fingers trembled under the table. your palms clammy, your mouth dry. you rubbed your hands together slowly, grounding yourself in that simple motion, trying to breathe.

he didn’t flinch. didn’t ask again. just kept sipping his soup, patient as stone, like he’d already accepted whatever answer you’d give him.

you stared at your food, at the steam rising, the way the aroma filled the space between you and him like something sacred. you still couldn’t stand bone soup. but somehow, being across from him made it smell less... offensive. less like something to run from.

and you remembered.

all those nights crying in silence.

all those mornings brushing your teeth with tears stuck in your throat because you didn’t know if ever would come.

ever finding someone.

ever being enough.

ever being loved without begging for it.

maybe he wasn’t what you imagined.

maybe he was better.

you looked up at him.

“okay,” you said, softly. then stronger. “okay. i’ll try. i’ll let you pick me up. we’ll go on these dates. maybe… maybe i can love you. maybe i can let myself be loved by you.”

he paused mid-sip, eyes lifting.

your voice cracked slightly when you added, “maybe i can stay with you.”

for a beat, the world went still.

he didn’t smile wide. didn’t gloat or tease.

he just gave a slow, almost imperceptible nod. his eyes warm, deep, but controlled—like someone who’d been expecting this moment and didn’t want to scare it off.

“good,” he said. “that’s all i needed.”

you swallowed hard.

and for the first time since that strange proposal, something in your chest loosened.

you weren’t sure if this was love.

but it was a beginning.

the next morning. everything is different.

you walk into the building like you own the damn place—heels sharp, suit immaculate, makeup clean and fierce, ponytail slicked high like a crown. the memory of yesterday—your stumble, your throbbing head, your wandering thoughts—now felt like a distant, irrelevant dream. that wasn’t you. this was.

a woman who knew what she wanted.

a woman who said yes.

you smiled to yourself in the elevator. not just any smile—that kind. the kind that curled at the corners, the kind that held secrets, the kind that felt like sin dressed in silk. the kind that belonged to someone with a man waiting outside a restaurant, ordering bone broth, and talking about love like it was something simple. doable. inevitable.

you were early. again. not by accident this time, but by choice.

you slid into your desk, organized, efficient, present. the hum of the office hadn’t started yet, and you took advantage of the calm, catching up on reports and scheduling the week like the good girl you were trained to be. but this time, it was different. you weren’t surviving the day. you were anticipating it.

and then—at exactly the hour—he walked in.

jung jaehyun.

same black suit. same silver watch. same air of cool detachment.

but today, when he passed by your desk and muttered his usual, “good morning,” you didn’t just nod like before.

you stood up—too fast.

too happy.

“good morning, mr. jeong!” you sang, voice lilting and almost musical, like you’d just won the lottery.

it was instinctual. not calculated. just... you.

the entire floor stopped.

heads turned.

some eyebrows shot up. a few eyes narrowed.

jaehyun himself halted in his tracks, looking back at you slowly, his brows drawn together in the tiniest frown. he cleared his throat.

“everyone, back to work,” he said, voice firm. and then, after one last look—eyes narrowed at you in something between confusion and amusement—he turned and walked away.

you bit your lip so hard it almost hurt, barely suppressing the giggle building in your throat.

the memory of last night echoed in your mind, maybe i can love you, maybe i can stay with you—and now here you were, trying not to beam like a teenager with a crush. you watched his back disappear into his office, and your lips curled up, despite yourself.

you could still feel his eyes on you. even if he wasn’t looking.

after work, you waited by the entrance as the glass doors slid open.

he was already there—like he promised. leaning casually against his car, black coat folded over one arm, briefcase in hand, gaze scanning the horizon like the perfect ceo out of a drama. but as soon as his eyes met yours, they softened—barely, subtly—but you noticed.

“get in,” he said, opening the passenger door for you.

you slipped in without protest, heart beating faster than it had any right to.

once the car pulled away from the curb, the silence settled—but it didn’t last long.

“you can’t do that,” he said, not harshly, just... firm.

“do what?” you asked, knowing damn well.

“greet me like that. like that.” he glanced at you sideways. “at work.”

you shrugged. “what? we’re dating now. aren’t we?”

“we’re seeing where this goes,” he corrected. “but we still have to be professional. people talk. your position can be affected. and mine—”

you cut in, not harshly but with a certain fire. “i’m not going to apologize for being happy.”

“i’m not asking you to apologize.”

“then don’t ask me to pretend. i’ll dial it down, sure. but i’m not going to act like you don’t mean something to me when we’re under the same roof eight hours a day.”

he stayed quiet for a beat, tapping the wheel with one hand, lips twitching like he was trying not to smile.

“is this how you are with all your boyfriends?”

you grinned. “i’m worse.”

he laughed. actually laughed. that deep, velvet sound you hadn’t heard much outside of formalities.

“well, i’ll brace myself,” he said. “i might enjoy it.”

you turned to the window, hiding your smile. this was really happening.

the drive back was quiet at first—a comfortable silence that didn’t demand immediate conversation. the kind of quiet that says: you don’t need to perform, just exist here with me.

the radio was on. a soft playlist of english ballads played in the background—songs about longing, beginnings, maybe even second chances. you doubted jaehyun picked them himself. it was probably just the algorithm. still, the timing felt so precise… so intentional, that you wondered if the universe was helping him out tonight.

you played with your fingers over your thighs, crossing and uncrossing your legs slowly, watching the night pass outside the window. city lights in the distance. trees swaying softly in the wind. you tried to guess where he was taking you next, but the truth was… you didn’t really care.

not knowing was part of the charm.

“where are we going?” you finally asked, unable to resist the curiosity.

he smiled without turning to look at you, eyes steady on the road ahead.

“it’s a secret,” he said. “you’ll have to wait and see.”

you squinted at him with mock suspicion, amused—and yet, inside, your heart started to thump a little faster with every mile.

there was something strangely beautiful about not being in control this time. about letting yourself be taken somewhere, not out of submission, but out of trust. you weren’t used to that. you weren’t used to letting anyone drive. but tonight, you wanted to believe you could lean back and just... be.

and then… the car turned down a dark, barely lit road, and you saw it.

a wide, open lot. a giant projector screen glowing at the far end. dozens of cars parked in neat rows, some with trunks open, fairy lights, blankets, snacks. couples curled together under the stars.

it was a drive-in movie. like something out of an old romance film.

you gasped, both hands flying to your mouth as you turned to him.

“oh my god. no way. are you serious?! i love the movies—but i've never done this. i’ve always wanted to, but… i don’t know. it just never happened.”

jaehyun glanced at you sideways. and this time, he smiled. really smiled. not the polite, composed smile he wore in the hallways or meetings—but something warm. something real.

“then it was a good idea,” he said simply.

he parked in the middle row. good view of the screen, but far enough for privacy. you were already melting—and then he popped the trunk.

a thick blanket. two small pillows. a tote bag with snacks—popcorn, a big soda bottle, even the exact chocolate bars you’d once said you liked during a random, probably drunk, late-night conversation. you didn’t even remember mentioning it.

he did.

“did you plan all of this?” you asked, curled slightly sideways in the passenger seat while he arranged everything with care between you.

“i just wanted you to be comfortable,” he said. “i wanted it to be... special.”

no posturing. no hidden motive. just sincerity. you felt it in the way he unfolded the blanket and draped it gently over your lap. in how he checked the window—cracked just enough to let in the breeze, not enough to let in the cold. In how he handed you the soda first, before even opening his own drink.

the movie started. some lighthearted rom-com with ridiculous dialogue and cheesy plot points, but it didn’t matter. it was perfect. low-stakes. no pressure. you curled your legs under you, blanket snug, the flickering light from the screen dancing across your skin.

every once in a while, you’d glance at jaehyun. and more than once, you caught him watching you instead of the film.

“are you bored?” you whispered.

“not even close.”

“you haven’t laughed once.”

he turned to you, that sarcastic little smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth, eyes narrowed just slightly.

“you’re already making enough noise for the both of us.”

you gave him a playful slap on the arm, pretending to be offended.

“that was a compliment,” he added, amused.

you rolled your eyes—but smiled. god, you smiled so much that night.

as the credits rolled, something shifted in the silence. the mood thickened—not heavy, just… deeper. weighted with something. a moment hanging on the edge of change. your head leaned against the window as the screen dimmed, your eyes distant but your heart so very full.

he still didn’t touch you.

he didn’t grab your hand. didn’t lean in.

but his presence wrapped around you all the same—solid, patient, waiting. not pushing, just there. learning how to be near you without demanding anything in return.

“thank you,” you said softly, voice almost too quiet to hear. “for this. for everything.”

“you don’t have to thank me.”

“yes, i do. it’s not every day someone goes out of their way like this.”

he paused before answering. his tone was steady, but low.

“i want this to work,” he said. “and if that means planning teenage-level dates with blankets and popcorn, then… yeah. i’ll do that.”

you laughed, eyes dropping to your lap.

“you’re doing well so far.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

and then you looked at each other. just looked. no words needed.

but inside… you felt it.

your shoulders, usually tense, were light. your heart, bruised and cautious for so long, was opening again. quietly, but surely. as if whispering, i’m still here. i still want to believe.

you weren’t sure where this would go. if it would last. if it would end in tears or something worse.

but right now, in his car, under the stars, with the last notes of the film still echoing through your skin…

you wanted to find out.

you wanted to try.

the next morning at the office felt different—less chaotic, more grounded. you greeted the receptionist with a small smile, your heels clicking softly against the marble floor as you made your way in, clutching your coffee cup like a security blanket. you weren't glowing, exactly, but something about you was… softer. less guarded. like a petal finally relaxing in the warmth of spring after a too-long winter.

jaehyun noticed immediately.

you caught him watching you from the glass-walled conference room as you entered the bullpen. he didn't stare, not in a way that would make it obvious to others—but his eyes followed you, just long enough to clock the change. your navy blue pencil skirt hugged your hips, the slit in the back offering just the right amount of grace as you walked. the cream blouse you wore was modest but elegant, the top button left undone, showing the delicate line of your collarbone. your hair was half-up, your makeup minimal, professional—but the gloss on your lips and the quiet shimmer on your eyelids betrayed a whisper of mischief. not overt. just enough for someone paying attention.

you met his gaze briefly through the glass and raised your brows in a silent hello before looking away, sipping your coffee with forced nonchalance.

by the time you crossed paths an hour later—both of you heading into a smaller briefing room—he gave you that look again. the one that asked, really? amused, but faintly disbelieving.

"good morning, mr. jeong," you greeted him politely, eyes straight ahead as if you hadn't spent the last night wrapped in his blanket, watching a movie with your legs tangled under it.

"miss y/l/n," he replied, his lips curving into a knowing smile as he held the door open for you. “very formal today.”

you didn’t rise to the bait. just gave him a brief, professional smile and walked past, heels clicking, not looking back. you were committed to the bit.

the meeting was brief, technical—a review of deliverables, some feedback loops, nothing out of the ordinary. you contributed where you needed to, kept your tone measured, avoided lingering glances. even when he made a rare joke and the room chuckled, you only allowed yourself a small, polite laugh, hands folded neatly on the table.

he didn’t push. but when you passed each other near the coffee station later, his voice dropped low, just enough for you to hear.

“you’re really leaning into the whole executive assistant with boundaries thing, huh?”

you smirked as you refilled your mug, still not looking at him. “just trying to keep things professional, mr. jeong.”

“of course.” he nodded once, pretending to adjust his tie. “wouldn’t want to cross any lines.”

you bit your lip to suppress your grin. the game was on.

at 3:47 PM, your phone lit up with a text from his office number: meeting with the department heads in fifteen. boardroom. don’t be late. signed J.J.

you rolled your eyes but your stomach did a little flip.

the 4 PM meeting dragged—there was a lot of back and forth over campaign numbers and rollout schedules, but you held your own, taking notes, speaking clearly when your insight was needed. you could feel jaehyun watching you when others weren’t—his gaze warm, grounding—but he didn’t speak to you directly unless it was related to the discussion. you appreciated that. It let you stay in control, let you breathe.

after everyone had trickled out and the room was quiet, you stayed behind a moment, closing your laptop and straightening the chairs without a word. he didn’t move from his seat at the head of the table, just watched you as you moved, his fingers idly spinning a pen.

“dinner?” he asked eventually, breaking the silence.

you didn’t look up right away. “are you asking as mr. jeong or...?”

he tilted his head, eyes playful. “just jaehyun.”

you looked up, meeting his eyes. something flickered between you—recognition. of the past few days, the softness in your chest, the way your shoulders had finally stopped bracing for disappointment.

“okay,” you said quietly. “dinner.”

he didn’t take you to a fancy restaurant or anywhere showy. just a quiet little rooftop place downtown, dim lights and mellow music, open air and the sound of the city below. you sat across from him at a small table, knees brushing under the surface. you shared dishes, laughed softly, talked about nothing and everything. he asked about your childhood; you asked about his first heartbreak. there was no rush to get anywhere. just being there—together—was enough.

at some point, after dessert and a second glass of wine, the conversation quieted. the city stretched around you, glittering and alive. jaehyun leaned back in his chair, watching you.

at some point, after dessert and a second glass of wine, the conversation quieted. the city stretched around you, glittering and alive. jaehyun leaned back in his chair, watching you with that open expression he reserved for moments like this—unguarded, gently curious.

“you said you grew up outside the city,” he said, casually swirling the remnants of his drink. “what about your parents?”

you set your fork down and rested your elbows lightly on the table, exhaling. “they still live in the same town. a couple hours from here.”

he nodded. “siblings?”

“one,” you replied. “older brother. married. two little boys.”

jaehyun smiled at that. “you’re the cool aunt.”

you laughed softly, the sound bittersweet. “i try. i send them stickers and weird snacks from the city. but i think i’m mostly the mysterious aunt who lives alone in seoul and doesn’t have a husband, which is a major point of concern for my parents.”

jaehyun raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “concern?”

“oh, huge.” you leaned back, crossing your arms with a mock-serious nod. “they think i’m one heartbreak away from crawling back into my childhood bedroom with a suitcase and giving up entirely. i get the same call every weekend—‘have you met someone yet?’ and ‘when are you coming home, sweetheart?’ like my single status is a national emergency.”

you smiled, tried to make it sound light. funny. but the knot in your chest tugged a little tighter with each word. because underneath the teasing tone, it hurt. the weight of expectation, of having let them down without really meaning to. you’d always thought, by now, you’d have that picture-perfect family. a husband. maybe a child. but life had taken its own sharp turns, and somewhere along the way, you'd lost the map.

before your thoughts could spiral too far inward, you turned your eyes toward him and asked, “what about you? any siblings?”

he shook his head. “only child.”

“wow. that explains the drama,” you teased.

he grinned, playing along. “what drama?”

you shrugged, playful. “the perfectly tousled hair. the quiet confidence. the whole mysterious boss with a tragic past vibe.”

jaehyun laughed, the sound low and warm. “nothing tragic, thankfully. my parents own a condo complex back in busan. they keep to themselves. ever since i moved out, they’ve stayed out of my decisions. no guilt trips. no blind dates.”

he smirked a little, taking another sip. “which is great for me.”

you smiled at that, but there was something about the way he said it—casual, yes, but laced with a kind of loneliness you recognized. the kind that came with being left alone a little too much. with being successful but still carrying a shadow no one quite asked about.

you watched him for a second longer than necessary. then nodded slowly. “that does sound kind of great.”

he looked at you then, really looked, and the silence between you shifted—deeper now. heavy with things not said.

the city hummed around you. glasses clinked from other tables. somewhere, a violinist was playing faintly near the street below. but you only heard the soft cadence of his breath, the way it matched your own.

and then he stood and offered you his hand.

you didn’t hesitate this time. you let him lead you to the edge of the rooftop, where the view was clearer, the air colder. your arms brushed as you looked out together, shoulder to shoulder, warm skin against cool wind.

he turned to you first, eyes darker now, thoughtful. “you don’t need to rush anything. marriage, or whatever they want from you. you’re… okay. just as you are.”

you looked at him slowly, your heart caught somewhere between gratitude and ache. “thanks,” you whispered. “sometimes i forget.”

he stepped closer—barely—but it was enough to make your breath hitch.

you met his gaze, and something shifted between you again. tighter. stronger. the kind of tension that doesn’t demand to be broken, only… felt.

he leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. you didn’t.

your lips met his softly, a single, tentative kiss that carried the full weight of everything left unspoken. sweet, searching, the kind of kiss that says i see you. that says stay.

and when you pulled back, your eyes didn’t dart away.

they lingered.

because something had begun. and neither of you was pretending anymore.

there was no big speech. no sudden declarations.

just the quiet gravity of this moment. the closeness. the way his eyes searched yours with a gentleness that made your breath catch.

april melted into may in soft, golden increments—like a candle burning slow at both ends. the weather grew gentler, the evenings warmer, and with each passing day, your relationship with jaehyun unraveled in small, tender pieces that neither of you rushed to name.

you had more dinners together. nothing extravagant—he wasn’t the kind to impress with grand gestures—but always thoughtful. ramen tucked away in a quiet corner shop with mismatched stools. a spontaneous detour after a work meeting that led to an art gallery’s closing hour. coffee at a tiny cafe with mismatched mugs and jazz playing softly from a dusty speaker. with every outing, something softened between you. the way you spoke to each other, the way you lingered a second longer when saying goodbye, the way your eyes found his in a crowded room and stayed there.

still, at work, everything remained perfectly composed. restrained. you never touched, never called him anything but mr. jeong. no one suspected a thing—and that secrecy gave it all the thrill of something sacred. childish almost. like passing notes under a desk. a shared joke disguised in a spreadsheet. your fingers grazing when you exchanged documents. a glance too long in the breakroom when he poured your coffee before you even asked. you could feel it in the air, that charged silence of two people pretending to be just colleagues, and failing quietly, deliciously.

the project itself was moving well—smooth timelines, promising data. it gave you an excuse to spend more time in his office, laptop open across from his, sometimes both of you too focused to speak for long stretches. sometimes one of you talking while the other typed, nodding with half-listening affection. sometimes, on the slow days, the lines between work and personal conversation blurred gently, like ink on damp paper.

today was one of those days.

you sat across from him, legs crossed under the conference table, scrolling through performance reports while he adjusted a chart on his screen. outside the windows, the afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting pale lines across the carpet and the sleeves of his shirt. he leaned back, stretching slightly, then caught your gaze with a small smile.

“so…” he said, voice lower than usual, “what are you doing this weekend?”

you glanced up, biting your lip to hide a smile. “why? do you need me to run more numbers?”

“maybe,” he said, teasing. “but i was thinking something less tragic. maybe the museum? or that poetry cafe you mentioned.”

you shrugged, trying to sound casual. “depends. are you asking as mr. jeong or as… jaehyun?”

he smirked, eyes playful. “i guess that depends on your answer.”

you were about to respond when the door opened without a knock. both of you sat up straighter instinctively, like students caught passing notes. the supervisor from the analytics division stepped in, scanning the room with barely concealed curiosity.

“mr. jeong,” he said, tone clipped, “the director wants to see you.”

jaehyun stood immediately, buttoning his jacket with an easy nod. “i’ll be there in a moment.”

the supervisor looked at you then. his eyes lingered—not long, but long enough. something unreadable passed over his face. “you’ve been spending a lot of time here,” he said, like it wasn’t a question.

you gave him your most neutral smile. “just supporting the project. we’re on a tight schedule.”

“mm.” he said nothing more, just nodded once and stepped out.

jaehyun glanced at you before leaving, and there was a flicker of something in his eyes—amusement, maybe. or quiet warning. you went back to your laptop, fingers pretending to type while your heart tried to calm its sudden gallop.

the evening found you both in his car again. the sun had already begun its descent, turning the sky a soft shade of apricot. you slid into the passenger seat, closed the door behind you, and without thinking too much, leaned over to kiss his cheek.

his skin was warm under your lips.

he blinked, clearly caught off guard, and for a second, he forgot to hide it. the tips of his ears flushed red. he cleared his throat and reached for the ignition, like nothing happened, but his smile lingered, crooked and faint.

“you keep doing that,” he murmured, not looking at you.

“doing what?” you asked innocently.

he shook his head, eyes on the road. “making it hard to pretend we’re not dating.”

you grinned and didn’t answer.

he drove you to the han river, where the breeze was cool and kind, and the crowds were light enough to feel private. you sat cross-legged on the grass, sharing tteokbokki and fried dumplings from paper trays, watching cyclists blur past under the lamplights. a small speaker nearby played an old ballad, sweet and melancholic, and you leaned into his shoulder without needing permission.

“i like this,” you said softly.

“what part?” he asked.

“this part. where everything’s… quiet.”

he didn’t speak immediately. just reached over and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“me too.”

you looked at him, really looked—and it hit you in that moment how far you’d come. from formal greetings and polite distance to soft laughter and shared silence. from stolen glances to kisses on the cheek that left him blushing.

and somehow, without realizing it, you’d stopped keeping count of how many times you thought about him during the day. because now he was part of your days.

and you didn’t want to imagine them without him anymore.

june arrived with a subtle shift in rhythm—projects moved faster, deadlines drew closer, and the sun stayed longer in the sky. the office felt heavier in the afternoons, warm with late spring air and the quiet hum of new beginnings.

one of those beginnings came in the form of kim jungwoo.

he was transferred from the incheon branch—a bright-eyed analyst with quick wit and a laugh that filled corners. you were told he'd be supporting the data team, and since your department handled most of the projections, he was placed right in front of your desk, where your eyes met every time you looked up. your first impression of him was that he was disarmingly charming—too friendly, too easygoing for the stiff, quiet culture of the office—but undeniably efficient. he asked questions that made sense, learned fast, and had a way of easing tension with a joke delivered just under his breath.

you kept things professional, as always. showed him how you sorted the quarterly metrics, how to navigate the company’s outdated database system without crashing it, how to color-code your sheets for easier reading. he listened, smiled, nodded. and eventually, he joked. made you laugh when you’d been staring at the same budget chart for hours. brought you coffee with your name scribbled on the lid in dramatic calligraphy. sometimes too much, sometimes exactly what you needed.

you liked him. platonically. comfortably. it was easy to like jungwoo.

but jaehyun noticed. of course he did.

at first, it was subtle. he’d call you into his office more frequently, asking for reports he usually didn’t request until later in the week. you didn’t think much of it—until you realized he was keeping you in there for hours. even when the topic had already run dry, even when both of you were silently pretending to still be discussing something relevant. you’d glance at your watch, mumble about needing to check on jungwoo’s progress, and jaehyun would give you this look—tight-lipped, unreadable, almost irritated.

the third time it happened, you couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“are you seriously going to keep me hostage in your office every time jungwoo asks me a question?” you asked, laptop balanced on your knees, arms crossed.

jaehyun didn’t answer right away. he leaned back in his chair, one hand draped lazily over the armrest, watching you. but there was tension under his cool expression, the kind that coiled in his jaw.

“you’re my girlfriend” he said, voice low, measured. “even if we have to act like colleagues in this building, you’re not just anyone to me.”

your breath caught. not because of what he said—because of the way he said it. with that sharp, quiet certainty, like it wasn’t up for debate.

“you’re jealous,” you muttered, trying to smile, to turn it into something lighter.

“of course i’m jealous,” he said, leaning forward. “he’s new, he’s charming, and he’s looking at you like he already knows what you taste like.”

your face flushed.

you looked away, but only for a second.

because when you met his eyes again, he stood.

in two strides he was in front of you, taking the laptop gently from your knees and setting it on the coffee table without a word. then he cupped your face with both hands and kissed you—deep, slow, and hungry. there was nothing tentative about it. it wasn’t sweet or shy. it was possession, poured soft and molten through the shape of his mouth on yours. you sighed into it, hands gripping the front of his shirt, pulse thudding in your throat.

he pulled away just enough to speak, voice rough. “don’t tease me about this.”

you nodded, breathless. “okay.”

and then he kissed you again.

the kiss tasted like all the things you weren’t allowed to say out loud. frustration. longing. the ache of pretending, day after day, that you were only what the world let you be. his thumb stroked your jaw as his mouth opened against yours, deeper now, slower. you felt your knees weaken and your thoughts scatter, all logic melting into the heat of the moment.

that night, like every night since the start of your secret, you met him outside the office. his car waited at the edge of the lot, tinted windows and the soft thump of quiet music playing through the speakers. you slid into the passenger seat, your heart already dancing.

this time, he didn’t say hello.

he reached over and kissed you—harder than before, lips parting yours in a way that made your body sing. the car wasn’t moving. neither of you were thinking. you kissed like it was all you knew how to do. mouths hungry, breath shallow, his hand tracing the edge of your thigh just enough to make you gasp. every time you pulled away for air, he followed. every time he groaned into your kiss, you shivered.

he never rushed.

never crossed that line you hadn’t yet spoken about.

but you felt how close it hovered. just under the skin.

and as your lips brushed his one last time before pulling back, your forehead resting against his, you whispered, “i like it when you get jealous.”

his smile was crooked. dangerous.

“you better not like it too much,” he said, his thumb stroking the corner of your mouth, “because next time… i might not let you leave so easily.”

thursday crept in quietly, with no big plans or messages of anticipation. the city, usually loud and hungry for excitement, felt unusually tame that week—like it had spent itself on too many events, too many evenings out, too many people chasing novelty in crowded cafés and rooftop bars. maybe it was just you, though. maybe everything had started to feel dull because your world had shifted to revolve around something—someone—entirely new. and nothing outside of that circle could compare anymore.

you barely spent time in your apartment lately. always out. always in his car, in places that weren’t quite home but felt more real because he was there. so on that afternoon, with your head tilted against the cold surface of your desk and your brain spinning from spreadsheets, you blurted it out between quiet keyboard taps.

“don’t make any plans tomorrow night.”

jaehyun glanced at you from across his office, pen in hand, eyebrows drawn. “should i be worried?”

you smiled without looking up. “you’re staying over. the weekend. at my place.”

the pause was heavy. not uncomfortable, but... loaded. you didn’t dare lift your head until he spoke.

“wait—what?”

and there it was. you looked at him finally, biting your bottom lip to keep from smiling too wide. he looked stunned. genuinely caught off guard.

“you heard me. pack a bag. pajamas. toothbrush. snacks. i don’t know. whatever you need to survive two days with me.”

his face went red. a deep, rich pink that spread across his cheeks to the tips of his ears. you laughed. he was thinking things.

“ya, what were you imagining?” you teased, narrowing your eyes at him with a smirk.

“nothing!” he defended too fast. “i just... i didn’t expect we’d be spending the weekend... alone like that. it’s not a bad thing. i like it. i like the idea. i just—i mean, we’ve been doing great. this relationship. it feels good. real. and... if it keeps going like this, who knows—maybe one day we’ll get married.”

you froze.

he didn’t say it as a joke. it was quiet. casual. but he meant it.

married.

you hadn’t thought about that in weeks. you’d been so swept up in the rush of the new—new glances, new kisses, new secret dates and stolen evenings. but that word made your heart skip, stumble, leap. it opened a future you hadn’t dared imagine.

married to jeong jaehyun. walking down an aisle. your coworkers gasping. your parents trying to stay calm. him lifting your veil. kissing you like it was the beginning of forever. sunday mornings with kids and cartoons and coffee. vacations. shared bookshelves. him waiting at the door when you got home.

you shook the image out of your head.

“you can’t just say things like that,” you whispered, barely breathing.

“why not?” he asked softly, his eyes sincere. “it’s where we’re going, right?”

friday night came like a slow exhale.

he arrived with a small black duffle bag slung over his shoulder and a sheepish grin. you wore mismatched pajamas—striped pants and a faded hoodie from a school club you barely remembered joining. the sight of you like that made him laugh, and the sound was so unguarded it made your chest ache with affection.

you stayed in. ordered too much food. picked a cheesy rom-com that made you cry halfway through. he kept making sarcastic comments at first, trying to pretend he didn’t care, until somewhere in the middle he got quiet. his hand found yours under the blanket, warm and steady. when the credits rolled, your head was on his shoulder and your eyes were puffy.

“i hate that you made me cry,” you sniffled, wiping your face.

“i didn’t make you cry. blame julia roberts,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

the rest of the night blurred. an improvised dinner of instant noodles and wine, soft music from your phone speaker, him dancing stupidly in the kitchen with a wooden spoon, trying to make you laugh. and you did. hard. the kind of laugh that made you forget to be careful.

when it got late, and the lights dimmed, the kisses came back. slow. long. searching. his hands on your waist, your fingers in his hair, breathing each other in like you were afraid to stop. the heat built, like always, but neither of you pushed further. it wasn’t time. not yet. but god, it was close.

saturday was lazy and warm and beautiful.

you woke up tangled in the blankets, his arm draped over your stomach, his breath soft against your neck. the kind of morning you never thought you’d get to have—where nothing was urgent, and everything felt right.

you took turns in the shower, argued over who finished the milk, and spent an hour sitting on the floor flipping through old photo albums you’d forgotten you had. you didn’t plan to show him—but he insisted. and once he started looking, he didn’t stop.

“wait... this is you in high school?” he asked, pointing at a photo.

“yeah,” you said, embarrassed. “why?”

“you were so cute.”

you rolled your eyes. “i wasn’t popular or anything. i had one boyfriend. lasted a week.”

he stared. “a week?”

“he said i was too uptight and boring.”

jaehyun’s mouth dropped open. “that guy was an idiot.”

you laughed. “no, he was probably right. i’ve always been... structured. controlled. even back then. guess that’s why i’m like this now—such a workaholic.”

he didn’t laugh. instead, he kept looking at your photo—finger brushing over the glossy paper like it meant something.

“if i had met you back then,” he said quietly, “i would’ve fallen in love with you. no doubt.”

your breath caught.

he didn’t look away. “i wouldn’t have let you go. not for a second.”

“you don’t mean that,” you whispered, unsure what else to say.

“i do,” he said, firm. “you’re not boring. you’re brilliant. you’re thoughtful. you see things no one else sees. you work harder than anyone i know. and... you make me want to be better.”

tears pricked your eyes again. not from sadness. just—too much emotion. too much truth.

“you’re going to make me cry again,” you whispered.

“then cry,” he said, pulling you close. “but only if you let me hold you through it.”

the rest of the weekend passed like a dream.

grocery runs in sweatpants. a half-burnt attempt at making pancakes. arguments over which playlist was better for cleaning the kitchen. you wore ridiculous socks with cartoons on them. he made fun of you until you found his even worse ones.

you kissed between chores. kissed while brushing your teeth. kissed while folding laundry.

it wasn’t glamorous.

but it felt like home.

and when sunday night came, and he packed his bag again, you didn’t want him to go. not because of the sex, or the thrill, or the high of newness. but because somewhere between instant noodles and high school photos, you realized something terrifying and beautiful—

you were falling in love.

for real.

for the first time.

towards the end of the month, your phone rings. you’re in your apartment, folding laundry with the window cracked open to let in the soft breeze of early summer. the sunlight filters through sheer curtains, painting everything in golden hues. you glance at the caller id and feel a knot tighten in your stomach. mom.

you answer.

“it’s your father’s birthday this weekend,” she says, skipping greetings as always, her voice a mix of cheerful anticipation and subtle reprimand. “you should come visit. he’s been asking if we’ll see you.”

you agree, almost without thinking, but then comes the dreaded question.

“and? have you found a boyfriend yet or do i need to talk to mrs. lee again?”

you rub your temple. “mom—”

“her son is still single, you know. owns a good piece of land. sells vegetables to that big food corporation. you’d be set for life.”

you exhale deeply, eyes closing in frustration.

“i’m… i’m seeing someone.”

a pause. then her voice lights up like fireworks. “you are? oh, this is wonderful! finally, you’re not wasting away alone up there in that office job.”

“mom, we’ve just started seeing each other,” you say, hesitating. “it’s too soon to—”

“no,” she cuts in firmly. “you don’t have time to be unsure. the train is about to leave the station, sweetheart. you either get on or it’s gone. bring him. we want to meet him.”

before you can argue, the call ends with a clipped goodbye, and you’re left staring at your phone, pulse racing and chest tight.

the rest of the week, you feel like a ghost of yourself. distracted at work, distant on your dates with jaehyun, your mind spinning in loops. he notices immediately—of course he does—and it only takes one missed joke and a quiet dinner for him to call you out on it.

you’re sitting across from him, poking at your food. the restaurant is softly lit, cozy, but there’s a distance in your eyes.

“y/n,” he says, setting his chopsticks down. “what’s going on?”

“nothing,” you mutter, but he leans in.

“don’t give me that. we’re together now, remember? you can talk to me. or… if you’re second guessing this… if i’m moving too fast, just tell me. i can handle it.”

your heart aches at his words. you reach across the table, grabbing his hand.

“it’s not that. i’m not doubting us,” you say quietly. “it’s just… my mom called. she wants me to visit this weekend for my dad’s birthday. and she… kind of expects me to bring you.”

he blinks. then, without hesitation, he says, “okay. then i’ll come.”

you blink right back. “wait, seriously?”

“yes. if it means that much to them—and to you—I want to go. i want to meet your family, y/n. it feels right.”

your chest swells with something warm and terrifying. you nod, silently.

friday comes and your suitcase is zipped and ready by the door. you’re wearing a floral summer dress, light and breezy, with your favorite pair of nude heels that make your legs look longer than they are. your hair is pinned loosely, lip tint soft and rosy. there’s a nervous flutter in your chest when you step outside.

jaehyun is already waiting beside his car, leaning casually against it like he belongs in a photoshoot. he’s in cream linen pants and a sage green button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, collar open at the throat. his sunglasses reflect the afternoon sun, and he looks, frankly, too good to be standing in your quiet little street. you gulp.

“need help with those?” he says with a grin, reaching for your bags before you can answer.

the ride is filled with music, laughter, and long, thoughtful silences. the kind that don't feel awkward, but full. pregnant with meaning. he holds your hand on the highway, thumb stroking the back of it lazily, his warmth anchoring you through your nerves.

when you pull up to your parents' house—a modest home with stone finishings and a neat little front garden—your heart thunders. everything feels smaller, more fragile, like stepping back in time. your mom rushes out first, apron still tied around her waist, eyes wide and wet with excitement.

and when she sees jaehyun? she nearly cries. “you’re real,” she says, pressing her hands together like she’s witnessing a miracle. your dad comes out next, chuckling as he wipes his hands on a dish towel.

“so this is the young man,” he says with a knowing nod, clapping jaehyun on the back. “your mother hasn’t shut up about you since she found out.”

inside, the dining table is set with your dad’s favorite dishes. everything smells like memory. you sit in the living room afterward, your parents across from you, jaehyun beside you on the couch, close enough to feel his knee brushing yours.

he speaks up first, voice calm and clear.

“i just want to say that i’m very serious about your daughter,” he says. “i have genuine intentions. we’re still getting to know each other, but… if things keep going the way they are, i’d like to build a future with her.”

your mother gasps, reaching for a tissue. your father nods slowly, visibly moved.

“this… this is the best birthday gift i could ask for,” he says.

you shrink into the couch, cheeks burning, while jaehyun’s hand finds yours again and squeezes gently.

then comes the chaos.

your older brother, baekhyun, bursts through the door with his wife and two kids in tow. he takes one look at you and smirks.

“who’s the guy and what have you done with my perpetually single little sister?”

you groan. “shut up, baek.”

the two of you bicker like teenagers, tossing playful insults back and forth while your nephews cling to your legs, shouting your name with delight. you hand them the toys you brought and their eyes light up like it’s christmas.

jaehyun watches it all, amused, until one of the boys climbs into his lap and hands him a toy too.

he freezes.

and in that moment, something shifts in him. the sound of children’s laughter, the image of you with a soft smile, cradling one of your nephews in your arms. the warmth of this home, the love in every corner. he imagines it—having this with you. kids with your eyes. a house that’s yours. your framed wedding photo on the wall. vacations. birthdays. late-night talks in bed. wrinkles and silver hair, but still loving you with the same fire.

he blushes.

and you notice.

“what?” you whisper as you lean close.

he shakes his head, smiling to himself. “nothing. just… i really, really like this. all of it.”

the night unfolds gently. dinner turns into stories, stories into laughter, and soon the sun has long set and the house is lit with warm yellow lights. you and jaehyun sit outside for a moment, watching the stars.

he wraps an arm around you, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

“you feel like home,” you whisper, not even realizing the words have slipped out.

he turns to look at you, eyes soft. “so do you.”

and in the quiet, with the cicadas singing and the echo of your family’s voices drifting from inside, you know.

this might just be the beginning of everything.

the month of july passed by with little to no complications. your parents were pleased with jaehyun, and you could tell that their approval meant the world to him. jungwoo, on the other hand, was playful and teasing, but with a newfound sense of respect, especially as jaehyun started to show more signs of being protective, making sure that jungwoo didn’t cross any boundaries. you were still professional with everyone at work, but the chemistry between you and jaehyun was undeniable. nights together were spent laughing, and weekends were filled with stolen moments of joy, where you both shared something more than just professional courtesy.

jaehyun had made a habit of calling you during the day, just to check on you, and you found yourself doing the same. the conversations were simple, but they felt important. visits to his office became more frequent, sometimes just for work, but other times, it was an excuse to sneak in a kiss or two. the passion between you two continued to build, a slow, steady fire that became increasingly hard to ignore.

one night, a wednesday, you both ignored the weather forecast and decided to take your date out in the city. the air was warm, and the lights of the city sparkled as you walked the streets together. the mood was light, but as midnight approached, the weather took a sharp turn. dark clouds rolled in, and soon, rain began to pour, turning into a violent storm. the wind howled, and the streets quickly flooded. jaehyun’s car struggled against the force of the water, and you couldn’t help but grip the seat, anxious.

jaehyun tried to keep calm, glancing at you with a reassuring smile. “it’s okay, nothing’s going to happen,” he said, though you could tell he was also feeling the weight of the storm.

the rain pounded against the windows, and the car barely moved as the currents began to grow stronger. after what felt like an eternity, you both agreed that waiting in the car wasn’t safe anymore. as you both discussed where to go, a motel appeared in front of you. it seemed like an odd choice, but the parking lot was dry, and there were few other options at that hour. both of you hesitated, unsure of what to do. it was a strange situation—neither of you wanted to suggest anything that could be misinterpreted.

jaehyun was the one to break the silence. “let’s just use the parking lot, at least we’ll have shelter from the rain,” he said. “and if it lasts all night, we’ll have a warm place to stay.”

you nodded, a little nervous. “yeah, i mean, we’re not going to do anything else, right? just sleep, then in the morning, we’ll head back to our places and go to work, right?”

jaehyun smiled at you, trying to ease your nerves. “of course, just a safe place to wait out the storm. no pressure.”

you both parked and got out of the car, a little stiff from the tension, but the moment you entered the motel, things started to feel different. jaehyun took the lead, making sure you were comfortable and settled in, giving you space to breathe. He didn’t rush you, always checking to see how you felt.

both of you were tired from the day, and the weather didn’t help the situation, so after some brief, awkward glances, you both decided to take separate showers to unwind. you both changed into something more comfortable, but since it was summer and it was warm, you decided to just sleep in your underwear. when you looked at jaehyun in his, the moment felt almost surreal. his gaze lingered for a moment before he quickly turned away, as if both of you were still trying to adjust to how close you had become.

“you know,” he said softly, his voice breaking the silence, “you don’t have to feel awkward. we’re taking things at our own pace.”

you smiled, feeling your heartbeat quicken at the sound of his voice. “what if i want to go faster?” you said, your words surprising even yourself.

jaehyun looks at you, eyes widening slightly before they darken with something deeper—something he’s clearly been holding back. “are you sure?” he asks, voice low, almost trembling with restraint.

you nod, stepping closer, your fingers brushing against his bare chest. “i’m sure.”

his hands find your waist gently at first, testing the waters, but when you lean into him, he pulls you in like he’s been waiting forever to hold you like this. his lips find yours in a kiss that starts soft, exploratory, but quickly deepens, hungry and needing. he walks you backwards slowly until the back of your knees hit the bed, and you fall onto it with a soft gasp, taking him with you.

his hands roam your body, reverent and slow, like he’s memorizing every inch of you. he whispers your name against your skin, trailing kisses down your neck, over your collarbone, and lower still. your breath hitches when his mouth lingers between your thighs, his eyes meeting yours, waiting for any sign to stop—but you nod again, your fingers threading into his hair, guiding him closer.

what he gives you isn’t rushed. it’s worship. like he’s been dreaming of this moment for too long to waste it. you lose yourself in the rhythm of his mouth, the way he listens to your body, adjusting, teasing, giving. he doesn’t stop until your thighs are shaking and your voice is broken with moans you couldn’t hold back.

when he finally crawls back up your body, his lips kiss yours again, slower this time, tasting you. he whispers, “still okay?” and you nod, pulling him closer.

when he slides into you, it’s not hurried or careless. it’s deep, slow, and overwhelming in the best way. you cling to him, breathless, as your bodies move together like they were made to. he holds your gaze, foreheads pressed together, sweat-damp skin sticking in the summer heat, but neither of you care.

you whisper his name like a prayer, and he answers with yours, over and over, like he’s trying to brand it into the moment.

you fall apart in his arms, not once, but twice, and he follows soon after, burying his face in your neck as he trembles against you. 

his lips are still on yours when he pushes deeper inside you, and this time, there’s no hesitation. your body arches under him, the stretch of him delicious and overwhelming all at once. he fills you slowly, inch by inch, like he wants to feel every reaction he pulls from you.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he breathes out, forehead resting against yours. “been thinking about this for so long.”

you moan softly, nails dragging down his back as he starts to move, slow at first, rolling his hips into you with precision that makes your legs tremble. he kisses down your throat, biting softly at your skin as he picks up the pace, each thrust hitting deeper, harder. the headboard taps gently against the wall, a quiet rhythm that matches the sound of your breathy moans and his soft, low groans.

your fingers clutch the sheets, the pleasure building with every thrust. jaehyun’s hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider for him, and the new angle has you gasping his name, your voice breaking. he doesn’t stop—he can’t stop—lost in the feel of you, the sounds you make, the way your body clings to his like it’s the only place it belongs.

he pulls out just enough to see the way you take him, watching your slick coat his length before sliding back in with a filthy, wet sound that makes your toes curl. “look at you,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip, eyes locked on yours. “so fucking beautiful like this.”

when he shifts, propping one of your legs over his shoulder, the angle has you crying out, your whole body shuddering. “you’re so deep,” you whimper, and he groans, hips snapping faster, harder, chasing both your highs like a man starved.

your climax hits hard—white-hot and blinding—as your walls clamp down around him, dragging him over the edge with you. he cums with a strangled moan, burying himself to the hilt, his hips stuttering as he spills into you. he stays there, chest pressed to yours, breathing heavy, hearts pounding in sync.

after a few moments, he pulls out slowly, carefully, kissing your shoulder as he lies beside you and pulls you into his arms.

your body’s still trembling when he runs a hand down your spine, voice low and thick with affection. “think we’re still just sleeping?”

you laugh softly against his chest, lazy fingers tracing circles on his skin. “not a chance.”

he kisses the top of your head. “then let’s not sleep yet.”

and before you can even respond, he’s already kissing down your body again—because one round clearly wasn’t enough.

you barely have time to catch your breath before jaehyun’s mouth is back on your skin, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your chest, between your breasts, over your stomach. his hands roam your thighs with greedy fingers, and even though you’re still sensitive, your body responds instantly—needy, aching, already ready for him again.

“you’re still so wet,” he murmurs, spreading you open with his fingers, dragging two of them slowly through your folds. “fuck, baby… you’re dripping.”

your hips jerk when he circles your clit, light and teasing, and you whine, fingers gripping the sheets. “j-jaehyun…”

he smirks, dark eyes meeting yours as he sinks his fingers into you—slow, deep, curling just right. “you can take it, can’t you?” he says, voice thick with lust. “you want it again.”

you nod helplessly, mouth parted as your back arches off the bed. he fucks you with his fingers until you’re trembling again, begging for him, grinding down onto his hand like you can’t get enough—and you can’t.

when he pulls his fingers out and lines himself up again, there’s no patience this time. he pushes in all at once, rougher, deeper, making your breath catch in your throat. the stretch, the pressure, the heat—it’s almost too much, but you crave every second of it.

he fucks you like he owns you now, one hand on your hip, the other pressing down on your stomach so he can feel himself inside you. “you feel that?” he groans. “you’re taking all of me.”

your moans turn shameless, high-pitched and raw, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the room with every thrust. the bed creaks, the headboard pounds against the wall, and you don’t care who hears. he flips you onto your stomach without warning, pulling your hips up, and slides back into you from behind.

you cry out at the new angle, your hands clawing at the sheets as he drives into you, deeper than before. “god—jaehyun, i’m gonna—”

“cum for me,” he growls, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back to kiss the side of your neck. “cum all over my cock, baby.”

your orgasm hits like a shockwave, blinding and hot and overwhelming. your whole body shakes, legs giving out beneath you as he keeps fucking you through it. he follows moments later, groaning your name as he fills you again, hips jerking against your ass, the sound of it all so filthy and perfect.

this time, when you collapse together on the bed, everything is soaked in sweat and heat and the scent of sex. your body is limp, your mind dazed, and he just pulls you close, wrapping you in his arms like he’s never letting go.

“okay,” you whisper, laughing breathlessly. “now we might need to sleep.”

he chuckles against your hair, voice rough. “maybe. after round three.”

that night at the motel changed everything.

it wasn’t just the sex—though, god, it was incredible. it was the way his hands learned your body like a second language, the way he whispered your name like a secret, the way you both let yourselves fall without fear. that night was messy, breathless, and soaked in want. but more than anything, it was a turning point—a quiet, unspoken agreement that this was no longer just something casual. not for either of you.

after that, the line between love and lust blurred beautifully. sex became part of your rhythm, part of how you communicated. stolen glances in the office turned into stolen kisses in the elevator. late nights became sleepovers, and every morning-after was filled with lazy touches and knowing smiles. you memorized each other’s moans like favorite songs, found new ways to say i want you, even when the words themselves weren’t spoken.

but there was one night that stood out. the one you still think about more than any other.

it was the night you stayed over at his apartment—just the two of you, no distractions, no storms outside, only the slow burn between your bodies. dinner turned into kisses. kisses turned into the first round on his kitchen counter, then the second in the shower, steam fogging up the mirror as your bodies tangled and slipped together like water and flame.

by the third round, it was past midnight. you were already sore, breathless, but insatiable. he pulled you back into bed, whispering things in your ear that made your skin burn. he was rougher that time—hungrier—gripping your hips as he fucked you deep and slow, drawing out every moan until your voice was hoarse and your mind was gone.

you were on top, riding him with lazy, desperate rhythm, your head thrown back, your nails digging into his chest. he looked up at you like you were something divine, his hands guiding your pace, eyes locked on the place where your bodies met.

and just when your orgasm started to hit—when everything went hot and tight and unbearably good—the words slipped out of you.

“i love you.”

your voice cracked around it, high and trembling, your body still grinding against his, your climax crashing over you like a wave. for a split second, everything stopped. you felt him freeze beneath you, heard the sharp intake of breath, saw the shock in his eyes.

you hadn’t meant to say it like that. not in the middle of fucking. not when you were bare in every sense of the word.

it was reckless. vulnerable. raw.

but not wrong.

his hands gripped your waist tighter, and then he was sitting up, arms wrapping around you, thrusting up into you so hard and deep that you sobbed out his name.

“i love you too,” he groaned against your neck. “fuck, i love you so much—too much.”

and then he came—hard and fast, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

afterward, you just lay there on top of him, chest to chest, skin to skin, hearts pounding in unison. there was no awkwardness. no regret. only this strange, beautiful calm that settled over the room like dawn.

it was in that moment you realized just how deep your feelings for him ran.

what had started as a simple plan—just something to avoid growing old alone—had become the best part of your life. somewhere along the way, between the office visits and shared glances, motel rooms and quiet mornings, you had fallen hopelessly, madly in love with jaehyun.

and the craziest part?

you couldn’t imagine ever thinking of anything—or anyone—else but him.

august wrapped around you like a golden ribbon, thick with heat and filled with the kind of breathless anticipation that only comes after months of hard work. the project was done—finally—after weeks of stress, endless reports, last-minute corrections and late nights. but it was done. and not just done, but successful. glowing feedback, client satisfaction, numbers that sang. it was more than you had dared to hope for.

and then—the email.

subject line: promotion confirmation.

you stared at it for a full minute before opening it. and when you read the words “congratulations, supervisor,” your breath hitched. you covered your mouth. you gasped. and then you ran.

jaehyun wasn’t even at his desk anymore, he was just walking into the hallway when you caught him. “jaehyun!” you called, your voice trembling with a kind of joy that had nowhere to go.

he turned, concerned for half a second—until he saw your face. and then you said it.

“i got it.”

“you got what?” he blinked, confused.

“the promotion.”

his eyes widened. he froze for a second. and then—his arms were around you before you could even finish breathing. he lifted you, spinning you once, twice, both of you laughing as you clutched his shoulders and buried your face in his neck.

“oh my god, baby—you did it! i knew it, i knew you would!”

you were dizzy, and not just from the spinning. he kissed your cheek, your temple, your lips. everything was warm and golden and right.

he took you out that night.

you didn’t go anywhere fancy—jaehyun insisted that celebrations should be personal, not performative. so he drove you to that one little pizzeria you loved, the one that made the potato crust just the way you liked it. he ordered your usual without asking, and when the wine came, he raised his glass first.

“to you,” he said, his eyes soft and gleaming under the low light. “my brilliant, unstoppable, incredible woman.”

your heart swelled so fast it almost ached. the clink of your glasses felt like the sound of a new chapter opening.

“i’ve never had this before,” you confessed, fingers curling around the stem of your glass. “celebrating something this big. with someone i love. it feels…” you laughed, shy and overwhelmed. “it feels like everything’s different now.”

jaehyun reached for your hand, his thumb stroking the back of it slowly.

“it is different,” he said. “because now, every good thing that happens to you—we get to celebrate it. together.”

you stared at him, your chest tight with emotion, with the kind of love that had no bottom, no edge. just more.

you leaned across the table, kissing him slow, deep, grateful. pizza between you, wine in your veins, your laughter echoing off the walls of that tiny booth.

you didn’t need fireworks.

this was better.

this was yours.

mid-september arrived with a softness that clung to the air—warm enough to feel like summer still lingered, but mellowed by the early hints of fall. the leaves hadn’t turned yet, but something in the wind carried change. maybe that’s what had been stirring inside you all week—a restless certainty that had taken root in your chest and bloomed with every kiss, every sleepy morning wrapped around each other, every whispered i love you that escaped your lips without hesitation. it had been five months, five months of chaos and clarity, of fire and softness, and you knew now—you didn’t want to wait anymore.

you wanted jaehyun. not in a month. not after careful plans. now.

so you climbed the steps to his office, heart thudding like a war drum, nerves tangled with determination. you paused outside the door, breathed once, twice, and knocked.

“come in,” his voice called, muffled behind the heavy door.

you stepped in and found him at his desk, back slightly hunched, focused on the glow of his screen. he looked up, and the moment he saw you, he smiled—that slow, dazzling smile that always made your knees feel like melted wax—and stood immediately, walking toward you without hesitation. he cupped your face, leaned in, and kissed you like he’d been waiting to do it all day.

“jaehyun,” you said, voice almost trembling, more from the gravity of what you were about to say than nerves. he pulled back slightly, tilting his head.

“yeah?”

you met his eyes and, without giving yourself the chance to second-guess it, you let it fall from your lips.

“i want to marry you.”

his lips parted slightly, surprise flickering across his features. he blinked, as if trying to be sure he heard you right.

“i know, baby,” he said, a soft chuckle lacing his words. “that was the whole deal, right? but remember—we said after november. we’d have more time to plan, get everything ready—”

“no,” you interrupted, stepping forward, clutching his hands tightly. “i don’t want to wait till november. i mean it. i want to marry you now. today, tomorrow, next week—i don’t care when or how. i just want to be yours. forever.”

he stared at you, quiet. processing. his brows drew together, and then lifted again like the meaning had just landed fully. his hands gripped yours tighter.

“but—what about the wedding? your parents, mine—”

“we’ll figure it out,” you whispered. “but this... this love we have, i don’t want to keep treating it like something that needs to be scheduled. it’s real. it’s now.”

he took a breath, deep and full. and then, his expression softened into something vulnerable and glowing—his eyes shone with something deeper than just affection. he leaned his forehead against yours and whispered, “you want to be my wife.”

you nodded, lips brushing his as you breathed, “more than anything.”

his thumbs brushed over your cheeks, as if committing this moment to memory. “then we’ll do it. not because it’s rushed, but because we know. we’ve known. and if you want to be my wife now... then i’ll make it happen. we’ll get married. i promise.”

and he kissed you again, this time slower, as if sealing an oath between your mouths.

the proposal happened three days later.

he told you it was just a normal date—dinner, then a walk somewhere scenic. no pressure. he even played it off by wearing something casual: a white linen shirt, sleeves rolled, soft beige slacks, and the cleanest pair of loafers you’d ever seen. he looked devastatingly handsome without trying.

he picked you up and drove toward the edge of the city, toward the river trail where the summer festivals were usually held. the area was quiet now, early autumn having driven the crowds away. but fairy lights still dangled from the trees, twinkling faintly as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting a warm, honeyed hue over everything.

he walked with you along the wooden path, your fingers tangled. his hand was slightly clammy. you noticed, and your heart fluttered, thinking—he’s nervous. the realization made you giddy.

and then, just as you reached the little bridge that overlooked the water, he stopped.

“wait here,” he said softly, squeezing your hand. “don’t move.”

he jogged a few steps ahead, ducked behind a low fence near a cluster of trees, and returned with a bouquet of peonies—your favorite. you hadn’t told him that. he remembered.

your eyes began to water.

he handed them to you, smiling shyly, and then pulled something out of his pocket.

a velvet box.

he opened it without a speech, without fanfare. his voice was soft, his eyes locked on yours like the world outside didn’t exist.

“you already said yes,” he whispered. “but i want to do this right.”

he got down on one knee, the gravel crunching beneath him, and held the ring up.

“y/n, will you marry me—not next month, not in theory, not in some future we’re still trying to picture... but now. for real. because i’m yours. and you’re mine.”

you didn’t cry. you sobbed. like an idiot. like a girl who had waited her whole life for someone like him. you nodded so fast your vision blurred and fell into his arms, and he kissed you like he was promising you the rest of forever.

in that moment, september never felt sweeter.

telling the company was a whole thing.

it started with a scheduled meeting—a weekly operations check-in with the usual suspects: team leads, upper management, the supervisor, and a couple of sharp-eyed executives who never missed a detail. it was jaehyun’s idea to make it official at work, to do it clean and direct and proudly. no rumors. no hiding. just the truth, glowing and solid like the ring that now lived permanently on your finger.

you both walked into the meeting room together, which wasn’t unusual, but something in the way your hands brushed as you took your seat already had jungwoo giving you the side-eye.

the presentation started, charts and projections lighting up the screen behind jaehyun as he stood with calm confidence. it was business as usual—until the last slide.

"before we wrap up," he said, glancing back at the room, his eyes finding yours briefly before turning to the group again, "i have one personal announcement to make."

you swallowed. jungwoo leaned forward like a damn hawk. mr. choi narrowed his eyes suspiciously, as if he'd been waiting for this moment since spring.

jaehyun smiled—soft, boyish, unbothered. “as some of you may know… or have guessed," he said, and gave jungwoo a teasing look that made him gasp, "i knew it," he muttered dramatically—"y/n and i have been seeing each other for a while.”

the room exploded. a gasp from the secretary and the supervisor actually choked on his coffee. someone in the back whispered “what the fuck” under their breath.

jaehyun held up a hand, a little smug, a little amused.

“and, as of last weekend… we’re engaged.”

your cheeks were burning. your heart thundered. you expected chaos, maybe disapproval, but what followed was—

cheering. clapping. wide eyes and stunned smiles. even mr. choi looked like he was trying very hard not to grin.

“you’re marrying jaehyun? our jaehyun?” he blinked at her, then looked at jaehyun like he’d just discovered a double life. “okay, i knew something was going on. i’m not blind. but marriage? dude, that’s insane. like, insane in the good way, but—holy shit.”

you stood up, feeling brave. “we just didn’t want to hide it anymore,” you said. “we’re really happy. and we hope you’ll be happy for us too.”

the room burst into applause again. someone shouted, “wedding invites or we riot!”

the parents came next.

you visited your family first. your mom opened the door and immediately noticed the ring. she gasped, dropped the dish towel she was holding, and squealed in that way only mothers can. within seconds, your dad was there too, grinning, eyes glossy, holding jaehyun’s shoulder like he was already part of the family.

"are you kidding me," your mom kept saying. "you're engaged? oh my god, you're engaged!"

you nodded, trying not to cry as she hugged you so tight it hurt.

“he’s everything i ever wanted for you,” your dad told you quietly, before giving jaehyun a very serious handshake. “you take care of her.”

“always,” jaehyun promised, voice thick with sincerity.

then it was his parents' turn.

you were more nervous, but you shouldn’t have been. the moment jaehyun’s mom saw you, she pulled you into a hug, muttering in korean how beautiful you were, how she’d been praying her son would be smart enough to not let you go. his dad was more reserved, but the sparkle in his eye said everything. when jaehyun said, “we’re getting married,” his mother clapped her hands and screamed like she’d just won the lottery.

“we’re so happy,” she said, eyes shining. “you are already family.”

they brought out food, wine, photos from jaehyun’s childhood. his mom made you take home a tupperware of kimchi and a crocheted doily she claimed she made for whoever he married one day. she said she just had a feeling it was going to be you, and jaehyun turned red.

it turned out that weddings—real weddings—took a lot more time to plan than y/n had expected. even with jaehyun’s calming presence and the help of a surprisingly competent wedding planner, the months passed like petals falling from a tree: softly, quickly, too beautifully to hold onto.

they settled on march 28. it gave them just enough time to breathe, to build, to dream together.

from the moment they told everyone—first their friends, then their families, and finally, in a hilariously formal email, the entire company—the whirlwind began. the announcement caused a stir so loud in the office that y/n had to leave her desk just to get some peace.

the directivos were equally shocked, though mostly amused. her supervisor just nodded sagely, like he’d been betting on this since the beginning.

“you two were always ‘too in sync’,” he said, raising his coffee mug in mock toast. “i give it six months before one of you becomes the other's boss at home too.”

and then came the parents.

jaehyun’s mother cried when she met y/n, tears slipping down her cheeks as she hugged her tight and whispered in korean, “you’re even more beautiful than he said. and i knew he was in love the first time he said your name.”

her own parents, after recovering from the initial shock, became obsessively involved in the planning, sending flower samples, playlist suggestions, and opinions on wedding favors at all hours of the day. but none of it was overwhelming. not with jaehyun there, always pulling her back into calm. always making sure this was their wedding, not anyone else’s.

they chose a venue outside the city—a small vineyard with soft hills, blooming wisteria, and golden light that melted everything it touched. march 28 arrived with the scent of earth and lilac, a warm wind, and the sky so blue it almost hurt to look at.

y/n stood before a mirror in a white gown that made her feel like everything good in the world had been sewn together just for her. she could hear the quiet rustle of guests arriving, the soft music playing in the distance, the laughter of children running between the rows of flowers.

and then, jaehyun.

when she saw him waiting at the altar, dressed in a suit that fit like second skin, with his hair slightly tousled and a look in his eyes that could undo galaxies—she forgot how to breathe.

he mouthed “you’re perfect” as she walked down the aisle.

she mouthed “you’re mine.”

the ceremony was intimate, emotional, wrapped in vows that made everyone cry—even jungwoo, who tried to play it off by pretending he had allergies.

“i promise to protect your dreams as fiercely as my own,” jaehyun said, voice trembling slightly, “and to always make sure your pizza has the right amount of potato crust, even when we’re eighty.”

“i promise to choose you, even on the days we forget how lucky we are,” y/n replied, tears in her eyes. “and to never let the fire between us die, even when we’re old and gray.”

they kissed.

and the world felt new again.

their first dance was under strings of fairy lights, barefoot on the grass. the song was soft, a slow jazz tune that jaehyun had played for her once in the car when she’d been crying. now, with her head against his chest, they swayed like the wind had been made just for them.

“we did it,” she whispered.

“we did,” he said. “and i’d marry you again tomorrow if i could.”

the honeymoon came a few days later. they chose santorini, greece, not for the postcard beauty or luxury, but because y/n had once told him, offhandedly, that she always dreamed of watching the sun melt into the sea from a white rooftop. he remembered.

their suite was perched on a cliff, overlooking the caldera, with white walls and blue domes and windows that opened to eternity. the first night, they sat on the balcony with a bottle of wine, their feet touching, their hands always searching for each other.

they kissed under sunsets and made love under stars. they danced in narrow streets, shared kisses between sips of ouzo, fed each other olives and sweet baklava. they were ridiculous. and in love. and utterly themselves.

“this is the life i want,” y/n whispered one night, tangled in cotton sheets, her cheek against his chest.

“then it’s the life we’ll have,” jaehyun said. “forever.”

and this time, forever didn’t sound like a fairytale.

it sounded like a promise.

three years passed like chapters in a love letter—written slowly, lived fully.

you and jaehyun made a home out of a sleek little apartment tucked into the rhythm of the city. it was all black wood and soft gray, velvet cushions and open windows where sunlight poured in like gold. it wasn’t big, but it held your whole world. your toothbrushes leaned against each other. your shoes tangled by the door. your laughter lived in the walls.

mornings were sleepy and soft—coffee mugs clinking, your legs wrapped around his under the kitchen table, newspaper pages ignored in favor of each other’s eyes. nights were even softer—blankets twisted around you, movie soundtracks playing in the background while your fingers danced across his skin. the kind of love that didn’t need grand gestures—just the warmth of his palm on your thigh and the way he said “come here” like home itself.

but then, one evening, the quiet changed.

you were in the bathroom. pacing. heart in your throat. your phone timer ticked like thunder in the silence. the test rested on the sink, small and still—like it held the weight of the universe. you sat on the edge of the tub, knees pulled up, trying to breathe.

when the timer stopped, you moved like you were underwater. slow. hesitant. scared.

two pink lines.

you stared. blinked. stared again.

your lips parted, the shape of a whisper you couldn’t form. your hands trembled, and for a moment, the whole world tilted—just you and that tiny piece of plastic and everything it now meant.

you stepped out of the bathroom, barefoot, holding the test like it might shatter.

jaehyun was on the couch, lounging with his phone, one leg bent lazily, hair tousled from running his hand through it too many times. he looked up. paused. frowned softly. “baby… what is it?”

you didn’t answer right away. just walked toward him—slow, like the floor might disappear—and placed the test in his hand.

“we’re gonna be parents!!”

the silence cracked. and then—

jaehyun surged forward, arms wrapping around you so tight you gasped. he lifted you off the ground, spinning you around the living room like a kid on christmas morning, laughter bursting from his chest, from yours, from some place deep inside where all the hope had been hiding.

you were both crying. laughing. kissing. saying “we did it!” over and over again like a prayer you never thought you’d get to say out loud. he pressed his forehead to yours, voice shaking, “we’re having a baby.”

“we’re having our baby,” you whispered.

months passed like petals falling from a blooming tree.

you were glowing. exhausted, but glowing.

your blush-pink maternity dress clung gently to your growing belly, printed with tiny white florals that made jaehyun smile every time he saw you in it. your feet were bare, your ankles swollen, your back ached constantly—but he was always there, hands rubbing your spine, lips on your shoulder, whispering, “you’re magic, you know that?”

the nursery was nearly finished—lavender walls painted with care, gold stars twinkling on the ceiling, and a soft mobile that played lullabies like stardust. the crib waited, delicate and perfect, with a plush bunny nestled in the corner.

jaehyun was kneeling by the dresser, sweat on his brow, tongue between his teeth as he finished the final drawer. he looked up, eyes finding you immediately, and god—he looked at you like the whole sky lived inside your smile.

“she’s gonna love this room,” he said, standing to press a hand to your belly. his palm warm. grounding. full of quiet awe. “our little moon.”

you leaned into him, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “i hope she gets your eyes,” you whispered.

he smiled, eyes soft with wonder. “and your heart,” he murmured. “especially your heart.”

the room went quiet again—except for the soft hum of the mobile spinning slowly above the crib. gold stars turned, catching the light.

and in that moment, just one suspended, breathless moment, everything was still.

you. him. her.

and the love that built it all.

finally. completely.

beautifully yours.

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broke the sweetest promise (that you never should have made)

summary: your relationship with lando ends before it can ever really begin

parings: lando norris x ex!reader x harry styles

vicious speaks: this was supposed to be a cute little fic after i was inspired when listening to ‘electric touch’, and now it’s taken on a life of its own! i hope you enjoy this new mini series 💕 i had to make lando the bad guy, i’m sorry 😭 this is just setting the stage so there’s not a lot of harry but don’t worry, he’s in the next part!!

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yourusername we’re saurrr cute 💛

⤷ lando you definitely are 💛

⤷ fan1 can you put us all out of our misery and DATE ALREADY

⤷ fan2 fr!! yn’s looked like she’s been in love with lando for years and he’s been looking the same way lately 🥹

oscarpiastri two pretty best friends

⤷ yourusername missing our 3rd 😔💔

⤷ fan3 lmao oscar saw the shipping comments and said NOT on my watch 😭

⤷ oscarpiastri she can do better

⤷ lando SLOW DOWN SLOW DOWN

⤷ fan5 oscar PLEASE 😭

⤷ fan6 i fear osc isn’t joking

alexandrasaintmleux yourusername give me your hand in marriage NOW 💍💍 i’m SERIOUS

⤷ yourusername i’m all yours baby 😚

⤷ charles_leclerc i’m literally right here?

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux and?

⤷ yourusername is that supposed to mean something to us?

⤷ charles_leclerc damn okay

⤷ fan7 you got humbled so quick dkgjfjs

fan8 harry in the likes, what the hell 😭

⤷ fan9 maybe he’s an f1 fan

⤷ fan10 ooh i hope we’ll see him at a race!!

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fan1 IS MY LIFE A JOKE TO YOU

fan2 you’re crazy if you think we believe you’re just friends after this

maxverstappen1 oh my God did it finally happen?

fan3 this is basically a hard launch, right?

oscarpiastri you already know how i feel so i’ll just say that if you’re happy, i’m happy ❤️

fan4 you won’t last long, lando will get bored eventually 🤷‍♀️

yourbff bitch you have some explaining to do

fan5 omg are we about to get love songs for the first time?

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tmz f1 driver lando norris and singer yn were seen in a pretty heated fight at a studio earlier tonight! apparently lando left her alone in tears. for those who don’t know, he and the singer have been best friends for a few years now, with fans recently speculating online about a relationship confirmation coming soon from the pair but those dreams were crushed when lando was spotted kissing a mystery woman on valentine’s day (see last slide).

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fan1 omg he’s such a WHORE

fan2 YN STANS WE RIDE AT DAWN 🤺

fan3 this is so sad, man. you can tell yn loves him and i thought lando loved her but clearly that isn’t true. she deserves so much better!!

fan4 leaving her alone in tears is such an evil move…lando norris you shall die by my sword

fan5 it was clear lando wasn’t ever going to see her as a serious option. she did this to herself!!

⤷ fan6 yn didn’t do anything to herself, lando is the one who keeps stringing her along, especially lately.

fan7 our girl needs to cut lando off, take time to heal and when she’s ready, move on with someone who actually loves her. ♥︎ by yourusername

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fan1 damn tell us how you really feel 😭

fan2 this isn’t the confirmation post i wanted but i guess i’ll take it 🤷‍♀️

fan3 the fucking shade 😭😭

yourbff GET HIS ASS!

fan4 leave lando alone you weirdo

maxverstappen1 this is more information about lando than i ever wanted to know but i can appreciate what you’re doing it for

fan5 me when i lie

fan6 this is diabolical

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fan1 oh girl this is not it

fan2 this isn’t the serve you think it is

fan3 there’s still time to delete this

fan4 wow you really feel no shame in homewrecking

lando ❤️

⤷ itsaria you need to set the record straight about yn. people are in my dms calling me a homewrecker and i didn’t sign up for that shit, lando.

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yourusername i never wanted to bring this to social media but i was made aware that lando released a statement today that as you can see from above, is full of nothing but lies. we’ve been best friends for a few years now and i had been in love with him for almost all of them. we recently admitted our feelings for each other and decided to see where things would go between us. it was new, but we were relationship and he did cheat on me. i don’t know who he thinks he’s fooling but i haven’t seen or spoken to him since that night at the the studio and things between us are obviously not fine. i’m also pretty sure aria had no idea about me so please do not attack her. this is the last time i’m going to speak about this situation, as i want to move on with my life.

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theynsociety still not over taylor and yns surprise performance last night!!

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fan8 i’ve missed her so much!! she was literally glowing last night 🥹🫶

fan9 the fit!! THE HAIR!!! i have a feeling we’re about to enter her best era yet

fan10 harry’s always popping up in the most random places 😭

fan11 it’s been a long month, but clearly this break is doing wonders for her 😍

fan12 harry styles yn fan confirmed? ♥︎ by harrystyles

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Can't Have One Without the Other 8

Warnings: non/dubcon, marital troubles, body insecurity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your marriage is on the rocks.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You wake up short of refreshed. The tension lingers in you; tingles in the cut along your cheek.; boils beneath the hand locked on your hip. 

Bucky clings to you, not affectionately, only as if to make sure you’re still there. You stare at the wall, your back to him, and repress a sigh. Start over. That’s the agreement. You have to try, otherwise he’ll be sure to remind you that you aren’t. 

You touch his fingers gently and try to shift his hand. His grip curls and he brings himself flush to your back. He growls into your hair. 

“Morning,” he drawls. 

“Morning,” you eke out. “Coffee?” 

“Hold on,” he squeezes even tighter, “I like this. Let’s just enjoy this.” 

You relent. You do your best to relax but it’s impossible as the tenderness in your cheek throbs. An echo of the day before. 

“What about protein? For our workout?” He slips his hand along your stomach. You stop him and cringe. 

“I think there’s some powder around here,” you answer. “I’ll do shakes?” 

“Mmm,” he nuzzles you. “We could get in some early morning stretches?” 

You make yourself laugh. Or try to. 

“I have morning breath,” you rub his knuckles. “Maybe after?” 

He growls, “I’ll be quick.” 

You blink at the wall. Don’t let him know you’d rather do anything else. Even after yesterday, he thinks he can just fuck your problems away. You just have to bide your time. 

You don’t say a word. If you do, you might give yourself away. You follow his forearm and hip your hand between you. You trail along the elastic of his boxers. He groans. 

“No, not your hand,” he pulls your touch away. He shifts and pushes down the fabric, leaning into the mattress on his stubbed shoulder. His arm is on your dresser. Why is it there? 

He tugs at your pajamas. You flinch and quickly roll them down. You bite the tip of your tongue and arch your back as you lift your leg and he reaches around your pelvis. He spreads your folds with two fingers, using the middle to rub your clit. His tip twitches against you. 

He delves further back to catch his swollen head between his knuckles and guides himself into you. He slides in slowly, rubbing your clit as he carefully rocks. You close your eyes and gulp, rigid even as your insides turn to mush. 

He’s still your husband. You still love him deep down inside. But that fire is missing. There’s no spark. Only the biological, nothing past that. 

You moan and turn your face into the pillow as he bottoms out. He snarls against your ear and pumps into you, fingers and hips moving in tandem. He coils your nerves around his fingertips as he strains your walls to their limit. 

“Fuck, just as good as the first time, huh?” He rasps. 

You hum. A noise that could be taken as agreement or pleasure. You give him just enough to be content. 

You gnash down until your jaw hurts, squeezing your eyelids until they prick. You focus on breathing through it. You just hope he keeps this promise and is quick. 

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Bucky holds up the pads. “Come on.” He claps them together. 

You look up as you lunge into a stretch. “I’m not done my warm-up.” 

“Got that in this morning,” he winks. “Come on. Hit me. You know you wanna.” 

You stand straight. You don’t like how he’s acting. Ever since you woke up, he’s been taunting you. Maybe you shouldn’t have let him in so easy. 

You pull the gloves on over your wrapped hands and strap them up tight. You slant your mouth as you try to remember your form. Feet, hands. You approach him with gloves up. 

“Ah, watch your flank,” he hits your shoulder easily. 

You wince and recoil but reset. You sniff and focus, brows forming a V. 

“It’s just a workout, Bucky,” you say as you roll your shoulders. “Been a while...” 

“Let’s go,” he slaps the pads together again, his arms bulging, metal and flesh alike. You feel weak just looking at him. “Don’t you to get me back.” 

You squint. He smirks. Your cheek thrums. You take a breath. 

Your first strike he bats aside with ease. The second and third too. He boxes your shoulders and you struggle to dodge away from him. You’re out of shape. Out of practice. You were never a natural fighter. 

“Alright, just let me--” you huff as your thighs burn. 

“Let you what? We’re sparring. Stay on it, doll.” 

You jab the pads and he scoffs. 

“Harder.” 

“Bucky.” 

“Harder. Put some effort in... for once.” 

You frown. What? You hit again. He snickers. 

“Eh, you could do better.” 

One, two. Thump, thump. It doesn’t even make him flinch. 

“Do it again,” he goads. 

You keep going, the sweat forming on your hairline and across your neck.  

“Feet. Don’t forget your feet,” he comes closer. 

You bounce and do your best to stay away from his next attempt. He gets you in the side. You grunt and your feet tangle up. You barely keep from falling onto the mat. 

“Buck--”��

“Keep up.” 

You block another blow but get another in your other shoulder. You’re dizzy. Your arms are already aching and there’s a tightness in your lower back. You can only remember how he curved your spin earlier, pulling you back with his hand on your chin, contorting you to his pleasure. 

You hit him again. The combo has you breathless but he hums in approval. 

“That’s it. Faster, faster.” 

You do as he says, carried away in your frustration and resent. Feeding on it. Drawing strength from it. 

When he moves the pads again, you’re ready. You swerve around his first strike, then the next, then a pinch catches in your back, just behind your ribs, and you cry out. Your muscles spasm as you bend and press the glove to your side. 

The pad bounces off your shoulder and sends you hurtling to the ground. You wheeze and writhe as your body protests.  

“Shit,” Bucky hisses as he drops his hands and stands over you. “Doll, you okay? I didn’t expect you to bend over.” 

“Ah-ah-ah,” you roll back and forth in agony. “My back. My back.” 

“Doll,” he drops onto his knee and tears the pads of his hands. “You must’ve pulled something. But you were moving good--” 

“I told you—I told you--” you snarl. “I wasn’t done stretching—Shit. Shit. Shit.” 

“You’re blaming me?” He grimaces. “Hey, hey, stop,” he grabs your arm and stills you. “You’re only going to make it worse.” 

“I just... I’m out of shape. I need t-time--” you nearly sob. In pain, in shame. You’re humiliated. It turned out exactly as you expected it. “God.” You go slack and close your eyes. “Why can’t you just---” 

You go silent and wallow in your despair. He squeezes your arm.  

“Why can’t I what?” He growls. 

You open your eyes and look at him. “Why can’t you just listen to me?” 

He nostrils flare and his eyes narrow. “Listen? I’ve been trying to get you to fucking talk--” 

“Bucky, please, just... I don’t want to argue anymore.” 

He nods and his cheeks dimple. He clicks his tongue and shifts to scoop you up in his arms. As he does, you whine. 

“Fine. Let’s go home then.” He sneers as he carries you across the mat.  

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You're the One - 2

Summary: A daughter uncovers the wild, untold story of how her parents’ marriage began—and it’s way better than any romance movie she’s ever watched.

Character: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Genre: Romance, Comedy

Words Count : 1,654

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“So, that’s it,” Bucky finished, leaning back in his chair.

Jade sat frozen, her mouth slightly open, her hand hovering over the popcorn bowl she’d forgotten about entirely. Her eyes were wide with disbelief. “Hold on, Dad!” she blurted out, breaking the silence. “You can’t just end the story like that!”

Bucky shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. The way she said it—the tone, the determination—it reminded him so much of you that it gave him chills.

“Clark Jordan?” Jade said, her voice rising. “That Jordan? Oh my God, Mom was actually going to marry a conglomerate heir?” She gasped dramatically, throwing her hands in the air.

Bucky groaned and rolled his eyes. “Excuse me! Your father also owns a successful business, you know.”

Jade couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s just a joke. Don’t get all defensive.” She rested her chin in her palm, tilting her head as she studied him. Her expression softened. “But seriously… if you loved Mom so much, why did you two break up?”

Bucky’s jaw tightened, and he looked down at his hands, which were fidgeting with the label of the water bottle he’d grabbed earlier. He let out a slow sigh before answering. “I can’t explain it,” he said quietly. “We were young and stupid… Well, I was the stupid one for letting her go.”

Jade nodded slowly, her face thoughtful. “Yeah, I can see that,” she said, her tone teasing but not cruel.

Bucky shot her a pointed look, but his lips twitched in a reluctant smile. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, kid.”

Jade shrugged, grinning now. “Anytime.”

“What happened next?” Jade leaned forward, her curiosity growing. “Did anyone chase after you two?”

Bucky sighed, rubbing his temples. “That’s a lot to unpack,” he muttered.

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Flashback

The church erupted into chaos. Gasps echoed through the hall, bridesmaids huddled together whispering in disbelief, and the Jordans were already barking orders at security. The bride was gone—snatched right out of her own wedding.

You were still reeling. Sitting stiffly in the passenger seat of a moving car, your hands gripped your bouquet so tightly that the petals were beginning to wilt. Your heart pounded against your ribcage as you stared out of the window, the landscape blurring past.

In the driver’s seat, Bucky’s grip on the wheel was steady. His expression was calm, almost infuriatingly so, as though he hadn’t just crashed your wedding and whisked you away in front of hundreds of people.

Your voice finally found its way out. “Why are you doing this?”

Bucky didn’t answer, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

“Turn this car around, Bucky. You don’t understand the trouble you’re in.”

He ignored you, his jaw tight, and your frustration bubbled over. You knew exactly what kind of chaos this would cause. Your parents, already controlling, would unleash their full fury, and the Jordans—especially Clark—wouldn't take this humiliation lying down.

Suddenly, the car jerked to a stop. Your body pitched forward slightly, and you braced yourself against the dashboard.

Bucky turned to you, his movements deliberate. His gaze locked with yours, intense and unwavering. Leaning closer, his presence filled the space between you, and instinctively, you leaned back.

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes,” he said, his voice steady, his words slicing through the charged silence. “But the biggest mistake I ever made was letting you go.”

You froze, the weight of his confession catching you off guard.

The breakup had been mutual—or at least, that’s what you had told yourself back then. The truth was, Bucky had been the one to pull away. It had hurt, but you’d respected his decision, thinking he had his reasons. You never imagined he’d regret it.

“Then why did you suggest it?” The question slipped out before you could stop it.

For a moment, he didn’t answer. His gaze flicked away, focusing on the distant horizon outside the windshield. When he finally spoke, his voice was lower, tinged with something raw.

“When we were together, I felt like I wasn’t enough for you. You deserved more—better than the life I could give you at the time. So I thought… if I let you go, you’d find that ‘better.’”

The weight in your chest grew heavier as you listened. His words didn’t erase the pain of the past, but they unraveled pieces of the mystery that had lingered for so long.

He continued, his voice steady but quieter. “And then I saw that article… the one with you and Clark. That photo of him holding your hand. I knew I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try one last time.”

You turned to look at him, his profile outlined in the faint light of the dashboard. His hand on the wheel was steady, but there was a tension in his shoulders, like he was bracing for rejection.

“One week,” he said, breaking the silence. He held up a finger. “Give me one week to prove to you that this”—he gestured between the two of you—“is worth fighting for.”

You blinked, the audacity of his demand rendering you momentarily speechless.

“Are you out of your mind?”

“Maybe,” he said, his lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smirk. “But I’m not going to spend the rest of my life wondering what could’ve been. If I can’t change your mind in a week, I’ll take you back. No drama. No excuses. I’ll even apologize to both families.”

His words hung in the air, daring you to respond. The car was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the sound of your shallow breathing.

"You can't just barge in and demand a second chance, Bucky," you snapped, your voice sharp as you yanked the veil from your head. The delicate lace caught briefly on your hair, but you didn’t care. “If we’d never broken up, none of this would’ve happened.”

Bucky’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. His jaw clenched as he glanced at you, his voice calm but with an edge of frustration. “Both of us agreed, remember? You kept walking that day.”

Your mind flashed back to that day—the one that had changed everything. The apartment you’d shared was nearly empty, save for a few boxes. You had been standing in the doorway, one hand on the knob, the other clutching a bag.

“I didn’t want to walk away!” you shot back, your eyes blazing as you turned to him. “I was hoping you’d stop me. That you’d chase after me.” Your voice cracked slightly, but you pushed through. “But you didn’t. You just… kept walking.”

His breath hitched at your words, his body stiffening as though they’d hit him like a punch to the gut. The realization sank in slowly, and he sat there in silence for a moment, staring at you with wide, almost vulnerable eyes.

“Wait… are you saying there was still a chance back then?” His voice was quieter now, almost disbelieving.

You crossed your arms and looked away, unwilling to give him an easy answer. The memory of that day was too raw, the hurt too deep.

Bucky’s lips pressed into a thin line as he absorbed your words. Slowly, a flicker of hope sparked in his expression, something unspoken but undeniable.

Without another word, he started the car again, the engine humming to life.

“You said once that you wanted to try skydiving,” he said suddenly, his voice breaking the tension. “Let’s do that together.”

Your head whipped around to face him, your eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?"

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, the playful glint in his eyes unmistakable. “Oh, it won’t just be skydiving. We’ll do everything on your bucket list. Every. Single. Thing.”

Your bucket list? You blinked, caught off guard. “You remembered that?”

“Of course I did,” he said, glancing at you briefly before returning his focus to the road. “I’ve always remembered.”

His tone was softer now, almost wistful, and you hated how much it made your heart ache. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, unsure of how to respond.

“You’re not saying no,” he added after a beat, his smirk returning. “Does that mean you’re having second thoughts about this wedding?”

Your glare snapped back to him, but you didn’t have the words to argue. Instead, you crossed your arms and said firmly, “Be quiet and drive.”

Bucky’s grin widened as he looked ahead. “Yes, ma’am.”

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"I never knew Mom had that side of her," Jade said, her voice full of surprise. "It’s pretty obvious she was having second thoughts about marrying Clark."

Bucky leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, looking a little smug. "I did the right thing."

Jade nodded, then her expression shifted. "But what about grandpa? Was he mad at you? Because right now you and grandpa were pretty close."

Bucky chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Well, if I could change your mom’s mind, I figured I could convince him too." He laughed again, but it was a little forced as he rubbed his back, probably remembering that time. "Let’s just say, he wasn’t thrilled about me stealing his daughter."

"You already know how this ends," Bucky said with a chuckle. "Your mom and I ended up together."

Jade leaned in, her eyes full of curiosity. "But I want to know the full story! How did she end up giving you a second chance? Please..." She gave him her best puppy eyes, the kind she knew always worked on him.

"Come on, Dad, you’re holding back! Did you two really go skydiving? What happened next?"

Bucky leaned forward, a sly grin on his face. He paused for a second, clearly enjoying the suspense. "I’m not spilling all the details just yet."

Jade groaned in frustration. "Dad!"

Bucky just winked at her. "You’ll find out eventually. But trust me, that was just the beginning of the adventure."

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OP Men and proposing💍

Ft. Law, Kid, Sanji, Zoro.

Sorry i haven’t posted in a bit. I had like no ideas, but this was actually requested by my best friend who was going through “marriage fever” lmao.

Requests are open!

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Law;

-Marriage isn’t something he’s concerned with but if it is something that you’ve shown interest too, then he’ll consider it. But expect a proposal after several years of being together.

-He would prefer something quiet.

-Somewhere that only you can hear the way he speaks to you in his gentle voice as he tells you everything he loves about you. 

-He wont get on one knee but he would be right next to you, thigh-to-thigh, hand-in hand… as the close contact of his warmth radiates off of him and onto you.

-He would probably pick the night time so it would be more peaceful as the moon and stars are out (also so you don’t see his deep blush)

-He looks embarrassed at first but decides to just be upfront and honest.

-He would pull out a diamond ring. It wouldn’t be too extravagant,something minimal but filled with love.

“Would you…accept this? And make me the happiest man…once more?”

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Kid;

-Marriage doesnt really pass his mind. If youre with him. You’re his, not a paper or a ring can tell him otherwise.

-I dont think he would care about the logistics of it, but he decides to take matters in his own hands once he sees someone flirting with you…

“Married?”

You nod to get the person flirting with you away…

“I don’t see a ring on ya finger”

-After…beating their ass. Kid would make you a custom ring with an engraving of you and his initials.

-Instead of getting on one knee. He just hands you the ring, his flustered face not able to meet your eyes and all he says is:

“Keep it on, you hear me?”

-And thats all you needed to hear to know you’re a married partner now…without even saying yes.

(You can not convince me he’s not a big softie)

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Sanji;

Do i even have to say it?

He has every…little..thing… planned..

-Its Sanji, you should know he would make a proposal the most romantic gesture he has ever done.

-He’d probably buy you bushes of flowers. Petals running up and down the beach where you find a candlelit dinner waiting for you. And of course… he cooked it all.

-French wine. The best of the best.

-His suit was fresh and crisp, not one single wrinkle in its fabric. You actually felt a bit under-dressed but he assured you that you were the most beautiful thing to him no matter what you wore.

-You felt like an idiot cause out of all the extravagant dates and romantic gestures hes done for you, it took him getting down on one knee for you to finally understand what was happening.

-He has a long speech. You probably have to shut him up by giving him a kiss midway through and saying “please shut up. Of course its a yes” in a sweet and playful way obviously.

-Cause he didnt need to say every great detail about you for you to know your answer was always going to be a yes.

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Zoro;

Probably accidentally got lost and made it to an office where he can file for marriage.

(Kidding…well maybe..?)

-He probably would propose if its something you want. As for him, its not really a big deal.

-He actually does try to plan it out to the best of his ability, asking his crew members for help.

-He loves you so much and wants this to go as planned that he even asks Sanji of all people for help. Sanji takes care of cooking a special dinner for you two.

“Im only helping you cause its for y/n”

But secretly, he wants Zoro to be happy as well.

-When it happens, you two are alone on the deck of the ship, sharing a drink after the two of you ate the dinner Sanji had made for the two of you.

-When the time of the night came that he thought was right, he is sweating profusely.

“Can i talk to you?”

-You nod and listen as your beautiful eyes stare into his, causing him to stutter.

-He doesnt have a speech or anything, he believes the words should just come to him.

But they dont.

-He pulls out the ring and looks at everything else but you.

-He holds the ring out to you while rubbing the back of his head nervously.

“Marry me?”

[brittle-doughie]

wifey. . .💖😊😚

Please accept my hand in marriage!❤️💍

Remember Who?

Alright fine, but only because she’s my wife too.

“The great dragon remembers us, Y/N Cookie! This is such an honor!”

Starch Noodle Cookie was so giddy with excitement that she immediately pulled you into a hug, your face smushed against her chest.

You asked Pitaya Dragon Cookie to forgive your wife’s excitement. She’s just joyed to see the great dragon herself, she tends to squeeze and hug you if you were right next to her.

“Y/N Cookie! You live?!”

Have you and Pitaya met before? They’re looking at you like they weren’t expecting to see you.

“Are you familiar with my spouse, great dragon? I remember when I tended to them when they first wandered into our village one day. Things kicked off between us and here we are, still strong married together!”

“You do not remember, Y/N Cookie?! Your fellow cookies, of Longan Dragon, of me?!”

All you knew was that they were the great dragon that has brought your tribe to fruition! Therefore, your allegiance is also with them.

“You do not remember anything before this? Anything at all?!”

Before…what?

“The great dragon must be weakened from their injuries. Come, honey. We must prepare the stock bath!”

Right away, dear.

You and Starch Noodle Cookie gave each other kisses as you both head off to get the hot stock bath ready for Pitaya Dragon Cookie, leaving Pitaya themself completely baffled at what was going on.

You…didn’t remember anything from before time was rewinded?

Longan Dragon…what did you do?

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A/N: there's the Wonnie part I mentioned in my form! ˙ᵕ˙ thank you for all the cute suggestions and ideas you guys have been sending me!! <3

turning every carat into a wonnie stan in 2023

[in brackets] – text in the video

italics – conversations that weren’t caught on camera, but are just for you (the readers ˙ᵕ˙)

[now]

[you know me]

[if there's one wonnie stan on this earth left, it's me]

[therefore, I have a mission. a mission i made myself]

[and that is to turn every (especially new) carat into a wonnie stand because these two have my heart and will forever have it]

[forever and ever🫣]

[so, pls enjoy this☺️]

[Going Seventeen] EP.89 Guess Who Left Secretly #1

Minnie was walking around in her small cubicle before sitting down on the white chair, crossing her legs to find a comfortable position. All of a sudden a piece of paper flew in from the top of the wall, making her eyes go wide.

"Oh?" She wondered, putting her feet down to reach down to the floor, snatching it up with her hands. Leaning her elbows on the edge of the table, she opened the message sent to her, reading over it before chuckling, and turning it around to show it to the camera.

'You're a dummy'

[love that that's the first thing that came to his mind to write down]

"Ya!" She shouted with a giggle. "Wonwoo! I'm next to you!"

[the way she recognized his handwriting so quickly?! goals]

The sound of his laughter could be heard, followed by a, "Oh, sorry, my bad."

The girl put the piece of paper down on the table, took the pen provided for her, and decided to write a reply back, showing it to the camera before she folded it again and walked over to the wall. 

['dummies are only friends with dummies, so that makes you one too, idiot' i can't with her😭😂]

[i love this childish side of them together]

Realising that it was too high for her to just throw it over, she chuckled to herself, shaking her head and crouching down on the floor to try and create a paper aeroplane, hoping it would help.

[I JUST KNOW IF MINGYU OR SCOUPS SAW THAT, THEY WOULD BULLY THE HECK OUT OF HER😭😭😭😭]

She managed to get it over, sitting back down in her seat to wait for a reaction, which followed shortly. The chuckle of her boyfriend made her grin proudly.

[i love them]

-

"Minnie-ah!" Wonwoo's voice called out to the girl who was sitting calmly on the floor, her back against one of the walls. "Minnie-ah! Open my door, please."

"Huh?" With a grin, she pushed herself up. "Can't you open your own door?"

"It's locked. Did you lock it?" He continued to tease her.

"What? Noo, how could you think of me like that," she answered before sending a guilty facial expression to the camera with her lips pressed tightly together.

[it's such a short but cute interaction]

-

GAM3BO1 #9

[NOW THIS]

[y'all better hold onto your horses bc when i opened the live and saw minnie sitting next to him, i literally almost screamed🫣🫢]

[so much happened and i highly suggest watching the entire live bc they were abolutely just too cute]

[but i gathered some of my favourite moments, so have fun]

Minnie was straightening down her hair when the live started while Wonwoo was unpacking the the chopsticks, placing one pair in front of the girl while keeping the other pair to himself. She quietly thanked him while her hands were still busy fixing her hair from the ponytail she had worn before,

"Good morning, Carats!" She greeted them, "Good day or good evening," and grinned into the camera when a piece of Kimbap got closer to her lips, making her lean forward and open her mouth to let herself get fed by the older member next to her.

[him giving her the first piece of food?! MARRIAGE IN HAND RN💍]

[i know, i know... the bar is in hell😒]

[bla bla bla, bla bla, bla bla]

[but this was cute alright?!]

Wonwoo did his greeting too, before eating another piece himself.

"Today," he started after swallowing, "I have the next guest on Gameboy," and motioned with his hand towards Minnie, who waved into the camera.

"Hey, everyone," she smiled.

"The reason for doing this live early is that we have to go to practice after this, so we have a time limit today," the '96 Liner explained while the female member nodded along, putting another piece of Kimbap into her mouth, happily moving around in her seat.

[HER LITTLE HAPPY DANCE]

The rapper looked to his left, eyeing the girl with amusement, waiting for her to see his reaction. 

[oh you're even more of a fan of hers than i am, Jesus Christ😶]

[alright mr jeon simp wonwoo]

Once their eyes met, Minnie immediately stopped in her tracks, covering her mouth as she chuckled.

[stop being so adorable together]

"The Kimbap is really good."

"Mm," Wonwoo nodded with a smile. "Yeah, the food they give me here is always good."

"Well," the girl shrugged with a sigh, looking down at the floor, "I wasn't invited before, so I didn't know."

[OH, now she's throwing the shade, damn]

"Heyyy," the older member teased her as he reached for the food with his chopsticks, "Don't be sulky now."

[hell yeah she should be sulky about that]

"I'm not," she shook her head and crossed her arms, closing her eyes as she turned her head away from Wonwoo, making him chuckle.

"Mh, sure," he hummed.

[MH SURE]

[bro istg i felt my laptop vibrate bc of how deep that MH SURE was😫😫]

-

The two decided to read out some comments and eat first before jumping into the game.

"Did you perm your hair?" Wonwoo read out a question by a fan. Minnie's eyes went to fix themselves on his head, her fingers reaching out to touch a strand.

[and she just gets to do that on a regularly? how is that fair?]

[why do i not have a wonwoo who's hair i can just randomly touch whenever?]

"I did perm my hair, but it's not noticeable since it's still short. And the perm... It's not something that is very noticeable."

"But you did have really permed hair a few years ago," Minnie mentioned, getting a hold of the drink in a cup provided for her. "Carats really liked that."

[YES, YES WE DID]

[🤝🏼THANK YOU MINNIE FOR REMINDING HIM BC WE NEED THAT WONWOO BACK🤝🏼]

[THE CURLY BLACK HAIR WONWOO?! SIGN ME UP]

[i love minnie for being such a spokesperson for carats]

[i'm betting my ass she saw all the thirst tweets after he had just permed his hair]

"Oh yeah, that's true." Wonwoo agreed.

The girl chuckled, setting the cup down again. "When your hair's wet, it's really curly for some reason."

[oh right, yeah, thanks for reminding me that you get to see him with wet hair ON A REGULAR FUCKING BASIS]

[love getting reminded how lonely i am🥲]

"Mm," he hummed, chewing on his food. "But I don't know why it doesn't dry as curly."

[in the name of all carats: minnie, we would pls need a picture of wet curly hair wonwoo]

[for very important scientific reasons😬 thank you]

For a few seconds, they continued to look at the screen in front of them when another interesting question popped up.

"Is Minnie a fan of the Gameboy lives?" Wonwoo read out loud, leaning back to watch her as she answered with an excited nod, getting a grin to form on his lips.

"I've been there since day one. I've watched all of them."

[of course you have]

[wonwoo's biggest supporter, i'm telling you🤷🏼‍♀️]

[we've got the next simp right here]

"You've even watched some from over there," he mentioned and pointed to somewhere behind the camera.

[SEE]

[we love a supportive girlfriend]

She nodded, "Mh, I think... the first... two? Or maybe the first and third one?" 

[this girl literally just sat in a room and watched him play games]

[you cannot tell me that they don't do that at home too]

[mingyu joins in sometimes probably too and they just oggle wonwoo together]

[who wouldn't though]

She eyed her boyfriend, but he just kept looking at her, not giving her an answer. "I don't remember," before turning back towards the camera. "But yes, I've watched a lot of them. Because I like them."

[like the game or like the player?👀👀]

[come on, minnie]

-

After discussing the pictures Wonwoo and Dokyeom took in Japan, and the collage he posted after their concert, Minnie found a comment she wanted to read out loud.

"Minnie should teach you how to edit collages," turning towards him with a proud smile on her lips.

"You can edit pictures very well, you make collages quite often," he told her, slightly chuckling at her facial expression.

[SIMP]

[he's so smithen and she's acting so cute around him wtf is in the air]

She nodded. "But," the female member pointed out, "the collages that you're talking about, Carats don't get to see." 

[excu-the fuck-sez moi?]

[are we keeping secrets from each other now minnie?]

She looked back into the camera to continue. "I make collages with the members, so that at the end of each month, I can send them into the group chat and we can look back on what we did that month. Sometimes they take a bit longer, but I only send them to the members, I don't post them."

[AHA]

[alright]

[so that's how that is]

Wonwoo nodded, taking a sip from his own drink, "I forgot about that. But the other pictures you post are edited very well."

[jesus christ, alright, would you like to compliment her on her chopsticks skills as well?]

"But I don't think you should change your collage-making skills. It's very you. It's very Wonwoo."

[🥰🥰]

He grinned at the girl's comment. "Very Wonwoo?" She chuckled along with a nod. "Then you should like that, right?"

[WONWOO?!😳]

[you guys are still on a 🤨LIVE🤨 stream]

[i think bro thought it was just them two alone]

For a few seconds too long the girl looked at the older rapper stunned, who smiled at her. 

['my dude, what did you just say in front of the camera'😳😅]

"W- Why...," she grinned before catching herself again, "I think, Carats should like it." Extending her arm to get a piece of chicken between her chopsticks. "They're the ones you should want to impress."

[what a quick save from our girly]

[but yeah, i mean... he's already impressed her enough probably]

"Oh, yeah, you're right," he smiled, looking back at the screen to read more comments, jolting slightly all of a sudden before both of them started chuckling.

[I'M TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW]

[this girl kicked him under the table🤣]

[you saw her smirk, and you saw his reaction]

[put two and two together]

-

The two of them explained that Minnie was the Animal Crossing expert and would be the first to tour a few islands. They got to work, put in the code and travelled to the first island made by a Carat.

The female member was moving the character around, taking in every corner and every little detail the fan had left for them, explaining everything along the way when they arrived at the beach.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed with a happy smile on her face, "It's Raymond!" 

[oh she's a REAL animal crossing fan]

She clicked on the right button to make the two characters interact, grinning at the screen while Wonwoo scrunched his eyebrows behind her.

"Raymond?"

"Yeah, he reminds me of you," she turned slightly to her left to look at the rapper next to her. 

[all of caratland agress witht hat]

"That's why I have him on my island too." 

[she has her own wonwoo in her little imaginary, fictional island]

[she's so cute]

[she's just like us]

Making the other member laugh out loud and even some of the staff members behind the camera chuckle. "What?" She smiled. "He doesn't talk much, he's very smart, he wears glasses and he's a cat. That's Wonwoo."

[that is wonwoo. can't argue with her about that]

"Yeah, I remember you telling me about him."

[can you pls just imagine an excited minnie skipping into his room, showing him this little animated cat and telling him it reminds her of him]

She nodded, "I have a lot of characters on my island because they remind me of the members."

[i need to see it]

Wonwoo took a sip of his iced tea before continuing, "Next time, you should bring your Nintendo Switch, and then we can look at your island." 

[boyfriend supporting his girlfriend's little ficitonal fantady, love it]

Minnie smiled in agreement.

[THANK YOU]

[love how wonwoo wants to show of her achievements in a game haha]

-

"Oh, look! A puppy!" The female member smacked the rapper's chest, who had his right arm on the backrest of her chair, to make him turn his attention away from the screen with the comments. 

[a lot to uncover here]

[first, the arm?! so casual?! literal butterflies from seeing his freaking arm around HER CHAIR]

[i need to see someone...😪]

He dramatically grunted, clutching the place she had just hit as she pointed at the computer screen in front of her. "It's Mingyu."

[how tf do they manage to include this man EVERYWHERE]

"How kind of them to even include Mingyu like that," Wonwoo chuckled.

[😭😭😭😭😭😭😭]

-

While the rapper had gone to the toilet, it was Minnie's turn to entertain Carats on her own, reading through their comments.

"Are you excited for the new Taylor Swift album? YES!" She shouted excitedly, "Yes I am! I already pre-ordered the vinyl. I'm happy. I'm more than happy."

[SWIFTIE CARATS UNITE]

[WE HAVE FOUND OUR LEADER]

[i love how she probably sees taylor the way we see her tbh]

[like just... UGH, i need them two to meet]

The smile never left her lips, giggling as she read the next comment, "Are you more excited about being on Gameboy or the Taylor Swift album?"

[that question was CRUEL]

[love it] 

Minnie shook her head, "You guys... are really something. You can't compare those two. They're different types of happiness. But I'm also very very happy to be here. Although..." 

[oh oh]

She ran a hand through her hair. "I'm kind of not happy about the fact that Coups was here before me. Wonwoo prefers the leader over his own roommate... I don't know how to feel about that..."

[damn, that hurt]

For the last few seconds of being alone, a Carat dared Minnie to spin in her chair and not get dizzy because she had said before that she doesn't get dizzy easily due to her ballerina training. 

[just explain to me how this 25 year old woman can be so competitive with people she doesn't even know or see]

[like... she literally went 'oh, you don't think i can do it? watch me‘ MINNIE]

She was so focused on continuing to push herself with the help of the table, that she didn't notice the rapper coming back into the room. Not until the chair was suddenly stopped, scarring her as she looked up into the eyes of her boyfriend.

"Jesus! You scared me!"

[dude, you scared me, i thought you were gonna spin yourself out of that chair]

"What are you doing?" Wonwoo chuckled moving her slightly away to get to his chair, settling down as he kept his glance on the girl.

"A Carat dared me to spin and not get dizzy."

"And? Are you dizzy?"

She grinned at him. "Nope." Making him shake his head with a smile before turning his attention to the screen.

[i would've loved to see what the fuck was going on in his head when he saw her like this]

-

[THIS IS FR ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE MOMENTS OF THEM EVER]

[it's just so cute]

"No, you have to-"

"Like this?"

"No, tap th-"

"This one?"

"Yes."

"And then?"

"You have to put it down-"

"I can't."

"Yes, you c-"

"Look, I can't-"

"Wonwoo! You-"

"Like that?"

"No, g-"

"This?"

"No, please-"

"But look-"

"Wonwoo, Jesus, give me the controller," Minnie huffed out loud with a smile after a debate that went on for way longer than she wanted, snatching the controller out of the man's grip.

[THE BICKERING]

[who would've thought she'd bicker like that with anyone but mingyu]

[and then WONWOO of all people]

The rapper grinned to himself at the frustration of the female member, looking ahead at the screen filling up with comments while the girl's eyes were trained on the game.

[WHY DOES HE LOOK SO PROUD HAHAHAH]

"I never thought there would be another member better at gaming than Wonwoo," he read out loud, making both of them chuckle. "Yeah," the '96 Liner sighed, "Minnie is a lot better than me in these types of games. And Sims, and-"

[YES, tell us all about how great minnie is, LETS GO WONWOO]

"Fifa," she interjected, earning her a confused glance by him. At the sudden silence, she turned her head towards him, giggling. "What?"

"You're not better than me at Fifa."

She shrugged, "I could be."

['i could be‘ she's literally challenging him?!]

But Wonwoo continued to shake his head, his eyes back on the camera. "She's not better than me at Fifa."

[he's letting her be better in animal crossing and sims, but this guy draws the line at fifa HAHAHAHA]

-

"Awww," Minnie's eyes went wide as she looked at the screen. "♪ We're going to the chapel and we're... gonna get married... going to the chapel, and we're... going to get married-♫"

Wonwoo away from the screen, taking a quick glance at the girl next to him. "What are you singing?"

"A wedding song. I think my mum used to listen to it. It's kinda old, but I just remembered it," she explained, while Wonwoo made his character run around the room to look at every detail.

"Aah, because it's a wedding hall?" He wondered, getting a hum from her in return.

[smart guy🤓]

"They made it really pretty," Minnie commented. "It reminds me of the set where we filmed the special video for 'April Shower'."

"Oh, right," the rapper agreed, "Maybe that's what the Carat wanted to portray."

"Maybe," the girl nodded.

"Maybe we should get married here." 

[sorry, i just choked on my water]

[WHAT?!😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳]

[he just threw that question into the room like that?!]

The sudden question threw Minnie off as her head snapped towards him, a nervous chuckle leaving her lips.

"What?"

[yeah same]

[what?!]

He turned to meet her eyes, only grinning at the female member.

[HEY]

[ya can't say sth like that and then just smirk this handsomely]

[minnie move, i gotta take this man to a wedding chapel]

"Eyy, you can't say stuff like that," she pushed his shoulder, making him laugh while she shook her head. "Sorry Carats, he's weird."

[OR IS HE?]

[her reaction was everything]

[yes girl... you played that off... so well...]

-

After they clicked off and made sure to save the game, the two idols turned towards the camera. Wonwoo did a big stretch, reaching back with his arms as the girl turned towards him.

[eyeing the biceps, i see]

[as if you don't get to see enough of him every day already HUH]

"When can I come the next time?" He read out loud from the screen. Wonwoo thought for a second before answering, then directed his attention to one of the staff members behind the camera to make sure he wasn't spreading false information, all while Minnie was still focused on the comments.

"And Minnie-" the deep voice made her glance at the man next to her, "Will you be here next time?"

"If you invite me," she grinned at him.

[mh, tell him minnie]

With a chuckle, he nodded, "Okay, then let's see. If there's time we could play 'Howling Abyss'."

[is he trying to scare her away?]

[like... request another game she has never mentioned before dude]

"Oh..." she commented with a grimace.

"What?"

"Is that the one you tried teaching me?" She wondered. His nod confirmed her concern.

"Why?" A slight chuckle tumbled from his lips.

"I'm not good at it," she whined, suddenly clutching onto his arm, "Wonwoo, you can't make me play games that I'm bad at. I'll look like an idiot."

[the hand of the biceps]

[girly just had to touch it]

[i don't blame her]

[i'd be touching him all day everyday if i could]

Her reaction made him laugh out loud as his hand came up to cover hers, "Then you'll get better until next time. Or maybe the time after the next one. Then we can play together."

[WHY IS THIS MAKING ME SQUEAL]

[HIM TRYING TO SUPPORT HER?!]

[just kiss already for fuck's sake, I see the look in your eyes, come on]

A big huff left Minnie's lips as she dropped her hands. "Why can't we just play Sims together..."

[dream team]

Wonwoo chuckled, "You said you can't play that in multiplayer."

Which received him a glaring side-eye from the female dancer. "We could find a way."

"Sure," he nodded with a smile.

[and there comes the supporting boyfriend yet once again]

-

Incheon Airport 231112

[idk what is in the air, but they've been so much closer i feel like?!]

The entire group was making their way through their airport, each member walking at their own pace, next to each other, in a line, or by themselves as they waved to the cameras that were following them through the building. Wonwoo and Minnie were in the middle, the rapper carrying his roll suitcase while the female member only had a small shoulder bag casually by her side. Both covered in big coats due to the cold weather. With all the screaming, shouting, and camera clicking around them, the couple, as well as the rest of the group, was used to not talking to each other while in pace, only once they would come to a halt or find a quieter spot after making it through the security check.

[i don't even want to know how stressful this can be😖]

They had reached the passport checkpoint, making them form a somewhat ordered line, each member standing behind another one, their managers and bodyguards by their side. The couple, who had stood close to each other the entire time was facing each other, leaning in slightly to hear the other person better. As there were still people in front of them, they had some time to pass.

[idk if this is a coincidence or if they're each wearing just one airpot BUT the fact that minnie is only wearing a right one and wonwoo is only wearing a left one?!?!?!?👀👀👀]

[maybe not so much of a coincidence]

[sharing airpods?!?!?! stfu they're so adorable]

Minnie chuckled at something the '96 Liner had said, making her turn around to catch the lens of one of the cameras directly with her eye. 

[i really want to know what he said hahaha]

[spill the tea about annoying paparazzi]

A quick smile was sent before she turned her direction back to the man in front of her, reaching up, thanks to his height, to adjust the bucket hat on his head, pulling it down just a tad bit more. 

[she makes sure he stays covered bc that's how he feels comfortable]

[i'm gonna cry]

She let her left hand brush over his shoulder and to his back, giving him a few gentle and comforting pats. 

[they really need each other omg]

The sound of his voice ringing through the one ear that didn't have an airpod in, made her lean in once again before nodding along to what the rapper was telling her.

[OH PLS just kiss already guyyyyssssss]

Once the people in front of them in line were done and their turn had come, Wonwoo's hand on her back now pushed her forward slowly to go first, letting her know by tapping his fingers against her. 

[👀]

Minnie was quickly through, thanked the staff and moved further, coming to a halt behind the railing and taking the moment to turn to the cameras and fans one last time before they'd finally reached a more private area of the airport. The '96 Liner joined her, waving to the fans for a quick moment before turning around and following their manager with the female performer right by his side.

[i want someone to wait for me like that]

-

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN ('FML' Promotions Sketch)

"Pre-recordings are usually always fun, but for some reason, the members are extra happy today," Minnie explained into the camera as they filmed a short interview in the hallway right before their Music Bank stage appearance. 

[can we just real quick give a shoutout to her stylist?! the makeup?! The outfits?! I'm in LOVE]

"But I'm not gonna complain about that. I'm very happy that they're... so excited, early on in the morning."

[minnie... this isn't their fault... you're just a morning person that i will never understand]

For a second, she looked around the room, focusing on something behind the camera. "I already took my pictures. I'm gonna post them on Instagram later. Now it's Junnie's turn," motioning for the cameraman to focus on the Chinese member who had just waddled his way into the small gap by the railing.

[and the pictures were FIRE]

"You know," the camera shot back to her, "I'm really glad you always do these interviews before our performances," Minnie chuckled. "Because after them..." she pressed her lips into a tight line before continuing, "You... you really don't want to see us that gross and out of breath and sweaty."

[we do actually. we do.]

"I don't look good like that."

[yes you do, tf are you on about?!]

[this woman...]

"So thank you for always... showing us from our good side-" her demeanour changed within a second as her attention paced to someone next to the cameraman. "What are you doing?!" She whined. "You're making me nervous, looking at me like that."

Once the camera moved to the side, Wonwoo's figure was revealed. 

[OF COURSE HE'S THERE]

[look at that grin]

[UGH]

[called me single just by smiling at her wtf]

He had his arms crossed and a smirk decorated his face as his eyes were fixed on the female member, who had gotten closer to him to push him away playfully. Thanks to his stature, the rapper only budged slightly, making the girl sigh out loud.

[big boy]

[i need him to put me in a headlock]

"He's been standing there the entire time," she told the camera.

The '96 Liner continued to look at her. "What? I'm not allowed to stand here?"

[DON'T DO HER LIKE THAT WONWOO]

[we know damn well why you were standing there]

[you little simp]

"I'm talking about being disgusting and sweating, and you're just standing there, laughing at me," she shook her head, crossing her arms as she gazed at him.

[*whispers* because he's secretly in love with you, but pssh]

Wonwoo chuckled at her comment, his nose scrunching up slightly. "I wasn't laughing AT you."

She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Whatever..."

Then, it was his turn to look into the camera. "Carats," he started, "I promise, I wasn't laughing at her. I was enjoying her interview just like you would."

[-... i'm gonna have a stroke]

Minnie's laugh echoed in the background before Wonwoo joined her, waving off the cameraman as he disappeared again.

-

[Going Seventeen] EP.91 Point of Omniscient Interfere Penalty #1

"If you get over 90 on that karaoke machine, I'll give you 10." Minnie overheard Woozi's voice as she was washing her hands by the sink in the kitchen.

Her ears perked up when DK continued. "Okay, if you give it your all, I'll give you 30 grapes." She quickly dried her hands and rushed over to where some of the other members were sitting, watching Hoshi standing by the karaoke machine.

Hoshi saw her excited facial expression. "Minnie, you wanna do it with me?" To which she eagerly nodded, getting a chuckle from Wonwoo and Minghao, who had joined to watch and listen. 

[i LOVE hoshi and minnie interactions and i am begging for more]

"Okay," the leader of the performance unit spoke, "40 grapes for each, Minnie and I, and we will give you the best performance you have ever seen."

"20 each," Dokyeom tried to argue.

"30," the female member continued, raising her eyebrows at him as she accepted the microphone Hoshi was holding out for her.

[scoups taught her so well]

Her fellow '97 Liner nodded, "Alright, 30 for each of you if you get over 90 points and give a good performance."

Some of the other members joined in once they heard the start of the song, now very eager to see the two as they knew how dramatic they could get once given the opportunity.

"If your voices don't crack when we raise it up by two keys, you get ten," Mingyu offered loudly, making the girl turn around.

"Ten each!" She quickly interjected before focusing back on the song.

Hoshi and she continued, spinning each other around and truly giving the performance of their lifetime as theatrically and dramatically as possible as they sang their hearts out at the sad song they had chosen.

After the first verse was over, DK told them to cancel it and see what score they had gotten, but it didn't show, starting a small argument, that was quickly resolved.

Dokyeom took out the purple stickers, counting each one. "Okay, there's thirty for now, divide it by two, I can't be bothered to take out the other thirty."

"What? Wait, hold on," Minnie immediately argued.

[oooh... he fucked up]

"Mister Mediator! That's out of line! Isn't he out of line?" Hoshi immediately took her side.

Wonwoo raised his head to look at the trio.

"They only sang the first verse," DK tried to explain, but the female member pushed his hand away.

"Because you told us to cancel it after the first verse!"

"Wait, wait," the Mediator reached out, "Who said to cut it off?"

"He did!"

"Him!" Hoshi and Minnie pointed at their member at the same time, who raised his hands in defence.

[they're such siblings]

[imagine the reaction of hoshi and minnie if you had told them like 10 years go that they would one day be such a strong duo to go up against dk... they'd laugh in your face]

"I thought you could still see the score after the first verse," he explained. 

The female performer took her leader's hand and made him sit down with her. Dokyeom copied their antics, and soon all four of them were sitting in a circle, trying to explain the situation to Wonwoo.

"Wonwoo, you have to explain to him that he can't do that! He has to keep his promise," Minnie whined at the older member, her hand unknowingly on his knee.

[i love her so much]

"He's Mister Mediator, not Wonwoo," the main singer warned her.

She sent him a glare in return, "I can call him Wonwoo if I want to. And you stop nagging me and keep your promise!"

[why do i feel like the '97 line is like constantly bickering haha]

[and wonwoo seems to always kinda be right in the middle😭😭]

"But I didn't know!"

"That doesn't matter!"

After a bit more discussing, the '96 Liner rapper made sure they got the extra thirty they were promised when Hoshi decided to add something.

"But I was also deeply emotionally hurt by Dokyeom."

"You were?" Wonwoo questioned, turning to Minnie. "You as well?" Who nodded with a pout,

"Very."

[gotta ask the girlfreind as well]

"Okay," he patted her hand. "Dokyeom, give them five each extra."

[gotta make sure they're happy]

[well done mister mediator]

The other members watched the four in amusement when Mingyu decided to comment,

"Woah, everyone's making good money."

"That's right," Woozi chuckled, "But the mediator keeps making odd decisions."

"The mediator's a little weird."

"I think he's a bit biased," the producer of the group smiled at the facial expression from the girl that she made as an answer to his comment.

[BRO GOT CALLED OUT]

[minnie's reaction killed me hahah]

She grinned. "And I think others just need to learn, how to be more kind."

[OH]

-

[Going Seventeen] EP.88 BOOmily Outing #4

"Ugh, we need someone that got it right," Jeonghan sighed out loud after getting sent back in line a third time, still not getting the song right they had to chant out to Seungkwan.

[i could feel their tiredness through the screen during this entire scene]

Wonwoo, who was right next to him, eyes still half closed from being sleep-deprived, looked around the garden, finding the person he was looking for lying on the wooden floor of the porch.

"Minnie!" He called out, catching her attention as she raised her head to look at the members.

[LOOK AT HER]

[how could you not be in love with her]

[she looks so cute without makeup]

"Can you come here for a second?"

"Why?" She asked back, sitting up straighter.

"We need someone to sing the song for us," the '95 Liner explained. Shortly after Woozi, the female member remembered the song correctly as well and was able to go back into the house. Too bad for her that after waking up in the morning, the girl is usually unable to go back to sleep, explaining why she had decided to lounge outside instead, not joining their producer inside.

With a smirk, she ran her fingers through her hair. "Then you have to come here."

Jeonghan slapped Wonwoo's shoulder gently nutdging towards the '97 Liner. "Go." 

[sending the boyfriend, yes, we support]

[the way he didn't even start to argue but just went]

Before even starting to argue, the rapper made his way over to his girlfriend, who was already smiling at him.

"You really don't remember it after three rounds?" She wondered. Wonwoo took a seat right next to her, his hand gently grazing her knee, stopping to rest it right there as she was sitting with her legs crisscrossed. 

[WE ARE ALL SEEING THIS I HOPE]

[listen here]

[when it comes to wonnie]

[it's the little things alright]

[JUST LIKE THIS]

*insert zoomed-in picture of the two and Wonwoo's hand*

[this is what this stan fandom is surviving on]

[we're in pain]

The older member yawned, his eyes trained on the rest of the group that was still getting hit on the head with the rubber hammer. "No one remembers the second verse correctly."

Minnie nodded. "It's 'Let's go to the market, the FUNNY market. Everything is there, the market's full of fun'. All of you are saying 'the fun market'."

With scrunched eyebrows, he turned his head, gazing at the girl who was grinning teasingly at him. "How long have you been listening to our struggle?"

"Ever since I finished," she couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, her forehead touching his shoulder affectionately.

[AAAAH BACKGROUND ACTION]

[AFFECTION FROM WONNIE]

Wonwoo chuckled, "And you didn't think to help us?"

"You never asked."

The rapper stood up with a shaking head, the smile still prominent on his face as he walked back to Jeonghan, who was already awaiting him, but not before he let his fingers tighten around Minnie's knee, making her jolt up and slap him out of reflex. 

[i saw that wonwoo]

[he's so annyoing, i love him]

He laughed at her reaction - he knew how much she hated whenever someone did that to her.

[and i react just like her anytime someone does that to me]

[that shit hurts]

-

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] ('Super' Choreography Practice Sketch)

The idol group had finished their final practice of the choreo to 'Super' and everyone was cleaning up to leave. Some decided to stand behind for a few more minutes, talking to the choreographers and dancers. The cameraman for this Inside Seventeen episode caught Dokyeom and Dino before they were able to head off, now standing in front of the camera, talking about the exhausting day they had just put behind.

[not wonnie related but can we talk about how fucking good they look, thank you]

In the background, Wonwoo, wearing a green puffer vest, was engulfed in a conversation with three of the 200 extra dancers they had brought in for that last day. Nodding along to whatever story they were telling, he got distracted when Minnie's familiar figure walked up next to him.

Without even thinking about it, he opened his left arm, welcoming the girl into a comforting side hug. A warm smile spread on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his torso, letting her cheek rest on his shoulder.

[NOT SO LITTLE, BUT STILL BACKGROUND]

[i don't even know if they realise the camera caught them]

[i love how the cameraman didn't even budge though]

[like they're clearly directly in the middle of the screen hahaha]

[inse editors are wonnie supporters <3]

For a quick minute, the rapper leaned down to whisper something into her ear, to which the girl nodded before getting included in the conversation by one of the female dancers who had been talking. As soon as the sound of the '96 Liner's deep voice rang through her ears, Minnie lifted her head to look at him. 

[that, ladies and gentleman, is called lovey-dovey eyes]

[i have no fucking idea if you actually call it that but that's what it looks like to me, fight me]

When everyone started chuckling at something that was being said, she straightened her back and dropped the arm that was wrapped around his front - Wonwoo's stayed around her shoulders, gently rubbing up and down her upper arm.

[i love small cute domestic shit like that]

[they just look so comfortable like that]

[like imagine you're in a friend group with them and suddenly they do this shit]

[i'd start crying because of how cute it looks]

[but it's probably the most normal thing ever for them]

[UGH pls adopt me into this group]

-

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN (The Game Caterers Shoot Sketch)

Just as Seungcheol was coming down the stairs, Wonwoo and Minnie arrived and made their way up, passing the cameraman who was filming for their new Inside Seventeen episode. The female member was behind the rapper, both of her hands on his back, playfully pushing him to move quicker as he was slow in his steps.

[pls]

With sleep still written all across his face, Wonwoo turned to his left to wave at the camera. "Hi," he simply said, continuing his walk up.

Minnie stopped in her tracks to look at the camera with a big smile, taking a step forward to get a bit closer. "Good morning!" 

[again: everyone else is completely normal, and then we have minnie. the morning person]

Her voice held much more cheer than any of the other members.

But as quick as she was there, she jolted up the steps as the camera moved to show that Wonwoo had also stopped to wait on her. The two continued side by side.

[he waited for her...]

[he WAITED for her]

[what in the low expectations... why am i reacting like this]

[BUT LOOK AT THEM]

-

Incheon Airport 230515

Wonwoo had just gotten out of the car, coming to a halt right at the door. Next, and last, Minnie stepped out, revealing her figure. Over one shoulder, she had a dark backpack, that was swiftly taken off her by the '96 Liner, who threw it over his own shoulders in a quick move. 

[he ain't letting her carry ANYTHING]

The girl put on her sunglasses right away as the flashing lights had already started to blind her, making the rapper react quickly. He tried to cover her as she turned around to use the car door as an emergency mirror, for just a moment. 

[it's giving timothée chalamet and saoirse ronan and I'm so here for it]

When she was about to lean forward, wanting to get something out of the vehicle, Wonwoo beat her to it and pulled out a rolling suitcase. He let it hit the floor before pulling the handle up, ready to move forward and join the other members that had already gathered by the crosswalk.

[I TOLD YOU]

[princess treatment and nothing less👑]

The couple started to make their way past the cars, straight ahead, with Wonwoo at a slightly quicker pace due to his longer legs, making the girl have to almost jog to catch up with him as she reached out for the handle to take control over her luggage. The rapper's head, half of his face covered by a bucked hat, turned to her, looking down at where their hands met. He placed his free on on top of hers, pushing it away, only for her to repeat her action, still trying to claim her suitcase. 

[if your man doesn't fight you wanting to carry your luggage, is he even your man?]

[never settle for less is what I'm learning here]

[thank you wonwoo for raising my standards yet once again]

Wonwoo stood his ground and just continued to carry it forward, making the girl shake her head as she stopped next to Dokyeom, turning to him with a smile that he returned.

-

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN WORLD TOUR [BE THE SUN] NORTH AMERICA BEHIND #1

During one of their breaks in their concert, some of the members had gathered around right behind the stage, some having decided on sitting on the stairs, while others went for the possibly slightly more comfortable choice on one of the plastic chairs the staff had put up - Hoshi and Wonwoo were two of them. With a grin on his face, patted the rapper his own thigh as soon as Dino had approached him, a bottle of water in his grip. The maknae denied the proposal, only for the older to continue the action, his palm repeatedly hitting the silver fabric of his pants.

Minnie was right behind Minghao, appearing from one of the black doors, joining the members that were currently being filmed. She was still adjusting the microphone around her head as she saw the '96 and '99 Liners' interaction, giggling.

The corner of her lips curled up as she watched the youngest shaking his head each time Wonwoo motioned for him to sit down, giving her the opportunity to take his place. With only a few steps, she stopped right in front of the rapper, turning around and taking a seat on the thigh he had been patting only a second ago, getting a burst of laughter from him in return.

[girl took that like it was reserved for her]

[dang]

[so hot]

Dino, who now had his eyes on the couple almost choked on his water as he started laughing, putting down the bottle he was holding.

[HIS REACTION😂😂]

"If you won't, I'll gladly accept the seat," she grinned at the youngest, who saluted her, making her and Wonwoo chuckle.

[oh minnie same]

[same same same...]

The camera didn't miss the hand he had placed on her left thigh as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, his shoulders still shaking from laughing.

[MH, WE ALL CAUGHT THAT TOO]

-

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN WORLD TOUR [BE THE SUN] NORTH AMERICA BEHIND #2

The couple hadn't yet realised they had gotten caught during the thumb wrestle they had started with each other while waiting to go back on stage in Fort Worth. Minnie was trying to free her hand from Wonwoo's tight grip, pulling away with the strength she had left, but he easily caught her thumb with his, making him laugh and her whine out loud. 

[again, so cute for what]

[just get a room and get to it, jesus]

Only then, did she realise the camera had been on them, gazing at the cameraman with wide eyes and her lips pressed together as she mouthed, 'Did you just see me lose?' To which the camera moved up and down. 

[GIRL]

[we've been watching you WINNING in life for quite a while]

[you get to do stuff like this on the regular]

[you are WINNING my friend, trust me]

The rapper turned his head in confusion, which got washed away as soon as he saw the light that was attached to the device.

With their hands still interlocked, the female member released her fingers and used her other hand for more strength as she held onto Wonwoo's, trying hard to curve his fingers, so they'd create the other half of her heart. The '96 Liner continued to laugh at her antics as he watched her struggle. 

[HE'S A MENACE]

[let her live]

[let her do a godforsaken heart, JESUS😂😭]

For a second, the girl managed to get his fingers in the right position, making her quickly turn to the camera and smile before dropping his hand only a second later, getting another chuckle from the man in return. While she kept a disappointed look on her face, Wonwoo got a hold of her hand, patting it gently as he formed a finger heart with his free hand, getting a chuckle out of her. 

[he's actually really cute, we all know that]

[he'd do anything for her, i just know it]

Minnie joined him and sent a wink in the camera's direction in addition.

[well... time to go find myself a wonwoo, brb]

-

Minnie x Members Content (open)

poly!mimiwon (open)

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟHometown Baby *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

•6•

“AND SHES A HOMETOWN BABY, COULD YOU PUT YOUR PHONE DOWN MAYBE?”-OUT FRONT, JACK HARLOW

WARNINGS: Smuttt🤭, unprotected(WRAP BEFORE U TAP, please😭), and cussing

The envelope was gone. Zaria had thrown it in a drawer the morning after dinner with Jack, refusing to let it sit on her counter any longer like a silent accusation. The weight of it was still there, though, lurking in the back of her mind. Divorce. The word felt foreign to her, a label she never thought she’d wear.

Sia was over again, sprawled out on Zaria’s couch with a glass of wine in her hand. Her long braids hung over the armrest, and she was scrolling on her phone while occasionally giving unsolicited commentary.

“Girl, Mariah’s out here posting ‘soft life’ reels like she didn’t help wreck your marriage,” Sia said, shaking her head. “Talking about, ‘Peace over everything.’ Where was that energy when she was sneaking around with Chris?”

Zaria groaned, sinking deeper into the couch. “I don’t want to talk about Mariah.”

“You don’t have to, but I’m gonna say it: she’s trifling. And Chris? Double trifling.”

“Sia…”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” Sia said, holding up her hands. “But for real, how are you holding up?”

Zaria shrugged. “I’m…managing. Jack’s been a distraction, at least.”

“Oh, we’re talking about Pineapple Juice now?” Sia grinned, sitting up. “Girl, he is fine fine. And the way he looks at you? Whew. I’m rooting for y’all.”

“There’s no ‘y’all,’ Sia. We’re just friends.”

“Friends don’t plan private dinners at bougie restaurants,” Sia teased, sipping her wine.

Zaria rolled her eyes but didn’t respond. The truth was, Jack had been on her mind more than she wanted to admit. His texts, his laugh, the way he made her feel seen. It was refreshing after years of feeling invisible.

Her phone buzzed on the table, breaking her thoughts. Sia snatched it before Zaria could reach it, cackling when she saw the name.

“Pineapple Juice strikes again!” she sang, holding the phone just out of reach.

“Give it back!” Zaria lunged for it, laughing despite herself.

Sia finally handed it over, and Zaria opened the message.

Pineapple Juice 🍍:

Thought about you today. You good?

Her heart did that stupid little flutter it always did when he texted.

Wifey 💍:

Better now. What’s up?

Pineapple Juice 🍍:

You free tonight?

Zaria hesitated. Dinner had been nice, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for a repeat so soon.

“Soooo?” Sia asked, nudging her.

Zaria sighed“He wants to hang out,”making her tone as casual as possible.

“And you’re saying yes, right? Girl, don’t overthink it. Go have fun! You deserve it.” Sis exclaimed, her voice full of excitement.

After a long pause, Zaria typed back.

┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊

Wifey 💍:

Fine. But nothing fancy this time.

Pineapple Juice 🍍:

Deal. I’ll pick you up at 8.

┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊

Jack arrived right on time, leaning casually against his car when she walked outside in ripped jeans, sneakers, and a simple black tank top.

“Look at you,” he said, his eyes lingering just a little too long. “Still managed to outdress me.” He lightly chuckled.

She smirked. “You’re lucky I didn’t cancel.”

“Cancel? You’d miss out on all this quality time with me?” he teased, opening the car door for her.

Instead of a restaurant, Jack drove them to a small art gallery tucked away downtown. The space was intimate, with vibrant paintings and sculptures from local Black artists lining the walls.

“You brought me to an art show?” Zaria asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I figured you’d like it,” Jack said, shrugging. “Plus, I wanted to support this spot. They’re doing something cool for the community.”

Zaria was surprised—and impressed. She didn’t expect Jack to be into something like this, but she wasn’t mad about it.

As they walked through the gallery, Jack stayed close, his arm occasionally brushing against hers. It was such a subtle thing, but every accidental touch sent a little spark through her.

At one point, they stopped in front of a painting of a woman sitting on a throne, her expression fierce and unyielding.

“That’s you,” Jack said softly, nodding toward the painting.

Zaria tilted her head, studying it. “Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re a queen,” he said, his voice low and earnest.

She looked away, her cheeks warming. “You’re so corny.”

“And yet, you’re still here.”

After the gallery, Jack drove them to a food truck park. They sat on a bench under string lights, sharing a plate of tacos and laughing over nothing and everything.

When he dropped her off later, Jack walked her to the door again, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Thanks for tonight,” she said, leaning against the doorframe as she gave Jack a sweet smile that made his heart flutter.

“Anytime,” he replied. “And hey—don’t let those papers get to you. You’re too good for all that.”

His gaze lingered on her, soft and full of something that made her stomach flip. She could feel the tension between them, thick and undeniable.

“Do you want to come in?” she asked, the words leaving her lips before she could stop them.

Jack raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Are you sure?”

Zaria nodded, stepping aside to let him in. The tension in the room shifted the moment the door clicked shut. Jack stood close—too close—and the heat between them was almost tangible.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low, searching her face.

She nodded, but her breath hitched when his fingers brushed her cheek, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. The touch lingered longer than necessary.

“You make it hard to leave,” Jack murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips.

“Then don’t,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on his.

Jack’s hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her closer, their breaths mingling in the quiet. When his lips finally met hers, it wasn’t tentative—it was hungry, like he’d been holding back for too long.

Zaria melted into him, her hands gripping his shirt as if anchoring herself. His touch was steady, firm, as his lips moved against hers, igniting something deep and unspoken between them.

“Z,” Jack breathed, his voice rough as he pulled back just enough to look at her. “Are you sure?”

Instead of answering, she took his hand, leading him toward her bedroom.

This time, neither of them hesitated.

He helped her take off her shirt and began kissing down her neck.

“Jack” She whispered, putting her hands on his shoulders. Just feeling her hands on his shoulders made him elated, as if everything in life had finally clicked in place.

He took that as a sign to put her gently on the bed and yank her shorts off. He blew a low whistle,”Damn, you’re just as beautiful as I remembered.”he said as his eyes hovered over your body.

“And you’re just as handsome as I remembered.” She smiled shyly at him.

He kissed up from her lower stomach to her lips,making her breathe heavy, then paused, sighing.

“Why’d you stop?” Zaria spoke out is short breaths.

He sighed again,”Just need you to be sure that—that……I mean, I don’t want you to do this cause you’re heartbroken. And I don’t want you doing this because you’re upset at Chris.”

She chuckled,”Fuck Chris, I don’t give a shit about him.” She sat up, pouting,”I need you bad Jack Jack.” She whined out, her frustration evident.

He nodded,”Yes ma’am.” He gently pushed her on her back and slipped off her panties. Jack licked a trail up her slit.

Zaria moaned,”Fuckkk.”

He teased her with one finger and slipped in another, going at a slow pace.

“Yessss! Jackk, keep going!!” She gasped.

He increased his speed and started sucking her clit.

“Jackkk!” She screamed, which made him go crazy.

Then he stopped again with a smirk on his face and stood back up, taking of his shirt and loosing his belt.

Zaria groaned,”Again?!”, she thought she was about to reach her peak.

He nodded,”Yes ma’am.” He said again, affirmatively.

“Just fuck me already!” Zaria groaned out of frustration.

He crossed his arms,”Ask nicely, no attitude.”

She rolled her eyes, too impatient for his games.

He scoffed,”Fix your face, love.”

She smiled as sweetly as she could, trying to be convincing,”Can you pretty please with a cherry on top, fuck me?”

He smiled,”Better, now lay down.” Zaria lied down, spreading her legs. He lined himself before easing himself in. He whispered in her ear,”I’ve been fantasying about this since the party.” He put the rest of himself in with a groan and started with a slow pace.

She moaned,”Jackkk!” He increased his pace, straightening back up with his hands on her hips.

“You feel so good around me, baby.” Jack grunted,”Keep squeezing me just like that.” He kept pounding into her, as he breathed heavily, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

”I’m gonna cum..” she whimpered between moans.

He chuckled,”Speak up ,baby.”

She moaned,”I’m gonna cum, fuckk! Jackkk!!” All the built up tension she had built up over these weeks and months had been released. She hadn’t felt so relaxed since her constant fights with Chris.

Shortly after, he pulled out and released on her stomach ,”Damn, that was amazing.” He panted.

Zaria smiled,”I hadn’t been fucked that good since high school, Chris doesn’t even hold a candle up to you.”

“I know, and I could tell.” He said cockily as he rolled over beside her,”Let’s go get cleaned up, you’re staying the night baby.”

>>>

“How you feeling?” Jack asked, holding her close while drawing circles on her back.

“Really good.” Zaria smiled, still drunk on the feeling, looking up at him.

Zaria rested on his chest, finally feeling less worry and tension. Everything felt so natural ,like Jack had never been out of her life.

A/N: WHEWWW😮‍💨, I have NOT written smut for 2 yearssss. I literally had a full body cringe while writing this😭😭😭buttt thank you to @strawberries-and-lots-of-kisses for revising and giving me suggestions for this, it rlly helped🫶🏾🫶🏾

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Summary: It's been a long time coming... But now the day for you and Loki to say 'Yes' and enter the bond of marriage has finally arrived. A covenant for eternity.

Chapter Six - The Cosummation of Marriage

Warnings for this Chapter: 18+! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! very suggestive smut/mild smut? fluff!

Word Count: 3,4k

a/n: Here we are... The final chapter. I loved to write this little series with all my heart. 🥰 A HUGE thanks to everybody who inspired me, helped me and encouraged me! 🙏🏼 This project means a lot to me and I love how everything came together. I hope y'all like the last chapter as well!

THANK YOU!

💍 Chapter Five 💍

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• A Covenant for Eternity Masterlist (coming soon!)

You and Loki followed a trail of emerald green rose petals, which led through several corridors of the palace; torches at the walls being the only light source. Kissing, giggling and holding hands; you made your way to the chamber which had been prepared for the two of you - by your bridesmaids, of course.

"Come on, babe. I wanna see what they came up with," you whispered excitedly; dragging Loki after you with quick steps.

A deep chuckle rumbled through the god's chest behind you. "Eager, are we?" He stated and with a tug of his big palm engulfing yours, pulled you back in his arms. You squealed; stumbling into his strong chest. "Lokiii!" The giggle which left your lips soon faded into a soft moan, as your husband dipped his head and started to bruise your neck with his kisses. "Babe..." You breathed and tried to break free from his grip and thirsty lips - which turned out to be more difficult than anticipated. "Please," you whimpered. "I wanna see the room..." You could feel Loki's lips curl in a smirk against your skin. "And I want you."

That sentence almost caused your knees to give in.

But, you would not give up without a 'fight'.

You managed to angle your head; forcing Loki's lips to brush against yours. "You'll have me..." You whispered; leisurely kissing him, while your hand went to play with the buttons of his green blazer. "But later."

With those words you broke free from his grasp; turned on your heels and started to walk backwards along the corridor.

Loki only gasped in response; lips apart and eyes narrowing. His eyes spoke more than words ever could.

You just giggled again. "Come on, Mischief. If you want me... Well... I suppose you gotta catch me." You ran away, then; laughing.

"Little minx," Loki growled; chasing after you immediately.

Of course, was the god way faster in his suit and dress shoes than you in your dress and heels. Therefore, he caught up to you quickly and before you could even react, had you pinned against the wall.

You squeaked up again, but were powerless. His forearm pressed against the wall; caging you between him and the stone surface. His free hand grasped your hip tightly. He smirked.

"Got you." "Oh, really?" You smiled innocently, "Or... Do I got you?" and lifted your right leg, in order to wrap it around his ass; pushing him against you. A low, almost primal growl slipped past Loki's lips at the sudden body contact; eyes closing shut. He just couldn't resist the temptation to run the hand which had rested on your hip over the bare skin on your now exposed thigh.

The touch left a sizzling sensation behind; tickling yours and his nerve ends.

You gasped and entangled your hands around his neck to pull your husband down for an almost desperate kiss.

"No..." He panted; upper lip still trapped between your opened lips. A small string of saliva the only connection. "I definitely got you," Loki's deep timbre urged to your ears; never failing to send shivers down your spine.

You wanted to answer something... Anything - but you didn't get that far. Loki suddenly bend his knees, wrapped both his arms around the back of your thighs and lifted you up off the ground.

You giggled and held tightly on to him, as he carried you further down the corridor and straight to your chamber.

Once he reached the still closed door with you in his arms, he used his seidr to open it; carrying you over the threshold - as it should be. With his foot, Loki gave the door a nudge and it fell into its hinges.

"There we are Milady... Our place to stay for the night." The god let you down gently and snapped his fingers. A dozen of candles start to light up, illuminating the dark room and marking a pathway to the big, spacious king-sized bed.

As you took in the room around you, you gasped in awe. Everything was beautifully decorated. The colours emerald green, gold, white and black everywhere. On the bed ended the trail of rose petals. Green and white sheets waited for you to dive into.

You could also make out the outlines of a small box laying on top of one of the pillows.

"And?" Loki whispered into your ear; coming up behind you and pressing his chest against your back while his arms looped around your middle. "Do you like it?"

You nodded; smiling. "I do. The girls put a lot of effort in this. How do you like it?" He pressed a kiss to the skin behind your ear. "I do like it as well."

You turned your head to look up at him; cupping his cheek on the way. Loki took the opportunity, of course, and dipped his head to meet your lips in another kiss - which grew more and more passionate each passing second. At some point, you turned completely in his embrace, without breaking the kiss. Your hands splayed on his stomach; toying with the buttons of his waistcoat.

Loki's palms glided from your waist to your hips; gently squeezing.

They didn't rest there for long, though. Soon, they slid to your ass and up your back, until they reached the zipper of the dress; teasingly slow unzipping it. Within the blink of an eye, you were almost entirely nude - except for the heels and panties. That was the moment your husband lifted you up once again. You gasped as his big, warm hands met your skin.

"Kick off your heels, darling." You did as he told you, causing them to land on the rich wooden floor with a soft thud.

No twenty seconds later, your back hit the soft mattress of the bed; the emerald green silken duvet cold against your skin. Goosebumps spread over your whole body.

Loki shrugged off his jacket; carelessly throwing it away. The he made quick work to untie and kick off his dress shoes as well, before he climbed on the bed like a predator. His eyes roamed your almost naked form; a smirk on his lips.

He visibly enjoyed the view.

Gently parting your legs with his hands, he took the space in between them; now hovering above your body. He dipped his head and kissed his way from your collarbone to your neck; gently sucking and nipping on the sensitive skin.

You gasped; "Loki..." eyes closing shut. Your husband just hummed in response and kept his mouth locked to your skin; marking you.

You enjoyed the work of his sinful lips, but then you saw the little box on the pillow beside you in the corner of your eye; reminding you of its existence. And now you were curious - and distracted.

"B-Babe..." You breathed and tapped his arm in an attempt to stop him. Loki lifted his head; clearly visible confused. "Is everything alright, my love?" You nodded, "Yes, sorry, I am just..." and shifted underneath him to grab the box. "... curious what's inside there." "Really, darling? You'd rather wish to know what is inside a box than consummate our marriage?" Loki playfully rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Well... Yep." You giggled, "We still have hours to do the fun part." and gave him a playful smack on his (yet clothed) ass. He hissed; giving you a dangerous, mischievous smirk. "Careful, darling. You should know by now that my patience is wearing thin when it comes down to making love to you," he spoke in a low, husky voice and captured your lips in a hungry kiss again; almost causing you to lose focus... Almost.

While he was bruising your lips with his, your hands worked on opening the box; eyes widening at what you found. You quickly unlocked your mouth from Loki's. "Babe, look..." You giggled; showing him the content of the box. His eyes widened for a moment as well, before he joined you in laughter. "Your friends are very naughty," he stated; referring to the pile of condoms in the box. You just shrugged your shoulders. "It's Nat and Wanda, what did you expect?" The god took one little package between his long fingers. "Well... At least we can make good use of this... gift..." You winked at him, "Indeed." and let your hand rummage through the box; finding a little note. "They even left a message." You unfolded the small piece of paper and read it aloud. "We expect to find this box to be empty."

Loki smirked, "That..." and took the box and note out of your hands to neatly place it on the night-stand. "... can be arranged," he said and went to kiss you again.

A kiss which didn't last very long - much to your dismay. He pulled away with a pop and gave you a smouldering look, before he started to kiss down your body; making sure to pepper your skin with hickeys.

Loki kissed the insides of your thighs; leaving a wet trail behind. He nipped and sucked on the supple skin; causing the breath to hitch in your throat. It was torture.

Sweet, sweet torture.

Slowly, his lips continued their journey, until they reached their destination - where you needed them most.

"L-Loki!" You panted; eyes closing shut as a soft frown creased your forehead. Your free hand buried itself immediately in his hair; quickly undoing the braids. His hair was even more curly now - and you absolutely loved it. You had something to hold on now; desperately tugging at the roots.

He smiled against you. You could feel it. The god placed a soft kiss on the top of your mound. "My princess... My goddess... My wife... Let me worship you on this special night." Loki whispered huskily; squeezing the insides of your thighs with his palms as he secured your body to the mattress beneath you with his strong forearms.

You nodded almost frantically; body shivering with anticipation - and desire. "P-Please..."

This time, your husband gave you an visible smirk, before he dived back down to fulfil his promise... Worshipping you, his wife.

Loki had always made good use of his silver-tongue... But this time, it was different. It felt different. It was all about cherishing and expressing the unconditional love he was willing to give you as long as he lived.

Panting, and with an almost delirious smile on your face, you gently ran a hand through your husbands long hair as he placed his chin just beneath your belly button; a satisfied grin on his glistening lips. His left hand let go of your thigh and searched for your hand instead; fingers looping through yours.

"I love you," Loki whispered; brushing a soft kiss on your skin. "I love you, too." You answered immediately and held his gaze for a moment; losing yourself in those oceanic blues.

It was a short, beautiful moment of silent bliss and romance, before you squeezed his hand and bit your lip. "It's quite unfair that you are still fully dressed, dear husband of mine," you tutted him playfully. "Shielding your beautiful body from me... What a shame."

Loki gave you a cheeky smile. "I have to agree with you, darling. It's not quite fair. But, in my defence... Playing fair was never my strength," he innocently shrugged his shoulders, before giving you once again one of his smouldering looks. Your heart fluttered.

"You have the permission to strike a balance, my love." You tapped your chin in a thinking manner. "Hmm... What about you striking a balance? After all you caused the mismatch."

Another smirk flashed across his face. "Ahh, I see... My lady wants a show..." He straightened up and sat on his heels; starting to unbutton his waistcoat with one big, veiny hand. "... and who am I to deny her such a wish on our wedding night?"

Slowly, he shrugged the waistcoat off his shoulders and continued with the buttons of his black shirt. You bit your lip; watching his digits work. Just the sight was enough to turn you on even more; a soft whine escaping your lips. A whine which didn't slip Loki's notice as well. He smirked and let his fingers glide teasingly over the sliver of exposed skin; grazing his abs and pecks on the way, before he got rid of it as well.

Now he was shirtless; muscles clenching as he threw the shirt carelessly on the floor.

You almost combusted.

"Loki, please..." You mumbled; not even knowing what you were begging for. Perhaps for him to strip faster... Or wanting the permission to touch him?

The god chuckled; cupping the golden buckle of his leather belt. "Impatient, daring?" You nodded; whining, and sat up. "Wanna touch..." Before you could reach the treasure hidden between his legs, Loki caught your hand in his and leaned down to press a kiss on your knuckles.

Wordlessly, he placed your palm on his chest, between his muscular pecks; feeling the fine, black silken hairs tickling your skin - and the rapid beat of his heart.

While you went to explore his toned upper body, Loki unbuckled his belt and unzipped his bulging emerald green suit trousers; gracefully pulling them off of his ridiculously long legs.

All your husband was dressed in now, were his black boxers - which left nothing much to imagine. You just couldn't avert your eyes. It was impossible.

Your hand quickly wandered from his chest to his abs and down his happy trail; gripping the waistband of his underwear. "Take it off, babe, please." The god chuckled and ran a hand through his wild locks. "Do it then, my queen. Claim what is yours and take what you need."

Without hesitation you pushed the black fabric over his ass and past his thighs, until he could slip it off.

Finally, he was just as nude as you were.

"Babe..." You whimpered; unable to keep your hands off his crotch any longer. A sensual, pleased hiss left the god's lips; breathing quickening. He wasn't going to last. Not now. Not in this situation.

"Darling, s-stop, I-I..." He breathed; gently battering your hand away. You understood of course immediately; his eyes telling you more than words ever could. You let yourself sink back onto the mattress, pulling Loki with you; lips locked to his.

Slowly, your husband's left hand travelled down the side of your body; leaving goosebumps behind. He hooked your leg around his hips; positioning himself. Deep oceanic eyes gazed into yours, as he gently parted his hungry mouth from yours; lips red and swollen. A loose black curl hung in his face, almost causing you to lose your mind.

"I love you, my darling. I can't even put it in words," Loki whispered; eyes reflecting nothing but pure, honest love.

You cupped his cheek; smiling. "I love you, t-ohhh..." The smile on your face didn't last long; quickly faded into furrowed eyebrows and lips forming the perfect 'o' in pure, raw pleasure, as Loki connected your bodies. His breath faltered; a pearl of sweat already rolling down his temple.

It was just so overwhelming. The emotions, feelings, all the wonderful things that happened today, the fact that you were married now... It was all so much more intense and intimate. A celebration of love indeed.

Loki gasped; head dipping to rest his forehead against yours as his eyes slipped shut. Just like yours mere seconds later. All you had to do was feel - and oh, you did. While one of your hand held on to Loki's bicep for dear life, was the other wrapped up in the god's bigger one; fingers intertwined. His other hand was gripping the headboard of the bed for leverage as he made sweet love to you.

It had been a very long night for you and Loki. Therefore, you woke up late in the morning; tickled awake by the soft sunrays of the Asgardian autumn sun. You blinked your eyes open and looked up at the ceiling; immediately remembering where you are. Asgard.

You smiled as your brain caught up and flooded your head with all the wonderful memories from yesterday.

You stretched like a cat and turned around; wanting to face your husband. But much to your dismay was Loki's side of the bed empty. Frowning and with a frustrated groan about the absence of him, you rolled over again; eyes slipping shut again. You were on the verge of drifting off again, when you heard some quiet noises; accompanied by steps. "Darling?" A gentle voice whispered. Loki. "Are you awake?"

You yawned and stretched again. "Halfway," you mumbled.

Loki chuckled and approached the bed further. "Where were you, babe?" Another soft chuckle. "I was organising breakfast - well, lunch for us. Way too late to call it a breakfast..." These words piqued your interest. Opening just one eye, you looked up to face your husband - and almost immediately choked on your own spit.

Loki stood in front of you with a big tray full with amazingly smelling food in his hands, but only in boxershorts and deliciously dishevelled raven locks.

"You should take a picture, my love. It lasts longer," Loki noted in amusement and handed you the tray. It caused you to snap out of your daydream again.

You laughed, "Nah, babe, not necessary, 'cause I can enjoy the view every morning." and winked at him. Loki gave you a smouldering gaze. "Is that so?" With a nod you reached for his hand and gently tugged; urging him on to lean down, "Mhm, definitely." so that you could kiss him. He smiled against your lips; only deepening it with his hand cupping your cheek and only letting go once he needed to breathe.

"Shall we eat something? I'm starving." You nodded, "Yes, please." and watched him round the bed in order to join you again.

You and Loki ate together and cuddled for another while, before you had to get up; just relishing in the fact that you were married now. None of you was yet able to grasp it, but the wedding band on both your ring fingers told you otherwise. It was an indescribably feeling.

In the early evening, you said goodbye to Frigga and Odin and took all your friends and colleagues back to earth.

You didn't stay long at the Avengers compound, though. You were just there to collect your luggage, before driving to the airport and taking off into your honeymoon; destination Norway.

Thor and Nat had accompanied the two of you. It wouldn't have been necessary, but they were adamant to do it. So, you let them, of course...

"Bye, sweetie." Natasha was hugging you tightly, while Thor was cuddling his brother. "Look after yourself and Mischief." You smiled, hugging her just as tight. "Of course, Nat." Then the Widow pulled back, so that she was able to look into your eyes; a cheeky grin on her face. "Have fun, babes. See amazing things, have awesome sex and if you come back home pregnant, I won't blame you and volunteer to be the baby's auntie."

You almost choked on your own spit at her words. "Nat!" You hissed; chuckling and slapping her arm gently. "I can't just... You know! That won't happen." Your best friend innocently shrugged her shoulders. "I had to say it. Better safe than sorry, you know." You shook your head; still giggling.

From the corner of your eyes you noticed how the boys gave you and your best friend a confused look. You laughed even more and hugged Natasha again. "Thanks, babe. For everything. See you in three weeks." She nodded and let go of you.

The you turned to Thor and opened your arms. "Come here, you big teddy bear!" Thor laughed and indeed wrapped you up in a big bear hug. "Look after my brother and make sure that he does not destroy Norway." "Promised," you said; patting his muscular shoulder blade.

After your best friend and brother-in-law had waved you goodbye, you and Loki boarded the plane and took your seats.

"Are you ready, my love?" The raven haired god asked you; taking your hand in his. "I am more than ready, babe. I can't wait to spend and enjoy those three weeks with you." He gave you one of those stunningly beautiful smiles. "Me neither, darling."

And with a kiss, you flew together into the sunset; heading for Norway.

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[atomicrebelfire]

Thinking about how Tommy would only ever want Buck to hear his real vows, and now I'm emotional about it 🖤❤️

💍Tommy’s Proposal and Wedding Style — Some Soft Headcanon! (+ A Tiny Private Vows Sketch)

As confident, flirty, and outwardly composed as Tommy is — the real stuff? The heart-deep, fragile, raw stuff? That’s private. That’s sacred. That’s only for the person he loves to see.

So when it comes to proposing and marriage, Tommy wouldn’t want a big spectacle.

🖤 Proposal Style: He'd want it quiet, personal — probably just at home, sitting side by side on the couch. No grand speech. No audience. Maybe even a little rambling or awkwardness because it matters so much to him. A hand squeeze. A soft look. A few words that tumble out before he can overthink them.

("You make the whole damn world feel like home. And I want that. I want you.")

And Buck would probably blink too fast, like he couldn’t quite believe it, before smiling so wide it hurt. Because of course he would say yes.

🖤 Wedding Style: Small, simple, intimate. Maybe even an elopement or a quiet civil ceremony. But the real vows — the real promises — wouldn’t be shared in front of a crowd. Tommy would want only Buck to hear those. No stage. No applause. Just them.

Because those words are supposed to belong only to Buck. Always. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------💬 What do you guys think Tommy’s proposing or wedding style would be? Would he go super small? Would he elope? Would he just ramble a confession into Buck’s shoulder and call it done? 🥹 I’d love to hear your thoughts!

(And because I couldn’t resist... here’s a tiny soft sketch of what I imagine their private vows could look like.) 🖤 ❤️❤️ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ✨💖 After the Wedding — Just Them ✨🪢💑💍💫🕊️

The door clicks shut behind them. The city hums outside. The wedding papers are signed. Rings are heavy on their hands.

Tommy sinks onto the couch with a long exhale, running a hand through his hair — the nerves still buzzing under his skin. Buck stands there for a second, like he doesn't know what to do now, until Tommy looks up at him.

"Come here," Tommy says, soft, tugging him down by the hand.

They sit, knees knocking. No music. No flowers. No one watching.

Just them.

Tommy presses his forehead to Buck’s shoulder, breathing him in. For a second, he doesn’t say anything. He just sits there, heart hammering against his ribs.

Then, into the quiet, rough-edged:

"I know it wasn’t fancy. I know we didn’t do the whole thing like people are supposed to." "But Evan— it’s always been you. It’s only you." "I don't need a stage. I don’t need anyone else to hear this." "Just you."

He pulls back just enough to look at him. Eyes shining. Voice thick.

"I promise I'm gonna choose you. Every day. Even when it's hard. Even when it's messy. Even when I screw up — and God, I will screw up." "I'm yours. I want to be yours." "I wanna be the place you come home to. Always."

He pulls back just enough to look at him. Eyes shining. Voice thick.

"You make... everything better. Even me. I— I want you. I need you. Always."

Buck’s hand finds the back of his neck, grounding him. His own voice shakes when he says it back:

"I love you. All of you. Forever."

Tommy lets out a choked laugh, relief and awe tangled up together, and leans in — forehead to forehead, breath to breath.

No one claps. No one cheers. No one has to.

Because it’s not for anyone else.

It’s just them.

And it’s enough.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------P.S. Bored and waiting for lunch, so I just typed this straight into Tumblr. No re-read, no edits. Likely rushed and no forethought. Please pardon any typos, mess, or errors. 🖤

[kantbeloved]

what are the other 11 points on your marriage hints list tho 🤭

hello! 🧡 first of all thank you so much for the message! i'm happy to show you all the points i have written down so far including the one you have seen already with a bit more explanation let me warn you that some of them may be silly or a far reach, i'm aware of that but still wanted to add them so i have them all gathered and it will be easier to look at the "big picture" tbh i think a lot of these on its own wouldn't mean much but if you put them together like this i feel like the message couldn't be clearer: Kantbison AND Fadelstyle marriage is bound to happen! 🙂‍↕️💍

without further ado, lets get started 💨

"The Taming of the Shrew" ends with both couples married and THK is after all an adaption of it (a loose one yes, but still) and P'Jojo was so happy to make use of his english literature knowledge for this

Kant calling Fadel "Brother-In-Law"  once back in episode 5 where it was mistranslated in the subs (i think this time it was definitely mostly to tease fadel)

(cr: https://twitter.com/mileSmile__/status/1869409529139786009) and during episode 9 (where i think hes definitely more serious about it and this time Bison is also there to hear it and react to it hehe)

Kant calling Bison "househusband" also happened in episode 9:

"Such a mad marriage never was before" on the books happened at least twice on two different Shakespeares books Babe was reading first picture from episode 1 and the second from episode 6

Styles fake choking scene where he asks Fadel if he wants to marry him with ring! he came prepared

The upcoming scene of Kant on his knees even if its not a proposal per se (and i actually think it likely isn't) its still symbolic for one

Fadelstyles make up scene in episode 6 which has a pun about marrying post and explanation below by @airenyah who is the only one i have seen point it out and talk about it which i'm very thankful for 💛

Ring on Bisons right ring finger shown multiple times (sometimes on its own, sometimes together with other rings) but i think one of the most important and beautiful scenes with it is the northern lights scene in episode 6:

Style officiating JimmyPopcorns marriage also the preperation of it all with which Fadel surely helped as well

Khaotung saying the ending is something they have never done before which could mean a lot of things but is at least potentially about marriage (sadly i don't have a source of this, if someone else has it i would be very thankful if you could share)

That picture of the fancy table similar to above it could be for a wedding but it could be used for a lot of other things too

Rings worn by Khaotung on his right and left ring finger during THK EP1 event 🆕 (not a new moment but new addition to the list) Wether a wedding ring is worn on the left or right finger depends on country and culture. Based on what I have read Thailand leans towards wearing it on the left finger (but please correct me if i'm wrong). Now in the series Bison often wears rings on his right hand (either just on his ring finger or both ring finger and index finger) which i think might also be reflected by Khaotung wearing two rings on his right hand in the below picture. But I don't think I have ever seen Bison wear a ring on his left hand before (outside of fitting pics), especially not on his ring finger so if the other rings on Khaotung right hand are inspired by Bison, then the ring on the left hand might be too. Which is to say that I believe the left hand ring could be Bisons future wedding ring. I think it also has a cross on it (my best guess) which we know by now fits Bison perfectly. 🖐💍

(credit: https://x.com/ktmwsnw/status/1874743229419253911)

thats it so far! i hope it didn't disappoint and i am always happy to hear your or others thoughts about it, also always thankful about corrections or additions :)

[ghostybat00]

Will Graham yandere swf alphabet.

(Situations mostly when you already was kidnapped by will, only to a to K).

(A)=Affection❤️(How loving would it be?) - Personally, I feel that Will hasn't had many partners as he's grown up, and his job prevents him from doing so even more. and also because of his autistic nature combined with yandere tendencies, he would be someone affectionate, almost all the time holding your hand, squeezing it or caressing it, clinging to you as if it were his last breath of life, I would be very nervous doing that, the PDA is also based on holding your hand or arm a lot.

(B)=Blood 🔪: (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?) Will is not afraid to fill himself with other people's blood if it is for you, he would not mind murdering or causing an "accident" to anyone who shows interest in you or hurts you, He would go and return to hell for you, according to his morals, when it comes to you he cares even less about others, no matter what.

(C)=Cuddles 💝 (How would they cuddle?)- After your kidnapping he would be very touchy, the man has spent his entire life living in fear and seeing horrible things that torment him, he needs love and a relationship to feel domestic, Thanks to this, at night he would hug you a lot, cuddling with him results in him having his face in the crook of your neck, while he hugs you tightly in a bear hug, If at this point you have already been affected by Stockholm syndrome he would like you to stroke his hair while cuddling, He also likes hugs while the both are lying in bed and one of his dogs accompanying the both.

(D) =Domestic 💍 (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)- I'm sure Will has no idea how to cook, the most he knows how to make is scrambled eggs, he almost always eats out or at home. But with you and being very paranoid to even let you out, he will try to learn more recipes and improve just for you. Like I said, he so badly wants a domestic life outside of watching crime scenes, then he tries his best to please you, I think he is clean but not obsessive about cleanliness, but still for doing everything to keep you comfortable and if you are very touchy with cleaning it will also improve that, just for you and for you to be comfortable. He only wants you, his dogs and his house in peace.

(E)= Ending 🔪 (In case you were his partner and his reaction that you want to break up with him.)- In a situation where you were already his partner and you wanted to break up, he would quickly break down emotionally, refuse and try to hug you or grab you while sobbing, if you refuse, Once again, he would end up kidnapping you.

(sorry here, we don't write angst lol)

(F)=Fiancé 💍 (What do they think about marriage? How they would propose?- Will never thought about marriage until you arrived, in general he doesn't care because he considers that the love he feels for you is already demonstrated without the need for something as social as a wedding. But if he sees that later on you have different opinion and would like a wedding, he wouldn't have a problem, probably seeing that if you would like, he would ask you to marry him at a dinner that he himself prepared.

(G)=Gentle 🌸 (How hard is it on you?)-

I wouldn't be too sure what to do in the first weeks of kidnapping. He would try to explain the situation to you in the gentlest way, the most he would do to hurt you is that if you tried to escape from the house he would pull you very hard, at most leaving a bruise on your arm, He would feel horrible seeing you but he knew that you left him no choice, other than that he wouldn't be a very hard yandere.

(H)= Hell 🖤 (What experience would be the worst for you being with him?) Seeing him angry or out of his mind, he wouldn't be the type to hurt you or kill you, but he would be capable of getting even more paranoid, killing someone close to you in front of you out of jealousy or fear, whether it's a friend or family member.

(I)= Love words 💋 (How romantic is it when it comes to sweet words?) He is not very experienced, but an "I love you" will never be missing, more comments about how lucky he is to have you, how you make him feel complete or praising your appearance. Sweet, honest words about how he would die for you, that you don't have to be scared because you have him.

(J)= Jealousy🔪 (Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?) He is very jealous, he is the type that tries to hide it but you can see in his eyes/expression how angry or jealous as hell he is. He would try to hold himself back from doing something but eventually he would end up doing something,Like a death threat or directly beating up the person That made him jealous, But in private.

(K)= Kisses 💋 (How do they much kiss You?)- Will loves kisses, especially the ones where he kisses your forehead, your hands or obviously the best, your lips, he is a sloppy kisser, he prefers to take the time to kiss you slowly and sloppy.

("why only to a to K?" Sorry i'm lazy💀)

[becausebuckley]

💍💍💍💍💍💍💍💍💍💍 please and thank you 😘🙏

i think we all need a bit more marriage of convenience may in these trying times... ty for sending these in!!

💍 - marriage of convenience may fic

“Oh,” Buck says, frowning. “That wasn’t Dave?”

“Dave?” Both Ravi and Eddie shoot him strange looks.

“There’s no Dave at the 146”, Ravi adds. 

“Oh.” Buck isn’t quite sure where he got that name from, then. 

“Names aside,” Bobby says, drawing their focus back, “we have a bigger problem on our hands here. Apparently, your little act was convincing enough that the 146 believed it.”

“I don’t really see the issue with that, Cap,” Buck says, shrugging. “If they think we’re married, they’ll lay off Ravi, right?”

“At some point, we have to address the incredibly childish nature of all this picking at each other,” Hen cuts in with a sigh. “Seriously, this is almost as dramatic as Mara’s classroom drama.”

“The problem,” Bobby says, looking very much like he’s got a headache brewing, “is that the 146 weren’t the only ones at the bar this weekend. Chief Simpson was there too. He spoke to you, apparently?”

“Yeah, he said hello.” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest. He looks a little defensive. Buck hopes he’s not regretting going along with Buck’s story. Like, sure, if Eddie wants him to go around and tell people that they’re not actually married, Buck would do it, but just the thought of it leaves a strangely sour taste in his mouth. “It wasn’t a long conversation, though. He was just making the rounds before he took the night off.”

“Oh no,” Ravi says slowly. His eyes get a little bit of a haunted look in them. It’s not the kind of haunted they get after a bad call, though. No, this is more of the ‘I’ve just spent an hour in a sewer looking for an escaped cat and the cat was just hiding up a nearby tree all along’-kind of haunted. Not life-threatening, but also not fun.

“Oh no, what?��� Buck demands. He’s losing his patience a little bit, here.

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[vividxpages]

What is boyfriend Jace like compared to husband Jace? I just want to hear your headcanons about husband Jace😊

Husband!Jace goes all out to make your marriage so special just like it's still the very first day of you two dating. He'll surprise you with little dates and movie nights and his heart just is so full when you two go over to his family for a weekend lunch, holding your hand above the table as his thumb traces the ring on your finger 💍🤍

Jace adooores calling you his wife in front of literally everyone, it's almost ridiculous if you wouldn't love it so much hehe. It's always "and a glass of white wine for my wife, please.", "have you met my wonderful wife yet?", "mom, have you seen my wife somewhere?" like he is BESOTTED!!

He's also so passionate. Seeing you in nothing dressed but the ring he gave you in your giant bed in a house that the two of you bought together gets him going. He can't wait for the rest of your lives and the little family you'll have...

I hope these are what you wished for, babe! <3