#mc: wow guys who cook and clean are so hot

[leviachansbaka]

One of the things I really like about the demon brothers is how desperate they are for MC's validation. If MC ever told someone they're into malewives, all the brothers would start doing the house chores properly to get compliments from that sheep They'd even wear maid outfits or cat ears if MC said they're into it

[differenteagletragedy]

if requests are still open, i hope you don't mind writing some comfort headcanons for mc who's ill with olba boys (i'm down with covid again,, its making me kinda sad because its near the holidays). if you're not comfortable write these, its fine!! thank you for writing olba fics and works - they're like a source of comfort to read esp since the game is officially finished 🫶

I hope you feel better, friend!!!

-- Cove is doing the thing where he's freaking out but he's trying not to make this about him, but like he's REALLY freaking out. Especially if it's covid (I know covid isn't a thing in Our Life Land, but he would NOT be well in 2020, or for a while after).

-- He's not concerned in the least that he'll catch it. He'll wear a mask if you ask, but he's more concerned about taking care of you. Literally tell him anything you need and he'll get it/do it. If you feel up to it, you can get some good laughs this way.

-- Gets one of those thermometers that you can just hover over a forehead to check someone's temperature, checks yours constantly, even (especially) while you're sleeping.

-- If you still live at home or nearby, he's having your moms and/or Cliff cook for you. He can heat up some soup, but he's going to be asking for the good stuff for you. If you don't live nearby, he's going to have to get something delivered.

Cove: *barely paying attention to his phone while checking your temperature for the umpteenth time that day* Hey Siri, DoorDash soup.

Siri: I'm sorry, I --

Cove *throws phone out the window*

-- Cove will take care of you diligently with sort of a panicked undertone. Derek will be just as diligent, but as a certified third parent to two baby brothers, this isn't his first rodeo.

-- Guy actually has a notepad on the counter that he's using to monitor your symptoms.

-- He picked up one of those little oxygen sensors too, you know what I mean? Like the little things they put on your finger at the doctor to check your oxygen levels (science). You can get them for your own person use too, and he grabbed one at the pharmacy when he was picking up supplies.

-- If he has to take you to get medical care, he is going to present as calm and collected because he knows that acting like the scared little lovesick boy he is on the inside isn't going to help anything, and he's an expert about pushing his feelings down anyway, so he's had practice!

Nurse: *after listening to Derek give a summary of your symptoms* Wow, you really know your stuff! Are you in healthcare?

Derek: No, this is just who I am as a person.

-- Baxter is a little bit of a mix between the two! He'll pretend to be calm, it's no big deal, you're just sick, you'll be fine. But on the inside, he's giving Clingy Cove a run for his money.

-- Do you guys have those nurse lines where you can call and talk to a nurse and they'll tell you what they advise you to do? Yeah, they get on a first name basis with Baxter during this.

-- He's not sleeping until he's certain you're going to be ok. If you're good and sick for a few days, you are going to have an absolutely unhinged nursemaid looking after you.

You: Baxter, you can go to bed, seriously, it's fine.

Baxter: *dark circles under his eyes, hair a mess, he threw on one of your t-shirts because he stopped being able to work buttons after being awake for so long, he looks absolutely feral and not even remotely in a hot way* I'm all right, darling! Don't worry about me!

-- Will cook for you, is cleaning up everything while you sleep, work can wait. This boy is ANXIOUS, again, especially if its covid. Maybe you might have to have a talk about it when you get to feeling better!

[benbamboozled]

Civilian au Robinpile

Just, useless rich boy Damian finally moved out of the house because "he's an adult" and "he does not need to be coddled". Except he doesn't know how to cook so he always orders ubereats because his usual delivery guy Timothy is very prompt and professional and really cute. And then Damian accidentally breaks something and YouTube has failed him and he calls a repair guy and are they supposed to be that attractive? It feels illegal to be as attractive as Mr.Grayson (Mother would skin him alive if he called such a man Dick). And speaking of Damian's mother, how dare she hire a tutor of all things. (Talia doesn't want her son to be a college drop out like his father) and Damian will tell this Todd fellow that his services are not needed an- wow Damian's never seen eyes that color before. And the man is almost as tall as Damian and he's very hot and Damian is so fucking gay he seems to be an adequate enough tutor. After a pointed comment on the status of Damian's apartment's cleanliness Damian hires someone to clean and he didn't ask for a blonde bombshell who is a maid to pay for college but he's not going to complain about Miss Brown.

Actually, this sounds like a dating sim, fuck it it's a dating sim now with all of the robins as routes with extra routes such as TA Duke and "Why is Damian's grandfather so fucking weird why did he hire a swordmaster" Cassandra.

True route is finding out how they all know each other and Damian getting gangbanged by all of them in a polycule of doom.

Okay 1–yes I love all of this yes please YASSS.

2–OKAY I GENUINELY WANT A BATFAM OTOME/VN!!

IT’S SUCH AN EASY SETUP???

Like, a myyysterious mansion, so many hot people, a sexy billionaire with a SECRET prone to taking in young people with problems (you/the MC, OBVIOUSLY).

(Maybe you’re a recently orphaned Distant Wayne Cousin who has Nowhere Else To Go.)

Okay but see my perfect version would be like Hatoful Boyfriend, wherein it seems at first like it’s a quirky otome game…but after you’ve completed a few storylines, things kick in to TWELFTH GEEEEAR and get INTENSE.

I mean, it’s a Batman game, right? There SHOULD be some kind of BIG MYSTERY secretly driving the whole plot.

(OOH OOH maybe partway through “you” realize that this entire thing has been a simulation, and that you’re actually helping to keep them prisoner by entertaining their minds? And you can go yandere and keep them or choose to free them, which means effectively ending yourself?)

ANYWAY, point is, I love the original concept for Damian, AND there shoulda been a Batfam VN yesterday.

[god-save-the-keen]

Bryce x MC for Monica 34 - The secret ingredient is...you know what? We just met.

Especial breakfast

From the Monica Prompt list!

Warning: none, fluff

Words: 1.086

Permanent tagg list: @gardeningourmet @eileendannie @desireepow-1986 @dawn-1994 @violinet @darley1101 @blackcatkita @flyawayboo @drakewalker04 @simplymissjulia

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Bryce Lahela x mc tagg list: @annekebbphotography @srta-give-me-my-jax-rl

"Damn it." Bryce muttered under his breath, the YouTube tutorial still playing on the screen of his tablet as he tried to clean the chocolate that keep falling all over the kitchen counter and floor with one hand as the other held the strawberry above the pot still dripping chocolate from it. Why the hell hadn't the chocolate hardened yet? Maybe too much milk? Or boiling time? He looked at the screen again, the guy was doing a mix for pancakes, making it look ridiculously easy. "Easy romantic breakfast my ass." He whispered, checking that Keiki was still asleep on the couch and Casey on his bed. Bryce smiled observing her for a moment, he definitely could get used to this image, her small figure wearing one of his t-shirts, happily hugging her pillow.

The past two weeks had been rough for him, having his sister around was definitely a change that he wasn't expecting or actually wanting, he barely knew her and facing that part of his life once again was something he hadn't planned. When he saw Casey talking with Keiki after the music festival, he was convinced that she was going to disappear from his life, like so many other times over the years. But, instead, she stuck with him, helping him in every way she could. And he loved her for that, even if they hadn't talked about the terms of their relationship.

After what seemed like a month, he finally managed to have twelve chocolate covered strawberries on a plate that actually looked decent. Kind of. He took the ingredients he needed for the pancakes and started to mix them like the tutorial said, or that was what he thought he was doing. His mix looked lumpy and definitely not smooth like the one in the video.

"Are you trying to poison or feed her?" Bryce almost dropped the bowl, turning around to find Keiki watching the mix with a disgusted grimace.

"When did you get here?" He asked surprised, taking out the earpods from his ears.

"Between strawberry twelve and the start of this abomination." She opened the top drawer and handed him a fork. "This would break the lumps."

"Thanks." He stirred it and, to his surprise and joy, the mix became a soft and homogeneous dough. He took a pan that he didn't know he actually had from the cupboard under the counter, and put it on the fire, ready to cook the pancakes.

"Don't tell me you forgot to put butter on the pan." Keiki pointed out pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I don't like your tone." He said between clenching teeth.

"I'm helping you, doofus." She rolled her eyes. "I like your girlfriend, I don't want to see her sick because of your terrible cooking."

"She is not my girlfriend." 'Yet' he thought to himself smiling cockily.

"As if I care." They continued bickering with each other until, with Keiki's 'help', he was standing in front of a pretty presentable, huge Nutella pancake, coffee, orange juice and the strawberries. He separated a part of everything and put it in Keiki's hands who took her phone and sat on the couch again.

He carried everything to the bedroom, setting it on the bed and nightstand beside Casey, and woke her up, softly touching her cheek.

"Morning beautiful." He moved a strand of hair out of her face as she slightly opened her eyes, a delightful smile on her lips as she watched him.

"A handsome man and bed breakfast? This is how heaven must look." She sat with her legs crossed and took a look at the food. "Bryce… Did you do all this?" Her smile bright and wide, her eyes filled with love, as she delicately sniffed the sweet smell in the room.

"Yes, for you." He took her hand, caressing her knuckles with his thumb. "Cass… I know that the way you met Keiki and found out about, well, everything wasn't ideal and I'm sorry for that." His voice was more sincere, no semblance of his usually cockiness.

"It's okay, Bryce. I would have liked it if you had trusted me enough to tell me earlier but I get why you didn't. Really." She leaned forward, cupping his cheek and sweetly kissed him.

"I do trust you, I let you feed me after all." He winked and she laughed. "I just didn't want you to disappear."

"How can you even think that? I care about you, a lot." Her hand, was still placed on his cheek, stroking his smooth skin. "This looks so tasty." She grabbed a fork and cut one of the pancakes, happily biting it. "Oh my god! It's delicious! What did you use to make them?" She shut her eyes as a low moan of pleasure came from her.

"The secret ingredient is...you know what? We just met." A mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Dork." She laughed again and slapped his shoulder.

"Nice to know that I have two ways to cause you to make those sounds." She blushed as a playful smile lifted the corners of her mouth.

"What can I say? You do have magic hands, Bryce." She said taking a strawberry, seductively biting it causing his Adam's apple to bop.

"I know. That's why I'm great boyfriend material." His tone confident, his smile bright and his eyes fixed on hers. "Imagine if you introduce me as 'Dr. Lahela, my boyfriend'."

"Mmh, it does have a nice ring to it." She nibbled the corner of her bottom lip. "This is your way of asking me to be your girlfriend, Lahela?"

"Depends." He smirked, leaned his face closer to hers. "Is it working?"

"Definitely." She took both sides of his face and captured his lips in a deep and slow kiss as his fingers threaded through her hair lazily tied up in a bun pulling her even closer. "And that means 'yes'." He smiled against her mouth before crashing his mouth with hers again.

"Thanks for staying by me." He said, slightly separating his mouth as they both moved everything away from the bed.

"There wasn't another option for me, boyfriend." He laid her down, positioning himself between her legs as she slipped her hands under his t-shirt.

"Wow Valentine, that was so corny." His mouth hot on her neck, sucking her skin, leaving his mark there.

"Shut up and kiss me." And he did it until their mouths were sore, their skin sweaty and their bodies became one.

❣️

[stayndays]

I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY PLEASE OKAY FIRST OF ALL??? “bastard fox dude” MADE ME CRY ALSO “i’m so tired of frozen meals and takeout, please cook for me (and teach me how)” I WOULD GIVE HIM FOOD POISONING PLS HE WOULD HAVE ONE MEAL FROM ME AND IT WOULD BE HIS LAST 😍 “‘I’ll like- I don’t know, buy you ice cream?’” IM SOLD LETS DO IT MATES. OKAY SO I DONT KNOW WHY I WAS EXPECTING SEUNGMIN TO ACCEPT IN A JEONGIN FIC BIT THAT STILL HURT BRO 😩 BUT ITS OKAY AT LEAST WE GET ICE CREAM 👍 “Chuu, although a bit confused, seems to enjoy Jeongin’s enthusiasm for ice cream” OKAY IM NOT ATTRACTED TO MEN BUT IF ONE THING COULD MIRACULOUSLY MAKE ME ATTRACTED TO A GUY ITS ENTHUSIASM FOR ICE CREAM 😤 “you scold all of your classmates” POP OFF DAMN GET IT I GUESS 🤩 “Jeongin seems like the type of person to throw out scissors as a first move” NOOOO I FEEL LKKE HE WOULD PUT OUT ROCK??? ...well i was wrong 😁 OKAY SO I JUST FINISHED IT AND IT WAS SO GOOD UGH I LOVE IT SO MUCH JUST EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS PERFECT LIKE HOW ITS SEPARATED INTO EPISODES?? AND ITS JUST SO WELL WRITTEN YOURE INCREDIBLE SHAYNA

can you tell i sent that last ask at 4 am

PLEASE I CANNOT GET OVER A PAIR OF CUPIDS IM OBSESSED WOW IT JUST HITS DIFFERENT IDK BRO AND ADD ME TO BOTH TAGLISTS PLZ BESTIE 😩

yes i could definitely tell wHY WERENT YOU SLEEPING?? I WAS PASSED OUT AT 4 AM

mc in a pair of cupids is a very domestic person who says “yes i do the cooking yes i do the cleaning” OKAY 😩 

jeongin actually wasn’t too enthusiastic for ice cream, i worded it to seem as though chuu didn’t realize that jeongin was a SIMP for her and instead she took it as jeongin being excited for ice cream. so jeongin’s voice went really high while ordering and chuu was like “??? okay go off”

i feel like in this story, because jeongin is this hot headed bastard fox dude, he would definitely pull out scissors first! but he may draw rock first irl lol

THANK YOU FOR LIKING IT BUT NO YOURE THE INCREDIBLE ONE THATS ALL YOU BESTIE

and yes i’ll put you on both taglists huehue

[santoteez]

In the Bronx - Hongjoong (3)

Part: 3 of (?)

Part 4 is up NOW! (link doesn’t work, pls use masterlink, sorry!)

Genre: Drugdealer!Hongjoong, Drugdealer! SeonghwaAU, Angst, Eventual Fluff

Word Count: 2k

Requested: no

Warnings: MC is a black female, mentions of drugs, underage drinking, swearing, mentions of sex, Hongjoong’s brother is inspired by Mingi

NOTE: This fic does NOT, in any way, shape, or form, portray the way I view any member of Ateez nor does it depict their true personalities or actions. This AU is just that. An AU.

After standing there for what felt like an eternity, Santana rushed back into the living room, retrieving her clothes. She got dressed and ran out of the house. If she paced herself, she’d make it to the warehouse before the crew spread out to sell. She cursed once approaching the heavily bolted door. Hongjoong never gave her the key. On top of not wanting her that involved with his life, he figured she’d never need it. The statement was almost laughable in this situation.

Resorting to drastic measures, she banged on the door.

“OPEN UP, I GOTTA TALK TO DRAGON!”

“Selling hasn’t started yet. Wait at the usual spots.” A voice said from the other side.

‘Is that Carlos?’ Santana thought to herself. She always saw him walking around the neighborhood with his grandmother. She never imagined he worked for Hongjoong.

“Fool, I ain’t no junkie! I gotta talk to Dragon. Some shit went down with HJ, and ALL y’all cats gotta dip like, yesterday.”

“Who is it?” Santana sighed in relief as she heard Seonghwa speak to Carlos. “Shit. That’s Santana. Move.”

Santana came face to face with the blonde-haired man as the door swung open. Her body shook uncontrollably, and Seonghwa realized immediately what had happened.

He opened his arms. “Come here.”

Santana allowed him to pull her in, and after holding it in, she burst into tears. They stayed that way for a few minutes before pulling apart.

“C’ mon, come inside.” He said.

Once inside, Seonghwa’s voice boomed through the warehouse.

“Everybody listen up! 12’s got HJ. This means we’re hot right now. I need this place packed up and emptied out TONIGHT. Don’t worry about the product you’re cooking. We’ll risk the loss. Right now I need this abandoned warehouse to LOOK abandoned. Get to it.” Everyone immediately started tossing things out, moving plants and bagging what was on the tables.

“Santana, come with me,” Seonghwa said, not looking back to see if she heard him. Luckily, she was right on his tail. They rushed into the office and Seonghwa locked the door. Santana watched from the corner as Seonghwa rummaged the tiny rooms, gathering documents.

“Talk to me, Santana. What did the cops say when they got there.”

“Attempted murder. It was the Coca Twins.”

“Pussies. Both of them. Not once did Hongjoong shoot. He didn’t even take the fucking safety off! Do you know where they took him?”

She shook her head. “The officer that read his rights badge said ‘Bianchi.’ I didn’t get the name of the one that tackled him to the floor.” She answered, her voice quivering.

Seonghwa paused to look up at her. “Santana. I know this is hard. But you’ve gotta be strong. You knew what dating a kingpin entailed when you said yes. Cry it out now if you have to. But when you’re done, wipe your face and keep pushing. Because the sooner we fix shit, the sooner he can be back.”

She nodded, wiping her eyes. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Okay,” He resumed packing. “What else? Did he tell you anything?”

Santana raked her brain. “Go back to where it all started, and that’s where your future begins.”

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

“That’s the last thing he told me. He said to remember it.”

Seonghwa sighed. “Leave it to him to say some cryptic shit like that. I swear he too smart to be a kingpin.”

“You have no idea how much I agree. He also told the cops he acted alone.”

Seonghwa stuffed all the documents into his backpack. “Of course he did. He doesn’t want us both behind bars. C’mon, let’s go get Minjoon. I have his cell phone tracked.”

“Ain’t that shit incriminating?” Santana pointed to his backpack.

“More than incriminating, but with the police sniffing around, it’s safer with me.” He unlocked the door, walking out to the main area, which was already looking clearer than before.

“I am on my way to a side job. For your protection, no one besides Santana follows me. Carlos and Mitch, you will oversee the moving of the materials and equipment. Make sure all of this makes its way to the Castle Hill location before midnight. It’s fairly new but it will have to do. Like always, stay safe, stay together.” He headed to the back door.

“Whatever this side job is, come back in one piece, boss.” Lil Mike, a fairly new member said as Seonghwa approached the door he guarded.

“Don’t worry about me. Make sure you and everyone in here is safe. You may be new, but these your brothers. Have they backs.” Seonghwa opened the door once Lil Mike nodded. “Santana, stay close behind. Step quietly. Step quick.”

They got in the car and sped off down the street and onto the highway. They arrived in Brooklyn in 15 minutes flat, which was understandable considering Seonghwa was swerving and running red lights. They arrive at a brownstone off Chauncey St. The door was forced open by a piece of cardboard wedged into the hinges, and the music was booming.

Seonghwa double-parked the car, and Santana hopped out, walking straight into the apartment.

There were kids making out, smoking and drinking all over. Body shots and beer pong was going on in the far part of the house, and a smoke machine made it hard to see.

“Heyyyy, you’re too old to be in high school!” A girl slurred, approaching Santana.

“I’m looking for Minjoon Kim, you seen him?”

The girl giggled. “I don’t kiss and tell. Aren’t you too old for him anyway?”

Santana rolled her eyes. “Heffa, I don’t have the TIME, nor the ENERGY. It’s either you know where he’s at or not.”

The girl laughed again. “Wait your turn, cougar. He’s worth the wait, I promise.”

“This is getting nowhere,” Seonghwa said, causing Santana to jump. She had no idea he was standing there.

Seonghwa headed straight for the stereo, cutting the music off. Shouts of protest immediately ensued.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Seonghwa said, the room instantly becoming pin quiet. “I’m in here looking for Minjoon Kim. I shouldn’t have to explain who that is. Girls want him, guys wanna be him. Where is he?”

The room remained silent.

“If no one wants to talk, how bout we play a game? It’s called ‘Let’s see if the crazy blonde guy has a gun in his backpack.’ Unless you wanna play, start talking.”

“I saw him stumble out the house a while back.” A voice called out from the crowd.

“Did anyone bother to ask him where he was going?”

“He said he needed some air. He wanted to go home, but his DD got drunk, and his phone died so he couldn’t get an uber, so he was gonna take the bus.” Another voice called out.

Seonghwa smiled. “Now, I’m gonna turn the music back on. And all you little mongrels are gonna forget what I look like or that I was ever here. If not, I’m always willing to play my favorite game. Capiche?” just like that, the music was turned on and attention was taken off of Seonghwa.

“Wow, that was soooo hot. Who are you?” A girl approached Seonghwa on his way out.

“Dragon.”

“Dragon. That name is soooo cool. Maybe I can see you again? You might be a killer but you’re a hot one. My name’s Samantha!”

“Your hair is parted wrong. I can see all your tracks.” He said, causing Samantha to scream, running into the house

Santana burst out laughing. “That was quite the roast.”

He shrugged, smirking. “I guess that’s why they call me Dragon. Let’s go, we’ll just have to check every bus stop in the vicinity. We better hurry before the hour. At that point, he could be on any bus headed anywhere.”

They drove around in circles, checking every bus stop, taxi post, gas station they could find. Suddenly, they saw a boy in a pale-yellow shirt.

“That’s gotta be him!” Santana shouted.

“You’re right, I recognize that shirt.” Seonghwa pulled into a parking spot at the corner of the street. Just then, two men began walking opposite Minjoon. The teen, obviously disoriented, bumped into one.

“Watch the shirt, kid! This here Versace.”

“Oh, my bad.”

“Hollup, you look just like someone I know. Don’t he, Ray-Ray?”

“Yeah! What’s that cat’s name? HJ?”

“What? How- how do you know my brother?”

“Oh shit! This the little brother he been hiding. You’re in for a shitshow, kid. The twins done stung your big bro. Ratted him out. That’s what he gets for dealing with those punks.”

Seonghwa reached out, pulling Minjoon away. “Ray-Ray, Spider. Long-time no see.”

“Aw shit, here comes Dragon to save the day. Always cleaning up after your kingpin. You should’ve got that title, man. He not fit.”

“Yeah, well. That’s not your decision. Let’s go, Youngblood.” He tugged on the boy’s sleeve, jerking him backwards towards the car.

“Is that the Missus back there? Oh, baby, you way too fire to be dealing with HJ. Come find out what a real man feel like. Brooklyn’ll suit you well.” Ray-Ray called out.

“Play with fire, you get burned. Get in the car, MJ.” She opened the passenger door, and the boy stumbled inside. Once Santana was seated, Seonghwa sped off.

“Seonghwa, where’s Hongjoong? How does he know those men? Why do they think he’s a kingpin? You have to tell them they're mistaking him for someone else. Santana, make him tell them.” Minjoon said desperately.

“I’ll explain soon, Youngblood. Right now, I got one more favor to do for your brother. Just take a nap, okay, I’ll wake you up when we’re home.”

“Can you get me Popeyes? I was gonna take the bus, but I got hungry sitting at the bus stop. I remembered seeing a Popeyes on the way to the party, so I tried to find it but I got lost and my phone died.”

“Minjoon, I’ll get you the biggest order Popeyes has ever fucking seen. Just go to sleep, okay?”

The boy nodded, dozing off.

“Where we going, Seonghwa?”

“I think I finally know what HJ’s phrase meant.���

They drove to Cypress Hills Cemetery. Seonghwa turned off the car, leaving the AC on for Minjoon. They got out the car and Seonghwa retrieved a shovel from the trunk.

“I don’t even know why you have that just lying around.” Santana said.

“I wasn’t planning on telling you.” Seonghwa countered. “Let’s go.”

They walked to the top of the hill. Seonghwa suddenly stopped at a tombstone. It had definitely seen better days.

“What are we doing? Who’s buried here?”

“Technically, no one. In theory, your mother-in-law.” Seonghwa said, moving aside to let Santana read the epitaph.

         Kim Ji Woo

         1979-?

“HJ couldn’t move on without burying her, with or without her body. He tried searching for her, but never found any leads. So, he presumed her dead.” He shoved the shovel into the dirt. “Keep watch for me. If this is what I think it is, it should be a shallow dig.”

Santana looked out onto the street as Seonghwa tossed shovelfuls of dirt to the side. Santana turn around when she heard the shovel hit something.

“Found something,” Seonghwa said, using his hands to unbury it all the way.

Pulling at the object, it arose from the ground.

“A baby carrier?” Santana asked confused.

“Not just any carrier. The carrier Minjoon was in when the cops found them. HJ must’ve left it here.”

Seonghwa pulled back the blanket covering the large lump in the carrier, rolls of money peeking out.

“Holy shit, there’s gotta be thousands in there,” Santana said in disbelief.

“That’s what I was afraid of.” Seonghwa pinched the bridge of his nose. “This has to be Minjoon’s college money. If HJ wanted us to find this, it means he doesn’t expect to be out by the time Minjoon needs it.”

“So, what are you saying?” Santana asked, terrified of the answer.

“HJ’s gonna confess. He’s gonna turn himself in as kingpin.”    

[kenjkats]

The Blind Date (Kenji x F!MC Headcanon)

A request made by @aliaisreal of a scenario inspired by this line: 

"I walked into this restaurant and you thought I was your blind date and I just kind of went with it because I don't want to eat alone"

Although I hope you don’t mind, I ended up writing it with this additional thought in mind: “-- and because you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.”

Note: Basically an AU where Alex and Kenji hadn’t met at the Grand as employer/employee and don’t know about each other’s identities. Also this is really long it got away from me and I wish I could write proper fanfic cause then it would probably be shorter.. cause less bullet points XD

Also gonna use my F!MC to make things easier for me cause this is LOOONG.

Poppy had set Alex up on a blind date.

“You need to get out there, all you do is work and worry about the bad guys, you need to let loose!”

“Fiiiine, but if I say yes, please shut up. Also, is he hot?”

“Of course he’s hot, they’re always hot, how dare you question my taste, Alex. He’s also got a good job, is nice and friendly, and sweet, thanks for asking. Nice to see you got your priorities straight.”

Alex does it anyway. Poppy does have good taste. She dresses up and gets to the restaurant first.

Poppy was being cheeky and only told Alex what he looked like: tall, dark hair, “really hot” -- so that she’d be surprised.

She sits there in a nice blue dress that showed off her figure, with some light makeup on. The guy seems to be running late.

Kenji was out for the night. He had recently told his mom that he was going to quit law school and she wasn’t too happy with him. To get away from the line of fire, he drove his motorcycle out to one of his favorite restaurants in the city.

He walks in and this beautiful girl with dark hair and a lovely blue dress sitting alone near the center of the room catches his eye.

And he can’t really believe how beautiful she is.

He kinda stops in his tracks and stares just a second too long. 

He’s usually so smooth and in control around women, and he’s just so caught off guard by her.

Alex catches his eye from across the room. And takes the fact that he’s looking at her a little too long as a sign that maybe he’s the guy.

She awkwardly waves at him, a shy smile on her face.

And Kenji’s breath catches just a little, because wow, that’s a pretty smile. Like, a lights up the room kind of smile.

And he finally collects himself enough to wave back, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smirk.

Before he knows it he’s walking over to her. He doesn’t know why, but he’s drawn to her. His feet just carry him there.

He stops at the table and they share an awkward laugh to break the tension.

“I’m Alex, I don’t know if Poppy told you my name. She sure kept yours a secret from me,” she laughs.

Oh, she must be on a blind date, Kenji thinks, but that smile of hers has him absolutely mesmerized by now. 

And Alex can’t believe how good looking this guy Poppy set her up with. She didn’t realize how much she was smiling at him until her jaw started to hurt a little.

“Kenji. Kenji Katsaros,” he smirks, offering his hand and taking the seat across from her.

He knows he should probably tell her that he’s not her date.

But he couldn’t help himself. He thought about coming clean, then going to another table and eating alone and in an instant his mother’s words were back in his ear, nagging and making him feel guilty.

Then he thought of another man sitting with Alex, making her smile the way she’s smiling at him now, while he would watch from his table.

And he puts it out of his mind, cause hey, the guy didn’t show up right?

They spend their night eating and talking.

Kenji spoils her by treating her to the best dishes at his favorite restaurant.

She’s kinda impressed when the owner comes out and greets him warmly.

They make each other laugh with cheeky one-liners and sarcastic comebacks.

And Alex catches Kenji off guard yet again with some personal questions.

“So what do you at home when there’s no one to impress?”

“Nothing special. I play video games, work out. And uh.. I like to cook.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, my mom taught me, you should come over sometime, i make a killer yakisoba.”

And he buries his face in his hand, slightly embarrassed, because damn, how can this girl have him telling her things about his childhood that easily?

Kenji’s picking up the bill, and Alex insists they split it. Which impresses him yet again. He’s used to girls just sitting there letting him spoil them. How refreshing, he thinks. 

And Alex gets around to asking, “So how do you know Poppy, again?”

Kenji forgets that he’s stolen another man’s blind date and his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

In that split second Alex knows. “Do you even know Poppy?”

And he laughs awkwardly, pulling out a cute smile and apologizes, “You got me. But you did wave me over, yknow.”

“I thought you were my date!”

“Ok, but you did have a good time tonight, right?”

Alex tries her hardest to hold back a smirk, because this cocky bastard really was a great date that night.

“All right, so I did. Guess you’re lucky the guy never showed, huh?”

“Oh no, I think he did. There was some guy standing by the bar looking around confused.”

“Kenji!”

And he just grins at her, and she can’t help but grin back because let’s face it, Alex doesn’t really care. She had a great time out with Kenji.

As they get up to leave, he turns to her and says, “I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready to call it a night just yet. You like to dance?”

More time with Kenji? Alex thinks, “I love dancing.”

He takes her to a club downtown, where the owner also knows him.

Alex raises an eyebrow at Kenji and he just winks back at her.

She rolls her eyes, but involuntarily grins.

They go in and start dancing to the music. 

Alex wasn’t kidding by the way, she loves dancing and doesn’t care.

She rushes ahead of Kenji and starts dancing to the fast beat. She loses herself in it, and lets herself get silly with her dancing.

And Kenji finds himself surprised by Alex yet again.

He just stands there for a second staring at her because she’s so unbelievably cute dancing like that.

He smiles a goofy kind of smile that he really has no control over.

Alex pulls him over and he starts dancing with her.

Slow music comes on and he pulls her in by the waist.

Now Alex is a little caught off guard.

She’s painfully aware of how close Kenji is.

And he’s shamelessly gazing into her eyes.

Alex is absolutely mesmerized by his beautiful gray eyes.

Before she realizes it she’s leaning in, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

And his lips are on hers, soft and slow, but passionate and a little desperate, like he’d been wanting to kiss her all night.

Kenji’s losing himself in her. His hands travel up her back pulling her closer. Their kisses get hungrier and needier.

The music stops, and another upbeat track comes on the sound system.

Kenji pulls away, his forehead still touching hers, and he can’t help but laugh, “Wow.”

Alex lets out a small laugh, a small puff of air, and Kenji sees her eyes still on his lips, “Buy you a drink?”

Hours later, Kenji takes her home.

“Not bad for a guy who stole a blind date, don’t you think?” he says smirking at her again.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t let it go to your pretty little head.”

“Pretty, huh?” he says leaning in.

“Shut up.” she replies kissing him an extra long goodnight.

“I’ll call you. And I’ll actually ask you out on this one,”  Kenji says with a wink as Alex turns towards her door.

“You better.”

[in-mysme-hell]

Um... I know you said NSFW requests but I dont really have any on my mind ehehe... BUT! Do you think you could do the RFA and an MC who loves housecleaning and house-work? If not thats okay I just thought it would be nice >w

This is so friggin cute! Thanks for sending this one in, I had so much fun writing it. Honestly, I love washing dishes (mindless work so I can think over plot lines) and vacuuming carpet flooring. Something about a spotless, clear carpet and those light/dark patterns that the vacuum makes going back and forth…mostly its just an illusion of productivity lol wow I’m such a weirdo ok lets move on

Pupper Yoosung:

If he’s not raging at LOLOL, then he’s busy dealing everything university has to throw at him or at least he should be

As a uni student, the poor boy has little to no time to keep his dorm room clean I relate so hard pls help so isn’t he damn lucky to have you

Poor baby didn’t even realize how much of a mess he made until he looked away from the computer screen and saw how different it all looked wait is that the actual colour of the kitchen counter??

He’ll protest when he sees you picking up after him or cooking him dinner

“MC, no you can’t clean my mess I’m a big boy”

But low-key he loves being pampered. It just makes him feel all warm inside that you love him enough to want to take care of him

Baehee Jaehee:

She’s a pretty clean woman to begin with - a clean environment makes for a productive mind and all that - which is surprising given how busy she always is

Poor baby doesn’t even have time to eat decent meals or catch her breath I’m lookin’ at you mista trustfund kid

So can you imagine the utter relief on her face when she finally drags her ass home from work late at night only to find a hot homemade meal prepared just for her!?

She feels kind of bad that you’re alway fussing over her health and making sure she doesn’t need to worry about housework after spending obscene hours at work

Ofc you reassure her that you actually like cooking and keeping your shared apartment clean - it makes you feel useful and honestly a clean living space just makes you feel 10x less stressed

And it hasn’t escaped your notice how OCDish Jaehee is about cleanliness and the kind

The cute coffee bean that she is she’s always giving you handy lil tips just like that whole duct tape and cat hair thing - tbh it probably comes in handy when you shed a ton of hair around the house

Lovely Zen:

Ok this idiot - the workaholic with only beer and water in his fridge - probs isn’t a clean guy lets be honest

Dating you doesn’t change his crazy work schedule (and multiple workouts per day -_-) so he makes it home barely in time for dinner, if at all

At first, he isn’t used to eating such wholesome meals but after a stern glare on your part and a “aww, Jagi, you’re so cute when you’re trying to act all tough” from him (that got him a night on the couch for sure) he quietly adheres to your domestic side

His fav part is coming home early sometimes and just leaning against the doorway to watch as you vacuum the living room, your iPod blasting, and singing at the top of your lungs

Honestly, these little wifey quirks of yours turn him the hell on u n l e a s h  t h e b e a s t

Since he ran away from home, its been entirely too long since he’s really been a part of the family home lifestyle and so he really cherishes this side of you that allows him to have that in his life again

Daddy Jumin:

Wanting to cook him homemade meals instead of the chef? He can understand that. In fact, he loves it. Loves coming home to the smell of something you’ve made with your own hands, just for him. It’s just another piece of you that ties you to him as his wife possessive fucker

Getting down and dirty on the roof top garden to grow your fav flowers and herbs? He can deal with that. What Mrs. Jumin Han wants, Mrs. Jumin Han gets, yeah?

But then he came home to surprise you for lunch and found you washing the dishes….um what?

this poor little confused cinnamon roll

“But MC, what about the maid? You don’t need to be doing this. You’ll damage your soft skin and….”

You tried to explain to him how therapeutic it was for you to clean the penthouse. Things like washing dishes allowed you to just let your mind wander and it made you feel productive. Besides, being cooped up in the penthouse was boring AF. I mean, there’s only so much time you can spend being pampered and laying around on every piece of furniture before you start going bonkers

He was annoyed that you would do this when he was at work so he wouldn’t know about it and really wanted to put his foot down on this no wife of Jumin Han would be getting her hands dirty with manual labour but you wouldn’t hear of it. You sort of came to a compromise where you could clean the kitchen after using it, but the maid would most def be cleaning the rest of the penthouse. 

GOD Seven:

Oh lord this hot mess lives in an even bigger mess

Like it gives you actual anxiety seeing the state of the bunker Vanderwood relates so hard omfg

So while your precious little tomato head is working obsessively, you’re tackling the Loch Ness monster that is the dirty laundry and chip bags amassing on the dirty floor.

His jaw actually hit the ground when he finally crawled out of his office that he’d been holed in for hours on end

“MC, when did we get a new carpet in the bedroom?”

h o l y f u c k b o i

“no, Saeyoung, that’s the actual colour of your floor”

That was actually your first task when you came to the bunker and you kept it up ever since, all the while slowly training your husband to stop being such a piece of shit Vanderwood’s words not urs

Like Saeyoung felt guilty enough to make a conscious effort to clean up after himself. He felt like enough of a failure already and hating himself for making his wife clean up after his stupid ass was wholly unnecessary

But he also loved that he had someone by his side who loved him and stuck by him despite all his messy habits cut the bby some slack he deserves to be shown all the love in the universe so he took all your scoldings quietly and just gazed at you with hearts in his eyes, still having a hard time believing you were real

- admin Shay

[misskikuwrites]

A Merry Christmas Eve

Yoosung/Mc (unnamed)

Inviting her over on christmas eve turned about to me the best decision he’s made yet. 

Originally written for Mystic Messenger Secret Santa 2016

The smell of baking goods filled Yoosung’s apartment as he pulled the freshly cooked Christmas cake from the oven. The hot tray swayed and tilted in his hands. He quickly deposited it onto the kitchen counter and drew a sigh of relief; even wearing oven mitts his fingers were at risk of burning.

“Mm…” the girl beside him inhaled the rich scent. “That smells good!”

Yoosung beamed a smile at her praise. It bloomed across his face with a flush he blamed on the heat of the oven, not the fact that her words always sent his heart aflutter. Not the fact that she was, most definitely, the love of his life.

Even if she didn’t know that.

“Now, it just needs to cool and we can add the icing,” she said, stirring the white icing in a large bowl. She swiped a bead of icing on her finger, drawing it to her mouth for a quick taste. Her tongue cleaned the sticky icing off her finger, before running over her lips to collect any remainder. Yoosung’s eyes followed its path. He swallowed thickly and shot his gaze away, suddenly feeling warmer than before. Desperate to think of something, of anything else other than those supple, pink lips of hers, alluringly shiny with lip gloss, he reached for the icing bowl.

“Uh-uh!” she chided, and tugged the bowl out of his reach. “This is for the cake!”

Yoosung pouted as he eyed the bowl in her hands. She hugged it protectively in her arms, and turned her body slightly away from him.

“Ehh?” he whined. “You got to try some!” He stepped closer, reaching around her for the bowl.

She dodged with a quickly timed step. “That was a taste-test!”

“Let me taste-test too!” His lips drew further into a pout and he lunged for the bowl. She backed up, turning away in time to save the icing from his grasp, but making him hit the spoon instead. It flicked up from the bowl, splattering the white, sticky icing into the air, where it spectacularly plopped to the kitchen floor. All of it, that is, except for a glob on her cheek.

“Yoosung!” she huffed in exasperation. “Now look! It’s all over the floor!”

“Sorry…” He shrunk as she sighed, though his eyes were glued to the icing on her cheek.

She hadn’t noticed it. She was too busy mumbling, muttering about the icing, the floor, cleaning it…

An embarrassed, yet eager, grin pulled on Yoosung’s face. Now was his chance. He snuck closer to her, one step, two, and reached his hand for her cheek. Her eyes fell on his. They widened, her lips parting in surprise, as his thumb dusted her cheek. Lightly, softly, it brushed across her cheek and collected the icing. He drew his thumb to his lips, keeping his eyes on hers, and licked the icing off.

Her cheeks bloomed a bright, bright cherry red and his composure shattered. A violent heat seared up his neck to his ears.

“S-Sorry!” he blurted, stammered, words stuck on his tongue. “Th-There was icing! On your cheek! So, I just–”

Her fingers touched where his had been, drawn to her cheek automatically in surprise. “Oh.”

Their eyes, still locked together, held that shy gaze between them. A deafening silence draped over them, so quiet that Yoosung swore she could hear his heartbeat. It pounded heavily in his chest. It was all he could feel save for the sparks shooting through him, the fluttering in his chest.

“Sh-Should we remove the cake from its tin?” she asked, stammering over the first word. “For it to cool.” She set the mixing bowl down a little too roughly, and shuffled around him to the cake tin. Yoosung caught a faint whiff of vanilla and something flowery as she brushed past.

He just nodded and dropped his gaze.

After rescuing the cake from its tin, the awkwardness in the air seemed to dissipate. The cake held together, set aside to cool, and filled the air with its warm, heavenly scent.

“I can’t wait to try it,” she said. “I’ve never made a Christmas cake before.”

“Me neither,” Yoosung admitted.

A small smile flittered to her lips. “What did you do last Christmas Eve?”

Yoosung’s expression dropped. He sighed dejectedly and cupped his face in his hands. “It was awful! I made the mistake of going outside…”

She gave a dry, understanding laugh. “There were couple’s everywhere, huh?”

Yoosung nodded and grumbled through his hands. “I’ve never felt so lonely! It was the worst!”

“Well, I’m here,” she said, drawing Yoosung from his hands. “So, it’s an improvement on last year!”

A tight blush made its home on Yoosung’s cheeks. She was smiling up at him, brightly, caringly, in his kitchen, his apartment, on Christmas Eve. They were alone, the evening drawing to a close, Christmas drawing closer with every minute.

Of course this kind of situation would make him exited. Eager. Nervous.

He swallowed.

“If you were dating someone,” she asked, and drummed her fingers absently on the kitchen counter, “how would you spend Christmas Eve?”

“Oh!” her question jolted him from his thoughts. “I’d – uh – spend the day with them. Eating sweets and cooking Christmas cake–” That was a mistake. The hot flush doubled in intensity on his cheeks. “W-We’d go for walks and hold hands and…” Stop. Stop, stop, stop. “Y-You know, just couple things.”

God. Could he have made it any more obvious?

He wished the kitchen floor would swallow him up right now.

“Hmm,” she sounded, Yoosung feeling the very note in his chest. “That sounds really nice, actually.” She peered out the window. “Do you want to go for a walk?”

He froze. Her suggestion hung in the air. Was there a subtle hint in her words, or was that his mind talking? His mouth dropped open, clamped shut, and opened again.

“Y-Yes!” he chimed, possibly a little too quickly, possible a little too loud. “A walk would be nice.”

Her smile brightened the room and dampened the anxiety coursing through him. “Great! Let me grab my jacket, then.” She trotted over to the couch, where her jacket and bag lay. She tugged it on and met Yoosung by the front door with a smile. “Let’s go.”

The frosty outside air embraced them with a jolt. Their breaths plumed in the air as they headed down the street, following the flickering Christmas lights and glowing decorations. Despite being near midnight, the streets were far from empty. Yoosung let his gaze wander, following a couple holding hands in front of them. His fingers flexed by his side. Cold, numb, and empty.

He tugged the sleeves of his jacket down further.

“I’ve heard they’ve put up a huge Christmas tree nearby,” she said, before exhaling a deep, puff of air. “Why don’t we go see it?”

“Sure!” Yoosung chimed, dragging his eyes from the nearby couple. He hoped she hadn’t seen him gazing off at them whimsically, longingly.

God. He hoped he didn’t look desperate.

They headed off down the street as a Yoosung rubbed his hands together. He drew them to his face, exhaling hot air at his frosted fingers.

“Are your fingers cold?” she asked. She eyed him curiously, tilted her head on an angle that Yoosung could only find absolutely adorable.

He laughed awkwardly, wishing to hide his blush behind his hands. “Just a bit,” he said. “My gloves have holes in them. I think Lisa liked them too much.” He sighed. It was a mistake leaving his gloves out. His cat made a mess of them the instant they were in her sights.

“Do you want to use mine?” she asked and held up her hands, snuggly fit in two thick, woollen gloves.

“Then your hands will be cold!” Yoosung said, shaking his head.

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.” He drew himself up, drew his hands from his face and to his sides. “I can’t take your gloves. It’s the guy who’s supposed to share things.” Not that they were dating. Not he minded the idea of sharing anything with her.

“Then, let’s do this.” She took off her left glove and held it out to him with a smile. “Put it on.”

Curious, Yoosung took her glove and slipped it on his left hand. The instant his left hand was snug inside the glove, warm fingers entwined with his right. He jolted, the warmth spreading, coursing like lightning through his body. She’d taken his hand.

He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see anything but her hand in his.

“There,” she said with a smile. “Now we’re both warm.”

He wanted to scream and cry and disappear all at once. He was so happy, so elated, so obviously in love with her. No response found its way to his lips. No words fell on his tongue. He just nodded. Pretended that he wasn’t focusing on the feel of her fingers in his. Pretended that he wasn’t trying to imprint this memory into his mind.

He found it hard to focus on anything but her. Anything but how close they were walking, now hand-in-hand, among a sea of couples. Anyone who saw them would think they were dating. That’s what they looked like. A couple.

He was too warm. His heart was pounding too hard. Fluttering in his chest, stammering whenever he felt a slight pull on his fingers as they walked. It was a dream come true. Walking with her, holding hands, on Christmas Eve. Almost as if… almost as if they were a real couple, and not just friends.

Not just friends.

“Wow!” she gasped in awe as they turned down the next street. Her eyes flew up the towering Christmas tree, covered in huge shiny baubles and sparkling lights. The street beneath it was littered with couples, admiring the lights, hugging, talking, laughing.

Kissing.

Yoosung found himself tugged along as she drew closer to the tree. He was more than content to watch her, to see the childish joy on her face, to see the way her eyes lit up as brightly as the Christmas lights. She turned to him with a smile, one that stole his breath away.

He was speechless.

Speechless and hopelessly in love.

Then, her hand was gone. She dug in her bag for something as Yoosung flexed his bare fingers, rubbed off the sweat awkwardly on his pants. He hoped his nervousness hadn’t shown. He hoped the sweat didn’t gross her out. Hoped she hadn’t noticed, hoped that she would stay oblivious.

But, honestly, he hoped she would look at him. Really, really look at him.

He wished she would look at him the way she looked at the Christmas tree.

She pulled out a small, neatly wrapped present and held it out to Yoosung. He blinked down at it, up at her, then at the present.

“It’s a bit early,” she said, with an embarrassed smile. “But Merry Christmas, Yoosung.”

“What? It’s for me?” he gaped and accepted the present. It sat in his hands, solid, real, but he couldn’t believe it. “Can… can I open it?”

She laughed. That sweet, short laugh that sent his heart soaring. Fluttering. “Of course.”

Instead of wasting no time tearing into the wrapping paper, Yoosung peeled at the tape holding it together. He didn’t want to destroy the precious, neat wrapping she’d gone to effort to put in place.

“You can just tear it open,” she said with another laugh.

Yoosung flushed. “No, I won’t. Not when you put so much work into it for me.”

That made her pause. Her gaze dropped to her feet. “It… it’s not that big of a deal…”

Slowly, finally, Yoosung managed to unwrap the present. It was a new computer mouse, sleek and black, made specifically for gamers. It had various buttons on the side for quick commands.

“I hope you like it,” she said. “You said you were getting frustrated with your old mouse, so…”

“Y-Yes! I like it!” Yoosung blurted. “I really like it. I love it!” He flipped the box over in his hands, studying it, turning it, before beaming a smile up at her. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! This is the best!”

She breathed a short sigh of relief. “That’s great. I wasn’t sure if you’d like it, or if you’d already gotten yourself a replacement, or if it was the wrong colour… they have it in red, too? Or blue? I think there are ones that light up as well–”

“It’s perfect!” he cut off her rambling and shook his head. “And you got it for me. So, it, uh, makes me really happy.”

“Right.”

“I like it.”

“Okay.” She pursed her lips together, before they pulled up into a smile. “Merry Christmas, Yoosung,” she said again.

“I – I have something for you, too,” he said quickly. “But it’s at home. I was going to give it to you tomorrow, or when you left…”

“Any time’s fine,” she said and shrugged. “I could… come by tomorrow and you can give it to me then, if you want.”

“Tomorrow?”

She cast her eyes away for a breath. “Or when we get back. Either. I mean, if you’re busy tomorrow…”

Tomorrow. Was… was this her way of inviting herself over? Did she want to spend tomorrow with him?

“Tomorrow’s fine!” Yoosung said quickly. “I can… I can give it to you tomorrow.”

Through her nervousness, she smiled back at him. Whether it was the cold or her own embarrassment that dusted her cheeks red, or something more, Yoosung didn’t care. His own were flaming red. And he knew that wasn’t the cold.

She laughed, breathy and light, in the air of nerves around them. It drew a smile to his face, and then a chuckle, before they settled into a comfortable silence. Silence surrounded by noise, surrounded by couples.

Their eyes had met; Yoosung held her gaze. Something had lit aflame inside him. Something that had been building all day, building since the day they’d met in person. Since the day he’d heard her voice. It built and built until it was there on his tongue.

He would say it. Right now. Tell her everything he’d wanted to for such a long time.

“Um, y-you know,” he coughed, cleared his throat. It was now or never. “I really, really li–”

Shouts of surprise, squeals of delight, swallowed his confession. Small beads of white fell around them, dancing, falling through the air. Yoosung looked back at her, to see her eyes drawing up, away from him, away from their moment.

“It’s snowing!” she gasped. She held up her hands, one gloved, the other bare. Snowflakes dipped in the air and kissed her fingertips, dusted her hair. She twirled, catching the snowflakes, studying their paths through the air.

Yoosung clenched his fingers beside him. He held them tight, swallowed tight, then relaxed. He breathed a long, drawn out puff of air.

“It’s going to be a white Christmas,” Yoosung said. He grinned at her, she returned the smile. That was good enough for him. She was smiling. Happy. And he wanted her to stay that way.

He didn’t want his confession to trouble her.

They talked, enjoyed the snowfall, under the tree for some time. Minutes passed like seconds in their laughter, in their conversation.

Soon, she held out her un-gloved hand to him. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s head back before we freeze.”

“I’ll… I’ll walk you home,” he said. “We can ice the Christmas cake tomorrow.”

“Okay,” she said.

Yoosung straightened, swallowed the jolt that coursed through him as he took her hand. Her fingers settled in his, and gave his a gentle squeeze. He pressed his lips together, fighting back a giddy smile, fighting the blush burning on his cheeks.

He returned the squeeze. A second passed, a few steps, then she squeezed his hand. He did the same. She laughed into her other hand, and bumped him lightly with her shoulder. He glanced at her curiously, to see her grinning. There was a spark in her eyes. A knowing spark, one of elation.

It sent his mind spinning. His heart fluttering.

God. He wouldn’t be able to take more of this. And he didn’t even know what he’d done!

Yoosung’s phone chimed in his pocket, so he dug it out with his gloved hand. Struggling, he managed to input his pin code to see that Seven had sent a message.

Four words.

You’ll thank me later.

A single winky-faced emoji ended the curious text. Yoosung frowned at it.

“Who’s it from?” she asked as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

“Seven. Just another weird text.”

She laughed. “Does he send you them often?”

“Always!” Yoosung groaned. “And he’s always teasing me!”

“Like the chocolate milk incident?”

Another groan. “Don’t remind me! I still have to get him back! I can’t drink chocolate milk without feeling sick because of it!”

“You’ll think of something,” she said, giving his hand another squeeze.

He doubted that. Especially because his mind was trying to work through what Seven’s text meant.

Slowly, they meandered through the streets, neither too desperate to cut their walk short. The night air was cool and calm, not cold enough to be of bother.

Truthfully, Yoosung didn’t want this night to end. He didn’t want to let go of her hand. He didn’t want to say goodbye to her, even though he’d see her tomorrow. Even though they were always a phone call away.

He wanted her to stay. He wanted to pull her into his arms, to tell her everything.

But he’d already tried that once tonight, and that was enough. For now.

Too quickly for Yoosung’s liking, they arrived outside her apartment. It wasn’t too far from his, after she moved from Rika’s place following the RFA party. They stepped up to the door. Her hand dropped from his.

Yoosung fumbled with her glove on his left hand. He tugged it off and handed it to her. “Thanks,” he said, quieter than he wished.

She smiled. “Anytime.” She fished her key from her handbag and unlocked the door with a click that fell flat in the silence. She pushed the door open a crack, revealing a sliver of darkness, before she paused. Her eyes flicked up, as if towards the roof, before she turned quickly to Yoosung.

“Thank you for tonight,” she said. Her wide, grinning smile from before had faded into a gentle, albeit embarrassed, one. “I’ll come over tomorrow? Around noon?”

Yoosung nodded. “Okay. I’ll be looking forward to it. I get to eat Christmas cake with you.” He smiled and breathed an embarrassed laugh.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

She looked up at him, pausing for a second, as if thoughts were ticking over in her mind, and smiled. With a quick step, she closed the gap between them. She rose on balls of her feet, suddenly close, so close, that her breath tickled his cheek. She pressed a curt kiss to his cheek and stepped back.

“Goodnight, Yoosung.” She flashed a bright smile at him before disappearing into her apartment. Only when the door clicked shut behind her did Yoosung snap alert.

He staggered back a step. Two steps. Heat flushed his face, his neck, his ears. A hand cupped his face, felt the burning heat of his flush, touched the cheek she’d kissed.

Kissed.      

She’d kissed him.

His heart thundered as if he’d been sprinting. His mind spun and spun and spun and all he could think of was the feel of her lips against his cheek. The sweet, vanilla scent that reached him as she stepped so close.

He backed up a final scent before something green caught his eyes above her door. There it sat, up high, at the very top of the door. A mistletoe.

That’s what she’d seen. That’s why she paused. That’s why she kissed him.

Yoosung didn’t know whether to be elated or dejected. He didn’t know whether to curse Seven or praise him.

All he knew is that she’d kissed him. She’d held his hand. She’d spent Christmas Eve with him. And tomorrow, they’d spend Christmas together.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for him.