#mother’s bd dinner

[allarrows]

tits out drunk singing day

[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #30] Evaluating the Meaning of Home

warnings: to busan we go!!! kook is driving, yummy <3 , v fluffy, jk using the birds as an excuse!!! i spy with my little eye something beginning with.... b!!! ends in 'is jealous! and territorial!' !!!

a/n: this header was almost lost to the void, but I had a screenshot of the chapter to put on insta when I first published it lol, so it's a screenshot of a screenshot of a screenshot (of a screenshot?? (technically)). but it also mean I know the exact date of this og upload--31 march 2023. waaaa so long ago

wc: 6k

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

You're rushing around your apartment by the time Jeongguk shows up at your place again a few hours later. 

He'd given you time to get packed and ready, but also had taken the time to get his things together, too. His visit to your place the night before had been unplanned, so he'd lost the morning to get ready. He's like the white rabbit today - late, late, late - but it's inconsequential. Doesn't matter. It's a piss-easy drive, even with rush-hour traffic.

A quick call to his mum had been made, just to let her know you'd be joining him. She offered to make up his brother's room with fresh sheets before Jeongguk had even asked.

"It's fine," Jeongguk had said. "I can sort it when I get there-"

"It's no bother," she had assured him. "I don't want her thinking I can't keep my house in order! You'll sleep in your room, yes? Or would it be better if you were in Jeongmin's room? Might be strange, considering they don't know one another."

"Mum, he moved out a decade ago," Jeongguk laughed. "It's just a spare room."

"It's still your brothers!" His mother had reprimanded him. Fiercely proud of both her boys, she never wanted either of them to think they didn't have a place to call home. "Just like your room is still yours. Still has your little Spiderman posters up and those Girls Generation pictures next to your bed-"

"Put her in Jeongmin's room," Jeongguk had cringed. Knows it's full of baseball memorabilia, but would rather you be overwhelmed by his older brother's Lotte Giants obsession than his teenage girl crushes.

"Suit yourself," his mother had laughed. "What time should I expect you? What would you like for dinner? What did you say your friend's name is again?"

A million and one questions were asked, so Jeongguk's 'quick' call had taken far longer than he'd intended.

When he arrives at your place, he apologises. You simply shake your head. Invite him in.

"Just give me a minute," you say. "I'm running late, too."

He doesn't oppose. Notices your bags by the door, so offers to take them down to his car - of which you gladly accept, until you glance over to him and notice, well, him.

In jeans again, partially inspired by the pair of yours he'd stolen that morning to go to the shops, the shirt he's wearing is white. Isn't as baggy as his usual style is. Tucked into his jeans, a belt secures everything in place. You're reminded, again, of why Jeon Jeongguk is a menace.

But the white of the shirt against his tan skin is so heavenly, it's impossible not to stare; tattoos out, as if it isn't still chilly outside. Coat must be left in the car, you assume.

"Hey, hey," you call after him, hand outstretched to beckon him back. Nod toward his neck when he turns around. Your admiration for his appearance had drawn your attention to the marks left by your lips. "Can't be going home with your neck looking like that. Let me sort it out before we head off."

"My neck?" Jeongguk questions, reaching up to hold it, pressing his palm down to try and figure out what you mean - and then he remembers. Gets a little bashful. Giggles. "Ohhh."

And so he traipses back to your apartment and hops up onto the kitchen counter, bags on the floor. Dangles his feet as you rummage around for your concealer and pigment corrector in your room. You've only packed essentials with you to go to Busan. Think it will be better for your skin if you let the ocean air get well-acquainted with your pores.

Silence takes place of your usual banter as you come to stand between his legs and get to work fixing the mess you made on his skin. There's a neutral calmness to the way you both like to exist together; without pressure to perform, or appear likeable, or personable.

Hair down, Jeongguk toys with it just to give him something to do. Has a hairband on his wrist - one of yours - so decided to annoy you a little. Pulls all your hair to one side and starts to tie it up in a ponytail.

"Stop," you hum, a little smile on your lips as you dab product onto his skin. "I'm trying to focus."

"I'm helping," he says. "Getting your hair out of the way."

"Was never in the way," you grumble.

"Was," he objects.

Pulling away from the task at hand, you stand a little straighter. Raise your eyebrows, your hair making you look like an awkward singer from the 80's. Teeth on show, dimple etched into his cheek, Jeongguk looks far too pleased with himself. Reaches for your wrist, and pulls your spare hairband off it. Has another idea, now.

"Back to work," he says. "Haven't got all day. Chop chop."

Scoffing, you're about to refuse - but Jeongguk knows this. Knows he's being a cheeky bastard just to get a reaction, and now that he has? Kinda regrets it. Hooks his dangling legs behind yours. Hairband hooked over his thumb, his hands sink around your throat. Pulls you closer.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he grins. "Don't go. Please fix my neck."

Narrowing your eyes, you ignore how pouty your lips feel; how much they wanna close the gap between you and him.

"I'll fix your hair," he promises.

"Fine," you say, purely because the way he's holding you close is unbearable . You need to be out of his grasp immediately. Focus. "But not because you want me to. I'm only doing this because I don't want your parents to think poorly of me."

"My parents are gonna love you," he mutters as you get back to work, his hands gently prizing the hairband from your hair and letting it fall loose. "And who cares, anyways? Not like you're my girlfriend. Don't need to impress them."

"Doesn't matter," you say as you tap out the half-dried concealer on his throat. "Still want them to like me."

"Like I said," he shrugs, tying your hair up again, this time splitting it down the middle. Left side first, then right. Two cute little buns. "They will. Already told them a friend is coming with me. Had to really reinforce the fact you're just a friend. Should have heard mum when I said you were a girl-"

"Oh, God," you grimace.

"Honestly, I thought she was gonna get my entire family on a group call just to tell them her little boy is growing up," he laughs. "Was bitterly disappointed when I said you were just a friend. Had to tell her you used to have a thing with Jimin-"

"You told her what?!"

"Calm down!" He laughs. "Said you dated, not that you fucked him and went back for round two even though he didn't make you-"

"Jeongguk!"

"Sorry," he lies. He's not sorry at all. The smirk on his pretty lips attests to this. "Easier for us both if she thinks that there's like... nothing."

"There is nothing," you remind him.

Jeongguk's dreamily dark eyes roll. Head shakes. "Careful. Your nose will start growing, Pinocchio."

Looking down at you with a fondness reserved for only... well, you , Jeongguk thinks you look so silly with your hair in little lopsided space buns. Glitter in the corner of your eyes, there's a charming quality to the way you present yourself to the world. Cute . Your appearance is quite different from your personality, and yet they go hand in hand.

A My Melody girlie, yes, but there's a reason you seem to get on so well with a Kuromi boy. You and him are cut from the same cloth; different and yet so similar.

"Big noses are hot," you shrug.

Jeongguk fights a smile. Knows his isn't huge , but that it's been noted as 'well-proportioned' a few times by girls he's dated. Been a selling point. Wonders if maybe this is your way of giving him a compliment without directly saying as such. Chooses not to press, just in case it isn't.

Neck fixed as well as it ever will be, you're quite pleased with your work.

"Let's go," you encourage, not caring to change your hair. Will just fix it in his car. Haven't worn your hair like this in ages and it's always cute - even if you know he was trying to make it look ridiculous.

He lets you walk ahead. Grabs the recycling that needs to be put in the little trash pile on the corner of your street, not thinking much of it. Just saves you a job when you get back.

His car smells just like it always does; leathery and a little musky. Manly. You'd be lying if you said you didn't like it, but you figure he's not to thank for it.

It takes you less than five seconds to notice the origami birds up on the dash, where you both know your feet will end up within half an hour.

"Oh?" You sound, not really asking anything, yet Jeongguk knows what you mean.

"Been on my desk for ages now," he says - and he's right. They fell weeks ago. Have been cluttering up his space. "Figure we may as well do them seeing as we have some time together."

You laugh a little, shaking your head.

"I've not forgotten earlier," you tell him. "You ain't getting fuck all from me when it comes to the birds."

Jeongguk just grins, sinking his key into the ignition and starting the car up. He glances over to make sure your seatbelt is on, before knocking it into first and setting off down the sideroad your apartment is up.

"Read it," he says.

"Which is yours?"

"Not even gonna give you an answer for that one, B," he deadpans, flicking up his indicator to merge onto the main road. "Use your eyes."

Cringing, you hum out a small " ah ."

The birds are like yin and yang; complementary and yet entirely different. One is pristine, folded perfectly, still holding its shape. The other? Well... the other is yours. A little lopsided, and definitely not your finest work, it even has a few specks of glitter that dance in the light cascading through Jeongguk's windshield.

"Fair enough," you admit, reaching out for his.

Unfolding it, you can't help but feel a little apprehensive. Nervous. It's a while since any of the birds have been done, and you -

"Oh, you mother fucker," you laugh as soon as you open it. "You got me here under false pretences!"

Written in his handwriting is an oh-so-convenient fear:

Take a girl to meet my parents.

"No, I didn't!" He protests, voice a little whiney. "I didn't! I swear. I genuinely do think you need some clean air, you little goblin - but like, two birds, one stone."

"I've been bamboozled," you whine.

"No, you haven't!" Jeongguk chuckles, finding your little faux tantrum all very endearing.

"I have," you insist.

"I'd forgotten all about it when I asked," he admits, knowing that you'll likely think it's bullshit.

Is proven right when you scoff a very bratty, " bollocks ."

"It's not bollocks," he says, almost choking on his sweet little laughs. "Honestly, B. I saw them when I was getting my stuff together and figured if we do them now, it will be one less bird to worry about in the future. We do have lives to live, yanno. Can't be doing birds forever."

"Why not?" You retort a little too quickly. "Actually, yeah, no. You're right."

"Exaaaaactly," he hums, smug in your confirmation that he'd made the right choice. "Haven't looked at your bird yet, so whatever that is? Yeah. Don't blame me."

Part of you doesn't want to open it. It feels sort of embarrassing, knowing how sweet all of Jeongguk's birds are compared to yours. No matter how endearing his are, yours always seem to be vulgar - and while you know Jeongguk would never oppose them, it makes you feel a little insecure.

You do all of the things with him because you wrote them down. They're your desires.

But Jeongguk has proven time and time again that there's nothing to be embarrassed about.

So you open it.

Read it in your head.

Smile .

Feel your heart flutter like the petals of falling cherry blossom in early spring.

"What?" Jeongguk says softly, noticing the curve of your lips as he glances to the side. "What is it, B?"

"Cute," you admit. "It's really cute."

"Okay..." he waits for clarification.

"It's like, the nicest one I wrote," you say, secretly pleased with yourself.

"Which is...?"

"Holding hands," you simplify the bird. Don't shout it like it's written down, all caps, and an abundance of exclamation marks. "Just like... Down the street, I guess. Publically."

"Holding hands?" Jeongguk questions, completely confused by everything you are. "Sorry, holding hands ? What happened to mutual masturbation? Showering toge-"

"Shut up," you cringe, holding the now flat paper up over your face. Mortifying .

Jeongguk's playful nature doesn't relent, one hand on the steering wheel, the other reaching over to you. His long fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling the cover from your rosy cheeks. The energy between you is electric, yet entirely calm; a contradiction. So perfectly you .

"Holding hands," he chuckles to himself quietly, shaking his head with such fondness it's hard to remember a time when interacting like this wasn't normal for you both.

A friendship formed in the dizzying haze of Dionysus, nurtured over iced coffees and acrylic paint; there's something good between you and Jeongguk. Something rare. Something worth protecting.

And when Jeongguk slides his fingers between yours, setting your hands down on his thigh, you can't help but feel safe. He'll guard your deepest fears like the fiercest companion you ever imagine, yet softly encourage you to face them with Midas' hands. You'll become golden where you once felt brittle, and Jeongguk will be the one to blame.

When you glisten, and men unworthy of you see the beauty of your restoration, they'll pillage. Take what he's fixed; rob you of your worth. Perhaps you should be angry at him. Perhaps he's setting you up for destruction.

But how lovely it is to feel somewhat whole, again, even if just for a while.

"It's not what the bird meant," you say softly, pretending as if your heart isn't beating a mile a minute. Perhaps it does scare you more than you realised.

"It's what it says," Jeongguk replies just as sweetly.

He's not wrong, granted, but there are layers to this. There always is. He knows this. Just sort of wanted to hold your hand.

"I know," you nod. He holds your hand a little tighter. Anticipates an explanation. Doesn't think you need to explain it at all, but knows you will regardless. "It's just that -"

God, Jeongguk thinks. Know you so well.

"- My ex, like, would never hold my hand. Or at least, he did, but then he sort of used it like a punishment. When he was pissed off with me, he'd refuse to hold it, and like - I'm not a baby ," you quickly interrupt your story to downplay just how hurtful it always was. "I just... It was different, you know? I was so used to holding the hands of the people I loved, and then it was like 'oh, I got a little too much glitter on his new tie' and my hand wouldn't get held for the rest of the weekend."

Hindsight is a wonderful thing. You're starting to understand why Seokjin hated your glitter so much. It's the same reason Jeongguk loves it so much. It's your calling card. I WAS HERE carved into wooden benches as a teenager; love locks secured to bridges around the world. To see glitter on their skin is to see evidence of you. Your existence. Your role in their lives.

The glitter must have made it hard to cheat.

It's a devastating realisation. One you wish you hadn't made. One you'll never be able to forget.

Jeongguk's grip on your dainty, ring-clad fingers tightens.

"Your ex needs fuckin' therapy," he growls. "Had no right making you feel like that."

You just shrug. Jeongguk's grip loosens, thinking you're trying to pull away, but is comforted when you don't. He strokes his thumb over yours, soothing your woes.

"Think we all need a little therapy," you offer a small, sincere smile.

"You're probably right," Jeongguk admits.

"Anyways, let's not think about that," you say, pulling your hand back now, folding your bird back up into its original pattern. "Road trips are made for forgetting exes, not thinking about them."

And with that, Jeongguk presses no more on the topic. Lets you connect your phone to his aux. Is thankful he dragged you along, 'cause you really do need a break, maybe even more than he does. Your life has been go-go-go since the moment he met you. It's partially his fault, but he hopes he can make up for it, now.

Thankfully for him, if there's one thing you enjoy about being Jeongguk's friend, it's riding shotgun in his car.

He handles it so well that you wouldn't be surprised to discover he's the son of a racecar driver, or maybe had been on in a past life. There's an ease to how he manoeuvres - and even though car guys are pretty high up on your list of boys you never wanna date, he does make you reconsider this. Never before has a man reversing ever gotten your panties wet - but a hand behind your headrest, the other flat against his steering wheel as he ignores the automatic sensors and drives according to what feels right?

Mhhhm. Has you thinking maybe the passenger princess girlies know something you don't. You always assume guys with nice cars are overcompensating for having a small dick, but Jeongguk has already proven this theory wrong.

Still a little frustrated from the way Jeongguk had worked you up a few hours earlier without giving you a release of any kind, you squeeze your legs together. Sink further down into your seat. Decide that thinking about his dick in any capacity is a bad decision. A distraction is needed.

"I spy with my little eye," you sigh, looking out the window for inspiration. The world passes by in such a blur that it's hard to pinpoint something. Everything is a rush of brown and beige, winter killing off the lush greens of the mountains that you miss dearly. It's been like this for months, and will remain this way until March, at the very earliest.

"Something beginning with?" He asks, entertaining you without a second thought.

"Something beginning with... R."

"Really sexy boy?" He asks without missing a beat.

"Ddaeng."

"Hmmm," he hums. "That's the only obvious answer."

"I can't see any sexy boys, though," you pout. "Let alone really sexy."

"Okay, firstly, that's rude," he tells you with a small huff. "And secondly, give me a clue. Inside the car or outside?"

"Inside."

"So... A really sexy boy?"

Laughing, you shake your head. "Really big idiot, more like."

"Is that the answer?!"

"No," you giggle. "Think smarter, Koo."

"I am thinking smart," he insists. "And what have I told you about calling me that?"

"That it will give you a raging boner?"

"Well... True, but no. Don't do it."

"Because it will give you a raging boner?"

"Oh my God," he exclaims. "R! Raging boner!"

"Do you have a boner?"

Jeongguk shrugs. "Meh. Bit of a semi."

"Fucking hell, are you ever not horny?"

"Rarely."

"Such a boy," you laugh. "But no. Not raging boner.  C'mon, Gguk. It's easy! Think!"

Jeongguk spends almost 8 minutes guessing. Eventually, you have to tell him.

"Radio?!" He shrieks when you reveal it as the answer. "You can't see the radio!"

"It's right there!" You point towards the screen displaying what's currently playing on his aux.

"That's a screen!"

"Oh don't be so pedantic," you laugh. "Okay, okay. Redo. Your go."

"Fuckin' radio," he mutters, shaking his head. "Okay. I spy with my little eye..."

Feet up on Jeongguk's dash, you ignore him every time he tells you to take them down. Sometimes he reaches over and forces them down. You always just put them back up ten seconds later. Let him think that maybe this time you'll follow his orders - but you're still reeling from his little power play in bed this morning.

Like fuck you'll do anything he says. Not today.

"If I crash, your legs will impact your chest," he warns. "Knees'll go right through your ribs."

"So don't crash," you say, knowing that such a comment will only earn a defensive take from Jeongguk - and you're proven right.

"I know how to drive," he asserts, and he kind of reminds you of your own father, and how much he hated your mother's backseat driving. "But it's other fuckers! There are some idiots on the road!"

You snort a little laugh. "Yeah. You're right about that."

"Maybe I will just crash my car," Jeongguk mutters, but it's all in good fun.

You're both smiling; both pleased for things to be feeling normal between you again. You may bicker about the tiny things, but it's only because you feel so secure in the big things. How lovely it is to have a friend like him.

"You'll do no such thing," you tell him with absolute certainty. "You love this car too much."

Jeongguk doesn't reply. Hums a small indication of agreement, but chooses not to elaborate. Given the choice between you or the car? He'd crash it a hundred times over if it was the only way to keep you safe. Cares so much more for the girl in his passenger seat than he does for the vehicle she's in.

It's not a long drive - only about an hour - but Jeongguk takes the scenic route. It's been a while since he's had you here, and he likes it. Likes the subtle notes of your perfume filling the car, and the way you quietly hum along to songs on his playlists.

When he fills up the gas halfway along the journey, you grab the snacks. Ask him what he wants, and roll your eyes when he says, "surprise me."

The service station is a little dated; white walls peeling, display signs relics from better days. A small complex, there are just a handful of food stalls and a small CU. The sweet scent of fresh pastries wafts through the air, thanks to a small tent out the front where a man easily three times your age is using a wooden skewer to turn hodu-gwaja in their mould.

As far as you're concerned, it's not a road trip (no matter how short the distance) without a paper bag full of red bean-filled, walnut-shaped bread. Jeongguk always seems to go for the saltier snacks when you're together, though, so you head inside first. Scope out the options. Spot a small stall frying tornado potatoes and trust your intuition when it compels you to pick up one for Jeongguk.

Returning to the forecourt, the skewer with a spiralled potato in one hand and your brown paper bag full of pastries in the other, you wait for him to notice you.

A hand on the nozzle of the pump, he's nearly finished filling the tank. Goosebumps are on his arms, the regret of not tossing on his coat written all over his face. The nozzle clicks, diverting Jeongguk's attention from the distant mountains he'd been gazing over towards, realigning his thoughts and focusing him in on the world around him.

Takes no more than half a second for his eyes to find you; black padded jacket keeping you warm, your smile peeking just above the top of the fastening. Hair up in a couple of space buns, your eyes are the focal point of your face, all glittery and gorgeous.

Yet it's the food he focuses on, tummy rumbling.

"For me?" He mouths in your direction.

Nodding enthusiastically, you crouch down to take a seat on the steps that lead up to the food complex as happiness blooms over his features. Jeongguk raises a fist in the air, and shakes it. Bites down on his bottom lip; closes his eyes. Silently cheers. Makes you giggle.

Across the forecourt, there's a small group of girls. Around your age, you think. Eyes on Jeongguk, they're muttering to one another; no doubt enthusing about the fact he looks like daydream in this dreary service station. Radiates gold in a town of chalk.

As he heads towards you, you can't help but think about how you'll be perceived. Know that it's incredibly easy to incorrectly judge a friendship like yours. It's a tale as old as time, how a guy and a girl can never be 'just friends'. The girls will see you and will assume you're a couple.

Your smile widens as he approaches. You hold out the tornado potato before he reaches you. It's deliberate.

It's me, you think. I'm the one he's walking towards. Not you.

A strange thought, for someone who is just a friend.

Curious, and pathetic, and a little juvenile. The gossiping continues.

They're pretty girls. Probably lovely, too. Personalities to magic their magic-perms.

You've no reason to be thinking harshly, and yet when Jeongguk is close enough to take the snack from you, and you use your now free hand to pat the ground beside you. Indicating that he should sit, you deliberately choose the side away from the girls.

"Legend," he says, chowing down without much thought. Would usually check the temperature with his hand, but has just filled his tank. Hands are probably filthy. "Ah, fuck," he hisses as he breathes in a little air to cool the red-hot potato he's already got in his mouth. "Hot."

Laughing, you apologise. 

"Sorry. The lady running the stall fried me a fresh one," you explain.

The rest of the potatoes had been sitting out for a little while, or so you had been told by the sweet lady. Her actions were benevolent; a small kindness bestowed upon a shooting star. Karma is very real, and it'd be foolish not to treat a cosmic entity with such generosity. Wise in her years, she wasn't about to let you pass her by without wishing for a little goodwill.

Jeongguk shakes his head, swallowing that first bite. "Nah, it's fine. It's good. Hit the spot," he says, then holds it over for you. "Want some?"

The answer is no - all you really want is the hodu-gwaja - but the girls are still looking at him, so you accept his offer like the petty little bitch you are. Bite straight from his stick. Rip off a little more than you intend to, and get Jeongguk laughing.

"Save me some!" He jokes, but you simply shake your head.

Cheeks rosy, you struggle to get it all down in one bite. "I paid for it."

"You're getting a free ride," he reminds you, to which you can't argue against.

Speaking of nothing much, just whatever comes to mind, the small break from the journey is welcome. You remain seated on the stairs even after you finish your food. The girls depart before you do.

"Think they were in love with me," Jeongguk says almost as soon as they leave. You choke on your pastry. "Wow, really that unbelievable, huh?"

He's just joking, but is no stranger to stares. Works in a bar. Knows that he's desired, even if he has no desire to act upon it most of the time. It's all superficial shit he doesn't care for.

"Got an ego on you today, don't you?" You laugh.

"Had a girl calling me Daddy in bed this morning," he teases you, nudging against your shoulder with his own.

"Fuck off."

"So yeah," he admits, ignoring your curse. "The ego got a good stroking."

He kinda wishes it was something else that had gotten a good stroking instead, but he's trying to behave himself. Nearly fucked things up all because he fucked you when he shouldn't have. Is trying to fix things.

"Your ego will be your downfall, Jeon," you assure him, getting to your feet, taking his empty skewer from his hand to toss everything in the bin together. "No one likes a cocky bastard."

"So why are you walking away, then?" He teases. "Can't control yourself when you're around me, huh?"

"I'm telling your mum," you warn, as Jeongguk gets to his feet also, patting down the crumbs from his thighs.

"Oh yeah?" He indulges in the flirt. "Whatcha gonna tell her?"

"That her son is acting like a little fuck boy," you assert. "She'll be disappointed."

"She'll also know it's bullshit, B," he shrugs, toying with his lip ring. He'd make the perfect fuck boy, you think, if only he was an asshole. "My brother is the one that fucks around. I've always been an angel."

"Is your brother single?" you joke.

"You can't tell me off for speaking like a tool and then expect me to set you up with one," he laughs. "Stay the fuck away from my brother."

"He's older right?" You ask, ignoring his warning.

"Right."

"I love an older man," you dreamily sigh as you head back to Jeongguk's car.

"I don't care," Jeongguk says, voice stern, but you pay it no notice as you reach his car. He was gonna open the door for you, but when you're being like this? No chance.

Instead, he tugs on your wrist to turn you around. Gets you facing him. Walks forwards, still. Stops only when your back meets the side of his car. 

He traps you in place; hands on the roof, one on either side of you. He looks down. Looks dead centre in your eyes. Looks like sin.

"You can't go around collecting up the people I care about like Pokemon cards, B," he husks. "You've already had my housemate."

"Had your housemate twice," you correct, just to wind him up a little more. He's too easy when he's like this. Easy to wind up; easy to please. All you'd have to do is say 'I won't', and he'd accept it - but where's the fun in that?

He rolls his eyes. Shakes his head. Lets his nose nudge up against yours.

"You can't have my best friend and my brother."

"Why not?" You whisper against his lips.

"'Cause I told you earlier, B," he whispers. "I get jealous."

"That's a ' you' problem."

"You'll destroy a family," he tells you with such conviction you believe him. He's learnt to never lie to you. His jealousy? It's as honest as it gets.

"So I can't fuck your dad either?" You tease, just because you enjoy Jeongguk showing his true colours. You might like an older man, but not so old he could be your own dad. Already know you'll have nightmares from Jeongguk making you call him Daddy that morning.

"Gonna be in my city, B," he reminds you, ignoring the threat because, honestly, the idea of it repulses him. "Ain't no way you're gonna fuck anyone that isn't me in my own goddamn hometown."

"No?"

"No," he whispers as he nudges his nose up against yours. Lets his lips brush yours. Doesn't push down. Wants to so badly. That semi of his from earlier? Yeah. It's hard, now - and he does let that press against your tummy. Lets you know that he's thinking about fucking you, then has the audacity to say, "Behave yourself."

"Fine," you smirk with casual arrogance. Jeon Jeongguk has buttons, or so it would appear. Pushing on them is just as fun as you'd imagine. "Won't fuck your dad."

"Thank you," he breathes out a small laugh. Pulls away a little to press a kiss to your nose. "My brother is out of town, anyways. Couldn't even if you wanted to."

Shrugging your shoulders, you turn to face the door, and let him linger for a moment. The parking lot is virtually empty, but this is still far too heated for such a location. The proximity of his positioning is sinful; his hardness digging into your lower back.

It's not like you didn't know this would be the case. You did it deliberately.

He deserves it, after the little stunt he pulled earlier.

Hair still up in little space buns, Jeongguk decides he needs to compliment you more often when your hair is up. Likes your neck. Or having easy access to it, at least.

His lips press a chaste kiss to the curve of your neck before he pulls away.

Watching as he gets around to the driver's side, bulge in his jeans painfully obvious, you voice a theory that you know is gonna soften him right up.

He can thank me later, you think. Doing the duty of a good friend!

"Shagged you, anyways," you hum. "You're all related so you probably have, like, identical dicks. No point in me fucking them, too."

Fingers hooked beneath his door handle, Jeongguk looks over to you, disgust written all over his face. "What is wrong with you?"

You just smile. Shrug. Pop open the car door, and get in. Call to him, "Shall we get going?"

Jeongguk thinks of the conversation you had earlier about crashing his car. Doesn't seem like such a bad idea now.

"We're turning around," he assures you. "There's no way I'm letting you meet my fucking parents."

"What was it you said?" you giggle, thinking of his stupid little insult from earlier. "That if your mum meets me, then she'll stop begging you to bring a girlfriend home? You're welcome!"

The rest of the drive is marred by stupid bickering and playful conversation. There's no need for discussions of anything hard, nor heavy. Hayun feels like a distant memory, and you're yet to reply to the message that pinged through from Seojoon as you were getting ready to leave your place.

It's just you and your best friend; an open road with the ocean on the horizon.

Jeongguk spots the sea first. Doesn't mention it, 'cause he wants to let you 'win' the unspoken game of 'first to see the sea wins'.

"Gguk!" you gasp when you do eventually see the cerulean beauty of Busan. "The sea! Look!"

Worth it, he thinks.

His parents live a little further inland, but he'd deliberately taken you further down towards the seafront just for this moment.

"Home sweet home," he muses, knocking his indicator to signal he's turning off. The streets are always so crowded down by the coast, so as much as he'd like to stay close, he knows he's already running late. His mum is probably worried. "We can come back this evening. I'll show you my old haunts."

It's a simple invitation, much like the initial invite for you to come with him. Jeongguk doesn't think too hard about things like this. Decides what he wants to do, and offers you the chance to join him.

"Please," you enthuse. "I've never been here in the evening."

"Oh, it's the best," Jeongguk smiles. "Forget our city - Busan is so much better."

It's not. His opinion is driven by nostalgia. Hasn't had a night out in Busan since before he met you. Doesn't realise how much he'd miss you, if you weren't with him.

The roads he takes become increasingly less crowded. Closer to home.

It's strange, Jeongguk thinks. He normally feels a giddy excitement whenever he reaches this part of town; an appreciation for the place he grew up. It's that classic 'coming home' sensation that bubbles in your stomach whenever you first greet your mother during the holidays - and yet Jeongguk's giddiness makes no hike. Doesn't rise like he thinks it will.

At least it doesn't until he parks up, just down the street from his parent's place, and glances over to you.

That's when it hits . 

And that's also when he knows he's absolutely fucked.

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

[tanith-rhea]

I'm not sure if this is has been done or not, but Larissa with a Normie (gn) s/o who is very introverted (the complete opposite of Larissa quite honestly) loves books and what not, but the main point is they don't like their own birthday, especially surprise parties. And poor Larissa doesn't know that about her s/o, because s/o never said anything about the situation or even hinted about they wanted on their birthday (even previous ones). If s/o had a choice, they wouldn't have told Larissa about their BD, Larissa just happened to stumble upon it somehow. But Larissa throws a grand surprise party for her s/o at the school and everyone, and I mean everyone was there. S/o doesn't want to ruin this for Larissa even though it is their day, so they try to stay with the party but gets anxiety and hides away somewhere. Someone eventually points out they aren't here and Larissa goes to finds s/o in their usual hiding spot, she just comforts and holds them and slowly understanding where s/o was feeling about the BD situation and deeply apologizes for this, but s/o told her it wasn't really her fault.

Happy birthday, my dear!

Hey, thank you for my first-ever ask! I hope I didn't forget anything and that you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you so, so much for this. Have a lovely day!

Word count: <1k (this is a shorter one, but very sweet)

The days coming up to your birthday were always stressful. You had managed to keep your cool and act normal for most of it, but sometimes the need to be alone was encompassing. You knew it would all be over soon, and you would be a year older, and everything would be fine, but the sheer expectation of having something to show for it was too heavy to bear.

The thing was: you didn't accomplish much in your life. Sure, you were the first doctorated child in your family, but a PhD didn't make you fun at parties. You taught super-powered teenagers the importance of literature and were surprisingly adored by the little hormone-filled humans, but they weren't the posh politicians or CEOs your parents envisioned you spending time with.

You were proud of your achievements, they just didn't seem like achievements most of the time and especially during this time of year.

When the day came and no one acted differently, you could kiss every single person that passed through you. Nobody knew, of course, apart from Larissa, who only discovered it because last year your mother called to offer congratulations and passive-aggressively pry on your life. Everything was good, and tomorrow you would be older, wiser, and a hundred per cent not stressed over a disaster party going wrong.

That was until one of your students, Yoko, went looking for you close to seven, claiming someone was looking for you in the entry hall. You knew what it was about, and walking through the corridors to the unlit stairs the nausea of having to talk to people without previous preparation began to clog your throat.

"SURPRISE!" everyone screamed at you when the lights turned on. Oh wow, they weren't even close to what you thought they'd be. The entire school was crowding the spacious hall, a long dinner table had been brought and all types of party snacks decorated it along with an enormous cake saying "Happy Birthday, y/n"

Through the crowd, the culprit of that anxiety-inducing nightmare came to you with open arms and the warmest smile you had ever seen her wear. Larissa hugged you tightly, the proximity easing the knot in your gut by an inch.

"Happy birthday, my love," she said before kissing your cheeks and lips "I hope you liked the surprise."

"Yeah, of course!" your half-strangled high-pitched voice rang in your ears. You were going to pass out, there was no denying it.

A lot of students went to you with birthday wishes and handmade cards, and it was overwhelmingly sweet of them, but all you wanted to do was bolt.

Your colleagues were there as well; every single one shook your hand or hugged you or gave you an awkward but well-meaning pat on the back. Everyone seemed weirdly happy to celebrate one more year of y/n y/ln being alive and it was too much.

You talked with the biggest amount possible of people you knew and endured stale chitchat with the ones that you never saw before but, half an hour in, you could not do it anymore. You waited until no one was paying attention and ran like mad to your safe haven, leaving the blasted function behind.

It took more than you felt comfortable analysing for someone to come looking for you. It was nearly an hour, and you were sleepily going over some poems in a random book you picked by the window when Larissa's soft voice caught your attention.

"Love? What are you doing here?" she was concerned, her bright eyes widening at your own, glossed over with tears you didn't have the energy to shed.

"I was just a bit overwhelmed" you offered simply. Should you explain? You probably should, but you felt too tired to even speak too much.

Larissa quickly joined you at the library seat, taking you in her arms and kissing the top of your head. That had to be the best thing about her: she gave the best cuddles known to men.

"I didn't know you'd feel uncomfortable. I'm so sorry, darling" she whispered atop of you.

"You couldn't know… I never told you" you said weakly against her chest.

"Told me what?"

"That I hate it. All of it," she lifted your face and looked at you questioningly "I hate my birthday. I hate the expectations of having something to show, the fear the friends I invite don't actually want to come, having to talk with my family just to hear how everybody else is excelling at life while I barely can get sixteen-year-olds to read eight books a year, it just-"

"Shhh, love" she touched your lips with her thumb, her hand cupping your cheek and a sad smile. She traced her pad over your bottom lip and leaned to kiss your forehead "I am so, so very sorry for not asking how you felt. I swear I'd never have done any of it if I knew"

You know this. You know she had nothing but the best intentions and while it touched you how far she could go to make you happy, it also meant your undoing.

"It wasn't your fault" you turn to kiss the palm of her hand, pressing it against your mouth with your fingers before leaning on her again "If I had told you it never would have happened."

She held you close and played with your hair, the sounds from the party were slowly subsiding and you could hear people walking the corridors and talking. Probably students going back to their rooms.

After some time, you too wandered to your quarters.

That night you played Scrabble in bed while eating coffee-and-chocolate-flavoured cake and Larissa held you close until you fell asleep, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

[panlight]

I love how Meyer consistently adds all these insignificant details about Bella's routine and the tiniest of her actions. It serves the double result of making her more believable as a person and easing the reader's process of self-identification, all while being a nice touch of naturalistic writing technique in a novel series that isn't naturalistic in the slightest, lol. I wonder why more YA authors don't show the same attention to detail, for it'd make their characters feel more alive.

I wonder if that's part of why I was so put off with Breaking Dawn, because it is so fantastical that it does kind of break away from those slice of life, domestic details in the earlier books.

Like when Bella's gestating a vampire death baby she's not putzing around the kitchen getting cereal or cooking something for Charlie. She's just immobile on the couch while vampires and shapeshifters do things around her. It doesn't feel grounded in reality anymore, it's just off in fantasy land.

(I mean there are myriad other reasons I was put off with BD but that might be one of them).

But it was a rather charming detail of the series; you could imagine yourself in Bella's shoes so easily because outside of her fantastical romance, she made dinner, washed the dishes, did homework, used an old annoying computer, etc. And I'm sure SM wrote a lot of her daily existence into this and that's why Bella is supposed to be "born 35" since SM was a 29-year-old mother of three when she was writing this rather than a teenage girl. So Bella runs the house like she's an adult woman with family receptibilities (because SM is writing what she knows) while also doing homework and dating a vampire.

I do think it's amusing, but also sad, that SM on the Lexicon claims keeping house is a 'hobby' of Bella's. That she likes things run 'just right.' But then when she marries Edward, she marries into a family that already has someone performing this role--Esme--and doesn't seem to miss it at all. It makes me wonder if she never really enjoyed it at all and part of the fantasy is now she doesn't have to do any of that anymore. I suppose she could 'play house' at her cottage, but Renesmee doesn't like human food and they seem to spend most of their time at the big house with the rest of the fam so how much housework is there to do at the cottage, really?

[littleoanh]

Hi hi! I hope you are doing well. I saw that your request were opened and wanted to request a black dragon hakkai coming home to his pregnant wife. He’s not the same as he was before killing Taiju and becoming the leader of the black dragons. After a long day of being in meetings he just wants to be with his wife. He’s scary to others but always soft to his wife. If it’s alright with you and thank you!

A/N: Hello hello darling! I am doing okay, thank you for asking! I hope you don’t mind this turning into a drabble. I am trying to get my motivation back to write again. Enjoy!

His Safe Haven

Characters: BD!Hakkai Shiba x Fem/AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff and fem/afab reader is married to Black Dragon leader, Hakkai, and is expecting.

Like, reblogging, and kind comments are appreciated.

It’s been several years since Hakkai Shiba became the leader of the notorious Black Dragons gang. They are a powerful organization known for their ruthlessness and cunningness. He gained a reputation as a callous and cold-blooded leader who wouldn’t hesitate to take out anyone who crossed him. After having a long day of  back to back meetings and negotiations with different organizations, he was finally on his way home. Tired, stressed, and frustrations are draining him mentally.

The moment he steps through the door, a warm sense of relief instantly washes over him. The familiar umami aroma filled his nostrils as he shreds his blazer and taking off his shoes. Following the sound of cute humming brings a soft smile on his scarred lips. Watching you, his beloved wife, stirring the pot with a bright smile. His indigo eyes trails down to your belly, it is slightly rounder compared to the previous weeks. 

This is his safe haven.

He approaches your unguarded figure, wrapping his tone arms around you and feels you slightly jump. “Oh, Kai! You scared me.” You giggle out of relief, looking into his softened gaze, “Welcome home, honey.” Giving him a kiss on his cheek, bringing comfort in his fragile heart.

“It feels good to be home.” He closes his eyes, drinking in your serenity. Being home with you, his softer side comes out naturally. “Anything I can do to help?” He opens his eyes again and his hand touches your belly, feeling his unborn child. 

“No, it’s okay! Dinner is almost ready, so you can sit and relax.” 

“Alright.” Hakkai kisses your forehead gently, you are the only person in the world who accepts his flaws and all. Making him feel human again. 

Dinner conversation topics are about plans for the nursery room, what color walls to paint and what neutral toys to buy. This helps him forget his responsibilities as the leader of Black Dragons, he is a husband who is just as excited as you for your baby to come. Hakkai listens intently to your ideas and offers his suggestions as well. 

As the night grows close, Hakkai helps load the dirty dishes and brings you to bed. He carefully massages your legs and feet, tucking your pregnancy pillow around you. Placing his hand on your belly, “I can’t wait to meet our child.”

“Me too. You’re going to be a great father, Kai.” His indigo eyes widen in surprise, you giggle softly before closing your eyes. He leans in to caress your cheek, watching you drifting into slumber and lightly kissing your cheek.

“You’re going to be an amazing mother, [Y/n].” As he gets ready for bed, Hakkai feels grateful to have you by his side. Looking at the bathroom mirror, he sees your sleeping reflection. “I promise I will protect you and our child.” 

Knowing tomorrow, he will have to go back to being the notorious Black Dragon’s leader but he will always be a husband and devoted soon to be father first.

[End]

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[possiblyhomer]

BD fanfic idea because yes, I'm still coping

Starts off with more angst.

Rei decides he can't loose Kazuki too, so he packed his bags, gives ownership of their apartment to him, and plans to leave while Kazuki's asleep.

Problem is: Kazuki couldn't sleep, and was able to confront Rei just as he was at the door, taking one last look at his true home

Kazuki just lost it at that. But before he could spiral out of control, Rei hugged him. Tightly.

"We just lost Miri because of who I am. I can't lose you too. I'll be away for a while. Will you wait for me?"

"Don't do anything stupid." Kazuki told him and sends him off with another hug.

After returning to the Suwa estate. Rei takes on more hands-off positions to prepare him for becoming the boss.

During that time, he secretly sends Kazuki letters hidden in files of his targets. Kyu's in on it too,

Few years later, he officially becomes THE boss. And his first order? To get rid of his father.

By this time, thanks to the compassion he learned from his time with his true family, most of the organization's more loyal to him than his psychopathic boss.

One day, Kazuki hears the door being easily unlocked.

The moment he saw Rei, Kazuki immediately tackled him in a hug and a kiss before Rei could even say "I'm home".

They catch up over dinner, feelings are felt, confessions are made, and they woke up at noon the next day in eachother's embrace.

With his new position, Rei is able to let Kazuki retire from being a Hitman and even help him open and fund a restaurant so that Kazuki could see people express appreciation for his cooking.

After everything settled down, they met up with Misaki and told her that now that both of them are in relatively much safer jobs, they'd like to help her with her treatments so that Miri could have her mother for longer, even if it's just for a bit more.

They (including Kyu) eventually became close friends, Kazuki sometimes even gossip with Misaki.

The organization, under Rei's "rule", became much closer knit like a big family. So not only does Miri get to have all 3 of her parents, she also gets a lot more aunties and uncles.

Years later, Misaki passed away surrounded by friends and family. In her will, she entrusted Miri to Kazurei fully... under one condition.

"For the love of God, one of you just propose already." Turns out both of them, on 2 separate occasions, asked Misaki to help them choose an engagement ring.... Which happened 2 years ago.

Even if they can't get legally married, nothing's stopping them from arranging a ceremony.

So later that year, on Christmas Eve, what was supposed to be a fun anniversary of how they found each other turned into a "suprise wedding" on top of a very familiar tower.

It was Miri's idea. She asked Kyu for help and he had the most loyal members of the organization help out.

Yes, Miri's the cutest and most beautiful flower girl ever. Yes, Kazuki did bawl his eyes out. And if you saw Rei shed some tears, no you did not.

[r3d-f0xs-blog]

OC Profile: Charlie Ever

Basic Info

Name: Eldarion Ever

Alias(es): Charlie Ever, El, Unicorn

Date of birth: May 01 2043

Zodiac sign: Taurus

Gender: Non-binary (they/them)

Place of Birth: Nomad camp

Sexuality: Pansexual

Appearance

Height: 6’/ 183 cm

Build: Slim/athletic

Hair: Blue and pink (was a natural brunette)

Eyes: Natural blue but now mixture of blues, pinks and purples like opal.

Cyberwear: BD recording implants, doll chip, Synthskin, Techhair, Kiroshi optics, Arasaka arms in Mox colours, elf ears with enhanced hearing. The cyberwear on their face is purely for aesthetics as is the panel on their stomach.

Background

Father: Alessio Ever (alive)

Mother: Neroli Ever (alive)

Languages: English, conversational level Spanish

Affiliations

Mox: member

Aldecaldos: known to them

Occupation: Sex worker

Role: Joytoy, doll, BD performer and scroller, dancer

Weapons: Baseball bat, fists

Personality type: ENFJ -A Protagonists (ENFJs) feel called to serve a greater purpose in life. Thoughtful and idealistic, these personality types strive to have a positive impact on other people and the world around them. They rarely shy away from an opportunity to do the right thing, even when doing so is far from easy.

Charlie, as they go by most of the time, was born on the road and in a Nomad clan that since vanished and their family settled into Santo Domingo when they were thirteen. Nothing tragic about their background; lived as well as they could in their family. Their Mum was a huge bookworm and had shards upon shards of old literature; she gave them an elven name from Tolkein and encouraged them to read, write, perform, be creative. Their Dad ended up in the NCPD somehow, probably had a Netrunner friend forge IDs for them.

Charlie had a reasonable education with the clan but education in Night City was mostly from their Mum.

Charlie in Lizzie's Bar

They wanted to be a writer or to direct BDs but as AI and those with better contacts got into that career path, they gave up. Charlie worked in a clothes shop for a while and on some nights worked as a joytoy. From there they found the Mox, met Judy and got into BDs which began as the smut kind but as they and Judy got to know each other, they found more creative sparks, even if that was to make more unique or interesting smut BDs or to talk about dream projects. Charlie eventually got into doll work as well, finding themselves in a niche and luxury dollhouse and befriended Ren there. Doll work is Charlie’s least favourite work but it pays well and is a fall-back when other work is going through a dry spell.

Charlie dancing at Empathy

You’ll find Charlie working in the dollhouse, Lizzie’s, dancing at Empathy or Dark Matter. These days Charlie keeps their joytoy clientele quite small; they’re expensive in the dollhouse for a reason and more expensive as a joytoy because of what they offer. Not all their work is sex related. Charlie has had clients who wanted to cook dinner for them just so they weren’t dining alone, clients who take them along to public events, people who want some physical closeness without sex.

Brain Dance and performance is an art form for Charlie, including smut BDs. It’s something they are passionate about and put a lot of thought into. Sex isn’t taboo for Charlie but with Judy they also love to discuss different ideas for their BDs that aren’t all sex related.

Ren and Judy are probably the only people who know them best. They’re known for being a bit of a grump at times, particularly when people are hassling them when they’re off the clock or giving others grief when they’re working. Charlie’s sleep schedule can be all over the place too which doesn’t help.

Charlie and Judy at Pride

That said they are very much an extroverted person. They thrive on meeting other people, enjoy parties and other social events. They’re warm, friendly and love to talk which goes with their work. While they are empathetic, which comes in handy with many aspects of their work, Charlie is no doormat either.

More at Lizzie’s

Charlie didn’t lose their arms, it was a choice for when they were a more active member of the Mox; Charlie has dealt with people who have harmed other Moxes and still does from time to time. Charlie doesn’t shy from confrontation when it comes to clients giving them or others problems. They’re friendly with Lightning for that reason as she often takes jobs dealing with troublesome clients or individuals who’ve been targeting sex workers in Night City, usually for free.

Charlie and Rita dealing with a handsy patron

Charlie’s interests have inspired a lot of their work. They styled themself after their favourite mythical beings; unicorns and elves. Their hair is cybernetic, can colour shift to silvery and their skin can colour shift from their usual skin tone to paler, it can also have a slight pearlescent shimmer if wanted. They won’t go all out on full exotic cyberwear as it’s not what they want. They’re known for their various series of smut BDs inspired by mythology, folklore, popular fantasy fictional characters and such. Coming up with costumes for their BDs, make-up, hair styling is part of the fun for Charlie. They have made some of their own costumes from scratch or altered pieces to suit.

Dressing room

Charlie is very much a nerd. Their love of reading is still strong and they enjoy RPG video games. Anything from the past about these is a huge interest to them. Tolkein was a love Charlie inherited from their Mum and friends of Charlie know the films are a big comfort for them. It’s almost a rite of passage to becoming friends with them to sit through the extended directors cut of the Lord of the Rings trilogy! Charlie took their stage name from an old surviving series of videos some Netrunner dredged up featuring a unicorn they took their stage name from.

Charlie is still in contact with their parents and have a great relationship with them. Alessio isn’t thrilled about his only child being in a gang but it’s not the worst one Charlie could be in. They’re aware of what Charlie does and don’t pass judgement on them for it.

Art by Fluffy of Charlie and her Valerian OC. Shared with her permission.

Charlie is friends with Judy, Lightning, Ren (Fluffy’s OC), Evelyn, and Valerian (another Fluffy OC.) They get along with a great number of other people but these are those closest to them.

When it comes to relationships, Charlie finds them difficult mainly because exes have said they were okay with their work but have found that actually they had a problem with it or had an expectation they didnt share with them that they would quit sex work. So they are a bit guarded about that! Charlie's relationship with Valerian is still developing. They’re friends, and it’s a little complicated by the fact that Valerian is a client of theirs. How that will develop is yet to be seen!

[odysseys-blood]

ASK GAME 1-10, TELL ME EVERYTHING FOR BOTH GABRIEL AND PLUM

girl that is so many i'll split this in half and do gabe's first and plum's another day

Gabriel

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Gabe does modeling so she's on the move more often than she'd like to be so when she takes a lazy day she will do Absolutely Nothing. Judas (her youngest sibling) will come by on those days to hang out and also be her little helper for the day! Lazarus lives with Gabriel too but they're always out of the house do judas is the most reliable option. It's a coin toss on if she'll actually stay down for the full time she's off, and if she doesn't she'll take judas out somewhere for the rest of the day instead.

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

She's a very jovial person! I think she has one of those cutesy tinkly bell laughs. This is great for BD who would do anything to get a cute girl to laugh for him after may telling him to shut the fuck up every time he opens his mouth. even though BD probably deserves it.

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Like i said she's always in and out of shoots so she probably conks out easy but Gabe's a sleepy time tea person imo. (i say imo like i didnt make her). maybe adding in a blood capsule if she's a little hungry too.

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

The city Gabe's in isn't the safest for humans or monster kin so she's open but not like. naive if that makes sense. She trusts you to act accordingly and in exchange she'll be on her best behavior! She is a nightmare (humanoid demon species thst feed on blood and "negative" feelings like fear or apprehension) however so meeting her is more likely to be your problem than hers.

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Refer to above idk why these r right next to each other. But to expand a little bit the only reason you would lose her trust is if you're a constsnt promise breaker. this is why she and may have been dating on/off because while gabe makes time in her schedule all the time for may, may often gets caught up with work often that she can't really leave which has led to many instances of gabe waiting up for her at meeting spots only to get a "im sorry" text 2 hours late.

6. Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

she bites people i dont think she cares much

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

if she and judas do something like clothes shopping i think that would bring back a lot of memories for her! gabe began socially transitioning in early highschool (around judas' current age) and her mother, ezekiel, was with her every step of the way from making sure she was in an as comfortable as possible school environment, giving her a lot of support at home and ofc making sure gabe could wear whatever made her comfortable. at first gabe was wearing more subdued simple dresses like ezekiel does because she thought they looked amazing on her mother, but ezekiel pushed her bit by bit to look more at what she would want not just what she thinks would make ezekiel happy.

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child.

terrorizing local kids is in the repertoire for nightmare children but it doesn't look good at PTA meetings if everyone knows you because your baby was putting frogs and worms and stuff in other kids' backpacks. you can bet gabe had nice naps from a full tummy after recess every day though

9. Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

honestly i dont think she'd swear often? not from like thinking swearing is bad or w/e it just doesnt fit her.

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

first time she invited mayhem home for dinner and that girl ghosted her the day of and replied hours after ezekiel had A Fit and gabe and lazarus spent hours trying to do damage control to make sure their mom didnt go and rip may a new one. was an embarassing day for gabe for many reasons and may was not allowed to try again and make up for it for a year bc its likely that ezekiel might have hurt her bad. don't play games with her babies like that

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

For the send a fic idea ask:

What are your thought on a Phantom of the Opera vampire AU? 👀

OMG OMG OMG

I do not have the brain to write one, but I WISH I did and I am SO excited to share why.

About two years ago I got into a minor debate about whether "sexy" vampires are a "modern" invention or if there's any basis for it.

Now my standard for "Modern" as far as vampires go is BD and AD ("Before Dracula" and "After Dracula")

So the answer to that was "Yes and No".

No, because "original," vampires of Slavic folklore are mainly zombie-like.

Bram Stoker's classic Gothic novel is largely considered the birth of the modern vampire in pop-culture, and that's TRUE

BUT

He is NOT the first example of the Vampire as a fantastical erotic stalker in media.

Now most people probably do know that Dracula was predated by John Polidori's The Vampyre and Varney the Vampire or the Feast of Blood by several decades.

But the ORIGIN of the erotic vampire predate THEM by more than a century.

Widely considered the first appearance of a vampire in media is the 1748 poem Der Vampire by Heinrich August Ossenfelder. (Read more about that here)

The poem is notable, not only for being the first recorded appearance of a vampire in fiction, but also for its intense erotic subtext.

So how does all this relate to a PotO Vampire AU? Well because when I rediscovered this poem after getting into PotO I discovered in it a few things that connect it, albeit loosely, that connect it to Phantom, some things I think will probably jump out to you as well, including, what I think, is the ideal title for a PotO Vampire AU.

Here is the text of the poem's English translation, which is, like the first translation of Phantom of the Opera, flawed but iconic:

My dear young maiden clingeth Unbending. fast and firm To all the long-held teaching Of a mother ever true; As in vampires unmortal Folk on the Theyse's portal Heyduck-like do believe. But my Christine thou dost dally, And wilt my loving parry Till I myself avenging To a vampire's health a-drinking Him toast in pale tockay. And as softly thou art sleeping To thee shall I come creeping And thy life's blood drain away. And so shalt thou be trembling For thus shall I be kissing And death's threshold thou' it be crossing With fear, in my cold arms. And last shall I thee question Compared to such instruction What are a mother's charms?

If I ever DID work up enough of an actual story to write a PotO Vampire AU, I would, without restraint entitle it "But My Christine, Thou Dost Dally"

But the other section I highlighted you'll notice is the mention of Tockay.

Now Tockay appearing here is not an astonishing thing. It's a sweet Hungarian wine, and as the poem alludes to the Eastern European origins of vampiric lore, the likening of a maiden's blood to this particular wine is not at all shocking.

What does make me smile to myself a bit is the fact that Tockay is also mentioned in both Dracula and The Phantom of the Opera. Its not really a massive bombshell in either of these places either, because Dracula himself serves Jonathan Harker at his castle in Romania, with his tasty roast chicken dinner; and Gaston Leroux has Erik serve Christine a duvet of Chicken with tockay during her stay in his house by the lake.

(Also not too much of a stretch in the case of PotO because Tockay was very in vogue in the early 20th century and only fell out of favour following the Great War when availability became scarce. But Gaston Leroux was a noted admirer of Dracula, and even mentioned Erik reading vampire serials in the original Gaulois serial.)

Tl;dr I have the perfect title for a PotO Vampire Fic

I just don't have the brain to write it.

Yet.

[dojae-huh]

dy bd anon and huh-nim, thank you for your speculations. i'm glad i'm not alone and you made better speculations and explanations than mine. i was just wondering about jd seeing the table for two setup 😔 the points about the possibly chronological order of the pics and how it's probably not connected to dy's parents' letters make sense. if that's true, that bd cake mask dy was wearing in the first two pics could be from jh?? considering he had no makeup on as you said and it was cheeky and goofy enough to be jh's doing 🤣

hc possibly teasing jd about it is a good speculation too. even if he wasn't teasing them about their bd dinner, i'm pretty sure dy and jh were related to the topic of teasing cos hc was looking at both and jh's cheeks look like he was smiling 😭 they are so cute gosh

I didn't mean to say that the pictures were in a chronological order (although it's posssible). I meant that the table pics were important, so they were put first, and that there was no connection (assosiation) with the letters. The dinner and the letters were two independant events with different people.

The anon thinks JaeDo celebrated during the night 31/1. However, it also possible JaeDo had that dinner on the 1st, after the live. Depends on what time exactly the pics were uploaded. It's weird to eat so late at night and not just drink wine. I also have this pet theory that the sidedishes were from Kim mother because Johnny mentioned her kimchi being tasty.

Yes, the postcard is in Jaehyun's taste, but it's not nesessary from him. Maybe Haechan passed it along and asked for a proof picture. Or it's a joined postcard with messages from the members on the other side.

The utensils on the table were mismatched. I wonder if the black handle spoon is Do's favourite, heh. The chopsticks are wooden, not metal. No investment in cutlery.

[vox-monstera]

Ship Questions for Private Eyes! (Sorry if this is too many ^^; ) Pre-Relationship: 2 & 4 General: 6 & 8 Domestic Life: 3

Thank you for your questions! It's not too many at all and I super appreciate you asking. 🥰

Pre-Relationship:

2. What was their first impression of each other?

Vox's first impression of River came from the BD of Horváth's attack. She, of course, found him striking, but what really caught her attention was his surety, the confidence with which he carried himself. He acted quick, without hesitation, and she liked that about him.

River found Vox electric. The iridescent trench coat, that slight edge that charmed him like nothing before; an intensity he was not expecting. He thought her intriguing, albeit reserved, and it made him want to know more.

4. Who felt romantic feelings first?

It started off with Vox thinking about River just a little too much; the broadness of his shoulders, how inviting she found his mouth. She originally dismissed it as just sexual attraction, being that River was, physically, exactly her type.

But the more time they spent together, the more that idea shattered. His was the only company she wanted, the one comfort she had found in the midst of her life falling apart. It wasn't long until she had to finally admit to herself, and a very smug Johnny, that she was in love with River.

General:

6. What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

While Vik and River, and to some extent Misty, already had a friendly relationship before Vox, it took some time for Mamá Welles and Padre to warm up to him. River being a ex-cop was not something either of them was too happy about, but after some dinners together and a lot of doting on Vox, they came to accept him with open arms.

River's family, on the other hand, loved Vox from the start. Joss in particular is not only thankful to Vox for saving her son, but for bringing her family back together. Their Sunday tradition at the park is a cookout and movies with the kids before Joss and Vox sneak off for gossip and drinks while River cleans up.

8. Who gets jealous easier?

Definitely Vox. It's mostly because River is, somehow, clueless about the effect he has on women, and finds himself being shamelessly flirted with without knowing it.

Domestic Life:

3. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

They have one daughter, Tallulah Pax Ward, who has her father's wit and her mother's propensity for finding trouble. Though still young, she's shown an aptitude for netrunning, but much prefers to be out exploring Rocky Ridge with Luna, her cat, or be elbow deep in the garden with her dad.

If it were up to River he'd fill the house with little Wards, but Vox thinks two is more than enough. They are trying (often and enthusiastically) for a second kid.

Loved answering these! Sorry it took me so long. 😅 Thanks again for asking!

[the-cat-chat]

June 15, 2024

Father of the Bride (1991)

With his oldest daughter's wedding approaching, a father finds himself reluctant to let go.

Warning: Review may contain spoilers. Read at your own risk.

JayBell: It's father's day weekend and to mark the occasion we have The Father, Steve Martin. Honestly I'm conflicted about this movie.

There are some definite good bits. I like that it captures a very specific moment of a father/daughter relationship and all the pain and grief that comes with it. Steve Martin's character is very dramatic, but he actually acknowledges how dramatic he is and how he has passed this propensity for drama onto his daughter. It's another thing that bonds them together.

Despite it being a father/daughter movie, I actually enjoy the relationship between the father and mother more in the movie.

I don't have a problem with Martin Short's character or his actions but god I HATE his accent. It's unbearable. I like that he ends up kind of "friends" with the dad but I just can't handle the accent. I think this is a very 90's type of joke that doesn't age well.

A baby Culkin appears in this movie, and as usual with a Culkin kid, he acts wayyyy to mature for his age. He is just kind of here in the movie acting as a mini-adult. Also they let these baby children drive cars? And why are they worried about only two parking attendants when they had no place to park all these freaking cars? This as an obstacle for the father not being able to say goodbye to his daughter is stupid.

I think the ending is missing something. I don't think the ending phone call between the father and daughter has enough emotional weight to end the movie. I think it needs a final father/daughter dance where the arc can conclude ("I may be growing up and leaving but you'll always be my father blah blah").

So I don't know. I think it's an entertaining movie, but it's difficult to rate it really high when it left me frustrated.

Rating: 5.5/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: I have to start by admitting I’ve always wanted to watch this and I don’t know why I hadn’t? But alas we’re here and we did it. And I also have to admit it’s worrisome when I begin to identify and agree with the dad in the movie. (Even if he is somewhat obsessed with his daughter).

Okkk. So I really liked this at first- although it hurt as it has began to when characters in movie or books happen to be under the age of 25. You’re a child, Steve Martin is right, and I can’t handle it. I also have to agree Annie’s meet cute is one inch from a Dateline episode. I don’t like what’s his name and like I said..even tho Steve Martin is weirdly obsessed… and I get she’s daddy’s girl…. If my kid came home from Italy with a bf and getting married a good 60% of me would be running a background check.

And can we just discuss the whole plot. And I did the math to include inflation from the last 30 odd years…. And again. Dad is NOT wrong. To have a party at your house??? Wowzers. (I also really can’t handle Martin Short with black hair or the accent or BD Wong that young or with that hair). Ohhh and the blender thing. If a man gave me a blender bc he knew I wanted to make smoothies and milkshakes and salsa and spaghetti sauce and margaritas and the price of a blender, I’d think I’d found my soulmate. Also it seems dumb that she’s not going to give her job up or this or that yet she’s decimated at the thought his blender gift is an attempt to domesticate her- it’s a blender??? Imagine smoothies so you’re healthy to go be an architect. Geez. I’m mad.

And the actual wedding. No dinner. No cake. No father daughter dance. No bye dad thanks for spending a fortune on a wedding even though my husband’s parents had seven bathrooms- I was sooo peeved. I’m still peeved. I really hate Diane Keaton?? I think that’s always been a thing for me tho and not isolated but it doesn’t help? The way she and the daughter guilt the dad into bleeding money for essentially a party.

Anyway I’m interested in ways the original and remake differ or are similar and I’m simply stoked for the sequel. ( that sounds sarcastic bc I am I tad peeved but it’s genuine)

Rating: 4/10 Swans 🦢

[wutroows]

dating cal kestis headcanons

as a little gift (and recompense as i've been gone for so long) here's some headcanons of you dating angel cal kestis.

you were a member of the mantis crew, meeting cere and greez a few months before cal had come along. you were a jedi on the run, just like he was, and greez joked that was getting tired of picking up lost force users

you and cal hit it off instantly, spending most of your days on bogano training together and the only noises you could hear were the sounds of birds and the clash of your lightsabers against one another

you began to have feelings for him within a few weeks of knowing him. it was hard to not like him

you heard how soft his tone was whenever he spoke to bd, how kind he was to the wildlife and how grateful he was to cere and greez for saving him and taking him in under their wing, protecting him from the clutches of the empire. but what got you the most was how he looked at you

every time he sat down next to you— without fail— cal would look into your eyes as if you were the only thing in the universe he cared about. his hand would rest on your knee ("is this okay?") and a smile would be on his lips as the two of you talked about endless amounts of things. his lingering touches and gazes didn't go unnoticed by cere, who made it a goal to set the two of you up

cere had basically become a mother figure for you and she was the first one to know about your feelings for cal. you insisted that he didn't feel the same way you did but she told you otherwise. she would notice the red on his cheeks whenever you smiled at him, and how he'd play with his fingers when you talked to him

when merrin joined the mantis, you began to get feelings of jealousy. you were certain cal would fall in love with her, she was beautiful, talented at her magick, determined and strong. you didn't feel the need to try to spend time with him anymore and cal would feel increasingly upset, thinking you hated him

it wasn't until he was nearly killed by darth vader that you finally told him of your feelings. he was laying in his bed at the back of the mantis and you were sitting next to him, your hand on top of his as you looked into his eyes.

"i like you."

his eyes widened, almost as if he were confused. after a few moments, a bright smile began to form on his face and you could feel your cheeks heat up at the look he gave you

after he told you how he felt about you, the two of you began dating

even though you were still on the run from the empire, cal always made sure you had time for dates. he'd have greez take the two of you to a random planet and he'd pay for a fancy dinner or have a picnic compiled of foods he cooked just for you. if you weren't a human, but rather a twi'lek or a togruta, he'd try to make your cultural foods (and probably fail miserably, but you would love the fact that he tried)

outside of dates the both of you spent most of your time together. cal is a huge fan of subtle pda, his arm always around your shoulder or your waist, pulling you as close to him as you could be without it being impossible to do anything else

he would insist on being the big spoon if the two of you laid down together, but after you were the big spoon once he got addicted to it and began letting you hold onto him more. you usually swapped places every night, making each other as comfortable in the others arms as you could in the tight space of the mantis you were given

he hadn't been in a relationship before you, so he didn't really know what to do but he would always try his best to make you happy. he would press kisses to your forehead, tucking the top of your head under his chin whenever you hugged. if you were taller than him, he'd rest his head on your shoulder or chest as you held onto each other like a lifeline

he loved knowing that you were his. it got him through a lot of his days, and knowing that you always got flustered at his compliments or touches made him feel giddy

he would love and care for you so much and i truly believe he'd be the best boyfriend ever

the end.

[nikethestatue]

ok so u know these posts where azriel is made out to be toxic? and they say he does it with mor and elain. let’s say that’s true. literally what makes them think the same thing wouldn’t happen with gwyn?? if he had this so called toxic behavior with 2 women what makes gwyn so special he wouldn’t do it with her? like why are they acting like gwyn is prythian’s therapist? i find it very hypocritical and i promise you gwyn isn’t special.

He is only toxic when he is with the 'wrong' woman. All his toxicity disappears when he is with Gwyn. But let's examine, shall we?

Let's recall the times he was 'toxic'.

Mor:

He told Mor that she cannot/should not go to the Human Lands and try to infiltrate the Human Queens' palace, because she'd be caught and strung up.

Rhys agreed with him.

Cassian, by the way, told her a similar thing, later on, when he told her that he didn't want her to go to the continent, and needed her with the army.

Rhys agreed with him.

Are they also toxic?

Azriel lost his temper against Eris during the HL meeting. He didn't lose his temper against Mor. He didn't say anything to her at all. She was insulted and he assaulted the person with whom he had a very bad and turbulent history.

He was the only one who spoke up against Tamlin when Tamlin was insulting Feyre, his High Lady. He warned Talmlin, another High Lord not to speak to Feyre the way Tamlin did.

Perhaps, he doesn't like it when women are insulted? Maybe it goes back to watching his mother who was abused and insulted and tormented by his father and stepmother? Perhaps it's knowing about what happened to Cassian's mother too? Perhaps it's watching what happened to women in Illyria, how they were clipped and treated in general?

Maybe he attempts to protect and defend and save females, because there is residual guilt of a son who couldn't protect him mother?

Going back to Mor. He clearly had feelings for Mor, at least back in the day, when they were teens. She and his 'best friend', both knowing of his feelings for her, still went ahead and slept together. Not only did they betray him as a friend/brother, but also put Mor in grave danger. The whole affair resulted in Azriel volunteering to go into AC and rescue her. It was he who found her with nails embedded in her womb. So, did 'toxic' Azriel go on some crazed revenge journey? Did he guilt Mor for sleeping with Cassian? Did he challenge Cassian? He did none of those things. He wanted to evoke the BD against Eris and Beron, perhaps wouldn't mind killing Keir, but he was so toxic and completely incapable of controlling his emotions and behaviours, wouldn't he have done all of those things? What's more, knowing that it's Mor's right to call the BD, he, and Cassian, stepped back, letting her deal with the situation as she saw fit.

Beyond that, with Mor--what did he ever do to her? He sat next to her at the dinner table? He looked at her? They do live as a family unit, and it would be hard not to glance at her. From what we know, it was Mor who begged him to go and finally dragged him to Rita's, it's Mor who was capable of getting him to talk, it was Mor who held his hand, who had no problem sunbathing in front of him and Cassian when they were sparring. It was Mor who had an assigned chair in HoW with a golden pillow. If she was so disturbed by him and he was so threatening in his actions, wouldn't we logically assume that perhaps she'd avoid him like the plague? She never did. In fact, she very much did the opposite.

Lastly, Elain.

So his toxicity stems from the fact that unlike Amren and Rhys he doesn't want to send someone he cares for and someone who is not tested at all in any kind of combat/scrying to find objects so powerful that they had to be 'forgotten' by the world?

He voiced his opinion, not even in front of her, but to his HL and part of the IC who are making these decisions. Did Cassian want Nesta to go? Or scry? Not so much.

What else did he do? He armed Elain with TT? Did he say that she should be hidden somewhere? No. He did what he could for her, and that was that.

Now, curiously, the same people who claim that he is possessive, domineering and toxic towards Elain and Mor, in the same breath claim that him not reacting to Gwyn being in the Blood Rite and caring little about her, and sort of forgetting that she was part of the whole deal was because he felt that 'they trained her well' and she was in no real danger.

So which one is it?

I think that the most honest answer would be--he does care for Mor and Elain. Doesn't want them to get hurt. But doesn't curtail their freedom or capabilities. He doesn't really care about Gwyn in the same way. He doesn't want her to be hurt, I am sure, but she in not front and center in his mind. He isn't 'changed' with Gwyn, isn't better --he is just not into her.

Bottom line is that I refuse to qualify him as misogynistic or toxic. I feel like he respects women much more than some other, very prominent, male characters in the books. Not wanting to see the woman you love/like in danger isn't some flex on her autonomy. It's a pretty normal thing that men are conditioned to do.

[panlight]

I really would like to understand why renee took primary custody of bella at all? like she clearly didnt want the kid and wanted to live her own life, so why not leave her with charlie (who i think would have wanted her, but thats of course my opinion)? i know SM answer would be “moms always get primary custody in court” but if there was no dispute between the parties i dont see why charlie couldn’t have kept her?

I think this partly goes back to the whole thing where Renee got worse in every iteration of this story. I didn't (personally) get the impression she was a bad mother in Twilight. Not the kind of mother Bella wanted, but not neglectful or incompetent. I took Bella's comments about "lol at least Phil will make sure the bills get paid" or "I've been doing the taxes since I was 10" as like, jokes because that's how we talk about my parents. And my parents were great! They were just, you know, human and mom would jump from hobby to hobby like Renee, or maybe get too wrapped up in Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine or some other puzzle game and lose track of time and forget to make dinner. Dad once drove his truck to the gas station to put gas in Mom's car. He forgot to pick me up after art class a couple of times. That's not neglect, it's human. And so I originally read Renee in that context. She reminded me of my own hobby-obsessed, extroverted mom who tried her best but we were just very Different. She reminded my of my forgetful but loving dad.

She told Bella she didn't have to leave; Bella going to Forks was Bella's idea. She emailed and called a lot. She came to Phoenix when Bella was hurt right away. She didn't come off as a terrible mom to me, and Bella's comments about how she ran the household instead of Renee read as hyperbole to me. But obviously my interpretation was colored by my own experiences.

As the books went on (not coming to graduation?? Not demanding to know more about Bella's "illness" in BD) and in later versions of the story (Life and Death and Midnight Sun), she got worse and worse until I had to admit that she was in fact a bad mom who probably shouldn't have had custody.

But I don't think that was the original intention. SM clearly just wanted to write a fluffy vampire romance--she wasn't setting out to write about childhood neglect or abuse or codependency, she just needed a reason for Bella to move to Forks and she needed parents who were not very involved so her teen paranormal romance could unfold with limited parental supervision and so Renee and Charlie are like that.

So I think in the original version, SM would say that of course Renee wanted Bella, that she took her because she loved her so much she didn't want her to grow up in gloomy, miserable Forks, and did her Best and they were reasonably happy. Even in the guide it says Renee didn't date at all until Bella was in her teens and Bella realized Renee was lonely and encouraged her to get out there.

But the version of Renee we get in Life and Death and in Midnight Sun is different. I guess, like you said, SM would say "it was the 80s, the mom always had custody" and say societal pressure was such that it never even occurred to Renee that giving Charlie custody was an option, or maybe Renee is such a monster that she took the baby just to hurt Charlie.

[jjungkookislife]

The Nanny [Ch. 2]

↬ pairing: lawyer!seokjin x nanny!reader

↬ genre: single dad au, fluff, smut 18+

↬ summary: Jin needs a nanny for his son, but when he hires you, he gets that and so much more.

↬ wc: 8.3k

↬ warnings: cursing, hair pulling, spanking, marking (slight), dirty talk (tiny), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), bd!jin, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex, cum eating  

↬ date: August 14, 2020

Jin thinks about you for weeks on end, his eyes staring longingly at the picture of the three of you at the park. He can’t deny the fact that he has feelings for you much longer. You’ve been a consistent part of his and Dae-Hyun’s life.

Not only do you care about Dae, but also Jin. You thought about your boss more than you should. You wonder if he’s eaten, if he’s well-rested, or if he’ll have time to take Dae-Hyun out on the weekend. You become more involved in their daily life, especially on weekends when you’re supposed to be off. You and Dae-Hyun have become attached at the hip, Jin being thrown into the mix.

The two of you talk more and more, building connections over common interests and Dae-Hyun. It takes Jin several weeks before he dares to ask you on a date, much to your surprise.

It happened after you had spent the day with the two of them at the park, deciding to get ice cream before heading home. You had tucked in Dae-Hyun for his nap, watching him sleep for a moment when Jin called you out into the hallway.

“Are you okay?” You had asked him, taking in his clammy appearance. His usual confident demeanor nowhere in sight.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you,” he said nervously, his large hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looks down at you. You raise your brow in confusion. You nodded for him to continue.

“I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me?” You’re shocked that he’s finally asked you out, your smile putting Jin at ease before answering with a yes.

“Oh, thank god! I thought you would say no,” Jin admits, making you chuckle.

“Why would you think I’d say no?” You ask, stepping closer to him, your hand moving to brush his hair out of his eyes, smiling when you notice the light blush on his cheeks, his ears turning red.

“Do you have a no dating employees policy I should know about?” You tease, making him shake his head as your hand moves down to stroke his cheek. He melts into your touch, taking a step forward to close the slight distance between you.

Your gaze met his, his breath caught in his throat as his palm cups your cheek before he captures your lips with his, taking you by surprise. Your eyes flutter shut, your hand moving to his chest, gripping the material of his shirt as you kiss him back eagerly, mewling softly as his teeth gently tug on your bottom lip before releasing it. He rests his forehead on yours afterward. His smoldering gaze has you melting under his touch, his lithe fingers caressing your cheek. He smiles coyly and takes a step back.

“Are you free tonight?” Jin asks, his smile is hopeful, his ears burning crimson as he awaits your answer.

“I don’t know. I need to check with my boss first,” you tease, smiling brightly.

Jin throws his head back as he laughs. His distinct laugh causing you to burst out into giggles before the two of you shush each other when Dae stirs in his bed. Jin wipes the tears away from his eyes, leading you further down the hallway until you’re both going down the stairs and entering the living room.

“I can have my mother watch Dae-Hyun tonight, and we can go out to dinner,” Jin states, his heart hammering in his chest.

“That sounds great, Seokjin!”

“I’ll pick you up at 8?”

“I can’t wait! I’ll head home so I can start planning my outfit. I’ll see you tonight,” you assure him as you hug him quickly before grabbing your belongings and heading out the door.

To say you’re a nervous wreck is an understatement. You don’t know what to wear and your room looks like a hot mess. You’ve tried on dresses, skirts, dress pants and jeans, but you can’t seem to pick anything you like enough to wear tonight. You clean up your room whilst also looking for something to wear until you see your little black dress hanging in the very back of your closet. You take it out, holding it up in the air as you inspect it, making sure it’s not too revealing but also shows just enough to be cheeky.

You try it on, admiring yourself in the mirror to make sure it sits right on your figure before you move onto your vanity to do your hair and makeup. You’ve kept an eye on the clock, your nerves twisting in your stomach as you finish getting ready just as the ten-minute warning alarm goes off.

You curse, looking for jewelry to wear tonight before you delve into your closet to look for your comfortable heels and your black clutch. You take a long look at yourself in the mirror, hoping Jin will like your outfit as you lean over your vanity and spray your favorite perfume. When you set the bottle back on the surface, your doorbell rings throughout your apartment, making your body freeze for a moment. You leave your bedroom and make your way to the front door.

You inhale and then exhale deeply as you unlock the door, twisting the doorknob and pulling it open, your smile widening when you see Jin standing on your doorstep with a bouquet. Your cheeks flush with heat, bashfully accepting the bouquet as you step aside to allow him into your home.

“Thank you, Jin. I love them,” you say as you make your way to the kitchen with him behind you to place the bouquet in a vase with water, heading back to the living room to grab your purse. Jin is radiating with nerves as he leads you to his car, stopping at the passenger’s side to open the door for you and help you in before he walks over to his side.

Jin is nervous. He could feel sweat beading on his forehead as he starts the car, but before he can pull out of your driveway, you place your hand on his arm, making him turn to look at you.

“Hey, relax,” you giggle, making him chuckle. His hands ease up on the steering wheel as he turns to look at you.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, his ears burning red as he looks at you, admiring your beauty. “I just want this to go well.”

You squeeze his arm in assurance before leaning over the center console, tugging the belt over your shoulder when it keeps you from leaning down further. Your other hand cups his cheek, your smile making him want to melt into a puddle.

“Relax Mr. Kim. I already like you.” You admit, your cheeks surging with heat as your eyes drop to his lips before they meet his gaze. Jin’s heart is thumping in his chest rather loudly, his hands growing clammy as you lean closer, your breath ghosting his lips before they brush against his. He’s taken by surprise, a soft gasp escaping his pink lips. His eyes flutter closed, and he reciprocates your actions. His palms cup your face, his lips overtaking the kiss to make it more passionate without either of your tongues getting involved.

You break away, smiling brightly at him. “Feel better, Jin?”

Jin nods, a genuine smile on his lips as he squeezes your hand before he finally checks his rear-view mirror and backs out of the driveway.

When you arrive at the restaurant, Jin has relaxed enough around you to open your door and take your hand in his. You smile bashfully, allowing him to lead you to the entrance of an exquisite-looking restaurant in the heart of the city.

You admire the modern art decorating the entrance, your heart racing when you feel Jin’s hand on the small of your back as he leads you forward, giving his name to the host before you’re led to your table. All around you are couples enjoying a pleasant night out, dressed impeccably; the men in suits and the woman in elegant dresses with large diamond earrings that dangle from their earlobes. You try not to focus on their scrutinizing looks as you walk past, allowing Jin’s hold on your hand to give you the courage to get past the wandering eyes as you get to your table.

Candles sit on the table, illuminating the area as they sit atop the white tablecloth beside the small vase of fresh flowers. Two menus sit closed on the table, the host informing you that your server would be along soon. Jin nods, his smile bright as he holds your hand over the table and asks if the restaurant is okay.

“It’s beautiful,” you answer honestly, your eyes falling onto the string quartet that plays on the opposite side of the room on a small, elevated stage. You can admit it’s beautiful, although it was a tad overwhelming.

Jin releases your hand, allowing you to open your menu, only for your eyes to widen when you see the prices. You swallow your gasp as you continue to look on as Jin suggests meals for you to try. All of them priced more than you’d ever spend on one meal.

When the server arrives, Jin has her bring you both a glass of wine to give the two of you more time to browse through your choices. You bite your lip before settling on a pasta dish, shutting your menu, and setting it to the side for the server when she returns to take your order.

“Are you as nervous as I am?” Jin asks, his bashful smile putting you at ease as you reach over the table to squeeze his hand.

“There’s no need to be nervous, Jin. You already know I like you.” Jin blushes at your words, his hand suddenly feeling sweaty in your hold as he uses his free hand to pull his tie loose.

“Relax for me, Jin. Let’s enjoy dinner.” You smile brightly as he nods in agreement.

As the night goes on, Jin seems to be more and more relaxed until he’s able to get you laughing at his jokes; his loud laugh making you laugh harder. You love the way his eyes shine with happiness when he laughs, his broad shoulders shaking as he clutches his stomach, his face red as he tries to catch his breath. Tears have escaped his eyes, breathing in heavily before he calms down at a story you’ve told him about your past.

You wipe your tears away, careful not to smudge your makeup as the server comes over, placing the book with the bill on the table and stepping away. You’re quick to grab it, but Jin takes it from your reach and places his card inside it, giving you a stern look that has you rolling your eyes. With your salary, you’d be able to pay for dinner tonight.

Once the bill is settled, Jin takes your hand in his as he leads you out of the restaurant. The two of you get into the car, Seokjin’s hand lingering on your knee for a moment before he starts the car and begins driving.

“There’s one more place I want to take you to.” He says as he turns right and you wonder where you’re going as the lights pass you by.

Five minutes later, Jin is parallel parking on the street, getting out of the car to open your door. His hand stays on the small of your back as you walk along the sidewalk. You recognize the area, it’s near city hall with some high-end boutiques lining the block, but in the middle of it all is a historic fountain that’s always lit up at night.

Jin seems to have calmed down since the beginning of the date, but some nervousness lingers as he leads you into a small shop. You look around, noting the simple décor, flowers in vases sitting on the few tables inside. You walk closer to the glass display, looking down to see several flavors of ice cream.

“Ice cream,” you beam excitedly as you glance at Jin, who is standing behind you, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

“Yeah, I bring Dae here often. It's our secret spot,” he states as he holds your waist as you look over the flavors before picking your favorite. Your heart warms knowing he's sharing something special of his and Dae's with you. Jin orders his ice cream. He pays for both, then he takes your hand after you each grab your cones from the holder.

“This is so good!” You gush licking your ice cream, as Jin leads you to an empty spot by the fountain where the two of you can sit.

“I’m glad you like it, Y/n.” You nod, taking another lick, squealing when you feel some get on your nose. Jin chuckles, wiping it off with his thumb.

“Thanks.” your cheeks flush with heat as you scoot closer to him before offering him some of your ice cream. He does the same to you.

“I think I like mine better,” Jin says as his tongue pokes out to lick the ice cream.

“It’s good but mine’s better,” you smile, causing him to roll his eyes, lightly shoving you with his shoulder. You laugh, turning to meet his gaze, your heart thumping ridiculously loud in your chest as you lean in closer. Your eyes look down at his lips, aching to taste them as you meet his eyes once again.

Jin uses his free hand to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing it softly as you lean into his touch. Your eyes flutter shut as Jin leans forward, his soft lips meeting yours. You kiss him back eagerly, loving the sweet taste of his plump lips as you place your hand on his thigh, mindful not to drop your ice cream on him.

When you break apart, your breathing has grown heavier, your cheeks are flushed with heat, and it turns your lips up into a smile. Jin admires your radiating beauty. His heart beating as fast as yours in his chest, his eyes twinkling with adoration as he watched you silently for a second. You break eye contact, no longer being able to withstand the intensity of his gaze; his soft chuckle making you smile at your ice cream as you bring it to your lips.

“Too shy to look at me, babe?” Jin teases as he licks his ice cream, awaiting your response.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe,” you smirk, making him laugh loudly, drawing the attention of those near you, but you don’t care as you join him, laughing until your sides ache.

“It’s been a while since I’ve laughed that hard, Y/n. Thank you.”

You grin, wiping the tears from your eyes before licking your ice cream. Jin can’t help but notice the way your tongue swirls around it, forcing himself to look away. You smile smugly, knowing where his thoughts have gone as you continue to lick your ice cream and move closer to him. Jin can feel the heat radiating off your body as he drapes his arm around you, pulling you closer as you finish your ice cream.

You rest your head on his shoulder, watching as people walk by on dates similar to yours. You take his hand in yours, squeezing it.

“I’m glad we finally got to do this,” you admit shyly.  Jin looks down at you as you look up at him.

“Me too,” he whispers as his lips brush yours.

“Do you think Dae-Hyun is asleep already?” You ask, and Jin chuckles, reaching into his pocket to take his phone out to show you the picture of his son that his mom had taken.

“My mom wants to keep him until tomorrow so she and dad can spend time with him,” Jin explains as he puts his phone back in his pocket.

“So, you will be home all alone?” Jin gulps, your sultry tone throwing him for a loop.

“Y-Yeah,” he responds, his face burning cardinal, his skin becoming heated as he forces himself to maintain eye contact.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Kim?” Your teasing voice has him biting his lip, his smoldering gaze making your thighs clench together. An action he doesn’t miss.

Jin suddenly feels confident, his face no longer resembling a tomato as he leans in to whisper in your ear. “Why don’t we go home and you can find out?”

“Let’s go,” you grin, rising from your seat and extending your hand out for Jin to take. His eyes are wide with disbelief, his feigned confidence ripped out of his body, and submerged in the fountain behind him. He gaped at you, his tongue feeling heavy as he tried to figure out what to say.

“I'm waiting, Mr. Kim,” you sing, biting back a giggle as he rises and takes your hand. You grin giddily as the two of you walk to the car, Jin opening the door for you. You stop him before you get in his car.

You cup his face, making him look at you before you speak, “we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

Jin places his hands on your hips, gripping you tightly, his forehead resting on yours. “I want to.”

His lips meet yours, his hands pulling you flush against his body, and you feel his arousal press against you as you moan into the kiss. Your arms move up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

“Fuck,” he curses, pulling back as his hooded gaze meets yours. You bite your bottom lip, batting your lashes at him.

“I’ve got to get you home,” he groans as he kisses you once again.

*

Jin kisses you the moment you’re on the doorstep. Your back hits the front door and you’re not surprised to see that by ‘home’ he meant his place.

“Ow,” you giggle as the doorknob digs into your back uncomfortably. Jin chuckles, apologizing before he feels your hands on his thighs. He swallows thickly, looking down at your hand as it slides into his front pocket, your fingers purposely brushing against his thick bulge.

“Baby... fuck,” Seokjin’s breath stutters, his forehead resting on your shoulder as you pull his keys out of his pocket, but your other hand squeezes his cock through his pants. A hiss escapes him, followed by a heady moan that has a fresh wave of arousal wash over you.

Seokjin takes the keys out of your hands, immediately fumbling them as he tries to unlock the front door while you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, your hands roaming up his chest.

“Finally,” Jin grins as he opens the front door to lead you inside. You find yourself pressed against the front door once again after he shuts and locks it.

Seokjin kisses you passionately, loving the dulcet sounds that he draws from your lips. His hands run down your body, settling on your hips to pull you closer to him as he trails kisses toward your neck. Your fingers laced in his hair, soft moans escaping you as his teeth gently nip the sensitive skin of your throat.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Seokjin admits bashfully

“Me too,” you moan in response, heat flushing over your body as his hands cup your breasts. His touch lights your body aflame, yearning for his lips to meet yours.

Jin chuckles, cupping your face as his beautiful lips press against yours. You kiss him back eagerly, softly, as you realize you wouldn’t mind kissing him for the rest of your life.

“D-do you want to go upstairs?” Jin blushes, the tips of his ears burning as his delicate touch has you leaning into his large palm. Your breathing has grown heavy, your kiss-swollen lips poutier as you nod, “yes.”

Seokjin exhales a sigh of relief, taking your hand in his to lead you up the stairs toward his bedroom.

He locks the door after you, pressing your body against the wood as he kisses you.

“Seokjin,” you moan his name, his lips trailing kisses down your body as his hands slide underneath your dress. He hums in response, his fingers toying with the waistband of your panties.

You curse, begging him for more before his lips meet yours once again. Your hands weave in his hair, tugging it gently as his large palms grip your hips.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasps in between kisses. He leads you to his bed, falling onto it with you on top. You giggle, moving to straddle him with his wrists pinned to the bed.

“Never thought I’d get you like this,” you muse with a smirk on your lips. Seokjin chuckles, “you can have me in any way you want, baby. I’m yours.”

You moan in response, your pussy pulsating at his words.

He’s yours.

“I like the sound of that.” you grin as your hands release his wrists, making Jin pout before you kiss him. You roll your hips against his, loving the moan that leaves his lips as his eyes squeeze shut and his head lolls back.

“Fuck, Seokjin. I want you inside me so fucking bad.” You lick your lips, admiring his beautiful neck that you’re yearning to mark with your lips.

You plant a kiss on his neck, loving the saccharine moan that slips past his lips before his hands are gripping your hips tightly.

“I want you,” Seokjin breathes as his lips capture yours once again. His hands gripping your hair as he kisses you excitedly.

Your fingers undo the buttons of his shirt, feeling the smooth skin of his chest as you tug the shirt out of his pants. You feel every ridge of his abs before you’re tugging at his belt. Seokjin kisses your neck, nipping at the flesh as you tug the belt out of the loops to discard on the floor.

You’re bubbling with excitement, your hips grinding on him harder, faster as your breathing grows heavy.

While your hand works on undoing the button of his pants, and pulling down the zipper, your lips are planting kisses down Seokjin’s chest. His eyes are bright with excitement. His sweet moans filling the room as you move down his body until you’re tugging his pants down his thighs.

A deep blush appears on Seokjin’s cheeks; even his ears are bright red.

“Cute.” you giggle, pecking at his lips. He smiles shyly before your hand wraps over the bulge in his boxers. Jin grunts, eyes fluttering shut as he bites his bottom lip in a poor effort to muffle his moans.

You grin, licking your lips as you stroke him in a languid pace. You tease him, wanting to hear more of his mellifluous cries.

“Please,” he begs, his dark hooded eyes on yours. You nod as your hand slips into his boxers to wrap around his thick cock.

You stroke it softly, marveling at the size and weight of it in your hand before you decide it would be easier on you (and him) if you took his boxers off.

You’re surprised just how big (and pretty) Seokjin’s cock is, but of course, you’d expect nothing less from such an ethereal man. You marvel at it, at a complete loss for words.

“Baby?” You look up at Seokjin, worry clear in his eyes.

“Will it fit?” You splutter, meeting his gaze then looking back at his dick. His thick dick, with a blunt head that had pre-cum, dribbling down the shaft. It was mouthwatering, and the look on your face must have said so, because Seokjin blushed, but his chest swelled with pride.

“Why don’t we find out?” You nod eagerly in response as you wrap both hands around it, stroking it before you take a tentative lick of his length. Seokjin looks down at you, licking his lips as he sees you get into a slow rhythm. Your lips wrap around the head, mindful of your teeth as you have your first taste of him.

You lave your tongue on his cock, coating it generously with your saliva as you stroke him with your hands. You know you won’t be able to fit all of him in your mouth (or throat) but you’re willing to try later on. Seokjin is content with what you’re doing now, bobbing your head up and down while his hand weaves in your hair.

Moans of your name roll off his tongue, followed by curses and pet names that have you aching to be filled with his cock or fingers; you’ll take either at this point.

You hate how wet your panties have become as they cling to your skin and your thighs rub together in search of relief. Seokjin notices, so he guides you to turn so he can push your panties aside and slip two of his fingers into your wet cunt. You moan around his cock, slurping lewdly as you rock back on his fingers. Muffled begging fills the air as you suck on the head of his cock and spread your legs further.

Your dress is bunched over your hips, your ruined panties pushed to the side, and Seokjin rips them off your body. You gasp in shock, your mouth widening the slightest bit to allow more of his cock into your mouth. You inhale deeply, taking his cock as far down your throat as you can, holding it for a few seconds before you come up for air.

A bridge of saliva connects you to his cock, your teary eyes meeting Seokjin’s penetrating gaze.

“Fuck, you look so hot, baby.” You don’t have time to speak before his lips are on you once again.

You lay on your back with your dress tossed on the floor along with your bra. Seokjin is kissing his way down your body, biting and sucking as he goes. When he reaches your thighs, he grips them in his hands, kneading them before he spreads them apart.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he winks, making your heart thunder in your chest as he lowers his face. You moan loudly as he dives right in.

“Seokjin!”

“What, babe?” Seokjin asks as he looks up at you from between your thighs. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more erotic than that. Your mind is completely blank as you see him lick his lips, savoring the taste of your cunt.

“More,” you murmur as he plants kisses on your thighs, a teasing smile on his lips. You eye him cautiously, feeling his fingers tease at your entrance before he pushes them into you while his lips wrap around your clit.

Your eyes squeeze shut as pleasure courses through your veins, your spine tingling as you grip the sheets as tight as you can. Seokjin listens attentively to every cry and moan that leaves your pretty lips, each of them making his cock throb as he ruts into the mattress.

Seokjin wants to learn about you, about your body and the pleasures it holds and receives. He wants to know what you like, what you don’t like, and what you’d want to try. He wants to memorize everything about you and this moment.

Your fingers tangle in his inky locks, tugging it gently as your thighs quiver. You know you’re close; you know he can get you there faster than any other person ever has, and the thought thrills you. You clench around nothing, earning a groan from Seokjin.

You place your legs over his shoulders, squeezing his head between your thighs as you curse and moan his name. Seokjin doesn’t stop. In fact, he continues his ministrations at a slightly faster pace as he watches your body tremble and arch.

It’s for him. It’s all for him, he realizes as cries of his name fill his bedroom as you orgasm, hard.

Seokjin can’t help but notice how gorgeous you look at the peak of your pleasure. Your pupils are blown out, your hair splayed into a mess on his pillow, and your body shaking as you try to control your ragged breathing. Your lips are swollen from biting on them, and your fingers ache from gripping him, and the sheets extremely tight and yet, you look just as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on you.

“Fuck,” you sigh with a wide grin as Seokjin kisses your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on them and his tongue. He nestled between your thighs, his hard cock nudging at your entrance.

“You taste divine,” he whispers, kissing your cheek, then your nose, and finally your forehead. You giggle, pecking his lips, “so do you.”

“Ah,” he blushes, chuckling before he kisses you once again, his tongue slipping past the seam of your lips.

“Do you want to?” He asks boldly, looking down between your bodies.

“I do,” you answer as you wrap your arms around him to pull him closer as he lines his cock up at your entrance. He pushes into you, the blunt head stretching you open as his lips capture your cry. 

The stretch is welcoming. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he waits, giving you a moment to adjust to the stretch. He peppers kisses all over your face, murmuring sweet words in between each kiss.

“Tell me when you’re ready,” he tells you as he kisses your neck. You hold him tight in your arms, your legs wrapping around his hips to pull him in further. Seokjin grunts, kissing your chest before he grabs your hips and flips the two of you over.

“It might be better if you’re on top,” he suggests. His hands hold your hips before you take more of his cock, planting your hands flat on his chest. Your eyes feast on the smooth planes of his chest, admiring the ridges of his toned stomach.

“Feels good,” you state, biting your bottom lip as you set a slow pace that allows you to take more of his thick cock. Your lips meet his and the two of you kiss passionately as you ride him. His hands explore every inch of your body as he fucks into you.

Moans fill the air in a delightful symphony and you lose yourself to his touch. Seokjin holds you tight, kissing you, and murmuring sweet nothings into your ear before he moves you onto your hands and knees.

You arch your back, feeling Seokjin’s hands grabbing and kneading your ass in his hands as he slowly thrusts in and out of you. He wraps one arm around your waist while the other moves up your back until he’s got your hair in his fist to pull you up.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, his eyes shut as he continues to fuck your cunt. You grip his arm, holding him to you as you look at him over your shoulder. His hand releases your hair before it wraps around your throat as he kisses you.

“You take my cock so fucking well, baby. Just wanna fuck you all night and cover you in my cum,” he grunts, smacking your ass before kissing you again. His hands then cup your tits, rolling your nipples and gently pinching them until you become a moaning, trembling mess.

“Please make me cum, Seokjin!”

Seokjin grunts, his hand moving between your thighs to rub your clit. Your moans grow louder, your body flushes with pleasure as he fucks you harder, faster, until you’re seeing stars and coming undone on his cock.

“Seokjin! Seokjin!” You scream his name as you clench around him, falling forward with your ass up in the air. Seokjin grips your hips, fucking you through your orgasm, and you wonder if he’ll bruise your ass by the way he’s pistoning in and out of your cunt. You don’t care though, you’re too overwhelmed by the orgasm that’s just wracked through your body.

“I’m gonna cum,” Seokjin hisses shortly after as he pulls out of you. He moans, stroking his cock as you roll over onto your back so that your eyes meet his. He curses, licking his lips as he strokes himself faster, muttering your name until he’s groaning and grunting, cumming on your stomach and tits. You watch him with hungry eyes, licking your lips as he cries out your name.

“Fuck, fuck…”

“I hope you’ll cum inside me next time,” you say absentmindedly as you dip your finger into his cum before popping it into your mouth to suck it clean. Seokjin watches you with wide eyes, “really?”

You grin. “Yes, baby. I'd love to be filled with your cum, Seokjin. I want to have it deep inside me and maybe have you fuck it all back into me before giving me another load.”

“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me,” he grunts, kissing your forehead as you dip your finger in his cum once again.

“Do you want me to get you a towel… or a straw?” He smirks, with a proud look on his face.

You roll your eyes at him, shoving him lightly, “a towel will do.”

Seokjin nods as he gets out of bed, and you admire his broad frame. His shoulders look even better without a shirt on and his torso tapers off nicely to his waist.

“I can feel you staring,” he laughs as he returns with a damp towel to wipe his cum off your body before he climbs into bed beside you.

“You’re nice to look at,” you respond, which makes him blush and hide his face in your neck. You giggle at seeing him so flustered before you have him meet your gaze. “I really like you.”

“I do too,” he answers honestly as he cups your face to kiss you.

It’s not long until you’re making love again, tangled in the sheets and each other until you’re too tired to go again.

When you finally fall asleep, Seokjin stays up a few more minutes, admiring your sleeping form. How had he been so lucky to have found someone as marvelous as you? His heart skips a beat as he sees you curl up into him more. You sleepily murmur his name, holding him tight as you settle in.

A profound warmth builds deep in his abdomen, blooming into his chest as he realizes he’s liked you—maybe even loved you—for quite some time now. He’d been a fool for letting so much time go by without confessing and going out with women who weren’t worth his time. He’d been a fool, but as he looked over at you sleeping soundly in his arms, he knew he’d never have to go through that again. He only hoped you felt the same.

“Mm,” you groan as you rouse from your sleep, an inexplainable warmth around your waist. When you owlishly open your eyes, you quickly remember the events of last night and how you ended up tangled in your boss’s sheets.

You look down. Seokjin’s black locks splay on your stomach as he’s curled up against you, clinging you to him. He looks so peaceful, asleep, so angelic. Your fingers run through his hair, pausing when he stirs and continuing when he settles.

The morning sun has just risen, some light filtering through the cracks in the curtains. The warm glow of morning light puts you at ease, settles your racing heart as you look around the room. A smile tugs at your lips as you see a picture of you, Seokjin and Dae, sitting proudly on the bedside table.

On Seokjin’s dresser is another picture of you and Dae, inside a beautiful silver frame. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you realize that you’ve become part of their family as they have become yours. The love you hold for both boys is monumental, and you couldn’t imagine your life without either of them.

You wipe away at the tears, but some still land on Seokjin, who wakes up dazed. He rubs his eyes as he sits up, not missing the sniffle you’ve tried to do discreetly.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” His voice is soft, full of concern as he wipes your tears with his thumbs. A worried frown appears on his lips. Did you regret last night? Had the two of you moved too fast?

“Nothing, nothing.” You wave your hand as you smile at him, further confusing him. “I just love you and Dae so much.”

Jin instantly relaxes, exhaling the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “We love you too.”

You take a shuddering breath, giggling as you wrap your arms around him before he kisses you. You fall back into the pillows with Jin on top of you, your hands on his broad shoulders as he pulls the sheets over the two of you and he makes love to you again and again until you’re both too tired to go on.

“I’ve got some clothes in the guest room, Jin. Why don’t you go downstairs and wait for Dae, and I’ll go get dressed?” Jin pouts as he wraps his arms around you, walking behind you with his chin on your shoulder as you walk to the guest room.

“But I don’t want to,” he pouts, making you laugh before he releases you.

“You’ve got to, or your mom will know.” You open the closet door, dropping your towel on the floor.

“Fuck,” Jin curses under his breath as you grab a sundress out of the closet and throw on over your body, glad that the dress has a built-in bra.

“Why must you do this to me?” Jin whines as he pulls you into him, his hands playing with the hem of your dress before they slide upward to grab your ass.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you sing as you peck his lips before moving back to pick the towel off the floor. Jin groans, his cock twitching in his pants as you blow him a kiss before leaving him alone in the bedroom.

“Seokjin!” You hear his mother call out moments later, amused, when Jin runs past you in the hallway to greet his mother and his son.

“I missed you!” Jin exclaims as he picks up Dae, who’s ecstatic to see his father. Dae giggles, pushing his father away as he blows raspberries on his cheek.

Seokjin’s mom sees you; smiling knowingly before she looks at her son. Jin blushes, avoiding his mother’s gaze.

“Dae had breakfast and wanted to see you, sweetie. I hope I didn’t interrupt,” she says, looking at Jin and then at you.

“Uh, no. We were just discussing her… schedule,” Seokjin lies, his ears turning bright red as he picks up Dae-Hyun in his arms. He looks at you, mouthing, ‘help?’

Seokjin’s mom wasn’t born yesterday, so she laughs and says, “sure. I hope you figured it out.”

“Daddy, can we go to FunLand with Y/n and Grandma?” Dae asks as he reaches out for you. You take him from Seokjin, kissing the top of Dae’s head.

“My day is free,” his grandma answers. Seokjin looks at you and you nod, smiling.

“Sure thing, kiddo. I just need to go put some sneakers on and Y/n needs shorts,” Jin tells his son before you set him down on the couch.

“Why don’t you and I leave your things in your room while they get ready?” Mrs. Kim asks her grandson before taking him up the stairs.

“I have a pair of shorts in the laundry room I can slip on under this,” you tell Seokjin. “Are we still going to talk about my schedule?”

Seokjin blushes, shaking his head. “I didn’t know what else to say. My mom knows now.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, of course not. I just don’t want Dae to know just yet. I really like you and I want to see how things go before we tell him. I hope that’s okay? I’m not trying to hide this. I just don’t want to get his hopes up. He loves you so much, Y/n. I don’t want him to lose you if things don’t work out.”

“Hey, I get it. We can take things slow… slower. Last night was amazing. But we don’t have to do it again until you’re ready,” you assure him, pecking his cheek.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Seokjin grins as he wraps his arm around your waist, his fingertips brushing your hips.

“I’ve been told once or twice,” you wink before going to the laundry room. Seokjin watches you go, swaying your hips as you disappear into the room. He jogs up the stairs to his own bedroom to change his shoes and join everyone downstairs.

“I’ll sit with Dae,” Seokjin’s mom volunteers as she takes Dae by the hand and puts him in his car seat. You smile at Seokjin and he kisses your cheek before he walks you to his car to open the door for you.

The two of you haven’t talked about last night or how affectionate you’ll be toward each other in front of his son. You don’t want to get Dae-Hyun’s hopes up so early on, but you also don’t want to treat Seokjin as just your boss.

You hope the conversation will happen soon though. Perhaps once Dae is in bed later tonight?

When you pull up to the amusement park, Dae is in Seokjin’s arms listing off all the rides he wants to get on and all the foods he wants to eat.

You indulge him to an extent, holding his hand in yours as he leads you to the carousel. You get on with him, waving at Seokjin as you go around and around until it’s time to get off.

It’s when Dae is tugging at his father's hand, saying, “daddy potty” that you’re left alone with Mrs. Kim.

“You’re good for them, you know?” She states as the two of you sit on a bench.

“Pardon?” You ask with a baffled look on your face.

Mrs. Kim smiles. “My boys. You’re good for them. I can tell how much they both love you. It’s nice to see my son so happy. Dae too.”

“I love them both,” you respond with a bashful smile.

Mrs. Kim grins as she places her hand on top of yours. “It warms my heart hearing you say that. Jin and Dae have been through a lot over the years, and it’s nice to see Seokjin’s icy exterior crumble into the warm-hearted man he once was. Thank you.”

You don’t have time to respond as Dae-Hyun comes barreling toward the both of you, shouting, “grandma!” It takes seconds for him to throw himself at her with his arms wide open for a hug.

“Why don’t you and I go ride those little ducks you love so much?” Dae’s eyes widened with excitement, looking at his dad to ask for permission.

Seokjin looks at his mom. “Are you sure?”

Mrs. Kim winks at her son before taking Dae away from the two of you.

“She’s something else,” Seokjin laughs as he sits beside you on the bench, his hand on yours.

“She means well.” You smile before interlacing your fingers with his.

“Let’s go get you a stuffed animal,” Seokjin decides as he rises from the bench before you follow suit. He leads you to a booth, paying the employee before taking three darts to pop the balloons. You watch on intently, giggling when he misses all three shots. He huffs, pouting before paying again.

“Why don’t you let me try?” Seokjin blushes before he hands you the darts. You hit every balloon before being declared the winner and picking out a prize; a small stuffed Dalmatian.

“They rig the damn thing,” Jin mumbles as you walk away with your new stuffed animal.

“Hmm,” you agree, chuckling when Seokjin stocks his tongue out at you.

“How about some ice cream for the winner?” Seokjin asks as he takes your hand in his, pulling you to the side, away from the crowd.

You’re about to ask what’s wrong when his lips find yours, his hands cupping your face as he kisses you. You kiss him back eagerly, moaning softly when he gently tugs on your bottom lip, ending the kiss after.

Seokjin smirks, “sorry, I just haven’t been able to kiss you in a few hours.”

You giggle, “I don’t mind.”

“Good.” Jin winks at you before he takes your hand in his to lead you to the ice cream shop.

* When you’ve got your ice cream, you sit on a bench under a tree beside Seokjin. Your stuffed animal, which you’ve named Dot, sits between you.

“So about last night…?” Seokjin cheeks turn pink, clearing his throat as he looks at the stuffed animal.

“Yeah…?”

“Would you want to go on another date with me? I mean… I know we kind of already, um… slept together, but I was hoping I could take you out again?”

“I’d love to, Seokjin,” you assure him with a smile before kissing his cheek. He squeezes your hand, smiling in return.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this,” he muses, looking into the crowds to avoid your gaze.

You give him a perplexed look, brows furrowed, “like what?”

“Giddy. Nervous. Full of life. Don’t get me wrong, Dae is everything to me and I’m glad I’m lucky enough to be his father, but sometimes I felt like…” Seokjin trails off, shaking his head.

“Like what?” You prod.

“Like something was missing…”

Seokjin turns to face you, chuckling when he sees the ice cream has melted all over your hand. He brings one of your fingers to his lips, his tongue licking up the melted treat. Your eyes widen in shock before you pull your hand away and Seokjin is laughing loudly. His shoulders shake as he laughs, tears running down his cheeks. You huff, sticking your tongue out at him, but regret it when he cups your face.

He whispers. “Put your tongue away before I put it to good use, baby.”

You moan, your pussy clenching around nothing before you nod. Seokjin smiles, taking off his backpack to take out a pack of wipes to clean up your hands. You let him, too shell-shocked to do much else.

“How are you feeling?” He asks as he tossed the trash into a garbage can.

“Sore,” you smirk, answering him.

He rubs the nape of his neck as his ears burn scarlet, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m not used to taking huge dick,” you shrug, but Seokjin's blush deepens.

“Don’t say it like that!” He covers his face with his hands, scandalized. You chuckle before moving his hands out of his face, pecking his lips.

“Say it like what?” You prod, but he shakes his head. You kiss his cheek before taking his hand in yours before you lead him to another roller coaster.

Ride after ride, you and Seokjin spend two hours on rides Dae wouldn’t be able to ride until he's older. You were thankful for the opportunity to spend time with Seokjin, and as he laced his fingers with yours; you couldn’t help the bubbly feeling in your stomach. Seokjin could be the one and the thought excited you and flustered you.

“Let’s get one for Dae and meet up with your mom,” you say as you stop at another booth. Seokjin agrees, paying five dollars to play. You had tried paying before, but Seokjin just shook his head and paid for everything. You hoped he’d let you pay for something, although technically, your money was his.

You shake the thought of your head for now as Seokjin wins a stuffed Dalmatian for Dae.

“He’ll love it!” You exclaim as you admire the small red collar on its neck as you hold it in your arms before walking alongside Seokjin.

“Hey,” Seokjin starts, gently moving you to the side of the sidewalk to keep from blocking the way. “I know we’re taking things slow… kind of. Would it be okay if we kept this from Dae a little longer?”

“Of course, Jin. We’ll take this slow,” You smile reassuringly, stepping forward to press a chaste kiss on his lips. He must be apprehensive of this situation if he’s had to ask you twice, but you don’t let worry consume you, knowing you both want what’s best for Dae.

Seokjin grins, his hands on your hips to hold you close. His forehead rests against yours, his eyes meeting yours.

“Stay for dinner tonight?” You nod in response, pecking his cheek before turning to hide your flustered face.

Seokjin chuckles, his hand cards through his hair as he feels the heat of his blush spread. The both of you walk in a comfortable silence beside each other until Dae is yelling for Seokjin in excitement.

Dae-Hyun talks about the rides he's been on shortly before he falls asleep in his father’s arms. Mrs. Kim trails behind you as you all get in the car to drive home.

Once you arrive at Seokjin’s, he lays his son down in bed before asking his mother if she’d like to stay for dinner.

“Oh no, I need to get home and feed Bella,” she states. Bella was Mrs. Kim's new puppy that had stayed home with Mr. Kim, although Mr. Kim would forget Bella’s schedule.

“I’ll call you soon!” Seokjin tells his mom as she’s dashing down the steps to get into her car before driving off.

You sit on the couch with Seokjin for a bit, cuddled into his chest as he absentmindedly plays with your hair.

Your chest fills with a warmth that spreads throughout your body, making you smile. You could get used to this.

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