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jiminzfilter · 3 years ago

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slow dancing in the night

→ Pairing. Taehyung x reader

→ Genre. established relationship, fluff, slice of life, model!taehyung, model!reader, taehyung missed you a lot, he is starving (his words not mine), gets a bit hot by the last 40 lines, mentions of oral (f) so I guess this counts as mature content, implied smut, making out (kinda), there is a bit of swearing

→ Summary. what could possibly be better than coming home after a long day of work to someone you love and missed a lot ?

→ Word count. 3.2k (!!!)

→ because I wrote this over a year ago when I still didn't know what I was doing with my writing, I had to go through a deep process of editing and re-writing before posting it. This might not be my best work but it's still a fic that I really really like :,)

→ song rec. slow dancing in the dark, Joji// still with you, Jungkook

Fridays have always been exhausting days for both you and your boyfriend, especially on runways weeks. As models, you were put under a lot of pressure.

Pressure to be perfect, to smile but never smile too much, to look good, to not fall on stage.

Falling has to be the most tragic thing that can happen to your carreer as a model, the hungry stares of thousands of photographers and reporters ready to share the latest news to the press.

Yeah, it was exhausting.

This week was no exception... or maybe it was since, this time, you were the only one working until late.

It’s four in the morning and you’re already on your way out - kind of running late, oBviOusLy - quietly wishing your boyfriend a good day.

He is not working today.

That lucky bastard.

He gets to enjoy his free day in bed, lazing around, while you work your ass off all day. He mumbles something that you assume is a sort of goodbye. He is still asleep.

You look at him one last time before leaving the room and smile. He looks so peaceful.

You still remember the day you met, by pure luck even though you both call that fate. That was 5 years ago, when you just debuted your career as a model and were not that comfortable around high heels.

Okay no. Let’s be real.

You hated wearing them because you couldn’t walk in heels higher than 5 cm.

It’s still a wonder how you managed to make it in the first place.

Were you wearing flat shoes for the audition ? Damn you really must’ve done an impression on the judges if they made you pass without the heels try-on.

Your first day at the agency was chaotic to say the least. Your manager made you walk around the building, to visit she said. She made you wear heels. HEELS. That devilish person.

But, thank to that, you got to meet Taehyung. Your eyes landed on him as you were visiting the lounge and couldn’t tear them away from his figure. The poor man had to witness you fall down because you weren’t watching your steps anymore.

I mean.

Who could blame you ??

That was Kim frEaking Taehyung

!!!

He even came to help you get back on your feet and asked if you were alright, kind of amused.

It’s not everyday you see someone falling down in here, let alone a newbie

Let’s be honest, you were so embarrassed.

First day of work and you’re already failing falling.

That night when you came home, you spent the night wearing heels and prayed really hard you’d never have to face him again. After all, the building was big enough and there were enough workers that you could avoid Taehyung easily

If only

The NeXt day, you were told that you had a couple shooting, with none other that Kim Taehyung.

GreaT

He would occasionally tease you about your fall and check on you to see if everything was alright. He watched you carefully as you were walking around with heels.

From up close he looked even more handsome.... :)

After this day, you started talking with Taehyung more and more. He introduced you to everyone around the agency. You met outside of work, got to know each other. You both became regally good friends but there was something lingering in the air, in the way you’d look at each other or stood so close to him after a couple glasses of wine that you could breathe his air.

So what was bound to happen happened and you went from friends a to lovers without really noticing it.

He was still your best friend...somehow

Eventually, you took things to the next level and moved in together... maybe a half and a year ago or so ? You’ve never been happier in your life

And, well, you’d actually be happier if you could spend the day with boyfriend instead of running around trying to find god knows which accessories you need for the rehearsal.

8 in the morning is noT a time to be doing cardio.

Especially while wearing heels

Become a model they said, it’ll be fun they said

“Y/n! Come here please I need you to try on this dress before you go!” Your personal stylist calls “I made sure to fix it yesterday so it’d be a perfect fit for the show”

You stop your tracks and go to her “make this quick i have to go get changed before 9 otherwise I’m screwed. Why did they even decide to do the rehearsals so early today ?” You sigh, frustrated, and put on the dress she’s handing you “thank you”

“Okayyy...it looks great. Gold looks amazing on you.” She smoothes the dress and gives an approving nod, visibly satisfied ; “You’ll look perfect for the Grand Finale. Oh god it’s already 8:30 you better go before Mr.Kim throws a fit because you’re late”

You both giggle ; “thank you for fixing the dress Naeun, see you later today. Well, probably tonight. Byeeee”

The rehearsal seems to never end. You’re squeezed in dozens of different outfits, gorgeous for sure but sO tight. Mr. Kim, the one who organised the runway, is such a perfectionist that you have to re-do some things multiple times before he’s satisfied. One time the lighting isn’t right, the other the models are walking too fast, not on beat and so on.

Everyone hates him for that but he always makes the best shows so you just follow.

After multiple tries, the rehearsal finally comes to an end. It’s already 4PM. You barely get time to breathe and go pee before you’re back into the ‘running-around-to-find-my-dress-and-fix-my-makeup-oh-god-i-gotta-be-on-stage’ crazy mess.

Walking on the runway feels amazing, running backstage is terrible.

It’s so hot and small back there you can hardly move around well.

It takes 2 hours for the whole fashion show to be over, one more for pictures outside the catwalk and chat with reporters. Since you’re kind of a famous model now, you get invited to the afterparty and spend few extra hours interacting with some celebrities that attended the show. Other models were invited and you’re happy to see familiar faces amongst them. Jimin, an old colleague and friend of yours, comes your way and compliments you. You chat with him for a while before deciding you’ve had enough for the day and leave the party. A few more people greet you on your way out.

A taxi takes you back to you company, where you left your stuff in the morning. You spend an extra thirty minutes getting rid of your heavy makeup and striping off that gorgeous but awfully tight golden dress you’ve been wearing ever since the end of the runway.

Now, you can FinaLLy go home. yassssss

It’s almost 12am when you leave the agency and climb into yet another taxi. The ride is quiet, background music playing over the car’s radio, and you take some time to look at what you were gifted for your performance : fancy makeup products, accessories, pieces of clothing-but not those from the runway, you sadly never get to keep those. Being kinda famous has its perks :,)

You then decide it’s time to warn Taehyung you’ll arrive soon and send him a few texts. As if he was waiting for them, he instantly replies saying he’ll be waiting for you and proceeds to spam you with heart emojis. Sometimes, it looks like this man just discovered what emojis were and is trying to use them as much as possible. What a child…

It’s way past midnight when you finally step into your duplex and the first thing you notice is that the place is way too quiet.

Maybe Tae went back to sleep, who knows, it’s super late after all…

You remove shoes and jacket and drop your bags in the entrance before going further and you call out quietly “anyone here? Tae, you sleeping?”

There is a faint glow from the tv on your right but the sound has been muted.

Weird…

“Taehyung ?" You call one last time

Suddenly, two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist and you’re pulled into someone’s chest. You gasp, almost scream, but soften up when you feel the warmth on your back

“Hi baby” a deep voice says in your ear, sending chills down your spine “I missed you”

You turn around and are very pleased to see a handsome face and a warm exposed chest your boyfriend smiling at you.

“Mhm, missed you too” You wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his chest, happy to hear his heartbeat. Taehyung places his head atop of yours and gently strokes your hair. You tighten your grasp around him and hum.

Few seconds later, he lifts your chin up and gently lays a kiss on your lips.

“How are you doing?” He asks, his right hand cupping your cheek. The warmth of it is comforting.

“Exhausted, but you know how it goes” You shrug and he smiles

“Not too tired for dinner ? I could cook something if you want”

“Mhm... let me just go shower and put something else on” You sadly let go of him

“Sure, go ahead” he whispers and you give him a kiss before regretfully tearing yourself away from him.

You walk up the stairs to your bedroom, where you find the bed undone. You smile, Taehyung never really liked making the bed and, very honestly, neither did you. You slump onto the mattress and bury your face into the pillows, inhaling his scent. Lavender. Relaxing. Just like he is.

After a warm shower, you find a t-shirt Taehyung left on a chair in the room and wear it. It’s big enough to reach your thighs and, if you were more energised, you’d probably stay like this. You grab large pants and put them on.

Once again, you smell lavender all around you.

When you’re back in the living area, you see Taehyung busying himself in the kitchen. He hears your steps and his eyes find yours as a smile appears on his face when he notices that you’re wearing his shirt

“My shirt looks better on you than it’d ever do on me” He teases, his gaze longing on your frame.

“maybe I should keep it then” you smile and ask ; ”Do you need any help?”

“no no no no no, you’ve worked enough already. Go and have some rest. I'll call you when everything’s ready okay?”

Too tired to argue on this anyways -and thankful for the given rest-, you go lay down on the couch, your body oriented to let you look at Taehyung.

As he hums and moves to the chill music that was playing in the background, you start to detail his beautiful figure. From the curl of his dark hair (which you knoW are so so soft to the touch) to his beautiful profile and his nose you love so much down to his broad shoulder and then his tanned abs you see from time to time when the opened shirt of his pyjama moves according to his steps.

oH! Let’s not forget his perfect hands gripping at the pan’s handle while he cooks… vegetables? Something like that yeah.

Taehyung is giving his best into what he’s cooking. Vegetables with rice, that’s the only thing he could do quickly.

Quickly as in less than half an hour, unlike his friend Namjoon who’d take this time just to cook the rice.

The music he put earlier is slowly starting to bore him. After washing his hands, he reaches out for his phone and plays a different playlist. It’s one you name yourself when the two of you were still friends (aka not dating yet). “Taetae fm” because you once joked he should have his own broadcasting channel on the radio. He’d always criticise the music playing so why not have his own channel 👀

“You know Y/n, I actually watched the fashion show live this afternoon. I mean, of course you know because I always do that haha. Anyways, you really were the highlight of the runway tonight. And I’m not saying this in a biased point of view. Okay I might be a bit biased as your boyfriend but I swear that it’s true!! You literally shone back there, especially in that gold dress you were wearing and even the audience was impressed by your looks maybe you didn’t see it on stage but some cameras filmed their reactions and everyone was looking at you. Really, you were so gorge-oh” Taehyung looks at you and smile fondly “Of course you’re asleep, baby”

He lets his phone aside and checks the now cooked food before making his way to the couch. There’s a blanket on the sofa, he covers you with it, scared you might get cold. Taehyung put a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places a kiss on your chin.

You slowly open your eyes and find yourself face to face with him. You both smile.

“Hi there beautiful” He whispers

“what time is it? Did I sleep until the morning?” You’re scared of having slept through the entire nap without realising

“almost 1:20am, I just finished cooking. I thought you might be cold so I went to cover you with the blanket. You should go enjoy the food while it’s still hot, imma go to the toilet”

You nod as an answer and watch him leave upstairs. Getting up from the warmth of the couch is the hardest part so you keep the soft blanket draped around your shoulders and walk towards the kitchen. You grab two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks that you place on the counter along with glasses and a bottle of water.

You then go take care of the rice and the vegetables, which you mix in the pan. The song playing changes and your favourite nighttime tune starts.

“I don’t want a friend, I want my life in two” you sing along

“Waiting to get there, waiting for you” Taehyung’s voice startles you as he grabs your wrists and pulls your back close to him. You smile as he makes the both of you dance slowly. You put his arms around you so it’s like he’s hugging you from the back. You swing around for a little while, enjoying the close proximity as you both softly hum the song, making your body vibrate against each other, moving in perfect coordination.

“I love you” he whispers in your ear and then kisses it, sending chills down your spine, before lifting one of your arm up to make you turn so that you’re now facing him “did my baby sleep well?” You nod as you place your arms around his waist, paying attention to go under the shirt so you’re touching as much skin as possible.

Taehyung chuckles before asking you in that same, chill-sending, low deep voice ; “Still hungry? Because I’m starving”

If you didn’t just wake up, you would’ve definitely caught that lust in his eyes and also the fact that this wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.

As an answer, your stomach growls pretty loudly, making Taehyung laugh . “I’ll take that as a yes. Sit down, princess. Let me take care of you”

You do as he says, jumping on a stool, detailing all of his moves. You only realise how hungry you actually were when you start eating. Rice with vegetables has never tastes better. You eat everything in less than 5 minutes when you’d usually take your time to finish your plate.

“Damn, that was a well needed dinner! Thank you Tae” you mess a bit with his soft locks

“Imagine me who was waiting for you all evening!! I was hungry too” He pouts.

“Oh come on, I was working today. Cardio in heels isn’t the best way to wake up, let alone spend the whole day standing in tight clothes. When I think you has a day off… pfff. I saw the bed, I’m sure you stayed there all day, you lazyyyyyyyyy ass.”

He mumbles some gibberish and you giggle, knowing that you're right. He looks away, crossing his arms and obviously sulking. You leave your stool and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leave a few kisses on his cheek and neck

“- Don’t be such a babyy. You know I love you.

- You do?

- of course, you dummy” you bop his nose "Sooo, what do we have for desert?

- You. Uh I mean!! Yoghurt, fruits, cakes, fruits…anything” he clears his throat

“Great! What do you prefer?” You open the fridge

“ I’d very happily eat you out honestly but an apple sounds good”

“Oh sur- wait whaT!?” You snap your head to him, eyes wide open

what did he sayyyyyyyy?????

whaT am I even supposed to say noW oh my goddddd

You close the fridge’s door, suddenly not so yogurt-hungry.

There’s a sudden silence between the two of you, only disturbed by the music still playing in the background.

“Mhm? What is it?” He turns around to face you, asking so innocently “did I say something wrong ?”

This man knows what he is doing for sure. Has he ever been that straightforward before ?

Taehyung stands and closes the distance between your bodies, now towering over you.

He lowers himself slightly to speak in your ear “what is it baby? Mhm?” You feel his smile on your cheek when he lays a kiss on it “what happened to my all proud and fierce y/n who was so confident telling me I was being lazy all day, huh? Tell me” He lays another kiss on your temple

OkaY

now he’s being a tease

Great

1 A.M. fluffy and bare chested teaser Taehyung

gReAT

Anyhow, it’s a good turn on.

Really.good.freaking.turn.on

Being tired and turned on was definitely not a good mix for you. You could feel the heat rising in your body and hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Tae…”

He laughs gently seeing you silently begging for more, brushing your face with his lips, teasing another kiss.

“Tsk tsk, you gotta speak darling, I cannot guess”

You should calm down and go to sleep, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow you should definitely-

“Fuck-“ You sigh and grab his face, sealing your lips together while closing your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for that kiss to turn into a heated make out session.

You grab and pull some of his dark curls while his hands travels under his your shirt.

You break the kiss just a second to catch your breath.

“Have i ever told you you have the perfect body?” Taehyung asks

“Did I ever tell you how perfect you are??” You reply

He laughs, deep raspy laugh.

You’re too tired for this

And because you’re tired, you’re even more horny :D

Taehyung puts his hands behind your thighs and you jump, locking your legs around his waist, hands still in his hair, lips against his while carries you to the bedroom.

He leaves your lips to travel down your jaw and then collarbone. You throw your head back.

Taehyung gently lays you on the mattress of your king sized bed and makes it his personal mission to pleasure you tonight.

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wh6res · 4 years ago

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chase — renhyuck

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”

tw bullying, violence, swearing, yandere themes, possessive themes, blood, weapons (a gun, a grenade), implied noncon, implied kidnapping, mentions of stalking

disc i dont condone this behavior

wc 5k

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29 hours before the annual purge

“hold her down—i said hold her down, idiot!”

putting everything into account, they saw you more like a glorified chew toy than an actual person.

they ruined your life simultaneously and it's ironic, that despite being sworn rivals, it seems you were their neutral ground—after one has had their own fun, you’re passed on to the other person so they can deliver that final, shattering blow that weakens your resolve.

it was meant to be that way because it had always been that way. you’re the unlucky loser that ignited the worse sides of both lee haechan and huang renjun.

they’re like oil and water; they don’t mix but with you, they found a compromise. stealing your lunch money, trashing your homework, quickies in between lectures. all of these should’ve been enough to give them a good power trip. but they’ve developed a hunger so severe that these past instances are but mere crumbs that hardly satisfy their cravings.

it was beyond exhausting, being caught in between two headstrong people that were unwilling to back down at any cost. their aggression and anger towards each other directly being channeled onto you as they shove and swing you around like some ragdoll.

you weren’t a bunch of kids, you knew that. you don’t cry and sob and say that it’s unfair, you hold your chin high and walk up to the guidance counselor’s office to report them for bullying. but you never should’ve underestimated the power of money and their respective families’ broad network of connections.

without a doubt, the empty promises for justice is what broke your heart the most. it breaks with every bruise, every tight grip, and every nasty name the people willingly turned a blind eye to.

it’s sad but it was a reality you taught yourself to get used to—the meek mouse learning how to evade the cats hot on her trail.

but you weren’t as lucky today.

“i am holding her down.”

a pair of lips comes in contact with your neck. its feathery and light at first until its biting down to mark you with his teeth. not too strong to draw blood, but enough to dent the surface of the skin.

haechan has an oral fixation. biting his lips. his nails. whenever you see him, he always has a lollipop on his mouth and if he doesn’t, he’s painting hickeys across your skin. you hated his oral fixation, especially when makeup and clothes proved useless to hide the marks he gives you.

“why run?” renjun asks you, slipping his fingers underneath your skirt as he kneels. “you know you have nowhere to hide in the campus.”

haechan snorts. “or anywhere else.”

it’s always the same thing. you go to school. you sit in your first period for thirty minutes until one of them shows up. then the other boy probably felt a gut instinct that he’s missing out on the fun. last time, it was an empty classroom in the abandoned left wing.

they like taking you there all the time, it was always dark, the blinds pulled and shut tight. not to mention it was incredibly dusty. but both male knew you’re afraid of the dark, exactly why it’s their favorite spot. but empty classrooms and supply closets are close seconds, too.

“you’re so pathetic. useless—only know how to whine like a fucking pornstar,” he quickly comments, feeling you arch against him when renjun’s tongue comes in contact with the pearl between your legs. “my cumdump.”

you feel a sharp exhale against your lower lips. you shudder. renjun clicks his tongue in annoyance. “can you shut up? you’re making my dick soft with all that talking.”

but haechan had ignored him completely, blissfully ignorant of the petite boy’s frustrations as he angles your head up to crash his lips onto yours. when he slightly pulls away, still playfully nibbling your bottom lip, what he said next made your blood run cold.

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

6 hours before the annual purge

the price to pay for protection started rising again this year and you, much like your neighbors, are in a sense of turmoil. jamming the doors with cabinets and nailing your windows with wood is hardly enough to satisfy the gnawing feeling in your stomach. much less when you didn’t even have a weapon to wield other than a wooden bat and a cheap taser you bought on sale.

“its not like anyone will be coming for you, right?” the little girl says, touching the randomest stuff in your apartment. her name was naeun and she never really liked pink and sparkles like most girls her age, maybe that’s why she took a liking to you.

her mom works a 9 to 5 and her grandma stays with her on occasion. but the old lady loved to sleep, naeun said, so she gets the chance to slip out and come knocking on your door. you tried shooing her out of your apartment countless times but she’s stubborn.

she reminds you of yourself.

“well, i hope no one does.” you joked, putting on a turtleneck.

naeun’s mom doesn't like you as much as it is, but if you yourself let naeun see the bruises on your skin? you’d hate yourself forever. “now, come on little missy, go back to your grandma. i need to head over to the bank to settle my protection fees.”

“but you just said no one is going to come for you anyway,” she whines stomping towards the door. “mom already settled ours yesterday becase grammy forced her to. mommy said it was just a waste of money because who’d bother to rob us anyway?”

a memory flashes in your head. two boys who’ve sandwiched you between them in the dark of a fucking supply closet at uni. wandering hands, labored whispers, curt giggles, one pair of lips trailing up your neck while the other up your inner thigh.

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”

you needed that protection. that was no slip up because haechan never makes mistakes. if he wanted to make you feel like some animal on the run after catching a whiff of trouble then he sure is doing a good job.

“hey! i think you just went someplace else there,” naeun says, nudging your side irritably to get your attention again.

you try forcing out a chuckle but it doesn't work, still deeply peeved by a memory from last week replaying vividly in your mind. if they ever mean what they meant (which you know they do) then this is now more than just trying to get through the night—you have to survive, prepare, and pray neither of them finds you.

“i think your grandma’s right in doing what she did, naeun. with humans, you’ll never know.”

and just like that naeun went silent, bid you goodbye, and disappeared behind the apartment door.

the bank was a quick walk from your apartment. you hardly broke much sweat and you even managed to stop by the grocery store to make some last-minute runs. the store’s nearly empty, deserted of any human being as the seconds slowly but surely ticked away. it was only when you walked past aisle seven did you pause, the hairs on your back standing as a slow chill crawled up your spine.

you look over your shoulder.

no one’s there.

you swallow, quickly looking down your watch to check the time as you made your way to counter. 3 hours before the annual purge. you needed to get your ass moving. you just need to grab one more thing and you’ll best be on your way.

you practically ran towards the dairy section and just as you spin around, strawberry ice cream pint in your hands, you jump as he appears before you in thin air and you drop whatever you’re holding.

“such a skittish little kitten,” renjun clicks his tongue, bending down to retrieve the ice cream on the floor. “here you go.”

you couldn’t even stare at him in the eye. your hands shook but it wasn’t because of the cold desert. now you get it. it’s his eyes you felt on you earlier, ever intrusive and piercing as he watched you from afar. was he stalking you?

“i didn’t quite catch a thank you, kitty.”

how foolish of you to think he’ll let you duck away without at least speaking to him, hm?

“thank… thank you?”

renjun grins, satisfied with your stuttering as he raises a hand to ruffle your hair—he ignores how you flinched away from him—before walking away with one hand in his coat pocket, whistling an eerie tune that can haunt your nightmares way after purge night.

“see you later, kitten.”

if it wasn’t the whistling that set you on edge or that clear promise of your doom—it’s the pack of zip ties and duct tape in his hands.‏‏‎ ‎

you were watching a rerun of your favorite morning reality tv when it cuts to the dreaded blue screen showing the flag of korea.

this is not a test.

this is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the south korean government.

weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the purge. all other weapons are restricted.

commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours.

police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning until 7 am when the purge concludes.

may god be with you all.

you’ll never get used to the blaring siren that echoes through the empty streets. you can feel the floor vibrating and it travels throughout your whole body as the dread starts sinking deep into your skin.

you’ve already double checked all your windows and the front door. activated the security system provided by the bank. and you’ve also already charged your taser and have hammered down nails into your wooden bat. fine. if they wanted to scare and bully you into a panicked frenzy, it did its job but fuck no will you go down without a fight.

you shut all the lights, the apartment basking in the moonlight glow brought by the translucent curtains as you make your way to your bedroom, nearest the emergency exit just in case they barge through your front door by force.

at first, nothing happened. it was peaceful. tranquil. you can hear a pin drop with how quiet it was. both inside and outside. you were almost tempted to cover your mouth in case you were breathing too loud.

it’s silent. until it wasn’t.

your phone rings. it’s there, vibrating on your desk and you make long strides until you’re face to face with a set of numbers on your screen. an unregistered contact. there’s a debate inside your head whether to answer it or not, fingers hovering between the red and green button… until it eventually lands on the green.

you put it up to your ear, hands sweating as you wait with bated breath for the person on the other end to speak.

“kitten?”

it’s renjun. you don’t answer.

“i can hear you breathing, you know. i can’t wait to see you. we’ll have so much fun together. it’s sad that i have to share with that imbecile but better half of you than nothing of you, right?” he laughs and you feel a rush of anger surge through you. yet, you don’t bother to give him the satisfaction of a reply.

“i can see you’re angry, little kitty. while it’s cute and hot… don’t be. turn that frown upside down for me, wouldn’t you?”

but the blinds are drawn he couldn’t have seen you—

“you’re never going to get me, you fucking bastard. i’m not scared of you,” you sure do hope he can’t hear the tremble in your voice. “whatever you plan on doing to me, you’ll fail.”

you walk back slowly, eyes darting everywhere to look for a camera they could’ve installed in your room. they have connections and the money to do it so you won’t put it past them.

“oh, my stupid kitty. how can we fail when we already got a head start?”

the floorboard behind you creaks and before you could turn around, someone slams your head against the desk. you hear a crack, whether it’s the screen of your laptop or your nose, you couldn’t tell. the person is agile and silent as he maneuvers you to the ground and seals your lips with duct tape.

“after all,” haechan giggles. “you can’t lock out what’s already inside, kitten.”

your phone lands somewhere near your head. renjun has already dropped the call and the line goes silent.

squirming, you glared at the person on top of you. is this how you’re gonna go? you can’t deny, even you yourself find this pathetic. the security alarms you bought, the nail-studded bat, your taser, everything was all for naught? just because you didn’t check under your bed to make sure no one was there?

how long was haechan waiting? when naeun was still here? when you went out to buy groceries?

you thought it would be fear you’ll be feeling as you get caught but the emotion isn’t present at all. instead, it’s white hot anger that overrides your system and forces you to act without thinking—and it just fucking saved your life.

haechan always saw you as a vulnerable, sad little human being who couldn’t do shit on her own. it’s easy to underestimate you and that’s his first mistake.

the second is rather foolish—not tying your legs up first. it’s all too easy to slam your forehead against his before jerking your leg up to knee him in the balls.

you can see the anger in his eyes clear as day as you made a run for it to the kitchen, having come up with another escape plan—because surely if you went down the emergency exit, haechan would’ve caught up easily with those long legs after he’s recovered from your assault.

your nose was probably bleeding and your head is in the early stages of a full blown migraine, at least you were able to function enough to wobble your way towards the trash chute situated near the stove. you had cursed that chute the first day you moved in here (who would put a trash chute next to a fucking stove) but the day has come for you to thank the gods that you have that in your house.

going for a swim in all your neighbors’ trash is disgusting and unplanned (plus, falling down maybe six floors to your doom) but you’ll choose that over lee haechan and huang renjun any day.

“don’t you dare fucking think about it!”

you flashed him the middle finger to tick him off. a petty retaliation for all the bullshit he and renjun put you through but it felt good nonetheless.

“catch me if you fuckers can.”

and you were falling down the trash chute.‏‏‎ ‎

okay, yeah—maybe you should’ve thought it through before hurling yourself six floors down only for some half-filled dumpster to catch you but at least you’re still alive, right? alive and free, mind you. but you don’t have time to celebrate.

it smelled awful and you swear your knees and elbows are bruised but you scramble to climb out and run away as fast as you can.

it was only haechan inside your apartment. no sign of renjun but he did see you somehow and you have no doubt it was a camera inside that room. you didn’t have much time to ponder for how long they were installed in your room. it’s the least of your worries at the moment.

you’re outside.

during purge night.

even if you did manage to escape it felt more like a win than a lose, forced out of your own apartment in nothing but shorts and a shirt—heck, you don’t even have shoes on!—it felt like they won. again.

if you’re not going to die in the hands of some other wacko, you’ll die of hypothermia. how nice.

you didn’t know where you were running to, the only thing you knew was you need to get the hell out of this neighborhood as fast as you can. you didn’t want to run in alleyways and risk getting stabbed for fun. maybe the sewer system… oh, right. you don’t have your phone on you and it’ll probably be pitch black down there.

you really, truly, genuinely didn’t want to run so out in the open but it was the best you can impulsively come up with.

when you feel like you’ve put a reasonable distance between you and the apartment, you stop, hands resting flat on your knees as you crouch to catch a breath. just as quick the adrenaline appeared as fast as it had disappeared. you feel the weight and tension crushing your legs, not to mention you’re really starting to feel that headache settle after headbutting haechan.

you almost collapse against the brick wall.

the last person you ever thought you’ll see jumps out from the corner of the alleyway and you almost broke their nose.

until you saw who it was.

“NAEUN?”

their apartment got raided, some buffy sickos who they had the misfortune of breaking into their house to purge. luckily they got away, but after getting attacked on the streets, naeun got separated after she ran for her life just like you did. you can’t help but feel sorry for the little girl, who experienced the full effect of this godforsaken holiday.

this is bad. you can’t leave her but it’s tough enough to have to fend for yourself. you’re not so sure whether you can protect another human being but you’ll have to try.

“did your mom or grandma tell you anything? anything at all?” you ask, crouching to her eye level. “you said your mom knew the way… where? what do you mean?”

“mom said they’re providing refuge on the other side of town but it’s a 30-minute drive. walking would take longer.”

shit. you didn’t want to risk it. you don’t have a car and you’d rather die right here right now than walk another step out in the streets—

“who’s ‘they’?”

“i don’t… i don’t know. she didn’t say.”

you licked your chapped lips. you can’t trust what she’s saying, not when you didn’t even know these people. it’s too risky, not to mention you’re already running from not one, but two people.

naeun sits next to you against the bricked wall of the alley, looking down at her lap. “i’m scared,” she admits. you hear a tremble in her voice. “are mom and grammy de—”

“no,” you cut her off, pulling her tiny body against yours. when you feel her fists clutching your jacket, you swear to protect this girl with your life. “no, they’re not. i’m sure they’re heading there now to the refuge center just like we are.”

her head pokes out, looking up towards you. “we’re going? i thought you didn’t want to.”

you shake your head, wiping her tears. “well, it’s the one way for you to meet your mom and grammy, right?”‏‏‎ ‎

walking down the streets during purge night—man, this has got to be the most ballsy thing you’ve ever done after that one time you spat at renjun in the eye. you managed to find a litter of bodies way into thirty minutes of walking and you nearly sent naeun flying onto the asphalt with how hard you pushed her back. she couldn’t see this mess, you’d be damned to allow a nine-year-old walk right into psychological trauma.

you pocket a gun—you didn’t have enough courage to fight with a knife. you wiped the blood off using your shirt before shoving them down onto the garter of your shorts. you didn’t bother to take their shoes, none of them would’ve fit you anyway and it’ll just slow you down.

“hey, are you alright? is that blood—”

“it’s not mine, naeun. come on, let’s get moving.”

for two hours you walked towards this mysterious refuge center on the other side of town and both you and naeun managed to evade death three times.

the first attack: a group of high schoolers with their uniforms on. there were three of them, about your height, and while you weren’t responsible for the blood on your shirt, you’re not so sure about their lot. they looked crazy, excited even, but sloppy in the way they flung their knives and bats around. their first purge, you assumed, so it was fairly easy to take them down. a bullet to the head worked like a charm. naeun didn’t say anything when you urged her out of her hiding place to flee the scene. three bullets left.

the second attack: it was a surprise, one that got you stabbed in the shin of your right leg. it was a drunkard with a knife, you could smell him as you walked past by his slumped form in the sidewalk. he wasn’t moving, so you thought he was dead and it was poor judgement on your part. it’s pathetic getting injured this way, you thought, but at least it was you who faced the consequences and not naeun. two bullets left.

the third attack: two men but deadlier than the girls and the drunk. you didn’t get to reason out with either of them, not when they drove their cadillac at 140 miles per hour and nearly ran you over. a chill crept up your spine when you saw the bloody, naked women strapped down onto the hood. victims. you didn’t engage in any form of combat, it’s impossible, so you took naeun in your arms and ran straight to the back alleys. number of bullets remain the same.

three lucky strikes.

three times you’ve cheated death.

but time is up and your luck has run out.

“beating up a girl? what a coward, if you ask me,” you say, spitting out a tooth after someone kneed you in the face. you were in no position to say such things when they’ve got you busted up and bloody, left eye swollen after one hard punch.

naeun is nowhere to be seen.

good.

who knows what these assholes could’ve done to her. you told her to run so she better fucking run and make sure she lives through this nightmare.

another kick flies to your ribs and you lie sprawled on the dirty pavement of an alleyway—what an uncool way to die but at least you’ll die with a clear conscience.

you passed by city hall a few minutes ago. surely, the refuge center is not too far from there. naeun will make it safe. she’ll make it.

“what’s that look on her face? is she dead?”

another one scoffs. “well… if they’re after her then she’s as good as dead.”

you blacked out. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

you hate the scent of disinfectant. it crawls up your nose and you hate how the stench is so strong you can taste it on your tongue. this isn’t heaven, not when you know you’re better off burning in hellfire.

unless you weren’t dead—your eyes shoot open, sitting up in haste as you clutch the thin blanket.

rows upon rows of the same cot you were lying on greets you. people injured, some standing, some sitting. there were people treating them, too, but they were in normal clothes so this can’t be a hospital. in fact, it looked like you’re in some warehouse, stacks of metal crates sealing off all entrances.

“it’s the refuge,” you whisper.

“you’re awake!” before you could even turn around, a body launches itself onto you and nearly makes the cot collapse. judging by the small frame and the pitchy voice—

“naeun, be careful!” her mother hisses but the girl in between your arms couldn’t care less. if she’d been an adult, she’d be squeezing the life out of you. when she pulls you closer, your healing ribs made a strike of pain surge through you.

you groan, bowing in the pain. distantly, you can hear the mother and daughter fighting and it was a banter you’ve never experienced with your own mom. it nearly made you tear up from the overwhelming wave of emotions you were feeling but all else disappears when a person tenderly grips your shoulder.

“thank you for taking care of my granddaughter.” the old lady was smiling appreciatively as she stared at you.

that was it. it could’ve been the happy ending to a gruesome and bloody storyline—it should’ve been, family of three reunites again and that was all thanks to you, right?

but even heroes have their own bad endings.

you heard the ticking of the grenade only seconds before it detonates. the other refugees didn’t even have the time to take cover as some closest to the sealed doors were sent flying so far back they crashed into the row of crates behind you.

you were severely injured, limping, ribs broken, and you only had one good eye to rely on—yet the first thing you thought of was protecting naeun. maybe the midget had a way of worming herself into your heart. but before you even push yourself off the cot, a figure emerges from the smoke.

petite and harmless, pretty as the tips of his hair grazed porcelain cheekbones. renjun’s eyes are as cold and calculating as can be and it’s the only thing that terrifies you to no end. when he opens his mouth, anger is hidden well underneath that calm tone.

“i’ll give you one minute to come here willingly.”

there’s no room for bargain, he needn’t when he knows you have absolutely nothing to offer him but yourself. he doesn’t finish his sentence but he trusts you’re smart enough to figure out the silent threat—come, or he’ll turn this place into a fucking bloodbath.

cornered and weak, defenseless. weird how they have a fixation for calling you ‘kitty’ when they’re the cats in this chase.

“naeun,” you whisper, trying to crane your neck to look for her in the filth of rocks and debris. please don’t be hurt.

you freeze when you feel a barrel pointing at your head. it was only there for seconds, haechan probably doesn’t have the guts to hurt you in any way permanently (unless it’s inflicted with his own hands and not through some other medium).

“ah, look. now we have matching black eyes,” he giggles like a madman, craning your neck up and the leather in his globes brings discomfort to your skin.

you see the way the other refugees looked at you—scum, dirt on their feet that brought about trouble in their lives. they were already badly hurt as it is and now, this happened? you don’t blame them.

not one man tried to stand up for you as haechan hauls you up and throws you down on renjun’s feet. your ribs were screaming and you’re cold and so, so afraid. with shaky fingers, you gestured towards the crowd. “just... please, don’t hurt them. they don’t have anything to do with this.”

renjun coos. such a cruel smirk for a pretty face. “aw, such an angel my darling is. always thinking of others instead of her own safety. funny because i don’t think you’ve ever done such a thing for me and haechan, though. i wonder why...”

the latter digs his heel in your injured legs and you scream as black starts to surround the corners of your vision. you tried to crane your neck back, pleading eyes wanting to look at the assaulter but renjun’s calloused hand is gripping your chin too tight.

“should we make a bargain, kitten?”

you stare deep into renjun’s eyes. he knows you don’t have anything left, he can see it in your glassy eyes, too wide and vulnerable. he’s doing this all for show, trying to make you even more desperate and self-aware of your eventual demise.

and you thought haechan was the only cunning one.

“what… what bargain?"

renjun practically gleams in pride. “i’ll let everyone walk free—even your precious little naeun—that’s her name, right? the little girl you’ve been protecting the whole night?—we’ll let her and everyone in this building walk away unharmed. that’s my bargain. you know how those work, right? now, you need to give me something i want.”

forcing you to offer yourself up to them.

what a brutal way to crush your pride.

choice wasn’t an option. if you don’t oblige and choose to run away on your own, they’ll kill them and still hunt you down. you gotta say, it was a tempting bargain that appealed to the sense of heroics in your heart. naturally, you have to choose where there is less blood shed. and as renjun lets go of your chin and lets you look over your shoulder to meet little naeun’s eyes, how she sobbed against her mother’s arms and shook her head and screamed…

“hurry, kitten. i don’t like to be kept waiting.”

you know what needs to be done.

“me. i’ll give you… me.”‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎

they stood playing a game of pool in the dead of night. it’s peaceful inside the estate while the city beyond rampaged and burned. they achieved their goal, had finally seen an end to a plan that had been set in motion for years. they’ve succeeded and the broken woman lying on the bed meters from the pool table is proof of their victory.

“don’t you just love it when an elaborate plan works like clockwork, injun?” he asks, voice like trickling honey as he hits number 9 with the cue ball.

the other, more petite male, rolls his eyes but doesn’t disagree. “oh, please, people like us always triumph, donghyuck. it’s nothing new. although i am surprised that little girl and her so-called “family” played along so well. almost had me fooled.”

“i agree. it's such a shame they had to go.”

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serenityseventeen · 4 years ago

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S.Coups (최승철):

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“The Return of Supercheol.”

synopsis: Choi Seungcheol, well known as the leader of SEVENTEEN, stage name S.Coups, is joining ‘The Return Of Superman’ show with his beautiful two-year-old daughter, Si-Eun. What is it like on the first morning with the new family?

genre: TROS(the return of superman)!au, parents!au, fluff

pairing: father!seungcheol x mother!reader (ft. daughter!si-eun)

a/n: I already made a previous one where he had a daughter so I decided to use the same name hehe + it's been a while since I've actually watched TROS but I only watched Seungjae, Haru, Hao (or Ha-oh), Jam Jam, William & Bentley, Naeun & Gunhoo, and Sian, now I don't watch much of it anymore but I remembered enough to make this :) + don't mind the title of this one, I didn't know what to call it lol

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Si-Eun woke up to the sound of birds chirping.

Her room was dark like usual. She quickly reached for her pink stuffed bunny that was always resting beside her bed with her.

After finding it, she dragged it along with her as she climbed out of her crib and headed for the door.

The MCs that were watching the show called her a smart and strong girl for being able to climb out of her rather tall crib.

Si-Eun walked into the living room with her bunny, whom she named Cherry.

Sunlight was shining through the house but Si-Eun did not see her mother or father in the living room.

Upon seeing the living room, the MCs commented on how large and clean the place was.

Si-Eun looked around to see some cute little pink houses (which were not actually houses) with a camera peeking out of them. She was a bit wary because she could see the people in the little houses.

There was a moment of complete silence before Si-Eun suddenly dashed off. She ran so quickly that even the MCs were impressed. She had left Cherry behind.

Si-Eun quickly opened the door to a bedroom, which was the parent's bedroom. She waddled quickly to Seungcheol, who was still sleeping and tapped his shoulder.

You were sleeping in Seungcheol's arms but awoke when the door busted open.

“Daddy, daddy,” Si-Eun said, her voice cute. To wake her father up, she gave him a quick peck on the lips. “There is someone in the house.”

You sat up and decided to play along. “There's someone in the house?”

You saw Si-Eun nod. Then she pressed her tiny index finger to her lips and made a “shhhh” sound.

Whispering, your daughter said, “If they are robbers, only dad can beat them with his strong arms, right?”

You tried to hold in your giggle. “That's right, let's wake him up.”

The MCs laughed at your daughter's cute words.

You lifted your daughter onto the bed and both of you leaned into your husband's ear. “Wake up, dad~~”

Seungcheol slowly opened his eyes, probably still half asleep.

“Dad, there are people in the house~!” Si-Eun got out of bed, taking her father's ring and pinky fingers with her tiny hand, dragging him out of bed. “Hurry, or else they might take Cherry!”

Seungcheol laughed and the MCs did too while watching the episode. They talked a little bit about your husband too.

You got out of bed and quickly followed after them.

“Dad, you're strong, right??”

“Of course, I'm superman.”

“Okay, then can you fly?”

Seungcheol laughed. “No, not yet~”

Together, he and Si-Eun walked back to the living room, where the ‘houses’ were at.

Si-Eun pointed to the houses when they walked into the living room. “That's them... are they bad people?”

“No, they are not bad people, but you did a good job running to me. You even left Cherry behind, didn't you?” Seungcheol walked over to Cherry, who was laying on the floor and picked him up.

Seungcheol handed Cherry back to his daughter, the natural sunlight flowing through the window blinded his eyes. Seungcheol laid down on the hard floor.

Si-Eun walked over to you, who was in the kitchen after brushing your teeth and washing your face.

“Si-Eun~ tell your father to go help you brush your teeth~” You said.

Si-Eun ran back to the living room and told her father what you said. They brushed their teeth together while looking at each other's reflections, Si-Eun in her father's arms so that she could see herself in the mirror.

While your husband and daughter ate their breakfast sweetly, you put on a coat. For the day, you were going to leave those two alone, by themselves.

Of course, you felt a bit uneasy, but considering how much time Si-Eun spends with her father, you also felt relieved.

You tied up Si-Eun's hair into cute pigtails and dressed her up in a cute white shirt with a lamb on it and some denim overalls.

When it was about time for you to leave, you went to Si-Eun to say your last goodbyes for the day.

“Where are you going, mom??” Si-Eun asked.

“I'm going to my mother's house. I'll be gone for a long time so stay with your dad, okay?”

“Okay!” Si-Eun happily agreed in almost an instant.

You waved goodbye again and gave both Si-Eun and Seungcheol a kiss on the cheek.

“Now that mom is gone, what would you like to do?” Seungcheol asked his daughter, who was jumping around with Cherry in her arms.

Si-Eun stopped to think, pouting a little.

“Is there something that your mommy didn't let you do?” Seungcheol asked, taking the hand of his beautiful daughter, Si-Eun. Si-Eun chuckled mischievously and then leaned toward her father's ear.

“Mommy didn't let me go to the playground yesterday because it was too cold,” Si-Eun said in a cute voice. Then she pointed to a large window. “It's bright today, isn't it?”

Seungcheol smiled and patted his sweet daughter on the back. “Should we go for a father-daughter picnic?” Seungcheol suggested.

Si-Eun nodded.

Your husband and daughter ended up going to the park, prepared for a picnic. They ate together and played on the playground together. Not only that, but Seungcheol also helped Si-Eun climb a tree!

The day ended with the two of them going back home and Si-Eun helping Seungcheol write lyrics. Seungcheol also taught Si-Eun to rap a little but in the end, she became a dancer instead.

Si-Eun copied the dances that her father used to perform and they had their own little concert in the house while you were gone.

In the end, Si-Eun was getting tired so Seungcheol picked her up and held her in his arms, talking to her as he wrote lyrics. She fell asleep in his arms.

“Such a lovely first day! After all that playing, beautiful Si-Eun must've been so tired!” The male MC said, with a small laugh.

“We have to appreciate Father Cheol too, he played with her so well and took such good care of her without her mother there,” The female MC continued. “Their father-daughter chemistry was truly superior!”

“Right, and Si-Eun was so cute! I'm going to look forward to all of their episodes!” The male MC exclaimed.

You were sitting in front of the TV, watching with a smile on your face throughout your husband and daughter's first episode on The Return of Superman.

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mndstom · 1 year ago

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It's always nice to receive pleasantries, especially from an attractive person, which is why she's looking at the glass on the bar counter, a sheepish smile tugging on her lips, and she tugs hair strands behind her ear. From the corner of her eye, Naeun can see the other nodding towards the direction of the dancefloor, and her dark hues turn towards it, spotting the man she's talking about. "You've been eyeing him, huh?" Playful, teasing words leave her mouth, and a grin tugs on her lips while her gaze turns back to the woman accompanying her. "It's the atmosphere. It's hard to be crashing when you're having fun." The female has had experience with it. The alcohol fades away from her body once she's in a quiet atmosphere, and before she knows it, she has fallen asleep even when she doesn't drink that much. Upon hearing the other has her own bakery, she wants to know more about it, but does she really want to talk about work - related stuff in a club? Which is why she doesn't ask further questions. "Oh. I own a dog café." And there's pride in her voice. Naeun is always proud to say she owns a dog café instead of following her father's footsteps and getting into his high - brand company. "Enough about work, though." Her dark hues turn back to the dance floor, the grin returning to her lips, and she glances at Seol. "Do you want to dance with me?" || @vicletnight

A soft hum escapes her with the other's teasing joke, despite how true it may have been. "Well, I can assure that you have been the best option by far," she spoke honestly before glancing to her left, nodding at one of the patrons on the dancefloor. "That guy has been pretty amusing, though. I think I've counted him having been turned down by about four different women by now?" She omitted the fact that she was one of those included of the four, simply as she felt mentioning this didn't bring anything special to her information. "And judging by the fact that he's dancing on his own I'd think he still hasn't had much success. But his energy levels haven't seemed depleted at all, which is what's most amusing." Sure, it was likely the increase of alcohol he was consuming, but this didn't change the fact nonetheless. Seol worried after her detailed analysis, however, that the observation may have been a little too odd for her company, a sheepish grin developing in hopes she didn't just scare the other away from her habits. As Naeun mentioned that she was happy to speak to the girl, however, this worry subsiding somewhat. Making a mental note not to go too far into detail, Seol being able to talk about her bakery for hours without doubt, she attempted a cool aura as she mirrored the other's lean on the bar. "I actually own my own bakery!" she beamed, her smile growing immeasurably larger with the mention of it, "moved here not long after I turned eighteen and found the perfect space." Punctuating this with a short but firm nod, her brow raised in curiosity before speaking once more, "what about you?" || @mndstom

#vicletnight #naeun; thread

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yoonia · 4 years ago

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cinnamon bliss ● chapter iii

➬ Subtitle | The long road home to you

➬ Pairings | Kim Seokjin x reader

➬ Genre | Single Father!Jin, Cafe Owner!reader, Unrequited Love!au, Angst, Future Smut

➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay in the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or to let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart in pieces.

↳ Ratings | PG-13

↳ Warning | involves grief, emotional battles, slow burn.

↳ Word count | 4,3k words

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chapter iii. autumn leaves

The cafe has been void of customers since you put up the ‘closed’ sign about an hour ago. Only you and the new waitress, Nari, are left in the cafe. You have finished packing up today’s leftovers—not that there is a lot of them left from both the kitchen and the display counter, thankfully—and you are now working on the accounting, filing up today’s sale while Nari is at the back kitchen, cleaning up today’s mess.

You have been working at the cashier instead of in the back office, making sure that you would notice it once your ride home is here. But you must have been too deep in your work that you missed out the sound of the front door’s bell ringing and you nearly jump when you suddenly hear a deep voice speaking to you.

“Are you ready?”

When you look up to find Minhyun standing there in front of the counter with a wide grin on his face, you know that he had done it on purpose. “God, you scared me,” you tell him while pressing a hand on your chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you,” he teases you with a grin still appearing on his face, which only makes you doubt his words even more, but you say nothing and simply shake your head. “Are you ready to go yet?” he asks you again before looking down on his watch. “We should be on the road now if we don’t want to miss dinner.”

Hearing this, you glance at the clock on the wall and grimace. “Oh, damn. I totally lost track of time. I had initially thought it was a good thing that we ran out of most of our baked goods today so I could close up early, but I got too invested in this,” you tell him, pointing on the laptop that you have been using to record the cafe’s accounting. He looks over and you begin telling him about all the recent purchases that you have made because both you and Naeun wanted to try some new recipes to add for this year’s holiday treats. “Give me 5 minutes to finish this up and we can go. I should probably fetch Nari too so she can go before it gets too dark. Do you want something to drink while you wait?”

Minhyun shakes his head. “Nah, I’m good. Just had coffee before I left the office. Go ahead and finish up while I sit right there,” he says, pointing at the long cushioned bench attached to the wall.

“Okay,” you tell him before disappearing into the back kitchen to find your young waitress.

Around ten minutes later, you bid your goodbyes to Nari and lock up the door while Minhyun goes to unlock his car, carrying the packed leftover baked goods in his arms to carry home. You keep your eyes on Nari as you watch her walking towards the nearest bus stop, making sure that she would get onto her ride home safely, when you notice an SUV driving slowly towards you. Right as the car reaches the cafe, the window rolls down and Soojin’s adorable face appears.

“Miss _______!”

“Why, hello there!” you call out to her and slowly approach the car when it finally halts. Just as you step closer, Seokjin peeks out from behind his daughter as he sits on the driver’s seat. Your heart skips a beat the moment you see his face, but you cover it with a smile as you cheerfully ask Soojin, “And where are you guys off to?”

“We’re going to grandma’s house!” she squeals out, making you laugh. Seokjin leans over so he could speak to you better and explains, “We’re heading to my parents for family dinner. Decided to pass by this street to avoid the traffic on the main road so we can get there faster.”

“Ah, I see,” you say, nodding. “We’re off to have a family dinner too,” you tell him, tilting your head to Minhyun, who is waiting by his car.

Only then does Seokjin finally realises that you had not been out there alone, and his gaze turns a bit hard and unreadable when he spots Minhyun, though he still regards the man with a nod. You fail to notice this exchange when you already have your eyes on the little girl who keeps hopping in her seat to gain your attention.

“So that’s why you didn’t come to visit today, huh? Were you afraid that you’d be too full for your grandma’s cooking?”

Soojin giggles. “Nooo—Daddy took me to the zoo today,” she says, bragging out her weekend adventure with a wide smile on her face. “But Daddy promised that we can come next Monday!”

“Monday?” her Dad says from behind her, acting surprised just to tease the little girl. “I thought you said that you can wait until Tuesday for your cinnamon bread.”

Soojin looks at him with her puppy eyes, pleading, “I changed my mind. I want marshmallows.”

“Do you, really?” Seokjin teases her, flickering his gaze on you to watch you laughing and playing along. “Fine, we’ll see if we can change it to Monday.”

“Yay!”

You have no choice but to chuckle softly at how adorable her reaction is. Still with a smile on your face, you turn to look at the father sitting behind her just as Seokjin turns his gaze on you. For a brief moment, time seems to stand still. As if you are connected with him right then through the silent exchange of gazes.

Seokjin blinks, breaking the moment when he glances to his daughter and nods his head to you. “Well, we should probably be going and leave you to it. Don’t want to make everyone at home waiting,” he says, giving you his breathtaking smile as he gets ready to drive off. “Have a great weekend,” he calls out to you while nodding at Minhyun who has been watching the exchange silently while leaning against his car.

“You guys enjoy your weekend too. Drive safely,” you answer him, waving your hand at Soojin as she screams her goodbyes when her father begins to drive away.

You remain standing there on the sidewalk as the car makes its way down the street. As they keep getting further away, you suddenly feel a sense of loss beginning to grow inside your chest. You have tried to ignore it before, even when your co-workers at the cafe would tease you about it. But you can no longer deny the way he would make you feel just by showing you his smile and that smouldering gaze of his whenever he is around.

“I think that little girl is officially your biggest fan,” Minhyun chuckles softly as he stands beside you, watching the car disappear in the corner when he over-dramatically sighs. “I don’t think the Dad is quite a fan of mine, though.”

You turn to look at him. “What? Why would you think that?” you ask him, frowning as you try to recall if there had ever been any sign of Seokjin not looking so pleased with him before. But then you quickly realise that it is not too often you would find Minhyun visiting the cafe except for the time he would come to pick you up or when he has time to help with special deliveries. “Oh, wait. Have I never introduced you two?”

Minhyun shrugs. “I don’t remember if you ever did,” he says while trying to recall ever meeting Seokjin and his daughter in the cafe before. “I don’t always step out of the car when I pick you up while the cafe is still with customers, so maybe that’s why there’s never a chance to. I’ve only known about them cause you always talk to me about those two each time they come around.”

Humming to yourself, you realise that you have never truly noticed this. “Yeah, he doesn’t always come on weekends too, so you must have missed each other,” you wonder out loud. “Hmmm, I should introduce you guys next time. Seokjin is really nice, and his little girl is the sweetest thing ever. Extremely smart too. I promise that you’ll enjoy talking to her. I always anticipate their visit because she is always so fun to be around.”

Minhyun raises his brows. “Just the little girl? And what about Dad?”

“Like I said, he is nice,” you answer him with a shrug, before you catch the sight of the sly looking grin coming to his face. “Don’t even dare—”

“I didn’t even say anything,” he teases you, before adding under his breath, “Yet.”

Scowling at him, you give him the hardest glare that you can muster as you point at him, “Good, keep it that way. Now let’s go. You know who Mom would blame if we get to dinner late since I’m not the one driving.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he says, though you can still hear him chuckling to himself as you walk around the car to get into the passenger’s seat.

Two weeks later, you catch Seokjin visiting on a late Saturday afternoon with an extra guest. It isn’t rare for him to have a friend or another family member joining him and Soojin on their little date together. Unlike their regular visits, this has been a new habit of theirs, as Seokjin had wanted to share the one good thing that they both have with the people who matters.

On this particular afternoon, Seokjin and his daughter is joined by a family friend, who Seokjin had introduced you to a few months back when he had first invited him with them.

“I’m this man’s best friend, Jaehwan. But feel free to call me Jae,” the man, Seokjin’s friend, had told you then. On his first visit, Jae had come with his own daughter, who was probably about a year or two older than Soojin. Today, however, he had come to join the father and daughter pair all on his own.

“You guys ready to order? What can I get you today?” you ask them when you come by to their booth to take their order. Both men had been in a deep conversation before you came over, though they still welcome you with a smile on each of their faces.

Seokjin turns to his daughter, who has been flipping through a picture book that her father had just gotten her earlier today, asking her what she would like to have with a teasing smile on his face, since Soojin has always chosen to order the same menu each time she comes in, along with her favourite drink.

Playing along, Soojin acts like she is thinking so hard while tapping on her chin. “Hmmm, let’s see,” she hums, and you just have to hold back a smile at her adorable face when she answers, “I think I would like to have hot chocolate and cinnamon bread.”

“Alright,” you answer while writing down the order into your notes. “And would you like to have some marshmallows on the side of your chocolate?”

Soojin gives you a wide, adorable grin. “Yes, please.”

Chuckling softly, you give her a little wink. “Got it.”

“Thank you, Miss ______.”

While she returns to her book, you take the other orders, even offering the new flavoured muffin that you had just added into the menu when Seokjin asks for a recommendation. “I’ll have those with a latte instead of chocolate, then. Just to have a taste.”

“Sure thing,” you answer him with a smile, before taking Jae’s order—a black coffee and a few cookies, with a box of cinnamon bread to take home for his daughter. “I’ll be right back.”

The cafe is exceptionally full today.

Which is not surprising, given that this is going to be the last weekend on fall season.

Outside, the autumn leaves have shrivelled and withered all over the ground, a sign that winter is already around the corner, and everyone seems to have a palate for something sweet this Saturday afternoon that customers just keep on coming and going, the sale continues to roll non-stop since the moment you opened the cafe in the morning. The cafe’s traffic of patrons has kept you busy that you barely have a lot of chances of coming over to Seokjin’s tiny party at their designated booth. Though you still make sure to give him and Soojin a few short visits to say hi whenever you walk past while helping out your waitress with the customers.

Two hours have passed by, and your favourite guests are still in their booth, one of them has switched their latte for a cup of iced water while the other had ordered himself a second cup of coffee. The two fathers are currently talking to each other, still deep into their chat, while Soojin has long dozed off with her head resting on Seokjin’s side.

You glance at them as you walk past by, carrying a tray of steaming hot drinks and plates of bread for a table nearby. Never one to pry, you don’t exactly feel too curious about what they might be talking about. But the customers you are serving are sitting only a seat away from them, not too close to have your presence interrupting their conversation, but close enough to hear a glimpse of their conversation.

“…but seriously, have you really never considered dating again?” you hear Jae’s speaking in a low voice. They have probably kept their voices down as they continue to speak to each other to keep people from listening in on their private business while making sure their talk wouldn’t wake Soojin from her short nap. But all of a sudden, his question makes you perk up a little, curious to hear more.

It is making you feel slightly guilty for keeping your attention on their talk as you set your customers’ orders down, but you cannot help the curiosity that is suddenly growing in you when you wait for Seokjin’s answer.

In all honesty, this would not be the first time you accidentally hear someone close to Seokjin asking him about the possibility of him meeting someone new. And you may have grown used to hearing his answers, to have him telling them just how much the thought of dating another woman is troubling him just a bit too much.

Something that you can absolutely relate to.

Because you know the kind of wound that his loss had left behind and how hard it would be to heal that from it. Not everyone can fill the void inside you so easily. And you know that he is feeling the same thing. You have come to know that Seokjin has been using these visits with Soojin to fill that void for both of them, and nobody but you can understand his need to keep things simply for the two of them instead of replacing his late-wife so early.

Seokjin sighs briefly before finally answering, “I don’t know. I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

“Really? You sure about that?” Jae chuckles a little. “It’s been what—? A year now?”

You don’t have to look over to them to know that Seokjin is gritting his teeth at the moment when he grows silent. No, not yet, you wonder silently, keeping count of the days in your head. Just like you did many years ago, he must have been counting the days since he had lost her. And as someone who was here to witness the day this beautiful man had come in carrying the pain from his loss while bearing his daughter’s pain at the same time, you can still remember the actual day.

It wouldn’t be a year until next month.

“Not yet,” you hear Seokjin responding with a strained voice then clears his throat. “Almost. It’ll be a year within the next month.”

When both men fall silent to Seokjin’s response, you pull back, already done helping your customer that you send them a smile. After whispering to let them know that they can call out for you anytime they need to, you make your way to the next table to clean up the mess that had been left behind by the previous customers. Just in time to hear them speaking again.

“It’s not too soon. It won’t be, especially if having someone might be able to help you with Soojin too,” Jae calmly tells him. “At least you won’t have to run back and forth in the middle of the day to pick her at school. No need to leave her in the day care center while you go back to work if you have someone to help you watch over her.”

“I can’t. It’s just—” Seokjin sighs. “I can’t imagine replacing her. Not yet. Still too soon, both for me and for Soojin. Maybe once Soojin is a bit older.”

Jae chuckles. “You keep saying that until you end up being too old to care.”

This time, Seokjin joins him, laughing softly at his fiend’s chiding. “Maybe that’s just how it’s supposed to be.”

Once you are done prepping the table, you turn away to make your way back to the counter, stealing a glance at Seokjin as they continue to chat. Seeing him from this distance, you cannot really blame Jae for being insistent in convincing Seokjin to move on and start looking for someone new.

Seokjin has always done the best he could to hide it from everyone else, especially Soojin and those he is close to, but you can see it in his eyes whenever you talk to him. The grief and the agony that he still harbours inside him that would sometime appear in his gaze. You can see it when he would talk about Soojin, or when he mentions anything regarding to his late-wife. You have no idea why he would allow you to see it or why he has no reservations in showing them to you when he barely knows your story, but you have always been glad to take the role, to give him your shoulder to lean on when he needs a friend to share his pain.

Just as you turn to look away, Seokjin’s gaze finds you. For one fleeting moment, his mask shatters for you to see what he has kept hidden underneath, before he puts that mask back on the moment he smiles, showing a brave face in its place, the same face that he wears when he turns back to his buddy once again.

Seokjin’s head is starting to pound with how insistent Jaehwan has been about trying to make him go on a date.

He has always been so stubborn whenever he brings this up. Especially since there is a possibility that Jaehwan might have found a candidate to match with Seokjin and had decided to play matchmaker for that reason alone. Seokjin bites his tongue to hold back from telling him off. If there is someone in this booth who would be eligible to start dating again, it wouldn’t be him, when his friend is another single father and he has been one for even longer than Seokjin has been.

A movement catches Seokjin’s attention, and he looks over to watch you leaving the empty table you had been cleaning and sends you a smile before he let you go back to work. Even as he was chatting with Jaehwan, Seokjin has been stealing glances towards you, secretly watching you work since the moment you left the counter to deliver orders to other tables before moving to clean the empty tables around him.

He tells himself that he only did so to distract himself from Jae’s constant nagging. But then he suddenly started wishing that you could have joined them instead. Perhaps having you sitting here with them would have helped stop Jae from trying too hard to make him agree about dating again.

“What about her?” Jae suddenly whispers once you are away and out of earshot.

“What?” Seokjin turns to ask him. “Who?”

Jaehwan tilts his chin towards the counter. “The cafe owner. She’s pretty, and she seems nice. I can tell that Soojin loves her company too,” he says, grinning wide while he has his eyes flickering between Seokjin’s face and the sight of you handling the cashier. “I can tell that you guys get along easily.”

He is certainly not wrong there, Seokjin silently admits as he steals another glance towards you. His lips turn into a small grin when he sees you laughing with a customer, a young girl on her early teens who seems to be having trouble choosing a cake to take home with.

“Are you sure there’s nothing going on between you?”

Seokjin turns back to his friend, finding him grinning. Shoot, he must have caught it, he curses inwardly for letting himself go, though he has to admit that seeing you so focused on your work truly pleases him.

“She’s a good person. And no, we’re just friends,” he simply says, keeping his face cool and composed before he goes on to tell Jaehwan the reason why he had become so friendly with you. He explains how you had helped both he and Soojin on the first visit he had made to this cafe, right on the day he needed to find a shelter from the bad weather and from the world that had seemed to be closing in on him since the moment he had to witness his late-wife being lowered into the ground.

Jaehwan gives him a grim smile as he listens to his story, before he slyly grins. “Really? So you really do come here for her cinnamon bread, huh?”

Seokjin scowls at his friend and tosses a napkin on his face. “Knock it off,” he chides his best friend, chuckling when Jae falls back on his seat while snickering. Seokjin shakes his head. “She has a family already, alright? I don’t think it’s even appropriate to consider making a move on her.”

Jae shrugs and picks up his coffee. “Fine. I’m just saying. But you really should look for someone like her. It could work, right?”

“Maybe. I don’t know,” Seokjin answers him with a low voice. He looks down at Soojin, wondering if either of them would be ready to allow anyone else into their lives. Then Jae’s words come back into his head, making him admit that someone like you could make it work. He cannot resist thinking about it when he remembers the way you could easily make her smile or laugh the way she used to with her mother when she was still alive.

“So I guess she’s married, huh?” Jaehwan asks, and Seokjin thinks back about a few weekends ago when he saw you leaving the cafe. He admits that he doesn’t really know whether you are married or if you have a serious relationship with anyone.

As he is wondering about this, he suddenly regrets the fact that he had never allowed himself to talk about personal stuff with you to the point that he has yet to truly know a thing about your true story. The only thing he knows is that he recognises the man who was here to pick you up that night. He had seen him waiting for you outside of the cafe multiple times, on the rare occasions where Seokjin had stayed here long enough that he only left the cafe near the time you had to close shop.

As he is making a mental note to confirm this, he looks up to see Jaehwan glancing towards the counter with a conspicuous glint in his eyes. A look that Seokjin certainly does not enjoy seeing, especially when he finally understands just what he had been implying to when he was asking about you.

“What are you thinking now, huh? Just because I wasn’t thinking of dating her doesn’t mean that you can,” Seokjin chides on him, making Jaehwan laughs. Shaking his head, Seokjin can only scoff at what his friend might be thinking. Even if Jae is a single father as he is, his situation is completely different that the one he finds himself in.

Seokjin was there when his best friend was going though his divorce, and had witnessed how it had left him heartbroken to have his family falling apart. And then he had witnessed how easily his friend had moved on, and how he continues to date different people for the past three years while sharing custody of his children with his ex-wife. Which had been the reason why he had become the third wheel on this date, since it is his ex-wife’s turn to share the weekend with their daughter.

Thinking about it, perhaps that was the reason why Jaehwan could find it so easy to urge Seokjin to find a way to move on. The causes of their pain had always been different, and so are the ways in which they have chosen to face them as they continue on living after their worlds had fallen apart.

Still chuckling playfully, Jae teases Seokjin with a wink, “Easy there, tiger. As someone who is so against dating her, you sound so possessive of her already.”

Seokjin shakes his head and tries to ignore Jaehwan’s accusations. With another glance towards you as you are waving goodbye at the teen that you have been serving to, Seokjin tells himself that he simply wants to make sure to keep you from getting into trouble with his best friend, the same way you have been keeping him out of trouble.

Nothing more.

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