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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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𝑫𝒂𝒅! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑪𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑲𝒊𝒅𝒔

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong smiled proudly as he finished putting on the top coat on his daughter's tiny finger nails. Blowing on them softly, he admired his work of painting on a cute array of different glittery red and blue designs on each nail.

"Oh you already look so pretty my darling. Now let's finish up your hair."

Going behind her, he began to brush her hair, making sure not to pull too hard, not wanting accidentally hurt her.

"You know darling, daddy once had his hair those colors." He told her as he watched her admire her tiny painted nails.

The little girl, whipped her head around, an incredulous look on her face as she looked at her father's natural hair color.

"Don't worry. There was a time mommy didn't believe me when she saw my natural hair color."

His hands skillfully managed to make her hair into a ponytail and he fastly secured it with a a red scrunchie.

"Speaking of mommy, we're going to pick her up from work and then go out as a family to the park. What do you say?"

The girl immediately nodded, clapping her hands cautiously, not wanting to mess up her still drying nails. Picking her up, Hongjoong placed her on his arm and kissed her forehead.

"You're such a little cutie. You get that from your mommy...."

Holding up his finger to his lips, he continued:

"Don't tell her though. Remember she doesn't like being called cute."

He made her pinky promise not to say anything.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa had just finished helping your son brush his teeth and tucked him into bed. Kissing him goodnight, he made his way back into your room.

"Seonghwa?" You called out for him.

"Tell me love." He answered as he got into bed with you, his arm instantly pulling you against him.

"Do you think he's ready? Sleeping on his own from now on?" You asked him, full of worry.

Chuckling, he kissed the top of your head.

"Baby he's already 4 years old. I think it's perfectly fine for him to sleep in a room of his own."

You nodded softly, still unsure about it.

"Darling, his room is right next to ours and you saw how crazy and excited he was with picking out his bed and decorations. I think even he was anxious to move out of mommy and daddy's room." He teased you.

You huffed softly. "I miss my tiny baby."

"Oh how will you hold up when he goes to college?"

Right at that moment, a tiny head peeked into the room.

"Mommy." Your son cried out, his tiny legs running over and crawling up the bed and onto your lap.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" You asked.

"I wanna sleep here." He answered as he began making his way in between you two, getting under the covers and smiling at you two.

Seonghwa looked at you, about to say no but failing the moment he saw you pouting your lips. He looked back down at your son who had a similar puppy look on his tiny face.

Seonghwa had to admit defeat at his two babies ganging up on him.

"I guess one more night won't hurt. "

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Even though his hands were already full with the two baby carriages, Yunho somehow still managed to open the door for you.

"I made sure the house would be clean and spotless for when you all got here."

Your hands covered your mouth as you saw the big "Welcome home" banner that Yunho had put up the day before.

"Oh my god." You exclaimed.

"Oh. Wait til you see the nursery. And I want you two to see it as well."

Leading the way, Yunho and you walked down the hall and stopped in front of the room you had originally picked out to be the nursery. Although you had both started decorating it, you never got to fully finish it after you got further along in the pregnancy. And Yunho really wanted it to be a surprise for you and the twins you were carrying.

"Close your eyes." He told you.

You did as he asked and waited patiently for his next instructions. Putting the carriers down for a second, Yunho opened the door and quickly brought the babies inside.

"Now you can look."

You gasped as you took in the beautiful pink nursery. The two cribs had the girl's respective names carved into them so it'd be easier to tell them apart. The walls were decorated with flowers and butterflies, and the diaper station was already installed in the corner. It made you tear up how much work he put into it.

"Oh my God Yunho....thank you so much." You sobbed.

"No.....thank you for giving me not one, but two blessings." He pecked your lips.

Turning back to the babies, he picked them up in his hands.

"All right, now how about we figure out who goes in which bed cause I'm already confused."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang calmly stirred the baby food before looking at the baby in front of him.

"Ok sweetheart time to eat. So....open up."

Yeosang held up a spoonful of the food, but his 5 month old son simply looked away towards where Seonghwa was standing.

"Hey no no no. Don't look at Uncle Seonghwa, look at me, look at daddy. Look at daddy's hand! He has food!"

Yeosang swirled the spoon around, mimicking airplane noises as he held up the spoon right in front of the baby's face. Still his son made no initiative to eat it.

"Pleeeease eat the food! Your mom will be so mad if she finds out I couldn't feed you." Yeosang was now whining and sulking at this point.

Rolling his eyes, Seonghwa went over and snatched the spoon away from him.

"You're doing this all wrong Yeosang. Watch and learn."

Taking Yeosang's place, Seonghwa cooed at the baby, holding up the spoon again.

"Mam-ma?" Seonghwa did his infamous aegyo.

Yeosang was about to say something, but then he saw his son giggle and happily accept the food. Yeosang's arms dropped to his sides.

"Seriously? He listens to you but not me? I'm his father!" Yeosang complained.

"You'll learn in time Yeosang. I'm already on baby number three while you're on your first. Give yourself time. You'll soon learn how easy it is."

He gave the utensils back to Yeosang so he could finish. Sighing softly, Yeosang attempted it

"Mam-ma?" He was embarrased but elated when he finally got to feed his son himself.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San had a huge smile plastered on his face. He was holding his 6 year old son's hand, the little toddler happily skipping about, sometimes landing big jumps that caused San to almost let go of him.

"Somebody is excited." You chuckled as you adjusted your 1.5 year old daughter on your arms.

"Of course he's excited. It's his first day of school. He's going to make a lot of friends and he's going to make us proud. Right buddy?"

The little boy nodded and almost ran off when he finally caught sight of the entrance to the school. San however was faster and caught him.

"Ok ok slow down bud. First things first."

Setting him down, he began opening his backpack.

"Do you have all your school books and utensils?"

San began to check that they didn't forget anything he would need. Satisfied that he had everything, San kissed his forehead.

"Say bye to mommy and your baby sister."

You put the girl down so she could give her older brother a kiss on the cheek, which he made a cringing face at but still accepted. Then he went over and kissed your cheek, saying a goodbye before sauntering off to class. You and San just looked at him, feeling somewhat nostalgic. Your thoughts were interrupted when your daughter let out a squeal and tried to run after her brother.

"Oh no way missy! You don't get to leave me for another 4 years......maybe 40." San giggled as he picked her up.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"27, 28, 29, 30! Ok! Ready or not here I come!"

Running down the hall, Mingi began his quest of finding out where his daughter was hiding at. He first checked under all the beds, knowing she would usually fit her tiny body underneath them.

"Ahh I see you're getting more clever now."

Chuckling, he went to the bathroom, sneaking in very quietly.

"Gotcha! Oh wait no." Mingi felt flustered when he didn't see two large eyes looking back at him when he pulled back the curtain.

"Seriously, where can that girl be?" He asked as he went back to the kitchen to search.

Puzzlement soon turned to panic as Mingi couldn't find her anywhere. He began running frantically all over the place, searching every corner and shelf, but still there was no trace of his little girl.

"Haha...ok princess you win..... so please come out now....." He called out, unable to mask the worry in his voice.

But the girl didn't respond and now he was freaking out.

"Oh my God! I lost my own daughter! What will I tell Y/N?! She's gonna kill me! I'm a horrible father! Sweetheart where are you?!"

He was on the verge of crying when he saw some shuffling coming from one of the curtains. Mingi walked over there and pulled the curtain back, relieved and shocked to find his daughter laying on the huge window sill, hugging her bunny plush, sleeping soundly. Mingi let out a sigh of relief.

"God what a scare you gave me." He said as he picked her up and carried her back to her room.

Gently, he layed down on his bed, his arms holding her against him. He smiled at her tiny sleeping figure.

"Oh look. You pout in your sleep just like your mom. Never noticed that."

Kissing her nose, he decided to take a nap alongside her as well, exhausted from the terrifying moment he just went through.

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung definitely wasn't having the best time of his life as he peeled the diaper open.

"Ew ew ew ew." Wooyoung looked away, not wanting to see the mess caused by his 3 month old son.

You however stood behind him, watching him and trying to direct him, although right now you were merely rolling your eyes at how dramatic he was being.

Wooyoung took a quick glance and groaned.

"Why are babies so gross?"

You smacked him on the head for that.

"You wanted a baby? Well now you have to learn to take care of him. I go back to work in one month and I sure as hell aren't leaving my kid in your care if you're not ready." You told him.

"Ok fine! Geez. Just don't pressure me. I'm new at this."

Wooyoung struggled to get the diaper off and rolled up to throw away, but once he did, it seemed he got passed the hard part. You then proceeded to show him how to wipe the baby's bottom and the importance of using the cream the doctor prescribed to prevent diaper rash or any infection. Wooyoung seemed to be doing fine, all he had left to do now was put on a clean diaper.

"AAAAHHHH!"

Wooyoung screeched loudly when your son decided it would be a fun idea to pee at that moment, landing right on Wooyoung's chest. You bursted out laughing, literally doubling over and slapping your knee.

"Oh my God! That was so funny!" You exclaimed.

"What the heck?! Why would you do that?! Attack your own father like that?!"

Grabbing the diaper, he handed it to you.

"Take care of your son."

"He's your son too Woo." You reminded him.

"He's only my son when he's a little angel and is well behaved. Right now, he's strictly yours."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

"All right. Now here's what you're going to do. You're just going to kick that ball into that net as hard as you can."

Getting into position, Jongho waited for his son to kick the ball. The boy ran as fast as he could and kicked the ball, but not hard enough so it was easy for Jongho to catch it.

"Good job buddy! Just a little bit more."

Tossing the ball back, he once again got into a goalie position, watching in amusement as his son tried once again to kick it into the net but failed as it didn't even reach anywhere near it, the boy getting a little sad.

"It's ok. Don't worry about it. You'll get the hang of it soon." Jongho assured him.

"Daddy I want to try!" His sister, who up to now had been helping you prepare food, now stood up and ran over, not wanting to be left out.

"Ok baby girl, give it a try." He tossed the ball to her, which she surprisingly caught rather easily.

"What can you sissy little girl do?" Your son taunted her.

"Put a stick on it." She stuck her tongue out at him, which you quickly chastised her for.

The little girl surprised everyone when she kicked the ball so hard and fast that even Jongho couldn't block it, it just flew past him. Jongho was so surprised and soon he was happy.

"That's my little girl! Daddy's girl!" He shouted as he ran over to her and began parading her around the soccer field, already planning on having her take soccer lessons.

Your son on the other hand, stomped all the way back to where you were, huffing slightly. You hugged him.

"Don't worry. You know you'll always be mommy's boy."

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monstaxdirtywonk · 5 years ago

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Love of the Moonlight

You still remember that night. You were wondering around, scared of your own shadow, trying to reach home as soon as possible. You thought you heard something, but you were too focused on walking, secretly afraid of turning your head to face whatever or whoever that might be. Your heart was beating fast, tinting your cheeks red, heat rising all over you, despite the cold night. You had to run as fast as possible, maybe, you thought, you were overreacting for no reason. You couldn’t hear footsteps approaching, but you were sure, all of a sudden, there were footsteps right behind you. You checked for a shadow next to you, there was none. Your blood ran cold as you slowly turned your head, and took the glimpse of a man. The moment he realized, he grabbed you by the neck in an almost paranormal speed and pinned you against the nearby wall. Your eyes grew wide, that was it, you thought. The man, placed his hand around your neck and applied pressure, one that danced against your pulse. He seemed to enjoy this as his delicate finger tracked the vein. His grin grew wider and he formed teeth longer than those of the average human. You thought you were seeing things. How is that possible, you wondered. Who is this man and what does he want? He hadn’t kill you yet, so why did he attack you all of a sudden. He hissed and went straight to your neck. You closed your eyes, frightened, wishing this was just a nightmare. When you opened them, your neck still in tact, you couldn’t believe he was gone. In fact, he was beaten up and laid on the street, approximately 2 meters away from you. Another man was in front of you this time. You flinched and he noticed. “Easy” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you” You didn’t know if you could trust him, saving you wasn’t enough. Despite looking mysterious however, he seemed friendly and gentle. He had black longish hair and a very intense gaze. His eyes were apparent even in this ebony colored night. “Thank you” you said carefully, trying to appear collected. You were far from that. “Ah my name’s Seonghwa” he raised his hand, proposing a handshake. You gave your hand too, making contact with his cold hand. It was the weather, you guessed. “Y/N” you replied. “I gotta go now. Thank you for that tho. You’ll call the police right?” “Yes I’ll do it myself” he said, proposing to get you home too. This was a very creepy idea, you didn’t want a random stranger to know where you live. “No thank you. I’ll be fine.” you exhaled deeply. He warned you to be more careful and you left after thanking him again.

“How many times do I have to tell you fucker to not feed out of random people?” Seonghwa nagged while grabbing the other man’s shirt. “We were almost caught. Do you want humans to know we exist? They’re gonna impale us like in the Middle Ages. That’s why, you and your thirsty ass has to keep a distance from people.Understood?” The man nodded. He was inferior to Seonghwa and didn’t want to mess up even more. “Home.Now.” Seonghwa ordered and the man complied as if he was a trained dog. Seonghwa looked towards your side, you were far gone, but he was able to hear your heartbeat. One of the many superpowers his kind has. He didn’t want attacks from his clan. But maybe in your case, it was more than that. How can it be though? He saw you for a couple of seconds. Probably never to be seen again. He was wrong. Unable to keep the distance he so hightlighted before, he stayed hidden within the shadows, keeping an eye on you every time you were coming home late at night. Seonghwa knew that was much more than a friendly concern, but couldn’t control it. How can a creature of the night approach her? He’d seem terrifying in her eyes. Her savior, turned to a thread. Seonghwa let go. It was the only thing he had to do. There was no point in this. You belonged to different worlds and colors. The moment you were living, he was hiding and vice versa. But fate had other plans.

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Seonghwa was sitting in his office. The clan had a separate motel of terror, in which the members were living. It was comfortable but old, like them. There were some servants, abducted by the vampires and feeders. Those were the people that were doing the dirty work. Very few and faithful, they guaranteed their silence. He had a separate home as well, but spent much of his time there. He didn’t want to admit it, but he felt lonely often. There was no point in being at home, it was a cold and inhospitable place. As he was deep in thought, he heard shouting outside and Jared, a member of the Clan, came in running and panting. “What is it?” Seonghwa asked. “They bought humans. As if feeders weren’t enough…” Seonghwa was a gentle and mature vampire. He had been ‘alive’ since the 19th century after all. However, he had some rare moments of anger, rare but filled with terror. His eyes turned red and he stepped outside, ready to fight and yell, even attack the fellow vampires. “How many times-” his voice was caught short when he saw you. He couldn’t believe in his eyes. He forgot everything and just stared, time stopped around him. “I’m sorry master but the feeders aren’t enough for us, our needs grow” the vampire said. “This..isn’t .. a reply.” he brushed his hair nervously and collected himself. “If any of you do this again, I’ll kick you out of the clan. Understood?” he yelled, making everyone flinch. Seonghwa wasn’t bad. Not at all. Actually, he got so mad out of his care for the others. Vampires were a myth of popular culture, they had to stay like that. Things were dangerous out there. Your breathing was irregular, panic taking over you. You were tied up, next to another man. He was tied up also, abducted, not a vampire it seemed. The vampire that just yelled, seemed all too familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. This was complete nonsense. As a sceptic, you’d swear vampires are fictional characters created by gothic writers. But no, they exist and they are right in front of your eyes. Seonghwa moved his hand, nodding for Jared to come closer. He whispered instructions in his ear, ones that had you in tense already. Jared came back, he untied the man’s rope and looked at him deep in the eyes. “If you tell anyone, we’ll come for your ass.” he threatened. The man nodded scared, but relieved he was free to leave. You spoke up, hesitantly. “What…abou-t me?” Seonghwa didn’t want to frighten you. You were scared enough. But he couldn’t let you go either. It was fate in his eyes. It meant something. He commanded everyone to leave and so they did. You were even more scared now.

“I’m sorry for that.” he said, coming closer. You flinched again. “Don’t be scared. I’m only untieing you” You extended your hands for him. When he moved closer, you remembered… “You’re the man…from the attack, right?” He didn’t expect you to remember him. “Yes” he replied, somehow excited you did so.

“That’s why you saved me then” you put things together, it made sense now. “Yes. I’ll do everything to keep us a secret.” “A secret I won’t reveal.“ you said "Just let me go.” He wanted to. He hated seeing you distressed but he couldn’t let you slip off his hand just like that. You stood up and went towards the wooden table. Your bag was placed there and that movement made his non existent heart to sink. “Please don’t leave” he muttered. Your bag opened too wide and a book fell off on the floor. “You read?” he asked, finding the opportunity for small talk. “Occasionally��. you responded. “ Will you read for me?” he asked softly while searching for the cover. It was an anthology of poems. “I’ll choose a random page.” Seonghwa said “47.” You opened the book and went through the pages in an aggressive pattern. Maybe even anxious, he thought. Seonghwa gave you some space, but you still felt threatened by him. He didn’t realize he seemed like such a monster in your eyes. Little did he know, it was the other way around. Seonghwa was too alluring for your senses. You tried so hard to keep your distance, but there was no clear line at this point. As you went through the pages, your finger got caught in a sheet’s corner and a whine left your lips. The white of the page, got tinted in red. You were truly scared by now. Seonghwa, like a shark, couldn’t help himself this time. He grabbed your hand and moved it closer to his mouth. Your heart was beating so fast, his extraordinary sense of hearing noticed this. He placed his tongue against your fingertip, cleaning you up with a simple swipe. “I’ve told you. You shouldn’t be scared” “How? I mean, they say that vampires get greedy with blood. I didnt know if you were real till yesterday, all I know is based on movies and I don’t even know if they are accurate.” “It’s kind of accurate actually. But it depends on age. I’ve been around for almost 3 centuries now, so I’ve learned how to pull back.” You admired his self control. He was scared he wouldn’t be able to maintain it around you. Seonghwa was wrong. Little by little you grew closer. You enjoyed his company and vast experience in life. He enjoyed your presence and cheerfulness. He felt alive again, you painted his world in pink. One night, while walking along towards your home, he found the courage to asked you out. “Will you be mine?” His question, awfully cheesy, but sweet and sincere, made you say yes. His signature bright smile, lit up his face. He wished goodnight and left, never crossing boundaries physically, but mentally, those had been destroyed by now. A gentleman of the old times. A wise soul, that made you see things in a frightened way. Even a monster after all, can better than most humans, you thought.

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mingishoe · 5 years ago

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The Christmas Dinner

Summary: You go to your parents Christmas dinner for work and you two get forced to sit next to each other

Reader x Seonghwa

Fluff and hints of smut

use of the word “oppa” a few times (literally once)

25 Days of Christmas- Day 5

Word count- 2.3k (unedited)

12-5-19

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You absolutely loved Christmas. It was your favourite time of the year, but this time specifically you dreaded. It was time for your mother's Christmas dinner. You were usually the only non-employee there because your mom usually takes advantage of the fact the company pays and you get a free dinner, which you aren’t really complaining about free food. It was normally a bunch of old guys and middle aged women along with two or three younger people near your age. It was a formal event so you wore the fanciest dress you could find. The dress you decided to wear was a short black dress that went a few inches above your knees. The top of the dress was embroidered with sequins and rhinestones that made your cleavage stand out. You looked in the mirror and saw your curled hair that fell perfectly around your shoulders and your sparkly makeup that would make anyone want to look in your direction. You honestly looked hot, too bad there wasn’t anyone you could fuck in the restroom. Just kidding… unless… anyway y’all were running a little late and it may or may not be your fault. Your family finally arrived at the restaurant and you had to practically run after your parents while wearing heels. You were way behind them since you decided to be an idiot and wear heels. Everyone was now sitting at the long table including your parents. Everyone’s eyes were on you, obviously, because you were running in the room with your heels clicking on the floor looking like a crazy person. You saw the only empty seat was at one of the ends next to a boy you didn’t know. You looked at your mom cursing her for leaving you by yourself. You awkwardly sat next to the boy after giving him a small smile. You immediately took the menu and began looking at it trying to make yourself look as un-awkward as possible. You honestly were too scared to look at anyone because you probably looked crazy. You look up and turn to find your mom but you immediately made eye contact with the boy next to you and you feel your heart stop in your chest. He’s cute. No, he’s perfect. You feel a blush start to creep up on your cheeks and you hear a chuckle next to you, “I’m Seonghwa.” You turn to look at who you know who is Seonghwa, “I-I’m Y/N.” You watched as his eyes scanned you, eyes lingering on your chest. You also took a minute to look him over, he had dark hair that went over his piercing brown eyes. He was so good looking it physically made your heart feel like it was gonna pop out of your chest. He looks back to your face with a smirk, “so, what’re you doing here?” You gestured to your parents, “they dragged me here so they wouldn’t have to make me dinner.” He laughed and even his laugh was beautiful, “Yeah same, except I volunteered to come for the free food.” You made a noise of understanding, “yeah, I did that the first year then my mom thought I liked it so now I’ve been dragged here for the past 3 years. Is your mom or dad new at the company? This is the first time I’ve seen you.” He nods, “yeah, it’s gonna be a year in late January. For the first 20 minutes we were sitting here I honestly regretted coming here. But then, a cute girl came in running in heels and it made it a lot more interesting.” Your heart was beating so hard in your chest, you were sure Seonghwa could hear it from where he was sitting. You looked down and bit your lip to contain your squeal. “Y-yeah… You’re gonna regret it anyways probably. I’m not the most interesting person to talk to.” He was about to respond but got cut off since we had to order. You usually got the garlic roasted spaghetti but now that you’re sitting next to a cute boy, you weren’t gonna do that to either of you. You were listening to the other orders to see if there was anything that caught your interest, but of course you didn't, so you end up getting the homemade ravioli. You and Seonghwa were basically secluded as you two were at the very end and there wasn’t any chairs in front of either you or seonghwa so it’s most likely no one is even noticing either of you. You were getting uncomfortable in the stupid dress you were wearing. You never wore dresses, not even to parties or certain fancy events, but since you were representing your mom you thought it was the least you could do. “So… Tell me about yourself.” You look up at him with a small pout, “I’m not very interesting. I like really boring things to be honest…” Seonghwa was already so interested in you he’d probably think it was cool if you said you collected sponges. “Umm… well, I like watching documentaries mostly ones about history and even the nature ones… like the ones about cute pandas and tigers. I also have a record player and I collect a bunch of vinyls because I like the aesthetic… Umm- I also study a lot about film making even though I really have no interest in actually ever doing it… S-sorry, I’m just rambling now.” Seonghwa thought you were literally the cutest. He knew you for maybe 30 minutes max and he already wanted to give you the whole world. You honestly looked kinda intimidating to him because of how you looked, like your makeup and the outfit you were wearing, but when you talked you sounded so soft and he wanted to cuddle you. “No, it’s okay,” he was looking at you with the cutest smile and honestly you were whipped and you didn’t even know him. “I think it’s cute, you’re cute.” You were blushing hard. It was obvious to the both of you. After a few seconds of just kinda staring at each other you hear your name being called. “Hey babe- say hi to Mr and Mrs Park, they’re Seonghwa’s parents.” Your mom calls to you from a few chairs down. You look to where she’s at and you see people who resemble Seonghwa so you assume they’re his parents. You greet them politely as they do the same. You look to Seonghwa and his cheeks are dusted pink from embarrassment. “Wow~ you’re so much more beautiful in person from the pictures your mom has shown me.” You thank her as she’s giving you more compliments, “you know… you and Seonghwa would make a cute couple, he’s only two years older than you. And he’s been single for quite some time now.” She winks at you and your mom laughs next to her. Poor Seonghwa looks like he’s about to die of embarrassment, his head in his hands and you can see how red his ears are, “you know Mrs. Park, I might just take up on that offer.” You wink back at her and she giggles turning to your mom as they have a little moment. You see Seonghwa peak out of his hands and look at you with wide eyes. Once again he was interrupted by the waiter starting to bring the food to our table. After you get your food you turn to Seonghwa and joke, “look, I’m a really messy eater so please don’t feel the need to see me spill all my food on myself.” He looks between you and your food, “hmm… tempting offer, but I’d rather watch,” you offer a scowl but smile right afterwards. You pick up a ravioli with your fork and you can feel Seonghwa watching you. You awkwardly turn with the food halfway in your mouth, Seonghwa laughs but turns so you can eat peacefully. You two eat in a comfortable silence for a while, “want a bite?” You offer with a ravioli on your fork. He nods and opens his mouth for you to feed him. You put a hand under the fork so you would spill anything and stain his pants, “swoosh! swoosh! swoosh!” You attempt to make the best airplane noises you could while bringing the fork to his mouth. You both start laughing as the ravioli enters his mouth. Seonghwa covers his face as his heart explodes in his chest by how cute you are. He nods in approval as he swallows a mouthful of food. He then offers you a bite of the stake he got. In acceptance you open your mouth and Seonghwa does a similar thing to you but makes cute “boing” noises as he feeds you the steak. You’re attempting to chew the steak with a huge smile on your face. You throw him a thumbs up in approval of his steak. You both fall into comfortable conversation about your life, school, and random things like what your favourite nature documentary is. In a span of around 2 hours you developed the biggest crush on Seonghwa and you don’t know what to do with yourself. You know that probably after this you’re probably never going to talk to Seonghwa again unless your parents decided to play Cupid. You know the dinner is almost over as you can see people starting to finish their dessert and for once you’re wishing it would last longer. You and Seonghwa were sharing a piece of chocolate cake and your mom decided it would be the perfect time to ruin the little moment you two were having. “Come on lovebird, we’re leaving.” You sighed disappointingly as you gave Seonghwa a smile and started to stand up. “Y-you know, Mrs. Y/LN, I drove here by myself and if it isn’t a problem I could take Y/N home sometime later?” You bit your lip trying to hide the smile that was threatening to take over your face. Your mother looked between you and Seonghwa then to your father who honestly just looked like he wanted to leave already. “Is that alright with you y/n?” Your mother asked and you nodded comically sitting back down, “y-yeah it’s fine.” You nodded blushing with a smile on your face. “Alright then, you’re an adult so it’s up to you what time you come home but don’t forget where the key is because I’m not going to open the door for you.” You laughed and nodded as your parents turned to walk out of the restaurant. “We can leave in a minute and go somewhere else, maybe walk around a little bit.” You agreed, 100x more nervous now you know you two were going to be alone. After you both finished your shared dessert Seonghwa told his parents you two were going to leave. You said your goodbyes to his parents and his mom once again winked at you. You grabbed your bag, double checking your keys were in there, and you and Seonghwa walked out of the restaurant. “I know you’re wearing heels, but there’s this really cute park about a block away we could walk to, only if you can if not… I can carry you.” He said smirking. “N-no it’s okay- we- we can walk.” You checked the time, only 9:13, and you made a mental note to not be home past 1am. Seonghwa walked Closely beside you, hands brushing every once in a while. Your feet were lowkey starting to cramp up but you tried your best to ignore it as Seonghwa grabbed your hand to hold it in his. You turned to look at him, he was really good looking. The street lighting were giving him a golden glow along with the coloured store lights that illuminated his face with splashed colours of red, blue, and purple. You felt him pull you closer to him by his side, “careful love, you’re gonna run into stuff if you’re not paying attention to where you’re going.” You snapped your head back to looking forward. You suddenly get a small surge of confidence and you riskily say, “sorry oppa, you’re just too good looking.” You feel his grip on your hand tighten slightly as he chuckles, “L-Look come on love, there’s the swings. Go sit on one and I’ll push you, okay?” You look up and see the park in view. You comply and go towards the swings to sit on one. You feel his hands on your back starting to push you softly on the swing. He was pushing you on the swing when he started to tell you how you interest him, “I don’t really know what it is or why I’m so interested in you,” you don’t really know if that’s a compliment or not but you decide it most likely is and you keep your shut. “But you do, and I understand we’ve known each other for like what? 3 maybe 4 hours now? But yeah I swear I’m not ever sappy like this but you’re honestly the cutest person I’ve ever met and you make my heart wanna explode by your cuteness. But yeah, let me just- stop now because I’m gonna creep you out if I keep going, but I’d really like to take you out on a proper date… if that’s okay with you?” You’re still being pushed in the swing so you can’t really turn to look at him but you agree to the future date you are going to take. This is just the beginning of the long ass journey of you and Seonghwa. And for the first time in 4 years you’re actually glad you went to your mother's company Christmas dinner.

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Chapter 7 - Lonely Christmas by MX

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The city was crowded for the holiday and Hongjoong struggled to walk through the passing couples and families scattered around the boulevard. The shallow snow descending lazily from the sky obstructed his view and he was starting to get annoyed at the prickling wet feeling when he finally spotted Seonghwa in the distance.

The older was looking up at the clouds, face illuminated by the dim sunlight and his breath visible as he sighed. The shorter fawned over the simple sight of the other’s complexion adorned by the floating white specks, one suddenly hitted the tip of his nose making him scrunch up and shake his head like a cat before pulling up his seasonally appropriate red scarf up for more protection.

“Are you you gonna come here and greet me or do you rather just keep laughing at me?” Seonghwa called out with an eyebrow raised and a soft blush spreading through his cheeks.

Hongjoong had been so busy melting over the sight that he didn’t even notice his own giggles or that he had been spotted as well. With a smile he walked the few meters of distance left between them.

“I’m sorry, you just looked so cute.” He replied playfully raising his hand to lightly pinch one of the older’s cheek, only chuckling more at his pout. He offered his hand, taking this excuse to get closer. “Shall we go have a look around?”

Seonghwa took his hand with a shy smile of his own, his leather glove grasping onto the hero’s wool one and as a fleeting thought he almost wished it wasn’t so cold, contradicting his early mental praise to how well the snow complemented the other’s beauty, just so that he could feel the other’s heat instead of the thick cloth separating them, a slight pout forming on his own face as he started pulling them towards the lights ahead.

It was Christmas Eve and after both being busy through finals and texting nonstop for a few weeks they decided to spend the festivities together, meeting up at the themed fair. The two of them walked around the stalls decorated with the seasoned lights that although early in the day still stood out brightly warming the damp greyish atmosphere.

The crowd thickened the deeper they entered the maze of stores and they soon were squished against each other as they looked through what the sellers had to offer with curious eyes.

For the start of it was mostly jewelry or clothes and as much of a fashion sense Seonghwa had, he’d rather step aside to watch the hero scavenger through it, beaming when he found an odd treasure and listening to his excited comments of what he could transform certain items into.

They eventually reached a new patch of stalls, organic honey, medicinal herbs and homemade jams on display. The older bought a few items, propolis cough drops for his roommate and special blends of tea that Hongjoong never heard of making the other insist they should sit down together to have him try them one day.

At the end of that section a bigger tent caught the hero's attention as he ran ahead to look at it, the older close behind. A mini flower shop resided inside, an assortment of fragrances and colors contrasting with the red and green background decorations.

They skimmed through them, the sight mesmerizing in it's variety and abundance, the flowers placed on rising steps all the way from the floor to the shorter's height. Some easy to recognize classics, others that they’d never seen before. Hongjoong came up to one that peaked his interest, crouching down to look at it better.

“Do you like these?” Seonghwa asked noticing the other’s fond gaze.

“Aren’t they pretty?” Hongjoong replied back looking up with a smile.

“Sword lilies, rare to come by on winter.” The guy behind the counter commented putting down the magazine he had been reading.

“Are there any you like?” The shorter asked standing up. His date looked around for a moment, scavenging with his eyes for any that stood out to him.

“These ones look nice.” He answered looking at a row of flowers settled a few steps up.

“Snapdragon, both lovely garden flowers, would you like me to prepare a bouquet?” The attendant offered straightening up on his sit.

“Ah, no it’s okay, thank you.” Hongjoong rushed to decline.

☀ ⇀ ❖

That year’s Christmas Eve Yeosang opened his door to find a huge overgrown puppy. It may have been mid afternoon already, but he had just woken up and the energy levels were already way too high. His hazy mind considered closing the door.

“I brought sweets!” Yunho stood there with a beaming smile and a big pink paper box on his hands, a duffel bag sagging over his shoulder.

His hazy mind abided to the peace offer, giving up on shutting the door on the puppy’s face for the promise of sugar. He stepped aside to let the other in, taking the box from his hands and walking towards the kitchen counter.

Yunho waited at the entrance dumbfoundedly admiring the apartment, yards bigger than his shared college dorm room. A studio with a wide living room, an open kitchen to one side and a wall of tall windows to the other.

Well lit, well furnished and clean yet what striked Yunho the most was the emptiness. Compared to Hongjoong’s wall of posters and misplaced trinkets and his own array of mementos and messy papers, it almost seemed like no one lived there, as if he had entered an interior design catalogue. No festive decorations either.

“Did you just move in?” He asked unceremoniously.

“Not really, it’s been almost a year already.” Yeosang answered, as he opened the box to peek inside. “You can just leave your things on the table and sit on the couch.”

“Mhm” The older hummed as he made his way to the glass dining table, tastefully decorated with a vase of fake red flowers contrasting with the whites and greys. Yunho couldn’t picture the younger picking those himself.

To the side of the vase a picture frame rested slightly out of place, facing the only chair at that side of the table.

“Is this your brother?” Yunho asked grasping the golden metal frame in his hands.

“Not really, a childhood friend. We were really close till the whole power thing happened.” Yeosang answered walking up behind him. He handed the older a mug filled with tea like the good host he was and grabbed the frame from his hands looking at it briefly himself before placing it back on its place.

“You look awful.” The older commented looking down at him as he brought the mug to his mouth, sweater paws wrapping around it seeking heat after coming from the cold outside.

“I just woke up.” The shorter replied flatly, not pleased to have his bare face, bed hair and beaten up oversized hoodie pointed out.

“Did you forget I was coming?” Yunho taunted with a smirk, seeing through him.

“No, I just have the worst sleeping schedule.” He actually did forget both of their plans and the holiday, but he doubted he’d wake up earlier even if he didn’t. “Anything else?”

The older snorted at the attitude as Yeosang headed for an armchair.

“I brought the titles you asked for.” The older said, resting the mug to look for his pen drive inside the bag.

“Nice.” He replied still not too awake. Yunho made his way to sit on the couch, his mug being set on the coffee table now.

“I assume Hongjoong must’ve had had other plans if you’re all the way out here about to waste Christmas marathoning anime with me.” Yeosang commented after a few moments of awkward silence.

“He’s out on a date.” He answered not meaning to sound as crestfallen as he did.

“Cute. Not feeling like going back home either?” The younger prodded a bit more.

“It’s just too far and too expensive for such a short break, I guess.” The taller said laying down onto the couch looking at the ceiling. “I’ve always looked forward to Christmas Eve because every year my family has a night out, but now that I’m not there it just means I don’t get to talk to them until tomorrow.”

A beat passed in silence, Yeosang didn’t really know what to say to that. Comforting others wasn’t really his fort.

“I mean I called them this morning already. It’s just my first Christmas away from home, so I guess I’m a bit sappy.” The older continued, trying to downplay it as he sensed the mood going down. “And you? How does your family usually spend Christmas?”

“Knowing my parents they must be at some big party or end of the year event, I’m just happy I’m not forced to tag along this year.” He replied nonchalantly, not much emotion in his voice and Yunho was the one not really knowing how to react to the younger’s lack of seasonal family spirit.

“I’m gonna order some food since I didn’t have lunch yet and then we can start. Do you want something?” Yeosang moved on, seeing that the talk was not going anywhere good. The last thing either of them wanted to do on Christmas was talk about how sad they were about it.

❖ ⇀ ⚘

San had gone on a stroll through the park near his house. His Christmas Eve was one to be spent alone this year and he wouldn’t have any problem with that if his head wasn’t so filled with thoughts. Thoughts of his past, of his childhood and of the kid that he had seen about to go through the same.

The park was deserted and he could see why. The temperature was freezing and at that area the snow was ruthless, already having covered the whole place white, but he felt that the cold did him good. It was grounding when he felt lost in his head.

He wondered what that kid was doing.

He felt bad, but that just seemed to be how life was. You are born, you go to school, school sucks, you get powers, school sucks worse and then you just run and hide for the rest of it. He didn’t want to keep thinking about it, but it kept bugging him.

Did he have someone to turn to? Was he out there hiding alone in this snow? Or had he been caught already? The fact that the last option was the most likely was depressing, but if that was the case he should just forget about it and move on. There was nothing he could do.

He eventually came to sit on a bench. It was cold and wet and he was thankful to the plastic material of his coat for protecting him from getting his pants and back soaked. He took out his phone to look at the time and his wallpaper glared back at him, a picture of his grandparents.

He planned on doing that later or on the next day, but it just tugged at his heartstrings looking at it.

“Sanie my boy! How are you?” He heard his grandma’s voice cheerfully greeting him as she picked up his call.

“I’m fine grandma, how are you?” He answered.

“Good good, you know how it is this time of year, so much cooking I can barely catch a break!” She answered sweetly, making him think fondly at the big meal and all the seasonal snack she would make even when it was just her and the old man that would sit down to eat.

He could really use some of his grandma’s baked cookies right now.

“And grandpa?” He asked.

“He’s out right now, I think he’s out to buy me a gift, can you believe it? He’s been so forgetful lately that he must’ve forgotten to buy it sooner, but don’t tell him I told you that or he’ll be embarrassed!” Hearing his grandma cheerfully laugh about his grandpa’s antics was reassuring, it warmed him inside contrasting against the chill air that hit his face.

“Is everything okay, Sanie?” The old lady must’ve noticed the long silences and the heaviness in his voice.

“Yes, it’s all good grams don’t worry.” He answered with a sad smile and maybe just maybe his eyes teared up just a bit.

“You and Wooyoung-ya should come visit us again like you did last year.” His grandma picked at him, fond of his best friend just as much as of him.

“I’ll bring it up to him later, maybe next time. He’s back home for this one.” San answered with a chuckle.

“Ah, I see. His parents must be happy to have their child home. Such a shame to comeback on this weather though, the sea must be so cold right now.” She replied.

He was endeared at how she even remembered that his friend was from the seaside.

“Are you still gonna meet your friends today? Or did they all go home too? You know if you had told us before we could’ve gotten you a ticket…”

“No no, I’m meeting them later.” He faked a smile even though she couldn’t see him, vaguely lying. “Just thought I’d call beforehand in case I get home too late.”

“If you say so, have fun just be careful! I know you’re a big boy now, but staying out too late is still dangerous, okay?” The old lady warned.

“Yeah, I got it. Don’t worry it’ll be okay. I love you, grandma.” He said.

“I love you too, Sanie.” She answered back as comforting as always.

⚘ ⇀ ✧

Yunho was a touchy feely guy, he just was. When people felt comfortable then by default he did too and small gestures like that just did wonders in that sense so it came to be his second nature.

Yeosang was frightened of it, understandably, and the big puppy just kept forgetting. Yunho couldn’t see the younger’s aura or his true feelings anymore which threw him off quite a bit considering how he didn’t let out any visible signs for him to pick up on, at least not yet.

However exposure therapy seemed to be working wonders for Yeosang. In fact as the day progressed the younger seemed to grow more and more comfortable with it, no longer getting so surprised as Yunho got excited with the screen and clung to his arm or pinched his cheek jokingly.

When the other got past the initial frightened reaction it evolved into going stiff. But as Yunho laid his head on his lap later in the day, he could only guess Yeosang was actually very fond of skinship.

Every time Yunho moved and the other went stiff he thought it was just him being uncomfortable, but whenever he got up or distanced himself the other looked slightly bummed and then every time Yeosang had to get up to pick up something he’d come back and sit as if waiting Yunho to come back, but not really knowing how to ask or prompt him.

He would even take a wild guess and say the boy was touch starved after so long without touching a human being, which was a great problem to have around him since that was right up his alley.

He couldn’t fix everything, but he could shower this boy with love easily, he thought as he looked at him from his spot on his lap, the bottom half of his legs dangling lazily off the small couch.

Their picked series continued playing incessantly the whole day. It was one that Yeosang had first mentioned and Yunho was skeptical if it was his cup of tea, but now he was easily getting into it. It was fun to have something to talk about and bond over that distracted them, thankfully it wasn’t as awkward as he predicted when he called Yeosang to ask about holiday plans.

✧ ⇀ ☀

The couple had move on to a stall of little trinkets like decorations, charms, keychains and the likes. The ones that sparked Hongjoong’s interest weren’t too Christmas-y at all, a row of dainty little statues of animals. The front row being house pets had him directing his gaze to the golden retriever that made Yunho instantly jump to his memory.

He felt a little guilt for a second, to not be with him on Christmas when his friendship with him had been going on for much longer than whatever he had going with Seonghwa. He had been the verge of calling it off a week before, but his dear friend seemed to sense his discomfort and had come up with plans for himself at the last minute, so here he was.

He was thankful in a way, he wouldn’t have worked up the courage to call the older for this encounter if it wasn’t for him either.

A black cat sat next to the dog, and the hero thought of their new friend. Unlike Yunho Hongjoong hadn’t spent as much time with the younger boy. He was much busier than the two first years and so their encounters quarantined only to the times he went to the coffee shop.

The other was also quiet and reserved, giving the older a hard time for them to really connect, but he was fond enough of him to pick up the tiny statuette together with the first one in hopes that the three of them would all grow closer with time.

“Are you gonna buy those?” Seonghwa asked from behind him.

“Presents, for my friends.” He answered looking back.

“Aren’t you going to get one for yourself? That way you all can have matching ones.” The older suggested looking over his shoulder at the trinkets.

“Hmmm… Which one should I get then?” Hongjoong asked appreciating the suggestion, but unsure of which one to pick.

“How about this one?” Seonghwa suggests pulling one from a few row back.

“A fox?” He asked caught by surprise.

“It reminds me of you.” The older answered with a smile.

Was that supposed to be a compliment? Hongjoong didn’t see where the connection the other made came from, but he brought the third piece to the tiny basket he held as well.

“Are you getting anything?” He turned back to ask, now facing him.

“A lucky charm for my roommate, for good health.” Seonghwa replied showing a golden card, the type you’d put on your wallet, an image of some deity engraved masterfully into it. He pointed to the tabletop that he had gotten it, half filled with similar ones and another half filled with an assortment of other type of charms.

The two stood there as the hero looked through it himself, his back brushing against the other as he placed himself between the shorter and the crowd that filled the busy shop once again.

Hongjoong’s fingers brushed against a little package on the last row before he stopped himself. In it came two matching charms with straps to put onto your phone.

Clearly something a couple would buy. It caught the hero’s eyes, but thinking better about it, it might be too cute or too soon for them. The little bells foretelling luck in love didn’t match either of their styles anyway he thought, about to turn and drag them away.

“Do you want to get these ones?” Seonghwa asked, grabbing the package from behind him.

He did. “What do you think?” He asked cautiously.

“It’s cute.” The older answered with a reassuring smile. Hongjoong must have looked uneasy a second before because the other made sure to pat his head affectionately before heading to the cashier, as if to reassure him he was doing good and at that the hero could only stare at his back paralysed as his heart filled with warmth.

It was a simple gesture, but effective.

☀ ⇀ ❖

After binging a whole season, it was now late and they were deep into a movie, A Silent Voice, as a break from the series they had going on. Yunho held onto Yeosang like a support teddy bear to get through the emotional ride that was the movie, resting his head on the top of his hair while his arms wrapped loosely around his chest.

The younger’s eyes were getting watery as the movie reached its climax, tears threatening to spill, but Yunho seemed to break way easier than him.

“It’s so sad.” The older whined already hiccuping through sobs, and he could feel him shaking.

“You’re getting snot on my hair.” Yeosang pointed out flatly.

His comment caused Yunho to sniff the thickest sniff Yeosang had ever heard, and any emotion he was feeling got overwhelmed by how grossed out he was.

“I’m gonna get you some tissues.” He said trying to to get up, flailing a bit like a fish before Yunho took the hint to let go of him. The older paused the movie waiting for him, sitting up properly on the couch.

“Here.” He handed the box of tissues, sitting farther than before giving him some space.

Yunho accepted it, going through a few before he took a moment to breath. He looked like a kicked puppy with red wet eyes and he wasn’t sure it was really solely about the movie. Yeosang didn’t know what to do about it. Of all people Yunho was acquainted with, he was sure he had to be the least prepared to deal with this.

“Do you need a hug?” Before he even finished the question the other had already latched onto him. Yunho held him tightly, Yeosang’s neck straining a bit to settle on the older’s shoulder with their height difference, his arms weighted uncomfortably to the sides limply not knowing what to do with them.

“We're friends, right?” Yunho asked without moving, voice heavy and hoarse sounding fragile.

“Mhm” the younger hummed in agreement.

“I’m here for you, okay?” He continued after a moment of silence. “Always.”

“Mhm” Yeosang hummed again.

They stayed there immobile and in silence for a few more second in the dark, only illuminated by the tv light.

“I’m here for you too.” Yeosang added, surprising himself. He raised his arms to embrace the other back, squeezing lightly still unsure if this was the right things to do.

He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, with the way he was raised and the way his powers started manifesting he hadn’t had a friend since a very early age and by now he had forgotten how having one or how truly caring for someone felt, so he himself couldn’t tell if he words rang true, if he really did cared so much for Yunho after knowing him for such a short time. But he felt something and he wanted to hold onto that, he didn’t want to continue feeling numb and scared anymore.

Yunho squeezed him tight before moving away. The older held onto his shoulders, his thumbs brushing the sides of his neck cathartically for a moment looking at him before he took a deep breath and spoke up again. “Don’t tell anyone I spent christmas crying over anime.”

“You look gross.” Yeosang replied and the other let out a loud snort, making more snot drop out of his nose and Yeosang backed away instinctively again. “I’m gonna get a plastic bag, I don’t want your used tissues to pile up.”

“And in your defense, it’s a very respectable anime to cry for.” He added already heading to the kitchen.

“Yeah, even you cried, anyone would cry.” Yunho tried to play it off.

“I didn’t cry.” The younger answered flatly.

“You totally did.”

“I did not.”

Yunho snorted as Yeosang continued to vehemently deny it. “Bring sweets, I need sugar to get through the rest of this.”

Yeosang plated some of the gingerbread cookies Yunho had brought to keep the holiday spirit, but also pulled out a tub of ice cream for real emotional support. It wasn’t his first time watching the movie and he knew they would need it.

❖ ⇀ ☾

Mingi was sitting by the window of family dinner close to their house waiting for his order to get ready. A pile of seasonal meals and desserts to take home and eat with his roommate only in the morning, because apparently everyone else’s busy but him.

He wondered what Yunho was doing since Hongjoong was out with Seonghwa. He scrolled through his social medias hoping to spot any update from him, but nothing. A picture of his roommate and the hero popped up on his feed, a picture perfect christmas card as both smiled surrounded by the snow, bright lights and the classic decoration of the fair.

The younger scolded at the picture, half bothered by his own loneliness and half at the fact that one of the people in this picture could only be headed toward a disastrous heartbreak.

And he was hoping it wasn’t his friend, but with him he just couldn’t tell as the oldest only noticed his own feelings too late. It was a pattern that Mingi was used to by now, the other’s confidence too blinding.

Before he could get lost in thought his phone buzzed signaling a new text.

7:27 p.m

woo

hey

are you busy

have you heard anything from san

7:27 p.m

you

not really why

i havent seen san for a while

since him and seonghwa are kinda not talking rn

7:27 p.m

woo

whos seonghwa

7:27 p.m

you

my roommate

you know the one that always come pick us up when we’re all too drunk to drive

7:27 p.m

woo

i think i saw him at his place the other day

i’m usually too drunk to actually care whenever i meet him

so i didn’t even recognise the dude

7:28 p.m

you

weren’t you going home for xmas

7:27 p.m

woo

my train got cancelled cuz of the snow

7:28 p.m

you

well that sucks

7:27 p.m

woo

yeah yeah i can go home some other day i dont have school like you losers

anyway

im free

and i asked san what he was doing and he said nothing special

he sounded sad so i’m storming his apartment and i need a ride

we can let you stay if you dont have anything else to do

7:28 p.m

you

yeah like i dont have anything better to do than drive your ass around on xmas eve

7:27 p.m

woo

do you

do you really mingi

7:28 p.m

you

no i dont please let me stay

i’ll be free in like ten minutes just give me time to go home and get the car

Right on cue his name was called, food ready by the counter. He grabbed it and left the place, ready for the cold walk home when a boy caught his eyes. The kid seemed young, around his age but with a baby face, but what caught his eyes was the fact that he was staring into the dinner so sadly out here in the snow.

His school uniform seemed dirty and, although he wasn’t sure, he was thinking the kid was homeless. Mingi’s Christmas wasn’t going ideally. He was everyone’s second plan, but whatever he had going on was definitely better than that kid.

The boy seemed to notice him staring after a while looking frightened. Mingi pulled one of the styrofoam boxes out of the paper bag he was carrying, glad that he had gotten so much extra food.

“Are you hungry?” He asked and the boy only nodded, taking the box he offered.

He continued on his way after that, thinking himself lucky for his new chore instead of annoyed from then on.

☾ ⇀ ✩

They had reached the end of the stalls, an open area filled with food trucks awaiting for them crowded with spaced out tables for them to sit down and admire what seemed to be the main attraction of the night.

A huge ferris wheel towered over the space, its lamps blinking beautifully over them in a warm light show. A live band stood to one side on a makeshift stage providing the dining visitors with soft christmas carols that echoed with the help of several speakers spread around.

The couple came to sit down on a random table to the side eager to rest their feet, dumping their shopping bags on the tabletop and taking a moment to breath. Hongjoong took their chance to rummage through his share of bags and Seonghwa only watched as he fished the little package they bought earlier from one of the bags.

“I just thought we should split it up before we forget it.” The hero muttered bashfully when he noticed the other eyes on him.

Seeing the fierce hero that so fearlessly jumped into fights with him every other night be so hesitant and timid was unbearably cute to him, the smiles spread through their date so endearing that Seonghwa half wanted to scold himself for enjoying it so much.

Perhaps this was when it started, the crippling realization that he had no right to be on the receiving end of those vulnerable moments, yet at that stage he was still simply pushing the thought away, favouring enjoying the night with fake naivety unknowing to the snowball this could become.

“How about we start using it already? Would you attach it for me?” The older asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket and offering it to Hongjoong, enjoying his eager reaction.

“Do you want to eat first or go on the ferris wheel than eat later?” The hero asked as he entertained himself with removing the cases of their cellphones and knotting the straps.

The villain wasn’t too excited about that, in fact he was hoping the younger wouldn’t mention the ride, although he already knew that was unlikely.

“Are you hungry? I think I saw a truck selling pizza… Is everything okay?” Hongjoong trailed off, noticing the other uneasiness. The smile on his face hesitate, dimming slightly and Seonghwa scolded himself for letting his discomfort show so easily.

“I’m just…” He started reluctantly “Not very good with heights.”

“Ah, so going on a ride like that is probably not a good idea.” The other said crestfallen.

“It’s not that serious, I’ve been trying to get over it. Last week me and my roommate tried going hiking over a bridge and I survived. Annoyed the hell out of him, but still.” Seonghwa answered with a laugh. The other seemed to cheer up a bit at the comment.

“We can go.” The villain decided.

“If you say so, don’t feel pressured I’m really okay with not going.” Hongjoong answered apprehensive still.

“No it’s okay I wanna give it a try. I’d rather eat afterwards though, just in case.” He answered with a laugh.

Hongjoong let out a chuckled as he started organizing their things again. The line to the ride was long, but they didn’t mind as they were in no rush, just enjoying the company and small talk along the way.

Seonghwa was sure he was doing a crappy job in hiding his anxiety, but fortunately the other had the sense not mention it. Their turn came way too soon despite the long wait, the ferris wheel thankfully had closed booths instead of those open seats and the villain tried to not hesitate when getting in, convincing himself it was fine.

The wheel stopped moving as they reached the top and the view really was wonderful up there, the stars shined brightly complementing the full moon that softly lit up the dark cabin. The city down there a pretty miniature covered in white, mesmerizing until he started seeing double and his throat tightened up.

“Don’t look outside. Here, look at me.” Hongjoong called out to him, softly turning his head towards him. Hongjoong looked up at him, patiently waiting for him to calm down.

“I’m not afraid.” Seonghwa spoke up after a moment of silence, sounding almost out of breath.

“Really?” The hero asked uncertain.

“No, but… sometimes I feel like the only way some things can come true is if I say them out loud.” He answered slowly, eyes avoiding his, embarrassed to explain it out loud.

Surely it stemmed from his power, but for him words held power and the act of saying them out loud was what gave it to them. He always had to have courage to speak when he couldn’t control his power and now he used it as a way to give himself that courage back.

If only it worked. He half expected the other to laugh at the childish premise, if not to just brush it off. It probably didn’t make any sense. It was the fear talking or else he’d never tell anyone that.

“Then I’ll say it too.” The other said surprising him for a second with a ghost of a smile on his mouth.

“You’re not afraid.” Hongjoong spoke looking into his eyes with conviction in his voice. The way he firmly held his gaze almost as if daring the villain to tell he’s wrong struck something inside him, feeling his chest tightening.

Seonghwa leaned down slowly as his hand came up to cup the hero’s cheek, their lips connecting into a barely there kiss and in that moment he couldn’t think of anything else beside that sensation, the softness of his skin, the warmth that build up in his chest and how he wished it could just stay like this forever.

Hongjoong reciprocated with a comforting and grounding contrast to the other’s gentleness and hesitance, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss with much more experience as the world around them seemed to stop existing for a few moments.

The cabin shook as it began to move again and the kiss was interrupted in favor of holding on to the railings. The villain took deep breaths, his head feeling light and he was unsure if it was from the kiss or from the reminder of the situation he was in, maybe a mixture of both, but soon they were back on the ground.

The villain was glad to have his feet touch the stable concrete ground again and it didn’t went by unnoticed how the hero grabbed onto his hand immediately once they had stepped out nor his glowing smile and he could only blush and follow along still not quite recovered from the surge of feelings the ride had given him.

Hongjoong, unlike his weakened self, was estasic and ready to continue on the night and that brought a smile to his face despite still feeling the dizzying sensation that he was floating.

✩ ⇀ ⚘

The lamp’s light was the only thing illuminating the room as the trio of friends sat there. The coffee table littered with empty bottles and crumpled napkins around an old monopoly board long forgotten before anyone even came closer to winning it.

Mingi on the armchair had clocked out already, curled up on himself having fallen into a deep slumber. San sat on the floor against the couch that Wooyoung laid on. He sipped on his drink, drunkenness only lightly reaching him. He could hold his alcohol the best out of the three friends, maybe because of his power or maybe that was just the way he was, he didn’t know. By the time it finally hit him he didn’t care anymore either.

He felt a hand on his hair, carding through it comfortably and after letting himself enjoy the touch for a few seconds before he looked up at the youngest of them. Their eyes met, a long moment of silence passing just staring at each other, both of them feeling drowsy from the drinks. Wooyoung moved down giving the other a kiss, sloppy and slightly misplaced from the odd angle. San kissed back enjoying the familiarity of it.

He turned around intending on climbing up onto the couch. Like many other times before he found himself straddling the younger, their bodies fitting perfectly against each other as he reached down to trail kisses all around Wooyoung’s neck.

Sometimes when he was feeling lonely or just the slightest bit petty he’d be a bit more rough, sucking marks onto the other’s skin in hope that it’d last as a reminder to the other. That night was one of those times and he soaked up on the younger’s reactions eagerly, only getting more riled up by his whimpers and the constant sharp pull on his hair.

His hand went down to the other’s waist, fingers going under his shirt and brushing against his bare skin playfully before stilling and holding onto him. Wooyoung’s arms wrapped against his neck pulling him flush against his body and his face came up to kiss his lips once again.

The heat escalated fast, but as San’s hands started to drag down a rushed wait was whispered. Looking back at the boy under him he saw the anxiety as he bit his lips, eyes hesitant.

That too was familiar. The situation repeated itself often, both of them ready to give in and compromise till one of them suddenly didn’t, fearing the commitment of taking it a step further.

Both of them had no shame and it was a recurring joke them hoeing around. But when it came to each other they never talked about them , what they were, how they felt about what they had going on. Perhaps it was a fear of compromising such a precious relationship, but San knew better. Both of them knew that something like that wasn’t going to get between them even if it didn’t work out.

“Isn’t it a bit weird to do this with Mingi in the room?” The younger interjected.

The perfect excuse since San’s apartment was just one room, living room and bedroom mashed together with a communal kitchen downstairs. Moving onto his bed wouldn’t change anything.

“I don’t think he would mind.” San answered with a raised eyebrow.

The other didn’t seem convinced, so he sat back down on his lap with a sigh. His eyes flickered to a clock on a shelf indicating it was now past midnight.

“Merry Christmas, Wooyoungie.” He said with a grin.

“Is it time for my present now?” The other replied playfully. “You better have gotten me something good.”

“Here’s your present.” San answered with a mischievous tone before leaning down again, hugging the other while giving him lighthearted kisses from his cheeks to his ear, the other giggling while squirming in his grasp trying to avoid the loud noise his lips made.

Maybe it wasn’t tonight that they’d resolve themselves, but San was more than happy to settle for cuddling his Wooyoungie to sleep for now.

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