#probably not jh might be too old to be dad BUT LIKE

[daincrediblegg]

So anyway haha *twirls hair* since Jerry Anderson is thus far uncredited in the Last Of Us imdb page wouldn’t it be like haha JUST the pits if Craig Mazin brought back a certain Chernobyl alum to play him??? Only to??? 🥹🥹🥹 HAHAH oh I shant say it you’re making me blush 🥴

[ktheist]

pretty girls don’t get hurt | m

synopsis. your mom has been asking you for a grandchild - not even a son-in-law but the baby to said nonexistent son-in-law! and your dad is hitting an age where he can barely work anymore. at some point you’re going to take over his position as the chairman of the family hospital but you know nothing about medicine. that’s where kim seokjin comes in. he’ll marry you and become the chairman so you can keep your ceo position and you’ll get a child out of him too. it’s like killing two birds with one stone.

except there’s one problem: you’ve never met the man and you need him to agree to the marriage first. okay, make that two problems.

muses. heir!doctor!seokjin x heiress!ceo!reader x best friend!heir!taehyung

words. 15.6k

contents. slowburn. sexual tension. impregnation kink. daddy/older men kink. viagra is involved lmao. 

warnings. matured content.

verse. knj. myg. kth. pjm. jjk. jhs. story time.

x

“you want my what?”

seokjin’s jaw hangs loose, brows coming together in a show of frustrated bewilderment. it’s tells you enough that he heard you the first time but then again, you’re not asking him for dinner. you’re asking him for-

“your hand in marriage.” glossed lips curl upwards underneath the pristine white cup of hot coffee from the vending machine.

you watch as his widened eyes narrow. lips smack together and finally anger settles in the muscles of his hardening expression. “you’re joking.”

it’s understandable that he’d feel offended. even more so when it’s coming from a stranger who strode right into his office and introduced herself as the chairman’s daughter - the ceo. that’s probably the only reason he agreed to spare you his time - and you’re spending it for this.

it’d be a lie if you say you weren’t surprised that he didn’t know the ceo of the hospital he’s working at but judging from the way he treats you, like he has better things to do - lives to save, you know he’s that type of person. the mad scientist version of a doctor. doesn’t attend annual dinners. doesn’t take off days. he’s perfect.

“dad’s getting old and he needs someone to succeed him but i don’t know anything about medicine - i’m more of a businesswoman and the board wants someone of a clinical background to continue the tradition. if it were up to me, medical expenses would be much higher per patient but i’m also not a capitalist so i need someone on the field to tell me how things are at the hospital so we don’t overcharge nor do we undercharge.”

his eye is twitching at the end of your words and his jaw is clenched in suppression of agitation. at this point, you’re going to have to keep it short so not to drop the whole bomb on him before he himself explodes. “so how bout it? you marry me and become the next chairman and i’ll take care of all the non-clinical related matters. if you were to decline... i can’t guarantee things will remain the same after dad retires.”

“my break is over. it’s nice meeting you miss ___ but i hope we don’t run into each other again.” the chair screeches backwards when he stands up abruptly before you can even finish your sentence. he didn’t even check the time when he swipes his phone off the table and slips it right into his pocket. his words are as clear as day: this is the first and last time we meet.

“you still have ten more minutes, doctor kim.” for some reason he hasn’t stormed off - dare you say, he’s even taking what you said seriously - good. because you’re not here for a laugh either. you meet his heated gaze with ease. “i’m not sure you understand but you’re the cinderella and i’m the prince charming.”

you take out a single midnight scented card and slide it over to seokjin. “and this is a proposal, not a blackmail. call me when you’re ready to talk about the terms for the prenup.”

x

it’s been a week since you left your card with seokjin.

now, sitting in your office, the scene keeps replaying in your mind like a broken record. a scream erupts in the otherwise pleasantly silent room as you slump in your seat, hands digging into your hair as though if you rub your head hard enough, the memories would fade away. “taehyung, how did i even get that confidence? a prenup? he didn’t even say yes!”

the aforementioned man spares you a glance from the couch he’s lying on before going back to typing away on his phone. it’s probably yuju - one of his recent acquaintances. if you remember correctly, she’s the daughter of sbs’ ceo.

“boys are simple minded beings, give it another day and he’ll call you.” he casually assures, this time not even look away from his phone.

the sleek back hair and black button down underneath seokjin’s white coat flashes at the back of your mind. you don’t see that many doctors wearing something that needs ironing to work that often. sure there’s a dress code but your dad isn’t strict about it - all that mattered to him is the quality of one’s work. for all he cares, these doctors can come to work in pj’s. it’s you that had to make sure they don’t come in pj’s. collared t-shirts are acceptable. so are sneakers instead of heeled shoes. but kim seokjin was nothing less of button down, a well made tie and polished black shoes.

it shows that-

“he’s a man, not a boy.”

this time, taehyung’s fingers freeze on the screen before he turns his cheeks to you with an unfazed expression - as though he’d expected this but still got disappointed when he hears it. “so it’s his age? you wanna marry him because he’s nine years older than you?”

there’s something about the way he singles out the reason you decided it was seokjin, that makes you look away in shame. but you still force out a laugh in a last ditch attempt to brush it off but it sounds awkward in every octave. “ha ha ha ha what are you talking about? he’s the most eligible marriage prospect - that’s why.”

“there’s another one.” he points out. still unconvinced, “that suho guy - he’s also a fellow. also an only child-”

you speak over him,“-but his background is so-so. civil servant parents. went to an ordinary school. you think he’ll adapt to the pressure as quick as seokjin?” suho’s smiling picture peeks from underneath the documents you’d been reviewing before the flashback of your bold proposal comes and haunt you. it’s his resume along with every physician working at the hospital for more than eight years, that you’d obtained from your dad’s secretary. “you know whoever becomes my husband and assume the chairman position is gonna get chewed out alive by the board. it has to be him - it has to be seokjin.”

a sigh echoes from somewhere across from you as taehyung sits up, brows furrowed together as he rubs his head as if it’ll make the the problem go away. “yeah, but he left the social scene a decade ago. you think he’ll walk back in just like that?”

“his records have been nothing but remarkable. he sticks around and works overtime. he’s been one of the most consistent physicians that worked on every holidays. doesn’t take off days. basically a workaholic who loves his job way too much - he doesn’t need to enter the social scene. not when i’m his wife.” a grin spreads across your face by the end of it - all this time, you’d been reading the report about him but once you’ve actually put it in words, the chances of him saying yes seems to sound more real, “he’s gonna keep working as the chairman and ignore anything the board says. he’s perfect.”

“yeah, okay let’s say he is perfect and there’s no reason for him to say no except one,” taehyung pauses for a more dramatic effect, lips twitching upwards slyly as if he knows it’s already got you on the edge of your seat, “what if he has a girlfriend he wants to marry?”

and that’s when your world comes crashing down like waves against the rocks but you don’t like the smug look on taehyung’s face, “yeah but with his schedule, it doesn’t seem like he has one.”

“you never know - they could very well be living together. plus, it’s not like he has to report his dating life to the hospital and he seems like a private enough man to keep it on the low even from his colleagues.”

his words are barely registering but the longer the second stretches on with your thoughts running wild, the faster your heart seems to race. but one thing’s for sure. taehyung’s here because you’re supposed to be discussing the partnership.

“if you’re not gonna talk about work, then get out.” your eye visibly twitches - all of a sudden your best friend since you were in diapers’ presence serves more as a nuisance than a blessing.

“you’re mad, aren’t you?” a grin spreads across his lips before he bursts into laughter - he’s the only person that would laugh in the face of death, “man you’re full of ego - i guess you should be. i mean, if all else fails, he might just say yes because of your face, right, sparky?”

he’s using that nickname he used to call you when you were kids. your love - or as taehyung would put it, obsession for shines and sparkles in diamonds peaked at the age of ten thanks to your mom’s hobby of collecting dimes. she’d sold everything off after she got bored of them and needed space for the arts she bought - her new found hobby. but you remained true to your love for diamonds and symbol of riches and bought half of her collection.

over time, he starts using it less and less and only for reasons to get a rise out of you. where did that cute boy who called you sparky because he thought you were as pretty as the diamonds, go?

all he is now is a devil incarnate. with that height and silly grin of his, he easily antagonize you. and you always give in. 

“you’re supposed to be on my side and give me assurance!” you toss a balled up paper, aiming right in his face but instead of hitting the mark, he easily catches it.

“how’s this for assurance? you’re only gonna hurt yourself if you throw a ball like that.” he picks his blazer off the handrest and makes a beeline for the door when he senses the smoke coming out of your ears, “i’m late for my date, see you later!”

x

it’s exactly fifteen hours later that you receive a call from seokjin.

instead of meeting up at the cafeteria, he’d directed you to flower child, one of the most coveted fine dining restaurants in seoul two days after the call. it turns out he’d made a reservation - and you’re no fool to the long waiting line to get a table. he must’ve booked it some time after your first meeting.

he’s made some effort into putting on a black blazer and matching pants. hair styled to perfection. he may have cut his family off but he hasn’t completely abandoned the way he lived up till a decade ago. you allow yourself to check him out once - when he’d stood up at your arrival and pushed the chair for you.

thankfully, you’re not too underdressed. a creme blouse and grey pencil skirt suit any kind of formal setting.

“have you thought about what you want to include in the prenup?” you ask after the server leaves with your order.

seokjin seems more collected this time. or maybe it’s the incense and dimmed lighting that gives off a more suitable atmosphere to talk about marriage.

either way, you don’t expect the man to chuckle - a short, wistful one. as though he truly, honestly believes- “why would you want to marry an old man like me?”

you know what he’s asking: there’s got to be a catch. straightening your back and crossing it over your chest loosely, you decide to come clean - the full truth. “you’re only thirty-four but i won’t lie - you have a price on your head, doctor kim.”

the server comes back with a small cart and a bucket of chilled red wine. you wait until he pours a third of both glasses and goes away. but seokjin doesn’t appear all that eager for your elaboration - it’s almost as though he’s already known. or at least expected that much.

“your mother is willing to pay anyone who marries you a whooping ten million if the lucky bride brings you back to your family.” you watch as he studies the density of the wine, twirling the glass gently with a sort of tilt on his lips like a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “but i won’t make you reconcile with your family. i’ve told you my intentions - i need someone who knows the ins and outs of the hospital since don’t have any clinical background and it’d be easier if we were husband and wife.”

it’s in that moment that seokjin tears his eyes off the wine and captures your gaze. in the absence of the sunlight, those brown eyes appear more black, reflecting the dancing fire on the incense. you feel naked and bare as he wedges his fingers in and tear open the windows to your soul. “don’t you have someone you want to marry, miss___? someone you love?”

taehyung’s silly grin flashes at the back of your mind like a solar flare you can’t erase - all you can do is wait until dies out on its own. you don’t realize your unfocused gaze is directed to seokjin in the split second you wait for your thoughts to gather itself. redirecting your gaze to the wayward reflection in your own glass, you let out a breathy chuckle. “yeah, well.”

it’s pathetic and embarrassing but you can’t even conjure up proper words. instead, you bring the wine to your lips, preferring to taste the bittersweetness of the wine than that of your own reality.

x

all you talk about for the rest of the night is matters pertaining the marriage. what he’ll have to endure and what he won’t have to endure. he doesn’t need to attend any of the social functions even if you’re married. doesn’t also need to concern himself with matters about his family - it becomes tricky when his family catches news of their only son’s marriage and want to be there for the ceremonious day.

“i don’t know what’s going on with you and your family but they won’t be invited if you don’t want them to be.” you fix him with one of your smiles. a tilt in the corner of your lips and a languid flutter of your eyelids before meeting his gaze. it always works - takes away the essence of the conversation and makes them focus on you so if he wants to throw your words back at you, there’s a leeway you could escape to.

until you couldn’t.

“it’s fine. i’ve been running away for the last few years - it’s time i face them head on.” he looks up from the steak he’s cutting - you still haven’t recover from the time he’d look at you in the eye and effortlessly tore your defenses like it was paper but there he does it again, splaying out your scheme like a dish best served hot, “besides, they won’t be invited but you can’t- no, you won’t stop them from showing up, right?”

it’s true. his family isn’t just any normal family. his father is a ceo of one of the most prominent cell phone companies in the world after all. you’d be invincible if you’re in good terms with your in-laws. or at least, if they think you’re on their side and want to help them get their son back.

but seeing as nothing gets past seokjin, you’re only left to either evade the question or full out deny it to keep your pride intact. either way, both options will only serve to confirm his suspicion - he may already know what you’re up to but verbalizing it is a different kind of pride-crushing. your lips curl into a smile - an irony of having been cornered in every direction from the man you thought you could wrap around your fingers.

but because your pride wouldn’t allow you to look like a fool and your ethics wouldn’t allow you to tell a flat out lie (half truths are alright), you decide the first option is much better. “there’s one more thing - i want to get pregnant within the first year of our marriage.”

or else, you’re going to end up like your parents - their bones weren’t as strong as they used to be by the time they got you and their souls were withered from the works they’d put on in their better years of their lives. your mother’s life was risked by the late pregnancy. still, they tried to love you better but there were things you couldn’t do with parents who were hitting 50 before you even reached high school. you couldn’t go camping or bike riding or fishing like your grandfather brought your father to.

it seems to have caught seokjin off guard when he stares at you with wide eyes a tad longer before dropping his head and chuckling to himself, “my, i don’t know if i still have it in me.”

and that’s how you know he’s messing with you - perhaps it’s his own way of reminding you that he’s too old for you and if he’s lucky, it’ll scare you away from the idea of marriage altogether. but the fact that he’s trying to make you give up means that he’s agreeing to the marriage. you let your lips curve into a smile, adrenaline rushing through your veins and into your very core.

you absolutely can’t wait to get married.

x

the marriage will be held within five months - it’s the earliest you can get. it’d be suspicious if you just suddenly got married without any scandal or news of dating the estranged only child of the kim family. you’ve already hired a reporter to follow you during your first three ‘dates’ - they may very well be the only dates you go on together judging from your packed schedule. it’s been almost a week since that dinner and you’ve made plans to appear in public together - your first date.

rapping your knuckles on the door, you wait for the light on the handle to turn from red to green - a signal that the owner’s allowed you access. “hey, you ready?” is the first thing you say, even though you know he’s not.

“miss ___, i’m sorry i was working and didn’t realize the time.” he seems to be genuinely apologetic - and there’s an x-ray film and some papers strewn over his desk to verify his claim. “i’ll freshen up and -”

his brows lift in surprise when you lower yourself on his lap just as he pushes the chair backwards to stand up. the usually gelled light brown hair falls over his face in a messy middle part and his button down is less crisped than when you saw him the first time. granted your first meeting with him was at noon - it’s not enough time for the demands of his career to dishevel him. it’s evening now.

his jaw slacks just the slightest bit, resulting for his lips to part - you’ve noticed their plump fullness and it’d be a lie if you said you didn’t wonder about how they’d feel on yours. the taupe acrylic on your thumb digs into the soft pink flesh of his lips before it travels to his chin.

“may i?” two words. and that’s all it takes for something lustrous to take over his eyes. you find yourself smirking when he stares quizzically as your hand leaves his face and brings his own between your lips. his fingerpads are callous from years of surgical training but they don’t tremble under the touch of your tongue. his digits are lengthier than you expect them to be. his middle finger hit the back of your throat easily before you can get them all in but he’s not the only one that’s received training.

you switch to his ring finger, tongue gently curling around it before you drag your teeth over the ridges of its joint. as a finishing touch, you make sure to lick the bottom of your lips all the while holding his gaze. then, you allow the smile to grace your lips as though nothing happened but the way you pretend to struggle to get up, causing your ass to rub against his arousal - defeats that false sense of innocence.

either way, his surprised expression turns to an amused one as he chuckles a low chuckle - an admittance of your victory, “my, i just lost, didn’t it?”

“whatever do you mean?” you blink, lashes fluttering with feigned innocence.

x

articles are starting to pop up after your personal reporter uploaded hers. it’s not enough to shake the world but it’s enough to catch the eyes of secretaries which in turn tell their bosses and as a result, your phone’s been blowing up and your own secretary has been taking calls since this morning.

“___, you’re leaving already?” taeyeon cups the mouthpiece of the phone she’s been on for the last five minutes, alarms going off in her eyes at the thought of your absence. you don’t blame her - from the way the conversation seems to be going, she might just drag the whole telephone all the way to your desk and make you answer them.

business proposals must be pouring in. you feel bad for your secretary but to be frank, the instant ringing as soon as she held up the last call - has been bothering you to no end as well.

you grin sheepishly, “i got a meeting with dad.” it’s just a coincidence that your dad called you to his office today - he usually does every once in a while just to ask how you’re doing and lament about having to handle your mother’s random burst of hobbies she’s getting into ever since you moved out.

looks like nobody’s noticed the ‘rumor’ yet from the way the workers in the administration department bows and greets you on your way to the office. granted, these people are too devoted to their work to pay attention to the latest business scandals but you expected at least one person to be blowing up the group chat with pictures of you and seokjin’s first date.

there’s a familiar figure leaning against your dad’s desk but no trace of the elder man - he must have went to the washroom or something. you thought it odd when taehyung’s eyes fall on you without the usual grin he would usually offer whenever he sees you - like reflex. at first, you assume his own date with yuju probably didn’t go very well.

“hey, loser. this is the first time you’re here earlier than me.” you fix the man your own grin, happy to be able to see not one but two of your favorite persons. taehyung’s been coming over to play at your house since forever. it was normal for your dad to invite him to his office and take you two to lunch now that you two have grown up.

...until you notice your dad on the couch and another person sitting adjacent to him. it’s easy to miss people when they’re sitting down and easier to have your eyes focus on taehyung’s tall frame.

the tension almost crushes your lungs as soon as you walk through the door. it becomes apparent all too soon that taehyung tried to warn you with his eyes to not be your usual idiot self. now, you’re paying the price for it as all eyes fall on you.

the third person in the room turns his cheek towards you - seokjin. he offers a too polite smile as you come to a stop next to the couch he’s one.

“daddy?” all of a sudden, you’re a child in a room full of adults and calling your out to your dad, as if it would somehow make him explain this situation you just walked in.

the elder man releases a long drawn sigh before speaking, “i’d like a word with my daughter and doctor kim, if you don’t mind, taehyung.”

“sure, uncle.” the aforementioned man offers one of his gallant smiles, pushing himself off the desk without taking out his hands from his pockets.

you grab onto taehyung’s arm as he’s about to pass you - pleading with your eyes for him not to leave you, a mere ant, with the elephants in the room. that’s when his serious facade falls through and he’s grinning at you like a brother would to his sister when he knows she’s going to get in trouble with their parents. your temple throbs with a burst of rage but before you can say anything, he’s already out of the door.

the sweetness of the tea mrs. nam served is tasteless compared to the tangible tension in the air. it’s become apparent that while the more tech savvy staff remain clueless of your updated dating status, your father, is not.

be it as it may, guess you should give credit where it’s due - seokjin’s expression is free of any tautness. it’s perfectly neutral - it’s frightening. you know for a fact you’re not saved from a hard line on your glossed lips and a crease between your brows.

“i heard from my wife that you two are dating.” the elderly man finally breaks the silence.

he’s addressing your mom like that so to make it known that he’s talking to seokjin too - and you’re not the only one in hot water. but seeing as it’s your idea and your proposal, it’s also your responsibility to respond-

“that’s correct, sir.”

-but seokjin beats you to it. it’s not just his expression but his tone is completely at ease. almost as though he’s faced tense situations like this one too many times.

you breathe out before speaking, “i was going to introduce doctor kim to you and mom once we bought our engagement rings.”

your dad finally looks up, eyes wide and mouth slacked for the briefest second before his eyes flutter close. now’s about time for him to be rubbing his temples from the headache but instead, he lets out a sigh. for a split second, you see your dad for the age he is - not the age you remember him as in your earliest memories. wrinkles and smile lines and graying hair.

the seconds stretch on as do the silence. you can hear the distant ringing of the telephone all the way from mrs. nam’s desk from outside, almost clearly.

once your word settles in, then comes the million dollar question, “do you two love each other?”

it’s a no brainer. anyone with eyes can see and answer that for you - or perhaps taehyung already told your dad since he must have gone through a similar interrogation session. and yet, it’s only natural to want confirmation from your own daughter instead of her best friend even though he knows everything about her.

this can only go two ways: yes or no.

but you’ve never been fond of flat out lying, especially to the man who taught you such principles and you’ve talked about marrying for convenience with them ever since you realized that ambitions tend to reward but cheap sentiments like love does not.

yet your chest feels heavy having to go against your parents’ wishes and hopes for you - they want what any parent want for their child. happiness. “no, we don’t.”

“but no one enters into a marriage with divorce in mind. i don’t plan on just being a husband to your daughter just on paper. i’ll care for miss ___ and treat her the way like a queen. that much, i promise, sir.” seokjin holds your dad’s gaze - it’s haunting and charming, you would know. you’d been on the receiving end once too many times already. and you know that’s how he gets your dad.

the older man nods, shoulder line relaxing almost as though he’s been lifted off a dead weight. he’s not the only one - you don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until you feel your own muscles loosening and you’re breathing out in relief.

until his head snaps up to point out one thing, “you’re getting married yet you’re not on first name basis?”

x

“sorry to rope you into family drama, i’ll be more prepared next time so you won’t have to leave your work.” is the first thing you say once you’re in the elevator. your dad has made sure to grill you to half-death with his questions. he’s gonna give the immigration a run for their money. the first name basis matter is just the beginning of a series of dread -

‘what’s my daughter’s favorite color?’

‘dad, do you even know my-”

‘shh. do you know my daughter still wets the bed at the age ten?’

‘dad!’

seokjin had taken your dad on in stride. he chuckled when your dad said something ridiculous, borderline false and he listened on when your dad went on about the sob story of a ‘poor father with an undefeatable daughter’. but the way he did it was so effortless - almost as if he was a boyfriend visiting your parents and getting told all the embarrassing stories of your childhood and would tease you about it but at the end of the day, tells you he thinks the kid-you was cute - bed wetter or not.

there’s something that restricts your airway at the thought of sharing a feeling so strong with someone. in no time, you push the intimate image away. you and seokjin aren’t like that - this is marriage is strictly convenience-based.

“i asked a friend of mine to cover for me.” so he knew it’d be long but he didn’t actually said it was okay either. marriage is a tricky subject especially for someone as work-crazed as seokjin. you’re surprised he hasn’t cursed you out for making him miss work. “is it red?”

“what?” you blink, steps halting as you stare up at him with what starts to be mindless curiosity but ends up with a stretched on pause as you study the man’s visage. the plumpness of his lips is a given- it’s the first thing you noticed about him.

“your favorite color.” the corners of his lips lifts upwards before he includes his assertion, “you’re always wearing something red - your lipstick was red when we went for dinner. you have a red blouse on now.”

 even you didn’t know you have so much red. but it’s true - your functions and meetings wardrobe consists of red and black predominantly besides the more neutral pastel colors. you have a higher success rate of getting sponsors when you wear the tight fitted red dress.

but it’s not a preferred shade per se.

“no,” you chuckle, “my favorite color is yellow, like the banana.”

seokjin’s brows rises at that. he probably didn’t expect that - nobody expects the fierce and confident woman to like such a bright, clarifying color. “though i understand why you think it’s red.”

his lips curl into a smile - the kind of smile that mimics your own, not the one that he wears to charm your father. though that one was also genuine, this one makes him feel younger. like someone you can crack silly jokes with instead of the ever uptight working man.

before he manages to say anything, your name reverberates across the lobby. taehyung’s shrugged off that ugly grey checkered blazer of his and left it at the sofa as he mini run towards you. the grin on his face gradually falls off when he notices the lack of smile on your face.

“you left me for dead!”

he blocks your fist with a hand around your wrist before sighing as if you’re not just directing every ounce of energy in that punch of yours - but then again, none of your smacks really get to him.

“i didn’t know uncle was gonna ask me about that - i thought it was gonna be the usual lunch. i mean, come on, i waited for you down here even though i have work to do so i can make sure all your limbs are intact!” he looks like he almost meant it. almost.

it’s in that moment that seokjin’s remark reminds you that he’s still there, “you two must be close.”

���huh?” taehyung narrows his eye at you as though you’re no more than gum under his shoes while you whip your hand out of his grasp and scoff.

“nah, i’m her only friend.”

“it’s because he doesn’t have any other friend.”

you both say at the same time.

at least seokjin’s still able to laugh with all the intention-to-kill in the air. before you can elaborate on how taehyung kept following you around like a lost puppy when you were younger, seokjin’s hand finds its way around your shoulder, you thought it odd that he needs to pat on the shoulder farthest from him but it turns out he’s pulling you towards him but by the time you realize it, you’re already craning your neck to look at him. but you barely notice the awkward position of his lips on the spot just above your left eyebrow - his lips really are soft. and warm.

and gone.

before you know it, he’s pulling away, saying something about seeing you later - you couldn’t hear it from the blood rushing in your ears and the heat rising on your face. it’s only after you see his white coat disappear around the corner do you finally take notice of the slyly grinning fox in front of you.

“what did i tell you? simple-minded beings.”

x

you still don’t know why seokjin kissed you on the forehead.

sure, he told your dad he’s not planning to just be a husband on paper - okay. but he’s nowhere near a husband to you yet and you haven’t even given him an engagement ring. it doesn’t help that your heart keeps racing every time time the image of his sharp jaw and pursed lips before he kissed you, plays at the back of your mind.

he smelled good too - like aftershave and lemon and a hint of disinfectants.

before you know it, you find yourself rapping on his door eight minutes past 7 in the evening. after a whole solid minute of the red light on the door handle remaining the same color, you finally let out the breath you’ve been holding. it’s supposed to be past his shift but judging from the lack of response from the other side of the room, you know straight away that he’s still at the wards. it may have been an impromptus decision but now that you’ve walked the distance from your office to the other end of the building, you might as well go the extra mile and actually look for him. 

most of the nurses and doctors that pass you recognize you, bowing briefly before hurrying to where they were heading before they saw you. you rarely visit the cardiology department - or any other department for that matter because it’s always a hassle for the staff to prepare to greet you. in that aspect, you agree with seokjin - that they could be doing something better than pushing their schedules on their colleague to accompany a sightseeing vip.

“miss ___?” a young man around your age calls, his brows furrow at the idea that his eyes could be fooling him but when you turn to him, his eyes light up in pleasant surprise, “it really is you. why - i didn’t know you were visiting today.” 

“doctor kim,” you don’t forget a face easily - right before you is kim suho. the smile that stretches when you recognize him is telling enough. his past achievements are definitely to brag about and he must have attended the annual dinner if he recognizes you, “good evening. this isn’t an official visit - actually, i’m looking for someone. do you happen to know where doctor kim seokjin is?”

“seokjin?” he repeats the name with a sort of familiarity, coupled with confusion. of course, he’s probably wondering what the work-crazed doctor did to have the ceo come all the way to the wards.

“miss ___?” it’s feels almost deja vu - having your names called out by two different people within the span of five minutes. both sounding equally confused but for different reasons.

“good evening,” you fix seokjin one of your alluring smiles, heart skipping a beat - it’s probably the stethoscope hanging over his shoulder. it compliments the collared button down and white coat, look you usually see him in, “i went to you office but you weren’t there so i came here.”

“let’s talk in my office.” he clears his throat, eyes drifting to look to somewhere on his left before he stops himself. if it’s the whispering nurses at the counter he’s worried about - he shouldn’t be. because you’re about to put a ring on it.

x

“sorry, i was doing my last rounds but the patient was a chatty one - i lost track of time.” he says, walking into the office and setting the stethoscope down on his desk before he takes a seat behind it.

you notice the way his eyes travel from your perfectly pinned up hair down to your diamonds adorned neck down to the halter strap of your elegant maroon dress that wraps around your body flawlessly. but he doesn’t say a word - and you’re forced to school your expression to not show your surprise and hurt when he doesn’t even let his gaze linger for any longer than necessary as he meets your eyes again.

you take out the suede velvet box from your purse and place it right in front of him. “it just came in, why don’t you try putting it on?”

his eyes twinkle with a surprise not because of the foretelling shape and characteristics of the box, nor the affirmation of the silver band inside it but because it sits snugly around his ring finger when he slips it on.

“how did you get my size right?” the impressed tone laced in his voice makes your chest swell with pride and lips curl into a smirk.

it only takes him a few seconds to interpret your smirk - that time in his office. the ghost of his digit on your tongue still lingers. it wasn’t just for show and you weren’t cruel enough to put a man through that misery if you didn’t have your own reasons.

he shakes his head, ring bluntly glinting as suppresses his chuckle with his hand.

your heart is beating too loudly in your chest - there’s something in the way he’s bearing your claim but you still manage to sound leveled and collected. “since we’re officially engaged, do you mind if i call you seokjin?”

“i’d like that very much, ___.” he’s finally dropped the suffix. ms. this, ms. that. you’ve gotten used to it but it serves to enforce the invisible line between you and him when he addresses you so formally.

your phone buzzes in your purse - it must be taehyung. you didn’t expect to spend longer than ten minutes but he must be waiting at the lobby if he’s texting you now. standing up, you bid him a parting “have a nice evening, seokjin.”

he doesn’t seem like he has anything on his mind but just as your hand covers the handle of the door, he speaks up, “once we’re married, could you refrain from going to these functions?”

it takes you off guard. like a spear that pierces you just as you lay down your armor but you’re not one to let something like this get to you, “i’m afraid that’s not possible.” and that’s it. it’s final.

but you should have known when you decide to use that practiced icy tone, that seokjin wouldn’t just back off the way almost everyone would. the only people who would still have the gal to say something or dismiss it are your parents and taehyung.

“i know you expect me to be an obedient husband and become chairman and do my job. it shouldn’t matter if you attend these functions since you’re not forcing me to go with you.” and there’s those eyes again. tearing into the soul of your window and stripping you bare the way only kim seokjin could. “but marriage is about compromise - giving up one thing for the other. i’m gonna inherit my dad’s fortunes and you’re gonna get that 10 million my mom promised. shouldn’t that be enough to get the projects for the hospital rolling?"

when he says it like that, it seems so easy and simple. “no wonder you’re a doctor. you don’t know a thing about maintaining a sustainable business.” you let your lips curl briefly, “but i’ll think about what you said.”

then, you’re out of his office. heels clicking against the floor as you make your way to the lobby and into taehyung’s familiar sleek black burgatti.

x

“so he asked you to stop coming to these functions.” the car rolls to a stop right in front of the hall where the birthday party of seollyu’s president is held.

“in essence, yeah.” you say after he comes around the car and your hand automatically tucks itself in the crook of his arm.

“then why are you mad?” the car purrs behind you before the valet takes it somewhere to park it.

some of the reporters at the entrance calls your and taehyung’s names in an attempt to make you look at the camera. there’s too many and the lights are blinding - you just want to get into the hall quickly. at least they won’t be able to follow you past the doors.

“i just - i don’t like that he’s asking me to change, you know? just because i’m married, i won’t get to do the things i usually do before? that’s just bullshit.” you huff in frustration - not bothering to hide your stiff eyebrows and slightly pursed lips all the while you have your pictures taken. at best, they’re going to slander you with jealousy over taehyung’s new budding romance.

“i mean, he did cut his family off and stopped going to these things.” the man shrugs, “maybe he has a good reason - did you even ask him why?”

and that’s how you know you’ve lost the fight. taehyung’s too sensible - naturally, he wouldn’t have his own startup at such a young age, if he isn’t the way he is now. but you don’t want an analyst - you want a friend who would listen to you and let you vent your frustrations before finding the root of the problem and suggesting the solution.

taehyung knows this and he knows plenty of many things, having been your childhood and best friend all in one package. but because he knows you too well, he also knows you’ll end up doing something you would regret if he were too late to point out your mistake. sometimes you want to prove him wrong - that you can call the right shots when it comes to people without having him paint a picture for you to foresee the outcome but so far, there’s limited exhibits of your success. your failed past relationships being the prime examples.

“i hate it when you’re right.” you grumble, letting your hand fall to your side - usually you wouldn’t mind having to cling onto taehyung like a child. you’re all the other has in these functions - everyone has their own reason for attending and just like absolutely everyone, you approach people because of what they can give you. that’s why you see groups of people your age flocking together - they grew up trained to sniff those with ill intentions and those with a mutual interest.

and usually, they’ve known each other at a very young age - the way you knew taehyung for as long as you can remember.

you have other friends too - or rather, they’re people you single out to be of no threat to your business and could even become partners someday. like sowon - her bright amber dress making it seem as though a ball of fire is flitting across the hall. you’re about to wave at her before you notice a more furious fire burns in her eyes.

“you bitch!”

all of a sudden, your neck is craned in an awkward angle. the blaze on your cheek settles a little later than the realization that sowon just smacked you right across the face yet when you turn back to her, hands clenching and unclenching in suppression of rising anger - she’s the one with tears in her eyes. “i trusted you.”

oh boy.

the host hasn’t even made his speech and the crowd’s already excited. the widespread whispers don’t go past you - some of the people in your periphery doesn’t even bother hiding leaning into the person next to them while stealing glances your way. but you doubt the woman in front of you would notice anyone here but you.

“ladies, there’s plenty of me to go around.” taehyung speaks from next to you, his smooth baritone echoing off and reaching anyone within five feet. you know he’s doing this to cover for any other possible misunderstanding - after all, this isn’t the first time you’re trapped in a scandal between taehyung and one of his girlfriends.

sowon loathes taehyung though.

but it doesn’t matter as long as everyone thinks it’s just another day of you getting in between the budding romance of taehyung and his female acquaintance. you can already see the expressions of the guests falling - probably disappointed at the not-so-news news. but there are also those who snicker underneath their breath - probably one of taehyung’s past acquaintances. it’s no secret taehyung would choose you over them in a heartbeat - and it’s been established when taehyung appears at a function with another woman once and appear to the next five with you until a new poor soul takes that woman’s place.

what can you say? your best friend’s a charmer. but the downside is, you don’t have that many female friends at functions. and one of the few you do have, you’ve managed to piss off.

sowon’s sniffle tears your attention away from the crowd. flushed cheeks and puffed eyes. you’re not close but you’re acquainted enough to know she’s a woman of pride and confidence. she wouldn’t lose her cool over a man - well, at least not a licentious man like taehyung. and that’s the only reason keeping you from bitch slapping the pride off her. the sting on your cheek is nothing compared to the injury your pride sustains - all because what’s left of your conscience wouldn’t allow you to return the slap.

deep down, you know you deserved it and more. your insides churn painfully. all of a sudden the dress around your body is two sizes too small. it’s suffocating - the whole room is suffocating.

“after everything i told you - you had to go for him?!” her scream could almost burst your eardrums if it isn’t for the blood rushing in your ears.

it’s easy to think she’s referring to taehyung. somewhere from across the room, the crowd starts clearing out a path - looks like the host has caught wind of the commotion sowon has caused.

you want to curse her too. hurt her with words as much as she hurt you with her physical assault. but instead you find yourself dropping your gaze.

“i’m sorry, sowon.” is all you say before mr. jung and his army of secretaries approach you and bring you two to different rooms. by the time dinner starts, sowon isn’t around - it’s understandable, her pride wouldn’t allow her to let these people poke fun at her.

but you don’t survive this world you’re born in by running away - you survive it by developing skin as untouchable as scales. so you stay until desert, smiling with a sore cheek and conversing with those who you know would be neutral about the incident, like nothing happened.

taehyung sticks closer to you. he doesn’t ask if you’re okay - you’re not. but when you tug on his sleeve and timidly murmur you wish to go home, he does so without hesitation. it’s times like these you’d choose him over the world.

x

the tabloids love gossip. a sensational, popcorn-worthy scoop. there are two divided groups thanks to that. the first one is devoted to the belief that it’s a love triangle between you, taehyung and sowon. the other one, choosing to dig deeper than what’s on the surface, believes it goes way back. ten years back.

“sorry, i should have told you sowon was my ex-fiance - it didn’t occur to me until i saw the articles that you two might meet at a function.” seokjin finally says, the strawberry ice cream beginning to melt in its paper bowl when he asked you to ‘at least, let me cure your injury,’ - you didn’t, in a - make that ten - million years picture it to be in a form of an ice cream bowl he bought from the mini convenience store next to the cafeteria. it was to hold it on your cheek but you couldn’t just let good food go to waste.

it hurts to even smile but you can’t help it at the thought of the rumored half-mad doctor using his break for something besides working some more. coupled with a shake of your head and the plastic spoon trapped in between your lips, you look just as insane. 

your heart still clenches at the recollection of the other night, “i knew you two were engaged.”

his shoulder line straightens just the slightest bit as he lifts one eyebrow, not completely surprised but neither is he unfazed. so you continue, “it was by pure dumb luck that you turn out to be the best marriage prospect for me but i thought she was over it since it’s been years.”

there it is again, the churning in your stomach. like something’s eating you from the inside. if you focus enough, you can hear the voice inside your head scoffing - even if they’d just broken up yesterday, you still would have proposed to seokjin, maybe even the day after said break up. 

this time, you don’t look away when his eyes meet yours. you let him strip your armor down to your very core. show him just what kind of person you are - the person who wouldn’t let anything get in the way of her ambitions. wouldn’t dwell cheap sentiments like friendship. even if that made you - as sowon would put it - a bitch.

then, he lets out a heavy sigh - the kind of sigh a parent would do when their kid got in trouble and admitted their fault. so now he can’t lecture you on morals and ethics because you have your own principles.

if anything, it reminds you of the glaring difference in your age - the things he’s already experienced that you’re about to someday. the betrayals. the broken friendships. the choices between what you want and what you need. he’s probably seen this all before.

“is an old man like me really worth all that trouble?” the tiniest of smile graces his strong feature. eyebrows wavering with something you can’t pinpoint.

“well, there’s a doctor - kim suho.” this time, you don’t bother pointing out his not-even-that-old age. the way his eye twitches barely noticeably tells you he doesn’t expect your answer. a moment later, it becomes too apparent, from his troubled expression - brows stiffed and jaws tight, that he doesn’t like the idea of you asking for another man’s hand in marriage. you have to tell yourself to refrain from smiling, not because your cheek might hurt again but because it’s probably not a good time to tease him.

deciding to release him from his own misery, you quickly elaborate, “but he has an average background - no matter how much experience he has, you don’t just get on your knees and start slithering with the snakes. you have to be born into the family. so yes,” you place your ice cream on the coffee table, hand pushing back a strand of hair to appear more delicate and win his favor while you let a furtive smile adorn your face - and there’s a smile he’s suppressing too because he knows what you’re trying to do, “this old man is definitely worth it.”

his shoulder line seems to ease up as he tries to hide a relieved sigh by clearing his throat. but it’s short lived when the crease between his brows returns and a newfound tension settles in space on the couch separating the two of you, “yes, but suho was never the one i should be on a look out for, was he?”

you blink but he’s already shaking his head. a smile on his face, “never mind.”

x

things seem to settle down - everyone at the hospital knows about you and seokjin now. and you’ve managed to convince him to finally use his off days to spend it on preparing for the wedding. cake tasting. dress and suit fitting. deciding on what color the napkins should be - a month ago, you approached seokjin with the mindset to make him agree to marry you. after all, prince charming was the one who had it all - it didn’t make sense to have cinderella do all the wedding planning.

he was mad at you for some reason - it lasted for quite awhile until you directly asked why he’d been given you the cold shoulders. “you keep playing a two man game by yourself.” he sighed when he said those words - because he saw in your eyes, that you thought there was nothing wrong to be finishing what you started by yourself, “we’re getting married - we’re gonna become a team yet you keep making decisions by yourself.”

ever since then, you started asking if he wanted to join you to the cake and dessert tasting, napkin color picking. you didn’t realize how nice it was to do things with another person than decide it on your own.

and somewhere along the way, you started teasing him more.

“if the saying ‘men age like fine wine’ is a person,” a grin slips over your face as you shamelessly give seokjin is a once over, “then you’d be the embodiment of that.”

he doesn’t seem to mind - rather, he seems like he’s enjoying the attention as he chuckles and shakes his head. probably thinking there’s no saving you and your compliments now.

“come here.” it’s the way he says it - with a smile on his lips and eyes that says you’re all he sees and hand extended to capture yours, that makes you jump from your seat. the front of the dress bunched up in your hands as to not trip over it and right into his arms. just like moth drawn to flames.

he pulls you up over the platform that he’s been standing on and lets you stand in front of him, hand on your shoulder as you stare in front of the 3 part mirror in the boutique. the dress you have on is a light gold dress with a sweetheart neckline that wraps around your curves flawlessly down to your knees and flow out like a mermaid’s tail. seokjin has on a traditional cobalt blue single breasted suit with three buttons fitting around his waist perfectly. his hair is gelled back the way you specifically requested.

he gave you a quizzical look as though wanting you to elaborate on your reason for that request but you’d only left him with a kiss on the cheek and a ‘see you on monday.’

if there’s one thing you learned about seokjin, it’s that he’s devastatingly unaware of his strong features that makes every woman’s legs turn to jelly and every man’s heart skip a beat. and he chooses to hide it under that usual middle parted style.

seokjin’s reflection bends down but his eyes remains on you as he whispers against the shell of your ears, “you look exquisite.”

you have half the mind to push him off and run away in case he’d ear the erratic beating in your chest but he probably already knows from the way you shyly look away. the you from a year ago would laugh at what you’ve become - the kind of girl that gets flustered and can’t form a proper sentence in the presence of a male. but before you can respond, a boisterous voice from the sofa you were sitting at, announces, “alright, next!”

your teeth clench together as you whirl around to face taehyung’s silly grin. that cockblocker - he knew you were having a moment and went out of his way to ruin it. “what are you even here for? don’t you have something better to do?”

for once, taehyung isn’t on his phone. you wouldn’t mind it so much if he’d just ignore you half of the time whenever you hang out. “your mom tasked me to find you a perfect dress since she can’t be here.” there’s a glint in his eyes - something ratchet and devious but his lips curve like that of an angel.

you don’t miss seokjin’s tightened jaw and stiff shoulder line as he helps you down the platform. ever since taehyung showed up ten minutes into fitting, seokjin’s expression has been switching from that suave smile to looking like he has a splinter stuck in his thumb - a human sized splinter that goes by the name of kim taehyung.

you never thought you’d live to see the day when kim seokjin would harbor any sort of animosity towards someone - he’s probably a strict supervisor, but resentful? can’t be.

you chalk it up with the plain fact that anyone who’s not head over heels for taehyung would want to skin him alive on the early stages of getting to know him.

“hm? seokjin’s not here yet?” you ask once you’re back from the fitting room, having slipped into an ivory trumpet shaped dress. it’s a much simpler design compared to the one you had on which makes it a perfect counter part for the after party. “that’s a first, the lady finishing first than the guy.”

“oh, it’s not that unusual.” taehyung snickers. guess that just shows how confident he is with his skills.

“i’ve never been this tired and i’ve only tried on three dresses.” instead of entertaining his remark, you choose plop down next to him.

“sparky, does he love you?” it’s that nickname that gets you.

there are only two circumstances where he would call you that: one, when he wants to annoy you and two, when he’s feeling nostalgic. guess it’s finally hitting him that you’re no longer kids chasing each other around in one of his mansions. you’re both grown up and one is trying out wedding gowns.

“uh, me and seokjin are about to get married, taetae.” you throw in a nickname of your own just to lighten up the mood.

but all it does is lift the corners of his lips into a wistful smile. and that’s how you know you can’t be telling your half-truths. and evading his question isn’t working all that well either. “it feels like we can talk about things more openly now - but no, i don’t think he does. he’s marrying me to become the next chairman and i’m after his money and maybe get a kid out of him too.” a knot forms in your stomach - something about what you said doesn’t sit well with you but this is what you wanted. this is what you prepared for the moment you decided to ask seokjin for his hand in marriage. you shouldn’t hope for more.

the laugh taehyung lets out is reactionary. humorless. “can’t you wait for me? i know i’m in no position to ask - but can’t you?”

two years and three months ago, when you were a little youthful, had a little more stars in your eyes - maybe you would’ve said yes in a heartbeat. with every birthday you celebrate, fear rears its ugly head and reminds you that time isn’t an illusion and you know better than to bet on something - someone you're not sure you can win.

your heart aches a similar way it did two years ago - but you know now it’s not because it’s breaking to pieces. instead it’s hurting for the pieces of that young boy you could never hope to complete using yours. it took awhile but you know how to get back on your feet - but it’s not all that simple for taehyung. only he can fix his broken pieces.

“i stopped, taehyung,” you finally say, gaze burning holes inside the lace material of the dress, “the moment you told me you can’t - i stopped loving you. i’m glad i did because it wasn’t love. i was just scared to lose you like you’re afraid to lose me now,” you tug on his hand to get him to look at you and he does - all of a sudden, you’re both eight, inside your own bedroom with your dolls and his remote control cars strewn across the floor, “but you’ll always be my taetae and i’ll always be your sparky - i’m always gonna be here for you.”

you thought he’d changed. it’s nice to know he still uses a fruit scented shower gel when he brings you into a hug. the piercing sweet scent isn’t as strong as you remember it. the hug lasts a bit longer and his body is trembling slightly but you know it’s going to be okay - even if he packs up and leave for a foreign city like two years ago when you told him you loved him and you had to hunt him down through your wits and will (that damned private investigator accumulated a fortune to last him for probably ten years). at the end of the day, you’ll come back to each other. because the bond you’ve formed is thicker than the blood coursing through your veins.

“if he makes you cry, you come to me, okay?” you can’t even be mad when he ruffles your hair before picking up his blazer and shrugging it on. by the end of it, you’re both smiling - though his remains wistful, yours is sanguine.

it’s only after taehyung’s figure disappears through the door, do you notice the feeling of a pair of eyes burning holes inside your head.

“seokjin.”

the man is leaning against the door where his changing room is. you don’t need to ask why his brows are strained and the lips that would usually grace you with a smile, is pressed into a tight line.

x

“i never knew-” seokjin stops himself, lips pressed together as though he doesn’t want to say it, but he does with a shake of his head, “-no, i did know there was something between you and taehyung.”

you end up in seokjin’s apartment. the whole ride has been stiff silent. it’s the first you’ve seen him so disheveled. his tie hangs loose on his neck as though he’d yanked it without a care in the world and forgot about it. the first two buttons of his button down are undone. what once was his perfectly sleeked back hair disheveled from having been mussed up.

the hot chocolate seokjin made you is losing heat the longer you hold onto to it for the sake of having something to do with your hands. “i proposed to him two years ago and stopped loving him as soon as he turned me down - taehyung, he... he’s got a lot going on. that’s all i can say. i hope you don’t misunderstand what you saw.”

his eyes turn as round as saucers for the briefest moment before they flutter to their original almond shapes. shoulder line shaking from chuckling - but there’s nothing funny about any of this so you keep your eyes on him. if he needed confirmation of the truth you’re speaking, he need only search it in the windows of your soul.

“that’s very like you, ___.” he finally says.

you’re not sure what he meant but you’re not about to ponder on it either, “is there anything else you’d like to know about me, seokjin? there’s no reason for me to lie to you - we’re about to get stuck with each other for the rest of our lives. we should at least be able to talk about our past openly.”

when he doesn’t seem to have any other inquiry, you decide to let go of your pride - the reason you never asked was because you were too proud to be wrong. growing up, there were only a few people that you let poke fun at you and fewer you’d let prove you wrong. it dawned on you some time after you’re all showered and ready to go to bed one night - that you’re about to let seokjin waltz into your life and he’ll bear witness to your most intimate side. he’s about to be said one of the fewer people.

“then, my turn - why did you want me to stop attending social functions? i’ve been doing it my whole life - i’m good at it. and i’m not planning to stop just because i got married unless you have a proper reason for asking me to.”

the way his gaze drops tells you it wasn’t just a baseless request. you reach out across the counter, slipping your hands into his. that seems to have brought him back.

“my parents chose to attend a function instead of staying by my grandfather’s side even when the doctor told them he wouldn’t make it til morning - they weren’t even sorry. couldn’t even stay throughout the whole funeral.” he shakes his head almost as though being hung up over it was ridiculous yet couldn’t move past it either, “it’s ugly what too much wealth does - i just- i’m sorry i asked such a thing from you. it’s my own problem that i have to deal with, you don’t have to stop.”

it’s not hard to put yourself in his shoes. you understand where he’s coming from - you want to tell him that but somehow words are cheap. especially right in this moment.

so without thinking, you slip off the stool and walk around the counter until you reach him. the last thing you see before you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to your level, is his wondrous gaze.

the man doesn’t flinch away from your touch nor does he welcome it in any way. but the longer the seconds stretch on, the more you realize how idiotic and awkward it is to hug someone you barely know - it worked for taehyung but that’s only because he knew you preferred action rather than words.

“i’m not gonna stop completely but i won’t go as often - it’s getting boring anyway.” you nonchalantly say - or at least try to sound like you’ve lost interest in the function on your own. you haven’t been to any since that incident with sowon, waiting out for the rumors to die down is a better choice.

the body in your arms is unresponsive as ever - you would think you’re hugging a dead body if not for the heat of his breath fanning your delicate skin. maybe he’s just too nice to push a lady away. just as you’re about retract your arms, a warm hand rests on your hip. his touch is soft and gentle - as if he’s handling a porcelain doll while you’d just dragged him down to you without even considering how uncomfortable the angle would be given his tall broad frame. 

his body vibrates when he lets out a short breath like a brief chuckle, “you’re very generous with your hugs.”

your brain short circuits when the man raises his head from your shoulder and rests his forehead on yours - it reminds you of how woman you are. even when he’s sitting he still hovers over you. his free hand cups your jaw, thumb lightly pressing on your lower lip. so this is what it felt like when your roles were switched - is he going to give you a false sense that he’ll kiss you the way you would him?

“may i?” he’s smiling when he repeats your own words - eyes trapping the ray of sunlight that pours over the wall-window like an illuminate waterfall. for the first time since you know him, you’re scared. not of what he will do but of what you want him to - but he won’t do.

your train of thoughts dissipates along with your worry the moment his lips touch yours. gentle. yet the hand pulling you into him is possessive. something in your stomach churns with butterflies.

you want to say you don’t know how you end up with your stomach pressed against his crotch or how his semi-hard arousal started rubbing into your abdomen. it’s supposed to be awkward but it isn’t and you know he’s refraining from addressing his aroused state to avoid making it uncomfortable for you - even though every time you shift and lean into him, you see his the gentle bob of his adam’s apple. it makes you want him even more. he leans into your touch as soon as you reach for him like moth drawn to flames.

“right.” he declares as if he’s been reminded of something when he comes in contact with one of the ridge of the rock on your middle finger. it’s your own engagement ring you ordered with seokjin’s. when the man spoke about getting you one, you’d held up your left hand and told him you already had one made. in fact, you never took it off since the day you put it on - which was the same day it came it.

understandably, you’re always wearing more than a ring on your hand - it’s easy to mix up between the ring from your personal collection or a ring of promise. especially when you didn’t tell him you got one made for yourself.

the hand on your cheek is warm as it brushes against your cheekbones, your rolls off his tongue like sweet honey, “what did i ever do to make you think i don’t love you?”

you blink once. you heard his words but your mind isn’t registering anything. but it seems your heart has seem to figure it out from the way it’s accelerating, you’re afraid seokjin might hear it. “wh-what?”

all of a sudden, you have this urge to pull the invisible blinds of his wall-window and hide from the peering rays of the sun. seokjin’s airy gaze. your fallen dress strap. the gentle protrusion in his pants. your own mussed up hair - you want to keep this moment all to yourself.

he pecks your forehead one last time. this lips curling into a smile - he knows you heard him. loud and clear and you have a feeling you’ll be hearing it at the most unpredictable moment from now on. so there’s no rush.

“where should we go for dinner?” 

x

seokjin knows they call him the doctor version of a mad scientist. he knows a plenty of many things. like how he’s more strict with the junior physicians under his care. but that’s only because if he treats them below their potential, they’ll end up being that.

but the part where suho jokingly told him that he was crazy for working on holidays - maybe he was.

he’d moved out as soon as he turned 18 and eventually cut off his parents. before, even if it was just for show, he still got to see them during those functions they held.

but by the time he graduated college and started interning as a doctor - he was already erasing part of his existence. and his parents didn’t seem to notice. it made it cutting them off effortless.

but then, loneliness - pure, unadulterated loneliness started to sink its claws into him. so he turned to work even more. built his life around it.

by the time he became a fellow, he had absolutely zero social life. the only human interaction he had was with his patients - but they come and go. sure they’re grateful for him - and since the private hospital he’s working at is frequented mostly by the richest, he’d received gifts like cars or gold bars from one of his elderly patients who were convinced they were going to die - until they woke up from a successful surgery done by seokjin himself. but they eventually forget him.

and of course, he returned those gifts. he’d be no different than his parents - than the people he wished not to see anymore after he left that world. but the one thing he thought he wanted - the one thing he thought would make him happy, started to burn him out. every birthday was just a reminder that he’s half the age his soul is. 

he’s worn and tired and losing sight of that man he told himself to be by a certain age.

that is, until you came along. at first, it was just courtesy that he listened to what you had to say - apparently you were the ceo. and quite literally, his boss. at first, he thought you were messing with him when you asked for his hand in marriage - no one just waltzes in and propose to someone they don’t know.

even those convenient marriages don’t go this way. but he’d accepted it anyway.

it has more to do with those eyes of yours than the chairman position. those eyes - they remind him so much of himself. the current him. except where his soul wanes, yours thirsts to thrive. like a dying cactus refusing to dry out.

you had thorns but picking them out wasn’t a problem - you’d been disconcerted at first but you’d quickly learn to use it to your advantage. telling him only the truth or nothing. since evasion and half-truths don’t work on him the way they would work on the people you probably surrounded yourself with. and he knew exactly what type of people they were.

eventually, you started telling him the blunt, honest truth. it threw him off a few times - like when you’d straight out told him that you knew who sowon was and still went for him.  and that time when you admitted that he was the second man to receive your proposal - the first being that brat, taehyung. and then, you’d straight out asked him about why he didn’t want you attending functions anymore instead of ignoring his request like his parents would. or flip out of shame for having your lie found out. you were forbearing but firm. sometimes, it felt like you were much older than him. 

but then you had a childish side to you too - it was food for his soul. every time he was with you, he felt like himself again. like that boy who applied for a job at the hospital with only his wits and his will backing him up. at first, he’d only saw that side of you in front of your most treasured people. your father. your mother. taehyung.

what you and taehyung have - seokjin will never come close to comprehend. a bond so strong, not even death could tear you apart. it became apparent too soon to seokjin that taehyung dominated parts of your life and he’ll only have a but a crevice of his presence in yours. your smile would always be a little brighter when you’re with the younger man. eyes always drifting away from him to taehyung.

and he was content with that but he thinks you’ve changed. or maybe it’s him that did. because you’re grinning at him now - like there’s something up your sleeves. and there is - his eyes widen at your brazenness. one minute he was admiring the way you lasted for hours in those heels that you just kicked off - you’d been wearing them starting from the ceremony to the reception and finally the after party but the next minute, you were grinning and pulling him with you down onto the velvet sheets. the your dress has ridden up to just below your knees in the process and seokjin’s caressing your exposed calf - he thinks you’re all the more delicate. your skin, too soft. he’s afraid he might bruise you.

“oh,” you speak into his mouth before pulling away without even a peck on his lips - but there’s a twinkle in your eyes when you pick up a small golden box that sat prettily on the night stand, “almost forgot. for you.”

“i didn’t get you a wedding gift.” he announces, pushing down the suspicion dominating his brain but how can he not pull out the ribbon to find out what you’ve prepared for him, when you’re looking at him like that? all grin and proud and saying something like you didn’t need one.

then his face falls and he’s looking at you deadpanned in the eye after noting the too familiar tablet of blue pills. but the frown doesn’t live long - he finds himself shaking his head. a smile wedging itself on  his own face, “viagra. really?”

“better safe than sorry, right?” it's not right context - usually, a condom would be involved where that sentenced is used. but you know from seokjin’s dazed stare that he doesn’t get it - but he chooses to admire your features instead.

it takes everything in you not to bury your face in his chest just because his stare is making you feel like a high school girl with a crush. his eyes don’t make you want to reel away from him and cover every scar and lies with a thick blanket anymore. perhaps it has something to do with the fact that there isn’t any that he hasn’t seen. both your flaws and your virtue - if he wanted to run away, there were plenty of chances for him to do so but he stayed and now - now, you’ll never let him go. hold him captive in your castle, smooth criminal. you lean and press a kiss on his lips - just to make him close his eyes.

when you pull away, his lips chases yours. just like moth drawn to flames. you can’t help but giggle - it’s cut short when his hand weaves itself into your hair and bring you down to him.

you barely notice the hand that wraps around your wrist before your back hits the soft mattress. his shoulders appear more broad now that he’s hunched over you like a beast who hasn’t had a drop of water since the drought. at times like these you’re reminded of how man he is and how woman you are. a fact you seem to forget because he’s been playing along with your little games like a well-behaved child.

“hey, no fair!” lips pursed, you cross your arms in a show of protest. but he chuckles that soothing chuckle and he’s standing on his knees while the frame of his belt glints in warning.

your heart skips a beat at the sight of his arousal that was begging to be released from the confinements of his cobalt blue pants. the sigh he breathes out when he pulls down the zipper, sends shivers down your spine.but disappointment makes your face fall when he leaves it like that instead of pushing his pants down along with it.

that’s okay. you tell yourself. we’re married now-

you reach out for him only to have a hand wrap around your wrist, your fingers hovering achingly close to the gentle protrusion in his black boxers but not really touching.

you crane your neck to look at him but when your eyes meet, your words die in your throat. the smile is gone and in its place, is a tilted smirk, “are you sure? once we start i might not be able to stop.”

it’s that question that gets your heart writhing and crying to be set free from the confinement of your rib cages.

“seokjin,” the name tastes delectably sinful tonight, “i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

maybe it’s the vow you’re making on the absolutely zero occasion where you’ve been this rapt by a man. maybe it’s your out of character use of the curse - that’s just how much you want this. or maybe it’s both. either way, seokjin’s gripping handfuls of your dress and you wordlessly raise your hands up for him to pull your dress off you.

it’s the way his eyes travel down your body. hunger. madness. lust. they meld together in those darkened eyes of his yet you’ve never felt so safe. he dives in for a kiss. this time, it’s raw and passionate and has no intention to stop halfway - not after he made it clear that he couldn’t and not after you pleaded for him to take you.

your white cotton bra is first to go - you only wore it because the straps won’t contrast too much with the strap of your dress. initially, you were going to tease him a bit and disappear into the bathroom to change into the lacy black lingerie set you’d specifically ordered to be custom made by victoria’s secret. but with the way he’s kneading your breast in his palm and the way you’re clawing against his clothed chest like a ravenous creature - the lingerie can wait.

“take off your clothes.” in your head, it sounded more demanding - but it comes out breathy and begging. a part of you chide yourself for waving the white flag before the game even began but another part of you is tired of being the only one bare and naked.

there’s a godless gleam in his eyes the moment he heard your request and you should have known seokjin wouldn’t make it that easy for you. this is karma coming back to bite you in your butt naked state after all those times you spent teasing the man and him accepting it without any complaint. you thought he was just mature enough to get over it. it turns out he was just a beast laying in wait to claim what he deserves, “what’s the magic word?”

“please.” you answer in a heartbeat.

that same heart stops beating the second he shakes his head. no. wrong answer. “the other one - do you really think i didn’t notice? the way you tease me - the way you know i won’t do anything about it because i’m older, i have to be a bigger person?”

that’s when your pride comes crashing in like tidal wave. walk away, it says. you take back what you said about having nothing to hide from seokjin - there’s one. and you thought you’d keep it with you. let it be buried in your grave. but he knows - like he knows every layer of your existence. your every desire and compulsion. it’s disgraceful and mortifying, for you. but seokjin holds your gaze and wait, wait, wait - he doesn’t seem to share your thoughts - doesn’t look disgusted either.

“daddy.” the moment the word leaves your mouth, you feel liberated. freed. like a long overdue confession. the pleased look on seokjin’s face is everything and more. “daddy, please.”

“as you wish.” he’s your liberator. your freer. and he’s about to grant your one carnal desire.

his clothes hit the ground within less than a minute. you can’t help but gawk at his perfectly sculpted physique. it’s like gods personally descended the heavens and blessed him in his mother’s womb and stayed by his side up until now - only for him to scorn them right in this moment. your body bounces off the bed lightly when his fingers dig in your thigh, pulling you closer like a ragged doll. a small yelp escapes you.

your panties are the last to go. discarded somewhere on the floor along with yours and his wedding attire.

the first whimper escapes the moment he slips into you, but not fully. he lets you take him in, get used to his size and directs your hand to his lips before placing it on his shoulder. as if telling you, you can hurt him, claw him until his back is raw and bleeding.

you wouldn’t at first - opting to keep your hands fisted while you try your hardest to suppress every moan that erupts from your mouth with every stroke. but then he hits that sweet spot. your back arches forward and you think it’s that moment when your fingers break the delicate skin on his back - but you can’t remember. it’s a blur - the electricity coursing from your heart through your veins and curls your toes. the stars you see in the back of your mind and the way you tighten around him when the delectable sound of his moans brushes the shell of your ear as he holds you against him.

he almost crushed him underneath his weight when he pulls out of you. the traces of his arousal pressing in between your bodies as he forces himself up by propping himself on his forearms. his labored breath fans your face and he’s all you see.

there’s still a surplus of tingle in your lower abdomen how high he takes you - almost like cloud nine. and you’re slick with sweat and body fluid but there’s no where you’d rather be than here, in your husband’s arms.

five months ago, you approached him with the objective of gaining a husband to take the chairman position and maybe give you the grandchild that your mother’s been asking you for. you didn’t expect for anything more than what you bargained for. but the first time he told you how he felt - you still didn’t believe him. 

it was too surreal. and seokjin probably saw the tendrils of doubt every time he tells you how he feels - at the most sporadic moment. but he kept picking your thorns one by one like he could do this for a hundred years and more. you think i was that day when he found out about your past feelings for taehyung that he started. and he finally picked all of your prickly spikes - and now, he’s holding you like a child. head buried in between your breasts, muscled arms loosely hugging your waist. what a contrasting different to the man he was half an hour ago but so very seokjin of him.

the elated breath he lets out with his sigh is warm on your skin, “you know how to make an old man feel young.”

there he does it again. he’s been saying he’s old even though he’s only in his 30′s. at first you thought he was joking but over time - you think he truly believes he is. but when you agree with him-

“is your back okay? wouldn’t want your ancient bones breaking.” you pat his head sympathetically. 

almost as if you’ve pushed a that button with a flashy warning red on it, his fingers twine around your wrist and pull it away from his head. the bed shifts as he hovers over you with an aggrieved glint, “i’m sure there are greater things that little mouth of yours can do than express your concerns for my back, sweetheart.”

your heart skips a beat.

x

epilogue.

you love being married.

not because you can strut to seokjin’s office and have everyone know you have every right to be there. nor because the board can’t really say anything since seokjin fits every characteristics of a chairman either. but because-

“we’ve been at it like rabbits,” seokjin shoulder line jolts slightly when your arms gently wrap around him from behind but there’s a sort of mirth laced in his voice, “you’re still not tired?”

“what ever do you mean, dear husband?” your voice is sweet but not entirely innocent.

sure, you did it an hour ago and you’re both supposed to get ready for bed but when you stepped out of the bathroom and find the bed empty, you had to wander outside. you know he’d be in the living room reviewing past years’ reports in his preparation to take on your dad’s position. he could just step up first and get familiar with his job along the way - but it wouldn’t have been very seokjin to enter the battlefield without polishing his armor.

he smells like peppermint and lavender. donning a plain white shirt and grey sweats - it’s the second most dressed down you’ve ever seen him in compared to the white-collars you’re so used to seeing him in. the first, being when he’s in bed, of course.

“okay, well, i’m going to bed first.” with a peck on his cheek, you bid him a good night.

but it’s not in your nature to give up without a fight - or rather, without sauntering in front him in your pastel pink camisole. you put on the a black and gold corset on your first monthivasery - it was just an excuse for you to try on the lingerie and it paid off. but there’s just something about camisoles - floral or plain pastels are what gets him prancing on you like a hungry beast. it looks like you’re not the only one with a fetish.

the cleaner comes in every twice a week and you’re not here enough to mess up the place except the master bedroom - like seokjin said, you have been going at it like rabbits. still, you bend down, making sure your ass is perked a little higher as you rearrange the picture frames on the rack under the tv.

a tune of your favorite song vibrates against your throat for thirty-six seconds before you straighten your back and begin to walk towards the bedroom. but something you caught in your periphery halts your steps, “did you just check out my ass then bite your lip? ‘cause if you did we’re having sex. right now.”

that seems to catch him off guard - you’ve been finding new and creative ways to get fucked. some worked. and by worked, you mean it had you moaning and writhing as he took you raw. some failed. meaning he had relented mainly because you were asking and he wanted to please you - at times like those, he was the one lying down, watching you ride him but halfway through, he’d pulled you down and started fucking you missionary because ‘you were good darling, but watching you makes me want to personally fuck you senseless. you can ride me next time, i promise.’

either way, your work life is superb and your sex life is out of this world. especially with a husband like seokjin. guess that dry spell has finally lifted and unleashed the hungry beast in him.

seokjin sighs, eyebrows coming together in a troubled frown but the lump in his pants say otherwise. “when you’re sore and need me to walk you to your office tomorrow, remember you asked for this.”

something in the pit of your stomach churns. your heart races with adrenaline as he takes two steps with those long legs of his and close the distance. a yelp escapes your lips, not expecting him to hoist you over his shoulder like you weight nothing and landing a smack on your ass like he’s reprimanding you.

“seokjin! put me down, i’m heavy!” you cry out, smacking his back in protest. when you wanted him to take you, this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind - it’d be a completely, perfect lie if you say you weren’t dripping with excitement.

“this way’s faster than your tiny little legs, darling.” you can hear the smirk in his voice before he kisses the exposed skin on your hip.

x

note: and that’s it. but it’s not over yet! there might be drabbles coming up on our fav couple’s adventure as they try to get preggo lmaooo also i’ll be doing a ‘story time’ where i talk about the background of this fic - what inspired me to write it, why i titled it like the way i did and i’d like to dissect and oc and tae’s relationship and so much more. send me an ask if you have something in particular you want me to address from the fic!

if you like this fic feel free to check out namjoon’s version called good guys finish last. i’m also planning to turn this au into a series for every member. taehyung or yoongi will be next!

[xjoonchildx]

dinner & dessert | jhs x reader

summary: once you and hoseok decided to get physical, things went from 0 to 100. that might be a problem now that he’s asked you to meet his parents.

pairing: hoseok x reader word count: 1.8K

rating: 18+

genre: the actual definition of PWP. please don’t judge me.

warnings:  excessive horniness, complete disregard for childhood momentos & t-shirt abuse

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Surely there were things that you used to do -- before all you did was Hoseok.  

You just can’t seem to remember any of them anymore.

You’re pretty sure there had been dinners and movies and parties and hikes -- back in the beginning, back when you’d both agreed to hold off on getting physical.  Back when you’d both agreed you didn’t want to ruin things by moving too fast.

But then six weeks in, Hoseok came over carrying homemade dumplings and wearing that irresistible smile and smelling like some incredible cologne and that was that.

And that wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for the fact that you can’t seem to turn it off.

At this point, he’s fucked you against every flat surface in his apartment, your apartment, and a few places in between.

Your last attempt at a movie date ended with him mouthing your tits through your thin tank top while you rode him in the backseat of his car.  You’d had to cut a hike short after you stroked him too thoroughly during your picnic lunch and he came all over his pants. 

Your doctor could only laugh when you asked her to change your birth control to something military-grade.

So it’s been weeks and weeks and weeks and you know the high is supposed to wear off at some point but it just… hasn’t.

Now all Hoseok has to do is give you that look -- and your body goes into auto-pilot.  That look sparks an embarrassing, Pavlovian panty-wetting response you can’t seem to stop.  

And it’s the same look he’s giving you right now.  

Which is a problem.

It’s a problem because Hoseok’s mother has just finished serving an authentic and delicious dinner of Bulgogi and other Korean specialities.  It’s a problem because tonight you’re meeting Hoseok’s parents for the first time and you’re in their home, at their dinner table.  

And it’s a problem because despite knowing you’d like very much to impress his parents, Hoseok seems determined to ruin your reputation.  And your panties.

So you give him your own look.  

The one that says, i swear to god don’t even think about it but he ignores it, turns away from you to beam up at his mother with picture-perfect adoration.

“Mom, you kill it every time,” he says charmingly and she smiles wide, waving her hand as if to wave off his praise, like it’s too much.  “Best cook on the planet.”

“Oh, honey -- you’re so sweet,” she laughs and you want to say, oh honey, no he’s not.  Does this delightful woman have any idea she’s raised an actual sex addict?

Probably not.

Hoseok pins you with the look again as his mother begins to clear the dishes and you clear your throat and look down at your hands.

“How did you like it?” his father asks.

“Oh, very much,” you say honestly, looking back up to offer him a weak smile.  “Best Korean food I’ve ever had.”

He grins and leans back, satisfied with your review. 

“Dad, can we hold off on dessert for a few minutes?” Hoseok asks casually.  “I’d like to give her a tour of the house.”

Your eyes dart back to Hoseok, wide with panic and warning because is he fucking serious right now and the barely concealed smirk he sends back says you’re absolutely goddamned right i am.

“Yeah, of course. We’ll be here when you’re ready,” Hoseok’s father says, standing to join his wife in the kitchen.

Hoseok directs his answer back to his father, but his sly smile is directed right at you.

“Perfect.”

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“You should have worn a skirt,” Hoseok reprimands, the second the lock to his bedroom clicks into place.

“I purposely didn’t wear a skirt, dammit,” you fire back as he uses his body to push you onto his bed, forcing you to drop down. “We are not fucking in your childhood bedroom with your parents downstairs.”

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he murmurs, hands working the button of your jeans as he ignores your protest.  “You’re going to have to make this quick.”

“Hoseok,” you hiss.  “You cannot fuck me right now.  Cannot.”

He looks up at you for a moment, cocks his head to the side as if working out a problem in his head.  Behind him you can make out posters of athletes on the walls, a bookcase next to the bed stacked with tennis trophies. 

“Uh, yeah,” Hoseok says nonchalantly.  “I totally can. Slide those off. The clock is ticking.”

This is disastrous, you think, as you work your jeans off your legs. Mortifying, you muse, as you take your panties down just a moment afterwards.  One of your worst ideas, you concede, as you lie back and watch Hoseok drop his boxers to reveal his skilled cock already at half-mast.  

But apparently none of that is stopping you.

“I got you off in seven minutes at that Christmas party,” Hoseok says, dropping to his knees.  “I can beat that.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, flinching when he dives into your heat face-first.  “You’ve been timing me?”  

He flicks his tongue across your clit and you have to suppress a squeak. 

“No silly,” he teases. “I’ve been timing me. For planning purposes,” he says, going to work in earnest.  His tongue and teeth lap and tease at you and you grip one hand into the comforter of his bed to give an outlet to your nervous energy.

“You’re already dripping,” he whispers and you don’t have to see his face to visualize the smirk he’s wearing.  “So I think we’re going to be just fine.”

He slips two fingers into you, pumps them in and out slowly and your eyes fall shut as you forget everything but the feeling of his hands and mouth on you.  

But then the sound of dishes clattering downstairs echoes up the hallway and you freeze for a moment, remembering where you are and exactly what you’re doing.

“Hoseok,” you moan, “You have got to hurry.  If your parents catch us like this…” you trail off, not even wanting to voice the uncomfortable scenario out loud.

“They won’t,” he swears, giving you another long lick for good measure.  “I promise.”

Once he’s certain he’s got your body humming -- teetering on the edge -- he joins you on the bed.  He fits his slim hips between yours and wastes no time lining up his cock and pushing inside your swollen walls. You sigh at the thick slide of him, the feeling of friction you’re certain you’ll never tire of.  He groans from deep inside his chest when he bottoms out inside of you.

“God,” he moans, “I could live here.  Right between these soft thighs.”

“You practically already do,” you scold, sucking in a shaky breath when he strokes into you hard. He laughs and sets a steady rhythm, satisfied with the way you writhe in response to his vigorous thrusts.  His mouth sucks gently at your neck while he strokes and you whimper.

“I could come right now,” he warns, one hand slipping in between your bodies. One of his fingers finds your aching clit and he applies pressure as he continues to fuck into you. “But I’m holding off. I’m always holding off when I get to be inside you.”

God, he knows just how to talk, you think, mind blanking with pleasure.  You’re so close and all you need is just a bit more of this friction.  You grind up into the pressure of his fingers and cock and whine as you feel your orgasm start to build at the apex of your thighs.  Your fingers dig into the lean muscles of his ass, feeling them flex as he moves inside you.

“Fuck me harder,” you whisper, needing that push over the edge.  Hoseok groans at your words, increasing his pace and force and you hear his bed creak in response.  He doesn’t seem to care, too lost to chasing his end and yours to entertain such thoughts.

“Oh shit,�� you gasp, feeling your orgasm kick off as he snaps his hips against you.  “Oh god, Hoseok, I’m -- “

He covers your mouth with his, drowns out your desperate ramblings as he starts pounding into you with earnest. You can feel his bed moving as he ruts against you mindlessly.  Your orgasm washes over you, causing your hips to stutter and Hoseok swallows your moans as his own orgasm hits, causing him to buck even harder.  

The sound of tennis trophies falling on the floor catches you both off guard.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, and you’re not sure if that fuck is directed at the wet warmth he’s just deposited between your thighs or the noisy as fuck trophies that just came crashing to the ground.  You don’t have time to really ponder that question because a second later a voice sounds from downstairs.

“Hoseok? You guys okay?”

He startles off of you, throwing a drawer open and reaching for a t-shirt that he probably hasn’t worn in 10 years.  

“Yeah, we’re good,” he calls down, cleaning himself off with it and scrambling to do the same to you.   He practically jumps back into his jeans while you throw your clothes back on. 

He’s played it cool this entire time but fear-of-your-mom-walking-in-on-you-boning-your-girlfriend has a way of wiping the smug right off your face.  Doesn’t matter if you’re damned near 30 years old.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” you whisper venomously, buttoning up your jeans.  

He winks. 

“Put this in your purse,” he says, handing you the t-shirt.

You make a face.

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Sex doesn’t really have a smell, does it?

A question you never thought you’d be pondering at the dinner table with your boyfriend’s parents but these are strange, horny times, and you’re praying like hell sex doesn’t have a smell.  Because if it does, well.

Well.

If it does have a smell, Hoseok’s absolute doll of a mother certainly isn’t letting on.  

She’s just put out a plate of the most beautiful songpyeon you’ve ever seen. Hoseok’s father beams at the presentation, looking to you as if to ask isn’t my wife a world-class cook? And you hope the look you give back is convincing and not at all guilty. 

Hoseok, for his part, looks completely relaxed and not ruffled in the slightest.  

You shoot him a glare over that plate of beautiful dessert dumplings and the smile he sends back makes his dimples pop and you decide you’ll have to forgive him just this once, you suppose.

“Mom,” Hoseok says sweetly, looking past the plate of desserts and back to the kitchen.  “These look amazing, but -- “ 

You raise an eyebrow, praying whatever words walk out of his mouth next won’t embarrass the shit out of you.  

“ -- Can I just have a second helping of Bulgogi for dessert?  I’m hungry again, for some reason.”

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[wallofweird]

It's making me nervous that JH keeps making comments about not focing love with Madison.

Right. Well, the first thing I have to say about all this is: I’m not worried at all, if anything, I’m optimistic. I'm stating this first and explaining why because this might become a long answer, so I’m letting you know in case you don’t have the time/disposition/patience to read all of it or at least now at the moment.

The first thing we need to remember about headlines is that people usually make it dramatic, they carefully pick the most ambiguous or potentially concerning words, usually out of context and use it as a title to get clicks. They could’ve gone with something like “it’s an amazing story”, but that’s not engaging. On the other hand, “You can’t really force love”, certainly is. It’s all clickbait.

So, Justin teases: “I’ve said this before: You can’t really force love. It doesn’t work.”

And that is actually him making a reference to this old answer:  

“Love is a strange thing. If you let it [love] happen, it could be wonderful. If you try to force it, then you’re always going to be searching for something that maybe never was there in the first place. And not only that, but maybe you didn’t even really want. You’re shutting yourself out to things, because you had this idea about what your life was supposed to be. And there it was right in front of you.”

For me, that was a great analogy between Kevin’s relationships with Sophie and Madison, with Kevin letting love happen to him with Madison instead of trying to force a fantasy he had on his mind like he’s done before.

And these are more important parts of interview:

Coming into Episode 5, is there any lingering doubt in Kevin’s mind about the path he’s forged with Madison? Or is he full steam ahead on “This is a good thing, and it’s all going to work out?” 

I think the doubt is showcased in Kevin in fear. The fear that it might not work out. Gosh, I mean what if they can’t coexist together and be this cohesive unit that comes together and raises these kids, and he [only] sees them on the weekends? There’s all of that stuff. Probably, those are the things that keep Kevin awake at night. He said as much in the last episode. He sits there and stares at the ceiling and worries. All that worry comes from fear, the fear that it absolutely will not work out and that he’s trying to force something.

I’ve said this before: You can’t really force love. It doesn’t work. He’s also in a little bit of a predicament. It’s not like he’s dating a woman that he doesn’t want to be dating. He’s in a situation where she’s having his babies. And he has, his whole life, been bound by this idea that he wants to be what his father knew he could be. Because that was cut so short, Kevin doesn’t give himself the breaks that maybe he should. He doesn’t cut himself any slack… and then he finds himself in a bigger predicament. It’s not him messing up for the sake of messing up or being selfish, as we saw him do several years ago. It’s that he puts a lot of stress and pressure on himself, and that sometimes can lead to the balloon popping, so to speak.

It seems like the movie he’s currently filming is not going to help, with a hard-to-please director who has gone out of his way to let Kevin know he’s not going to pat him on the head. Tell me if you think I’m wrong, but it feels like Kevin has some impostor syndrome going on here.

I don’t think that’s overstated. I would say he’s going through yet another existential crisis. [Laughs] If I were his therapist, I would say you’ve got to prioritize the things in your life that are important to you and not live your life for other people. If you look at what he’s actually been able to accomplish, he’s dedicated to being an amazing dad and raising these kids together. Whatever that thing ends up being with Madison, he’s going to give it his all. His career is on track. This won’t be the last movie in the history of the world. Maybe you say no to the movie, or maybe you can do both. Maybe you don’t have to be there every waking moment of the babies’ lives. There are other things that you have to do. You have to leave and go put food on the table. There are other things. Live your life for yourself a little bit. But I don’t know if Kevin does that. I think he’s so focused, and he’s on a mission. With a good heart, but just sometimes a little bit misguided.

How clearly is Kevin seeing Rebecca’s level of mental decline right now? It can be a hard thing to accept.

I think that’s part of the stress. That’s why he’s eager to have these babies, and he wants his mom to meet the babies. Look, he’s aware that this decline is degenerative. It’s not going to get better. You have moments where it might be like, “She’s better today than she was yesterday. She’s better this week than she was last week.” But it’s a degenerative disease. There’s a fall-off. I think he wants to make sure that he has these babies and his mom meets them and spends as much time with them as she possibly can have. And also maybe that might actually…sometimes when you spend time around animals or babies or whatever it slows down the demise of your disease. So he’s definitely aware of all of that. [In the pandemic], how are you…gosh, that’s a stressful thing, too. If you have these twins and I want them to meet Mom, but I can’t right now. It’s not safe. It’s like every single second you hear the clock ticking. Kevin’s got a biological clock, let me put it that way. [Laughs] Kevin is the only man alive that has a biological clock that’s ticking.

The way I see it, there are two ways to interpret this quote about not forcing love:

1) He is not in love with Madison and is trying to force a relationship.

2) At some point, Kevin will have some sort of nervous breakdown and question everything, his relationship with Madison, fatherhood, his actions as a son, brother, actor, person... Including maybe how Madison feels about him, their compatibility and the functionality of their relationship. Does she feel the same way he feels about her? Is she all in with him, his career, the fact sometimes he has to stay away and maybe even travel to a whole different country to shoot a movie? They might love each other, but love isn’t enough. Take Kevin and Zoe as an example, they were in love, but they wanted totally different things. And their love wasn’t enough, because Kevin’s biggest dream was to have a marriage and kids, but Zoe didn’t want children. So, if it doesn’t work out, it can get messy. They will have to share custody, not Kevin nor Madison will be with the babies every single day, there are a lot of different outcomes their relationship can bring.

I personally go with the latter, specially considering everything Justin has said so far and how we was referring to his own answer about Kevin letting love “happen to him”.

Also, because Madison has never forced Kevin to anything. They had known each other for 2 years, they weren’t close friends, but there was a sense of familiarity and camaraderie there and they even got to hang out with each other a few times. 

With Kate included, yes, but the three of them were comfortable and used to it, as you can see here, with Madison silently asking for Kevin’s support, Kevin backing her up, smiling and appreciating her little quirks etc.

And both and Justin expressed how they saw Madison as part of the family, even before the pregnancy:

Moving forward, Madison reveals the pregnancy to Kevin on March 5h, since then the show has implied they had talked and hung out before breaking the news to Kate and Toby and Kevin moving in with her, which happened in May.

The show hasn’t really specified when they got together and if it happened immediately after their second time or if they danced around it a little bit before starting a romantic relationship, but since the time they slept together again, they have shown that they do talk,  

notice when the other is bothered or worried about something,

think of little things to please one another,

that they share a bedroom now,

and have a routine at home, having meals together, etc.

I mean, the very fact he was already about to put his shirt on before Madison told him to indicates that they they know each well, that they can predict what the other is thinking, that they have a little system of their own.

It’s also stated that Madison knows about Kevin’s ‘broken parts’

and she trusts and believes in him.

Plus, not only that, but she doesn’t think they’re flaws at all.

The fact she thought she had lost her babies and she just wanted KEVIN’S company shows their relationship was already considerably serious back THEN:

And THIS IS KEVIN after their second time:

He is embracing her and has his fingers wrapped around her arm, sort of locking her in, he is fondling her hair, when Madison slightly moves her head he goes down to her shoulder because while he doesn’t want to wake her up, he still just can’t bring himself to stop touching her, he is savoring the moment, he is savoring Madison. There are many ways they could’ve implied they had slept together and introduce the beginning of their relationship, but they specifically chose THIS WAY because they were making a POINT.

And when when Kevin proposes, you can see a little hesitation, like it’s not a in-the-spur-of-the-moment-kind-of thing, 

that he’s actually been considering it for a while, his head is telling him to wait a little longer, but his heart is telling him to just act on his feelings and he ultimately goes with the latter.

You can see there is a bit of nervousness and vulnerability when he pulls down her mask because he didn’t initially understand her response:

and and THIS is his reaction when she accepts:

This is simple and pure fulfillment.

Yet, Madison understands how Kevin can get ahead of himself, which is why she gives him an out, but Kevin chooses not to take it back.

And he says that very with confidence and determintion.

Plus, he goes around referring to Madison as his fiancée to strangers.

Madison wasn’t forcing Kevin to do anything and he wasn’t forcing himself to do anything either, he was being genuine and acting on feelings he had both shown and mentioned multiple times, not only to her but other people as well.

Emphasis for him getting emotional just by TALKING about her here.

If ANYTHING, I’d classify his actions as impulsive, but not exactly rushed. He might have let his heart take the lead, yes, but he’s known Madison for 2 years before they hooked up, they had been talking and hanging out together and alone for about THREE months, they had been QUARANTINING together for around MORE THREE OTHER MONTHS. I think their peculiar situation actually justifies getting engaged so fast, they have spent a lot of time getting to know each other better and developing feelings for one another, not to mention the knowledge and familiarity they already had with each other since 2018.

And Justin himself has mentioned that Kevin is more thoughtful about his actions now and that he considers Madison and their children as well:

So I doubt he would’ve proposed and stuck to that proposal if his heart wasn’t settled on it, specially with the way he looks and talks about her. I believe that he is starting to get nervous now that there are a lot of things going on or about to happen.

Before, Kevin and Madison were in their little bubble, living together, getting to know each other, falling in love, dating, in a certain way, we could compare it to a honeymoon.

Now he is back at work, Rebecca still has a degenerative disease, her memory will deteriorate, she will lose her autonomy at some point, he is away of her, he is still at odds with Randall, he is away from Randall and his nieces, he is away of his uncle and second father figure, the babies could be born at any moment, he is afraid of not being a good father, of passing his problems on to his children, about his age, physical appearance, sobriety, he wants to do this movie so he can get a big award and bring Rebecca along with him to see it, he worries about doing things right with his relationship with Madison... And that’s all happening in the middle of a pandemic. it’s A LOT OF STRESS.

Now, add Kevin’s overall self-consciousness. Kevin is naturally insecure. He’s said and shown that multiple times for all these years. He doubts his talent, intelligence, wisdom, maturity, it took him a while to see himself as someone that could be a father and responsible for another human being. When things get though, his nature is to doubt himself, to think he’s not good enough, not capable enough, he’s gone as far as thinking that his issues weren’t worth of attention and care, that his parents didn’t love him as much as his siblings, he almost gave up starring on his old TV show because he didn’t think he was funny enough, there is a scene from season 1 when he’s reading the script of the play and he starts questions if if he even UNDERSTANDS the play. 

And as Justin emphasized, he just keeps adding things to his plate, he got a part on a movie when he is about to become a father of two and has a lot of things happening in his family, not to mention his own physical and mental health.

So, I can see a moment when Kevin is overwhelmed and he has a nervous breakdown and questions everything he does, including as a fiancée and/or he overreacts and thinks Madison doesn’t reciprocate his feelings and his mind just goes to the worst case scenario, like maybe things don’t work out and he loses her while also not getting to be as involved in their children’s as he expected because they’re not together anymore. Which makes sense considering this is his most mature relationship to date and he is dealing with problems he’s never dealt with. He’s gonna freak out at some point. Plus, it also matches what Justin said on this very own interview:

Also, on this one:

And despite the dramatic and exaggerated headline, he added this as well: 

And said this quite recently too:

So, he will probably panic at some point, which is normal, but like Justin pointed it out, it’s out of a place of FEAR, not second thoughts. If things don’t work out, it affects him, Madison, the children, Kate, Jack and Toby to the very LEAST, because they’re all close... However, it will work out and Madison will help him ease and navigate this situation better as well. They’ll be partners and work as a real couple should and does.

STILL, Justin always likes to remind us Kevin is all in. He did it now:

and for the past NINE months:

So, my guess is that he is overwhelmed with all things considered and maybe getting a part on this movie isn’t helping and he might even get to the point of having to prioritize things, but whether he has to choose between his family and the movie or manages to balance both out, HE IS PUTTING HIS FAMILY FIRST.

Plus, if you watch the promo, Madison reminds Kevin he promised he was “all in” and he replies "I know what I said”, with calmness, certainty and determination.

And they also have these clothes on:

Then, you have them in different clothes,

on what appears to be the next day.

And you can see they tried really hard to capture the most enigmatic expressions,

but on the last picture you can see a smile forming on her face.

And since the article affirms there will be a direct answer to that on the next episode... 

Madison having a smiling on her face gives me enough reason to do the same myself. 

[dreamgloe]

half of my heart | part one - jhs

despite the stress and exhaustion of having a rambunctious two year old, you two manage to love each other just as much as the day you were married. while at the wedding of a dear friend, you reflect on the man you consider yourself very lucky to call your life partner.

pairing: jung hoseok x reader genre: fatherhood au warnings: fluff, light sexual content, intoxication words: 11,732 author’s note: finally finished this monster after rewriting a few times. it’s still not perfect but whatever. anyway, i hope you all enjoy the adorableness that is hoseok as a dad. :’)

Hubs [01:57 AM]: wehre are you? Hubs [01:57 AM]: i’m not quite sur wher iam ? You [02:00 AM]: what can u see? Hubs [02:00 AM]: that ugly foutnain with the meraid? You [02:01 AM]: look towars teh mointains and then go right down the sidewalk and get in the elevator back to tthe rom Hubs [02:02 AM]: ok ti think i have it. What woudl i do with out? I love youuu You [02:02 AM]: you too xoxoxoxxxX

You had stumbled back into the room about thirty minutes ago. It was easy for you to abandon the bachelorette party because you weren’t in the wedding party. You had no obligations to making sure that Eun-ha, Taehyung’s bride-to-be, made it back to her room in one piece. But...being the tender hearted mom friend that you were...you drunkenly helped two of her bridesmaids get her into her room on the other side of the floor.

You hadn’t drunk so much in a long time. You could blame it on young parenthood but your husband Hoseok and you...well, were much happier drinking just one glass of wine and calling it a night. However, this weekend was a nice change, the two of you happy to attempt to prove you were more than up to having a good time. You weren’t the first of your friends to have kids but you were the second. Jin and his ball-buster of a wife, Hyunjae, had a boy only a handful of months older than Haneul.

While Hoseok took his duties as a groomsman seriously, it was obvious that the two of you took advantage of the situation. The fact that Taehyung’s parents were more than happy to babysit Haneul during the bachelorette/bachelor party festivities was an absolute blessing. Taehyung resembled his own father in the way that kids absolutely adore him. Hoseok and you had gone to their cabin villa to set everything up that Haneul might need and Taehyung’s parents had ushered you out quickly under the pretense that they had grandparent fever and the two of you more than deserved a fun night out with friends.

Neither of you hadn’t been away from your daughter for more than two days in the last two years, something your friends and family were adamant about pointing out. So even a night away from your little girl had been daunting. But...from the look of your text conversation with your husband, both of you had eventually eased into the night’s festivities. Dinner with your respective groups and then a night on the town.

The both of you were definitely a little more than toasted. As your husband texted you, you were lying on the large king bed, still in your clothing from the night out, crossbody bag still strung across your body, the bright screen of your phone illuminating your face, chin pressed into your chest. It wasn’t a pretty sight, you were sure, but you couldn’t bring your drunk self to care enough even when you heard Hoseok open the door. After almost walking into a wall, he made his way into the room, throwing his phone onto the standard hotel room desk, the phone almost not making it. You peered over your phone to see him attempting to shed his clothing. Practically melting into the comfortable bed, you didn’t move. After cursing under his breath, you dropped your phone on your chest and reached out to him with ‘grabby hands.’

“Come here. I’ll help,” you said, a bit muffled from the angle at which you were resting your head against the pillows. You saw him struggling with some of the small buttons on his oxford shirt as he looked at you. He sighed before making his way over to you. Reaching out with your arms to pull him onto the bed with you, you forgot about your phone as it fell to your side. He managed to wiggle himself in a seated position so he’s not crushing you while you haphazardly fumble your hands to his front. You try your hand at his buttons and help him--with some time--get out of the shirt without ripping anything.

“You’re warm,” you say, wrapping your hands in his cotton undershirt, “But it has to come off.” Hoseok gave you a buzzy, slightly lopsided grin as he reached behind to take the shirt off by the back of the collar. He dropped it to the floor and you scrambled to your knees, your sore toes rubbing against the box of your heels. Lazily wrapping your arms around his bare shoulders, you push your face into his neck. You can smell the liquor on him but that doesn’t stop you from inhaling loudly, prompting your husband to chuckle. He was definitely used to your weird obsession with his neck by now.

“How was the party?” you mumble into his skin, pressing your lips to the juncture of his neck and shoulder sloppily. The guys had just planned a similar night of boozing and running around the town at the base of the mountain. You could feel him let his weight fall against you.

“It was really fun. Jin and Jimin really outdid themselves this time,” he said, slurring his words just a little. “Strippers?” you asked and he nodded against you. “Strippers,” he confirmed, “VIP room at a club on the edge of town.” You weren’t annoyed that Hoseok had gone to a strip club with his friends and you’d never been a jealous significant other. Not with Hoseok, not when you knew there was no reason for him to stray.

“Jin and Jimin made sure Taehyung had at least four lap dances,” he said, removing himself from you so he could finish undressing. There was no way he was gonna be able to put on his pyjamas. Boxers to bed it was. You smiled doofily at him. “I hope you got one too,” you said, leaning all your weight onto one arm as your husband fumbled out of his belt and pants. He smiled at you, his hair messy and in need of a lengthy brushing.

“I did,” he said as he maneuvered you up into a standing position. “Your turn,” he said quickly before turning back to the subject, “Nice girl. We had a good talk. She’s working her way to becoming a nurse. Has a daughter a year older than Haneul. We showed each other pictures.”

First things first, he helped take the purse that was still draped across your body off. Throwing it on the chair near the bed, he continued his work. He worked on peeling the bodycon dress off you. It was a little clumsy and you decided to help him by toeing out of your shoes, a pair of not too high plum purple stilettos.

The two of you worked to peel the dress off and soon enough, both of you were in your underwear. “Mm cold,” you said, not really thinking. Maybe he’d pick up his undershirt for you. But then you remembered who you married. “Get in, I’ll keep you warm,” he said, kissing you full on the lips. The kiss doesn’t last long--to your disappointment--because your husband is pulling back the covers enough for the both of you to slip right in. He helped push you in, coming in close behind you. It had been a while since the two of you hadn’t been adults and worn pyjamas to bed and soon enough, you couldn’t say you were still cold.

His arms wrapped around you, his face in the crook of your shoulder, you say back to him, “We don’t have Haneul tonight…” He hummed into your shoulder before you wiggled around to face him. “Hoseok,” you said softly, reaching your hands to his face and hair, his eyes heavy-lidded. “That’s true,” he says, a very sleepy, drunk smile on his face. Pressing his lips to yours, his arms encased you again, holding on tighter. He splayed his hands against your shoulder blades, the pads of his thumbs pressing into your skin. His fingers were warm and if you already weren’t pretty toasted, you’d say that his touch could make you feel as drunk.

It was really rare that the two of you had more than an hour or two to yourselves. Being in your husband's’ arms was probably on your top five list of best feelings. Another happened to be kissing your husband, which you were returning at that moment. You held his face in your hands as he kissed you. Both of you were still pretty drunk and the kiss was a little messy but it was warm just like Hoseok’s hands. You melted into him and moved your hands from his face and hair to his shoulders, gripping tightly as he moved from your mouth to your jaw.

“Probably only been a week but I’ve missed you,” he mumbled, his breath hot on your face.

“Mmm, missed you too,” you said to him, reveling in the idea of having the man with his arms wrapped around you to yourself for a few hours without any disturbance. You sighed as his hands wandered to the clasp of your bra, freeing you relatively quickly despite both of your states of inebriation. After tossing it over the side of the bed, he rolled you over, using the momentum to get on top of you. Both of you were chest to chest and while you loved his lips, you couldn’t help but follow the buzzy feeling that led your mouth to the dip of his clavicles.

“Come back up here,” he whined, fingers going to push your shoulders down. “Nope,” you said, “Got a few hickeys to make.” You smile into the area between his clavicle and the bend of his neck. He sighed as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to keep him closer. Salty, he tasted salty. “Tequila, sweetheart? Really?” you ask in mock irritation before moving your lips up to the side of his neck.

“That’s what happens when you let Jimin choose the bottle service,” he said with a bit of breath, one of his arms then moving down to your waist, “I say never again because I know the hangover is going to be bad tomorrow but knowing them, they’ll talk me into it again either for Jimin’s next boys’ night or for Yoongi’s bachelor party.” You stopped sucking a bruise into Hoseok’s neck to look at him with a quirked eyebrow.

“You think it’s gonna be Yoongi next?” you asked him, a little surprised at his statement. He nodded and added, “I know he and Sookja have been dating a shorter time than Jimin and Chaeyoung but the guy is mad about her. Absolutely done for. I’ve never seen the guy talk about anyone or anything as much as he talks about music. It’s Sookja this and Sookja that.” You melted at that. You’d known Min Yoongi for years and the most passionate you’d ever seen him was when Hans Zimmer retweeted an article about young film composers that the younger had been featured in. He even asked the group to engrave the tweet on his tombstone.

“That’s so sweet, though,” you said, returning to your work on his neck, “I’m happy for him.” Your hands had moved down to his arms, firm and warm but soft-skinned. You peered up and you watched your husband’s eyes gently close and his breathing starting to deepen. Oh no, you knew that look. You whined jokingly and said, “Are you really tired right now?” He couldn’t even open his eyes to peer down at you. “No….” he said with just a hint of a question but then quickly buckled under your gaze. He tried to go in for another kiss. It was a little more aggressive and obviously he was trying to compensate.

You kissed him back but ended it quickly. Both of you were exhausted, drunk, and as much as you wanted to explore your husband’s body, you had things to do tomorrow. A brunch with Eunha and some things to help Hoseok with for his groomsmen duties.

You sighed heavily and pressed two kisses to his shoulder before extracting yourself from his arms. He made a noise as you lifted yourself away from him and off the bed, padding over to the ice bucket on the minibar. You scooped two glasses full and then ran them under the faucet. Bringing both of the glasses over, you could see Hoseok looking at you with tired, hooded eyes. “Here,” you said, slowly handing him the water as to not spill the icy water all over the bed and him, “Drink up so Haneul doesn’t have to see mommy and daddy with raging hangovers.”

He took the drink from you, careful to not spill it on himself while lying in the bed. You couldn’t help but smile even when he eventually did slosh a few drops onto the bed while taking a sip. You downed the whole thing, placing the ice-filled glass on the nightstand before crawling back into bed. He reached over to the other nightstand behind him to place his drink down as well before coming back to you. “Sorry, love,” he whispers sleepily into your hair as he brings you closer to lay on his chest.

“No need to apologize, honey,” you slurred, slowly finding yourself just as sleep. Besides, Hoseok was your husband and this was just a weekend, one with commitments. You had forever with the man you were currently snuggling into...even if he occasionally left you frustrated.

It was moments like this that you knew you would never be happier.

It was 8 AM when the alarm you remembered to set before going to Eunha’s bachelorette party went off.

“What the fuck,” you heard your husband say from behind you; it was muffled as his head as ensconced under the fluffy duvet, only the top of his head peeking out. You saw this sight as you managed to untangle yourself from his arms and sit up on the entirely too plush mattress. You looked behind you to see him moving slightly and mumbling from under the duvet. You heard something that vaguely sounded like, “My head.” You laid your head on his duvet covered body, the best kind of pillow.

“Did you finish your water?” you asked. He shook his head, which you could see from the top of the opening. You rubbed your hand over the blanket-covered figure before lifting yourself off of him and off the bed. Rounding the corner to the bathroom, you searched your cosmetics bag for a bottle of Advil and shook it as you reentered. Getting him another glass, you couldn’t help but adore the tufts of hair appearing about the blanket. Cute, you thought to yourself. Making your way back over, you gave him three liquid gel capsules and the water as he finally emerged from the covers. He looked cute, yet awful at the same time.

You didn’t feel horrible, just a bit of dry mouth, which you were now curing with your own water and one capsule. You’d be perfectly fine in about an hour and a half, which according to the clock was when you were going to have to pick up Haneul from Taehyung’s parents.

Moving to lay on on your stomach on top of the duvet next to Hoseok, you sighed as he finished taking the last capsule between his fingers. For as long as you’d known Hoseok, he was never good at holding his liquor. Not that you were either, but you usually wound up being the one taking care of him whenever the two of you got drunk. He’d get red in the face and your hair would stick to your face all sweaty. “Sweetheart, I’m going to hop in the shower,” you said, hearing a muffled sound of acknowledgment. You put your arm back around the blanket-covered lump on the bed that is your husband.

“We have to pick up Haneul in an hour and a half from Mr. and Mrs. Kim,” you said, rubbing up and down what you are pretty sure is his left hip. He mumbled again as he held out his drink to you. Putting it quickly on your nightstand, he tried to mozy back into the covers. “Okay,” he said, on his way under.

You were in the mood to tease him this morning. “Do you want to join me?” you ask quietly but loud enough for him to hear. He sat up so quickly but it was obviously immediately a mistake. He groaned in pain, latching his hands into his hair on his head. “Nevermind,” you say, “Go back to sleep. You can hop in after I’m done and I’ll go grab Haneul.” You can’t help but roll your eyes as he reaches over to lightly kiss you on the cheek with morning breath before burying himself back under. He was lucky that you found him endearing otherwise you would be dragging him out of bed and pushing him into the shower right that moment.

Besides, he needed to be back in action if the three of you were going to spend the day together as a family before the rehearsal dinner. Hoseok only had to show up to the dinner and really had no other duties that night. However, you had to go to a brunch for Eunha but you wanted to spend even just a little bit of time with Hoseok and Haneul before you had to make an appearance. The rest of the day was yours, though, and you were actually really excited. The two of you had been so busy the last few weeks getting everything in order. Haneul had spent a lot of time with your mother because you were behind on some of your work and watching out for a child in the terrible twos could be quite the challenge when you had a million projects to work on.

You quickly made your way to the bathroom and started the rain shower up. The hotel was rustic but had many modern amenities and appliances. While you stood under the shower, you couldn’t help but happily think about plans for the day. While you were at the brunch, Hoseok was going to take your daughter to get pancakes at the large buffet dining room with the groomsmen. She would be more than entertained by her father and all his friends.

After showering and getting ready, you push Hoseok to get up and get ready too as you make your way out the door. As he walked into the bathroom, you gave him a quick peck on the lips that he returns with a slightly painful smile. “Be right back. Gonna go grab Haneul.”

Mr. and Mrs. Kim were almost reluctant to let your daughter go. “I miss having one that young. So much fun,” Mrs. Kim says fondly as Mr. Kim hands the happy-looking girl over to you. “Did you have fun?” you ask your daughter, who practically screams in agreement. You thank Taehyung’s parents profusely before saying your goodbyes. On your way back to the room, Haneul finds a friend in a older lady’s emotional support dog. The dog is smaller than her and sweet and it takes all your heart and soul to seperate them and see that small sad look on her face. “Puppy…” she says, trailing off.

“I know, baby. Puppy!” you say. You think Haneul is too young for a puppy but one day, you want her to have one. You’ve always been a dog person and you had many growing up. It would be amazing if she could experience the joy of having furry friends growing up like you did. Hoseok also loved dogs too but would agree with you that Haneul was still too little.

“One day, we will get you one. One day, sweetie.”

The moment you step into the room with a talkative Haneul in your arms, Hoseok is coming out of the shower in a towel. Why did he always have to look so good?, you thought to yourself. He even looked like he felt a lot better, lighting up when he sees your daughter.

“Hey sweetie,” he says, coming closer to ruffle her hair and grabs her head lightly with both hands to place a kiss on top of it. “Did you have fun with Mr. and Mrs. Kim?” he asked and when his daughter nodded, her big eyes on display, “Yay. I also know you were a good girl for them…” He spoke lightly in his ‘dance teacher’ voice that it could almost be perceived as a question. Haneul nodded enthusiastically, proud of herself, the epitome of a daddy’s girl. You couldn’t blame her, though, Your husband had that power.

Mr. and Mrs. Kim had been kind enough to dress her for you. She was good to go, cute short sleeve pink shirt, jeans, and little sneakers, all ready for a day of mountain fun. Hoseok gave Haneul another kiss before walking over to his suitcase to grab his clothes. It wasn’t long before you were handing her over to him so you could attend the bridal brunch.

“Be a good girl for daddy,” you said as you kissed Haneul on the head, “I’ll be back soon and we’ll go have fun.” With that, you finished getting ready while Hoseok threw on some jeans and a collared shirt while amusing your daughter, who was now pulling on tufts of her daddy’s hair. “Ow, ow, baby. Don’t pull,” He said, gingerly taking his hair out of her fingers. You finished putting on some lipstick before kissing both of them goodbye and heading out the door.

The bridal brunch was lovely and the food was great but your brain was on Hoseok and Haneul for most of the event. Not that that was new or anything. But, it was nice when the ladies asked you about Haneul. You proudly showed off pictures of her at the park, pictures of her with Hoseok and other random tidbits. Eunha even tipsily confessed to you the night before that she already had baby fever. She said that she couldn’t wait to have a little one like Haneul, that both she and Taehyung wanted a family practically immediately. Taehyung was great with Haneul and was one of her two designated babysitters.

The brunch ended quickly and as you were passing the main dining hall, you swore you could hear the ring of your husband’s laughter. You made your way into the dining room, letting the hostess know that your husband was inside. There at large table containing the groomsmen party, is your husband, holding your child up to the table as she does some little dance. Taehyung and Jimin are singing some pop song as she waves her arms for the table. All the groomsmen are eating it up. It looks as though they are all done, just knee deep in endless mimosas before they head off before the rehearsal dinner that night.

You smiled as you approached the table, making eye contact with a bunch of the guys, most of whom were close friends with Taehyung, Jimin, and your husband. There was Yoongi, who was a film composer, Namjoon, who was one of the youngest higher-ups in his large company’s entire history. There was also Jungkook and Jin, who both ran a well-respected restaurant where you all lived. A few other childhood friends of Taehyung littered the large table. As they saw you coming, they shouted hello’s a little too loudly.

“Hi guys,” you say, putting your hand on Hoseok’s shoulder as you approved. “You’ve come to collect your man?” Jungkook jokes. Everyone laughs but Hoseok only looks up at you with the biggest grin on his face, his arms now snug around your giddy daughter. Haneul finally saw you were there and squealed, making grabby hands for you. He shifted the little girl in his arms so that you could lean over and take over. You hoisted her up on your hip and she soon clung to you, starting to babble away. “Sorry to spoil the fun, boys,” you lilted with a smile on your face.

“I’m more than happy to be collected,” Hoseok said to the group even though his eyes were on you. The guys made some whooping and ‘ooooh’ sounds. With that, Hoseok said his goodbyes and ushered the three of you out of the dining room. The two of you had planned to take Haneul alpine sliding. This was the only time during the trip that the three of you would be able to spend time alone together because that night was the rehearsal dinner, the next day was the wedding and then the three of you would be going back home to Seoul. One afternoon of a mini-vacation was something the two of you desperately wanted.

Hoseok took Haneul from you again as you went to go get tickets for the alpine slide.

Once you got them, Hoseok decided that he’d take Haneul in his lap and you’d ride down first so you could get a video of them coming down the mountain. You hadn’t been on one of these in so long that when you finally pressed the lever forwards...you yelled into the warm summer mountain air as you made your fast descent.

Hoseok and Haneul waited so they knew you’d be down and ready to film. You saw them come around the bend and hit record, hearing your daughters squeals of delight. You got a good clip but insisted that all of you go down again so you could get another shot. Hoseok rolled his eyes but the three of you were thrilled to go up in the chair lift to ride down the mountain again. You managed to get that clip and took a photo of your two love bugs, cute filter and all before posting it to your social media story.

You continued to go up and down to ride the slide until Haneul got hungry. There was a shop at the base of the mountain that had food, snacks, and to-go picnic materials where the three of you picked out a small assortment of sandwiches, cheese, meats, sides, smoked salmon, and of course, some candy that Haneul insisted on.

Hoseok laid out a nylon blanket and the three of you laid out on it, eating sandwiches and relaxing. With Haneul between the two of you, Hoseok and you finally got the quiet family time you were hoping for. Both of you were fine just relaxing in the sunshine with your little two year old hurricane. However, the hurricane finally fell asleep, lying on her stomach in the middle of the blanket. While both of you loved her very much, you did treasure the moments you had to yourself. Leaning over your sleeping daughter, Hoseok pecked you on the lips, leaning back to smile at you. Your daughter still had her fingers wrapped around yours in a death grip...despite the fact that she was out like a light. She was a heavy sleeper now that she was a little older. When she was awake, though, all bets were off.

The look on your husband’s face turned from bright and smiling to thoughtful, his fingers gripping the back of your neck, rubbing slightly. By most accounts, your husband was a jovial, energetic and happy man. But he had his serious moments, his thoughtful moments. Sometimes you’d look at him and see a different person, even his appearance seemed to change. Strange enough, the more serious he looked the more forehead you seemed to see. It was a silly observation, but you often found yourself making these strange comparisons. Hey, you spent a lot of time staring at Hoseok’s face. The idea really wasn’t that out there.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” you asked your husband quietly, moving your hand to thumb at his chin, disturbing his deep thought. He looked at you with those piercing eyes, his lips pressed together in thought and hand still on the back of your neck. His eyes and hair glinted in the beautiful, sunny, breezy mountain air. In that moment, you didn’t think you could love him more. The man who gave every part of himself to Haneul and you, the man who worked tirelessly to improve himself as a person and as dancer, and the man who woke up early and never spared a moment so he could achieve it all. It was moments like this, still and unmoving, were you could could truly feel the heights of your happiness.

“Happy to be here with you,” he said softly, “With the both of you.” He gazed down between the two of you at Haneul. He let his hand from your neck drop in order to thread lightly through her short hair and against her cotton-clad back. Your eyes threatened to tear up at the sight. There was something about the way he held Haneul and doted on her endlessly that always pulled at your heartstrings. The two of you married fairly young compared to your friends and hadn’t planned on having Haneul but now....neither of you could bear to think of a time that she wasn’t the center of your life.

Letting your free hand join his on Haneul’s back, you let out a deep sigh. Your fingers gingerly sat on top of is, his warm skin radiating up into your fingers. A moment later, you let your forehead lean against the shoulder of the arm he was using to prop himself up. “Love you so much,” you muffle into his shoulder. He was quick to press his cheek to the crown of your head, breathing in deeply. You missed him. You always had him but you missed these quiet moments with him. Your hand moved to press lightly into Haneul’s back. You wouldn’t change anything in the world but you weren’t going to lie and say parenthood was a walk in the park. It was damn hard, especially when you had a little hurricane like Haneul. She was the perfect mix between your boundless curiosity and her father’s hellionic energy.

You missed the quiet intimacy and being engulfed in the weekend’s celebration of love was a steadfast reminder of what it’s like being so in tune and focused on only one person other than yourself. Your husband dragged you out of your thoughts with, “I’ll ask the same question. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” You smiled weakly; you couldn’t keep anything from him. That’s one of the reasons the two of you were so good together. You were both horrible liars.

“I miss you,” you whispered into his shoulder. He chuckled a bit, but not too loudly.

“I’m right here,” he said with a bit of a scoff in his voice, “Not going anywhere.” You wanted to push him playfully but your tiny peanut of a daughter was sleeping peacefully and waking her was the last thing you wanted to do. Seeing her upset would nearly kill you, kill the both of you in fact. Your husband had such a weak heart for the little girl and despite being an organized disciplinarian, spoiled your daughter rotten.

“I miss you miss you,” you said, lightly biting at the shoulder your face was pressed into. You could feel the muscle in his shoulder tense under your mouth.

“Y/N…” he said, half in awe and the other half in warning.

“Yes?” you replied, looking up at him and pressing your lips into a firm kiss against the spot on his shirt where you had your teeth sinking in. You couldn’t help but smirk when you saw his heavy lidded eyes. He had the same thought in his brain, you knew him well enough to be able to tell. Despite the fact that your husband had a great poker face to the rest of the world, he wore his feelings on his face like a billboard sign with flashing neon lights around you. It was the same for you as well.

“This is a public place,” he said with that look in his eye, “There are children here, including our own.” You receded just a bit. It wasn’t as if you’d just kissed him a little too firmly. You were full-on biting your husband in public. While you didn’t respond to him, you kept your gaze on his, sighing heavily. You nodded your head slightly in recognition.

“I know,” he said, moving your face with his hand, his hand coiling around your jaw. He sighed too, breath puttering out as he did so. Pulling you in closer again, he planted a thoughtful kiss on your lips, managing to convey exactly what he was feeling into that pressure. His hand moved from your jaw to your neck where it had been before. The two of you loved your little family and you loved the life that you were leading. But you both were busy and sometimes, that chaos stopped the two of you from truly enjoying one another, the only focus being on the other person in front of you.

You were young parents for crying out loud. The lack of sleep also was something that came along with that. The two of you ended up taking an hour nap in the sunshine, only to be awoken by a stirring Haneul. Pushing and pulling at the both of you, she wanted attention and to go potty. The two of you decided to pack and head back to the hotel as it was already late in the afternoon and you had a rehearsal dinner that night.

Hoseok put Haneul on his shoulders for the walk back, holding her little hands in the air, taking turns to run and then walk slowly. You joined in, asking Haneul if she could beat mommy in a race. The three of you laughed all the way to the elevators. You wanted more than anything at that moment just to be able to go back to sleep, and cozy up to Hoseok and Haneul but you had the wedding rehearsal dinner to go to.

However, the moment you got back to the room, the three of you had to get ready for the dinner. Hoseok entertained Haneul while you applied makeup again and did your hair. All he had to do was slide in a little product, change his clothes and get Haneul ready, which was a simple outfit change. When you finally deemed yourself presentable, it was just about time to leave.

“Jimin just texted me,” Hoseok said, looking at his phone, “Let’s meet Chaeyoung and him in the lobby.” Chaeyoung was Jimin’s girlfriend of around two years. They’d been together for about that amount of time, but known one another even longer. You thought she was the cutest thing but she could be really scary when angry. The three of you made your way to the lobby and when Jimin and Chaeyoung caught sight of you, they made a beeline towards you, meeting centrally in the lobby. Chaeyoung hugged you and asked about the rest of your day. You told her about the alpine slide and said, “How fun!!! Jimin and I spent the afternoon at the spa!”

“That sounds lovely,” you said, with a sigh, “Can’t remember the last time I went to a real spa. Probably when I was pregnant with Haneul.” Chaeyoung’s eyes widened. “You should go if you can. The one here is great,” she said cheerfully. It did sound really nice. You knew that Hoseok loved going to the spa and before Haneul, often went for special occasions together. You had even planned to go for your anniversary this year but Haneul ended up with a cold and the two of you stayed in with her and had your favorite Thai takeout. The two of you ended up being too tired to even have sex once Haneul was finally down for the count.

The struggles of young parenthood did not evade you but it was nice to see that sometimes, you weren’t always alone in it. You were lucky that you could consider yourself part of a village. You watched as Jimin made grabby hands towards Haneul. Hoseok lifted her off his shoulders and handed the squealing child to her surrogate uncle Jimin. Jimin--along with Taehyung--always offered themselves as free babysitters to Hoseok and you. Even to Jin and his wife. Hoisting the little girl onto his hip, he looked fondly at her and you could see Chaeyoung’s eyes light up as she watched him. You’d known the two of them for the entirety of their relationship and saw how much they cared for one another. Chaeyoung floated over to where Jimin was, pressing herself into his side to say hello to your daughter.

“You know I’m always willing to babysit this little one whenever you need,” Jimin said, bouncing her around, “Just letting you know the offer always stands.” You can’t help but smile. You were lucky to be part of such a close group of friends. You reach to pat him on the shoulder that Chaeyoung is currently pressed up against. “Thank you, Jimin,” you said, “The offer is definitely not forgotten. Haha!” You immediately lock eyes with your husband. The two of you often shared the same brain about things and you knew he could read yours at this moment. The two of you had dabbled in the idea of taking a vacation in the new few months. Could be a good opportunity to get some time to yourselves and of course, to make Jimin happy.

The five of you decided to head off to the restaurant where the rehearsal dinner was going to be. Chaeyoung and yourself took Haneul to the side while Jimin and Hoseok made their way over to the bridal and groomsmen section. You’d join up again later after all the ceremonial things and have dinner together. After sitting down, Hyunjae joined you, toting her son on her lap. He was only a few months older than Haneul and already the spitting image of his father, personality and looks-wise. He was talkative, loud, and was already arguing with his mom You couldn’t help but smile as Haneul and the little boy reached over your arms for each other, wanting to play.

The family and wedding party made their toasts fairly quickly. Hoseok got up to say a few words, saying how happy he was that one of his best friends found happiness in such a lovely person as Eunha. When he mentioned you, you couldn’t help but feel the heat in your face. Several years later and the man standing could still make you feel like a shy high school girl with a crush. He finished and the rest of the night went off without a hitch. Haneul and Jin’s son had both fallen asleep in the corner with a few bright picture books. You couldn’t bear to part the two sleeping angels but it was time to go to bed to get ready for the wedding tomorrow.

Hoseok made his way over to you as you were picking up a sleeping Haneul. “I’ll be right back honey,” he said, cupping his hand around your shoulder with care, “I just want to catch Jimin before he goes.” With that, he ran off, catching his friend before he left the restaurant. He looked serious for a moment but when you saw Jimin respond joyfully to whatever your husband asked, you couldn’t help but admire the smile that spread across your husband’s face. It was this big thing that lit up his entire being and it was one of your favorite things about Hoseok.

You were about to put Haneul over your shoulder when Hoseok walked briskly over to you and took her from you. “Let’s go,” he said, grabbing your hand in the process. He lead you two to the elevators, Haneul in tow, and while the elevator went up, he leaned his head on your shoulder, a smile on his face.

“What’s that smile for?” you asked him. He only smiled wider and told you he would explain when they two of you made it back to the room. Soon enough, you were opening the door and Hoseok was quick but careful to change Haneul and put her in her travel crib. Once she was settled, Hoseok let out a deep sigh and turned around to face you as you sat on the large king bed and had started to kick off your shoes.

“I talked to Jimin…” he started, “He said he’d be more than happy to watch Haneul for a week.” You looked at your husband as if he’d grown three heads. “What are you talking about?” you ask, your eyes as big as saucers and your eyebrows making their way towards one another.

“I asked Jimin if he--and Chaeyoung--wouldn’t mind watching Haneul for a few days to a week,” he said, basically repeating himself. The look on his face was soft and loving and he looked so pretty in the light of the bedside table lamp. “We didn’t even have a proper anniversary this year and being here this weekend...made me realize how much I miss spending time with you,” he said, making his way over to you.

“Haneul got sick. It wasn’t anyone’s faul--” you had started to say but were quickly cut off by your husband pecking you on the lips. The look on his face displayed a fondness but also managed to stop you from saying anything further. He sank down to his knees fitting himself between them, his chest pressed into the side of the high hotel bed. His arms slinked around your waist, his hands pressing themselves into your lower back, thumbs on your hips. You sighed, sinking into the feeling of his touch.

“These two years have been the best of my life and there is absolutely nothing I would trade them for,” he confessed, his eyes soft and his lips curled into the small smile, “Having Haneul is a blessing and I’m sorry she’s taking after me.” He laughed at himself. “But...it’s been a while since it’s just been us, right?” You nod slowly as he rubs circles into the squish of your seated hips.

“When are you thinking?” you finally manage to ask. He moved his hands to grab yours, interlacing his fingers and leaning his upper arms on your thighs. “Hmmm….three days from now?” he said with a smirk.

“What about work?” you asked incredibly, squeezing his fingers between yours. While you didn’t have a work schedule and could design from anywhere, you’re husband was a professional dancer, teacher, and an apprentice to his company’s artistic director. Surely, he had a busy schedule when they got back home.

He leaned down a little to kiss your hands. “I’m on hiatus, remember?” he asked, kissing another knuckle, “No shows for another two months and my apprenticeship doesn’t start up for two more weeks.”

He continues on, “Come on, let’s just go,” he pleaded. “We haven’t done anything this spontaneous in two years. Besides, we have a free babysitter.” You remembered Jimin’s offer earlier that night and the lightbulb finally turned on. “Oh! Were you inspired by Jimin’s offer?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said, “The moment those words left his mouth, I immediately texted the artistic director and they said it was fine because I haven’t taken a vacation from work in two years. I was owed one, anyway.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “But where should we go?” you asked, not being able to help the excitement bubbling up.

“I’m thinking...the beach,” he said and you nodded eagerly. That sounded amazing to you. Just Hoseok and you on the beach. Yeah, kind of like a sequel to your honeymoon, you thought. Though, the very idea was enough to send all the blood in your body to your face. It was quickly obvious to Hoseok that you were thinking of something.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, a knowing look on his face.

“Our honeymoon,” you said, not being able to help but smile. He used your thighs to pull himself up. “Oh, I see,” he said, his smile widening as he climbed on top of you, gentle pushing you to lay on the bed. He hovered over you and gave you a few quick, coy kisses before moving over to you side. He leaned on his elbow.

“I’m looking forward to some mommy and daddy time,” he said rubbing his fingers up and down your arms. It was your turn to peck him on the lips. He made a goofy face just then, one that made you laugh. You loved this thoughtful, handsome, goofy, loving, sexy man more than anything. “Me too,” you said, and a moment later, “I don’t want to move.” He leaned in again to kiss away your pout. Both of you could feel your eyes growing heavy and Hoseok made work of pulling both of you under the covers and stripping you both to your underwear.

As soon as you guys were snug, you heard Haneul start to fuss from her crib. Both of you smiling and sighing at the same time, Hoseok beats you to the punch. “I’ve got her,” he said, kissing your forehead before raising himself out of bed to comfort your little girl.

The very thought of him holding her in his arms to calm her down was enough to reassure you and send you into dreamland.

The morning had run smoothly. Haneul was in a good mood and the three of you grabbed a quick breakfast before Hoseok had to run to Taehyung’s suite to get ready for the ceremony. You had met Hyunjae, Chaeyoung, Yoongi’s girlfriend Sookja in the lobby to go for a walk in the garden before all of you had to go to the ceremony. None of you were in the bridal party so you decided to hang out together to pass the time.

You and Chaeyoung were busy doing the arm swing thing to Haneul as she squealed, Hyunjae and Sookja doing the same to the little boy. Both the little boy and Haneul were too young to be in the wedding and Eunha’s cousins had kids just the right age for the job. So, you didn’t have to run about making sure Haneul was ready but you knew that in the next few years, Haneul would be very busy with friends’ weddings.

You had become close to Chaeyoung and Hyunjae and were forming a friendship quickly with Sookja. You had friends outside of the group too but Hoseok’s group of guy friends had become part of your family and their current significant others by extension. Haneul reached up for Chaeyoung who scooped her up instantly.

“Hoseok and you look so happy,” she said to you, “I can’t believe you’d had this little one for two years already. Isn’t that right, Haneulie? You’re two!!!” You softened at your friend. You couldn’t believe it either. Blessed for two years with the two greatest gifts you could ever ask for.

“I can’t believe it either, sometimes,” you said, “Are you excited to play babysitter?” You couldn’t help but chuckle as Chaeyoung rolls her eyes, but with a smile.

“Jimin didn’t even ask me,” she said with a smile, “But...it’s fine. He loves Haneul and so do I.” She gave the little girl a kiss on the side of her head. “You must be excited, though. You haven’t taken a vacation since she was born. You deserve it!” Chaeyoung hands Haneul back to you and you soften, a tear prickling at your eyes. It would be the longest you’d been without her and that scared you a bit, despite how excited you were to spend time alone with Hoseok.

“Thanks, Chaeyoung,” you said, “How are things with Jimin and you?” They’d been together for a long time but you didn’t get to hang out with Chaeyoung as often as you wanted. You wanted to know what was going on in her life.

“We’re doing really good,” she said a bit giddily, “We are discussing moving in together.”

“That’s so exciting, yay!!!” you said, repositioning Haneul on your hip. You were happy they were taking a step forward. They weren’t jumping into anything fast, they had been together for almost two years. However, then there was Sookja, Yoongi’s girlfriend, who he’d only been dating for around a year and Hoseok was convinced that he was going to pop the question any day now with how in love he was. You just hoped Chaeyoung had never been privy to those conversations.

Soon enough, it was time for you to make your way to the ceremony, which was being held outside. The six of you found your seats and watched as Taehyung, Hoseok, Yoongi, Jin, Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon and two other groomsmen made their way up the aisle. They all looked handsome but of course you were biased and couldn’t take your eyes off Hoseok. He’d parted his hair slightly to the side like he sometimes did and he looked so handsome.

“Baby, look! It’s daddy!” you said to Haneul, lifting her up in your lap so she could see as Hoseok took his place in the line of groomsmen between Jimin and Jin. Haneul waved happily and Hoseok waved back at you both, sending a small wink back. You couldn’t help but wave too.It reminded you of Hoseok on your big day, though he had opted for a linen suit since the two of you got married on a beach.

It wasn’t long before the bridesmaids started coming out too and lining up. When everyone heard a song start, they knew it was time to stand up. Eunha made her way down the aisle and there was not a sound to be heard except an emotional noise coming out of Taehyung. He put his hand over his mouth to stifle a sob. God, he was in love with her and it made you well up to. You could see Hoseok looking on with fondness too, happy that his friend was happy too.

It wasn’t until their vows, though, that you locked eyes with your husband. A quiet remember between you two about your own and what those words meant and still mean to you. The words that Taehyung and Eunha were speaking were beautiful but there was a moment when you were so lost in Hoseok’s eyes that you couldn’t hear them anymore. His eyes were soft in your direction and as you held Haneul in your arms tightly, you couldn’t help but mouth the words “I love you,” in your husband’s direction. He smiles at you, not even need to mouth it back. His smile is big and his eyes are glassy and even though you are emotional for your friends, you can’t help but get caught up in the love of your life.

Taehyung and Eunha are pronounced husband and wife and everyone whoops and hollers when he dips his new wife into a kiss.. Soon after, the party split into twos to walk towards the reception area. Hoseok paired off with Taehyung’s younger sister as the party took the lead, heading off to take photos before the reception officially started.

But before Hoseok could make his way out of your eyesight, he blew a kiss your way.

The atmosphere was ethereal; twinkle lights and candles littering the entire reception area, highlighting the greenery and dark wooden furniture transforming the nice reception hall into a nature fantasy world.

You softly sighed, shaking your head. Wish I would have thought of that, you thought to yourself. Not that your barefoot beach wedding wasn’t everything you wanted. It’s just that there was definitely no place for thousands of twinkle lights on a white sandy beach.

The night was dwindling down, most of the older adults having long left by this point. All was left was the bride and groom dancing their last dance, buzzed and holding each other as if they parted a bomb would go off.

You couldn’t help but smile.

It had been a long time coming for your friends Taehyung and Eunha; an on-and-off relationship over the span of a handful of years, filled with hectic work schedules and a once broken engagement. But here they were… even though they often talked about how happy they would be forever by one another’s side, even if there wasn’t a piece of paper to prove it.

Taehyung lifted his chin from his bride’s shoulder to look at her. The look of love so palpable, you could feel yourself well up and not for the first time that night. Eunha looked like a fairy princess in her dress and Taehyung looked as handsome as he always did. Why did it feel like so long ago but at the same time only yesterday that your husband and you were in the same position as they were?

Your choice in wedding dances had been in stark comparison.

Your husband loved to dance. He should love it, as it was his profession. He had insisted on an elaborate first dance that you two had prepared for months leading up to the big day. You were confident in your dance skills for the average person but you often felt inadequate when trying out big moves with your professional dancer fiancé.

Your husband was a kind man, the kindest, really. But he was also a really strict teacher and you’d occasionally get frustrated and it would turn into harmless squabbles that would lead to you storming off and him following you. Hoseok hated seeing you upset more than anything and couldn’t let anything simmer between the two of you for very long. Within ten minutes of you storming off, he’d be in your trail with heart-filled apologies, kisses over the bridges of your knuckles, and warm breath on your earlobes.

While he was often the first one to cave, you’d forgive him instantly and cling to him. He was the more vocal of the two of you and had more of a flair for the dramatics. You enabled it, though. He’d try to go easier on you after a tiff but you’d never want your Hobi to be anyone other than himself. You’d do your best to follow his instructions but would get caught up in watching him try to teach you; how serious his face would get when walking you through steps, the way his hands would sit on his hips while watching you, the smile he’d sport when you aced a pose. You weres stupid in love with him. You’d take the second lecture for not paying attention with a smile and a quick “sorry” that didn’t really mean sorry but actually meant “sorry I couldn’t stop staring.”

In the end, the dance was a success and it made all your friends and family laugh. Your first dance was to the cheesy “As Long As You Love Me” by the Backstreet Boys. Your new husband had twirled you around, a little too drunk on champagne and his hair salty and fluffing in the ocean breeze. His smile was so big that you though his jaw might pop off and you felt your hair falling apart. It wouldn’t be long before the two of you tumbled from the dance floor and into the sand.

But it was while you we sitting at a round dining table alone that you saw in full frame how much your world had shifted since that champagne and 90’s boy band-infused day.

You looked to the right of the happy couple, several feet away and farther back. Your heart felt heavy and tight as it lifted into your throat. Dancing slowly with soft eyes was the man in question.

But he wasn’t dancing by himself.

In his arms was possibly the one person you loved more than your husband and partner in life. Your two year old daughter. He held her close in his arms, dancing slowly as to not wake her. It was way past her bedtime but she refused to go to sleep when Hoseok took her upstairs to go to bed. So, he danced with her in order to wear her out, still clad in her pyjamas.

She’d fallen asleep about twenty minutes ago and your husband was more than happy to keep swaying her around his corner of the dance floor. Haneul’s cheek was squished into the crook of Hoseok’s arm and chest, her mouth slack and crooked. He’d occasionally lilt his gaze over to her head, checking for any signs of stirring but she was out cold. Exhausted from dancing to some loud, typical wedding dance songs with her dad.

Feeling your heart melt all the way to your stomach, you pushed yourself up from the cushioned dining chair, watching your friends continue to dance in their own little bubble. Making your way over to the only two people in the world you’d murder for, you made eye contact with Hoseok. No longer on groomsman duty, he’d abandoned his jacket, his bowtie a little loose too. When Taehyung had decided against cumberbuns, though, Hoseok had been a little upset.

“Sorry, hyung. Eunha’s call,” Taehyung had said mournfully. He totally wanted them too.

Haneul’s hair was a mess but it had been the way since the beginning of the wedding. Your daughter was too much of a whirlwind to ever be able to keep her hair tangleless. You smiled down at her before looking back at your husband. Hair ruffled, his eyes a little droopy and his hands securely wrapped around your sleeping daughter. Soft clicking noises came from her as she breathed, a little bit of drool staining the now-wrinkled oxford shirt.

You slowly placed your hand over his hand that held Haneul’s back, your other one coming to press into the juncture of Hoseok’s neck and shoulder. Your forefinger caught on the warm skin there. After smiling at you, he leaned in, over Haneul’s head, and kissed you sweetly on the lips.

“She’s out like a light,” he says, a breath above a whisper.

“Thanks for tiring her out,” you say, wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck, the tip of your thumb settling behind his ear. You loved holding his face like this, fingers dragging at the baby hairs on the back of his head. You leaned in and gave him another kiss, capturing his bottom lip between yours. Maybe it was the romantic atmosphere of the wedding, maybe it was just because you were ridiculously and stupidly in love with the man in front of you.

Two years ago, the two of you had only been married for a year a half. Not much had changed since then, except for the fact you had a tiny human to take care of and you were still in a perpetual state of no sleep. The two of you also didn’t have a lot of time to yourselves without Haneul, intimacy definitely lacking in comparison to before she was born. But that didn’t mean you didn’t find time for each other. Whether it was pawning Haneul off on her favorite auntie, Hoseok’s sister Jiwoo or any of your friends and surrogate uncles--Taehyung and Jimin especially--you looked forward to spending time alone.

The stress and time it took to raise a small child, not to mention your husband’s promotion to principal of the prestigious dance company he was a part of, it definitely took its toll. Hoseok was also apprenticing to the current Artistic Director when he wasn’t in endless rehearsals and workshops. It something he had been interested in ever since joining the company and in his words, “it would eventually give me more time to spend time with my two favorite girls.”

You continued your career as a graphic designer after your daughter’s birth even though you left your job officially, glad to have a career where you were basically able to work anywhere. It was a decision that you had made for yourself but of course you included Hoseok in the discussion. He questioned if it was what you wanted to do, but only to make sure you were happy with your decision. Hoseok knew you well enough to know that you weren’t bogged down by other’s opinions, that you were an independent woman, but he still cared enough to ask. That was one of the many things you loved about him and you loved him so much that you wanted his opinion and his input.

“Let’s go,” you say softly, tugging a bit at the bottom of his hair, fingers threatening to weave completely into the strands. He smiled that smile at you, the one that flushes your face pink every time, before he moved Haneul to one side, grabbing your hand with his now free one. You then let him drag you across the dance floor. You waved to Taehyung and Eun-ha, though they had no idea what was going outside of their little bliss bubble. You also said a quick goodbye to a few friends that are still there before exiting.

When the two of you finally were far away from the reception hall and far into the halls of the hotel, you feel like you can breathe a bit more because it’s just the three of you. While waiting for the elevator, you leaned your head on Hoseok’s shoulder with a small yawn.

“Do I have two sleepy girls on my hands now?” he asked. You could hear the smile in his voice. You moved your head to press a kiss his shoulder, feeling the warmth radiating through his shirt. While you didn’t have the night to yourself with Hoseok, you were excited that in two days you would. The two of you had planned to take a short holiday in a few days and Jimin--much to the mock chagrin of his girlfriend--had volunteered to babysit starting a few days time.

“Better sleepy now than in a few days,” you said, looking up at him from where your face is still pressed into his shoulder. You saw the corner of his mouth rise because he knew exactly what you were implying. The two of you were itching for this holiday and besides, Haneul would have so much more fun with Uncle Jimin than her boring, sleepy, lovesick parents.

On the way up to the room, you only stopped holding your husband’s hand to unlock the hotel room. After getting both of you inside and closing the door as quietly as possible, you watched Hoseok carefully put Haneul into her crib. She was already in her PJ’s from the earlier attempt to put her to bed and after brushing a few strands of hair from her little face, he slowly backed away before turning around towards you. You had started to take off your jewelry, wiggling an earring out of your lobe, not being able to take your soft gaze away from him.

Hoseok was also quick to finish removing his bowtie and untuck his shirt, walking towards you in the process. You had started to take pins out of your hair when he reached his mouth towards yours, placing three plush kisses against your lips. You looked at him, smile on his face, and a similar but perhaps more doofy one on yours (you were sure). You couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest woman in the world. You had one of the funniest people you knew as a life partner but he also knew how and when to act like the adult he was. He had a super serious and passionate side to him. It was another of the many things you loved about him, often feeling a little silly yourself in comparison.

He wrapped his hands around your head in order to help you pull out bobby pins, hair falling out of place as he does. You stop your work and in turn start to unbutton his wrinkled oxford shirt. He slid out the last pin in your hair as you fidgeted with the last button. The quickness was a product of mutual grooming and efficiency you two had mastered as parents to a child going through the gruesome twosome. Moving in to hug him, your hands slid into his oxford shirt and around his undershirt clad torso. You loved pressing your face into his chest, hearing his even heartbeat. As loud and goofy he could be, he’d always been your steady beating heart. It was a great contrast to your quiet, sensitive, and sometimes your erratic nature. The elegance to your fumbling. The water to your fire.

In turn, he wrapped his arms around you, fingertips pressing into your skin. “What a wedding, huh?” he asks into your hair. You hummed in response to the warm breath mingling with your messy locks.

“They make such a beautiful couple,” you said, the side of your face pressed into the soft cotton on his chest, must like your daughter had done earlier while she was sleeping. “He really loves her. Never thought Taehyung wouldn’t be the last one of you to get married.”

“I think Jin and Jungkook had money on that very statement,” he said and you could feel his chest breach in a small chuckle. “They both owe Yoongi a lot of money, apparently.” Genius man, that’s for sure, you thought to yourself.

You couldn’t help but smile as well. Taehyung had always seemed like a free spirit type but you knew better. From the time you spent getting to know him over the years of knowing and dating Hoseok, you learned that the artistic man was very family-oriented and caring. Him settling down to start one of his own wasn’t that far-fetched in your mind. Whether he would have actually legally married though was the only question that had been up in the air. In the end, spending the rest of his life emotionally (and legally) Eunha was what he wanted most.

“They’ll be making bets about Yoongi next,” you said, “If Jin’s wife doesn’t catch him first. Surprised he got away with it this time.” You moved your head to press your lips into the cotton of Hoseok’s undershirt before lifting yourself up his arms. His eyes were bleary as both of you had been up for the past several hours. You lifted your hand to push a hand through his messy hair, completely exposing his forehead, letting your hand drop back to the nape of his neck and his hair fall back into his face.

“You know what I want more than anything right now?” you said with a smirk as you pressed yourself a little closer to him. He smirked and lowered his lips close to your ear, feeling his hot breath again.

“Six solid hours of sleep,” he whispered as sexily as the the statement could allow.

You pulled him in for a kiss. “I love it when you talk dirty to me,” you said against his lips. The two of you looked at one another with a knowing look and as if one being, rushed to get out of your formal clothes and into your pyjamas. The two of you couldn’t help but laugh as you struggled to strip. After finishing, you made yourself busy and walked briskly to the two suitcases set up across the room. Grabbing both your set and his, you threw his at him teasingly. The character-covered pyjama pants were on and your bra was off but before you could put on the button up top that matched, you felt a pair of lips on your shoulder. The lips then dragged up to your neck before. A slight shiver ran up your spine as he attached his lips to a particular place behind your ear.  

“Save it for the day after tomorrow,” you say, your chest a little flush.

“You don’t make it easy,” he then says against your jaw. He detached himself in order to put his pyjamas on as well, an old t-shirt and a pair of flannel bottoms. “You should feel lucky I’m tired and am saving my energy for our holiday where lame parent cuddling will be banned.” He kissed your cheek after putting his head through the hole of his old t-shirt.

“But you love lame parent cuddling,” you said as you climbed into the plush king bed, holding out the covers for him to get in.

“Guilty,” he said, climbing in after you. You didn’t even bother to take your makeup off and neither of you bothered to brush your teeth. Both of you too tired to care. After covering you both up with the puffy, silky hotel duvet, you could feel your head getting hazy. Hoseok pulled you in close to him, his hair touching the nape of your neck. Just as you were putting your hands over his, you instinctually lifted your head and shoulders up to look over at Haneul, your breath caught in your throat. Hoseok slowly pulled you back down to him, nuzzling you again, his voice even sleepier than before.

“She’s fine,” he said, the hand that snaked around your middle reaching for one of your hands,  “Go to sleep, honey.” He squeezed your hand and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You knew that you had nothing to worry about, not when you had this man beside you always. His finger intertwined with yours were warm and so was the comforting breath of his against the back of your neck.

Snuggling back into him, it wasn’t more than five minutes of playing with Hoseok’s fingers before you were out like a light.

You personally wanted to thank Taehyung’s wedding DJ for keeping the jams pumping and wearing your daughter out because the two of you ended up getting those six hours of sleep.

[urdearestmom]

Lights, Sound, Screwdriver! | Chapter 2

Max and El had simply been minding their own business in study hall when in front of them who should appear but Troy Harrington.

“Hey, Mayfield, you free this Saturday?”

Max groaned and slammed her head down on her history textbook. “Why, Harrington?”

He smirked. “It’s time for that date, baby.”

Max buried her head further into the pages. “I’ve told you no a million times, can you just fuck off already?”

Troy came closer. “I could fuck you, instead,” he leered. That was El’s breaking point. She had been fingering the screwdriver in her pocket ever since she’d seen Troy enter the library, just knowing he was going to come bother them.

“Or you could fuck off instead, just like Max said,” she answered, standing to her full height and holding her arms out threateningly.

Troy scoffed at her. “Or what?”

El whipped the screwdriver from her pocket and in an instant Troy was bent over clutching his stomach, wheezing. “Or that. Your choice.” She sat back down and put the tool away.

Troy looked up at her with something akin to terror in his eyes. “You crazy bitch! She stabbed me! You freak! She stabbed me!” He cried. Mr. Kowalski, the librarian, came over to shush them.

“Mr. Harrington, what is going on? You need to be quiet!”

“She stabbed me! With a screwdriver!” He motioned to El. Max had yet to remove her face from her textbook.

Mr. Kowalski looked over his glasses at the girl. “Is this true, Miss Hopper?”

She shrugged. “He deserved it,” she answered defiantly.

The old man’s face darkened. “Go to the office. Now.”

“I’ll be back later,” El said, patting Max’s shoulder. Max nodded, head still down.

“Miss Hopper!”

She held her hands up. “I’m going! Geez, get your panties out of that knot, will ya?”

She could hear him grumbling about kids and their disrespect for authority all the way to the door. Maybe you should pay more attention to these stupid boys and their disrespect for women! Troy so deserved what he got.

Upon entering the office, El saw that other than the secretary, there was one other person there, and it was Mike Wheeler. She knew him from classes they’d shared and from the one time Hopper had brought a crying little blonde girl into the station and Mike had come flying inside in a panic, looking for his sister.

Ever since the first day of eighth grade, El had thought he was cute. She had seen him in the hall at the start of the day and she recognized him in her homeroom and third period class by his sweater (it was kind of hideous, but he somehow made it work). Over the years, they had had several classes together, and he was a student that was very engaged in the classes he liked, so she got to hear him speak a lot. He was enthusiastic and compelling, able to make even the most boring topic sound interesting. She could have listened to him talk for hours; she liked his voice that much. And sometimes she caught him watching her, and when she did he would look away as if he’d been burned (it made her feel fuzzy).

Of course, Max only knew that El thought he was cute and had somewhat of a crush on him. If Max knew the whole extent of El’s feelings about this Mike, she would never let up on the teasing. El had already made that mistake with Hopper because she was very blunt and told things as they were, so when he asked her about school she had told him all about this kid she was so interested in, and after that he would randomly ask for updates on the situation. El would always duck her head in embarrassment and mumble about how he would never like a girl like her.

She was an outcast, she supposed. She liked to wear black and all her jeans were ripped, and she carried around weapons of varying bluntness to stab deserving people. Her only real friend was Max, who no one really liked either because she didn’t try to fit in with most of the other girls in their grade. She was a skateboarder who liked the arcade and forest adventures.

Hopper would always try to cheer her up when she got like that, reminding her that she was wonderful the way she was, and if a boy couldn’t see that then he wasn’t worth it.

Either way, El was now confronted with two options: ignore him, or take the opportunity presented and finally talk to him. Suck it up, Hopper, she thought, before taking the seat next to him and speaking.

“So what are you in for?” She asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Be confident! She felt like her stomach was about to erupt with nervousness.

Mike looked at her and then looked behind him, as if she was talking to someone else. “M-me?”

“Yes, you, who else would I be talking to?” Shit, was that too forceful?

He looked like he was a little scared by her, which she could understand but which also made her a little sad. Was she really that intimidating? “I-I don’t know. Um, they just want to know if it’s cool if I miss my classes tomorrow to run sound and lights for a presentation in the auditorium.” Ah yes, sound and lights. El also knew that he was president of their school’s AV club.

She nodded, of course he wouldn’t have gotten in trouble for anything. He was a model student. “Cool.”

“What are you in for?” She didn’t know how to answer, because she didn’t want to scare him off or something, but she also didn’t like lying.

“I stabbed a kid with a screwdriver.”

His eyes widened. “We lead very different lives, then.”

Shit, I just blew it. “That we do.”

“Well I’m sure he deserved it. What’d he do?” Wait a minute, he was actually agreeing with her? It seemed he wasn’t weirded out by her slight violent tendencies after all.

“Existed, in front of me,” she said sarcastically. Okay, now he looks scared. “I’m kidding! He was being a dick. Troy Harrington, you know him?”

Mike inhaled. “You bet. Biggest asshole this side of Indiana.”

El almost laughed. Good, she and Max weren’t the only ones with that opinion of Troy. “Well, he was trying, once again, to ask my friend Max on a date. She’s told him no about a thousand times, honestly, when will he get the point? So, I stabbed him and he went crying to Kowalski like the little baby that he is.”

Mike snorted and she felt a sense of pride at him having found her story amusing. She suddenly felt very comfortable. She wasn’t afraid of him being scared of her now that he had almost laughed.

“Sounds like he did deserve it, after all. Why’d you have a screwdriver?”

El looked him directly in the eyes, which was hard but worth it because his eyes were so pretty. It also added to the drama of her next statement. “To stab people who deserve it.”

“Half this school is screwed, then,” he sighed, slumping down a little bit and glancing at her as if to gauge her reaction to what he’d said.

Did he just- AAAAAAAA HE TOLD ME A JOKE! She started giggling. “Oh my god, did you really just make that joke?”

“Sorry, was it lame?” Now he looked disappointed, as if his joke hadn’t worked.

“A little. But it was cute.” Now or never, Ellie. “You’re cute.” She steeled herself for a weird look or a swift rejection, but instead Mike just started blushing violently.

“I am?” How is he unaware of his own cuteness?

She nodded, now trying to appear confident and suave but really trying not to squeal because he was BLUSHING at her compliment. “I’ve always thought you were cute. Max thinks I’m insane, but I guess it’s good ‘cause that means I have less competition.”

“You what?” He asked faintly. Shit, was that too far? Oh god, why am I like this.

El was saved from having to answer by the vice principal coming out of his office and calling Mike. A few minutes after, the principal called her into his office, gave her the usual stern look, then told her she had detention after school and let her go.

She was sad that Mike wasn’t out yet, but also giddy that she had finally managed to talk to him and she didn’t think it had gone too badly. On her way back to study hall, she stopped at Mike’s locker, suddenly having an idea and another burst of confidence. She was having a lot of those today, wasn’t she?

On a piece of ripped out notebook paper, she scrawled her house number and under it she wrote:

Call me. Be prepared, you might get my dad haha

xoxo JH

El almost wrote EH as her initials, but then she remembered that Mike didn’t know her nickname was El or that she went by it, he probably only knew her as Jane.

She could only hope that he had liked Jane enough to call her.

[ace-take-the-prndl]

@emeracco

you asked for it

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say? 

I’m not suprised

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?

Nothing because I haven’t kissed anybody  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?

If it was weed I probably wouldn’t care but any other kind yeah..

4. Is your last name longer than six letters?

Nope

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?

Still never kissed anybody

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?

No?

7. What does your last received text say?

lol

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?

09. Where was your last kiss at?

nowhere

10. When is the last time you saw your sister?

I saw my oldest sister like 2 days ago, I can’t remember the last time I saw my other sister. She doesn’t hang out with us anymore

11. What do you drink in the morning?

Some nice cool and refreshing H2O. Stay healthy kids.

12. Where did you sleep last night?

My bed?

13. Do you think relationships are hard?

I answered this one already

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?

Nah that’s too much work. and I wouldn’t fuck with the past

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?

Yeah that I’m alone

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?

Answered this already too

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?

omfg a lot of people. My middle name is unoriginal for a middle name

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?

like pajama shorts

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?

God I hope so

20. Does anyone like you?

idk if they do they better tell me because I’m clueless af

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?

No

22. Is the last person you kissed gay?

Still haven’t kisses anyone

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?

there’s a lot of people I CANNOT stand tbh

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?

Yes! I want a bunch tbh

25. In the past week have you cried?

Probably I don’t even pay attention to when I cry. I’m an emotional person okay.

26. What breed was the last dog you saw?

Mixed breed

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?

Both?

28. Have you ever kissed a football player?

Nope

29. Do you think you’re old?

Hell no I’m still young

30. Do you like text messaging? 

Yeah its quicker and easier sometimes

31. What type of day are you having?

A chill one

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?

I actually just got my nose pierced a few weeks ago! I’ve wanted it for the longest time, both my sisters and mom have theirs done.

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?

COLD. I hate the heat so much, I get hot easily and then I get sick. Warm weather, gross.

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?

eh not really

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?

A relationship. I’ve never been in one and I want something meaning full in my life and not just a fling

36. Are you a simple or complicated person?

I can be both

37. What song are you listening to?

Also answered this already

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?

Of course 39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?

Yeah I’m sure my friends do, I don’t keep things from them even about myself if I did it’s because I forgot to tell them or something 40. What made you start liking the person you like now?

???? 41. When did you last receive a text message?

Today 42. What is wrong with you right now?

You got me buddy 43. How well do you know the last female you texted?

I’d say pretty well 44. Does anyone disgust you?

Yes. 45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?

Depends I guess 46. Are you in a good mood right now?

Yee 47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?

idk my dad?  48. What color shirt are you wearing?

Like a really dark blue 49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?

No I’m an opened person and I’m always ready to listen to someone even if they’re telling me I’m a shit person I’m like thank you and now I’ll go change myself so I’ll be less of a shit person and don’t cause people trouble or pain 50. Anyone you’re giving up on?

None that I care for 51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?

No, I’ve never fell hard for someone

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?

Nope. I know when I need to walk away to better my health I won’t let someone hold me back. 53. Do you like rain?

answered already 54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?

Nah. Just as long as they’re not an alcoholic I’m cool with it 55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?

Yeah. Story of my life tbh. 56. Do you like to cuddle?

YES 57. Are you shy?

eh not it depends on the situation like around adults I can be meh… But grouping outings and stuff I’m pretty out and about 58. Do you get along with girls?

yeah 59. Have you dated the person you texted last?

no 60. What do you carry with you at all times?

Money. Hand sanitizer. Chapstick. Basic shit. 61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?

For 1 million dollars yeah, I’d fight a ghost for 1 million dollars 62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?

yeah 63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?

sadly no 64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?

YES 65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?

I left my sister’s house and my sister texted me a minute later saying how my nephew asked were I was at and she told him I left and he goes “but i didn’t get to say bye..” I thought it was cute. Usually they hate me lmao

66. How old are the last three people you kissed?

never been kissed

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself?  

My nails are shit I’d rather pay. I only ever got them done twice in my lifetime so far.    68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?

Leopard print     69. Do you have any stickers on your car? 

I don’t have car…    70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?  

LUKE BRYAN. I actually really love Luke Bryan don’t hate me   71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone?   

Well my first smart phone was and Anroid so I’m going with that 72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?

God I can’t even remember I hope it’s soon I could go for some PIzza Hut     73. Do you like diet soda?    

Ehh.. Yeah I don’t drink a lot of pop to begin with though. Like I hate pop. But I LOVE root beer 74. What color are the walls in your room?  

White   75. Are you 16 or older? 

I am 76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?    

No but I’ve heard of it 77. Do you have a job?    

No… I need to get one. I gotta worry about school so putting a job on top of that would suck. and I have no way of transportation so..   78. What are your initials?   

JH  79. Did you ever have braces?    

I actually got denied braces a couple days ago which pisses me off because I need braces, my teeth are shit 80. Are you from the south?  

I don’t think? I’m horrible with stuff don’t ask me this. 

81. What does your last status on facebook say?

It’s just a video I reblogged, I don’t post much on facebook     82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed? 

there’s a lot of kissing questions isn’t there?    83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?

I don’t like to choose though I feel more comfortable joking with my mom on some stuff. It can be a little awkward with my dad because I’m like his little girl and idk.. Sometimes it’s like or this is fine and sometimes I’m like why. It’s nothing ever addressed towards me or anything no, it’s just things you’d like tell a friend and have a laugh about you know? But also my dad does do a lot for me. So I’m close to both of them.

84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?    

Hell no 85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?   

Kong: Skull Island  86. Do you smoke?    

No I’d literally die. Asthma my guy, I ain’t taking any chances. 87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops? 

Heels. I can’t walk in heels which I REALLY WISH I COULD. But I hate feet and flip flops is basically just showing you people’s feet and I just want to gag   88. Is your phone touch screen?    

Yep 89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?    

Straight 90. Have you ever snuck out of your house?    

No, I’m a good noodle 91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?

 I’ve only ever swam in a pool it’d be fun to swim in a river or lake. But then large body water phobia might kick in

92. Have you ever made out in a car?  

No :/   93. …Had sex in a car?    

….. No 94. Are you single or in a relationship?    

Single 95. What were you doing last night at midnight?

Probably watching videos on youtube     96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?

July 4th :P     97. Do you like the camera on your phone?    

Fuck no it’s a piece of shit 98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?  

No.   99. Have you ever passed out from drinking? 

Lmao no    100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate?

No I ain’t no fake bitch if I hate you why would I add you on facebook 101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?    

No 102. Name your favorite Kesha song:    

Probably Cannibal I don’t know why but I listened to that one a lot back in 2010 103. Do you have any tan lines right now?    

No I can’t tan for the life of me. I got 2 shades Larry the Lobster and Casper the Friendly Ghost 104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts? 

I don’t think I’d ever wear cowboy boots lmao. I’ve worn boots with shorts before they just weren’t cowboy boots 

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'A total blast': our writers pick their favorite summer blockbusters ever

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'A total blast': our writers pick their favorite summer blockbusters ever

As the season heats up on the big screen, Guardian writers look back on their picks from the past with killer sharks, mournful crime-fighters and time-traveling teens

Face/Off (1997)

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Madman bomber Nicolas Cage stole John Travoltas dead sons life. So gloomy FBI agent Travolta steals Cages face. When Cage steals his face and his wife and freedom John Woos Face/Off becomes the biggest, wackiest and most operatic summer blockbuster in history, a gonzo combustion that flings everything from pigeons to peaches at the screen.

Hong Kong cineastes might applaud a script with roots in the ancient Sichuan opera genre Bian Lian, where performers swap masks like magic. Popcorn-munchers, of which I am front row center, are here to watch whack job Cage and soulful Travolta, two actors who love to go full-ham, play each other and go deep inside their iconographies. Call it hamception. Or just call it a crazy swing that hits a home run as Cavolta and Trage battling it out in a warehouse, a speedboat and, of course, a church. As Cage-as-Travolta gloats to Travolta-as-Cage, Isnt this religious? The eternal battle between good and evil, saint and sinners but youre still not having any fun! Maybe hes not, but we sure are. Bravo, bravo. AN

Edge of Tomorrow (2014)

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Theres been an increasing sense of desperation clinging to the majority of roles picked by Tom Cruise in recent years. Outside of the still shockingly entertaining Mission: Impossible series, he was miscast in the barely serviceable Jack Reacher and its maddeningly unnecessary sequel, his awards-aiming American Made was throwaway and his franchise-starting The Mummy was a franchise-killer. But four summers ago, he picked the right horse just maybe at the wrong time.

Because despite how deliriously fun Edge of Tomorrow was in the summer of 2014, audiences didnt show the requisite enthusiasm. It was a moderate success (enough to warrant a long-gestating sequel) but it should have packed them in, its combination of charm, invention and sheer thrills making it one of the most objectively successful blockbuster experiences in memory. The nifty plot device (Cruise must relive a day of dying while battling aliens over and over again) allowed for some dark gallows humor and a frenetic pace that kept us all giddily on edge while it also contained a dazzling action star turn from Emily Blunt whose fearless Full Metal Bitch wrestled the film away from Cruise. Blame its relative failure on the bland title? Cruise fatigue? Blockbuster over-saturation? Then find a digital copy to watch and rewatch and repeat. BL

Back to the Future (1985)

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Back to the Future very nearly wasnt a summer blockbuster. The reshoots required after Eric Stoltz was booted off, then the fact Michael J Foxs Family Ties commitments meant he could only shoot at night all meant filming didnt wrap until late April. Robert Zemeckis and Steven Spielberg duly pencilled in an August / September release.

But then people started seeing it. Test scores were off the scale. Said producer Frank Marshall: Id never seen a preview like that. The audience went up to the ceiling. So they bagsied the best spot the year had to offer 3 July hired a squad of sound editors to work round the clock and two print editors with instructions to get properly choppy. They did, and those big trims tightened yet further one of the tautest screenplays (by Bob Gale) cinema has ever seen. The only bit of fat they left was the Johnny B Goode scene: sure, it didnt advance the story, but the kids at those test screenings knew we were gonna love it. Back to the Future is a pure shot of summer cinema: grand, ambitious, insanely entertaining. Deadpool, Avengers, take note: a blockbuster can be smart as hell so long as it wears it lightly. In the end, by the way, the film spent 11 weeks at number 1 at the US box office. Thats essentially the whole summer. CS

Teminator 2: Judgment Day (1991)

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The first film I ever saw at the cinema was The Rocketeer. We drove into Bradford city centre, bought our tickets at the Odeon and sat through the 1991 tale which followed the fortunes of a stunt pilot, a rocket pack and a Nazi agent played by Timothy Dalton who sounded like he was from Bury rather than Berlin. The way into the multiplex there was a huge poster for Terminator 2: Judgment Day. Arnie sat on a Harley with a shotgun cocked and ready. My dad was a huge fan of the original but he still couldnt swing taking a seven-year-old to see it. It wasnt until I borrowed a VHS copy that I finally got to see what was behind that image. Skynet, dipshits, T-1000s, a nuclear holocaust and a motorbike chases on the LA river.

Blockbusters dont usually have that edge: theres a more brazen mainstream appeal. But Judgment Day was and still is an exception. It did huge numbers at the box office (more than $500m), was a rare sequel that was arguably better than the original and introduced really odd bits of Spanish idiom into the Bradford schoolyard lexicon. I probably would have been scarred for life watching it as a seven-year-old, but as a teenager it gave me a story I doubt Ill ever get tired of revisiting. LB

The Dark Knight (2008)

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The summer of 2008 was a busy one: Barack Obama emerged from a contentious democratic primary to become the first ever black presidential nominee of a major party. The dam fortifying the entire global financial system was about to burst. China hosted its first ever Summer Olympics. But somehow, and not exactly to my credit, what I remember most from that summer is the uncanny, ridiculously over-the-top publicity blitzkrieg that preceded the release of The Dark Knight, which has since emerged as not just an all-time great summer blockbuster, but an all-time great American film, period.

There were faux-political billboards that read I believe in Harvey Dent; a weirdly nondescript website of the same name; Joker playing cards dispersed throughout comic book stores, which led fans to another website where the DA was defaced with clown makeup. Dentmobiles, Gotham City voter registration cards, a pop-up local news channel: the marketing campaign might have seemed excessive had the movie not so convincingly topped it. Ten years later, as films like Deadpool and Avengers: Infinity War try to reach those same heights of virality, The Dark Knight remains the measuring stick by which every superhero movie, and superhero villain, is measured. JN

Mad Max: Fury Road (2015)

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In many ways, Fury Road is summer: arid, scorching, bright enough to be squinted at. The driving force behind all the high-impact driving is scarcity of water, the essence of life in a desert where death practically rises up from the burning sand. Even in the air-conditioned comfort of a multiplex auditorium in Washington DCs Chinatown, watching George Millers psychotic motor opera left this critic sweaty and parched. My world is fire and blood, warns the weary Max Rockatansky (Tom Hardy) in the scripts opening lines. Staggering out of a theater into the oppressive rays of the sun, it sure can feel that way.

Millers masterpiece fits into the summer blockbuster canon in a less literal capacity as well, striking its ideal balance of dazzling technical spectacle and massively-scaled emotional catharsis. There was plenty of breathless praise to go around upon this films 2015 release, much of it for the feats of practical-effects daring, but the hysterical extremes of feeling cemented its status as a modern classic. I cant deny that Ive watched the polecat sequence upwards of a dozen times, but Millers film truly comes alive in Furiosas howl of desperation, and in Maxs noble disappearance into the throng. CB

Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

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Its the music, its the giant boulder, its the Old Testament mysticism, its the whip, its the Cairo Swordsman, its Harrison Fords crooked smile, its the bad dates, its Karen Allen drinking a sherpa under the table, its the melted faces and exploding heads. Its all these things plus having the good fortune of seeing this at the cinema at a very young age, therefore watching most of it through my terrified fingers. (Indy tells Marion to keep her eyes shut during the cosmic spooky ending; way ahead of you there!)

The modern blockbuster as we know it was created by Steven Spielberg with Jaws and George Lucas with Star Wars, so the hype was unmatched when the two collaborated in 1981 with Raiders of the Lost Ark. As a kid I had no idea this was a loving homage to cliffhanger serials from the 30s and 40s, I took it as pure adventure. The seven-and-a-half minute desert truck chase (I dont know, Im making thus up as I go) is probably the best action sequence in all of cinema (John Woos Hard Boiled does not have a horse, sorry), but watching as an adult one notices a lot of sophisticated humor, too. (Indy being too exhausted to make love to Marion, for example, is something that didnt connect when I was six.)

Its strange to think I watched these cartoon Nazis on VHS with my grandparents who had escaped the Holocaust, and no one benefits when you do the math to figure out how young Marion was when, as Indy puts it, you knew what you were doing. But for thrills, laughs and propulsive camerawork (though a little mild Orientalism), nothing tops this one. JH

Independence Day (1996)

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Short of actually calling their film Summer Blockbuster, rarely can a films height-of-summer release date been so central to a films raison detre. This being the mid-90s, when po-mo and self-referentiality was all the rage, brazenly hooking your tentpole film to 4 July was seen as a pretty smart idea.

Fortunately, all the ducks did line up in a row for ID4: a game-changing performance from Will Smith, Jeff Goldblum at (arguably) his funniest, a rousingly Clintoneque president in Bill Pullman and most importantly in that run-up to the millennium physical destruction on a gigantic scale. Much comment at the time was expended on the laser obliteration of the White House (an early shot from the Tea Party/Maga crowd?), but I personally cherish director Roland Emmerichs signature move of detonating cars in somersault formation. Like many other huge-budget films then and since, Independence Day was basically a tooled-up retread of cheap-as-chips format of earlier decades though who these days would roll such expensive dice on what is essentially an original script, with no comic book or toy branding as a forerunner? We shall never see its like again. AP

Aliens (1986)

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An Aliens summer is one for moviegoers who prefer to sit in in darkened rooms when the sun is shining; the brutal confines of the fiery power plant make an excellent subliminal ad for air conditioning. In 1986, James Cameron took Ridley Scotts elegant, iconic horror template and turned it into an all-out action blockbuster, forcing Ripley once again to face down her nemeses in a breathless fug of claustrophobia, sweat and fear. Its relentlessly stressful and unbelievably thrilling.

I first saw Aliens many years after its initial release. Owing to its sizeable and long-lasting legacy, it was at once immediately familiar, yet also brisk and brutally fresh. I understood that it was a classic, but I wasnt prepared for just how good it is, for the pitch-perfect management of tension, the pace that never really lets up, the emotional pull. The maternal undertow of Ripleys protection of Newt, and the alien mirror of that, adds a level of heart unusual in most blockbusters, and her frustration at being a woman whose authority must be earned again and again, and then proven again and again, remains grimly relevant, 30 years on. Its also a total blast. Now get away from her, you bitch. RN

Jaws (1975)

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It is the great summer blockbuster ancestor the film that in 1975 more or less invented the concept of the event movie. And unlike all those other summer blockbusters, Steven Spielbergs Jaws is actually about the summer; it is explicitly about the institution of the summer vacation, into which the movie was being sold as part of the seasonal entertainment. It is about the sun, the sand, the beach, the ocean and the entirely justified fear of being eaten alive by an enormous shark with the appetite of a serial killer and the cunning of a U-boat commander. And more than that: it is about that most contemporary of political phenomena: the coverup, the town authorities at a seaside resort putting vacationers at risk by not warning them about the shark. The Jaws mayor has become comic shorthand for the craven and pusillanimous politician.

A blockbuster nowadays means spectacular digital effects, but this film is from an analogue world. It bust the block through brilliant film-making and an inspired score from John Williams, summoning up the shark with a simple two-note theme which became the most famous musical expression of evil since Bernard Herrmanns shrieking violin stabs in Psycho took the place of actual knife-slashing. I still remember the excitement of the summer of 1975, and the queues around the block at the Empire, in Watford, round the corner from the football ground. The inspired brevity of the title meant the word was repeated over and over again to fill the marquee display: JAWS JAWS JAWS as if they were screaming it! PB

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