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Pokémon Horizons Episode 26 spoilers under the cut!

OH SO WE WEREN'T BEING JUST DELUSIONAL,,,,,, THEY'RE DOING IT,,,,,,,,,,,, THEY'RE ACTUALLY DOING IT,,,, , ,

[cera-writes]

Remy and reader on their wedding day and night. Fluff and smut please? 😗😗😗😗😗😗

A/N: I like the way you think 🥰🥰🥰 Pairing: F!Reader x Remy "Gambit" LeBeau Tags: fluff, nfsw, sweet sweet smut

"I Do."

The air crackled with nervous anticipation, a fizzing current that danced along your spine. Sunlight streamed through the ornate French doors, casting a warm glow across the sprawling gardens of the St Louis Cathedral. It was the day. You were marrying Remy LeBeau.

A shiver, not entirely from the air-conditioned coolness of the room, rippled through you. You glanced at yourself in the antique mirror, the handcrafted lace of your wedding dress whispering against your skin. It was a vision of elegance, a stark contrast to the life you once knew. But then, so was everything about Remy.

A soft rap at the door startled you. "Come in," you called, your voice barely above a whisper.

The door creaked open, revealing Remy. He looked impossibly handsome in his tailored black suit, a crimson rosebud pinned to his lapel. His eyes, red as garnet and black as night, held a familiar warmth that sent a familiar flutter to your heart.

For a moment, you could only stare at him, speechless. He took a hesitant step forward, a sheepish grin breaking across his face. "Well, mon cheri," he drawled, his voice a barely above a caress, "you look like you swallowed a canary."

You swatted him playfully on the arm, a laugh bubbling up from your chest. "That's the most eloquent compliment I've ever gotten from a thief."

Remy chuckled, the sound rich and deep. "Only for you, cherie. Only for you." He reached out, his hand hovering over yours. "Are you ready?"

You squeezed his hand, the nervous energy dissipating into a calm certainty. "As I'll ever be."

Remy's smile softened. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Then let's go steal the show, shall we?"

The walk down the aisle was a blur. Arms linked with Remy's, you felt a thousand eyes on you, yet all that mattered was the man beside you. You glanced over at the X-Men, your friends over the years as they smiled at the two of you. Morph was bawling, tears streaming down their eyes. Even some of Remy's old Guild acquaintances had shown up and made an appearance. Remy squeezed your hand reassuringly as you reached the altar, a silent promise exchanged in a single touch.

The ceremony was beautiful, a tasteful blend of your traditions and Remy's heritage. When it came time for the vows, Remy's voice, usually smooth as butter, trembled slightly. His words, though, were heartfelt, a testament to the love that had bloomed from the most unexpected of places.

Yours were no less heartfelt, spoken with a conviction that surprised even yourself. You pledged your love, your loyalty, your entire chaotic, beautiful life to this charming thief who had stolen your heart.

You both said without a single doubt in your words, "I do," at last.

As your longtime friend Kurt Wagner declared you husband and wife, Remy took your face in his hands, his gaze intense. The kiss that followed was filled with a lifetime of unspoken emotions, a promise whispered on stolen breaths.

The reception was a whirlwind of laughter, music, and dancing. Remy, ever the charmer, regaled your friends and family with tales of your adventures, your first time ever have met each other, each embellished for maximum effect. You watched him, a smile permanently plastered on your face, your heart overflowing with a happiness you never thought possible.

Later that night, as you stood on the balcony overlooking the moonlit gardens, Remy wrapped his arms around you from behind. "So," he murmured, his voice husky, "Mrs. LeBeau. How does it feel?"

You leaned back against him, a contented sigh escaping your lips. "Like coming home, Remy. Like I finally belong."

He nuzzled your neck, his lips sending shivers down your spine. "Then welcome home, cherie. Welcome home."

As you gazed out at the star-dusted sky, hand in hand with the man you loved, you knew this was just the beginning of your grand adventure. A life together, filled with laughter, love, and perhaps the occasional heist, was a future you wouldn't trade for anything in the world.

But the night didn't stop there. Your Honeymoon awaited as Remy carried you bridal style back through the threshold.

Remy had managed to secure a beautiful hotel nestled in the heart of the French Quarter.

A slow smile spread across his face as he sat you down inside the French Chateau. He cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "Let's get you out of this dress, shall we?"

His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine. You nodded, a silent agreement hanging heavy in the air. He helped you remove the dress, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours.

When you stood before him in nothing but your lingerie, the air crackled with unspoken desire and undeniable lust. He took a step back, his eyes roaming over your body, a mixture of possessiveness and reverence in his gaze.

"Ma Belle, you are absolutely stunning," he breathed, his voice thick with desire, his accent thickening.

You stepped closer, bridging the gap between you. You reached out, your fingers tracing the planes of his chest. His muscles tensed beneath your touch, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it was replaced by a hungry glint in his eyes.

He captured your lips in a kiss, deep and demanding. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken promises, of a lifetime of passion waiting to be explored. You surrendered to him completely, your senses overwhelmed by the taste of him, the feel of his strong arms wrapped around you.

You then pushed Remy down onto the plush bed adorned with red rose petals. He smirked devilishly, eyes never leaving yours as he beckoned you closer.

The night stretched before you, filled with stolen moments and whispered endearments. Remy was everything you'd ever dreamt of and more - tender and passionate, playful and protective. He explored your body with a reverence that left you breathless, his touch igniting a fire within you.

"Oh gods, Remy! Don't stop, please..." you begged breathlessly as he took you inch by inch, rough and hard, needy and desperate. "F-fuck chere! T-tu te sens si b-bien," he stammered, breaths coming out in short pants. You were both reaching new heights of ecstasy with each other.

You'd made it a point early on in your relationship that if he wanted you, he'd have to bed you properly on your wedding night as traditional and outdated as that sounded. You were tired of having your heart played with in the past. But here he was now, worshipping your body like a long forgotten art. Funny how life turned out for the both of you.

As the night wore on, the initial urgency gave way to a slow, sensual exploration. Remy was thrusting into you in slow deliberate thrusts. Your body fit him like a glove. "Just like that baby, god I love you, Remy...my cajun man," you kissed his lips as he made love to you.

He smiled, half proud and half completely enamored with how you were making him feel.

You learned each other's bodies in a new way, the pleasure building with each touch, each kiss.

Finally, sated and breathless, you lay curled up in his arms, the moonlight painting silver streaks across your entwined forms.

"I love you, Remy," you whispered once more, as if never getting tired of those three words, your voice thick with sleep.

He nuzzled your hair, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "Je t'aime, mon cœur," he murmured. "Plus que les mots ne peuvent le dire."

You drifted off to sleep, the feeling of his love a warm blanket wrapped around you, the promise of a lifetime together a sweet dream on your lips.

You were his and he was yours.

Pour Toujours.

[03jyh23]

🌷⌇ our first day finding our way back part 5; a choi jongho mini-series

ex-boyfriend! idol! jongho x ex-girlfriend! single-mom! reader

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│synopsis: five years have passed since jongho last saw you. your lives have taken drastically different paths, with jongho achieving fame and you focusing on raising your daughter, nari, in quiet anonymity. when jongho discovers he has a daughter, he's determined to be a part of her life.

│genre: a slice of life, romance, fluff, some angst

│trigger warnings: unplanned pregnancy, illegitimate child, single parenthood

│words: 9 k

│reminder: what you’re about to read is purely fiction, so let’s keep it separate from reality.

!minors do not interact!

— hi there my lovely people! i hope all of you had a good week! i'm so happy to finally write more nari as im aware that's what you've been looking for! we are only getting started with dad jongho moments so im excited for the future updates, even if it means we are getting closer to the end :( i don't really have much to say regarding this part, i hope you will enjoy it!!!

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Jongho hung up the phone and started gathering his things, his mind racing with thoughts of Nari and the urgency in your voice. He mentally ran through everything he might need for the day. His movements were quick but slightly clumsy in his haste. He grabbed his shoes, slipping them on as he made his way to the door. Just as he was about to leave his room, he realized he hadn't taken his car keys. With a small, frustrated sigh, he turned back and scanned the room, spotting them on the nightstand. He snatched them up and then reached for a jacket from the rack, knowing the morning air might still be chilly. 

As he shrugged on the jacket, his mind was solely focused on getting to you and Nari as quickly as possible. In his rush, his legs tangled momentarily, causing him to stumble. He steadied himself, taking a deep breath to clear his head. He couldn't afford to waste any more time. 

"Shit, I can't just go empty-handed," he whispered to himself. Jongho quickly scanned the room, looking for something to bring. There was nothing suitable for a little girl. He sighed, not wanting to visit without bringing Nari anything. As he scanned the room one last time, his eyes landed on a small collection of his belongings, none of which seemed appropriate for his daughter. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the weight of the situation. He wanted to make a good impression, to show Nari that he was thinking about her and cared enough to bring something special. "Wooyoung's gonna hate me but a man gotta do what he gotta do," he thought, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite the urgency. Taking a deep breath, he left his room and walked down the hall to Wooyoung's door. He hesitated momentarily, knowing it was still early and that Wooyoung might not appreciate being woken up. But there was no other option. He needed to do this. With a determined knock, Jongho rapped on the door. He waited, shifting from foot to foot as he listened for any signs of movement inside. After a few moments, he knocked again, a little louder this time. Finally, he heard the sound of shuffling footsteps and the door creaked open to reveal a very sleepy and slightly annoyed Wooyoung. 

"Jongho? What the hell? It's barely dawn," Wooyoung grumbled, rubbing his eyes and squinting at Jongho. 

Jongho took a deep breath, trying to remain patient. "I know, Wooyoung, and I'm really sorry for waking you. But I need a favor. I'm going to meet Nari now, and I want to bring her something special. Do you happen to have any new Aniteez merch lying around?" 

Wooyoung's expression softened slightly as he processed Jongho's words. "You're going to see Nari?" he asked, his annoyance giving way to curiosity and a hint of understanding. 

Jongho nodded. "Yeah, Y/N called me. She has an emergency at work. I need to get there as soon as possible, and I want to make a good impression. I thought some merch might be a nice gesture." 

Wooyoung sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Alright but why would I have our merch, Jongho?" Wooyoung asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Jongho sighed, "I know it's a long shot, but you're always the one who ends up with the extra stuff after our events. Do you have anything or not?" 

"Ugh!" A groan was heard from the bedroom, followed by a muffled voice both Wooyoung and Jongho couldn’t understand. "Sannie, if you want to tell us something, would you keep your head above the pillow, please?" Wooyoung requested, his tone soft when he spoke. 

There was a brief pause, then the sound of rustling sheets and a louder, clearer voice. "Woo, just give him the car," San's voice came through more clearly now, filled with sleepiness and a hint of exasperation. 

"What are you... oh! Oh!" Wooyoung exclaimed, suddenly wide awake. He rushed to his wardrobe, flinging open the doors with newfound urgency. Jongho watched as Wooyoung rummaged through his clothes, tossing aside shirts and hoodies in his search. It felt like an eternity, but finally, Wooyoung emerged holding a packaged box. 

"I bought it for Kyungmin, he was supposed to visit today but he can’t because he’s sick, and mom won’t let him," Wooyoung explained, handing over the box with a sigh. "I'm going to buy him another one soon, so you can take it." 

Jongho raised his eyebrow, a mix of surprise and gratitude washing over his face. "It's a car?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and relief. He hadn't expected Wooyoung to have something so perfect on hand. 

Wooyoung nodded, a small smile playing on his lips as he saw Jongho's reaction. "Yeah, it's one of those remote-controlled cars. Kyungmin loves them, and I think it might be something Nari could enjoy too." 

Jongho hesitated for a moment, considering Wooyoung's words. "But Nari is way younger than Kyungmin. Do you think she can play with it safely?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. 

Wooyoung paused, scratching his head thoughtfully. "You’re right, Jongho. Maybe it’s not the best idea. But it's the only thing I have right now. Just make sure to supervise her while she's playing with it. She might still have fun, even if she can't control it perfectly." Wooyoung smiled thoughtfully. "You know what? One day, Kyungmin could teach Nari how to drive it. It could be something they bond over, and who knows, maybe she'll become a pro at it before you know it." He chuckled as he imagined the two kids playing together. Jongho loved the idea, he was looking forward to the future, to see his daughter spending time with his members, and bonding with Kyungmin seemed like a great idea. The sweet boy could be like a big brother to Nari, and maybe one day, they would become best friends.  

"Yeah, that sounds like a great plan. Thanks, Wooyoung. I owe you one." He took the car from Wooyoung's hands, feeling a little more at ease with having something to bring to Nari. 

Wooyoung waved off the gratitude with a casual shrug. "It's no big deal. Just get going already. The sooner you get there, the better." 

Jongho nodded, clutching the box tightly. "You're right. Thanks again, Wooyoung. I'll make it up to you." 

"Just go," Wooyoung chuckled, closing the door softly as Jongho turned to leave, his steps more determined now, bolstered by the unexpected gift and his friend's support. 

Jongho made his way out of the apartment, the remote-controlled car securely tucked under his arm. The morning air was crisp, and he took a deep breath, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. He quickly got into his car, started the engine, and headed towards your place; his mind focused on the day ahead with Nari. And as he drove, he couldn't help but wonder if he would do a good job. He feared not meeting Nari's needs. After all, he didn't know how to handle a 4-year-old. The questions swirled in his mind, each one adding to the knot of anxiety in his chest. He tried to reassure himself, remembering the warmth in your voice when you thanked him and the genuine eagerness, he felt about spending time with his daughter. But doubts still lingered. Would he be able to comfort her if she got upset? What if she didn't like him or felt uncomfortable around him? The fear of not being able to connect with Nari gnawed at him, making him grip the steering wheel a little tighter. The weight of responsibility felt immense. Jongho's mind kept racing with scenarios, each one more daunting than the last. What if Nari got hurt while they were playing? Would he know how to handle a scraped knee or a bump on the head? The thought of his daughter in pain made his heartache. He also worried about making sure she had a good time. He wanted her to feel happy and cherished, to have fun, and to create positive memories with him. The pressure to make everything perfect was overwhelming. Yet, amidst all the worries, there was a flicker of hope. The thought of seeing Nari's smile, of hearing her laugh, filled him with determination. He was willing to try his best. He knew that being present and attentive were the most important things he could offer. And with that thought, Jongho felt a small sense of calm wash over him. He took another deep breath, focusing on the road ahead, and silently promised himself that he would do everything in his power to be the father Nari deserved. He pulled his car into the parking lot of your apartment complex, the engine's hum gradually fading as he turned it off. Jongho took a moment to collect his thoughts, his fingers drumming nervously on the steering wheel. The morning sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a soft, golden light across the surroundings. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the box with the toy inside and stepped out of the car, the cool morning air brushing against his skin. As he closed the door to his car, Jongho noticed a small flower shop across the street. A delivery car was parked in front of the entrance, overflowing with beautiful flowers. The sight of the vibrant blooms caught his eye, and he jogged over, hoping it wouldn't take too much time. 

"Excuse me? Are you open?" he called out as he approached the shop. 

An old lady with white curly hair and a kind smile on her face turned to him. "Oh, hello young man," she replied warmly. "We are not opening until later today." 

Jongho's face fell slightly, but he quickly gathered himself. "I see. It's just that I'm in a bit of a hurry, and I wanted to get something special for my daughter. It's our first day really spending time together, and I thought some flowers might brighten her day." 

The old lady's expression softened even more. "Your daughter, you say? How sweet. Well, I suppose I could make an exception just this once. What kind of flowers were you thinking of?" 

Jongho smiled, relief washing over him. "Thank you so much. I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. Maybe something colorful?" 

The old lady nodded thoughtfully and walked over to the delivery car. "I think I have just the thing," she said, selecting a small bouquet of mixed flowers. The arrangement was a delightful mix of daisies, tulips, and a few roses, bursting with color and life. "These should do nicely," she said, handing the bouquet to Jongho. "I hope your daughter loves them." 

Jongho took the bouquet, his smile widening. "I'm sure she will. Thank you again, really. You've made my day a lot easier." 

The old lady chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "How about a little something for your wife as well, dear? A thoughtful gesture can go a long way." 

"My wife?" he asked, at first, he furrowed his brow but soon a soft smile appeared on his lips, he couldn't help but feel warm inside at the thought of being married to you. The assumption of the lady made his heart race, a soft blush creeping up his cheeks. He hadn't thought about getting a bouquet for you, but now he found himself considering it. The idea of surprising you with flowers, of seeing your face light up with a smile, filled him with a sense of joy and anticipation. He imagined you standing at the door, bouquet in hand, your eyes sparkling with surprise and happiness. The image was so vivid and heartwarming that he couldn't resist. "You know what, that's a wonderful idea," Jongho said, his voice filled with newfound excitement. "I'll take another bouquet for my wife as well." 

The old lady's smile widened as she selected another beautiful arrangement, this one with soft pastel colors and delicate blooms. "Here you go, young man. I hope both your daughter and wife have a lovely day," she said, handing him the second bouquet. 

Jongho accepted the flowers, his heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you so much. You've really made my day," he replied, his voice sincere. He took out his wallet and paid, leaving a big tip. The flower shop owner looked a bit frustrated. 

"Oh, that's way too much!" she exclaimed, trying to hand some of the money back. 

"Please, keep it," Jongho insisted with a warm smile. "Consider it a thank you for your kindness." The old lady sighed but eventually accepted, her expression softening. 

"Alright, if you insist. Thank you, and good luck with your day," she said, waving him off. 

As Jongho approached your apartment complex, he felt a mix of nerves and excitement. Balancing the bouquets and the remote-controlled car, he made his way up the stairs, replaying the conversation with the flower shop owner in his mind. He hoped the flowers would bring a smile to both your faces and help ease the tension of the morning. He took a deep breath before knocking on your door, the sound echoing softly in the early morning quiet. Moments later, the door opened to reveal you, a look of relief washing over your face as you saw Jongho standing there with flowers in his hand. 

"Jongho, you didn't have to—" you started, but he gently interrupted you. 

"I wanted to. For you," he said softly, handing you the bouquet. "I thought it might brighten your day a bit." 

You took the flowers, a smile spreading across your face. "I can't remember the last time someone got me flowers." You took the bouquet, your smile growing wider as you brought it to your nose and inhaled its fresh scent. The tension in your shoulders seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of warmth and appreciation. "Thank you, this really means a lot to me," you said, your voice soft with emotion. 

Jongho felt his heart lighten at your response, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thank you for accepting them," Jongho replied, his voice filled with warmth. "I just wanted to make you smile." 

As you let him into the apartment, you noticed another bouquet in his hand and a big box under his arm. "What's all this?" you asked, curiosity piqued as you glanced at the items he was carrying. 

Jongho grinned, holding up the second bouquet. "This one is for Nari. I thought she might like some flowers too." He then gestured to the box. "And I brought her a little gift. It's a remote-controlled car. I hope she will like it." 

Your heart swelled with appreciation, and you couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness. "That's so sweet of you. She's going to love it." 

Jongho's grin widened, a sense of relief washing over him. "I'm just happy to spend time with her and make her day special." You led him inside, placing the flowers in a vase on the kitchen counter. 

"I will go and wake her up," you announced, turning towards her room. 

Jongho hesitated, a look of concern crossing his face. "Do you have to? It's still early," he said softly, his eyes glancing towards the clock on the wall. "I don't want to disrupt her sleep." 

"She might feel a little overwhelmed when she wakes up and I'm not here," you said, a touch of worry in your voice. "She's not used to waking up without me around, and I know it could be a bit disorienting for her." You paused for a moment, your eyes softening as you looked at Jongho. "If you will want to come over more often, then with time she will get used to waking up to you," you reassured him, your voice gentle and comforting. "It might take a little while, but children are adaptable. She'll come to expect and look forward to seeing you in the mornings. It will be a new routine for her, and routines can be very comforting for kids. Plus, having you around more often will help her feel more secure and loved." 

Jongho listened intently, feeling a sense of hope and determination growing within him. Your words were like a soothing balm to his worries, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought of becoming a consistent presence in Nari's life. "Thank you, Y/N," he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude. "That really means a lot to me. I'll do my best to be there for her, to be someone she can rely on." 

You nodded, your eyes meeting his with a look of understanding and support. "I know you will, Jongho. You're already doing a great job by being here today. Just take it one step at a time, and everything will fall into place." 

You went to Nari's room, the sight of her sleeping peacefully brought a warm smile to your face, but you knew that you had to wake her. "Sweetheart?" you called softly, your voice gentle as you reached out to gently brush her hair from her forehead. You kneeled beside her bed, your heart heavy with the knowledge that you were about to disrupt her peaceful slumber. "Nari, it's time to wake up," you whispered, your tone soothing and filled with love. You hated to wake her up, especially when she looked so serene, but you knew it was for the best. The day ahead was important, and you wanted to make sure she had time to adjust and feel comfortable with Jongho's presence. As Nari stirred and slowly opened her eyes, you gave her a reassuring smile. "Good morning, my little angel, I know it's early, but mommy needs to leave for work, and somebody special will keep you company today," you said softly, "I know you'll have a wonderful time together," you continued, giving her a reassuring smile. "He's looking forward to playing with you and making today really fun." 

Nari blinked sleepily, her eyes gradually focusing on you. "Who, mommy?" she asked, her voice still groggy from sleep. 

"It's Uncle Jongho, sweetie," you replied gently. "He's waiting with a special surprise just for you." Nari's eyes widened with curiosity and excitement, and she slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Do you want to go together with mommy and see him?" you asked, your voice filled with warmth and encouragement. Nari nodded eagerly, her excitement growing at the prospect of seeing Jongho and the special surprise he had brought. Taking her small body in your arms, you took her to the living room where Jongho was waiting. The moment Nari saw the flowers and the box, her eyes lit up with wonder. "Look, Nari, Uncle Jongho brought you some flowers and a special gift," you said, your voice filled with warmth. 

Your daughter’s face broke into a wide smile as she looked at the flowers and the box. "For me?" she asked, her voice filled with delight. 

Jongho nodded, "Yes, for you, princess. I hope you like them," he said warmly, handing her the bouquet and the box. Nari took the flower in her tiny hand, her eyes lighting up with delight. She smiled brightly, then hid her face behind the bouquet, her giggle filling the living room with a sound as sweet as music. The sight of her joy was enough to melt anyone's heart, and it was clear that the flowers had made a wonderful impression. Her reaction brought a sense of warmth and accomplishment to Jongho, who watched her with a tender expression, feeling more determined than ever to make the day special for her. 

"Can Uncle give you a hug?" Jongho asked, his arms spread wide to welcome her tiny figure. Nari looked at him with big, curious eyes, her smile growing even wider. She hesitated for just a moment before nodding eagerly, you took a step closer to Jongho, so he could take her in his arms, and the second he did so, Nari wrapped her small hands around Jongho's neck. 

Jongho's heart melted as he gently hugged her back, feeling the warmth and innocence of her embrace. "Thank you, princess," he whispered softly, his voice filled with emotion. "I'm so happy to be here with you today." 

Nari giggled, her laughter like a sweet melody filling the room. "I'm happy too, Uncle Jongho!" she said, her voice bright with excitement. 

Jongho put her down, looking into her sparkling eyes. "We're going to have so much fun today, I promise," he said, his tone full of genuine eagerness. 

Nari's eyes lit up even more, the anticipation of the day's adventures evident on her face. "Okay! What are we going to do first?" she asked, her curiosity bubbling over. 

Jongho chuckled, glancing over at you with a grateful smile. "Well, we have a whole day ahead of us. How about we start with opening your special gift?" he suggested, pointing to the box with the remote-controlled car. 

"How about starting with breakfast?" you chimed in with a warm smile as you began to gather your belongings to leave. You glanced at Nari, who was still beaming from the excitement of seeing Jongho and her new gifts. 

"Mommy's right," Jongho agreed with a chuckle, smile ever leaving his face, "Let's have some breakfast first. We can open your special gift." 

Nari looked up at both of you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Okay, Uncle Jongho!" she said eagerly, her small hands still clutching the bouquet of flowers he had given her. 

You nodded in agreement, your smile widening as you saw the bond beginning to form between Jongho and Nari. "Breakfast sounds like a great idea. How about some pancakes and fruit?" you suggested, knowing it was one of Nari's favorite meals. 

Jongho's eyes lit up at the idea. "Pancakes and fruits it is, then," he said enthusiastically. 

"Sweetheart, mommy is leaving, come give me a kiss," you called softly, bending down to Nari's level. Nari quickly ran over to you, her tiny arms wrapping around your neck as she planted a sweet kiss on your cheek. "I love you, mommy," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth. 

"I love you too, my little angel," you replied, hugging her tightly before standing up and giving Jongho a grateful smile. 

"I'm taking Nari to the studio later," Jongho reminded you, his voice gentle. "Do you have a child seat for her? I want to make sure she's safe and comfortable during the ride." 

You nodded, appreciating his thoughtfulness. "Yes, I have one in the closet. Let me get it for you," you replied, heading towards the closet to retrieve the seat. "Thank you for being so considerate, Jongho." 

Jongho smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting his genuine concern. "Of course, Y/N. I just want to make sure everything goes smoothly today." 

You handed him the child seat, feeling a sense of gratitude for his attentiveness. "Here it is. I know she'll be in good hands with you." 

Jongho took the seat from you, his expression one of determination and affection. "Thank you. We'll have a great time, I promise." 

"Take good care of her, Jongho. And have fun, you two." 

Jongho nodded, his heart swelling with determination and affection. "I will, Y/N. Don't worry, we'll have a great time." 

You gave them both one last smile before heading out the door, feeling a sense of peace knowing that Nari was in good hands. 

"So, would you like to help me with the pancakes?" Jongho smiled warmly at his little daughter, his eyes twinkling with excitement. He moved towards the kitchen, opening the shelves in search of a pan and a bowl. 

Nari's eyes lit up with enthusiasm, and she nodded eagerly. "Yes, Uncle Jongho! I love helping!" she exclaimed, her small hands clapping together in excitement. 

Jongho chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Great! Let's find everything we need first," he said, pulling out a pan and a large mixing bowl. He placed them on the counter and started to gather the ingredients: flour, eggs, milk, and a few other essentials. 

Nari watched him intently, her curiosity piqued. "Can I crack the eggs?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. 

Jongho smiled and nodded. "Of course, princess. Just be careful, okay?" he said, handing her an egg. He guided her little hands, helping her crack the egg into the bowl without making a mess. "Great job!" he praised, ruffling her hair gently. Nari beamed with pride, her cheeks flushing with happiness. As they continued working together, Jongho explained each step, making sure to keep Nari engaged and involved. They measured out the flour, poured the milk, and mixed everything together, creating a smooth batter. Nari's giggles filled the room as she helped stir, her enthusiasm infectious "You're a natural chef, Nari," Jongho said with a grin. "I couldn't have done this without you." 

Nari's eyes sparkled with joy. "This is so much fun!" 

Jongho felt a warm sense of accomplishment as he watched Nari's excitement. The kitchen was filled with the delicious aroma of pancakes cooking on the stove, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for this precious time with her. "All right let's flip these pancakes and get ready to eat," Jongho said, expertly turning the golden-brown pancakes. "I think we're going to have a delicious breakfast, thanks to you." 

Nari giggled, her eyes shining with pride. "I can't wait to eat them!" 

Jongho plated the pancakes and added a generous serving of fresh fruit on the side. As they sat down to eat, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of Nari's delighted expression. "How do you like them? Do they taste good?" Jongho asked, watching Nari take her first bite of the pancakes. 

Nari's eyes widened in delight as she chewed, and she quickly nodded, her mouth too full to speak. After swallowing, she grinned at Jongho. "They're yummy, Uncle Jongho! The best pancakes ever!" 

Jongho's heart swelled with pride and relief. "I'm so glad you like them, princess," he said, taking a bite himself. The pancakes were light and fluffy, with just the right amount of sweetness from the fresh fruit. They continued eating, the room filled with the happy sound of Nari's giggles and the clink of forks against plates. Jongho couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. This moment, this simple breakfast, was everything he had hoped for and more. 

Nari chewed on her pancakes, her legs dangling from the chair. She glanced around as if making sure no one else was listening, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "Just don't tell Mommy I told you this," she giggled, leaning closer to Jongho. She cupped her small hand around her mouth to whisper, adding an air of secrecy to her words. "But your pancakes are better than Mommy's." 

Jongho couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable confession. "Oh, really?" he whispered back, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I promise I won't tell. It'll be our little secret." 

Nari nodded vigorously, her giggles filling the room. "Okay, Uncle Jongho. It's a secret!" she said, her voice a mix of excitement and delight, as if she had just shared the most important secret in the world. 

After they finished eating, Jongho helped Nari clean up the kitchen, turning the chore into a fun game. They washed the dishes together, Nari's laughter echoing through the apartment as she splashed water playfully. Once everything was clean, Jongho turned to Nari with a smile. "Ready to open your special gift now?" he asked, gesturing to the box with the remote-controlled car. 

Nari's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes, please!" she squealed, bouncing on her toes. Jongho chuckled and led her to the sofa, where the box was waiting. He carefully helped her open it, revealing the shiny remote-controlled car inside. Nari's face lit up with pure joy as she examined the car, her fingers tracing over its sleek surface. 

"Wow, it's so cool!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with wonder. "It's my first car!" 

Jongho handed her the remote control. "Want to give it a try?" he asked with a grin. Nari eagerly took the remote, her small fingers gripping it tightly. With a little guidance from Jongho, she soon had the car zooming around the living room, her laughter filling the space as she chased it around. Jongho watched her with a smile, feeling a sense of fulfillment wash over him. This was what it was all about, creating these precious moments, building memories, and being there for her. As the car raced around the room, Nari's giggles were contagious, filling the apartment with joy. Jongho couldn't help but join in the fun, cheering her on and occasionally taking the remote to show her a few tricks. The morning flew by in a whirlwind of laughter and play, each moment more precious than the last. 

Jongho didn't notice the time passing untill his phone started to ring in his pocket. He picked it up, seeing Hongjoong calling him. "Hey, I heard from Wooyoung that you had a small emergency. Should we start the practice without you?" Hongjoong asked, his voice filled with concern. 

Jongho glanced at Nari, who was happily playing with her new toy. "Yeah, something came up," Jongho replied, "I'm taking care of Nari today. It's... it's really important." 

Hongjoong's tone softened. "I understand, she comes first. We can manage practice without you for today." 

"Thanks, hyung. I really appreciate it. But we'll be there as soon as we can. I just need to prepare Nari to leave, and then we will join you guys." 

"You sure you want to come today? It's fine if you want to skip and spend time with her." Hongjoong's voice was filled with understanding. 

"No, no, it's fine. Until I am not officially on hiatus, I want to continue with practices," Jongho insisted, determination evident in his tone. 

Hongjoong sighed but didn't push further. "Alright, Jongho. Just take your time and join us when you can." 

"Thanks, Hongjoong. I'll see you soon," Jongho said, hanging up the phone with a renewed sense of purpose. 

Jongho took a deep breath, glancing around the room for a moment before turning his attention back to Nari. "Alright, princess, we need to get ready to go out," he said gently, crouching down to her level. "We're going to meet the rest of the uncles today, what do you say?" 

Nari looked up at him with wide, curious eyes. "Really? Can I bring my car?" she asked, her excitement bubbling over. "Oh! Is Uncle Wooyoungie going to be there?!" she jumped from excitement, her eyes shining with anticipation. Nari's energetic reaction brought a warm smile to Jongho's face. He could see how much she adored Wooyoung, and the thought of seeing him made her even more enthusiastic. 

Jongho nodded, sharing her excitement. "Yes, Uncle Wooyoung will be there, along with the rest of the uncles. They're all looking forward to meeting you again," he said warmly. 

Nari's excitement was palpable as she started to bounce on her toes. "Yay! I can't wait to show Uncle Wooyoung my new car! He's going to love it!" She clutched the car tightly, her joy filling the room. 

Jongho chuckled, feeling a sense of pride and happiness. "I'm sure he'll be very impressed. Did you know that Uncle Wooyoung has a little brother who also likes cars?" Jongho mentioned, "Maybe you can play with him too sometime." 

Nari's eyes widened with excitement. "Really? That sounds fun! I can't wait to meet him!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm growing even more. 

Jongho smiled, feeling a sense of warmth at her excitement. "I'm sure you'll get along great. Now, let's get ready and head out. We don't want to keep Uncle Wooyoung and the others waiting. Should I help you dress up?" Jongho asked gently, looking down at Nari with a warm smile. 

"Uncle, don't be silly! I'm a big girl, I can dress myself!" Nari replied with a confident smile, already running off to her room to pick out her outfit. 

Jongho chuckled, watching her with a proud smile. "Alright, princess. I'll be right here if you need any help," he called after her, feeling a sense of admiration for her independence. As Nari disappeared into her room, Jongho took a moment to tidy up the living room, making sure everything was in order before they left. He glanced at his phone, checking the time and mentally planning the rest of the day. 

He heard Nari's little steps running toward the living room, "Uncle Jongho, can you help me reach my shelf, please?" she asked, her voice filled with determination and a hint of impatience. 

Jongho looked up from tidying the living room, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Of course, princess. Let's see what we need to get from your shelf," he replied, following her. 

Nari led him to her bedroom, pointing excitedly at a high shelf where her favorite outfit was stored. "I want to wear my special, yellow dress today," she explained, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "It's up there, but I can't reach it." 

Jongho chuckled softly, appreciating her independence and enthusiasm. "No problem, Nari. Let's get that dress for you," he said, reaching up to grab the outfit. As he handed it to her, he couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the little girl who had quickly found a special place in his heart. 

Nari took the dress from him with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Uncle! You're the best," she said, hugging the dress to her chest. "I can't wait to show everyone my special dress and my new car." 

Jongho's heart warmed at her words, and he ruffled her hair gently. "You're going to look beautiful, princess. Let's get you dressed and ready to go meet the uncles," he said, feeling a sense of pride and joy as he watched her excitement. Nari nodded eagerly, her smile widening as she hurried to put on her special dress. Jongho stood by, ready to assist if needed, "Can you show me where you keep your tights? It's a bit chilly outside, and we need to put them on," Jongho asked gently, looking down at Nari with a warm smile. 

Nari pointed to a drawer with a determined look. "They're in there," she said confidently. Jongho opened the drawer and Nari quickly found a pair of tights that matched her dress perfectly. "Good choice, princess, the bees on thighs will look pretty with the yellow dress" he complimented, taking her to his lap to help her put them on. "Now you're all set to go." 

"I need to pack my backpack," she smiled, her excitement evident. "And I need to put on my earrings," she continued, starting to count on her fingers with a look of determination. "We also need to make up my bed before leaving! Oh, and I can't forget my bunny," she added, glancing around the room as if mentally checking off each task. "There's so much left to do!" 

Jongho chuckled, appreciating her thoroughness. "Alright, princess," he said warmly, "let's tackle everything one step at a time. I'll help you with your bag first, then we can find your earrings and make your bed together. How does that sound?" 

Nari nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "That sounds perfect!" she said, grabbing her small backpack from her desk and starting to fill it with her essentials. 

Jongho felt a swell of affection as he watched her diligently prepare for their outing. Firstly, Nari packed her crayons, and a coloring book. She looked around the room again to ensure she got all she wanted with her. "Let's make sure we have everything we need, and then we'll be ready to go on our adventure." Once Nari had packed her bag and put on her earrings, Jongho helped her make the bed, they worked together, laughing and chatting, and soon the room was neat and tidy. "All set, princess?" Jongho asked, giving her a warm smile. 

Nari nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she handed Jongho her beloved stuffed toy, a soft, pink bunny that she affectionately called Woo. "Can you take Woo for me? And my bag? So, I can take my car with me," she asked, her voice filled with anticipation and trust. 

Jongho smiled warmly, taking the stuffed bunny and her small backpack. "Of course, princess. I'll take good care of Woo and your bag," he reassured her, his tone gentle and affectionate. He slung her bag over his shoulder and carefully cradled the stuffed bunny in his other arm. 

Nari beamed up at him, "Thank you, Uncle Jongho! I can't wait to show everyone my new car," she said, clutching the toy tightly in her small hands. The prospect of the day's adventures filled her with joy, and she could hardly contain her enthusiasm. 

Jongho chuckled softly, feeling a sense of pride and happiness as he watched her. "You're very welcome, Nari. Let's get going and show everyone just how amazing your new car is," he said, leading her towards the door. Jongho gathered both his and Nari's belongings, carefully organizing everything to ensure they had what they needed for the day. He then secured the child seat under one arm, while gently lifting Nari into his other arm. She wrapped her tiny arms tightly around his neck, her head resting against his shoulder. The warmth of her embrace filled him with a sense of peace and purpose. As he balanced the child seat and Nari, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself, silently thanking San for all those rigorous gym sessions that now made it easier to handle such moments. With everything in place, Jongho felt a renewed sense of determination and affection as they headed out, ready to embark on their adventure together.  

As they walked out of the apartment and headed towards the parking lot, Nari's cheerful chatter filled the air. She talked excitedly about all the things she wanted to do with her new car, her imagination running wild with possibilities. Jongho listened attentively, his heart swelling with affection for the little girl. "I bet Uncle Wooyoung is going to be so impressed," Nari said, her voice brimming with excitement. "I can't wait to see their faces when they see my car zoom around!" 

Jongho nodded, sharing her enthusiasm. "I'm sure they will be. Your car is cool, and I know they'll love it just as much as you do," he replied, his tone filled with warmth and encouragement. 

As Jongho approached the car, he struggled to figure out how to properly install the child seat. His hands fumbled with the straps, and he let out a frustrated sigh. Just then, he noticed a young man a few cars away, facing a similar challenge. The man was holding a small girl, who seemed to be around Nari's age, and had a tiny baby in a carrier strapped to his chest. Determined to get some help, Jongho decided to approach the man. "Excuse me?" he called out, his voice polite but tinged with urgency. "Could you help me with this child seat? I'm having a bit of trouble." 

The young man looked up from his own struggle, his face softening with understanding. "Sure thing, just give me a moment," he replied, shifting the baby carrier slightly to free one hand. He walked over to Jongho, his small daughter trailing behind him, and offered a reassuring smile. "These can be a real pain, can't they?" 

Jongho nodded, grateful for the assistance. "Absolutely. I appreciate your help," he said, stepping aside to give the man better access to the seat. As the young man expertly adjusted the straps and secured the child seat, Jongho couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. "You've got your hands full," Jongho commented, nodding towards the baby and the little girl. 

The man chuckled softly, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Yeah, it's a bit hectic, but I wouldn't trade it for anything," he said warmly. "You'll get the hang of it. Just takes a bit of practice." 

Jongho smiled, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. "Thanks again. It means a lot," he said sincerely. 

"We dads need to help each other, right?" The guy smiled at him, and Jongho couldn't help but smile back, nodding gently. 

"Yeah, you're absolutely right," Jongho replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie. "It's nice to know there are other dads willing to lend a hand when you need it." 

The man adjusted the baby carrier on his chest and nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. Parenting can be challenging, but the love of your kids makes it all worthwhile." 

With the child seat now properly installed, he gave the man a grateful smile. "Thanks again. You've been a huge help," he said, feeling a sense of relief. 

The man waved it off with a kind smile. "No problem at all. Take care and have a great day with your little daughter," he replied, heading back to his own car. 

"Daughter?" Nari repeated the word, her big brown eyes looking up at Jongho, curiosity evident in her gaze. 

Jongho smiled gently, crouching down to her level. "Yes, princess. He thought you were my daughter," he explained softly, his eyes filled with warmth. "And in many ways, you are very special to me, just like a daughter." 

Nari's face lit up with a smile, and she wrapped her small arms around Jongho's neck. "I like that, Uncle Jongho," she said, her voice filled with affection. "Mommy told me I will meet my daddy soon, and I hope he will be just like you." 

Jongho's heart swelled with emotion at Nari's words. He gently held her tighter, feeling a deep sense of affection and responsibility. "Thank you, princess. That means a lot to me," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. "I know your daddy will be wonderful, and until then, I'll always be here for you." 

Nari smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "You're the best," she said, her voice filled with certainty. Jongho felt a lump form in his throat as he looked at the little girl in his arms. He wished with all his heart that he could tell her right away, that he could let out the words he had been holding back. He longed to hear her call him daddy, to feel the warmth of that precious word fill the air between them. But he knew he couldn’t just tell her. Not yet. It wasn’t the right time, and he had to wait for the perfect moment to reveal the truth, no matter how much it pained him to keep it inside. With a deep breath, Jongho gently kissed Nari's forehead. 

He carefully placed Nari in her seat, ensuring that she was securely fastened. He double-checked the straps, making sure they were snug but comfortable. Once he was satisfied that everything was in place, he closed the car door gently and walked around to the driver's side. 

As he settled into the driver's seat, Jongho glanced back at Nari through the rearview mirror. "Are you comfortable, princess?" he asked, his voice filled with warmth and concern. 

Nari nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement. "Yes, Uncle! I'm ready to go!" she replied, clutching her remote-controlled car tightly. 

Jongho smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. He started the car, "Alright, let's get going," he said, pulling out of the parking spot and heading towards their destination. As he began driving towards the studio, Jongho couldn't help but glance at Nari through the rearview mirror. She was happily playing with her car, her face full of joy and innocence. The sight filled him with a sense of determination. He wanted to make sure she always felt safe, loved, and cherished. Jongho’s playlist was playing softly in the background as he drove, the gentle hum of the engine and the music creating a peaceful atmosphere.  

Suddenly, an ATEEZ song began to play, and Nari's eyes widened with excitement. She sat up straighter in her seat, her face lighting up with recognition. "Uncle! It's your song! It’s Wave!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with joy and wonder. "Play it louder, please!" 

Jongho glanced back at her through the rearview mirror, a smile spreading across his face at her enthusiasm. "You like this song?" he asked, reaching for the volume knob. 

Nari nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling. "Yes! I love it! ATEEZ are the best singers!" Feeling a swell of pride, Jongho turned up the volume, letting the familiar melody fill the car. As the music played, Nari began to sing along, her sweet voice mingling with the song. Jongho couldn't help but join in, his deep, melodic voice harmonizing with hers. The car was filled with the joyful sound of their singing, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world faded away. It was just the two of them, sharing this special moment together. Jongho felt a deep sense of contentment wash over him, grateful for the bond they started to create. 

As the song ended, Nari's laughter rang out, pure and happy. "That was so fun, Uncle Jongho! Can we sing more of your songs?" 

Jongho chuckled, his heart full. "Of course, princess. As many as you like. What's your favorite ATEEZ song?" Jongho asked, glancing back at her through the rearview mirror with a smile. 

Nari thought for a moment, her face lighting up. "I think it's Wonderland! It's so exciting and makes me want to dance!" she replied, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. 

Jongho chuckled, "That's a great choice, princess. Let's play Wonderland next, and we can sing together!" he said, reaching for the music system to queue up the song. 

"Or maybe you could sing Everything for me?" she suggested, her eyes wide with anticipation. "It's mommy's favorite, and I always sing it for her." Nari's voice was filled with a mixture of excitement and a hint of nostalgia, as if the song held a special place in her heart. 

Jongho's heart softened at her request, and he couldn't help but smile. "Of course, princess," he replied warmly. "I'd be honored to sing it for you." He adjusted the car's music system, finding the song and letting the soft melody fill the car. As Jongho sang the heartfelt lyrics, his voice was filled with deep emotion. Each word carried the weight of his memories and feelings for you. The song was a reminder of the love and connection you shared, making it both a beautiful and bittersweet experience. Jongho's voice trembled slightly as he conveyed the longing and regret expressed in the lyrics, yet also the enduring love that persisted despite the passage of time. Glancing back through the rearview mirror, Jongho saw Nari's eyes sparkling with joy as she listened intently. Her small hands were clasped together, cherishing every note. The sight filled him with a sense of purpose and determination. He wanted Nari to feel the depth of his emotions and understand just how much you, her mom, meant to him, and by extension, how much Nari herself was cherished and loved. 

When the song ended, Nari's eyes were shining with happiness. "Thank you, Uncle Jongho," she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "Mommy always says that Everything is the most beautiful song." 

Jongho could feel his eyes swelling up with tears, he blinked qucikly to get rid of them, worrying about how his little girl would react. "I'm glad Mommy thinks that" he replied, his voice tenderly. "Your mommy is special to me, and I'm happy she likes my solo song," Jongho said softly, his eyes filled with warmth and sincerity. 

Nari's eyes sparkled with curiosity and affection. "Mommy says your songs make her feel better when she's sad," she shared, her voice soft and earnest. "She always sings along with them, and it makes me happy too." 

Jongho's heart swelled with emotion at her words. "That means so much to me, Nari," he replied gently. "Music has a special way of connecting people and bringing joy, and I'm glad my songs can do that for you and your mommy. You both hold a very special place in my heart." 

As they continued their journey, Jongho felt a sense of peace settle over him. He cherished these moments with Nari, knowing that each one was building a deeper bond between them. The thought of seeing the rest of the members and sharing this special part of his life with them filled him with anticipation and warmth. 

They finally pulled into the studio parking lot, he parked the car and turned to Nari with a warm smile. "We're here, princess. Are you ready to meet Uncle Wooyoung and the others?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation. 

Nari nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement. "Yes! I can't wait!" she replied, clutching her car tightly. 

Jongho was about to leave the car when he noticed a few fans taking pictures of the KQ building. As his car came into view, it ignited a ripple of excitement among the fans, their expressions lighting up with anticipation. They craned their necks and murmured to each other, clearly eager to see which member of ATEEZ had arrived. Jongho took a deep breath, feeling a mix of gratitude and responsibility. He knew that these fans were part of the reason why he and the group had come so far. But they couldn't have picked a worse time to be here. He sighed deeply, contemplating his limited options. Staying in the car any longer would only raise suspicion among the fans, who were already buzzing with excitement and anticipation. They would undoubtedly start to wonder what was taking him so long to get out. The last thing he wanted was to draw unnecessary attention to himself and, more importantly, to Nari. Taking her inside with him was out of the question. The moment one of the fans snapped a picture, it would spread like wildfire across social media, sparking rumors and causing a scandal right away. Jongho knew he had to be cautious. The privacy and safety of Nari were paramount, and he couldn't risk exposing her to the public eye in such an unplanned manner. He glanced back at Nari, who was clutching her toy with wide eyes, clearly sensing the tension in the air. Jongho's mind raced as he tried to come up with a solution. He needed to find a way to get inside without attracting too much attention and without putting Nari in the spotlight. He took a deep breath, his mind working quickly to formulate a plan. He considered calling one of the other members for assistance, but that would take time and might still draw attention. He needed a distraction, something to divert the fans' focus away from the car long enough for him to safely get Nari inside. As he weighed his options, Jongho's phone buzzed with a message. It was from San, asking if he had arrived yet. A spark of hope ignited within him. Maybe, just maybe, San could help create a diversion. Jongho quickly typed a response, explaining the situation and asking for his help. Within moments, San replied with a plan. He would come out and engage with the fans, drawing their attention while Jongho made his way inside with Nari. It wasn't foolproof, but it was the best option they had. 

Jongho looked back at Nari, giving her a reassuring smile. "Alright, princess, we're going to need a little help from Uncle San. Just hug me tightly, and everything will be fine," he said gently, his voice filled with determination and warmth. Nari nodded, her trust in him unwavering. Jongho felt a surge of affection and responsibility as he prepared to put their plan into action. He waited for San's signal, ready to move swiftly and protectively. 

As San stepped out of the building and greeted the fans with his usual charm, Jongho saw his opportunity. He carefully unbuckled Nari from her seat, lifting her into his arms. With her stuffed animal in one hand and Nari securely in the other, Jongho quietly exited the vehicle, keeping his movements smooth and deliberate. San’s presence had the desired effect. The fans were momentarily distracted, their attention fully captured by the charismatic idol. Jongho moved swiftly but calmly, making his way towards the entrance with Nari held close to his chest. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, her face nestled against his neck, trusting him completely. They reached the entrance without incident, slipping inside the building just as the fans began to realize what was happening. Jongho breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for San’s quick thinking and support. He looked down at Nari, who was gazing up at him with wide, trusting eyes. 

"Good job, princess," Jongho whispered, his voice filled with both relief and pride. Nari nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. Jongho knew he still had to be cautious, but for now, they had successfully navigated a potentially risky situation. He felt a renewed sense of determination to protect Nari and ensure that she always felt safe and loved. As they made their way deeper into the building, Jongho couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for San’s support. He sent a quick text to San, thanking him for the help and letting him know they had made it inside safely. San replied with a thumbs-up emoji and a promise to join them soon. With a sigh of relief, Jongho carried Nari through the familiar hallways of the headquarters, her small arms still wrapped around his neck. They reached the practice room where the rest of the ATEEZ members were gathered, eagerly awaiting their arrival. 

[bedoballoons]

just came here to say that I love the way you write lyney, that guy is fighting heizou for the 👑 of 'king of rizz' 🗿🌺 so pls, could you do a lyney x reader (He has a crush on the reader but still has to confess) where the reader has a friend who constantly flirts with them the same way lyney does, so when they meet each other it just turns into a rap battle between them of who has the best pick up lines, but the reader it's just so oblivious that doesn't understand what's going on 💀 idk it just came to my mind and I found it funny

the reader can be any gender and happy ending for poor boy lyney

SPOILER OF THE ARCHON QUEST 4.1!!!

after seeing all the stress he went through with Lynette and Freminet in the Fortress of Meropide and by the Wolverine man who's name i don't remember atm I just want something funny idk I was sad through all the quest by how bad things where going, especially for him. Give my man a break 🗿🌺

Thank you!! I have been waiting to write this cause it sounds so funny, love a good rizz battle!! I hope you enjoy and don't worry, I'll make sure Lyney gets a happy ending with the reader!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Rizz it up~༺}

CW: Gn reader who's a little dense, flirting battles, very slight jealousy on Lyneys part, confessions and fluff at the end! Lyney calls the reader mon amour!

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney winked at you, a small smirk playing on his lips as he held out a rainbow rose between his fingers, trying desperately to catch your attention, but...alas he wasn't the only one. On the other side of you was a friend of yours, gently taking your hand in his and spinning you away from the magician, while you looked at him like he might actually be crazy.

"What's...going on with you two?"

Lyney chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck after he shot a quick glare in your friends directions, "Nothing mon amour,... just having a little fun is all. I must say though, it's quite hard for me to concentrate with you around, your beauty is simply overwhelming my ability to pay attention to anything else. Tell me, how does someone come to look like a angel?~"

You raised a eyebrow at his question, not really knowing how to answer until you were pulled away from the conversation by your friend who softly touched your cheek, "Please magician boy, even angels can't compare to you, they'd weep in the mirrors if they even caught sight of your goregous smile~" You were only growing more confused with each sentence and the constant switching of who you were suddenly near was starting to make you dizzy, "Okay maybe we-"

"Oh mon amour, you're smile isn't the only goregous thing though. Personally your laugh is one of my favourite things about you, the sweet sound of it could cure a rainy day in seconds and your eyes, when I look into them I swear I can see the stars.~" Lyney interrupted you, sneaking his arm around your waist and dipping you almost to the ground, face mere inches away from yours, "L-Lyney?"

His heart skipped a beat when he realized the position he had gotten himself into, your perfect body in his arms and your lips so close to his he could almost feel them, if he didn't confess now he'd never find a more perfect moment again. "....may I kiss you?" The question caught you by surprise, your cheeks going red as you stared up at him, was that what this was all about? Had he planned it just so he could tell you his feelings?

In reality it wasn't planned in the slightest, but the thought of such a romantic gesture and the way butterflies gathered in your stomach from the way he was holding you, the answer was simply, "You may.." With your permission he closed the gap, giving you a loving kiss that pulled the two of you even closer together, both of you melting into it so naturally.

Meanwhile your friend had walked away, considered their job well done and silently wishing you two the best.

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[jungkookslipring]

could you do a bts tickle fic x reader? 💜

ABSOLUTELY

Rap Mon? More Like Tickle Mon

summary: When a lee mood gets the best of you, theres on particular tickle monster who will happily fill your needs

pairings: Namjoon x reader with mentions of ot7

genre: fluff, tickle

relationship: platonic

Being in a lee mood was rough, especially if you were alone. But the worst was when it hit you the hardest when you were at your best friends' house. Would they judge you? Of course not! They've poked and squeezed your side on numerous occasions any time you'd be reaching for a cup in the cupboard or stretching, but the idea of having to ask made you flustered. You knew what Namjoon was capable of because you had watched him wreck the other members, especially the younger ones, and you couldn't help but sometimes feel jealous you weren't on the receiving end.

One particular afternoon you were washing dishes because you were bored and decided to help them out. Namjoon came out of the bathroom and saw you scrubbing bowls with citrusy dish soap.

"You don't have to do that," he whined poking your side as he walked by you. You jumped at the feeling and bit back a grin.

"I'm bored and saw the dishes weren't done, its no big deal" you say, already missing the electric feeling on your side.

"If you're bored let's go do something," Namjoon suggested as he poked you a couple times on your side, attempting to get you to stop what you're doing. You couldn't help but smile as you grabbed a small Tupperware container that you're grateful wasn't glass because Namjoon came up behind you and gently squeezed your sides, earning a small squeal from your lips. You threw your hand over your mouth as Namjoon looked at you over your shoulder with a shocked face.

"I didn't realize how ticklish you were," he said cheekily as he squeezed you again. You dropped the tupperware in the sink and did your best to protect your sides.

"Joohoohoohoon," you giggle as he keeps tight grip on your and keeps squeezing your sides. You yelp as he wraps his arms around your middle and drags you to the living room, gently laying you on the floor before straddling you. He started poking your tummy, smiling as the giggles started flowing. You tried your hardest to cover your sides but you were praying he wouldn't actually stop anytime soon.

"Do you want me to keep going?" he asks suddenly. How tf did he know? You don't know how to answer that question, other than to cover up your face. Namjoon couldn't help but coo and pull your hands away from your flushed face.

"It's not weird, I promise y/n," he said sweetly. After a few seconds, you nod hesitantly, giggling louder than before not too long after when his hands find their way to your tummy, scratching and squeezing your flesh as you roll around as much as you can.

"Ihihihit tickles hehehehehe!" you squeal as he alternates between squeezing your side and squeezing your tummy. Namjoon couldn't help but laugh along with you, seeing how happy this was making you. He settled with light tickles on your sides and tummy for a while until he got a hold of both your wrists in one hand and used his free hand to scratch your ribs. You screeched, not realizing how ticklish you were.

"Ohhhhh is this a bad spot?" he teased as he racked his nails up and down your ribs, smiling at the hiccupy laughter coming from you. Your mind was so floaty from the feeling you didn't feel him lift up your already cropped t shirt and blow a raspberry on your ribs.

"AHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAMJOON WAIHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHAD" you screamed as he blew raspberry after raspberry on your ribs, sides, and tummy for God knows how many minutes. Once your laughter became wheezy, he slowed down the tickles and came to a complete stop.

"Hopefully I didn't go too far," Namjoon said moving the hair out of your face. You shook your head as giggles kept flowing.

"I'm okahay...I actually..." you paused. You didn't know if you wanted to say what you were thinking.

"You actually what? Remember I won't judge you," he said reassuringly. You swallowed, its now or never.

"I...I can keep going if you want to," you say, getting ready to cover up your face before Namjoon stopped you.

"I am more than happy to keep you laughing as long as you want," he said so simply yet so heartfelt you wanted to cry. He took your wrists back into his hand and started moving them above your head.

"Is this okay?" he asked, waiting for consent so he wouldn't go too far or make you even the slightest bit uncomfortable. You nod and verbally give him the "Okay" before he went to town on your exposed underarms.

"OH MYHAHAHAHAHA GODHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAMJOONIEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA THATS SO BAHAHAHAHAD" you scream as you buck your hips at the extremely sensitive feeling on your armpit. He kneaded, scribbled, poked, and drilled his fingers and thumb into the sensitive skin for maybe ten minutes before you finally tapped out.

"OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY JOON IM DYING IM DONE IM DONEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" You screech before you stop squirming completely and just melt into the floor, giving in to the tickles that were zapping through your entire body. Namjoon let go immediately and let you curl up on yourself, rubbing away the ghost tickles.

"Thank...thank you Joonie," you pant, blushing from the heavenly tortue you just went through. He smiled and pulled you onto his lap, hugging you tight.

"My pleasure, and please don't be afraid to ask for these types of things, y/n, we are the last people to judge you," he said giving you a friendly kiss on your cheek. From then on if you were in a lee mood, everyone in the house was more than willing to fill the room with your laughter.

taglist: @felixmainacc @felixburneracc @myforevermelody143 @dunno-wut-to-do @itzsana-kiddingmenow

[i0veless]

LET ME MAKE IT CLEAR :: KYLIAN MBAPPE

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ best to eradicate rumours -  in style ] 𖥻 PAIRING ー [ kylian mbappe x fem! rapper/singer! reader  ] 𖥻 GENRE ー [ fluff, suggestive content?, texting au ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 1.2k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ making out, long distanstance?, rumors, mentions of twitter - let me know if I missed anything ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ anon requested, "could you, please write a story about kylian mbappe and a rapper reader who is like nicki minaj pls" personally, I loved this request and it got me listening to a lot of nicki's music again, and this was actually inspired by one of the queens iconic verses - so hope you like it. also sorry for the lack of posting I have been having major writers block and lack of inspo, hopefully I should get a lot more works out in the next 2-3 week ]

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The rumours were part of the job. Part of the job description is being a celebrity, and in many ways, it could both help and hinder you - especially if you were a woman. On the one hand, it could boost your career; on another, it could sink it faster than the Titanic. Y/N L/N, an influential rapper and singer, knew all too well the impact of having baseless rumours thrown at you. Her name was attached to everyone and anyone (at some point or another) with no rhyme, reason or proof. So it made sense that she chose to ignore most of them and focus on herself and her private life.

Yes, her private life was why everyone speculated, as people wondered who had stolen her heart. The rapper had stated that she was in a relationship multiple times but refused to specify with who as she wished for the relationship to remain private. But you know, the internet, they can't keep their noses out of other people's business. So naturally, the witch hunt began, and Twitter went up in flames every other day, trying to figure out who had captured the up-and-coming star's heart. No name was off-limits.

In the beginning, Y/N found all the hilarious speculation amusing, laughing about it with her friends (who were said to be possible love interests), but after a while, it started to get on her nerves. People were relentlessly holding on to the topic like a dog with a chew toy, and after six months and a discussion with her lover, she finally decided to put the rumours to rest - in style.

"Are you sure?" the rapper's close friend and manager Monica asked for the nth time of the night as they stood backstage. "I'm positive Mon. I've talked with Ky about it, and he agreed," the couple agreed they were going to reveal their relationship on one of the most important dates of the music calendar, the 67th Grammy Awards. But in a far more creative way than most normally would. As they say, nothing conveys emotions better than music.

"Now, welcome to the stage for her first-ever grammy performance Y/N L/N!" stepping out on stage, the air was heavy with tension as the crowd of fans and other music alumni were eager to see the artist who had been nominated for 5 Grammys preform. The lights dimmed, and the backup dancers got into their positions as the backtrack began to play.

"I never fucked Giroud. I never fucked Neymar. On my life, man, Fuck's sake. If I did, I'd menage with 'em, And let's eat my ass like a cupcake. My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody, But tape. Oh, and yeah, and by the way, my man's name is Kylian Mbappé." The audience was shocked at the freestyle rap, and the camera panned to the faces of other celebs to get their shocked reaction. The most notable one was that of the queen bee herself Beyoncé as she nodded in approval and bopped to the beat, while another memorable response was that of one of her best friends, Doja Cat, as she was losing it with laughter.

The freestyle then segued into her Grammy-nominated song Woman, as the flawless choreography and unforgettable spotlight moments made it one of the night's best performances. It ended in thunderous applause and multiple viral moments. As she walked backstage after the successful performance, she wiped off the thin layer of sweat from her forehead. She opened her phone to find it crowded with thousands of notifications, but the only ones she was only interested in were those from the love of her life - Kylian Mbappe.

KY KY

people are already talking lol by the way great performance mon ange your ass looked great on the carpet give me a private concert later?

Y/N only if you can keep up mon roi

KY KY you know I love it when you speak french ma reine

Y/N what can I say I have a great teacher

KY KY you know I can teach you so much more than french

Y/N really? I doubt it babe

KY KY come back home and I'll prove you so wrong mon amour

Y/N baby you know I can't I have press and shit to deal with

KY KY ik ik but a man can dream can't he

Y/N have fun entertaining yourself my dear

(5 photos attached) (2 videos attached)

KY KY your gonna get it when you get back

Another thing you should know about being a celebrity because it makes you an awfully good liar. Now there was no sinister intent behind Y/N lying to Kylian. The rapper just wanted to surprise him, so as she pulled into the new PSG training centre, she kept a relatively low profile as the new owner of five Grammys did not want to attract any unwanted attention. Walking to the reception, she was greeted by one of the coaching assistants and a few cameras. She had let them in on her plan to surprise her boyfriend, and in return for their help, they would get a video for their youtube channel.

As they walked towards the outdoor training area where the first team where hard at work, sure, they all looked hot, but Kylian was miles more than the others. Hot and sweaty, looking like some sex god rather than a Ligue 1 player. The number seven played a round of Tika taka with Neymar, Messi, Ramos, Hakimi and Veratti. He was oblivious to what was happening as Y/N slowly crept up behind him - placing a finger over your lips to tell his teammates to keep quiet after they noticed your presents.

"So Kylian, how's everything with your girl" Neymar, the little pot stirrer he is, had to milk this situation for its worth so that he could have something to tease his teammate with later. "Great man, I mean, god, she's perfect. I know it's a bit early to say, but I can see myself marrying her." safe to say everyone's hearts melted at the French player as he gushed over his girlfriend. Tried to hide, Y/N embraced her boyfriend in a hug from behind. "I love you too, Ky."

Turning around in shock, safe to say, Mbappe's eyes were larger than a football as he spun his girl in the air before kissing her. "What are you doing here? I thought you had work." the football star asked with nothing but love and affection as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. "I missed you. And I wanted to surprise you. Also, I lied." the rapper said, giggling at the look on his face. "Why you, little" With that, Kylian threw her over his shoulder and ran off with her as she screamed in fear and begged to be put down. Kylian refused.

As everyone watched the reunited couple get lost in their world, they couldn't help but smile at how happy the two made each other. "They are gonna get married," Ramos said, taking a sip of his water. "And I will be Kylian's best man," Neymar said jokingly. "Hate to break it to you, brother, but as long as I live and breath, that position is not available", Hakimi chimed in bluntly.

[matchagyudon]

Charisma, Charisma Battle Anthem - Fumiya Ito English Lyrics Translation

TL Notes:

I kind of butcher it in the English translation, but what Fumiya calls a “Yukichi Bromide” is just 10,000 yen. He likes to collect a bunch of them like bromides, like a hardcore stan with their ita bags and rooms of the same merch. I think I managed to get the point across. The American version I guess would be “Lincoln Photocards” or something like that lol.

I really had to keep myself from writing “my peppy lil pro idol” because maybe Fumiya would have come off a little Discord admin-y. But I think Fumiya would do anything for some yen at this rate. Anyways, JPY is just the currency (Japanese Yen). Like how he calls the Yukichi note a bromide, he essentially relates JPY to an idol he adores.

そそり勃つ/sosoritatsu: To become erect (like a nipple/penis/etc).

I don’t even know how to explain where Amahiko gets asparagus from 野天門. 野天 (noten) is to be in the open air and 門 (mon) is gate. His ass is a gate…. Also thank you to my friend for pointing out that で (de) is in fact a location marker, and with the shape of asparagus…. You can see asparagus inside Amahiko’s Wild Gate ;)

札束 (satsutaba) is a bundle of cash/stack of money. So he’s collecting those bands!!!

“Do well on your mission and “you will be rewarded”. This most definitely has some religious connotation, given the verse as well as the whole thing of Fumiya and his “godly” message. A missionary going on a mission.

ビターな甘味処 “This place is bittersweet” 甘味処/kanmidokoro is a cafe featuring Japanese sweets. Bitter sweet[shop].

“Shit that makes something out of nothing call that Holy shit” Ohse our Holy Mary <3

Tera, peta, and exa are SI prefixes. Tera is 1012, peta is 1015, and exa is 1018. Lots of beauty to go around.

I can’t keep beating around the bush anymore with Amahiko. I try to fluff up anything he says but if he were to say “I LOVE ROUGH ANAL SEX” in full blown English what am I supposed to do at this point. I give up.

Fun fact! Look up χάρισμα. This is read as charisma…. Which in Greek, means gift of god! A divine boon.

Raps are not my strong suit. Maybe one day I’ll be able to make this make sense. In the meantime, I tried. Not my best work. I really appreciate the writers creativity though <3 even though it melts my mind a lot of the times.

“1, 2, 3” Chasin’, chasin’ after that paper like collectible photo cards “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7” Driven High, you’ll get your fair share “1, 2, 3” JPY, my peppy pro idol A handbook? Nah, how ‘bout a tour guide? “Charisma Style Rap Battle Break!”

Didn’t I already explain it to ya? Well to sum it up At the beginning of the week Let's call it Charisma Monday Interpol scatters Asia’s allies Marching alongside them, inciting right and wrong

Even birds who tweet their blessings have morals Attaining that QOL comes with responsibility Adulterated fraternizing, Not love for you Try to follow a different justice without diminishing it

Take advantage of that gap in my armor I’m a speedy, pro-slave Just a stray dog if you don’t call my name So tip my scale with endless burdens

Rebel then counter, counter, counter And counter again Lemme paint a picture of me for ya I’m like a coyote in the Sonoran desert Bloodthirsty and comin’ for ya throat

Beat down the greed that’s outta your league I’ve got a great view from down here like the shitty bug I am There’s 7 of us, but I’m the only dwarf The color of snow white Neurosis

No need for even a sliver of eccentricity Am I a necessity? “Seeking irregularities” Even from a long, long, long, long, long time ago, I’m a legacy Yes, I’m super beautiful ♪

The inevitable is calm So stiffen up This world’s fate is sexy! It’s sexy to read “Amahiko’s Wild Gate” With “ASSparagus!”

Magnificent 7th wonder I reach out and grab some bands Now it’s time to shine This Charisma Alchemy We’ve already got it in the bag

24/7 We set out, under the same roof With our everyday chaotic synergy 24/7 Eating out of the same pot Check out our flashy energy

Don’t give a shit about Pitiful jealousy Don’t give a shit about Living shamefully

Just shout out whenever And you can tell by the sound of footsteps

24/7 We set out, under the same roof With our everyday chaotic synergy 24/7 Eating out of the same pot Check out our flashy energy

We ain’t friends so stay out of our way ‘S no good? This is the path between Good and Evil

However! We’ve got rules here too If someone’s in trouble We’re all going down together

“1, 2, 3” Chasin’, chasin’ after that paper like collectible photo cards “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7” Driven High, you’ll get your fair share “1, 2, 3” JPY, my peppy pro idol A handbook? Nah, how ‘bout a tour guide? “Charisma Style Rap Battle Break!”

I wonder, are there spawns of demons and gods? And when you sift through them, how many people will be left? Do well on your mission and “you will be rewarded” This place is bittersweet

A pure white monologue No need for a secretary, just this diary You’re a caller of injustice So let’s get to the bottom of this, are you good or evil

Another successful case of tendonitis If you can’t get it, then we aren’t on the same page Those who are scrupulous Are squares My load tolerance is more than double-digits

Rage Against everything in this world Always angry, forgetting how to show mercy “Right?” Garbage that don’t burn That’s bullshit I’ll light it up anyways

Scum who is bewildered by those who are gentle A dark craft that drains the joys and sorrows of peace Shit that makes something out of nothing call that Holy shit A digital tattoo engraver

A neverending diffusion in every direction My beauty multiplies: tera, peta, and exa Mirror, oh mirror Even if you can’t understand the words The answer is revealed right in front of you

Extremely☆Horny A midsummer monster Quivering☆swaying A gift from God Locked in a grapple Inside of you Is a treasure Nearly bare!

If you back out now, it’ll vanish Your offerings of one hundred million Are not nearly enough But they can offset it “Rainy days” So from the back With no motion “Strike” While the iron’s still hot

24/7 We set out, under the same roof With our everyday chaotic synergy 24/7 Eating out of the same pot Check out our flashy energy

Don’t give a shit about Pitiful jealousy Don’t give a shit about Living shamefully

Just shout out whenever And you can tell by the sound of footsteps

24/7 We set out, under the same roof With our everyday chaotic synergy 24/7 Eating out of the same pot Check out our flashy energy

We ain’t friends so stay out of our way ‘S no good? This is the path between Good and Evil

However! We’ve got rules here too If someone’s in trouble We’re all going down together

“1, 2, 3” Chasin’, chasin’ after that paper like collectible photo cards “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7” Driven High, you’ll get your fair share “1, 2, 3” JPY, my peppy pro idol A handbook? Nah, how ‘bout a tour guide? “Charisma Style Rap Battle Break!”

Charisma Battle Anthem (google.com)

[taesbetch]

Christmas Spirit

Paring: Namjoon x Reader 

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1k +

Request: Hello! Uhm i was wondering if i could ask for a namjoon scenario? Fluffy and cute. They watch snow fall and set up Christmas decorations?? Like cute Christmasy stuff? @exo-bts-fanfics-imagines

“can you hurry up! We have so much stuff to do!” you shouted up the staircase of your shared house as you went over your Christmas list.

Christmas tree, check.

Christmas lights, check.

Christmas food…oh god, the most important part.

“okay, okay. I’m here, let’s go” Namjoon said as he wiped the tiredness from his eyes.

This would be your first Christmas as a couple so naturally, you wanted everything to be perfect. As soon as December first had hit you were ready to dive into the whirlpool that was Christmas.

“baby its December 5th, can’t wait a little longer and do this some other time” He complained as you started the car, your eyes filled with determination and his with regret.

“no! if we wait, then all the good stuff with be gone, we’ll be quick I promise” you stated as you continued to drive down the seemingly empty streets.

“where is everyone?” you whispered as you observed the lonely and dark houses.

“y/n its 7am on a Tuesday. Not to mention its freezing” Namjoon mumbled tiredly his voice still raspy “their probably in bed cuddling, which Is what we should be doing too”.

You rolled your eyes before going through the list one more time.

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Red, black and white that was your theme this year, you wanted everything to match-

“they don’t have red confetti” you gasped in panic as your eyes scanned the confetti isle.

“oh no…not the confetti” Namjoon joked sarcastically as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“this isn’t funny, this is serious business” you whined as he nuzzled his head into your neck, trying his hardest to stay awake.

“since it matters to you, I’ll go asks if they have any in the back” he said before attacking your cheek with small kisses. You smiled as he started walking towards the store worker.

You couldn’t think of anything else but the perfect Christmas for you and Namjoon.

The whole year you had heard you friends going on about how the Christmas in a relationship is almost as important as having your first child. Of course, you knew that was a load of crap but it didn’t stop your mind from wondering about the importance of the day and how it would affect your relationship.

Namjoon loved you, anyone could see that. But what if today was a complete mess and…what if..-

You shook your head of the negative thoughts and just tried to focus on making this the best Christmas ever.

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It was December the 20th and today was the day you decorated the house.

Obviously, you wanted to begin earlier but Namjoon had put down his foot stating that it was too earlier to act Christmas crazy.

As the two of you scrambled around your house you couldn’t help but laugh at how confused Namjoon looked as he moved his hands through the large box of decorations. You had successfully showered your house with Christmas decorations and just had to apply a couple finishing touches.

“Namjoon, do you want some help?” you asked as you approached the confused man.

He let out a sigh of frustration before turning to you, tiredness covering his entire being.

“can we stop, please? I just want to watch stupid movies and cuddle” he whined as he pulled you closer to him, his eyes begging you silently.

“b-but we still have so much to do! And I planned games for us to play and cookies! We haven’t even baked any cookies!” you exclaimed trying to convince him otherwise.

Namjoon looked shocked at your sudden outburst before grasping your hand in his “baby it’s just another day” he whispered as he caressed your cheek gently with the other.

“it’s not just a day Namjoon, its Christmas…our first Christmas together” you mumbled as your eyes watered up.

You just wanted today to be perfect…

“Hey, look at me” Namjoon cooed as he pulled you closer to him “today has been perfect, do you know why?” he asked sweetly as his eyes bored into yours.

You shook your head as his thumb swiped over your skin, wiping away your tears.

“because I spent it with you. I don’t need decorations and big presents for this Christmas to be amazing, I just need you” he confessed as you were getting lost in his chocolate swirl eyes.

“are you sure you don’t mind?” you asked as you placed down the lights.

“are you kidding! Look around!” he laughed before opening his arms to the perfectly organised room.

“we have the tree, we have sparkles…everything is colour coordinated” he stated making you laugh and nod in agreement.

“it’s perfect…and so are you” he said lovingly before placing a kiss on your forehead.

As you hummed in content your eyes flicked to your window. Small flickers of snow had settled on the edge of your window as other flakes continued to fall from the sky.

You gasped before grasping Namjoons hand in excitement.

“it’s snowing” you breathed out as the two of you jogged to the window, getting ready to admire the frosty flakes from the safety of the cosy indoors.

Namjoons arms wrapped around your waist as he brought your back into his chest.

“y/n” he whispered into your ear as the two of you watched the blizzard of white fall from the night sky in a beautiful frenzy.

“yer” you whispered back as he pecked your cheek.

“I love you, thank you for all of this” he confessed making your heart flood with joy.

You turned around in his arms and placed a soft kiss on his lips before smiling shyly.

“I love you too and I’m glad I get to spend this Christmas with you” you replied before snuggling into Namjoons warmth.

Things may not have gone exactly how you wanted them too but you had Namjoon and Namjoon had you; and that’s all you needed.  

[sunshinejoon]

Sail

pairing: Namjoon x Reader

genre: just a whole lot of fluff

summary: his compass was never wrong, after all.

a/n: I’ve been gone for so long, i apologize. Between school and sports i’ve been juggling a lot. This is me just getting back into the swing of writing again. Enjoy xx

The first time he notices you, he doesn’t think much of it.

Merely because he’s only granted the view of your back, hair spiraling down in brilliant curls and scarlet dress hugging your figure spectacularly. You are speaking with a group of other women, hands gesturing as you speak, and he can’t help but to point out how elegant your movements are. As he revels in the only part of you visible to his eye, he scans you down, eyes stopping at the discovery of an ink etching of a sailboat on your right ankle. He finds himself smiling slightly, but despite his heart’s pleas, he makes no move towards you. Instead, he takes a sip of his champagne and returns to the conversation taking place next to him, Yoongi’s voice coming back into focus.

“You agree, right Namjoon?”

Several minutes later, he takes one last look over at you, the mystery woman of his evening, but the red of your dress has leaked from the room. Sure, plenty of other beautiful women have on beautiful red dresses, and many more have beautiful black heels adorning their feet, but they’re all the wrong hues; all the wrong shades. He’s disappointed, though he cannot pinpoint why. For the meantime, he shakes the thought from his head, because it’s not a big deal. You’re just a pretty face; no, a pretty back. You’re nothing special. Just a speck of sand on a shore he’s convinced he’ll explore.

Yet, when he lays down that night, slightly buzzed (though he doesn’t know whether it’s from the alcohol or the social stimulation), he has a dream. It’s his first one in months, though he had never really noticed before. It’s quite vivid, too. He can smell the salt from the ocean and the sounds of graceful waves dance into his ears, and right where the blue sky meets the blue of the sea, a small sailboat bobs in the water, a small breeze running through the scarlet colored sail.

The second time was different, however. It was something he would never forget.

He was backstage, the adrenaline causing an ache in his stomach as his stylist adds he finishing touches to his hair. The crowd can be heard through the walls, chants endlessly emitting from the hundreds of fans waiting for a performance. It steadies him for a moment, knowing that he has no need to be nervous in front of his family; his ARMY. He closes his eyes and tries to relax, to push down the twisting of his gut, but a large burst of laughter causes him to whip his eyes to the source, and he’s infatuated by the sight.

And there you were, though he did not yet know it was you.

You were doing Jimin’s makeup, laughing at something he had said, eyes scrunched up and smile wide. He stared in awe, taking in the beauty of your laugh and how your hair swung from your back onto your shoulders. When you laugh settled down, the sparkle in your eyes was still dazzling, and he found himself unable to look away. Even when you narrowed them in concentration, sticking the handle of the eyeshadow brush in between your teeth to free your hands. As you cradle Jimin’s jaw with your hand to position him correctly, Namjoon found himself oddly jealous. Although he felt slightly invasive of your privacy, he continued to watch you work until you walked around to the back of Jimin’s chair, spinning him around and allowing him to see your masterpiece. That’s when it caught Namjoon’s gaze, the picture of a sailboat peeking out from the hem of your denim jeans.

Heart in his throat, he watched you gorgeously flash one last smile at Jimin through the mirror before gathering your makeup items and retreating from the room. His smile fades, and he notices that the ache in his stomach has returned, even though he wasn’t aware it had even left in the first place.

So, without much thought, he hustles towards the door, jogging down the hallway aimlessly before he catches sight of your back, a sight he’s all too familiar with. You’re speaking to another member of the concert staff. He slows down and attempts to fix himself up before he approaches you. His stomach churns now, combined with multiple elements that he refuses to let stop him. The individual speaking to you catches his eye, recognition sparking in her eyes as she bows respectfully. He bows back, and when he comes back up, he’s finally eye to eye with you. He watches them twinkle, the light reflecting off of them in such an ethereal way he’s almost convinced you’re an angel. You two exchange the honorable gesture, and the staff member says her goodbyes to you and Namjoon as she rushes off, blaming a hectic schedule.

Not even a second after she leaves, he’s stumbling over his “hello” and you’re giggling out yours. You smile at him like he’s a star. He feels celestial, though he’s quite aware his brightness is dim compared to yours.

That’s the day he finally learns your name, and the last day he spends without it.

The trashcan in his studio is filled to the brim by time a month of knowing you rolls around. Each time he finds himself writing a song with you in mind, he disposes of his, crumpling the lyrics as tightly as possible. It wasn’t that you were not worthy of a song, oh no. He wanted to write about you until his knuckles bled, until he ran out of phrases to define you. The problem was that he knew he’d never stop. He didn’t want the world to hear about you, and if he allowed himself to release hidden syllables that whispered your name; allowed himself to weave you into the stories he wrote, it would swallow you up. Despite his best efforts, however, there was one he couldn’t bring to toss away. There was too much of you in it. He uncrumples the paper and smooths it out before tucking it into a folder on his desk titled Her.

He's fully immersed in your conversations over the phone, whether they be 5 minutes or 5 hours. He admires the way you speak with such passion, such confidence about things you love. Each text has him more impatient than the last, constantly awaiting your responses.

After admitting you were attracted, he roped you into a date, which turned into two, which turned into ten. You are everything he hoped you would be and more. After a particular day following you around the city, watching your eyes light up as you take in the sights like you’ve never seen them before, he decides he can’t wait any longer. So, he takes you to a café and asks you to be his girlfriend as the steam from the coffee fogs up his glasses. A yes fills the space between you as he sheds his glasses to wipe off the vapor, and he smiles at you.  You laugh and he does too, but it’s so much more than that.

There’s no escaping you, he’s aware of it now. It’s a sink or swim—but Namjoon’s never been prouder of his inability to stay afloat.

He first time he tells you he loves you, it 1:17 am. He remembers it like the lyrics to his favorite song.

He remembers because he wakes from a nightmare, his arm protectively cradled around you. As soon as you feel his touch and hear his rushed breathing, you slowly sit up, placing your palms on his flushed cheeks. He cannot see much in the darkness, the pale moonlight dimly illuminating the bedroom. He can’t see your features, but your hushed voice tethers him to reality. His hands cling onto your wrists as he leans into your touch.

“I’m here. shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

You don’t release him until his breath is as steady as the soft breeze flowing through the open window. A soft caress from your thumb is what lingers on his cheek as he lays back down, placing his head against your chest, is body shifted further down the bed. You wrap your arms around him, fingers intertwining with his hair that has been dyed too many times, but you never seem to mind.

He feels so comforted, but he urges you to sleep. He’s angry at himself for waking you, or rather startling you. You ignore him though, placing a chaste kiss to his temple.

“I’m not going to sleep until you do.”

He doesn’t understand it, the fluttering in his chest. You hadn’t said anything of importance. It was a simple phrase made up of 27 letters. Yet, he could feel it. It crawled from his chest up to his throat, and lingered on his tongue until he uttered the 8 letters back. That changed everything. When he was greeted with silence, fear finds its way into his heart. Did you not feel the same? Was he delusional?

As if you could read his mind, you giggled sweetly but softly, and he wished he could see your face in the moment. He curses the night for being the only one to see you when he spilled his confession. But he’s more than satisfied when you whisper a lovely I love you more cascades through your lips.

He drifts off after that, his heart swollen with affection, and his dreams filled with the serene imagine of a little sailboat gliding across the ocean blue, and a red sail allowing the wind to set its course.

[davinashifts333]

sugar daddy namjoon😌

okay this REALLY made me think but i initially loved the idea, hope this was good.

WHAT NAMJOON BEING YOUR SUGAR DADDY WOULD BE LIKE:

⚫️summary; basically just headcanons of you being Kim Namjoon’s sugar baby. 🥹

⚠️warnings; implied smut, sugar daddy/sugar baby established relationship, swearing, sex for gifts/money/etc. 18+ please go away. thanks.

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-when Namjoon, or as he likes you to call him, Mr. Kim first asked you to be his sugar baby he had no idea he would genuinely prefer spending time with you over his wife.

-after 3 months he divorced his wife to be with you full time. still never establishing a serious relationship but knowing you were his & he was yours.

-he showers you with gifts, jewels, rings, dresses with crystals embedded in the lining, heels with diamonds & accessories GALORE.

-he LOVES to hear you call him; Daddy, Mr. Kim, Daddy Mon, Mr. Monster, Namjoon, etc. he especially likes when you scream his name but that’s for a more private setting.

-Namjoon as a sugar daddy is so demanding yet so sweet. he hated the idea of people claiming you were just a whore or his personal sex toy… which you kind of were but you genuinely cared for one another…

-the Bangtan boys often hear your late night shenanigans so when they see you leaving they always tease you.

“byeeee Y/n, hope you had a fun night! 👀”

-Namjoon never expects it but seeing as he’s a dominant man he would do anything for you, he’s even let you take control sometimes, mostly ending the night with him punishing you for edging him so much.

-the sex is literally GODLY. this man is a BUILT- as Jungkook would say - “Big Body” guy so it’s literally him trying not to break you while he’s ramming himself inside you.

-Namjoon calling you; Babygirl, My Dirty Little Princess, Honey, Sweetheart, Pretty Little Slut, etc. but especially loves calling you Mommy. 🫣

-MAJOR DADDY KINK.

-MAJOR DEGRADING KINK.

-calling you at 3am after he gets home from an awards show so you could help him destress or celebrate.

-obviously you’re younger than him so when he sees you pouting he lightly slaps your cheek before grabbing your face in his hands while telling you;

“Oh sweetheart. Stop pouting before I make you choke on my cock.”

-him flying you from your hometown to Korea (if you’re not from there, if you are he has you driven to the BTS house just to have his way with you).

-buying you a shit load of lingerie just for you to have him rip it off your body.

-saying things that make you melt in every way for him;

“Look how pretty you look all drunk on me. Do I make you wet baby?”

“You feel so good sweetheart. Roll those hips a little harder for me.”

“Cum baby. Cum.”

“Now we don’t want the boys to hear you. Or maybe we do, go ahead… scream my name babygirl.”

“Who bought you this sexy outfit? Go ahead, say it baby.”

-knowing all of his sweet spots so when you’re out together, you make SURE to tease him.

-after care is a MUST he loves bathing with you because it just ends up with a cock warming session.

-SHOWER SEX.

-STUDIO SEX.

-LIMO/CAR SEX.

-obvi he can’t drive so think of it as the song Partition by Beyoncé. driver trying to sneak a peek while he fingers you in the backseat & rips your dress off, only to have to turn back around instead of reaching your destination.

-THESE HOT WORDS COMING OUT OF HIS MOUTH;

“Stop complaining i’ll buy you a new dress. Just get on your knees.”

“You look so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth baby.”

“My pretty little slut, get on the bed.”

-he loves physical affection so seeing as you’re the only one who gives it to him the way he likes, he cannot get enough of it. or you.

-when he sees you out at a club in that tight little dress he bought for you & the huge iced out necklace sitting right above your perky tits he takes you to his private room he always has reserved & fuck the living daylights out of you.

-in nicer & sweeter terms he always looks out for you. 

-no matter what he will always be a call away if you need anything.

-one month you barely made rent & had little to no money left for yourself so he had staff go over your head & pay your bills 5 months in advance as well as sending you $3000 so you could be set.

-obviously after you tried to decline the help he had you faced down on the mattress begging him to let you release. im which he had the audacity to say;

“Let your Daddy help you & he’ll let you cum babygirl.” as his paced slowed down & before you could say yes he slammed back into you, turning that yes into a scream.

“Good girl. Daddy’s gonna take care of you don’t worry.”

-mocking him about the ‘expensive girl’ cover he did & making him sing it to you.

-wearing his button up shirts with nothing under it just so he can have easy access.

-idk what else to write because just the THOUGHT OF KIM NAM FUCKING JOON BEING YOUR SUGAR DADDY IS SUCH A TURN ON. k bye i’m done now lol. maybe i’ll make a part 2. maybe not.

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MORE TO COME! ENJOY! 🫶🏼

[bangtaninborderland]

Jungkook arrived safely in NYC tonight. I am extremely happy to hear this.

I am also absolutely disgusted with the way his privacy was invaded, disregarded and disrespected. Despite the fact it had been made known that he was going to land in LA sasaengs tracked his flight information to follow him to JFK.

The fact that multiple articles were published saying he was going to LA meant that he wanted it to be known that way, probably to give himself some space to work on whatever he is there for.

You do not own jungkook, you do not have the right to his private information. If I see anyone sharing these pictures I will be both blocking and reporting you.

He was extremely uncomfortable, you could see that. Anyone with eyes could see how uncomfortable he was. Yet that wasn’t enough, he was followed to his car where they shot a video of the interior.

If you see the pictures of Jk in New York please report them and block them poster. Bangtan have faced so many issues like this but it’s even more heartbreaking when you see how jungkook reacted.

He bowed. He fucking bowed despite the fact he was treated like an animal in the zoo. He bowed despite the way he wasn’t shown any respect. This goes to show how much of a good person he is. He has made it clear that he feels he owes everything to army, the least people can do is show him he deserves to live privately.

It’s not about treating idols right it’s about treating them like humans. Stop fucking making these men go through disrespectful and most likely frightening situations just for a fucking picture of them.

I hope BigHit sues every fucking individual that even thinks about invading their privacy and personal life.

[kpopimaginings]

Kiss #13 with RM please? 🥺 Thank you I love your writings. You're amazing!

Thank you for the support! I absolutely loved writing this wonderfully soft RM drabble :)

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Kiss #13 - Kiss on the back - RM (Namjoon)

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It was the morning after your first night with Namjoon. You woke slowly and blissfully, to find him still sound asleep beside you. He was facing away from you, so all you could see was the broad expanse of his bare back.

After a quick stretch you settled on your side facing him and began to gently run your fingers over his skin. Your light touch drew mindlessly, not focussing on anything in particular, just basking in the softness of the moment and the comforting warmth of is presence.

Eventually, he began to stir, your actions tickling the skin of his back. Reaching round he took your hand in his pulling you closer as he held your hand to his chest. You were now perfectly positioned to place small kisses on his back.

"You're very affectionate this morning," he mumbled, his naturally deep tone combined with the haze of the early morning sending shivers down your spine.

"Is that a problem?" you asked before pressing your lips back to his skin.

A chuckle vibrated through him.

"Not at all," he said, bring your hand to his own lips to softly kiss the back of it. "In fact, if this is what you are like in the morning, you might need to sleep round more often."

He moved then, fidgeting to get comfortable lying on his back, giving you the first glimpse of his face, still slightly puffy from sleep but as handsome as ever.

"Happily," you agreed.

Resting your head on his bare chest, you snuggled into his embrace, perfectly content to spend the entire morning between the sheets wuth the man you were lucky enough to call yours.

NAVIGATION | BTS MASTERLIST  

[a-detraque-barista]

Thicc Thighs

Namjoon x Thicc Reader

Genre: fluff, implied smut, drabble

A/N: this is really short but i needed this 😳

You swung your legs back forth while sitting on a stool at the cafe your boyfriend was going to meet you at. Your shorts had ridden up to show off more of your thick thighs. Something you weren’t always so secure about.

The way they seemed even wider whenever you sat down causing you to try to hide them with your hands. Like how you’re doing now.

It was too hot to wear anything besides shorts and a thin t-shirt. Even if you had to hide your thighs sometimes, you didn’t want your entire body covered in sweat if it can be avoided.

Namjoon leaned against the counter to place a sweet peck on your cheek. Before he could sit on the stool next to you, you pouted and pointed towards your lips. Chuckling, Namjoon leaned in to give you a quick kiss.

Your hand landed back on your thigh as your mind was now in a blissful state. Namjoon’s kisses were always the best.

When you turned back to him you saw he was staring downward. Your eyes followed his line of vision to end up at your thighs. Your face flushed a light pink before squeezing your thighs together to make them seem smaller.

You felt his hand on your knee before slowly dragging it up to where your hands were.

“Don’t act shy, baby. You know how much I love your thighs,” he said lowly while grabbing a handful of flesh before lightly slapping it.

“Namjoon-“ your cheeks were now a bright red, showing your obvious embarrassment.

“I need these beautiful thighs around my head, now,” with that Namjoon dragged you off the seat and out of the cafe. The whole car ride home he kept kneading the soft skin of your thighs. Wanting nothing more than to bite and mark them at that very moment.

[bangtanreactionsandscenarios]

BTS Scenario - Kinder Garden ~ Park Jimin

Post Date: 16th May 2022 Content: Fluff - Park Jimin x Reader  WC: 833 words TW? Notes?: Fluffy fluff

Thanks for the request! I hope you like it <3 D/N - Daughter’s name ______________________________________________________________

It’s been 3 years since the breakup with his daughter’s mother, and she’s a deadbeat mom, failed to get custody of their daughter due to starting another family with someone else who she seemed more caring towards. Jimin felt like he had the whole world on his shoulders being a single dad, but he couldn’t have it any other way, it was him and D/N until the end of time, he was willing to do anything for his little girl until his last breath. 

“Princess, it’s time to start your first day of school!” Jimin calls after his daughter, who comes running down the stairs in her new uniform, hair up in little pigtails as he smiles. He’s so proud of how his little princess is growing up, and proud to be her dad as she looks up at him, stars in her eyes as she takes his hand. 

The car pulls up outisde the school as Jimin smiles at D/N sweetly, watching her getting excited to meet new friends and to learn so many new things, “Let’s go princess”, he helps her out of her car seat, takes her hand firmly as they walk up towards the school doors, D/N skipping by his side. 

“Hi everyone, welcome in!” Y/N says softly, greeting every child with a warming smile and a welcoming smile on her face. “I’m Miss Y/L/N, good morning!” you greet D/N, as she runs up to you hugging around your leg all excited. She starts to tell you how excited she was, as you look up, flashing an excited smile to Jimin, “You must be dad!” you welcome as he nods, absolutely smitten by you. “Uh, yeah, hi! D/N, be good for your teacher now!” he scratches his head, then waves goodbye as his daughter giggles, running inside as you wave to him walking down towards the car park.

After what felt like hours waiting, Jimin was finally on his way down to pick D/N up from school, “How was your day, princess?” he asks, scouping up his daughter into his arms when she ran towards him, Y/N not far behind. “She’s been an absolute angel today! I can’t wait to teach her everyday~” you call out, following slowly behind D/N. Jimin laughs softly as he looks at his daughter, happy she’s making him even more proud than he thought was possible. 

“Miss Y/L/N is very nice, and very pretty!” D/N says as Jimin walks towards the car, with her still in his arms, he looks back to see you waving at you, “Yeah, she is,” he says softly, giving a small little wave before putting hhis daughter in the car and driving away.

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After days of seeing Y/N welcoming the children into the class, and realising how great she is as a person, and seeing her interacting with D/N, Jimin couldn’t help but to start developing feelings for her. Every morning, it’ll make him wonder what would happen if he even asked you out for a date, even if it couldn’t go anywhere, but he didn’t want to ruin the relationship that you had with his daughter as her teacher. 

“You’re always bringing D/N in, is mum busy working all the time?” you ask genuienly, apologising when you see his face shift, a small frown appears on his face, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry” you apologise as he shakes his head, showing you a small smile, double checking where D/N was in the class room, smiling softly before explaining, “Her mother left me, and didn’t want to know D/N after she met her new husband and had kids with him, so it’s just me and my little princess. I don’t have the heart to tell her about the real reason about why she doesn’t have a mum.” his voice cracks as you offer him a tissue ready, but he denies it. “Well, she’s a very special little girl to have such a great super dad like you. You can tell you take the best care of her.” you reply, putting your hand on his shoulder as he nods, sighing in relief that it’s noticable that he tries his best. 

He knew this probably was bad timing considering the topic just discussed, but he couldn’t hold onto his thoughts running through his head, “I was just wondering, would you like to go on a date or something?” he shyly asks, almost blushing that he actually let those words out, you’re taken back a little but smile at him, nodding as you look back at D/N, who deep down, was your favourite child in your class. You knew you shouldn’t have favourites but she was a special girl, with a very handsome, amazing dad, who you were struggling to hide from yourself that you were also slowly starting to get a little crush on.

“I’d love that!” you reply, writing down your number, handing it over to him as his cheeks turn right red. 

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[lynnloves-thestars]

someone HELP ME find a one shot i lost t.t

it was a namjoon soulmate au where he gets a tattoo of a pair of eyes instead of the first word because the female character was deaf mute, and they meet at the library and stuff.. t.t