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cheolkanojo · 1 year ago

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKSJDKSJDKSDIKSDJSK (yes hello i am back with my keyboard smash and crying emojis u cant stop me)

oh god bambi i love love love this series so much. like i said this series gave me sth to look forward to every weekend. every chapter keeps giving me more and more surprises and excitement. oh god i love pretty please so so much 🥹💞💞

I AM STILL IN DENIAL THAT THIS SERIES HAS COME TO AN END… BUT AAAAHHH YOU WROTE THIS LAST CHAPTER SO BEAUTIFULLY LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO 😭😭😭♥️♥️♥️♥️

now, as usual, lemme scream abt this chapter!!!!

oh god seeing cherry so nervous is cute. IM SORRY but she’s just usually so cool and confident it’s sweet to see another side of her 😭😭 mingyu is such a sweetheart with her too aaaaaaa!!!! it’s sweet knowing her friends and family are there for her. especially seoah and her dad, I CRY EVERY TIME I REMEMBER WHAT THEY WENT THROUGH UNTIL THEY REACH THIS POINT 😭😭😭

WHEN CHEOL BRINGS HER FLOWERS… i kinda sobbed,,, their interaction here is so sweet even tho it kinda hurts bcs they haven’t completely talked it out hajdhsjdhd IT’S THE FRUSTRATION THAT I JUST WANT THEM TO BE TOGETHER???? YKNOW?????

(not to mention cherry almost called him “cheol” again… and “will you text me when you get home too?” AAAAAAKDHSKD 😭😭😭)

oh man WHEN THEY TALK ABT THE DRESS CHEOL WAS SUPPOSED TO GIVE HER AAAAAAAA i cried (99) idk i cry a lot reading this chapter im so weak 😭😭

their talk is so ,,, (BIG SIGH) ALL I CAN SAY IS YOU WROTE IT SO WELL?!?! like i said their conflict is so REAL (and i can somewhat understand cheol’s point of view hahah esp when ppl keep saying bros before hoes am i rite) im really glad they resolved it 🥺🥺

oh!!! i loved it when cheol sternly said he’s not talking to hajun anymore!!! (bitch deserved it LMAO) AND OH MY GODDDD THE PART WHERE CHEOL LOOKS AT HER WITH ADORATION IN HIS EYES (“it’s the same look he had when he was watching both of your friends at the restaurant.”) SKFHSKFJS I REMEMBER CHERRY WANTING SO BAD TO SEE THAT LOOK DIRECTED AT HER AND YOU REFERENCED THAT CHAPTER IM RLY CRYING 😭😭😭

THEIR CONFESSION AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i swear this part got me screaming so MUCH into my pillow!!!!1!1!1 😭😭😭😭😭 IM JUST SO?? HAPPY??? TO SEE CHERRY TALKING ABT HER FEELINGS AND FEELING THEM SO FREELY?!?!? seeing her always seeming like she’s restricting her own feelings makes this part so so heartwarming AAAAAAAAAAA

lmao when they banter about “i can like you but not kiss u” is so so cute THEYRE SO CUTE seungcheol is sulking!!!! YOU KNOW EVERYTHING IS OKAY WHEN CHEOL SULKS LMAO aaaaaaaaa theyre so in love your honor im so HAPPYYY 😭😭😭😭😭 (these are tears of joy)

ALSO AAAAAAAA THE SMUT WAS SO SWEET AND SOFT (but you just had to keep messy cheol didnt you 😁 I SAW IT ALL) it’s so hot yet so full of love 😭😭♥️♥️♥️

(ah yes i forgot to comment abt this bcs i was too absorbed w/ their “talk” BUT THE WAY CHERRY IS SCARED OF DOGS LMAO WKSHDKSHDSK THAT WAS SO FUNNY 😭😭😭 wow… another side of her that i didn’t expect to see at all… 🥹 she’s so cute HAHAH and the way cheol adores her sm yet also teases her a lot abt her fear of dogs is sooooo adorable!!!)

also gurl became clingy after they’re official AWWW she’s so cute. THEY’RE SO CUTE. 😭😭😭😭😭🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻

I LOVEEEEE the ending. it’s so sweet, so warm, so lovely, and just perfect 😭😭 IM SO HAPPY TO SEE THEM HAPPY AND IN LOVEEEE OH MY GOD AKDHSMDDHSK 🥹🥹🥹🥹 it’s truly a sweet closure ♥️♥️

…welp? another longass comment, pls do forgive me 😅😅 (I HOPE YOU’RE NOT BOTHERED BY IT THO AKDHSKDH)

anw, i’ve said this before, but thank you (again!!!) so so much for writing this fic. lemme appreciate your hard work along with ur beta readers 🫶🏻✨ it’s truly a journey, watching cherry’s development as a character as well as seeing her relationship with cheol grow. it’s a wonderful experience. im glad i found this fic 🥹🥹💕💕

i can’t wait to see more of them if you decide to write cheolcherry again one day!! ♥️ they truly have a special place in my heart (and so does this fic)

have a great weekend, bambi! take care, and as usual, cheol loves you so so much 🫶🏻🫶🏻

pretty please (stay with me) || c.sc | 6 (m)

“After being assigned a fashion show for your big senior project, you set off to find volunteers to make it successful. However, when you meet Choi Seungcheol and his unfriendly clique through your volunteers, you realize they’re an unwanted package deal you can’t escape from. Can you handle Seungcheol’s obnoxious friends, and can he handle your brash behavior?”

🍒 Pairing: businessMajor!Seungcheol x fashionMajor!Reader (afab)

🍒 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Slice of life (!!!), slow burn, drama, fluff, angst, smut; Unrequited enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, college au

🍒 Warnings: General tws + the big talk 🫣, mentions of slut-shaming and degradation (not in bed) -> plz lmk if im missing any! | [Smut warnings] protected sex, oral (f.), multiple orgasms, fingering, cum play, cum swallowing

🍒 WC: 12.6k

🍒 Betas: Sarah, Indi, Kelly, Freya 😻

🍒 Author’s Note: It's always so exciting and saddening when a series ends! It's been over a month since this series started! Special appreciation and thanks to those who have given me feedback and/or were here from the beginning! I really enjoy reading your reactions and analysis!

As I said before, this is the longest fic I've ever written, so this fic holds a special place in my heart for that reason alone. Anyway, thank you again (no this won't be the last time I say it!). Please enjoy the last chapter of "pretty please (stay with me)" 🥹❣️

also read here: AO3 | Wattpad

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previous chapter \\ pretty please masterpost // the end

You haven’t stood still in the past hour—buzzing around to everyone in the dressing room to make sure everything is being executed correctly. From last-minute wardrobe alterations to doing makeup and hair touches, you’ve been moving non-stop. Overseeing a fashion show is not easy, or maybe you’re just overthinking the tiniest details.

You aren’t getting a second chance at this, so you want to reduce the possibility of mistakes.

“Everything looks great; take a rest,” Mingyu tells you gently.

You glance up from your clipboard, having printed your to-do list and notes prior. Mingyu stands next to you with a kind smile. Your eyes scan him briefly. You reach forward to fix his outfit for the nth time, but he carefully grabs your wrists.

“It looks fine,” he chuckles.

“Exactly. It looks fine. I need it to be perfect,” you huff.

“You have twenty minutes before the show starts. Let’s go get some fresh air,” he says.

Despite your several headshakes, Mingyu pulls you out of the dressing room and toward the lobby.

“…doing here?”

“You weren’t answering my text or calls. I’d figure you’d be here.”

“We should talk another time.”

You strain your hearing when the voices register in your head. Mingyu glances at you and slows in his steps. From how clear their voices are, you figure Hajun and Seungcheol are around the corner.

“Let’s go out the other way,” Mingyu says, stepping in the other direction. You put a hand on his arm to stop him. You’re too curious to not eavesdrop.

“I’ll be quick,” you hear Hajun say.

Seungcheol sighs. “I already told you over the phone that I didn’t want to be around you when you’re being disrespectful.”

“I know, I know,” she says. “I’m sorry I said all those things to her. I just…I just wanted to look out for you.”

You have no doubt who she’s talking about. If she wants to apologize, she should apologize to you.

“I appreciate the thought, but I’m fine. She’s fine. She’s not as bad as you think,” Seungcheol replies.

“I think you’re just too kind, Cheollie,” she says. “She’s not very nice. She’s not been a good influence on you.”

“That grade wasn’t because of her,” he reasons as if he knows what she’s referring to.

Your eyebrows scrunch at that. What is he talking about? What grade?

“No? Then why have you been so distracted in class? Or why do you show up exhausted?”

“Those have all been my choices, though,” Seungcheol argues.

“Perhaps, but does she know the world doesn’t revolve around her? She should be considerate and stop being so clingy,” Hajun explains.

Maybe if you viewed her neutrally, you would think she genuinely has his best interest at heart. But with how she’s treated you, it’s difficult to believe that.

Mingyu tugs on your arm gently.

“You have ten minutes until showtime,” he whispers in your ear.

You close your eyes, listening to Hajun give more reasons for why you aren’t fit for Seungcheol. You want to stay and hear it all. You want to know if he will keep defending you. However, you’re not about to let all your hard work go to waste.

You nod, tearing yourself away and striding back to the room. You roll your shoulders back, head held high as you channel your attention on doing another round of adjustments.

When it’s three minutes until the show, you discreetly peep your head around the curtains. The theatre is packed, mostly with faces you don’t know. Though on one side, you can see your dad and sister. On the other side, are your new friends. Though the one person you are hoping to see isn’t there.

Seungcheol’s seat is empty.

You know he’s here. You hate how your mind starts forming negative thoughts. Perhaps Hajun has succeeded in making him hate you. Maybe he left with her.

You move away from the curtains and stare at the floor. There’s a tightening in your chest that’s a painful discomfort. After the argument, you were prepared not to see him here. Yet after the brief conversation and learning he had still gotten tickets, hope had risen. Even if it was just a sliver, you wanted to believe you could go back to where you were. Part of you even wished you were blissfully ignorant of his assumptions of you—even though they’re wrong and a “joke” to him.

You have the sudden urge to stand him up tomorrow. You don’t want to see him knowing he was here for you but left with her. However, you need to stop running away. You know you will be happier in the future if you have closure.

Before you can take another glance at the audience, Dr. Lim’s voice sounds.

“Alright, everyone, you’ve all been working hard this semester, and I’m very proud of you all,” he starts, “Remember, you’ll all give a quick introduction of your collection, and then once all your models have walked, you’ll give a final statement.”

You feel a hand on your arm. You turn to see Dae beside you. She’s smiling at you, wiggling your arm as if to say, “We did it!”

You offer a small one, trying to focus on the show again. Too much is going through your mind, and you need to narrow it down.

“You look nervous,” Dae whispers in your ear while Dr. Lim keeps speaking.

“I am, a little,” you answer.

“Don’t worry, I am too. At least we’re done, though. Well, we will be in a few hours,” she giggles.

“Okay, everyone is free to watch from anywhere backstage except for the person on deck. If you’re next, you must be here and ready to go. Everyone ready?”

You nod along with the rest of your class.

“Great, George, you’re first. Siwon, you’re on deck. Don’t forget your order, everyone!”

With that, people start moving. Dae guides you to a corner backstage that has a decent view. It’s angled so you can see your family more than your friends. You crane your neck to check the seats again. This time, two seats are missing. Jeonghan isn’t there anymore. Odd.

“Good evening, all,” Dr. Lim greets as he walks onto the stage. There’s faint music playing in the background, and your heart starts to race knowing there’s no going back now.

“Thank you for coming to support our designers. I am eager to show you the student’s work. Please keep in mind that each student was in charge of their theme, hair, makeup, music, lighting, promotion, and of course, their clothes,” he explains.

“There won’t be an intermission as the show is rather short, so if you need to go, please exit quietly. With that, also please turn off your cellular devices. Now that I’ve rambled long enough, let’s get started!”

The audience claps as the lights dim. You and Dae watch your peers conduct their shows, both commenting on them quietly every so often. The themes range from specific colors, to movies, to holidays. Although you don’t like most of your classmates, it’s nice to see the variety of art being presented. Soon, it’s yours and Dae’s turn. You wish each other good luck before tending to your models.

You’re on deck, going down the line of your models as you listen to Dae’s introduction.

“Hello everyone, I’m Dae, and my collection is titled, ‘Limitless’.”

You smile when you hear a few familiar hollers. You’re glad she befriended all your new friends too.

“My theme is space as I want to learn and grow endlessly. Although our space is dark, I want to be one of the stars that shine.”

Dae’s voice fades out as you continue your inspection.

“Take deep breaths,” Mingyu says when you approach him. You reach up and shift a few pieces of his outfit. He stands still as you do so.

“Thanks,” you murmur. “No funny business out there, okay?”

Mingyu smiles. “Of course. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Good, because I know where you live,” you threaten. It’s meant to be told jokingly, but you both know you’re serious.

“Always so charming,” he laughs.

“So I’ve been told,” you smile and pat his chest. “Thanks for agreeing to do this, Mingyu.”

“I could never say no to showing off my handsome features,” he replies, tilting his chin up with confidence.

“Maybe I should have asked Jeonghan instead,” you tease.

Mingyu scoffs playfully, opening his mouth to reply but stops when Dr. Lim appears.

“Yn, ready?”

You face him and nod. “I’m good to go.”

“Excellent,” he pauses, “It was nice having you in class again. I’m wishing you a bright future. You have talent, and I’m excited to see what you do with it.”

“Thank you, Dr. Lim,” you reply. He gives you a grin before leaving again.

Mingyu’s thumbs raise in encouragement when you glance at him. The small smile you offer fails to hide your nervousness.

“People are going to love your designs,” Mingyu reassures. “Now, go get yourself ready.”

“R-right,” you say.

You make your way to the front of your model’s line as you hear Dae give her ending speech. You want to listen to what she’s saying, but you’re too anxious. You glance at yourself in the mirror that is situated backstage, quickly adjusting the outfit you made yourself.

It’s all red—not because of Seungcheol, you tell yourself, but because you needed to match the fabric Jeonghan had bought you—with the top being covered in rhinestones and fading out. The dress hugs your torso and then flares into a flowy bottom with a slit. Over your neck and shoulder blades is red lace that is attached to the fabric Jeonghan got you, giving you a cape that pools on the floor a little. The space between your dress and the cape shows enough skin to be sexy but not overly so to be inappropriate for a school event.

Although the fabric was meant to be used for one of your model’s outfits, it wasn’t the blue you wanted, and you had already switched your design after Tori took the original from you. You had already planned to make your own dress for the event but hadn’t decided on the design. Since you didn’t want Jeonghan’s fabric to go to waste, you created a design based on it—using your original idea meant for the blue fabric but tweaking it.

Applause erupts, cueing you that you are next. Although you aren’t able to watch Dae’s show, you know Seoah is recording, upon your request, so you can watch it later.

Dae walks backstage as Dr. Lim goes to introduce you.

Dae is beaming, eyes crinkling and mouth open in utter happiness. She goes to you and wraps her arms around you.

“What a rush! That was so fun,” she gushes. “You’re going to do great.”

You return the hug quickly. Her energy bleeds into yours, and your heart races with nervousness. After years of being a spectator of the show, it’s finally your turn to be a participant. You feel all your years at the university have led to this moment.

“Please welcome Yn,” Dr. Lim says.

Dae gives you an encouraging pat on the back before she steps away. You take a moment to inhale a deep breath, rolling back your shoulders and stepping out onto the stage.

The stage lights are blinding, making it difficult to see out into the entire crowd. You take the mic from your professor and curl your fingers around the object a little tighter than you should. Your eyes dart across unfamiliar faces as your eyes try to adjust to the lights.

“Good evening. My name is Yn, and my collection is titled, ‘Pinwheel’,” you start, voice wavering to show how anxious you are. As you take a quick second to recollect yourself, your eyes snag on a face you’re keen to see.

Seungcheol.

He didn’t leave.

Normally, you would question why he took so long to be seated, but you’re too jittery with the show. You don’t have the energy. Rather you focus on his eyes. They watch you fondly. His hair is pushed from his face like he put some product in it. You feel honored he dressed up for you.

He tilts his head and stretches his lips into a reassuring smile. Although it makes your heart pump quicker, it also gives you the push you need to continue.

“You’ll see an array of colors and designs that represent the four elements—air, water, earth, and fire. I wanted to try different styles that still coordinated together in some way. I hope you all enjoy,” you continue.

The crowd applauds, and amongst the noise, you can make out a few hollers from your friends. It eases your nervousness as you walk off stage. The lights adjust, and the track Jihoon created begins to play.

You motion for the first model to begin walking. You stay in the same spot as your volunteers ascend the runway. You fall into a rhythm as you time your models. When it comes to Mingyu, you expect him to sneak in a joke. However, his face is set in stone and is serious. You smile softly and lightly touch his arm to signal him.

You glance beyond the curtain to watch him for a second. As Mingyu promised, he doesn’t do anything to ruin your show. If you didn’t know he was a photography major, you would suspect he was an actual model. A goofy part of your brain wonders if he practiced his walk in his apartment.

Two models left and then everyone will do one more walk. That’s all you have left. Despite the already short time of your portion of the show, it feels a lot shorter. Everything has been going well so far. No models slip, your outfits stay intact, and there aren't any technical difficulties.

You appear in front of the audience again as your models finish their last trip around the stage. Your models stay on the stage, allowing the audience to associate the designs with the designer.

“As you’ve heard many times tonight, thank you for coming. This project was challenging, but the reward was worth it. If you have any questions about my collection, please don’t hesitate to ask me after the show. Thank you,” you conclude, giving a bow.

Each clap from the audience chips away at the weight on your shoulders. You can breathe easier knowing that that is it. The project you’ve been waiting to do since before your freshman year has finally come and gone. And gone well nonetheless.

You watch as your friends and family stand, big smiles on all their faces. Although they all mean a lot to you, you can’t help but look for Seungcheol out of all of them.

He stands tall, hands clapping together, with a huge grin on his handsome face. His eyes shine with pride, and you can feel that familiar warmth spreading across your chest again. It feels like you’ve just given your first fashion show as a big-name designer, but in reality, it’s simply a senior project. Seungcheol makes it feel more than it is. And that makes you feel all the more confident.

There are only three more students after you. You and Dae go back to you where you were originally seated, this time accompanied by Mingyu—now dressed in his own clothes. As the show ends, all the students file onto the stage.

“It was a joy to witness the progression of the student’s works. Thank you for another successful show. Seniors, you should all be proud of your work,” Dr. Lim pauses to glance at you all. “Please enjoy the refreshments in the lobby. You’re welcome to mingle and network for at least another hour. Now, please give another round of applause for our talented students.”

The sound fills your chest with a bittersweet feeling as you take your final bow.

“Your designs were gorgeous!” Seoah exclaims when she finds you in the lobby. She runs into you, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug. Your father comes next, joining in a three-way embrace.

“You did amazing, sweetheart,” he compliments. Your heart is swelling from their kind words. They have seen some of your past designs, but this is different. Even though it’s a school production, it’s still the biggest fashion show you’ve ever been a part of.

“I need you to make me that green one! The one that looked like it was made of leaves and vines. That was my favorite. You get to keep your clothes, right?” Seoah speaks quickly in excitement.

You laugh softly, nodding. “I’m afraid family relations only grant you a five-percent discount.”

“What?” she huffs. “I should get it for free for being the best sister.”

“You’re my only sister,” you argue.

“Which makes me more special!”

“Alright, girls. We can arrange a business deal at home. I’m going to take Seoah to get some ice cream. We’ll see you later,” your father says. You give them each a last hug before waving them goodbye.

You don’t even get a minute break before you feel arms wrap around you.

“I told you you would do great!”

Soonyoung’s loud voice rings in your ear, causing you to flinch. He tears himself from you with a big smile. Your friends gather around in a semicircle, all showering you with praises and words of encouragement. However, like before, one face is missing from the crowd.

“Even though I just met you this semester, I’m proud of you,” Yejun says. You thank him before watching as he leaves to go to Dae. He’s more her friend than yours, but you’re still grateful for his words.

“Does Mingyu get to keep his outfit?” Vernon questions.

You shake your head.

“Good,” Seungkwan chimes in. “He doesn’t deserve such nice clothes.”

“Hey!” Mingyu gasps, offended.

“Excuse me?” an unfamiliar voice interrupts your crowd. All heads turn to see an older woman, dressed professionally. “Yn, right?”

You turn away from your friends to greet the stranger. “Yes, hello.”

“My name’s Park Quinn. I work for a local agency and wanted to give you my contact information. I loved your collection,” she says.

Your eyes widen. “Oh, that’d be great.”

You take the card she gives you.

“I don’t want to take time away from your friends, so please contact me whenever you can. We can try to arrange something if you’re interested.”

You nod, trying not to seem too enthusiastic and eager at the proposal.

“Of course. Thank you, Ms. Park.”

She smiles and then turns away. Before you can dive back into your friend’s bickering, which you can hear faintly in the background, more people come up to greet you. Many of whom you don’t know. Some are prospective students; others are more recruiters.

You’re talking to different people for what feels like ages before the crowd finally slows down. Your friends left a few minutes ago, telling you they’ll arrange a time you can all hang out.

You’re backstage to gather your belongings and clothes when there’s a soft knock on the open door.

“I’m almost done,” you announce, figuring it’s Dr. Lim coming to tell you to hurry so he can lock the theatre.

“Take your time, Cherry.”

Your hands pause in reaching for a garment bag, gaze whizzing to see the person.

Seungcheol stands in the doorway with a small bouquet of flowers. They’re a mix of reds, pinks, and greens. It’s beautiful.

Too nervous about the show earlier, you finally take in his attire. He’s wearing an all-black suit, the undershirt being a turtleneck. You saw his new hairstyle while on stage, but it still surprises you to see it up close.

He looks stunning.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, a little shocked to see him.

He smiles, walking farther into the room. “I wanted to give you these.”

He holds out the bouquet. You stare at it a little too long because Seungcheol starts to chuckle.

“Not the ones you like?” he teases. He begins to set them down on a nearby table, but you stop him. You take it in your free hand, the other occupied with other items.

“They’re pretty,” you reassure. “Thank you.”

He grins when you finally accept them. In exchange, he grabs your belongings from you. You tilt the flowers to your face, breathing in their fresh smell and grinning slightly.

“Your collection was incredible,” he says.

“You think so?” you hum, eyes glancing at the clothes which are hanging in bags.

“The best out there.”

You smile. “You sound a little biased, Seungcheol.”

“Maybe,” he shrugs, “but I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

Silence fills the room as you both stare at each other. His eyes drift to your body. You feel a little shy, and the need to fill the silence grows. You want to ask what took him so long to come into the theatre, but that would mean you were actively looking for him. It would also mean Hajun would most likely be mentioned if he decided to go into detail. That topic could wait until tomorrow. You’re enjoying being able to talk to him like you used to, albeit a little more consciously.

“D-do you like it?” you ask in lieu.

Seungcheol’s eyes move back to yours.

“You made this?” he asks, gesturing to your dress.

You nod.

“You’re very talented,” he praises. “Though that was evident earlier… You look beautiful, Yn.”

Something about hearing your real name from his mouth has the compliment’s meaning more impactful.

“I do?” you ask, shifting your weight.

“I’ve never heard you so doubtful before,” he observes with a gentle grin. “First about your designs, and now about your looks.”

He reaches out to you, and for a split second, you think he’s going to caress your face. Instead, he grazes his fingers over the cape’s fabric.

“You do look pretty,” he hums. His eyes scan the material, gaze softening as if recalling something bittersweet.

“Jeonghan bought it for me,” you state. You’re not sure why you disclose that information. Why does it matter to Seungcheol if Jeonghan gifted the fabric to you? He probably doesn’t care. The air just felt too suffocating to stay silent.

“That’s nice of him,” he mutters before pulling away. Maybe you’re imagining it, but he sounds more monotone than before.

“Y-yeah.”

Another pause.

“Actually, I should probably change out of it. Do you mind?” you ask. You expect him to make a joke of “having seen it all already,” but he doesn’t.

“Oh, yeah. Of c-course,” he answers, turning around.

You wait a few seconds to ensure he isn’t going to peek before finding your bag with your spare clothes. The dress you don is too long to wear outside. You don’t want it to get snagged on anything; plus, you’ll probably get your foot tangled in the fabric in the car later.

You quickly change into a simple dress and sneakers, stuffing your red dress in another garment bag.

“Okay, I’m done,” you announce.

Seungcheol turns slowly. He takes in your new outfit, and if you didn’t squirm and look away, you would’ve spotted the little smile on his lips.

“Do you need help cleaning up?” he asks, glancing around the room. It’s mostly empty. You just need to carry the clothes back to your car.

“You don’t have to stay. Thank you for the flowers,” you say.

“Well, I’m not letting you walk to your car alone,” he replies.

“I’ll be fine. The campus is well-lit.”

Seungcheol eyes you, mouth pursing to tell you he doesn’t care.

You sigh and hold out the bouquet, knowing he isn’t going to leave. “Hold these.”

He does so and watches as you drape the garment bags over a table. You start to dissemble the clothing rack.

“I could’ve done that,” Seungcheol says.

“I’m sure you’re capable, but it’s quicker if I do it. I know how to take it apart,” you reason. You place the pieces in the bag they came in, zipping it and placing the strap on your shoulder.

“Let me,” Seungcheol offers.

“I don’t know,” you say slowly, stepping away. “You look awfully pretty holding those flowers.”

And he does.

His dark clothes and hair contrasting with the bright colors of the flowers, create a pleasing sight.

Upon hearing your teasing tone, he grins. “You look prettier with them, so take them.”

He holds out the object, but you shake your head. You hang the clothes over your arms despite his second protest.

“I need a good view on our walk to my car,” you explain and start to move to the door. He follows reluctantly.

Somehow along the journey, you end up swapping items anyway. You now hold the bouquet, unable to stop taking several whiffs. You can’t remember if you’ve ever gotten flowers before. Maybe one or two, but never a whole bouquet.

Seungcheol packs your car carefully, ensuring he doesn’t accidentally destroy any of your outfits. They’re all protected in bags, but that doesn’t make them invincible.

“Are we still meeting tomorrow?” he asks when you’re seated in your car; your window is rolled down to talk to him. He has one hand resting on the roof of your car as he peers in.

“If you’re still willing to,” you reply.

“I am,” he answers.

“Okay.”

A pause.

“Will you text me when you get home?” he asks.

“You don’t need—”

“Or I can tail you. It’s your choice, Cherry.”

You exhale audibly.

“I’ll text you,” you decide.

He smiles. “I thought so.”

He stands up to leave, telling you a goodbye you barely register as you debate something in your head.

“Wait, Ch-Seungcheol,” you call and peek your head out.

He pauses in his steps to look back.

“Will you… text me when you get home, too?” you ask hesitantly. The question shouldn’t make you nervous, but it does. Maybe because it’s a hint that you still care about him.

The corner of Seungcheol’s mouth rises, a gentle chuckle escaping into the night.

“Yes.”

The simple word has you reflecting your own grin, giving him a final wave as he walks to his car, which is easily visible due to the nearly-empty lot. You wait for him to get into his vehicle before you leave.

You [10:48 PM]: Home.

Choi Seungcheol [10:56 PM]: good

You [10:57 PM]: Are you texting and driving, or are you home as well?

Choi Seungcheol [10:57 PM]: home (:

You [10:58 PM]: Did you forget to tell me?

Choi Seungcheol [10:59 PM]: no i just got home

You [10:59 PM]: Okay.

You [10: 59 PM]: Thank you for coming and for the flowers.

Choi Seungcheol [11:00 PM]: u dont need to thank me. i enjoyed it

You [11:01 PM]: Still… Goodnight, Seungcheol.

Choi Seungcheol [11:01 PM]: sweet dreams cherry

The trek to Seungcheol’s apartment door is grave.

As much as you try to push away the last memories you had here, they’re difficult to ignore. Each step makes the feelings resurface. You just wish this visit won’t end in the same way. His words from that day still sting, but you’re tired of staying in the past. The short interaction with him last night reminds you of how nice it is to be around him when you aren’t fending off his business friends. It spurs the hope you once felt that you could somehow make it work with him.

Seungcheol had messaged you earlier that something had come up and asked to meet at his apartment instead of the café. You were hesitant at first, but he reassured you he wasn’t going to offer a ride. It’s a bit silly that the decision is based on whether he is driving you, but you feel more comfortable knowing you don’t have to rely on him if things go awry.

Seungcheol opens the door with a kind smile.

“Come in,” he greets, stepping to the side.

You move past him and take off your shoes while he shuts and locks the door.

“I’m sorry about the change in plans, I—”

Your scream has him halting.

You hastily push yourself behind Seungcheol, shoving your back against the wall and clutching his shirt roughly.

The abrupt yank on his clothes has Seungcheol stumbling backward. His hands come up to steady himself on the wall, trying not to crush you.

You hold him close to your body as a shield.

“Get it away! Please, Cheol! Make it leave!” you yelp frantically.

“W-what? What’s wrong?!” Seungcheol asks, completely startled by your sudden outburst. He tries to turn to face you, but your strong grip on his shirt limits his range of motion. “It’s only… Oh.”

Seungcheol laughs.

A chorus of “ha’s” that has you hitting his back in frustration.

“Cheol!” you whine when a loud woof sounds in the room.

“I didn’t know you were scared of dogs,” he muses.

In front of Seungcheol is a big, furry dog. The breed is unknown to you, but that’s the least of your worries. You truly don’t give a fuck. You just need it gone.

“Well, I am, so make it go away!” you cry and give his muscular back another thud.

“Okay, okay. Let go, Cherry,” he chuckles. You slowly release him, keeping your body one with the wall.

“Come on, Cho, let’s give Cherry some space,” he says cheerfully to the dog; the pitch is higher than before. Why does the beast get to hear that tone from him?

“It’s staring at me,” you huff, eyes on the animal carefully.

“He’s just interested in you,” Seungcheol chuckles, hand rubbing the dog’s head. He moves away and tries to call the dog to him, but it doesn't listen.

Another yelp comes from your lips when it starts to walk toward you again. Seungcheol kneels down and holds onto its chest instead, almost as if he’s hugging it.

“Go to my bedroom; I’ll be there in a second,” he instructs kindly.

“It’s going to chase me,” you say.

He laughs softly. “I’m holding onto him. You’re safe.”

“Are you sure?” you ask cautiously.

“Yes. Go on,” he smiles encouragingly, nodding in the direction of his room.

Slowly, you push away from the wall. You stay a good distance from the beast in Seungcheol’s arms. As if it wants to tease you, it barks at you. That lights a fire under your ass that makes you break out into a sprint.

You shut his door in a hurry.

You step away from the entry in case the dog decides to knock it down. As you unwind, your eyes scan his room. Nothing has really changed—not that it should’ve. While his bathroom door is ajar, his closet is on full display. You don’t think anything of it, but then your eyes catch on to something red. He has red in his closet, so the color isn’t what intrigues you. What catches your attention is that it’s a dress.

A red dress in Seungcheol’s closet.

You shouldn’t be touching his stuff without his permission, but your hand reaches out on its own. You carefully graze your fingers over the material. The silk is smooth under your touch. It feels good against your skin.

There’s a bag hanging off the hanger. You should stop while you can—snooping never ends well for anyone. Yet, that doesn’t halt your hands from removing the bag and peering inside. It’s empty except for a receipt.

You figure it’s for the dress; however, the name of the place at the top isn’t a clothing store.

It’s a fabric store.

Seungcheol’s door suddenly opens, jolting you from your spot, paper still in hand.

“Are you okay? I would’ve put him in another room if I had known you were scar—”

His eyes fall onto your hand. They grow slightly, and he stands still.

You take the moment to look back at it, scanning the item to try to figure out what it’s for. Before you can examine it for long, it’s pulled from your grasp.

“What’s that for?” you ask as he stuffs it in the pocket of his jeans.

“Nothing. Why are you looking through my stuff?” he questions back. His tone isn’t unkind, but it’s not as cordial as it was before.

You can lie about it, but it was in a bag you deliberately opened. Unless he forgot where he put it, he would know the truth.

“I was curious,” you answer truthfully.

“It’s not polite to look through people’s things,” he scolds and walks to his closet door. He starts to shut it, but you can’t move past the mysterious dress.

“Are you seeing someone?” you wonder. There’s something sharp prodding your heart at the possibility. Perhaps it shouldn’t matter. Maybe you’re just here to mend a broken platonic friendship rather than a romantic one. You were never his to begin with, but something breaks in your chest at the idea of the opportunity being taken from you.

Suddenly, “Are you dating Hajun?”

All those times you pushed him away… Were you pushing him into her arms instead? Is that why he never let go of her? But he didn’t sound like her boyfriend in the theatre’s lobby.

Seungcheol finishes shutting his closet door before he focuses on you. His eyes dance across your face for a moment. You can’t tell what he’s thinking.

“What makes you think that?” he asks. He moves to sit on the bed, patting the space beside him, but you shake your head. You don’t want to be close to him right now.

“The dress,” you trail off, “in your closet.”

He releases a dispirited exhale.

“It’s not hers,” he says.

The grip around your heart loosens an inch but still holds on tightly.

“Hana’s?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“Let’s resolve our other issues before we get into another, okay?” he suggests.

Your eyebrows furrow. “So, the dress would cause another issue?”

“Hasn’t it already?” he sighs. “You weren’t meant to see that.”

You scoff, arms crossing. “I would’ve never guessed.”

Seungcheol frowns at your sarcasm.

“We can talk about it later.”

“Why dance around the topic? Just tell me if you’re seeing someone,” you argue.

“Why?” he replies, eyebrow quirking.

“Because—” I want to know if there’s a chance for us. “—that would explain the dress.”

“Just dro—”

“What’s the big deal?”

“It’s—”

“Just tell me.”

“Cherry,” Seungcheol groans.

“Yes or no. It’s simple.”

“No.”

“No, you’re not dating, or no, you don’t want to answer me?”

“No, I’m not dating anyone.”

You narrow your eyes at him. Some relief floods in your chest, but there’s still something odd about the wardrobe addition.

“Then—”

“It’s yours,” he finally huffs out, irritation laced in his tone.

That shuts you up successfully.

“It’s for you,” he sighs, voice softer, and stands up. “Or, it was for you.”

He pulls open his closet and takes the garment off its hanger. He grabs one of your hands and places the item in it. Before you can get a proper grip on it, Seungcheol lets go which forces you to clutch it quickly.

“Wha-What do you mean? I-I didn’t leave this here. I’ve never worn this. I—”

Seungcheol shakes his head. “It’s new. I got it before… before our fight. It was supposed to be a surprise for you.”

Your eyes drift to the dress in your hands, lifting it up to see it better. It’s nothing too flashy, but it’s still beautiful with its simplicity.

That pang in your heart comes back but for a different reason.

“You’re not just saying this as an excuse, right?” you ask, the thought bubbling in your mind.

He gently takes the dress from you, laying it out on one side of the bed while guiding you to the other. He sits you down.

“No,” he answers. “I’m telling you the truth. It’s yours if you want it—no strings attached. If not, I can donate it.”

Your eyes move back to the clothing item.

“Why did you get it for me?” you ask and look at him.

Seungcheol rakes a hand through his hair, ears turning a light pink. “I was going to ask you on a date.”

“Y-you were?” you stammer, eyes wide. You’ve always wondered if what he told you while you were crying in his arms was true or if it was all just said in the heat of the moment. Your heart races knowing he meant them. He really did like you then.

“And I was going to ask you to wear this,” he explains, eyes moving from yours.

You continue to stare at him, flabbergasted. His plan was sweet, and part of you feels bad for having ruined it. Though, that wasn’t entirely your fault.

You’re not sure how to respond. You feel utterly honored that he got you a dress for your potential first date with him. However, you don’t know where you stand right now. Unresolved issues still hang in the air.

“Let’s talk about something else, then get back to this, alright?” he tries again.

This time, you nod.

“I know I already apologized, but I truly am sorry for what I said here last time,” he begins.

“Were you really just joking?” you wonder.

“It was a mix, honestly. I was a little shocked at the thought of you never having sex before.”

You frown but try to keep your emotions in control. “Why?”

“Because I’ve heard you’ve gotten around.” He winces as the words come out. You glance in your lap for a second, grabbing the hem of your skirt to play with it.

“From who?”

You aren’t too surprised to hear this information. You have plenty of “enemies” on campus. One of them was bound to start rumors. Hell, you have a few exes that go to the university, so they could’ve spread false information too.

“Several people,” he speaks softly so he doesn’t hurt your feelings. “I actually knew about you before we met at Jeonghan’s.”

“Really?” you question and look at him again.

“Yeah, but I heard about you a lot more when Hajun and Hana realized who you were,” he explains. “I guess their words stuck without me knowing.”

Your lips dip down. “Did you believe them?”

You hold your breath as you wait for his reply. You already have a feeling Hajun and Hana have talked enough shit about you to fill two whole toilets, but their opinion of you isn’t the one that matters.

Seungcheol sighs, gaze drifting from you and then away.

“I’ve never seen you act the way they described, so not completely,” he answers.

“Not completely?” you repeat.

“There was always that thought in the back of my head… Wondering if you just wanted to sleep with me.”

A scoff. “You thought that even when I kept pushing you away at the start?”

“Maybe you were playing hard to get,” he attempts to reason.

“No, I was genuinely annoyed,” you say.

“Ouch,” he frowns.

“Also, need I remind you that you were the one that kept approaching me?” you add.

Seungcheol leans back on one hand, the other running through his hair again.

“I know,” he says. “I think I just heard Hajun and Hana talk so much that the thought was just always there because of them. I never saw the person I heard about… Well, you weren’t always nice, which I also heard.”

You roll your eyes, not truly irritated at his last comment since it isn’t entirely false. “I’m not one to play along if I don’t like you.”

“I’m aware,” he answers, a small smile on his lips.

“Why did you stay friends with them when they said bad things about me?” you question next.

“Like I said that day, I had known them a long time, and we were in a project together.”

You recall his reasoning, but you still want to ask. “That’s it?”

“Why do you think I did it?”

“Because you agreed with their views on me,” then you mutter, “or maybe because you liked Hajun.”

Seungcheol’s eyebrows angle downward. “I’ve never felt anything romantic toward Hajun, and I didn’t believe them.”

“Did it not bother you when they said that stuff?” you ask.

“It did. I really did tell them to stop when you weren’t around,” he answers. “It’s not easy to let go of people you’ve known for years.”

“I beg to differ,” you huff.

“Would you ditch Dae if she spoke badly about me constantly?” he questions.

You tilt your head. “That would mean I have to care about you a lot.”

“Don’t you?” he teases lightly, leaning toward you.

You smile small. “More than her? No.”

“Breaking my heart, Cherry,” he chuckles and pulls away. He inhales deeply and then continues. “I was hoping something would change, and you would all get along.”

“I told you it would never have worked out,” you reply.

“Wishful thinking,” he shrugs.

You nod, moving your gaze again. An important question lingers in your mind. You want to ask, but you’re truly nervous about his answer. At one point, you would’ve found a way for it to work, but now, you don’t know if you can.

“Ask me,” Seungcheol coaxes softly. You glance at him, wondering how he knows you have a question for him.

He chuckles. “I know there’s more running in that pretty head of yours.”

Taking a deep breath, you nod.

“Are you still talking to them?”

He was just talking to Hajun yesterday, so you aren’t going to be surprised if he says yes.

“No, I’m not,” he answers sternly.

That shocks you more.

“Y-you’re not?”

He chuckles, shaking his head.

“I realized I care about you more than I do them,” he says, echoing your earlier words. “I choose you. I’ve always chosen you in the end—even if it didn’t feel like it.“

You’re on the edge of inwardly celebrating. It’s relieving to finally hear he has cut ties with the people who made your life miserable.

“I-I saw you… I mean, I heard you yesterday with Hajun at the theatre,” you confess.

It’s his turn for his eyes to open bigger. “Nothing happened between us.”

“What was she talking about with your grades?” you ask, recalling how she used that against you.

Seungcheol rubs his temples. “I just got a low test score. It really isn’t a big deal.”

“Because of me?” You frown.

“No,” he’s quick to reassure, “it had nothing to do with you.”

“But Hajun said—”

“She was just finding excuses for me not to be there,” he explains. “Her words didn’t mean anything. I’ve gotten low grades before.”

“She seemed serious,” you argue.

“Because she was,” he sighs.

“Do you really think she was looking out for you?”

Seungcheol rubs at the back of his neck. “Sort of, but I also think she was exaggerating things to make you seem worse.”

“I’m sorry if I distracted you from your studies. I should’ve left you alone,” you apologize, averting your gaze.

Seungcheol reaches out to grab one of your hands. You look at him when you feel his touch.

“Even if you tried, I would’ve kept bugging you,” he replies. His words make you feel a little better, but you still feel guilty despite him saying it isn’t your fault.

“Why would you have?” you ask.

He smiles kindly, eyes softening at the thought of his reply.

“Because I liked you and wanted to get to know you more.”

Your face heats at his words, or maybe it’s because your body is tingling with his skin against yours. Regardless, you feel the butterflies awaken in your stomach.

“Do you—do you still,” you trail off, feeling anxious at the question.

“Do I what?” he presses gently. His thumb glides against the top of your hand.

You stare at his floor when you continue slowly, “Do you still like me?”

There’s a moment of silence before you feel his fingers against your chin. He guides you to look at him; he’s staring at you as if he cherishes and adores you.

It’s the same look he had when he was watching both of your friends at the restaurant. It’s difficult to believe he’s giving that gaze to you now.

You can’t tear your eyes from him.

“I like you very much,” he declares confidently.

Your mouth twitches as you try to suppress your smile, but it’s pointless. Your lips stretch until they hurt.

Seungcheol mimics your grin. “Do you like me?”

At one point, you would’ve profusely denied it. You’ve been pushing away those tempting thoughts for so long that you can’t do it anymore. There is something about Seungcheol that you can’t shake off.

It could be the way he always holds the door open for you. It could be that he always takes care of you—carrying you so you won’t hurt your feet, offering his home when you need it, holding your belongings so you have to lift as few fingers as possible. Or perhaps it could be the way he makes you feel like your head is in the clouds.

You always thought you’d want a partner who you didn’t constantly argue with, but you found the light bantering between you two entertaining. Sure, it does get under your skin at times, but you never stay truly mad at him.

Seungcheol makes you feel special. He makes you feel wanted.

He makes you feel loved.

So, with the smile still etched on your face, you answer, “Yes. I like you.”

Seungcheol’s eyes go from quarter moons to waxing crescents. Small wrinkles form as his mouth widens to a gummy smile. The happiness on his face has your heart skipping.

“May I kiss you?” he asks, eyes hopeful.

You nod without hesitation. “Please.”

Seungcheol’s lips still have the same effect as before. It takes your breath away and makes you giddy.

He moves a hand to the back of your neck, pulling you closer until you are nearly on his lap. The position doesn’t offer you much balance since you’re trying not to knee him in the jewels.

You start to pull away when you feel your body slipping off the edge of the mattress.

“Wait, Cheol—” you try to warn, but it’s too late.

You tumble to the floor, dragging him with you.

You both land with a thump as you’re pulled from each other.

Seungcheol’s booming laugh echoes in his room, causing your own stomach to hurt from giggling.

“Are you okay?” he asks between breaths while sitting up. You stand from the floor, straightening out your clothes. He follows you up.

“Yeah,” you reply. “You?”

“I’m fine,” he reassures.

You jump when the dog outside barks at the noise. Seungcheol smiles at you and reaches out to give you a comforting pat.

“Relax, Cherry. Cho isn’t going to hurt you. He’s a big baby,” Seungcheol soothes.

“It didn’t look like one,” you huff, recalling the size of the animal.

Seungcheol guides you back to the bed.

“Do you have any more questions for me?” he asks, easing back into the somber conversation.

You pause as you think. When nothing comes up, you shake your head.

“Do you?” you offer.

“Three,” he answers.

You breathe slowly, preparing yourself for them. “Okay, what’s your first?”

“What else did Hajun tell you by the restroom?” he wonders.

“Oh,” you mumble, not expecting that. You go back to that memory in your head. “A-are you sure you want to know?”

Seungcheol's face grows serious, head nodding curtly.

“She said you left me because I was a slut. She told me you said I was the ‘worst fuck you’ve ever had,’ and she called me worthless,” you pause as Seungcheol’s jaw clenches and eyes narrow. If you weren’t talking about someone else, you would be worried to see such an intense stare.

“She said you were trying to get rid of me, and the only way you could do that was to sleep with me… Since you know, I just need ‘something between my legs to be satisfied’.”

He’s quiet for a moment. Usually, it doesn’t bother you, but combined with his stare makes you shift uncomfortably.

“I didn’t say any of that. I hope you know that. She made that up,” he says, expression easing when he speaks to you. “I wasn’t even going to say anything, but she kept wondering why you weren’t around. I just told her we had a falling out, and that’s it.”

From the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice, you believe him.

“I believe you,” you voice aloud.

His once-tensed shoulders relax at your words. “I never wanted you to leave. I never wanted to hurt you. You’re not any of the names she called you.”

“Thanks,” you murmur. Although you’ve been trying to ignore Hajun’s words the past few days, you feel better knowing Seungcheol’s true feelings.

“I’m still sorry,” he says.

“I know. I forgive you,” you respond, hand resting on his thigh.

“You don’t have to. I know what I said was disgusting and rude.”

“It was,” you concur, “but I’m willing to forgive you because I don’t think you mean what you said.”

And now he won’t have those toxic people whispering lies in his ears.

“I don’t,” he repeats. “I think people are intimidated by your confidence. You know what you want, and you know your identity, while some people don’t. It scares them, so they take it out on you. They’re jealous of you.”

“It sounds like you're buttering my biscuits, Mr. Choi,” you hum as you listen to him analyze the people who dislike you.

“I’m just being honest,” he says, a slight frown on his lips.

“I appreciate it,” you reply more earnestly. You’re grateful he confirmed he didn’t think those negative thoughts about you. You feel you can circle around the topic for hours, so you ask for the second question.

“Do you like Jeonghan?” Seungcheol asks.

That takes you by surprise. “No, why do you ask?”

You almost laugh at the idea of dating Jeonghan, but you refrain from it. You don’t want Seungcheol to think his question is stupid even if it is.

“You two just seem close,” he says.

“I tolerate him more,” you explain. “I only like you. Now, next question.”

“Wait, I want to make sure you don’t like hi—Hmph!”

Your lips meet his to stop his sentence. He melts quickly against your mouth, a hand reaching out to your waist. You pull away before it can go any further.

“I would never kiss Jeonghan like that,” you smile.

Seungcheol grimaces at the image you put in his head. “That doesn’t mean you don’t like him.”

“So, I would like that fool, but not kiss him?” you wonder. “Okay. Then I like you, but we can’t kiss anymore.”

“What?” he asks, startled.

“If I can like Jeonghan and not kiss him, then I can like you and not kiss you.”

The corner of Seungcheol’s mouth pushes down. His lips purse slightly when he speaks, “Alright, I get it. I believe you. Kiss me.”

“No,” you say defiantly.

“If you like me, then you’ll kiss me,” he explains.

“But you just said—”

“I lied. You have to kiss the people you like,” he corrects quickly, leaning toward you.

“Is that so?” you ask, a mischievous smirk forming on your lips.

Not having a good feeling with the look on your face, Seungcheol sulks, “You only like me, so that means you can only kiss me.”

You smile at hearing his dragged-out words.

“Is that the rule?” you tease.

“Yes,” he huffs.

“Then I guess I can kiss you,” you say. However, you don’t move from your spot.

Seungcheol fusses, “Now, baby.”

“Oh,” you giggle. “Fine.”

You move in closer, smiling when he meets you halfway. The kiss doesn’t last long as you pull away to ask for his third question.

His tongue darts across his bottom lip as he stares at you. His gaze is solemn, and you mentally prepare yourself for what he has to ask.

“It hurt me to know I caused you pain,” he starts slowly. “I never wanted you to think I believed the rumors about you, but I guess they had an effect on me that I wasn’t conscious of. I regretted everything I told you that day the second it came from my mouth. I was so desperate to fix my mistakes that I didn’t take the moment to think.”

You watch him intently. Each word is taken in with great care, trying to push aside the initial feelings of anger and hurt to hear him objectively.

“I know I made a mistake by keeping them my friends for so long. I just wanted things to work out, and I wanted you all to see the good in each other. I know that sounds a little cliché, but it’s true… Maybe I just didn’t want to choose between you all,” he pauses to take a breath.

“Though, most of all, I wanted to know you more. Despite not having the best first impression, I realized quickly you weren’t what people made you out to be. Along the way, I started to see you as more than a friend, but I had trouble finding the right moment to see things through. Then I fucked it up, and I didn’t think I could fix it… but you’re here now. And we’ve talked things through.”

You nod to show you understand what he’s saying.

“So, where do we stand?” he finally asks.

“I’m sure we could go around each other for days, but I’m ready to move on. I was fully prepared to never talk to you again, but I couldn’t,” you stop gradually, not sure if you want to disclose your next thoughts.

“You couldn’t talk to me?” he asks, confused.

Sighing, “No. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Oh,” he replies, a small smile on his lips.

“Don’t get too happy now. They weren’t all good thoughts.”

“I know,” his smile faltering, “but there were some good ones?”

“Yeah… There were good ones too,” you reply softly.

Seungcheol takes your hands in his, shuffling closer.

“What were they about?” he ponders.

You squeeze his hands. “Your smile.”

At your answer, his lips begin to lift again.

“How you held me,” you continue.

Seungcheol takes that as an invitation to push you back against his pillows. You smile, raising your arms to wrap around his neck as he presses his body against yours. One of his hands snakes under your back while the other rests on the mattress so he doesn’t squish you completely.

“How you kissed me,” you whisper.

The man above you grins wider, pecking your lips tenderly. You chase his lips, and he grants you a lingering kiss before pulling away.

“And most importantly, how you made me feel.”

Seungcheol rubs your back gently. “And how did I make you feel?”

“Like I was yours,” you murmur as your face warms at the confession.

“Will you be mine? Officially?” he asks, gaze darting back and forth between your eyes.

You wonder if he can feel your racing heart against his chest.

“Yes,” you say. “Officially.”

He chuckles, pressing his mouth on yours as if to really make it official.

Your mouths move languidly. You can feel his hair fall around your face, tickling your cheeks. Smiling, you tuck the strands behind his ears and then keep your palms cupping his cheeks.

When you adjust a leg to wrap around his lower back, he moves the hand under you to rub your bare thigh—exposed by your skirt. His hand trails up and down your skin for a moment until it goes lower. He grabs your ass, massaging it over your panties. His lips slip from yours to kiss along your jawline until he finds your neck. You have no doubt that you’ll end up having to hide a purple mark later.

Both your clothes are off in a matter of seconds. Seungcheol’s hands move across your body, exploring each bump and crevice as if it’s his first time. However, you’re no different. You feel like you’ve touched every part of him, yet you still want more.

Your soft moans fill the room when he scatters kisses down your body before latching his mouth on your clit. His hair quickly becomes tangled as you grab it. Your hips roll against his face, chest rising and falling as you get closer to your high.

His fingers accompany his mouth, pumping and scissoring in your wet hole. His raspy voice sounds sexy as he praises you when you come, but his moans are sexier. His eyes are hooded, drinking up everything you give him until you lax on his mattress.

You don’t even realize he put away your new red dress and slipped on a condom until a dip in the bed catches your attention. Your vision is coming back to you gradually. Seeing Seungcheol with messy hair and his lower face covered in your juices has you pouncing on him.

His laughter rings out, grabbing your face and slotting his mouth against yours while you straddle him. You don’t care that you can taste yourself on his tongue. You just need him to fill you.

You slide your dripping folds along his thick length, making sure it’s coated so he can sink into you easily. And easy it is.

Both your sighs and strangled moans permeate his room. You stare down at him, mouth open as you move your hips. His brows meet; he’s trying to control his breathing. Each drag of his cock against your walls feels heavenly. Although the pace is similar to the first time, it feels different. There’s more meaning with every circle and rock of your hips. Maybe you’re making it up all in your head, but when Seungcheol pulls you down on top of him to hold you as he begins to thrust his hips up, you know you aren’t.

The way he kisses you tells you he feels the same.

There’s less desperation in his movements now. You don’t have to worry about this being the last time. You don’t have to worry about him hooking up with another person. He isn’t available to anyone anymore. He’s loyal. He’s kind.

He’s yours.

Your legs press against his sides, a loud cry tearing from your throat as he pushes you over the edge. Your walls flutter around his cock that’s still gliding inside you.

“Just for me,” he pants. “You’re just for me.”

You nod, spewing a variation of agreements as you cling to him. Your body rubs against his while he keeps thrusting up. Mewls fall from your mouth as you start to become overstimulated.

Seungcheol coos in your ear, telling you he’s close and that you’re a good girl for letting him use you for his pleasure. His hips stutter each time you clench your walls around him.

By the time Seungcheol pulls out, you are a moaning mess. He flips you over, pulls off the condom, then comes onto your stomach and breasts. You’re sure the sight arouses Seungcheol as he fixates on your body.

His fingers run through his seed, spreading it more across your skin. His tongue darts out against your breast. You watch as he trails the wet muscle along your skin, his cum gathering on it until it’s full. Before you understand what he’s doing, he brings his mouth to yours. You open your mouth, greedily drinking what he’s giving to you. You don’t even stop to think how filthy the act is.

Even though you can tell Seungcheol is spent, he still cleans you with a damp towel before snuggling back in bed. You both fall into slumber a few minutes after.

You wake to a sudden cold breeze.

Whining in your sleep, you roll over to snuggle closer to Seungcheol; however, you’re met with empty space. You peel your eyes open reluctantly, leaning up on an elbow to see where he is.

Seungcheol sits on the edge of the bed with a sweatshirt and sweatpants over his body.

You crawl closer until he’s in arm's reach.

“Where are you going?” you murmur as you snake your arms around his wide frame.

He jolts at your abrupt touch but quickly relaxes once he realizes it’s you. He places his arms over yours, craning his neck to see you.

He pecks your lips. “I have to go walk Cho.”

“Can’t it wait?” you ask.

“He,” Seungcheol corrects, to which you roll your eyes. “And unless you want to clean his pee or poop, then no.”

He carefully pulls your arms from around him and stands, leaving you shivering as the cold air hits your bare body.

Seungcheol pauses by the bed when his eyes see your naked torso.

“You do make it hard to leave, though,” he sighs.

You smile and put a hand out for him to grab. He does, and you instantly tug him back onto the bed.

You kiss him quickly, bringing his hands to your chest, covering them so he can’t move away.

“Stay,” you say between kisses.

“Baby,” he protests while squeezing your breasts. His lips purse every time you lean in for another kiss. You grin in hopes you’re convincing him.

“I have,” a kiss, “to go,” a second kiss, “walk the dog.”

You finally stop your torrent of smooches to pout at him.

He chuckles at your expression. “You’re welcome to join.”

“I rather not get mauled,” you scoff and try to pull him closer, but he resists you this time.

“Why are you scared of them?” he wonders.

“I got attacked by one as a kid, and they never are friendly to me.”

“My poor baby,” he coos as he brushes your cheek. “Don’t worry, Cho is really sweet. Why don’t you meet him? Let him sniff you and then I’ll go walk him quickly.”

You shake your head frantically. “I don’t want it—him anywhere near me.”

“I promise you’ll be fine, but I understand. Maybe another time, okay?” he replies.

You nod and let your arms fall when he pushes off the bed.

“I’ll just be a few minutes,” he informs while walking to the door.

“Okay,” you mutter and pull the covers over your body. He smiles at you before pushing open the door. Your body freezes when you see black fur at the entrance.

“Hey, sweet boy,” Seungcheol greets the animal happily. He stops the dog from coming inside the room, giving him a few pats and ruffles of the fur before easing him backward. “No, she’s not ready to say hi yet. Come on, let’s go out. You wanna go for a walk?”

Your body relaxes at hearing Seungcheol’s light voice. You’ve never heard it before, and you realize there’s still more to learn about the man.

The door shuts softly. The last thing you see is the dog jumping excitedly as he runs out of view. You hear Seungcheol laugh.

It dawns on you that you don’t know when he got the animal. He definitely wasn’t here the last time you were here. Does this mean you’ll have to stop coming to his apartment now? He spoke highly of the dog, and you trusted Seungcheol to keep you safe, but animals can be unpredictable. Still, you can tell how much Seungcheol likes him.

As instructed, Seungcheol comes back ten minutes later.

“So, how much did you miss me?” he teases while raking a hand through his hair. He takes off his sweatshirt, giving your eyes something to stare at as he walks toward you.

You stop him when he begins to climb into the bed. “Wait.”

“Did something happen while I was gone?” he questions, playfulness replaced with concern.

“No, I just,” you breathe in slowly, “I’d like to meet your dog.”

His eyes grow. “There’s no pressure to do so.”

“I don’t want to be run off by your dog anytime I come here,” you grumble. “Just a quick sniff; that’s all he gets.”

Seungcheol laughs and raises a hand to rub circles against your back. “I forgot to tell you that Cho isn’t mine. My brother had an emergency and needed me to look after him for a few days.”

“Oh,” you hum.

“So, you want to come back here?” he asks, recalling that part of your sentence.

“If you want me here,” you bashfully answer.

He leans down to kiss your forehead, easing your nerves.

“You can come over whenever you want,” he offers. “I would prefer it actually.”

“Why?”

You expect a sweet response, but instead, he just smirks and says, “Because I need someone to clean the place.”

You scoff, smacking at his chest and rolling your eyes.

“Kidding, kidding,” he laughs. He grabs your hand when you go to hit him again. He tugs you closer for a playful kiss, nipping at your bottom lip. “Do you still want to meet Cho?”

“Are you sure he won’t bite off my hand?” you ask.

“I’m sure,” he replies confidently.

Hesitantly, you nod. “Okay then.”

Seungcheol smiles and leaves you with a kiss on the cheek. Like before, the dog greets Seungcheol as soon as the door opens. His tail is wagging, and his mouth is open as he breathes.

“Cherry wants to say hello,” he tells the dog, slowly guiding the animal closer to the bed. Your body is rigid, and you clutch the sheets to your chest. You just hope this isn’t going to be your end.

“Sit,” Seungcheol commands. You watch as Cho does so.

“Okay, hold out your hand, palm down. Yes, just like that. Breathe, baby, it’s okay,” Seungcheol instructs you softly. You glance away but quickly look back. Maybe you can pull your hand away quickly enough before he chomps.

The dog leans his head close, nose wiggling as he sniffs your hand. The few seconds it takes feels like half an hour. Suddenly, the dog’s tongue sticks out. The act coats your hand in slobber, and you screech as you tug your hand to your chest hastily, thinking he bit you.

“It’s okay, Cherry. You’re okay,” Seungcheol soothes you, sitting on the bed. He puts the dog between his legs as he rubs your arm softly. You pull your hand back, sighing with relief when you see it still intact.

“Cho just licked you,” Seungcheol explains.

“S-sorry,” you say, eyes searching for the dog. He sits staring up at Seungcheol with his tail wagging. The pet isn’t lunging at Seungcheol or nibbling off his flesh.

“It’s okay. You did good, baby,” Seungcheol praises, giving you a kiss on the cheek as a reward. “I’m going to take him out, okay?”

You place a hand on his arm. “Has he ever bit you?”

Seungcheol glances at Cho and shakes his head. He gives the pup a loving head rub. “He’s just a big baby. He’s well-behaved. He’s even good with kids.”

“Has he ever bit your brother?”

“I don’t believe so,” he replies.

You peer down at Cho once more. You’re still scared of him, but seeing how much he likes being around Seungcheol, you feel a little bad kicking him out again; especially, since he doesn’t have anybody out there to keep him company.

“H-he can stay if he doesn’t come close to me,” you say cautiously.

“He’ll be fine out, it’s okay,” Seungcheol reassures.

“I trust what you say about him. He seems… okay.”

Seungcheol grins, slowly letting the dog go before climbing into bed. “He is.”

The dog stands, shakes out his fur, and then does something that has you clutching onto Seungcheol. Cho jumps on the bed.

“Oh god, he’s going to eat me,” you cry. Seungcheol wraps an arm around your body, pulling you close. He rubs your arm tenderly.

“No, he’s not,” he laughs. You watch as the dog walks around himself once before plopping down. Luckily, he’s on Seungcheol’s side. Cho rests his head on the bed, watching you both. His tail wags a little, but not as much as before.

“He just wanted to sleep up here. Is that okay?” Seungcheol asks you.

“You let him up here?” you question, knowing some people don’t like their pets on their beds.

Seungcheol shrugs. “The covers are dirty anyway. Might as well let him have a comfy place to nap. Speaking of, do you want to stay the night?”

“That’d be nice,” you smile at him.

You reach for the purse you brought when you first ran from Cho. You tap on your phone to see it’s nearly four in the evening. You didn’t realize how long it’s been since you arrived at eleven.

“Unfortunately, I’m not the best cook, so we may have to do takeout,” Seungcheol says shyly.

You giggle, sending a quick message to your sister that you won’t be home tonight.

“I can cook,” you offer.

Seungcheol looks at you sadly, hand coming up to rub at his neck. “Actually, I only have ramen. I haven’t gotten groceries yet.”

“Oh. I like ramen,” you reply and put your phone down once Seoah replies. Your phone keeps buzzing as she tries to get more information from you, but you simply put the device on Do Not Disturb and place it back in your bag.

“I wanted to treat you to something better than ramen,” Seungcheol says. There’s a faint frown on his lips.

“I don’t mind,” you reassure. “Now, can we sleep a little longer?”

You carefully guide Seungcheol down until his back hits the mattress. After pulling the covers over the both of you, you snuggle against his body.

“I guess I don’t have a choice,” he chuckles as he lets you lay him down. He holds you close, eyes staring at the ceiling as he rubs your back.

“Hm.” You close your eyes, letting the gentle rise and fall of his chest hypnotize you.

“Baby?” Seungcheol asks. You’re on the verge of sleep, but you hum again to let him know you heard him.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

You smile, forcing your eyes open to peer at him. “Can I still wear the dress you got me?”

“You can wear whatever you want, Cherry.”

“Can I pick out an outfit for you, too?” you ask.

“While you have great fashion sense, I’m not sure—” he stops when you begin to plead with your eyes.

“Fuck,” he curses more to himself.

“Please, Cheol?” you ask, voice soft and lips pouting.

“You know I’ll eventually become immune to this, right?” he grumbles.

The way he words it makes it seem like you’ll be around long enough for that possibility to occur. You nuzzle closer at the thought.

“Maybe, but right now you’re not,” you smile wickedly. “What do you say?”

“Fine, alright,” he caves.

You lean up, giving him a big kiss as a thank you. He hums against your mouth. You feel his hands go south, but you quickly stop him.

“It’s sleepy time, not sexy time,” you scold light-heartedly when you pull away.

Seungcheol sighs dramatically but yields. “Hurry and sleep then.”

“You’re not going to run away, are you?” You narrow your eyes.

“Never,” Seungcheol smiles down at you.

Your gaze lingers on his eyes, quickly scanning his face. Finally, you let your mind wander freely. You let yourself indulge in how comfortable you feel around him. You don’t have to ignore those illusions you had produced, nor do you have to convince yourself that you only see him as a friend. You can fulfill those fantasies little by little. You don’t have to hide from your emotions. You already feel lighter at letting go of those conflicting thoughts.

Although Seungcheol jokes about keeping you around to clean, you wind up doing it without being asked. You suppose he knows you won’t be able to handle the clutter.

You’re picking up his discarded jeans when something flutters to the floor when you do so. You bend down to grab it.

It’s the receipt from earlier.

While Seungcheol is in the bathroom, you finally have the chance to examine it.

You notice the fabric store name, having only been there a few times since it isn’t local. Your eyes trail down to the item's name. Although it’s a shortened version of the name, you know what it is.

That brat.

The sound of the bathroom door opening has your eyes snapping up and hand lowering to your side.

“Why did Jeonghan lie to me?” you ask him before he can take two full steps.

Seungcheol looks at you, head tilting and eyebrows knitting.

“What did he lie about?” he questions.

“He didn’t buy that fabric for me,” you scoff and hold out the receipt. “You did.”

Seungcheol’s gaze drops to the paper in your hand. He releases a small exhale.

“It’s not a big deal,” he replies.

“You always say that,” you huff. Your eyes fall back to the receipt, glancing at the price. That makes more sense as to how Jeonghan got it.

“Because it’s true,” he says. He moves to stand in front of you. He carefully takes the receipt from your hand. “I just wanted to give you something you wanted.”

“Why? How’d you even know?”

He folds the paper as he answers, “Dae mentioned it at dinner that one time and Jeonghan told me about it.”

“You didn’t answer the first part,” you call out.

He chuckles softly. “That’s because it should be obvious. It’s because I liked you… I still do.”

“You can like me without buying me expensive things,” you reason.

“I know,” he says. His eyes fall down to the sweater that you wear—it’s his. Your legs are bare and have ankle socks on. “But I still wanted to. So, deal with it, Cherry.”

He gives you a smile before walking away and into the living room. You follow, still weary of Cho and huddling against Seungcheol if he gets too close.

“Hey, wait, you didn’t tell me why Jeonghan lied to me.”

Seungcheol takes two glasses from a cabinet and then shuffles to the fridge. “I asked him to.”

“You? He didn’t steal it or something?” Although you know Jeonghan likes to con others, he isn’t one to steal. Yet, you still want to ask since the whole situation puzzles you.

He laughs, filling the cups with ice as he replies, “No, he’s not like that. I wanted you to have it before the show, but I knew you wouldn’t take it after our fight.”

“You let me think he got it for me,” you state; your lips begin to dip down as you ponder on the thought.

You remember feeling so thankful to Jeonghan for getting it for you. There’s a pang of guilt knowing you were thanking the wrong person. You finally understand the look on Jeonghan’s face when he gifted it to you.

Seungcheol sets the glasses on the counter, grabbing your chin gently to make you look at him. His fingers are chilly, but they feel good against your warm skin.

“I’m just glad you used it, baby,” he says kindly. He lets go of your chin with a smile.

“Cheol,” you call, a hand reaching out for his bicep. He pauses in turning back to the fridge.

Once he is staring at you, you speak, “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry it wasn’t the blue you wanted. It was out of stock, and it would’ve taken too long to ship,” he explains.

You shake your head. “It was perfect. I liked the red more.”

Seungcheol smiles, though one side is lifted as if it’s a borderline smirk.

“I did too. Red looks good on you,” he compliments. One that takes you back to that cursed poetry lounge night. It was the first time he called you Cherry, and you called him Cheol. The first time you were alone with him for longer than fifteen minutes. The first time your body reacted in ways that went beyond the line of friendship.

“So I’ve been told,” you murmur.

“Have you?” he teases. “Whoever said that must be really smart.”

“Yeah, sure—” you begin, only to jump and knock into Seungcheol when Cho unexpectedly rubs his nose against your leg.

Seungcheol’s laugh doesn’t drown out the sound of your thudding heart in your ears, but at least it offers some (annoying) comfort. Cho is going to take some getting used to.

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paixarina · 2 years ago

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Bittersweet

: ̗̀➛ Yeon Dongha Oneshot

"something that once tastes good before is not the same now like it used to"

Dongha gulps with a nervous look on his face.

He tried to stay calm, but the amount of disappointment he holds has reached its limit. What a waste of talent and ambition, he thought.

Despite this, he looks pretty exhausted, with a gloom on his emerald eyes, the loss of his usual entitled, arrogant and superior self, he seems like he has lost any hope at this moment.

"What was Dongha worry about actually?"

Turns out, Dongha was worried after looking at the vote result that he got from his group battle with BAE, his supposed rival or enemy, that he no longer sees as that, but instead another person that he looks up for as important public figures to take note. The vote result is shown how BAE still gets so much support, while his own team, AMPRULE, are yet on the way to pass them.

Dongha still remembers how pissed he was that none of them know his older half-brother's life well. Even he despises Hajun, part of him still wanted to be recognized, which is a younger sibling's instinct, a brotherly love, something that he never got since he was a little kid back then.

He just sighed, instead of wrath and grudge in his heart, he decided to accept his fate. Well, at least he tried his best to win the battle while acknowledging his fans for supporting him and viewing them as they have done their own good to side with AMPRULE.

If AMPRULE wins, that's good for him and his butler, but if AMPRULE loses, he will still accept it respectfully, no matter how hurtful and bitter the truth is.

Because ever since he meets BAE members, he does not antagonize them anymore. Instead, he felt like they are part of the family, even they are just here as guests, especially Hajun.

Now, Dongha started to see the battle as nothing but completely pointless. His hatred to Hajun seems a little bit decreased than before. He lost his own ambition, he lost his arrogance, he feels like the battle is testing his deteriorated self-esteem.

He is now spiralling into his own inner conflict, wondering why he hates Hajun so much in the first place while keeping his unhealthy, hateful obsession to destroy him, as like he needs some attention from him.

It was his father that constantly puts Hajun on a pedestal that caused Dongha to despise him. His father should be the fault, yet unfortunately, Dongha was too blind to accept the truth and now, he was forced to taste his own medicine.

"What's the point for the battle now this time?"

"How could I didn't have a chance to come for reconciliation with Hajun?"

"How could I just realize that my father has brainwashed me to hate Hajun? How could I looked up a man who had thrown away my older half-brother that I tend to call him a mongrel?"

"True Pride? What a joke of the battle song..."

"Bocchama...?"

A soft, worried voice woke Dongha up, it came from none than his faithful butler, Chungsung, who were concerned about how depressed Dongha is, after the battle and their potential loss of their team.

"Ah, Chungsung? Sorry for making you worried, I just got overslept....." Dongha stretched his arm while yawns after his sleep. It seems like he overthinks so much that he ended up falls to sleep at his desk for being tired mentally and physically.

"Bocchama... I hate to say this because it sounds like I will offend you... it seems like we lost from BAE. They are too strong to against us, while we are still left behind to defeat them. Maybe it's my own fault for not making our music very well as them..." Chungsung vents with a sad, disappointed tone.

Dongha just sighed.

"Bocchama... as an apology for not making you a winner in this round, I would like to beg you for the punishment... to show how foolish I am for making you feel ashamed of yourself after this... I feel like I deserved to be beaten up for not being able to fulfill your wishes–"

"–No, that's completely fine."

The butler's words got cut up, as Dongha stops him and sighed. Then, he decided to speak his own feeling with a benevolent tone, instead of furious tone like usual.

"... I will still gonna accept our defeat. I won't punish you at this moment. Instead, I would appreciate your hard work and effort at composing our track for the battle. We may lose and in this close to get eliminated, but at least those who follows AMPRULE are still doing their best to support us."

Chungsung went surprised that the young master didn't punish him. Instead, he gave a compliment as a reward to appreciate his work. Not a punishment, not a torture hell, not using things to hit him up, just an entire rambling about how much he cares for those who have supported AMPRULE.

This is... completely unusual for the young master to give such a mature comment of his defeat.

Chungsung expected that the young master would throw a fit or blaming him for not making him a winner. But here instead, he just didn't care that AMPRULE got defeated, as long as those who supported him are still able to do so, then it's fine.

"I will look forward for the result we got, even though we are this close to be defeated, it does not mean that we are gonna quit. We still have so many plans to do to dominate the world with our music. This is not the end for AMPRULE, we still have the ways to go to be a winner."

Dongha keeps rambling with a more mature tone, which sounds odd and completely off from his usual personality. It seems like he started to be more tolerant to the result.

"Even BAE is our opponent, to me, they deserved the win. We could be them if another battle started again. At least, we still have those who bow down on their knees to support us. As long as they're still able to, I still can dominate the world."

"B-Bocchama......"

Chungsung got moved and teared up by the young master's words that he has to wipe his tears with a handkerchief. Young master acted so wisely today, it's so surprising and unusual than before, he thought. Later, he stands up after kneeling for too long, which where he supposed to let himself get punished, but, fate says otherwise, he did not receive a painful reward on this day.

At least, he didn't have to face his young master's wrath like usual day, but instead, a sad but gentle face welcomed him.

"Ah, Bocchama, for my apologies, I have to leave your room this time, I have other things to do now..." Chungsung allows himself to leave his young master's room, after checking the time on his phone.

"Sure, go ahead." Dongha said with a gentle tone, while nodding his head slowly as a sign of agreement. Ordinarily, he always snaps at his butler to get out after the punishment was over, however, at this time, it feels different.

As Chungsung closes the door, Dongha walks and stares at the Hajun picture that hanged on his room's wall, picked it off and rubbing it gently, to wipe it off from the dust.

Later, a warm, gentle smile shown on Dongha's face, while holding the Hajun picture, then, he whispers a word that's coming as unexpected from his mouth.

"Congrats, Hajun-hyung... for your victory"

#ahahahaha suffering time with amprule *crazily dances in pain and tears on fire with an evil smile*#paradox live #paralive #pararai #amprule #yeon dongha #dongha yeon #🌸 ;; vanie writes #non character x reader

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xxairerexx · 3 years ago

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How you met

Allen

- Cafe

- you were drinking [fav/drink]

- a red spiky haired boy asked if he can sit next to you because there were no sits left

- you said yes

- he pulled his headphone out but forgot to connect it with his phone and the song played loudly

- everyone looked at him for a short second and continued on what they were doing

- you asked

- "Hey, wasn't that (fav Hip-Hop song)?"

- he slowly nodded not making eye contact and you started to talk about music

- and you realize how cute he is when he's excited talking about Hip-Hop

- time passed and you said goodbye

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Hajun

- Park

- you really love to take photos with your camera

- and noticed a handsome tall blonde sitting on a bench

- you feel like you have to take a photo of him

- he noticed and smiled at you

- you swore that you saw dark aura around him

- "You know it's rude to take a picture of someone without permission"

- he slowly took your camera away and deleted the photo

- "I'm sorry for that ...... and you know it's rude to take someone's belongings without permission, you could've asked me nicely to delete the photo"

- you grabbed your camera back and started walking away

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Anne

- Mall

- You and your friends were going shopping

- Got separated

- noticed a group of guys surrounding a pink haired girl

- 'really now?! Leave her alone!'

- you walked towards them and linked your arms with the girl

- " there you are I've been looking for you! Let's go, ok?"

- both of you got away

- "thank you for earlier but I had everything under control, sweetie."

- "They were surrounding you! And you know you should be more careful since your a girl!"

- " hahaha, sure. i have to go to the restroom. You don't have to wait for me"

- and then you saw her entered the male restroom

- 'Wait...what?'

Naoakira

- work

- one of your students Ando Shiki fainted in class

- you tried to call his parents but he begged not to but he gave you someone else's number

- even though you're not supposed to you decided to call this person and he said he'll pick Shiki up

- after he arrived he thanked you for looking after him

- you have to admit, that he's very handsome

- "well, it's my duty after all"

- Shiki thanked you too and they drove home

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Yohei

- their bar

- you were celebrating you friend birthday and went to a jazz bar

- you know that your friends will get really drunk so you decided not to drink too much so you wouldn't fight because all of you are drunk and can't drive

- "hey [Y/N] that bartender there is hot don't ya think?"

- you looked at the mentioned bartender that had medium length dark blue hair and yellow eyes

- your friend dragged you to him and he/she ordered a drink

- "what about you?" The bartender asked

- "I'll have a coke, it would've been bad if the driver is drunk, right?"

- he chuckled "yeah" and he glared at his co worker that has long white hair that is tied in a low pony tail and lots of piercings and tattoos, because he was a bit too loud

- you decided to stay where you are because you have a clear vision where your friends are and you have someone to talk to

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Ryu

- you were walking home from school

- your friends and you were talking about this latest movie that everybody are talking about

- "Just imagine you are able to live for 800 years and do all of the things you could do"

- while you were thinking for an answer to that you heard a voice behind you

- "oh...it's very fun trust me~"

- you all were surprised by this and some of you gasped in horror

- 'where did he come from?'

- the man just laughed

- "Hi! My name is Ryu and I'm 800 years old!~haha"

- your friends decided to ignore the man called Ryu and called him crazy and so on

- but you thought he just wanted to talk so you smiled and waved goodbye

- "Bye bye to you too, my friendly subordinate~ !"

- ' subordinate? '

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Shiki

- school library

- you were looking for a book that might help with your history homework

- you reached for the book that you found but someone wanted that book too

- "ah! S-sorry...you can have it, [Y/L/N]-san"

- you looked at the shy boy

- " you know me?"

- his eyes widen of the realization that you don't know him

- he tried to explain that you're in the same class and that he sits in the back row while you sit in the first row

- but he kept stuttering and sometimes mumbling which took time for you to understand what he meant

- you ended up sharing the book and did homework together

Kanata

- in front of your parents backery

- you were helping your parents backing some fresh bread

- you noticed a boy with white messy hair with purple tips looking at the fresh baked stuff through the window

- he flinched as you suddenly stood if front of him at the other side of the window

- you packed 5 muffins in a box and went outside

- you gave the boy the box

- "My name is [Y/N], what's yours?"

- But before the boy could answer you heard someone called out

- "NAYUTA!!"

- the boy looked behind him and said

- "Aniki! You're here!" It was a boy that looked like the boy but he had shoulder length hair and the inner of his hair is light teal

- you felt like you were a ghost because they seemed to forget about you but you could catch up what was going on

- the boy with messy hair got lost and his brother was looking for him for hours

- "what are you holding?" The older boy asked his brother

- "[Y/N] gave it to me"

- "[Y/N]?" His brother stared at you suspiciously

- you just wave your hand at him awkwardly because his glares looked like it could kill someone

- he dragged Nayuta with him without saying anything to you

- "Thank you for the muffins, [Y/N] - san!" Nayuta said

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Nayuta

- on street

- you just finished judo training for today and grumble because you forgot to do your homework

- on your way home you noticed two guys beating a boy with white messy hair with purple tips

- "HEY! LEAVE HIM ALONE"

- the bullies just laughed at you

- "what are YOU going to do about it?!"

- you grabbed one of the bullies arm, pulled him closer to you, turn your back and flipped him which caused him to feel down to the ground

- they ran away

- you asked the beaten boy if he's ok and pulled your mini first aid kit that you always have and treated him

- he thanked you and asked you to help him stand up and walked him home

- on your way to his house you exchanged your name and he told you that the bullies were after his phantom metal

- you finally reached his...well...house?

- a boy that looked like him probably his twin gasped after he opened the door

- "Nayuta! Where were you?! What happened to you?! Did you do this to him!?!!"

- he yelled at you but Nayuta tried to explain that you were just helping him

- "Thank you for your help, [Y/N]-san. My big brother and I really thankful"

- you're not sure if the statement about his brother is true or he just wanted to be polite because his brother did nothing but glared at you

- but seeing Nayuta smiling made you smile too

Iori

- work

- you work in a restaurant

- you saw a group of five guys

- one has a very built body, one has a feminine looking face, one was very tall, one had a fire pattern sleeve tattoo on his left side and the last one had black hair that had purple tips

- you wanted to asked what they want to order but a man who sat beside them interrupted you

- "Hey, you! How long do I have to wait for my order, huh?!"

- he started to complain loudly and it made you uncomfortable because you were trying to calm the man down and people were watching and your colleagues just stood there and watched too

- the black haired man that you supposed to serve stood up and talked to the man that were complaining

- "Sir, I think ya should calm down. Ya should be patient. Look! I think yer order's comin' "

- the man just stayed quiet and one of your colleagues put down his dish

- you thanked the man that helped you

- "A pleasure, doll face~"

- you blushed at the nickname and took their orders

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Zen

- playground

- you were looking after your niece at the playground

- suddenly a guy with a built body tapped your shoulder

- "excuse me, but did you see three boys around here? One has pink hair and feminine face, one was tall and had light green hair and the last one has a basketball jersey and a sleeve tattoo."

- you shook your head and apologized but when you focused back on your niece she was a man's arm that wore a cap that hid his face

- "HEY! YOU! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH MY NIECE!?!!"

- the kidnapper started to run and so do you

- then you saw the man that asked for your help earlier also ran towards the kidnapper

- 'huh?'

- before you know it he was in front of the kidnapper and hold him by the hands and pinned him down

- your niece ran to you crying

- the police came and took the kidnapper away

- you thanked the man

- "Thank you, mister! I owe you so much!"

- he said it was no problem and he continued searching for the three boys

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Hokusai

- high school

- you're a third year

- your teacher asked you to come to his office

- three boys were standing beside your teacher

- "[Y/L/N]- san, I want you to help these boys raising their grades up."

- "Hi! My name is Maruyama Reo! You can call me Reo-kun~ this giant is Masaki Hokusai and this monkey is Ito Satsuki. And we're all in second year"

- "OI!!WHO ARE YOU CALLING MONKEY HERE?!" Satsuki yelled while Reo laughed

- you look up to Hokusai and damn! He is freaking tall and handsome too...

- "nice to meet you...[Y/L/N]- san"

- He smiled at you and he looked like an angel

- you four decided when you will tutor them and went home

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Satsuki

- arcade

- it was summer break you decided to go to the arcade with your big brother because your friends are on vacation and your mom said you should spend more time together with your brother

- you went to the shooting arcade but a boy also wanted to play it

- "sorry, but we got here first" your brother said

- "HAH?! What do you mean?!" The boy complained

- "shut up monkey! Don't yell, you're disturbing the other here" another boy with pink hair told his friend

- you guys started to argue who get to play them first, you and your brother or the 'monkey and his friend

- "how about a deal? If you win we will let you play it first but if you lose we'll get to play" the pink haired boy said and you all agreed

- you stepped forward and the monkey boy too

- "You're going down"

- "We will see about that, monkey" you smirked

- time passed and you won and your brother cheer

- " Wha-!!?? How?!"

- you just shrugged and said "don't know. I'm just better than you I guess, but nice match...uh..?"

- "Satsuki. Ito Satsuki."

- "[Y/L/N] [Y/N]"

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Reo

- summer festival

- you and your friends are at the summer festival

- but you feel like a ghost because you friends were only talking to their boyfriends and girlfriends

- you got frustrated and walked away without them noticing

- you sat on a bench next to the taiyaki booth

- suddenly a boy with pink hair and cute face jump in from you which made you yelp

- "oh, sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"

- "ah...it's ok..."

- "why are you so gloomy?" He tilted his head

- "it's n-nothing.."

- 'he's so cute!'

- he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the taiyaki booth

- "I don't believe you. Come, I'll buy you taiyakis to cheer you up, how much do you want?"

- you shook your head and declined his offer but he bought them anyway

- he bought you 3 taiyakis and you thanked him smiling

- "Aww, you look so cute when you smile! Well then I have to go, bye cutie~"

- your friends saw you and then asked after the boy was gone

- "WHO WAS HE?! I never knew you had a boyfriend, [Y/N]......oh! Taiyakis! Can we have some?"

- ".....no....ask your boyfriend that"

#paradox live #x reader #allen sugasano #anne faulkner #yeon hajun #naoakira saimon #kanbayashi yohei #shiki ando #ryu natsume #kanata yatonokami #nayuta yatonokami #iori suiseki #zen gaho #hokusai masaki #satsuki ito #reo maruyama

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kiirokero · 3 years ago

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Outro: Love is Not Over (Epilogue)

Pairing: Daycare Teacher! Hoseok x Single Mom! Reader.

Genre: Single Parent! AU, Teacher! AU, Hybrid! AU, Fluff, Angst, Adorable Kids,

Warnings: Um, Hoseok cries but they’re happy tears, like very brief mentions of kids without parents.

Word Count: 4.3k

Note: Oh no.. Writing this made me sad :( It’s really over? (I don’t know why I’m asking that... I’m the author...)

Summary: Years after a relationship goes south. You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho. He is the light of your life. Yunho is everything to you, and you’d do anything for him. But you’re a human. Yunho doesn’t care, he will tell you he doesn’t. “You’re still my Eomma. No matter what.” He says. But you can’t help but feel like you will never be enough for him. You can’t be the mother he deserves. You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can. But you try. You try your damn hardest. So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

Chapter Guide:

Previous / The End ❁

Masterlist

I’m not a morning person.

Never have been.

I used to dread the signs of a new day. I used to go to bed and groan at the thought of the sun peering through my curtains and calling me back to the real world. I’d curse the morning birds and their repetitive song and roll my eyes at the overly cheerful morning news host, who obviously sported a fake smile every time she was on air.

The only reason I used to wake up was for Yunho.

When my alarm went off, my first thoughts were getting Yunho ready for the new day, so he didn’t have to hate it like I did. I’d wake him up, help him choose his outfit for the day, make his breakfast while he got dressed, and send him off to school. With a genuine smile. Even if I wasn’t a morning person, I’d be one for him.

But things are different now.

The sun peeked its soft, pale yellow rays through the sheer ivory curtains that covered the windows of our bedroom. The sun’s warmth laid over my face like the hand of a mother trying to rouse its child from sleep. I was familiar with the motion. Several birds sung their morning tune, perched up on bare branches as they serenaded the woods like they have been since the first time they peeped. It was winter, meaning the birds have migrated to warmer places, although Busan’s climate didn’t make it feel like such. Yes, it was cold, but it was no winter wonderland.

Despite the slight chill outside and the slightly cloudy skies, everything felt pleasantly warm. Like the house was on its own schedule, changing seasons whenever it deemed necessary. It felt like the perfect April spring day under the white sheets of our bed, wrapped in a pair of gentle, slightly tanned arms. My body cradled in the embrace of my shirtless lover.

“Ma! Hobi! Wake up!” A giggle voice called, followed by the patter of running feet. Hoseok and I grumbled, playfully ignoring the hybrid and snuggling deeper into the covers. We heard Yunho scoff as we held back our giggles, waiting for him to do what he always did. He indulged our silent expectations. Yunho jumped up on the bed, shaking the mattress and us as he hopped up and down, laughing.

I relented and peeked my eyes open. My heart softened when I saw Yunho’s smile (Which was missing a couple of teeth) “Well, good morning to you too,” I chuckled, moving to sit up. “No...” a gruff voice from beside me grumbled. Hoseok tightened his arms around my figure, trying to persuade me back down in bed so he could snuggle me more.

I smiled, petting his bed head as compensation for my utterly rude movement. He grumbled again, opting to just snuggle into my side. “Hobi!! Wake up!” Yunho whined, bounding over to the older hybrid, jumping on top of him and grabbing his face with his hands, which were comically smaller. Hoseok let out a little “oomph” sound before he let Yunho move his head around and poke at his cheeks.

Hoseok’s eyes were still closed, but the heart-shaped smile that graced his face gave off waves of happiness. “Okay, champ, I’m awake,” He chuckled, peeking his honey eyes open to look at Yunho. The ten-year-old cheered in victory, scrambling off Hoseok to sit in my lap. “Do you know what day it is?” He grinned, his missing front teeth on full display.

I hummed playfully, tapping my finger against my chin as Hoseok watched us with a smile from where he was laying next to me. “Hmm, well, today is a big day, am I right?” I teased. Yunho nodded vehemently. “A very big day,” Hoseok commented. “Could it be... Your big day?” I asked. Yunho giggled. “Yes!” He exclaimed, wrapping me in a hug and nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. I wrapped my unoccupied arm around him, giving him a kiss on the top of his head.

“Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll make your favorite breakfast?” I offered. Yunho pulled back and looked at me with stars in his eyes before chirping out an “okay!” before he squeezed me one last time, bent down and gave Hoseok a hug, and scurried out of the room. The two of us watched him go with warm, melted hearts. “He gets cuter as the years go by,” I sighed. “Wait until he’s a teenager,” Hoseok poked. I looked down at his teasing smile with a pout. “Don’t say that!” I whined, doing my best to wiggle out of his grasp.

Hoseok didn’t let go, he just held me tighter while he cackled at my attempts. “You’re mean,” I chuckled, pushing his face away from my side. Hoseok playfully nipped at my hands with his sharp canines, fighting them off like his life depended on it. All with a smile on his face. “But you love me,” He gushed, nuzzling his face into my stomach once he won the fight against my hands.

I rolled my eyes, giving him one last scratch behind the ear before I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Hoseok whined, but let me go. “Come on, you menace. Put a shirt on and help me with breakfast.” I said, throwing on one of his sweatshirts and making my way downstairs. I heard him dramatically groan.

I made my way to the kitchen and got out the ingredients for blueberry pancakes, Yunho’s favorite. Today was January 14, Yunho’s 10th birthday. He’s been eagerly waiting for this day since December, constantly dropping hints of what he wanted and what he’d like to do. So for today, Hoseok and I planned to take him out to a new amusement park with Hyejin, Yoongi, and Hajun (a different from the one we frequented), go out for dinner, and come back home for ice cream. (and presents of course)

“Hobi!!” I heard Yunho call from upstairs and the aforementioned man responded with a “Yes?” before I heard his footsteps trail through the upstairs hallway. When Yunho was about 7, he started calling Hoseok “Hobi” instead of “Mr. Hoseok” once he realized that Hoseok was sticking around for a bit. I think it was because Yunho fully accepted him into his life, but Hoseok argues that “Mr. Hoseok” was just too much of a mouthful.

“Eomma... Where’s Hobi?” Yunho mumbled one morning while I fiddled with the coffee machine. I looked down at him with a quirked brow. “Hobi?” I asked, and he nodded. “Yeah, Mr. Hoseok. Where is he? Did he leave?” He pouted. I gave him a reassuring smile as I picked him up and sat him down on the counter.

“Hobi went out to get some breakfast, don’t worry, he’ll be back,” I said, petting his head. Yunho leaned into the touch, looking up at me with his puppy eyes. “Promise? Promise he’ll come back?” He asked, sticking out one of his pinkies. I chuckled, grabbing his pinky with my own. “I promise. Hobi wouldn’t leave us, bub,”

Right on cue, the front door opened. Yunho’s ears stood at attention, and he quickly jumped off the counter. He ran over the Hoseok who had a box of donuts in his hands and latched onto his leg, nuzzling his face into the material of his jeans. “Hey, champ. Are you okay?” He asked, moving the box over to one hand and resting his newly unoccupied one on Yunho’s head. “Don’t leave like that!” He whined. Hoseok frowned, bending down so he could look at Yunho properly.

“I just went out to get donuts, bub,” He explained, opening the box in front of him. “I got your favorite,” He smiled, motioning for Yunho to take one. Yunho complied, picking up a regular glazed donut and taking a bite out of it. “Did Hoseok scare you because he wasn’t here when you woke up?” I asked, leaning against the wall. Yunho nodded with a slumped head.

Hoseok looked at me with sad eyes before he turned his attention back to Yunho. “I’m sorry, I’ll tell you next time, okay? And if I’m ever not here when you wake up, know that I’ll always come back.” He smiled. Yunho looked up at him. “Do you promise, Hobi?” He asked. I could tell the new name caught Hoseok off guard, but he shook it off, holding out his pinky for Yunho. “I promise.”

And he’s been calling him that for three years now.

Suddenly, Hoseok came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head on top of mine while I mixed the pancake batter. “What was up?” I asked. “His adult canines are sore again, so I gave him some medicine,” He explained. I sighed, “Hopefully they’ll settle soon, and correctly.” Hoseok moved his head to rest over my shoulder and reached over to pop a blueberry in his mouth before saying, “It’ll be okay. I remember when mine started growing in, I cried until they settled. He’s already stronger than me,” He chuckled, giving me a kiss on the cheek before he pulled away.

Not long after, Yunho came running down the stairs, bouncing over to where Hoseok was leaning against the counter and plastering himself to his leg. Hoseok smiled down at him and ruffled his hair. “How are you feeling?” He asked. Yunho shrugged, “Okay,” He answered. “Do you think you’ll be able to eat?” I asked before actually cooking any of the pancakes. “Mhm! I can eat,” He reassured. I chuckled, “Roger that,” Hoseok and Yunho both gave me a kiss before they moved into the living room to watch cartoons.

I never thought I’d be a morning person, but damn, waking up next to Hoseok really changed that.

Since that day at Geumjeongsan, Hoseok and I took things slow and steady. Nothing changed at first. Hoseok would come by for ice cream nights like he always did, but then he’d stay after I put Yunho to bed. Then he took me on dates. Then he’d stay over for a couple of days. Then I asked him to move in with me. And now here we are, about 4 years later, with a new Jung Hoseok added to Yunho and I’s little family.

My bed never felt cold anymore, nights weren’t lonely or silent, and I looked forward to the morning. The mornings where I could peak my eyes open and see Hoseok’s sleeping face right in front of me, his hair all tousled. The mornings where I could wake up and hear his laughter mixed in with Yunho’s downstairs. The mornings when I was roused from sleep with a gentle, “Wake up, baby,” or “Honey~ wakey wakey~”

I’ve never been a morning person.

But Hoseok and Yunho made me one.

The joyous screams of amusement park visitors echoed through the chilly air. The grind of rollercoasters tracks and other thrill rides hummed in a familiar rhythm. The smell of popcorn and cotton candy wafted past our noses as we entered the gates of the amusement park, keeping an eye out for a certain cat family.

“If it isn’t my favorite sister! Ready for some amusement park fun?”

“Hyejin, you’re an only child. You basically adopted me in college to fill the little sister role. And yes, of course.”

Hyejin cackled as she ran up and wrapped me in a hug, while Hoseok excitedly greeted Yoongi, his best friend, with a hug of his own. Yoongi grumbled, but I could tell liked it by the way his noir tail swished back and forth. Yunho ran over to give them a hug as well, a blinding smile plastered on his face.

Hyejin pulled away and greeted him enthusiastically, picking him up and spinning him around. Yunho squealed in delight, their giggles intermixed with each other. Once Hyejin let him down, Yunho gave her a proper hug before bouncing over to Yoongi to give him one, too. “Oh god, you're getting big,” Yoongi commented, sounding exactly like an old man. “You’re going to be taller than your mother when you 're an adult,” He snickered, and I whacked his shoulder in defense. He let out an “ow” but continued to laugh.

“You know, that means he’d be taller than you too, Yoon,” Hoseok said, and Yoongi immediately cut off his chuckles to give the taller hybrid a shoulder whack of his own. I watched the interaction with a satisfied grin before I felt a tug on my shirt. I looked down to see Hajun looking up at me, silently asking for a hug. “Well, isn’t it my favorite nephew,” I said, kneeling down to wrap Hajun in my arms. He wrapped his arms around me in return, quietly nuzzling his face in my chest.

After we all exchanged our greetings and went over the rules with the kids, Hyejin clapped her hands together with a smile. “Alright! Let the adventure begin!” She exclaimed. Hajun and Yunho cheered with her as we started walking through the park. Yunho grabbed onto Hoseok’s hand while Hajun took Yoongi’s and the two of them pulled the grown men every which way. Hyejin and I lagged a bit behind, lost in our own conversation.

We walked through the food stands and carnival games, collecting drinks and a couple stuffed animals that Yunho and Hajun guilt tripped Hoseok and Yoongi into winning for them. “Look Hobi! It looks like the dragon from my show!” Yunho grinned, pointing up the red dragon plushie that was one of the prizes for winning the “Throw the ball and knock down the bottles” game.

Hoseok looked at what he was pointing at and nodded in agreement. “Do you want it?” He asked and Yunho quickly nodded his head yes. “Now, now, I think you’ve won enough for right now,” I said. Yunho pouted, about to whine out a “But Ma...” before Hoseok beat him to it. “It’s fine, baby, just one more? Then we’ll stop,”

I sighed, relenting pretty quickly under Hoseok’s persuasive smile. He and Yunho cheered, going over to give the stall employee his money. The employee gave Hoseok three balls and pointed at the stack he’d be aiming at. Hoseok gave one of the balls to Yunho and asked him to take a shot at it. Yunho stuck his tongue out in concentration and threw the ball. It completely missed, but Hoseok was quick to turn his pout into a smile when he threw one of the other balls, successfully knocking down some of the bottles.

Now, a man throwing a worn out baseball should not be attractive. But it was. It was attractive. I knew Hoseok went to the gym whenever he could with his friend Jeongguk, and it obviously paid off. He was fit, and his flexing biceps only proved that fact further.

Hoseok threw the second ball and knocked down the rest of the bottles, winning the dragon for Yunho. Hoseok handed the toy to Yunho, but before Yunho took it completely, he rubbed it all over Hoseok, getting his scent on the toy. Hoseok let him with a smile on his face. Once he deemed it scented enough, he hugged it to his chest and grabbed Hoseok’s land, running back to where I was standing.

“Look Ma!” He said, proudly showing the stuffed toy to me. “Wow!” I gasped in that typical “impressed mother” way before I shot Hoseok a grateful smile. “What do we say?” I asked. Yunho turned around and hugged Hoseok’s leg, “Thank you, Hobi,” He said in a singsong voice. Hoseok chuckled. “You’re welcome,”

We continued on our journey through the park, occasionally stopping to get on rides like the teacups and the merry-go-round. I made sure to take plenty of pictures of Yunho’s bright face and Hoseok’s heart-shaped smile. (And occasional face of fear when the rides suddenly sped up)

“Ma! Can we go on that one?” Yunho asked, pointing at one of the rollercoasters. It was quite tame, nothing crazy, just fast paced and a couple of small drops. I looked at it, feeling my stomach go a bit queasy. I was never the best with rollercoasters. “Go with Seok and see if you reach the height limit,” I said. Yunho grabbed Hoseok’s hand and shook with excitement as he led him to where the height limit board was set up. Hajun also pulled Yoongi over.

Hyejin giggled. “They look absolutely adorable, don’t they?” She asked. “Who? Yoongi and Hajun? Yes, Yoongi and mini Yoongi are the cutest,” I chuckled, but Hyejin shook her head. “No, silly, Hoseok and Yunho,” she clarified, and I let out an ‘ohhh’ before I nodded my head in agreement. “Yes, they are also the cutest.” I smiled, watching as Yunho bounced up and down in excitement when Hoseok told him he reached the limit. The two of them looked over at me and I shot them a thumbs up, waving them off as they got in the queue.

“I’m proud of you, ya know,” Hyejin spoke up, turning to look at me. “Why’s that?” I asked. Hyejin playfully rolled her eyes because to her it was so obvious what she was alluding to. “The little family you’ve made with Hoseok,” She said, “You changed so much, and for the better. You’re literally glowing every day and so is Yunho. You don’t have that doubt anymore, and that feeling isn’t rubbing off on him anymore.”

“Really? I mean, I definitely feel better, but I didn’t know I was looking like it too.”

“I’m just happy to see you so happy.”

I smiled, looking back at where Hoseok, Yunho, Yoongi, and Hajun were standing. The four of them in their own little world as they talked about whatever. Probably music, which was what the boy’s new obsession was about. “My boys make me happy,” I said with a shrug.

“Have you ever thought about marriage?” Hyejin blurted out.

I choked on the water I was sipping, coughing it up as it made its way down the wrong pipe. Hyejin gently pat my back, like a gentle form of the Heimlich manoeuvre however the Heimlich wouldn’t help in this situation since water wasn’t a solid. “W-What?” I stuttered out, looking at Hyejin with wide eyes.

Hyejin took the fact that I wasn’t dying as an invitation to start laughing. I swatted at her with a pout. “Don’t laugh! You caught me off guard!” I whined, and Hyejin laughed harder. After she had calmed down, she took a deep breath and cleared her throat before looking at me again. “Have you ever thought of marriage? Like, marrying Hoseok?” She asked for the second time, but this time I didn’t choke. (Luckily)

“Um... No? I haven’t, isn’t thinking about this a bit too soon?” I argued. But Hyejin shook her head. “You’ve been together for like, 4 years. I don’t think it’s early at all,” She said, crossing her arms. “You’re saying you haven’t thought about it at all? Like never?” She questioned, and I shook my head. “Not at all. I just, live in the moment and appreciate the fact that Hoseok is with me in the first place,” I gushed.

“Do you want to though?” She rose a playful brow, nudging me softly. I spluttered, “I um. I don’t know...? Yes...? Marriage is expensive, though. The venue, the dress, the food-” I listed, but Hyejin quickly cut me off with a finger to my lips. “Gosh don’t think about that, think about if Hoseok were to get down on one knee and pull out a ring right now, would you say yes?” She asked. I chuckled, “Hyejin that’s-” “Nope! Answer the question!” She chirped.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah... Yes, I’m sure I would,” I answered truthfully, feeling my ears heat up in embarrassment. Hyejin squealed, bouncing up and shaking me out of excitement. “Ah! So cute, I can’t wait for the wedding,” She gushed, wrapping her arms around me so I’d bounce up and down with her. “Hyejin! Stooopp” I whined, feeling the stares of passersby.

Hyejin pulled away once the excited cheers of rollercoaster-high Yunho and Hajun came bounding over to us. They cheerfully told us all about how Hoseok screamed and Yoongi closed his eyes the whole time. Hoseok walked over to me with a pout, clearly embarrassed about his lack of courage. He wrapped his arms around me and whined about how awful the rollercoaster was. But I could only blush as I thought about what Hyejin had talked to me about.

“Happy birthday, dear Yunho, happy birthday to you!”

“Is the cake good?” I asked Yunho who had a forkful of ice cream cake in his mouth. He nodded with a smile, his face scrunching up cutely. I chuckled, petting Yunho on the head before I started to clean up the mess we had made, which was mostly wrapping paper mess from Yunho’s gift unwrapping extravaganza.

As Hyejin and I went to put the dishes in the sink and throw the trash away, she spoke up with a pout. “We’ll have to get going... All three of us have things to do in the morning,” She sighed. “Why do you sound so guilty?” I chuckled, patting her on the back in reassurance. “Because it’s so early! And I wanna hang out with you longer,” He whined. “Hyejin, you see me like all the time. It’ll be okay. Why don’t we meet up for coffee on Wednesday?” I offered.

Hyejin immediately cheered up, enthusiastically agreeing to the plans and wrapping me in a hug. “I love you,” She said. “I love you too,” I responded. Yoongi came back in from where he and Hoseok had disappeared out back, keys in his hands as he looked over at Hyejin. “Ready?” He asked, and Hyejin nodded.

Yoongi told Hajun to say his goodbyes, which he did, albeit reluctantly, as Hyejin and Yoongi said their own. “Take care,” Yoongi whispered to me, and he gave me a shoulder hug. “You say that like you 're going away for a long time,” I said. Yoongi just shrugged, “I’m not, but still, take care.” I smiled at him. “Will do and I love you too,” Yoongi looked away with a blush, running off to hide behind Hyejin.

“Bye!” We all waved as we watched them go from the front door. The Min family reciprocated with their own set of waves and chorus of “Bye”s. Having guests leave after a party aways feels so odd. I never realized just how quiet the house was at night.

“Okay! Time for bed,” Yunho chirped, padding over towards the stairs. Hoseok and I raised our brow, looking back and forth between each other and Yunho with wide eyes. That was abrupt... “You don’t want to stay up? This is the only day I let you,” I said, utterly confused. Yunho turned around and shook his head no. “Nope!” He said, popping the ‘p’ “I have school tomorrow,” He said.

“Alright, since when do you want to be ready for school?” Hoseok chuckled, tilting his head at the younger hybrid. “Tomorrow is Appa day, where we’re supposed to bring our Appa to school with us,” Yunho smiled, like what he was saying was nonchalant. I cringed. I never really like the concept of “Eomma days” or “Appa days” because, like Yunho, not everyone had an Appa or Eomma. It just seemed harmful, in a way.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay home tomorrow?” I asked, but Yunho vehemently shook his head no. “Then Hobi and I would miss Appa day!” He whined. Now if Yunho surprised us with his enthusiasm for school, he rendered Hoseok and I... Well, speechless.

Hoseok coughed, taking a minute to process the meaning of Yunho’s words. “Is that okay...?” Yunho cautioned after seeing Hoseok’s reaction. “Yes! Yes. It’s perfectly okay. We can, um, we can get donuts for breakfast, yeah?” He sputtered out. Yunho’s face lit up. “Okay! I’m going to go take a shower,” He proclaimed before he ran up the stairs towards the bathroom.

Silence.

There was nothing in the air but silence between Hoseok and I.

Until Hoseok’s soft sniffles reached my ears.

I made my way over to Hoseok and cupped his teary face in my hands. “Hey... Why are you crying?” I asked with a worried look. Hoseok didn’t answer at first, and I gave him the space to calm down and gather himself. “He-He wants me for Appa day, so does that mean...?” He sniffled, looking at me with pleading eyes that silently asked me if this was real and not a dream. I nodded. “I think it does,”

Hoseok cried even harder, burying his face into the crook of my neck and wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight. “He sees me like that?” He cried. I didn’t realize just how seriously Hoseok took his role as a father figure, and I guess the conformation from Yunho that he was, in fact, his father figure made him feel like he had won the World Cup. “He does. You deserve that honor, Hoseok,”

“I just... I don’t... Appa”

“Shh, take a deep breath, okay?”

I let him cry in my neck until he pulled away by himself, leaving me with a saturated collar and sleeve. Hoseok looked at the wet spot and chuckled. “Sorry,” He croaked out, but I shook my head and took one of his hands in my. “No need to apologize, it’s just a shirt. Let’s get ready for bed, okay? You have a big day tomorrow.” I smiled.

Yunho was my light.

And now he has a father could be things that I couldn’t.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Just Yunho, Hoseok, and I

“What’s stopping you, Seok?”

“I’m just nervous, Yoon. What if she says no?”

“Why would she say no?”

“I don’t... Know...”

“Exactly, so just take her somewhere nice and ask. That’s how I asked Hyejin,”

“You make it sound so easy... But alright... I’ll do it.”

Tag List: @kurochan3 @mrcleanheichou @anonymous-armys-blog @bella-raina @purelyecstacy @lindsayjoy444 @unicornbabylover @xicanacorpse @creatorspalace @thesweetest-peas @fangirl125reader

Another Note: I have drabble plans for the OLINO universe that I might write and post. They won’t be out for a while but I might write them.

#bts #bts fic #bts fanfic #hoseok #jung hoseok #jhope #bts jhope #hobi #hoseok x reader #jung hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #bts jhope x reader #bts hybrid au

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paradox-liveheadcanons · 4 years ago

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Thank you very much thank you for creating this blog qwq, the truth is that I really expected something like this, please do not disappear xd so I would like to ask the boys (cozmez and bae) for jealous headcanons since their mc (female) is someone very pretty and with a sweet smile in addition to something naivekddwnew sorry if it sounds too cliché and due to my bad english i try to improve it xd

Cozmez + BAE Jealous Headcanons

Your english is very lovely don’t worry! Don’t apologise if it sounds cliché I like cliché things too :D

The scenario I’m mainly thinking about is being jealous at your object of affection. So kind of like, you paying attention to something else and not enough at them (Cozmez + BAE), which makes them jealous.

Kanata Yatonokami -

He’s VERY protective (as we can see with how he acts around Nayuta) so it’s not uncommon to see him being jealous.

I think he’s very open about his feelings. He’ll tell you right away if he feels jealous.

Because he’s a very expressive person, his emotions are very easily seen on his face.

He’ll talk to you very straightforwardly about what’s making him unhappy like, “Don’t do that ever again I’ll feel jealous :(“ so you’re going to have to come to a consensus with him as well as comfort him.

He’s tsun in my mind so I think if you tease him about being jealous after comforting him, he’ll turn pink.

Nayuta Yatonokami -

A quiet jealous.

He’ll give small hints to you that he’s jealous like holding onto your sleeve, holding your hand, glaring daggers at the object of your affection.

He’ll sulk and pout a lot and won’t admit to being jealous for a long while.

After admitting to being jealous he’s going to blush a bit but he’s the type to quietly mumble, “So what, can’t I be a bit jealous” and pout.

Prepare for a lot of cuddling after, he’d want allll of your attention on him later.

Allen Sugasano -

I’d like to think Allen can be oblivious sometimes and not the type to get jealous easily.

He loves you very much but he trusts you so he doesn’t get too jealous often.

When he does get jealous, he’ll probably be very quiet about it.

Much like Nayuta, he’ll do little things to show that he’s protective over you like holding onto your shoulder, standing behind you (like a Jojo stand) and overall, just staring (not even glaring just plain staring) at the object of your affection.

Like Kanata, he’ll probably get embarrassed when you find out he got jealous.

Yeon Hajun -

This man is ice cold. He’s staring daggers at your object affection, protectively hovers around you, he’s terrifying.

Even you can kind of feel his icy cold aura.

He’s going to be behind you, hawking your every move. Imagine a Jojo stand but and it’s Hajun.

After that he’s not going to let you go (much like Nayuta).

He might even be more protective over you the next time a situation like this happens again.

Anne Faulkner -

They will very openly act jealous.

They’re not ashamed or embarrassed at being jealous because it’s a natural human feeling and also they think it shows how much they love you (it’s also a way for them to get your attention).

They’ll be very affectionate with you on the spot (and after).

A lot of teasing like, “You no longer love me anymore~? My heart hurts~”

A lot of teasing. Even if Anne is jealous, you both know it’s all in good fun.

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Sorry for a late post, it was my birthday today and I was celebrating it with friends~~~

Hope you’re satisfied, Anon! - 🐝

#paralive headcanons #paradox live headcanons #cozmez #bae #nayuta yatonokami #kanata yatonokami #allen sugasano #yeon hajun #anne faulkner

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lunnanunna · 4 years ago

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SF9 Extra Member AU

Summary: [Requested] Miyoung sees how the past events with Jin affected Chani.

Warnings: swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @gay-jesus-official @precious-seungwooya @helladead-hellaradical @boss-baby-jongho @kimonmars @chagi-nana @wooya1224 @atinygracice @xiaojunssmile

A/N: This was somewhat requested. I’ll slowly write up the rest of the boys that are left on how they are dealing or have reacted to Miyoung’s whole Jin situation. Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! Please let me know what you think.

Miyoung quietly read over the cue cards for this today’s music show episode. She was asked to be a special MC and join Chanhee, while the other two MCs were taking the week off.

She had been an MC once before and was super nervous, but this time the nerves weren’t as bad seeing as she was going to be with Chanhee.

“Noona, I’m going to go get some water and snacks. You want some?” Chanhee asked from his spot next to Miyoung on the couch of the green room.

Miyoung smiled and nodded. “I’d love some. Thanks, Channie,” Miyoung said and watched as the maknae smiled and walked out of the room.

Once gone, Miyoung went back to looking over her lines. They were simple enough, that she should be able to memorize most of them and not have to look down as much. She continued to read through them, mumbling the words.

“Miyoung-ah?”

The visual startled at the sudden call of her name and looked up to see a man poking his head in through the door. She paused as she tried to recognize the man through the hat and face mask.

The man seemed to notice her confusion and chuckled as he pulled his mask down. He smiled as Miyoung’s eyes widened. “Remember me now?”

“Yah, Hajun-ah!” Miyoung grinned wide, getting up from her seat. She made her way over to the man as he fully stepped into the room. Once she stood in front of him, she playfully slapped his arm.

“Yah! What was that for?” Hajun laughed, rubbing the offended area.

“I haven't heard from you in years, then you just decide to pop up out of nowhere as a-” she paused, grabbing his ID card to read his position, “as a stage light crew? Really?” Miyoung looked at him, raising an impressed brow.

Hajun chuckled, grabbing his card and tucking it in the breast pocket of his shirt. “Yeah, really. Not a bad job, actually,” he said, smugly folding his arms over his chest.

Miyoung shook her head, chuckling. She remembered a scrawny looking boy in high school with a pompous personality swearing he’d make it into show business. He obviously made it, but definitely not how he had originally planned.

“No, stop. Stop laughing,” he scowled, wagging his finger at her. Miyoung only giggled more. “Anyways, look at you! You’re an idol. Who would have thought that shy little Miyoung would be an idol,” Hajun smiled, shaking his head.

“I have no idea what came over me the day I went to audition either, but it happened and I’m glad,” Miyoung said, smiling to herself. Then she remembered something. “How’d you know I was here?”

Hajun sheepishly laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “I only just got the job and I had hoped to run into you at some point, though I figured it would have been during a comeback for your group. But then I saw that you were MCing today, so I looked up what room you’d be in,” he answered.

Miyoung quirked a brow. “Sounds kinda stalker-ish to me,” she said, folding her arms as she chuckled.

“Please don’t say that. I’ll look like a perv,” Hajun said, rolling his eyes, hands on his hips.

“Well are you?” Miyoung and Hajun both looked at each other at the sound of a new voice. Chanhee stood by the door, a seemingly peeved look on his face, and a plate of cookies.

“Chanhee?” Miyoung asked, smiling nervously. He looked kind of mad, and she had no idea why. “Uh, this is an old friend of mine, Kim Hajun,” Miyoung quickly introduced. She watched as Chanhee turned to Hajun. And glared.

“Uh, hi,” Hajun said, taking a quick bow, “Nice to meet you.”

“That’s Chanhee. He’s one of my groupmates,” Miyoung said, motioning towards the maknae. Hajun nodded as he looked at the taller.

The younger stayed silent. He looked Hajun up and down, almost in a challenging way, and Miyoung hoped to God, that he wouldn’t do anything stupid.

When Chanhee’s eyes landed on the lanyard that was hanging out of Hajun’s breast pocket, the latter quickly pulled out his ID to show him.

“I’m part of the staff here, I swear. Just new,” Hajun said quickly.

“Anyone can be a staff and still be sketchy as fuck,” Chanhee growled.

Miyoungs jaw dropped. (What the hell was that supposed to mean?)

“Uh, yeah. I get you. But seriously, man, I was just here to see an old friend. And look, I’m leaving now,” Hajun said, adding the last part quickly when he saw that the younger still seemed unconvinced.

“Chanhee!” Miyoung exclaimed, finally coming out of her stupor. “The hell is wrong with you? Why are you glaring? Not only is he a friend of mine, he’s also older than you. Where’s the respect?” she said, trying to control her anger. She didn’t like how Chanhee was acting.

“No, it’s okay, Young-ah. I gotta get going anyway. Maybe I’ll see you later?” Hajun asked as he backed his way out the door.

“You won’t,” Chanhee said as he pushed Hajun out the door and closed it.

“What the fuck, Chanhee?!” Miyoung seethed. She opened and closed her fists to try and calm herself, but she knew that she was close to exploding.

The maknae gave her a blank look as he handed her two cookies, then sat on the couch. Miyoung glared at him, dropping the cookies on the table and stomping over to him.

“Answer me, God damnit,” Miyoung demanded, standing in front of the dancer.

He shrugged and Miyoung’s blood boiled. “He was sketchy.”

“He- What? What do you mean?” Miyoung asked, her anger was rising.

Chanhee shrugged again, looking blankly at a spot on the floor. “I don’t like the fact that he just showed up out of nowhere. You said so yourself, it sounded stalker-ish.”

Miyoung’s eye twitched. “It was a joke. He was a friend. I know him,” she said.

“Yeah, you knew Jin too,” Chanhee rolled his eyes.

Miyoung froze. (That’s what this was all about?) She looked at the younger who seemed to be avoiding her eyes. “Channie?” the visual called as she squatted in front of him. He side eyed her then looked away.

“Anyone can work as staff and actually be bad. And not everyone is who they say they are. Jin wasn’t and maybe Hajun isn’t either,” Chanhee mumbled, head motioning to where Hajun had been standing minutes before.

He was looking out for her. Chanhee wasn’t taking any chances, and tried to eliminate what he perceived to be a possible threat. Miyoung didn’t know if she should have felt touched or guilty.

“Channie? Look at me, please,” Miyoung begged quietly. He chewed on his lip, but slowly turned to look at her. “Thank you, for looking out for me. It means a lot coming from you,” she placed a hand on his knee and gave it a squeeze. “But you know that we can’t live being suspicious of everyone and everything, right? We’d never enjoy life that way.”

Chanhee looked away then back at her. “But what if something like last time happens again?”

Miyoung watched as he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. She winced as she reached to tug the lip from his teeth. “Please don’t hurt yourself,” she whispered. Looking down, she continued, “I understand where you’re coming from. But what happened last time was not because I didn’t see any warning signs, it was because I refused to tell anyone about them.

“I know now that I should always come to you guys if I feel like I’m in danger, and I promise I will, but I can’t lock myself up and never see anyone again because there’s a chance of someone of them hurting me.”

“I know,” Chanhee whispered, “I don’t want you to feel like that. I just don’t want you to get hurt again. I know that I pick on you a lot, but I really was scared and hurt that you had gone through all of that by yourself. Sometimes I feel like maybe if I were nicer to you, you would have come talk to me-” he trailed off.

“Oh, sweetie no. Don’t say that.” Miyoung got up and wrapped her arms around Chanhee. He buried his face into her shoulder. “I promise you, the reason I didn’t say anything to anyone was because I was scared. Not because I didn’t trust anyone. And yeah you tease me, but I know that you actually care for me, just like I care for you,” she said, stroking his hair. He wasn’t crying, but his fists were wound tightly in her shirt.

“I’m sorry, I was rude to your friend,” Chanhee mumbled.

“It’s okay. I’ll text him later and explain,” she said, pulling back. He nodded then leaned back on the couch. Miyoung sat next to him, head resting on his shoulder.

“I promise to keep a watchful eye, but from a distance. I know that you say that not all people are bad, but I don’t know, I just don’t think I can be that trusting yet,” the younger said, playing with his sleeves.

“I understand,” Miyoung said, placing her hand over his, “Thank you for wanting to protect me. Hopefully there will never be a day where you’ll actually have to, but I feel more relaxed knowing that you’ll be there.”

Chanhee nodded, then leaned over and placed a kiss on her head. Miyoung giggled, looking up at the maknae.

“You’re getting soft on me Kang Chanhee,” she said, poking his side. He grumbled, but smiled softly.

Miyoung’s Masterlist

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nuoyipeach · 3 years ago

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May 21st 2021

4 years later...

“Arin, bring your brother down. We’re about to leave.” Taeyong shouted from the hallway downstairs for the children upstairs to hear. He Just finished putting on his coat then looked at his wife going through her bag one last time, confirming that she had packed everything. He smiled at the sight of her before moving next to her giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“What?” Seulgi chuckled and he shook his head. The couple turned to the stairs hearing footsteps running down, each child carrying their own backpack. Seulgi looked at them and smiled before carrying up the younger. “So I guess we’re all ready to go.”

“Yes mum!” Arin exclaimed as she hugged her father’s arm. “I’ve never been to Japan, I’m so excited! And we're meeting uncle Yuta too!”

Taeyong laughed as he locked up the house and went to the car where Seulgi had just buckled up three year old Hajun, then turned to help Arin in her seat. He went ahead and checked the last bag before closing the trunk and sat in the driver's seat.

The way to the airport was filled with music (mostly Hajun’s songs) and twelve year old Arin helping her younger brother sing the words clearly, followed by Seulgi leading them, and Taeyong's smile never left.

Three months after Hajun's birth, Arin was finally awake after almost two years. She didn't lose her memory, but it seemed the young girl didn't at all care about the sudden change in her life. From having a new father, to a baby brother, nothing made her question what happened while she was asleep. She was surprised at first, no doubt, but she had no hesitation accepting it.

While Seulgi was busy with the baby, Taeyong did everything to help Arin catch up on school and attend rehabilitation classes with her. As always Seulgi was worried if Taeyong felt it as a burden, however he kept reassuring her every day that Arin was his child now too and he loves her.

Of course at some point Arin had to know the truth, and oddly yet not surspisingly enough, it was Taeyong who ended up telling her.

"He didn't want to stay, he..."

"He didn't like us anymore, didn't he? He left us for other people?" the nine year old asked straight away, not wanting her father to beat around the bush. Taeyong sighed and pulled her to his chest, combing her hair.

"I'm sorry Arin."

"Why dad?" she looked up with a sudden but sincere smile. "You don't have to say sorry. You're my dad now, and I'm happy. You're the best dad anyone could ever ask for." she exclaimed hugging him tighter.

On the plane, Arin sat with her father while Hajun with his mother since he still needed extra care from her. It wasn't too long, but the children fell into naps the moment they took off. Both parents lifted off the middle arm rest and let them lay on their laps, Hajun having his milk bottle still in his mouth.

Once landed Arin was quick to wake up and help her mother while Seulgi strapped up a still sleeping Hajun to Taeyong's front. They went across the airport until they came to the baggage claim.

"Mum, can I go to the toilet real quick?" Arin suddenly asked, to which Seulgi nodded directing her to the nearest restroom. Knowing her child, she wasn't too afraid of her getting lost so she allowed her to go on her own.

After finishing up and washing her hands, Arin was just about to leave the restroom when she bumped into a man coming out the of the male one next to her. "Oh, sorry. Are you OK?" the man spoke and crouched down patting her head. Arin rubbed her nose and smiled at him reassuringly.

Only for her smile to drop in an instant.

She stared at the man, but she knew she had to be quick. "I'm fine. Sorry. Bye." she spoke quickly before running away towards wherever.

Why's he here... I can't tell mum and dad...

"Hey hey hey." she stopped at a halt when she felt a hand grab her shirt from behind. "Where are you running off to young lady?" she turned on her tiptoes and faced her father before squirming out if his grip and suddenly hugging his torso tight. Taeyong stood flustered by her actions before crouching to hug her back, her face in his shoulder as he heard her uneven breaths and knew for sure something wasn't right.

After a minute she seemed to have calmed, his hand combing through her hair and another now pulling her up to carry her away with him. As he neared where his wife sat with their luggage, he stopped and instead sat a little further away, out of her sight.

"Arin." he called calmly and pulled her out of his shoulder, cupping her face in one hand gently. He waited, for her to pick up enough strength to look up at him, which took a minute for her to do. He smiled at her and brushed her hair back. "Tell me. What happened?"

Arin bit her lip, not wanting to ruin their trip on the first day itself. But if there was one person she'd never lie to, it was Taeyong. She took a deep breath, before leaning against her father's chest. "Daddy..." she spoke softly, voice breaking in fear. "I love you."

"I love you too Arin." Taeyong replied softly, petting her back.

"You're my only daddy."

"Yes Arin. I'm your only dad."

"Even if I run into him, I'd choose you any day."

The father and daughter kept it a secret, knowing the last thing Seulgi would want to hear on their family trip is her ex husband's presence in the same town as them. It was already their second day and they were visiting the Universal Studios theme park in Osaka with the Nakamoto family. Taeyong took note of Arin’s emotions, so far seeming overjoyed. He didn’t tell Seulgi this either, but the past two nights they were here, Arin had cried in her sleep, and when he asked why all she could say was seeing her biological father’s face in her dreams.

He didn’t understand why it was taking such an effect on her. Did she actually miss him but didn’t want to say so? Did he do something wrong back then? Did they talk at the airport?

Tonight as they returned, he decided he needed to talk to Arin. He needed her to come clear about this, because that was the only way he could help. As Seulgi washed up and tucked in Hajun, he excused himself to go check on Arin who slept in the room next to them in the hotel suite.

Looking into the room, he saw Arin just getting into bed and stared smiling at her. "How was it today?" he asked taking seat right next to her as she tucked herself in. The young girl smiled wide.

"It was great! I loved the minions!" she exclaimed. Taeyong chuckled combing her hair, his mind however filled with thoughts on how to speak about the topic.

And he decided the best way was to be straight forward. "Arin, be honest with me."

"Yes daddy?"

"Did something happen between you and, uhm... your ex dad?" he realised how badly he worded it, but nothing was coming to his mind. "You've been acting strange since you bumped into him..."

Arin bit her lips, her heart hurting. In all honesty she had no ounce of affection, she never missed him. But seeing him after so many years, especially after coma, it hurt her.

"I really don't know daddy..." she teared up. Taeyong got in under the cover next to her and pulled her to his chest, the young girl letting go of her tears immediately into her father's shirt. "I just, it hurts. I don't know why... When I saw him, he looks so normal, he didn't even recognise me. I don't even miss him, but it hurts..."

He shushed her, making white noise as he combed her hair when she suddenly pulled out and looked at him. "Please don't take it the wrong way." she quickly said before hugging him tight. "I love you daddy, I hate that man. I'm sorry he's making me cry. I know I promised I wouldn't cry over guys, but I can't help it..."

Taeyong chuckled sadly, shifting in his place so that she laid on his chest, head on his shoulder. "I'm not mad Arin. I'm worried about you. You're my daughter, I don't like seeing you sad." he let out a sigh and kissed her hair. "Let's try to forget that from now on, OK. I'll help you."

Taeyong knew that he couldn't just force her to erase the memory of her biological father just like that, no matter how much they love each other. Arin didn't lose her memory, she was a smart child even back then when she knew her father's love was absent. She knew, the moment she woke up and accepted her new reality, that he left them even before Taeyong told her anything. And no matter how much she despised him, it was no surprise that it broke her heart when he really didn't recognise her after all these years, and if Seulgi found out, it would've broke her heart too.

On their last day, they stayed at Yuta's house as Sooyoung was persistent to have them overnight for one day at least. The children played out in the backyard while the dads started the barbeque, and inside the mothers cooked up some ramen and sides. Not too long after they heard an ice cream truck, and soon enough the kids were at the dads feet begging to go.

Yuta wasn't one to resist and took out some money, handing it to Arin who's the eldest among both family's children. "Knock yourselves out. Don't eat too much though, your mums will kill us." he winked.

Arin led the three younger out to the front road where more neighbourhood children lined up. She stood holding her brother's hand while her two friends conversed in Japanese with their friends. She didn't speak much, but could understand.

"Who are they Nako?" a kid asked Yuta's older girl, a year younger than Arin.

"Our friends from Korea. Remember, my mum's Korean."

When it was their turn, Nako helped choose while Arin payed, stuffing the change in her pocket. Yuta's kids were now playing hopscotch on the pavement with the other kids, Nako tugging her and Hajun to join them, though the three year old was mostly running across the lines.

“You are Nako’s friend?” a young boy, seemingly five or six, suddenly spoke to Arin as she stood aside to finish her ice cream. Arin was shocked to hear him speak korean but nodded in response. “That’s cool! I’m half korean too just like her.” he smiled raising his hand for a high five to which Arin responded smiling back.

“How?” she asked curiously.

“My dad’s Korean. My name is Akito, I’m five.”

“I’m Arin, twelve.” she looked away after responding, turning her attention to Hajun to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt. Nako suddenly called her to go back home and she grabbed her brother. “Bye Akito.”

As the children entered the backyard they heard Nako’s mother yelling. “I swear to God Nakamoto if you send them out alone again I will have your head on the barbeque instead!”

“Arin was with them...”

“She’s new here you idiot!” Seulgi yelled along. “What if they were lost! What if they were kidnapped!”

The kids quickly ran away to the living room, trying not to laugh at both mothers yelling at Yuta and finishing off the last of their ice cream before they were caught. Taeyong soon came in and sighed shaking his head, helping Hajun wipe his face to get rid of the evidence. “Please not one word about the ice cream.” he whispered, knowing Hajun was still too young to understand the concept of keeping secrets.

Luckily the young boy’s attention was taken away by the other kids playing with toys, and Taeyong returned outside to see the others were back to normal, except for Yuta’s slightly sulking face. They finished up with the barbeque and set it on the picnic table they had, the mothers bringing in the ramen and sides. The kids were called to eat, and surprisingly enough they ate more than expected despite the ice cream. Soon Arin and Nako helped clean up, while Yuta pulled out the mini pool for the kids.

While he filled it up, Arin was the first to come out in her swimsuit and helped throw some toys in, when she heard a familiar voice.

“Hi Arin!” she looked to see the young boy from earlier, Akito, waving. She waved back, when her face lost all colour. “Look dad, she’s the girl I told you about.”

Yuta knew all too well, and looked at Arin to see her completely still. He then looked back at the child who’s father now stood beside him, but he could tell he didn’t recognise her. “So she’s your new friend? Isn’t she much older than you?” he joked with his son.

“Arin noona is really nice.”

“Arin?” the man raised a brow once hearing the name, looking back at Arin then smiled.

Yuta could tell Arin’s discomfort, so he dropped the hose and went to her, crouching to her ear. “Go inside. Don’t tell your mother, go straight to your dad .” he whispered to which she nodded and quickly ran inside, not stopping until she reached her father. Taeyong had just finished helping Hajun into his swimsuit and let him run out, when Arin’s body came crashing into him and held him tight.

“He’s here...” she spoke softly, fear in her voice. “He’s outside.”

Taeyong pulled her out and looked at her shocked. “Are you sure?” she nodded.

“Uncle Yuta saw him too, he sent me inside... Dad, what if he takes me from you? I don’t want to go...” tears welled up in her eyes and Taeyong wiped them off and hugged her tight, holding in his own.

“No one will take you from us Arin, not as long as your mother and I are alive.”

Taking her hand, Taeyong walked out to see what was going on so far. He peeked out the main door and saw the kids already in the pool, Yuta and Sooyoung attending them. But his wife was no where to be seen, and upon noticing his presence, Sooyoung ran to him. “Taeyong, he was here. When Arin ran in she saw and came outside to check. They’re talking outside the gate...”

Taeyong let go of Arin and quickly went to the gate and, as bad as he felt, eavesdropped over their conversation.

“Well, I married and moved here now. It is my wife’s hometown.”

“I see...”

“Arin grew a lot.” his muscles tensed hearing her name from the man. “Glad to see her up and healthy. How long did it take?”

“Two years.”

“Does she remember me?”

The question made both the couple tense up even more. If Seulgi said yes there’s a chance he’d ask to see her, and if she said no he’d be sceptical about it and still ask to see her.

Hearing his wife silent for a minute, Taeyong decided it was time for him to step in. “Seulgi come, Hajun’s looking for you.” he walked out as if he heard nothing, pretending to be surprised by her ex’s presence. “Oh, hello. Long time no see.” he said extending his hand to shake. The man nodded with a smile taking his hand.

“You too. I see you two married, Hajun must be your child. Glad you moved on quick.” he chuckled. Seulgi nodded, still a little uncomfortable, before Taeyong took her hand and held it reassuringly. She looked back up at the man and sighed.

“He’s also Arin’s father now, I asked him to adopt.”

“That’s good.” the man replied, his face seemingly without much care. “Well I best be off, don’t want to ruin your party. Bye.” he bowed before walking to where his son was, and the couple watched him take his hand and head back home.

The rest of the barbeque went on as if nothing happened before. Arin seemed to have enjoyed herself to her parents relief, and they themselves stayed optimistic not wanting to ruin the mood. As night fell, the kids were all sent to bed. Taeyong tucked in both his children into bed and noticed Seulgi standing next to Arin, the mother daughter simply exchanging gazes. He could see both love and hurt in their eyes and moved to their side of the bed. Taking Seulgi’s hand he gave it a chaste kiss before bending to Arin and kissing her forehead.

“Sleep well. We’re going back to Korea tomorrow, and to your grandparent’s house after so it’ll be tiring.” Arin smiled at her father as he did so after whispering, before he got up and walked out the room with his wife. Once in the other guest room where they were sleeping in, the two sat on the bed sighing.

“Why here...” Seulgi mumbled. “Everything was going great, and he just had to appear...”

Taeyong turned to his wife and moved closer, holding her hand in both his. “Nothing happened Seulgi... Honestly I don’t know why we were so scared? It’s not like he would actually want to take you or Arin back right?”

“You’re right...” she sighed again before hugging Taeyong, cuddling up into his chest. “He’s moved on even before everything happened. I have no reason to think about it like that. I have you and Arin and Hajun, and that’s all I’ll need for the rest of my life.”

“You should visit us next time. Will you be coming fo Chuseok this year?” Seulgi asked her friend as they stood outside the Nakamoto house, Taeyong putting their lugguage into the back of Yuta’s car.

“Maybe, my parents have been missing the kids a lot.” Sooyoung replied. The women hugged before Sooyoung went back inside after the children said their goodbyes too. Yuta got into the driver’s seat and started the car while Taeyong closed up the back.

“Hey.” he looked behind, freezing for a bit at the presence of Seulgi’s ex again. “I know you probably hate to see me, but I just have something.”

Biting his lip, Taeyong made sure Seulgi and the kids were already in the car before nodding to him. “What is it?”

He suddenly pulled out a bag from behind him and handed it to him. “When you reach home, give this to Arin please.” Taeyong looked at the bag, then back at him and the man noticed the fear before he chuckled.

“I’m not taking her away from you if that’s what you’re thinking. I don’t plan on ruining your lives, I’ve done enough of that I believe. But... one thing I do regret was hurting Arin. I did fall out of love with Seulgi, I won’t lie about that, but I genuinely loved Arin. It was just hard for me to be a good father when I wasn’t in the relationship I wanted to be in. I probably sound like an asshole right now, but I was so caught up avoiding Seulgi and wanting to be with my current wife, I neglected Arin too when I really had no intention to. Then with how you were always around with her, it made me realise that you deserve them more than me. That’s why I was easy admit everything and let Arin go after the divorce. I loved her but I knew I couldn’t make up for what I failed to give her. I knew you were a better father to her than I ever could be, and I was right.”

The man's words didn't leave Taeyong's mind even as they went to bed. After reaching Korea they drove straight to his parents' house to visit and decided to stay the night before going home the next day. What he said in the end was what stuck to his mind the most.

"If possible I'd like to see her again sometime. My family don't know and I don't want them to get involved, I just hope to see her again after all these years. I know I was absent as a father, I just want to see how she feels about me."

He didn't tell Seulgi but he knew without her permission he had no right to decide on this. Arin was still her child, and this case involved the man who stepped out of their life. As he laid in bed staring at the ceiling, his worried face didn't go unnoticed by his wife as she got under the covers next to him. She moved closer and cuddled up to him taking his attention.

"What's bothering you? Looks like something has been in you mind all day."

Taeyong sighed and turned on his side to face her, thinking of a way to tell her everything. "So, you know when I was loading our bags into Yuta's trunk when we were leaving?" she nodded confused. "Well, Jongin came to me, with a gift for Arin I still have on my bag. He told me how much he actually missed her, and regrets ignoring her just because he was with someone else behind your back. He said despite what he felt with you, he still loved her as his child."

Seulgi looked down to his chest biting her lip, fingers playing with the buttons of his pyjama top. He caressed her hair soothingly before he continued. "He said, if it's alright, he'd like to meet her again, properly. He won't take her away, his current family doesn't know about him finding us. He just wants to see her again."

looks like a part 3 needs to happen😅 this is what happens when I write unplanned😐

#kpop fanfic #nct #fanfiction #red velvet #nct 127 #nctvelvet #nct taeyong #red velvet seulgi #seulyong #seulyong fanfic

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the-starless-sky · 5 years ago

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BAE / voice drama sample

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S: Sugasano Allen H: Yeon Hajun F: Anne Faulkner

S: Just this much, huh. Not enough at all. H: Please don't ask for the impossible. This live house can't take in any more people. F: Don't ask for too much. We should be grateful. S: 'Grateful'? It's meaningless unless we get so much people we have to restrict entrance. F: Well, that's true... Honestly, this much isn't enough at all. H: Do you have any plans to gather more people? S: No. Make good music... that's all. F: You're just as usual, huh. S: I will prove us with my music.

Mob 1: Hajun-kun! Can I take a picture with you? Ah, I-I have all of the magazines you're in, umm... H: I see! I'm so happy. Well then... Shall I have you let me appear in your dreams tonight? Please have fun today! Let's meet again[1].

F: As expected from the Smiling Noble. H: This is also one of the secret of success in life. F: That so. Oh, sorry, I'm gonna go to the toilet so you guys just go to the VIP room first. S: 'Kay. Y: Hmf. I'm going too.

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Mob 2: (Man, that big sis[2] over there looks real good!) Hey, hey, big sis! That's the toilet for guys, what's up with you? Ah, don't tell me you're so lonely you coudn't hold yourself? F: (Haha. So there's still an idiot who doesn't know me. I guess I'll play with him a little.) If that's true, what are you gonna do about it? Big bro.[3] Mob 2: W-well then, with me... H: That's enough. Mob 2: Huh? The fuck's up with you? I'm in the good partー F: Wait, Hajun! H: Anne, don't play with this here, let's go. Mob 2: What the fuck did you say, bastard!? Watch your mouthー H: Do you have a problem? Mob 2: U-ugh... H: This person cannot be handled by lowly mediocres like you. F: Isn't it enough already? I'm just teasing him a bit. I lost interest. Let's go.

H: Ah, I'm sorry. Are you alright? F: Aah, seriously. How could you have that kind of smile right after the exchange earlier?

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S: You guys are late. Where did you go? H: Yes. Anne got hit on by drunkards, again. S: Geez. Quietly go back in times like those, at least. 'Cause you're already easily misunderstood as it is. F: Haa? And what's wrong with that? I’ve always told you that I just want to live as I want. S: ...Sorry. F: To begin with, Allen, you're only all about musicー H: Okay, okay, the fight ends here.

F: Hey. Something fell. H: Oh, I'm sorry. S: What's that? Some kind of a letter? H: I wonder what it is. It seems to be addressed to us. When did this thing...? F: And? The inside is? Fan letter? [..]?[4] S: Oi, Hajun, show that to me! F: What's wrong? You're turning pale. Is a dangerous picture of you and your ex-girlfriend's in there? S: ...Paradox... F: Allen... What did you just...? H: Club Paradox? F: Paradox is... that Paradox? S: Yeah! Every phantom rapper knows it! It was the place where Phantom Live were carried out for the first time in the world, ten years ago! You can't talk about the hip hop scene without talking about Paradox! Even now it's still talked aboutー H: It was the home of the legendary MC team Buraikan[5], isn't it? I heard that for a million times already. F: Hajun, just let him say this: 'One day, I'll definitely surpass Bureikan!', too. S: In a less than a year, they managed to monopolize each country's hit chart... their sales reached more than two billion CDs! They're both the origin and the top of Phantom Lives! And, they're also the existence we have to surpass no matter what. F: And, what does that Paradox want to do with us? H: Whether or not it's real is still suspicious, too. F: Isn't it interesting? Let's look what's inside. H: Invitation... so it's an invitation. F: It seems that there's another paper inside. Let's read it.

S: I see. In short, the new people in charge now are going to hold an event to decide who's the strongest, huh. H: He-eh, isn't that interesting? S: Yeah. Only if they really do it, though. H: That's true. S: Paradox is a live house that disappeared ten years ago along with Bureikan's retirement. F: I can understand teams disappearing, but why did Paradox disappear? S: That's... I don't know either. In a night, it just disappeared without a trace. H: It sounds even fishier now. That invitation is probably either a tease or a prank, isn't it. S: I don't know what their aim is, but they have guts to use the name Paradox. F: Huh? What's this? What's going on? H: Anne? What's wrong? F: Look at this. H: Hm? Huh? This is...

Notes

[1] He said this in Korean.

[2] Onee-san. Doesn’t necessarily means ‘big sis’ as in siblings, but could also be taken as something like ‘gal’, and could be used to call women you don’t know.

[3] Onii-san. Same as onee-san, ‘big bro’ but could be used to call men you don’t know.

[4] I can’t really hear what Anne said... anyone, fill me in?

[5] I heard it as Buraikan, and it could be that it’s written as 無頼漢、which means ruffian/scoundrel/villain. Not sure ‘til we get official readings, though!

I can’t believe Hajun is the mom friend. I love him so much. Also, Mob 1 is me.

*Also, hi, I made a mistake on one of Allen’s lines when they’re talking about Paradox. It was after Anne saying: “...that Paradox?”. Though it’s not really substantial at all :-D

#bae #paradox live #translation #drama cd translation

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youarejesting · 5 years ago

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Femme: 43

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang, Erik Nam

Rating: Mature

Length: 3.5k

Warnings: Birth, Death, Smut (pretty lame tho), Cute scenes and sad scenes.

Announcement: I am back with a vengeance it’s time to write this bad boy.

Recap: A night out with Seokjin in your Dream car (kombi van) you relax in the tub together. Starting your day with a Taejin Sandwich. Jungkook confesses he is scared to see you in pain and wants to be by your side through it all. He reveals his latest project team shirts. Yoongi helps induce you again and you head to the hospital where you give birth to Jeon Jeongsan. Kyungju and Jeongsan grow up little by little together and shenanigans ensue. Sickness falls on you and your immune system is under attack due to the unfamiliar viruses of the future. It is revealed you are also pregnant. Spontaneously going into labour from a single kiss from Yoongi you are petrified that it is too early and the baby won’t make it. You are informed not only that you are full-term but you are carrying twins which seems almost unbelievable with how you don’t look nine months at all let alone nine months with twins.

The shock that ran through Taehyung’s body was overpowering. The idea that you or the babies could die due to your low immunity and the vulnerability from the stress of pregnancy and giving birth. He didn’t want to be the one who got you or his babies killed. He didn’t even like that word and cried in the waiting room blaming himself.

The boys sat with Taehyung comforting him whenever he started to get lost in his thoughts. “You are thinking too much about it all. Y/N is really tough, she can do this” They said and they heard a shrill cry from the room, it was healthy and made their heads turn and smiles appear on their faces. “Congratulations, You are a Dad!” they all slapped him on the back and another cry a few minutes later joined the first and they slapped his back once more.

They waited but the doctor didn’t come out and the nurses didn’t call them in to see their new babies or beautiful wife. It seemed like time ticked by so slowly and finally, a nurse emerged and said the babies were very healthy and were taken to the nursery already.

“Your wife is recovering. It seems that this has put her body under a lot of stress. It would be best if you only have a short visit and then head home for the night. She will be feeling better after a long rest.”

“What about the babies, what if they get hungry?” “Do not worry the babies won’t starve, e we will bring them to her when they are hungry and help her” “You can follow me to her ward. She should be sleeping” the nurse turned leading the way and the boys jumped into action following.

The boys walked in to see their exhausted wife feeding the babies with the help of another nurse. “She is a strong girl, isn’t she?” Jungkook started to cry, “he truly hated seeing you less than one hundred percent. He knew this must have been painful and tiring and he couldn’t fix it.

Seeing the boys you seemed to light up tires eyes sparkling. “Taehyungie, we have a baby boy and a baby girl” “A girl really?” They all smiled getting a little closer. “What’s her name jagi?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know any of their names I am too tired to think” you hummed “hey papa bear come see you baby bear cubs” The nurse chorused ‘cute’ at your nicknames and watched this handsome young man walk over to your bedside.

He looked down at the two bundles. “They look like you” he beamed “It is my features but super pretty which I think they get from you, my face isn’t that symmetrical she also looks like she might take after you more than he will”

You had taken quite a long time to find the right names for your two little ones. Though they were full-term they had come earlier than you had expected. This meant you hadn’t had any names prepared. You were given your vaccinations and brainstorming in the shower. You had 60 days to think of names that fit their personalities. You finally settled for your new baby boy Kim Jae Hwan and for your darling angel girl Kim Jae Eun. You told them to the boys and they loved them instantly.

“Actually mama bear, do you mind if I give them an English name each, you are so accommodating to our culture with naming and such but I want to give our cubs English names to represent your culture and home and everything I mean they do look a lot like you.”

“Tae Tae my love they are your babies too, you can give them English names, what were you thinking?” He took a few days to think on it and mumbled a bunch of names while staring at them both. He finally declared one night over dinner.

“Hunter and Edith” (A/N: if you are from a nine English speaking country you can choose a cute H & E name for your cute babies, send your ideas to me so I can appreciate them)

The first few months, the twins refused to sleep unless they were swaddled so tightly they couldn't move their arms and legs. Once you figured that out, you swaddled them whenever they went to sleep. But the problem was, as they grew bigger and stronger, they began to kick apart the tucked-in swaddle and wake themselves and each other up.

You loved how Taehyung was with the twins. You had asked him to get some baby food and snacks for the older boys and some nappies (diapers) you sent him specific instructions and pictures of each product to his phone and to his credit he didn’t miss a single item. However, he bought in mass bulk and bought extra and unnecessary items you had not asked for. This included creams and medicine and the most expensive items were two pairs of Gucci shoes for the babies.

“Jae-Hwan Hwan Hwan where is daddy bibi, where is daddy bibi?” Hoseok grinned playing peek-a-boo with Jae Hwa. The boy was giggling and swinging his arms and legs excitedly.

“Why doesn’t Eunie giggle for me?” Jimin whined. She spotted her father over Jimin’s shoulder pulling faces and she giggled. “Oh my gosh you did it Eunie, do it again for Daddy Jii”

It was sweet how Taehyung kept pulling faces over his shoulder to get his daughter to laugh for Jimin. He pretended to be playing with his phone when Jimin turned. “Did you see that? she was giggling at me”

“You are so good with Eunie” Taehyung leaned forward kissing Jimin softly on the lips and walking away.

“Dasi Hwan, Hwan, Hwan nan meomchul suga eopseo, Tto Eun, Eun, Eun nan eojjeol suga eopseo” Seokjin was singing one of the femme channels songs but replacing the word Run with Hwan and Eun as he dressed the babies for bed.

“Edith baby, You are a heartbreaker” Yuta grinned bouncing your daughter gently in his arms. “Uncle Yuta is going to have to fight all the boys away” “Uncle Mark will die for all of you angels but especially you, Kyungie, you are getting so big how old are you now?”

“I am four uncle Mark” he grinned up at him. “I two unkie mork” Jeongsan grinned, holding his older brother's shirt, his right hand tugging his ear as a form of comfort. Misuk ran passed dragging along WinWin and Lucas.

Yoongi walked out and grinned at his son as they had matching face paint. “Hey little man, Unkie mork and Unkie Wenjun don’t have face paint on yet, you should take them over to get their face painted” The two glared at the music producer. Namjoon ran passed, playfully scaring some of the kids from Kyungju’s Preschool. You brought out an ice cream cake with a number four candle in the top.

“Everyone, it is time for cake!” Taehyung and Jungkook were filming and taking pictures and you grinned Jae Hwan was being held by Namjoon’s father who was busy talking animatedly about finding jobs with Erik.

Inshik sat on the bench watching Jimin chasing kids out of the Jumping castle so they could sing happy birthday to your firstborn son. With everyone singing in chorus it was soon time for your son to blow out the candles before the cake was served. You got lovely photos from the day, Taehyung was a bear and he bared his teeth at the camera holding his two babies. Yoongi and Kyungju were Cats and they got some cute photos together.

Yoongi laughed at Kyungju as he pretended to complain about getting photos yet smiled in them when his dad did. You got a cute one of Jimin falling over in the jumping castle and Namjoon sitting on an abandoned and half-melted piece of cake.

There was a call late in the evening sitting up you put the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” “Hello is this y/n?” “Yes, who is this?” “It’s Moon Hajun?” He took a deep breath “I am sorry to tell you this but my father died earlier this evening, I was just giving you a courtesy call as he won’t be there at work.

“Also he left you the van, we know how much you both enjoyed working their” You swallowed thickly and some of the boys had sat up snapping out of their sleep haze when they saw you crying. “I am so sorry, I-I don’t know what else to say, do you need anything we are always here to help and-”

“He was such a good man!” You broke out in sobs, no longer able to take the call, you thrust your phone to Namjoon who politely spoke to Hajun and thanked him before hanging up.

Jimin couldn’t stand to see you cry, tears matching yours he pulled you into his chest rocking you. Seokjin ended up pulling you both to sit on his lap rocking you Taehyung woke and heard the news and you all mourned together.

“Mummy where are we going?” Kyungju asked, “why do you look sad?” “We are going to Moon haraboji’s funeral” “What’s a foonaral?” Kyungju asked “It’s where we say goodbye to Moon Haraboji”

“Where is he going?” “He is already gone baby, when people get old they pass on and become stars in the sky that watch over us, so though you can’t see him he is up there keeping you safe”

“Can I go up there?” “No baby, it’s not somewhere you can visit” “That’s too far away mummy I don’t want Moon Haraboji to go, I don’t want to say goodbye” “I know baby I know neither do I?”

You drove the van to the park and began setting up with the help of Jungkook and you found a notebook filled with our recipes and a small letter.

If you are reading this I have likely passed, and given you my van. Don’t cry for an old man like myself because I am finally with my family. I thought I was waiting for my children to grow up before I could move on and be at peace but it seems I was wrong It wasn’t my children that needed me, it was you dear. I was supposed to teach you. And I did, but you don’t need me anymore. You have grown into a bright young woman, you have children of your own and there is one thing left. I can teach you the final recipe that I never taught you. Never stop learning there is more to learn even if I am no longer there.

You turned the page and read the title smiling through your tears. ‘Turkish delight Ice Cream’. You washed your face and hands and got to work unable to let yourself cry, you finished and tasted it. Surprised when you had been successful.

There was a knock on the Van window and you opened it, it was too early for customers. “Hey, Erik what’s going on?” You smiled “I was wondering if I could give you a resumè?” “Of Course Erik I am actually hiring, what do you say I show you the ropes today?”

He beamed and you brought him to the back and started from the beginning exactly how Inshik had taught you. You were excited to pass on the knowledge and lessons you had learnt from the man you considered part of your own family.

Hajun said he didn’t want his father's work to die so he bought a shop and he would cover all expenses. The shop was across the road from Jimin’s bakery. When it was all done up you took all the good parts of the van and decorated the shop. It was like an American style milk bar from the ’50s.

There was the giant spoon from the top of the van on the back wall and everything was a lovely shade of pink. You were able to do so much more work and be able to keep more flavours at once. “Hey Erik, you ready to learn how to make ice cream?”

“You are going to learn how to make vanilla ice cream, it’s the original flavour. If you can’t perfect the vanilla then you can’t expect your other more complex flavours to be good. Vanilla is so simple but so easy to get wrong. But good vanilla ice cream will turn a good experience into a great experience.”

You let him try the last batch of your former boss’s vanilla ice cream and he hummed “that’s really nice” “Yup so let’s begin”

Teaching Erik was hard but you soon realised the truth in Inshik’s words. Only in teaching did you learn some valuable lessons. there is more to learn even if I am no longer there.

Jimin walked over greeting you with a hug, you hurried your nose against him enjoying his fresh bread smell. He and Jungkook helped you pack up and clean the floor and everything. While you interviewed some applicants you wanted to expand the staff but by how many, if you covered running the shop and teaching Erik. Then there was the kitchen which served chips, burgers and pancakes not your shop's speciality but something on the side.

You were open seven days and there was a morning shift, a lunch shift and an afternoon shift. So at least six people would be perfect. Maybe an extra in case someone is sick you were.

Hajun hires a cook, a lovely young man. Kim Hyo-jong, a very quiet guy but he went by the name of Dawn. You accepted the TXT boys. Then you met a very cute girl who worked really hard. Her name was Kim Hyuna. There was another guy named Hoe-taek who went by hui. You wanted to hire Yangyang Chenle and Jisung who put in applications but you knew they were pretty famous and going on tours and that wouldn't work out.

You did, however, manage to get them to do a video interview inside the story one night with Taehyung and Jungkook's camera skills. They danced to their latest song on the jukebox and you grinned giving them different ice cream flavours to try. They loved it, they were shouting ‘free ice cream, free ice cream!’

Needless to say advertising on your account and theirs meant you had a lot of customers.

You had a picture of Inshik on the wall and around it, you put pictures of the TXT boys and your Bangtan family with your channel logo. You had the NCT boys on the wall with their signatures and even TOP who was a famous actor came in and took a picture for the wall signing it. The whole of the BigBang family put individual photos on the wall with their signatures.

Fans loved looking at who had visited the shop.

Jimin came over after work and You both cleaned up waiting for Jungkook to arrive so you could pick up Seokjin together. During cleaning up, Jimin nudged your arm. He had noticed that Hyuna was glancing into the kitchen at Dawn. A song began playing as she mopped the floor and she started dancing and singing, spinning around her uniform skirt bouncing with every excited jump she made.

Jimin bumped your arm again and pointed to Dawn who had gotten lost watching her dance and shook his head getting back to work. Giggling all the way home as you told the others about the growing infatuation between your two employees.

“It’s so cute! I am going to roster them together more often” “I will try to casually ask Dawn” Jimin hugged you kissing your cheek.

Namjoon that night had snuck you away early to the bedroom you laid across the bed giggling as he kissed you the door threw open.

“We see how it is, we get the kids to bed and you too are having fun without us” “The kids are in bed?” “Yes Namjoon, no thanks to you” “Hear that love” Namjoon grabbed your shirt and ripped it open the buttons flying everywhere and you scolded him. “Oops in movies the shirt just opens I didn’t mean to wreck your shirt”

He scrambled to collect all the buttons off the bed and floor when Jimin pulled off his own shirt and crawled on top of you he giggled taking off your bra properly and he squeezed your breasts kissing your neck.

“Oi, I was gone for two minutes. What the hell is this?” Namjoon slapped Jimin's jean-clad ass causing the younger to moan against your skin, hands tightening just on your breasts.

“Ow Jimin that hurts” “That’s because your pregnant love, Hobi and I figured it out last week you have a telltale sign and it’s adorable” he grinned “Really?” “And we are placing bets baby because three weeks ago it was only Hoseok you and myself, while the boys were busy for the week and so we think it’s one of us”

You got up and went to the bathroom to take a test and you started to cry. “I really am pregnant, how the hell do you know before us” “You start to smell sweeter darling like passion fruit” Hoseok smiled

“That’s what that is” Yoongi hummed “it’s nice” “I didn’t know that’s weird” you hummed “But we kept you busy and we made sure to fill this pretty pussy of yours with all we had every night, so we can’t wait to find out who is the dad” they fist-bumped.

“You are all amazing and I love all of you so much” they all crawled into bed. Today Namjoon’s attention and hands were on Seokjin the eldest who was making a lot of noise and you grinned and leaned over him kissing his neck and his sweet moans had you turned on rather quickly.

Hoseok and Yoongi were rather busy. Taehyung and Jimin were doing Rock Paper Scissors on who got to eat you out. Jungkook who was feeling kind of left out jumped the queue and kissed down your back his hands reaching under you to remove your jeans you were hovering over Seok Jin’s head and your hair was tickling his chest.

Your arms almost gave out. Jungkook was laying underneath you pulling you down to sit on his face. Working his golden tongue like it was the only way to save his life. Moaning the two arguing turned.

“Jungkook what the hell, man?” “You shouldn’t leave a lady unattended” Jungkook said, the vibrations of his words against you made you shudder.

“Hey” Hoseok slapped Jungkook's tented bulge. The maknae growled and your grip on the sheets increased. “Don’t talk with your mouthful”

The had discovered that Jungkook like Jimin had a bit of a fetish for pain, nothing extreme but Taehyung and Jimin grinned at the unsuspecting figure laying underneath you.

The two unzipped his pants and he squirmed whining into you. They were being rough and when they finally exposed him they saw the dribble of sticky precum leaking from the head of his cock”

They both took turns taking him into their mouths and took a side each to run their tongues along his length. It was a beautiful dance where everyone took their turns climaxing before switching positions.

It was Jeongsan first day of daycare, he took a little longer to go than Kyungju because he was more sensitive to being away from all of you. He was in his terrible twos which meant he had tantrums because things weren’t right.

He wanted to do things himself but couldn’t and that made it worse. “Time to get dressed JayJay” Seokjin smiled “No daddy Eokie, me do it” Seokjin sighed and handed over the clothes and watched him put the pants on backwards and get tangled in his shirt, he cried having a meltdown because it wasn’t working.

“Let me help you he took off the clothes and helped him put them on and he wiped the boy's tears “your such a good boy Jeongsan” “Everything all good” Namjoon smiled “Cuggel daddy Joo Joo!” “Alright come here for cuggels” he held his arms out and Jeongsan hugged Namjoon cuddling into his chest.

“Daddy Tata have you seen my shoes?” Kyungju called walking past the room into the studio and Taehyung looked down with a smile, “of course, he through the boy over his shoulder and ran down the hall”

Echoes of giggles through the house had everyone smiling and you were all ready for the day. The twins went to daycare early like Kyungju and the boys were the happiest when you decided to switch to bottles because they could feed them. It made it easier with your busy schedule and the daycare to bottle feed them.

Your belly got big pretty quickly and you went to the doctor for a check-up hoping it wasn’t twins. You weren’t ready for that sort of news not after just having twins. Luckily there was only one. You were told there was just a lot of fluid and that you may grow quite big this pregnancy. You found out it was another baby boy and this time the father was…

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eatsokk · 5 years ago

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Babies - Cho Kyuhyun

hellooooo! here’s a lil os inspired by the last live of gyu, it gave me inspiration to write some cute stuff ^^ hope y’all like it! also i’m sorry if there’s some mistakes, english isn’t my native language;(

type: fluff, kinda nsfwish

My eyelashes fluttered, and i finally open my eyes gently. The sun’s rays passed through the shutters and i could hear somme birds humming outside. I turned slowly to face a brown tuft. The brown boy was still sleeping peacefully, and his head was buried in his pillow.

I smiled and moved to stick myself against his chest, positioning my head below his. I felt his right arm rap around me, to hug me. I looked up to look at him. He looked at me, eyes half closed, and smiled.

« Hello.. » i mumbled.

« Hello.. » he replied, his voice hoarse « Slept well? »

Flashes from the day before came back to my mind. Kyuhyun and i did it most of the night. Yesterday was our three years together, so we celebrated it in beauty. I finally remembered that we were both naked under the blanket. I couldn’t help but blush slightly, and try to peel off my brown.

« Yah, you’re not going anywhere. » he said, drawing me closer to him again.

I giggled lightly, and kissed his lips chastely. He moved to free his other arm, and came to put his lips against mine again. He put one hand in my hair, and kept the other on my waist. He didn’t let go of my lips, and ended up deepening the kiss by forcing the entrance of my mouth to fight my tongue with his.

His arm wrapped around my body to hold me against him turned us so that i was astride him. All without taking his lips from mine. He put his two hands on my hips, stroking from time to time my tighs, my buttcheeks… i could feel his intimacy not far from mine, and noticed that it hardened little by little.

« Maybe we could go for the umpteenth round this morning.. » he whispher at the edge of my lips, before going down to my neck.

I tilted my head back and sighed in well-being while smiling stupidly. As he was about to descend lower, the bell rang. We stepped back and looked at each other frowning.

« Were you waiting for someone? » i asked.

« No.. » he slid me aside and sat down.

The bell rang a second time. I pulled the blanket up on myself while Kyuhyun put on his underwear and his pajamas. He left the room and went down to open the door. I decided to get out of bed too to put on my underwears and my pajamas. I hurriedly made a bun and went down in my turn. I was surprised to see Kyuhyun’s sister in the living room with her nephews.

« Noona, what are you doing here? » asked Kyuhyun, visibly surprised.

Her sister's eyes widened.

« Don’t tell me you forgot you had to babysit today? » she arched an eyebrow.

My brown widened his eyes, before laughing nervously.

« N-no, of course not! » he lied. « i just didn’t think you’d be passing by so soon… » but of course Ahra didn’t believe him.

« It’s almost noon, pabo. »

She handed him Hajun so that he could take him in his arms, in order to take Yejun in hers. She finally saw me, i stayed at the bottom of the stairs.

« Hello Y/N! » she smiles.

« Hello Unnie! » i bowed, smiling.

She stared at me for a moment silently, before staring at her brother.

« Don’t tell me you didn’t warn her? »

« Ehm.. » he turned to look at me.

I laughed softly, then turned my gaze to his sister.

« I’m sorry, i should have asked you directly knowing that my brother forgot everything i said to him. » she growled.

« Don’t worry, it’s always a pleasure to take care of the twins. » i say sincerely.

I loved her sons. They were adorable, especially with their uncle. I walked over to her and motioned for her to give me Yejun. Once in my arms, he snickered.

« Okay, i’ll leave you, i’ll come back in the late afternoon, okay? » she leaned over to kiss her sons. « Be nice to uncle and auntie, okay? » she says.

She greeted us and left the house. I put Yejun on the ground to hold his hand, and looked at my brown. He smiles at me with all his teeth, still holding Hajun in his arms.

« You’re not believable.. how can you forget that? » i whispered. « Are you hungry? » i lowered my head to Yejun.

He nodded. We put the little ones on chairs in the kitchen and Kyuhyun took care of making them wait while i quickly prepared food for the four of us. I could hear the little laughs behind my back and glance at them from time to time. Kyuhyun set the table and i put the food in each plate. We had the boys eat before eating in turn.

We settled in the living room, placing the little ones on the carpet. Ahra had left us a bag with a few toys to keep them occupied. I sprawled beside Kyuhyun on the couch, watching the twins. My brown passed him arm over my shoulders to bring me against him.

While he was watching TV, i didn’t look away from Hajun and Yejun. I was hoping to have such cute children in the future. I could already get an idea of what they were going to look like by seeing how much the twins looked like their uncle. I smiled stupidly unconsciously.

« Yah, change your expression, you’re going to scare them. » Kyuhyun teased me.

I rolled my eyes and turned my gaze towards him. He smiled at me.

« What were you thinking about? » he asked.

« To our future children. » i smiled, he raised his eyebrows, visibly surprised.

« Already? » i tapped his chest.

« What do you mean already? You’re already old, and i’m still young, it’s the perfect time to! » i said.

« Me old? » he pretended to be offended. « The most youngest and most beautiful of the old then! » i laugh.

I got up, withdrawing from his embrace. He frowned.

« It’s nap time. » i announced.

« I’m not old enough to be put to bed though… » he replied.

« Not you pabo, twins! » i sighed.

« Ahhhh.. » he scratched his neck while laughing.

We took the boys in our arms and went upstairs to put them in our bed. We closed the shutters and said goodbye before leaving the room. No sooner had i come down than Kyuhyun grabbed my hips to turn me so i could face him. His lips pressed over mine, and he made us back up to the couch, onto which he made us fall. His fingers wandered under my shirt, on my ribs, which made me laugh, being ticklish.

« What are you doing.. » i laughed, as he kissed my jaw.

« It is not seen? We’re going to make babies! » he replied.

I giggled and gently pushed him away.

« Not with your nephews upstairs. » i pushed his forehead with my index finger.

« Argh, i was just kidding » he chastely kissed my lips, and sat correctly on the couch, not without cuddling me.

The twins slept until Ahra returned. They had been real angels. When they were gone, i went upstairs to go to bed. I hadn’t slept much last night, and couldn’t get any rest today. Even though Hajun and Yejun hadn’t been a complicated task, i was exhausted. I buried myself under the blanket, and at the same time, my man appeared.

« Did you plan to take a nap without me? » he pouted, getting into the bed too. « I am hurt.. » i smile.

I ruffed his hair and dove into his arms.

« You know, i watch you all the time when you’re with the twins, or any child. You’d make a great mother. » he declared.

« And you, the most gaga of dads. » i smiled.

He pinched my cheek, before kissing my nose, my forehead, each of my cheeks, and finally my lips in a tender kiss.

#suju #superjunior #imagine #oneshot #kyuhyun #leeteuk #siwon #eunhyuk #ryeowook #heechul #shindong #yesung #donghae

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krreader · 5 years ago

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BTS scenario → becoming insecure because of how famous you are become as an idol.

pairing: bts x idol!reader fandom: bts warnings: / genre: fluff ; angst

a/n: hope you like it angel!!!

kim seokjin

Jin never typed his own name into Twitter, but somehow it had become an obsession of his to type in yours.

And see, there was almost no hate, only people loving you unconditionally.

There were soft stans and then there were..

“GIRL! DID YOU SEE (Y/N)'S THIGHS IN THAT FUCKING OUTFIT? LIKE???? I THINK I JUST CAME.”

Jin looked up from his phone and watched you change into your pajamas, his eyes now on your thighs.

“Hmm.. usually when you stare at my legs you want sex, but I doubt that's what's on your mind right now,” you cocked your head to the side as you crawled into bed with him, “So what is it? Did I gain weight?”

“Even if you did, it wouldn't matter. You'd still look amazing, Jagi,” he let out a sigh and leaned back, “People.. look at your body and express their opinions on what they want to do with you quite.. openly.”

“What does it matter?” you cupped his face and straddled him, gently kissing him, “The only person I do these things with is you, Jin. And it's always going to stay that way.”

Ultimately he let out another sigh and then smiled, “They're right though. Your thighs looked amazing in that last outfit of yours.”

“And now? How do they look now?” you licked your lips and wiggled your eyebrows, beginning to giggle when Jin wrapped his arms around you and turned you around so that you were lying beneath him.

min yoongi

“That fan of yours.. what's his name?”

“What fan?” you asked, toothbrush still in your mouth, “I have a lot, you know?”

Yeah, he knew and while that did make him proud, it also made him extremely jealous that so many people desired to be with you when he was your boyfriend.

“The one that gave you that bracelet at your last fansign.”

“Oh, you mean Hajun?”

“Yeah,” he leaned against the door frame and waited until you were done with brushing your teeth before he held out the bracelet, “It says how much he loves you.”

“Cute, isn't it?”

“No, (Y/N). It's not,” Yoongi shook his head, “You're wearing jewelry another man gave you.”

“He's a fan, Yoongi. It's not that deep.”

“I don't like it, okay?” he followed you back into the bedroom when you walked away, “You're my girlfriend and sometimes.. sometimes I'm afraid you're forgetting that with all the fans you have.”

He was often jealous but seldom insecure. So you immediately took this conversation serious and turned around to look at him, “I could never forget it. And.. if you're really that uncomfortable with me wearing it, I won't,” you grabbed it out of his hand and put it away into one of your jewelry boxes, “Here. I'll just leave it in there okay.”

“Thank you,” he cleared his voice and then went to bed, immediately trying to put that 'I don't care' face of his on again.

You just smiled and followed him into bed, whispering: “I love you,” into his ear before he could fall asleep, though.

jung hoseok

“Looks like we'll see each other a lot when we're in the US, (Y/N),” Namjoon said happily, “I'm glad the US audience loves you so much.”

It was true, your fame had risen drastically over in the US, equally as much in Korea. You got invited to a lot of award shows and talk shows at the same time as BTS. So you were bound to run into them every once in a while.

Which you loved, because that meant you and Hoseok wouldn't have to go without each other for months.

However, he wasn't nearly as excited as you were.

“Why aren't you happy for me?” you asked later that night, “It's like.. it's like everyone is excited that I gained so much fame but you. And you're my boyfriend.”

“It's..- not like that,” he let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping, “You always tell me how much you love touring and being in the US. I guess.. I guess I'm just scared that one of these days you'll realize that the US audience is better than the Korean one and stay there..”

“What?” you furrowed your eyebrows, “I'd never do that, Hoseok.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because there is something for me to come back to Korea for,” you cupped his face, “I'd never leave you, I told you that before and I'm telling you again. You're stuck with me, Jung Hoseok, I'm sorry.”

There was nothing you had to be sorry for. He loved hearing you say all this.

kim namjoon

“So tell us, (Y/N),” the MC of the show asked, “I'm sure with your level of fame that you've achieved you have a lot of men pining for you, right?”

Namjoon shifted in his seat on the couch as the interviewer asked the question, but your charismatic self replied: “Why just men, though? Why are you limiting it?”

Everyone laughed and somehow you had once again managed to avoid the upcoming topic of: 'Are you dating someone'.

A question that you were asked a little too often nowadays.

“I just wish we could tell them all, you know?” Namjoon said that night, his fingers brushing up and down your arm, “So they would stop asking you that question..”

“I know it makes you uncomfortable. I hate it too,” you put your chin on his chest to look at him, “But know that every time they do, I'm thinking that I'm dating the most amazing man on this planet.”

Namjoon smiled a little and kissed your forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Joonie.”

park jimin

You arrived right after BTS at the red carpet and while you and them were waiting for the person before you to finish their interview, it seemed as if your fans decided to do a screaming match of who could be louder.

And it was clear that your fans were winning.

Jimin watched you giggle, but he wasn't nearly as happy as you were.

And later that night he told you why: “I'm just scared there's going to be some sort of.. competition between us now. I don't want that to happen.”

“There won't be. Because I will always support you first, no matter what. You're always my priority.”

Jimin smiled a little and kissed your cheek, “And you're mine. Forever.”

kim taehyung

Taehyung loved and supported you the most, he was your boyfriend, of course he did.

And it's not that he was jealous when you went on that stage to receive an award. He was the first to get up and clap, wishing he could go to you and kiss you and let everyone know just how proud he was that you were his.

But he could hear the male screams and even when you wanted to start your acceptance speech, they did not stop.

You chuckled into the microphone and said: “I love you so much, thank you..-”

And the screams only got louder.

That's when Taehyung lowered his head and turned to look at Jimin next to him who looked sympathetically at him.

Taehyung's mood stayed like that even when the award show was over and they were at the after party.

And you wouldn't be his girlfriend if you didn't notice.

“Tell me,” you said with a sigh, gently brushing your hands over his cheeks, “What is it?”

“They scream when they see you and tell you how much they love you and..- none of them know that you're with me.”

You pulled him closer so he could bury his face in the crock of your neck, your hands now running through his hair, “I know how much you hate this, but it doesn't matter that they don't know, Tae. We know. We're happy. And even though I love my fans..-” you leaned back again and now smiled at him, “The only one I am in love with is you.”

The corner of his mouth curled into a smile and his forehead fell against yours, “Thank you.”

jeon jeongguk

“And what if one of them asks you to marry you one day?!” Jeongguk screamed.

It was unusual for you two to fight like this, but it somehow had escalated into a screaming match.

“Then I'll smile and thank him and tell him the standard line of: maybe one day. Just like you always do,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, “Why is it that I never complain when your fans do that, but you get so overly jealous that you scream at me for my fans!”

“I'm not jealous, I'm just..-” Jeongguk sat down on the bed and brushed his hands over his face, “I'm just worried.”

“But about what?” you knelt down in front of him, your hands on his knees, “I assure you, you don't have..-”

“Your fans become more and more handsome. And you gain more and more every day. What if you one day encounter one that's more handsome than me and more charming and..-”

“Jeon Jeongguk,” you sighed and made him look at you by grabbing his chin, “Have a little faith in me, will you? I love you for more than your looks or your charming personality. That's not why I'm with you. So I won't suddenly break up with you, because our relationship is steady enough to last for.. well.. forever in my opinion.”

He just became more and more insecure with the amount of fans you now had.. but he had to learn how to deal with this, just like you had to adjust at the beginning.

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hongcherry · 1 year ago

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i live for ur keyboard smashes and crying emojis!!!!

im really happy this series was well received from you! like i've said before, i knew this wouldn't be everyone's cup of tea, since i think it's pretty chill and heavy on slice-of-life, but im really grateful there were a few of you who thoroughly enjoyed it!

we love revealing new sides of a character ✨ cherry has gained a lot from cheol! more than just a personality change aha.

the image i had at that scene is just so SWEET D: like i wish i could draw bc WAHHH HE'S THE SWEETEST *cries in pillow* i did come across this tho so it's close enough

bby w flowers 🥺 (tho they would be bigger for cherry but yk...)

(cherry cares!!!! she cares!!!!!!)

cheol wants to shower her w gifts. i need a man like him.

i always get so nervous when i write "sit down conversations," because i don't want people getting bored 😩 but in this case, i felt like it was needed for closure. at least from a character's perspective. and yess :c we all want cheol to ditch hajun, but sometimes it's easier said than done when we've known someone for some time. we rather try to "fix them" than ditch them (rhyme not intended but slay me)

cherry got the look!!!! im happy u liked that part hehe. and i love seeing how happy you are for cherry opening up!

cant have a proper cheol fic without him sulking in it. is it even cheol then??? big baby^TM.

pretty please!cheol gotta keep his messy brand yk? hehehehe. i dont normally write smut in such a few paragraphs, so that was a challenge LOL. there wasn't even supposed to be another smut scene, but the flow flowed... yup that's how sentences work (sorry, my brain smol rn)

ngl i projected myself a lil in cherry w the dogs 🤣 im not as scared as her, but i am a little more cautious of them since i got bit by one a few years agodss;dlkbjdf AND IT WAS FOR A HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT. i got an a tho 😎

cherry would claim the clinginess on cho being too close.

yay for a happy ending 😊 wasnt sure how to end it so im happy you liked it!

i LOVE ur long messages. it always makes my days and i end up rereading them lol.

thank YOU for reading and consistently giving me feedback. i know it takes time to do so, so i really appreciate the time you took this past month to leave me these messages. and thank you for sharing your analysis of the characters with me. it helped me see them in a different light and made me cherish them (and the series as a whole) more!

tysm for ur support!!!! 🥰🥺 cheol loves you very berry much 💖

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🍒 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Slice of life (!!!), slow burn, drama, fluff, angst, smut; Unrequited enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, college au

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