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stayfortwominutes · 1 year ago
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📝the proof is in the pudding | lee know
disclaimers; written from third person perspective, petnames, food, mentions of an absent parent. no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.
pairing; lee know x female reader ft. their daughter.
synopsis; minho will always show you that love is not earnt, it is simply given.
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content; fluff, comfort, married/established relationship, slight angst, slice of life | word count; 1.7 k
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“no m-mowe.” the shrill cry that escaped from the little girl alarmed minho as he rushed into the kitchen to find the source of distress.
“no more?” minho repeats. the child turned to face him, her hand slid down the frame of the refrigerator; petite figure illuminated by the light that cast her disappointed silhouette onto the tiled floor below. she met his eyes with her bottom lip pouted and quivering.
"awe, princess." minho lovingly cooed as he attempted to soothe his daughter, minhee. her chubby cheeks were puffed out as crystal droplets threatened to overflow from her glassy eyes. her father shuffled over with his arms outstretched as he leaned down to scoop the child up. 
with minhee perched on his left forearm and against his hip, minho strutted out to the living room where y/n lay dumbfounded on the couch.
"d-daddy, i want p-pudding," minhee muttered hoarsely, spluttering a little as she choked back her sobs. 
the dazed woman slowly sat upright as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. only moments ago, she was drifting off, contently resting on minho's shoulder as he enveloped her with a warm arm; before he abruptly dashed off the couch to tend to their child. with his eyebrows furrowed and a sulking minhee in his arms, minho bounced gently from side-to-side on the spot.
“bunny, how about we go out for a stroll to collect some puddings?” his tone soft and laced with honey. it was not unusual to hear minho express himself in this manner after he had become a father. in fact, the softer sides of him were on display more often, but exclusively for his sweethearts.
“mummy, pudding pweeeease?” minhee further pleaded while flailing her tiny, determined fists in the air; the loose vowels amplifying her loveable manner.
y/n chuckled to herself, raking her fingers through her unruly, dishevelled locks. the clock on the wall read eight forty-five, and the family had no plans other than settling in for a peaceful saturday evening.
“how can i say no to both my babies?” minhee and minho exchanged glances, their eyes twinkling at the prospect of the delicious treat. y/n made her way over to the pair, pinching her daughter’s cheeks lightly as a hushed joyous squeal emitted from minhee, before reaching up and pecking her husband’s nose. “we’ll have to hurry, only fifteen minutes before the shop closes!” 
a few brief minutes later and the family of three were ambling their merry way to the nearest convenience store in hopes of retrieving their prized puddings. a light breeze that occasionally picked up was a pleasant relief from the awful humidity of the summer night. y/n and minho stood on either side of minhee, the trio forming a chain as they interlocked their hands together.
“daddy and i will have vanilla pudding, mummy what one do you want?” the small girl piped up, her cheerful voice carrying through the empty street.
“hmm, what flavour do you recommend?” y/n replied, smiling down at minhee, swinging their intertwined hands back and forth. “maybe you can try a different one and we can all share?” minho cheekily chimed in.
“your dad is telling me to get something different so you can enjoy mine and still eat yours too.”
dropping her daughter’s hand, y/n stood still to cross her arms over her chest. 
minho and minhee stopped in their tracks, and gazed at each other, “see i told you, she would figure it out. quick let’s go before she can stop us!” he swiftly lifted his daughter onto his back and jogged down the road. the sound of harmonious giggles erupted from the mischievous duo. y/n sighed, the sides of her mouth naturally upturned in response to their innocent antics. noticing she was a distance behind, up ahead minho had turned around, nodding to usher her along.
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with their puddings in hand, the family were set to return home, but minhee in her phase of intense curiosity, insisted they visit the nearby playground. y/n and minho could not resist their bundle of joy, and happily obliged.
“promise we will eat our puddings first, then ten minutes on the swing, alright?” y/n bargained. the family of three sat on a bench, all humming in enjoyment as they stomached their sweet puddings.
“it’s the last bite, open. ah,” minho demonstrated, his bunny teeth making an appearance, as he held the petite plastic spoon before minhee’s lips. the little girl mimicked his actions, her front teeth adorably similar to her father’s. 
y/n sat to the side, admiring the exchange between her husband and child. a warmth tickling the bottom of her heart. lost in her thoughts, minho’s pudding spoon dug into his wife’s cup. y/n glared playfully at her husband, her failed attempt to swat his hand away cost her remaining bites of pudding.
“ooh, caramel!” he teased, poking his tongue out as he finished the small portion she had left over.
feeling kittenish, y/n wrapped her arms around her daughter, who was sat between the couple. “mimi,” y/n began whining, “daddy is mean, he took my pudding~” minhee shifted in her place, a tiny hand patting against her mother’s hip in consolation. “bad daddy, mummy is sad. you should give her a kiss to make it better!”
hues of red painted y/n’s cheeks as the tips of minho’s ears grew hot. 
sheepishly leaning over, her hand deftly obscuring the child’s eyes as she pressed a peck to her husband’s lips, brazenly grazing his bottom lip with her tongue. pulling away and adjusting herself to relax back into the bench, y/n chuckles, “hmm, you’re right, the caramel is good. i'm all better now.” 
minho was greatly flustered from his wife’s bold display of affection in front of their child. he quickly shot up from his seat with his left hand extended to minhee, “sh-shall we get to the swings, princess?” 
y/n watched as her husband and daughter skipped together hand-in-hand to the swing set. her gaze wistful as she observes the pair, the sound of their mirthful laughter dances with the wind that disturbs the thick trees. the rustling of their leaves almost drowns out the wailing of the crickets. perhaps it was the faint tinge of petrichor that lingered in the evening air which ignited the tainted memories she had long believed were buried deep in the forsaken trenches of her mind. 
in front of her, minho earnestly basked in the moment, blissfully engaging with his daughter. a permanent smile etched onto their faces as the apples of their cheeks bloomed under the glow of the array of streetlamps littering the surrounding park area. y/n leaned forward, resting her elbow on her thigh whilst she placed her chin against her palm. the sight before her eyes fills her with a lonesome sense of longing, yet at the same time the contradicting feeling of solace.
as a child she lacked an adequate father figure, and for so long she was lost in her own sense of misdirection, untrusting of men and fearful of commitment. when minho entered her life, she was apprehensive, conflicted as to whether he could accept the myriad of flaws that decorated her person.
a light scoff instinctively fell from her lips, that thought banished from her mind as she stared down at the diamond ring on her left-hand finger. she could not deny his honest, blithe soul was bewitching.
minho sweeps his little girl off of her feet to rest her head against his shoulder, then turns to rejoin his wife at the bench. he instantaneously recognises the vacant look in his wife’s eyes, her absent gaze directed to her hand, and he makes a mental note to hold her in his arms extra tight when they get into bed.
“let’s go now, our princess is falling asleep.” he muses as his chin juts to point at the koala clinging to his upper torso. y/n stands, slipping her hand into minho’s.
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minho places a faint peck on his daughter’s forehead, cautious to stir her in her dozing state. “goodnight, bub.” he whispered affectionately, then softly closed the door to tiptoe back to the couple’s bedroom.
the moonlight spills in through the sheer curtains to dimly light the room where the pair lay together. minho engulfs her in a warm embrace, their limbs entangled under the covers. 
“thank you for being apart of my life. thank you for giving me something to look forward to in life, pumpkin.” y/n breathes out shakily, snuggling herself further into minho’s chest. he has an inkling as to what spurs his wife’s sudden heartfelt confession.
with her eyes still closed, y/n’s mind continues to ruminate, continuing down the spiral of her earlier train of thought. her hands encircling minho’s waist bundle tightly into his shirt. the tense hold on his clothes has him slightly shrinking away, as he takes a hold of his wife’s chin to bring her eye’s level with his. “bun, is something bothering you?” 
y/n doesn’t reply, her fragmented mind unable to form a coherent sentence. exhaling with all her might, she begins with her eyes still tightly shut, “no, it’s nothing like that. it-it’s just… seeing you treat our minhee so well, i feel so grateful. you’re a father to her in the ways i needed a father most.” 
the hum of the air conditioning fills the room. y/n tentatively opens her eyes, thinking her words were foolish.
“i am treating her with the love she deserves, and that’s the same love you deserve, bunny. pure and unconditional.” minho reaches to tenderly tuck a loose strand of hair behind y/n’s ear. he inches closer to press a loving kiss to his wife’s lips, filled with both reassurance and passion.
when they separate, he feels a droplet catch on his unclothed bicep. he fondly caresses y/n’s cheek, wiping stray tears that stagger down the side of her face. placing his forehead against her’s, minho gently shushes her, patting her back to calm the outpour of raw emotion that overcomes her. his wife relishes in his comforting touch, his affections effortlessly melt all her anxiety and tension into nothingness.
minho was the only man who didn't take pieces of her heart, to leave her a shell of the person she used to be. he only gave her more things about herself, and the world to love.
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hyunpic · 10 months ago
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DAILY HYUNJIN GIFS UNTIL HIS BDAY: love you and all your little things - hyunpic & hyuncam
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ivyyisbored22 · 6 months ago
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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭— 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐅
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I'm currently in my writer's era, so I wanted to publish this Fanfic I've been writing for the past few weeks. I've always had POVs and ideas for stories in my head but I stored them away in my notes app or my diary. But this one, I wanted to share. (I publish on Wattpad as well but my reach over there SUCKS.)
Consider giving this story a read and tell me what you think of it. Leave your comments and feedback, I always appreciate it. I'm still a beginner, so there might be some errors here and there. If you spot any please tell me and I'll correct them.
I'll try to upload weekly or whenever I finish writing a new chapter.
WARNING ⚠️ This story is for matured readers since there's smut, mention of alcohol and strong language.
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𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆...
He knew that this marriage was under his agreement that it's only valid for a year. But once their contract ends and Aria tells him she is carrying his child, his protectiveness, possessiveness over her increased a ton more. He didn't want this marriage to last more than he wanted but now he can't live without her.
Bang Chan x fem/OC - Arranged marriage. Mature content. Cold Husband. Billionaire. DUAL POVS
TW ❗❗: Pregnancy (I know not everyone enjoys this trope but I can assure that once you read it you will understand the plot. Do consider giving it a chance)
This story contains mature content such as mentions of alcohol, sex and strong language. 🔞
Note: Underlined chapters are already published and non underlined ones are upcoming. Ones marked in red contains smut. At the end of each chapter, the next one is linked.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:
Chapter 1 || Chapter 13
Chapter 2 || Chapter 14
Chapter 3 || Chapter 15
Chapter 4 || Chapter 16
Chapter 5 || Chapter 17
Chapter 6 || Chapter 18
Chapter 7 || Chapter 19
Chapter 8 || Chapter 20
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
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straylightdream · 1 year ago
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collateral damage
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part one: you’ll never leave me
feat: artist!hwang hyunjin x f.reader
↳ “He was left out in a sea of debit drowning. His only chance at surviving was marrying you. ”
arranged marriage au
warnings: mentions violence and death, gambling and drinking, dealing with past heartbreak and angst, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving) body worship, mentions of pregnancy. More warning to come in each chapters.
status: this series is on hiatus
an: this is a part of my arranged marriage series I’m working on. I’m going to post this in short chapters and then when it’s finish post it all together.
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A young talented artist with the world at his fingertips, had one major flaw. He loves to gamble. That wouldn’t be an issue if he kept winning, the real problem is he kept losing. Each loss pushes him further and further underwater. He was left out in a sea of debit drowning.
A rough night at a poker game left him tied to an overpriced Italian leather chair fearing this was the end of the line for him. With a blackeye and a busted lip, he was waiting for the end to come. The door to the dark office opens and the one man he feared most walks into the room with a bodyguard on each side.
“Hwang Hyunjin, why do we keep meeting like this?” The man dressed in an extremely expensive black Dior suit walks in front of him.
Hyunjin winces looking up at him slowly. The man had a wicked grin playing across his lips. Hyunjin’s eyes travel to the gun the man holds in his hand. He doesn’t respond, he just stares at him. He knew whatever happened to him was his own fault. He was the one who couldn’t stop gambling. He would be his own undoing.
“Answer him,” one of the guards shouted, kicking Hyunjin's already broken rib. Hyunjin gasps in pain, closing his eyes trying to stay with it. The beating he took before being tied up was already taking a toll on him.
“I don’t know Sir,” he finally says, groaning in pain.
“Hyunjin, you're such a promising artist, with such a nasty habit for losing money,” the man in the suit walks towards him. “You know how much money you owe me right?” he crouches down so he’s eye level with Hyunjin.
“A lot Sir,” he groans.
The man reaches forward, grabbing Hyunjin’s jaw tightly. “You have no way to pay me back,” he growls. The look on the man’s face let Hyunjin know death was closer than he expected.
“I’ll figure it out sir,” Hyunjin had been trying to figure out for a while how to crawl his way out of debt. Every option he could think of still left him drastically short on money.
“I’m feeling overly generous today. I have a one way ticket out, you either take it or you have twenty-fours to figure out how you’re gonna pay me,” he lifts Hyunjin’s chin so he’s looking at him. “Every single god damn penny you owe me.”
“What is it sir?” No matter what it was he knew he had to take it, because there's no way he could get all the money he owed him in twenty-four hours. He’s as good as dead if he doesn’t take the offer.
“Marry my daughter, and all is forgiven,” he releases Hyunjin's jaw before gently smacking his cheek lightly.
Hyunjin’s eyes grow wide as he tries to process what he was just offered. He didn’t even know the man in front of him had a family let alone a daughter.
“How old is she?” he asks without really thinking of anything else.
“She’s your age,” he lets out a laugh.
“When will I marry her?” It didn’t matter who she was. He had no choice but to marry her. His life was hanging on the line.
“Is that a yes Hwang Hyunjin,” he walks away from him and takes a seat at his expensive oak desk. “If you’re wise you’ll marry her.”
“Yeah, I’ll marry her,” he had never even seen her, but she’s his only chance of surviving.
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Laying in bed you’re awoken at four in the morning to your fathers phone call. Frantically you answer the phone worried something is wrong. Your father simply tells you to open the front door. Walking through your house in a robe wrapped tightly around your body you open the door to find your father and two of his guards standing on the other side.
For the longest time your father went out of his way to protect you from the evils of his job, but as you got older you saw what his job was truly like. You always tried to distance yourself from him, and had even tried to run away once but you were quickly found less then a week later.
“Hello darling,” your father says casually.
“Dad, what’s going on?” you say completely confused.
“I’ve brought you something,” one of his guards Minhyuk pulls a man with dark hair that reaches his shoulder in front of him. The boy immediately winces in pain, grabbing his side.
“What?”
“Darling, say hello to Hwang Hyunjin, your soon to be husband,” your father says as Minhyuk pushes the boy towards you. He can barely stand on his feet and you catch him before he falls.
“What the hell are you talking about?” you hold the boy up as you look at your father completely confused about what he is even talking about.
“He has a large debit to pay me, and that can only be paid by marrying you,” your father says too casually. As if forcing you into an arranged marriage is completely normal. “If you don’t want to marry him it’s fine. Tae will take care of him.”
Your heart sinks knowing exactly what will happen if you tell your father no. You literally hold this man’s life you’ve never met before in your hands. If you say no, Hyunjin most likely won’t even see the sun come up.
“Why?” you can’t help the tears that are threatening to fall as you stare at a man who has been clearly beaten by one of your father’s men.
“You’ll never leave me again, if you have him with you.” The older you get the tighter the grip your father fights to hold on your life. He tries to be in control in any possible way he can. You can’t do anything without him having a say. Your father made sure that when you opened your flower shop he had full control over the building, and clearly this is his way of having control of your romantic life.
“I’ll marry him,” you look at the beautiful man and see a guilt ridden expression on his face. Hyunjin is nothing more than a pawn in your father's game that is your life.
“I’ll have Yeji plan your wedding this week. Expect an extravagant wedding in two weeks. Oh and Hyunjin, and my darling daughter if you try anything funny to try to get out of this. Just know Hyunjin, I have no problem permanently removing you from this or any situation ever.”
Minhyuk pulls the door shut and you’re left standing there holding up a boy you’ve never met before. He steps away from you and stumbles over to the couch. You rush over to him, dropping to your knees trying to examine the damage your father left behind.
“I’m so sorry,” you say as you start to cry.
“Why are you sorry?” he groans, reaching up to brush away the dried blood from his lip.
“He’s just using you to make sure I can’t leave again,” reaching you to rest your hand on his cheek. You finally take a good look at him and realize how handsome he is.
“We’ll figure this out. I guess we’re a team now,” Hyunjin sighs. He reaches up resting hand on yours.
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You realize your apartment isn’t really set up to have a second person living in it. You live in a one bedroom apartment with nowhere to put a second bed.
“My place only has one room,” you look into his warm eyes.
“That’s fine I can sleep on the couch,” he groans holding his side.
“I should probably clean up your cut,” you stand up holding your hand out. You don’t even know this man that is supposed to be your husband, but all you know is you want to help him.
Rushing off to your bathroom you pull out a first aid kit. You pause for a moment and look into the mirror at the site of your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. You knew your father went out of his way to control your life but you never thought he would arrange for you to marry a man you’ve never met. You couldn’t help but suddenly feel completely trapped by your father and he was making Hyunjin a pawn in his game.
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sistertotheknowitall · 8 months ago
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Alfred was just getting home from errands.
He enters the kitchen to a child eating cereal on the counter, apparently he didn’t like the perfectly appropriate bar stools at said counter. No one would question the fact that he was raised in the circus. Because if Afried’s eyes are not suddenly failing him then Richard Grayson, son of the flying Grayson, was in Wayne manor. The poor boy had been the center of Gothams attention for the last month. The tragic death of his parents leaving the child orphaned.
And he was in Wayne manor.
Alfred: Master Bruce-
Bruce: He’s already here!
Alfred: *sigh*
Bruce: I’ve already started the adoption process.
Alfred:
Bruce: I TOLD HIM HE LIVES HERE NOW!
Alfred:
Bruce: 🥺
Alfred: *exhausted* I will speak to the lawyers.
17 years later
Alfred:
Bruce:
Damian:
Bruce: Al-
Alfred: No. Just let him go pick a room.
When Duke moves in two years later, Alfred doesn’t even pause. At least Selena gave him warning for the next three.
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srisrisriddd · 15 days ago
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minminbunny · 6 months ago
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Arranged Marriage AU - Chairman's Son! Han Jisung/Fanfic Author Fem! Reader
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"Must I really go?" you whined, scrolling through your draft. He scoffed, "It's been two days, you need fresh air," Jisung chastised. You opened your window, "I can get fresh air from here," you said, walking back to your seat. Jisung chuckled, "Not so fast, you know we have to attend this dinner as a couple," he said, crossing his arms. "It's not like you need your wife to be at every event" you grumbled, moving to put on your headphones when he held your wrist. "It's going to be a book discuss. Come on, be a good girl for me and read a book," he said, stroking your hair.
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"Fuck you and your stupid mouth," you whimpered, gripping his shoulders. Jisung chuckled, licking your ear, "Aww, but your sensitive body loves my voice," he whispered, sending shivers down your spine. You puffed your cheeks, glaring up at him. "Tsk, tsk. You shouldn't glare at the man with his cock in you cunt, babygirl," Jisung cooed, rolling his hips as slow as possible. "So fucking annoying," you grumbled, clenching hard around his throbbing hot shaft. Jisung tossed his head back, pleasure buzzing in his ears, "You're going to pay for that," he growled, tilting his head. You gulped at his sadistic look, "I'm so-," you said before choking on your words when he bucked his hips to the hilt. Jisung chuckled, gripping your love handles, "That's it, baby. No more speaking. Just take my cock like a good book whore," he groaned, fucking your dripping cunt deep and through.
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minsungincorrectquotes · 2 months ago
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*at Minsung's wedding* Minho: I'm going to get the wedding cake Jisung: And I'm going to check on the ring bear Minho: Minho: You mean ring bearer, right? Jisung: .... Minho: Please tell me you did not bring a bear to our wedding
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wnbnny · 11 months ago
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to the boy of golden sunlight- hwang hyunjin(h.hj)
summary: your love lasts forever, through the boundaries of time.
warning: angst if you squint??, fluff, and that's it you're good to go:)
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to the boy of golden sunlight, i love you.
you would quietly whisper in the night, willing the breeze to carry the words to your lover miles away from you.
to the boy of golden sunlight, i love you.
hyunjin had always thought you were the most beautiful being on earth. if he was your sunlight, you were his moon. calm and quiet, just like the waves crashing against the shore on a calm summer's night. the calmness to his passion, the muse to his inner poet. you two balanced each other out perfectly.
so when you would have little arguments with him, he would do everything to get you back. he couldn't lose you, not now, not ever.
you loved him too, in your own quiet way. you loved everything about him, from the way his eyes would crinkle up into thin creases when he smiled to the way he would kiss you goodbye every single morning without fail. you loved him with all his imperfections, loved him even through every argument you had with him, no matter how big or small.
"hi hyun," you giggled softly when he wrapped his arms around you in one fluid motion, nuzzling his face into your neck and pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.
"had a good day at work?"
hyunjin worked as the proud owner of his own art gallery, having taken interest in art when he was young and dreaming of being an artist or art curator . recently, his studio had begun to rise in popularity, leading to quite a number of famous art curators taking interest in him, so he was always extra busy these days working with clients and whatnot.
"mmm," he hummed, turning you around from where you were cooking at the kitchen to press a soft peck to your lips.
"hyun, i'm cooking, the food will burn," you laughed, turning around and trying to ignore the irresistible pout on his face as best you could.
"aside from one grumpy old art director that kept bugging me to sell one art piece to him , it went well," he sighed. "i've got even more meetings with clients lined up tomorrow, i don't think i even have time to finish that painting of you i'm doing by the end of the week." he frowned, eyebrows creasing slightly.
"well, i'm always available anytime you need to rant," you smiled, finishing up the pasta you had made and putting the pot in the sink to wash.
hyunjin stared, arms finally disentangling from you after back-hugging you for so long. then something clicked in him.
"marry me."
"what?" you stilled in your movements, turning around to look at the man you had called your lover for years.
"marry me." hyunjin stated, taking your hand.
as the soft glow of the lamp cast shadows and hazy light over the shared apartment you two owned, he had never felt more at home, more comfortable, more relaxed, more in love than he had ever been before. right then and there in that moment, he knew he wanted to marry you. wanted to hold you forever, wanted to call you his. he would always love you, now and forever. and he didn't need gaudy displays of affection, no grand gestures, for him to know that you loved him too.
"i'll get a ring soon, flowers, anything you want. but marry me one day." it came out so simply, so softly in the quiet and comfort of your home, his home too.
"i love you," he whispered, thumb brushing gently over the knuckles of your hand as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.
"i'll marry you," you sniffed, tears dripping down your face. "my boy of golden sunlight."
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cjsoleil · 5 months ago
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Love That I Like You (Seungmin x Reader)
Summary: Having just run away from her arranged marriage, Y/N is stuck walking around with a empty stomach and heels that hurt her feet. On the way, she meets a well dressed man who is more than kind to her. Little to her knowledge, he knows her better than she thinks.
Authors note: If you couldn’t tell, Seungmin is my bias.
People whisper and stare at Y/N as she walks down the sidewalk, but she doesn’t pay them any mind. She tries to focus on keeping the pristine white gown she is wearing clean, so she can sell it on eBay later. Or maybe she’ll keep it and wear the wedding dress around the house like pajamas.
Really, she didn’t plan on the day going like this. She has been preparing for her wedding day for months, since it was arranged by her grandparents' insistence. Sure, she was bothered by the idea at first, but eventually accepted the lack of control she had over her own life. Thinking back, that is as sad as it sounds. She never met her fiancé before, and refused to look at any pictures of him out of pure spite.
“It doesn’t matter what he looks like.” She would say, “I might as well keep him a surprise, just like our proposal.” Her grandparents always got upset when she acted like that, but never commented on it. They were just happy she wasn’t fighting too hard against the marriage. The wedding was just a business arrangement for her grandparents, and her fiancé’s parents' companies. It was all explained to her, but she never bothered to listen to the details.
Anyways, Y/N has got a classic case of cold feet and is now wandering the streets while looking for something to eat. She hasn’t eaten all day and is obviously missing her dinner plans. A place to rest her feet would be nice as well. She’s been walking for well over an hour, not wanting to be dragged back to the chapel. But these heels are not made for long strolls, and she finds herself tripping over air in them. The autumn wind brings goosebumps to her bare arms and has already blown her vail out of her hair. She didn’t bother to try to catch it.
After a few more minutes of walking, Y/N comes across a convenience store. She’s just about to go inside when she realizes her problem.
“Damn it.” She practically huffs when it hits her that she has no money on her person. She left her phone in the car and her purse is at her apartment. Sitting down at one of the tiny tables outside the store, Y/N puts her head in her hands and sighs.
‘I could play the left at the altar card’ she thinks, ‘Who wouldn’t feed a crying bride?’ Just as Y/N is about to make herself cry, she feels a tap on her shoulder.
“Excuse me.” The soft voice makes her look up to see a young man in his early twenties. He has big eyes, short and soft looking brown hair and a somewhat awkward look on his face. Y/N must say, he is such a cutie. He holds up a piece of white fabric, a vail, “I believe this is yours?”
“How’d you know?” She smiles and takes the veil.
“Lucky guess.” He seems to hesitate for a moment, before asking, “Is there something wrong?”
“Not really. I’m just hungry.” The man nods before looking at the store.
“Let’s go then.” Y/N shakes her head with a laugh,”I’ll pay.”
“That’s sweet, but you don’t-“ he’s already walking into the store, making her follow.
Looking at the man now, Y/N can see that the man is dressed pretty formally. A white button down with black dress pants and dress shoes.
“Hey, where are you on your way back from?” Y/N asks as she picks up an instant ramen package, her other hand still holding her veil, “Cause you're dressed so nicely.” She snickers a little when she sees the man’s ears turn red.
“Thank you. I had a… business meeting. Plans fell through.”
“I can relate.” Y/N had only picked up the ramen, but the man bought much more food for the two of them, despite her insistence that she didn’t need much.
“You are my saviour.” Y/N tells him as they eat at one of the small tables the store has, “Thank you- Oh, I don’t even know your name. I’m Y/N.”
“Seungmin.” Y/N lets out a small laugh.
“Funny, that was my fiancé’s name too.” She pauses, “That makes me sound horrible. I promise, I didn’t leave because I cheated or because of something bad.” Seungmin nods and takes a sip of his coffee.
“It’s none of my business.” Y/N appreciates that, but can still see the curiosity in his eyes.
“It was arranged. I don’t know anything about the guy, except that he has good taste in engagement rings. It’s a shame I’ll have to give it back.” She looks down at the ring. It’s pretty simple, the diamond itself is small and the band itself is sparkly, “but enough about me, you said you had a business meeting? What do you do?”
“I work for my family’s business.” He says.
“Oh, how is-“
“I hate it.”
“Ah.” Y/N nods, a little taken aback by his answer, “So, why don’t you quit?”
“Why didn’t you say no to your wedding?”
“Touché.”
Y/N smiles when she finishes eating, nodding her head to Seungmin.
“Thank you very much for feeding me. I'll get out of your hair.” As she stands, Y/N winces. Damn, these heels are killing her.
“Are you alright?” She waves off his question.
“I’m fine.” She says bye again but after a few moments, she notices Seungmin following her, “Are you following me?” The question is asked without a hint of anger or annoyance, clear by the smile on her face. Seungmin smiles and shrugs.
“I don’t have much else to do.” Now, any other person, Y/N would have told the guy to beat it. But Seungmin is super cute and nice. Plus if the man who bought her food wants to hang around, who is she to object to it?
“Well, I’m just wandering for a while. I don’t want to hear whatever spiel my family has prepared for when I get back to my place.”
“Let’s go shopping.” Y/N looks over to Seungmin, tilting her head, “Unless you want to wear that day.”
“Maybe I do. This-“ she gestures to herself, “- is going to be the new trend.” She can’t conceal her own laughter as Seungmin shakes his head at her, smiling to himself.
“You’re right. Should I buy one?”
“You can have mine, I don’t really like it anyways.”
“You look beautiful in it.” His words are said so quietly, she barely hears them. But she does, and blood rushes to her face. The dress is pretty, yes, modern. But that’s not what Y/N dreamed of her wedding dress being. She wants something like a princess gown, tulle and sparkle.
They soon end up in a clothes store, and after seeing Y/N wince again, Seungmin forced her to sit down on a cushioned bench in the store as he went to get her clothes. She didn’t try to fight him on it, since he is the one paying. In less than ten minutes, Seungmin comes back to her and hands her a bag.
“What’s your shoe size?”
“Um, seven.” Seungmin nods.
“Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.” Before she can respond, Seungmin is walking away from her. Y/N shakes her head with a smile before she goes to the bathroom to change. Seungmin has cute taste, he got her a pink pleated skort, a white shirt and has even remembered to buy her a bra, which almost makes her die of embarrassment. After getting out of the dress and getting into the clothes, she folds up the dress, though she’s pretty sure you're not supposed to do that, and puts it in the large bag. She puts the veil in there as well.
Back at the bench she was at, she sees Seungmin waiting there with a bag.
“Seungmin, you're doing too much for me.” Y/N tells him, but he only smiles.
“It’s fine.”
“Really Seungmin. I have shoes, just go return these-“
“Sit down.” She does and Seungmin kneels right after.
“What-“ he takes the shoe box out of the bag, before he holds Y/N’s right ankle in his hand and begins to take off her heel. That renders Y/N speechless as she watches Seungmin put a nice but comfortable sandal on her foot.
“Okay okay.” She taps Seungmin’s shoulder and gestures for him to get up, “I got it. Get up.” She notices he has a small smirk on his face. Happy that he got his way, no doubt.
Y/N puts her heels in the shoe box and puts it back in the bag. When she stands up, she sighs at the relief of wearing shoes that don’t hurt. “Thank you so much. You’re so kind to me. The minute I can, I’ll pay you back.” Seungmin rolls his eyes and flicks the girl’s forehead.
“I wouldn’t have offered it if I cared about that.”
“Oh no, that’s not happening. I’m paying you back. Give me your phone.” Seungmin blinks at her with his big eyes, but still hands over his phone after unlocking it. Y/N puts in her phone number in his contacts before handing it back to him.
“There. So you can text me later and we can meet up so I can pay you back.”
“You don’t need an excuse to give me your number.” Seungmin says, and she can see a hint of blush of his ears, “I was going to ask anyway.”
“Then I guess it works out.” Y/N grins and they leave the store together.
“What made you decide to leave?” Y/N hums hearing his question, asking him to elaborate, “You initially agreed to your arranged marriage. What made you change your mind?” The girl shrugs. They're walking around a park, having already dropped off Y/N’s shoes and dress at a donation box.
“A lot of things I guess. I didn’t really want to get married to someone I never met, but…” Y/N trails off for a second before continuing, “When I was sitting in the back of my dad’s car, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I wanted. A winter wedding, a Cinderella dress, a horse and carriage, a man who I actually know and love. Then I was telling my dad I had to go to the bathroom, and ran away.”
“Do you feel bad about it?” Y/N hesitates.
“…No. Like, I feel bad for him and his family, since I’m sure they’ll probably be on his ass about it all. But I decided to not let my family bother me anymore. If they want to disown me for this, so be it.”
“Good.” Their hands brush, “You shouldn’t feel bad. Not for living your own life.” Y/N laughs and bumps into Seungmin’s shoulder.
“What about you? I have no right to say what you do, but if you hate your job, you should just quit. We can be our family’s disappointments together.” Seungmin laughs at that and Y/N just can’t help but grab his hand, interlocking their fingers. He doesn’t pull away. Y/N looks up at him, before taking a single step closer. Seungmin tilts his head down and oh my god, she really wants to kiss him.
“You know something?” Y/N starts before she can actually acknowledge what she’s saying, “If I was supposed to marry you, maybe I wouldn’t have ran away.” Seungmin has an unreadable expression.
“I should tell you something.” Seungmin whispers softly, pulling back. Shit she’s so stupid for saying that.
“What is it?” She must have a odd look on her face, because Seungmin snorts.
“Don’t look so scared, I just need to tell you my last name.”
“Your last name?”
“Kim Seungmin.” Seungmin watches as the gears turn in Y/N’s head before a sense of dread fills her.
“Oh my god, oh my god! I’m such a dumbass.” Seungmin nods, “Don’t agree!”
“You seriously thought You coincidentally met someone with the same name as your fiancé, dressed formally who also had their business plans fall through? Y/N, I’m practically wearing a tuxedo.”
“Seungmin is a common name! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He grins.
“I thought you might’ve been able to come to the conclusion. Idiot.” The name is filled with fondness. Y/N covers her face with her hands and laughs, because the situation is hysterical.
When she catches her breath she looks over at the man, who is still smiling.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For what? Leaving you at the altar!” Seungmin shakes his head.
“No, it’s a good thing you did. I’m glad you had the confidence to stand up for yourself, something I don't have.” He caresses the back of her hand with his thumb, “I’m happy we got to meet like this. Or we can pretend we never met and go our separate ways.” Yeah, as if.
“Let’s not. I… I really like you Seungmin.”
“I like you too, even if you're a little stupid.” Y/N shoved him and cried out “Mean!”
When they stop laughing, Y/N removes her hand from Seungmin’s and pulls off the ring on her left ring finger.
“Here.” She hands the ring to Seungmin.
“You sure? You can keep it if you want.” She shakes her head.
“We’re not engaged, it’s not right to keep it.” He nods and the corner of his lip twitches upwards. “Maybe one day, I’ll be able to give it back to you.” Y/N nearly gasps hearing him say that. Then she suddenly grabs Seungmin’s shoulders and kisses him, so quickly that he can’t even react. The kiss would have been longer if they weren’t in public.
“You’re so sweet Seungmin, so cute.” She kisses his cheek before she pulls away. They walk around for a little longer, and Seungmin suddenly voices what they were both thinking.
“Are we going to tell our families about this?”
“No.” Her response is immediate, making her back peddle, “I mean, we can if you want. But I don’t. God I’d never hear the end of “if your dating just get married. Why wait?” It’d be worse than if I went straight home.”
“Dating?” Seungmin repeats, a little glint in his eye, “Who’s dating?” Y/N rolls her eyes.
“We ate together, went shopping and strolled through the park. We kissed like two minutes ago, that’s a date.”
“Ask me formally and I’ll consider it.” Y/N scoffs.
“As if you weren’t ready to marry me a couple of hours ago.” She mumbles before forcing a smile that is borderline creepy, “Seungmin dear, would you do me the pleasure of going out with me?”
“I guess.” Y/N pretends to frown and starts to walk away, only for Seungmin to grab her hand and pull her back to him.
Y/N likes Seungmin, but she doesn’t love him. But maybe one day she will. Maybe, when she goes back home he will call her and plan another date, where Y/N will force him to let her pay him back. Maybe, in a few years he will offer her the ring back and she will take it. He will gain the confidence to quit his job in his family’s company. Then, maybe in January, she will take a carriage ride while wearing a white and sparkly ball gown dress and will meet Seungmin wearing a complete suit. With only a few people to bear witness of their elopement, he will say his vows and that he loves her while meaning it, and she will do the same.
Maybe.
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3rachasninja · 1 year ago
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This was so so sweet 🥺🥺🥺🥹💜🩵🩷
📝 what's yours is mine | bang chan
disclaimers; tiny inkling of suggestive humour, written from third person perspective, petnames, insecurity, self doubt, descriptions of reader's body as "soft". no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.
pairing; bang chan x female reader
genre; fluff, comfort, married/established relationship, slight angst, sprinkle of humour.
word count; 1.4 k
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it was nights like these.
when y/n could feel the calm, persistent rise and fall of her husband’s unclad chest pressing against her back. a loving warmth radiates from chan, seeping into her being, and enveloping her entirety in a blanket of comfort and security. the feeling of his fervent kisses he placed against the length of her neck earlier still linger. the couple lay together, limbs intertwined. chan’s right arm hooked under the curve of y/n’s waist; his sly, wandering fingers slithered underneath her singlet and rested against the soft, plush of her abdomen. right then and there, y/n prays for a greater divine entity to make time stand still, so she can continue to relish his doting embrace. her heart swells with utter delight, and a tinge of delirium ー a result of the late hours of the evening that she finds herself awake at.
y/n reaches for chan’s other hand, his arm slung lazily over her hip. she fiddles with the thin, silver bracelet adorning his wrist. the bracelet she gifted him over two years prior - inscribed on the inside plate, a few words: what’s yours is mine. although cliche, the idiom became a phrase the pair often recited to each other.
she chuckles internally to herself, reminiscing on the defining moment in their journey to marriage.
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“honey, please look at me…” chan pleads as he kneels before y/n, who sits on their small couch with an absent gaze fixed to the opposite wall of their apartment. she’s teary-eyed with her bottom lip in a pout.
she continues to stubbornly avoid his eyes. he brings his thumb and index to her chin, guiding her face to meet his. chan leans forward, y/n is drawn to his wide brown orbs that beckon her attention, holding a profound reassurance as they stare back at her. the silent communication between the pair has y/n lurching forward into chan’s arms, nestling her face into his shoulder as child-like wails escape her.
“i-i didn’t think they’d see me. i’m so sorry, channie. i don’t want to break up, but i don’t want them to hurt you. i don’t want th-them to be mad at you.”
the flurry of fears spew from his girlfriend as she clings to his frame, whilst chan consolingly pats her back. everything begins to click in his head. earlier that day, the couple were called to the company, where his manager broke the news of their exposure to the public. an array of headlines decorated the homepages of various news sites, mostly presenting their relationship in a scandalous, negative manner.
y/n was very quiet, and appeared understanding, but on their way home, a sense of distance and tension had begun festering between them.
“baby, you did nothing wrong. they were going to find out about us sooner or later. you mean the world to me. i won’t let anything happen to you. if they’re my fans, they’ll be happy for me.” chan gently affirms y/n as he cradles her fragile, exhausted body.
“up we go,” he announces, tucking his arms under y/n’s knees and around her shoulders to gather her into a bridal-style hold. chan carefully walks them to their shared bedroom, placing her delicately on the edge of the bed. once again, his girlfriend’s gaze is downcast, her shoulder slump with the weight of great sorrow as she sniffles trying to hold back the stinging tears that prick at her eye line.
chan uses this opportunity to hastily rummage through his backpack hanging off a hook on the back of the bedroom door. he's careful to conceal the small velvet box in his pocket. taking a seat next to y/n on the bed, his left arm encases her shoulders and brings her head to rest against him.
“i wasn’t going to say it like this, but the timing couldn’t be any better,” he nervously starts, feebly scratching at his clavicle. chan takes y/n’s left hand in his, caressing the back of her palm, rubbing faint soothing circles in hopes to assuage her anxieties. y/n senses the shift in his demeanour, her breath hitching in her throat in anticipation for the worst; she had a tendency to spiral, and she begins to mentally prepare herself for him to deliver the three dreadful words: “let’s break up-” but he doesn’t.
“let’s get married-” y/n swallowed, her head tilted slightly back to prevent the salty tears that welled up. a volcano threatening to erupt, they began to freefall without a care, her trembling hands cover her eyes as she hurriedly move out of his firm hold.
“i don’t want to say goodbye to what we have, but if it’s for the best, i’ll do anything for you, chan.”
“woah, woah! baby, slow down. retract that, come back to me.” y/n stands in front of him, as the reality washes over her. with her mouth agape, she studies his face. chan’s lips are plastered with a smile, but his brows furrow at the unexpected rejection. he peers at her face painted with disbelief, before breaking into a laugh.
“did you think i was breaking up with you?” his hands reach out to y/n, residing on either side of her hips to position her in between his knees. y/n’s hands come to rest on his shoulders and she doesn’t break eye contact with him. her eyes conveying a message of uncertainty, and chan receives that as a sign to continue his previous spiel.
“no matter what anyone says,” he interlaces one of his hands with y/n’s and peppers several featherlike kisses to her knuckles, “you are my world. your happiness is my happiness, your sadness is my sadness, and your love is my love. i don’t want to face the world alone anymore.” tears again pool in her eyes, not from apprehension, but pure joy and adoration over chan’s heartfelt confession.
“i’m not that special, m-maybe one day you’ll wake up and realise you settled for me over your dream…” y/n was not one to express her self doubts openly to chan, and those words evoke a protective side in him; confident to prove her worth to him.
chan scoffs, “settle? that might be how you see it, but i’ve had the pleasure of knowing you for years, and you’ve only given me more reasons to love life. i’m convinced i’ve loved you in a past lifetime, and we’re reuniting again to continue that same love. let me be the one to teach you all things to love about you. whatever problems arise, we’ll solve them together." y/n grew speechless, hearing chan profess such deep feelings broke down her walls of insecurity, his words were an emergence of light nearing the end of a dark tunnel.
"you are my dream."
chan's gaze holds a degree of fondness that has y/n crumbling into his arms, her knees buckle and she falls forward, pinning him against the mattress. the action alone flusters both of them as they blush in unison, red blooming from chan’s neck all the way up to his ears as a wildfire of pink spans across y/n’s cheeks.
“getting down to business already, mulan?” chan shyly bites, breaking the tense atmosphere between them.
“speak for yourself, i felt that.” y/n abashedly retorts as she straightens herself to stand up, and chan is quick to fish the velvet box from his pocket before raising his hands in the air.
“i'm innocent!” laughter erupts from the pair as chan engulfs y/n in a joyous hug.
“that’s a yes though, right?” he pulls back and y/n nods profusely, “yes in this lifetime, and in the next.”
chan stands, his arms encircle y/n’s waist as he captures her lips with his; molding together perfectly in reciprocal affection and devotion.
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the memory sets y/n’s heart ablaze as excitement courses through her veins. consumed by the need to feel even closer than they impossibly were, y/n untucks his hand from beneath her singlet to turn over and cuddle further into her husband’s hold.
chan stirs, a hazy smile dances on his lips, “comfortable, baby?” he mumbles, sleep dripping from each word.
“always in your arms, my prince. i love you,” y/n replies, reverently pressing a soft peck to his lips.
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notes; i finally pieced together the prompt, after rewriting it and revising it over the past few days. i can't say i feel like the outcome matched my original idea. i was definitely not surprised bang chan won the poll for a comfort fic. thank you once again to everyone who votes, leaves nice comments and reblogs; you're all greatly appreciated. i hope you enjoyed this piece too! © creatively-useless ; august 27, 2023.
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fiestaplum-skz · 4 months ago
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Project dinosaur?? (Arranged marriage mafia AU Bangchan fic)
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In regards to the name, Its just what came into my mind. Eventually when I begin writing I'll think of a proper name.
Ive decided on an Arranged Marriage mafia au as that has the most votes by a lot'
So Project Dinosaur is going to be a Black widow esque, daughter of crime lord, assassin o/c x Mafia Boss Bangchan arranged marriage fic. (Very wordy I know sorry). Im not sure how many parts it will be as I haven't even properly outlined it yet but it will probably be between 15 - 20 parts depending on random factors.
It will explore deep topics e.g. Alcohol dependency, but dont expect any full on smut for at least the first good chunk of it as im still getting comfortable with writing it.
Im so excited to get started with writing this, Once ive got going ill have an update schedule (Probably once a week).
Maknae line pet names coming tonight or tomorrow.
Hyung line
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escapizm · 9 months ago
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ismenesaffronzabini · 7 months ago
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Part 1...?
Bisexual lee know × aromantic fem reader
Arranged marriage but they are happy with it...
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"Hi. Did you have to wait for long?" I asked as I approached the table where he sat.
"Not at all, don't worry about it. I just got here" He answered, standing up.
Lee Minho, or as the guy had asked me to call him, Lee Know, was handsome. Anyone could see it from a mile away. That's why he made me curious about his decision.
"Have you ordered anything yet?"
"Nah...I was just going through the menu. What would you like to eat?" He asked, handing me the menu to go through the available items.
"Meh...I'll just take a sandwich and then coffee afterwards." I shrugged, not really hungry.
"I'll take the same then" Minho nodded to the waiter.
"How have you been?" He asked finally turning to me.
"Oh I've been well, work here and there you know...How have you been?"
"Same. I'd say I was excited for today. My parents more than me" He chuckled, scratching his neck.
"Honestly same for my parents. They were more excited." There was an awkward silence, and I sure as hell didn't know how to fill it.
"Have you gave it a thought?" Lee Know asked after a few seconds.
"I guess? I don't know honestly. I mean I don't mind it" I replied shrugging, indifferent to whatever happens.
"Can I ask you a question?" I asked immediately.
"Sure" Minho replied, thanking the waiter as they put the food on our table.
"You're handsome. I won't deny it. So why are you agreeing to an arranged marriage?" I asked curiously, taking a bite of my sandwich.
"Straight to the point I see" Lee know chuckled.
I waited patiently for him to reply, as he took his time.
"I'm bisexual. More preferenced towards guys. Simply put, my parents would never agree with my choices, and I never found a girl attractive to date her. So my parents made me promise that if I don't have a girl to marry till I'm 25, then they'll arrange my marriage for me...having grandchildren and all in mind" Minho explained with a sigh, taking a sip of his coffee.
"So You're basically gay and can't marry a guy so You're settling for an arranged marriage?" I asked, shocked at his nonchalance.
"Precisely" He replied with a tight lipped smile.
"And you don't have a boyfriend right now?"
"Nope...never looked for one. Same for a girlfriend." He shrugged, waiting for my reply.
"What if after marriage you find a guy that you actually like?" I asked curiously.
"Can't do anything then can I?" Lee know laughed, and I was only glad that his laugh seemed genuine.
"Won't you feel like being tied down after marriage? I don't want to force you to marry" I stated, frowning.
"First, you won't. Marrying will be my decision. Second, you speak as if you've already made your decision about this...have you?" Minho asked back.
"Kinda...like yes I want to marry. But again, I don't want to force you. It's ok if you say no. No hard feelings?" I replied, half lying. Of course, if he said no, there's no guarantee that I'd find a guy half as handsome as him. I'd be at loss, but that will be fine.
"How are you so sure of your decision?" He asked curiously, leaning forward and interlocking his fingers, looking at me with all his attention.
"First, stop looking at me like that. Second, I never had a boyfriend and I doubt I could get one. I want to settle down and have children. Arranged marriage was the only option for me." I answered simply.
He smirked, for reasons I didn't know and shifted back in his chair. "Bullshit."
"Sorry?"
"Bullshit. How is it possible you never had a boyfriend? Your good looking and smart." Minho asked.
"Hmm...I wonder how one doesn't get a boyfriend, being good looking and smart" I said sarcastically looking him up and down. His sitting position was quiet infuriating, torso relaxed and laid back, legs occupying unnecessary space.
"Touché" He scrowled, finally sitting up in a respectful position.
"What's your reason for not getting a boyfriend then?" He asked further and I never felt the need of hitting someone as I did then.
"Relationships were never my forte. Multiple guys asked me, I rejected." I answered, smirking a bit.
"Why not reject me then?"
"Because what good will that do me? I'm not getting younger. After rejecting you there's no guarantee any other man would even want to be with me or if I would even find a man as attractive." I answered, walking around the main reason.
"So you find me attractive?" He smirked.
"Did I not just say that?" I answered back monotonously and I saw his arrogance cool down a bit.
"How many children do you want?" He changed the topic so suddenly that it made me choke on my own saliva.
"Have some water" He acted immediately, concern written over his face.
"I'm okay. Thanks." I replied accepting the water.
"Two" I answered after calming down.
"Sorry?"
"I want two children"
"Good. Same"
There was nothing else to say. The main reason i had asked for a date before giving any answer was to ask him why he was agreeing to arranged marriage. And I was sufficiently satisfied with his answer.
"Do you like to travel?" He asked suddenly.
"Yeah l love travelling" I nodded.
"There is one last question, and answer carefully because my answer depends on your reply" Minho said, face turning serious.
His look was intimidating. But it wasn't like I was in a position where his reply mattered much to me. I had nothing to lose.
"Sure go ahead." I nodded, shifting forward involuntarily.
"Cats or dogs?" He asked with all his seriousness.
I burst out laughing at his antics, and even though his face reddened, he stood his ground.
"Cats" I answered when I saw him waiting for my answer.
A smile immediately broke out on his face, grin to be exact. "Perfect"
"Why was this so serious?" I asked chuckling.
"I have two Cats. I would never marry a person who wouldn't let me keep them"
"I never explicitly agreed that I would let you keep your cats" I challenged, loving the way his expression changed so fast.
"But...but you just said you like cats" he stuttered, almost pouting, his tone accusatory.
"Chill. I'm just messing with you" I giggled
"But, there is one problem." I added, putting on a serious face.
"It will be very hard to handle three cats and two children in future, don't you think?"
"Three cats?" He asked.
"I have a cat too. I'm not letting go of her either" I replied, waiting for his reaction.
"Oh your Perfect. This is perfect. We can easily take care of our five children together." He gushed.
"Good" I grinned, unable to keep the smile off of my face at his cuteness.
"So it's a yes?" I asked after a pause.
"Yes" He nodded, now calm, a small smile visible on his face.
"Okay...yes good. Yes for me too. Pleasure doing business with you, mister Lee." I muttered awkwardly.
"Should we get going then?" Lee know chuckled, ignoring my awkward attempt at concluding our short date"
"Wait. There's one last thing. And you need to know that before telling your parents your final decision." I hesitated. It was going to be hard to explain, but I also didn't want to wrong him.
"Sure go ahead." He nodded patiently.
"I'm...aromantic. that was the real reason why I never had a boyfriend. I can't develope romantic feelings for anyone. Even if we get married, I promise to be the best wife or whatever, but I won't ever be able to love you romantically. Can you live with that?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"Why didn't you tell this at the beginning?" He asked, shocked.
"I wanted to get a good impression in before dropping the bomb. It's okay if your answer changes after getting this knowledge. I'm prepared for the rejection." I replied in a small voice.
"But...you said you wanted to have kids?" He stuttered a bit, ears turning red.
"Uh...I do? What of it?"
"But you need to...have sex for having kids?"
I laughed at his embarrassed self.
"Thank you for the knowledge" I teased, "but I'm aromantic, not asexual"
"Oh" He replied, lost in his thoughts. "It's fine...it's not like I like girls completely as well. You're compromising, I can compromise too"
"I'll make sure you won't have to compromise, Lee know" I sighed.
"I can't show you romantic feelings, it doesn't mean I'm incapable of showing affection." I smiled at him, hoping to calm his nerves.
"Okay" He nodded.
"Anything else?" He asked curiously.
"Nah, that was the biggest thing." I shook my head.
"That's settled then...how about we go on a date next..." He started, looking at his phone "Sunday? This time a proper one" He asked looking at me expectantly.
"Sunday works" I nodded slowly, taking my schedule into consideration.
"See you then...I'll pick you up 5pm?" He asked as we walked out of the cafe
"See you at 5" I smiled at him as we waved our goodbyes, having finally fixed a date.
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psychicreadsgirl · 6 months ago
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has lee know been fulfilled by his love life and/or romantic options in recent times, and if not, why? thank you!
Not really sure what you mean exactly with your question but I don't think he ever places that much emphasis on romantic love in life. He cares more about other things over love like his career and his health and himself.
He isn't the most selfless partner. He's more focused on himself in a relationship than about a partner's desires/needs. He will expect his partner to prioritize him and his career goals over those of his partner. He's not very aware/sensitive of a partner's needs too; he's more absorbed in his own concerns/life/issues.
Just don't get that sense that romantic love is his #1 priority. He doesn't like the feeling of being tied down too. He also doesn't want to be controlled by a partner and seeks a lot of freedom in a relationship. He'd be a fun and playful partner. He's also pretty independent and doesn't really need to rely on his partner much. However, he isn't really the type that'll look after their partner a lot. He expects his partner to be very independent--financially too and emotionally. He's not really the type that will drop everything to tend to his partner's emotions/needs.
He prefers something more casual and fun nowadays. He's not really interested in starting a family or marrying right now.
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