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NEWS FLASH ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི TAEYEON SMAU

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[ripleylove]

SFW alphabet ; Rhea Ripley.

pairing: Rhea Ripley x fem reader.

genre: fluff <3

A/N: I miss Rhea. These are my thoughts.

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Rhea is for sure clingy. Like, she'd be always close to you, holding your hand or wrapping her strong arms around your waist,and she always wants to feel your touch.

I think she loves to show affection through kisses and,more precisely,with sleepy cuddles. Her arm draped over your body carelessly,while her left arm is under your head,serving as a pillow (best pillow ever besides her chest).

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

She would be those kind of friends that are a "ride or die": you and her would do the most stupid and insane things together,all while enjoying each other's company. Also, she'd be your safe place to run to at hard times,her always listening and always giving you advices would always make you feel better and,most importantly,special.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddles with her are MAGNIFICENT!!!! Like,of course she cuddles (and loves to be cuddled) and of course she'd be like a mama bear,cause her strong arms and her big figure would wrap you up like a burrito so perfectly, that you would never want to go out of her arms. Also,she loves to just spend days in bed with you,under the covers,in which the only thing that will be done,is giving and receiving cuddles.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

For sure,Rhea would be the most excited about settling down with you and starting a family: she only wanted you as her girlfriend, wife,and mother of her children. When she would see you playing with little girls and boys,she'd always have major baby fever,with one of her biggest smiles on her face.

To her,cooking and cleaning doesn't feel like any chore at all,if she gets to do it with you. For example, she would be eager to do the dishes with you after lunch or dinner,you would be washing and cleaning and she would be drying and placing the dishes in their respective places.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If she wanted to break up with you,of course she would talk to you about it. For any reason,for example the distance while going on the road or any lack of communication, she'd always respect the way you think and you would do the same for her.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Rhea,being head over heels for you,would be the most loyal person you've ever met. If someone tries to flirt with her,she'd always shoo them away,because no one could ever get her like you do. If,for example, you would get jealous of her TV relationship with Dominik,she'd do anything it takes to show you that it's all fake and that you're the only one ruling her heart.

She would like to get married 2 or 3 years in the relationship, because she doesn't want to rush things,but if the love you felt for each other was too strong,she'd propose as soon as possible.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

She'd be so so so patient it would make you want to cry. If you struggle with past traumas or anxiety, in the first months of this relationship she would do late night researches on the topic while you were sleeping,reading any tips about panic attacks etc.,so she could help you without feeling helpless.

Physically, she's also very gentle and sweet. After you'd come home late at night,very exhausted, she would remove your jacket and your shoes, before wrapping you in her embrace. I also think she's the type to lay you on the bed, and to massage your sore shoulders,slowly lulling you to sleep.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Oh,as said before,she's THE hugger. Almost a professional hugger,I must say. Head on your shoulders,arms wrapped around your waist,and you caressing her back: that's how she likes it. If she could, she would be attached to you 24/7,because your arms are so warm and so lovely and the list could go on!! Hugging her would feel like heaven, literally. Especially if she'd start to tickle you,that would be literal paradise,but anything she does is heavenly (duh).

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Oh,I think she'd say it in like 2 or 3 weeks. I SAID WHAT I SAID!!!! Because,c'mon,it isn't impossible to fall in love with you and your personality. The way you'd always blush around her,or how you'd always share your food with her,or even the way you'd shily slide you soft hand in hers. She would be head over heels for you,like,I'm not even joking. Also she'd be saying that she loves you every single minute. Over text,with calls, while colliding her lips with yours etc.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Rhea doesn't get jealous easily,because she knows she's yours and you're hers. But,sometimes,you don't even realise that someone is actually talking to you to get you in bed,and often you just mistake that intent for a simple and unhurtful small talk. And this thing happened many times in many places,for example in a a bar. Rhea,ever so caring and attentive,would notice that,and she would come over to you (and the person you're talking with) and put her arm around your waist. "So,baby,where do you wanna go now?"

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

The feeling of her kisses would be like feathers,her plump and soft lips lovingly meeting yours in a passionate and sweet kiss. While kissing,she would hold your cheeks with her rough hands,and you would caress her long hair,sliding your fingers through her black strands. Her favourite places to get kisses are: lips (obviously), neck,hands and head. (although, sometimes you would kiss the tip of her nose,and she would act like she hates it,but she actually loves it).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Around children,at first she might be anxious, but when you'd help her to hold little babies or when you would join a toddler that was playing with barbies,she would start to warm up to the children. She'd have the preference to newborns and little babies,because she dies from their cuteness,but she also loves toddlers! This whole babies thing started when your bestfriend Mina asked you to babysit her children while she worked,and Rhea joined too. (Now she got a little attached to the babies,but this is a secret).

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

To be honest,mornings with Rhea are different based on her and your mood. If you both are tired,you would stay in bed until afternoon while either sleeping or cuddling while watching any TV series; If you both want to try cooking breakfast, you would try cooking pancakes (which often would come out either burned or raw) or,if you both feel motivated enough,you would even go to the gym with her.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Obviously, she's a night owl. She goes to sleep at least at 2 or 3 AM on a daily basis,and,as much as you try to keep up with her sleeping schedule,you just fall asleep as soon as possible. But,when you would manage to stay awake with her,you would be doing the most random things: playing uno,watching south park together,doing each other's make up... in the end,nights with Rhea are never boring.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Rhea would talk about herself and her past only later in her relationship. During your first date,she would talk about her passions,her likings and her disliking, but she wouldn't go past that. Only when she started fully trusting you,she would talk about her experiences, and about the sad and happy things that happened to her. And you would do the same thing for her,of course.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

As I already said before,she is the most patient person ever. She understands your struggles,and doesn't shame you,instead,she helps you to overcome them. She hardly gets mad at you,but when she does,she doesn't shout or raise her hands,she just closes herself in your shared room to cool off. And,obviously, everything goes back to normal after a good talk <3.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She would be the human version of a memories box: she would remember any little detail of yours,your favourite color,what you like to do and even your habits. Everytime you tell her something about you,it's like a little drawer in the back of her mind opens,and in there gets stuffed the new information.

She would buy you a purse you told her you've always liked,and you would be surprised. "You remembered?" You would ask,and she would answer: "Obviously! It's the australian memory!"

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Rhea's favourite memory could be when you went to the beach together. You played in the water and even had a swimming competition (that she let you win). Also,you tanned,and while doing this,Rhea had her hand over your waist,and the print of her hand was very noticeable. She had to take a picture,that she even posted on her Instagram stories,and she laughed her ass off for almost 30 minutes,while you were sat here pouting.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Saying that Rhea is overprotective is and understatement: when you go out,she always holds your hand and always protects you from paparazzi,to keep you safe from any uncomfortable situations.

When you protect her though, she feels butterflies making their way in her stomach. For example, if a nosy fan would bother Rhea with uncomfortable questions,you would immediately jump in the situation and protect you girlfriend without hesitation (she thought about it for weeks).

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Even though she's often on the road,she always finds time and effort for dates during special occasions (or even to pamper you). Taking you to fancy restaurants, going on a walk together, taking you on the beach or even going to get nails together were things you would do on a weekly basis,since Rhea always likes to spoil you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

One of her bad habits is that she always cracks her knuckles, and you always scold her,and during your scolding she looks like a lost puppy (but she never listens and you keep on scolding her). "Rhea stop doing that!" You'd shout,and she would raise her hands in surrender. "Okay,Okay,damn!"

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?

She doesn't care that much about her looks,because she knows she's beautiful, and you even tell her everyday that she doesn't need makeup because hers it's a natural beauty; but she likes to take care of herself: doing her hair,her skincare,and choosing carefully her outfits. (she might get ready just to hear you compliment her,but nobody knows).

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Oh,without you,she would feel like every piece of her puzzle was missing,and she would make sure you know that. When she's on the road for RAW,you'd get a "i miss u :(" text at least every hour,and when she'd get to her hotel,she would immediately videocall you to stay up Kate while she watched you sleep <3

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She would totally have a photo album in her gallery which contained 1000+ pics of you in any context: sleeping with drool coming out of your mouth,eating burnt pancakes,getting your make up done,and her favourite one is the one she took with her professional camera on your first date,that she still has in the back of her phone,in her cover.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I think Rhea would hate people who ghost others. This might be,as she thinks,one of the worst trait a person could have. Also she hates people who don't help people in need for their own dignity and image. These are the biggest red flags a person could have!!

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She just has to be next to you,or else she won't even close her eyes. Your heat and your natural smell lull her to sleep,and,without having you sleeping next to her,it would be impossible for Rhea to feel comfortable in a cold and lonely hotel room. That's why,like I have said before,she needs to facetime you,because even seeing you sleep,makes her feel better. <3

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Taking on the school bully Pt. 2

Sub M!Reader x G!P ITZY Yeji

Part 1 | Part 2

The bell rang, signalling the end of the school day. As usual, I packed my things and walked over to Yeji’s desk, waiting patiently for her to be done. It had become my daily ritual; I would follow Yeji home every day after class and she would fuck my throat. Of course, sometimes there would be some studying involved, but it would mostly end up with her cock in my mouth anyway.

Yeji grabbed my hand and we walked out of class together. There had been some rumours spreading, with people noticing how much Yeji was together with me nowadays. Some students thought we were a couple now while some had more… wild ideas. It did feel a little uneasy to suddenly be the center of attention, but I tried my best to focus on my assignments.

Once again, Felix picked us up from school and we went up to Yeji’s room again. She grumbled and sat on the bed with a sigh.

“Class was sooo boring today, wasn’t it? I’m surprised I didn’t fall asleep.”

“Yeah, I mean, Ms Taeyeon’s classes are usually like that, aren’t they?”

She shrugged her shoulders and lay down, leaving me staring at her awkwardly. Her perky breasts strained against her white uniform top, her chest heaving softly as she scrolled on her phone. With a small motion, her delicate slender fingers beckoned me and I moved closer to her.

“Today, we’re gonna do something different okay? I hope you’re ready, Hyung-soo.”

“Wh-what is it?”

“I’ll tell you later, now… time to get to work.”

I nodded and got onto the bed, lying next to her. She immediately dove in and gave me an aggressive kiss, her tongue furiously intertwining with mine. I moaned softly as she began holding onto me with her left hand, fondling my nipples at the same time with her right. She began to get messier with her tongue, leaving trails of spit around my mouth and on my chin.

When she tapped my waist twice, it was her signal for me to go down on her. Obediently, I got up and knelt in front of her, my hands unzipping her skirt again. Inhaling the intoxicating scent of her shaft, I shuddered as I savoured the enjoyable fragrance. Her pink tip was already leaking glistening precum which I quickly lapped up.

Yeji moaned lustily as my tongue met her flesh. I continued to lick at her cockhead, coating it in saliva as I tried to coax more precum out.

“Does it taste good, Hyung-soo?” She whispered while patting my head.

“Yeah… it always does, Yeji…” I continued devouring her cock, giving long sweeping licks along her shaft. I also didn’t forget to pay attention to her balls, sucking them one by one in my mouth before releasing them with a lewd pop sound.

“F-fuck… Hyung-soo, you’re getting better and better…” I smiled contentedly at her, with a string of spit connecting her tip to my lips. Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth wide and took her entire length into my mouth. I was getting used to deepthroating her with practice and I could now fit her whole shaft without much difficulty. With the spit that was flowing down her cock, I used it to lube her balls and massage them with my hands.

By now, Yeji was hurling expletives loudly across the room, bucking her hips and thrusting deeper into my mouth. Based on her actions, it felt like she was going to ruin my throat again.

All of a sudden, she pulled out of my mouth and gave me a wet kiss, tasting her cock on my lips. I was a little surprised, as she would usually facefuck me until she dumped a load down my throat. I guess today was different.

“I’ve been wanting to try something with you, Hyung-soo… Get on the bed and lie on your back, okay?” Yeji said to me. There was a glint of pure lust in her eyes, a slight shakiness in her voice that threatened to give away her desire. I nodded nervously and did as she said, still unsure about where she was going with this.

I felt her smooth delicate hands pull down my trousers, following a cheeky slap of my ass. I grunted, feeling a slight stinging sensation on my skin.

“Yeji, what are you going to do?”

“Don’t worry baby, just relax…”

I heard her open the drawer on her pink bedside table and take something out. One of her hands began massaging my bottom, when there was a sudden cold liquid trickling onto my exposed hole. I gasped in surprise, with Yeji coating my butthole with the cold fluid.

“Yeji, is that…”

“Yes, it’s lube, baby…”

Oh god. I hadn’t expected this when I stepped into her house today. Maybe one part of me knew this was going to come some day, but not this soon.

Yeji was going to fuck me.

I felt a solitary finger slowly inch its way into my rear, eliciting a muffled moan from me. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, as my walls immediately clenched around her intruding finger.

“Ooh, so tight, Hyung-soo… What a cute little virgin ass.” Yeji muttered with a giggle. She continued gently fingering me and getting my asshole to get used to this new feeling. I kept moaning uncontrollably, my body reacting to this newfound pleasure.

After a while, she applied more lube and stuck a second finger inside, beginning to finger me with more force. This time, it hurt a little which made me grip her bedsheets tightly. Seeing my reaction, Yeji slowed her pace down and patted my head.

“Come on, baby, be a good boy…” I nodded and let her increase her speed. I felt her fingers go deeper and deeper with each thrust, almost reaching my prostate. She suddenly stopped, leaving her two delicate fingers inside my ass. I involuntarily started grinding on her fingers, and fucking myself on them. I didn’t even realise it, I guess my body wanted it that badly.

“Wow… you’re moving your ass on your own, I guess you’re ready for the real thing, Hyung-soo…” she whispered sultrily in my ear.

“Yes, Yeji… please…” I could only moan out weakly.

She slapped her majestic cock on my bare ass cheeks a couple of times, before finally easing the tip into my tight hole. I couldn’t control myself as I moaned loudly, the pain and pleasure coalescing into a new experience for my body. I clenched tightly around Yeji’s shaft as she slowly penetrated deeper into me.

A contented sigh escaped her lips, her hand grabbing onto my bare ass. She sighed contently as she bottomed out inside of me.

“Yeji… it’s so biiiig…” I felt my voice reach a pitch higher than normal, whining as Yeji started thrusting into me at a slow rhythm. I could feel her shaft getting harder inside me, as it kept hitting my prostate. She poured more lube into my crack and started pounding me with more speed.

This new sensation of being filled up by a large cock was overwhelming, my brain spinning wildly. I was unable to form coherent thoughts as Yeji plowed deeper and deeper into me. All I could focus on was how good her dick felt inside me and how I wanted to milk her heavy balls.

Yeji’s hands had an iron grip around my waist, I could only squirm in futile protest to her invading shaft. My moans contrasted with her grunts, an erotic symphony filling her room. Soon I felt her thrusts become more erratic and forceful and her nails dug into my skin.

“I’m close Hyung-soo… Take my cum, bitchboy…” I could feel her cock throb inside me, a sign that she was about to release her seed inside me.

“I’m cumming, baby, I’m gonna fucking cum inside you…” Yeji’s moans grew louder and louder, until her cock went all the way inside me. I felt her warm liquid gush into my tight hole, coating my walls in her sticky cum.

“Oh my… Yeji… that’s so much…”

She pulled her cock out which made my stomach churn for a split second. Now that there was nothing plugging my hole, her cum flowed out freely, a creamy stain of how Yeji had used my ass.

“I can’t believe I just took your virginity, baby boy… You’re so fucking tight.” Yeji smiled devilishly before kissing my cheek. She moved closer to me, her dripping cock a few inches in front of my face. Without a second thought, I licked her shaft clean of cum, making sure to swallow every last salty drop. Yeji moaned again while gently stroking my hair.

“You’re getting better at this Hyung-soo… I didn’t know you would be so tight for me.” She said as she sat next to me, holding onto my arm.

“Thanks Yeji, I’m glad you enjoyed it…” I whispered contentedly to her.

“So… are we gonna study or what?

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Hi everyone! Thanks for the support on my first fic <3 I hope you enjoy Part 2 as well! Sorry if it feels a little rushed 😭😭 I had some stuff going on and there's about to be a major milestone in my life soon which I'm preparing for. For my upcoming fics, I'm still undecided if I want to keep them in the same setting or a different one, so let me know your thoughts.

Cheers, Ren

[it-feelslikespring]

tinted glasses! — park sunghoon x f!reader

PAIRING -> ex!park sunghoon x f!reader, enhypen x f!reader (platonic)

SYNOPSIS -> after being falsely accused of cheating on your boyfriend park sunghoon and bullying his childhood best friend, you're promptly dropped by everyone you know. failing to clear your name, you resigned yourself to a life of loneliness until your graduation. it isn’t until two years later that your name is finally cleared. filled with remorse, your old friends try their best to reconnect and make things right— only to realize you weren’t the same person you were two years ago.

(aka: in which the enhypen boys try their best to become your friend again, especially a certain someone who still harbors lingering feelings towards you.)

GENRE -> smau!, non-idol au, exes-to-lovers (sunghoon), friends -> strangers -> friends (enhypen), college!au, pining (mutual/unrequited), fluff, crack, angst.

WARNINGS! -> slight bullying, profanity, manipulation, the boys are a bit mean in the beginning lolol, lowercase intended, possible redemption?

FEATURING -> enhypen, txt, haechan of nct dream, wonyoung from ive, karina from aespa, yunjin from le sserafim, and more.

PLAYLIST -> stereotype - stayc // we don't talk together - heize, giriboy // fine - taeyeon // freaky - itzy // ditto - newjeans

|| ROSE NOTES! -> hiii! it's my first smau, so i hope everyone enjoys this! please bear with me as i update and i would like to say, my writing does not reflect who the idols are in real life! this is a work of fiction. thank you!

note: this is a college au! so for reference, i'll list down what year everyone is in! this is so no one gets confused by the timeline and honestly makes it easier lolol

this will have some time-skips + flashbacks so for the past, ignore the profile pics bc im too lazy to change them lolol

freshman: jungwon, riki, wonyoung.

sophomore: dongpyo, sunoo

junior: [name], sunghoon, jake, jay, chae.

senior: heeseung, karina, donghyuck, yunjin

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directory!

the simps | it boys (and girl)

one -- new year, new me?? [coming soon!]

two -- uh oh [coming soon!]

three -- something’s sus 🤨 [coming soon!]

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˚୨୧ W.I.P. LIST ୨୧˚

unnie pleaser - g!p seulgi x reader x g!p karina (s,f, a.p) 20%

just like aniamals - hybrid!siyeon x reader (s, f, a.p) 0%

backstabbed - momo x reader; sana x reader (s, a, a.p) 0%

celibate - g!p dahyun x reader (s, a.p) 3%

monster lives forever - irene x reader x seulgi (sp, s, a.p) 20%

ice cream cake - g!p seulgi x reader (s, a.p) 5%

petals - rosé x reader (a, s, a.p) 0%

dead inside - irene x reader (sp, s, a.p) 3%

bad girls go backstage - g!p ryujin x reader (s, a.p) 20%

overneath the court eyes - sana x reader (s, a.p) 0%

all the things she said - kazuha x reader (a, a.p) 15%

teacher's pet - taeyeon x reader (s, a, a.p) 18%

last update: 06/28/24

- holly.🍒

[smutoperator]

Rules, kinks and favorite idols/groups

I've had this blog for a while but finally I'm not busy enough to keep it active. So there are the rules:

Idols must be 18 or older (obviously).

Sex must always be consensual.

Besides rape, I also avoid stuff like scat, vomit and necrophilia.

I don't write G!P smuts. I allow for the use of strap-ons but not actual penises for idols that have vaginas.

I keep note on every request and will select a few if the story fits. All smuts will feature at least one female idol and a male reader.

My favorite fantasies are: anal (my #1), breeding, creampie, dirty talk dom/sub, facefucking, morning sex, poolside sex, public sex, rough sex, spanking and titfucking. As you can see, I'm on the rougher side of the spectrum and my smuts veer into the porny side but can do romantic stuff if asked to.

Now on to the idols.

I have idols spawning from 2nd to 4th generation as my biases, my all time top 10 is, ordered by their groups: AOA Seolhyun, Blackpink Jennie, Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon, Girl's Day Yura, f(x) Krystal, Ive Wonyoung, Iz*one/Soloist Eunbi, SNSD Yuri, Twice Jihyo and Twice Momo (and RV Seulgi but I don't write smuts about her for finding her too cute to lewd).

Here are the idols from each group, order alphabetically, I can write smuts of. Inside their groups, the idols are ordered by my personal preference.

4Minute: Hyuna

Aespa: Karina - Ningning - Winter - Giselle

After School: Nana - Kahi

Alice: Sohee

AOA: Seolhyun - Choa - Hyejeong - Jimin

Apink: Bomi - Hayoung - Eunji - Naeun - Chorong

Berry Good: Johyun

Blackpink: Jennie - Jisoo - Lisa - Rosé

Cherry Bullet: Jiwon

Cignature: Jeewon

CLC: Seungyeon - Yeeun

Dal Shabet: Subin

Dreamcatcher: Yoohyeon - Gahyeon - Handong - SuA - JiU

Exid: Hani - Junghwa

f(x) : Krystal - Victoria

Fromis 9: Saerom - Chaeyoung

Gidle: Soyeon - Shuhua - Minnie - Yuqi - Miyeon

Girl's Day: Yura - Hyeri

Gfriend: Eunha - SinB - Sowon - Yuju - Yerin - Umji

I.O.I: Somi - Doyeon - Sejeong - Jieqiong - Chungha - Mina

Itzy: Yeji - Chaeryeong - Yuna - Ryujin

Ive: Wonyoung - Gaeul - Yujin - Rei - Liz

Iz*one: Eunbi - Wonyoung - Chaewon - Minju - Hyewon - Yujin - Sakura - Yena - Chaeyeon

Kep1er: Xiaoting - Yujin - Hikaru - Chaehyun - Dayeon

Le Sserafim: Kazuha - Chaewon - Yunjin - Sakura

Loona: Heejin - Yeojin - Hyeju - Yves - Haseul - Jinsoul - Kim Lip

Lovelyz: Mijoo

Mamamoo: Solar - Hwasa

Miss A: Suzy - Fei

Momoland: Ahin - Nancy

Newjeans: Danielle - Minji - Hanni

Nine Muses: Kyungri

Nmixx: Sullyoon - Haewon

Oh My Girl: Arin - Yooa - Jiho - Yubin - Mimi - Hyojung - Seunghee

Rainbow: Jaekyung - Hyunyoung

Red Velvet: Joy - Yeri - Irene

Secret: Hyosung

SNSD: Yuri - Yoona - Taeyeon - Seohyun - Sunny - Jessica - Tiffany - Hyoyeon - Sooyoung

Sistar: Soyou - Hyolyn - Bora - Dasom

Stayc: Isa - J - Seeun - Yoon

T-Ara: Hyomin - Jiyeon

Twice: Momo - Jihyo - Sana - Mina - Tzuyu - Dahyun - Nayeon - Jeongyeon - Chaeyoung

Weeekly: Monday - Zoa - Jihan

WJSN: Bona - Cheng Xiao

Wonder Girls: Sunmi

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REDAMANCY (n) the act of loving in return.

tighnari x f!reader :: university au content warnings :: drinking, smoking, several mentions of anxiety

“나 아님, 누가 그런 세상 안아주겠어?” 그 말이 그땐 그리 달콤했던 거야, oh no TAEYEON, To. X.

PREFACE

perhaps he was right: no one would understand your own world, that odd thought process that brought upon you several of your greatest works of music. maybe no one understood your intentions when you’d be locked up in your one-room apartment, barely taking care of yourself as his words would repeat in your mind, continuously. friends could never enter your apartment since. you wouldn’t reply. never check your phone, never mind, is your phone even charged? you don’t think so. but when you slowly start to open up your defences again, you’re greeted with your friends, worried, yet happy. perhaps it's time to start anew again.

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[cloudyperfume]

You’re not going out like that~

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Timeskip!Kenma x F!Reader

stuff included: smut, sexual themes, possessive behavior, fingering, and fucking basically

I don’t really know why I thought this was even a good idea..

I wore a tight black dress that hugged my thighs at the ends of the dress.

Kenma was in the living room, while I was in the room, with the door locked.

I was too scared to walk out there and basically say that ‘I’m gonna go to a party with my friends in this tight ass dress, while you stay home.’

I mean… I guess I could maybe bring Kenma, right..?

But there’s a problem… he hates parties.

I don’t want to force him out of the house and bring him somewhere that he doesn’t feel comfortable at.

It’s like trying to get a cat into a bath tub.

I stood up a little straighter.

I’ll just quickly say bye to him and walk fast to the door.

Maybe that’ll catch him off guard and he won’t be able to comprehend whatever I’m wearing right now..

I am a very stupid person you could say.

I open the door like a crazy person and speed walk to the door while waving goodbye to Kenma.

“Bye Kenma! I’ll see you later.” I said as I touched the door handle to leave.

“Not so fast.” I felt another hand on mine as they closed the door shut.

I sighed as I knew that my plan failed already. I sighed and looked back to look at Kenma.

“Yes?” I asked.

As if I didn’t already know what he wanted to question me right now..

“Why are you dressed like that?” Kenma said as he looked at my with a lustful and confused look.

I pushed my thighs together as I looked down.

It was too overwhelming to look at him in the eyes right now.

Especially with that.. look.

I blushed.

“I-I’m going to a party with my friends..” I stuttered.

I heard Kenma chuckling.

Kenma smirked a bit as he kissed my cheek.

“You’re not going dressed like this. Especially when I’m not there.” I swallowed nervously.

“Why not..” I said as my breath became a bit heavy.

Kenma kissed me directly on my lips this time.

He placed his finger on my chin and made me look up at him.

My eyes looked away, still too nervous to see his face right now.

“Look at me, baby..”

I looked up.

He looked so hot.

“I don’t want you going out like this because.. you’re mine.”

I gasped as I felt Kenma kissing my chest. As this point, he looked like he wanted to eat me.

“You look so sexy like this, love. I can’t believe you wanted to go outside like this, for everyone to see.” Kenma bit my lightly.

I moaned slightly at the small pain.

“Only I can see you like this. Oh~ I can’t wait to make you feel so good.”

Kenma grabbed the zipper and pulled it down. Once it was down, he grabbed my bra and took it off.

“Ah..” I breathed out as Kenma rubbed my ass while licking my nipples.

“Maybe I’ll even make you unable to walk for a few days so that you’ll remember to not do this again~.”

I gasped again as Kenma fully took off my dress. He took off my underwear as well and he plunged both of his fingers into my wet pussy.

I moaned as he went at a fast pace.

“Do I make myself clear baby?” Kenma said in a low and strict voice.

I felt myself become even more wet.

I bit my lip as I blushed even more at how his voice sounded.

Why was he always so hot?

“Ah!” I loudly moaned as Kenma hit my good spot.

“Do I make myself clear?”

I quickly nodded.

Kenma wasn’t satisfied with me only nodding, so he slapped my ass.

I whimpered.

“Yes!” I yelped.

Kenma grinned, “Good.”

The next thing I knew was that kenma picked me up and threw on onto the couch.

“K-Kenma what-.”

I was soon cut off by Kenma going on top of me with his pants off, his dick out in the open.

I didn't even notice that he took off his pants..

“Ohh~!! Kenma!” I was caught by surprise as Kenma suddenly thrusted into me.

I was heavily breathing as the pleasure seeped into me.

Kenma always made me feel like I was in heaven.

“Such a good girl~.. Do you feel good?” Kenma said in a smug voice.

I couldn't do anything but moan in pleasure.

I felt like I couldn't think of anything else but Kenma.

And that's the truth since I didn't even know that I was saying his name multiple times.

Kenma kissed my brow, “So pretty..”

“I'm gonna cum, Kenma” I whined as Kenma rubbed my clit.

“Go ahead, oh~ I-I’m close as well,” Kenma said as he groaned.

We both threw our heads back as we came together.

I wonder what else I could do to make Kenma act like this again..

[miorrtae]

NEWS FLASH ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི TAEYEON SMAU

NF 07

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Luxurious Love, Lust & Lies

Chapter Two ~ Hands Stained Red

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A twisted tale of the young and rich attending an elite private academy for academic scholars, the finest athletes and aristocrats. Follow these upperclassmen on a journey to uncovering the dark secrets their academy has fought tooth and nail to conceal from the public. No one will make it out unscathed, for everyone is at risk of falling for the deceiving facades of those around them.

Multiple K-pop Love Interests x F!Reader

You absentmindedly twirl the fountain pen between your fingers, staring out the large glass windows in boredom as the professor droned on. The hushed whispers of your classmates didn’t go unnoticed by the strict professor, who tilted her head, raising her brow, challenging them to continue. Under her fierce gaze, they were quick to quiet down, straightening their posture and focusing all their attention on her until she was seemingly satisfied by their obedience. “Am I boring you, Y/n?” Ms Jung addressed you, crossing her arms over her chest, unimpressed by your attitude.

“Of course not, Professor Jung,” you assured, swiftly halting the spin of your pen. Hissing as the tip sliced the palm of your hand without any resistance. Professor Jung squinted at you, clicking her tongue in disapproval as specs of red began to drip onto the crisp white paper before you. “You should head to the infirmary,” She sighed, ushering you to the front of the class. You avoided the burning gazes of your fellow students as you made your way past them, careful not to let your blood spill on the white marble floor. Jung Eunji graciously opened the door for you, stepping outside and closing it behind the two of you.

“Take this,” she pulled a fresh handkerchief from her blazer, wrapping it around your injured hand. “Thank you,” you muttered, watching as red instantly began to seep through the fabric snowy white. “You best be on your way,” Professor Jung nodded her head down the hall. “Stop by my office after class to collect today's assignments,” she reminded, earning a displeased mumble of agreement from you. She watched as you walked through the halls, shaking her head in amusement as you stumbled slightly, before turning on her heel and returning to the class.

It wasn’t long before the nurse released you, allowing you to attend your regular classes with a bandaged hand and strict instructions not to strain it. You took great effort in tugging down your sleeves in hopes of concealing your wound to avoid questioning. Sighing, you raised your hand to knock on Professor Jung’s door, making your presence known. “I thought I told you to stop by after class had concluded, not during your schedule.” She scolded, leaving the door open as an invitation to enter, she plopped down in her leather chair.

“Lovely to see you too, Professor,” you greeted sarcastically, closing the door behind you. Taking a seat on the couch opposite her, you lazily kicked your feet up on the couch, earning a scowl from her. Flicking through a few papers on her desk, she slipped multiple into a clear file before tossing it your way. “Won’t you spare me, just this once?” You pleaded, face scrunched up at the sight of all your assigned work. “No,” she deadpanned, folding her arms over her chest. “Not even for your favourite student?” You groaned, forehead creased in a frown.

“That would be considered unethical, and I’m not interested in losing my job,” Eunji informed. “No one would even have to know,” you whined, huffing as she shook her head. “Taeyeon would be on my ass about nepotism and you know it,” she chuckled as your shoulders sagged. “The headmaster is hardly any better,” you retorted under your breath, eyes narrowing at the several assignments resting atop your lap. “You spoke with her?” Professor Jung asked, mild surprise crossing her features. “It’s not like I did so willingly,” you insisted, frowning at the memory. Eunji raised an inquisitive brow at your statement.

“Stupid Mr Kim practically threw me out the door,” you elaborated further, grumbling profanities under your breath. Professor Jung chuckled at your colourful choice of language, leaning forwards in her chair with sudden interest. “What did the Headmistress say?” She asked, curiosity reflecting in her gaze. “It was nothing,” you mumbled, a frown set on your features. “Clearly not, nothing wouldn’t put you in such a bad mood,” Eunji dismissed your previous words easily. You huffed in frustration, glaring pointedly at your professor. “Fine, I won’t pry,” she raised her hands in surrender.

“That’s why you’re my favourite professor in this academy,” you grinned, as Eunji chuckled at your mood swings. An obnoxiously loud buzz crackled through the academy’s speakers, indicating the beginning of your next scheduled commitment. “Alright, you’ve been here long enough.” Ms Jung announced, rising to her feet. “I’m not wasting my free period listening to you complain about homework,” she declared, leaving no room for arguments. “Mrs Cheon is going to throw a fit when she sees my hand,” you laughed, referring to your piano teacher. Eunji snickered, practically pushing you out of her office.

“Y/n,” Ms Jung called out to you before you could make it too far down the maze like hallways. You hummed, glancing over your shoulder. “I may not pry, but please don't hesitate to come and find me if you ever need someone to speak to,” she spoke, forehead creased in notable concern. “Will do,” you smiled, “but I promise it’s nothing to worry about,” you assured, traipsing down the corridor without another word. Eunji sighed, watching you disappear round a corner, the faint whistle of a cheery tune only getting further and further away.

With one final glance Eunji began the journey to the faculty break room, in desperate need of a strong coffee. She carelessly pushed the door open after scanning her key card, rushing straight towards the kitchen cabinet. “I can’t imagine such a large consumption of caffeine is good for your health” Professor Kim Hyoyeon remarked with a chuckle, seated on a chair around the breakroom table. “How else do you suggest I deal with spoiled brats and sleep deprivation?” Eunji retorted, the two sharing a look before breaking out into laughter.

“They’re not that bad, you just have to scare them a little,” Hyoyeon smirked, sipping on her hot tea. Eunji hummed in agreement, taking a seat at the table, sparing a glance at the Headmistress, who sat cooped up by the window, worn book in hand. “And yet they still come crawling to my office during my precious breaks.” Eunji groaned, an expression of faux annoyance plastered on her face. “Y/n, again?” Hyoyeon asked, brows furrowed as she placed her mug on the table.

Nodding her head, Eunji took a sip of her steaming coffee, breathing a sigh of relief as the liquid met her tongue. “Is everything alright with her?” Hyoyeon questioned nonchalantly, trying to mask her concern with curiosity. Ms Jung hummed in contemplation, “I don’t know, but something’s definitely off with her,” she deduced. “How so?” Professor Kim Hyoyeon pressed further, attention focused solely on her colleague. “Like she’s got a lot on her mind, spacing out in class and what not. Even got herself hurt because of it,” Eunji shook her head in disappointment.

Taeyeon, who had been quietly listening, abruptly rose to her feet, slamming her book shut. Both professors snapped their heads in her direction, startled by the sudden outburst. The Headmistress wordlessly stormed past them, eyes clouded as she hurried out the door. “I’ll be right back,” Hyoyeon muttered, rushing after the older woman hastily. She called out after her, Taeyeon halting, but not turning to face her. “Where are you going?” Hyoyeon asked, by her side in an instant, concern written on her face.

“You know exactly where I’m going,” Taeyeon grit out, glaring at the younger woman. “Okay, but I don’t know what you’re thinking. If you’re going to something you might regret,” Hyoyeon trailed off, the older one calming slightly at the genuine worry. “I have to go, I’m sorry.” The Headmistress said, tone desperate. “Fine, I trust you. At least tell me how everything goes,” Hyoyeon compromised, lightly patting the shorter woman's shoulder. “I promise I will,” Taeyeon assured, smiling briefly before continuing walking. “Do you even know where she is?!” The younger woman yelled after her.

“I always know where she is.”

~~

The soft melody floated through the room, enchanting your fingers as they graced over keys. Your jaw was firmly clenched, hands aching as you repeated the same piece several times, working tirelessly to achieve perfection. Your wound throbbing as you threw caution to the wind, only worsening your fresh gash, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. One slip of your finger had your hands moving with a mind of their own, slamming down on the keys in frustration, you winced at the unpleasant sound. You wanted to scream into the silence, but instead merely heaved a sigh, gazing at the sheet of music that glared back at you.

Your hand ached in protest, blood was bound to be soaking through the carefully wrapped gauze. Gaze hardening, you let your fingers glide across the keys with what looked like effortless precision. Gritting your teeth as you played, the familiar composition bouncing off the walls. “Y/n..” A voice laced in worry called out, but you remained blissfully ignorant. Disregarding the specks of red that began to taint the pure white, your eyes darted between the sheet and piano with extreme focus. “Y/n!” The voice yelled, falling deaf in your ears, letting the music guide you.

Just as you began to approach the song's peak, the satisfaction of success you craved was ripped from your grasp. An unidentified force jerked your arm back in desperation, saving you from inevitable destruction, but that’s not how you viewed it. “Why would you do that?!” You yelled, seeing red, anger boiling hot within you. “You were hurting yourself, Y/n!” Taeyeon shrieked, her grip on your arm firm, much like the expression adorning her face. “I almost had it, I would have done it if it weren't for you!” You seethed, trying to rip your hand free of her grasp.

“You were hurting yourself,” she repeated, tone desperate, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “I can take care of myself,” you grunted, refusing to meet her gaze, fist clenched in anger. “Really?” Taeyeon questioned, grasping your hand on her own, uncurling your fingers carefully. She revealed your red stained hands, eyes brimming with concern at the state you were in. “Stop,” you uttered, tugging your hand away and reaching for your music sheet, crumpling it in your palm.

“Why are you here, Taeyeon?” You asked coldly, eyes narrowed at her. “I’m here for you,” she confessed, eyes filled with sincerity, but you refused to play the fool. “Cut the bullshit,” you sneered, beginning to pack up your things. “I can see that you’re hurting, please let me help you,” she begged before you, taking a tentative step forward. “I don’t need your help!” You shouted, only further enraged by her words. “Why not? Why can’t you just accept my help?!” She questioned incredulously, meeting your volume.

“Why not?! Why not? Because you’re the damn reason everything’s so fucked in the first place! It’s all your fault and I hate you!” You yelled, a stray tear running down your cheek. “That’s not fair, Y/n..” Taeyeon muttered, utterly defeated by your words. Her heart ached in her chest, thrashing against her ribs. You hated her. The words replayed in her mind like a broken record. “How isn’t it fair? You left me..” an involuntary sob escaped your lips. “You left me,” you repeated the words, hating how broken you sounded, how fucked you were without her.

“I’m trying, Y/n. I’m trying to be there for you now..” She said, reaching out to you hopefully. “Acting like everything is fine doesn’t fix what happened,” you spoke, tone firm. “Please just let me help you now,” she pleaded, gently grasping your wounded hand. “I know it doesn’t fix anything, but you can’t expect me to make up for my past mistakes if you won’t even let me try.” Taeyeon looked into your eyes, chocolate orbs swirling with nothing but care. Huffing, you shook your head adamantly in refusal. “I have to meet someone,” you grumbled, brushing past the older woman. The headmistress helplessly watched you slip out of the studio with a sullen expression, lips sucked between her teeth thoughtfully.

~~

Your eyes were unfocused as you trudged through the pristine halls, mind clouded with unease. Absent-mindedly fiddling with your loose tie as you approached the photography club, you pulled out your phone to send Yerim a quick message. Waiting patiently outside the door, a familiar beep pulled you from your thoughts, Yerim’s head popping out the door, a bright grin adoring her lips. “You made it!” She cheered, ushering you inside eagerly. Upon entering, your shoulders instantly tensed, Student Council President Kim Seokjin was standing stiffly in the room you’d presumed empty. “I didn’t know you had a guest,” you muttered, sending the stoic male a tight lipped smile.

“Feel free to explore the dark room while the President and I finish discussing the upcoming event.” Yerim lazily pointed towards the smaller door covered in vintage photos. Nodding curtly, you waltzed inside without a second thought, uncomfortable under Seokjin’s cold gaze. As you clicked the door shut behind you, their hushed voices became muffled. You purse your lips pensively, wondering why someone of such importance was loitering in a measly club room. Pushing the thought away, you glanced curiously around the room lit with red. A smile tugged at your lips when your eyes landed on a photograph that hung in the centre of the room.

Before you was the image Yerim had taken the previous evening, cherry blossoms falling while you sat blissfully unaware on the bench below. A brief smile tugged at your lips before your eyes travelled to another photograph in the far corner, brows raising in curiosity. Taking an inquisitive step forward, you squinted at the displayed image, a smirk rising to your lips. Due to its faded, hazy nature, you were certain to be the first to see it. It had only just been developed after all. The sound of light footfall had you rushing to pluck it from its place, quickly folding the paper and slipping it into your blazer pocket.

“Sorry about that,” Yerim apologised upon entering the room, sending you a bashful smile. “It’s not a problem,” you assured, glancing back at the photograph of yourself. “What do you think?” She asked nervously, following your gaze to the image she’d claimed was her best. “I think you’re very talented,” you uttered sincerely, hands clasped behind your back. “Really?” She grinned sheepishly, shifting her weight from one leg to another as she scratched the back of her neck. You merely hummed in response, eyes glued to the expertly taken photograph. “Come with me,” she dragged you from the room by your arm, suddenly overcome with a burst of confidence.

You chuckled in amusement as she sat you down before a blank white canvas, her smile blindingly bright. “Have you ever painted before, Y/n?” She questioned, a mischievous glint in her eyes as you shook your head. “You seem like the type to have never gotten messy,” she muttered. You glanced down to your crisply ironed uniform, a stark contrast to Yerim’s crumpled shirt that was stained with paint. Stalking off to a nearby shelf, she came back with various coloured paints.. “Take your pick,” she held them up to you expectantly, pleased when you complied.

Handing you a brush, she began to squeeze the coloured paint onto a palette before presenting it to you. “What am I supposed to do?” You asked dumbly, staring at her with furrowed brows. “Anything,” Yerim encourages with a gentle smile, watching intently as you bring your hand up to the canvas. You let your hand guide you, uncertainty present with each brush stroke. “You’re too tense,” Yerim observed, carefully eyeing the canvas with squinted eyes. “Then what do you suggest I do?” You asked, gazing up to her expectantly. “I think you need to get a little messy,” she smirked, dipping her finger into some dark red paint. Not a second later her hand was flying towards your face, finger swiping across your nose and a proud grin adorning her lips.

You screeched at the cold sensation, nose scrunched as you stared at Yerim in utter disbelief. The smiling girl raised her hands in surrender as a smirk began to creep onto your lips, hand reaching for the paint. A loud squeal ripped from her lips as you copied her previous actions, dipping your hand into a purple paint and ruthlessly smearing it across her face. The two of you stared blankly at each other for mere seconds before breaking out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, closely followed by Yerim chasing you around the room with red stained hands. Melodious laughter bounced from the walls, the student council historian launching herself at you with a cheerful giggle.

Her red hands landed on your shoulders as the two of you toppled over, Yerim landing atop you with a thud. You winced as your back hit the marble floor, but a wide smile spread across your face at the sight of her toothy grin. Her dark locks fell perfectly around your face, chocolate brown orbs swirling with delight as she gazed into your eyes. With glossy pink lips sucked between her teeth, she traced your features with her purple finger tip, smiling giddily as you complained about the ticklish sensation. Yerim gulped harshly upon realising how your faces were now only mere inches apart, blinking owlishly as she pushed herself off your with an awkward smile.

Clearing your throat, you rose to your feet, Yerim avoiding your gaze at all costs. “I think I’d better get going,” you announced, dusting off your clothes. The historian hummed absentmindedly, staring thoughtfully at the canvas. “I hope we can do this again sometime Yerim. I had fun,” you admitted, slipping out of the room without waiting for a response. Upon catching sight of your paint stained uniform, you breathed out a heavy sigh, knowing it would be troublesome to clean. Scurrying off to your dorm silently, you shoved your hands into your pockets as you trudged down the familiar stone path.

A sudden grin broke out on your face as your fingers met a piece of crumpled paper hidden within your blazer pocket. Your mind raced with endless thoughts on the journey back, whistling a cheery tune as you approached your room, running to paper between your thumb and forefinger. Pushing the familiar numbered door open after scanning your key card, you stumbled into your room, pulling the paper from your pocket excitedly. You scanned the paper carefully, squinting at the image before you as you tried to make out every blurred detail. Tensing at the feeling of two strong arms wrapping around your torso, you shrieked in surprise.

“Sooyoung!” You yelled incredulously at the tall girl who rested her chin atop your shoulder. “Where were you?” She whined, pulling you impossibly closer. “Nowhere,” you managed to stutter out, trying to conceal the photograph in your pocket, but Sooyoung was quick to snatch it from your hand. “What’s this?” She questioned, eyes widening by tenfold upon closer inspection of the image. “It’s nothing!” You squeaked out, trying to snatch it back, but she held it just out of your grasp. “Y/n.” Sooyoung spoke, voice eerily calm. “Would you care to explain why you have a photo of Mr Kim kissing-” You slapped your hand over her mouth with wide eyes, hearing a light footfall just outside your dorm door.

“I promise I’ll explain, just promise you can keep a secret.”

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[jnginlov]

eclipse playlist

a playlist of songs inspired by the group from this fic in the ateez x idol!reader universe

⇀ red moon - kard

⇀ lilili yabbay - seventeen

⇀ 4walls - f(x)

⇀ invu - taeyeon

⇀ blue hour - txt

⇀ candy - baekhyun

⇀ save - nct 127 x amoeba culture

⇀ last sequence - wjsn

⇀ we must love - onf

⇀ my universe - bts x coldplay

[nyubiecore]

What Do I Call You ☆ ju haknyeon

a the boyz haknyeon oneshot

" It feels complicated tonight half wishing and half joking, I ask you to come out, come out, come out I lean on you who came to see me "

doctor ju haknyeon x f! reader

genre : slight angst , fluff , a little kiss scene

in which your emotion went down the drain when your ex whom you haven't gotten over assigned to the same hospital with you

" fucking jerk , what's he doing here so suddenly did he get kicked out from his previous hospital or something " you blurt out furiously "even if in any case that really happened , but still why in the world did he come here , there's 4 other hospital around this area , why here "

" calm down (y/n) don't get so worked up you have 4 scheduled surgery today " one of the doctors calming you down

you huff , angry

-

you walked to the nurses desk to check your schedule for surgery

" hi Nurse Kim , it's been so long since you last came to work , how's your little boy? how's motherhood doing? " you greeted the nurse

" don't even mention it , my Ikjun is just a few months old but he's starting to crawl , last night I heard a big thud and found him on the floor " she replies as she laugh a little " also - check out your last surgery , you're doing a combined surgery with the orthopedic department if I wasn't mistaken "

" a combined surgery? I never heard about it..? " you said as you read along the lines of the schedule " surgeon- holy shit- j- ju- JU HAKNYEON? " you said a little too loud as you received glances

"w-why? is anything wrong"

" n- no I'm sorry " you covered your mouth , embarrassed "I-I'll get back before my surgery. I- I'm in need of so much fresh air right now " you said as you ran into the changing room

you changed into your tracksuit , earbuds plugged in.

walks around the hospital is somehow your only escape from reality - after breaking up with Haknyeon. you loved the walk , no one is interested enough to look at you since most of them are patients and you also get to buy delicious snacks at the snack bar around the area

after walking around for the third time , you sat at one of the bench catching your breath and looking at the scene

then you heard a loud thud somewhere near you , you plugged out your earbuds searching for the source of it.

then- there he is , on his knees with his books all scattered away

" j-ju haknyeon , hey you okay? " you ask

the boy looked at you in surprise probably didn't know you were here , you thought

you tried to help gather his books

" let me do it " he said

you stopped abruptly somehow taken aback by his cold tone , gave him one last dirty look before going back inside the hospital

you sat infront of your locker in the changing room

your belly vibrated out of hunger which you didn't give two flying elephants about

" ju haknyeon , you jerk. why did you come back here " you mumbled to yourself

" fucking jerk , did you even miss me? how could you say something to me so coolly , right I guess I was the only one missing you , jerk " you said in tears

it still did hurt seeing him after those times but what to do , you don't think he misses you

your breakup wasn't bad nor you guys separated on bad terms .. let's just call your relationship a 'right person wrong time' situation

you were in your hectic last year of residency , Haknyeon wanted to follow a senior for his first year as an OS , you thought it was too far away from your house and things might have or might have not taken a turn for the worse , breaking up. though you guys did talk it out and separated in good terms. you just somehow couldn't help but think of him every now and then.

you weren't alright the first few months but you acted fine - in reality you cried every time you went back home.

-

your first surgery of the day was in about 30 minutes , you freshen up and got ready for the surgery

the first and second surgery was fine and went successfully , by the third surgery , the hunger and sleepiness started to kick in but you wrapped up the surgery without any problem

your last surgery , the most unanticipated one , you suddenly felt nauseous. it's always this way for you , if hunger and sleep deprivation came together , you ought to throw up if you don't follow demands of your body

but you held it in as you performed your part of the surgery. by the time you wrapped up your part , Haknyeon was ready to switch positions with you.

it didn't take long for the nauseous feeling to kick real hard , worse , you also felt dizzy

the next thing you know , your vomit is now all over the floor , to top everything up you also - fell asleep - fainted on the floor of the operation room taking everyone by surprise

Haknyeon finished his part before asking one of the nurses to wrap up for him

he ran up to you checking your breath - he carried you onto his back and ran out the operation room

by the time you guys were in front of the staff room you had came to your senses

analyzed the situation - out of embarrassment - you kept silent tightening your arms around his neck , pretending to sleep

" it's Ju Haknyeon 's smell " you mumbled as you take in the scent of his

maybe you've spoken too loud since he had slowed down he's steps

you gritted your teeth out of embarrassment once again when he stopped by one of the beds

" get down , I know you're awake " he said

you slowly went down and hiding your face from him

as soon as you got down he ran outside the room - you scoffed

" I mean- why'd he bring me all the way here just to abandon me , jerk " you shrug as you got inside the washroom

the fifth time you splashed water over your face , you heard footsteps coming into the staff room again

" it's Ju Haknyeon " you said to yourself knowing all too well how his footsteps sounds

" it it Ju Haknyeon , come out "

you shrug and made your lazy footsteps walking back inside the staff room

a white plastic bag were put on the nearest desk " here , eat it " he said

he then took a seat on one of the chairs , looking at you

you looked at him confusedly before looking into the plastic bag - a cup of your fav ramen brand , coffee bread , 3 different kinds of yogurt drinks

" take it back I'm not hungry " you said , coldly and shoving the plastic bag his way

" as if , you think I won't know? It's your habit to skip eating when you're packe- " he stopped

you cleared your throat still analyzing

" we must've spent too much time together in the past , we shouldn't have. In the end we became like this too "

" just eat that and get back in "

" don't take care of me , we aren't anything more than colleagues now , right? " you said and tried to walk away

" I thought about you 5 times a day , my mind is always about you , and I'll admit the obvious , I'm not over you - well completely " he said

you freeze in your spot

" I came back here because I wanted to see you again "

you turned to face him " what are you saying "

he walks to you " you're not the only one who missed me - missed us , I did too - and I still do "

you felt tears welling up in your eyes " you.. heard me in the changing room? "

" you fool , the male and female changing rooms are separated by a fucking curtain what do you expect "

" ... right "

" right , can I do something I've wanted to do since I came here? "

" what is i- "

he walked over to you , you froze not knowing what to expect

next thing you know , your lips connects with his , as if in sync your tears drops to your cheeks

you pulled away , making eye contact with him

" don't cry , my heart hurts " Haknyeon shrugs

" you jerk , do you know how much I missed " you cry , pulling him to wrap you in his arms

" not jerk , Ju Haknyeon "

" shut up , jerk "

" stop calling me that "

" jerk jerk jerk "

" don't you da- "

" jerk jerk je- "

he kissed you again to shut you up

" hey , who gave you permission to do that "

" well said to the person who didn't try to push me away " he mocked you " dare call me jerk again , I'm Ju Haknyeon your lover , alright? " he said softly cupping your face

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[taesancore]

midnight cafe

sungho x f!reader

⭑.ᐟ synopsis: in which sungho can’t seem to stop thinking about the girl from the cafe, and y/n can’t seem to avoid park sungho as much as she tries.

⭑.ᐟ genre: slowburn, s2f2l

wc: 7098

⭑.ᐟ warnings: painfully awkward fl, sungho and y/n being down bADDD, sexually explicit content (warnings will be given before delving into the scenes, involves alcohol and drunk leads, lots of inner monologues because they’re hUge overthinkers, mentions of death in a joking manner, lmk if i should add more!

⭑.ᐟ smut warnings: soft!dom sungho, dirty talking with degradation, dacryphilia, choking, praising, rough!dom sungho, degradation kink, uses of the names princess, doll, fucktoy and slut, slight dumbification.

the dim yellow lights of the cafe illuminated the sleeping girl’s face as music continued to play from a single earpod he picked up.

oh she listens to junny sunbae nice taste, park sungho thought to himself as he mindlessly slipped the airpod into his ear. The hybe cafe was still open during the late midnight hour, no doubt to provide caffeine to sleep-ridden producers and composers like taesan (and sungho for today).

he glanced at the girl- had he met her before?! his foggy brain failed in helping him place a name to her familiar face, a rather cute face with hair strands falling on her cheek that was squished on the cafe’s bar table-

geez. his current train of thoughts were proof that he was in serious need of some sleep. sungho shook his head fervently as he removed the airpod, the voice of taeyeon fading away. from his peripheral he saw the girl stir slightly. he hastily finished his cup and got up, only for his chair to move with a screech.

“fucking hell” he muttered but it was too late, as the sleeping girl suddenly jumped awake.

sungho saw the world in slow motion at that moment, her half lidded eyes slowly widened as the stool she was sitting on toppled dangerously due to her movement. perhaps it was the caffeine that made him think he was in a k-drama of some sort, because he sprang forward with an arm swiftly pulling her into him to avoid a fall, only for the chair to wobble and land back into its place. a beat of silence ensued before-

“is this real” she mumbled, softly patting her hands that were on sungho’s chest as if looking for proof that it was.

oh, he wished it wasn’t. he was sure she could feel his heart skyrocketing due to their current position. k-drama moment as if, sungho cursed himself and his brain because he was sure he looked terrified right now, very unlike a k-drama actor in a k-drama moment.

“uh” he managed an intelligent response, trying to look anywhere but at her or her brown eyes that were transfixed on him.

another beat of silence.

“oh fuck it’s real”

the words hadn’t even fully left her mouth as she pushed him off and bowed profusely, her flushed cheeks mirroring his own. sungho barely had time to process or bow back before she sped away in the blink of an eye.

what just

he blinked, gaping in the direction where she fled. his heart was still doing jumping jacks, was this the result of barely interacting with the female species? yeah, it was probably that.

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“did you lose an airpod?” taesan questioned his bandmate who was supposed to bring a black coffee but instead returned with a dazed look and a single airpod.

fuck. sungho wasn’t going to get sleep tonight and it certainly wasn’t because of the caffeine.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

y/n on the other hand slammed the door to her studio shut with a bang, sinking down to the floor as she tried to control her rapid breathing.

there’s no way that just happened, no.

“i’m so fucked” she blurted to nobody. of course she was, why, oh why did fate throw her into the arms of park sungho like a damsel in distress?

best first impression ever, he’s probably gonna think you’re an obsessed fan or a creep or-

she stormed towards her desk and grabbed the signed album taesan gave her and shoved it in the depths of her closet. there. now there was no evidence that she was- no might be a fan.

all she needed to do now was avoid park sungho until eternity.

I will not see park sungho. I will not speak to park sungho. If I see park sungho I shall pretend i didn’t see him. If he sees me i shall pretend nothing happened. If he speaks-

y/n’s inner monologue was cut short as her phone rang, newjeans manager’s name displaying across the screen.

“five more minutes I’m almost there” the young producer cried and she stumbled around for her shoes. she barely put them on as she opened her door…only to reveal the boy from her inner monologue.

life truly loved her.

sungho wasn’t a stalker. hell he didn’t even recognise her last night until he remembered that she was one of the producers for newjeans whom taesan had exchanged tips with. and he truly didn’t know that her studio was right next to taesan’s, which made him wonder how he’d never met her before.

and now she was about to step out of her studio and he, happened to walk by her studio…which unfortunately made him look…pretty much like a stalker.

y/n let out an undignified squeak, gripping the door knob for her dear life. the tip of sungho’s ears were bright red as he appeared to be struggling to find the right words.

we really need to stop ending up in situations with awkward silences she thought.

“last night you-“

“i- forgot my socks” the fully dressed girl announced to nobody, her cheeks dusted light pink and she slammed the door shut.

“-left your airpod..” sungho mumbled, reaching out to the device in his pocket.

“man she was definitely creeped out” he cursed himself, silently walking away towards the elevator.

yet a part of him found her round cheeks and wide eyes filled with surprise adorable. but he would never admit it to himself, not yet.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

“girl you are wasted” the barista and y/n’s close friend sori snorted at the girl who was currently banging her head on the table.

“why me…do the gods hate me? whyyyy” y/n drunkenly wailed at an annoyed sori, who shooed away a pair of flailing arms. whatever happened with sungho when she had taken a day off must’ve been haunting the producer because she had entered the cafe with three bottles of soju, determined to get blackout drunk and erase some memories.

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“hyung where are you going?” woonhak cornered the oldest member as he failed in sneaking out of their practice room.

“coffee…i need coffee” sungho mumbled, itching to visit the hybe cafe for some reason, hoping he could get a glimpse of a pair of drowsy brown eyes today too (although he would never admit that to himself).

y/n lost track of how long she had been sitting in the cafe now, slowly downing all three of the green bottles until she was certain that she was hallucinating through her fuzzy vision.

“oh! park yeppi!!” she exclaimed loudly, pointing at the bemused figure approaching her. park sungho was left gaping at her for the second time, his neck flushing a bright red as she giggled. damn you myung jaehyun.

“how do you know-“

“shhhhhhhh”

all words flew out of his mind when she raised a single finger to his lips and stepped forward, brows furrowed and glassy eyes staring into his.

hell. her eyes were prettier up close and her-

“you…really are fucking handsome” she said seriously and burst into another fit of giggles as she stepped away from him, eyes full of mirth.

the audacity. how dare she send him into a frenzy and waltz away?

it took a minute for sungho to realise that she quoted his words from one of their youtube videos— was she a fan? he furiously shook his head, trying to regain his composure as he slowly walked towards a now cheery y/n…who was singing out the queen of tears ost. he chuckled softly, sitting next to her as she beamed back at him.

“you know, you’ve been on my mind allll day” sungho choked on air as he stared at her wide eyed. the girl only giggled again as she booped his nose, swaying on her seat as she continued

“i’m really not a fan sungho- can i call you sungho? i didn’t mean to— hic creep you out. i’m sorry” she finished with a sloppy bow.

sungho was pretty sure his heart died a little on the inside at the sight of her pink cheeks and sad smile.

“n-no it’s me who should apologise, i must’ve creeped you out today morning too” he laughed nervously. y/n continued staring at him, making him shuffle in his seat. his nerves only increased when she moved her chair closer to his and placed her hands on his cheeks, tilting his face as if inspecting it for something. oh god. he was sure she wanted to bless him with a heart attack tonight.

“wh-what is it-“

“you’re…so yeppi”

sungho sputtered out a little laugh, his mind blanking for the millionth time within the past few minutes as she sent him a grin full of childlike happiness.

y/n l/n, she was going to be the death of him.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

y/n felt like death. she was also ready to welcome death with open arms after what happened last night as she grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it, screaming silently.

why. just why did she land herself in these situations. memories of last night came flooding back to her as she curled her toes with shame.

“nO you’re yeppi not sungho”

“not this again”

“WHEEEEEE i’m a bird”

“sungho what if we were all chickens”

“i think i’m gonna puke—“

“oH MY GOD okay uh please try to—“

“jUST KIDDING”

“…”

“i swear to god you’re like a baby”

“why are you blushing? ooh you want me so bad”

“wHAT NO—“

“you’re prettier when you blush park yeppi”

“i— you’re way too bold when drunk—”

“AAAAAAAA i don’t want to sleeeeep”

“SHUT UP” y/n yelled out, covering her ears.

the sky outside was a bright blue with the summer sun shining proudly. the weather would’ve normally inspired her to come up with some cheery tunes and alleviate her mood. however all she could think about right now were more methods on how to avoid park sungho although a voice in her head kept telling her to meet and thank him for bringing her back to the studio and buying hangover medicine for her.

(she’d be lying if she said her heart didn’t jump a little at the note he left behind along with his number, to text him if she was feeling sick).

her phone chimed at that moment, bringing her out of her disarraying thoughts.

han taesan (boynextdoor): hey y/n can we meet at my studio today evening?

han taesan (boynextdoor): we have a comeback next month and i was hoping to get some tips from your side regarding the recording i sent last week.

looks like fate wanted her to suffer more than just a little.

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“of course i know her, she’s one of the best producers in hybe” taesan replied, confused at sungho’s sudden question about y/n l/n’s identity. “why do you ask though hyung?”

“it’s just that…i saw her yesterday”

in reality, sungho was very curious about her after last night. he smiled to himself, recollecting her drunken antics and attempts to flirt with him. god she was an adorable drunk.

“oh you’re studio is next door? you really are boy next door!” she slurred as sungho laughed out, tightening his arm around her shoulder while she fumbled for her studio keys. throughout the night she had almost fallen thrice if not for his hold on her wobbly figure. and not once did she fail to surprise him again and again with her drunken humour and words.

“are you sure you’ll be okay?” he asked her worriedly, causing her to turn around and beam. “is park sungho worried about me?” she teased, jabbing him in the ribs. “don’t worry” she continued, sparing him the embarrassment of replying with a possibly poor excuse. “i’ve dealt with this before, have a good niiiiight” she finished, sending a lazy smile to sungho.

“…will be coming in a few minutes, hyung do you have the lyrics we wrote for today?” taesan’s voice brought him back to the present.

“wait, who’s coming?”

“y/n. we’re gonna review my recording and the lyrics together”

it took every ounce of y/n’s self control in holding her back from bolting out of taesan’s studio.

from the past one hour she had struggled to concentrate due to the mere presence of park sungho, not to mention how he constantly threw not-so-subtle glances at her and every once in a while when their eyes met, he would send a coy grin at her way.

sungho on the other hand was enjoying the way y/n’s cheeks heated up every time she caught him staring, which only made him want to continue looking because shit she just so darn cute with her flushed little cheeks and round eyes. was it weird that he found her this endearing already? he barely knew her at all but his yearning to get to know her kept increasing every time he saw her.

at one point taesan excused himself for a call, leaving sungho and y/n alone in the studio. the silence was deafeningly loud before sungho finally broke the ice.

“about yesterday—”

“why what happened yesterday?” y/n replied a little too quickly.

keep going y/n. fake it till you make it. you’ve got this.

sungho stared at her.

“you don’t remember it?”

“remember what?”

“that’s strange…you really don’t-“

“i really don’t remember last night”

“i never mentioned it was last night”

y/n stilled. sungho stared at her before he broke into laughter. she shut her eyes tightly as the familiar warm sensation enveloped her face again. oh she was so done for now, why did she keep making a fool of herself in front of him??

“ah you’re cute” he giggled as he calmed down, causing her to redden even more.

“you’re teasing me on purpose at this point” she retorted weakly, hiding her face in her hands. sungho continued to chuckle as he slowly reached out to her, gently peeling her hands from her face to reveal her defeated eyes and flushed cheeks. god she looked even more adorable right now.

“please forget what happened yesterday, i’m begging you” she let out weakly, staring at him in the eyes. his eyes softened as he stepped back.

“yesterday? i don’t know what you’re talking about” he said, blinking innocently. y/n sent him a grateful tilt of the lip as he smiled back, the atmosphere much more calmer now. she could make out that he was saying something but her mind focused on him and him only because god he looked so alluring right now with his neatly styled hair and bright smile.

“…but honestly you were pretty funny, it took my mind off the practice and hectic schedules…”

boy he was rambling. sungho couldn’t help it, he was drawn by her smile, a more tamer one compared to the giddy ones she threw at him yesterday. little did he know that y/n was barely paying any attention to his words, the girl was still busy admiring the way his dark hair framed his slender eyes, and his—

“…you seem really fun to be around, we should hang out sometime—“

“huh??”

real smooth y/n.

sungho’s eyes widened. fuck, he should’ve held back on that one. now she definitely thinks i’m insane—

“n-no! i mean yes we should! ugh i’m sorry i’m always a mess around you” y/n rushed out, muttering the last part lowly to herself. unbeknownst to her the boy’s heart skipped a beat. atleast he wasn’t the only one nervous.

“if it helps…i get pretty nervous around you too” sungho said slowly as she looked up at him, surprised.

this time the silence flew out of the air within seconds as they burst into giggles at their corny confessions. “we’re so weird” y/n let out with a chuckle as sungho calmed down. “but you know, i’ll have trouble forgetting yesterday” he said lightly with a pause. “you’re quite cute when drunk” he added cheekily as she let out an incredulous noise.

since when was he this bold?

“oh come onn you said you’d forget it!” she laughed playfully, trying to ignore the warmth growing inside her.

she was so not going to get out of this one alive.

it had been a week since y/n had started visiting taesan’s studio regularly to help with boynextdoor’s comeback and she had gotten used to being around sungho without looking like a walking talking tomato all the time.

the boy was quite amicable to be around and was a huge danger sign for y/n’s heart because of his natural charms and flirty dialogues he threw out of nowhere.

sungho too discovered that the producer was quite the extrovert and was absolutely smitten by her little laughs at his silly jokes (he had to thank riwoo for those).

despite their growing relationship (as friends, strictly friends in y/n’s words), they still never asked eachother to hangout apart from work hours. which is why sungho found himself in a dilemma in his dorm as he stared at his phone.

💬:hey y/n should we hang out toda—

nope.

💬:let’s hangout today?

too nonchalant, nope.

💬:how does a hangout today soun|

god, he was using the word hangout too much.

💬:how does a date today sound?

should he…call it a date?

sungho blinked, conflicted by the idea.

“did you see my blue socks anywhere?” myung jaehyun burst into his room, startling the boy as his phone fell to the ground. “no!” sungho yelled as he pulled it back up, only to see—

💬: how does a date today evening sound?

(read)

sungho stood up, horrified. behind him jaehyun peeked in as he gasped “aYOO that was smooth as f-“

he gulped as the older member shot a death glare at his direction. safe to say that he scurried away faster than a mouse as sungho ran behind him.

y/n: let’s meet in the hybe cafe at 9?

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃��𓂃𓂃𓂃

the cafe was empty except for two employees engaged in a deep conversation about their stocks and sori, who was getting ready to leave.

“you better tell me everything tomorrow” she gushed, excited for y/n’s first date as the other girl smiled nervously. when y/n read sungho’s text her eyeballs almost fell out of her sockets. a date?? with her?? her mind spun with all sorts of thoughts as she tried to regain her flow of thought. at last she somehow managed to bring herself to the cafe, spilling the details to sori in a daze as the older girl squealed for her.

as much as she was giddy inside for the date with sungho, y/n’s mind kept going back to the unlucky event she went through today, which ruined her mood for the entire day. she pushed these thoughts aside as she saw sungho enter the cafe—

she felt her breath hitch. he looked effortlessly handsome in a blue button down and jeans, hair falling across his forehead and above his eyes. how could someone be this handsome without even trying at all?

“sorry for keeping you waiting” he said as he settled down opposite her. “oh and i wanted to let you know” he added as he blushed nervously. “i must’ve scared you a little when i called it a date…i wanted to hangout but then i somehow ended up typing in date and it somehow got sent and yeah..”

sungho didn’t know why he was explaining himself, it wasn’t like he did something blasphemous. however he failed to notice y/n’s expression deflated a little at this mention before she quickly plastered a smile back on.

“oh that’s totally fine, should we begin?”

two hours later, the two of them were slightly tipsy as they continued to talk about themselves and their day. “you know, i had such a shitty day today, but i felt so relieved when you messaged me about the date” y/n confessed, staring sadly into her wine glass. “what happened today?” sungho softly asked, resisting the urge to grab her hand and squeeze it in reassurance.

“i got accused of stealing lyrics” she said bitterly, downing the rest of her wine. “what? i’m im gonna deal with these people right now, you could never do something like that!” sungho cried indignantly, bringing a small smile on the girl’s face. “exactly…i detest plagiarism but it saddened me you to hear that” she signed.

“i’m sorry that happened to you” sungho said sincerely, placing his hand on hers. she placed her palm on his, chuckling at the size difference. they sat there basking in the comfortable silence as the cafe speakers played out a familiar song.

“oh i love this song, sungho let’s dance!” y/n rose excitedly, pulling him up by his hand. “but wait- i don’t know how to” she pouted adorably, gazing at him.

fuck. sungho wanted to pull her into a kiss then and there, she had no idea what she did to him did she? ignoring the butterflies in his stomach, he pulled her into a simple waltz, trying to match her movement to his.

Love, Maybe by Kim Sejeong continued in the background as he twirled her around with a laugh, sending her into a bout of giggles. y/n spun back into his arms, hands resting around his neck and she smiled into his eyes. they were full of warmth as he gently squeezed the skin of her waist, where his hands were placed.

her eyes drifted to his lips, those lips which she had come so close to on that day when he caught her. she yearned to inch closer, she craved the feeling of those lips on hers.

were these thoughts a confirmation of the feelings she never voiced out?

she brought her head down to his chest, resting it there as they continued to sway gently to the melody. he brought a hand to her back, as he wrapped it firmly around her.

“this certainly looks like love” sungho hummed lowly, voice reverberating against her ear.

“really?” she slurred, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. unknowingly, she missed the little nod of his head from above her as he gazed softly at her tiny figure resting against him.

two drunken minds led to two unspoken confessions that night at the cafe as they found themselves silently giving into their feelings.

it didn’t take long for the other boynextdoor members to realise that their hyung was acting a little…off. it started with sungho breaking into tiny smiles during their dinners which had them exchanged perplexed looks, followed by him creating endless spotify playlists until 3am.

(he almost made one on their official account but was fortunately brought back to his senses thanks to riwoo).

taesan had an inkling about what made his member this way as y/n would strangely zone out too during their sessions, lips quirking into a secret little smile when she thought nobody was watching.

“oh he’s down bad” jaehyun snorted. “it was obvious that something was up when he used to continuously tag along to the studio” taesan grinned, watching the two work on the lyrics, their shoulders glued together.

y/n was in deep. it was no use denying her growing feelings for sungho and the same could be said for him. he was indeed down bad for the producer as he found her running through his mind almost every minute.

it was a clear skied monday evening when sungho had the shock of his life, a piece of info that sent his soul into emergency mode as he stood up in distress.

“its y/n’s birthday?!” he exclaimed loudly, staring accusingly at taesan who casually mentioned that she hadn’t come to the studio today for that reason.

“how’d you not know that, aren’t you two super close?” taesan asked confusedly. “no…we never talked about this before…it’s too late to even bring her something now isn’t it” sungho clawed at his cheeks, looking at the clock that displayed 6:30pm.

“actually no, she’s probably at her studio or in the hybe food court with sori noona” taesan calmly replied. “you’ve got some time hyung, do something romantic for her” he added slyly as sungho scowled.

y/n was on her way back from the food court after sori had tried persuading her to go to the club for today’s occasion (and failed again). truth to be told, she wasn’t used to celebrating this day and usually just used it as an excuse to skip work and chill at home. today however she was met with the sight of park sungho near her studio as he smiled happily at the sight of her.

“how dare you not tell me that today’s your birthday?!” he whined playfully, sulkily turning away from her as she laughed at his antics. “it isn’t something i normally celebrate…you know, being away from family and all” she said sheepishly.

sungho’s smile faded slightly. he knew a thing or two about that feeling. although the members were there to celebrate events with him, celebrating them with family did hit different.

hearing this from y/n made him want to make today memorable for her.

within a short span of time she had grown to be someone he adored and it broke his heart to imagine her spending her birthday alone.

“well, let’s change that today because look at this!” he removed the cake from the cover as y/n gasped. it was a lovely cake with the words “happy birthday y/n” with a little heart, she felt like melting on spot at the sight of it.

“ah i wasn’t sure which flavour you liked so i picked a simple chocolate” sungho said hesitantly as he scratched the behind of his head.

“sungho this…ah this wasn’t necessary at all but- you didn’t have to-“ when did he have time to buy this cake? didn’t they have a shoot today?

her thoughts came to a halt as he sighed dramatically. “i won’t be hearing any of that now y/n, lighten up it’s your birthday!” he ended with a little whoop as he opened the door to her studio, placing the cake on her desk. “go on make a wish!” he ushered her as she blew the candle, smiled widely. what did she do to deserve someone like him?

“oh i almost forgot, i got you tulips, your favourite!” sungho brought out a bouquet from behind his back, presenting them with a shy smile. y/n didn’t hold back this time as she flung herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. he let out a delighted laugh and hugged her back, stroking her hair as she felt his heart hammering just like hers.

he’s so perfect, it made her heart physically ache.

she looked up at him, eyes sparkling. “thank you for this” she said quietly with a fond smile. sungho bent his head forward and kissed her nose. “i would do this every year, you’re too precious to spend a birthday alone y/n” he said.

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the two of them headed in after debating between watching a movie in the theatre and watching a series on y/n’s bed with some takeout. the former seemed too risky so they settled for the series. upon reaching her bed, sungho glanced at y/n who seemed conflicted due to its size.

“should we sit on the floor-?”

“that’s an idea..but won’t it get uncomfortable?”

“then what should we…”

“how about you—“

sungho stopped himself. the idea didn’t seem too bad to him, but it might to her-

“you could sit on me if you’d like…i mean my lap…i mean it’s gonna be better than the floor-“he stammered as y/n comically widened her eyes.

“you don’t have to though it’s oka—“

“no i’ll do it” y/n surprised her self as she said it. she couldn’t tell who was more redder in the face. sungho cleared his throat as he looked away from her, settling down on the bed with his legs spread.

she climbed onto the bed and plopped into his hold, slowly adjusting herself as sungho let out a shaky exhale. she pulled the laptop onto her lap as he tightened his arms around her, hands warm on her clothed stomach.

“is this okay?” his lips accidentally brushed her earlobe.

“yeah” she let out lowly, ignoring her racing thoughts as she browsed through her netflix.

the two were immersed in the series as they lost track of the time. the ost of twenty five twenty one played through the laptop speaker as y/n sniffled. “i hate the director” she said, wiping her eyes as sungho nodded. she moved forward to grab a tissue and shuffled for a bit when—

“can you…stop moving”sungho said in a pained voice. what happene- oh. oh. y/n stilled as he pulled her flush to his chest which was rising and falling rapidly against her back. her face felt hot as she squeaked out a “sorry”, refusing to look back.

sungho was not okay. how could he be okay in this situation? the scent of y/n’s shampoo wafted towards him and she continued to watch the drama in front of her, having no idea how she was driving him crazy behind her.

“this episode is just painful to watch” he mumbled lowly at the sight of the crying characters when y/n turned her head back to face him. “what—”

she stopped. their faces were inches away from eachother. sungho’s arms unintentionally tightened their hold on her as he held his breath. y/n was faced with those lips again. they were much closer this time, almost inviting her in—

“can i…kiss you?” she breathed out, lifting her eyes to meet his unreadable ones.

sungho didn’t hesitate in placing his lips on hers, kissing her with a sense of longing which he had been suppressing this entire times. she moved her lips against his with equal fervour and she turned herself around, settling herself in his lap fully as her arms wrapped themselves around his neck and legs on either side of him.

his lips were warm as he deepened the kiss. y/n gasped as he swiped his tongue across her lips for access, readily parting them as she grabbed onto his dark strands. he slipped his fingers inside her shirt, exploring the soft skin of her waist as she moaned lowly into the kiss.

sungho broke the kiss with a gasp and stared into her eyes that were hazy with desire. “you have no idea…on how long i’ve been wanting to do that” he said shakily.

“ditto” she whispered before smashing her lips onto his again as she felt him harden beneath her. she tugged on his jacket as he stopped to pull it off. he then attached his lips to her neck as she tilted her head back with a gasp.

her hands explored the planes of his abdomen as she scratched her way through them dizzily, his deep groans in her neck only increasing her pace as she grinded against his lower stomach.

“wait” she gasped, grasping sungho’s shoulders to steady herself down. he detached himself from her collarbone, unfocused eyes blinking at hers. “are you sure about this” she asked lowly, looking at him for any signs.

“positive” he whispered at her.

“it’s your birthday, let me make you feel good”.

‼️smut under the cut‼️

he flipped her over so she was now beneath him. sungho knelt above her, reaching for his shirt and peeling it off as she stared at him.

his breath hitched as she lifted her hand, slowly dragging it down from his chest, down to his tense abs and down to palm the bulge in his pants. he unclasped her bra in return as she shyly tried to cover her chest.

“no don’t- shit you’re so pretty” he groaned as he grabbed her left tit with his hand, taking the other into this mouth. y/n shivered at the sensation, arching her back as she shut her eyes, stifling back her moan as he bit down on her nipple.

“let me hear you doll” he murmured around her, moving his free hand down south, playing with the waistband of her pant. “sungho please..” she let out lowly, causing sungho to lift his head up.

“what was that?” he teased, ghosting his fingers over her clothed cunt. “please touch me” she whined, slowly pushing her hips towards his hand. sungho wasted no time as he pulled her pant down, dipping his hand down to her cunt as he teased her folds. “shit you’re so wet” he groaned at the feel of her. y/n squirmed beneath him as she whimpered out another “please”, eyes shining with tears of frustration as he continued to toy with her folds.

then without warning he shoved two fingers inside, causing her to let out a gasp as she lifted her back off the mattress. he thrusted them mercilessly, his other hand finding it’s way to her pulse point around her neck as he continued to paint her chest purple. she let out sinful whimpers beneath him, lifting her hands to his shoulders as she gripped them for dear life.

if sungho thought he couldn’t like her more, he was proved wrong as he stared, enraptured at her expression of pure bliss. this felt surreal to him, the girl he liked was getting off using his fingers and god she was beautiful in this moment.

y/n felt her breath hitch as he tightened his grip on her neck. she gasped for air as he pressed a finger on her clit, rubbing it fiercely as he added a third finger in her cunt. she gave up on trying to stay quiet, releasing choked out moans because of how good he was making her feel.

“sung- i’m coming”she cried shakily as he sped up his movements. “that’s it, that’s my pretty girl” he watched in awe as she came all over his hand. he pulled out his slick coated fingers and stared at them, mesmerised. y/n watched with wide eyes as he began to suck them, the action making her grow wetter despite the orgasm she had seconds ago. “fuck you taste better than i thought” he moaned as she grabbed his nape and smashed their lips back together, pulling his shirt off as she flung it off the bed.

“need you to fuck me…please” she whined against his lips as she slipped a hand into his underwear, running a finger over his slit already leaking precum.

sungho hissed as he pulled away from the kiss, the feeling of her rubbing his swollen tip itself was close enough to make him come on the spot. he discarded his pants and pulled his cock out, pumping it twice as y/n gulped. his cock was perfection, standing tall and proud with the perfect thickness and size. she whimpered lowly at the thought of it nearly impaling her in the next few minutes.

sungho shuddered, a red flush coating his neck at her reaction to his cock. “i won’t be able to hold myself back if you keep looking like that princess” he choked out, feeling shy by her lust filled gaze.

“don’t hold back” she said airily, moving closer to him. an unreadable expression crossed his features before he gestured for her to wrap her legs around his hips. without wasting another minute he slammed his cock into her with a single thrust, both of them moaning loudly at the feeling. y/n could feel the tears pricking her eyes, not at the painful stretch of her cunt but from the sheer amount of pleasure his cock was giving her.

sungho felt himself twitch inside her, at the sight of her tears. god he was sick in the head for getting turned on by her tears but he couldn’t help it. she looked unreal with her glossy eyes and desperate little cries. he slowly pulled out and slammed back in, just to relish the way she weakly clawed at his chest through her breathless whimpers.

“fuck you feel so good- like my own little doll” he cursed at the sensation of her cunt practically chocking his cock. she moaned loudly at that, causing him to look at her. “do you like that?” he asked with a smirk, slowly pulling out and teasing her with his tip. “y-yes”she cried out “like it when you call me..your doll, y-your fucktoy” she mustered, causing sungho’s eyebrows to fly up. he’d be lying if he said her confession didn’t turn him on even more.

he felt his restrain snap, pulling her into a rough kiss as she moaned into his mouth. so she liked it rough huh, he’ll show her rough.

y/n let out a cry as he started snapping his hips into hers, his hands cupping her tits with a vice like grip for leverage while throwing the most filthiest words at her. “look at you, my shameless little princess” he rasped. “crying all over my cock, you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” he groaned, reeling from the feel of her cunt clenching tighter at his words.

all traces of the sweet and gentle sungho from earlier were gone, it was like a switch had flipped inside him as he stared at her with dark eyes filled with an almost feral glint. his chuckle felt meaner and mocking as he wrapped his hand around her neck again, restricting her airways as she gasped out a moan.

tears slipped out of her eyes onto the sheets as she choked on them, the signs sending his hips into a rougher frenzy. “tell me princess” sungho groaned. “you’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

“yes! yes- fuck sungho!” y/n gasped as he hit a particularly deep spot inside that had her seeing stars. god she could feel him everywhere inside her. “you’re so huge” she sobbed as his ego boosted through his libido, pressing the bulge in her lower stomach as his eyes darkened at the sight.

“you’re taking my cock so well, my pretty little slut” he cooed, lips turning upwards as he met her unfocused eyes. he bent down to bite her nipple as she arched her back, pushing her chest into him while tangling her hands into his locks. he continued pounding at an animalistic pace, the bed shaking occasionally due to their movements.

“s-so good..” she whimpered, overwhelmed by the sensation. she could feel her orgasm approaching, tugging on his hairs as he moaned into her breast. she couldn’t think straight anymore, her mind was dizzy with pleasure as her hips moved automatically to meet his.

“shit you feel so good” he gasped, his thrusts getting erratic. he grabbed her by the neck as pushed his lips onto hers, harshly pulling her hair and fisting the strands to bring her face near his. “such a dirty slut aren’t you?” he sneered as she moaned into his mouth at his action, her nails scraping his broad shoulders painfully.

“i-im close” she whispered, feeling her cunt spasm with each thrust. he brought his hand down to her clit and pinched it, bringing her orgasm crashing down with the action. y/n’s legs shook violently around his hips as she cried out. he continued pounding into her sensitive cunt, ignoring her whimpers. “stay patient like the fucktoy you are” he scoffed as she pulsated around him. that did it for him as he came with a moan, shooting hot ropes of cum into her as she milked him dry.

❕end of smut❕

y/n was barely able register her surroundings anymore, still lost from the aftershock of being fucked so intensely. she saw sungho sit on the bed as he moved to clean her up. he laughed quietly at her fucked out state, causing her to blink back at him.

“did i really fuck you dumb?” he questioned, a little smirk taking over his face. “i think so” she mumbled as she gestured for sungho to move closer. he lied down in the little space beside her as he pulled her into his side, pulling the blanket over them as their legs tangled underneath.

“i don’t think i’ll be able to walk tomorrow” y/n said into the silence as sungho laughed loudly.

she let out distressed sound at this realisation and snuggled closer into his chest.

“wait- does this mean you like me?!” she exclaimed suddenly, facing sungho who looked extremely amused.

“you’re asking me this after i just fucked you dumb?”

“i mean…”

he giggled as he pulled her in for a long kiss, feeling her hand encase his cheek as she melted into the kiss.

“you drive me crazy park sungho” she said once they broke apart from the kiss. he smiled widely at that, hiding his face in her hair as she laughed at his endearing behaviour.

“you’ve been driving me crazy since the drunken night” came his muffled out response as she grinned.

“you’ve been driving me crazy since before that- well sort of” she admitted, causing him to sit up and look at her with a surprised look.

“oh my god you’re a onedoor aren’t you? i knew it— that’s why you knew about yeppi and i bet you have an album too-“

“no i don’t!! i mean not that i’m not a fan- i watched your videos because- ugh!” y/n buried your face in her hands as sungho doubled over next to her. “it’s not like that” she whined as sungho calmed down, still giggling at the news he discovered.

“okay okay tell me when i first drove you crazy”

“it was when you gave me my food delivery that got sent to taesan’s studio accidentally” she said, recalling the way she was floored by the boy’s stunning good looks when he apologised with a smile as he handed the chicken fries back at her studio.

“oh my..that was ages ago, you’ve liked me since then??” sungho gaped at you with a hand over his mouth. “sort of…that’s when i looked you up online and watched your videos and yeah” she finished shyly as he brought her back into his chest.

“gosh you’re so cute it’s killing me” he all but squealed as she giggled at him. “what am i going to do with you?” he sighed with a smile as he brought his forehead against hers.

i don’t know…how does being my boyfriend sound?”. y/n cheesed back as he whined dramatically along the lines of “you stole my line!”.

taesan: they got together?!

sori: 5 screenshots attached

sori: thank god they did, girl’s been pining since ages

taesan: oh wow…did not need to know about hyung’s skills in bed, i need bleach.

sori: LMAO

in the bnd groupchat:

taesan: GUYS SUNGHO HYUNG GOT TOGETHER WITH Y/N!!

riwoo: everybody act surprised

leehan: they liked eachother?!

taesan: …

jaehyun: …

riwoo: …

jaehyun: woonhak you owe me 20

woonhak: patience grandpa🙄

sungho: i hate y’all.

a/n: felt like the ending could’ve been better but i hope you guys liked the fic overall! i’m pretty new to tumblr, atleast for the writing part and i apologise in advance for sounding awkward asf😭, this is a piece that i had written a year ago for sungho and i know that my writing might not be the best out there, so feel free to leave any feedback in the comments! please like and reblog if you enjoyed it and please do follow me for more content as my inbox is currently open!

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A Still Day or A Hurricane (08) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: single mom lawyer!OC x pastry chef!Jungkook; angst, fluff, smut; age gap

Chapter Warnings: foul/explicit language; single parenthood, motherhood; mention of a sexual harassment case, inaccurate law stuff im sry; flirting and cute moments they're like teenagers actually, jk's a lil jealous; insecurities and a bit of pain; infidelity; eventual smut (18+)

Chapter Word count: 11.8k

Status: Completed

Series summary: Driven by your perfectionist attitude and need to have everything in order, you planned that by age 30, you’d have made junior partner, bought your own apartment, and have children. You achieved them, of course, and while the last bit required you to take matters into your own hands - no thanks to your ex-boyfriend who dumped you but to your best friend who directed you to a fertility clinic - you’re now a 31-year old who pretty much has her life under control. You’re ready to raise your child on your own, that is, until the 20-something pastry chef flirts his way into your heart, messing up the perfect little life you worked so hard to have for yourself.

Listen to: Love Me Like That (Sam Kim), Bye Bye Bye My Blue (Yerin Baek), Angel (Chancellor, Taeyeon) || Playlist 🎶

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Jungkook can’t go a day without a trace of you. 

It’s been a month since that night you invited him over to your place after the fall dessert spread and let him stay late. You just sat on your couch and talked and laughed all night. There was no need to do more or be closer - being together seemed enough and it’s that comfort and excitement he feels when he’s next to you that he missed, that he wants to keep feeling.

Days later, he babysat Heejin at your place and you came home with lunch you all shared, and it felt so domestic, so comfortable, so natural.

Since then, he’s babysat two more half days and you’ve spent every Saturday together - from celebrating your friends’ birthdays, to more park meetups, then seeing each other at the mall, or just having lunch out after you’d taken Heejin to the doctor for a checkup or before meeting your family for movie night. 

He’s gone back to morning shifts to make sure he sees you for your pre-work ritual, taking Dea’s role at the counter once she signals to him that you’ve arrived. He puts your drinks in to-go cups so he can write his little notes, and while you thought silly of it at the start, he doesn’t miss the way your lips turn up once you read what he’s written, cheesy they may be.

Days aren’t the same when you’re unable to come, but he understands. You did say that you’re back to taking more cases and supervising the other associates, and the meetings to take in more clients don’t end. Some days, however, you miss your alarm after a long night of getting Heejin to sleep. 

He knows this because he’d message you when you don’t drop by, usually by teasing with a photo of the day’s featured dessert, and though you tend to be late in replying, you always do. 

Sometimes it’s a photo of the view of the road on the way home or a takeout of your late dinner. Sometimes it’s a one-word text of your usually frustrated emotion of the day, and sometimes you just call. 

The last bit is his favorite because he knows it’s when you’re in bed after having showered and ready to go to sleep. The fact that he’s the one you want to talk to as you end your day makes him think that he really has a chance with you this time, especially as you casually say that you just wanted to call because you didn’t see him that day. 

You’d say goodnight, then he’d say something along the lines of I’ll see you in your dreams, and you’d always reply with no, followed by the sweetest laugh he loves to hear. He doesn’t want to jinx it, but it almost feels like that sigh you let out before you kissed him years ago, the one that silently told him that he’s the one you want at the end of the day, the one you want to collapse to, the one you want to come home to. He just hopes you let him stay until the last time.

Jungkook isn’t forcing anything, and most times, he lets you take the initiative and the lead. He likes to think that slowly, you’re letting him be part of your weekends, of your plans; that maybe consciously or not, he’s becoming a constant for you and Heejin. 

He’s gotten so used to seeing or hearing from you by any means, which is why your holiday trip to Hong Kong with your family is bittersweet for him. 

You’d talked about being excited for Heejin’s first trip abroad and all the things you’re going to do, eat, and see. You’ve been looking forward to staying in your fancy hotel with all the comforts and luxuries and all the food you’ll eat and things you’ll buy. 

You’ve been looking forward to some rest, you’d said, and he’d been really happy for you, even if he knew that your entire break would be spent there, and when you get back, you’d return to your busy life and would only be able to spare him a few hours of your day once again.

He reads your message saying you’ve boarded the plane, and with a few days in Disneyland as your first stop, he’s not expecting to hear much from you. He already knows that Heejin will be running around and tiring you out, so he focuses on the preparations for tonight’s Christmas event.

The cafe’s holding a month-long holiday showcase, with three nights a week of a set menu of desserts after the success of the fall one. Jungkook is excited for this because he got to be more creative with his team, playing with the theme of Christmas and the New Year and highlighting chocolates, berries, cherries, and strawberries in a variety of ways. 

It’s close to midnight when Jungkook’s in bed, exhausted and satisfied but definitely missing you, when his phone beeps.

[From: ___ 🤩] I’m about to doze off. I hope dessert night went well! And don’t you dare reply because you should be sleeping. And now I’m about to. Good night!

[To: ___ 🤩] I can’t not reply. I was waiting for this all day 😏😏

[To: ___ 🤩] but it went well. and I was watching Sun-hee’s Instagram stories. glad you had fun on your first day! you looked so great, btw 😍 

[From: ___ 🤩] Shut up 

[From: ___ 🤩] But thanks. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Now sleep! 

Jungkook laughs to himself, imagining your annoyed but probably giddy face at his antics. You didn’t want to go to bed without sending him a message first, and that does all sorts of things to him. 

He falls asleep with the biggest smile on his face and his heart leaping out of his chest.

**

On your second day in Hong Kong, you send Jungkook a photo of Heejin in her adorable yellow jacket and Mickey Mouse headband. She was so excited when she saw it and then wore it the whole day. She looks too cute not to show Jungkook so you message him and spend the rest of the day talking in between your amusement park rides up until you’re in bed, with your daughter tucked in your arms while you type away on your phone. 

[From: Jungkook] so, uh, where’s her mom’s matching mouse ears? would like a picture of that too if possible 🤞🏽🤞🏽

[To: Jungkook] In your dreams, maybe 

[From: Jungkook] fine, I’ll see you there then 😍 now rest, okay? good night, ___. 

The next day, you send him a photo of you and Heejin in your matching Mickey Mouse headbands. And then one where you’re both eating the Olaf-shaped dimsum. Then one with the princesses. Then another one where you’re carrying her with the castle as the backdrop. 

[From: Jungkook] my day is made. I can die happy now  😅

[To: Jungkook] Why are you always so dramatic 

[From: Jungkook] helps get your attention 🤷🏻‍♂️

[From: Jungkook] but srsly, you both look so happy. I’m glad you’re able to spend that time together, ___. 😊 you should rest now. I’ll talk to you tomorrow? Good night ☺️

[To: Jungkook] Thanks, and yeah, okay. Goodnight! 

You wonder if he wishes he was there with you, because deep down, you wish he was. 

He’ll probably take photos of you and Heejin in every attraction and compliment you every time. He’ll probably run the whole theme park to find the characters that she wants to meet, or dress in costume in case they’re not around. He’ll probably judge the food then promise to make both of you character ones back home.

And he’ll probably sneak in a silly story or two about his own experience at an amusement park when he was a kid and how he got lost or got a scratch or managed to topple over a kiosk.

You laugh about it that night, so on the final night at Disneyland, you video call him during the parade, and he cheers and oohs and aahs as if he were right there with you.

You head to the city the next day, spending it by exploring and staying at an indoor play park while your family goes shopping. You’re tired by the end of it, mostly from running after Heejin and the inconvenience with your hotel booking. You also watched the light show that had her squealing in amusement. You know she’s exhausted but she insists on watching cartoons while seated on your lap on the couch, and that’s when Jungkook messages, asking if he’ll be lucky tonight to get to see you or hear how you’re doing.

“You can call if you want to, you know?” You chuckle as he appears on the screen. 

“You’re on vacation and I’m the one who’ll adjust to your schedule,” he smiles. “Plus, you might be exhausted and I don’t want to disturb you or Heejin. Like she is right now,” he adds, laughing at the little one who’s trying desperately to stay awake. 

“She’s a stubborn one and doesn’t want to stay in bed,” you respond, shifting your daughter’s position on your lap. 

She moves and sees Jungkook on the screen, and you don’t expect her to smile at the sight of him, as she waves at him and calls his name.

“Kookoo!” She yells. 

Jungkook’s face lights up and yells Jinnie so loudly that you fake smack him on the screen. But you guide Heejin through as she tries to narrate to him what she did today. You and Jungkook can understand more than half of what she says, and you both laugh at how fast she says the words, as well as her accompanying gestures and facial expressions. Her speech has significantly improved and you like being able to give her more experiences to talk about.

Jungkook notices your tired eyes when it’s barely 10PM, and much as he wants to talk to you, he knows you need to rest.

“Hey, sunshine. Why don’t you and your Mama get some sleep? I'm sleepy, too,” he says, yawning and looking at you.

“Okay, Kookoo!” She says, understanding his sleeping gestures, giving him a flying kiss that now actually flies, then shifting to lie on your chest, earning a laugh from you and him.

“We’ll go ahead, okay?” You say tiredly.

“Okay. Can I call you tomorrow night, then?”

“You can,” you respond, holding his gaze and for a second there, it seems neither one of you wants to drop the call. “Good night, Jungkook.”

As he says, he calls the next night. And the next, and the next. He counts down the days until you’re back every time and you laugh at how bold he’s being again, though you don’t mind.

You don’t deny that you’re missing him, although it’s not something you’d say. You’re back to that level of comfort now but somehow, it’s even better because at least for you, nothing is holding you back.

You’re not one to easily fall for someone, or at least, you take your time to iron out your feelings and make sure they’re genuine. You need to feel that safety and security that’s built over time, and that’s what’s happening with Jungkook. 

You find yourself looking for him, wanting to talk to him, and that’s one thing that this trip has made clear to you - you want him to be a part of your day, whether it's a text conversation or a quick call just to hear his voice or see his face. You reckon he’s picked that up, as some nights he sends you a short video of him in the car, mouthing along to a song in the background, the wind against his hair and his smile illuminating the screen.

You let him be cheeky and flirty with you. You can’t imagine him not being one, and you find yourself enjoying it. You like his attention, much as you don’t want to admit it. You don’t think you’ve quite captured a man’s attention like that, one where it’s playful yet genuine, and you know he means well.

Anyone can tell that Jungkook is a handsome man. There are those boyish yet manly charms with the added spice of his piercings and tattoos. There’s something seductively alluring about the way he looks at you, as if you’re the only one in his line of vision, and it’s quite hypnotizing. He’s the type to look in the eyes of whoever he’s speaking to, and in your weeks of spending time together, you find how that makes you feel seen, understood, cared for. 

He bursts with confidence when he works at the cafe, enchanting as he moves about with ease, even if it’s just placing the pastries on the display counter or serving coffee. You don’t miss the slew of customers who try to get his attention, often asking Dea where he is, and the business cards in the tip jar asking him to call them are a dead giveaway. 

But he’s never minded them. All he’s done these past weeks was focus on you and Heejin, and it’s something you selfishly wish he’d continue doing. You like the pace your friendship is going. There’s obviously attraction and on his end, straightforwardness of what he feels, although it hasn’t been explicitly said, and neither of you seem to mind either - you’re not demanding him to admit them, and he’s not asking you to return them, although you do show your interest in your own ways. You like that he seems to know that, too. 

Things are good. Your priority remains to be Heejin, and he knows that, and that makes him even more attractive to you. Since having her, you’ve gone on to attend social and work events, and between the people you meet there and the male lawyers who still try their way with you, none of those who have shown interest in you ever showed interest in your daughter the way Jungkook, in his caring and sincere way, has.

It’s ironic how this man in his mid-twenties has shown more maturity and respect than many of the guys in their mid- and late-thirties that you’ve come across, have. It’s what Sun-hee made you realize, that though Jungkook has moments of being a little too playful and disorganized, his boldness is one you appreciate and which never crosses a line. 

He just lets you be, wants more but never asks too much, making sure he doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, but he lets you know what he feels when you’ve given him the attention he yearns. He makes you feel wanted, and not in a way to benefit him or stroke his ego, but because he thinks you deserve it - to be desired and to be cared for. 

It’s no surprise that with all those, you look forward to his messages or his replies, or to the evenings when you’re ready for bed and just want to hear from or see him before you call it a night. Even when you weren’t on vacation, you found yourself doing that; you hadn’t realized how hearing him say goodnight is the calm after the storm that you need every day.

Before you know it, your 10-day trip is over, past the Christmas and New Year festivities. You planned your days well enough to space the activities so you’re not always tired, although when caring for a little one, you always are. 

You had enough days for celebration and proper rest and lounging. But you also can’t wait to be back home, partly because you need to work on all your backlogs for the year, and mostly because, well, of Jungkook.

You’d gone straight to bed after arriving last night, and you’re now at the Blue Side before heading to a mid-morning start to work with Heejin and Taehyung, who’s staying at your apartment until next week. 

You all enter and Dea only briefly smiles at you before shouting “they’re here!”

Jungkook barrels out of the kitchen with an excited smile on his face, and you laugh at his enthusiasm at seeing you.

“Hey,” he says. “What can I get you guys today?”

“Hey. You have powdered sugar on your nose,” you chuckle.

“I’ll clean up later. This adds to my charm,” he shrugs, then asks you again what you’d like to have.

“French toast for me, waffles for Tae, and pancakes, too, but please make them a little small for the tiny angel over there,” you point towards the table where Heejin is settled on the stroller. “She’s still a little sleepy but she misses you.”

“Great, at least she does,” Jungkook sticks his tongue out. “But I miss her, too. Maybe a trip to the park soon, yeah?”

You nod and add your orders of hot chocolate for you and Tae, stating that you’ll order your coffee to-go later.

Jungkook arrives at your table with your plates of food, with Heejin’s pancakes not only smaller as you requested, but Mickey and Minnie Mouse-shaped with strawberries as the ribbon. They’re miniature and incredibly pretty that her eyes widen at the sight of her new favorite characters. 

“You like them, sunshine?” 

She smiles and squeals his name, her arms now up asking him to carry her, which he does. She wraps her tiny arms around his neck and hugs him, and somehow you feel that’s more than a thank you for her breakfast. You gush at Heejin’s affection and Jungkook helps her on the high-chair then leaves you to your meal.

“His flirting game is so on-point that I’m probably gonna ask him for tips if I decide to go for a woman with a child,” Tae says too casually.

“And why would you go for a mom?” You cock an eyebrow.

“Not that I wouldn’t but in case I do. Although his flirting game is on-point either way, I would assume.”

“Yeah, since it’s working,” you find yourself saying.

“Good. About time you spice up your life,” he replies.

“Yah! I told you, I don’t need a—”

“Man, we know. You say that like, all the time, but you may not need a man, but you sure do want him,” Tae points out. “It’s glaringly obvious, has been since he got back. I mean, you weren’t this giddy and excited in your 3 years with Yun-seo, and to think you were more trusting and naive about love back then.”

“Thanks for the reminder, little brother,” you frown. “But you’re right, and that’s also why I’m taking my time. Not only do I need to be sure, but so does he, and Heejin and I are a package. That’s a lot for a guy in his twenties with so much ahead of him to just lock in on.”

“I’m pretty sure he knows what he’s getting into,” Taehyung comforts you. “He wouldn’t have stayed with you the whole time you were pregnant and then giving birth and now, spending time and energy getting to know Heejin, if he wasn't locked in. I don’t think it’s an age thing, ___,” he continues, knowing it’s one of the things that circle your mind though you try not to think much of it. 

“Yeah, he’s younger; he’s probably a lot of things his generation’s known for, but that respect and loyalty, that’s taught. That’s modeled to him as a kid, and those are things he values enough to show you.”

You hum, knowing your brother’s right. He’s not around as much since his orchestral band is often touring the world for shows, and when he’s home, his jazz band on the side is often booked for gigs. But like your other siblings, he’s been your support throughout all this, and you don’t doubt he just wants you happy, but would also snap at whoever it is who hurts you. 

You’re in the middle of talking about Taehyung’s show next month when a voice calling your name prompts you to look up and smile in surprise at the man before you. 

“Soo-hyun, you’re back,” you exclaim, briefly falling into his outstretched arms. “I haven’t seen you since internship and that was when, 10 years ago?”

“It’s been that long, huh,” he smiles, taking in the only other friend he made during those 10 hellish weeks in the summer of his junior year in law school. “But look at you. I caught up with some of our schoolmates and I heard you’re the youngest to ever be partner at your firm. Didn’t doubt you for a second.”

You bask in your friend’s praise, as he was never short of that when you worked alongside him. Soo-hyun was always so encouraging, and sometimes you wished it was he who kissed you at the farewell party and not the other guy who acted like nothing happened after. 

“Thanks. You never stopped cheering me on, though, even when you went ahead and left, but you’re the big time lawyer now working in the UN,” you beam. “You always wanted that. I’m so happy for you.”

“Ah, thank you. Lots I had to give up but it was worth it. And you? Looks like things are going well, too.”

He eyes Heejin and Taehyung and you introduce them accordingly, correcting that you had your daughter on your own and you don’t have a partner at the moment.

“You know, I’m still bitter about you and Hyunsik,” he groans. “If he didn’t freak out and made the dumbest mistake of his life when he didn’t call you back, maybe you two would’ve worked out.”

“Well, he did what he did. What difference would it have made?” You chuckle, having gotten over being left in the dark.

“The difference? He wouldn’t be engaged to some rich man’s daughter who wants him to work for the family company in the US,” Soo-hyun whines, clearly disappointed. 

He and Hyunsik always talked about working for some intergovernmental agency and it’s quite upsetting that only one of them got to pursue that dream.

“So he’s engaged,” you hum. “Well, that’s good for him then. Thinking about it, if he’d done anything, maybe things would’ve been really different for me, too,” you say, briefly looking at Jungkook who’s now cleaning tables when you know he should be in the kitchen. 

He glances at you curiously and you send him a smile. Hyunsik not chickening out would’ve changed things for you. Maybe Yun-seo wouldn’t have been in your life. Maybe neither would Jungkook.

“But you do look happy, and your daughter looks absolutely adorable,” he chirps.

“I am, and thank you. She’s an angel and quite the brat sometimes. She takes after me,” you smile. 

“She does, but that’s good to hear,” he chuckles. “Well, I have a conference to go to, but do you think we can have lunch this week before I leave? I would love to catch up with a friend.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you then,” you reply, waving him goodbye before he gets his to-go drink from Jungkook, who eyes him up and down before doing so.

“What is it with lawyers and doctors having the most interesting sex lives during internship?” Taehyung says seemingly out of nowhere, but you know he was probably recalling all the times you talked about junior year and the happenings outside the court.

“You just watch too many medical and law dramas, Tae. The stress is insane and sex sells. Hyunsik kissed me then ran off; that sucks, it’s not interesting,” you correct.

“True. So let’s go with the kickass lawyer falling for the man who makes her favorite pastries, then,” he smirks. 

You playfully roll your eyes and head to the counter for your to-go drinks before driving them back to your apartment. You state your order to Jungkook who visibly looks upset, and you want nothing more than to wipe that pout off his lips.

He quietly makes your drink while you observe him go about his work without the usual energy and cheeky smile. He hands you the drink and you giggle at how Jungkook is acting.

“Hi, where’s the note on my drink? I was really looking forward to it,” you say, trying to act professional.

He frowns and takes your cup back, doodles something, then hands it to you.

I have nicer hair.

“That's all?” You challenge him.

He gets it again and adds.

And smile. And eyes. And abs (probably)

You swallow hard at the last bit because you can only assume that he really does have nicer abs but you focus on right now and you can’t deny how Jungkook being a little jealous is making you feel.

“Probably,” you shrug. “Good thing he’s not the one I’m interested in, then.”

“And who might that lucky guy be?” 

“Hmm, just someone who leaves me notes on coffee cups everyday,” you say nonchalantly. “He has nice hair and a charming smile and pretty eyes.”

Jungkook’s lips turn up. “I knew you only liked me for my looks.”

“Do I?” You tease.

He finally meets your eyes and smirks, then doodles something else.

You drive me crazy, do you know that?

You giggle loudly, earning a few looks from the other customers, and a laugh from him.

“You are so cringe, Jungkook,” you shake your head playfully. 

“Glad it makes you smile, though,” he responds.

“It does,” you bite your lip, causing him to grin once more.

You pay, opting not to think too much of his bold statement written on your takeaway, then remembering a request your mother wanted you to ask.

“By the way, I know you’ve got another busy week, but my mom is wondering if we can order a specialty cake from you. It’s Jung-jae’s birthday on Sunday and she loves your stuff,” you ask.

“Oh, right. She did mention that weeks ago,” Jungkook replies. “And sure, I’d love to! He was telling me he loves chocolate and caramel so I know what I’ll make for him.”

“Great! Mom’s shy since she knows you still have that holiday event going so she told me to be the one to ask you,” you explain. 

“___, even if her dog asked, I wouldn’t say no,” he laughs. “But yeah, I’ll bake it in time for Sunday and then I can—”

“I’ll pick it up from your place,” you cut him off. “I don’t want to trouble you about the transport. Let me worry about that.”

Jungkook’s smile is the widest you’d ever seen, and it’s making your cheeks warm. His giddiness from you offering to drop by his place is rubbing off on you, and it takes Taehyung’s throat-clearing next to you to realize you’ve been spending too much time talking to Jungkook and that you’ll be late for work if you keep at it.

So you pick up your cup and wave him goodbye, your brother’s teasing not letting up until dinner that night.

You see Jungkook one more time at the cafe that week and message him on days when you don’t, and it’s Saturday when you see him again at the cafe for their final holiday dessert showcase.

**

The rooftop is adorned with a Christmas tree and LED lights. It’s warm enough for the weather, and the mulled wine tea makes it all the more cozy. 

You wrap your arms around Heejin who’s excited to see the dishes for this mid-afternoon get-together, squealing as she sees each platter served for sharing, like the Christmas tree-shaped puff pastry, snowflake cream puffs, and sausage and cherry rolls. 

She curiously eyes the individual plates with the variety of intricately-designed creations like the chocolate tarts, truffle opera, glass jar desserts, and delectable mini entremet cakes. They’re bursting with color and flavors and you’re constantly impressed with Jungkook and his team’s skills in putting this together. 

You’ve come to like these late afternoons at the rooftop for these events, especially with your entire family now living close by. You’re all busy with work, including your friends, but this is the time when you all get to be together and enjoy good food. 

You like seeing Heejin be amused with the desserts; it gives you an opportunity to teach her colors, textures, and flavors, too. She’s the type to put anything she sees inside her mouth, and you’re glad at least with these dishes, she can. 

Midway through, you see Jungkook and Dea arrive with two sets of what looks like mini gingerbread houses decorated with colorful icing, candy canes, jellybeans, and M&Ms, placing one each in front of Subin and Heejin. 

“Dea and I thought it would be fun if the kids had something to enjoy and play with, too,” Jungkook smiles, kneeling next to Heejin who’s now beaming.

“Actually, it started with ‘Heejin will like this,’ and by extension, Subin,” Dea corrects, earning her a glare from the man next to you.

“Thanks for always including our son, Jungkook. Points to you,” Namjoon winks, earning him a glare from you this time.

“Do you like it, sunshine?” Jungkook asks the little one. “I got some of your favorite characters on there.”

You notice the mini Mickey and Minnie and Daffy and Daisy gingerbreads at the front of the house, and you point them out to Heejin who traces them with her tiny fingers. You glance at Subin’s and see that his only has the two snowmen, and you turn to Jungkook whose smile mirrors your daughter’s, and your heart warms at the sight. You’re not the most creative person, and you know that Heejin is a curious and visual child, so having someone like Jungkook create things for her that she loves is pretty special.

“What do you think, bubba?”

“Mickey and Minnie, Mama!” She squeals. “And Daffy and Daisy! It’s pretty!”

“Yes, and Kookoo made it for you. What do you say?”

She turns to him and yells, “thank you, Kookoo!” 

“You’re welcome, Jinnie,” he says affectionately. “I missed you and your Mama a lot when you were away.”

You don’t miss the amount of effort he’s putting into making her happy, knowing that it makes you happy as well, especially when he looks at you and smirks.

“Flirting your way back through my daughter, huh?” You tease.

“And if I am?”

You choke out a laugh.

“I’m sorry, that sounded terrible,” he pouts. “I’m not doing this to try to get to you. Though that’s a plus. I like making Heejin happy.”

“I’m teasing, Jungkook. I know you do,” you assure him. 

You’ve seen the way he looks at her with awe and affection, and you know he’s naturally like this with kids. It’s quite ironic to think that she’s technically the reason why you couldn’t think of being with him in the past, and now he treats her like she’s family, like he’d love her with all of him if you let him. 

“She’s surrounded by a lot of great men who love and care for her and another one won’t hurt,” you add. “And she likes you. She smiles when you smile, laughs when you laugh. It’s…. nice to see her be easily comfortable with you.” 

“I think she heard my laugh a lot when she was still inside your womb. I heard that’s a thing,” he says. 

“Yeah, she surely heard me talk insanely fast and reprimanding people, that's why she’s the same,” you chuckle, noting how Heejin babbles a lot with some of her almost-fully formed words still not understandable to you.

“Charming like her mother, isn’t she?” He smirks again, standing up now after Heejin hugs him.

“You could say that,” you reply. “But thank you, Jungkook. I think she’ll learn to love holidays because of this.”

He smiles at you then turns to Subin. “You like it, little guy?” 

Subin nods with the roof already in his mouth, and there’s a warm feeling inside you at seeing Jungkook with your family and friends, the most important people in your life. To have him be this thoughtful to them means more than he knows, and though you know a part of that is showmanship, you also know that more than anything, he likes making those you care about happy. He’s done nothing but show you that. 

The afternoon continues with conversations and laughter all around, and with Heejin saying no to anyone who asks to take a bite from her gingerbread house. You don’t miss how she carefully removes the candy from the roof, eating them slowly, then talking to the Disney characters like they’re her toys. 

The sun starts its descent and the temperature is slowly dropping. You decide to get some more hot packs for Heejin and Subin and are waiting by the elevator when you feel Jungkook next to you.

“Hey! How’s the set so far,” he asks, turning towards you.

“Amazing. And how’s service?”

“Stressful. We’ve got orders for our regular pastries downstairs and they’re running out,” he sighs. “Quite the busy afternoon.”

“Well, that’s a good sign, isn’t it?”

“It is, that’s why I’m glad you’re here,” he smiles. “Helps with the stress.”

You hum, playfully shaking your head. 

Elderly customers join you in your wait so you let them go ahead, and you take the longer waiting time to observe Jungkook and his pink nose and reddened ears, jaws clenched to perhaps keep them from chattering. 

“Jeon Jungkook, it’s cold out. Why aren’t you in thicker clothes?” You ask, not being able to help the reprimanding tone of your voice. “Don’t you have anything warmer than that?”

He’s chosen a red polo unlike the rest of the staff who have sweatshirts and even jackets on, and here he is, barely covered.

“At home,” he shrugs. “It makes me feel stuffy and it’s hard to move around when my clothes are too tight.”

“Yeah, but it makes you vulnerable to getting sick, and you can’t get sick,” you frown at him, now entering the empty elevator.

As what you always do to Heejin or any of your siblings, you rub your hands together to create heat and without much thinking, you move close to him and place your warmed palms on Jungkook’s ears. You catch his surprised look but meet his eyes, unable to look away.

“Why don’t you want me to get sick?” He challenges.

“Because you’re making Jung-jae’s cake tomorrow,” you respond.

“That all?” He asks, internally moaning at your warmth when your palms hit his ears again.

“We’re going to the park next weekend,” you say.

“Any more?” He pushes, as you both slowly walk out the elevator. 

“If you’re sick, you can’t come to work. And that means I can’t see you. And I like seeing you,” you answer boldly.

“Fuck,” you hear him say, and you turn towards him who’s stopped walking in the hallway.

“What?”

“You can’t say things like that when I’m working, ___. I’m gonna lose my focus,” he complains, hand on his chest, looking absolutely silly and adorable. 

“You asked me!” You chuckle. “You know I’d answer truthfully.”

“Yeah, but… shit. I’m gonna buy a jacket online right now,” he states, taking his phone.

“Don’t, I’ve got an extra one in the car,” you tell him. “It’s probably gonna fit you just right so don’t flex too much and ruin it.”

Jungkook feels like the rest of his face is turning red but he doesn’t mind, not when you’re being openly affectionate in your own way like this. It’s natural to you, he’s sure, especially when you have three younger siblings you spent most of your life taking care of, and definitely the mother in you, too. But it’s directed at him because you don’t want him getting sick because you want to keep seeing him, and the thought makes his heart race. 

He doesn’t care if you’re both in this wild ride of non-admission of what you both feel, even if his feelings keep growing as each day passes. He’s always been like that, anyway - he goes with his heart into anything and gets invested as time goes by. And when it comes to you, he knows there’s no turning back. But he’ll follow your pace as long as you’re still around, and he’ll find the time to say what he really feels and hope he doesn’t screw it up this time.

Jungkook heads to the kitchen to arrange the final dish of the afternoon for the guests - hot dark chocolate drink poured over vanilla bean ice cream with peppermint macaron - and he looks up from the counter when Dea calls his attention. He scurries out and smiles shyly when he sees you holding out your jacket for him.

“The hot packs should be enough until the end of the night,” you say, taking his hands and putting one in each. “Add these in your jean pockets, okay?” 

“Okay,” he scrunches his nose, something you find incredibly charming. “Can you warm my ears with your hands again? Maybe my cheeks, too?”

“Don’t push it,” you chuckle. “I just gave you more hot packs!”

“I’m kidding,” he laughs. “These are all good, thank you. You’ll definitely be seeing me the rest of the week.”

“Okay, good. Stay healthy for me,” you smile, then you head up the elevator, leaving a flustered Jungkook in your wake.

**

Last night felt like a dream. Not only was it the final night of the cafe’s month-long holiday dessert showcase, which saw an increase in sales due to the effective social media presence and influencers writing and posting about it, but it was also the first time in a long time that Jungkook had felt you.

Arms and fingers and knees brushing was always normal between both of you. You hold each other’s gaze a lot, catch each other smiling and smirking when you think the other one isn’t looking. And of course, there was that kiss from over two years ago that soothed and broke his heart at the same time. 

Jungkook still thinks about that day and how amazing you felt against him, close to him, as if you fit perfectly right next to him. He knows it’ll take time to have that moment again, but anything he can get from you, he’d gladly take it.

Even if they’re your warm hands cradling him to transfer your heat. Or your words telling him that you like seeing him. Or your white floral scent on the jacket that you lent him because you didn’t want him to get too cold. You’re close, in the closest way you’d let yourself be, and he can’t really ask for more. 

Especially as he sees you standing in his doorway at 2 in the afternoon the following Sunday, your fitted long sleeved top underneath your jacket making him swallow hard. You look good, as you always do, but there’s something about you in your casual clothes in his apartment that makes things feel surreal.

“Hi, is the cake ready?” You ask, curiously looking around his spacious pad, almost half of which is the kitchen. 

“Almost. I’m still working on a few things,” he responds, letting you in.

“Oh, good. Can I do a taste test?”

“Isn’t that why you insisted on coming over to pick up the cake?” He cocks an eyebrow, leading you to his work space.

“Pretty much. Once the cake is placed on Mom’s dining table, it’ll disappear right as I blink,” you laugh, knowing how much your family has come to love sweets now.

“Good thing I did a sample the other night of this,” he says, showing the salted caramel mousse cake he’d said he made at your mom’s request. 

It’s perfect, you think, as it looks sophisticated and absolutely delicious. He hands you a small plate with a slice of the mini version he made, and you bite into it, feeling the smooth and crunchy textures, the sweetness just the right level. 

You close your eyes as you savor the taste, knowing that this is something that Jung-jae would definitely enjoy. You like that your mom made sure to have all his favorite dishes prepared, and you’re excited to see him being the spoiled one for the day, given that it’s usually your mom who gets everything she wants between the two of them.

You don’t see the way Jungkook softens at you, always liking how you look whenever you eat something of his - content and happy. And definitely impressed. 

“It’s really good, Jungkook. They’ll all love this,” you smile. 

“That’s a relief. Impressing your family is one of my goals.”

“They’re easier to impress, actually, so you’re fine.”

“Gee, nice way to encourage me,” he chuckles. “Anyway, where’s the little sunshine? I was looking forward to seeing her today.”

“She’s with Namjoon and Ma-ri. I had to quickly pass by the mall for this,” you explain, handing him a paper bag. 

He curiously opens it to find a black thermal-lined sweatshirt. It’s simple and looks comfortable, seemingly the right fit for him.

“You can replace the size if you want. And it’s Hobi-approved so you can— actually, you should wear it to work.”

“What’s this for?” He asks, removing the zip-up jacket he’s wearing, leaving him in a white sleeveless top, briefly exposing his toned arms - one of which is covered in tattoos - and then trying on what you’d bought.

“Just something,” you shrug. “I figured if I got it for you, you’d wear it.”

“Of course I will. Did you know I fell asleep wearing your jacket last night?”

“What? Why? Did you not take a shower?”

“Uh, I did. It’s just, it was cold and it was there and you know how girls like wearing their guy’s clothes? I’m kinda like that, too.”

“That’s… interesting,” you chuckle.

“Don’t you think it’s cute I liked wearing your jacket?” He smirks.

“It’s okay,” you say with a straight face, although you’re gushing internally at how much of a hopeless romantic he is.

“I’d think it’s cute if you wore my clothes,” he says, leaning by the counter and not-so-subtly flexing his arms.

The sweatshirt fits just right, clinging onto his very fit and very taut body just enough to tease. You suddenly wish you’d gotten him a bigger size.

“I have my own, though, why would I wear yours?”

“It’s romantic! Humor me, ___,” he laughs, giving up on the thought now, but with the way you’re teasingly smiling, he knows you’re thinking about it. 

“Maybe one day, we’ll see,” you say.

He merely smiles then stands up straight again, reaching out for something near you so he can scoot closer. You jerk a little, and it’s then you notice another box on the counter with a card on it.

“You have another order?” 

“Oh, they’re actually for Jung-jae. Your mom not-so-subtly mentioned that he likes raspberry and cheesecake so I made cups of them,” he says, taking samples of them from his fridge.

“But you made him a cake already,” you remind him.

“Which your mom bought. This is my gift,” he corrects.

He puts one in front of you and eyes you as you take it for a bite.

“He’d like this. I mean, I like it, and my taste is pretty sophisticated.”

“You did say my tarts were sweet the first time we met, though, even if you were lying,” he chuckles, recalling that first meeting he embarrassingly hit on you, which definitely turned you off.

“Only because you were flirting,” you stick your tongue out. “I needed to knock you down a peg.”

“So you lied?”

“So you could impress me,” you smirk this time.

“Which I did, by the way,” he says, scooting closer.

“Perhaps. That was long ago so I don’t remember much.”

“I can try again,” he says. “I can keep trying, actually,” he adds, tone deep and low.

“Aren’t you already?”

“Have been, since I got back here. Is it in vain? Is it going anywhere?”

You know this isn’t about his pastries or his cakes anymore, and it’s the first time he’d asked you directly. And for the first time, you can answer him truthfully.

“It’s not in vain. And it is going somewhere. And I don’t think anybody’s going to be walking away this time.”

“Good,” he pants, his eyes flitting to your lips. “That’s really good.”

You feel your heart race at the feeling of deja vu, as the day you both kissed has recently been swimming in your mind. The things you feel towards Jungkook are overwhelming, but also undeniable. 

You find yourself searching for him on days when you want to keep still, to just be; you want him next to you when you want to feel human. And on the days when you feel like taking over the world, you want him holding your hand, too. And Heejin’s. You’re sure that so does he.

Especially with how he’s looking at you, full of desire and restraint, certainty and fear, acceptance and persistence. 

It would’ve been the perfect scenario for another kiss, perhaps, Jungkook telling you what he feels, or maybe you admitting all the things you’ve always been scared of. But true to form, the universe thinks otherwise, and the continuous ringing of the doorbell startles you, his groan echoing in his large apartment.

“I’m sorry, I’ll just get that.”

You nod, take a long breath, then finish your cheesecake cup. You pick up Namjoon’s call while Jungkook attends to whoever is at the door.

He returns with a cute pout on his face, as if he’s contemplating on something.

“You okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, it’s just the neighbors. They’re regulars at the cafe and they invited me to their house party tonight,” he responds.

“And? What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, they’re girls.”

You snort. “And so? Since when were you afraid of girls?”

“I’m not,” he exclaims. “It’s just that they’re, uh—”

“Young and pretty women who might be interested in you?” You finish for him, chuckling. 

You did hear some flirty giggling that sounded like Sun-hee when she talks about her resident doctor crush.

He sighs as if to confirm. “And they have chocolate fondue. And really good booze.”

“So you should go! It’s, well, a Sunday but you kids party whenever anyway. You should let loose.”

“First, you’re not that old. And second, Jin and Yoongi party whenever they want, too,” he argues. “But that’s not the point. I don’t want you to think that, I’m…” he trails.

“Jungkook, we’re not… uh—”

“Dating, I know,” he says, his face falling a bit.

“But we are something, at least. But that doesn’t mean you can’t go out and have fun. It’s totally okay, even if they’re into you, which I’m sure they are.”

“How are you sure?”

“I got a vibe from how they were giggling and trying to keep you talking to them even when you were saying goodbye.”

He eyes you curiously.

“I have great hearing,” you shrug. “But it doesn’t matter. You’re free to do whatever. You’re not tied to me, Jungkook.”

You see him look unsure and uncomfortable as he nods and makes his way back to the counter, and you dislike the feeling that it’s because of what you said, so you walk closer to him and nudge his arm.

“Can you look at me, please?” You say softly, and he follows, trying to force a smile.

“I didn’t mean that to dismiss us or what we have,” you explain. “I know we don’t talk about it because honestly? It’s the first time I’m not thinking too much. I seem to be that way with you, you know? I just feel. And laugh. And smile. And given how I am, that counts for something, right?”

He nods again. He plays with his lip ring that you’ve noticed he does when he’s anxious, trying his best not to look into your eyes. 

“I also just meant to say that nothing should stop you from meeting or hanging out with other people,” you continue. “You shouldn’t miss out on things just because there’s this woman who likes being around you and whose daughter adores the heck out of you.”

And he smiles, that shy and adorable little smile where his dimples show and his nose scrunches a bit. It’s at this moment you wish you’re the type of person to just throw herself into things that make her happy, the kind who trusts her heart so much that it’s all that she’d need. Because it’s obvious what Jungkook means to you; you just need to settle into the thought, the idea, the vision. 

He hasn’t asked for more, and you hope right now, this is enough. 

“You like being around me, huh?” He smirks now, leaning against the kitchen counter, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. 

“Most of the time,” you smile.

“Okay, so if I do go tonight, you won’t be jealous? If you’re so sure that those girls are into me.”

“Nope.”

“You sure?”

“You think I’d lie about it? I’d tell you straight to your face if I was,” you chuckle.

“Okay then,” he mumbles, his face turning serious, as he hopes he isn’t pushing it with you. “So when you saw me with Yae-won back then, were you jealous?”

“Yes,” you admit for the first time. 

“Did you ever think of me when I was away?” 

“Yes. But I didn’t want to, I tried not to.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t have the right to. I pushed you away, Jungkook. And you found your happiness when you went back home, and I’m glad you did.”

“I’m sorry, ___,” he whispers, eyes turning sullen.

“For what? You told me that I broke your heart, and you moved on; you did what you had to do. And seeing you with her was what I needed to move on from what I did, too, from what I turned my back on. There’s nothing to be sorry for,” you say.

You’ve had your fair share of confrontations; you don’t shy away from them. But this isn’t one you expected you’d have. You didn’t expect you’d feel so much, too. 

“Why are we the way we are now?” He wonders. “What changed?”

“I did.”

Jungkook looks at you, confidence and strength not wavering as he bombards you with questions that he just happened to be brave enough to ask. Maybe it’s being in his apartment and having a bit of control. Maybe it’s all the questions in his mind he can’t get rid of. Maybe it’s just needing affirmation that he isn’t the only one in this. That you’re right there, with him, too. 

He understood the reason why you had to cut him off from your life. Your way is the only way, after all, and if he wasn’t part of the picture, then he wouldn’t be. He’s learned that you’re one to put aside your emotions because you need to, but when the time comes that you need to be honest, you will be to him. 

You don’t like being vulnerable, you told him once. But that’s exactly what you are right now, in front of him, and he realizes just how much of you there’s still left to uncover. You’re not an open book who wears her heart on her sleeves like he is. You need to give yourself time to reveal parts of yourself to others. And he can only imagine that with how far your friends and family would go for you and you for them, he knows it will be absolutely worth it.

And if it took two years and him being away for things to change for you, if it took all that time with the heartaches in between so you could feel comfortable enough to let him hold the heart you’ve carefully guarded but would willingly give to anyone you deem worthy, then he’ll wait. 

He wants you to want him in your life and in Heejin’s your way, at your time, following your pace. He doesn’t know what about you makes him trust you so much, makes him so certain, but like with things in his life, all he ever needed was one moment. The night at the rooftop, the first lunch out, that kiss, the morning at the park. Right now. He realizes that every moment tells him it’s you. It will always be you. 

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll go tonight, enjoy some chocolate fondue and some whiskey. And I’ll maybe call you after. And then we’ll go to the park on Saturday, and I’ll prepare something nice for you and Heejin for dinner. How does that sound?”

“Oh, like a proper date?” You cock an eyebrow, heart beating so fast.

“Yes, a date with the woman who makes me so fucking weak and her daughter whom I adore to pieces.”

You nibble your lips to control the gigantic smile that’s threatening to show on your face, but you somehow fail, as you see his cheeks turn pink and his nose scrunch smile reappears.

“God, we’re like teenagers,” you laugh. “It’s so embarrassing.”

“You’ll get the hang of it,” he winks. 

You wish you could have more time with him, as you get hypnotized by his beautiful eyes and swim into the dips of his cheeks. But your phone beeps again and it’s Namjoon saying that Heejin is looking for you already, so you tell Jungkook that it’s time to leave.

He hands you a bag of little cake pops for the kids, and you wave him goodbye with your boxes of sweets, the smile not leaving your face until you reach your mom’s apartment. 

That night, Jungkook sends you photos of him and Jimin and Hobi, whom he dragged to the house party with him. 

[From: Jungkook] thinking of you 🙂

God, teenagers. 

**

Saturday just couldn’t come any sooner. 

After the weekend spent with your family, you couldn’t wait to spend a day with Jungkook, especially after what happened last Sunday, which was the closest to confessing you two could get. 

You’re both adults who aren’t oblivious to what the other feels, but you also seem to just understand that there’s no need to rush into things. There’s care and affection as much as there’s playfulness. You’re giddy and excited all the time. 

You enter the cafe every morning with a smile already plastered on your face, then head to work with a dooddled cup of coffee in hand. You spend the day at work going from one meeting to another, from one hearing to another, and deal with one maniac to another. 

In between being talked down by older or male lawyers - it’s either of the two or both - dealing with clients who don’t give you much, and a system that fails its women, it’s Jungkook’s messages that keep you afloat. He’d started with sending you memes not long ago, and when you couldn’t understand the humor in them, he took to making memes of himself, thinking you’d at least find his silly photos and spectacular editing skills hilarious. And you do.

He’s a good anchor, especially when your head’s in a tailspin and you’re losing sight of yourself, or of your sanity. You find yourself calling him at the end of the day, his greeting of are you alright immediately making you feel better. 

Heejin was sleeping next to you one night, and as you narrated to Jungkook the sexual harassment case you’re working on and the intimidation of the defense, you asked, rhetorically, why you’re doing what you’re doing. 

“Because of you. Because of your mother. Because of her,” he said. “You’re exactly who your mother raised, and you are what you are because you love her, and you do what you do because you want Heejin to know that women can win. That women are strong and powerful and can do whatever they want.”

You don’t know how he does it, calming you like that, that during the moments you crack, he’s the glue that fills the spaces, so you don’t get to feel what it’s like to be broken. 

You find out, on the Saturday that you couldn’t wait to spend with him, that all it would take is someone from your past to pull you back down, force you to look at the tainted image of yourself in the mirror, and see a person you don’t like.

**

You head to the park in the middle of the morning, just as you and Jungkook agreed on. The temperature didn’t drop further as you expected, and you were tempted to just invite Jungkook to stay at your place and eventually have dinner there, too, but Heejin had been adamant about going out to run around and ride the swing, and you couldn’t say no. 

The park that Jungkook found has an indoor playground and benches, and it seemed like a good plan in case it got too cold.

Jungkook had to drop by the cafe to check on some faulty equipment, he said, so you take your time in walking down the icy path, carefully skipping with Heejin and practicing words she’d associate with winter. 

You decide to wait for Jungkook inside one of the shops next to where you both planned to meet when you see him, and you say his name before you could stop yourself.

“___, hey,” Yun-seo says, surprised. 

It’s been so long and you two haven’t crossed paths since your breakup almost 6 years ago. 

“Hey,” you respond, smiling at the little boy next to him. 

Yun-seo does the same with Heejin, smiling at your daughter who’s hiding behind your legs, and you feel her tiny arms wrap around your thigh.

You see him glance at your left hand, pointing out the lack of a ring and inferring you don’t have a husband.

“No partner, or a dad,” you confirm. “I had Heejin on my own; all I needed was a donor, actually.”

He forces a smile and introduces his son, a lovely kid with missing front teeth who’d turned 5 last month.

It hits you like a slap on the face and before you can say anything, a strangely familiar voice calls Yun-seo and he immediately wraps his arm around her waist, careful not to hit her baby bump.

“And this is my wife, Kyu—”

“Kyung-mi. Your neighbor. At the apartment you didn’t want to move out of. I get it now,” you interject, your face hardening at the sight. “No wonder she was always just there but never came close when I was around.”

“___, don’t start,” Yun-seo warns, seeing your now tense face.

“You said your son turned 5 last month? So he happened sometime before we broke up. How long were you cheating on me?”

It was an assumption, but Yun-seo doesn’t answer; he doesn’t need to. You know a guilty face when you see one.

“He looks like a great kid. I hope he doesn’t grow up to be like his father.”

His jaw clenches and it’s almost like years of pent up emotions that he didn’t get to unleash on you, surface. 

“You haven’t changed, have you? You’re still the same high and mighty woman you always believed you were,” he says, and you could feel the resentment in his voice, like he’d been waiting to say this to you. “Always right, always selfish. No wonder no one ever stuck around.”

“I’m not the one who cheated here, Yun-seo. Don’t make me the bad one.”

His wife looks obviously uncomfortable, fumbling for their son’s hand and excusing themselves to go to the washroom. Tucked in a corner with barely any people around, Yun-seo continues.

“You know, I thought I wanted to have a life with you,” he sighs, taking this time to say things he didn’t get to during that night he broke it off. 

“But the higher you got, it became clear that all that ever mattered to you was you. It was always about what you wanted, what you could accomplish, always needing to prove yourself, always needing to be in control, to be right. And that wasn’t how I wanted to build a family, ___. That wasn’t what I wanted for me. I wanted a partner who—”

“You wanted me to be dependent on you. You wanted submission, not a partnership,” you counter. “I was raised to go for what I want and fight for myself and your fragile male ego couldn’t take that I was doing well outside of your influence and so you made me the selfish one, the unlovable one, when all you wanted was to be needed. You only cared about me in relation to you, but you never cared about me. You only cared about yourself.”

“Yeah, say that to my wife and our 2 kids,” he scoffs. “There’s a reason why I couldn’t see a future with you but I knew immediately that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.”

“Well, you did me a favor, then. My daughter would never know a man like you.”

“Yeah, because you had her so you can prove again that you can do it, right? That you can do everything on your own? And then she’d end up being the miserable one because she didn’t have a father because face it, having her was about you, so you could feel good about yourself. So we’re not different, ___. Maybe your ego couldn’t handle being left behind, and it wouldn’t be the first time. Maybe if you’re not so stuck up on you, someone would actually stay.”

It’s his look of pity that breaks you, like somehow at the end of the breakup, he still won - because he has a family and a woman he convinced to love him. While you, well, there’s just you and the child you made with a faceless man you’ll never know. 

You grip Heejin’s arm that’s still wrapped around your thigh, and you hold onto her to keep you from falling apart. 

“My daughter will know nothing but love that I give because I can, because I know what it actually means to love unselfishly,” you respond, trying so hard for your voice not to crack. “And I didn’t need to break another person’s heart to have her, not like you.”

You look at him one last time, and there’s no ounce of remorse on his face. There’s just resentment, and you want to think it's weakness that he’s showing because he may be the one who got his wish of a family after you, but he did it at your expense. 

You take Heejin in your arms, letting her wrap her legs around you as you walk towards the doors. 

Yun-seo will never admit that things went wrong because he couldn’t accept your strengths and all the things you were proud of about yourself. He’ll never admit his insecurities, but that’s where you have the upper hand, because you know who he really is, and you’re glad you didn’t even consider trying to get him back. 

But that doesn’t mean he didn’t succeed in pulling from the depths your own insecurities as well, the worst parts of you that you were always afraid that people were going to leave you for, or did. They either tried and thought it probably wasn’t worth it, or they realized they didn’t want you after all. That life was better without you in it. That they could walk away from you and make a life after that was a good one because it wasn’t with you. 

The breakup only left you bitter for a while, realizing pretty quickly that he was just scared you didn’t need or depend on him, and that in turn made him feel irrelevant. You got over that quickly because you knew you didn’t lose. 

But you didn’t think that years later, he’d come back with the words that would expose your fears, your vulnerabilities, that would make you incredibly scared because somehow deep down, you can’t help but think that he may be right. 

Even as you hold tightly onto Heejin who’s repeatedly saying Mama, I want play in her tiny toddler voice, you can’t shake off all the things that Yun-seo had said. 

And you hate that you’re taking them to heart so much that the tears slide down your face uncontrollably, and you’re unable to keep it together as you rush out the store, speed walking towards the direction of your car. 

Your heart is breaking so loudly that you don’t hear Jungkook calling your name, as he stands near the entrance with a picnic basket in one hand and a bouquet of sunflowers in the other, his own heart breaking at the sight of you walking away once again.

**

You drive home like you’re on autopilot, and you don’t recall the time in between strapping Heejin in the car seat, rejecting all of Jungkook’s calls, and dialing your mom’s number, asking her to meet you at your apartment. 

You unlock your door, still unable to stop yourself from crying, and you try to pacify Heejin who’s saying that she’s hungry. You didn’t prepare anything for her to eat because your breakfast was supposed to be a picnic with Jungkook, but you don’t want to think about him right now, not when he has nothing and everything to do with why you’re as upset as you are. 

Heejin surprisingly isn’t interested in sliced strawberries this morning, and in your desperation to get her to eat, you unintentionally raise your voice, causing her to cry. 

“I’m sorry, bubba,” you plead, taking her in your arms and for the first time, she wails at your touch. “I didn’t mean to yell. Mama is just really sad and hurt, okay? I’m so sorry.”

You try to feed her the fruits again but she says no, pushing away the bowl, causing the food to drop on the couch.

You lack the energy to reprimand her, so you just pick them up helplessly and sit on the floor as you watch her cry, your own tears not stopping their descent on your cheeks. 

Gently tracing your fingers on her little legs, you whisper I’m sorry repeatedly, hoping she’ll listen, hoping she’ll understand. 

The bell rings and you run to open the door, your mom’s worried look greeting you. 

“Oh, honey,” she sighs, pulling you in an embrace. “What happened, my dear?”

It seems rhetorical, as you sob into her arms, and that’s when Jung-jae runs to cradle a crying Heejin, trying his best to calm her down. 

Your mom guides you to the living room where she instructs Jung-jae to prepare the food to feed your daughter, and he does as he’s told. He’s learned, in the few years that he’s been a part of your family, how to handle all of you. 

“I want Kookoo,” you hear Heejin cry, and with your constantly ringing phone with Jungkook’s name appearing and disappearing with every unanswered call, your mother looks at you in worry, wondering if you and he had fought.

“It wasn’t him. It was Yun-seo,” you manage to say. “He said a lot of things and I… I’m sorry, Mom, I can’t talk about them right now.”

“And Jungkook?” 

“I left him at the park. And I—”

She picks up the phone the next time it rings, and you hear Jungkook’s voice, panting your name.

You hear your mom tell him that something came up but you don’t wanna talk about it, and the way her face falls says enough of what she hears on the other end, and somehow that breaks your heart even more. 

“Yes, I’ll tell her to call you,” she promises, looking at you as she puts the phone down. 

“You better call him soon, honey. You know that all he’s ever cared about are you and Heejin. You gotta open your heart, okay? You know he’s just there for you.”

All you can do is nod but you don’t know if you’ll be able to call today, or anytime soon. You’ve never disliked yourself more than right now, and it’s the type where it’s as if you’re watching a shell of you commit mistake after mistake, and you’re unable to do anything about it.

Everything that Yun-seo said hurt. There’s a reason why the men in your life left you. There haven’t been many but those who came by walked out almost as quickly. And for the briefest moment, you lump Jungkook with that group, even if you’re the one who pushed him away. He did find someone after you, and the sight of him in someone else’s arm is the knife that you cut right through yourself. 

It’s different when the man you loved and who once loved you - or so you thought - shows an image of you that you’ve accepted and learned to appreciate. You’re a lot of things - a perfectionist, ambitious and persistent. You like getting your way, you want people to follow you, you want people to know you’re good. But you care, you’re compassionate, and although imperfect, you’re loving.

You’re not the selfless, conceited, heartless woman he said you are, but years later, he still knows you, knows that it’s when your heart cracks a little that you’re vulnerable, that you’re weak, that you’d believe everything he says. And that’s what he did.

Your mom and Jung-jae manage to pacify you and Heejin. You cry to her again that night as you hold your daughter in your arms, with a string of apologies for making her upset. Your mom talks to her, explains in a way a 2-year old would understand that you’re sorry and you need her, so Heejin clings to you for the first time that night, her little hand resting on your chest to give you comfort.

This is all you need, you remind yourself; this is what you always needed. Your daughter in your arms was always enough to get you through a bad day, but not today. 

Today, you’re broken, and there’s no glue to fill up the cracks. 

You spend the next day in a haze as Byeol and Namjoon manage your home for you. You skip the cafe the whole week and busy yourself with out-of-office meetings. 

It’s Wednesday that week when you finally tell your family and best friends what happened. 

And it’s Thursday when you get the texts that break you even more.

[From: Jungkook] ___, is it something that I did? talk to me 

[From: Jungkook] please, don’t do this again 

##

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my honey, my daisy, my only | kim mingyu

➝ Mingyu x f!Reader

➝ feat. Jisoo, Chaeyoung, Jeonghan, Seungkwan, Hansol, Jihoon.

➝ word count: 6769 words.

➝ post-breakup!au // non-idol!au // songfic

➝ warnings: none that I’m aware of. maybe some cliches lol. there’s a mention of horror house but i dont go into details at all because i dont like it myself.

➝ Song: Taeyeon - What Do I Call You Now?

A/N: Hi guys!!! been a long time haha. I wrote this when I was feeling kind of :// and felt the need to run away from whatever it was I’m feeling lol. that being said, this has been sitting in my draft for like two weeks lol I totally didn’t expect this to be as long as 6k but here we are. I hope you like this and please do tell me if you do :D

내 연인이었던

You who used to be my lover

my honey, my daisy, my only

So, what do I call you now?

Hello strangers, there are barely nothing left memories, memories, memories.

We’ve said our goodbyes.

but why are you still beside me like before, like before, like before?

Breaking up with Kim Mingyu is weird.

You’re pretty sure the both of you have broken it off two months ago, ending a one-and-a-half-year relationship by blaming busy schedules, burn offs, and whatnots.

You told Mingyu not to feel sorry because you’ll be okay.

It’s a lie.

You still cry over him last night.

The first week, the both of you have avoided each other for the sake of convenience and, thankfully, your friends understand it’d be hard to immediately hang out together like before again.

Mingyu told Jihoon it will all past soon; he’ll forget about it and you can hang out together again like before.

It’s a lie.

His lockscreen is still a picture of your childhood photo that your mom showed him a long time ago.

Two weeks after that, you stop avoiding each other; feeling bad to your friends because some of them seem like they’re having hard times maneuvering between the two of you. So, you and Mingyu somehow come to the silent agreement that you should just hang out with the gang as usual.

You’re not sure if it’s fortunate, but your friends just avoid the subject of the past altogether, instead choosing to just act like you and Mingyu were never together to begin with.

You still haven’t talked to Mingyu once.

They let the two of you be.

Like right now.

Currently, you’re sitting in a new Chinese restaurant that has just opened in a mall the gang usually hang out at. Sitting in a round table, Seungkwan is sitting next to you, and beside him is Mingyu, and then Jihoon, then Chaeyoung, then Hansol, then Jeonghan, then Jisoo. You’re pretty sure Jeonghan is tagging along because he knew Jisoo is going but that’s another story.

You shake your head at the waiter when he offers you a menu, instead leaning your head on Seungkwan’s shoulder, looking at the menu in his hand. He’s flipping through it carefully, as if making sure he’d pick the best one.

“Seungkwan?” Jisoo calls after a while, looking at you, too. “Any addition? We’ve all ordered enough but if you want to add something, it’s okay, too.”

“Just put yours on order first, I’m still flipping through the menu,” Seungkwan says.

“If you’ve ordered enough for all of us, then I’m good.” You shrug, still hogging to Seungkwan.

Jeonghan snickers, shaking his head at Seungkwan. “He’s always like that. He’s probably memorized all the menu he’s seen by now.”

The younger guy doesn’t even bother to reply, just mockingly nods at him as you laugh at the banter.

With Seungkwan still flipping through the menu, you’ve somehow made it your mission to annoy your friend by answering his mumbling as he whispers to himself.

“Huh? This looks so good? But I kinda want dumpling, too.”

“They probably ordered dumpling already, you know?” you say, nodding to yourself.

“Hey, stop moving if you’re going to lean on me!” He says, pushing his shoulder up to make you move.

“Nooooooo,” you say dramatically, making a show of hugging his arm. “You’re comfy, I like it.”

Seungkwan exhales tiredly, shaking his head. “I’ve always known you’re touchy. But when did you become this clingy to me?”

“Because before this she’s clingy with her then boyfriend,” Jeonghan says absentmindedly, spinning the chopstick in front of him.

When the table falls silent, he looks up to see everyone looking at him in disbelief except for Mingyu who’s pretending to be playing with his phone.

“Oh…” he says faintly, smiling at you sheepishly.

You just pout at him as you move from Seungkwan to cling to Jisoo on your other side. “Whatever he does, do NOT say yes if he ever asks you to be his girlfriend.”

Jisoo grins, patting your head like the big sister that she is. “Don’t worry, he still has a long way to go.”

Jeonghan looks at you in disbelief and you just stick your tongue out in return.

Making yourself comfortable in Jisoo’s shoulder, your vision automatically falls to Mingyu who’s sitting beside your friend. You’ve just realized what Mingyu is wearing: the oversized black hoodie you used to wear often when you’re still together with him.

You could still imagine him in your head; his voice deep and unimpressed, a frown on his face though a fond smile is threatening to appear: “You’re basically stealing my hoodie like this.” and you’d just laugh, flapping the sweater paws in front of his face.

When you cast your gaze upwards, you’re surprised to meet his gaze.

One second.

Two second.

Three second.

Mingyu doesn’t seem to want to back down. So, you turn to Hansol, who’s sitting on the opposite of Mingyu, asking him if he’s watched the last episode of a TV show you both watches. You’re not sure about half the things Hansol is saying, still feeling Mingyu’s gaze on the side of your face.

You totally forget you’ve promised Jisoo a few months ago that you’d go to the amusement park with her, Jeonghan, Chaeyoung, Hansol…and Mingyu. It won’t be a lie to say you’re kind of reluctant to go now. You had agreed coming, not knowing you’d break up with Mingyu before the event comes through.

Jisoo would understand, you think to yourself. But it has been a while since you visit an amusement park together with your friends and you’re kinda excited, too. Jisoo also seems to be really looking forward to the trip. With six people in total… maybe Mingyu being there wouldn’t bother you too much.

Jisoo: Guys!!! Tomorrow!!! Don’t forget!!!

Jeonghan: how can i forget when you keep on making announcement every day like this

Hansol: ^^ wht he says

Jisoo: You can just not come Yoon Jeonghan.

Seungkwan: Yes just don’t come yoon jeonghan

Jeonghan: noooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Jeonghan: im sorry TTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Seungkwan: I wanna come toooooooo D:

Jihoon: Im sorry I couldnt either TT

Chaeyoung: we can just go again some other time :D

You: itd be hard to fix our schedule again tho D:

Seungkwan: T-T

Mingyu: r we meeting at the amuesment park orrr???

Jeonghan: huh didnt we talk about this alrd

Jisoo: Yes, Mingyu didn’t you volunteer to pick us up?

Mingyu: ??

Mingyu: I did?

(you is typing…)

Mingyu: huh :/

(you is typing…)

Mingyu: right.

(…)

Mingyu: the usual round, then?

Jisoo: Yuppp. The first person should be ready by 8 then.

Jisoo: And if we go by the usual round...

(you is typing…)

(Mingyu is typing…)

(…)

You: I won’t wake up late, mom.

Why did I laugh because it’s such an awkward situation?’

You were so close to me, you used to be mine; my honey, my daisy.

Mingyu has texted you ten minutes ago that he’d be arriving in about fifteen minutes. It wouldn’t be a lie to say your heart didn’t jump at the notification, not expecting him to message you personally.

The message above that was Mingyu telling you to take care right after he dropped you off in front of Jisoo’s apartment.

A message you didn’t reply to because you were already crying your heart out after the ‘mutual’ break up, Jisoo hugging you tight as her hand went up and down on your back.

Jeonghan was there, too, but you couldn’t care enough to ask why he was there. He didn’t say anything, just walked to the kitchen to get you a glass of water and then an aspirin in case you felt too dizzy from too much crying.

You’re pretty sure the clumsy hand that caressed your head belonged to Yoon Jeonghan and not Kim Jisoo.

Going downstairs to wait for him, you find your mom in the kitchen, busy making food.

“You’re up early,” she says, acknowledging your presence.

“Yuppp,” you reply, going through the fridge. “Didn’t I tell you I’m going to the amusement park with Jisoo and the others?”

Your mom looks at the table clock near her. “At 8 AM?”

“Well, Mingyu is going around picking people up and I’m first so I gotta wake up earlier.” You shrug, pouring orange juice to a small glass.

“Are you back together with him?”

“No?”

“Then why is he picking you up?”

You sigh, putting down the glass after gulping the juice. “We made the promise before the break up and I feel bad for cancelling it. We’re still in the same circle, after all.”

“Oh, well.” Your mom shrugs. “Don’t be too awkward in the car.”

You just nod, praying the same thing as you rummage through your bag, realizing you haven’t brought your portable battery. Sighing to yourself, you go back upstairs to get it and make sure you have everything you need for the day.

Taking a look in the mirror, you’re suddenly aware of what you’re wearing; a pair of black short jeans with a maroon sweater that Mingyu used to say was his favorite.

You aren’t lying when you say it you simply wear it because it was the first thing you grab from your closet. You genuinely contemplate on changing your top, but decided against so when you hear your mom calling you from downstairs, saying your ride is here.

Mingyu probably won’t realize, you say to yourself.

Getting out of your trance, you quickly go downstairs only to see Mingyu sitting in the living room, awkwardly conversing with your mom.

“Uh… why are you here?” You blurt out, not knowing what else to say.

“I’m… picking you up?” he snaps his gaze to you as he answers, confused.

You look at him in disbelief. “I mean why are you inside?”

“Where is your manner?” Your mom scolds you instead, making you pout at her. “I’m sorry, Mingyu. She can be harsh sometimes, I’m sure you know.”

Mingyu gapes a little, unsure how to reply. Thankfully, he doesn’t have to, because your mom just waves her hand away, already retreating to the kitchen.

“Anyway, just take her home safely. You know I trust her with you.”

The silence you share with Mingyu is nowhere near comfortable, the both of you gaping into space, blinking continuously.

“Let’s…go?” Mingyu finally says timidly, fidgeting on the sofa.

You bite down the bottom of your lips as you let out an exasperated laugh, already knowing today is going to be a long one.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you lead the way out of the house with Mingyu trailing behind.

Should I just talk like nothing happened?

We used to hold each other so close.

The car ride is awful to say the least.

The part that you didn’t think of is the fact that you don’t want to sit beside him but there’s no way you can sit in the back when you’re the first person he picks up.

So, you let Mingyu decide.

Mingyu is about to open the door when he notices you standing awkwardly near the car.

“Would it be uncomfortable if you sit in front?”

You look at him pointedly.

“You’d rather make me look like a chauffeur and sit at the back, then?” He tries to joke a little, his usual lame jokes that you usually laugh at because it’s nonsensical the way he keeps on making them.

Mingyu bites the inside of his cheek. He knew it is going to be awkward. But even he has thought he can stay cool and at least be the not awkward one. But who is he kidding?

He sighs a little, making you look up at him. “Just… sit wherever you want. I don’t mind if you want to sit at the back. Jisoo is going to kill me if we’re late.”

As Mingyu opens the door to his seat, you exhale a deep breath you don’t even realize you were holding. Making up your mind, you go the other side and sit beside him, not wanting to make things worse than it already is.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, putting on your seatbelt.

“Hm?” the guy turns to you, not sure if you’re talking to him or to yourself.

“I’m sorry for being difficult. I didn’t mean to,” you say quietly yet firmly.

He chuckles a little, finding the situation funny for some reason even he doesn’t understand. “It’s understandable. Let’s just… try not to be awkward as much as we can, okay? You were looking forward to this, too.”

You just nod, gripping the seatbelt. “Yeah… I was.”

The conversation stops there.

Mingyu is kind enough to turn the radio on to fill the silence.

“Uh…” you start, remembering how he sits down with you mom earlier.

Mingyu doesn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue. His fingers drumming against the steering wheel, an unfamiliar song starts playing on the radio.

“My mom… didn’t say anything weird, did she?”

Your ex-boyfriend hums, leaning forward to see the traffic light. “What do you deem weird?”

“Anything she might say about me?”

“And if she asks whether we will ever get back together? Is that weird?”

“What!” You scream out of shock. Making Mingyu jump a little. He looks at you in shock, his eyes widening like a rabbit.

“She didn’t… actually say that, right? Please say no.”

Mingyu looks forward, noticing the light is about to turn green. “No, then.”

“She so did, didn’t she?” you say, more to yourself than to him. Rubbing your head a little, you apologize to Mingyu for whatever she says; not expecting your mom would say that to Mingyu.

“It’s okay. My mom does that too every time I call since then,” he says it so casually that it doesn’t immediately register to you what he’s saying. You’re sure Mingyu doesn’t realize what he’s saying, either.

“I’m sorry… what?” you say, so shocked that you’re calm.

“Ah…” He coughs a little, realizing his mistake, then scratches the back of his head. “I wasn’t supposed to say that, was I?”

Closing your eyes as you lean on the car window, you can feel the stress filling you in.

“Hey, don’t mind it too much, okay?” Mingyu says, his hand about to reach yours out of reflex before he pulls it back, hoping you didn’t notice.

“You know how moms are. I’m sure they will get over it eventually,” he tries to reassure you, his eyes still focused on the road. “At least don’t think too much about it today. Try to have fun, okay? I will try to be out of your way if it makes you more comfortable.”

You don’t say anything back. Not knowing whether you’d be comfortable either way.

What do I call you at a time like this?

Maybe just calling you by your name is the safest

Your saviour comes in the form of Chaeyoung, your ray of sunshine Park Chaeyoung.

She is the next person to be picked up and you’re glad she keeps on talking about how excited she is about this little trip, and you can’t help but smile a little at her energy. Mingyu just nods along to what she says, but Chaeyoung doesn’t mind.

When she runs out of things to say, she asks to connect the car’s audio to her phone and she starts doing a karaoke session. You know she’s sparing you and Mingyu the awkward silence.

Both You and Mingyu make a silent promise inside to treat her something one of these days.

Forty minutes later, all of you has arrived at the amusement park. The sight of it is enough to lift your spirit, the thought of your and Mingyu’s mothers slowly getting away even though it’s still there.

You grin a little as you see Chaeyoung trying her best not to jump up and down (because Hansol is holding her own by the shoulders from behind). She seems so happy that you can’t help but feel the same way.

“Let’s go?” Jisoo says, a wide smile gracing her face. You nod at her, latching yourself into her arm as you line up at the entrance.

“You’re excited too, aren’t you?” She says, looking at you.

You nod at her, already glad that you didn’t decide to cancel. “I don’t remember the last time I went to an amusement park? Probably during high school?”

“Oh? That’s pretty long ago? Did you not go to any amusement park with…” Jisoo suddenly trails off, just then realizing what she’s about to say.

Mingyu chuckles from behind, making you and Jisoo turn to him in confusion. There’s a playful grin planted in his face. Gosh he’s so handsome it’s not funny.

“She’s scared of, like, 75% of the rides so we never went,” he snickers, making you glare at him.

“And you’re not?” you scoff, frowning at him.

He just shrugs, hand slinging around Hansol’s shoulder.

“I am, but I will ride it as long as I’m not by myself anyway.”

You just roll your eyes in return, not minding him. But you can’t deny the way you get a little relaxed, cheeks a bit warm after the interaction; bantering with Mingyu has always been so easy. It’s probably one of things you miss the most from him, but you’re not going to let anyone know that.

Jisoo is quick to make a beeline to the highest rollercoaster she can see, her hand gripping yours as she pulls you with her.

“Oh, no, no, no, no. I’m not riding this as my first ride,” you pull your hand back, shaking your head repeatedly. “You guys go up and I will wait here. I’ll just… take videos and make sure your stuffs are safe.”

Jisoo pouts a little, still holding on to you though her grip loosens. “It’s going to be fun, though. And I don’t want you standing here alone.”

“Not for me. It’s okay I can wait for you here; you guys just go. It’s not going to take that long too,” you say, glancing at the fairly short line to the ride. They might have to wait for about 10 minutes, you predict.

“But…”

“I’ll stay here with her,” Mingyu suddenly says, sitting on the bench behind you.

The older girl looks at him suspiciously, not sure about leaving you with him (which is a bit weird, you think; remembering she makes him pick you up first).

Before she can say anything, Jeonghan takes her arm gently, telling her they should get in line now if she doesn’t want to line for long. “Just let them be. Mingyu is probably too scared and just saying that as a way to get out.”

The taller guy just sticks his tongue out childishly, not denying his fear of height.

After everyone hands you and Mingyu their small bags (and Hansol, just his phone), they make their way to line up. Chaeyoung tells you to take a video of them and you just smile as you wave your hand, signaling her to look in font, her phone already in your hand.

“Thank you,” Mingyu suddenly says, his gaze locked at the towering ride before him.

You don’t say anything, just stare at him curiously as you don’t know what he’s referring to.

“For not being as awkward as this morning.” He looks back at you, making you think about the last time you were eye to eye with him.

“We…” he had said, his hand still holding yours, as if asking you to stay. What irony. “One day we will be able to be friends like we used to again, right?”

You looked up to him to meet his pleading eyes, yours blurry with tears.

“I don’t know.” You shook your head, answering honestly.

You could still hear the soft apologize he whispered as you let go of his hand, getting off his car before calling Jisoo you’re in front of her apartment building.

You blink back the memory. Not realizing it’s only been roughly three months since then.

“Shouldn’t have said that.” You can hear Mingyu mumble to himself, bringing you back to reality.

He sighs again, messing up his own hair before telling you to be ready with Chaeyoung’s phone. “Look, they’re about to get on the ride.”

“Thank you for not being awkward, too, Mingyu,” you say softly, eyes busy on the phone so you don’t have to look at him. (And he’s kind of glad you missed the stupid look he probably has on his face because it’s been so long since you address him by his name.) (Mingyu smiles to himself, then, his hand touching yours for a few seconds to help you get a better angle.)

(His hand is still as warm as you remember it to be.)

(Mingyu is glad you’re too focused on recording the video that you don’t see him trying to cover his grin like an idiot, his lower lip almost bleed from his own teeth.)

I’m thinking, wondering, what is a safe distance?

Cause this isn’t natural, seeing you everyday

Now you’re just someone I know

Jisoo has managed to make you get on the few rides you would have never considered on your own account. It’s still fun though half of the time you just want to cry on top of the ride; you probably won’t get to ride these again in a long time after this.

“Should we ride the teacup next?” Chaeyoung says, pointing at the colorful spinning teacups.

“I don’t mind,” you shrug. Hansol also agrees and Mingyu doesn’t mind anything that doesn’t push him off the ground.

“I mind,” Jisoo says, holding her hand up; her head dizzy from playing too much. “I’ll stay here and wait for once. I think I need a little break.”

Jeonghan laughs, looking at the girl with eyes full of adoration. “I’ll wait here with her. You guys go on.”

Lining up for the ride, you listen to Chaeyoung and Hansol talking about an American pop singer you’re not really aware of. But you know Hansol has a really particular taste in music and it’s rare that he finds someone to actually talk to about it.

You can feel Mingyu standing near you, his arms wide open as his hands grip both side of the railings as if to ward people off from your little group. You’re not sure if you’re standing too close to him or he’s just that warm that you can feel it from the little distance the queue area lets you have.

“I think we should take a break and get lunch after this,” he says to you, getting bored of waiting in silence. Turns out spending half the day with him has managed to dissipate the initial awkwardness you harbor.

You hum at him, nodding your head. “Yeah, now that you say it, I am kind of hungry.”

The guy scoffs a little, his eyes are full of disapproval. “You always need a reminder to eat. That’s one bad habit you should change, you know.”

You just scrunch your nose at him. “I am working on it.”

In which he just chuckles a little at as he shakes his head, thinking if your tendency of forgetting to eat when you’re too busy with works and assignments gets worse because he’s not there to remind you every now and then.

He kinds of miss nagging you.

You’re not going to tell him you got sick two weeks ago because your eating schedule was too messed up.

The four of you get into the big teacup, Mingyu and Chaeyoung sit on your sides and Hansol next to Chaeyoung.

Turns out riding this isn’t a good idea. The teacup spins much faster than you thought it would and it gets gradually faster every few seconds.

You don’t even know how you end up holding on to Mingyu’s arm as Chaeyoung laughs her heart out during the ride.

You’re not going to question the way Mingyu has his arm around your shoulders as you get off the ride; you’re pretty sure you’ll fall down if he doesn’t. You don’t understand how the girl can still laugh and Hansol doesn’t even seem dizzy a little bit.

“You’re okay?” Mingyu asks once you exit the ride area, you can still feel the weight of his arm around you. Chaeyoung looks at you with worry, only now realizing you look like you’re about to puke.

You shake your head, feeling dizzy even from doing so. “I need to… lean somewhere.”

“Jeonghan says he’s already on the restaurant nearby with Jisoo. We should go there so you can rest, too,” Hansol says, pushing his phone to his pocket.

Thankfully, it doesn’t even take you five minutes to reach the restaurant. While the two goes to order, Mingyu helps you sit down beside Jisoo, who immediately sits straight in worry seeing your pale complexion. She’s not going to mention the way you cling to Mingyu.

The younger guy tells her you’re too dizzy to even sit straight as you immediately flop yourself to the table.

“What do you want to eat? I’ll go order,” he asks, leaning down to you.

“Just order anything, Gyu,” you tell him in a trance, not realizing the old nickname that slips out of your mouth.

Mingyu blinks continuously, as if not hypnotized. Has it been that long since he hears you call him that way?

“Are you not going to order?” Jeonghan asks, nibbling his fries. His and Jisoo’s food still untouched at the table as they wait for everyone.

“Oh? Oh… yes. Okay,” he mumbles, more to himself than to his hyung.

He stands in line with Hansol and Chaeyoung. When they turn to him and ask what he’s going to order, your usual order to go makes it way to his mouth before he even realizes.

Everything has changed, but it’s not comfortable

You’re beside me, but what do I call you now?

You have no idea why you agree on going to the horror house as one of the last courses before going home. Mingyu doesn’t either. The both of you hates anything that has to do with this genre with all your heart.

But you guess something inside you is kind of intrigued for once. Plus, there are six of you; hopefully it’s enough people for you to feel at least safe.

The one who suggests doing this is Jeonghan, and Jisoo immediately agrees because she’s curious about what kind of courses horror house nowadays has. She is never afraid of this kind of things, so you think it should be a foolproof plan as long as you stick with her.

Wrong.

Turns out, it’s not just a horror house but also an escape room. They ask you to put on blindfolds and enter two by two. You’re pretty sure you’re at the very back with Jisoo, only to reach for her hand to find a big, familiar one that belongs to Mingyu.

“Why are you behind me?!” you whisper to him as the worker helps you move through the dark.

“I was in front with Jeonghan but someone moves me backwards…?” he whispers back.

You exhale a deep breath. Being in a horror house with Mingyu is not a good idea. At most, the both of you would be too busy being scared to do anything.

You just hope it’s more of an escape room than it is a horror house, because in that case Mingyu would be more helpful than he is not.

The speaker above you turns on, whoever speaks has his voice lowered so much that it kinds of scares you. Instinctively, you move back to find safety in another human presence only to bump into Mingyu’s chest.

Great. You definitely don’t have the time to have two different things making your heart beat too fast for its own good.

Mingyu calls your name softly, making sure you’re okay and you just nod as if he can see you.

“Please take off your blindfold now,” the voice speaks.

Taking off yours immediately, you’re surprised to find yourself in a small room that would barely even fit 4 adults. You can see a tiny window on your right, probably only big enough to let your hand in. Mingyu’s wouldn’t even fit. You can faintly hear Jisoo whispering something to whoever she’s with.  

Speaking of Mingyu’s hand, you don’t know why you’re still holding on to it since earlier even though you have plenty of time to let go.

He doesn’t seem to want to let go either, though.

So, you let it be.

“The six of you have to work together to go to the next room, all of the clues you need are in each of your rooms. You may use the little window in your room to contact your friends next to you. You only have 15 minutes for this course and the walls will close in every 5 minutes. If you fail to reach the next room in 15 minutes, a worker will come to get you out. There are a total of 3 chances to ask for hints through the walkie-talkie we have given the first person. Good luck.”

You look up to Mingyu, his eyes already busy scanning the dimly lit room. The room is small enough that you’re not really afraid, but eerily decorated that you’re on edge.

When he feels your hand tightening in his, he looks down at your tense figure and tells you he’ll find a way out as fast as he can.

You believe every single thing that he says.

Weird that his hold still brings comfort to you.

Jeonghan is the first to speak. You guess he’s in the room farthest from yours because you can only faintly hear him. Jeonghan is with Hansol while Jisoo is with Chaeyoung, the game might finish sooner than you expect it to be.

The first three minutes is spent rummaging through the little space that all of you have, Mingyu finally lets go of your hand to find things faster.

When the first 5 minutes is up, the sound of the walls moving shock you so much that you jump into his embrace. You can hear Jisoo asking if you’re okay, and it is Mingyu who answers you’re just shocked from the moving wall.

He lets you catch your breath for a few seconds, patting your head softly as he makes sure you’re okay. “I’m sure we can finish this before the second 5 minutes is up, okay? Talk to Chaeyoung so you’re not as fidgety.”

You nod, stepping from his embrace though your fingers are still grasping his shirt.

You apologize for jumping into him.

Mingyu just shakes his head saying it’s no problem.

He isn’t lying when he says they’re able to open the door to the next room before the walls move again.

You’re finally reunited with the others on the room after that. They don’t say anything about your hand tightly clasped into Mingyu’s.

“Can we ride the ferris wheel before going home?” Jisoo asks, pointing to the ride, circling on and on.

“I think I’ll pass; I’ve had enough of rides today. Will be waiting for you guys here,” Mingyu says, pointing to the bench near the fountain. The amusement park is weirdly not crowded that day but you’re definitely not complaining.

“You sure? It’s just ferris wheel, you know,” Chaeyoung says, not liking her friend being left alone.

Mingyu nods with a small smile, signaling everyone to go, your eyes still not leaving him even when the rest start walking. When he looks back at you with a confused smile, you simply shake your head before latching on to Jisoo’s arms.

The guy exhales, stretching his body a little before leaning back to the bench. The sky is turning a beautiful shade of purple, telling the world evening is about to fall.

Mingyu lazily takes his phone from his pocket, immediately opening the camera to take a picture of the sky that day. Your face greets him on his phone screen, startling him that he drops his phone to his face as he screams a little.

You laugh at him, so much that there are probably tears in your eyes. Calming yourself down, you hand him a glass of cola before you take a seat beside him.

“I’m sorry for startling you,” you say, also looking up at the sky.

“It’s okay,” he huffs, his heart beating so fast from the shock, before trying to take a picture again. “Why are you not going up the ferris wheel?”

You ponder for a second, slurping your own cola. “Just don’t feel like it. Plus, you waited with me before. Only right that I do the same.”

“If I had known bringing you into a horror house was all it takes for you to warm up again, I would’ve brought you earlier,” he says jokingly, playing with his drink.

“As if I’d go with you,” you reply back, making him laugh.

“True, true.”

“But… thank you,” you say again, glancing at him. “For making sure I’m okay the whole time we were there.”

Kim Mingyu smiles. That beautiful smile you haven’t seen in a while because of stupid fights and misunderstandings. Because of some dumb pride and hardheaded tendency.

You wonder if breaking up is the right choice you both made.

“I promised your mom that I’ll bring you home safe. Can’t risk her knowing her daughter almost lost here mind there, can I?” he grins, looking at you.

You return his grin in amusement, it is so easy to be with Mingyu.

“Thank you for loosening up today.” Mingyu plays with his ear when he’s nervous, a habit you quickly noticed when you first started dating him. That’s what he’s doing now.

“You’re having fun… right?”

You nod with a smile, putting your drink on the small space between you and Mingyu. “I really am.”

“It’s been so long since we go somewhere like this, huh?” he says, making you surprised at the sudden turn of topic.

You don’t feel like changing it, though.

“With the gang? Or just the us in general?”

“Both,” he replies quietly. “But more the latter.”

Humming a little, you nod your head in agreement. “Yeah. The last was probably when your parents made me go on your family trip during your sister’s birthday.”

The butterfly that makes its way in his stomach is so uncalled for. But Mingyu feels so warm inside that he can’t even stop the genuine smile that makes its way out, a recollection of you whining about going on his family trip suddenly fresh in his mind.

“Wow that was like…7 months ago, huh?”

“Yup,” you say, swinging you legs a little. “So close yet so far, right?”

Sitting straight, Mingyu contemplates on what to say next. It’s been so long since he just… sits down and talks with you. Which, to be honest, is probably why your relationship even ends up that way.

For someone who likes to talk a lot, the last few weeks of his relationship with you was filled with cold shoulders and silence. Refusing to understand one another, and refusing to talk to one another.

He’s not sure who to blame; maybe it’s the stress of being in the last year of university, maybe the both of you has too many in your plates that even explaining seem like a bother. Or maybe the both of you are just too hardheaded for your own good.

Whichever it is, Mingyu regrets that your relationship ends that way. So… anticlimactic. Not that he wishes for it to end badly…or at all, for that matters. But he knows whatever has driven you both to break up months ago isn’t something that’s unfixable.

“Have you…been well?”

To say you are simply startled by his question would be an understatement. Such a small, but heavy question. Not too long ago, Mingyu wouldn’t have to ask to know how you’re doing. You’re kind of sad that someone who were so close to you now has to ask how you’re doing.

“I’m… just okay.” You settle for an answer. It’s not completely a lie; because you are okay. But you’re not going to say there are days when you just want to call him and share your hard days with him. “Have you?”

Mingyu doesn’t answer immediately. He takes his time to think as he looks at the ferris wheel, the lights making it look like a beautiful wheel turning in the sky.

“Not as good as I would have liked to be.”

“Mingyu…”

“I miss you a lot, you know?” he says, not wanting you to stop him now that he has the chance and the courage to say it out loud. “I don’t even know how many times have I wondered about why did we break up. Wondering if that’s the right thing to do when my mind always wanders off to you when I’m not busy enough. Chaeyoung and Seokmin had to nurse me a few weeks ago because I piled up my schedule too much that my body just… gave up.”

“Gyu…”

Mingyu smiles sadly, looking down at his hands instead of at you. “Sometimes I see you laughing with someone in the group and all I want to do is to join and make you laugh, too. But, every time I arrive when you’re already there, you seem to get quieter and it just… hurts. And I’m not blaming you. Because I know that’s normal to happen. It hasn’t been that long since we broke up, after all. It’s not going to be easy to just… pretend things don’t bother us, anymore. But—”

“Gyu, look at me,” you say at last, placing your hand on top of his.

When he looks at you, his eyes full of emotions you’re not sure how to describe, you smile a little at him. “I miss you too.”

“I think about it too, Gyu. About why did we break up and if… that’s really what’s best for us.” You can feel Mingyu clasping your hand in his big ones, his hold feels like warmth and hope. “But I remember how we fought so much at the time, and how we refused to simply communicate even if we knew it could be fixed right there and then.”

“Do you think we can still fix it?” his voice is so small that you almost don’t hear it. But it’s clear to your ear; the way he sounds hopeful and a little sad, not knowing how you’ll answer him.

“Do you?” You ask back, turning your body so you can face him properly.

Mingyu looks down on your hands clasped together, not wanting to let go ever again. “I want to say yes. But I don’t want to give you the false promise of me being able to immediately change.”

“I can’t either, Gyu. It will take time; but how do we know until when do we have to wait? How do we know the other will change? What happens if one of us refuses to let go of our pride and ends up like this again?”

Mingyu is silent, knowing that every single word you’re saying is true.

He doesn’t have enough time to react when you pull your hand away from his to hold his face tenderly before dropping a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“We’ll talk properly later after dropping the guys home, okay?” you whisper before turning away to slurp your drink, the gang coming into his view a few seconds after that.

“Should we go home now?” You smile at them once they reach you.

Jeonghan agrees, exhaustion finally settling in and he makes a show of yawning before leaning his head on Jisoo’s shoulder, his arm going around her.

The girl just laughs in return, pushing his head away and scolding him for the lame act. Though you notice that she lets his arm be.

You stand up from the bench, turning to Mingyu only to see him still staring into space.

“Gyu?” You wave your hand in front of his face, looking at Mingyu with your head tilted to the side. “Let’s go home?”

Snapping out of his daze, Mingyu gives you a smile so big that you can’t help but smile just as wide.

“Let’s go home.”

my baby, my honey, my daisy, my only

so, what do I call you now?

A/N: ha!! how was that!! haha. tbh I have always wanted to write for Mingyu but nothing is ever actually finished until this one. I hope you liked it!!! Please tell me how you feel about this <3

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Title: Crazy in Love Pairing: Xu Minghao (SVT) x Gender Neutral Reader Genre: Fluff, Single Parent AU Warnings: Mild Language WC: 8k+ Collab: Love is: on the Radio - hosted by @haechanblr and @secndlife​

A/N: So...I know this is an x reader but when writing this I definitely focused more on Minghao’s relationship with the reader’s daughter, and I’m not sorry. I absolutely loved this prompt and got a bit carried away with it lol. Also I did use the term ‘Nini’ as a gender neutral parent term for the reader! Also, ALSO am I dropping this after almost 3 months of inactivity...yes, did I write this back in like...December? Also yes.

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“That’s a wrap for today. Great job everyone, remember to practice at home during the week okay?” 

A small chorus of affirmation echoed through the small dance hall. Minghao couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he watched his class pack up their belongings so that they could join their parents out in the waiting room. It was always a bittersweet feeling, sure he liked teaching his adult classes but the lessons with the children were always much more entertaining. Always dancing just for the fun of it all, rather than for some end goal. A part of him missed being that carefree, which is probably why his 6-10 class was his favorite.

“Mr. Haohao.” He was pulled from his thoughts by the small voice of one of his students, Sofie. She was rather short for a 7 year old, but she made up for her height with her fiery temper. He’d even seen her hit one of the older boys once when he had been insulting one of their classmates (which he had let slide, chastising her slightly but also getting onto the boy she had punched for being rude.). Currently though, that fiery temper was replaced with a small almost pitiful pout. 

“Uncle Jiji isn’t here…” She muttered, her tiny fists clenched the straps of her backpack as she stared up at him. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, and honestly Hao felt bad for the young girl. She was usually dropped off an hour or so earlier than the rest of the class, so she was forced to sit with her back against the wall as Minghao taught his ages 11-15 class, and she would always be the last to be picked up. He had never met her parents before, only this ‘Uncle’ of hers named Jihoon, who was almost consistently late when it came to picking her up.

Minghao knelt down and gave her a small smile, gesturing his head towards his office to the left. Such a simple action had a small grin start to spread over the child’s face.

“Well, you can head to my office. You know where the snacks are so help yourself.” Just like that, her sour mood was turned on its head and she let out a cheer before dashing towards his open office door. He pushed himself back up, and followed after her, preparing to get some paperwork done before his next class which thankfully wasn’t for another hour and a half. He watched as she climbed into his desk chair and pulled open the top drawer of his work desk. He had started stashing snacks in there after the first few times she had been left here after hours, as people tend to get hungry after dancing and Sofie was no exception. 

As soon as the pepero box was in her hand, she jumped off of the chair and dashed over to one of the plush armchairs that he kept on the other side of his desks for when he had meetings. Minghao couldn’t help but laugh a bit as she tore open the lid of the box, grumbling at the foil bagging on the inside and how it always seemed to give her trouble when she tried to open it. Minghao took his seat, letting her fumble with the item for a moment as he got a few of his papers in order. He knew better than to offer help too early, she would get upset if he did, so he always waited. 

As if on cue, she sat up on her knees in the chair and leaned over his desk with the box stretched out towards him.

“Open please!” He did just that, ripping the thin foil with ease before passing the box back to the child. She quickly began munching away on the chocolate sticks and Minghao began working. It was sort of a routine that the two had developed since she started talking lessons with him.

“Sofie, why doesn’t your parents ever come pick you up?” The question left his lips before he could stop it. Despite the girl’s unusual situation, he tried not to pry into the lives of his students so he had never asked. He just let her leave with Jihoon, who had also signed her up for the class, and then went through the same routine the next week.

He watched as the young girl pulled another stick out of the box, shoving it into her mouth at lightning fast speeds. Watching her, it reminded him of a chipmunk the way she was furiously munching at the snack as if it would disappear if she took too long.

“Nini works a lot! So they ask Uncle Jiji for help sometimes.” She began, munching loudly on her pepero as she swung her tiny legs out to lightly kick his desk. He had asked her once why she did that, and she just said she liked the noise it made, so he didn’t bother telling her to stop. “But Nini always comes home after work and we play tea party and superheroes together before bedtime!”

It wasn’t a lot of information but at least Minghao had a small grasp on the situation. At least it seemed like Sofie was coping well? Or at least from what he could tell, obviously he wasn’t around all the time. Despite that, he had come to care for the young girl after all the time the two had spent together. 

As he went to ask another question he heard the sound of the door to his dance studio swinging open, followed by the heavy sound of footsteps. His head snapped towards the door to his office, but from the angle he was at he couldn’t see whoever had entered.

“Sofie??” An unfamiliar voice echoed through the empty space. This person was obviously looking for the little girl sitting across from Minghao, but it wasn’t the familiar voice of her Uncle this time. Before Minghao could look back over at the child to question her, she had already bolted out of room and towards the mysterious voice. So, Minghao did what any sane person would do and followed her.

“Nini!” The child screamed, rushing over to the ‘stranger’ and jumping into your open arms as you knelt down. The person, whom Hao was now assuming was in fact Sofie’s parent, pulled the girl close and held her tightly. “Nini, I thought you had to be a vampire hunter tonight??”

You laughed, pulling away from the girl just enough to squeeze her cheeks between your palms. Sofie laughed as her you  shook her head from side to side, making a no motion.

“Well, they didn’t need me anymore. Turns out I’d fought most of those silly vampires! So I came to pick you up,” Your smile softened, and just from that Hao watched your smile drop for a fraction of a second as you explained yourself. He could only assume that you had been fired from...vampire hunting? He was definitely going to ask about that, he was a bit too curious not to. 

Sofie let out a cheer and threw her arms up into the air, knowing that you would now be able to spend more time with her. Almost as if she just realized where she was, Sofie pulled away from you, and turned back to look at Minghao. 

“Mr. Haohao! This is my Nini! They came to get me instead of Uncle Jiji!” She exclaimed, her hand wrapped tightly around your much larger one as she introduced the two of them. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit as Sofie bounced on the balls of her feet, obviously excited to introduce the two of you. You stood and flashed him a small nervous smile and gave a small wave with your free hand. It was such a simple action but Minghao had to admit that your smile was cute, even as small as it was now.

Seeing you also brought a bit of comfort to the male. He had been a bit concerned about Sofie’s home life, but he could tell how much you cared for your daughter. It was a relief to know that she was loved so much.

“Sorry for being late, there was some really bad traffic and I had to make sure Jihoon didn’t try and come pick her up too. That would have been awkward, ya know I get here and she’s already gone.” You rambled, which Minghao thought was fair, it was your first time meeting and first meetings with teachers were always awkward. So Minghao shook his head, as if to tell you that it wasn’t a big deal.

“Sofie’s a good kid, Jihoon’s usually late to come pick her up so we’re used to hanging out until her ride gets here. Isn’t that right Sofie?” At his question, the girl rapidly nodded to confirm. She quickly held up her basically empty box of pepero, shoving it as high towards your face as she could. 

“Mr. Haohao gives me snacks when I wait, so you can keep coming late.” Her words brought a laugh to the two of you. It was a tender moment, one that Hao was surprisingly content with being a part of.

“Why don’t you go grab your bag so we can head home, Uncle Gyu is coming over to make dinner tonight for us while Nini looks for a new job.” You instructed, patting your daughter on the back before watching her run back to the office you had seen her come out of. With Sofie gone, you looked back over at Minghao and the look on his face made your heart catch in your throat. He was watching after Sofie, as if she had hung the stars just for him as she dashed through his studio. The moment was soon over and he turned his attention towards you. 

“So, vampire hunting?” 

“I work...worked at an Italian restaurant, and Sofie says that I’m hunting vampires because of the garlic in the food. I figured I’d let her think that for now, didn’t want to crush her imagination and all.” Hao nodded, chuckling a bit to himself and thinking about how many little stories Sofie would tell him during their times waiting for her ride. It made sense now if her parent was encouraging her.

“Again, sorry for being late. I just...coming to get her was pretty last minute. I wasn’t supposed to be off until after 10.” Once more Hao gestured for you to stop, with a small soft smile of his face.

“Like I said, it’s fine. Sofie’s a good kid, and my next class doesn’t start for another hour. So it’s no problem for me. Honestly, it’d probably be a bit weird for me if she just suddenly was getting picked up on time.” He confessed, it was strange that he was admitting this to you. Usually he was a bit more closed off towards the adults, but you just seemed like someone he could be honest with. Like he could literally just say things and you could listen. 

He felt a strange happiness well in his chest as you let out a laugh, as if he had just told you the funniest joke ever.

“Noted, I’ll make sure to be at least ten minutes late from now on. But if you ever want her out of here earlier just let me know.”

“How would I do that without your number?” Minghao thought himself pretty smooth with that one. He wasn’t...technically flirting, but he wouldn’t mind talking to you more often. He met so many parents that either seemed to be filled with disdain for their kids or had only signed them up for his classes so that they could force their old dreams onto them. You didn’t seem like that, and he was grateful. 

“Shit, I totally didn’t have Jihoon give it to you when he signed her up did I? Here.” With a groan you pulled out your phone, tapping on the device for a moment before passing it over for Hao to put his number in. Wasn’t the exact reaction Hao was hoping for but it was so endearing that he didn’t mind. 

As soon as the phone was handed to him, Sofie came rushing out of the office with chocolate smeared around her lips and instead of her box of pepero she now had a small bar of the chocolate clutched in her tiny fist. He heard another small laugh escape your lips as you knelt back down in front of the young girl.

“And what do we say to Mr. Minghao?” The leading question had Sofie pause, her eyes widening as she wracked her little brain for the correct answer. When it seemed she had figured it out, she turned to face her teacher once more. 

“Thank you Mr.Haohao for the snacks!”

“And…?”

“And….for…”

“Watching me while I wait for Nini.” You whispered the answer to the young girl who parroted it back to Minghao. The male passed your phone back over to you as you returned to full height, contact info saved into the small device. Soon goodbyes were being said and the two of you were exiting the building.

Needless to say, he was a bit hopeful to see you again.

Which was exactly what happened, now every Tuesday after class he and Sofie would wait about 15 minutes and you would arrive. You would have some small chats while Sofie showed off to you what she learned that day. It was nice, and Minghao was growing just as fond of you as he was Sofie.

These casual chats led to more messages between the two of you as well. You would see some funny meme and send it his way, sometimes you would even send videos of Sofie practicing her choreography at home in a room he could only assume was hers. The plethora of toys shoved into the corner as she practiced was kind of a give away. In return he would send you images of things he’d made for dinner, or if he saw a cat on his way to work he would snap a picture for you. He could almost say that they two of you had become actual friends, despite not seeing each other outside of that designated time frame on Tuesday nights.

Today though, wasn’t a day he would be seeing you. It being a Friday, and one of the only days where he doesn’t schedule classes, he was getting errands done. Though for some reason he had decided to bring Soonyoung and Junhui, his roommate, grocery shopping with him. Something that he already knew was a bad idea, the two were like children and after the fourth time that one of them tried to sneak in a non essential item into their cart, Minghao felt regret filling him. 

Never again.

“Sooo, the Valentines dance recital thing is coming up soon right?” Junhui questioned, his eyes drifting over to Soonyoung who was once again trying to put some popsicles into the basket without Minghao noticing. Unfortunately for him, he was about as silent as the tiger he claimed to be.

Minghao grabbed the box from his hands without looking and returned it to the freezer where it belonged before grabbing the handle of the cart and continuing down the aisle. 

“Yeah, my kids class and my adults class seem to be prepared but my teens are struggling.” He confessed, turning left and entering the next aisle. His eyes scanned the shelfs for the items that they needed at home, hoping he didn’t forget anything. He had previously had a list but Junhui had distracted him on the way out and so it was left sitting uselessly on their kitchen counter. 

Soonyoung, still pouting, was gripping the edge of the cart like a child making the metal basket swerve like a drunk person was driving it before he spoke. 

“I’m sure they’ll be fine. You’re a good teacher so just keep doing what you’re doing and they’ll be ready.

As Hao was about to agree with the elder male, a loud shriek came from behind the trio. This was followed by the sound of footsteps running against the tile floor of the supermarket, and the weight of something slamming into the back of Minghao’s legs, which nudged both him and the cart forward.

“Mr. Haohao!!” Only now did he realize just where the scream came from. Doing his best to twist his head around to see the small girl who was currently clinging to his legs, he grinned. 

“Nice to see you too Sofie.” He greeted as the girl pulled away, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she stared up at him with wonder in her eyes.

“What you doing here?” She questioned, her hands moving up to fiddle with the zipper of her jacket. “I thought you would asplode (explode) if you left the dance place!” 

He heard a series of laughs coming from his roommates, and he rolled his eyes at them before kneeling down in front of the child. 

“Nope, I gotta leave there sometimes too, kiddo. My roommates would get lonely if I didn’t come back.” He reached out lightly pinched one of her cheeks, which brought a small bubble of laughter from her as she shoved his hand away. He did also leave out that his roommates would probably burn their apartment complex to the ground if he wasn’t at home at least...some of the time. Sofie didn’t need to know about his dysfunctional found family. 

Speaking of family, he glanced up looking to see if he could fine either you or Jihoon somewhere in the aisle, but no such luck.

“Where’s your Nini?” He questioned, his eyes returning to Sofie as she continued to bounce around happily. The young girl shrugged in response.

“I wanted to play hide and seek! So I hid!” Just as she spoke, the crackle of the loud speaker went off above the group, causing all three men to look up in surprise. A male worker’s voice began the announcement, letting the store know that a ‘Sofie’ was in fact missing, before describing what she would be wearing and finishing off the broadcast by asking for her to be brought to customer service if she was located. 

The trio’s eyes landed on the young girl, who didn’t seem to be phased at all by the announcement. Minghao couldn’t help but laugh as he stood back up. 

“Well, we better help you find Nini then.”

“I wanna ride in the buggy!” She exclaimed, her arms stretching out in the universal sign that she wanted to be lifted up. So Minghao did as she requested, lifting the girl and situating her in the children’s seat of the cart.  

The duo next to the cart quickly began chatting with Sofie, asking her all sorts of questions about the princess dress she was wearing, what her favorite game was, literally anything. It was pretty funny, and she was 100% willing to give them whatever answers they asked for. 

“It’s nice to finally meet the famous Sofie.” Soonyoung eventually said, grinning at the tiny girl as the group traversed through the store towards the front where customer service was. “Your Mr.Haohao has told us all about you, he even says you’re the best in his class!”

“Soonyoung…”

“He’s right,” Sofie agreed almost instantly, nodding rapidly in response. “ ‘Cause I listen, I don’t talk in class! Like Ria or Jinjin! They talk all the time, and Mr. Haohao has to give them tally marks!” She continued to ramble on about her classmates, as they continued their trek.

It gave Minghao a small sense of...domestic life. He wondered if this was what his kid would be like if he ever had one. He had never been able to imagine himself as a father, he was far too busy for that. Yet in that moment, he hoped that if he did ever have kids, that they would be at least half as charming as little Sofie.

As they pulled into view of the customer service area, Hao could see you standing nervously at the front. Gently chewing on the nail of your thumbs and tapping your foot as your anxiety grew. So before they reached the area, Hao stopped the cart and looked down at you.

“Sofie, you should apologize to your Nini.”

“Why?” Her tiny head tilted to the side in confusion, not understanding the need for an apology when in her mind she had done nothing wrong. She had just wanted to play and it wasn’t her fault that Nini wasn’t good at hide and seek.  

“Because you scared Nini, and that’s not nice. You don’t want to be mean, do you?” His words had the young girl gasping in shock, she of course hadn’t thought of it like that. Before Minghao could say anymore, her tiny eyes welled up with tears. Hao’s heart dropped at the sight, he had never seen the young girl cry and to his shock it made him feel terrible. She didn’t say a word though, simply shaking her head as she sniffled, silent tears beginning to streak down her cheeks. 

“Good job Hao, you made her cry.” Soonyoung quipped causing Junhui to snort slightly as the group began walking again. Once close enough, Hao called out your name, causing you to turn and look at them. When you eyes landed on your daughter’s back you let out a large sigh of relief. 

Hao carefully picked up the small girl once more, setting her feet on the ground just as you rushed up and knelt down in front of her. As soon as you were within her sight, she let out a soft sob. Which was a bit surprising to Minghao, he had expected wailing like with most children but Sofie was different...he already knew that though.

“Nini, I’m sorry!! Mr. Haohao said I scareded you!” She exclaimed, wrapping her short arms around your neck as she cried. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around your daughter, resting her weight on your hip as you let her cry into your shoulder. A few comforting words leaving your lips as you tried to calm her down, confirming that you were scared but only because you didn’t want her to get hurt. After a moment her tiny sobs became non-existant, and she turned her head in the crook of your shoulder so that she could watch as you began speaking to Minghao and his roommates.

“Thanks Minghao, I’m honestly so grateful you’re the one who found her. I was so worried some creep had just run off with her.” You confessed, stroking Sofie’s back as you spoke. Before Minghao could respond to you, Junhui came up to his side and rested his elbow on the shorter male’s shoulder.

“Just call him Hao the Hero! That’s what we do!”

“You do not!” Minghao retorted, lightly shoving Junhui away from him and rolling his eyes. That was enough to get Sofie’s attention again.

“Mr. Haohao is a superhero?! I knew it!” She exclaimed, dried tears and snot still one her face, but the former emotions seemed to be all gone as she was now excited at the possibility of her teacher being a superhero. You couldn’t help but laugh at your daughters antics once again.

“I really owe you guys one, I don’t know what I would have done if anything happened to her.” 

Once again, Minghao found himself stunned silent by the smile plastered on your face. It was like a scene in some romcom film, where he was the love struck protagonist that was struggling to find the words to speak.

Wait...love? His heart was pounding in his chest at this realization. Sure the two of you messaged each other more casually now but...love? He never thought he would be someone who could fall in love, figuring he’d be alone forever, maybe buy a cat or two for company if Junhui and Soonyoung ever moved out. But love had always seemed like such a far reaching concept for him. 

“You could make it up to us and come have dinner at our place tonight!” Soonyoung exclaimed, almost as if he could see the gears in Hao’s head as they turned. Minghao felt his heart leap into his throat as his head snapped over to Soonyoung, who continued. “Hao’s making dinner tonight, and we love having guests!”

As if your situation was mimicking Minghao’s own, you were cut off and unable to answer when your daughter spoke.

“I wanna go! I wanna!” She exclaimed, bouncing as you held her causing your frame to shake a bit from the little one’s excitement. With a chuckle, you nodded firmly.

“Well, if Fi wants to go then I guess I can’t say no.”

“Yeah! You said is rude to say no to inva-invamatations” Sofie declared with a firm nod. With a small correction to her sentence, you looked back over at Hao with a small smile.

“I...better finish up my shopping. Just, text me when it’s good for us to head over. Sofie’s bedtime is at 9 though so…”

“I usually make dinner around 6 so you should be able to get her home in time for bed.”

The smile that spread across your face was enough to send Minghao’s heart into overdrive.

“I’ll see you then.”

Once again, Minghao watched the two of you walk off to go finish your shopping. This time he could hear Sofie explaining that she made friends with Soonyoung and Junhui too and that she was going to draw everyone in a picture before dinner tonight. Minghao was snapped out of his longing stare when Junhui lightly elbowed him in the gut.

“You’ve got it bad, Mr. ‘I-make-dinner-at-6.’. I don’t think you’ve cooked dinner before 10pm in all the years we’ve known each other.” Minghao felt the tips of his ears heat up at the accusation. He refused to make eye contact with his roommates who were casually throwing out teasing comments in his direction. 

If Minghao thought that the teasing would stop once they arrived home and he started meal prep for the night, then he was a fool. In fact it only got worse. It eventually came down to Minghao threatening to kick the two older men out of the house until dinner was over. Despite some whining, the two agreed to calm down their teasing. For now at least.

“So...you really like them don’t you?” Junhui questioned. The tall man had climbed up onto the free space of the counter, sitting cross legged as he watched Minghao cook. He didn’t seem to be teasing this time, his curiosity genuine.

Minghao paused for a moment, staring at the dish he was cooking as if the food would give him the answer he desired. Unsurprisingly, it did no such thing. So he didn’t respond, which prompted Jun to continue.

“I mean, you get along well with their kid so...it wouldn’t be weird if the two of you got together.”

“Look, I know you mean well but I don’t want to pressure them. I also don’t want to lose Sofie. If I tell them about these feelings I’ve caught, they might be uncomfortable and take Sofie out of my class.” Minghao confessed, it was weird saying these things out loud. Things he had only thought about in passing before today, since he had just now realized how much he had grown to care for you.

“I don’t think they’d do that,” Jun retorted, his eyes staring up at the ceiling as a small mischievous grin slithered onto his face. “They were looking at you with the exact same heart eyes that you had.”

“Shut up, and get out.” Hao groaned, trying to return his focus on the meal so that he didn’t ruin anything. 

Which he didn’t, the dinner was a success with both you and Sofie loving the food. There was a soft, almost domestic aura surrounding the table that the five of you sat at, even with Soonyoung and Junhui there. Sofie seemed overjoyed to be there, looking around every few minutes and asking questions like ‘why don’t you live at the dance studio?’ among other things. It was something Minghao could grow accustomed to. 

As the night began to wind down, Soonyoung and Junhui offered to take Sofie out to play in the backyard. Something you were okay with, saying it would help tire her out before bed time. Minghao knew their motives though, they wanted to get you two alone and it made his heart flutter with anxiety. Hoping he wouldn’t say something dumb. 

He distracted himself by picking up the plates left behind by the goofball trio, as he had now dubbed them, and transporting them to the kitchen so that he could clean up. To his surprise, you followed behind him, picking up what dishes he couldn’t grab on his first trip.

“Here, let me help.” You offered, your eyes scanning for a scrub brush near the sink so that you could clean off some of the dishes. Minghao quickly shook his head, taking the dishes from your hands after setting down his own. 

“No way, you’re the guest.”

“And you made dinner, it’s only fair I help.” Right then was when Minghao realized just who Sofie got her puppy dog eyes from, for you were giving him basically the exact same look. He felt his heart seize up and he quickly averted his gaze before you could see the flush growing on his face. 

“Fine, I’ll wash them and you can dry.”

The task went by rather quickly with the both of you working. He would scrub and rinse before passing them off for you to try the excess water off and set them in the drying rack. It was silent as the two of you filed things away, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. In fact Minghao would have found it quite comforting if not for his worry that you could somehow hear how fast his heart was beating. 

“Sofie’s really fond of you.” You said, setting the last dish into the rack before turning your gaze to the young dance teacher. “She’s always talking about you when we’re at home. I think by this point most of the art she’s put on our fridge also has you in it too. I guess what I want to say is...thank you for being so kind to her.”

Minghao couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he met your gaze.

“You don’t have to thank me, I enjoy getting to spend time with her. She’s definitely better company than my nosy roommates.” His words brought a bright laugh from you, covering your mouth as you did so. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, feeling his heart swell with this newly realized feeling. He liked that he could make you laugh or smile.

The silence returned, the two of you locking eyes once more. From your body language, he could tell that you were struggling to speak, words lingering just beyond the surface that you didn’t know how to get out. So he decided to say fuck it.

“Are you doing anything on Valentine’s day?” As soon as the words left his lips it was as if time had frozen. Was that too presumptuous? Should he have not mentioned the holiday? Sure he knew you weren’t seeing someone at the moment, you had told him yourself, but that didn’t calm his nerves.

“Yeah, my uh...one of my jobs was asking for people who didn’t have plans if they could work that day so...I said yes.” You replied sheepishly. He felt his heart sink a bit, he knew you worked a lot. Being a single parent was expensive so you had taken two jobs to support your family, which was why your best friend Jihoon, who worked from home, usually babysat Sofie when you were busy. 

“Ah. That makes sense.” He couldn’t stop the light disappointment from seeping into his words. His eyes flickering to the floor, embarrassed. Only for them to snap back up to you as you spoke once more.

“But...I might be free sometime the week after.” You confessed, causing a small bit of hope to return to the male. “I know the Valentine’s recital is on the 15th, and that was my only real day off that week.”

“How would Friday the 20th sound? I don’t have any classes that day?” He jumped in, his heart thumping loudly in his chest as he watched your face twist into one of deep thought. Another moment of silence passed between the two of you before you broke out in a grin.

“I’m pretty sure I can get that night off. So...it’s a date?”

***

Time seemed to pass almost too quickly, the next week was Valentine’s day and the dance recital. The day of recitals was probably the most stressful day of his career, he was always running around and making sure everything was set up and that no problems would arise. Much to his relief, everything went fine, of course there were some minor mess ups, but other than that all of his classes were spectacular.

As things began to wind down, students said their goodbyes and Minghao began the arduous task of cleaning up. 

“Told you everything was gonna go great!” Soonyoung exclaimed. The elder male began unplugging the lights that had been set up for the show, as he and Junhui had stayed after to help Minghao clean up. The teacher laughed softly and nodded, while his roommates might be a little...wild, they were the kind of optimism that he needed in his life and Minghao was constantly grateful for them. Even if he rarely said the words out loud.

Grabbing his phone, which he had been using for the night’s music, he began deconstructing the speakers so that he could carry them back to the equipment room. 

“Sure, sure, you were right. I supposed a blue moon does happen every once in a while.”

“Hey!” Soonyoung exclaimed, pouting a bit as Junhui and Minghao laughed at his expense. It was times like these where he knew who his people were, times where he didn’t need anything else. Or at least they used to be, a small part of him felt like something was missing. As he thought this, a loud familiar call of his name echoed off the walls.

“Mr. Haohao!” Sofie’s familiar voice called, her footsteps thudding against the flooring as she ran towards him. She was, of course, still all dressed up from the recital. Soft pinks and whites covered her fluffy dress, the skirt bounced excitedly with every step she took. Without thinking of it, Minghao set down the speaker and knelt down as Sofie rushed up and jumped into his arms.

“Did I do good Mr. Haohao?” She questioned, hugging him tightly as she did so. He couldn’t help but laugh at her question before giving a small affirmation. 

“We both know you did great, Sofie. You’re a very talented dancer.” He reassured, causing a small noise of joy to escape the young girl.  “I really hope your Nini decides to sign you up for the next set of classes.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that. I think Sofie would have my head if I didn’t sign her up again.” He had been so distracted talking to Sofie that he hadn’t even heard you approaching until you spoke. As his eyes strayed from the young girl in his arms, he was blown away. You had really outdone yourself tonight, all dressed up to look presentable for the recital. Not that you weren’t stunning beforehand, but he was still blown away nonetheless. For a moment he was just sitting there, staring at you, before he heard Junhui clear his throat behind him. 

He stood as Sofie let him go, returning to your side and taking your hand in her own. 

“We were...planning on going to get ice cream to celebrate the recital going well. Sofie wanted to invite you.” You began, Sofie nodding rapidly as she beamed up at him. It was definitely heart warming, but he knew he couldn’t. There was still so much work left to do and he couldn’t just leave it all for Junhui and Soonyoung. He opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off before any sound could escape him.

“Sure! He would love to go!” Junhui’s familiar cheerful voice cut through, causing Minghao to pause and turn back to look at his friend in shock. The male in question grinned, winking at Minghao. “We can finish up here, we’ve been around long enough that we know where everything goes.”

“But-”

Before Minghao could protest, Soonyoung had practically leapt over to the male and pulled him into a tight hug. His lips brushing up against Minghao’s ear as he squeezed him.

“I know you have a ‘date’ next week with them but you better go get ice cream tonight or so help me. You’ll be pouting about it all night.” It was very unlike Soonyoung to take control during situations like this, but Minghao knew that he was right. So he returned the hug, getting one last big squeeze from Soonyoung as he said goodbye. 

Sofie’s face lit up with the brightest smile he had ever seen when he confirmed that he would join the two of you for your daughter’s favorite after-dance dessert. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Minghao walked beside the two of you towards the entrance of the studio. As you neared the doors, Minghao felt a small tugging on his pants leg. He glanced down and saw Sofie’s hand extended up towards him, making small grabbing motions as she walked.

Taking the hint, he pulled his hand out of the pocket and it was soon firmly held in Sofie’s grip. In that moment, everything seemed to fit into place. He had thought about it before but he hadn’t really realized how much he wanted this until it was right in his hands.

Instead of taking a car, Sofie insisted that the three of you walk together. Chatting along as Sofie walked in between the two of you, swinging your arms excitedly as she talked about the recital. It was a nice little walk, the air thankfully was not too cold and the ice cream parlor was thankfully close by. It seemed like everything was moving so quickly and before Minghao knew it, it was over and Sofie was begging for him to go to their home so he could tuck her into bed.

So there he was, 8 at night and waiting awkwardly on your sofa as you get Sofie ready to go to sleep. He could hear the two of you chatting and heard something that caused his heart to practically stop.

“Nini, can Mr. Haohao be my new Papa?” The innocent question had him in shock, his hands sweating as he wrung them together. He couldn’t really hear your response but he heard the loud noise of affirmation from Sofie after, which was followed by the sound of footsteps rushing into the living room.

“Mr.Haohao! It’s sleep time!” Sofie exclaimed, clumsily leaping over the arm of the couch so she could fall onto his lap. A symphony of giggles coming from her lips as Minghao seemed to snap back to reality, lifting the girl up and standing from the couch. 

“Well then we better get you to bed, Princess.” He glanced back down the hallway where you were watching, and flashed you a small smile. You returned the gesture before turning on your heel to lead him down the hallway towards Sofie’s room. He had seen glimpses of the room before in the videos that you had sent to him, and it was definitely a room that fit the young girl. 

He made his way over to the small bed, noticing the Princess bed sheets and he could only assume that this was Merida. He wasn’t too well versed in Princesses, but Sofie had rambled to him about her favorite Princess so many times that it would be surprising if it were anyone else. He plopped her down gently on the mattress and watched as she wormed her way under the covers. 

“Mr. Haohao, can you come play with me tomorrow?” She questioned, stifling a yawn as she stared up at him. He chuckled softly, pulling the comforter up to her shoulders and patting her head softly. 

“I’ll ask your Nini and see what they say, but for now it’s time for sleep. Okay Fi?”

She nodded softly, rolling over to her side and squeezing her eyes shut. As if going to sleep quicker would enhance the chances of her seeing her favorite teacher tomorrow. 

Minghao stood from Sofie’s bedside and turned back to face you, the look on your face caused his heart to practically skip a beat. You hadn’t seen someone get Sofie to sleep that fast since Jihoon made her that sleepy time playlist. It definitely made your heart flutter to see him be so kind to your daughter, you could see how much he cared. It made you wish that he could care about you just as much.

***

A week later, Minghao was practically beside himself with anxiety. He knew he was extremely fashionable but every outfit he seemed to try and put together for his date with you just didn’t seem to cut it. Despite that concern he had still pulled together a nice comfortable outfit that fit with the small mom and pop diner’s feel.

The two of you had decided it would be best to meet at the restaurant rather than drive up there together. Though, waiting in this booth had to be the most stressful thing that had ever happened to him. He had honestly never been this nervous about a date before, but he really liked you and he...really liked having Sofie around, so he didn’t want to screw this up.

The sound of the door chime rang in his ears, followed by the sound of footsteps against the linoleum flooring. 

“Minghao, I’m so sorry I’m late! Sofie kept trying to come along and started crying when I was about to leave so it took me a bit longer to leave.” You explained, sliding into the booth with an apologetic smile on your face. You were a bit out of breath and your clothes a bit disheveled but Minghao had never seen anyone more breathtaking. You were about to continue your apology, worried that he would be upset that he had to wait, but before you could speak you found one of your hands being taken into his own.

“I’d have waited all night if it meant getting to have dinner with you.” All anxiety seemed to be gone now, and back was the calm and collected Minghao. If the night could have lasted forever, then Minghao would have liked it to. 

It wasn’t anything fancy, the two of you wanted to keep it more of a down low date. Though Minghao did wish that there was at least some wine, but that was just his personal preference. The two of you chatted through the dinner about everything, life, your jobs, anything and everything. Until finally the topic strayed towards Sofie.

“Her...other parent, they didn’t really want anything to do with her.” You explained, your eyes straying from Minghao and landing on the table. You hadn’t really spoken to anyone about this, everyone who needed to know had been around when things had gone down. So breaching this subject had been one you had been dreading. 

“It’s just been Sofie and me since she was born, I haven’t really tried...dating since then? I never wanted her to get attached to someone only for them to walk out on us. You know?” Minghao nodded in understanding, it was something he had suspected in all honesty.

“We’re a package deal, and I just...before we decide to try anything, I just need to know that you understand that.” 

“At this point, I would do anything for Sofie...and for you.” Minghao confessed. “I’m honestly crazy about the both of you, and I don’t think that is going to change anytime soon.”

***

“Fi, come on get up. You’re gonna be late for school.” Minghao called out as he threw open her bedroom door and flipped the light switch on just to prove his point.. The teen in question groaned, rolling over and hiding her head under the covers. 

The sight had Hao rolling his eyes before sauntering into the room, making sure to step over the clothing and books that had been left on her floor so that he could give her frame a small shake. It had been a good 7 years since he had started dating you and 5 years since he had moved in with Sofie and you. It wasn’t the life that he had expected to have, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. 

“Come on kiddo, don’t make me sick Uncle Jun on you. You know he’ll come over right now and tackle you.” That seemed to have her moving, throwing back her blanket with a groan as she looked over to glare lightly at Minghao. 

“You’re such a jerk, Papa. Uncle Jun is the worst alarm clock.” She complained, throwing her legs out from under the covers and off of the bed. She stood and sluggishly trekked over to her closet to pull out her school uniform. “At least Uncle Gyu just wakes me up with food.” 

“Well, I tried to tell you when breakfast was ready, but someone didn’t want to get up yet.”

“That’s cause you make breakfast at like...6” she complained. Minghao couldn’t help but laugh as she gestured for him to leave the room, which he did. Returning to the kitchen where you stood sipping on your breakfast drink of choice, about ready to head out for work. 

“She finally get up?” You questioned, eyes following Minghao as he made his way over to press a soft kiss to your lips. Which you returned without any problem, your heart swelling with happiness even after all this time of being with him. 

“I did have to threaten her with Jun, but she at least won’t be late now.” He explained, his arms wrapping around your waist as he rested his forehead against your own. “Speaking of late, if you don’t hurry that’s what you’re going to be.” 

It was normal for him to distract you with affection right before you left for work, it was honestly something he looked forward to. At this point it was practically routine, even after all these years. He was still crazy in love with you and he doubted that would ever change. You and Sofie were his past, present, and future, and he decided that was all he needed in life, and so he wanted to show you that every day from now on. He never wanted you to have to doubt if his feelings were genuine.

“Then give me one last kiss you goof.” You instructed, pressing your lips against his own, just as Sofie walked into the kitchen.

“Oh my god you two, gross!” She jeered, sitting down at the table where her rapidly cooling breakfast was sitting. You and Hao pulled away from each other with one last small peck, making your way over to press a kiss to your daughter’s forehead. 

“Have a good day at school sweetie. Jihoon’s gonna take you to the studio so you can work on that project today, make sure to meet him at the front doors when you’re let out. Okay?” You instructed, speaking to the girl as you grabbed your keys so that you could finally leave for work. 

“I know Nini, I’ll see you for dinner tonight.” 

It was a simple domestic life, but watching the two of you, his partner and his daughter, it was better than any film could have described it. He had found his family, and it was here.