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pumpkin patch adventures | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

summary: buddy and monkey take a trip to pick out pumpkins with a special guest appearance from @lvnleah Rory

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“Roar!” You’re currently sitting at the breakfast table while you’re eating your pancakes that you have for breakfast, although you are having much more fun dunking your dinosaur figurines in the sugary syrup than actually eating the pancakes yourself.

“Eat it nicely bubba,” Leah grimaces as she watches you coat your beloved dinosaur figurines in your breakfast.

“But Mummy, my Dinos’ want to share me ‘cakes though!” You insist, your eyes wide with excitement before proceeding to attempt to coat them in sugar again.

“Yeah? Well I think Mummy’s going to need to give your Dinos’ a wash at this rate,” Leah jokes, shaking her head as she tries to coax your toys out of your hand to salvage them.

“Sharings’ caring!” You declare proudly, puffing out your chest.

Leah snorts in amusement, “Oh? And who taught you that?”

“Monkey!” You exclaim while beaming a wide smile.

“Of course she did,” Leah murmurs, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as she stands up from her seat at the table to grab a cloth, “I know you want to share your pancakes with your dinosaurs, but sometimes, things like this aren’t meant to be shared, bubba. You don’t want them to be covered in syrup and be all sticky, do you?” She retorts in a gentle tone of voice.

“No,” You concede, pouting as you spare a glance at said dinosaurs which were already sticky, “Mummy, my dinos’ are sticky” You whine, the reality hitting you while not appreciating the stickiness of them now.

“That’s why Mummy told you to not dunk them, bubba,” Leah can’t help but bite her bottom lip to stifle her laughter, “And that’s why we have to keep them nice and clean, like Mr Bear, remember?” She reminds you, using the cloth to wipe your own sticky fingers before proceeding to clean the dinosaurs.

“But I wan’ share,” You pout in disappointment, not quite understanding the whole concept of it.

“You can share, just not with your dinosaurs,” Leah retorts, playfully poking your nose once she had finished wiping off the syrup, “There we go, all better. No more dunking them now, little miss or they’ll get sticky again.”

“You got it dude,” You tell her, sticking your thumb up in agreement, “Mummy? Whens’ Auntie Wally comin’?”

“She’s on her way now, bubba,” Leah tells you as she disregards the cloth into the washing up bowl, “We’re waiting for her, then we’re going to be meeting Auntie Stephy, Auntie Beffy and Roo. Do you remember where we’re going today?”

You nod enthusiastically, “To the pumpkin farm!”

“That’s right,” Leah replies in agreement as she helps you down from the table so you can get ready for the trip out today, “We’re going to pick out pumpkins so you and Rory can carve them like you did last year with Monkey, remember?” She reminds you as the two of you head upstairs.

“Yeah! I gots’ to make it scary last year!” You exclaim, remembering the way that Monkey drew a scary face on the pumpkin, but the best bit was the gunk in the pumpkin that you loved pulling out, “Monkey didn’ like the gunk though!”

“No she didn’t, did she?” Leah chuckles in amusement as you enter your bedroom, “What do you want to wear today?”

“Can I wear my Rat costume?” You question, hopeful as you plonk yourself on the carpet in favour of playing with your toys instead of getting dressed.

“Oh I should have seen that coming,” Leah murmurs, speaking her thoughts aloud as she opens up the wardrobe in your bedroom, “Bubba, I don’t think it would be a great idea to wear that. How about you choose something else instead?” She suggests in a gentle tone of voice.

“Nuh uh. I wan’ wear me rat costume!” Your little voice insists while still playing with your toys on the carpeted rug that’s the shape of a rainbow.

It’s something that Leah and Jordan decided to have in your nursery before you were born, because apparently you’re a little rainbow baby, but that’s not something you’re all that sure what it exactly means, but you definitely get a lot of hugs and kisses all of the time.

You guess when you transferred to the big bed, it also came along as well although it doesn’t really fit in with the racecar bed that you have now.

Leah purses her lips, debating how this conversation was about to pan out, “Bubba, listen I know you want to wear your rat costume, but don’t you think it’ll be better to save it to wear on Halloween. You wouldn’t want your lovely tail to get covered in mud, would you?” She tries to coax you out of the idea and you don’t miss the sarcasm in her voice when saying certain words.

“No,” You pout at the thought of your Halloween costume being ruined by the mud at the pumpkin place you’re going to.

“Exactly, so how about we choose something else?” Leah continues to suggest as she routes through your wardrobe, “Oh, here’s the hoodie that grandad brought you. What about this?”

You shake your head in disagreement, “Not red!”

“Of course not,” Leah mumbles as she exhales a sigh while remembering that you seem to be going through a phase right now of not wanting to wear anything that isn’t red, “But this colour is close to red, it’s orange, like the pumpkins that we’re going to pick out, yeah?”

“... Fine,” You huff in agreement like it’s such a tedious task to agree to it as you give her your usual sass that you seem to have now, “But red tomorrow, Mummy. Don’ forget!” You tell her, waggling your index finger in front of her face.

“I won’t forget bubba,” Leah has to bite her bottom and stifle her laughter, finding it hard to take her mini me so seriously as she tries to piece together the rest of your outfit without any further protest from you, “Right, let's get you dressed then, bubba.”

With a bit of protest of pulling you away from your toys that you were enjoying, you reluctantly get dressed into the outfit chosen much to your disagreement of it not being red like you want it to be.

“Mummy?” You speak up as Leah helps you thread your arms through the sleeves of the t-shirt before coaxing your new hoodie over your head.

“Yes, bubba?” Leah responds in a gentle tone of voice,

“When we goes’ to the farm will there be a park?” You wonder, curiously because the idea of a park sounds like a lot of fun right now.

“Well I’m not too sure about that one little miss but there might be,” Leah answers while moving to help you with your leggings, but that doesn’t solve all of your questions that you want to know.

“I like the park!” You insist with a beaming smile but that doesn’t last, “... Mummy?” You question again while Leah helps you with the tricky task of putting your socks on.

Leah chuckles in amusement, “Yes, bubba?” She asks, waiting for your next question.

“If there’s a park, will there be a swing… and a slide?” You ponder the thought of the park, you always love the swings and always ask to go higher and higher, “Mummy! Will there be a roundabout?”

“You’re certainly a little chatterbox today, aren’t you? You’re just full of all the questions!” Leah jokes, playfully tickling your sides as you let out a squeal of delight, “I’m not sure what there will be if there is a park, but we’ll see what it’s like when we get there.”

“The swings are fun!” You exclaim in delight, “And that’s cos’ I’m like ‘out! That what Mama says too!” You retort innocently.

Leah gasps in a playful manner, “Oh is that right?”

“Uh huh!” You nod promptly on your decision, “Yeah, and Nana says’ it as well… And Auntie Kei! She says’ we like to y… yap a lot,” You stumble over the word as you tell her.

“Oh you just wait until I see your auntie Kei,” Leah retorts in a joking manner, “Me and her will have words– Agh!”

Right in that minute, your favourite person doesn’t miss the opportunity to sneak up behind Leah and scare her half to death, “Boo! Ha, gotcha!” She exclaims, incredibly pleased with herself.

Leah spins around and playfully bats Monkey’s arm, “You menace,” She chides, recovering from her faint heart attack, “What’re you playin’ at jumping up behind me like that?”

“It was too good of an opportunity to not take it,” Monkey shrugs her shoulders carelessly, “I’m trying to get all the scares in. It’s only another 2 weeks until the big day!”

“So you decide to scare me… Now?” Leah clicks her tongue and shakes her head, less than impressed, “Don’t you have anything better to be doing? Wally will be here soon and you’re not even ready yet!”

“Well, duh!” Monkey remarks while rolling her eyes, “Chill out, I have plenty of time to get ready. What’s the rush?” She wonders.

“Plenty of time?” Leah repeats while scoffing in disagreement, “Monkey, any minute now Wally is going to arrive so we can go out. I told you to be ready an hour ago, what have you been doing this whole time?”

“Uh… TikToks’ addictive,” Monkey murmurs her response while grinning at the blonde who looks about ready to blow a fuse, “There’s a new trend I wanna try with Kyra!”

“Absolutely not, no way!” Leah’s already putting a stop to the idea of mayhem your favourite person plans to cause, considering the last TikTok video attempt made her ankle hurt even more.

“Monkey, ‘ou scared Mummy!” You exclaim while giggling and finding the whole thing funny to watch.

“That’s the best bit about Halloween, Buddy!” Monkey declares excitedly as she grins at you, “Being able to jump out and scare people– Oh, and the trick and treating of course. All the sweets you can eat!”

“Trick or Treat!” You repeat excitedly, bouncing up and down on the balls of your sock covered feet, “Trick or Treat!”

“Exactly, remember that’s just what you say when you walk up to someones’ house and knock on the door,” Monkey reminds you of the typical way to ‘Trick or Treat’ on Halloween, “It’s important you say them words!”

You nod efficiently, “Trick or Treat!” You exclaim once again.

“Yeah, good job!” Monkey holds her hand up to exchange a high-five with you, “You’re going to be a pro in no time, Buddy!” She tells you.

“Trick or Treat,” You continue to shout in excitement.

“You do realise that’s all she’s going to be saying now, huh?” Leah arches her eyebrow and shakes her head, “Bubba…”

“Trick or Treat!” You repeat once more, loud and proud.

Leah chuckles in amusement, “Case in point right there.”

“There’s worse things that she could say though,” Monkey retorts, shrugging her shoulders, “Think about it, she’s just gettin’ into the Halloween spirit, Le!”

“Right, of course,” Leah murmurs, rolling her eyes at your favourite persons’ silliness, “Do you think you can perhaps take your ‘Halloween spirit’ elsewhere, and while you’re at it, get dressed to go out? I don’t think it would look so good going out in your pyjamas now, would it?” She gestures Monkey out of the room in the direction of her own bedroom.

Monkey pouts in disagreement and slumps her shoulders, “Boo, you’re no fun!” She exclaims in a playful manner of tone, “See here Buddy, this is what we call a ‘Grinch’ but of course that’s more relatable to Christmas of course…”

“Grinch!” You repeat while giggling faintly at Monkey’s usual silliness.

“Go. Get ready,” Leah states while pointing her index finger in the direction of the door, “Now.”

“Trick or Treat, Auntie Wally!” You shout aloud the minute that the front door is opened by Leah to reveal Lia on the other side, while holding onto your new trick or treat bucket, and of course you want to show her what you’ve been taught all about now, but you're disappointed with the lack of no sweets, “Why ‘ou no have sweeties?”

“You want sweeties?” Lia chuckles and doesn’t waste the time to scoop you up into her arms, “I think you're a few days too early yet, little miss.”

“That’s not the way you did it, Buddy,” Monkey laughs and shakes her head, “You’re supposed to say it when you go to other peoples’ houses, not ours, silly!” She retorts.

“But I want sweeties though,” You pout in disregard of not having any said sweeties, “Trick or Treat!” You hold your new bucket up in front of her while you’re still in her arms.

Monkey huffs and throws her hands up in the air, “Urgh, I give up!”

“Auntie Wally! We’re gon’ go to the farm,” You ramble excitedly to the woman while you’re still in her arms, “Go pick out pumpkins!”

“What? We’re not goin’ to the farm,” Monkey’s face pales at the news and shakes her head, “I’m not going anywhere where there’s chickens! Nuh uh, no thank you!”

Leah chuckles in amusement as ruffles your favourite person’s hair, “Relax, Menace. It’s a completely chicken free zone,” She tells her.

“Oh, really?” Monkey questions, choosing whether to believe her or not, “Cos’ you said that last time we went to a farm and I swear one of those buggers’ bit me finger!”

“There’ll be no chickens in sight,” Leah answers, really hoping that she’s right about it as she’s somewhat aware there is a petting zoo there.

“Oh, okay. Well in that case then, I guess I’ll go then… If you insist,” Monkey shrugs it off like she wasn’t so petrified just minutes ago, “So, we gonna go now then, or what?”

Leah and Lia laugh in amusement at Monkey antics, both of them knowing what she is like but right now you want to be the centre of attention for a change.

“Auntie Wally, look at my new trick or treat bucket that I got!” You try to shove it directly in her view to show it off.

Lia gasps in faux excitement “Oh I love it, Buddy! Did you get that the other day when you went shopping?”

“Uh huh, Mama brought it for me,” You nod promptly in agreement, “Ans’ we brought Monkey stickers to put on her crutches!”

“I saw them the other day and they are very cool,” Lia replies, listening intently to your chatter as she adjusts you in her grasp, “Does that mean you’re using them now, little one?”

“Meh,” Monkey retorts while shrugging her shoulders carelessly and puts her jacket on what she grabs off the coat rack by the front door.

“Well that was the hope, but I keep having to remind her still,” Leah chimes in as she grabs your denim jacket off the coat rack and coaxes your arms into it while you're still in Lia’s arms, “Right, are we ready to go?” She wonders.

“Can’t help that I forget sometimes when I have a memory like a civ,” Monkey murmurs while fixing the zip on her own jacket.

“Ready when you are,” Lia agrees to Leah’s question, settling you back down on the floor so you can walk out to the car on the driveway.

“Auntie Wally! Auntie Wally!” You squeal in excitement and walk out to the car on the driveway, “Mama brought me my costume as well. ‘Ou have to come and see it!”

“Someone’s excited for Halloween,” Lia says, peering down as you're still vibrating with excitement about the idea of it.

“Duh, she has to be,” Monkey chimes in as she hobbles out to the car, “It’s a great season!”

Lia chuckles in amusement as she turns to look at Leah, “Are we still stuck on the whole rat costume idea?”

“Unfortunately so,” Leah murmurs as she opens the back door of her car and helps you into your seat before buckling you in, “I’ve tried to persuade her differently, but I’m having no luck.”

“Even so, I think you make an adorable rat from the photos I’ve seen,” Lia says as she climbs into the passenger seat of Leah’s car.

“Me go’ be a rat for trick or treating!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air in excitement.

“Buddy the rat,” Monkey snickers to herself as she slides in beside you in the back of the car.

“Oh, is that a new nickname?” Lia jokes, buckling her seatbelt in as she looks towards Leah with an amused expression on her face.

“No, definitely not,” Leah grumbles, shaking her head in disagreement as she climbs into the driver's seat before buckling herself in and starting the ignition on the car.

“Mummy, I can’t wait to see Roo! Where’ she?” You’re full of chatter as you arrive at the pumpkin farm and you’re waiting in anticipation for Steph, Beth and your best friend, Rory, to join you.

“Don’t worry bubba. You’ll see her soon enough,” Leah assures you as she’s given the impossible task to fix the beanie over your head considering the amount you’re moving around so much right now, “Stand still so I can put your hat on please, bubba.” She says.

“Wan’ see Roo!” You whine impatiently, becoming more restless by every minute that passes and you can see your best friend, “Where they?”

“Oh look who I spot!” Lia motions to the three of them exiting Beth’s car as Rory holds onto Beth’s hand with all the busy cars around, as she spots you and attempts to run towards you.

“Roo!” You squeal aloud, your excitement becoming more tangible.

“Buddy!” Rory parrots your excitement, eager to reach you so you two can exchange a hug.

“I think we’ve been forgotten,” Steph jokes, not wasting any time to scoop you up with one arm and tickle you while not missing the opportunity to ruffle Monkey’s hair, “How’re my favourite pair of troublemakers doing?”

“Get off,” Monkey grumbles, trying to swat Steph’s hand away from her hair.

“Me no trouble, Auntie Stephy!” You pout at the older Australian women.

“Hm, I’m not too sure about that one now,” Steph jokes, continuing to tickle you before plonking you back down on the floor.

“Roo!” You shout aloud excitedly, embracing your best friend in a warm hug.

“Who’s ready to go and pick out some pumpkins?” Beth asks in an excited tone of voice.

“Me! Me!” You and Rory both shout at the same time.

“I wish you brought Kyra with you,” Monkey adds into the conversation with her shoulders slumped as you all start to walk through the entrance of the pumpkin patch, “Would be loads more fun then!”

“British menace and Aussie pest, I’m not so convinced myself,” Beth chips in as she finds amusement in the situation, “I think it’s bad enough on your own without your counterpart to cause trouble.”

“Party pooper,” Monkey murmurs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Mummy! Mummy! Can we go and finds’ the pumpkins?” You tug on Leah’s sleeve to find out whether you can run off with your best friend.

“Go for it, bubba,” Leah encourages you to run ahead with Rory.

“Yeah! Mon’ Roo, lets’ go and find them!” Your voice is loud and energetic as you motion your best friend to follow you in the direction of the large pumpkins, “Race you there!”

“I don’t think I’ve seen them this excited before,” Lia retorts as she watches the two you run off squealing.

“I’m gonna chase you–” Monkey begins to speak.

“Ah ah, think again about that one Menace,” Leah interjects, giving Monkey a knowing look.

“Stupid dumb injury,” Monkey murmurs in displeasure.

“You only have yourself to blame, remember?” Leah chuckles, ruffling her hair.

“Chase me, Monkey!” You turn back round to shout at her.

“An me!” Roo adds in through fits of giggles.

“I wish I could kiddos, but I’m stuck for now,” Monkey tells you both while motioning to the boot that’s taken precedence on her foot currently.

“Mon’ Roo, we gots’ to find the pumpkins!” You tell your best friend.

“Lets’ go!” Rory shouts in agreement.

“Don’t run too fast girls, we don’t want either of you to… Fall,” Leahs’ cut off from her own words as you trip and fall right there as you miss your step. The sudden jolt of shock causes you to let out an almighty wail.

“M… Mummy! My knee!” You cry aloud, clutching hold of your knee as your bottom lip trembles, “It… It hurts, Mummy!”

“Oh, bubba,” Leah’s rushing to your side and scooping you up into her arms within seconds, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead while trying to calm you down, “You’re okay, you’re alright. It was just a bit of a shock, weren’t it, hm?”

“Owie, my knee hurts,” You whimper while tears still roll down your cheeks, “My knee! Mummy, it hurts!”

“You’re okay, bubba,” Leah coos, rubbing soothing circles on your back to try and ease your tears, “There’s no cut, see? There’s no blood, you’re fine, my brave bubba!” She exclaims.

“Uh huh,” You sob quietly still while in Leah’s arms.

“This is why we have to watch where we’re going now, remember? We don’t want to end up tripping and falling again, do we?” Leah reminds you in a gentle tone of voice.

“Wan’ to still go and find pumpkins with Roo,” You insist once you’re calm enough again and your tears are subdued.

“Alright, but remember to be careful this time, okay?” Leah reminds you cautiously, settling you back on your feet and adjusting your beanie back on your head properly, “Right, go run free, bubba!”

“Mon’ Roo!” You call after your best friend, running with her as you two are the first to reach the pumpkins, “We gots’ to find a big one!”

“Good luck with that mission, Buddy!” Monkey calls out to you, amusedly.

“But’s not ugly though. It has to be pretty, right, Mummy?” Rory turns to look at Beth for her confirmation.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Beth clarifies while nodding in agreement.

“Can pumpkins be pretty?” Steph furrows her eyebrows and whispers to the rest of the grown ups.

“I mean, I guess so,” Lia murmurs in confusion while shrugging her shoulders.

“Nuh uh, gots’ to find a big one so Monks’ can draw me a scary face on it!” You insist, looking round with wide eyes at the various different sizes of all the pumpkins in the patch.

“Well that sounds like an awesome idea,” Beth joins in on the conversation, “I think we’ll need some wheelbarrows, huh?” She wonders.

You shake your head in disagreement with that idea, “No, don’ need one of them. We carry them!” You declare.

“I don’t think so bubba, it’ll be too heavy,” Leah’s rational with her explanation as she grabs a wheelbarrow on hand, “We’ll pick them, put them in the wheelbarrow that we can carry back to the car instead, okay?”

“If we must,” You exhale a small huff in response, which makes Steph, Lia and Beth all chuckle.

“Where’s this ‘tude 'coming from all of a sudden?” Steph questions, poking your sides which causes you to let out laughter.

“Don’t ask, it’s a sudden thing apparently,” Leah murmurs while shaking her head, “Oh, and we also appear to be going through a phase of only wanting to wear red now.” She adds.

Beth snorts in amusement, “I see, and how’s that going for you?”

“I absolutely love having a sassy 3 year old,” Leah retorts as she resists the urge to roll her eyes, “I’m hoping it’s just a phase of that too, but knowing my luck, probably not.”

“It gets worse as they get older, Le, but you already know that one,” Beth tells Leah, patting her on the shoulder in reassurance.

“Hey, I didn’t do out this time,” Monkey cuts in, looking up from having her head buried in her phone.

“This time,” Lia murmurs in amusement and shakes her head.

“Mummy! Mummy!” You shout aloud in excitement, gaining the attention of all the grown ups, Look how big dis’ one is! It’s huge!”

Leah let out a short gasp, “Wow, that’s massive, isn’t it?”

“Ha, that’s what she said,” Monkey chimes in, earning her a quick smack around the back of her head, “Ow! What was that for?!”

“Uh huh, it’s huge!” You continue to insist, adamant that’s the pumpkin that you want to pick, “I wan’ this one, please!”

“Okay bubba, if that’s the one you want then you can have it,” Leah replies, wasting no time in lifting the pumpkin up and dumping it into the wheelbarrow, “Monkey, are you getting one this year?” She wonders.

“Meh, sure, I’ll take whatever looks good enough to carve,” Monkey responds, shrugging her shoulders as she gestures over to one that looks at least half decent, “But I’m not touching the gunk inside of it, it’s gross!”

“I’m sure one of us can scoop it out for you,” Lia jokes, rolling her eyes as she helps lift the pumpkin up and place it in the wheelbarrow.

“Did you find a good one, Roo?” Beth wonders, taking note of the pumpkin that Rory has found which is slightly smaller than your own.

Rory beams a massive smile on her face, “Yeah, this one is pretty!”

“Pretty’s a distinctive word to use right now,” Monkey murmurs, earning another nudge in the side from Leah who shoots her a look, “Seriously, again? Yeah it’s… uh, it’s very pretty Roo.”

“Thank you,” Rory flashes her a grin, “I want this one please, Mummy!”

“I think we can do that one,” Beth agrees, picking up the pumpkin and placing it in the wheelbarrow.

“Right, so pumpkins are all picked out. How about we check out what else there is round here?” Steph suggests, her eyes gazing around as she spots something that you and Rory were definitely going to like, “Look girls, they have a petting zoo. Shall we go and see what animals they have?”

“Animals!” Rory perks up at the instant mentions of animals, “Auntie Stephy, do they have bunnies, like Twix?”

“Like they might do,” Steph nods in agreement.

“They better not have any of them pesky chickens,” Monkey’s apprehensive to go near incase they have them, “Better yet, I’ll stay here out of the way.”

“Menace, relax, they don’t have any chickens,” Leah reassures her while trying hard to stifle her own laughter, “Unless you’re afraid of being attacked by bunny rabbits and ponies, I think you’re safe.”

“Well you know, they can be vicious as well,” Monkey murmurs, showing her reluctance for not wanting to still go near them although as she nears and see’s the different bunnies she changes her tune, “Aw, the bunnies are cute. Can we get one?”

“Bunny rabbits!” You exclaim, making a run towards where they were as you stare at them in awe, “Mummy, I wan’ one of them!”

“Good luck Le,” Lia jokes, wondering how Leah is going to say no to both of you with you looking like that, “How can you say no to those adorable faces?”

Leah inwardly groans and shakes her head, “I’m sorry girls, but… but we already have a dog, remember? We don’t have room for a bunny as well,” she tells you both.

“Dat’ okay, maybe Mama will say yes instead?” You question knowing that Jordan will easily agree to a lot of things that you ask her.

Monkey nods in agreement and runs with your idea, “Good idea, Buddy. I’ll text her!”

“That wasn’t… No, I didn’t mean it like that,” Leah murmurs, pinching her nose and exhaling a sigh, “Monkey, don’t even think about texting Jord to ask for one!”

“Awh, c’mon, you’re no fun,” Monkey huffs and slumps her shoulders, “Sorry Buddy, Mums’ been a killjoy.”

“Look how cute they are, Mummy!” Rory’s eyes are wide as she is eager to pet the bunnies.

“They are cute, aren’t they?” Beth agrees with her daughter, kneeling down to a lower height, “I’m sure if we ask the nice people, they’ll let you pet them.”

“Yeah,” Rory nods along and takes a seat on one of the hay bales as one of the workers places a bunny rabbit on her lap while Rory strokes it’s soft fudge brown fur and Beth makes sure to take lots of snaps to send to Viv who’s back in Manchester currently.

“Mummy, I wan’ pet a bunny as well!” You insist, glancing up at Leah with a small pout on your face.

“Alright well sit down nicely then bubba,” Leah instructs you to sit on the hay bale beside Rory as another worker places a snow white bunny rabbit on your lap.

“Look, Mummy, the bunny looks like the one I have at home!” You declare, beaming a wide smile and you gently stroke the bunny’s soft fur.

Leah smiles and nods in agreement, “Smile, bubba. I’ll take a photo to send it to Mama for her to see,” she tells you, coaxing you to smile nicely while she snaps a quick photo and sends it to Jordan.

Le 🤠 The girls have got it in their head now they want a bunny no thanks to the trip out to pick out their pumpkins!🎃

After spending a bit of time at the petting zoo and having a chance to pet the rest of the animals that were there before moving on to see what else they had to offer.

You’re delighted to be able to get your face painted like a tiger and you take great joy in trying to roar at other people while Rory went for being a butterfly instead.

“I’m a tiger! Roar!” You pretend to growl at people nearby who pass, “I’m scary, Mummy!”

“Oh you are terrifying bubba,” Leah jokes playfully as you walk over to a nearby cafe so you can all sit down and have a bite to eat, and you’re very excited to be able to eat one of the cupcakes because they look delicious to eat while the grown ups all have a drink.

“Alright my little tiger, which one do you want to eat?” Leah questions, hoisting you up into her arms so you can peer over and pick out which cupcake you’d like to eat, going for ones’ got the most chocolate on it.

“Dat’ one, please! Get one for Monks’ as well!” You tell her, pointing her index finger straight at it, eagerly accepting it into your awaiting hands and going to sit down at the table to eat it nicely, “Today’s been fun, Mummy!” You tell her.

“Good, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself bubba,” Leah smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “What about you, Monkey? Have you had fun?”

Monkey shrugs her shoulders while eating her own cupcake in her hand, “Yeah it hasn’t been totally dull, although it would be call if we could get a rabbit though,” She murmurs, hoping that Leah will cave eventually.

However Leah just snorts and shakes her head in disagreement, “Oh no, that is definitely not happening, I’ve already got you two and a dog to take care of… We don’t need a bunny rabbit as well,” She jokes, shaking her head in amusement and trying to ignore the pouts on both of your faces, “I’m not changing my mind on this one, girls.”

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loveanton · 6 months ago

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er trips and dino plushies | lee anton

OVERALL: kids are hard enough to look after let alone when they’re sick, good thing you have your husband and dino stuffies to the rescue!

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┆彡 𝑎/n: daddy anton has made a comeback

The first rays of sunlight stream through the curtains, gently rousing you from sleep. Beside you, Anton stirs, his arm instinctively wrapping around your growing belly. At four months pregnant, you’re starting to show more prominently, and Anton can't get enough of talking to the baby.

"Good morning," he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Good morning," you reply, smiling as you place your hand over his.

Anton shifts closer, pressing his ear against your belly. "Hey there, little one," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. "Daddy can't wait to meet you. Your sisters and brother are so excited too. Just a few more months, okay?"

You chuckle softly, running your fingers through his hair. "They'll be here before we know it."

Reluctantly, you both get out of bed. Anton stretches and yawns before turning to you. "I'll get started on breakfast. You go wake up the kids."

You nod and head to Chanwoo's room first. Your two-year-old son is still snuggled under his blanket, his favorite giraffe stuffie clutched tightly in his arms. As you gently shake him awake, he immediately reaches up, his sleepy eyes blinking open.

"Mama," he mumbles, wrapping his tiny arms around your neck and burying his face into your chest.

"Good morning, sweetheart," you whisper, kissing the top of his head. Despite the slight strain on your back, you can't resist holding him close. You know Anton would scold you for carrying him, but those morning cuddles are just too precious.

You carry Chanwoo to the twins' room next. Yechan and Chanmi are five, and while they usually wake up easily, today is different. Both girls are still curled up in their beds, clearly not wanting to get up.

"Come on, girls, time to wake up," you call softly, gently shaking Chanmi first.

She groans and finally opens her eyes, looking at you with a pout. "I don't feel good, Mommy," she says, her voice weak.

You press your hand to her forehead and feel the heat radiating off her. "You have a fever," you note, your heart sinking. "You can stay in bed. Daddy and I will bring you breakfast soon."

You move to Yechan's bed next, but as soon as you touch her, she feels even hotter than Chanmi. "Mommy, I don't feel good either," she groans, and before you can react, she bolts out of bed and runs to the bathroom.

"Chanwoo, go downstairs to Daddy, okay?" you instruct, putting him down gently. He clings to your leg, his eyes wide with worry.

"wan stay with you," he protests.

"I know, baby, but your sisters are sick. You don't want to get sick too, do you?" you reason gently.

Pouting, Chanwoo reluctantly lets go and makes his way downstairs, leaving you to follow Yechan. You find her in the bathroom, crying and vomiting into the toilet. Your heart breaks at the sight.

"It's okay, sweetheart," you soothe, holding her hair back. "Mommy's here."

Once Yechan is done, you help her strip out of her pajamas and run a warm bath. She shivers and whimpers, clearly feeling miserable. You wash her gently, trying to comfort her as best you can. After the bath, you dress her in fresh pajamas and tuck her back into bed.

"Mommy will bring you some medicine and breakfast soon, okay?" you promise, kissing her forehead.

You then turn to Chanmi, who has watched the entire process with tired eyes. "Do you want a bath too, sweetie?" you ask.

Chanmi nods weakly, allowing you to pick her up and carry her to the bathroom. The bath seems to do her some good, as she’s cooling down a bit compared to Yechan. After dressing her in clean pajamas, you tuck her back into bed and kiss her forehead as well.

Feeling more exhausted than ever, you finally make your way downstairs. Anton is in the kitchen, flipping pancakes while feeding Chanwoo cut-up strawberries. He looks up when he hears you enter and smiles softly.

"How are the girls?" he asks, concern evident in his eyes.

"They're both running fevers," you reply, sitting down at the table with a heavy sigh. "Yechan seems worse than Chanmi. I'll check their temperatures again after they eat and take some medicine."

"Call your mom and ask for advice if they don't get better," Anton suggests, his eyes flickering with worry. "She always knows what to do."

You nod in agreement. "I will."

You make yourself a bowl of cereal and feed Chanwoo some of your food as you update Anton on the girls' condition. "Yechan is really struggling. Chanmi seems a bit better after her bath, but Yechan… she threw up and looks so miserable."

Anton frowns, flipping another pancake. "We'll keep a close eye on them. I've made their favorite pancakes. Maybe that'll cheer them up a bit."

You smile at his thoughtfulness, grateful to have such a caring partner. Once you finish your cereal, you take a cooked pancake, top it with blueberries, strawberries, and a little whipped cream—just how Chanwoo likes it. You cut it up into tiny pieces so he won't choke, but as you place the plate in front of him, he immediately starts to pout.

"don' want pancakes. I want ice cream!" he declares, crossing his arms defiantly.

You try to explain gently. "Ice cream isn't for breakfast, sweetie. You need to eat what Daddy made."

Chanwoo's pout deepens, and he looks like he is about to throw a tantrum. Before he can, Anton steps in. "Chanwoo, you need to eat breakfast first. If you're good and eat your food, you can have some ice cream later. Deal?"

Chanwoo considers this for a moment before reluctantly nodding. "kay, daddy."

As he eats his food, you help Anton plate up the twins' breakfast. By the time Chanwoo finishes eating, Anton is done with the rest of the pancakes. You take Chanwoo to the living room, turning on Gracie's Corner to keep him entertained while you and Anton bring the twins their breakfast.

You carry a tray with pancakes, cut-up fruit, and a glass of juice upstairs, while Anton follows with a similar tray. Chanmi is half-asleep but smiles weakly when she sees the food.

"Thank you, Mommy. Thank you, Daddy," she says softly, trying to sit up.

You help her get comfortable and place the tray in front of her. "Eat up, sweetie. It'll help you feel better."

Next, you go to Yechan, who is lying in bed, looking miserable. "Hey, princess," you greet softly, placing the tray on her bedside table. "How are you feeling?"

Yechan shakes her head weakly. "Not good, Mommy."

You sit on the edge of her bed, brushing her hair back. "I know, baby. Try to eat something, okay? It'll help."

She nods reluctantly, picking at her food. You make sure both girls have their medicine and check their temperatures again. Chanmi's fever seems to be going down a bit, but Yechan's is still high.

"I'll call Mom and see what she suggests," you tell Anton, who nods in agreement.

Back downstairs, you find Chanwoo still engrossed in his show. You take a moment to catch your breath, sitting down next to him. Anton joins you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"You're doing great," he says, kissing your temple.

"Thanks," you reply, leaning into him.

He smiles and squeezes your shoulder. "They’ll be okay, don’t worry, it’s not good for the baby.”

"I'll call Mom now," you tell Anton before walking away.

You step into the kitchen for a bit of privacy and dial your mom’s number. It doesn’t take long for her to pick up.

"Hi, sweetie. How are you?" her warm voice comes through the line.

"Hey, Mom. The twins are both running fevers, and Yechan’s really struggling. Chanmi seems a bit better after a bath, but Yechan threw up," you explain, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Oh dear, that sounds rough," she responds sympathetically. "Keep a close eye on them. If they don’t get better within the next two hours or their fever continues to rise, you should take them to the hospital. Make sure they stay hydrated and rest as much as possible."

"Okay, thanks, Mom. I’ll do that," you say, feeling a bit more reassured.

"Call me if you need anything, and keep me updated," she adds.

"I will. Thanks again. Love you, Mom."

"Love you too, sweetheart," she replies before hanging up.

You return to the living room, where Anton is playing with Chanwoo. He looks up at you expectantly. "What did she say?"

"She said to keep a close eye on them. If they don’t get better in the next two hours or if their fever keeps rising, we should take them to the hospital," you relay, feeling a bit more in control of the situation.

Anton nods, his expression serious. "We’ll keep a close watch."

Chanwoo looks up from his show, his eyes bright with an idea. "Mama, I want to make sissies a card! Make them feel better."

Your heart melts at his sweet suggestion. "That’s a wonderful idea, Chanwoo."

Anton stands up, ready to help. "I’ll grab the supplies."

While Anton gathers paper, crayons, and stickers from the craft cupboard, you watch Chanwoo’s excitement grow. Anton spreads everything out on the coffee table, and Chanwoo eagerly dives into the project, his little hands moving quickly as he draws and decorates the cards.

You sit back and watch, feeling a swell of pride and love for your family. Anton helps Chanwoo with some of the trickier parts, like spelling out "Get Well Soon" on the cards. Together, they create colorful, heartfelt masterpieces.

Once the cards are done, Chanwoo beams with pride. "I’m gonna give them to sissies now!"

"Alright, go ahead," Anton says with a smile, giving Chanwoo a gentle pat on the back.

Chanwoo runs upstairs, his little feet pattering against the floor. You and Anton share a tender moment, watching him go.

"He’s such a good brother," you say softly, leaning into Anton.

"He really is," Anton agrees, wrapping an arm around you. "And you’re an amazing mom."

You smile, feeling the warmth of his words. "I couldn’t do it without you."

Anton tilts your chin up, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "We make a great team."

As Chanwoo is upstairs sharing his cards with his sisters, you and Anton take a moment to just be together. The house is unusually quiet, save for the soft sounds of Chanwoo’s enthusiastic chatter upstairs. Anton pulls you closer, and you rest your head on his shoulder, savoring the calm.

"Do you remember the first time we had to deal with the twins being sick?" Anton asks, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips.

You laugh softly, nodding. "How could I forget? We were so worried and clueless. You spent hours researching everything you could online, and we called your mom like three times."

Anton chuckles, shaking his head. "Yeah, we were a mess. But we got through it."

"And we’ll get through this too," you add.

Anton kisses your forehead and pulls back, looking at you with a mix of admiration and love. "You know, I’m really proud of how you handle everything. The kids, the house, this pregnancy. You make it all look so easy."

Your heart swells at his words. "It’s not easy, but having you by my side makes it manageable."

He kisses your forehead. "I feel the same way. We’re lucky to have each other."

You sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other’s company.

Chanwoo’s footsteps echo down the stairs, and he comes running back into the living room, his face lit up with excitement. "Sissies love the cards, Mama! They said thank you!"

You smile warmly, pulling him into your lap. "That’s wonderful, sweetheart. You did such a good job."

Chanwoo beams, snuggling into you. Anton wraps his arms around both of you, and for a moment, everything feels perfect despite the chaos of the day.

Chanwoo looks up at you with hopeful eyes. "Mama, can we watch a movie?"

Anton glances at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Why not? With the new baby on the way and the twins growing up so fast, we rarely get time to just relax with our baby boy."

You nod, feeling the same way. "What do you want to watch, Chanwoo?"

"Inside Out 2!" he exclaims, bouncing with excitement.

"Inside Out 2 it is," Anton says, grabbing the remote and navigating to the movie.

You settle onto the couch with Chanwoo nestled between you and Anton, the warmth of your family creating a cozy atmosphere. As the movie begins, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. It’s been a long day, but these moments of togetherness make it all worthwhile.

Chanwoo is captivated by the movie, his eyes wide with wonder as he watches the characters on the screen. You and Anton exchange a smile, enjoying the rare quiet moment. As the movie progresses, Chanwoo’s eyelids grow heavy, and soon he’s fast asleep, his little head resting against your lap.

Anton gently lifts Chanwoo, careful not to wake him. "I’ll put him down for his nap," he whispers, carrying him to his room.

You follow, watching as Anton tucks Chanwoo into his bed. He looks so peaceful, his tiny body relaxed in sleep. You both stand there for a moment, gazing at him with love.

"Let’s go check on the twins," you say softly, and Anton nods in agreement.

You head to the twins' room, finding them still resting. Anton checks Chanmi’s temperature first, and she stirs slightly, her eyes fluttering open.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" you ask, brushing her hair back from her forehead.

"I’m okay, Mama," she whispers, her voice hoarse. "Just tired."

Anton nods, reading the thermometer. "Her temps down but she still has a slight fever. She’s getting better, though."

You both move to Yechan’s bed next, and your heart aches seeing her so unwell. Anton checks her temperature, and it hasn’t improved. Yechan cuddles into his side, tears streaming down her face.

"It’s okay, baby girl," Anton soothes, rubbing her back gently. "Can you try to drink some water for daddy?"

Yechan shakes her head, her tears coming harder. "I don’t want to, Daddy. It hurts."

You exchange a worried glance with Anton. "Sweetie, we might need to go to the hospital if you don’t get better. Do you want to go now or wait a little longer?"

Yechan’s eyes widen with fear. "Wait, please. I’m scared of the hospital."

Anton kisses the top of her head, his voice soft and reassuring. "Okay, we’ll wait another hour. But you need to rest and try to drink some water, okay?"

Yechan nods reluctantly, snuggling deeper into his side. You feel a pang of helplessness, wishing there was more you could do.

After making sure both girls are as comfortable as possible, you and Anton step out of the room, heading to your own bedroom. The weight of the day presses down on you, and you can feel the stress manifesting physically. Your stomach tightens with cramps, and you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

Anton notices immediately, his brow furrowing with concern. "Are you okay?"

You nod, but the tears in your eyes betray your true feelings. "I’m just so worried, Anton. What if she doesn’t get better?"

Anton wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. "I know, love. But we’re doing everything we can. You need to stay calm for the baby’s sake."

You try to take a deep breath, but the cramps intensify, doubling you over in pain. Anton's worry deepens, and he gently guides you to sit on the edge of the bed. "Okay, we need to get you to relax. Let’s do some breathing exercises, alright?"

You nod again, but it’s hard to focus with the pain radiating through your abdomen. Anton sits beside you. "Look at me, love. Breathe with me. In... and out... nice and slow."

You follow his lead, struggling to match his calm, even breaths. The cramps are relentless, each one worse than the last. Panic starts to set in, and you clutch Anton’s hand tightly.

"It hurts so much," you whisper, tears streaming down your face.

Anton’s eyes are full of worry, but he keeps his voice calm. "I know, I know. Just keep breathing. You’ll be okay. I got you."

Minutes feel like hours as you fight to control your breathing, trying to push past the pain. Anton’s unwavering presence is the only thing keeping you grounded. His hand never leaves yours, and his words are a constant source of comfort.

"You’re strong," he murmurs. "Remember how strong you are. You can do this."

Slowly, agonizingly, the cramps begin to ease. Your breathing becomes more even, and the tears subside. Anton’s hand gently strokes your back, soothing you.

"That’s it, love. Just keep breathing."

Finally, the pain diminishes to a manageable level, and you collapse against Anton, utterly spent. He holds you close, his own relief palpable.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, his lips brushing your forehead.

You nod, still trembling. "I think so. It’s just... the stress of everything. It was too much."

"I know," he says, kissing your temple. "But you have to take care of yourself. Our baby needs you to be strong."

"I’m trying," you whisper, leaning into his embrace. "It’s just so hard."

"I know it is," Anton replies, his voice filled with love and concern. "But we’re in this together. We’ll get through it, one step at a time."

You take a deep breath, feeling a bit more stable with Anton’s arms around you. "Thank you for being here for me."

"Always," he says, his eyes full of reassurance. "Now, let’s rest a bit. You need it."

You both lie down on the bed, and Anton keeps his arms wrapped around you, his presence a comforting anchor. As you lie there, the events of the day replay in your mind, but you push them aside, focusing on the steady rhythm of Anton’s breathing.

After a while, Anton speaks softly. "How about we call your doctor tomorrow, just to be safe?"

You nod, appreciating his thoughtfulness. "That sounds like a good idea."

After what feels like an eternity, you check the time. It’s been an hour. You exchange a glance with Anton, the decision unspoken but mutual. It’s time to take Yechan to the hospital.

You head back to the twins’ room, finding Yechan half-awake. She looks up at you with a mix of fear and resignation. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?" you ask gently, but she doesn’t answer, her eyes glassy and unfocused. Anton checks her fever and finds it’s gotten even higher. He gently shakes her, but she can barely keep her eyes open.

"We need to go to the hospital now," Anton says, his voice firm yet calm. He picks up Yechan in his arms, carrying her bridal style, and races her to the car. You quickly get Chanmi out of bed, her little face crumpling with fear for her sister. Tears spill over as she clings to you.

"It’s okay, sweetie. We’re going to help Yechan get better," you say, trying to soothe her while moving as quickly as you can. You enter Chanwoo’s room and take him out of bed. He wakes up, crying from being pulled from his nap, not understanding what’s happening. You do your best to calm them both as you buckle them into their car seats.

Anton places Yechan in your lap in the back seat, and you hold her close, trying to keep her awake. "Stay with me, baby girl. We’re going to the hospital to make you feel better," you whisper, brushing her hair back from her forehead.

Anton drives with a steady urgency, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror to check on you and Yechan. As he drives, he calls your parents, asking if they can meet you at the hospital to take Chanmi and Chanwoo.

"We’ll be there as soon as we can," your mom says, her voice filled with concern.

Yechan's breathing is shallow and rapid, and she’s barely responsive, which only heightens your fear. You stroke her cheek, murmuring comforting words, trying to keep your own panic at bay. The drive feels like an eternity, every second stretching out painfully.

Finally, you arrive at the hospital. Anton jumps out and rushes around to help you get Yechan out of the car. A nurse sees you and immediately brings a stretcher. Yechan is placed on it and rushed inside. You try to stay calm for Chanmi and Chanwoo, but the worry is etched deep into your features.

Your parents arrive just as the medical team wheels Yechan away. They quickly gather Chanmi and Chanwoo, who are both crying and frightened. "We’ll take care of them," your mom assures you, her eyes soft with understanding. "Focus on Yechan."

You give Chanmi and Chanwoo quick hugs, promising them that Yechan will be okay, and watch as your parents take them to get some food and comfort.

In the emergency bay, you finally allow yourself to cry. Anton pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly as you sob against his chest. "She’s going to be okay," he whispers, his own voice thick with emotion. "They’ll take care of her."

You nod, clutching his shirt, trying to believe his words. "I should have noticed sooner, Anton. This is all my fault. I should have seen the signs."

"Hey, no," Anton says firmly, pulling back to look at you. "This is not your fault. You’ve been doing everything you can. Kids get sick, sometimes quickly, and there’s nothing you could have done to prevent it."

"But I’m their mother," you say, tears streaming down your face. "I should have known. I should have done more."

"Don’t do that. You’re an amazing mother," Anton says, his voice filled with conviction. "You’ve been taking care of all three of them, and now you’re taking care of Yechan. That’s what matters. We’re here now, doing everything we can."

You take a shaky breath, leaning into his embrace. "I just feel so helpless."

"I know," he murmurs, kissing your forehead. "But she’s getting the help she needs, she’s going to be okay."

Time passes in a blur of anxiety and waiting. Anton never leaves your side. Finally, a doctor approaches, and you both stand up, your hearts pounding. "Mr. and Mrs. Lee?"

"Yes, that’s us," Anton replies, his arm still around you.

The doctor smiles reassuringly. "Yechan is stable now. She has a viral infection, which is causing the high fever and dehydration. We’re treating her with fluids and medication, and she’s responding well."

Tears of relief spill over as you cling to Anton. "Thank you. Can we see her?"

"Of course," the doctor says. "Follow me."

You and Anton follow the doctor to Yechan’s room. She’s lying in a hospital bed, looking small and fragile, but her breathing is steady, and she’s hooked up to an IV and heart monitor. You rush to her side, gently stroking her hair.

"Hey, sweetie," you say softly, trying to keep your voice steady. "Mommy and Daddy are here."

Yechan’s eyes flutter open, and she looks at you with a weak but relieved smile. "Mommy... Daddy..."

Anton kneels beside the bed, taking her hand. "Hey, princess. You’re so brave. The doctors are taking good care of you."

You sit by her side, holding her other hand, feeling a mixture of relief and lingering fear. "We love you so much, Yechan. You’re going to be okay."

As Yechan drifts back to sleep, you lean against Anton, your heart finally starting to unclench. The weight of the morning begins to lift, though the anxiety still lingers. You take a deep breath and glance at Anton, who looks equally exhausted but relieved.

"It's hard to believe we're here," you say softly, breaking the silence. "The first time one of our kids has been hospitalized... I never imagined it would be this overwhelming."

Anton nods, his eyes filled with worry. "I know. Seeing her like this... it's my worst nightmare. I feel so helpless."

You squeeze his hand reassuringly. "But she's strong, remember? And so are we. Everything will be okay."

Just as the room falls into a comforting silence, Anton's phone buzzes loudly, shattering the moment. He fishes it out of his pocket, glancing at the screen. His expression immediately hardens. "It's my manager," he mutters before answering the call. "Hey, what’s going on?"

You watch as his face shifts from concern to anger. "What do you mean, there are articles about us? The kids?" His voice is low but fierce, barely containing his rage. "Are you serious?"

You can hear the faint sound of his manager's voice, rapid and urgent, but not the words. Anton's grip on your hand tightens, his knuckles white. "Do whatever you have to do to take those pictures and articles down," he says through gritted teeth. "I don't care what it takes. Just get it done."

He ends the call, taking a moment to compose himself. His eyes are dark with fury as he looks at you. "Dispatch got pictures of us leaving the house," he explains, his voice tense. "They're already posting articles about our family, speculating about our kids."

Your own anger flares up at his words. "Are you kidding me?" you exclaim, shaking your head in disbelief. "We're dealing with a sick child, and they have nothing better to do than write stupid think pieces about our family?"

Anton nods, his jaw clenched tight. "I can't believe this. We do everything we can to shield our kids from the public. And now this."

You can feel the heat of your anger rising, your frustration boiling over. "It's infuriating," you say, your voice shaking. "We’re just trying to take care of Yechan, and these vultures are sitting behind their screens, writing about things they know nothing about."

"I know," Anton says, his voice filled with a mixture of rage and despair. "We’ve worked so hard to protect them. They don’t deserve this."

You nod, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness. "It's not fair," you say. "We shouldn't have to deal with this on top of everything else. Our children deserve to grow up without this kind of intrusion."

Anton sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair. "I just hate that they’re dragged into this. They didn’t ask for any of it."

You place a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you. "Anton, listen to me. This isn't your fault. You can't control your fame or your fans. What matters is that we’re here for our kids. They know they’re loved and protected, and that’s what counts."

He closes his eyes for a moment, leaning into your touch. "Thank you," he whispers. "For always being here, for always understanding."

His phone buzzes again, and he quickly checks the message. "The statement's been posted," he says. "They’re working on getting the pictures taken down."

You nod, still seething but feeling a bit of relief. "Good. It's all we can do right now."

Anton looks at you, his expression softening with guilt. "I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I feel like this is all my fault. If it weren't for my career, none of this would be happening."

You shake your head, pulling him into a tight hug. "It's not your fault, Anton. None of this is your fault. You didn’t post those pictures or write those stupid articles."

He hugs you back, his grip strong. "Thank you," he murmurs. "I just wish things were different."

Before you can respond, the door to Yechan's room opens, and the doctor walks in with a warm smile. "I have good news," he says. "Yechan is responding well to the treatment. She should be cleared to go home in a few hours."

Relief washes over you, and you feel Anton's body relax beside you. "Thank you, doctor," you say, your voice filled with gratitude.

She nods, giving Yechan a gentle pat on the head before leaving the room. You turn to Anton, a smile breaking through the exhaustion on your face. "She's going to be okay," you whisper.

Anton nods, his eyes shining with relief and love. "Yeah, she is," he agrees softly, pulling you close once more. "We’ll all be okay."

As you bask in the moment, the door opens again, and your parents walk in with Chanmi and Chanwoo in tow. Yechan stirs at the commotion, her eyes lighting up when she sees her siblings. "Chanmi! Chanwoo!" she exclaims, her voice still a bit weak but filled with joy.

"Yechan!" the two shout in unison, running to her bedside. "Can we sit with you?" Chanmi asks, her eyes wide with excitement.

Yechan nods enthusiastically. "Yeah, come up."

Anton gently lifts Chanmi and Chanwoo onto the bed, positioning them on either side of Yechan. Chanwoo grins and pushes out a small, brightly colored dino plushie he had been trying to hide behind his small back. "Grandpa bought one for all of us," he says, stumbling a bit over his words. "This one is yours, Yechan."

Yechan laughs, her eyes sparkling. "Thank you, Grandpa!" She takes the plushie and hugs it close. "It looks like daddy!" she giggles, pointing to the plushie's wide grin and height.

Chanmi and Chanwoo burst into giggles, making comparisons between the plushie and Anton. "It does!" Chanmi agrees, clapping her hands.

Chanmi then takes off the headband she had been wearing, one that she had insisted her grandmother buy for her. "Daddy, wear this," she says, holding it out to Anton.

Anton raises an eyebrow but smiles, taking the headband and placing it on his head. "How do I look?" he asks, striking a silly pose.

"You look pretty, Daddy!" Chanmi declares, and the room fills with laughter. Anton reaches out and starts tickling the kids, their giggles echoing around the room. Yechan joins in the laughter, the sound soothing.

You watch the scene unfold, your heart swelling with love. Absentmindedly, you begin to stroke your tummy, hidden beneath your hoodie. The warmth of the moment is almost enough to make you forget the chaos outside this room.

Your mom notices and cuts in with a gentle smile. "Anton is really good with the kids," she comments.

You stop stroking your stomach, reminded that you haven’t shared the news of the new baby with your families yet. "He really is," you agree, your voice filled with affection.

You turn to your parents. "The doctor said Yechan is cleared to go home in a few hours. You don't need to stay."

Your mom nods, giving you a warm hug. "I'll go home and make some food to drop off for you later," she says.

"Thank you, Mom," you say, returning the hug. "That would be wonderful."

Your dad gives you a tight hug too, and then you turn to the kids. "Say goodbye to Grandma and Grandpa," you instruct.

The kids pout, not wanting them to leave, but they obediently give hugs and kisses. "Bye, Grandma! Bye, Grandpa!" they chorus.

Once your parents have left, Chanwoo looks up at Anton with wide hopeful eyes that resemble his father. "Daddy, can we have ice cream now? You promised."

Anton chuckles, remembering his promise from breakfast. "I did promise, didn't I?"

Yechan sits up a bit, her eyes bright. "I want ice cream too!"

You hesitate, not sure if it’s a good idea. "We have to ask the doctor first, Yechan."

Heading to the nurses' station, you explain the situation. The nurse smiles kindly. "As long as she feels up to it and eats slowly, a small treat should be fine."

You thank her and head back to the room.

"We can have ice cream, but you need to eat it slowly, okay?"

The kids cheer, and you and Anton share a relieved smile. Anton calls down to the hospital cafeteria, arranging for three cups of ice cream to be brought up. While waiting, you sit back, watching Anton entertain the kids with stories and jokes.

"Remember the time we went to the zoo?" Anton starts, his voice animated. "And the monkey stole Mommy's headband?"

The kids burst into laughter, the memory clearly a favorite. "And Daddy chased the monkey!" Chanmi adds, giggling.

“And Daddy fall!" Chanwoo finishes, eyes wide with excitement.

You laugh along with them, feeling the day's stress slowly melting away. The ice cream arrives, and you help distribute the cups, making sure Yechan takes her time.

"Thank you, Mommy," she says, her voice soft but happy.

Your heart swells with emotion, and you kiss her forehead. "I'm so glad you're feeling better, sweetheart."

After the kids finish their ice cream, you and Anton clean them up, wiping sticky faces and hands. Anton then pulls out his phone, dialing his parents on FaceTime. "Let's call Grandma and Grandpa so they can see you," he says, positioning the phone so the kids are in view.

As the call connects, Anton's parents appear on the screen, their faces lighting up when they see the children. "Hi, my babies!" Anton's mom exclaims. "We've been so worried about you!"

"Hi, Grandma! Hi, Grandpa!" the kids chorus, waving excitedly.

Anton and you step back a bit, letting the kids have their moment. You can see the relief in Anton's parents' eyes, even through the screen. They had been texting Anton for updates after reading the articles, and now seeing their grandchildren safe and happy brings them comfort.

While the kids chat with their grandparents, the doctor re-enters the room. "Mr. and Mrs. Lee, can I speak with you outside for a moment?"

Your heart skips a beat, and you glance at Anton. He gives you a reassuring nod, and the two of you follow the doctor into the hallway. The doctor turns to face you, her expression serious but calm.

"We ran some additional blood tests on Yechan," she begins. "The results indicate that she's highly anemic. This anemia is likely the reason it took her longer to recover compared to Chanmi."

You feel a pang of worry, but the doctor continues quickly. "The good news is that this can be managed with iron supplements. I'll be referring Yechan to a hematologist for a consultation, but for now, I've prescribed antibiotics and iron pills. She should start feeling better soon with these treatments."

Anton wraps his arm around your shoulders, offering support. "Thank you, doctor," he says. "We appreciate you letting us know."

"Do you have any questions?" the doctor asks.

"Is this something that will affect her long-term?" you ask, your voice tinged with concern.

"It's manageable," the doctor reassures you. "With the right diet and supplements, Yechan should do just fine. The hematologist will provide more detailed guidance."

You and Anton nod, absorbing the information. "Thank you," Anton says again. "We'll make sure she follows through with everything."

The doctor smiles. "The nurse will be by soon with the discharge papers. If you have any further questions, feel free to ask."

You both thank her again and head back into the room. The kids have finished their call and are now playing a game on Anton's phone. Yechan looks up as you enter. "Grandma said she's coming to visit soon!"

Anton isn't shocked; he knows how much his mother adores the kids. "I'm not surprised," he says, smiling. "She loves you all very much."

You and Anton exchange a look, silently agreeing to discuss Yechan's diagnosis more in-depth once you're home. You don't want to alarm the kids any more than necessary.

Soon, a nurse arrives with the discharge papers for you to sign. She also brings stickers and candy for the kids, who eagerly thank her and start trading stickers while munching on their treats.

As the kids are occupied, you and Anton finalize the paperwork. Anton then heads down to the pharmacy to pick up the prescribed medications while you dress Yechan. She giggles as you help her into her clothes, clearly feeling better.

When Anton returns, he scoops Yechan into his arms and holds Chanmi's hand. You carry Chanwoo, who seems content after the long day. Anton doesn't comment on the arrangement; he knows it's well-deserved after what you've all been through.

You make your way to the car, the sky beginning to darken with clouds. Once everyone is buckled into their car seats, Anton starts the car, and you begin the drive home. As you pull out of the parking lot, raindrops start to splatter against the windshield.

"Can we bake cookies and watch movies when we get home?" Chanmi asks from the back seat, her voice filled with hopeful excitement.

You smile and turn to look at her. "Of course, sweetie. That sounds like a perfect idea."

The drive home is peaceful despite the rain, the rhythmic sound of droplets creating a soothing backdrop. You glance over at Anton, whose expression is a mix of relief and exhaustion. He catches your eye and gives you a small, tired smile.

When you arrive home, Anton carries Yechan inside, careful not to jostle her too much. You follow with Chanwoo in your arms, and Chanmi holding your hand. The house feels warm and welcoming after the sterile environment of the hospital.

"We're home," you announce softly, setting Chanwoo down.

"Bath time!" Anton declares, giving the kids a gentle nudge toward the bathroom.

"Do we have to?" Chanmi groans, her face scrunched up in mock dismay.

"Yes, we have to," you say firmly, though with a smile. "We need to wash off all the hospital germs."

Chanwoo perks up, tugging on your sleeve. "Can I have bubbles, Mommy?"

"Of course, sweetie," you reply, pinching his cheeks.

You and Anton guide the kids to the bathroom, where you fill the tub with warm water and plenty of bubbles. The kids' initial reluctance dissolves into giggles as they splash around. Anton kneels by the tub, gently washing Yechan's hair, while you scrub Chanmi and Chanwoo, making sure they're squeaky clean.

"Look at all the bubbles!" Chanmi exclaims, blowing a handful of foam toward Chanwoo, who laughs and tries to catch them.

Yechan smiles, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "This is fun," she says softly, enjoying the attention from her dad.

Once the bath is done, you wrap the kids in fluffy towels and help them into their pajamas. Chanwoo grabs his favorite blanket, clutching it tightly as he heads to the living room.

"Alright, who's ready to bake some cookies?" you ask, clapping your hands together.

"Me! Me!" Chanmi and Chanwoo shout in unison, their earlier tiredness forgotten.

Anton settles Yechan on the couch with a pile of pillows. "You get to pick the movies we watch, okay?" he tells her, handing her the remote.

Yechan nods eagerly, scrolling through the options. "I want something funny," she decides.

"Good choice," Anton says, smiling as he sits next to her.

In the kitchen, you start mixing the cookie dough, with Chanmi and Chanwoo eagerly helping. Chanmi measures out the flour with precision, while Chanwoo enthusiastically stirs the bowl, occasionally sending flour puffing into the air.

"Careful, Chanwoo," you say, laughing as you gently guide his hand. "We want the flour in the bowl, not on the floor."

"Oops, sorry Mommy," Chanwoo giggles, his cheeks dusted with flour.

"No worries, baby boy," you reply, kissing the top of his head.

As you work, you can't help but glance into the living room, where Anton is making Yechan laugh. He's found a silly cartoon, and the sound of their shared laughter fills the house, blending with the kids' chatter in the kitchen.

Once the dough is ready, you help the kids scoop it onto baking sheets. Chanmi is meticulous, ensuring each cookie is just the right size, while Chanwoo plops haphazard mounds onto the tray, his excitement evident.

"Perfect," you say, sliding the trays into the oven. "Now we wait for them to bake."

You clean up the kitchen with Chanmi and Chanwoo's help, their spirits high. "Can I lick the spoon?" Chanwoo asks, his eyes wide with hope.

"Sure," you say, handing him the spoon covered in leftover dough. He happily licks it clean, and Chanmi takes the spatula, scraping off the remaining batter.

As the cookies bake, you set up a cozy spot in the living room with blankets and pillows. The smell of baking cookies fills the house, bringing a sense of normalcy and comfort.

Once the cookies are ready, you bring out a tray, and everyone settles in to watch a movie. Anton sits next to you, his arm around your shoulders. The kids snuggle up with their cookies, their laughter filling the room as the movie plays.

You lean into Anton, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "This is perfect," you whisper, glancing at your kids. Chanmi and Chanwoo are cuddled up next to Yechan, all of them engrossed in the movie.

Anton squeezes your hand. "It really is," he agrees, his voice full of love.

As the movie progresses, you can't help but think about the doctor's news earlier. You glance at Yechan, who is giggling at a particularly funny part of the movie, and your heart aches with both love and worry. You'll have to monitor her anemia closely, but knowing that you have a plan in place brings some comfort.

Your thoughts drift to the baby on the way. You place a gentle hand on your stomach, feeling a flutter of excitement mixed with anxiety. There's so much to prepare for, but moments like this make it all worth it.

The movie eventually ends, and you start to usher the kids to bed. "Time for sleep, my loves," you say, guiding them to their rooms.

"But I want to stay up," Chanwoo protests, yawning despite his words.

"How about we read a story in bed?" you suggest, knowing it will help calm them down.

"Okay," Chanwoo agrees, a sleepy smile spreading across his face.

"Alright, let's get you brushed up and ready for bed, Chanwoo," you say, leading him to the bathroom while Anton helps the twins.

"Can we brush our teeth together?" Chanmi asks, looking up at Anton.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," Anton replies, smiling as he guides the twins to their bedroom.

You head to Chanwoo’s bathroom and carefully brush his teeth, making sure each little tooth is clean. Anton comes in soon after. "All done, buddy," you say, wiping his mouth. "Ready for your story?"

"Yes, Mommy!" Chanwoo says, his eyes lighting up.

You and Anton tuck Chanwoo into bed, and grab his favorite storybook. Anton sits on one side of the bed, and you sit on the other, each of you taking turns reading. Chanwoo listens intently, his eyes drooping as the story progresses. When you reach the end, he’s already fast asleep, his small chest rising and falling steadily.

"Sweet dreams, baby," Anton whispers, giving him a soft kiss on the forehead.

You both quietly exit Chanwoo's room and head to the bathroom where the twins are finishing brushing their teeth. "Ready for your story, girls?" you ask, and they nod eagerly, excitement still in their eyes despite their obvious fatigue.

You lead them to their room, tucking them in snugly. Anton picks out a story, and you both sit beside them, taking turns reading again. Yechan and Chanmi listen with wide eyes, occasionally giggling at the funny parts. By the time the story is over, they're barely keeping their eyes open.

"Goodnight, my sweet girls," you whisper, kissing their foreheads.

"Goodnight, Mommy. Goodnight, Daddy," they murmur sleepily.

You and Anton quietly leave their room, closing the door softly behind you.

"Finally," Anton says with a sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around you. "That was a long day."

"It really was," you agree, leaning into him.

Anton nods, his eyes reflecting the same mixture of exhaustion and contentment that you feel. "Let's get some rest," he suggests, guiding you to your room.

As you lie in bed, you can't help but think about the doctor's news earlier. You glance at the ceiling, your mind racing with thoughts.

"Hey," Anton says softly, sensing your worry. "Everything will fall into place."

You turn to him, finding comfort in his steady gaze. "I know. It's just... a lot to take in."

He nods, understanding. "One step at a time, right?"

"Right," you agree, feeling a bit more at ease.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel grateful for Anton's support and the love that the two of you have crafted over the years. The sound of the rain pattering softly against the windows lulls you into a deep, restful sleep, your heart full of love.

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miaoua3 · 5 months ago

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My Home

Pairing: dino x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, just…fluff

Description: dino has a very hard day. dino’s day gets considerably better because of you. dino is in love with you.

Note: I LOVE DINO SM I WANT TO CRY PLS GOD TAKE ALL OF HIS SUFFERING AND GIVE IT TO THE TOXIC KPOP STANS PLS

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you have come to the point in your relationship where you knew how dino felt simply by how his presence felt.

so last night when he came back home and you could barely feel him (as well as hear him because he was just so quiet), you immediately knew that the love of your life was exhausted.

when he came in through the door, he only greeted you with a little, raspy “hello” instead of something cute and flirty like “good evening my beautiful lady” like he usually does. not only that, but during dinner you noticed that he barely talked, mostly just humming or saying filler words like “oh really?”.

if all those things weren’t enough for you to see how tired he was, the dark circles under his eyes certainly were.

that’s why after he took a quick shower, you immediately took you both to your bedroom to sleep, pulling him in your arms so his head was resting on your chest and scratching his head just the way you knew he loved whenever you did it.

the poor boy fell asleep in the matter of minutes, squeezing you to death, almost as if he was seeking your comfort for him to be able to float away and into the dreamland.

you didn’t feel offended by his behaviour, or as some might interpret it, ignorance, but rather you felt your heart break for your boyfriend. even after the most tiring days he usually still had enough energy to spend a little quality time with you. so you knew that he must’ve been beyond his limit and that he was deadly exhausted.

which proved to be right when even after 11 hours he still hasn’t woken up yet.

knowing he will wake up sooner or later, you decided to make him breakfast, just something simple that won’t overwhelm him.

and like clockwork, the door of your bedroom opens and in comes your boyfriend, shirtless and with puffy eyes, blindly and directly going towards you.

“good morning baby”, you wish him just as he reaches you. your boyfriend just grunts in response as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, rubbing his face against your shoulder.

the difference in the grunts he was letting out as a response yesterday and the one he just let out isn’t all that big, but still you can tell how much better he’s feeling. it’s actually because his presence feels lighter today-more at peace.

chan just continues to hug you and rub his face against your shoulder, making you smile gently.

“slept well?”, you ask him gently. your boyfriend-expectedly- just grunts in response, making you chuckle lightly.

he, in response, kisses your cheek sweetly, mumbling ‘i love you’ with his lips still pressed against your skin.

deciding to give your boyfriend your full attention, you turn in his arms, your own automatically wrapping themselves around his neck, fingers playing with the back of his hair, a few weeks of growth being noticeable due to its length.

dino, bless his heart, can barely see you with his puffy eyes, just slowly blinking at you. not being able to resist his cuteness, you lean in and leave a gentle peck on his lips, your hands sliding down to rest on his bare shoulders.

your boyfriend hums deeply in response, unconsciously pulling you closer. after a second, your lips naturally fall apart.

chan blinks his eyes open, your beautiful face being the first thing his sight falls onto, and it overwhelms him a little bit.

knowing that he has somebody to come home to, but not only that, a somebody who he can come home to and be in a bad mood without them taking it personally and starting a fight about it, but instead taking care of him with such gentleness…it makes his body feel like it’s brimming with love, almost overflowing. sometimes it got so overwhelmingly big that he didn’t know what to do with it, a sense of panic washing over him.

like right now.

“i’m sorry if i was in a weird mood yesterday. it’s just that practice was a lot, and the tour is nearing with everyday, everyone was feeling irritated and so we all fought a lot, hoshi-hyung had a scream-off match with coups-hyung and it was all just-“.

before he can continue, you just put your finger on his lips to shut him up.

“do you feel better now?”, is the only thing you ask him in return.

chan, confused, just nods his head in response.

it seems like that’s all the confirmation you needed because you smile gently at him, leaning in to peck his lips again.

“then that’s all i need to know”, you finish.

and dino isn’t sure where the words come from, nor when the thought itself appeared in his mind, but all he responds with is.

“marry me. like, for real. be mine. and let me be yours. forever.”

to say that his words got you shocked is an understatement. but no matter how shocked you felt, answering a question of his never felt as easy as answering this one.

“of course i will.”

it didn’t matter that he didn’t have a ring (or a shirt for that matter), or that it was unplanned and that it was just you two present for it.

it all felt perfect to you.

it felt like home.

#seventeen #svt #svt x reader #fypシ #tumblr fyp #fypage #dino seventeen #dino x reader #dino x you #dino x y/n

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baseball-dokyeom · 2 months ago

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Two left feet

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜. .・。

pairing: idol!dino x afab!reader

Content: dance teachers minghao and hoshi, down bad Dino, gf who wants to surprise Dino

Warnings: none, just fluffy and loving Chan

Word count: 769

A/n: I came up with this one while talking to oomf and knew I had to do it IMMEDIATELY. I hope you enjoy it! <3 thank you @spocedam for beta reading, ily wifey

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You sit in the practice room, watching your boyfriend, Chan, as he dances, practicing a dance for his newest ‘Danceology’. “You’re amazing, baby,” You murmur under your breath, as the song finishes up.

“Thank you, my love.” He smiles, coming to sit next to you. “You should dance with me sometime.”

You laugh, a dry, humorless laugh. “You know better than anyone that I have two left feet, and can’t dance to save my life.”

He smiles gently, wrapping an arm around you and placing a kiss on your temple. “But still, it would be fun to dance with you.”

You sigh, “Channie, you have enough dancing talent for both of us.” You smile, pressing a kiss to his sweaty cheek.

“Maybe one day?” He asks, a small pout on his lips.

You smile softly, unable to resist his pout. “I don’t dance, but maybe I can try for you.”

And that’s how you ended up in the practice room with Soonyoung and Minghao, panting and out of breath, as they teach you the dance to ‘Wait’. “Guys, I don’t know if I can do this,” you pant, taking a swig of your water.

“You can!” Soonyoung says. “You just have to practice. You wanna do this for him, right?”

“We’ll be here, every step of the way,” Minghao says softly.

“Thanks guys…” You say, giving them an appreciative smile.

“Okay!” Soonyoung says, clapping his hands. “From the top!”

Over the next three months, whenever Soonyoung and Minghao have time, they help you with the dance, occasionally the other members will come in and watch, cheering you on. It’s been hard for them, to keep this a secret. But they do it because they know how much it will mean to Chan.

“Baby, clear up your calendar for next Saturday,” you smile as you walk into your apartment, locking the door behind you.

“Well hello to you too,” he chuckles. “What’s next Saturday?”

You walk up to him and kiss his cheek. “It’s a surprise!” You giggle.

“What’s the surprise?” He smiles.

“Baby, it’s a surprise, why would I tell you?” You chuckle, pinching his cheek.

He whines, a smile on his face. “Pleaseeeeeeeee?”

“You’ll just have to wait and find out.” You say, a sly grin on your face.

The next week leading up to your ‘surprise’, you’re practicing with Soonyoung and Minghao every night, occasionally having the other members come in and give you tips. And it’s HARD to hide it from Chan, especially as you get more nervous leading up to the actual event. You even almost get caught practicing at home a few times, but play it off as you just doing a silly little dance.

The day of your ‘exhibition’, as Soonyoung likes to call it, arrives, and you’ve never felt more nervous. “You’ll do great,” Minghao assures you. “You’ve been practicing for three months, and it looks amazing.”

“Yeah! And you look great, too!” Soonyoung quips. Soonyoung had taken the duty of finding a more feminine version of your boyfriend’s ‘Wait’ outfit.

“He’s here!” Soonyoung beams, giggling as he runs to his position in the center of the room.

“Babe?” He asks, as he opens the door, eyes drawn to your outfit, the way it hugs your body perfectly, and Minghao and Soonyoung waving cheerily at him.

“Hey,” you smile.

“….whats going on?” He asks, eyebrow raised.

“Just sit down, and you’ll see, okay?” You smile, leading him to a seat. You give him a kiss on the cheek before walking to the center of the room, Soonyoung and Minghao behind you, as your backup dancers.

The music starts, and you dance, focusing on the flow of the music, but still keeping sharp and precise movements. You make eye contact with Chan a few times, blushing as you do so. The last note of the song plays and you look at Chan, a smile on your face. His mouth is agape, eyes wide, and he’s unable to speak for a moment. “Babe..?” You ask softly.

“W-when did you learn this?” He mutters.

“Over the past few months…I wanted to surprise you.” You say shyly.

He walks up and throws his arms around you, nuzzling his head into your neck. “You did this for me?” He asks softly.

You pull away enough just to see his face and nod. “Of course, baby.”

He smiles and presses his lips onto yours, earning whoops and cheers from the members around you. He smiles as he pulls away, cupping your cheek. “Two left feet my ass, you’re not gonna get out of dancing with me anymore.”

#kpop #kpopidol #seventeenff #seventeen #svt dino #lee chan #svt x reader #svt imagines #svt #svt fanfic #svt chan #svt lee chan #svt fluff

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soonyoungs · 1 month ago

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hiii love ur writing!! if you can, could you write for ot13 or your bias' reaction to their s/o kissing them on a variety show or live broadcast? (+ their relationship is public and accepted hehe) thankyouu!!

hi there angel, i appreciate you so, so much! i’m so sorry this took forever but i hope you like it! 🥺♡︎

scoups: how dare you! he’s meant to be the big, tough leader and now you’ve reduced him to complete mush. he’s staring at you with soft, glowing eyes and a small pout on his lips. he knows there’s no way he can recollect himself enough to bring him back to full leader mode, not with how his cheeks are glowing dark red and everyone mercilessly teasing him

jeonghan: smug, smug, smug! smirking into the kiss, fingers twitching as he resists the urge to pull you in, deeper. continues to smirk as you return to your seat and get settled back in. makes a show of running his thumb over his bottom lip as he looks in to the camera.

joshua: confused! freezes in place thinking you’re planning to trick him or do something for the show, but when you lean in and kiss him he softens and gives you a kiss back. ears turning red as he pretends to be cool and suave. waving a hand to thank everyone when the studio claps and cheers.

jun: stunned! eyes wide open, mouth puckered and completely frozen to his seat. he was not expecting this from you. his brain is completely fried and will be speaking in stutters and incoherent sentences for the rest of the program.

hoshi: he’s so giddy that you’re kissing him he forgets his current situation. gives you smalls pecks back all while letting out loud giggles. when you’ve had your fill and move away from him he wipes the excess spit from his moth with the back of his hand, feet wiggling the entire time.

wonwoo: doesn’t see it coming. literally. he’s not wearing his glasses so when you move in to kiss him he almost dodges you completely. it’s only when he feels your hands on his head, keeping him in place, does he realize what’s happening. let’s you kiss him as you please and when your finished he just can’t stop grinning

woozi: eyebrows immediately raised in surprise. he’s not overly physically affectionate, especially not publicly so he isn’t sure what to do or say. can’t help but go “oh?” when you release him from the smooch

dk: someone else who starts off confused and then just melts when you give him a soft kiss. a soft giggle leaves his mouth and he’s looking at you like you are his whole world. isn’t able to focus on anything else because he’s too busy staring at you, touching his lips, or quietly giggling to himself. ends up needing your help to complete the show

mingyu: flustered of course. he’s incredibly affectionate so he has no issues with your kiss, but he is incredibly easy to embarrass. ears are red as soon as you move in close to him. constant whispers of shy “why? why? why?”s as you lean in. as soon as you give him a peck he’s kicking his feet back and forth, his entire body fidgeting giddily. continues to hold your hand and be as physically affectionate as possible

the8: tries to stay calm but isn’t great at keeping a poker face. the minute you plant your lips on him to the time you release him his fingers are fidgeting and he’s trying to contain his happy laughter.

seungkwan: the theatrics! he will be loud with his surprise. yelling about why would you do that, how he’s utterly embarrassed and now no one is going to take him seriously and also how he loves you and you’re so cute and sweet. cheeks are on fire and he’ll be huffing and puffing erratically for a while because he’s so overwhelmed.

vernon: slow to react, torn between wanting to kiss you back and preserving his idol image. avoiding eye contact with the hosts as he continually nods, pretending to listen to what’s being said to him while trying to process what just happened.

dino: just happy to be here, honestly. equally parts thrilled that you’re confident enough to embrace him so publicly and embarrassed that you did it in front of his older brothers and everyone watching the program.

#seventeen fluff #svt fluff #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #svt imagines #seventeen imagines

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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 2 years ago

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✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 6: Seventeen bias wrecker - Dino✨️

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AN: This has been in my drafts for 600 years because those clips of him from In The Soop still haunt me. I just think it's funny that because it took me so long to get to this, we got even more shirtless Dino in the gym content recently. Clearly a sign from the universe to finish this lmao. I was going to go on a whole unhinged rant about him but, I'll spare you all. We're all going to ignore that 1. his is the longest so far and 2. I've written the most for him out of every idol, thanks.

Synopsis: You thought working out with Chan would be a fun, productive way to spend time together. However, you're sorely unprepared for just how distracting he can be.

Heads up: Lee Chan x Fem! Reader, friends to lovers of sorts, Reader going through it because of her attraction to Chan, praise kink (f. receiving), Chan being a menace, technically public sex I guess (they fuck in the gym but, no one catches them and it's not brought up as a concern), hair pulling, dirty talk, petnames used for Reader, nipple play (f. receiving), oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, Reader cries a little and creampie.

Word count: 4138

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

You knew you were doomed the moment you saw Chan in his workout clothing. His shirt sticking to his torso and practically acting like a second skin. You're sure if you looked hard enough, you could see the outlines of his nipples. His shorts were worse, somehow. Beckoning you to look at his toned thighs and zero in on how they hugged his ass.

Today is going to be more challenging than you anticipated.

"So, where do you want to start?" He asks, snapping you out of so blatantly ogling one of your closest friends. God, what're you thinking? You're here to spend time with him. Not think about how broad his shoulders are and just how muscular his ass would feel if you gave it a squeeze or five.

"You're the gym expert. You tell me," You pray to whichever deity is listening that Chan mistakes the delicate quality in your voice for anything other than how much just seeing him dressed like this affects you.

His laugh is boisterous and fills you with so much warmth, turning the already present butterflies in your stomach into dragons. One person shouldn't have this much power over you.

"I better not hear any complaining then," he responds with a wide smile, his eyes crinkling with mirth. Yeah, maybe being alone with the man you're borderline in love with isn't the wisest decision you've ever made, but it's too late now. You resist the scowl that wants to make itself known on your face when you invision a knowing Soonyoung in your mind. He's the one who suggested this to begin with. You're definitely going to be having some words with him the next time you see him, that evil man. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You severely underestimated how much worse this could get. You thought just seeing him in his tight-fitting gym attire was enough to fog up your brain but, that was before you heard the noises.

Lee Chan is a vocal man in all areas of life. Well, all areas of life that you've experienced him in. He's always talking, laughing, yelling at points, singing, sometimes rapping to fill the silence, and a million other things. The point being, Chan is not a quiet man. So, it shouldn't take you by surprise that he's vocal while he's working out too.

Still, the quiet grunts that fall from his lips and fill the otherwise relatively silent gym when he lifts weights causes your heart to beat wildly in your chest. The drawn-out groans when he finishes a set or stretches out his muscles might be the worst. Coupled with the way he grits his jaw and his face contorts when he's lifting, it's frankly a miracle you haven't spontaneously combusted.

However, as you stand and watch him while he illustrates how he wants you to lift these weights to your absolute horror and mortification, you realise you're getting wet. Not only that, but a barely there ache is beginning to make itself known between your thighs.

You're sure your face is radiating enough heat to power a small apartment building. You're really getting this worked up just watching him work out? What in the world is wrong with you? Are you truly this needy? You definitely need to call Soonyoung after this and yell at him until you're hoarse.

"Do you want to try now?" Chan asks you, kind eyes focused on you. You really might be the world's worst friend.

"Yeah, sure," you respond, pulling yourself together as best as you can given that you're unravelling at the seams. The weights aren't too heavy. You test them in your hold momentarily before imitating Chan's movements. There's a slight burn in your biceps but, otherwise you feel fine. It feels good, even. The slight burn fueling you.

"That's my girl,"

Oh.

Oh no.

That's all it takes for you to falter. Your mind suddenly completely forgetting the motions for the exercise you watched minutes ago.

"You were doing good just now but, try doing it this way," he says, standing up from where he'd been seated to watch you. His hands correcting your hold on the weights and the positioning of your arms. Every brush of his fingers on your skin leaves electricity in their wake. Fuck. Fuck this is bad. This is so bad.

Trying to remember how to be a normal human being, you nod at his words. Following his guidance and resuming the exercise precisely how he showed you now that your brain is semi-functional again.

"There you go. Good job," perhaps you should be a little more concerned about just how much his praise increases your pulse and worsens the way your panties are already sticking to you, but that's a thought for examining on another day. You can only handle so much right now.

"How about some pull-ups next?"

"Chan, do I strike you as the kind of person even capable of doing a single pull-up?"

"You could learn today,"

When all you respond with is a stone faced expression, he seems to get the message loud and clear, "Okay, fine. I'll do pull-ups and you do squats. How does that sound?"

"Now you're speaking my language,"

On the ever growing list of 'things you're violently unprepared for today', the next to be added is Chan just casually taking off his shirt. That stops you dead in your tracks. Your lips parting as his bare back comes into your line of sight. You thought it was broad before, but now? Seeing it completely bare? Broad feels like too simplistic of a word to describe it.

You knew, logically, that Chan was ripped. You've seen his arms, paying special attention to them more times than you care to admit. All of the guys work out regularly, and most of them mention Chan as one of the more dedicated members of the group when it came to hitting the gym.

You knew all of that, and yet, seeing the evidence a mere few metres in front of your very eyes leaves you speechless and stunned. Chan must notice your blatantly staring because he turns to look at you over his shoulder, "Is everything okay?"

You must struggle to come up with a believable response too long because he both looks and sounds panicked as he continues on, "Shit, did I make you uncomfortable? I should've asked if you were okay with me taking my shirt off. I'm sorry."

His panic must be infectious because you soon find yourself in a similar state, "No, no, Chan, it's okay. You did nothing wrong. I don't mind you being shirtless," quite the opposite actually, and that's the issue, but you decide to keep that bit to yourself.

"Are you sure? I really don't mind putting it back on if it's a problem,"

"Yes, I'm sure. It's really not a big deal,"

He looks unsure briefly but seems to accept your words. Giving you a nod before turning back to face the pull-up bar and begin his routine. You barely register the faint sting in your thighs from how deeply your nails are clawing into them. Eagle eyes drinking in as much as you can of every muscle contraction of his back. Your panties growing uncomfortably wet now as your ears are assaulted with grunts louder than the ones before.

You need to take a cold shower that lasts hours after this. At least you have a good month's worth of masturbation material now, so there's that.

Chan finishes his set far quicker than you would've liked. Sweat drenching his handsome face and droplets running down his jaw, his neck, his collarbones, his pecs until they disappear into the waistband of his shorts. Would it be so horrible to admit that you'd love to see just where those droplets wind up? That you'd happily follow their path with your tongue instead of your eyes?

"Hey, is everything okay?" Chan asks, dropkicking you out of your obscene thoughts.

"Ye-Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"It's just um you haven't really moved, and you've been kind of...staring at me?"

Oh no. Oh god, he noticed. No fucking shit he noticed you've probably been staring at him with all of the subtly of a rhino in a tea shop. Why did you have to make a day meant to be catching up with a friend so fucking weird.

"I-sorry. You're just distracting," is what comes out of your mouth in your blind panic.

"Distracting?" He asks, titling his head, "I'm distracting? Distracting how?"

By being shirtless, with all of the noises you've been making all day, by touching me, by telling me what a good job I've been doing, by just existing in the same space as me - are all of the thoughts that spring up in your mind. All the thoughts you show a great deal of restraint in not word vomiting out at him.

To your absolute mortification, an expression akin to understanding dawns on Chan's face. You've never wanted the Earth to spilt open and swallow you whole more than in this moment.

"Oh, I'm distracting huh?" Chan asks with a grin a touch too arrogant for you, taking a step towards you.

"No! It's not - I'm not - I wasn't - it wasn't like that," you stutter out, growing ever more flustered as a shirtless, sweaty Chan invades your space.

"It wasn't like what exactly?" He asks, mischief shining clear as day in his typically warm eyes.

Before you can consciously think about it, you find yourself stepping backwards. Much to the amusement of the man you're not sure if you want to kiss or throttle in front of you.

You decide to abandon the route you were on and attempt another one, "I'm sorry for staring at you."

"You don't have to apologise," Chan waves you off, "But I do want to know why you were staring,"

It's clear as day to anyone with basic critical thinking skills why you were so laser focused on his stupid back and shoulders. He just wants you to say it. You never took Chan for the humiliation type.

"You know why," you mutter, leaning against the wall that you had no idea you'd even gotten so close to. You suppose your brain is too preoccupied with trying to keep your friendship from going up into flames.

"I don't. You have to tell me," You really want to punch that shit eating grin off of his face. Your adrenaline spiking as he takes another step towards you.

"You're really annoying, you know that?"

"I've heard that once or twice over the years. Still doesn't answer my question though,"

"I think you're attractive, okay?" You finally blurt out. Looking at everything but him in the gym. Studiously focused on one of the treadmills in towards the back, over his shoulder.

"Aw, I'm flattered," he responds, so close to you now that all you'd have to do is reach out, and you'd be touching his bare chest. You have a feeling this isn't going to bode well for you.

"Whatever. You got the answer you wanted. Are you happy now?"

"You know, for being one of the smartest women I know, you're pretty dense," he responds dryly.

"What? Hey!"

"Do you really think I'd react this way to anyone saying they think I'm hot? Do I really have to spell it out for you?"

All you can do is owlishly blink at him. His words washing over you, trying your hardest to digest what he just said to you.

"I think you might have to spell it out for me, yeah," you mutter more breathlessly than you care to admit. It certainly doesn't become any easier to breathe when Chan is fully in your space, crowding you against the gym wall. His scent flooding your system, worsening the wetness between your thighs and muddling your mind even more.

"Is this okay?" He whispers, mere centimetres away from your mouth. His eyes considerably darker than they were minutes ago.

"Yes,"

"May I kiss you?"

"Yes," if anyone asks, you don't sound needy in the slightest when you reply to him.

You quickly learn that Lee Chan, as with many other facets of his life, excels in kissing you until you can think of nothing but, him. Not your mind has been anywhere else for the past few hours to begin with.

Your hands make themselves at home on his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there as you pour what feels like centuries worth of yearning into this kiss.

"May I touch you?" He mutters against your mouth and, you wonder why he'd ever stop kissing you to ask such a stupid question.

"Yes, Chan. You can do whatever you want. I don't care," you rush out in response, dragging his mouth back to yours to feed into what is quickly becoming your newest addiction.

With your green light, his hands drift towards your oversized shirt. Smiling against your mouth when you shudder from the brief brushes of his fingertips along your abdomen while he toys with the hem of your shirt.

"I didn't think you'd be one to tease," you say.

"Have you thought about me like this often?" You really had to be so weak for such an insufferable man huh.

You choose to kiss him instead of replying, tugging on his hair in retaliation for the grin you know is on his face. Luckily for you, Chan seems to have had his fill of toying with you for now. Shoving your shirt upwards, pulling away from you briefly to tug it off of you fully.

He just stares at you. Want clear as day in his eyes as he watches your chest rise and fall and how your sports bra outlines your hardened nipples. You find yourself growing a little self-conscious under his heavy gaze. You hadn't picked your outfit with the goal of winding up like this in mind.

"You're staring," you finally find the courage to say, pushing down every instinct to cross your arms over your chest.

"Just returning the favour," he quips back, jumping back into action and acquainting himself with your throat. You can't help the moans and throaty gasps that leave your lips as his kisses and nips at your sensitive skin, exploiting every weak spot he can find. One of his hands reaching down to fondle your breast, running his thumb over your nipple through the fabric of your bra.

All you can manage to do is lean against the wall for stability. Every kiss and lick and squeeze sending lightning down your spine straight to your clit. You wouldn't be surprised if your legging were wet, too, at this point.

"You're so responsive," he whispers against your neck. Given how quietly he said it, you're not sure whether he meant to verbalise that thought or not, but you can't think to respond when he pushes your bra up.

He dots kisses along your breasts. Each press of his lips bringing him closer and closer to one of your nipples before he envelopes one into his warm mouth. He seems intent to wring every noise, every reaction out of you that he possibly can. Teasingly running his teeth along the sensitive bud, smiling when you arch into his touch. His nimble fingers find themselves at the waistband of your leggings. Slipping into them and pulling a particularly loud gasp from you when they come into contact with your more than likely ruined panties.

Your face burns when Chan's expression morphs into one of surprise, his fingers running along your panty covered slit as if to affirm to himself you're really this wet already.

"I didn't realise I had such a strong effect on you," he says against your breast, his voice gravelly, "Fuck, you're already so wet."

A strangled moan is all you can offer when he finds your swollen clit.

"Poor baby. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. Just need to get you out of these," he says, kneeling in front of you and pulling your leggings and panties down. You kick off your shoes impatiently to help ease the process, leaving you almost fully naked.

"I can't believe you're this wet when I haven't even touched you properly," he says, sounding genuinely amazed. Intense gaze focused on your swollen, slick slit. Lifting one of your legs and letting it rest over one of his shoulders.

Anticipation settles in your gut as Chan makes himself comfortable between your thighs. Your hips jolting into him when he experimentally touches you once more, completely bare this time. Your wetness generously coating his thick fingers. Your eyes flutter shut as he shifts closer, goosebumps rising all over your body when his warm breaths hit you.

His first lap of you is messy and passionate. A muffled groan is your only warning before he grips your thigh and all but shoves his face into you. One of your hands fists his hair, not sure if you want him even closer or whether you need a minute from the sensations wreaking your system.

"Ch-Chan ah god," you cry out, your hold on his hair worsening. He doesn't seem to mind all that much, however. Intently focused on grinding your pussy against tongue until you fall into pieces for him.

With his mouth latched onto your clit, he teases your entrance with two of his fingers and you feel faint. His eyes find yours momentarily, looking at you through his hair as he checks for any signs of discomfort or reservations. Watching your face while he slowly sinks his fingers into you. His cock leaking even more when your warm, wet walls squeeze his fingers for dear life. He's so fucked.

The stretch his fingers provide requires some adjusting to, and Chan catches onto that. Focusing his attention back on your clit and providing some distraction while you get used to his fingers.

The wall behind you is proving to be extremely helpful. You're sure you would've crumpled onto the floor by now with the way Chan is determined to devour you whole and his fingers curl inside of you. Embarrassment warming your face as the squelching sounds of your wetness and his fingers moving inside of you hit your ears. Those sounds are accompanied by louder moans and whimpers from you when his fingers strike gold. Finding your weak spot and going for the kill.

He exploits your weaknesses gleefully, assaulting the spot over and over again while he continues his ministrations on your clit. It's no wonder your orgasm doesn't take long to slam into you. Watery cries of his name and jumbled curses echoing throughout the empty gym. You're sure you're hurting him from how fiercely you're gripping his hair. You couldn't remember the last time you'd cum this hard. Sagging against the wall when the most intense parts of it subside.

Chan presses one last kiss to your pussy before easing his fingers out of you. Standing up on unsteady legs, cupping your jaw and slamming his mouth against yours. The taste of yourself on his tongue further fueling the fog clouding your mind. Desperate hands dragging him closer to you, revelling in his closeness and the firmness of his body against your own.

"If I knew you tasted this good, I would've offered to eat you out a long time ago," he says when you shift to litter kisses on his jaw.

"If I knew you did it so well, I would've let you," you respond with an easy smile. However, any humour in your tone dissipates when you register his cock pressing against your thigh. Scorching and heavy even through the material of his shorts. Fuck.

Your mouth finds his once more. Teeth and tongue clashing with one another as he grinds himself against you, groaning into you.

"Chan, please," you whine.

"Hmm? Please, what?" You're not sure if he's genuinely too disoriented to understand what you're asking of him or if he wants you to beg. Either way, you've long since abandoned any semblance of pride.

"Please fuck me,"

His eyes shut briefly, and you watch the way his jaw clenches, "You're going to be the death of me."

If you weren't aching and noticeably empty, you might've giggled at his words. Watching him shove his shorts and underwear down his thick, muscular thighs through lidded eyes. A fresh wave of wetness gushes out of you when his cock springs free. Of course his cock would look mouthwatering too. Of course.

"You really do like to stare, huh?" he muses, stepping closer to you. Hoisting one of your legs over his elbow.

"Sh-Shut up," you stutter, fingernails digging into his biceps as he drags his cock along your pussy. His cock glistening with your arousal in no time.

"That's not nice," he faux pouts, nudging your entrance with his tip. Your knees almost buckle underneath you. A moan bubbling out of just from him toying with you.

"Chan, please. I want it. I want you, please-"

You're promptly cut off when he pushes inside of you. If you thought the stretch provided by his fingers was overwhelming, the girth of cock brings tears to your eyes. Your strained gasps and his restrained groans intertwining.

Is it possible to cum just from being so full? Lee Chan might just help you answer that question. You're not sure you've ever felt so full and stretched out in your entire life. A few stray tears running down your face already.

"Are you okay?" He asks, looking just as wrecked and overwhelmed as you feel. He's practically vibrating from the effort not to move. His cock pulsing inside of you.

"Ye-Yeah. It doesn't hurt. You can move," you respond. It's now or never.

Chan starts off very slowly. Letting you grow accustomed to his girth with every drag of him along your walls. Muttering quiet praises into your neck about how well you're doing, how good you feel, and how you're taking him so well. His words prompting you to clench around him and gush around him.

"Chan, faster, please. You can move faster. It's okay, I can take it," you whine. You feel like you're going to lose your mind if he keeps thrusting so slowly. His consideration is sweet. Really, it is, but it's torturous too. From the way he seems to be restraining himself, you assume the feeling is mutual.

Something snaps in him then. His eyes more feral than they were moments ago as he picks up his pace considerably. The sounds of your wetness and skin slapping against skin mingling with your respective noises of pleasure.

"Taking my cock like such a good girl," he groans into your shoulder, sliding impossibly deeper into you when he angles himself a little differently than before.

Perhaps he's noticed the way his praise impacts you. His filthy mouth not stopping.

"Look, baby," he mutters lowly into your ear, "I want you to look at how well your pussy takes me,"

You can't find it in you to disobey. Chasing the high of being his good girl. So, you glance downwards. Your cheeks heating up as you watch him fuck into you and the way you're being split open by him. You never thought the sight of yourself being fucked would garner such a strong reaction from you but, you've been learning quite a bit about yourself today.

"It's hot, isn't it?" He asks, a moan falling from his lips when you tighten around him, "So hot watching me fuck this pretty pussy of yours."

You've never cum just from penetration but, Chan is proving himself to be head and shoulders above every other man you've slept with. You're completely and utterly caught off guard when you cum for a second time and, Chan seems to be too. Startled, wide eyes watching you shatter in front and around him for a second time. Ever the caring gentleman as he soothes and fucks you through it.

You're barely coherent when Chan's pitchy moans of your name register to your mind and you feel his warm, thick cum flood your awaiting pussy. His hips weakly twitching into yours with ever spurt of his cum inside of you.

Honestly, it's a wonder both of you are still standing. Barely, but you're standing. Leaning into each other and the trusty wall for support as you come back to yourselves.

"If working out with you always ends up like this, we should work out together more often," he says, kissing your neck and shoulder lazily.

You really just had to fall for one of the most eye roll inducing men you've ever met, huh.

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"Our first show!" your leader cried, always the bundle of positivity and confidence. Meanwhile you just nodded, nervous about the performance ahead and other things. Your leader sensed you were all a little nervous so prepared a pep talk. "We're all gonna be great! We've trained for this, our song is great and we can smash it so no reason to be nervous. Let's do it for our fans okay?". "Okay!" you and your members cried. You were a new 8-person girl group and you were the lead dancer. You'd debuted 1 week ago and so far it'd been good. Fans liked your song and your company was pleased with your performance on tv shows but tonight was the big challenge. A live show! No second chances or edits. The good thing is there were a few friendly faces in the audience. Seventeen were sat at their table when the stage was set-up for the next act and Jeonghan read your group name on the background. "Hey it's Y/n's group!" he called and while some members nodded others paused. "Who?" Seungkwan asked. "Y/n, she was a trainee in the early days until...when did she leave again Joshua? They’re good friends". Joshua of course knew this was your group, he'd suspected you’d be here tonight and checked online. He'd seen your debut and liked your song. He watched the music video a fair few times but this was the first time he’d seen you in person for almost 3 years so he was slightly nervous. "She left at the end of 2014" he told Jeonghan. Vernon frowned "how come?". "She got offered the position of lead dancer whereas she was a rapper in the other group. She liked being a rapper but wanted to do more dancing so she made the change". "Did you stay in touch?" Dino asked and after a pregnant pause Scoups changed the subject.

Your group came on and got a warm reception which wasn't surprising. Your song had already done very well for a debut and it wouldn't be surprising if you won some awards tonight. He recognised you right away of course. You looked good. Trouser and big boots, which matched you perfectly and really fed into your cool concept. He knew you wouldn’t approve of being stuffed into a small skirt and was pleased your stylist seemed to know you so well. It was weird you looked so different and at the same time the exact same. You were of course 3 years older than when he last saw you. You'd both been teenagers back then, kids really, but now were older and more mature. You seemed more confident and sure of yourself which Joshua liked. He wondered how else you'd changed. Did he even still know you? but that thought hurt him so he ignored it and watched you perform. Joshua smiled along with the others, unable to resist smiling and then your dance break came up. Joshua paused as you emerged in the centre of the girls and very confidently made your way forwards. You strut to the front of the stage and delivered your choreo perfectly. "That's her?" Seungkwan asked Joshua and he nodded "yeah". "She's really good". Joshua nodded "she is". When your song finished everyone cheered and Joshua saw a huge smile burst onto your face. He smiled despite himself remembering how it felt to have that smile directed at him. His smile dipped slightly and then he felt eyes on him. He caught Scoups watching him and quickly put the smile back into place. You hugged your members before disappearing. Backstage you were all experiencing the adrenaline of a successful performance. You took your seat out with all the idols to watch the rest of the show and Seventeen's interview came on. "Hey Y/n don't you know Seventeen well?" a younger member asked. You nodded "yeah I trained with them". "Who's the one that visited you that one time at the dorms?". You blushed at the memory. It had been the one and only time Joshua came to your dorm. You had no idea boys were not allowed in them or that the girls would react how they did to a boy being alone with you in your room. "Joshua" you said "he's the one in the light blue top". You couldn't see his face from this angle but you knew it was him. Even if you hadn't seen him earlier you'd have known. He looked good. He'd gotten even taller and more muscular. His chest in particular looked very defined and his hair was your favourite black colour. "Woah he's hot!" one of your members commented and you laughed "yeah he never struggled with his looks". "He's American too isn't he?" another asked and you nodded "yeah that's why we got on at first. We'd talk about back home when we were homesick, our hometowns are only a bus ride from each other". "Awww that's sweet, are you still friends?". You paused "erm yeah...we don't talk much but were friends". The leader shot you a sympathetic look and you pretended you didn't see it. At the end of the show all the idols came on stage. As you were new you were right at the back which of course you didn't mind. Honestly you were just happy to be there. You were so excited you didn't even realise Joshua's group was walking past you until Scoups and Jeonghan waved to you as they passed. You grinned waving back and they disappeared to the front. As everyone was walking off stage Joshua led the way for his group but Jeonghan went a different way and others followed. Joshua had seen Scoups and Jeonghan wave to you and figured they were going to see you. He craned his neck from the front, trying to see but couldn't spot you. Finally the rest of his members appeared all smiling so he knew something had happened. "Where were you guys?" he asked and Jeonghan shrugged "just saying hi to Y/n". "She remembered me" The8 smiled and Jeonghan laughed "of course she did! Y/n was so nice, she knew everyone's names". "Have you spoken to her yet?" Mingyu asked and Joshua shook his head "no I didn't see her but I'll text her later or something". "Why don't we just wait around for her?" Seungkwan asked "she's so friendly!". Joshua began to panic but leader to the rescue "no we've got our car waiting so let's go" Scoups said herding them to the door. Joshua shot him a thankful look and rushed out. Later when they were alone Scoups began checking if Joshua was okay. "So how was it?" Scoups asked. Joshua was going to pretend he didn't know what he meant but he gave up midway through forming a sentence. "Just weird" he shrugged "I feel so distant from her but at the same time she's the same Y/n". Scoups nodded smiling sadly "she hasn't changed. She was so sweet to everyone and I think she made The8's night. She's apparently been learning Mandarin and so she spoke to him in it. He was very impressed". Joshua chuckled "she always did know how to make people feel special". Scoups paused "are you going to text her?". Joshua shrugged "I don't know if it's a good idea...plus part of me is terrified to. Not that she'll be rude or reject me...Y/n's not like that, but that it might be awkward. We haven't spoken since...and I've never had to deal with the aftermath. I haven't had to acknowledge that we're not as close or natural around one another. I don't know if I'm ready for that". Scoups nodded "it's okay. You don't have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with". Joshua nodded "thanks...now I'm going to go take a warm shower and go to bed". Joshua decided not to text you but he turned the notifications on for your group on Twitter and was surprised to see some people make the connection between your two groups. On one variety show a few days later other idols came up and one of your members mentioned how nice Seventeen had been, coming up to you after an award show. The interviewers nodded "ahh yes that fan interaction went viral. Y/n you know them right?" the host asked bringing up a photo of Jeonghan chatting to you. "Yes I grew up with them so even though I haven't seen them in years it felt like I'd never left...leaving the company was so hard because of them" you admitted "but I've got my lovely members and fans now" you said grinning taking your members hands. Later in the show you had to dance to other group's choreography to win points. A Seventeen song came on and you were pushed to the front at the host's requests. This was one of the few times you really didn't want to dance. This was your favourite Seventeen song or had been. Now it just reminded you of Joshua and so you'd stopped listening to it. However you had a bad habit of doing what other people wanted you to do over your own wants and so you dutifully danced. The interview wrapped up soon after and you were dismissed. Your leader took your hand and told you to breathe. "Are you okay?" she whispered when you were in the dressing room. "Why what's wrong?" another member asked and the leader shook her head "nothing just give us a sec yeah?". The girl nodded and the leader looked at you. "I'm fine" you told her "it's just...I haven't heard that song since I left. I always avoided it because it reminded me of him". She nodded and hugged you. "I'll get you some water and open a window. Sit as long as you want" and she rushed off to get your things. You were so grateful for your members but you couldn't get that song out of your mind. The next week you were at another show and it was the last of your promotion circuit. You were ecstatic to hear an interviewer had dropped out last minute and you got to take their place...but didn't know the details. When your leader found out she was very nervous. "Now you don't have to do it. Say the word and I'll get it dropped" she started and your heart began to speed up. "What is it?". "So they just released the co-hosts and yours is...Scoups". You immediately let out your breath and relaxed. You thought she was going to say Joshua. "It's just Scoups? I can do that easily! I love Scoups". Your member smiled "really? Great! They were hoping for an enthusiastic response like that".

You headed for the place where you’d be interviewing groups and saw Scoups stood waiting there. He spotted you and he grinned "trouble’s back". "Hey I was always the best behaved....when I was compared to Jun or Hoshi". Scoups laughed "it's really good to see you! When they told me it was you I was super happy". "Me too" you smiled "but honestly I'm just so excited to get the chance to do this! I never thought we'd be this lucky". "It's not luck it's talent. You all deserve it you've clearly worked so hard". You smiled "thanks coming from you that means a lot". Scoups smiled and then the cameraman told you it was starting. So far you'd had lots of fun. You and Scoups were natural around one another and kept making each other laugh. You did your group interview of Mamamoo and Oneus which went really well. You were just about to praise yourself for getting through the evening when disaster struck. The other host who would've been interviewing later was sick. You knew she'd not been well recently so were worried about her. When they asked if you could take your place you said yes. "Great! You'll be interviewing Seventeen". You froze "what?". Scoups who was with you stopped and stared too. "Seventeen, the group" the staff said confused. You paused "i...i don't know if i can". The staff frowned "but you just said...". "I know but I..." you paused lost and Scoups stepped forwards "how about if I do it?". "No we need a girl too". "Well what if I did it with Y/n?" he asked "can we do it as a pair? It will be fun me interviewing my own members and the fans will love it". The staff shrugged "sure whatever". Scoups turned to you "hey, don't worry I've got this". Trusting him you nodded and got ready to see Joshua again up close for the first time in years. Meanwhile your members were wondering where you were. You'd finished your last interview a while ago but still weren't back. Your leader was just going to send the staff to ask about you when the maknae spotted you. "Is that Y/n!" she yelled pointing at the tv screen. Your leader went to shake her head when she saw it was you. Stood less than a meter away from Joshua. "Woah she totally matched their outfits!" one of your members cried as you somehow blended in with Seventeen perfectly. "Yeah she looks good with them" another nodded. "Aww this will be nice cus she's friends with them". "Yeah..." the leader said laughing nervously. "Hey isn't that the one who Y/n was close to? The boy who came to our dorm?" one of the maknaes asked. "Yeah so?". "Look how he's watching Y/n!". The members paused and then exploded. "He's totally checking her out!". You and Scoups had a body rolling move thing and when you did it Joshua did indeed do a quick sweep of your body with his eyes. "Were they like...together?" someone asked and everyone looked to the leader. She shrugged "I don't know it's Y/n's business" but they knew that meant yes and exploded. It actually wasn't as bad as you thought! Scoups took the lead and the members were so nice to you. It helped that Jeonghan and The8 were right in the front. Joshua was to the left behind you so you couldn't really see him which worked for you. When it finished you were wondering if to rush off but paused. Scoups thanked you for doing this with him and Jeonghan appeared telling you you'd done an amazing job. You went to reply when they both looked behind you and you turned to see Joshua standing there. Through the whole thing Joshua's eyes had been glued to you. Every thought he’d had during the entire interview was about you. He was debating if he should speak to you. He wanted to but he was slightly worried. Then he got annoyed at himself for being such a coward so he hyped himself up. When the camera cut he realised you could just disappear but you didn't. Scoups started talking to you and then Jeonghan. He wasn't going to squander his chance again so he stepped forwards before he could lose his nerve. He made his way to you and heard you laugh at something Jeonghan said. His two members looked at him and slowly you turned too. You locked eyes with him and Joshua felt his nerves explode. He knew right then that he still wasn't over you. You looked at Joshua in the eye for the first time in 3 years and felt safe like you always did. He was smiling and despite everything it made you smile. "Hey, great job!" he told you "on the interviewing...and the debut and well everything!". You smiled back. His eyes were doing that really happy smile and you'd always loved it. "Thank you so much! It's honestly been such a whirlwind I can't believe how well it's gone". "Well believe it because you deserve it! We've been playing your song non-stop" Joshua said and the others nodded "literally all the time " Seungkwan nodded. You blushed "aww thank you! I'm so glad you like it and it's so great to see you all again" you said looking at Joshua. Joshua nodded "it's really great to see you again too...hopefully it'll be more often". You paused slightly taken aback by Joshua's comment but also by how it made you feel. You smiled and nodded "yeah i'd like that". Staff suddenly appeared, ushering you off the set and you all began to make your way to the exit. On the way out Joshua chatted to you and it felt like no time had passed. When you had to go different ways he waved to you "bye Y/n, have a nice evening". "You too" you smiled and walked away. The second you were out of earshot Joshua's members pounded. "What was that?" Dino cried and Joshua pauses "what?". "You and Y/n" Seungkwan said wiggling his eyebrow. "You never told us you were a thing!" Vernon cried and all the members began to laugh. "We're not" Joshua said the older members rolled their eyes. "Bullshit! The two of you were always flirting!" Woozi cried “not to mention you were always sneaking off together” Hoshi added. Joshua blushed and the members all made a lot of noise. "This is great she's so nice you have to ask her out!" Dk cried. Joshua shook his head "she's just debuted and we haven't spoken for so long...". "Excuses excuses" The8 called and Joshua smiled. He knew Scoups was watching him carefully but he was genuinely happy. Five minutes with you had done that to him. You had a similar experience. You could feel the excitement in your dressing room the second you stepped inside. Your members tried to hide it but the maknae broke. "Y/n your friend was checking you out" she cried. You paused "who?". "Joshua" one smiled at you and you shook your head "he wasn't!". "Yes he was, look!" and they placed a phone in front of you. You watched as Joshua did indeed check you out and they all erupted. "Y/n the two of you would make such a hot couple!" and they all rushed to agree. "Yes! Plus you already have a thing and you're both American...it has to happen". You blushed, shaking your head "we're just friends okay?". "For now" they teased" and you rolled your eyes but couldn't stop smiling. "So tonight went well" Scoups said when they were back home. It was just him, Jeonghan and Joshua so he figured it was safe. Jeonghan looked at Joshua at those words but he didn’t need to be worried.. Joshua nodded "yeah it did..." and he couldn't help a smile "she's just like she always was". Jeonghan nodded smiling "yep same old Y/n". Joshua looked at their expressions and sighed "I realised tonight I still have those feelings for her...and I know you're going to say I should leave it alone and not get involved but I want to speak to her again. I want to be around her because I care about her...even after all this time that hasn't dimmed". Scoups smiled "I wasn't going to tell you to stay away from her". "You weren't?" he asked. Scoups shook his head "watching the two of you together it was just like old times and I forgot how nice it was. The way you both light up around each other...get back in contact with her Joshua". "Yeah?" he asked and Jeonghan smiled "yes! We're not saying jump into dating but text her for christ's sake". Joshua laughed "okay okay I'm going" and rushed away. You were just getting ready for bed when you saw your phone light blink. You clicked it on and jumped to see an old but familiar name. "Hey it was really great seeing you again, I forgot how much fun it was. I'd love to catch up sometime if you're up for it? Joshua". You smiled before you could stop yourself. You re-read the text several times before texting back. "Hi, I enjoyed it too. I forgot how nice it is not being the only Korean American in the room. I'd love to meet up how's next week?" and you buried your face in your pillow. Joshua was back in your life and despite your past and the rational part of your brain telling you to be careful...you couldn’t help but smile.

This is a two part series and part two is available here.

Also, I know Joshua joined later compared to the other members but just pretend he joined early in the process okay? Thank you!

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