#wooyo do you want to die??

[hwasdvlly]

Joy | j.wooyoung

ꨄ summary: as a child at heart, he takes his family to a magical place.

ꨄ pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader

ꨄ genres: romance, family, and fluff

ꨄ word count: 0.8k words

ꨄ warnings/tags: none. established relationship. idol!wooyoung, non-idol!reader, married couple, wooyoung is the cutest father

ꨄ a/n: yay!! i finally got the chance to write again! wooyo made me soft in this one

“Hello, Atiny!”

A bubbly voice from a handsome, cute, sweet, talented, and hot man waves at the phone. 

Wooyoung begins to talk about today’s adventure. “I am in the hotel bathroom because I just got done showering and ready to head out with my little family. I would’ve made the members come along, but they denied it because they wanted me to have a good time. Ever since we’ve been touring, I haven’t seen my family for a while. To my surprise and happiness, the love of my life and the babies came out here to see me.” 

He sighs softly because he still can’t believe his wife is doing it for him and the kids. Wooyoung continues, “I am truly blessed to have amazing people in my life. So, to make it up to them, I bought Disneyland tickets. Woohoo!” He does a tiny fist bump in the air. “And yes, Atiny. Your Wooyo is taking you there.” He nods his head earnestly with a wide smile.

The video transitions from wet-haired Wooyoung in pajamas to a much dapper Wooyoung. He is dressed in a yellow button-up, ripped denim jeans, and tennis shoes. The man goes for something casual because he wants to feel and look comfortable. He reveals himself through a full mirror in the hotel room. 

“I don’t usually wear bright colors, but I figured it was appropriate for a place with excitement,” Wooyoung stated. He gingerly brushes his long bangs that frame his face. “I am keeping this a little longer. I think it’s my favorite out of all hairstyles.” Not only he, but his wife agrees. You like how super soft his hair is. 

He then hears high yet adorable singing voices. Wooyoung turns his attention to the noise. A grin etched on his rosy lips. He sees you putting on matching outfits for the kids. 

The Jung Twins are the prince and princess of ATEEZ. 

Wooyoung moves his attention back to the phone. He still has that smile. “Y/N has Woobin and Wonhee dressed as Mickey and Minnie Mouse.” The father couldn’t stop looking at his angels. He predicts the uncles will die of cuteness once he takes millions of pictures. Woobin and Wonhee have their father’s gorgeous eyes and inherit his playful behavior. As much as the members find it cute, they believe it’s uncanny. 

Little Wooyoungs can cause more chaos. However, the guys love them to death. 

“Is everyone done?” Wooyoung asked his family.

“Yes, appa!” The little ones answered in unison. 

“We are ready!” You joined your kids.

He shifts his gaze from his gaze to his beautiful wife. You are matching his yellow top but with a pretty sundress. Wooyoung is oblivious about being mesmerized by you that he forgets he is still recording. Soon enough, he clears his throat and yells out. “Let’s go!” 

The munchkins trailed behind Wooyoung like ducklings in a line. You happily giggled at how they’ll forever follow their dad.

In the vehicle, Wooyoung tells the viewers they are heading to Disneyland while listening to ATEEZ. During the drive, he shows a bit of his kids singing. The twin’s favorite song is Utopia because it brings them comfort. Also, they love to sing along to Uncle Seonghwa’s high-note. 

An hour later, the family arrived at the amusement park. Wooyoung got greeted by a few Atinys when entering. Plus, they recognized you and the twins. Wooyoung heard the fans yell they wished them the best of luck as a family. 

“Thank you!” 

The idol gives his appreciation for his fans’ love. He sends them a finger heart, and they return the gesture. 

Wooyoung turns on his phone to film more videos. He has you record him walking with the kids. Woobin and Wonhee hold one of their father’s hands and swing them back n forth. Wooyoung speaks, “I feel like a little boy again. I missed coming to places like this. But I am grateful to experience it with my family."

"Right, guys?” He looks down at his children. Wonhee nods and flashes a cheery smile. “Appa! The castle is so pretty!” Woobin points his tiny finger up ahead. Wooyoung might’ve melted on the spot. 

His babies are too cute!

Overall, the four were having endless fun. Wooyoung and his family went on thrilling rides, took pictures with Disney characters, ate delicious food, and gravitated to the park’s beauty. For the final shot of his vlog, Wooyoung records the fireworks. 

A rainbow of stars in the galaxy blossoms the night. 

Wooyoung stops recording to bring you into a back hug as the kids watch in awe at the bursting colors. He rests his chin on your shoulder. You turned your neck to see him. The fireworks created enough brightness to show your husband’s smiling face. Wooyoung leans close to press his soft, elegant lips onto yours. 

“Do you regret marrying me? I haven’t been there for you, Woobin, and Wonhee.” The husband asked his wife in a solemn voice.

You let out a snicker. “Of course not! I vowed to love and care for the biggest baby in the world. Plus, raising the angels of our lives.” Despite his music career, you tell your husband you’ll always be there for him.

Wooyoung's content smile never left his face. 

[nonclassyparty]

friday, 01:56 (j.wy)

title; now shut your dirty mouth, if I could burn this town, i wouldn't hesitate to smile while you suffocate and die

summary; wooyoung is your sworn enemy but hooking up with him becomes a habit you just can't seem to quit (gen v au)

notes; part one of a drabble series called 'rule of thumb' set in the gen v universe where y/n is a bigender superhero and wooyoung is a blood bender (yea it's jordan & marie inspired but hear me out because there's less gore and massacres and more fucking and fluff okay). all credits for the superpowers and world building go to gen v writers, i'm just here to give some cute wooyoung drabbles also there's no update schedule for this, i'll just be writing it whenever i feel like i want to write some wooyo stuff

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you met jung wooyoung a year and some months ago and from the first second your eyes connected - you knew peace will never be an option with him.

"cool shirt, you steal it from a middle schooler? why'd you guys bring a freshman over, we aren't tutoring anyone during lunch." was the first thing jung wooyoung uttered towards you, skipping the introduction completely as he eyes your scooby-doo shirt with apparent distaste and he plops down in the seat next to seonghwa who nervously twitches as he watches for your reaction. maybe seonghwa expected you to jump over the table and wring jung wooyoung's pretty neck.

you have no idea where he got the idea you could ever do something like that.

anyways, was the scooby-doo shirt embarrassing and a little bit ugly? yes. did you have a right to wear it nonetheless without being judged for it? fuck yes.

so fuck jung wooyoung, it's not like he dressed any better no matter how good he looked in just about anything. he didn't have any fashion sense whatsoever, he was just handsome - there was a difference.

if it ended there with jung wooyoung, you would've gotten over the little fashion quip and maybe, dare you say, you could've been friends. you would've liked that even.

you hate to say this and you would never admit it to anyone but before you got to know jung wooyoung, before you even started your freshman year at godolkin university that, you were an admirer.

because jung wooyoung, just a year older than you, was somewhat of a legend already on the god u campus by the time you were a freshman. a star student at the school of crimefighting that cleared several homicide cases in his first year and was climbing the ranks at super speed and reaching the top ten by winter break of his first year.

he was smart, dedicated, driven but more importantly, he was insufferable about it. always teasing you, poking fun at you for just the pleasure of getting a rise out of you. it might not even be considered that bad if you didn't allow for him to piss you off with the most innocent of comments.

you don't know how you ended up in his circle in your first year at godolkin, you were a bit of a hermit that avoided socializing and spent the better half of your freshman year training and discovering just how far your powers went for the first time.

by the time you felt comfortable with shifting into your male form and started getting the hang of controlling the powers that came with that form, you caught the attention of hongjoong and seonghwa who decided to, what they call, adopt you into their equally unhinged yet somehow popular clique. occupying the first eight spots of the rankings with san being first and wooyoung a close second, they were the campus elite.

the guys were cool, maybe a bit shallow sometimes, but that was to be expected when you go to college under a huge spotlight like they do. it's all-consuming.

they were your friends. the only problem was jung wooyoung.

on paper, there isn't a reason you two shouldn't get along. you have the same friends and share so many interests that it's kind of laughable but something about wooyoung just grates your nerves. his ability to get under your skin is astounding and he can infuriate you with nothing more than a single know-it-all grin.

tonight is no different.

in the club, that you snuck off of campus for, yunho serves as a barrier between the two of you but it doesn't stop wooyoung's teasing comments and pokes even when you're on the dance floor.

what's worse is that you start indulging him and, you'll blame it on the alcohol and plethora of drugs although you've learnt a long time ago they barely have any effect on your body thanks to the concoction cursing through your bloodstream since you were a baby, your hands keep straying towards him, drawn like magnets. it's infuriating. how much you want him.

a couple of fleeting moments later where your fingers brush subtly enough for it to be deemed as accidental, one moment between another and yunho is suddenly gone and wooyoung's hands reach out to be placed on your hips, the pretenses are gone.

you're both chest to chest, breaths mingling and noses brushing but still, you can't do it. not here, under these awful lights with all these people watching.

you push him away with your hands on his chest and for a second wooyoung looks worried before it melts into an annoying smirk after you grab him by the hand and start dragging him towards the bathrooms.

you think it got a bit too real for you out there on the dance floor, because the moment you're alone in the semi-clean looking bathroom of the club, you decide to start an argument with him. if nothing but to bring a sense of normalcy back between the two of you.

"what the fuck is your problem with me?" you hiss, blood rushing to your cheeks as wooyoung's eyebrows jump in faint surprise before you see him suppress a smile.

"my problem with you?" he asks, head tilted to the side and looking at you as if he knows what's going on in your head, like he knows that you're only starting a fight to deflect from whatever the hell that was on the dance floor and why you dragged him in here. which he doesn't, mind reading isn't in his superpower description, you checked! he smiles and it's a pretty smile, pretty fucking annoying. "i don't have a problem with you."

you frown, "wooyoung, stop messing around with me. i'll kill you."

he has the balls to laugh at that and it's only then you realize why. you didn't even notice that you basically have him pressed up against the sink. so close to putting your hands on him again. wooyoung leans in;

"look at you. you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look fucking stupid." he whispers, hooded eyes grazing over your face before the corners of his mouth perk up again and he licks his lower lip, tongue just barely brushing the devastating beauty mark residing there, "you’re probably saying you wanna kill me just so you can have an excuse to touch me."

you feel like you can breathe for the first time in too long when you kiss him, your hand wrapped around the nape of his neck to pull him closer. it's messy and rushed but it's exactly what you need to feel like your entire nervous system is set alight, as the tension between the two of you finally snaps.

the small moan that escapes him has the ability to drive you insane and you cradle his face with both hands, licking at his bottom lip until he lets out a whine before parting his mouth open and allowing your tongues to meet.

you hate this. hate the thrill of pleasure that shoots through you when wooyoung's fingers dig into the material of the jeans wrapped around your hips. hate that you have absolutely no excuse to be kissing him in a dingy bathroom of a nightclub. absolutely hate how much you further want him.

his soft gasp makes you part away from him as you look down at his face that's sporting wide eyes and parted glossy lips.

you're confused for only a moment until you notice the problem. you're looking down at him.

your eyes connect with your reflection in the mirror over wooyoung's shoulder and you blush in mortification when you come face to face with your male form that you unconsciously shifted to somewhere in the middle of the kiss.

with red cheeks, you look at wooyoung again as your hands immediately leave his cheeks and you turn to take a step back not wanting to make him further uncomfortable, "i'm sorry, i di-"

wooyoung doesn't even say a word, it's just a sound that leaves his throat aching to a whine as his fingers latch onto your shirt and pull you back into him, sealing his lips over yours into another messy kiss that makes your blood sing. you don't know if it has something to do with the fact that wooyoung is a blood bender or that he doesn't mind kissing you like this either.

it's exhilarating. too much and definitely not enough at the same time. you want to see jung wooyoung unravel in front of you. because he's been pissing you off all night and now, you just want him to shut him up and kiss the life out of him.

you clumsily fumble with the button on his jeans, slipping a hand inside to palm him over his underwear. wooyoung moans softly, forehead leaning against your own and his hand comes up to the back of your neck before he pulls you into another kiss.

"please." he rasps out, parted lips brushing over your cheek and that's all the confirmation you need before dropping to your knees.

wooyoung rushes to shove his clothes out of the way and if you weren't so turned on, you would've found it funny. you don't laugh because you're straining against your own jeans and you have a task to get to as you stare right into wooyoung's eyes and open your mouth, waiting.

so, you let jung wooyoung fuck your mouth. you let him grab you by the back of your head, fingers weaving through your short hair. you let him rub the tip against your lips, you let him tell you that he likes you a lot better when you're too busy sucking him off to run your mouth.

of course, you respond that it's not a smart idea to be an annoying piece of shit to someone while their teeth are so close to his dick. it shuts him up immediately.

but it's all worth it because wooyoung's honey skin looks flawless even under the shitty lights of the bathroom and his moans bouncing off the walls are ridiculously sweet just like you knew they would be. god, you must be some kind of masochist.

there is no other reason that would explain why you're here with jung fucking wooyoung of all people. it's bad enough that he's wooyoung, the most annoying person on planet earth that has spent the last year doing nothing but teasing you but it's still worse that he's straight.

you can defend yourself however you like but even you have to admit that no normal, well-adjusted person that has spent their teenage years agonizing over their gender identity and suppressing their own powers because the implications that they're also a boy and not just a girl felt awfully too big and something their parents could never be proud of, finally coming to terms with their powers and accepting themselves for what they are - only to go out and make their first hook-up post that revelation, a straight boy that made it a mission to piss them off daily.

"you're so sweet actually." wooyoung pants, thumb gliding under your eye to wipe the tears away.

you wish he'd stop talking.

you wish you weren't enjoying this so much.

wooyoung's head thuds against the mirror hanging above the sink he's currently leaning on and his hand tightens in your hair, so you know he's close. you double down on your efforts, swirling your tongue around the head and hollowing out your cheeks. your eyes fall shut as all you hear are wooyoung's soft grunts and the wet sounds of him fucking your mouth before he's coming with a low groan into your open mouth.

"fuck." wooyoung sighs, hands slipping from your hair and falling to grip the sink.

your knees ache as the hard tiled floor was unforgiving to them but you still stand up and quickly walk into one of the stalls to spit into the toilet and wipe at your eyes as subtly as you can, so you don't actually look like you just had your face fucked.

"yeah." you nod, voice hoarse as you tug on your oversized shirt. it's sort of crazy that you think you hate wooyoung a little less than you did twenty minutes ago. you hope it lasts long enough to get out of here without wanting to rip his head from his shoulders.

unfortunately, wooyoung is still....wooyoung and the five seconds you give him with your back turned towards him as you fix yourself up is enough for him to shatter any blissful fantasy of not feeling anything but hate and dislike towards him.

"i can still be straight even if i liked you sucking me off, right? since you're not...you know...." you're frozen and it feels like you're watching a car crash. you faintly wonder how can someone so brilliant, so smart, be so fucking stupid and insensitive at the same time.

you want to interrupt him but you're stuck in one place bound to watch the crash and burn. of course, after you stay quiet, wooyoung continues;

"you know, you're you."

"that's an astounding observation wooyoung, truly. i'm me."

"you know what i mean."

the tissue you used to wipe off the last bits of your make-up gets balled up in your hand and you refuse to look at him as you shift back to your female form so the boner in your pants wouldn't be visible.

"frankly, i don't give a fuck how you choose to label yourself but i think it's worth noting that you liked having someone who you know wasn't a girl suck your dick."

you don't look at him again, swearing that you were completely done with him after tonight as you push past him and head for the exit door.

the resolve lasts for almost as long as wooyoung did with his dick down your throat, which if you are being honest - wasn't very long.

[hwanchaesong]

Hello! Can I possibly request Wooyoung song imagine with Edith Piaf-La Vie En Rose?

a/n: this song!!! i love this sm jwhxhwjs wooyo suits this so well 🥹

👤: ATEEZ Jung Wooyoung

📼: La Vie En Rose - Edith Piaf

genre & warnings: fluff, angst if you squint, overall i'd die for a soft boyfriend wooyoung

word count: 527

It was a long, tiring day. You just want to go home, lie down, cry and sleep.

Those things were written down in your checklist, ready to be done but your boyfriend won't let that happen.

Wooyoung has noticed your slumped shoulders when you walked through the door of your shared home.

"How is my baby doing?" he approached you so fast, engulfing you in a tight hug.

"Beat." you replied flatly, something that he understood.

"Okay," he pushed you away a bit to cup your face, "I know you want to face plant in our bed, but I want you to eat your dinner first and take a bath after. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded your head silently, letting him drag you to the kitchen.

A meal waiting at the table. You ate all of it, the delicious home cooking of your boyfriend lifted your mood up a bit.

Next one, he prepared a relaxing bath for you. A complete set of bubbles and scented candles soothed all your worries away.

Wooyoung did the liberty of drying your hair. His fingers gently combing your silky strands and massaging your scalp.

After all that, everything ended up with you cuddled in his arms. His body heat and vanilla scent created a swirl of calm and peace within your mind.

His hand is gently tapping your back as you lay your head on his chest, listening to the music of his steady heartbeat.

"Thank you for doing this." you sleepily mumbled, heart full and overwhelmed at the fact that he'll go through great lengths just to make you feel safe and loved.

"Of course, anything for my baby."

You think you saved a whole nation in your past life to deserve this kind of treatment.

"What will I ever do without you?" you closed your eyes, ready to sleep but that faded away when he slapped a joke on your forehead.

"I don't know. Maybe walk, eat, sleep, blink, breathe. Things that humans do."

He laughed a bit when you whined, telling him that he ruined the mood.

"Gosh, you really are so-"

Your words were cut off when he suddenly kissed you on the lips.

Soft yet passionate.

Gently reminding you that whatever happens, he'll always be there by your side. He'll always choose you and be with you until death. So you won't have to worry about losing him, because he'll assure you to no end that he won't ever leave you.

A point that you have taken and will always remember as long as you live.

When he pulled away, he held you closer than before.

Humming a song that brought about your drowsiness, pinning you to a dreamland full of roses and happiness.

Of course, even if you close your eyes, his angelic voice would still resonate through your soul.

His kiss would be transcribed even into your unconscious that it'll always leave you breathless and fulfilled.

Jung Wooyoung is the definition of love. Naughty but nice, spicy but sweet. A splash of pink in your dark life.

Most importantly, the reason for the spark and joy in every fleeting moment.

[kpophoneybunny]

Aurora (Chapter 13) - ATEEZ OT8 Pirate!AU

Genre: Adventure/Romance (Mostly fluff)

Rating: PG-13 (select chapters will have strong language, violence, and suggestive situations)

Disclaimer: Our main girl has a name but feel free to self-insert.

WARNING: This chapter contains outdated views on family structure and function.

Tag List: @unatempesta-dipensieri @sugarrimajins @masterninjacow @twancingyunhoe @wheeinwhanders-chat (comment to be added or removed from the tag list).

Word Count: 1522

“Where’s Seonghwa?” Yeosang cleared his throat. The whole crew had come to the brig to see him. But where was the first mate? No one answered at first, trying to figure out if he was joking. “And can someone please tell me why I’m in here? Did I get in a fight with someone?”

“There’s no way you don’t remember.” Hongjoong frowned. “Seonghwa’s dead, Yeosang.” The navigator scanned everyone’s faces from behind bars, hoping it was a lie. Not Seonghwa. He meant so much to everyone on the ship. He had always been such a gentle and guiding figure for the whole crew, wise and strong and brave.

“How’d it happen?” A feeling of dread began to sink into his stomach. Did he have something to do with Seonghwa’s death? Was this why he was behind bars?

“There was a wyvern yesterday,” Yunho spoke up so no one else would have to. “Seonghwa saved you and Jangmi from its attack. But to thank him, you let him die. You made no move to help and you wouldn’t let Jangmi help either.”

“I would never-” Yeosang cut himself off. He remembered something so vague it felt like a dream - holding Jangmi as she screamed and fought against him. He remembered the roars of the monster and Seonghwa’s screams fading as his consciousness did.

“You did.” Jangmi croaked, eyes still bloodshot from crying. “You let him die.”

“And on this ship, in this crew - my crew- that counts as murder. So you better hope that your motive is enough to earn your freedom.” Hongjoong’s voice became as steely and intimidating as when he was facing off with rivals. “Kang Yeosang, your trial starts now.”

“I barely remember it. I don’t think I was conscious of my actions then. I-”

“Then why? Why would you want him dead?” Jangmi sobbed. Mingi held her by the elbow and tugged her so she was in his arms, smoothing down her hair.

“I don’t. I didn’t. I-”

“Think. Because murder in cold blood has the biggest punishment.” Hongjoong gave a heavy sigh. “If there was any motive, we need to know.”

“I wouldn’t kill him!” Yeosang snapped. “You have to believe me. Jangmi, you have to believe me. I’d never wish anything bad on him. I love you. You cared about him. I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

“Oh my god.” Mingi’s eyes widened. “Is that why? You wanted less competition?” His grip on Jangmi tightened protectively. “Would you kill anyone who stands in the way of what you want?”

“I wouldn’t. I’m not like that. You all know me!” Yeosang was growing desperate. If he had let Seonghwa die, he wasn’t in his right mind when it had happened. “Would I kill to protect what I love? Yes. Do I love Jangmi enough to kill for her? Yes. But-”

“Then that settles it. It was a crime of passion.” Hongjoong nodded to Mingi, his new first-mate. “You’ll stay in here until we know you aren’t a threat to anyone else on this ship.”

“Captain, please don’t do this. Please, I can’t stand being locked up. I hate it here!”

“You should have thought of that before letting my first-mate die.” Hongjoong left the brig to go find Nozomi and help her unpack into what used to be their small medical room.

“Jangmi, please. He listens to you. You can convince him to let me out.” Yeosang pleaded.

“No.” Jangmi frowned. “He doesn’t listen to me. Besides, I don’t know if I can trust you.” She was tugged away by Mingi and they sat down on the main deck. San was replacing a few of the bloodstained floorboards, to erase the tragedy from their view. “So what’s everyone doing now? You’ve been promoted. Who’s who?”

“Well, I’m first-mate. Yunho’s taking my old job as quartermaster, Wooyoung’s our navigator now that Yeosang’s in the brig, San’s been promoted to main gunner. You and Jongho are still the same. And Nozomi’s our medic.” He was slouching, his shoulders seeming to carry the weight of the world.

Seonghwa was dead, Yeosang in prison, their daily lives turned upside down. And now, as first-mate, it was his responsibility to be the mature figure everyone could count on. “Do you think he’ll ever be let out?”

“Honestly?” Mingi hesitated. “Probably not. Hongjoong doesn’t take things like this lightly.”

“This is my fault.”

“What? Why would you think that?” A frown found its way onto Mingi’s face.

“Yeosang wouldn’t have let him die if it weren’t for me. I was the one bringing all three of you into my bed, pitting you against one another - even if it wasn’t on purpose. And it got Seonghwa killed. I got Seonghwa killed.” She buried her face in her hands, trying to keep from crying. “God, I shouldn’t be here. I’m causing nothing but chaos.”

“Jangmi.” He pried her hands away from her face, kissing her knuckles gently. “If it wasn’t you, it’d be the next beautiful girl. Yeosang and Seonghwa have the same type. They’ve fought over women before. This wasn’t your fault.” He held her against his chest and she relaxed against him. His steady heartbeat was enough to sedate her. “Bringing three men into your bed at the same probably isn’t the wisest thing to do but it isn’t a crime. It isn’t your fault if the men hate each other. Especially when you made your terms so very clear from the beginning.”

“I shouldn’t have done it. I ruined two men with one sin.” She shook her head. “You’re the last man standing but I’m scared I’ll ruin you, too.”

“You didn’t ruin anyone. Seonghwa was always too cocky when it came to women and Yosang was always jealous of him. Jangmi, don’t be so hard on yourself.” He kissed her forehead gently. ”Even if I am the last man standing, that doesn’t mean you have to pick me. I’d happily stand down if it’s what you want.”

Nozomi came up the stairs, hand-in-hand with Hongjoong. “Jangmi, I brought you a gift.” She held up a small glass jar with her eye in it. “If I can get it back in your head, I should be able to cast a spell that restores the sight to that eye. I can fix you.”

Jangmi opened her mouth to thank her new friend but she made a beeline for the railing and vomited. “Oh. Oh, you poor thing!” Nozomi rushed over, rubbing Jangmi’s back soothingly. She gasped and looked the boatswain over curiously. “You’re with child.” She whispered. “Do you know who the father is?”

“No.”

“You don’t know?”

“You’re wrong!” Jangmi snapped. “I’m not with child!” She realized how loud she was and immediately regretted it. All eyes were on her. She knew as well as anyone; Nozomi was never wrong. “I can’t be.”

“You…” Mingi was pale, unsteady on his feet as he approached Jangmi. “Is there any way of knowing who the father is?”

“No.” Nozomi shook her head. “Not unless I get a vision. Which, I haven’t.”

“I know.” Jangmi wiped the vomit off of her mouth and face. Jongho brought her some water and she used it to rinse her mouth. “Only one of you didn’t take any measures to prevent it.” Jangmi looked up at Mingi tearfully. “Yeosang was always careful to end things early and so-”

“So was I.” Mingi knew immediately, the paternity was clear as day. “The baby is Seonghwa’s.”

“Yes.” Jangmi sat with her back against the railing as her tears flowed steadily but silently. “My child won’t have a father. I’ll birth a bastard child. If they wish to live an honest life in Joseon - anywhere, actually - they’ll need a father.”

“I’ll take responsibility.” Mingi didn’t even hesitate, rushing to Jangmi’s side. “I’ll let the child take my name. It isn’t an honorable name but it’s better than none.”

“Mingi, why would you do something like that? What’s in it for you?”

“You. I’d do it for you.” Mingi murmured, kneeling next to her and holding her face in his hands.

“Mingi-”

“Jangmi, I was enchanted by your beauty, your kindness. But as each day passed and I grew to know you… my feelings grew. I wanted to tell you that I care for you, deeply, and I want your permission to love you.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I want your permission to protect you from harm of any kind. I want your permission to lay my kisses on your face, your lips, as I wish. I want your permission to seek your heart more and more every day. And, if you want your child to have a name, I want your permission to marry you and raise your child as my own.”

“Mingi…” Jangmi’s breath caught and tears welled up in her eyes. “Yes. To all of it. But you know I’ll need time. You need to be patient with me. I care for you and I want to love you but there is a lot for my heart to let go of.”

“I would wait an eternity for you.”