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wonjaekook · 5 years ago

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Red Like...

A/N: I SWEAR the random group generator I used for this paired up the trope and color, it’s just a really nice coincidence

21 Tropes: 3. Flower Shop AU + rose w/Lucas

Description: You find that the best things always begin with roses.

Word Count: 4.7k

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

It’s very strange, finding a fully grown man hiding behind your display of roses. It doesn’t help that they don’t even fully conceal his body, so the whole effort is basically for naught when you only have to move a single bushel aside to reveal his face.

“Excuse me?” You say, pulling the flowers aside, minding the thorns. “What are you doing here?”

He jumps at your sudden appearance before pressing a finger to his lips. “Shh, I don’t want them to find me!”

You follow his eyes until you see the group of girls walking by, clearly searching for someone - you assume it’s him. You crouch down to ‘hide’ with him, studying his face as you do. He’s handsome with his soft brown hair and big eyes, you’ll give him that, and he seems to be a college student, maybe close to your age. Your eyes return to the windows at the front, watching the girls until they finally wander off, bickering amongst themselves. You stand up. “Okay, they’re gone.”

He stands up next to you, brushing his hands off on his jeans. You could have guessed from his frame and build, but he’s actually quite tall. He also seems visibly relieved, no longer staring intently out the window. “Thanks-,” he says, cracking a smile and sticking out his hand, his eyes quickly flashing down to look at your nametag, “-Y/N. I’m Lucas.”

“Alright, Lucas,” you say, hesitantly shaking his hand, “Why were you hiding behind my roses?”

“Those girls have been following me, trying to get me to go out with them. I came in here to hide,” he explains, moving his hands a bit as he does.

“Can’t you just reject them and go about your day?” You say, crossing your arms over your chest and quirking an eyebrow at him.

“They’re crazy about me!” He tries to explain, hands moving more wildly now. “They won’t leave me alone!”

Your eyes dart around, watching his hands move, waiting for it to happen. “You probably shouldn’t wave-”

He jumps as his hand gets too close to your roses and a thorn digs into him, causing a small tear in his skin and making him yelp in surprise. He watches in shock for a moment as blood begins to well up. You can’t help but sigh. This Lucas character is turning out to be a lot of trouble. “Come on,” you say, turning around and gesturing, “I’ll help you.” Leading him to the back, you instruct him to wash his hands, though you doubt your flowers would have any diseases on them, and you carefully apply some disinfectant onto the cut before you put a band-aid over it. “Alright,” you say, clicking your tongue at him, “be more careful next time, okay? Roses have thorns.”

“I know that part!” He responds, pouting. “Thank you for helping me. Can I repay you somehow? For this and for letting me hide?”

“Buy a flower and we’ll call it even.” He agrees and follows you back into the shop, looking around. He wanders aimlessly for a minute before he finally stops in front of a display of pink blooms, pointing at one type in particular.

“I think this one would be good.” You take the flower out for him, seeing that it’s alstroemeria. A flower signifying friendship - a good choice for someone his age. He hands you a few bills as you ring him up and tell him the price.

“Have a nice day,” you say, subconsciously putting on your customer service voice.

“Whoa, that was a transformation,” he says, staring at you.

“What?” Your tone falls back to how you were talking to him before.

“Ah, never mind. Thank you!” With that, he leaves your shop.

About two days later, you find him once again hiding behind your roses. To your relief, he seems to be more mindful of the thorns this time and, with a click glance, the band-aid on his finger is gone and the prick seems to be healing well. This time, he buys sweet pea flowers, making you think that he might know a little more about flowers than he lets on. He doesn’t say anything about the meaning - ‘thank you for a lovely time’ - before he bows quickly and ducks out. You’re almost disappointed that he didn’t stay longer, if just for the sake that he made your life a little less monotonous.

The third time, a week after the first, you catch him as he quickly rushes in to hide again. “Just go in the back room,” you say, ushering him back there, “you’ll stay hidden better in there than behind my roses.” He does as you tell him and you follow, pushing the curtain covering the doorway aside.

You stand in silence with him for a moment before he speaks up. “Do you know how to care for succulents?”

“Yes…?” You say slowly. Succulents should be one of the easiest plants to keep; you have your own small army in your apartment. “Why?”

“Mine aren’t growing. They look sad.” He almost looks like a puppy in that moment, disappointed by the fact that his plants seem unhappy. You’re glad he cares enough to ask you.

“Do they get enough sunlight and water?” It’s always best to start off with the basic questions.

“I think so,” he says, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Do you rotate the pots so that each side gets light and do you let excess water drain from their pots?” The next level of questioning - more complicated things.

“I don’t,” he admits, looking at his shoes. “That might be it.”

“Maybe,” you say, smiling. Plant talk always manages to lift your mood and it helps that he seems especially receptive to the information. “Let me know if that doesn’t work, though.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he pauses, looking at your face before noting, “You’re happy.” You flush, not having realized you showed your pleasure at the topic so openly on your face. You hum in response, trying to brush aside the topic and move the curtain to peek out of the room. No one is outside of the store.

“Coast is clear,” you say, holding the curtain aside for him to follow you out. He does, and his eye is immediately caught by one particular flower by the door that he had missed in his initial haste to come in. You grin. “Those just came in today! They’re angelica flowers.” You move to stand by him as he observes the little white sprays.

“What do they mean?” Startled, you look back up at him. He continues. “Flowers have meanings, right?”

“Um, yeah, all flowers have meanings! Angelica flowers mean inspiration.”

He nods, looking serious as he scrutinizes the flowers. “I can see that.” You almost laugh at the comment, but you figure that it’s people like him that gave flowers their meanings in the first place. “Can I get some? I think I need the inspiration to keep hiding from those girls.” This time, he gets a chuckle out of you.

“Of course,” you say, smiling as you bring him over to the register. “If you don’t mind me asking, what do you even do with the flowers? Give them to your girlfriend or something?”

“Don’t have one,” he responds, letting the question slide by easily as he digs in his wallet for some cash, “I put them in my house. It feels less empty with them there.”

You figure you’re not close enough to really push the matter, but his words bring you a twinge of sadness. You think about your own little apartment and the plants you’d filled it with to try to mask the gap your parents left. Perhaps you have more in common with him than you thought you did. “Well,” you say, after a little bit of consideration, “if you ever need more plant company, you’re always free to come here.”

“Really?” His face lights up. “I thought you didn’t like me.”

You flush in embarrassment at the comment. Had you really come off that coldly to him? “N-no,” you stutter out, keeping your eyes down on the money in your hands, “I don’t dislike you. I just don’t know you super well.”

He laughs. The feeling that he fills the shop with is so infectious that you almost start smiling in response. “Okay,” he says, taking his flowers and change. “I’ll see you later, then.”

“See you.” You give him a short wave before you remember something. “Oh, and Lucas! You can just come hide in the back now. I don’t want you hurting yourself again.”

With a shout of affirmation and a wave, he’s gone.

That is, until the next day.

You’re taking a short break out in the back, organizing some of your stock, when you hear the bell at the front. “I’ll be right with you!” You shout, putting down what you’re doing and making your way out a minute later. Out front, you see Lucas making himself comfortable at the little table and chair set in the middle of your store. You’d initially put it there as a place for your customers to sit while waiting, but it’s also a place you work on projects from time to time. He pulls out some textbooks from a backpack, along with a laptop, and you approach him. “Not hiding today?”

“Nope! They didn’t follow me today.” He says happily, opening one of the textbooks. “I wanted to come anyways to enjoy the company of plants, like you said.”

You nod. “Alright. Let me know if you need anything.” After about thirty minutes of silent work, with you observing his cute concentration face every so often, you finally speak up. “Are you a university student?”

“Yeah,” he says, looking up from his work, “I go to the university down the street.” You’re familiar with it – a lot college boys come here to buy flowers for their girlfriends and some of them are regulars. It’s part of the reason you were somewhat surprised that Lucas said before that he didn’t have a girlfriend; you don’t get a lot of single college boys coming to buy flowers. Then again, you suppose that his circumstances are a bit different. “Why are you always here?” He asks, surprising you at his bluntness.

“What do you mean? I work here.”

“Doesn’t anyone else work here, though? I’ve never seen anyone else do your job.”

“Sometimes my friend Taeyong comes in, but that’s about it, I guess. I own the shop and I think I do a fine job of managing it myself most of the time.” You know you’re fully capable, you wouldn’t be doing this if you weren’t, but you understand his confusion.

“Doesn’t that take up a lot of time?” He looks at you with wide eyes, admiration clear on his face. Your heart swells a little bit with pride.

“I mean, yeah, but I love it.” You’re not lying when you say that – you do love it. It’s hard sometimes, but you love it.

“You’re young,” he says, making you nod, “why do you already own a flower shop?”

You pause. You would never tell a stranger about your past, but you suppose Lucas isn’t a stranger at this point. Something about him makes you want to open up when you ordinarily wouldn’t. “I… my parents passed away a couple years ago. They left me the shop and I couldn’t just let it waste away.” He’s silent, the admirative look replaced by a look of pity. “Besides, I’ve been around flowers my whole life and I was planning on taking over the shop at some point anyways. It just happened to be little bit sooner than I expected.” You try to lighten the mood a little bit, forcing a smile onto your lips.

“If there’s anything I can do to help…” You can’t help but think that his handsome face looks much better without a frown.

“I’ve managed this far,” you say, keeping the smile on your face, “I’ll be alright. Though I do appreciate the offer.” You look away quickly before deciding that you don’t want the conversation to be over quite yet. “I told you about my life. Now, tell me about yours. You said the flowers you get here make your house feel less lonely?”

His expression transforms and he beams for a moment, happy that you remembered a comment he made in passing, before he answers. “I moved here from Hong Kong to go to university. My house back home used to be kind of loud and full, so it’s really quiet now that I live alone.” He stops speaking for a second before looking down. “I miss my family,” he adds quietly. Your heart aches and, if you were closer to him, you would’ve hugged him to try to erase the pained look on his face.

“I’m sure you’ll see them again soon,” you say, unconsciously setting a hand on top of his in an attempt to comfort him. When he feels your touch, he stares at it for a moment, surprise clear in his eyes and, once you realize what you’re doing, you jerk your hand away, your face beginning to heat up instantly. “You’re from Hong Kong,” you say quickly, wanting to ignore what you just did, “what’s your real name? I assume it’s not Lucas.”

“Yukhei,” he says, his normal, cheery expression returning to his face, “or, in Mandarin, Xuxi, pronounced kind of like ‘sushi.’” You try saying his name, both versions, and, though you don’t have much experience with Chinese, the pronunciation feels almost natural on your tongue. At least, so you think. “That’s pretty good,” he says, grinning, “but, you can just call me Lucas if it’s easier.”

His smile is infectious and you can’t help but feel your lips curling upwards as he continues to talk to you, even if he had basically just told you your pronunciation of his name is bad. “Okay, Lucas. Why did you choose that as what you wanted people to call you when you came to Seoul?”

“A friend gave it to me and it just stuck.”

The two of you idly chit chat as you work, the conversation coming and going, and you find that it’s nice to have someone to talk to when you’re usually alone. You learn that he has a younger brother, that his mother is Thai and his father is Chinese, and that his succulents seem to be ‘happier’ now. He learns that you don’t have any siblings, you’re the same age as him, and you like making arrangements for weddings the most, besides the terrible attitudes of the occasional grumpy bride or mother. Eventually, another customer enters the shop and you stop what you’re doing to go help them. He’s a young man, out of college, and his dress shirt and tie are slightly askew – bags weigh down his eyes, but you think you’d seen him before at a better time. You give your usual opener, ‘how can I help you?’ and he’s quick to respond.

“I really messed up,” he says, voice rough and low, “I need to apologize to my girlfriend.”

Your lips part and your face moves to make an expression of understanding, and you nod. “I understand. Would you like me to make a bouquet for you that says ‘I’m sorry?’” He nods furiously in response and you move around the store quickly, picking up what you need while the young man trails you. “White tulips, for new beginnings, ivy, for dependability, and red roses, for love.” You stop in front of the front counter again. “Does this sound okay?”

“That sounds perfect,” he says, a smile finally making its way to his face, “I just hope she’ll understand.”

“I’m sure she will,” you respond, ringing him up. When he leaves, you find Lucas staring at you as you approach him again.

“Can you teach me about flowers?” He says suddenly, surprising you to a degree.

“What? You want me to teach you?” No one had ever requested something like that from you before. You figure that, while they’re the most interesting thing in the world to you, the topic would be lackluster to most people.

“Kun-ge always tells me that I should try to learn something new every day. So, teach me!” He says, a happy look in his eyes at the thought of his elder and the prospect of new information..

“Aren’t you in college?” You can’t help but ask. “Shouldn’t you be learning new things anyways?”

“But, I want to learn from you,” he insists, leaning forward with his elbows against the table. His brown locks brush softly against his forehead, landing just above his curious, sincere eyes.

“I’m sure you don’t want to hear about flowers,” you try to say, not wanting to bore him.

“That’s fine!” He insists, staring at you intently, “If that’s what you want to talk about, that’s what I want to hear.”

Your eyes widen a little bit. No one ever wants to hear you talk about flowers. The way he says it also flatters you, drawing a blush on your cheeks. “Oh. Well, if you insist. What can I start with…” Your eyes dart around the shop. Sunflowers, lilies, orchids, roses… roses! Those were what he was hiding behind the first day, so that would be a good introduction. You gesture over to your rose display. “Well, roses are about the most basic that you can get. You might have heard me earlier, but red roses mean love, specifically romantic love. If you have a darker crimson rose,” you say, pointing at one bunch in particular, “it can be a sign of mourning. Yellow roses usually mean friendship, but they can also mean things like jealousy and decrease of love, while white roses represent purity. Lastly, pale pink roses mean happiness, or something similar. Each color and shade of rose has its own meaning!” You find yourself babbling on for a little bit longer, but his gaze doesn’t leave you as he nods along. He can’t help but think that, in that moment, you’re glowing brighter than the sun outside.

Every day that he comes by, you teach him a little more. In exchange, you occasionally ask about Chinese words that he can teach you. Admittedly, you don’t absorb the language as well as he absorbs yours, but it makes you happy nonetheless. As the days go by, he stays later and later, always working at that little table until you close the shop. He always goes away learning something new and you always stay, wishing he could’ve remained there longer to keep you company as you close. The days he doesn’t come pass by dully and, one particular tiring evening, you find your eyelids drooping and your shoulders slouching as you doze off, your apron still on and your pen in hand with your stock list still in front of you.

Lucas passes by that night and, when he sees the light on in the shop long past closing time, he peers into the window, seeing your huddled form asleep on the counter. Walking over, he finds the door unlocked and he lets himself in. It takes a couple of shakes for you to be fully roused from you sleep. The hand on your shoulder is large and warm and, oddly enough, it makes feel comforted. You blink the sleep out of your eyes and lift your head to find that the owner of the hand is none other than Lucas, who is looking down at you with concern in his eyes. “Did you fall asleep here?”

For the moment, all you can do is nod in response as you run a hand through your hair. It sticks up in places and that, combined with the sleepy expression on your face, makes his heart melt a little bit. In your sleepy state, you mumble a quiet, “I missed you.” He’s not sure he hears you right, but he’ll take what he can get.

“You should go home,” he says, taking his hand off of your shoulder. A moment later, you pout, already missing his warmth. “Also, from now on, I’ll help you close so you don’t fall asleep again. Okay?”

Not fully comprehending his words, you nod. “M’kay…” He watches as you clumsily put things away before he grabs your jacket and helps you stick your arms through the sleeves. With the shop locked and all the lights off, you let him walk you home. As you walk, you wake up more and more, though drowsiness always lingers at the edge of your mind, and you become more and more aware of Lucas’s every movement next to you. His hand brushes yours as you walk, he wraps an arm around your shoulder to move you whenever you find yourself about to walk into something or someone, and you can tell he keeps glancing at you more than he usually would. The two of you stop in front of your apartment building, facing each other. “Well,” you start, feeling shy under his gaze, “Thank you for walking me back, Lucas.” He hums pleasantly in response, the note a low rumble in his chest. He continues to stare at you and you look away. “Why are you staring at me?”

“You’re just really pretty.” He doesn’t seem surprised at all by his own comment, but you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you become more and more flustered.

“I- You- Ah…” He grins at the state you’re in and all you can manage is a rushed, “Goodnight, Lucas!” before you quickly turn around and make your way into your building. Behind the closed door of your apartment, you slide down the door and lean your head against the wood, feeling your heart beat wildly in your chest. That night, your thoughts are filled with his soft brown hair under the city lights and the way his voice sounded as he called you pretty.

The next day, you pretend like the incident never happened and things proceed as normal. He comes in to work, you teach him about hyacinths, and he teaches you something in Chinese. Except, this time, as closing time comes, he doesn’t leave. “Lucas,” you call from behind the counter, “I’m closing up shop soon.”

“Okay,” he says back, starting to pack up his class materials. A minute later, he’s joining you at the front register. “What can I do to help?” “What? You can just go home.”

“You told me I could help you. You said so yesterday.” The foggy conversation returns to you slowly and you want to slap your past self.

“I was half asleep, Lucas-” You try to argue, but he cuts you off.

“Doesn’t matter,” he says smugly, “You already said yes. Tell me what to do.” You know by now that there isn’t much use in fighting him on things like this and you suppose a little bit of help wouldn’t be bad from time to time…

From then on, whenever he stays, you give him small tasks like sweeping or changing the water for different flowers. You don’t want to admit it at first, but it really does make things easier on you to have someone helping you like that. As you work, you keep pleasant conversation and you can’t help but think that you really like Lucas. He fits in well with your flowers, you think.

“I should basically hire you at this point,” you joke one night, closing and locking your money safe. You watch him as he finishes sweeping, noting how his appearance doesn’t really match the task that he’s doing - his hair is styled up today and his outfit is slightly higher end than usual, but he’s still your Lucas.

“I do spend a lot of time here, don’t I?” He smiles as he works. “This is my favorite place.” Your heart warms at the statement. For him to consider your shop as his favorite place - it means the world to you. When you’d be so uncertain about your life and feelings before, the pieces finally feel like they’re coming together.

“I’m glad you’re here all the time,” you admit quietly. He walks you home again that night, filling the space between you with cheerful chatter, and the city seems to smile down on you.

The next day that he comes in, he’s serious, and you’ve learned from your time with him that Lucas is hardly ever serious. You try to keep your usual chatter going with him, but he seems preoccupied and your usual talk fades away for the first while he’s there. “I have something to tell you,” he finally says, his face oddly serious.

“Oh,” you say quietly, meeting his eyes. “What is it?”

“You’ll see.” The serious look stays on his face and he turns, beginning to walk around the store and collect various flowers. With each display he stops in front of, he carefully selects what he wants. You can tell he isn’t just going willy-nilly; his choices are very particular. Aster: love, daintiness. Deep red carnations: love, affection. Gardenias: secret love. Honeysuckle: bonds of love, affection. With each flower he gathers, your heart beats harder in your chest. You taught him the meaning of all of them. You know he’s not stupid - at least, not always - so, you’re almost certain he knows exactly what he’s saying as he picks out each flower. Finally, he stops in front of the rose display, the first place you ever saw him. He adds some red roses to the bunch in his hands - love. You’re frozen in place, eyes wide as he comes back to you. “These are for you.”

“You’re offering me the flowers I sell in my own shop?” You jitter nervously, praying you’re not misreading him. You like him, god, do you like him, and it would break your heart if he isn’t telling you what you hope he is. He just stares at you, eyes intense as you’ve ever seen them. Slowly, you force yourself to say the words. “You… have feelings for me?”

He nods. “Yes. Yes, that’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

In that moment, your heart bursts with happiness. This boy who you’ve grown to love over the last few months, this boy who has listened to your every passionate word, this boy who you’ve shared your deep feelings with and who has given you his own in return - he likes you back. “I…” you start, suddenly choking on your own emotions and unable to find the words. Slowly, you reach out, accepting the bouquet from him and trying to regain your grip on spoken language. “I would go find some other flowers to answer you properly, but I’m honestly too happy to move right now. I think we feel the same way, Lucas.”

His face remains serious for a moment before what you said fully sets in and then, suddenly, he’s cracking the biggest, brightest smile you’ve ever seen. You think that the sunflowers at the other end of your shop would have turned to face him if they saw it. “Does that make you my girlfriend now?” His words are so fast, so eager that they seem to trip over themselves at first.

“I guess it does.” You return his smile, clutching the flowers tighter as you let your emotions flow freely, finally blooming after they took root in your heart so long ago. In a flash, he’s pressing his lips to yours, kissing the smile off of your face, and claiming your lips as his own. The flowers drop from your hands as you recover from your shock and kiss him back. When he pulls away, the smile on his lips is still there and he can’t help but take your hands in his own. This time, when your hands touch, you don’t shy away. This time, you can’t look away from his big, brown eyes.

This time, your cheeks glow a different kind of rose.

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heonythighs · 6 years ago

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You watched as Yukhei kissed shamelessly up and down your legs deperately, but trying so hard to control himself. His plush lips pressing against your smooth skin. When he snaked a hand in between his thighs, you pushed him back with your outstrectched foot, knocking him backwards.

"Dumb puppy. What did I say about touching?"

He cowered.

"You told me not to touch myself, mommy."

At this point you were standing over him, he was on his back, propped up by his elbows. Bending over to look him in the eyes, you scowled at him.

"Am I going to have to tie you up, puppy?"

You watched as his eyes began to prick with tears. In no time, he was on his knees, slightly bent backwards with his wrists tied to his ankles. He was whimpering, pitifully, crying out for you to please touch him. And there you sat, on your armchair in front of him; fingers teasing your soaked folds as you dripped arousal onto the leather beneath you. Moaning shamelessly, you put on a show for your baby, his neglected cock swollen and dripping.

"Please mommy! I'll be good I just want to make you feel good- Mommy please!!"

He was crying now, tears streaking down his reddened cheeks as he squirmed in place, desperately trying to get friction to his aching cock. You hummed.

"What's your color baby?"

"Green!"

he almost screamed his answer, watching as you slipped a third finger into your dripping pussy. You moaned deep in your throat, tipping your head back to rest on the back of your chair.

"Good boy"

Yukhei x mommy kink

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fictioncizen · 6 years ago

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I like you

Characters: Lucas x very insecure Reader with trust issues

Genre: fluff + angst

Word count: 1.720

You and your friends were the weirdos of the school, the people the others didn‘t really care about. But well, to be fair, neither did you care about all the drama going on everywhere. It was always like you had your own small special bubble. You had yourselves and your small bubble and were the happiest just living your lives peacefully. Your friends and you were all kind of weird in your own ways, but still you worked perfectly together. You were weirdos who have found each other and became family. You loved your friends very much, they were the only ones who you felt comfortable with to be yourself, the only ones you let in to see behind your walls.

Lucas was the popular kid, loved by everyone and loving everyone. He was nice to all of the students and talked with all of them, making friends everywhere. There was no such thing as social groups for him. He could belong everywhere, even in your weird group. Occasionally he would come sit with you guys and talk and joke around. He was so interested in people of all kind, it was so pure. Popularity and such was rather unimportant for him, he just wanted to be happy and interact with people, never judging anyone for anything.

Since the day you first met him, he intrigued you. His handsome face with his beautiful bright smile and his deep ass voice combined with his tall figure made him very pleasant to look at and listen to. That was what pulled your attention towards him. What intrigued you was his outgoing, happy and confident personality. His personality was everything you ever wished to be. It amazed you how he could be so self-assured and make friends this easily. Sometimes you thought how amazing it would be if you could just have a small part of his confidence.

And well, with time you started developing a crush on this pure-hearted boy. You hated it, though, developing crushes. You hated it, because you always knew it would end unhappily. You knew your shy and awkward self would never take action yourself and you definitely knew your crush would never feel the same way.

Therefore when you have a crush on someone you tend to act cold and be very stiff, convincing yourself that you do not like them. And as time passes and the small chance of getting together sinks even more, the crush slowly dies down.

Lucas, however, started to get feelings himself. You were different. Nothing like all the other people. So he started to get interested. He wanted to get to know the side of you that you only showed to the people close to you. Every time he saw you being totally different and comfortable when you were only with your friends and then totally change again when there were other people you didn‘t know so well, made him even more curious and intent on getting to know that side of you that was only meant for a few chosen ones to see. He wanted to get you to open up to him.

And with time he thought that you did slowly open up to him. Everyday he came to school he was curious what new thing he would find out about you today. But then you suddenly started distancing yourself again. It was almost like he could see your protective walls being rebuilt between you two. It hurt him so much and he didn’t even know why. He thought you finally warmed up to him but apparently not.

So there he was sitting in the cafeteria on the usual table of his friends and him, sunken in his thoughts about you till Kun pulled him out of them back to reality.

„You‘re staring at her again, Xuxi.“

It surprised him. Was he really staring at her? „I am?“

Kun just answered with an „Mhmm“ and a nod.

Then Taeyong chimed into the conversation: „You like her, don‘t you?“

That question baffled him totally. „I do?“

Lucas was so confused, he didn’t understand anything anymore. Is this the reason why he was thinking about you so much lately?

„How do you feel when you think about her? Are you curious? Do you want to know all about her? Spend as much time as possible with her? If you feel warm and happy while thinking about her you most probably do like her.“ Johnny was known as a romantic person. He knew all about love and such.

And Lucas had to realize that he indeed did feel all of the things Johnny mentioned while thinking about her. „Yes, then I do like Y/N“ he murmured while all kinds of emotions flooded him. That was the answer to all he did feel lately. The answer to everything he did not understand.

He got up from his chair. „I have to tell her.“ Now that he knew what was going on, now that he understood his feelings, he had to let you know.

„Now?“ Chenle exclaimed. Some thought their friend group was rather weird, with being of so many ages and rather different. But they were all in the music club of the school. That is where they got to know each other. And that is where they befriended each other, now being the closest of friends. Their passion brought them all together.

Lucas didn‘t answer Chenle, he just started walking towards your table.

You saw him approaching your friends and you. Something was different, though. There was so much determination in his steps. It looked as if not even a flood could stop him from reaching his destination.

In a few big steps he arrived at your table. His gaze was fixated on you. „Y/N, I need to tell you something.“

„Oh, Ok, what is it, Lucas?“ You looked at him expectantly. What could be that important that he left his food just to talk to you?

„Alone maybe?“ He started to fidget a little.

„Alright“ He already was on his way to an abandoned corner of the cafeteria. You followed him confusedly.

He suddenly stopped, you almost crashed into him. He whipped around and even before you could collect yourself from the surprise you got by his rash movements, he exclaimed. „I like you, Y/N.“

You were blank, you couldn’t comprehend what he just said. Did you hear him correctly? But you did, he really did say that he liked you. You were totally incredulous.

„Mhm, of course you do, Lucas“ You turned on your heel and started to go back to your table.

You couldn’t believe what he said, you were disappointed. You thought he was nice, not the heartbreaker people expected him to be. But apparently you were wrong. You were pretty sure he did this because of a bet. While you were at your table you saw him and his friends out of the corner of your eye stealing glances at you. Now you knew what they were talking about, they had been discussing this.

But before you could leave Lucas he grabbed you by your arm. „Wait, Y/N, please, I‘m not lying. I‘m telling you the truth. Why don‘t you believe me?“

You didn’t answer, you couldn’t. You just did not believe that someone would develop a crush on you, especially someone like him.

Lucas sighed, he looked sad and scared, you didn’t understand why though. „I‘ll prove it to you, Y/N. I‘ll be around you whenever I can. I won‘t leave your side till you finally believe me when I say I like you. Please, Y/N, let me prove it to you.“

You stopped for a second. Would he really go that far just for a bet? You were confused and did not understand, however, you were pretty certain that he did not like you like he said.

Nevertheless, Lucas kept his word. He was with you whenever he could. You would find him waiting in front of the school everyday to enter the school with you. Whenever you had classes with each other he would make sure to sit next to you. At lunch he would always sit with you and your friends. And after classes were over he would accompany you home. One day when he couldn’t come to school he sent you messages all day, making up for his absence. He would try to spend the weekends with you as well. He would be present all the time in any way possible.

You had to admit, he was very diligent. And while spending so much time with him you kinda started warming up to him again. Your feelings which you tried so hard to suppress started blossoming again. And while you were happy about spending so much time with him, there was always this ever present fear of him suddenly disappearing, getting sick of spending so much time with you, finally telling you that it all was indeed just a bet.

But that fear blurred away with the passing days, together with the many doubts you had. Such as your self-doubts. Lucas and his presence would make you stop hate yourself and while the days pass you would learn to love yourself. You weren’t sure whether Lucas did that intentionally or whether it was just another benefit of spending so much time with this loving being, but you definitely knew it was all thanks to him. He managed to help you achieve the goal that you tried to reach for so long. You were so thankful to him for doing so. This all led to your feelings for him growing even more and your doubts and distrust withering away.

So after a few weeks of him being your own personal stalker when Lucas would send you one of his daily good night wishes which he always accompanies with a confession of his feelings you would finally believe him. You would stop doubting his words and trust Lucas. And you would not be afraid to express your feelings.

„I like you, too.“

-🦄

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dotbammie · 6 years ago

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boyfriend!yukhei

Author’s Note: hello my little babies! It’s truly been forever since i have posted, so hello!! It’s nice to post again, i really did miss it. i’m not sure how often I will be posting, whether it will be a week or a month or a year from now, but I wanted to get this post out there because it’s been plaguing my mind! Xuxi/yukhei/lucas is my age and i often think of how he would be like in a relationship, so enjoy~

xoxo Sara

hooooo god

where do i even start with this boy

okay so we all know

nctzens know

nct knows

Obama knows

the whole world knows

Yukhei is a natural flirt. 100%. without an inkling in my mind

and he always talks biiiiiiig talk when he goes on VLIVE with members

but some part of me feels like he would be sort of... shy when he likes someone?

i mean, not like so shy as in to stay away from them

he’s not about that

but shy as in maybe toning himself down a bit?

so he won't scare you off ya feel

but like he’ll start to like you and basically everyone picks up on it

but you

yes the classic every-love-story-ever cliche. next.

anyways

but yES everyone realized it quickly and were like OOOOO SHIT

AMMO FOR TEASING YUKHEI? GOOD SHIT

SIGN ME THE F R I C K UP

so they'd always invite you over

you'd prolly be friends with mark because hello

hes the same age as yukhei

judging on age id say y'all were in college and you probably met yukhei through mark but tHATS BESIDES THE POINT STAY ON TRACK SARA GOD

a n y w a y s

but yeah like everyone would constantly be like hEY Y/N Y DONT U COME OVER

and yukhei would b like AAAAAAAAAA on the inside

but :^) on the outside

(that face translates to ‘im low-key dying but highkey cannot express it at this moment)

and i feel like at some point he'd be like. shits gotta stop

i gotta either cut these feelings OFF or HARNESS THE POTENTIAL

and he'd be SOOO nervous but like

laughing type nervous

when he confesses to you

and hes like “yEAh i liKe you but likE so what man like its cool its fine its whatever”

cue literally all of the older members face-palming because yukhei slipped “man” in his confession

but of course u like the big goof anyway so you accept the confession! yay!

and now onto the good stuff uwu

once he got past the whole “lets tone it down so i dont scare them away” thing you KNOW hes gonna be like all over you

probably showing you off

“have you guys met my s/o?”

“look at how cute my s/o is”

“this is my s/o no one elses”

low-key possessive but not in a bad way where he doesnt want you around anyone else

can 100% share you with anyone but likes the fact that you hold his hand and hug him and stuff and you dont do it with anyone else

big uwu baby

the bigger they are the harder they uwu in my opinion

always wanting to hold your hand. always

always worrying about your wellbeing

“have you eaten today?” “are you cold?” “are you stressed? “youre happy right?”

is the literal definition of Big Baby™ and will just melt when you guys cuddle

likes to play with your hair

“you smell nice”

teaching you one of the FIVE DAMN LANGUAGES HE KNOWS

SMART BOI

but also stoopid boi

flirts with you every five seconds to the point where youre like xuxi.stop.

idk what you like to call him (like if you call him lucas or yukhei or xuxi) but he'd probably d i e if you gave him a nickname

whats a good nickname for him idk dshidjshkas just give him one he loves those

really playful so i feel like you'd constantly be tossed over his shoulder

like youre play fighting with him or like

he just wants to snuggle so he’ll pick you up and whisk u away

wow a prince

also super strong and likes to work out

the type of flirtatious little shit where he’d like tell u to help him do sit ups and kiss you every time her comes up

ugh i hate that i imagined that so perfectly WHY is he like that

hearing that giggle all the time

you know what giggle im talking about

ohmyGOD seeing his cute little smile all the time because you genuinely make him the happiest boy alive and he constantly wonders how an angel like you likes him

okay i gotta stop im gonna get soft for him now this is NOT the PLAN i am LOYAL TO ******

okay bYE

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na-cafe · 2 years ago

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List of days ☕

(Okay... My first attempt to do something like this, yeah. Stories will be short like drabbles and some slightly longer than that but doubt, hehe. Enjoy!)

Day 1 = [ Taeyong ]

Day 2 = [ Taeil ]

Day 3 = [ Johnny ]

Day 4 = [ Yuta ]

Day 5 = [ Kun ]

Day 6 = [ Doyoung ]

Day 7 = [ Ten ]

Day 8 = [ Jaehyun ]

Day 9 = [ Winwin ]

Day 10 = [ Jungwoo ]

Day 11 = [ Lucas ]

Day 12 = [ Mark ]

Day 13 = [ Xiaojun ]

Day 14 = [ Hendery ]

Day 15 = [ Renjun ]

Day 16 = [ Jeno ]

Day 17 = [ Haechan ]

Day 18 = [ Jaemin ]

Day 19 = [ Yangyang ]

Day 20 = [ Shotaro ]

Day 21 = [ Sungchan ]

Day 22 = [ Chenle ]

Day 23 = [ Jisung ]

Day 24 = [ ?? ]

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otptings · 3 years ago

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Accidental Voyeurism

⌦Idol: Wayv

⌦requested: yessss Hiii! I’m not sure if you’ve done this before, but can i get a WayV reaction where they’re getting heated up with their s/o but then another member walks in? Thank you!

⌦word count: 1.7k+

⌦genre: nsfw (18+) (not each one is sexual thought)

⌦warning: unprotected sex, accidental voyeurism, exhibitionsim (Yangyang, Hendery), choking (Lucas)

⌦synopsis: member walking in during intimate times

⌦a/n: listen, I know hendery's is long, but in my defense I wrote exhibitionism, so I had to have exhibitionism. also have y'all seen the video of YangYang pulling his jacket down and body rolling completely unprompted? cause that now lives rent free in my head. if you liked this reaction requests are open for NCT, SVT, Enhypen and Treasure. please like, reblog, or donate to my Ko-Fi or cash app in my bio. thank you 💞

Kun

Face - mind - body practically red

He’s embarrassed

Would instantly stop

Apologize to you, and the unfortunate member that walked in

Sexy mode? Completely gone

Would take a year for this man to feel comfortable enough to have sex in the dorms again

“My baby’s so loud. Want everyone to hear huh?” Kun’s teasing tone was deadly, especially while he was two fingers in your cunt, fingers massaging your walls. Your grip on Kun’s wrist was tight, biting your lip to hide your moans.

“Kun.” All you could do was whimper at his palm rubbing over your clit, thighs shaking from trying to prevent them from closing around his wrist in fear he’ll pull away. “Please.”

“Begging already? We just started.” Your next moan was swallowed by Kun, his lips covering yours. There was no way for you to kiss him back, too overwhelmed. Kun’s teasing words in your ears were enough for neither of you to hear the door open, Winwin gasping was all it took for you two to pull apart. Kun didn’t move, covering your exposed cunt and yelling out a ‘sorry’ as Winwin slammed the door behind him.

“Should’ve locked the fucking door.”

Ten

Would not give one fuck

He’d stop out of respect for you

Instantly annoyed by the member

Would make that member’s life miserable for a week as pay back

He’d still be ready to go

But would stop if you were embarrassed

“So good for me.” Ten’s grip on your hair tightened while guiding you up and down his cock. Looking up through your lashes you keened at the sight of Ten throwing his head back, hickey’s lining his chest. Knowing that you were the reason why Ten was moaning loudly. “Close baby.” Ten softly thrust up into your mouth, groaning as you ran your tongue under the head of his cock, tracing the veins.

“Hey Ten did you see Lou-” The door burst open, revealing Hendery standing in the door frame, mouth open at the sight of you going down on Ten. You pulled off, cringing at the obscene pop while Ten tossed a blanket over both of you.

“Get out.” Hendery squeaked out a sorry before slamming the door shut, his footsteps retreating down the hallway. Ten groaned, running his hands down his face, his cock was still hard and now throbbing because of the unintentional edging.

“Are you okay baby?”

WinWin

Same as Kun

Bright red, and embarrassed

Instantly turned off, dick on soft

He’d be more scarred than the member that walked in

“We’re gonna be late for practice, hurry u-” Yep, that’s you. You’re probably remembering how you ended up here.

Truly it’s not your fault. How were you ever supposed to say no to him asking for a quickie? Especially in his sleeveless top and sweatpants that made him look delectable. By the time he pressed you against his room door and placed sloppy kisses along your neck you were putty in his hands. It took all of 5 minutes for your pants to be discarded, you’d later see they were hanging off his desk chair, and your hands carding through his hair, sighing as his tongue flicked over your clit.

“Sicheng, please.” Sicheng may be shy everywhere else, but never in the bedroom. Now, as he looked up at you from his spot between his legs, smirking as your arousal covered his chin you wondered how you ever thought he was innocent.

He was about to return to his task right as the door knob twisted, and Xiao halted at the scene in front of him, words dying out as his cheeks grew bright red.

“Sorry.” You would’ve found the scene funny, Xiao’s voice cracking before slamming the door shut, but Sicheng seemed to be stuck.

“Sicheng?”

“I can never face him again.”

Lucas

Would not care

Not all

No embarrassment

Would shoo them out

His only waver would be to ask if you were okay

Then he’d thrust right back into you if you were okay

Free time with Lucas is something that is rarely gifted, so every second you can get alone is cherished. This was supposed to be a simple movie night with the rest of the boys, celebrating their successful comeback and the return of WinWin and Lucas to Korea. Fortunately Lucas had different plans when he led you into the room, pulling you to straddle his lap as he dropped onto his bed. This was a pleasant surprise.

“I’ve missed you.” Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him into a kiss, which Lucas took no time to deepen by licking at the seams of your lip. Pulling away Lucas only chuckled at your already fucked out expression.

“Show me how much.” You took no time to slide off the bed, seating yourself in between his legs. Lifting his hips up Lucas helped you push down his sweatpants, releasing his pretty cock. Swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock you sighed at the taste of his pre cum, you hadn’t realized just how severely you missed the feel of his cock on your tongue until you took him as deep as you could.

It wasn’t until you reached the base, taking breaths through your nose that the door burst open, causing Lucas to accidentally thrust deeper into your throat making you choke. Pulling off you were too focused on the tears running down your face as you coughed to realize that it was Hendery in the doorway.

“Just wanted to say the movie started.” Hendery awkwardly laughed before racing out of the room, leaving Lucas to make sure you were okay after choking on his cock.

Xiaojun

Would be super embarrassed

Maybe not as red as Kun and Winwin

Wouldn’t stop though

I mean, his dick would still be hard so why stop?

He’d have post nut clarity that when all of the embarrassment hits

“It is okay Xiao.” Biting your lip you tried to hide your laughs. Xiao needed you to comfort him, but the situation was terribly funny.

“It’s not. I won’t be able to look at them again.” His voice was muffled from the pillow, and you knew that if you could see his face an embarrassed flushed would be present.

“It wasn’t that bad. Remember when you walked in on Lucas?” That was one for the books.

“That doesn’t mean he had to walk in on me.” At his whining you couldn’t help but laugh, a loud guffaw that only made Xiao more flustered. “Leave me alone.” Xiao jokingly pushed you away from him, causing you to fall down on the bed beside him, still giggling.

“Come on. The post nut clarity was that strong? You didn’t even stop.” Xiao couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “I swear you went faster after Lucas walked in.”

“My dick was still hard, it’s not my fault.”

Hendery

If you dated Hendery you’d probably be a crackhead like him

Both of you would laugh over it

Prolly jokingly call out sorry for the poor member

But definitely continue

Exhibitionism kink? Either one or both of you got hornier from it

You thought the dorm was empty. That’s the only reason why you agreed to join Hendery in the shower, knowing how it’ll end up.

It did start off innocent thought, both of you sharing a sweet moment alone, pressing chaste kisses underneath the warm stream of water. Until Hendery decided that he wasn’t going to waste his only free time with you, pressing you against the wall and placing kisses along your neck and collarbone, leaving marks along your exposed skin.

There was no way you’d be bothered enough to hide your moans, especially when Hendery was rubbing his cockhead around your hole, teasing you while his other hand played with your nipple, pinching and twisting it until it was erect.

“Hendery.” He laughed before finally slipping in, groaning at the feeling of pulling him in. You let out a high pitched moan at the stretch, haven’t been able to have him like that for days.

“What’s all that noise?” Famous last words.

Thank god the curtain was closed, because before either of you could react the bathroom door opened. “Hendery.”

“Kind of busy Ten.” You zoned out on their conversation, especially when Hendery was still slowly grinding against you, the tip of his cock rubbing over your g spot and you couldn’t help but clench around him. Ten was so close to the shower curtain, and all he had to do was pull it back even a little bit to see your compromised position. Hendery’s hand slid up to cover your mouth, as he started thrusting into you, still talking to Ten all the while. You felt your eyes roll back when Ten finally left the bathroom, the door closing behind with a click behind him.

“You liked him being so close huh?” Hendery uncovered your mouth and all you could do was whimper.

This was new, and he’d be damned if he didn’t use it to his advantage.

Yangyang

Would not stop

Literally

Would continue to fuck you

Even while they’re standing in the doorway

That member is now traumatized and cannot look at YangYang the same way

He just gives off big dick energy, would you expect him to stop?

You are lucky. There’s no other way to phrase it. You’ve hit the absolute jackspot, and can only thank god as YangYang grabs your throat and pulls you up so that your back hits his chest, thrusts now angled to perfectly hit your g spot every time.

The only way to describe this was euphoric. You felt your lip split due to how hard you were biting, copper flooding your mouth but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“You like that baby? S’tight for me.” The moan you let out was pornagraphic, and not quiet in any way. That’s what caused Kun to open the shared bedroom door, an obvious frown on his face that quickly melted away to shock at your compromised position. You closed your eyes reflexively, expecting YangYang to stop or even slow down, but you really didn’t want him to. Your orgasm was so close, and who knows how much longer YangYang would go if you stopped due to your unexpected guest.

Thankfully, he didn’t stop. Only staring at Kun until he squeaked out an apology and slammed the door shut behind him.

That’s a problem for a different day, for now all you could focus on was the wonderful feeling of your toes curling as your orgasm finally washed over you.

#kpop smut #kpop reactions #wayv reactions #qian kun #ten lee #ten chittaphon #winwin #dong sicheng #wong lucas #wong xuxi #wong yukhei #Xiao dejun #yangyang #hendery #wong kunhang #reader x idol #kpop imagines

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writemekpop · 3 years ago

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Bad Boys Do It Better | Wong Yukhei (Lucas)

Pairing: Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x Reader

Summary: Your first date with Lucas is heating up... till he reveals a shocking secret...

Genre: Suggestive ;)

Word Count: 0.9k

Gif: @nctaezen

The first date was a test. And you, Y/n L/n, had just three simple requirements for the perfect man:

a) He opened the car door for you

b) He paid for the meal (this is London, not frickin' Amsterdam, babe)

c) You had sex on the first date

Okay, c) was a unique requirement. But you had to make sure that the D was worth cashing in on. At age 23, you'd already dated too many charmers who let down their pants to reveal… damp string cheese.

But tonight, your system was failing. Because Lucas Wong had failed every single requirement so far... and you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

How could you resist him? Everything about Lucas was bursting at the seams. His 6-foot height... his chocolatey, lickable muscles... and the literal bulge in his trousers, that was no joke.

After a meal at McDonalds (“I mean, come on, who wants to eat fancy food off tiny plates that leave you starving?” he said), you were in the bus, shivering in your glittery bodycon dress.

"What do you do, again?" you asked.

"I'm basically a police officer," Lucas replied, smirking. He put his arm over your shoulder and pulled you towards him.

“Sweet! You went to the academy and everything?” you said, heart racing at the firmness of his pecs.

"I keep law and order in the Harmony night club, ya know? It can get rough in there..."

Your heart dropped. "So you're a bouncer.”

Brilliant. Another deadbeat.

But, by the time you made it to the 28th floor of his block of flats, you were putty in his fingers. Not his job, not his manners, nothing could ruin Lucas in your eyes.

Only, as he dug for the keys in his baggy jeans, Lucas told you something that changed everything.

Something that should have sent you sprinting back down the stairs.

Something that should have popped you on the next flight to Antarctica.

Something that should have, at least, made you say, “What the fuckin’ hell?”

Eyes still fixed on his pocket, Lucas said:

"Oh, did I say I have a kid?"

Your mouth dropped open. You wanted a man who could take care of you, not a one-way-road to dirty nappies, debt and a dead-end future.

But, deep down, you knew that you weren’t going to run off. Because you were hopelessly smitten with Lucas Wong.

So you just forced a bright smile, and said, "No problem, babes!"

Anyway, you were soon way too distracted to worry about that.

Because Lucas spun you through the tiny flat into his bedroom, artfully slammed the door shut with his foot, lay you on the bed and, hovering over you, whispered, "At least you can call me... daddy."

Giggling like a teenager, you tried to slap his shoulder. It ended up as more of a tap - you could barely move under his weight.

The sheets rustled as Lucas leaned down to kiss your lips.

As you kissed, his heavy breaths warmed your face, and you felt his large hand slide down to grab your butt. When he did, you moaned - you actually moaned into the kiss. You were meant to be composed! Who was this girl who was already begging for Lucas's hand to slip under your dress and up your thigh?

You were still dizzy when you heard something: A tiny whimper.

Lucas jolted out of the bed like he had been electrocuted, and sprung to the corner where a tiny plastic cot held...his baby?

You rolled your eyes, feeling naked on the bed, abandoned without so much as a 'sorry'. Your desire for Lucas pulsed furiously between your thighs. Talk about a cock blocker...

Finally, you had the chance to eye the small room around you. The walls contained one faded Chinese calendar, a tiny, framed photo of Lucas and his baby, and about a million ripped out pages of Playboy depicting half-naked women. Talk about cheap!

In a moment, Lucas was back in your arms.

"Sorry," he said. You prepared to be angry, but soon he was placing wet, hungry kisses down the side of your neck and all was forgotten. You lay back and focussed the feeling of his hardness against your thigh and the irresistible urge to grind your hips against his....

Another whimper. Lucas sprang out of bed again, leaving you to angrily cross your arms.

"Sorry, I think she's hungry", Lucas said, pulling out a bottle and cradling the baby.

After ten minutes of waiting around on the bed, you couldn't take it anymore. "Ugh, maybe this ain't the time," you snapped, smoothing down your dress.

Lucas looked up, his wide brown eyes pleading with yours. "Wait, babe, don't go!"

And for the first time that day, you saw Lucas in a totally new light.

His gorgeous caramel face was almost touching the baby's. As he gently rocked it, you heard him whisper 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. The baby giggled, spit running down its chin. Lucas cooed, and used the edge of his T-shirt to delicately wipe his kid's face clean.

Damn, you had no idea Lucas could be so... gentle. Your stomach twisted as you realised you hadn't even asked her name.

As if reading your thoughts, Lucas calmly said, "Lulu."

You chuckled. "Shame she's a girl, you probably wanted to name her Lucas Junior!"

Lucas chuckled, quietly, so as not to disturb the baby. She nestled into the crook of his huge arm, almost hidden. Your heart swelled at his consideration.

Lucas murmured, "Sorry about this. You can go if you want."

You shook your head, smiling. "You know, I think I might stay a while longer..."

You grinned, "Daddy."

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