#yongsun is a little kid

[r3dblccd]

Secret Santa🎁 @mournus

From Nao to Jongsu ❤️ "Figured you might like something that can be of use. So I made you a blanket to warm you up during the cold nights. The teddy bear is for your kid. Merry Christmas" (but they don't write their name on their little message, they're just gonna leave those there for him when nobody's watching)

From Yongsun to Seth🖤 just don't mind him, he's weird like that in his vampire verse

From Earendill to Kaho🤎 "I made these candles for you and I also saw this candle warmer that looked very nice so decided to might as well go and give you both."

From Azazel to Nachim🩶 continuing the tradition of Zaz gifting Nachim weapons, he found those and thought Nachim would look sexy using these daggers (I feel like this is gonna turn into something completely unrelated to Christmas at some point). He's also gonna get these candles because

From Minsung to Rak🩵 "I've noticed how much you enjoyed when we played games together. The game for these blocks is called Jenga, and the rules are quite simple, I'll show you. I also got you this necklace, thought you might like it when I saw it."

From Arthit to Haru💜 it wouldn't be Arthit if the gift isn't expensive as fuck. Haru is a gem, she deserves to get spoiled

From Hwayoung to Mai💗 cute and practical, she's gonna get this diffuser and napkin holder

From Tai to Taehyun🧡 "Bags are always good to have, right? I hope you like this one."

From Lilith to Leila🤍 she wasn't all too sure what Leila would like, but she thought that these earrings would suit her well

From Toi to Guai 🖤 she thought he might like these

[xhxnne]

And one for Ren to react from Yongsun

Ren tilted his head to one side, just a little. He crossed a leg over the other as he looked at him. "What a nice view, if you could move to the side to let me see it all..." he teased, letting out a soft chuckle. "I'm kidding. May I ask what deserves such a fancy outfit? You look good."

@notfrsale

[caelcstis]

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜ (from Yongsun to whoever fits best ^^)

darker vibes. // @r3dblccd

he was slightly taken aback, unsure if he was bold or simply an idiot.

kangnim bounced between places regarding work - he couldn't stay somewhere too long when too many people went missing as it was. he always feigned being scared that maybe he'd be next and despite his bosses would be upset in losing such a pretty face to use and sell, they let him go.

they never knew that they were talking to a wolf instead of a sheep.

groomed brows raised slightly as he stared down his nose towards the young man. clearly an escort, he didn't even bother hiding it in his words - or the way he was dressed. little did they know that kangnim also worked as an escort on the side of offering his bartending skills. any way to get a quick meal after a bedding, it was a win-win for him.

he snorted, ' don't you kids normally want to scare me off? scared i'll take your sugar daddies? never quite had one hit on me before my first day. '

[hellslittleprince]

Bo was tense for those first seconds, right up until he felt rather than saw Huo arrive with Sha. Knowing they were all there, knowing everyone that needed helping was right where they needed to be, he'd planned to leave. To take himself away and break down out of sight. Because fuck, he had no idea how that was going to go. It felt like bugs crawling under his skin, scurrying and scratching. It felt like tiny needles in his brain, pressing and pulling and pressing again, demanding to be let out in any way possible. It was overhwleming. It was too much. He was sure the only reason he hadn't already broken was that Min was still breathing, if barely.

But then words were being spoken. Ordered, really. Barked, even. And Bo was still, even in all of his messed up glory, a servant. A soldier. And in situations like this, The First outranked him. And so he stayed put. Despite everything, every fibre of his being telling him to leave and run and not look back, he stayed.

Lucifer would punish him later, he was sure of it. That would be his consequence. He had to stay alive long enough for that to happen.

Silently, he started up at Yongsun, but sat on the bench, eyes darker and more void than they'd ever been.

Nix was taking in the carnage even more now, exhaling as he looked over at Huo and Sha, at Min and Byeol on the ground. "Hey, kid?" He said softly, hand brushing through Byeol's hair oh so gently. Cautiously, even. "I'm gonna give you a boost, okay? It'll hurt but.. but only for a second." He promised, carefully shifting to rest Byeol's head in his lap. It was probably safest… last thing he wanted was for the poor guy to get a concussion on top of everything.

Looking up at Yongsun, at Huo, at the empty throne where Lucifer should be… Nix exhaled. Fuck, he needed to find him. How he didn't already know… Nix gave little warning to Byeol after that, one hand on either side of Byeol's head so gently, that the sudden burst of purple-hot energy that surrounded them was like a whip-crack. It was quick, it was brief, but… but he hoped it was enough to keep him ticking over, keep him breathing. Only then did his eyes go back to Min, to the barely-there movement that seemed to send more and more blood trickling from the wound, "I don't mean to rush you guys but..."

There'd been no time. Not in the shock and rush of it all. No time for Hup's gasped 'Bo, wait!' to meet anything more than open air. Brows knit, eyes glowing and stinging as they went to Sha, felt... only hollow, cold emptiness as he hoisted the younger into his arms, appearing in the throne room seconds later, Sha cradled in his arms. He kept him close, until he could will a small cot in the room to lay the younger on, brows knitting painfully as a hand ran through his hair.

"You've gotta be fucking me-" Yongsun all but coughed around his 'snack' as the throne room filled and the frantic emotions and scents filled it twice over. Min with a gaping, delicious smelling chest, a little fire sprite draining himself to keep him alive. One hound down, carried by another he hadn't seen in ages. His own eyes began to glow a gross, bright green again the second they landed on Bo. Fuck he could smell the raw corruption running through him. But it was that cocktail of emotions he could see hovering over the pup's head that was keeping him fed without his little snack.

"You. Here. Now" He stood and walked towards the other, motioning towards himself without a second of hesitation. It wasn't up for debate. The First would take care of Min, that much was obvious. The sprite was weak but not at risk of dying yet- Maybe the pup could help him. Iseul was seated in the corner still, by the cot where Doyun now slept finally stable. So it was a no brainer for the demon, shirtless, dripping blood, where his focus was going to be as his eyes glowed a bright, heavenly green.

"You can tell me what the fuck happened if you want. You can keep that shit to yourself if you want. But right now I'm taking care of you and you're gonna fucking let me. Got that, hotstuff?" He 'asked' as a wave of a hand had a bench appearing beside them, brow raised as he dipped his head to get those hollowed out eyes to look at him.

[moomoo-4-with-sun]

[gaalax]

it’s yong yearning hour for me

[bangchanswolfpelt]

i cannot explain why Minhyuk gives me more yandere vibes than literally any other idol (more than Changbin, Yongsun, Seungcheol, or Joshua, somehow more than Yeonjun or Jungkook even), but like. they are off the chart with this man. 🥴

once you catch his eye, Minhyuk's focus is on you and you alone. his attention is immediate and persistent, probably a little overwhelming—it's not every day you get a straight-up ten ignoring everyone and everything around in favor of you. it's probably a little hard to take him seriously, because he's such a casual flirt, but that just means he needs to work even harder to lock you in.

there's this excruciating fun push-pull where he doesn't want to make the first Real Move because he wants you to want him bad enough to come to him, but Minhyuk also can't hold himself back because he's too impatient (and just a little too hung up on gender roles) to wait on you for very long.

he's not subtle enough to try and bait you with low-light, thotty gym thirst traps on instagram—he sends them directly to you. goes on bold sprees of liking your posts (no, you did not imagine him liking that drunk, slutty selfie you posted from a Taco Bell booth three years ago). not afraid to double or triple text you.

it's not obvious, because he wants to seem cool for you, but Minhyuk's wildly jealous, possessive as hell, and absolutely lives for your praise and affection. his confidence does a fair bit to balance out his jealous streak, though; most of his acting up comes less in the form of him starting fights and more as him sending you extra slutty selfies when he thinks someone else has more of your attention or showing a scandalous amount of affection in public when someone flirts with you while you're out.

Minhyuk will absolutely fuck you somewhere you'll be caught by whoever he feels most threatened by.

he leans service-toppy by default, because all he wants is to ruin you until the only words that can come out of your mouth are ‘Minhyuk’ and ‘please’; will go multiple rounds to make sure he turns you into a whiny, overstimulated mess. he's not mean, but he will tease you for needing him so badly (even though he wouldn't have it any other way).

he'd be just as eager to sub for you, though, if that's what you're into—would love for you to push him around a little, to want him so badly you just lose control. ravishing and somnophilia aren't things he'd think to ask for, but things that would really do it for him.

will not just indulge, but fully dive into whatever kinks you have. he would honestly love it if you were into some truly weird shit—the thought of knowing your most shameful desires, of being able to give you something no one else can or will, absolutely does it for him in a way nothing else can quite compare to.

Minhyuk's simultaneously really into the idea of having a kid with you, because it's something that would tie you together, but also really apprehensive, because it would be someone he'd have to share you with.

if you break up with him, Minhyuk absolutely stalks your social media and tries to catch any little hint of news about you from mutual friends; the moment he gets even the slightest of openings, he's trying to slide back into your life, and he's not even a little bit subtle about it.

reunion sex is wild—anger, possessiveness, desperation, and relief are all fighting for top billing in his head and you get a taste of every single one of them. he marks you up for sure—hands gripping your hips, thighs, wrists until his hand prints are branded into your skin—teeth digging into the soft column of you throat until the proof that he was there blooms across your skin. he talks the whole time, too, needy and agonizing—making promises, begging you to stay, ordering you to stay, asking you if anyone can make you feel the way he does. he switches from punishing to worshipful and back again like flicking a light switch, and every moment of it is genuine and raw.

even if you didn't talk things out beforehand, Minhyuk will take you fucking him again as the two of you getting back together—puttering around your kitchen to brew coffee and fry rice and eggs for you like a sweet little housewife when you get up the next morning—so if that wasn’t the plan for you, good luck. 🥴

[r3dblccd]

"I could guess. Though, we all die in the end, sooner or later." Still, he wondered what it would actually feel like losing someone you truly cared about. Yongsun barely remembered anything about his family, he didn't remember big life events with family all the other kids probably had. He didn't know if he even was on good terms with them, perhaps he wasn't, given the type of 'friends' he befriended before his sudden disappearance, given him getting close with the kind of person Kiji was, given the kind of life he ended up living now. He could guess those much only be the actions of a kid who's tremendously angry at the world, but in reality, didn't really know what he was doing. Yongsun didn't even know if his family was even still alive, or died, or worse - killed by that bastard Kiji. And sometimes it scared him that he didn't care enough about any of that, about finding out the answers behind those question marks. On one side, how was he supposed to care about people he had zero recollection of, especially after experiencing the most traumatizing things in his life; on the other side, what kind of horrible son he was for thinking that way about his own blood, even if he didn't remember them. These polar opposites have always been at war with each other ever since he stepped out of that one hospital. But Gangjae was different. Fuck, Yongsun could even call him more of a family than anyone else, if one managed to make him admit it. He's never let anyone that close to him after having to deal with his piece of shit ex. He cared about Gangjae. And the thought that one day he might not be able to wake up next to him genuinely terrified him, even if he tried not to think about it. But what, what was he supposed to do if somehow Gangjae died before him (Yongsun always told himself and knew that he wouldn't die simply of old age, even before meeting Gangjae)? Was he supposed to just move on? How when he knew that his life would feel even more miserable than before? Trust never came easily for him, then how would he let anybody in after?

He lets the older come into his personal space this time, head tilting slightly to look up at him as their foreheads meet. A small smile spread across his lips. "Oh, I do. I really enjoy your reaction to me being all dolled up, too." So that's what it was all about, huh? Something to keep in mind. But for later. Much like the other, Yongsun also felt rather dissatisfied that their little moment had to be cut short due to the interruption by the couple who joined them in the elevator, especially since they were about to kiss. Despite that, it was also kind of funny if he had to be honest. Yongsun chuckled ever so quietly and lightly leaned his head against Gangjae's arms once he was next to him instead of having him pushed against the mirror. What he told to him caught his attention. He grinned and replied in the same hushed tone. "I don't think I'm the right person for you to be asking me that, love. When I and the girls at the club were paid to literally put rich men on their knees I'm pretty sure that at least half of them were also married, but we were told to not question things too much." He knows, him and dominating in any sort of way was a silly mix, that was a literal oxymoron. But hey, a couple thousand of dollars is still a couple thousand of dollars. Plus, at that time, he didn't have much of a choice, either start working at the club so he could get a nice place to stay at and have food in the fridge or not do it and end up on the streets. As the saying goes, a girl's gotta eat.

 gangjae isn't a shy person . so whenever he does feel a little shy about certain things , he goes incredibly quiet . a far cry from his violent self and loud personality . as far as his mind aids him , he remembers being like this years ago when they celebrated his first cage fight victory in a bar ; there was an older woman with the prettiest eyes he's ever seen , whispering things in his ear , burning his cheeks . cheolsu still mocks him about his silence , about acting like a virgin and well , he was a virgin those times . but yongsun is different — yongsun doesn't back away from a fight , isn't even slightly frightened by his stormy moods and apparently , not weirded out by his quiet shyness . when he comes closer , gangjae breathes out a small laugh , rolling his eyes as he finally looks down at the other .

 ❛ i was doomed by death way before i met you . ❜  perhaps , death marked a day that it was going to take gangjae very soon and it was the day when he begged choi mujin to take him in his gang – on his knees , like a pathetic kid . heavy boots step inside the elevator as eyes openly regard the younger one . oh there'll be quite an amount of ‘ getting checked out ‘ by the strangers and gangjae will have to work on his self control techniques , not that he had any . the doors roll closed behind him , that stupid elevator music starts humming above them as he walks closer to yongsun . trapping him between himself and the mirror , he doesn't use his hands for it but his head is lowered to meet yongsun's eyes until their foreheads touch . ❛ you do enjoy being all dolled up like this , don't you ? ❜  it's a soft confession , hoping it'll be understood why he's been so quiet about the whole thing . the elevator stops when he was mid dive into a kiss , causing him to glance behind himself a little annoyingly before shifting to stand shoulder to shoulder with his lover — another pair of lovers ; french . though married , gangjae knew the woman's wife from work but doubted if they knew much korean or if she knew what he was doing in his spare time . they giggle and chatter in front of them , and gangjae quietly mumbles to yongsun with a growing smirk ; ❛ her husband pays my workers euros to be pegged every night . do you think we should tell her ? ❜

[byulsgrease]

psithurism + solar || off the beaten path

psithurism - the sound of wind in the trees and rustling of leaves

(slice of life?, ~590 words) - event prompt list

a/n: I’m not really sure what this is, as per usual. But I wanted to write about snow because ‘tis the season and I’m probably not gonna get to play in it this year. winter is my favorite season by far

She can't hear much with the pair of earmuffs clamped firmly around her head. Yongsun’s boots crunch satisfyingly in the fresh snow beneath her with a near-squeak in every step anyway. She marches along the rows of evergreens planted in a perfect matrix, mildly disappointed at the sheer lack of variation among them. It’s a tree farm, what had she expected? They're all covered in a layer of glittering white, save for the few that had been shaken by parties before scoping out their perfect fir.

Yongsun briefly ponders on the few lightly dusted trees people chose to linger on, worthy enough of being shaken of snow to get a better look. Happy parents with their kids, looking for the perfect tree to adorn with lights, baubles, and sentimental ornaments? Roommates in their early career or university days looking for a small evergreen to liven up a budding holiday tradition? She smiles at the thought. As to why she's here, pensively pacing the near-endless pines? Tradition. Habit. Something like that. Getting a tree for her place always seems to get her in the holiday spirit, alone or not.

Yongsun removes her earmuffs to cool off a bit, shaking the accumulated snowflakes out of her hair. She winces a little, recoiling at the brisk breeze whistling intermittently by her ears. Fits the mood, at least. Pensive. She continues on, snowflakes taking their sweet time on their descent around her.

She recalls where she was at this time last year, analyzing the intricate geometry of fallen snowflakes on the surface of your black mittens before your collective breaths inevitably melted them away, providing a blank canvas for new ones to observe. You had driven all the way there, the both of you would've left deeply unsatisfied if all you had done was pick a tree and get out. So enjoy the snow you did.

"Can you believe that no two snowflakes are the same?"

Matter-of-factly, you responded, "Honestly, no. But also yes. It's confusing. It's like asking if aliens exist."

"How are those two even related?" she punctuated with a short laugh and a playful shove to your side.

"I dunno, no one's proved aliens exist even though they're probably out there. What are we gonna do, explore every last inch of space? Same thing here— what do people plan to do, analyze every snowflake? I think not." Yongsun nodded in reply, seeing your point. Something else captured her attention shortly after, probably a promising tree that would be just perfect for her place.

But the bittersweet reality is that you’re no longer here. Not for any particularly acrimonious reason, it just wasn't meant to be. But that doesn't matter, because the memory still warms her all the same. As she comes to stop at a tree that miraculously looks different from the rest, a bit spindly and short, she imagines what witty comment you might’ve made to cut through the sound of whistling wind making clumps of snow fall from the trees. Maybe she would’ve dolphin-laughed in reply, as you had come to affectionately call it. She smirks at that, watching her little huff of amusement materialize in a small white cloud in front of her face.

After she unsheathes a small ax from her boot (she always chops her own trees) and starts hacking away, she thinks about her every labored breath as a collection of memories being carried by the wind— silently hoping that you're doing well, bringing your humor and wit to whoever you're with, wherever you are.

[r3dblccd]

what strangely specific scent do you give off?

Minsung - bread being cooled on the stovetop

you are the gentle soul who will welcome everyone into their hearth and home so long as they don't make a deliberate mess of it. you're the porch grandma who offers fresh squeezed lemonade on the hottest day of the year, free of charge. you're the little kid who says the kindest thing when someone needs it, because you don't know what to do elsewise to being honest and blunt. you're the college kid who doesn't get mad at retail workers because those same people were just in your class the other day, half passed out, and they almost cry at the tip you're finally able to leave. you're warm and soft and gentle, and you bring people to you with the feeling of belief and hope.

Yongsun - fresh ink on proper parchment

you give off the impression of someone who always has something to do, something to say, someplace to be and someone to meet. you're always on the move, and you don't know the meaning of slow down. it draws people to you, yes, but they're likely to make a note of how you're impossible to catch up to. it draws people to you the way bugs are drawn to a lamplight. you are the brightest thing around, and they only know how light gives warmth. they tend to not believe that you're anything more than this speed, this light, this perceived warmth, and so you try to run away even faster, keep moving so that they're always at a distance. but one day, that light will fade, and with it, you.

[hellslittleprince]

It wa sall so confusing, so peculiar. To have someone even warn him they were going to move, to check that it was okay was something so entirely new that it almost hurt to process. He had had gentle touches before, though most had come from the pup laying beside them, breathing a little off but gradually evening out as he healed and rested. And yet something about that little warning, about the way those eyes seemed to hold so much that felt so familiar somehow...

That somehow was soon explained, and despite everything Aster was and all the energy that usually buzzed through him making it impossible for him to listen, he... did. Somehow, he did. He was silent, listening attentively, and still trying to keep a fairly neutral expression throughout it all.

But oh, how it got more and more difficult with every word. Soft touches, he may have had. But soft words like these... reassurances, being told that he had tried to make things better, and not being yelled at that he'd made a mistake... It pulled at his chest, made his heart ache and his breath catch and his throat tighten. His eyes, dark as they usually were, flickered a little in the centre with a flame that burned a little brighter with every wound that Yang healed. Even that, a simple flame that his eyes had fallen on as it was made, was warm in a way he had never experienced before.

This... Was this what it felt like to truly have someone who believed you? Who might maybe believe in you? Or understand? Was this what it felt like to maybe experience just an inkling of a home?

God, Wolf was so fucking lucky...

He swallowed, eyes dropping first to Wolf, to the kid who had given him a friend when he needed one most, but who he'd hurt so easily... and then they dropped down to the hand on his chest, to the wounds knitting together. The pressure in his head from the nose bleed had eased, as had the taste of iron in his throat, and only now did he dare to try and find words.

"I don't... I've never really had parents," he started quietly, "Or a family. I'm too different to the others. That makes... It makes Lucifer uncomfortable, I think. And everyone else. Yongsun is... maybe the closest thing, but I think I'm more of an inconvenience than anything, and I..." He was flying too close to the sun. Saying things he shouldn't, sharing weaknesses he couldn't. And so he took a deep breath, and maybe a hint of Aster's usual self peeked through as he said, "Your dad sounds like an asshat..."

Muscles twitched in thought to move-- but paused. Instead his brows knit all over again as he watched and listened and remembered so, so much.

"Aster I... I'm gonna lift my hand, okay? Not to... to hit you or anything like that. I'm just going to put it on your cheek again. You can pull back if you want though, okay?" He hadn't asked before because frankly he wasn't entirely sure Wolf had time for the seconds it would've taken. But they had time now, and it was time that needed to be taken. So a hand rose slowly, fully in view of the other knit brows and hurt, firey eyes and all, before so carefully cupping Aster's cheek.

"Listen, I know you're... shaken up. And I know you don't know much.. if anything about me.. But I know the kind of fear that you have in your eyes. I know the sort of fear that echoes in your brain and stiffens every muscle, tightened every bone and perfects every apology. And you want to know why?" His head tilted as a gentle, campfire of a flame appeared in the palm of his other hand.

"Because of this. Cus of what I am. Nix's half brother, full phoenix. Or moms never knew each other but we were unlucky enough to share a ...." Now his throat closed a little around the word, jaw tightening "..Father.. He was unlucky enough to spend the first.. seven or so years of his life with the fucker. I was unlucky enough to spend about fifteen with him. Up until a few months ago really, my life was steeped in fear and rules and apologies and punishments..." Yang swallowed thickly one more time, the flame gently pressing against Aster's chest, wounds knitting back together faster and warmer than before. Firey eyes grew a touch distant, a touch sullen as he watched each and every one of them.

"I know the look in your eyes because I.. More than half my life that's all I knew. Nix was punished for not being born 'perfect' in his eyes. And I suffered from being born not 'perfect' enough. The properness, classiness, deadliness. I tried it all, and the second I failed, I knew that silence was always so, so much worse than yelling. I've never once died in a fair fight... But I've died at his hands more times than I want to count. As punishment, training, to teach me to claw back to life better than the last." A deep, heavy exhale followed, hand moving from Aster's chest as the wound's nearly healed, so his gaze rose, a pained but honest smile on his lips as he looked at the younger.

"My eyes used to look that hollow too. When the real fear sets in and you're too afraid to even let that show. Gets worse if you let yourself feel the hurt, too, doesn't it? Long story short? I know... these eyes in a way, the emotions behind them. What else do I know?" His head tilted and his smile warmed, thumb grazing a little over Aster's cheek.

"I know how much Wolf adores you. I know he hasn't shut up about you since he met you. I know how happy you make him... And I know how weird that may feel.. having somebody in your life that just makes happiness.. happen. Wolf means the world to me.. And all this is to say that, even if I don't know you much, the people he cares this much about? I care about too. And I look out for people like that. People like you.. I know how that guilt feels. I've hurt....way more people than I've ever wanted to, ever intended to... And I want you to know I'm not going to hurt you, okay? You made a mistake, and you tried to make it better. That is all I care about"

[joyswanandonly]

Babysitter!Moonbyul x Boss!Solar

guess who has risen from the tomb? yeah, me! i may have got too busy with life.. but i'm not dead, i think..? anyways, enough talking(..typing?)! i've had this idea for a while now, so i hope you guys like it! good reading! //

disclaimers: dubcon )

Byulyi approached a rather trembly hand torwards the very intimidatingly big house's doorbell, ringing it before pulling her hand back.

The purple haired girl had seen the advertisement for this part time job while scrolling through her social media a few days ago. It seemed easy, to say the least.. watch over a kid or two from 7 PM until 11 PM during the week, and, of course, this person was willing to pay $25 per hour. Of course this interested Byulyi.. I mean, who wouldn't be interested in this deal? During the day she would go to university, and during the night she would watch some kids.. and, well, she liked children. Sometimes.

After saving the number listed in the ad, Byulyi didn't hesitate to call and chat with the woman on the other side. She gave off a few details, saying that she had an only child named Hana, and that the kid was 5 years old. Byulyi also found out that the woman's name was Yongsun, she didn't think much of it, of course.

Yongsun then confirmed her address for Byulyi, as she had liked the girl's personality just for this little talk they had.. okay? She wasn't trying to judge the woman.

And then back to where she was now, in front of the door. Not so long after ringing the doorbell, it opened wide to reveal a long black haired woman. Byulyi's jaw dropped, was this Yongsun? She was so fucking..

"Hello! You must be Byulyi, right?"

..breathtaking.

"Oh, y-yes," Byulyi scratches the back of her neck nervously. "And you must be Yongsun, correct?"

Yongsun smiles, and Byulyi couldn't help but smile back. It was so contagious.

"I'm glad you're here! The thing is.. Hana fell asleep. But no worries, I'll pay you anyways." She laughs, and Byulyi keeps smiling at Yongsun, dazzled by her bright personality and her beauty. "You can stay with me, if you want."

Byulyi smiles even more at that thought. A night? With her? She gladly stay and spend the now best hours of her life. "Of course I want to, Yongsun. May I come in?"

Yongsun gets out of the way, chuckling at her own stupidity for not letting her come in sooner. "Please do! Make yourself at home." She says happily, walking torwards the living room. Byulyi walks in and closes the door behind her, finding herself surprised once more. But now it was for the inside of the house. It was neatly decorated, and everything seemed so extremely expensive.. she just carefully takes her shoes off and puts them on the corner, walking slowly to not bump into something and lose a kidney to pay for something she accidentally broke.

Byulyi walk into the living room, only to find Yongsun with two wine glasses and a wine bottle on top of the glass center table. "I hope you don't mind taking drinking a little bit of wine with me.. it's been a long time since I had someone over. It's just.. work." She sighs, pouring some for herself and Byulyi, which sits next to Yongsun and takes the wine glass in her hands.. it would be so unpolite to refuse, besides, that wine seemed too good to decline a sip.

"That must be awful." Byulyi mumbles, drinking the red liquid.

"It isn't that bad. At least.. it wasn't always like this." Yongsun stared at the wine whilst speaking, and then gazing over Byulyi. "Sometimes you just.. desire for.. someone, I think." Her eyes glistened, a predatory shine that made Byulyi tremble. Byulyi averts her gaze from Yongsun's, only to feel her presence coming closer and closer. "You're so gorgeous, Byulyi." Yongsun gently caresses her cheek with her thumb.. was she already drunk? With only one glass of wine? You must be joking.

Right?

"Thank you, Yongsun.. I–" she was abruptly interrupted by Yongsun's gentle hand, which was caressing her cheeks so delicately, grasped Byulyi's cheeks and forced her to look at her.. and then, she went in for a kiss. A very hungry kiss, to say the least. The way Yongsun kept wanting more from Byulyi and didn't let go of her.. showed how much she needed this.

Yongsun, when she felt satisfied, let go of Byulyi.. or the mess that was left of her after that kiss. Panting.. smeared lipstick, and somewhat messy hair. Such a pretty thing, Yongsun thought.

Before Byulyi could even think about something to say, Yongsun sat down on top of her and pinned her down. She gets closer to her face, her breath was hot and smelled of alcohol.. Byulyi shivered.

With a whisper, Yongsun so gently.. despite the situation she left Byulyi.

"So cute.. I want more of you, Byulyi."

Byulyi felt Yongsun's knee press against the middle of her legs, making her moan in response.

Without thinking too much, more of a reflex, Byulyi's hands went to Yongsun's waist.. which made the older woman on top of her smile.

"I see you're liking this.. good. Because we have until 11 PM."

And with that, Yongsun kissed her once again.. it was only the beginning of this night, and many more nights that were to come ahead.

[sevlgi]

patient

requested: yes

group: mamamoo

pairing: hwasa x fem!reader

genre: fluff

contents: tattoo artist!hwasa, flustered!reader [15/33]

warnings: none

synopsis: It’s hard for you to be patient about your next tattoo session when your artist is so damn gorgeous.

a/n: um??? I love tattoo aus???? also don’t come at me for the name, I’m not creative

word count: 1.9k

“Elegant Chaos.”

You test the name out on your tongue, staring up at the slightly grimy neon sign of the shop. The entire front is one-way glass, so all you can see is your own reflection and the ones of the people bustling around you.

Before you can make up a decision to open the door to the store or not, someone else does; a pretty brunette woman steps out and smiles at you, crazy beautiful with full lips and crescent-eyes. “Hi. Can I help you?”

“Uh, yeah.” You show her the printed-out address your friend sent you and step a bit closer. “Is this a tattoo shop? I searched the address up but nothing resulted, I was referred by a friend.”

She barely takes a glance at the address before flashing another bright grin. “Oh, yep! This is our tattoo shop, we opened a couple months ago. It’s weird that we’re still not showing up, but oh, well. Want to come in?”

You barely register her quick words but step into the shop after her, the smell of rubbing alcohol, paper, and perfume vaguely stinging your nose. “I’m Solar, the receptionist,” she introduces, walking behind what you presume to be her desk. Out front, some teenagers talk quietly, a tall, dark-haired boy with a sleeve sipping at a banana milk.

“Cool. Uh, I’m Y/N. I don’t have an appointment, is that okay?”

Solar nods, tapping at her phone. “Sure. Jungkook over there is just waiting for Byul to finish her other client, and Wheein is prepping to pierce the kids. Hwasa’s our best artist, anyway, does that sound good?”

Her question startles you from staring at the intricate sketches taped all over the walls, the same 3 signatures stamped everywhere. “What?”

She laughs, though it’s not rude. “We have one artist left, Hwasa, but since you’re referred, you probably don’t have someone in mind, right? You can go to see her now, she’s free.”

“Great. Do I just...?” At Solar’s nod, you walk past her and into the back. The studio’s quite small, to be honest; there are 4 stations, two of them occupied. One of them, who you guess is Byul, is tattooing an elderly man, her sleeves rolled up to reveal the art on her bicep. 

The second, probably Wheein, is wiping down her tools, and she’s the first to notice you. “Hi!” she grins, turning the music blasting from the radio down with her ungloved hand. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah. Solar mentioned that I should come find Hwasa,” you explain, eyes widening at the complicated art being tattooed on the elderly man. “Are you...?”

“No, I’m Wheein.” Ah, so you were right. “This is Byul, she’s a bit preoccupied,” Wheein smiles, dimples poking into her cheeks. “I’ll get Hye- sorry, Hwasa for you.”

She hurries out to the back, and you can hear talking through the open door, before she comes back, the woman you presume to be Hwasa behind her.

Instantly, you’re starstruck; she’s stunning in a way that’s completely unique, long dark hair and tanned skin contrasting beautifully. The only makeup she wears is a bold red lipstick, her tank top showing the delicate tattoos she has. “Hey, I’m Hwasa,” she greets, sticking her hand out. Her nails are long, too.

“Y/N.” You accept the handshake, trying not to stare. “Uh, Solar said you were free for a consultation?”

“Yeah.” She sits at one of the free stations, clearing the things scattered on the table. “So, what’re you looking for? Do you already have a design chosen or am I freehanding?”

You fumble in your bag for a piece of paper, sliding it over to Hwasa. “Um, this is just something my friend drew up for me. I want it pretty small, on my forearm.”

The dark-haired woman shrugs, unfolding the paper. “I could do that. Is this your first tattoo?”

Nodding, you watch as Hwasa taps her long, red-painted nails on the desk. “Okay. Is this part of a sleeve or by itself?”

“Uh, how long would each one take?” To be honest, you have no idea why you said that; you didn’t consider a sleeve at all, though you considered multiple tattoos or a large one. There’s just something about the other woman that makes it impossible for you to think.

She considers the question before answering, “Depends on the size and how many small ones you want to work in for the sleeve, but I’d recommend a separate session for each small square, so maybe 8 or 10. I’ll be done with this in less than 30 minutes, though, if it’s just the one.”

To be honest, the only thing causing you to consider a sleeve is getting to see Hwasa again, and you curse your own attraction to her when you blurt, “Maybe a sleeve? I have to think about the other ones I want to work in, though.”

“Okay. I can just do the one today, and we can schedule another day for you to come in and design the whole thing,” she offers, picking the sketch up. “I’ll go make this into a stencil, then.”

“Sure.”

When she takes the sketch and walks to the back room, you slump down in the chair and pivot to look at the others. You quickly realize how long you were talking with Hwasa; Byul is already working on the coconut-haired boy, and Wheein is already done with the teenagers.

She seems to be the outgoing type, and waves at you while sanitizing her needles and packing her kit up again. “So, how did it go? Are you going to start today?”

“I am, yep. You’re already done with the kids?”

Wheein nods, placing the studs back into their cases. “Yep. They just wanted more lobe piercings, it’s really easy. I’m a tattoo artist, too, but I think the kids like me more. Except for Jungkook over here, they think Byul’s intimidating.”

“I’m not!” the other woman protests, hands still steady as she works on the boy. Her voice is deeper than you’d expect. “You literally call me a hamster.”

Flapping a hand, Wheein flashes you her dimples again. “So, what do you think of Hwasa?”

“Huh?” you blink, brain basically short-circuiting. “Uh, she’s a good artist? I saw some of her sketches, yours too; you’re all really talented.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean. Wait, you’re not straight, are you?” she narrows her eyes at you, scanning you from head to toe. “Maybe my sense is broken, I didn’t peg you for a...”

“I’m not. Straight. I’m a lesbian.” Your cheeks burn to say it aloud, though nobody really reacts, not even Jungkook. “Are you?”

Wheein shrugs, “I mean, I’m attracted to women. All 4 of us are- Hyejin, Byul, Yongsun. Solar, to you. And we make sure everyone who comes in is accepting, we won’t serve bigots.”

For whatever reason, you’re almost relieved to hear that Hwasa’s also attracted to women in some sense, even though it doesn’t necessarily mean that she’s attracted to you. “Oh. That’s cool.”

“Yeah. So, is it just one tattoo or a sleeve?” Her knowing smile puts you off a bit; how did she figure it out? “A lot of girls who come in here change their original idea because of Hyejin-ah. You’re obviously attracted to her, to, so it’s no surprise.”

“Is it really that obvious?” you groan, surprising yourself with how open you’re being about it. “Do you think she knows?”

“Probably,” Wheein giggles, nodding when Solar pokes her head in the studio to tell her something. “Anyway. I’ve got to go, good luck!”

She waves as she leaves, the only noise left in the studio being the quiet music and Jungkook’s quiet talking. He seems just as awkward as you are, lifting his free hand in a half wave.

You’re saved by Hwasa returning with a stencil. “Here. Does that look good?”

She’s modified the original design just the tiniest bit, making the lines a little bit darker and the shading simpler, and it looks... “Perfect.” You grin, a weight on your chest lifted by your conversation with Wheein. “Should we start?”

“Sure.” She brings you over to one of the actual tattoo stations, the seat already smelling sanitized. You can barely listen as she explains what the process will be like- cleaning, the actual tattooing, pain; you finally come to when she asks, “Are you ready?”

“I... yeah. I am.”

It’s quiet until the buzzing of the tattoo gun brings you to life, the tiniest bit of fear sour on your tongue. Hwasa looks concentrated as she peels the stencil off, not exactly reassuring, either. “So. Is there a meaning behind this?”

“Uh, not really. Are there meanings behind yours?” You gasp when the needle first touches your skin, the cold wipe taking off excess ink.

“I have some matching tattoos with Wheein,” Hwasa explains, smiling at the mention of the other girl. “Uh, one is Maria, my Christian name. Wheein has more, but all of us have some kind of meaning behind ours. It’s not bad to have no meaning, though.”

You wince as she continues with the linework, slowly getting used to the pain. “Are you and Wheein...”

She looks up, raising an eyebrow. “Together? No, we’re best friends. I haven’t been with someone in a few years.”

“What’s stopping you?”

Hwasa laughs, wiping your arm once again. “Nothing, I guess. I’m just patient enough to wait for the right person.”

“Patient. Right.”

Conversation flows smoothly, mostly light topics. You learn each other’s ages, and you’re told to call Hwasa ‘Hyejin’ instead. You learn when she got her first tattoo, and when she learned to tattoo others. The more you talk, the more drawn in you are, fascinated by her every word.

The half an hour is over far too fast. “Done,” she announces, smiling as she turns off her gun. “Take a look.”

It looks gorgeous, as expected, though Hwasa plays off your barrage of compliments. “Uh, should I pay now?”

She shrugs, placing saran wrap over your arm. “We’ll go talk with Solar about that, she’s better with pricing than I am. But it probably won’t be much.”

“What? Why?” you frown, examining the tattoo. Usually, discounts only happen when something goes wrong, or you have a coupon. You’re pretty sure neither of those things apply.

Hwasa pauses, turning to send you a small smirk. “Well, the cute ones usually pay less.”

Your heart practically stops, though you force yourself to walk to the front with her. “Besides, you’re probably coming back again soon, right?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah. I think so. When will that be? The next session, I mean.”

She frowns, tapping at the tablet Solar hands her. “You can come in as soon as you’re free to design it, if you want, but you have to wait a bit for the next session, especially if you’re doing the things close together. If you want, I can give you my number.”

At your stricken expression, Hwasa’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “So you can send me ideas, for the sleeve.”

“Ah, of course.” Your cheeks burn as you take out your cash, counting out a surprisingly small amount. “That sounds good. I guess I’ll just have to be patient, then.”

“I guess so. Call me, Y/N,” she smiles, handing your phone back with a new contact in.

Being patient is going to be so damn hard. 

[junquisite]

C’est La vie 9

WORD COUNT : 1.8K

GENRE : Fluff. SIngle Parent! OC AU

WARNING : None. yearning if it’s considered one

PARTS : 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  F

NOTE : Please enjoy one of my favorite fic i have EVER written. Next part is the finale~

It had been three weeks since he asked her about the kiss and she rejected him. He really did understand her reasoning but he wasn't going to give up.

For the first week after being rejected, he figured he should give her some space. And since it was usually either Jimin or Seungyoun picking Jiah up from kindergarten, he couldn't see her for a whole week. Until one evening she herself came to the bakery. Alone.

When he asked her about it, she shrugged and said since she hadn't seen him for a while, she dropped by. It was half an hour before his closing time. So she stayed till he closed up, cleaned up and then he walked her to her place.

Since then it became a sort of ritual for them. She would come around half an hour or more before the closing time and just stay. Either sometimes work, read a book or just sit near the counter and talk to him. Then after closing, she would help him clean up and finally he'll walk her home.

 It was around noon when Sejun got a call from her.

"Hello?" 

"Hey Sejun, Can you do me a huge favour right now?" He heard her say and he agreed.

"What is it?"

"I had an important meeting at the office which got postponed and it's at 1 now. Seungsik is with me and Seungyoun and Jimin are also stuck. Can you please go pick Jiah up?" 

"Sure! It's no hassle Jinae."

"Good. Then I'll call the teacher and tell her your name. Do carry an ID for your identification. I'll text you her school's address." She said and the call ended.

Telling Taesong to handle the bakery, he left to pick Jiah up. 

The kindergarten was a cute little building with a huge playground in front of it and when he reached the school, he saw a pretty young lady waiting at the front, talking to the parents.

He went to her and smiled, " Hi, I'm Lim Sejun, I'm here to pick Jiah?" He said and the teacher nodded.

She went inside the classroom and an excited Jiah came running out of the class and he picked her up and spun her around.

"How are you kiddo? Did you miss me?" He said and she nodded enthusiastically.

"You must be uncle Sejun I presume? I have heard a lot about you since she brought those cupcakes in class." The teacher said and Sejun smiled at her.

"I'm Kim Yongsun. Where exactly is your bakery? I think I would love to drop by!" She said and Sejun shook her hand. After telling her the location of his bakery, he left with Jiah.

In the car, Sejun called Jinae and told her that he would take Jiah to his own apartment and get her freshened up and give her something to eat and to not worry about her.

On the way to home, Jinae spoke up.

"Uncle Sejun, how long is your hair going to stay silver?" 

Sejun shrugged. "I don't know kid. Why?" 

"You said you would dye them blue and I wanna see you in blue hair." Jiah said with a pout and sejun chuckled. Before reaching his apartment, he stopped at a convenience store and bought blue dye and when he told her what he was planning to do, Jiah clapped happily.

When Jinae called him that she was free and she'd come pick Jiah up, he sent her his address and half an hour later, she was ringing his bell.

Sejun opened the door and she was greeted with bright blue hair. She stared at him with an open mouth for a few seconds until she heard Jiah giggling. 

"I told you mommy would like it." She said to Sejun who just ruffled her hair and Jinae felt betrayed by her own daughter and even by her heart when it skipped a beat.

That evening when she went to the cafe and thanked him for picking Jiah up, Sejun mentioned how nice of a teacher Jiah had and how she dropped by in the afternoon to have a coffee, maybe Jinae felt jealous but she was quick to push it away.

 A week goes by and apparently the teacher, Kim Yongsun has become a regular at the bakery and even Jiah knows it because she told Jinae that, "Teacher always has a cup from Uncle Sejun's bakery on her desk every morning."

A few days later, Jinae and Seungyoun stopped by the bakery to grab coffees and as they entered, they saw Yongsun leaning on the counter, twirling her hair with her fingers and flirting BLATANTLY with Sejun who was also smiling at her.

Suddenly Yongsun stood up and ruffled Sejun's hair slightly and then they both chuckled and Seungyoun laughed because he heard Jinae curse under her breath.

"Jealous much?" He asked and she glared at him.

"I can't understand why though. You rejected him yourself so.." Seungyoun trailed off and Jinae elbowed him slightly.

"Not now youn." She muttered and went towards the happy pair.

She heard Youngsun ask Sejun about his plans for the evening when she jumped in the conversation.

"Sejun, hi. Are you doing anything Tonight?" She asked and heard Seungyoun chuckled slightly beside him. She wanted to kick him.

"Uhh.. nothing yet. Why?" Sejun said, looking slightly at Youngsun which she didn't like even one bit.

"Jiah wanted you over. She said she hadn't played with you in so long and she misses you." Jinae lied and she cursed herself for using her own daughter to satisfy her jealousy.

"Oh yeah! I haven't played with kiddo since forever! I'll drop by after closing?" He asked and smiled happily.

She turned towards Yongsun now who had a small smile on her face.

"Miss. Kim, how nice to see you here. What are you doing here?" Jinae asked as Seungyoun placed the order for their coffees.

"Well I tried cupcakes that Jiah brought once and they were really good so I thought I'll have to check this place out. Now that I have started coming here, I can say I like the cupcakes here a lot, among other things." She said, looking at Sejun coming towards them at the last part.

"Other things? What other things?" Jinae asked again even after fully knowing what Yongsun meant. 

"Uhh.. I just do. I'll see you around Jinae, Seungyoun and Sejun!" Yongsun said and left and the guys waved at her.

"I'll get going too. I'll see you in the evening?" Jinae asked and Sejun smiled at her with his dimples showing and god she loved his smile.

 The whole way back home Seungyoun kept snickering and Jinae kept looking outside the window, slightly embarrassed.

When they reached home, Jinae rushed to Jiah and picked her up, said "Jiah, you miss uncle Sejun, don't you?" And the kid nodded.

"Good. He's coming over tonight to play and then have dinner with us." Jinae told her and Jiah clapped happily.

"When did this happen?" Jimin asked from Behind Jiah and Seungyoun laughed loudly.

"Jinae got jealous of Jiah's teacher who was going to ask Sejun out for dinner so she asked him out first. In the name of Jiah obviously." Seungyoun told Jimin who joined him in his laughing.

"I wasn't jealous." Jinae muttered but soon went to the kitchen to prepare for dinner and then clean the house.

Sejun came in the evening and Jiah pulled him away quickly. Jimin and Seungyoun had left already but just before dinner was served, her bell rang and Seungyoun was there with a cake in his hand.

"I wouldn't miss this for anything!" He whispered to her and after announcing loudly that he had cake, joined the table.

The dinner consisted of Seungyoun indirectly teasing Jinae and asking Sejun about the teacher any chance he got and then wincing slightly because Jinae would kick him under the table. 

And then it was time for Sejun to leave and she was hoping for a moment alone with him but he bid her farewell and before she could insist on walking him till the apartment lobby, he left.

 That night, at 11 pm, 2 hours after Sejun had left, she taped a piece of paper to Seungyoun's t-shirt who was crashing at hers that night saying 'going out for some fresh air.' and went out to the diner she last visited with him.

She entered it and weirdly enough, it was empty but she was happy. She took a seat in their booth, the one they sat in a few weeks ago and the same one they used to sit in 10 years ago.

The lady came and smiled at her and asked her for her order. She ordered her usual, strawberry and cream pancake but she sounded choked up, even to herself.

The lady looking at her solemn face asked her what was wrong and it was as if all hell broke loose Because suddenly she couldn't stop the tears. The lady sat down quickly beside her and started running her fingers through her hair to calm her down. 

"I..I really like him but I don't know what to do." She said slowly.

"But you kissed him here sweetheart. The last time you were here." 

It only made Jinae cry harder. 

"I rejected him after that! I don't know why I did that. I have the responsibility of Jiah and I can't do this to her and I did just that but why does it hurt so much then? I..I regret doing that so much! But I was scared and I still am and I don't know what to do anymore!" Jinae said and hid her face in her hands.

The lady just patted her head and said softly, "You know you love Jiah and you're doing a very good job with her. But you have to look out for yourself too Jinae. You owe it to yourself too. Jiah is a smart kid, she'll understand. Tell her and date him if you want to. And I know you want to."

Maybe it was someone saying she wasn't wrong in Liking Sejun or someone telling her she can actually want herself to be happy and it won't be selfish but whatever it was, she smiled at the lady who patted her head and stood up. But she was determined now. She'll tell Sejun how she feels.

The bell rang of the diner suddenly and the lady turned to the door and said, "welcome. Please be seated I'll be there to take your order…" but her voice died down and Jinae looked up from wiping her tears to see why.

Her breath quickened and she couldn't help the shiver that went down her spine.

"Sejun?" 

[moonmoon2102]

A trade is a trade [MoonSun; Post-apocalyptic AU]

Uh... hi?

How are you doing? I hope you’re all healthy!

Part 3 is still on hold as I am incredibly stuck. I’m sincerely sorry about that. I am trying my best to continue because for me, I also want to finish part 3. Until I’m able to do so, here’s a little something for you to read :)

I’m also working on a lot of different AUs, so I write whatever comes to my mind. I won’t post them here since it’s explicit stuff but if I ever find the courage to upload anything on AFF, I may post the link here.

As always: To whoever is taking the time to read this: Thank you and enjoy :)

The tension was so thick Yongsun was sure she would be able to cut it with a knife if she tried. While the leader of the foreign camp was visibly tensed, Byulyi's posture was surprisingly relaxed, evident by the way she had her hands dug into her pockets. Perhaps another way to show she didn't mean any harm.

 "W-where's the medical supplies you promised?" the man asked, Yongsun noticed his voice shaking.

 "All here in the bag," Byulyi calmly replied, "the food?"

 "I want to see the bag!"

 "I promise there's everything you asked for. Our camp keeps their end of the bargain. How about yours?"

 The man gradually became even more agitated, shifting from one leg to the other, glancing behind him to look at two men he had brought with him for back-up.

 "O-of course we have the food. Why... why wouldn't we?" he replied and laughed in a nervous manner.

 "Look, let's both meet in the middle. We can take a look at the goods and then swap if that's what makes you feel more at ease."

 "I uh... a-alright..."

 Byulyi held her hand out towards Yongsun who handed her the small bag with the medical supplies. The dark haired woman nodded at Yong's whispered be careful before she moved to stand where they just agreed on.

 The man followed, the way his hands shook not gone unnoticed by Byulyi. She knew something wasn't quite right. Once he was close enough he reached for the bag in Byulyi's hands who caught his wrist, staring him dead in the eye.

 "Don't do anything stupid. No sudden movements," she hissed, letting go of his wrist to move her hand towards the left side of her chest, tapping it twice with her index finger.

 The other camp leader understood the silent prompt, eyes widening as he could see a red laser dot hovering just above the spot Byulyi had shown him.

 "My sniper is able to shoot off a squirrel's nuts from a fifty miles distance so you better not have any hidden agenda," the dark haired woman warned, "see it as a safety measure. If you suddenly decide to fuck me over."

 The man visibly gulped and nodded to show he understood, glancing at the laser on his chest once more.

 "Now that this is settled," Byulyi opened the bag, letting him take a look inside, "here's what you asked for. Every single bit."

 Byulyi's counterpart let out a low whistle, nodding in approval, albeit not able to hide his surprise that Byulyi had stayed true to her word.

 "You've seen the supplies, I've done my part. It's your turn."

 He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. He was hiding something. "Y-you know... there may be... a problem with the food I promised you."

 Byulyi raised her eyebrows. "What kind of problem? You said there wouldn't be."

 "T-that was before I... checked the supplies... I have... barely any left to feed my own people."

 "You do realize that's gonna minimize the amount of medical supplies you're getting, right?"

 "I... the thing is---"

 Before he could finish his sentence, the bushes behind him rustled which made Byulyi's hand shoot down towards her gun, ready to draw if necessary.

Her eyes widened as a small boy, not older than probably eight, stumbled out from his hiding, running over to cling onto the man's leg. She quickly lifted her right hand to signal Wheein to hold fire and for a moment she was glad her sniper wasn’t one to have a nervous trigger finger.

 "Papa... when can we go? I've been waiting for ages!"

 "Myung!! Didn't I tell you to wait?!"

 "You're bringing a child to a trade?! Are you out if your mind?! What if raiders showed up?! Do you even know how irresponsible that is?!" Byulyi growled, not caring if she crossed the line by berating the man.

 "He's my son! I couldn't leave him at the camp! My wife... is sick, she's the one I need the antibiotics for, she's got an infection and... and," he rambled, "I don't trust others to look after him! Please... don't hurt him!"

 Byulyi looked over her shoulder to see Yongsun having her hands clasped over her mouth. The dark haired woman sighed, slowly squatting down to look at the boy who hid behind his father's leg. She lifted her hand to signal his father she wouldn't hurt him as she saw him open his mouth.

 "Hey... Myung, right?" she softly said and smiled, "your mommy is sick?"

 She watched the little boy nod.

 "And you want her to get better, right?"

 He nodded again.

 "You're a brave little boy for coming all the way out here," Byulyi noted, "you want to help your mama too?"

 "Papa... papa said... we're gonna... get medicine for mama..." Myung answered, obviously not scared of Byulyi.

 'She seems to have a way with children...' Yongsun thought to herself as she watched Byulyi interact with the child. She couldn't quite put her finger on why but somehow this discovery made her heart swell.

 "Listen, Myung. Can I send you off to an important mission?" Byulyi asked, well aware of the father's eyes resting on her, hand ready to draw his weapon.

 "A mission?"

 Byulyi nodded and handed him the bag, "take this to your mother, okay? Don't lose it and keep your eyes on it. All the way back, you hear me?"

  She waited for his response which came with a firm nod.

 "There are pills, white round ones, in there. Make sure you give her one each day until you see the sun rise for the seventh time, including today. Can you do that?"

 "Yes!" Myung looked up at his father, "papa, this lady is nice!"

 Byulyi chuckled and straightened herself, looking at the camp leader who just stared back with his mouth agape.

 "Make sure she drinks enough and keep the wound clean, change the bandages every day."

 With that Byulyi turned, about to walk off when the man stopped her.

 "W-wait..." the camp leader said, holding up the bag in his hand, "a trade is a trade."

 The dark haired woman looked at him and took the bag, rummaging through it to take out four cans of beans, along with two packages of noodles before handing the bag back to him, leaving him with a baffled expression.

 "Keep the rest," she simply stated, walking towards Yong who carried an equally surprised expression.

 "But I thought... your camp members---"

 "We are hungry but that doesn't mean we're heartless. Rather than taking from others what they need too, we should share. What kind of human being would I be to take the last bits of food your camp has left?"

 Byulyi could feel Yongsun's hand slip into hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.

 "I... thank you! I owe you!" the other camp leader said, his voice sincere, "I'll never forget that!"

 "Take your kid and leave; you've got a sick wife to tend to."

 The couple watched the group disappear into the woods. Both listened intently as they waited for an indication they had left for sure; the confirmation came in the form of a car engine rumbling to life and the sound of screeching wheels.

 When the dark haired woman turned towards Yongsun, she didn't expect to be met with a pair of lips pressing onto hers.

 "W-what was that for?" Byulyi asked once they broke apart.

 "Because you, Moon Byulyi, are the most noble person I have ever met," Yongsun confessed, cupping Byulyi's cheeks to pull her into another kiss.

And with that we wrap up “A trade is a trade” It’s a bit all over the place but I do plan on tying that one into later events of this AU; I’ll have to see how it would work out. Once again, thank you for reading. I appreciate you’ve taken some of your time to do so :) Stay safe and healthy!

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My Year in Kpop 2020

I think for most of us, 2020 started out with so much promise, with the Any Song challenge being everywhere and with the film Parasite winning an Oscar. Major kpop tours were being announced, and I, along with my friends, purchased tickets in preparation for another great year of great concerts.

Of course, almost none of the concerts turned out as we planned once the pandemic hit.

There is no wrong way to be a fan, but some of us have our preferences. Some of us collect every album, some round out entire photocard collections. Some of us collect plushies or enamel pins. Some of us make sure to buy all of the official merch. In my case, I always preferred to go to live concerts, even before becoming a kpop fan. At the risk of sounding corny, I find live music events to be transformative. Up until now, I have had to cross continents to see my kpop faves live, but this was supposed to be a banner year for US based kpop fans. So many tours were slated to come here and we were already planning logistics. I watched, warily, as the virus spread through Asia, wondering if and how Kpop would be affected. People in Seoul started to lockdown before us, and I felt bad as I watched Donghae complaining on one of his live streams from his own house where he said he hated this virus. Little did I know that all of us would come to hate the virus, with a passion.

Of course, so many more important things have been lost due to this virus. People’s lives, first and foremost, and overall health for some who contracted the virus and survived. Businesses and livelihoods were also lost. But I want to take some time to acknowledge what was lost in the realm of “less important” things, as well, especially since for so many people, kpop is a sanctuary that helps them emotionally and mentally.

But, due to this new reality, we still had a lot to be thankful for, especially for ELF.

Beyond Live

We were lucky that SM was planning to make online concerts well before this year in an effort to connect with fans located in places where full blown tours did not make financial sense for them. Due to this preparation, the virus had “good timing,” and SM was able to begin to roll out their artists’ concerts using the Beyond Live platform. You could sign up to be an “audience member” (basically part of a giant zoom call) through the Lysn app. I was lucky enough to win to be in the audience for the Super Junior Beyond Live: Beyond the Super Show. You can hear me talk about my experience on my youtube channel here (oh yeah, this year, I started a Kpop unboxing youtube channel!).

Can you see me? Lol.

Video Fan Sign Events:

I had always dreamed about attending a fan signing, but as far as I know, Super Junior had never done one in the States. When I was in Korea for Super Show 8, I considered trying to attend one. But while I was there, the ones that were going on would not have the full group in attendance. Instead, a few would be at one fansign in one place, and another few would be at another fansign in another place. It also seemed like such a gamble. You had to buy albums from participating stores to enter to win a spot at the fansign.

Now, during the pandemic, with everyone forced to get creative, a new system was created. As a multifan, I noticed this with other groups, such as Stray Kids, Ateez, and KARD. Companies were setting up video fansign events. You just had to buy albums from participating websites to enter. So many people recorded their phone calls and the calls seemed to be so fun and cute, for the most part. Some fans entered the fansigns for multiple websites and won multiple times. I saw one KARD fan who got to talk to J. Seph three times, and each time, J. Seph remembered him from the time they had seen each other in real life!

After much consideration, I entered the SMTown & Store fansign for D&E, specifically for E oppa. Like the in-person fan signs, this was also, a huge gamble. But I gambled and won! You can read about my experience talking to Eunhyuk for the Video Fan Sign Event here

SJ Returns 4

The popular V Live series, Suju Returns, came back not a moment too soon with their fourth season, SJ Returns 4. For this season, the theme was SJ returns 4 ELF, meaning that they were going to episodes based on ELF’s suggestions. The Live Together episode, the Mr. Simple Trot episode, and the talk show episode featuring Michael Jackkyu are some of the more hilarious episodes that come to mind. I also loved the D&E Returns episodes and the special fanship episodes where the members discuss the discography. SJ really feeds their fans so well.

More members on TV!

This year, every SJ member was online more, thanks to the many live streams and updates to their extremely well produced Youtube channels, but they were constantly on Korean television, as well. Yesung and Leeteuk hosted a Japanese web variety show called Idol vs Idol. Our baby variety genius Donghae, along with Shindong, hosted the show, Another Class. Shindong became fully installed as one of the Knowing Brothers, alongside Heechul. Eunhyuk hosted Eun-official, his fashion web series for Naver and became the fulltime co-host for the iconic Weekly Idol, with ZE:A’s Kwanghee.

Kyuhyun stayed winning as one of the popular New Journey to the West cast members, and through his successful episodes of the Manger Show (Omniscient Interfering View), managed to get Shingdong and D&E on the show as well. Not to mention the low key fame that manager Yongsun gained from his hardwork on the show! Heechul’s mom is ever radiant on My Ugly Duckling (My Little Old Boy). It seemed like everywhere you turned this year, there was Super Junior.

It really took your mind off the virus for a bit (and off the canceled concerts and postponed comebacks) to see them all over the place this year. It seems that for at least part if not all of 2021, we will need to continue to meet our faves on TV and on the internet. My favorite way to fan girl, which is through concerts, will need to continue to be virtually for the time being. But at least I have memories while I wait. Hopefully next year will bring changes for the better!

Read about my first year in Kpop here!

Read about my year in Kpop 2019 Part 1

Read about my year in Kpop 2019 Part 2

Read about my year in Kpop 2019 Part 3