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noona-clock · 6 years ago

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A Prince for Christmas 👑🎄 - Part 8, Final Chapter

Genre: AU/Fluff

Pairing: Yunhyeong x You

By Admin B

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Did he... really just say that?

That... he thought the reason his girlfriend - his high school sweetheart - had gotten into an accident and not survived was so he could... find you?

You stepped away from him slowly, letting your arms fall gently to your sides as you let go of him.

He turned, his brow furrowed slightly when he saw your expression. But when he opened his mouth, presumably to ask if you were okay, you decided to beat him to it.

“Yunhyeong, what are we doing?” you asked quietly, shaking your head.

“...What do you mean? We’re... decorating my tree,” he chuckled.

“No, what are we doing? We both know I’m leaving tomorrow, so... why? What’s going on here?”

The corners of his mouth turned down slightly as he took a step toward you. But you took a step back, feeling a bundle of anxious nerves forming in your stomach.

“Y/N, I --”

“We can’t be anything serious,” you continued. “We just... we can’t.”

“I know, it sounds crazy, but... you’re really telling me you don’t feel some sort of connection between us?”

Of course, you did. Hadn’t you thought exactly that just yesterday?

“Yes,” you admitted. “Yes, I -- I do. But... I mean, think about it.”

“I have thought about it,” he assured you, sounding a lot more confident than you felt at the moment. “And no matter what, I always end up coming back to knowing I want to be with you.”

“But I’m leaving tomorrow! To go back to my life that’s five hours away! And your life is here in Spruce.”

“Well, not for much longer --”

“I’m not letting you sign that contract.”

You had spoken before you could really think, and even you were surprised by your words. You honestly hadn’t acknowledged or even thought about the fact you would leave here without his signature.

But now you knew you were going to, and you would face the consequences at work, whatever they may be.

Yunhyeong gaped at you, looking utterly confused.

“What?” he asked, flabbergasted.

“That bakery is your life,” you said, trying to swallow down the small lump of emotion now forming in your throat. “It helped you get through probably the most difficult time in your life, and I know how much you love it. I can see how much it means to you, how happy it makes you. I’m not taking that away from you.”

Even though you’d tried to make that lump of emotion go away, it had doubled in size, and tears were now softly blurring your vision.

Yunhyeong’s brow smoothed, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he stepped up to you yet again. But you didn’t avoid him this time, so he enveloped you in his arms, rubbing your back.

“I’m signing the contract,” he murmured.

“What?!” you cried, trying to pull away. “No, but --”

“I want to.” He brought a hand up to cradle your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear which had escaped, much to your chagrin.

Well, now you’d gone from feeling guilty to feeling just plain confused.

“What do you mean?”

“I love my bakery, yes. You’re right. It has helped me through some very tough challenges. But it wasn’t my first choice. Remember? I told you. I’ve always wanted to move to a big city and start my own bakery. The shop here is my dad’s, and growing up... everyone expected me to be my dad. There’s nothing wrong with that, but I just wanted to be me. Yunhyeong. She wasn’t sure about it, so I booked a hotel for us one weekend a few hours away in the nearest city. Y’know, to show her how great it would be there. My dad asked me to take over the bakery at the last minute, so she went up first, and I told her I would meet her there.”

Your heart stopped and your breath caught in your throat as you choked out, “But... she never made it back.”

Yunhyeong dipped his head in the tiniest of nods to confirm your statement, biting his lip and avoiding your gaze for the time being.

“I felt so guilty. Like... I wasn’t supposed to leave here. Like it was the universe telling me to stay or something. So I took over the bakery because I... didn’t really have a choice anymore. Or at least that’s what it felt like.”

“But you’ve done it for five years,” you pointed out quietly. “Why now?”

Yunhyeong leaned in and pressed a somewhat desperate kiss to your lips before answering.

“Because of you. And I don’t just mean how I feel about you,” he told you, eyes back to searching yours. “I mean you showing up wanting to buy the bakery. It was the push I needed to finally pursue my dream.”

“So... why did you act like you didn’t want to sell?”

“Also because of you,” he chuckled. “Because I wanted to get to know you.”

You wanted to feel flattered or relieved or... something positive. But you were still worried and confused and anxious.

Obviously, Yunhyeong could see that clear as day on your face, so he continued on without you even asking him to.

“I haven’t been on a date since... her. That’s true,” he confirmed. “But it’s not like girls haven’t tried.”

You furrowed your brow in surprise, not expecting him to say something like that.

“I mean, come on,” he smirked. “A guy who looks like this and owns a bakery? Girls were asking me out all the time, despite the fact they knew what had happened. I just never accepted because... I was never interested. I didn’t want to move on yet.”

You waited on tenterhooks for him to continue, almost gulping nervously.

“And then I met you and your quiet authority and your independence and your Grinchiness and your soft heart you try so hard to hide.” He lifted his hands to cradle your cheeks, gazing dreamily into your eyes. “I could feel there was something different about you, and I... I just knew. It was time to be me again.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from standing on your toes and pressing your lips to his, a saltier kiss than normal seeing as a few more tears had managed to roll down your cheeks.

And in the middle of that kiss...

You realized.

He’d just said some cheesy, romantic things to you.

And you didn’t feel like throwing up. You didn’t even feel like pretending to throw up.

Your stomach wasn’t roiling, but your heart was fluttering.

...You had found the right boyfriend.

But he still hadn’t said what he was going to do. How this was going to work out.

“Okay, so you’re signing the contract,” you breathed after you’d pulled away.

“Yes,” he nodded. “I’m signing the contract, and I’m using the money your company gives me to open up my own bakery in the city, like I’ve always wanted to. A fresh start.”

It sounded like a wonderful idea... you just had one question:

“Which city?”

Yunhyeong tried desperately to hide a smile as he searched your eyes. You knew he could tell you were more than curious (and a little desperate) to know his answer.

“What’s the name of the city where you live again?” he asked innocently.

A grin broke out onto your lips, and you practically threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him like you’d never hugged anyone before.

You decided to finally call Emily again the next morning, after you’d gotten one of the best sleeps of your life. Even though things really didn’t seem fully settled yet, you at least knew how Yunhyeong felt about you.

And you knew how you felt about him.

You loved him.

...No, just kidding.

Of course, you didn’t love him! It had barely been a week since you’d met him!

You did like him, though, and you knew you felt the same connection he’d talked about last night. You wanted to give your relationship a chance because... to be disgustingly honest, you had the feeling it could turn into something beautiful.

“So, been busy?” Emily asked curiously when she picked up your call.

“Yeah, kind of...”

“Look, I’m sorry if I came off too harsh the other day,” she apologized. “When I didn’t really believe you and made you question your feelings for this guy. It was wrong of me, even if I am a little skeptical.”

“I understand,” you grinned. “I would’ve been the same way. Especially knowing my track record with romance.”

A.K.A. you kind of hated it, and you kept your distance from potential boyfriends for weeks.

“I’m not there, though, so I have no right to judge. I’m sure he’s a wonderful guy.”

“He really is,” you gushed, though you tried not to sound too mushy. “You’ll... get to meet him, actually.”

“...I’ll what now?”

“Unlike that little plot we made up before I left, he is selling the bakery. It’s his father’s bakery, but his dream was to open his own. In a big city. So... he’s following his dream.”

“And... he’s moving here?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “In a few weeks.”

“Was this the city he’s always wanted to move to or...?”

“No,” you chuckled. “He’s moving there... because of me.”

“Y/N...” Emily cautioned.

“I know, but just hear me out. I really... I think he could be the right one. Last night, he told me he knew I was different the moment he met me, that there’s a connection between us. And I didn’t laugh awkwardly or roll my eyes, Em. I cried.”

“You what?!” she gasped.

“I know. A guy who tells me something like that but doesn’t make me sick to my stomach? Even you have to admit, that’s worth something.”

“I mean... you do have a point.”

“And I know it’s crazy that we literally just met, but he’s not doing it for me. He’s doing it for himself. He would still be packing up and leaving even if you had come here. He just might be going to a different city.”

“He’s not... going to just move in with you, right?” she asked nervously.

“No! Em, come on! I may be crazy, but I’m not dumb.”

“Just checking!! And I’m just looking out for you,” she pointed out.

“I know,” you smirked. “Thank you. I’m leaving in a few hours, so I’ll see you Monday, okay? Unless you want to get together over the weekend?”

“Uh... Y/N,” Emily chuckled. “Monday is Christmas Eve, and Sungjin and I are leaving to go visit my parents tomorrow morning, so I won’t see you until the week after next.”

“You’re gone the whole week?!” you cried.

“Well, yeah, a lot of people take the whole week off for Christmas,” she reminded you.

“Whatever. Maybe that’s why Boss likes me so much, because I never do,” you snorted. “All right, then. I’ll see you when you get back.”

“Safe drive home, and... Merry Christmas.”

“Yeah, yeah. You, too.”

When you arrived at the bakery, there was a surprising amount of people there. Almost like they knew you were coming in to pick up the contract and wanted to either witness it or protest it...

But you figured this was a small town, so word probably traveled pretty quickly. Even though you had no idea who would’ve told them, but oh well.

“Here you go,” Yunhyeong murmured, smiling slightly as he handed you the contract. You flipped through the pages just to be sure he’d signed everything, and once you were satisfied, you slid it into your bag.

You then stuck your hand out toward him to unofficially seal the deal.

“Congratulations,” you said with a soft grin. “You are now not the owner of this bakery. Once I turn in the contract to my boss, he’ll transfer the sale funds to your bank account.”

“And then I can get started on my new life,” he sighed.

Some of the townspeople broke your handshake so they could hug him, and you stepped out of the way to give them some room.

As you watched Yunhyeong hugging and assuring people everything was all right, you couldn’t help but think how your week here had definitely started like a cliche, cheesy, romantic Christmas television movie. But it certainly hadn’t ended like one. Quite the opposite, actually.

Rather than staying here and helping Yunhyeong run the bakery which was still under his ownership, he had sold it and was now moving to you. Not with you, but you know what I mean.

Still, though... it was kind of weird how everything had worked out. You still were getting together with him, even if you hadn’t fallen in love (yet). And somebody still was moving, just not you.

So, really, the only cliche left was for you to find out Yunhyeong was a prince from some unknown foreign country.

You giggled to yourself just thinking about how ridiculous that was, but then you heard:

“We’re losing our Prince!”

Your head jerked back, your eyes immediately locking on Yunhyeong and the person who’d said that.

“I’m sorry, what?” you called out. “You’re losing who?”

“Our Prince!” the lady repeated. “He’s a Prince, don’t you know?”

...What the actual --

“My dad was known as the King of Baking,” Yunhyeong explained, obviously noticing the extremely befuddled and flustered look on your face. “So, naturally, I got the title the Prince of Baking. It’s silly.”

Oh, thank god. He wasn’t an actual prince.

“Okay, got it,” you chuckled awkwardly.

That was a close one.

After all the hubbub had died down, Yunhyeong grabbed another chocolate peppermint cupcake for you and sat with you at one of the small tables.

“How does it feel?” you asked softly, digging your fork into the cupcake.

“Honestly, it feels pretty amazing. I should be scared about so much uncertainty - not knowing where I’m going to live, where my bakery will be - but... I’m not. I’m just excited.”

You smiled at your cupcake, not wanting to look him in the eye when you spoke these next words.

“Good. You shouldn’t be scared. Because you’ll have me.”

Yunhyeong reached out and covered your free hand with both of his.

“I know everything about that city. I’ll help you find everything you need.”

“Will you help me find a good place to get a Christmas tree next year?” he smirked.

“No.”

“What about an ice skating rink?”

“Sorry, can’t help you there.”

“Do you know of any good gingerbread baking competitions?”

You simply let out a soft chuckle, loading up your fork with a mound of cupcake and force-feeding him. He couldn’t keep teasing you if he couldn’t talk.

"Okay, serious question,” Yunhyeong said once he’d swallowed the bite.

“Serious answer,” you replied.

“...Why do you hate Christmas so much?”

You should’ve known this was coming, and... honestly, he did deserve an explanation.

“I don’t hate it,” you told him quietly, not wanting to bother anyone else with your life story. “I just... don’t understand the hype. My parents owned a year-round Christmas business growing up, and it was just too much. I got tired of being around it all the time, and... to be honest, they were so burned out by the time Christmas actually got here, they barely paid attention to me. I usually opened my presents by myself.”

Yunhyeong squeezed your hand, frowning slightly. “I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is,” you shrugged.

“It’s like they didn’t really understand the true meaning of Christmas.”

“And what is the true meaning of Christmas?” you asked with a slight smirk.

“Being with the people you love. Spending time with them and being happy. That’s all.”

Your smirk faded a little, and you let out an emotionless chuckle. Yeah, they definitely hadn’t known the true meaning of Christmas.

...Oh, well. Nothing you could do about it now.

You took a bite of your cupcake to avoid talking about it any longer, and thankfully, Yunhyeong moved on to asking you about your favorite restaurants back home.

Once you’d finished, Yunhyeong took your plate, setting it on the counter before walking you to the door.

The two of you stood right outside the bakery, and you had to keep reminding yourself this definitely wasn’t the last time you would see each other. Not even close.

“So, you’re leaving now, I guess?” Yunhyeong asked softly.

You nodded, adjusting your bag on your shoulder and trying not to get awkward.

“I would walk back to Nick and Holly’s with you, but...”

“No, it’s fine. Your customers need you more than I do. And besides...” You took a step closer, lifting a hand and resting it on his chest. “We’ll see each other soon.”

Yunhyeong grinned before leaning and capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

“Yeah,” he whispered against your lips. “We will.”

You let the kiss linger for several more moments before pulling away, letting out a soft sigh.

“Let me know when you get home, okay?” he requested as you took a couple steps backward.

“I will.”

“And... be very, very careful driving back.”

You paused, your brow furrowing at his words. You nodded solemnly. “I promise.”

He smiled wistfully at you as you began to turn around to start your journey back to the Bed and Breakfast. But then he called out one more time.

“Hey, Y/N!”

“Yes?”

“...Merry Christmas.”

You simply rolled your eyes and held back a smirk.

One Year Later

“Gee, it’s really coming down out there, isn’t it?”

You smiled at Yunhyeong as you let the bakery door close behind you and shook the snow from your shoulders. Every time it snowed, you were still reminded of your first kiss just over a year ago.

“Hey, you,” you murmured as you came behind the counter, greeting your boyfriend with a kiss. “How are things?”

You always stopped by on your way home from work since Yunhyeong’s bakery closed just before your shift ended. You helped him close up shop and then you walked home together.

Yunhyeong had found an apartment nearby when he first moved, but his lease was almost up, so... he was now in the process of moving into your apartment.

“It was pretty busy today, actually,” he sighed, leaning in for one more kiss. “A lot of orders for Christmas cookies. I never knew people in the city were so lazy when it comes to baking Christmas cookies.”

“We’re not lazy!” you chuckled. “We’re just busy, and we have tiny ovens. Plus... you can make them so much better than anyone else I know.”

He blushed a little, and you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him yet again.

A year ago, you’d certainly had a crush on Yunhyeong, but now you could safely say you were fully blown in love with the guy.

Every day you spent with him was better than the last, and you kept on finding new ways to fall for him. He was still cheesy and kind of old-fashioned, and he still loved Christmas... but there was absolutely no one else in the world you’d rather be with.

“Ready?” you asked, stepping away and raising your eyebrows. “I don’t know how much moving we can get done tonight, though, with the snow and all.”

“Well...” A smirk tugged at Yunhyeong’s lips. “We could take a break from moving and just have a movie cuddle session.”

“...A Christmas movie?”

“Yes,” he beamed.

You let out a frustrated groan, rolling your eyes so far back in your head they could very well have fallen out.

But... you still said, “Fine.”

Because you loved Yunhyeong, and Yunhyeong loved Christmas. You still didn’t (though Yunhyeong was trying to get you to actually talk to your parents to help you get over it), but you loved him more than you didn’t love Christmas.

And, to be honest, some of the movies were kinda good.

“You’re the best,” Yunhyeong praised, grabbing your waist and pulling you in so he could smother your face with kisses. “The most wonderful, the most fantastic, the most incredible.”

“Stop!” you laughed, your eyes and nose scrunched as his lips attacked your cheeks and nose and chin and forehead.

He pressed his forehead to yours and whispered, “Never.”

“Okay, well stop long enough so we can go home,” you chuckled.

“All right, come on.” He took your hand, walking with you to the door. He turned off the lights, locked the door behind him, and headed on home. Well, it was still your home, technically. But it would be his soon. It would the both of yours. Together.

Tagging my fellow Yunhyeong stans @zhangjingyou and @hahasunqwoonz as well as @cramelot , @peach-sm , @lafilleestmorte , @digitalizeduniqueness , @cinnamoonbunbin , @infiredbypepi , @mark-tuan-and-namjoon-lover to let them know this has been posted! Thank you so much for all the support you’ve given this little series of mine! I appreciate every single one of your comments and reblogs! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

-Admin B

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stripeseok · 7 years ago

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Domestic Bobby

request: can i get uhh domestic bobby note: HELL YEAH YOU CAN i recently got into ikon so please please please feel free to send in as many ikon requests as you'd like

- ................. biiiiiiiiitch — Confessing he likes you - bobby is so so shy - especially in front of someone he likes - ESPECIALLY when that someone has been his best friend for years - you already mean so much to him - and he doesn't want to make things awkward between you two - it was your birthday and you were hanging out with ikon - of course, they knew he liked you so they were teasing him because at this point, he's liked you for MONTHS

- y'all were walking to your favorite restaurant for your birthday when hanbin slung his arm over your shoulder and asked you how your birthday had been going - junhoe gave you his jacket and yunhyeong pushed your chair in for you - to you, this were gentlemanly gestures but bobby wanted to be the one to take care of you so he was lil hurt - he's not the kind to say anything tho - dinner was good, you had your own plate but would occasionally pick off of bobby's and he'd put his hand over his heart and pretend that you hurt his feelings - on the walk back, you all were going to the yg building to hang out & bobby decided that this was it - before you went in, bobby pulled you by the wrist - you two had been in the back so nobody noticed that you two hadn't walked in with them - at first, he was just holding your wrist - suddenly, he dropped your arm and grabbed your face - his eyes searched your face for any telltale sign of you not wanting it - your eyes fluttered closed and so he moved in - AH THIS IS SO CHEESY BUT THERE WERE IMMEDIATE SPARKS - shit he was so glad that you weren't pulling away & you could feel him smile against your lips - when he pulled away, he gave you his big signature smile and whispered, "happy birthday."

— Boyfriend Bobby - so, there was no official like, "we're dating" - but when someone asks, you both say that you're together - and no one from ikon messed with you anymore - after the big . moment, he's not super shy with you anymore - let's be real, when he gets comfortable, he gets super cute and weird and he really opens up and :( - bobby is ALWAYS hanging on you - he's not clingy but like he holds your hand while walking and when you two are standing around, he wraps his arm around your shoulders - sometimes when y'all watching a movie and you have your head on his lap, he'll play with you hair and he twirls a strand inbetween his fingers and then he starts smiling at you uGH - really likes visiting new places with you - like, going on train trips to random places - or eating at a restaurant that one of the other members told him about - after a year or so, since he stays over at your place a lot anyways, he moves in - he brings all his kitchen stuff oh my god y'alls kitchen is overpacked - some nights, he doesn't come home from rehearsal and then at one in the morning, you get a text - "hey, i need you. i'm at the studio." - the first time he did this, you were terrified - you threw on two different shoes and ran out of the house with your robe still on - when you finally busted into the studio, he was leaning back in his chair, his hair completely a mess - he gave you a huge smile and stuck the headphones out to you - "will you listen to this and tell me what you think?" - after you calmed down enough, you sat in the chair next to his and listened to his new song - he studied your face the entire time and at the end, when you smiled at him, the cheekiest smile fell on his face - "it's good, i like it. you did a good job. i'm proud of you, jiwon." UGH HE'D GET ALL FLUSTERED AND BLUSHY WOW - BRO THAT PART IN THE #WYD MV WHERE HE'S PLAYING BASKETBALL AND HE SHOOTS IT WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - he's the kind to be more into little date - going to the park, watching movies, an arcade, late night runs to a fast food place or something - oh my god but when it comes time for the important dates - the man knows how to clean up - EW LISTEN - not actually ew but this about to be super soft - you two were sitting inside on a super gray day - ya know watching movies, playing games, chill - then it started to pour - bobby shot up and ran outside, dragging you with him - at first, you didnt want to go but after you saw the childish glint in his eyes and you realized how excited he was, you gave in - you two were running and dancing in the rain, having THE time of your lives - then he slipped and on accident, he took you down with him - he immediately asked if you were okay but when he realized that you were hysterically laughing, he laughed too - eventually, the laughing died down and you two were just laying on your backs eyes closed in the rain - jiwon leaned over, moved some hair out of your face, and gave you the most gentle kiss then whispered, "i was planning on proposing to you later this week at dinner with everyone, but everything feels right in this moment, so." - he stood up and made you follow suit, at this point you didn't know if it was the rain or tears running down your face - he got on on his knee and held your hands in his - "y/n, you make me the happiest man in the world... so please, will you marry me?" - you pulled him up to you to give him a long kiss before nodding - he picked you up and swung you around as the rain continued to pour down on you two

— Husband Bobby - oh my GOD the best husband ever - he always makes your lunches for you - the first couple times you worried about him being late or not getting enough sleep but he always told you that he wants to make sure you're taken care of - listen - he loves cooking, right? - and he loves you... - cooking WITH you???? a dream come true - he loves when you let him make you something from his childhood or something that he used to eat a lot as a trainee - he just really likes being able to share his culture with you - sounds pretty... eh, but it means a lot to him that you're willing to push yourself out of your comfort zone for him - the boys come over so so so often it's ridiculous - they always end up passing out on y'alls couches - hooligans - his family likes to visit often too and oh my god, they love you so much - the first time his mother had pulled bobby to the side while you two were dating and told him how cute you were and how much she enjoyed talking to you, he bout cried - im sorry this is so shor

t— Spicy - bitch. - knows EXACTLY what he's doing - i feel like he's dominant, but on rare occasions, will let you do what you want - gentle on special occasions or when he wants you to know how much he cares about you - but other than that - he has NO self-control - huge on over-stimulation - loves when you leave scratches down his back - he's good at what he does and when his favorite thing to do is you...

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ikonislife · 7 years ago

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Better Together.

-Bobby x Reader

-Expecting parents au, fluff

-Here for You is another dad!Jiwon request I had. This request came in right after so I guess in a way, they’re in conjunction with one another. You don’t really have to read them together since they’re pretty much stand alone pieces but it’s nice to have a small continuation. Anyways, here ya go! 10 years late but I did it!!!

The world suddenly seemed so much bigger now that your range of mobility was limit to three feet out your front door, and occasionally down the street for a short walk with your dog, in which you’re no longer allowed to hold the leash. As per your doctor order? God no! In fact, your doctor always commented on how well taken care of you were at every single appointment. This preposterous house arrest is of course, as per your husband ordered.

Jiwon had been beyond amazing throughout your whole pregnancy despite missing nearly every single parent-in-training class due to iKon’s hectic tour schedules. Possessing the vast knowledge of one book on pregnancy for dummy he once read before realizing that nothing the books offered could possibly save him from your fifth mood swing of the hour, nor the guilt he constantly feel watching you cried from the sheer endless aching of carrying a new life. Yet there he was every time your eyes glossed over with a new insane craving or another hormonal whine fest about how unfair it is that you’re the only one looking like a duck had swallowed a planet waddling around whilst he, dashing and breaking heart as ever. Every time you panic, every time you’d freak out over every little thing, he’d be there holding your hand, calm as a swan to guide you through. Even if only moments later you caught him on the brink of tear, rapping at top speed on the phone with Hanbin, no doubt letting lose all the worries he held back for the sake of your peace of mind. Poor Hanbin, bless his soul for being therapist/consultant for whatever it might be that Jiwon is ringing him up about now. He probably has it harder than you will ever experience because Jiwon has to be taking all that emotion somewhere. He sat through an hour of you ugly crying while sobbing because you lost the allan wrench that came with your new shelf. Even when Jiwon had presented another shiny allan wrench from another set of table he had saved after putting it together the week before, you were still bawling like a baby that it weren’t the same. The collection of bags under his eyes were at this point more extensive than your designer one that he had gifted you through the years. He took it all with the grace and braveness of a new dad, without ever letting you hear his complaints.

Jiwon, your dear husband, he’s god sent, best you could’ve ever ask for so why was it you were screaming his name off the top of your lungs, muddling it with a strings of obscene curses? Well because it’s well into your 2nd hour of labor pain, which will only get worse from here as informed by your kind team of nurses. The insane hours of pain feels much like the wave crashing the shore, except, instead of the soothing water of the ocean and sunshine of the beach, it was waves of fire, and knives, and molten lava because all you could feel is searing pain. Jiwon sits beside you, his face had contorted into something so twisted he might as well check himself in for some surgery to morph it back to the handsome face he possessed before dropping all his schedule to rush to your side.

“Baby, does it hurt mu-” His whisper chopped off as quick as it had surfaced by a small yelp elicited by your nails digging into his palm. Now he had braved probably just as much pain as you had letting you clawed at him, pinched him, hold him to a point of bruising yet not even a whimper of complain. He knows whatever discomfort he might feel will never, ever be worthy enough to compare to what you’re about to go through.

“Does it hurt, Jiwon? Does it HURT? Are you seri- Oh my fucking shit. Are you being serious right now?” The audacity of this man to sit here and question whether or not you’re really in pain. Does he still not know how it work after the half an hour of you going into an hysterical rant, explaining in excruciating details of how babies are born?

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I know it hurts a lot. What can I do?”

“Do you, Jiwon? I just had three different people shoved their hand up my damn vagina in the last hour alone while humming “not ready yet” like I’m a freaking pie in the oven all the while being display like a freaking 150 pounds piece of really shitty art made by someone with no artistic sense whatsoever for everyone to see. Do you really know?” Damn, Jiwon would be proud with how fast and powerful you had just gotten that sentence out in one single breath if he weren’t so scare, being married to a rapper really has it perk.

“I’m sorry. I’m here, hit me, scream at me all you want okay? But you gotta calm down baby... The doctor said getting upset isn’t good for little Y/n. What can I do?” Instinctively, just as he had all these years when the world becomes a little too much for you to handle, Jiwon pulls you into his arms, never mind your harsh words or that his left palm is now bleeding from how rough your hold on his hand were. He places a kiss on your sweaty forehead, with the good hand running through your matted hair. If Jiwon could be pregnant instead, he would.

He had always been the one bugging you to get pregnant, although never quite mad, Jiwon had gotten short with you once before when you expressed your nonchalantness with having kids. He wants to take it all back now. How could he be so selfish, how could he make you carry a life just because he wants a mini Jiwon or mini Y/n when you weren’t ready. He had forgotten seeing Hanbin and his wife went through so much trials and tribulation with their twins, or how hard it was on Chanwoo’s wife when she had complication with their first born so he so selfishly blamed you for still not having someone to call him “dad”. What a screw up he is for blaming you, the only person that was willing to take him at his best and at his worst without ever questioning his intention.

“Get me some water... as much ice as you can.” You whimper out and he nods furiously, not knowing how else to help. A heavy sigh left your lips just as his shadow bolts out the door behind him. You know how harsh all this was on him, and of all his fears but the pain had blinded you for the past few hours.

“Baby, here.” He rushes back to your side, thankful to see a more rested form of his wife smiling back. Lifting a few spoonful of cold salvation to your lips, he settles happily when you lean into him as you satisfyingly crunches on the ice.

“Jiwon... I’m sorry.” You mewl out, much to his surprise.

“Whatever for, honey? You did nothing wrong.” Eyes widen, for the first time since arrival he was met with your tearful features even with the gut punches your body was preparing to welcome the baby are still rolling in with full force.

“I-I know all I’ve been doing is yell at you. First all I do is complain, now I just yell and hurt you. I don’t want you to think this is me now... I said it before, I’ll say it now. I’m happy to be able to welcome my child with you, our child. I know I don’t say it enough, or at all, but Kim Jiwon, you’re an amazing person.”

“Stop it, love. I’m far from perfect. I always expect this thing to be easy breezy, you know? I’ve seen Jinhwan hyung did it, then Yunhyeong hyung... Even Hanbin, and June, and the maknae. I just, I don’t know. I guess it’s not as easy when we do it ourselves, huh?” That strange chuckle, signature of your husband rings out so dearly and suddenly your heart is at peace. You snuggle further into his chest despite the strange position you both had taken on with the soon to be gone bump in between. “Like I said before, you’re the most beautiful person in this world and I thank God everyday for giving me you.”

You must be looking like a rag doll after a tsunami but his words and those loving eyes just make you feel like a million dollars. His fingers find their way back to your face pushing away a few stray strand of hair as they would always do before he so tenderly presses a gentle kiss on your lips. Jiwon holds it there for what felt like eternity as he lets his heart and soul sear you with all his love, only parting way once the footfall could be heard leading to your room.

Once more you experience what could only be describe as a frog prepared to get dissected during bio class, what’s with being prod at, poke, and examine. Another 4 excruciating hours and a few laps around the maternity ward later to loosen your muscles, you were prepped and primed for the main event. The world feels like such a blur, as if suddenly the Earth had decided to go on a race with its sibling planets. Blurs of people running in and out of the room, blurs of faces telling you to push, blurs of the incessant beeping of all the machineries, blurs of pain. In the blurry faded world flashing in front of your eyes, his face remains clear as day right beside you. Jiwon has his arms around you like he always had been when he walked you through rough spots in life.

For God knows why, your memories rushes back to the day you had thought your journey with him was to end, back to the days of being young and being careless. You had gotten tired of waiting, angry at him for always leaving but too foolish to realize there were millions of other solutions before separating. “Let’s break up” you had said simply and watched as he said simply, “No.” Before you had realized what was going on, he already had his arms around you before repeating one more time, “No.” You were angry at first, the blatant disrespect he was showing by refusing to hear you but then you broke down crying in his arms and held him the tightest you’ve ever held anyone. “My naive girl, what make you think pushing me away will be the answer to your pain of never having me around? Did you think that parting way forever will help you get over how much you miss me? Because let me tell you right now, if you love me as I do you, that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever come up with because i can’t even fathom how much it hurt not to have you in my life.” And he held you for the next hours as you both snuggling up on your old worn couch, then the rest of the night when you buried your head in his chest while listening to his sweet, sweet voice. “When you’re thirsty, you drink water. When you’re hungry, you eat. When you miss someone, you should be with them. I don’t get your ass backward logic, missy. Tell me right now, would you rather me leave right now, and I will if you do. I don’t want to force you into a relationship if you’re already decided you don’t need anymore.” Your response was to pull him closer and never let go. Just like that night, Jiwon is right where he needed to be and he protects you in his arms even when he doubts that it will help, he holds you anyways. Through the exhaustion and through it all, you smile because you’re all each other got and simply, you’re better together as 3 and counting.

Then the world stops. A single cry tears through the musty sweat filled air like the clearest bell and all either of you could hear was that cry. The weight of the world lifted off your shoulders when you see the smile on his face, a smile that said you had just been demoted to second favorite as the nurse hands over your bundle of joy.

“She’s so perfect. God, I said I wouldn’t cry. Look at me now.” Jiwon half guffaw half chokes on his own tears as he delicately places his lips on her forehead, finger gently caressing her fluffy cheeks.

“She’s perfect, just like her dad.” You lean back, forgetting that stitches were being placed, that your lower half felt like it had been through a meat grinder. Watching Jiwon holding your sleepy baby close to his chest as he coos “Hi baby, I’m your dad”, you’d go through this again and again. There is nothing more precious in this world than bringing a new life into this world and nothing will surpass the joy of doing it with Jiwon. You’re sure the weeks to come will be both painful and exhausting but seeing the excitement in his eyes as he shows off your daughter to the boys, you know you’re in good hands.

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curledlife · 7 years ago

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Just iKon Things

So when I first got into iKon, I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT THAT THEY WOULD BE NORMAL BUT WITH LOTS OF GOD DAMN SWAG. I WAS VERY WRONG ABOUT THE NORMAL PART AND INSTEAD WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE SWAG PART. BUT THEY ARE JUST ADORABLE BARBARIANS THAT CONSTANTLY RUINS MY HEAD ONE BY ONE. LIKE CAN YOU GUYS JUST STAHP BEING SO DAMN CUTE.

THEIR SMILES BLESSES MY ENTIRE LIFE. THEY ARE SO UNDERRATED IT KILLS ME. I FEEL LIKE THEIR NON TITLE SONGS MAY BE THEIR BEST SONGS TO JUST CHILL TOO AND THEN THEY HAVE THEIR SWAGGY ASS TITLE SONGS?! VISUALS GALORE. THEY KNOW A HOOK WHEN THEY HEAR ONE AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN YOUR WHIPPED TO THE WHOLE FANDOM.

They have been through so much together (WIN, Mix & Match, Two of them went to Show Me The Money). Through thick and thin, they will always be brothers forever. iKon means to be the icon of music in Korea AND THEY ARE MAKING BIG MOVES TO DO SO. With Donghyuk aegyo, Hanbin’s leadership, Jiwon’s extraness, Jinhwan being their big brother, Junhoe’s sassiness, THE FREAKIN TWINS CHANWOO AND YUNHYEONG (Jokesters forever) they are IKON.

Ok so you know how in b day they have their signature move...the GOD DAMN CHICKEN/ T REX DANCE KILLS ME every time. B DAY IS A BOP AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME IT’S NOT BUT THEN AGAIN...OK, THE BEES ALSO KILLED ME. They may have simple choreography but, the vibe that you get from iKon is amazing. They know what they are doing on stage and you feel like you are with them every step of the way.

YG needs to keep building on top of them because I’m so tired of people calling iKon flops and what not BECAUSE THAT’S THE TOAL OPPOSITE, OF WTF THEY ARE. LET ME JUST SAY THAT THEY ARE TOO TALENTED TO BE GETTING SO MUCH DAMN HATE. THEIR VOCAL LINE?! NEEDS MORE RECOGNITION THAN THEY ARE ACTUALLY GETTING. Sure. of course their rapper line is fucking amazing but I don’t hear much about the vocal line so please if you're going to love iKon, LOVE ALL OF IKON.

iKon, I just have to say that you are such an amazing group and I love that I finally listened to your songs and I’M WHIPPED LIKE THERE’S NO TOMORROW. I love how you connect with your fans and that you truly respect iKonics. With all my heart, I hope you guys are staying completely healthy even though you guys also have to work hard. IT SUCKS THAT KONIC TV ENDED, I LOOKED FORWARD TO THAT EVERY WEEK, but it’s okay cause you guys have more stuff coming out for iKonics and I CAN’T WAIT TO DOWNLOAD IT ALL. 7 talented guys doing phenomenal things continuously and making my heart flutter every single time. Some people eventually don’t differentiate between the maknae line and the hyung line cause that’s just iKon xD. It’s almost been 2 years since your debut and I AM SO GLAD THAT I JOINED THE IKONIC TRAIN. STAY HEALTHY BOYS AND STAY SAFE <3.

(iKonics ADD MORE :D)

Just Hanbin Things

Just Jinhwan Things

Just Yunhyeong Things

Just Jiwon Things

Just Donghyuk Things

Just Junhoe Things

Just Chanwoo Things

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tinytaehyun · 8 years ago

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an introduction to ikon (pt 1) for my bitch anna aka hyungnu

- --8) here we fuckin go @hyungnu

- used to be Team B but lost to Team A which is now known as Winner (#WINKON)

- they’ve been in two survival shows bc YG is an asshole (WIN: Who is Next and then Mix & Match)

- Team B consisted of: Hanbin / B.I, Bobby, Junhoe / Junhwe / June (i know wtf), Jinhwan, Donghyuk and Yunhyeong

- since they lost WIN, they were either going to 1) split up or 2) be rearranged(?)

- three trainees were added during Mix & Match (NO.MERCY FLASHBACKS ANYONE??? M&M WAS FIRST THO) the three trainees were Jinhyeong (we have no idea where he is now he is debuting soon!), Hongseok (now in Pentagon) and Chanwoo (he played child Gu Jun Pyo in Boys Over Flowers + was in a few other dramas, now a member of iKon)

- debuted as 7 obviously, Chanwoo being the evil maknae

- K in iKon stands for Korea

- iJon is a running joke in the fandom bc these fuckers were in japan forever

- they say they have no friends because they’re boring (they’re also very shy w new people but iKonsta X is now a thing hehehehehhe)

- fandom is called iKonics bc we are one w ikon (so cute i love them sm)

- kings of fanservice

- they’re really weird and loud and don’t give a fuck about who thinks they’re strange (think like, minhyuk x 7)

- kim hanbin aka b.i

- 96 line

- has been single his whole life “even if i love someone, no one loves me” (harhar i told u that yesterday)

- leader, rapper, lyricist, composer, choreographer aka an actual genius

- joined YG when he was 15 (basically his dad met a composer dude and then he rapped for him over facetime etc etc)

- dumbin, tigerbin, geniusbin

- don’t let the gif fool u bc one time ikon were asked “whats scarier? b.i in a recording studio or a ghost in a deserted house?” and they all chose b.i in a recording studio help them

- he is known to be v strict during practice which is where tigerbin came from, this lil shit doesn’t fuck around

- sleeps during the day and stays up all night writing and recording, lives in the studio (eats and sleeps there 90% of the time) the members say during comeback time they almost don’t see him at all, works v hard

- but on the other hand, he’s a giant idiot. e.g “aren’t mice reptiles?” “whale isn’t a mammal, it’s a fish” “i don’t know the goats iq cos i don’t even know my own” he wrote a song w/ Psy called Auto Reverse and sent him a text asking what auto reverse meant so psy replied with the meaning of it (the cassette thing where it automatically flips it around so u can listen to the other side)

- was in SMTM3, when he auditioned he forgot his lyrics but then freestyled his way through it like a motherfuckin boss

- didn’t win but this song is iconic (u mean ikonic HA)

- is fucking obsessed with Mickey Mouse (he got jealous bc one time Bobby got a mickey mouse pen as a present, ALTHOUGH literally a few weeks ago he told a fan a “secret” and the “secret” was that he actually doesnt like mickey mouse OK LIAR)

- has a little sister called Hanbyul who he protects with his life, i don’t think she will ever get a bf when she grows up bc he’ll be like NO, I AM YOUR ONLY LOVE (june x hanbyul = angry hanbin)

- loves animals, the members ask him why can’t he treat them like he treats animals (wow he’s my soulmate sry anna)

- Double B is the best ship on the planet (Bobby X B.I) when bobby isn’t around he gets touchy with the other members cos he misses him

- an actual 2 year old

- can’t take a selca to save his life

- wrote Empty for Winner as a present for debut

- scared of bugs and is bad at foot volleyball (what even is that)

- kim jiwon aka bobby

- 95 line

- hanbins boyfriend

- writes his own raps a DUHHH

- kimbap, bunny

- thinks hes ugly but BITCH HE AINT

- has a Pooh plush that he has had since he was a little kid and it looks like it has been through some shit

- v sharp jawline ouch my finger

- takes care of his members very well, he’s like an idiot big brother

- was in SMTM3 with hanbin, and he won that shit. iKing

- him and June are the most awkward couple on the planet it makes me wanna kms but it’s so funny e.g during M&M June: if Jinhyeong gets into our team, I can get close to him in a day if I open up my heart Bobby: what about me? i’ve been with you for two years! open up your heart to me

- derp of the group

- has sexy ass abs /slips on drool

- can speak english v well bc he moved to Virginia (but he says he can’t speak english im so confused)

- he’s super friendly and really fucking weird

- this video explains him perfectly im crying mx in the bg LMAO (THE DANCE MOVE AT THE VERY END IS HIS SIGNATURE MOVE)

- he was actually my first bias in ikon but Hanbin ruined my fuckin life

- he styles his own hair....he has had really questionable hair styles, right now he looks like cruella de ville (?) (HE CHANGED IT)

- bitch he has so much fucking energy i honestly don’t understand it

- kim jinhwan / 13cm fairy

- jinani, “more famous than tangerines in Jeju”, Jay

- 94 line, oldest in the group but he looks 5, plus his tiny-ness doesn’t help

- is an actual wine mum (like seriously. he likes to drink wine now)

- :23 seconds is still a mystery to everyone in the fandom, where the fuck did he come from

- june is soft for him (and june is a giant bitch so)

- he has a heart shaped beauty mark on his face

- he makes a really pretty girl 1:11 is him

- is good friends with Kihyun 8)))) tiny x tiny

- always gives advice to the members

- a sweet emotional soul that needs to be protected at all times

- is the reason Yunhyeong became a singer, my hearT

- first person to catch my eye bc he’s so fuckin cute

- Suhyun from AKMU really likes his voice (and probably him too)

- cries a lot

- his parents have an air BNB kind of thing dedicated to him in Jeju, called Stay At Home for Jinhwan

- his smile makes me want to die

- he sweats a lot and doesn’t really like to work out

- like’s playing games (like games on variety shows and stuff, not computer ones)

- the best at japanese !!! and chinese, king of languages honestly

- all clothes look good on him like hOW

- goo junhoe / goo junhwe / gu junhoe / ku junhoe / koo junhwe WHY ARE THERE SO MANY VARIATIONS

- let’s just go with June since that’s what he goes by

- 97 line

- "shut up you handsome bastard” - Bobby

- always checking himself out

- not soft for anyone except for Jinhwan

- will he ever love bobby back???

- is handsome, but equally fucking awkward

- best singer in ikon / kpop / the world

- says he would love to hang out with friends except he doesn’t have any

- instead of a gf, he wants a car

- originally joined YG to be a dancer (mini Michael Jackson)

- selca king (needs to teach hanbin)

- u know how i said he was only soft for jinhwan? i take it back, he’s also soft for konics (when he isn’t being a sassy bitch)

- never shuts up (remember when i linked u to noise pollution???)

- writes his own songs (in his diary tho)

- one time he dropped his phone in the toilet and washed it with soap

- another time he wanted to take a picture in the water so he took the waterproof case off because it was a hassle until the members were like ??? thats..the case...and he’s like...oh...i thought it was the phone that was waterproof

- attention whore

- kim donghyuk

- 97 line

- dongdong, candy-chan, DK

- a sweet, sweet soul

- main dancer !!! he’s sO GOOD (choreo’d Airplane)

- taeyang said his voice perfectly suits Eyes, Nose, Lips

- he was on a ridiculous diet and we’re all v worried about him T_T he used to stress eat so he was insecure about it but HE IS PERFECT

- english name is Ezra...idk

- has the best lauGH EVER

- underrated and i don’t know why

- he did a whole “day in the life” on V Live where it was LEGIT SHOWING U EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING. IT WAS LIKE 6 VIDEOS OF HIS DAY

- he just really loves konics

- gasses up Bobby every chance he gets (sigh hes so sweet)

- he can play the piano and drums

- and guitar woops

- he prays before shows and before he eats

- HAS A BEAUTIFUL SMILE I DIE, IT LITERALLY LIGHTS UP THE MOTHERFUCKIN ROOM

- idk man he’s like the sun

- he shines so bright i cry

- best AT AEGYO

- song yunhyeong

- 95 line

- song chef, yoyo, prince, song

- originally wanted to be an actor but thank the lord he changed his mind (YG told him to be a singer)

- used to be hopeless at dancing and singing but look at him now bitch

- back in M&M days, he revealed how much he loves Nivea Cherry lip balm so for the christmas game, hanbin bought him like 100284347398 and he nearly cried

- next minute: he is the nivea ambassador, LEGENDS ONLY

- has his own cooking show on V App

- him and Chanwoo are twins (he hates being called Chanwoo tho watch out)

- eVIL TWINS

- tells dad jokes (wow is he Anna)

- a positive ray of sunshine

- you can probs take him home to mama cos he’s so perfect (like hello he’s sweet, moisturises his lips AND he cooks?)

- usually coupled with Donghyuk

- is also kind of underrated and im mad about it

- mum thinks he is handsome (he is, i just needed to throw that in there)

- his smile is beautiful

- beautiful tan skin!!!

- good @ english

- stylists dress him the best idk why but he always looks good

- imagine a kihyun x yunhyeong cooking show wow sign me tf up

- A+ at comic dancing (bobby gets embarrassed about it)

- jung chanwoo

- 98 line

- chanu, chocoball, evil maknae, #MAKNAEONTOP, chan

- 1/2 of the evil twins w yunhyeong, he loves it tho

- hanbin calls him the nicest boy in the world

- tests his hyungs patience on a daily basis

- sassy little bitch

- one time he cried cos bobby scolded him (bobby said sorry later)

- was a child actor (gu jun pyo anyone ??)

- he’s a little slow sometimes but the members forgive him cos hes cute LMAO

- members did a hidden camera on him once and he passed with flying colours Hanbin: why did you do everything I asked you to anyway? Chanwoo: because if i didnt, you’d kick my ass

- v tall, stop growing

- good at chinese

- sometimes i feel like he doesn’t know he’s famous

- looks lost 90% of the time

- he’s cute but he’s a sassy brat so watch out

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roh-tae · 8 years ago

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Separated

Genre: baby daddy au, angst

Featuring: Bobby

A/N: I changed the original request because I wasn’t exactly sure what the anon wanted.

“Dabin, sweetie!”

You called out to your daughter as she came running into your bedroom with the brightest smile on her face, it was definitely his smile. Just one of the few things she’d gotten from him, one of the few things you were reminded of everyday when looking at your daughter.

It had been three years since she was born, and only two since you and Bobby had split. Things would’ve been easier, for both of you, if Dabin wasn’t in the picture. But you wouldn’t change a thing, you loved your daughter, and you’d really stepped up to the challenge of being a mother so young. Sadly you couldn’t say the same for Bobby.

Sure, he was an idol, and that meant he already had a lot on his plate. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have to accept his responsibility as a father to Dabin. Though he wasn’t the best, and didn’t deserve all the time you let him have with her, you still included him in her life as much as you could. You wanted Dabin to have a mother and father in her life, but you were starting to think Bobby just wasn’t ready for all of this, though it had already been three years. You were ready to give him an ultimatum, to step up more as a father, or risk losing his time with her.

“I’ts time to go see your dad. Go grab your bad, you’ll need some toys at the studio.”

The giggly little girl running into her room to grab her sparkly backpack, throwing it over her shoulder as she ran to the front door.

“Mommy! I’m ready!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how cute she was. She made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. She was so well behaved, full of life, and yet, she was oblivious to how much more she deserved.

Dabin loved Bobby, she adored him. But she had no idea how you saw him. That he wasn’t trying his best, wasn’t devoting enough time to his daughter, in her eyes,he was perfect. Though you were separated, that hadn’t affected Dabin’s love for either of you, she just thought you two were living apart, not understanding you weren’t together.

“Alright then, let’s go!”

The lively three year grabbing your hand as you two left your apartment, making your way to the YG Entertainment studios. The workers at the front immediately recognizing you two, smiles coming across their faces as Dabin waved to each of them, making sure to tell them she was there to see her dad.

As you two go out of the elevator, Dabin practically ran to the third studio where the boys were practicing. You hurried after her, not wanting to cause a commotion or something accidental to happen. She stood outside the practice room, trying to reach for the door handle, but was too short, making you chuckle.

You peaked inside, seeing the boys sitting on the floor, most likely taking a break, so you opened the door, letting Dabin run inside and tackle Bobby.

“Dabin-ah!”

All the other members calling out as the three year old attacked Bobby with hugs and kisses, not acknowledging the other guys. Bobby just smiled that signature cheeky smile of his, one you so much missed seeing. Seeing him with Dabin was the happiest he’d been in awhile. The meetings never getting easier, the two of you having to act as if everything was fine. To not show your daughter that you two weren’t okay, that you weren’t in love, that you weren’t a happy family like you should be, for her.

After a few minutes of reconnecting, Bobby made Dabin go say hello to the other guys while he made his way over to you.

“Thank you, for letting me have her today. I know it’s not my normal day, I just, with me going out of town soon, I just wanted some extra time with her.” A soft thankful smile came across his lips while you just nodded your head.

“Of course, she needs an extra day with you every now and then. Don’t even worry about it.”

The two of you stood awkward for a moment while the sounds of the others laughing and playing Dabin echoed behind you.

“Um, I had her pack a bag of some toys, I didn’t know how long you guys would be here. And she just ate lunch, so she might need a snack later. But, other than that, I think that’s it.”

You looked over his shoulder, seeing Dabin tackling Hanbin to the floor, making her laugh like crazy, bringing a smile to your face. No matter how much you felt Bobby wasn’t doing a good job, or how much he didn’t deserve the extra days you did give him with Dabin, you couldn’t imagine taking her away from this, the other guys. She’d become so attached, she loved each and every one of them. You couldn’t do that to her, they were all so good to her, good for her.

“Hey, could I maybe do dinner with her tonight too? I know you might have plans already, but, it’s just. Any extra time I can get you know?”

You quickly looked back to him, his words resonating above the other sounds that filled the practice room.

“Oh, I don’t know. I mean, I already had plans for us tonight, I do’t know about you getting her for dinner tonight, maybe. I’ll text you later and let you know, okay?”

Bobby shook his head, understanding as you called Dabin over.

“Mommy is gonna go, let you have some time with daddy and the boys okay? I’ll pick you up later. Give me a kiss.” Your daughter quickly attacking your face with kisses, only making you laugh. “Wow, thank you. Alright, I love you. have fun.”

“I love you too!” She ran off, jumping into Bobby’s arms as he spun her around, the two of them looking so happy. The sight making you wish things were different.

As you left the practice room, starting off down the hall, you heard a voice call after you.

“Hanbin? What’s up?”

He walked over to you, almost nervous as he rubbed his neck. “Can we talk?”

You agree, following him into an unoccupied studio. You sat on the couch while he sat in the chair in front of the control board, spinning around a few times as if trying to figure out what he was trying to say.

“Look, I just. I wanna ask, why you don’t give Bobby more time with Dabin?”

You scoffed in amazement as you shook your head, “Did Bobby put you up to this?”

“no! No, it’s just. You see how happy they are together, but you barely let him have time with her. And, she never gets to spend the night anymore. I mean, we all love her too, sure, and we love spending time with her. But, Bobby truly loves her. His whole world revolves around her. He hates going out of town because he knows he will lose time with her. And, I just don’t understand why you don’t see what we do, why you, it’s like you don’t trust him or something.”

You sat quietly, listening to what Hanbin had to say, then taking a moment to formulate your response.

“It’s not that I don’t trust him. He needs to prove to me that he deserves more time. And I don’t think he deserves any more time than I give him. You say his whole world revolves around her? Then why did he walk out after the first year? Why did he leave me to do everything and only come around when the hard work was done? The reason she doesn’t spend the night anymore, is because i found out while she was there, Bobby was going out and partying, leaving her with Yunhyeong or Chanwoo. How is that okay? I don’t care if she was already asleep, what if she woke up and he wasn’t there for her?”

“Look, y/n, i get that, but you saw how he was in there just now. You can’t tell me he hasn’t changed a bit. I mean, he never used to ask for time, and now he does, he asks for more time with her and you still turn him down.”

“Because i don’t want to hurt Dabin!”

Hanbin sat up at your change of voice, now angry and upset as you buried your face in your hands.

“That little girl, deserves so much better. She deserves a mom and dad that are happy, together. She doesn’t deserve this back and forth. It’s not okay. She thinks that Bobby and are still together just living apart. i mean, how do I tell her that we aren’t a happy family like she thinks. She deserves a father who is going to be there all the time, not just when it’s convenient for him. So he’s out of town, he can FaceTime. If she spends the night at his place, he spends it with her, not going out to party as soon as she is asleep. Until he shows me that he can handle this responsibility, and really commit to Dabin, I’m not sure i can keep doing this. It’s not fair to her, it’s not fair to me.”

Hanbin looked at you confused, the end of your sentence not making sense to him.

“What do you mean to you?”

“I hate seeing them together whenever I drop her off or pick her up. Seeing them so happy, wishing things could just go back to how they were. So I never had to take her away from him. I wish we could all just go back to how thins were, when we were that happy family. I want that back, for us, for Dabin. But Bobby made his mind up two years ago, he doesn’t want that. And that’s fine, but I really to think about things going forward. Because as time goes on, it’ll only get harder, for the both of us.”

You stood up, sniffling as you wiped away a few remaining tears.

“Um, I gotta go. i have some errands to run while I’ve got the time.”

“She thinks that? She said all of that? But how did you?”

Bobby sat in shock after listening to the secret recording Hanbin had taken earlier. He wasn’t originally planning on doing that to you, but once you started admitting and talking about all these things, he wanted Bobby to hear them too.

“I told you she probably felt the same way as you. You just didn’t have the guts to ask.”

“Well, the way she’s acted towards me all this time I was sure she only put up with me because Dabin is around.”

“What are you gonna do?”

Bobby stood up, walking to the studio door but stopping as he got a text from you saying you’d be there in five minutes to get Dabin.

“i don’t know, but I have to say something.”

Bobby watched as Hanbin went over some choreography, Dabin sleeping on the bench behind him. He was nervous waiting for you, still unsure as to what he was going to say, but he knew he had to say something.

“Y/n!”

The boys called out as you walked in, smiling as you scanned the room for Dabin, who you soon saw sleeping on the bench by Bobby.

As you walked over to her, Bobby quickly stopped you, his expression almost concerning you.

“We need to talk.”

“Is Dabin okay? What happened?”

You went to push past him but he stopped you.

“Nothing, she’s fine. I mean you and I just need to talk.”

You sighed as your heart rate slowed a bit, knowing you daughter was okay.

“Bobby, I’m sorry, but we gotta go. I need to get her home, can it wait? Please?”

“No, no y/n i need to tell you now, it’s important.”

He did his best to stop you from moving, but you weren’t cooperating.

“Well if it’s important now, it will be important tomorrow.”

He sighed as he put his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him.

“I want us back y/n, and I know you do too. I want us back for Dabin.”

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Soulmate 2

- OT7 x Reader

- It’s not all honey and sunshine in the world where soulmates are something of God given will. Will the boys be strong enough to get through the day with their better half or will the relationship will tarnish with the tick of the clock.

-Fluff, slight angst, soulmate au, soulmate!iKon

-Chapter 1: Chanwoo - The Boy with the Baseball Glove

-Chapter 2: Hanbin - The Boy in the Red Flannel

-Chapter 3: Yunhyeong - The Boy in the Chef Apron

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man (or woman) in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a mate. Just in this universe, this time and space, that truth is a bit more complicated than most. It seems as though everyone around you were raised on the rigid schedule of school, career, marriage. People stumbling and bumbling around like fools waiting for that special someone to drop on their laps and be merry as if their sole purpose in life is to find a mate. Sure lots of time it works out for the better but more often than not, it entails a string of heartbreak and tears that perhaps is nobody’s fault but the outdated belief that your soulmate gets assigned to you for a reason so just accept it and let it be. The ridiculous belief that the meaning of life is to get a fortune, or as close to one as you could in the modern days meaning a good career, then getting hitched off to some stranger for the rest of your life and be merry for all eternity.

That’s right. This is one of those world that soulmate comes to you neatly wrap in a bow by some sort of higher divine, cosmic bullshit. You had always wonder had it been any other way, in some other universe where soulmate is what you decided or the idea of soulmate is altogether preposterous, would it be any better. The idea of stumbling through life searching for the connection to the person you’re suppose to spend your life with is curious yet intriguing. How many times, trials and errors would you have to go through before ending up with that person. Whatever it is, seems better than having someone popping up out of nowhere like a flower in spring and just “Tah dah, I’m your soulmate, love me.” Where’s the romance, where’s the passion. Sure this was efficient when the human race was on the brink of extinction but now with it thriving like a horde of unstoppable cockroach taking over Earth and moving onto outer space, why was looking for your own love so radical.

You had heard the story thousand, no, millions of times of course. When you meet the one that was meant for you, your heart will just know. How could it be any more cryptic than that. Come on, couldn’t the ancestors had asked the Gods for something more obvious like a sign,their names appearing on your skin as a tattoo, the sound of their voice, the world bursting out with colors, anything. Nope! All you got to go on is heart palpitation or something like that. You scoffed at the girls huddling together excitingly sharing the tale on the playground at age 6, cafeteria at age 11, again at the gym locker at age 16. Some girls are so hellbent on “saving themselves heart and soul” for their soulmate that they would turn down completely good men and happiness times again. You sigh as the fleeting giggle as a group of girls murmur amongst each other, something about the girl named Hani finally felt that heart clenching moment.

Maybe you’ll never feel it, maybe it’ll be tomorrow but who knows… Whatever it may be, you’re in no rush to find out.

The Boy in the Red Flannel.

Admittedly, you’ve never bought into the whole soulmate idea nor were you ever a romantic… but sitting here in this boring beige room on your own, braving the pity eyes and that strange scent of hospital, this has got to be the lowest of low.

The road that lead to this point unraveled faster than anyone could’ve expected. You sure didn’t even know how it got to this point in a mere four months since the first time you felt that soul crushing, heart clenching moment. You sure didn’t at all.

It was just another busy night at your uncle’s small bbq joint. His wife out of commission courtesy of a brand spanking new baby and the 4 hours of sleep combined between the both of them, also thanks the the brand spanking new baby. Sleepless yet on cloud 9, they both had somehow guilted you into helping out on your spare time, just until they could figure out a better solution. A slight curve tugs at the corner of your lips at the distant memory of the night you met him… Kim Hanbin.

There used to be something so sweet, so deeply satisfied about the way his name rolled off your tongue. Just the fact that you knew you could utter his name and he’d turn around, be at attention to whatever it is you had to say. Used to. Lately, the utterance of his name just brings on tears and irresolute within your heart. The discomfort in your chest brings you back to the sound of the clerk at the front desk calling for your name.

“Miss Y/n?”

On your feet immediately, you near trip on the way to him, hands clutching a yellow manila folder that quite possibly will change your entire life.

“Before I enter your application, I am require by law to ask, Are you one hundred percent certain you want to go through with this.” He speaks up, a bit more wary this time unlike the bright smile he had given when your name was being called.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Is there anyone you’d like for me to call?” The vagueness in his question just goes out the window the second you caught onto the glance he passes at the place where Hanbin’s name would be.

“No one.”

“Alright, miss Y/n. I will now processed your request of dissolving your soulmate title application. If you can go ahead and go through door number one please. The doctor will be with you shortly.”

He smiles politely but you could see underneath that facade, a hint of sadness of a man watching a few too many times the breaking of soulmate. How or why someone would want this fucked up job, you honestly can’t understand. With one last glance and a small thankful smile for not prying at your sadness, you shut the door to room number one.

Now you know why the whole damn place smells of disinfectant. The room white, blindingly white from top to bottom, a black leathered medical bed sits neatly in the middle of it all, typical of a doctor office. A few monitors dark and silent, cabinets with locks and identical bottles inside lined the wall. The sanitary paper crinkle with the weight of your body sinking down onto the black leathered bed. Laying back, your eyes flutter shut from the impossible brightness of the room, seriously, how could a room be brighter than the sun outside.

Perhaps out of the sheer exhaustion of spending the last three nights staying up crying while pushing yourself to go through with this god forbid procedure that has your tired mind running back to that night.

You had heard a commotion, something about someone famous but at the time, the Queen of England herself could be sitting in front of you and your brain wouldn’t connect the dot even if she was wearing the crown and totting her corgi herd. No preparation would be enough to get you ready for food service job. Prop to all the food service worker, or any service worker out there really, ya’ll amazing. One second you were running dishes to table 3 then all of the sudden you were taking order at table 8. You felt like a rag doll being thrown in the tornado of hungry mouths, too impatient to be polite enough to be in public let alone a dining establishment. Your hands holding onto a tray full of those blue plastic cup filled to the rim with water, struggling a bit because who knew this job required you to have the physique of the Rock. You were struggling of course, all the way up until the tightening of your heartstring had you stop dead in your track.

There it was.

The rate your heart were accelerating had you mistaken it for a race car engine then Boom. One strong hammer left you paralyzed as noise blurred into distorted mumble. Your chest felt like it was ripping itself open to release all the pressure built up from what you had no idea. For a moment, you thought this was it, this is where your short life will end, heart attack at a tender age with no legacy to leave behind, no asset to your name. Then Boom. A second hammer had the tray of water tumbling out of your grip and you clutched your chest, eyes searching the crowd for something you didn’t know yet.

There he stood.

Kim Hanbin. So handsome even with just grey sweat, black worn out Converse, a red flannel that compliment him like a dream, a bit of blond hair peeking out from underneath a black beanie to play. He stared at you, right through you and into your soul. His hand too, was clutching his chest... you wondered, was he nervous too? Did his palm grimy with sweat like yours were? At that moment you could feel the second heartbeat steading fast in your ribcage and everyone else disappeared. All you could see was those doe eyes, pale skin lit under the moonlight, glowing from the dirty yellowed light bulbs from countless night spent mingling with the scent of meat and smoke. Even with the open atmosphere of the outdoor bbq restaurant, your lungs felt like there was no oxygen left in the room as he parted the crowd toward you.

“Hi.” was all he said as he stared you down, eyes almost scrutinizing against every part of your body and soul.

“Hello.” You had replied.

The door creaking open reeling you back to the drab reality of the white room. A lady, can’t be much older than your sister saunters in with her Louboutin heels and a pristine white lab coat. She introduces herself as Janice, the state doctor before taking a seat next to where you’re laying. She rambles on about what you had no fucking clue as your mind tries its best to recall every sweet, albeit rare moments you had with Hanbin. Judging from the twenty signatures you signed before this and the ominous warning of every worker you dealt with so far, something tells you Hanbin won’t mean much after Janice is done.

“You’re certain you want to go through with this? No harm in backing out now, Y/n. I’d understand if you need to reschedule... Maybe speak to someone first about your decision?” She speaks with care dripping from her voice and for a split second you doubted yourself. The memories of those warm, loving brown eyes and the adorably shy smile drown your senses, forcing a smile on your lips. They were so excruciatingly loving that you wish with all your might it was you at the receiving end of them. You wish so hard that the first time those eyes laid upon you there was love but they were just blank, void of any emotion beside shock. Shock that you found out all too soon why... Sohee. He was so head over heels for the model with those elegant long legs, figure of a goddess, skin whiter than feather of swans, and giggle like sunshine. So much so that even the thought of meeting his soulmate was fearsome, then to actually finally meet you... Well, make sense why you’re sitting here in this room with some woman named Janice that was about to shove a giant needle into your heart from what you’ve read on the pamphlet in the waiting room.

“I wish everyone would stop asking me that…” You timidly speak up, chuckling slightly to lighten the mood, afraid of hurting the good doctor feeling but judging from the regret twisting up her soft features, it didn’t work.

“We just want to make absolute certain you’re okay with everything because once you started, even just one dose, everything could be altered.” You nod again and a silver box is now being pull out from one of those cabinet with lock. Janice opens it up, revealing 5 small glass vial and a syringe you now wish you didn’t have to befriend with. Explanation of details ensue but Hanbin fading smile is now permeating all your senses.

It was the awkward smile he had given you the 3rd time you had met up. He hadn’t intended for it to gone down this way, his soulmate in the same room as his crush. You knew that first night that something was wrong when his heartbeat failed to match up to yours but you chose to ignore it. From the grand story your best friend had told then retold then reiterate for safety the night she met Chanwoo, you knew that was a sign and it was nothing good. Big mistake on your part as you watch him followed her around like a lost puppy. Great shiny curls bounced as she waltzed around the party in that skin tight red dress. Her makeup glimmered in all the right spot under the soft light of the grand chandelier. They talked, they danced, they laughed while you sat, then grew green with envy, before walking home alone.

Hanbin was always nice. But that was it, he was just nice... a little bit guilty, feel sorry for you even. Unlike Chanwoo and your best friend, they were head over heels in love with each other, so much so that he cried for a whole hour straight the first time he had to tour and she was too busy to come with.They went on dates and he made the best effort to get to know her and cater to her needs. He camped out at her house, spent time with her family, and honestly, they might as well be married. Hanbin, he’s just nice. Who could blame him though, between a hot model crush and you, the girl who met him in tattered boyfriend jeans, an oversized t-shirt, hair in a giant messy bun that couldn’t save itself from embarrassment. You would honestly chose the other girl if given the choice. You felt, still feel guilty for tearing him apart. The idea of dissolving the relationship officially had been toying on your mind for awhile now but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it… After all, that was the only red string tying you to him, even if it’s unwanted, the only connection you got to still see his face once or twice a week.

Your resolve was true and clear until you overheard him talking to Jinhwan. You believe his precise words were “I couldn’t have met Y/n at a wronger time, truthfully. I mean, it’s so messed up, this whole thing.” You weren’t dumb. You knew something was wrong that night you met, as his eyes weren’t glossed over with hope and dream like yours did but again, stupidly, you couldn’t bring yourself to accept, too stubborn too prideful to admit that you’re just holding onto a hopeless reality.

Well, jokes on you now as your brain made a big long way back to Janice as she finished filling the syringe with the drug and was now rubbing a pad of alcohol over the skin above your heart.

“Are we ready? If you want to stop, say it now. This can leave permanent damage. Even just one dose, it could leave irreversible damage.” You nod again and a rush of pain worse than anything in this world rained down upon your already aching heart and you black out.

Somewhere in the same city, Hanbin collapses mid practice from a pain so great he could only has time to utter your name before he too being carry away to the bench at the corner of the practice room by Chanwoo and Junhoe. The pain feels so much like the first moment he had seen you, so similar yet why is there an ominous, almost morbid souring rising inside his chest. Hand over his chest, cold sweat breaking all over his body, Hanbin stares blankly at the rest of the concern plague boys with the utmost confusion on his face. The doctor had cleared him with a perfect health at last month check up so what the hell is this throbbing in his chest that feel awfully close to a heart attack.

Then it hits him… “Y/n!” Cold sweat breaking, he screams before tearing out of the room faster than rocket straight to your house. He didn’t know how many times he had pressed the redial button on the short 20 minutes drive to your house. He just remember pestering his manager to step on it despite the poor man pushing the speed limit to the max without risking any life. Hanbin spends the rest of the short walk to your front step praying to God you’d open up the door and complains about being too busy with work as always. If the 3 calls and 6 texts he had sent you this morning wasn’t alarming enough, this jolt to the heart is church bell apocalypse alarm going off. He had thought you were just busy even if it is a bit weird you had ignored him for that long. If there was anything hanbin could count on, it’d be that you’ll always answer his texts and calls no matter the hour. Before he could tap on the doorbell, the red wooden door to tour humble abode had already swung open but to his disappointment it was your mother behind it.

“Hanbin! What are you doing here?” Your mom has more glee in her eyes at the sight of her could be son in law visiting than she had when you came home from a month long trip.

“Uhm, hello Mrs. Y/l/n. Is y/n home?" He feels the wind being knocks out of his chest from running, and from not knowing.

"She didn't tell you? Oh my goodness this girl will give me a heart attack someday. I told her so many times to tell you before she leaves." Hanbin will get a heart attack right now of your mom didn't tell him where you were soon. If he didn't find you in the next second, it'll be a second too late.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Y/l/n. I'm kind of in a hurry and she's not picking up her phone." He smiles guilty for interrupting your mom but right now is not time for chit chat.

"I'm sorry. Old lady trait, we just talk till oh gosh, we don’t stop talking now do we. I don't know where she is but her best friend should know. They said they were going away together for awhile seeing how it’s summer and all. You should ask your brother, what was his name chankyung, chansung?” She muses, you would’ve call her petty if you had heard because she knows his name but refuses to remember it on the account that somehow your best friend had gotten herself a soulmate before you.

“Chanwoo. Thank you so much. I’m sorry I have to rush out. I promise I’ll stay next time for dinner.” Hanbin runs off all the while bowing to your waving mom mom. His steps heavy with each passing second... Your mom had always been so lovely, reminding Hanbin so much of his own. He could see she loves you very much and you do her despite the constant bickering like cat and dog not even a second into a conversation. More than once he had found himself smiling like a fool watching the small quarrel you’d have with your mom as the the red door closing, before you squeezed in one last wave goodbye and a smile as a thank you for dropping you home. Yet never once did he let himself accept the dinner invitation to a home cooked meal despite the way your eyes sparked with hope and happiness every time your mom asked. Slowly, you stopped bother to wait for his answer and just head straight inside. Now, now he might never get that chance anymore if he surmises correctly.

“Jung Chanwoo, put your girlfriend on the phone.” He yelled, no sense nor patient left to be nice even though he knows the maknae had done nothing wrong except for being in love with the one person you confide your deepest secret in. Judging from the noise, the poor boy scrambles to give his love the phone without questioning.

“What do you want, Hanbin?” Your best friend sasses back, never was one to be gentle when it comes to Hanbin. She heard you cried too many times over not being the soulmate he asked for.

“Y/n, where is she?”

“Oh, not even a hello? wow, I’m hurt. I-”

“GODDAMN IT, WOMAN. WHERE’S MY SOULMATE?” Hanbin had always been a gentle soul. He never had the gut to hurt your feeling so never once did he admit to having a humongous crush the size of mount Everest on someone that wasn’t his soulmate. He kept you around with the small nice gestures and his kind words yet little did he knows, it hurt you way more to have false hope then only to watch him delicately wrapped the sweater warmed with his body heat around her dainty shoulders.

“S-She’s at the airport... her flight is in an hour and a half, go to terminal 3 right now if you wanna catch her.” Your dear best friend feels chill running down her spine from the low grunt of his voice rather than the usual sweet tone.

If he has any mind for mundane thought right now, Hanbin would be in utter shock at the ability of his spent legs to tear through the airport with such speed, all in hope of finding you on time. He’d also thanks heaven that you chose the slowest day and time to fly out of the smallest airport in the city, though at the moment, he couldn’t care less if either fan or pester reporter see him. He can’t be late, not now, he can’t let you down again.

Terminal 3 burst into view, bright from the glass panes lining the wall. His eyes frantically searches for the familiar tousles of hair and the figure he had come to memorize, never mind the worsening pain in his chest and the aching that has beginning to settle in his legs.

“Y/N!”

He screams and you feel yourself frozen in a pocket of time. Sure you had dreamt that he’d run to you, stop you from leaving like those iconic romcom scenes but realistically, how could he when you had left without a word. You chuckle to yourself before continuing your heavy steps toward the gate, in complete disbelief that you could still imagining such thing even with the shot of medicine to the heart. Even when you feel your shoulder being tug back, tumbling backward surely to hit the ground hard, the thought of Hanbin was stopping you were still preposterous. You had prepared to attack whoever it was but then how could it be... How could his voice still sound so realistic next to your ears... How.

“Y/n, stop, please... Please...”

Your body was being hold on tight yet you weren’t scare, why aren’t you scare? Fearful, your eyes avert the stranger’s gaze yet they’re also drinking in the sight of that familiar fabric and that comforting scent.

“H-Hanbin?” There he is, panic fills his eyes as they searches for any sort of emotion on your blank face... “Huh... so this is where this old thing had been.” Your eyes soften after a good minute of just staring at the face that was slowly losing meaning in your mind, listening to his pants as your heart tingles rather than the full blown palpitation you were used to whenever he faces you. Your fingers tracing out the edge of old red checkered flannel he had worn the first time you saw his handsome self. “I’ve been looking for it you know...”

“I, you left it at the dorm last time you were over.” He sighs, forehead resting against yours, hot breath fanning your face from the endless time of running.

“Ah... I thought I lost it.”

“I thought you didn’t want it anymore... Seeing how you’re leaving me and all.”

“How could I not want it... It’s the only thing left I have of you.” Your voice barely there, eyes relearning the lines of his features one last time before they lose all meaning. “So,you come to this neck of the wood often?” You ponder, wondering why is he being so affectionate with the way his left arm wrapping tight around your waist, right hand rubbing gentle circles on your back. Honestly, if anyone see now, they might really mistaken a boy seeing his girlfriend off, unwilling to let go of his love.

“How could you still joke right now... Why, Y/n?” His voice pained and truthfully, your heart feel at peace. No pain, no clenching, nothing. Wow, this drug really is miracle.

“It’s alright, Hanbin. I’m fine...” A dejected grin blooms on your lips as your fingers continue to trace out the seams and buttons of the endearing worn flannel. “I know you don’t like me so-”

“Don’t go and decide who I like and don’t like. Doing something this crazy, and on your own? You really are insane.” Before you could even finish formulating your thought, Hanbin stabs you in the heart once more.

“I- You don’t have to lie, Hanbin. I know you love Sohee... Wait, how did you-”

“Know you went through with the procedure?” He stole the words off your tongue before pulling down the collar of the white tee he had been wearing down just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the sharp red lines etched deep onto his skin where his own fingers had clawed in desperation to alleviate the pain . Blooming dark on his perfectly milky skin a deep bruise mirroring the same one you have over your own heart, although his lacks the scab where the needle of the syringe once was. Your eyes widen in shock, fingers gently caress his silky soft skin with the utmost care, wincing as he flinches slightly from no doubt pain. “Y/n, how could you do something like that without telling me first? Are you crazy? Did it hurt a lot? I can’t imagine how much it hurt for you... Must be ten, hundred times compare to mine.”

“Hanbin, stop it.” Your voice wavering, breathy. How could he destroys all the resolve you had for the past 2 weeks with just a few sentences and one hug. You could feel your legs giving out even if your heart stilled and calmed under the affect of the drug.

“Does it still hurt? Let me see.” His words caring, accompany by the hand that was now pressing tight over the one you have atop your heart. “Can I see? I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m serious, Hanbin. Stop it.” Your words like ghost to his ears as he continues whatever it is he had planned.

“Please? How are you feeling?”

“Stop.”

“What’s wrong? Are you hurting again?”

“STOP. STOP. I SAID STOP. What do you think you’re doing.” Against everything you had ever wanted, you push him off with all your might, ripping the comfort and serenity he’s providing away. “You don’t love me. You’ve never love me. Please... Just let me go. I don’t want to be hurt anymore.” You exasperate and Hanbin feels his heart creaks wide open, bleeding raw yet at the same time he’s angry, angry you’re so blind as to not see it.

“Where is it?” He grumbles suddenly, tone changing faster than you could even comprehend. “Y/n, where’s the rest of the drug. I know there’re more doses.” Before you could even realize what he was asking for, his hands already digging deep into your duffle bag, pulling out the silver box Janice had so carefully packed for your long trip. He opens it in haste without a care in the world and before you could act, hanbin’s already dropping it on the floor and with all the pent up anger and sadness, he smashes them to pieces with each stomp of his feet.

“No, no, no, no, Hanbin. No stop.” You lunges at the bleeding vials, wanting, needing to salvage whatever that was left but he holds you back, with all his strength and love, he holds you in his arms.

“How could you be so fucking blind, Y/n? I fucking love you. How could you not see it, for months now, I fucking love you.” Rather than the reaction he had hoped for, his words only enraged you further, adding fuel to your already raging flames. You punch him hard in the chest before diving onto the useless pile of broken glass and stained box. You mutter words of incredulity that this was happening, that all the pity you endured, the hours of pain, the time you spent blacked out on that stupid hospital chair bed after shot, and most of all the effort it took to ignore all his attempts at reaching you. It was all a waste, spilling out like the medicine running free of its confinement, soaking through the box.

“Did you know how hard it was for me to get these? Kim Hanbin you crazy person.” You shot a glare his way but instead of guilt, anger upon fury was what evident on his face. “Calling me blind? what the fuck do you know about blindness... It’s not like you’ve ever see me when she’s around.”

“I don’t- Wow, honestly?” Frustration taut on his forehead as a grunt passes those lips that you thought only could whisper honey drip voice and sunshine. “You want to know about blindness? I’ll tell you. Blindness is when you’re so fucking obsess with staring at Sohee you completely missed out on all the things that’s wonderful about yourself. Blindness is when you could work toward love yet instead you chose to pity yourself while staring at Chanwoo and his girl. Blindness... Blindness is when you’re so hellbent on me not loving you that you’d go do something this fucked up without letting me know first.” His body drops onto the floor, hands reaching to stop your still frantic hands searching for any remnant of the medicine that could be salvage. Hanbin knows the tale all too well, after all, he was always a romantic unlike what you’ve come to believe about him. He’s all for the notion of meeting that someone he’s fated to be with for the rest of his life, to get to know them, learn to love the good and the bad. So it was natural that he decided to learn about, what he considers to be one of the most heartbroken act in the world, to rid yourself of your soulmate. He knows how the medicine would affect the host body, the pain, the aching, or at least to the extent the witness accounts explained in the many books he read. He also knows that each time a heart is subjects to the medicine, it loses a bit of its capability to love and that is the last thing he wants for you. He wants you all to himself, to have all the love your heart can produce and the thought of you going through that archaic torture all on your own shatters his soul. Even if it’s it’s not him that has your heart, Hanbin needs for you to be able to love with all your heart, to be happy. His voice soften as he pulls you to rest on his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. Elated that he got a chance to kiss you even if it’s not to your lips, sadden that this might be the last time he’s able to. “You know what fucking blindness is? It’s when you’re so busy staring at everyone else that you missed all the glances I stole when you’re around. It’s when you chalked all the small things I do for you, all the love gestures I planned out because I’m so fucking infatuated with you, as me pitying you. It’s when you’re so blind to your own feeling that you dismissed mine because you think it’s somehow impossible for me to love you.” He sighs, this time gently onto your lips where he had just placed his own for a delicate kiss.

“I-I just thought you felt bad because...” You mutter back against his lips, not quite yet returning the kiss but in no way rejecting his touch.

“I fucking love you. Nobody is pitying you, Y/n. I. Love. You. How many time do you want me to say it?” He pulls away, slightly ashamed that he had forced himself onto you even if it was in the smallest way he knows how. His eyes blown from being so close to you, he could still detect the floral perfume you had put on so many hours ago, and the slight hint of rose scented lip balm that always made your lips look so delectable. There wasn’t a hint of doubt nor that this was all an elaborate joke. His gaze, his voice, even the way he breathes are all so sincere.

“For the rest of your life...?” You whisper back, putting what little left your heart could still feel left for him on the statement, betting it all away for another chance. Hanbin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Moments ago you were pushing him away, hours before you were turning him down in the most hurtful way you could but now...

“Wha-?!”

‘For... the rest...of our lives?” Your voice loses its confidence as the boy still holding onto your limp body begins to retreat at the bombshell statement.

“This... you can still joke right now? Okay. I love you. I love you.” His embrace constricting, pressing your heart close to his and there it was again. The tiniest clench, like a baby being born into the world, so vulnerable yet so magnificent. Eyes wide, Hanbin pushes you away just enough to study your expression that was mirroring his, complete and utter shock. “I love you.” He said again, once more pressing your chest to his, bursting out in the heartiest of laugh when the kitten like jolt resonates through his heart again. He laughs, then cries, then something that sounds awfully lot like “I did it, I fixed your heart” ushers out of his lips as he pulls you onto your feet, hand clasping tight in yours. Yet when he begins to walk, a dead weight holding him back in place, wiping that smile off his face.

“I’m not leaving with you, Hanbin. I got a flight to catch.” A sudden rush of memories swirls in the air, stopping your happy reunion short.

“What? But, Y/n... I, we, our hearts synced... How could you still deny that I love you.” Appalls by your stubborness, he croaks out for the umpteenth time today, words of disbelief and shock.

“Just because my heart malfunctioned doesn’t mean anything changes.... Or anything you said to Jinhwan that one night” Your hand retreats from his loosening grasp, no doubt your words struck a nerve.

“How much did you hear?”

“Enough... enough to know this is all a lie.” His mouth closing then opening like fish out of water, trying his best to tie it all together but you interrupt his thought once again. “Save it, Hanbin. Just admit to yourself that what you feel for me is pity. Go back to Sohee, I’m sure in time she’ll becomes your soulmate.”

“Shut up for one second, will you?” He retaliates. “This, this is exactly why I called you blind. You see- You hear one part of the whole then fill in the rest with your messed up view of everyone. You wanna know the rest of that story? or are you going to run away and sulk, risking a lifetime of happiness over a misunderstanding.” Fingers carding through his soft blond hair frustratingly, he stands his ground, awaiting your answer and when none came, he sighs in relief. “Good. I told hyung you couldn’t come at a worse time because yes, I didn’t love you when I first saw you. Because I was so occupied with trying to get over Sohee. She had found her life long partner and I was just a little boy crushing on her helplessly from the shadow. I said that because I knew I didn’t give you all that I could, all that you deserve from a soulmate. I know I neglected you but I was scared of messing up. I wanted things to be perfect and I guess I waited too long to tell you. ” He chuckles but his expression conveys perfectly how much pain he’s in, how messed up this whole situation is, and how much he blames himself. “I just want everything to be perfect for my perfect girl. If you had picked up your phone today, we would be on our first date right now. I had this whole big plan, take you to the zoo, then maybe a bit of shopping before we go to dinner. Then we’ll go to the pier at night, they’ve been having that food festival there. Have some food, a drink or two, maybe then I’ll have enough courage to kiss you.... Not breaking up in an airport. Now it’s too late.” Hands shoving deep in his pockets, his gaze averting yours onto the boring white tiles, scuffed up with endless stream of passenger. A small sniffle reaches your ears and before you know what was happening, your heart had overridden your brain as you lean forward to pull the shivering boy into your arms.

“It’s not too late...” Was all you could say before he already captures your lips in another kiss. His hands rough against your body, like a kid desperately clinging onto the thin restraint of his favorite balloon that could float away at any second but you didn’t mind it one bit. It feels so good to be hold, to be needed after months of standing on the sideline. Hanbin didn’t really care that he might come off as desperate with the way his lips hastily catching yours the second you pull away. His kisses like blows to your heart and head as your mind dizzy with the weight of everything that had just happened. Your hands found purchase around his tear stained cheeks, holding him back just enough to search for his eyes.

“Hanbin... Stop for a second.” You whine when he crashes his lips against yours once more, not caring that your hands were doing their best to hold him back.

“No, Y/n. You’re gonna overthink again if I stop. Just a little bit more, baby.” You almost hated when he use that whiny voice of his, almost.

“Baby? Where did that name come from?” You quip, a small smirk tugging at your lips as your fingers work their best to wipe of the few lingering tears raining from those beautiful eyes, well more like struggling to wipe his cheeks as he resists, wanting nothing more to continue his show of affection.

“I- uh... I... Shhh.”

“Let’s go, lover boy. People are beginning to stare...” You eyes the passerby warily, acutely aware of the fact that you two had just put on a very public and dramatic show. “I’ll come home with you if I can have the red flannel back, deal?”

Glancing around, his face suddenly lights up brighter than a red Christmas light at the small giggle and whispers of an older couple something about “puppy love”. Suddenly your resistant was being fully accepted as he pulls you up in his arm, hoisting the heavy duffle bag onto his shoulder. Arm holding you close, Hanbin insisting on pressing kisses to your forehead and hair as you both step toward a future radiant with hope and love. “Deal! deal! You can have this one, and my whole closet. Whatever you want, baby. Just, come home. We’ll figure it out together, okay?” Shedding quickly the old worn thing he had never think twice about throwing onto the ground after a sweaty game with Chanwoo, or stuffing it in the corner of his room till it takes on a strange scent, Hanbin is just glad you’re finally listening to him, finally looking at him. If he can’t get the damn thing over your body in the next second, it’d be too late. “Are you sure this is the only thing you want, babe? I can get you new one, better one...” Taking a moment for yourself, you silently bask in the overflowing warmth as Hanbin wraps the red flannel with the slight scent of sweat around your body, happily chatting away.

“I just want this one.You know, I didn’t think you would be this cheesy...” You quip, feigning disgust at the embolden wet kiss he just landed on your lips, deep down overjoy that your heart has begun to learn the rhythm of that foreign beat of his heart.

“Did you think the boys were kidding when they complain that I’m too clingy, or into skinship way too much?” Cheeky with a smirk on his lips and playful glint in his eyes, he pulls you close once again, pressing your face into his chest as you both awaits the arrival of his manager.

“I mean, I didn’t think it’s this bad...”

“Well, get used to it missy. From the look of things, you’re not leaving my side for the next couple years, just for safe measure, in case you do something crazy again.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy in love with you is what I am

The boy in the Chef Apron. (Coming Soon)

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