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[smileyishere92]

Snuggles and Cuddles

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Fluff

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Girlfriend!Reader, Boyfriend!Yunho, Mingi (Cameo)

Summary: Yunho has the best alcohol tolerance amongst his friends. However, after a night out, you didn't think that his best friend would bring him home, absolutely wasted. Seems like alcohol unlocks a whole new side of your boyfriend you didn't know existed

Word count: 3.4K

Warning(s): Alcohol consumption, drunk-ness, y/n babies Yunho and teases him but all in good fun

A/N: I started this, not really having idol Yunho in mind. But I guess with Puddeongi, it means he's an idol right? Idk, I mainly wanted Yunho and Puddeongi in this story lmao

Tonight was finally a night to relax. No late night meetings, no work assignments to complete, nothing. So you put a movie on, turned off the light and nestled a tub of ice cream in your hand, enjoying your night off to the max.

"What time in Yunho getting back?" You thought out loud, checking your phone. Before knowing you had a night off, Yunho had made plans to go out for drinks with his friends.

Of course, your ever loving, sweet boyfriend immediately wanted to cancel to spend time with you when he found out but you insisted he go.

'Don't wait up for me, lovey~ I might be back late or go crash at Mingi's. - your Yuyu'

The last text he sent you was at 9:30pm. It was approaching midnight but you were not that worried. Yunho could handle himself.

*DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG*

"Ah! Coming." You put your bowl down and shuffled over to the door, wondering who was ringing your doorbell so incessantly. When you opened it, you were surprised to see Mingi standing there, struggling to hold up your drunk boyfriend. Mingi's face brightened up when he saw you there.

"(y/n)! Thank god." Mingi let out a sigh of relief. You blinked, taking in the scene before you. You've never seen Yunho so intoxicated before, he usually holds his liquor well compared to his friends.

"I-Is he okay?" You were unsure of what to do. Yunho's face was so flushed and eyes were closed.

"He's fine. Just had a little bit too much to drink. I wanted to bring him back to mine but he insisted on coming back here." He sighed.

"Oh... Thanks for bringing him home, Mingi. Are you sober enough to go home on your own? You can crash here if you'd like." You offered with a soft smile.

"I'm fine. One drunk is enough to keep you busy." He chuckled, stumbling a little as Yunho swayed.

"Alright, let me know when you get back." You said. Mingi nodded and you went over to help him, softly cupping Yunho's cheeks.

"(y/n)!" Yunho suddenly exclaimed loudly, making you and Mingi jump. He opened his arms and threw them around you, causing you to almost fall over. Luckily you held the wall.

"Yah. Don't hurt her." Mingi slapped the back of Yunho's head.

"Owww, don't hit me." Yunho pouted, nuzzling his head against yours affectionately. You patted his back to comfort him. It wasn't easy to balance yourself when your giant boyfriend decided to put almost his entire weight on you.

"I've got it, Mingi. Thanks again." You giggled. Mingi nodded and patted Yunho's head.

"Don't give (y/n) a hard time, Yunho ah." Mingi chided before leaving. You closed the door with your foot and guided Yunho in. There was no choice but to put him on the couch first.

"Yunho, are you alright?" You asked. He maintained his pout and shook his head.

"What's wrong?" You went closer to him. He didn't say anything but hugged your waist, burying his face against your stomach.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong. Does your stomach not feel good?" You asked, running your fingers through his hair lovingly. His face and body was so warm compared to yours.

"My head hurts~" He whined.

"Alright, let me get you some medicine." You wanted to pull away but he only tightened his grip on you, shaking his head again.

"Silly, the medicine will make your head feel better." You chuckled.

"Noooooo~ I just want you~" He whined. You let out a soft sigh, unsure of what to do with a drunk, whiny Yunho. But he was honestly so cute. Normally, he was always such a gentle giant, a golden retriever, but he was never this needy and clingy with you. It was a whole new side of him that was so endearing.

"Yuyu, why don't we change and go to bed? We can cuddle then go to sleep." You offered. He looked up at you with excitement and nodded his head.

"Come on." You held your hand out to him, still supporting his body as you entered your shared bedroom to go to the bathroom.

"Sit here." You closed the toilet cover and let Yunho sit there while you grabbed his clothes.

"Where are you going?" Yunho asked but still stayed in his spot.

"I just went to get you some clean clothes, babe. It'll be more comfortable for you." You replied, putting the shirt and pajama pants by the sink. Yunho tilted his head.

"Arms up." You instructed. Yunho obediently raised his arms as you removed his shirt and helped him into one of his home shirts. It was hard when it came to changing his pants since his legs were so long, it was a struggle but you managed to do it.

"You're pretty." He giggled as he watched you wet a cloth with a dreamy grin on his face.

"Thanks?" You chuckled and wrung the cloth, proceeding to wipe his face gently since you didn't want to risk him showering and possibly falling or hurting himself in any way.

"I want to hold you." He said, arms reaching out for you like a sad child.

"I promise you can later, hmm?" You stroked his head. You rinsed the cloth and wiped his arms.

"This should cool you down." You carefully wiped his neck as well, which made him laugh and squirm. Yunho's laugh was always so infectious to you, the way he throws his head back to laugh.

"That tickles! And it's cold~." He giggled. You laughed along with him and grabbed his mouthwash.

"Do you think you can you rinse your mouth?" You asked since you didn't know how to help someone brush their teeth. He looked at you then the mouthwash, thinking for a while before nodding his head slowly. You had a watchful eye as he gargled the mouthwash.

"Spit." You instructed and he did. Thankfully he didn't swallow it.

"Good job, Yuyu." You reached up to pat his head. Yunho grinned bashfully at your praise and threw his arms around you.

"You smell nice~ So nice~" He buried his face against your shoulder, making you melt. You were wearing Yunho's shirt as a dress since he was so tall, like you always did. So you basically smelt like him.

"Let's get you to bed." You moved him out of the bathroom and to the bed.

"Here, I'll let you hug Puddeongi tonight." You helped him under the covers, grabbing Puddeongi and putting in into his arms.

"Hi, Puddeongi." He shyly waved to the plush as it stared back at him. He giggled and patted the plush's tummy. You had a stifle a laugh. You were usually the one to hug Puddeongi to sleep since Yunho preferred to hug you. Sometimes, he would even steal Puddeongi so you had 'no choice' but to hug him instead.

"Wait! Where are you going?!" Yunho genuinely looked like he was going to cry when he felt you pulling away from him. You stroked his hand to calm him down.

"I'm just gonna clear up, Yun. I'll be right back, I promise." You squeezed his hand.

"Promise?" Yunho pouted sadly and it did tug at your heart a little, seeing him so sad. You nodded your head.

"Okay..." He reluctantly let go of your hand, letting you go clean up. You went out to the living to wash your dirty ice cream bowl and turn off the television.

"See? I told you I'll be back, Yunho." You re-entered the room, seeing Yunho sulk, his cheek squished against Puddeongi's body. But when he heard you, he immediately perked up with a bright smile.

However, you didn't come back to bed immediately. Instead, you went to the bathroom to grab his dirty clothes that were on the ground and threw them into the laundry basket. You didn't want you or Yunho to trip while coming in. But you made sure you were in Yunho's view the entire time.

"(y/n)... Do you have a boyfriend?" Yunho asked as you moved around the room. From your position at the sink, you turned to see him sitting up, Puddeongi in his lap.

"Why is he so cute?" You mumbled to yourself, taking your phone to quickly snap a picture of him.

"I do." You nodded with a chuckle, washing your own face since you did sweat a little while helping Yunho. Yunho appreciated that you kept the door to the bathroom open so he could see you.

"Your boyfriend is very lucky to have you. You're so pretty." He replied with a serious tone.

"Yun, you are my boyfriend." You reminded.

"Oh... I am? Then I am very lucky to have you." He smiled, letting out a big sigh of relief. You laughed at him and hung the rinsed cloth up to dry then crawled into bed with him.

"Comfy?" You pulled the covers up after he laid back down, Puddeongi squished against his cheek. He nodded his head.

"Goodnight, Yun. I love you." You leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek. But before you could turn around to turn off the bedside lamp, you noticed the pout and frown that was still on his face as he looked up at you.

"What's wrong? Does your head still hurt? Or your tummy?" You asked worriedly, stroking his head. Since he didn't let you get the medicine for him earlier, you didn't want him to be in pain.

"I want to hold you. Just now, you promised I could." He said with disappointment.

"I know, Yun. I'm just turning off the light and we can cuddle after." You smiled, turning off the light.

"I'm right here, okay?" You laced fingers with him. Yunho somehow managed to put Puddeongi on top of you to hug both you the plush in his arms.

"Hmm~ Hmm~" You heard Yunho making little noises.

"What's up, Yun?" You asked.

"Nothing. I'm just happy. I have you~ Puddeongi~" He said, kicking his feet with excitement. You were sure that if he was really a golden retriever, his tail would be thumping against the bed in happiness.

"Alright, happy boy. Go to sleep." You reached up to pat his head. You changed your position, letting Yunho hug your waist alongside Puddeongi, so he could lay his head on your chest to be the small spoon. His face and body were still a little warm but you liked having him close to you.

"Your heartbeat is pretty." He mumbled. Now you knew he was spewing nonsense. You giggled and stroked his head to try to lull him to sleep.

*BZZ BZZ*

"Hang on." You moved away to check your phone, unaware that Yunho was looking over your shoulder with a frown on his face.

'Hey, sorry I forgot to shoot you a text. I guess I fell asleep on the couch the moment I got back, didn't even have time to remove my shoes. But I'm back safe. - Mingi'

"Your phone light makes my head hurt. Stop." He whined, burying his face against your back.

"It's just your best friend telling me he's home safe." You informed, sending a quick reply to Mingi to give him an update about Yunho too.

"Ugh! Why are you talking to other guys? You said I am your boyfriend!" He huffed angrily, showing his frustration. You turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. The room was dark but the light from your phone illuminated his face a little.

"Yun... He's your best friend. He brought you home safely, we should make sure he got home safe too." You spoke to him slowly. Yunho turned his nose up from you.

"You big baby." You rolled your eyes but put your phone down. You were actually a little worried that your phone hurt his head.

"Okay, you just cuddle Puddeongi tonight. Goodnight, Yun." You wished. But suddenly, Yunho glued himself to you.

"Am not a baby." He mumbled against your chest as he hugged you like before, sandwiching you between the bed and Puddeongi. You hummed to appease him.

"I love you." He murmured as he drifted off to sleep.

"Love you too." You kissed his head and joined Yunho in dreamland.

The next time you woke up, Yunho had rolled away from you, snuggling with Puddeongi. You smiled softly and brushed his fringe away from his face so it wouldn't bother him.

"Rest well." You whispered. You couldn't help it, grabbing your phone to take a picture. Seeing Yunho's face squished against Puddeongi, it was too cute not to take a pic. After that, you tucked your phone away and adjusted the blanket over him before leaving the bedroom to let him sleep more.

When Yunho reached over, he expected his hand to reach yours or at least, your body. He didn't expect the empty space.

"Baby???" He sat up, looking at the Puddeongi in his lap in confusion. Why was he hugging Puddeongi and not you? He winced as he felt the pounding in his head.

"God..." He groaned, falling forward. When he heard the door open, he sat back up immediately.

"(y/n)?!"

"Woah, woah. Slow down, big guy. Are you alright?" You blinked in surprise at his reaction. He seemed like he was about to leap into your arms or something.

"You were not here." He sulked.

"I know, I wanted you to sleep more. And I cooked you food, you're always hungry after a night of drinking." You replied, sitting down.

"Gosh, what happened last night...? My head hurts so bad." He groaned and fell forward, leaning his head on your shoulder. You reached up to try and massage his head, hopefully being able to alleviate some of his pain.

"You don't remember anything?" You asked. He shook his head.

"It's okay. Here, I brought you some hangover cure and ginger ale, it'll help your head and tum. You can take meds later if you need." You told him, retrieving what you brought in for him.

"Lifesaver." Yunho said, downing the hangover cure. His face scrunched up at the bitterness but he chased it with the ginger ale.

"H-How did I get home? A taxi?" He asked.

"Mingi brought you home. He said he was going to bring you back to his to crash but you insisted on being brought home." You smiled. Yunho frowned slightly, trying to remember what happened.

"I'm drawing blanks here. I guess I really overdid it last night. Thank you for taking care of me, sorry if I troubled you." He sighed.

"What are you saying? Don't apologise, it's no trouble at all. You always take care of me when I'm on my period, we take care of each other when we're sick. It's just what we do, hmm? So no need to thank me and no need to apologise." You stroked his cheek and he leaned into your touch.

"That's right." He smiled, lifting your hand to kiss the back of it.

"So you really don't get remember anything?" You checked. Yunho's eyes widened at your words, shaking his head slowly.

"I-I didn't do anything, did I? Oh my god, did I hurt you?!" Yunho's hands flew to cover his mouth as he moved back from you, as if he was really scared.

"No! No, not at all, Yun. You didn't hurt me. I trust that you would never hurt me, no matter how intoxicated." You smiled softly.

"Phew! Cause if I did, I'll never forgive myself. I'll pack up and leave now." He let out a shaky sigh of relief.

"Okay, calm down. You didn't hurt me, no need to pack up and go anywhere." You chuckled. He smiled and leaned over to give you a kiss to your forehead, he was really the sweetest.

"You were mighty adorable though. I've never seen you like that before in all our years of being together." You giggled. Yunho merely looked at you and blinked in confusion at your words. You took your phone out and showed him the pictures that you took of him with Puddeongi.

"Delete this!" He yelled, grasping the device, his ears and neck turning red in embarrassment.

"No way! You were so cute. You were all whiny and clingy, wanting to hold me the entire time, kept saying I was pretty. I even needed to remind you that my boyfriend was you." You said.

"Please, if you love me, delete this. And delete from your brain what happened last night." He begged.

"I love you and I'm keeping this. When I let you hug Puddeongi, you even went 'hi Puddeongi'." You imitated the cute wave he did.

"Please stop, I beg you." He buried his face in his hands.

"Alright, I'll stop. Let's go eat the ramen I cooked you before it gets cold and soggy." You patted his head. Yunho nodded and went to brush his teeth before coming out to the kitchen.

You won't tell him that he was jealous of you texting Mingi last night, he seemed embarrassed enough. But thinking about it again made you laugh to yourself.

"Wait, are you still laughing at me?" Yunho stopped in his tracks when he caught you laughing quietly on your own. You lied and shook your head, putting the bowl of spicy ramen in front of him then grabbing him chopsticks and a spoon.

"Mmm, that hits the spot." He sighed blissfully after taking a sip of the salty, spicy soup. Thankfully it distracted him from how you were laughing at him.

"Are you eating, baby? You can have some." Yunho held his bowl out to you.

"It's alright, I had toast and coffee earlier when I woke up." You told him with a smile, placing your hand over his.

"That was great, just what I needed. Thank you, baby." Yunho leaned over to give you a kiss. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, Yunho took the opportunity to pull you down into his lap.

"Can we spend the rest of the day in bed?" He asked, resting his cheek against your shoulder.

"Of course, you might want to shower first though. I only wiped your face, neck and arms when you came back." You informed.

"Are you telling me I smell?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well, even with a change of clothes, you did spend the night out in a public place and you kind of smell like day-old booze." You wrinkled your nose. Yunho rolled his eyes but leaned in to nuzzle his cheek against yours lovingly. While you cleaned up and did the dishes, Yunho went to take a shower.

"Ah, that was great." Yunho sighed blissfully as he stepped out of the bathroom. You sat up on the bed, putting your phone aside.

"Come." You patted the space in front of you. Yunho happily climbed over to you, leaning down as you helped him towel dry his hair like you always do.

"You have to comb your hair. It's always so frizzy and poofy." You giggled as you grabbed his brush.

"I know, that's why I have you to do it for me." He turned around to smile at you.

"All done." You went to put the towel back in the bathroom. When you came out, you saw Yunho laying there with his arm around Puddeongi as he checked his phone.

"Look at you being best friends after I let you spend the night holding him." You teased. Yunho shot you a glare and shoved Puddeongi back into your arms.

"Come here. I would rather hug you." He opened his arms and you slotted yourself in them. Yunho always insisted that you fit so perfectly in his arms. You hugged Puddeongi tight, he smelt like a mix of you and Yunho now.

"So, why did you and the boys drink so much last night? I mean, you've never gotten so drunk before." You asked.

"Oh... I don't know, I can't remember." Yunho shook his head. You hummed. You didn't know that Yunho was lying, he knew why the boys kept pouring him drinks last night.

It had to do with the small velvet ring box that was hidden in the pocket of his blazer in the closet.

[smileyishere92]

It's The Little Things In Life

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Magic, Comedy, Friends to Lovers

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Employee!Reader, BestFriend!Yunho, Yunho's Family (Cameo)

Summary: After having the worst week and feeling horrible about life, you went to your best friend's house, wanting to get some comfort. However, you didn't expect that one of his magic experiments to go wrong. But maybe it's not a bad thing because you learnt to enjoy the little things in life.

Word count: 6.8K

Story warning(s): BABY YUNHO ALERT! Also Reader is stressed so she feels down. This story deals with the use of magic/ spells but not in a bad and negative way.

[A/N: It's MAKEITMINGI's tumblr anniversary! This is me, unable to move on from baby Yunho. That's it. I haven't moved on and neither should you. I tried to translate and convey the baby talk/ pronounciation as best as I can.]

It had been an awful week. Just one of those weeks that made you feel like quitting school, qutting your job and moving to another country. It seemed like the week was never going to end and at the end of each day, you felt like breaking down.

You know, just one of those weeks.

Which was why, you dropped your best friend a text, telling him you were going over. You've known each other for so long, his family wasn't even phased when you would randomly show up.

"Is he still asleep?" You looked at your phone, seeing that Yunho hadn't even opened your message.

It was the weekend so you didn't blame him for wanting to sleep in. You would usually be sleeping in too if you weren't so... stressed.

*DING DONG*

"Who is it?" You heard the voice of Yunho's mum sound out from inside before she came to open the door. She poked her head out, eyes sparkling when she saw that it was you.

"(y/n) ah!" She opened the door wider. You grinned and moved to slot yourself into her embrace, letting her hug you.

"Hi, omonim. I brought everyone bagel sandwiches." You told her.

"Aish, silly girl. I told you, you don't always have to bring things when you're dropping by. You're family!" She chided but received the paper bag of food.

"I want to spoil you and abonim every once in a while! Is Yunho in? I texted him to let him know that I was coming over but he didn't reply so I figured that he's still sleeping." You asked, removing your shoes as she closed the door behind you. There was an odd expression that crossed her face, only for a split second.

"Ah... About that..." She let out a soft sigh.

"What's wrong? Did something happen to Yunho?" Your eyes widened with worry.

"Yeobo, you're scaring the poor girl." Yunho's dad appeared. You smiled and ran to hug him too. With them only have Yunho and Gunho as children, you were basically their beloved daughter.

"It's not that anything inherently bad happened to Yunho. He's not injured or anything..." Mr Jeong said.

"Wait, I'm confused." You scratched your head.

"It might be easier if we just show you. Yunho ah!" Mrs Jeong called down the hallway. There was a light pattering of footsteps before a small figure appeared in front of you.

You froze, eyes widened as you took in the small figure in front of you. He stared back at you with big, adorable eyes.

"T-This is a joke, right? A prank of some sort..." You turned to look at the two elders.

"Unfortunately, it's not. Yunho was experimenting with new spells yesterday and he accidentally turned back his body's clock." Mr Jeong sighed.

"So that's really Yunho?" You squeaked. Mr and Mrs Jeong nodded in confirmation. Yunho beamed, jumping forward to hug his mother's leg, burying his face against the material of his pants. You recognised him from the baby pictures that Mrs Jeong showed you before.

Yunho's family were one of the gifted ones that knew magic and spells. It was common but you didn't have affinity for magic like they did so you never practiced.

"Is this permenant?" You asked.

"No, it should wear off but we don't know how long. Gunho's trying to find a reversal spell now. This boy... he always gets distracted when he's practicing spells." Mr Jeong shook his head.

"Mmm, I get it. I remember the last time he gave himself jelly legs and couldn't walk properly for a week." You chuckled.

"You know him well enough." Mrs Jeong giggled.

"I ran out this morning to buy some clothes and shoes so we should be fine until he turns back to his regular self." Mr Jeong said as Mrs Jeong sat Yunho beside you on the couch.

"He's at the age where he only knows simple words so we don't know how much he remembers." Mrs Jeong said.

"He might have forgotten me?" You felt your chest tighten as you sounded the words out.

"We don't know, (y/n). It's a body clock spell so the clock might have turned on his memories too. He's just a kid so we can't exactly ask him what he remembers." Mr Jeong said with a sorry smile.

"I see... I understand." You nodded. They were visibly distraught by this too, you didn't want to burden them with your own worries.

"Hi, Yunho." You turned to the child beside you and spoke in a higher tone, one that you would use with children. He looks no older than 3 years old, maybe even younger. Hearing his name, Yunho looked up at you, blinking in confusion. There was no familiarity or recognition in his eyes as he faced you.

"Why are you suddenly so cute?" You mumbled as held out your palm, letting him place his smaller hand in yours. Mr and Mrs Jeong laughed fondly at the two of you.

"Maybe he does recognise you." Mrs Jeong squeezed your shoulder as Yunho moved the fiddle with the bracelets around your wrist.

"I'm usually not very good with kids. Never really know how to play with them." You stated, watching Yunho.

"Oh, don't worry, (y/n). Yunho's always been a happy, silly child. He's never really fussed or cried a lot." His parents assured you, going to eat the sandwiches that you bought them.

"Have you eaten, dear?" Mrs Jeong asked.

"Yes, I have. Please go ahead and enjoy." You smiled. Even if you did eat, Mr Jeong did get you a glass of juice.

"Pease." Yunho suddenly said. You tilted your head in confusion at what he was trying to say.

"Pease." He repeated the same word, looking up at you with his puppy dog eyes and chubby cheeks. He then looked at your glass of juice on the table, pointing at it with his finger.

"Oh! Sure, Yun." You smiled softly, reaching out to take the glass, holding the straw out to his lips. You were careful, not wanting the edge of the straw to hit his lip or something since you've never taken care of a child on your own before.

"Is it good?" You cooed and took a tissue to wipe his mouth. He nodded his head with a smile.

"Yum!" He grinned. You felt your heart melt, even as a child, he was still able to have this effect on you.

"(y/n), you can take Yunho out, if you'd like. You don't have to stay here the whole day with him. I'm sure he would like to go out and play too." Mrs Jeong giggled from her seat at the dining table.

"But I don't know how to take care of a kid... What if I mess up or he cries?" You panicked slightly.

"You won't mess up, (y/n). If you want to do it, do it. Don't let your doubts and worries stop you." Mr Jeong said confidently.

"What can I do that is... kid friendly?" You asked.

"I'm sure you can do what you and Yunho usually do when you both hang out. That doesn't have to change. Who knows, you might have more fun with kid Yunho than older Yunho." Mrs Jeong winked.

"Yunho, would you like to go out and play with me?" You bent down to his eye level.

"Pay?" He tilted his head. You nodded in confirmation. He burst out into excited laughter, surprising you by throwing himself into your arms.

"Woah, be careful. I swear, even as a child, you still like to do this to me." You mumbled, making Yunho's parents laugh. Yunho, who was obviously taller and towered over you, always like to put his entire body weight and frame over your own smaller one to make you lose your balance.

"You might have to go buy him some snacks. We obviously are not prepared to have a baby in the house." Mr Jeong chuckled as Mrs Jeong brought Yunho to the room to change his clothes.

"I will. When I took care of my nephew, I did learn some things about caring for children." You scratched your head.

"You'll be fine. Yunho is still Yunho, he honestly hasn't changed much since he was a kid." Mr Jeong patted your shoulder.

While a part of you was worried that you didn't know how to care for 2 year old Yunho, the other reason for your uncertainty was because you were mentally exhausted.

After the week you had, you didn't know if you had the mental energy to care for a child.

The whole reason you were here was to seek comfort from Yunho, not take on the responsibility of caring for a 2 year old.

"Here we go!" Mrs Jeong led Yunho out. But seeing how adorable your best friend was, you just couldn't leave him. You bent down in front of him, a soft smile on your face.

"Be good, Yunho ah. Don't give (y/n) too much trouble." His parents said as you wore your shoes.

"Come on." You leaned over to help Yunho wear his shoes. He looked at you in awe as you gently secured his feet into his shoes. As you stood up to bow and bid Yunho's parents goodbye, Yunho reached out to grasp your hand with his own.

"Out." He said.

"Yes, we're going out, Yunho ah. Thank you, abonim and omonim. We'll be heading off now." You bowed your head.

"Have fun, you two. And (y/n), stop worrying too much. Just have fun and enjoy yourself. You may even learn a thing or two." Mrs Jeong reached over to hug you.

"Thank you." You squeezed her with your free arm. With that, you and Yunho left his parents' place.

The first thing you did was head to a supermarket. You figured that Yunho would need some snacks and juice.

"1, 2, 3!" You counted and lifted Yunho up so he could sit in the trolley. He squealed out in laughter, standing in the middle and holding the sides for support.

"Sit, please." You said. He looked at you before slowly squatting down and sitting.

"Thank you." You patted his head and began to walk through the supermarket with Yunho.

"까까 (kka kka)! 까까 (kka kka)!" Yunho exclaimed and pointed excitedly as he saw the familiar snacks. People that were around you aww'd and cooed at how cute Yunho was.

Even as a 2 year old, Yunho still loved and knew his food. He knew which were the best snacks to pick out. You offered him biscuits and crackers options, skipping the chips entirely since it felt wrong to be letting a 2 year old eat unhealthy chips. You placed the snacks he chose in the trolley beside him.

"Ooh wahhhh! 까까 (kka kka)..." His eyes sparkled as he looked around at all the snacks that surrounded him. Like it was a dream to be surrounded by all these unlimited treats.

"That's right, they're all for you, Yun." You smiled fondly before continuing on your way.

"Sorry, ma'am. Do you have juice that's for little kids?" You asked the clerk.

"Aisle 2. Your baby is very cute, by the way." She complimented. You looked at Yunho, who was now hugging one of the biscuit boxes like it was a stuffed animal.

"T-Thanks." You didn't bother to correct her, it would have been too complicated to explain everything.

"Let's get you some juice..." You looked at the options. Since you wanted to get 'baby friendly' ones, you read the ingredients carefully.

"Grape and apple." You placed the pack of small boxes down in the trolley. At some point, Yunho turned his body to face you as you pushed the trolley. When you met his eyes, you laughed.

"You've always wanted to sit in the trolley, right? I always said you were too big but now you can." You pointed out.

"Big!" He repeated. You nodded with a hum, watching him for a few seconds. The way he stared up at you, still hugging the box of biscuits to his chest, he was still Yunho. You took your phone out to snap a picture of him.

After grabbing a few more things and paying at the check out, you put the shopping bags over one shoulder and reached out to hold Yunho's hand. He smiled brightly and held your hand tightly.

"Shall we go to... the park (공원 gongwon)?" You asked Yunho. He nodded excitedly, jumping up and down.

"고워 (gowo)!" He cheered, raising his tiny fist repeatedly.

"Yeah!" You cheered with him, sharing his happiness and excitement. Luckily, the park wasn't too crowded and you managed to find a shaded spot under a tree.

"Hang on, Yun." You took out the picnic mat you bought and laid it on the ground.

"Ooo!" You turned to find Yunho crouched down a few steps away, looking at the vibrant coloured flower bed.

"Isn't it pretty, Yun?" You asked, crouching down next to him. He reached out to grasp on, plucking it and holding it out to you. You smiled softly, taking the flower.

"Thanks, Yun." You patted his head. He grinned and reached out to kiss your cheek. You blinked in surprise.

Yes, Yunho was now a 2 year old. But you knew this was still your Yunho, your best friend and the person you have had a crush on for years. But you've never had the courage to express your feelings for him because you were afraid that it would change the dynamic of your friendship.

And you knew, you wouldn't be able to survive if your friendship with Yunho ended. He was your everything, your rock, your solace and your comfort person.

"Play!" Yunho began to run around the field, jumping up and down as he just enjoyed the weather and space.

"Be careful, Yun!" You called out, making sure you were watching him the entire time.

Every time he ran a few steps, he would stop and turn to look at you, as if he was also making sure that he could see you all the time. He would even wave at you a few times.

"Hi!" You giggled as you waved back every time.

There was a smile on your face the whole time you watched him. He was still the happy person you knew.

You thought back to the hard week you had, feeling the anxiety and negativity creep up your throat. But it didn't last long as you watched Yunho run towards you, tripping on his feet and falling over.

"YUN!" You jumped to your feet, feeling your heart sink to your stomach as you ran to him.

"Aigo... Hurts..." He whimpered as you pulled him up, wrapping your arms around him. Yunho wrapped his arms around your neck and you lifted him up, returning back to where the picnic mat was, with him in your arms. The first thing you did was check him for injuries.

"It hurts, doesn't it? Aww..." You hugged him as he whined against you, his face against your neck as you rubbed his back. Thankfully, there were no wounds on him.

"It's okay, you're okay." You continued to comfort him. He pulled away to face you, meeting your eyes.

"까까 (kka kka)..." He suddenly said.

"Alright, let's have some snacks." You were just relieved that he was okay. You took some wet wipes out to wipe his hands and used your handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his cheeks and forehead.

"Here you go." You opened the snacks and placed it down. Yunho casually moved to sit in your lap like you were a chair.

"Gosh, you scared me, Yun..." You said softly, leaning your head against the back of his head.

"까까 (kka kka)?" He turned to you and held out a small milk biscuit in his fingers. You moved forward to eat it from his fingers, being careful not to bite his fingers.

"Yummy." You tickled his tummy. Yunho laughed and squirmed in your lap but made no move to get off.

"Juice... Pease." Yunho requested. With one arm, you held him to you as you reached forward to get him a juice box, you didn't watch to accidentally push him off your lap or something. Him falling earlier definitely made you more cautious. You stuck a straw into the box and held it for him to drink.

"No, don't squeeze it. Let me hold it." You said when he tried to take if out of your hand to hold it himself. The last thing you wanted was for him to get juice all over himself.

You took your phone out, playing some music as you and Yunho just spent some time together. He bobbed his head to the beat.

"You still love music and dance, huh?" You chuckled.

"Look, Yun. A butterfly." You pointed out when you noticed a butterfly had settled on the edge of your picnic mat.

"Wahhhh..." He looked at it in amazement, turning to you to see if you shared the same awe that he had. A child really found amazement and excitement in every little thing.

"No... No go..." He shook his head with a pout when the butterfly flew away.

"Aww, it's alright, Yun. He's going back to his family. Say bye bye." You waved. Yunho pouted at your words.

"Bye bye." He followed your lead and waved before throwing himself into your arms again to hug you. If adult Yunho reminded you of a big golden retriever, baby Yunho reminded you of a puppy.

"Do you want to play some more?" You asked once he was done with the portion of snacks you gave him.

"Nooo..." He shook his head, still keeping his hold on you. You checked the time on your phone, maybe you could drop by the coffee shop you and Yunho frequent then head back to your house for Yunho to have a nap.

2 year olds need naps... right?

"Let's pack up and go home." You packed up and Yunho patiently waited for you, one hand holding onto the material of your shorts the whole time.

"Thank you for being so patient, Yun." You smiled and held his hand, going to the regular coffee shop.

"(y/n)! You're alone toda- Who is this?" The owner, who always recognises you and Yunho, came out from behind the counter.

"Oh my, he's so cute! Look at those cheeks." She squealed. Yunho shyly hid behind you, gripping onto your leg. You chuckled and put a hand on Yunho's head to assure him.

"He kind of looks familiar...?" She tilted her head. You panicked slightly, hoping she wouldn't recognise Yunho.

"I'll get an iced latte. And a berry smoothie." You ordered.

"Sure. Yunho's busy today?" She asked as she keyed in your order. You nodded with a hum and paid for your drinks. As you waited at the end of the counter, Yunho looked around curiously.

People who looked on cooed and waved at Yunho, who shyly waved back. Despite all this, Yunho kept himself glued to you. He never showed an desire to wander away from you or leave your side. You were grateful you didn't need to chase after him like parents you see running after their "escapee" kids.

"Here you go. I put in a cookie there, on the house, for the cutie." The owner gave you the paper bag.

"Thank you. Say, 'thank you'." You turned to Yunho. He blinked at you, confused for a few seconds, and bowed to the lady, who waved at him as you led him out of the coffee shop.

"We're home." When you reached home, you helped Yunho remove his shoes and socks.

"We'll have this later." You put Yunho's smoothie in the fridge first. A part of you didn't want to be giving him so much sugar.

"You must be tired." You said, removing his jacket and cap. Then you washed his hands and feet, and wiped his face. After that, you changed out of your clothes and washed up.

"Sleepy?" You asked. You laid against the headboard of your bed with Yunho in your lap.

"Mmmm." He whined, laying down on you, resting his head on your chest.

"Even though you're like this, you still come over to my house just to sleep." You laughed in realisation. Yunho's parents always laughed at how you both hang out by just sleeping in each other's beds.

You remembered seeing what your cousin did, rubbing and patting her son's back until he fell asleep. So you did the same, gently patting Yunho's back. He must have been tired because he fell asleep quickly. You used your phone's camera to check.

Because you were afraid of moving and waking him up, you just laid there. Yunho's soft breathing making you feel tired too.

"I guess it's nap time for me too." You let out a soft sigh before closing your eyes to sleep.

It was only when Yunho stirred, letting out soft huffs and whines, that you woke up. You instinctively patted his back to give him some comfort but he was awake.

"Morning, Yun. Did you have a good nap?" You smiled, fixing his hair for him.

Yunho beamed and rolled off you to sit on the bed. He grasped your hand, mesmerised by the glittery nail polish you had on.

"Of course you like it. You chose this colour." You reminded.

You realised that throughout today, you barely thought about the bad week you had. Even as a kid, Yunho managed distract you from all the negativity and stress you had.

He was still here for you like always, taking your mind off the anxiety you felt.

"Oh, Yun..." You quickly wiped away the tears that formed.

Of course, you didn't think you would spend the day doing this, taking care of a kid. But despite what you were feeling, you wouldn't leave Yunho when he needed you because you knew he would drop everything to help you too if you were in trouble, no matter what he was going through.

"Why?" Yunho surprised you by reaching out to put his palm against your cheek.

"I'm fine, Yun. Don't worry." You laughed through your tears. He came to you, putting his face close to yours. Then he wrapped his arms around your neck.

"Thanks." You hugged him. It didn't matter his age, Yunho was still giving you hugs and wiping your tears away.

"You know, maybe I like you like this. It's much easier to hug you than your usual gangly self." You teased.

"Let's get out of bed." You stood up and stretched your limbs since they were stiff from having laid there. Sitting on the bed, watching your moves, Yunho lifted his arms over his head too.

"Oooh, good stretch!" You praised before helping him off the bed. But as you were going to leave the bedroom, Yunho whined.

"Hug!" He opened his arms up.

"You don't need me to carry you, Yun." You raised an eyebrow, placing your hands on your hips. But Yunho began stomping his feet with a displeased frown on his face.

"Hug! Hug! Huggggg!" He whined with little hops, threatening to cry. You looked at him before sighing in defeat.

"You so owe me, Jeong Yunho... You're lucky you're cute." You grumbled and bent down to pick him up, adjusting him in your arms so he's comfortable and you won't drop him. With a content Yunho, you walked out with him sitting at your hip.

"Want a smoothie?" You asked, standing before the fridge with him and taking the smoothie cup out with your free hand.

"Smoonie!" He tried to pronounce it, raising a finger. You chuckled and nuzzled your nose against one of his chubby cheeks. Since you weren't used to it, you sat Yunho on your counter.

"Just for a bit." You retrieved the sippy cup that Yunho's parents lent you and poured some of the smoothie inside.

"Here." You held it out to him. You made sure that he was holding the cup with both hands.

Then you sat on the couch, looking at Yunho with an amused expression on your face. He sat comfortably in your lap and drank his smoothie, not bothered by your staring.

"Comfortable, are you?" You snorted. He blinked and turned to you, tilting his head.

"Nevermind." You mumbled, looking away. Since you were stuck here, being a seat to Yunho, you took your phone and opened the camera.

"Yun, look here. Say 'kimchi'." You called to him.

"Kinchi!" He scrunched his face into what he probably assumed was a smile and you giggled, taking a few pictures in a row. He was so goofy and funny. There was a picture of him just staring at you in confusion, that was definitely the cutest picture you've ever seen. You put your phone aside.

"All done. Let's play with some toys." You took out the toy cars that Mrs Jeong had packed in the bag for Yunho. While Yunho was distracted with that, you went to wash the sippy cup.

"I filled it with water in case you get thirsty... You know what, I don't even know why I explain things to you." You sighed.

"Car." He lifted the car.

"That's right. It's a car, a blue car." You ruffled his hair and laid down on the ground to watch him comfortably. But at some point, you grew listless and laid on your back.

"How am I still tired?" You asked no one in particular, grabbing your phone to scroll on social media.

"Yah, yah. What do you think you're doing?" You were shocked when Yunho came to you, basically sitting where your diaphragm was.

"Play. Yunho." He said.

"How am I going to play with you sitting on me? Don't think you can get away with doing whatever you want just because you're a cute kid." You scoffed but took a picture of him like this.

Yunho didn't budge. Instead he proceeded to lay on top of you, his arms draped along your sides. You sighed and rested your hand on his back, just in case he falls or rolls off. Yunho always got away with doing whatever he wanted, you just gave in that easily.

"Don't act tired. We just woke up from a nap." You said. You didn't know if he really understood what you said but he shook his head.

"I'm fine, Yun. You don't have to always stay with me. I'm not going to break down or something. Yes, I had a bad week but really, I'm okay." You persuaded.

*BZZ BZZ*

"Hello?" You answered your phone while laying there with Yunho still sat on you.

"(y/n) ah! Great news! Gunho found the reversal spell so you can bring Yunho back when you're both done with activities and he'll be back to his usual self."

"Oh..." You trailed off. You didn't mean to sound disappointed, honestly, you didn't know how you felt about this.

"Are you disappointed? You can still spend time with him, if you'd like. Or even left him sleep over."

"No, it's okay. I can't be selfish... Yunho deserves to go back to his usual self." You said, lifting your free hand to let Yunho press his small palm against your own.

"Alright, if you're sure... We'll see you and Yunho in a bit. Be safe!"

After hanging up, you stared at Yunho, who stared back at you. You couldn't help but laugh before you carefully sat up, hand still holding onto Yunho to keep him balanced. As you walked to the room to change and get ready, Yunho followed behind you. He still stuck by you the entire time.

"Time to go home, Yun. Get back to your regular self." You lightly pinched his cheek, kissing his other one. Yunho stood on the bed so he was closer to your height.

"Why? What's wrong?" You asked as he wrapped his arms around your neck. You stroked his back.

"What?" You looked at him, trying to understand his sudden change in mood. He pursed his lips into an unhappy pout.

"You don't want to go home?" You asked.

"No! Here with you." He pouted, trying to convey his feelings to you. You moved to sit on the bed, pulling Yunho into your lap and wrapping your arms around him.

"We'll still be together, Yun. I'm not leaving you." You smiled softly, leaning forward to kiss his head.

"Don't like." He huffed.

You let out a barely audible sigh, not that you were frustrated with Yunho. He was too cute be frustrated with. But you were just unsure on what you were supposed to do now.

From what you know, adults lied to kids all the time. But with Yunho's pouty, puppy dog face, you couldn't bring yourself to lie to him.

"But omma and appa are at home, Yun. Wouldn't you want omma, appa AND me? You can have all of us." You tried your best to negotiate while speaking baby talk. Whether he really understood what you were negotiating was beyond you.

"Pomise? Stay with Yun?" He looked up at you with sad look, lifting an index finger, obviously mistaking it for the pinky.

"I promise." You nodded.

Now, your chest felt tight as you sat in the cab with Yunho in your arms. Yes, your arms hurt since you weren't use to carrying a kid but he wanted to stay in your arms.

And of course, you couldn't say no. His cheek pressed against your chest, it was the quietest he has been all day.

"Have a nice night, miss." The cab driver said.

"Thank you." You bowed your head and exited the cab. But you didn't go up right away, you sat on a bench downstairs. Yunho lifted his head to look at you, confused why you were sitting down.

"Yun, you know I'll never leave you. No matter what. It doesn't matter how old you are. You always make my life better." You said.

"Love." He suddenly said.

"Yeah, I love you. I don't know if you'll remember any of this but I love you." You whispered.

"Love." He repeated, kissing your cheek and beaming. You chuckled and stood up with him in your arms. At this point, it felt so right, the way he fit into your arms.

When you arrived at Yunho's parents' house, they were surprised when they opened the door and saw Yunho in your arms. They cooed at how cute the two of you were while you greeted them, trying to urge Yunho to do the same but he kept his arms wound tight around your neck, his face pressed against your shoulder.

"It seems like you both had a good time." Mr Jeong laughed as you struggled to remove your shoes.

"We did." You giggled, tilting slightly to let Mrs Jeong remove Yunho's shoes. You entered the house and saw Gunho there. He waved at you while you smiled at him.

"Come on, hyung. Let's go." Gunho said, trying to take Yunho from you. But Yunho whined loudly, shaking his head.

"Yun..." You rubbed his back.

"I've never seen him like this before. Even when he was really 2 years old. It must be (y/n), no matter how old he is, he never wants to leave your side." Mrs Jeong giggled fondly.

"It'll be okay, Yun." You comforted. As you carefully plucked Yunho off you, his bottom lip quivered and a big pout appeared.

"Alright, let's go." Gunho picked Yunho up and brought him to the room with Mr Jeong.

"No..." You heard his soft cries and whimpers.

"He'll be okay, dear. Honestly, we would have you there but when he turns back, he won't be wearing any clothes." Mrs Jeong said honestly with a small smile, handing you a cup of tea, inviting you to sit with her on the couch.

"I understand... Will he remember any of this?" You asked, taking a sip of the tea. The sound of Yunho's cries might haunt you for a while.

"We don't know for sure. With magic, things are still unpredictable. He'll either remember everything, bits and pieces, or nothing at all." She informed with a shrug.

"How was it though? I know you weren't expecting to babysit when you came over." She laughed.

"It's still Yun. He's not different at 2 years old actually. You know, I came here, wanting comfort from him." You sighed.

"At first, I didn't think I had it in me to take care of a kid, especially after the week I've had. But I'm glad I did it. Yes, I took care of Yun but in some way, he still took care of me." You told her.

"You and Yunho are always taking care of each other." She held your hand with a soft smile.

"Yeah... Being with baby Yun today, he taught me to appreciate and enjoy the little things. To forget everything else." You said.

"I barely thought about the week I had. Instead, I enjoyed choosing snacks at the supermarket, I cheered for the park, I said goodbye to a butterfly, I sat and enjoyed peace." You added.

"That's great, (y/n) ah. I'm glad Yunho can provide you that comfort." Mrs Jeong pulled you in to hug you.

"(y/n)?" You perked up when you heard Yunho call you. There he was, your friendly giant, coming out of the room, dressed in his regular clothes and speaking to you. You stood up and he came over, pulling you into a tight hug. And like always, his large frame basically wrapped around you.

"Hi." You giggled, voice slightly muffled by Yunho's shirt pressed against your face. You felt his hand come up to stroke the back of your head.

"Come, let's talk." Yunho held your hand, taking you away from the prying eyes and ears of his family.

"Y-Yun, wait. Do you remember anything?" You asked as you followed him to his room.

"Barely, I'm not sure if I'll remember everything at all... Were you freaked out or scared? I'm sorry. You must have been shocked." He said, closing the door after the both of you entered.

"No, Yun. Nothing to apologise for. I was confused, yes. But I'm quite used to your magic antics." You giggled.

"Plus, you're very cute as a 2 year old." You added, sitting on his bed while he spoke to you.

"I am, aren't I?" He smirked proudly.

"But you're exactly the same. The same audacity, the same chaos." You chuckled, making Yunho squint his eyes at you with a pout. You laughed and took your phone out, showing him a picture.

"See?! Same pout." You showed him. He took your phone and started scrolling through the photos you took.

"Wow, you took a lot of photos. That obsessed with me?" He smirked.

"Yah! Give me back my phone!" You reached out to him. But he was taller than you, holding your phone over his head. You really hoped he hadn't seen that you had already set a picture of baby Yunho hugging the box of biscuits as your home screen wallpaper.

"I miss when you were a baby! You were more needy of me!" You frowned, stomping on his foot. He winced and folded, letting you snatch your phone back.

"Wait, Yun. Seriously, how much do you remember?" You asked seriously.

"Hmm..." He sat on the bed, laying down and spreading his arms over his head. You sat down beside him, turning to meet his eyes.

"I remember testing spells then suddenly, everything was bigger, I couldn't really speak... The rest is muddy." He said as his rubbed his forehead with a small frown on his face.

So, he didn't remember you telling him that you love him.

"Did something important happen that I should remember?" He tilted his head.

"N-No!" You answered a little too quickly. Unfortunately, Yunho knew you well and you were unable to hide the squeak in your voice. He gave you a knowing smile.

"It's nothing, Yun." You let out an exhausted sigh. He sat up, wrapping an arm around you to pull you to his side.

"I'm sorry, I know you came over after having a bad week. Then you had to take care of a kid." He apologised in a soft voice.

"No, Yun. Don't apologise. I enjoyed myself with baby Yun, really. Even if you were 2 years old, I think you still provided me to comfort that I needed." You giggled, remembering all the moments you had with Yunho today. Maybe it's not all that bad that he doesn't remember, it'll be a secret between you and 2 year old Yunho.

Yunho suddenly dragged you down to lay with him. Or rather, lay on him, your head on his chest. You squirmed and tried to move away but his grip only tightened on you.

"Silly girl, I love you too." He said, kissing the top of your head. You froze, your eyes widening.

"Wait! You do remember?" You slapped his chest, lifting your head to look at him.

"Bits and pieces." He laughed cheekily. You felt your cheeks heat up and your heart race. Now you didn't know if he was telling you the truth or not.

"I don't remember being in that situation physically but it's like a memory I have. I don't know how to explain it or describe it."

"Okay, then tell me what you remember? Or the memory you have." You said with determination.

"I remember wanting to be physically near you all the time, I didn't want to see you leave from my line of sight. I could glue myself to you if I could." He started.

"So, that's why you followed me around like a love sick puppy." You giggled. He squinted his eyes at you.

"Right... I remember you crying and I wanted to comfort you so badly, wipe your tears away. Then, we were sitting on a bench. You looked so sad. And I felt so sad too. I had this feeling like you were leaving me." He continued.

"I would never, Yun. You know that. No matter how old you were, I would never leave you." You said. Yunho smiled softly, pulling you in to hug you to his chest.

"I know. But I felt that fear, that's why I tried to tell you that I love you. Then you said it back." He stroked your head.

"Is it true? That you love me... like that?" You asked.

"(y/n), I've had a crush on you for years. I've just never had the courage to tell you. I didn't want to ruin what we already had." He said, reaching out to cup your cheek.

"Is it silly that I felt the same way? That's why I've never said anything." You giggled.

"We're both silly then." He chuckled, bringing you closer to him. His lips hovered above yours, seemingly waiting for permission.

With a nod from you, Yunho leaned forward to press his lips against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck before pulling away. He chuckled and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

"I'll miss baby Yun. But I think I like spending time with regular Yun more." You said.

"You think?!" Yunho gasped, shooting you an offended look.

"You were just so cute, Yun. I've never seen you cuter." You laughed, remembering how Yunho's chubby cheeks, enthusiatic exclaimations and cheeky smile. Yunho frowned, crossing his arms to evidently show that he was sulking. It just reminded you of baby Yunho more, who sulked the same way.

"No, you're mine. Even if 2 year old me was also me, I don't care, you're now mine. Adult Yunho's." He declared and wrapped his arms around your waist possessively.

"Even though you've gone back to normal, you are still a big baby." You teased, squishing his cheeks. He slapped your hands away.

"Am not!" He protested.

You gave him a quick peck on the cheek, just feeling so grateful for Yunho and his presence.

Because no matter what, it seemed like Yunho always knew what to do. With baby Yunho, he taught you to enjoy the little moments in life, always smile and laugh, get up even if you fall and hurt yourself.

And now, adult Yunho, was showing you all the love and kindness, providing you comfort and security like a shield that protected you from the harshness of the world.

"At least I finally got to sit in the shopping cart with you pushing me around and I could sit in your lap." He suddenly shrugged.

"So, you do remember more than what you told me!" You exclaimed.

"You'll never know~" He sang, a playful glint in his eyes. You rolled your eyes at him, guessing that he probably remembers everything that happened today.

"Well, you better pay me back for all the snacks and juice boxes I bought you." You threw a pillow at him.

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Pairing: Merman!Yeosang x fem reader

Word count: 2,575

The sunlight streaming in through your bedroom window shone down on your closed eyelids, disrupting your rest and pulling you out of a deep sleep. You drowsily rolled over on your back, forcing your eyes open as they were met with the textured ceiling above. Sitting up in bed, you stretched your stiff limbs, letting out a groan before shuffling over to the balcony to get a look outside.

"That was some storm last night." You commented to yourself, opening the double doors and stepping outside to assess the damage. Your droopy eyes widened when you saw the view before you; palm trees surrounding yours and your neighbors' homes had fallen down and debris littered the beach. While scanning the shore, you spotted something washed up on the beach. It looked like some kind of fish, and a sizable one at that. It's tail sported vibrant blue and yellow colors and seemed way too big to be a normal fish. Your eyes squint to get a better look and that's when you notice a head of blonde hair and what appeared to be the torso of a man.

You shook your head vigorously, squeezing your eyes shut tightly before, looking a bit harder to make sure your sleep-ridden eyes weren't playing tricks on you.

No way.

You looked around frantically for any people that may be walking along the beach, your mind spinning, swarmed with questions.

What if someone sees him? How long has he been out there? Was he still alive?

There was a chance someone might've seen him already, he was lying on an open beach and he's not exactly hard to spot. Then again, if someone had seen him, he wouldn't be laid up on the sand.

Shaking away your worrisome thoughts, you rushed back inside, hastily changing out of your pajamas and into a pair of shorts and a bikini top, not exactly knowing what you were going to do once you got to the unconscious merman. Due to your caring nature, you were compelled to help this beached creature, unable to just leave him washed up.

Your mind screamed at you to hurry while you slid on your flip flops, sprinting out the door as fast as your legs would carry you. You nearly tripped over your own feet as you tumbled and stumbled down the beach. As you got closer to the merman you kicked your flip flops off, not caring where they landed, rushing to his side. He was lying on his stomach, his face pale and void of any color.

"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no." You muttered repeatedly as you flipped the man over on his back, noting how visibly weak he looked.

He let out a dry, wheezy cough, his eyes just barely opening as he looked up at you.

"Help me." He rasped, his voice so quiet you could hardly hear him.

"It's okay. I've got you." You assured him, grunting as you hooked your arms under his and lifted him up a little. "You're gonna be okay."

You were much closer to the ocean than you were your house, so you started pulling him towards the waves as fast as possible, hoping and praying that no one saw what you were doing. You lived in a fairly private area of the beach, so there wasn't a bunch of hotels lining the shore, but you can never be too careful.

You felt the waves lap against the back of your legs and continued to pull the man into the water until it was up to your waist. Taking just a few moments, you stopped, readjusting your hold on the man until he was facing you. To your relief, you could see his chest moving up and down as his breathing evened out, the color slowly returning to his face. His eyes began to open wider as he gazed up at you, his sparkling pools making your knees go weak.

"Are you alright?" You questioned anxiously.

He gave a slight nod. "Thank you." He breathed, a soft but weak smile on his face.

"Of course. I saw you lying on the beach and I knew I had to help you."

"I'm glad you did." He let out a heavy breath, clearly still trying to recuperate. "I'm Yeosang."

"I'm Y/n. You're very beautiful." The last part slipped out before you could stop it, as you were too in awe of his looks to focus on what you were saying. "I mean... your tail is very beautiful."

He let out a small chuckle that sounded so heavenly and rhythmic, almost like music.

"You're very beautiful too. When I saw you, I thought an angel came to save me."

Warmth spread across your cheeks and your heart fluttered due to both his sweet compliment and his melodious voice.

"C'mon." You chortled softly. "That's not true."

"It is." He said, sitting up a little.

"You're funny." You commented.

"Am I?"

"Yeah. You are."

"So, you just jumped in to help me. I didn't freak you out?" He questioned, changing the subject.

"No." You shook your head. "I mean, I definitely didn't think mermen existed until now, but when I saw you, I wasn't weirded out. As odd as that sounds. My only thought was to help you and get you off the beach before anyone saw you."

Yeosang looked at you in awe, his brown eyes seeming to sparkle.

"That's really kind of you."

"I was just trying to help." You reasoned. "Do you think you're okay to swim?"

He nodded his head and you released him, watching as he swam around a little before dipping underneath the water. He resurfaced seconds later, his hair wet and slicked back out of his face, the sight making your breath catch in your throat.

"Ah." He let out a relieved sigh. "That's much better. Thank you again."

You unconsciously smiled, glad that he was alright and had recovered from being beached for who knows how long.

"Hey." He called.

"Hm?"

"Will you be back tomorrow?" He questioned.

"I can come back." You answered.

"Great." He smiled softly. "There's a dock over there." He pointed towards the object.

You squinted to get a better look, managing to catch a glimpse of a small dock in the distance. "I see it."

"Can we meet there tomorrow?" He asked.

"Sure. I could bring some food for us if you'd like. We could have a small picnic."

"A picnic?" He echoed with confusion.

"Yeah. It's basically when you pack food and bring it with you to eat outside."

"That sounds fun." He beamed excitedly. "That means I get to try human food, right?"

"Yes." You chuckled. "You get to try human food."

"Awesome." He squeaked. "I'll be back tomorrow. Promise!"

"Bye." You waved to him as he swam out into the water, diving beneath the waves.

You passed across the sand, a large picnic basket draped over your arm. You lifted your hand, shielding your eyes from the sun as you peered out at the end of the dock. You could see Yeosang's blonde mullet from where you stood, a smile gracing your features. You found yourself speed-walking towards him, in a hurry to see him again.

"Yeosang!" You called out when you got close.

He turned, waving at you gleefully. "Hi, Y/n."

Making your way over, you sat down at the end of the wooden dock, placing the small basket beside you before reaching inside and retrieving some of the food you packed.

"I brought us some sandwiches." You announced, handing him one once he got seated on the dock.

He looked at it suspiciously, squinting his eyes as he lifted the top piece of bread, examining the food.

"There's no sand in this." He pointed out.

You chuckled. "No, no. A sandwich is something you put in between two pieces of bread. This one is peanut butter and jelly."

"Jelly?" He shrieked. "There's jellyfish in this?"

"No. It's made from a purple-colored fruit called a grape."

"So there's not jellyfish in here?" He asked so softly and innocently it made your heart melt.

"No jellyfish." You shook your head.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go on. Try it." You urged.

He took a bite, chewing it, his perfect brows furrowing as he ate. He swallowed the food and smacked his lips together, trying to decide how he felt about the sandwich.

"It's kinda sticky." He commented.

"That's the peanut butter. It's really thick, so it sticks to the roof of your month."

"I like it." He smiled warmly. "It's strange, but really yummy."

"I also brought some fruit, if you'd like that."

Yeosang's eyes got big as he watched you pull a small container out of the basket. You pulled off the lid, revealing a colorful array of fruits.

"Ooh. Those look good." He commented, leaning forward in interest.

"They are good. Here." You handed him a plastic fork. "You can use that to eat the fruit."

Yeosang looked at the fork for a second, turning it over in his hand before saying, "Your tridents are very small."

You laughed in amusement as soon as the statement left his mouth.

"They're not tridents." You chuckled. "They're called forks. You use them to eat food. We also have spoons."

"Spoons." He mutters.

"They're like forks, but they have a metal piece at the end that curves up slightly around the edges. We use it to eat liquids, like soup, or other foods you can't eat with a fork." You explained.

"Ah." He nodded. "Makes sense." He took a piece of strawberry and popped it in his mouth, humming positively at the taste. The food on land was different than what he had back home, but it was delicious nonetheless. He wondered what other foods there were and if all of them were just as good as the fruit and sandwiches you brought.

"Do you not learn about the human world down there in the ocean?" You inquired, curious to know more about your new finned friend.

Yeosang shook his head. "We're supposed to stay away from humans. Most merfolk think humans are evil and want to capture or kill them."

You placed your hand on your chest, taking slight offense to what he told you." That's awful. No one is like that, as far as I know."

"I know! You proved to me yesterday that you're nowhere close to the humans we've heard about. You're kind, caring, and pretty." He gave a soft, sheepish smile.

Your heart thumped as you turned your gaze away from him.

"Ah. That's very nice of you."

"What is this called again?" Yeosang asked, looking at a pineapple chunk on his fork curiously. "Froos?"

"Fruit."

"Ah. Fruit." He nodded. "I liked that red thing I ate."

"That's a strawberry."

"And what's this?" He held up the yellow fruit stuck on the end of his fork.

"Pineapple."

"Hm." He hummed, putting the large pineapple chunk into his mouth. His eyes widened and he seemed a bit excited.

"Good?" You inquired.

He nodded his head vigorously.

After finishing his little snack, he set is fork down and looked at you. "I brought you something." He stated as he reached for a small bag that was strapped across his chest. He rummaged inside and pulled out a bracelet made of pearls, handing it over to you.

"What's this?"

"A gift. It's my way of saying thank you for saving me yesterday."

"Are these real?" You asked, gently touching the ivory pearls.

"They should be. I spent all day yesterday and part of today looking for oysters and getting those pearls out."

"You mean, you made this?"

He nodded his head in confirmation.

"I bet it took a long time." You commented, admiring the bracelet.

"It did, but I wanted to give you something really special."

"This is definitely special."

"You should put it on." Yeosang suggested softly. "I hope it fits."

You slipped the bracelet onto your wrist with ease, shaking it a bit to make sure it wouldn't fall off.

"It's perfect." You smiled, looking at the way it gleamed in the sunlight. "Thank you Yeosang, really. This is stunning. I'll cherish it for a long time."

His cheeks slowly turned pink, a small, shy smile spreading across his perfect features, his eyes crinkling slightly in the cutest way.

With the food containers empty and your stomachs full, you and Yeosang spent the rest of your time together relaxing, telling stories about your lives and childhoods. It turned out his life wasn't much different from yours, even though he lived underwater. He did all the same things you did when you were younger, with a few exceptions like amusement parks and arcades.

"Would you like to do this again tomorrow?" You asked, looking at him for an answer.

"I wish I could, but I have plans to go exploring caverns with my friends tomorrow."

"That's fine. What about the next day?"

"Definitely." He nodded happily. "Are you gonna bring more food?"

"I can if you want me to."

"I do." He nodded vigorously. "I like human food."

You laughed lightly at the phrase human food.

"I should go now, but it was really fun spending time with you, Y/n."

"You too."

With one last smile, he turned around and dove into the water, his vibrant blue and yellow tail making a brief appearance as he made his exit. Your eyes stayed glued to the water, part of you hoping he would come back, but you knew he had to get home. A gentle smile played at your lips, briefly reminiscing on the moments you had spent together that day as you began to pack up the plastic wrap from the sandwiches and empty containers from the fruit you and Yeosang shared. As you hiked your way back up the beach to your house your gaze moved to take a glance at the pearl bracelet adorning your wrist.

Stepping through the threshold of your house, you set the picnic basket aside on the kitchen counter and headed to your room where you laid back on your bed, pulling out your phone and Googling mermen. You doubt you'd be able to find any credible information, but it was worth a glance.

Tapping through the first couple links, you found general information on the sea-dwelling creatures, nothing very useful. You stopped scrolling when your eyes caught sight of a certain piece of information that grabbed your attention.

It's said that merfolk like to give small gifts to people who help them out, usually it's a nice seashell or even a piece of jewelry they found while swimming. If one receives a gift from them that appears to be handmade, it's said to be a sign of affection and adoration. This gesture is similar to when your significant other buys you roses or jewelry.

Your mouth dropped open, your eyes widening in disbelief. Yeosang... liked you?

Your gaze turned to the pearl bracelet around your wrist, an intense heat rising to your cheeks at the sight of it. You were surprised and flattered all at the same time. The thought of someone as handsome as Yeosang liking you made your heart flutter. It's like you were living in a fairy tale.

Maybe you'll make something for Yeosang as a way to show him you felt the same.

Hongjoong 𓇼 Seonghwa 𓇼 Yunho 𓇼 San 𓇼 Mingi 𓇼 Wooyoung 𓇼 Jongho

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Yeosang : What does “baka” mean?

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San: Idiot.

Yunho: Stupid.

Yeosang : The fuck did I do?!

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More than eight seconds

Kang Yeosang x girlfriend!reader

Summary: After ATEEZ’s new comeback, Yeosang is quiet—too quiet. His girlfriend sees through the brave front and comforts him, reminding him he’s more than the seconds he’s given. And when the hate gets loud, she gets louder.

Word count: 1,498

Notes: still can’t get over the fact that Yeosang only got 8 seconds in a 3 minute song??!?!! wtf is that about?

You found him on the balcony again.

The city lights shimmered behind him like a blurred constellation, but Yeosang’s silhouette was still. Too still. Arms crossed. Shoulders tight. Jaw clenched the way it always was when he didn’t want to talk—but needed to.

You stepped out quietly, shutting the sliding door behind you with a soft click. The air was warm, thick with summer and the sound of distant traffic. You crossed your arms too, mimicking his posture as you leaned beside him on the railing.

“You’re gonna develop a hunch if you keep sulking like that,” you said lightly.

Yeosang didn’t look at you. “I’m not sulking.”

“Mmm. So this is your ‘content and thriving’ pose?”

That earned you the tiniest flicker of a smile. Still, his gaze didn’t waver from the skyline. You let the silence settle for a moment before you tried again.

“You wanna talk about it?”

He didn’t answer. But the way his hands curled around the railing, the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed—he didn’t have to.

You already knew.

The comeback dropped two days ago. “Lemon Drop” was everything fans had been waiting for: high energy, perfect choreography, visuals that melted screens. But the moment the line distribution video went up, your stomach had sunk. Eight seconds. That’s all he got.

And somehow, he still smiled through it.

You reached over, lacing your fingers through his.

“I know,” you said quietly.

Yeosang let out a breath. It sounded like it hurt coming out.

“I didn’t want to be upset about it,” he murmured. “But I am.”

“I’d be surprised if you weren’t.”

He shook his head, eyes finally flicking over to meet yours. “It’s not like it’s the first time. I should be used to it by now.”

Your brows furrowed. “That doesn’t mean you have to be okay with it.”

He looked down at your joined hands, thumb brushing against your skin. “I don’t want to seem ungrateful. The song’s doing well. Everyone worked hard. Maybe my voice just… didn’t suit it.”

You let go of his hand and turned to face him completely.

“Yeosang. Stop.”

His eyes widened at the edge in your voice.

“I’m tired of hearing you justify it. You keep making excuses for why you didn’t get more lines. But the truth is—you deserve more. You’ve always deserved more.”

He stayed quiet, and you could see him struggling. Fighting with the part of himself that wanted to believe you but couldn’t override the years of being sidelined.

“Fans noticed,” you said gently. “They’re speaking up. There’s trending hashtags. People are angry.”

“I don’t want them to fight over it.”

“Maybe not. But that doesn’t mean their frustration isn’t valid. Or that yours isn’t.”

You could see it behind his eyes now—that quiet storm of doubt, disappointment, the ache of being overlooked.

“I’m part of this group,” he said. “And if they don’t think I’m as strong vocally—maybe they’re just doing what’s best for the team.”

You took a step closer, placing a hand on his chest, right over the steady beat of his heart.

“You’re more than your lines, Yeosang. You’re the glue. The constant. The one who trains longer after everyone’s gone home. The one who delivers every move on stage like it’s the last time you’ll ever perform. You don’t just deserve more lines—you earn them. Every day.”

His throat bobbed again, this time with emotion. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“And I know you’d never complain,” you continued, voice softening, “because that’s the kind of person you are. Humble. Quiet. But that doesn’t mean I’ll stay quiet for you.”

He blinked. “What do you mean?”

You hesitated—then pulled your phone from your pocket, showing him a tweet you’d posted earlier that day. It had already racked up thousands of likes and retweets.

“Yeosang deserves more. Not just because he works hard, but because he shines—even in 8 seconds. Imagine what he could do with more.”

His eyes scanned the post, then the comments full of hearts, hashtags, and supportive replies.

“I couldn’t sit back and watch people pretend like you didn’t matter. Like your voice doesn’t count.”

Yeosang stared at the screen for a long moment before looking up at you. His expression was something between wonder and disbelief.

“You posted this?”

You nodded. “And I’d do it again. I’d shout it on every stage, from every rooftop, in every live chat.”

A shaky breath escaped him. “You didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to.”

He looked like he was about to cry.

And you knew Yeosang—he hated crying.

So instead, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “For reminding me I’m not invisible.”

“You never were. You just need people who see you fully. I see you, Yeosang.”

His hands came up to cradle your face, fingers featherlight against your cheeks.

“Even if I only get eight seconds…” he murmured, lips brushing yours, “it’s enough if I get to come home to you.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Okay, now that sounded like a line from a drama.”

He chuckled, the sound breathy and warm. “Sorry. Just trying to make my seconds count.”

You grinned and tugged him in closer, lips meeting in a kiss that tasted like truth, like quiet strength and loud love. His arms wound around your waist, grounding him in something real—something that had nothing to do with screen time or syllables.

When you pulled away, you pressed your forehead back to his.

“You don’t need more seconds to matter, Yeosang. But I’ll still fight for every one.”

He exhaled a laugh, finally—finally—relaxed.

“Then I guess I have the fiercest manager-slash-girlfriend in the business.”

“Damn right,” you said, lifting your chin. “And I’ve got receipts, hashtags, and a fully loaded Twitter account.”

He laughed again, genuine this time. The tension in his body finally slipped away, melting into the night air.

You both stood there in the silence, the city humming softly around you.

And for the first time since the comeback, Yeosang didn’t feel small.

He felt seen. Loved. Heard.

Even if the world only gave him eight seconds—your love gave him forever.

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Wooyoung X Best Friend Reader

TRIGGER WARNING!!!! There is some mention of gore so please do not read if it is too much for you. Stay safe!

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Something is weird with him. There is no one you know better than Wooyoung but lately something is off. He has missed school two days in a row now and while you wouldn't normally be concerned he could be sick, you know he isn't. He didn't call or text and that is beyond weird. It’s not that you can’t figure out what is going on there are actually multiple ways you could but you want him to tell you directly.

You made your way to his house as soon as school finished and took notice that the elevator is out of service. Sighing you turn to the staircase and commence your ascend to the six floor apartment 678. You're completely out of breath by the time you make it to his door leaning your hand against the door as you recover from your unfortunate unannounced workout. Your hands make contact with the door making your presence known with a knock. A minute goes by with no answer and narrow your eyes at the door.

Deciding against knocking again you pull out the spare key and make your way into the apartment. Wooyoung’s slippers arent by the door so you know he is here. Taking your own shoes off you open the cabinet and pull out the pair of slippers you use whenever you come over. Making your way into the house you go straight for his room. Once you push his bedroom door open you take notice of him standing in front of his mirror. He’s shirtless and his back is shiny with sweat.

Turning to look over his shoulder as you take notice of the wide eyed sleepless look he has. “Something happened.” He turns his body to face you and horror takes over your mind. On the lower part of his hip where his pants line is there is a bite mark. You step fully into the room, closing and locking the door behind you. “It fucking hurt, bad.” he states.

Crossing the room in hurry you throw your backpack onto the floor and take a stand in front of him. “Does it hurt now?” He shakes his head no and I sigh. “Why the hell didn’t you call me? What if it was deeper and you died?”

It is a huge mark taking over half of his hip but it is fading and doesn't look like it went through skin. Was it a dog? It had to be a really big one. And if it bit him how come it didn't break skin. “I’m going to sound completely crazy with what I'm going to tell you but you need to believe me.” There is desperation in his voice and I take a seat at his desk chair. “The other night I went for a walk and something attacked me. It was huge! I’m telling you y/n this mark was much worse I have proof!” he grabs hold of his phone and fumbles until he turns the phone in my direction.

On the screen a video plays. Wooyoung adjusted his phone to lean on something, keeping the phone propped up. His shirt is bloody and ripped on multiple spots. His hair sticks to his forehead and there is undeniable pain showing on his face. He whines as he takes hold of his shirt and pulls it up over his head. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight. It's worse. It’s much worse!

There is blood leaking from the bite wound and you can see the tissue and muscle under his skin. Looking from the video to Wooyoung right in front of you and back to the video you know there is no possible way that he could have healed this quickly. His bite mark has faded as if this has happened weeks ago but from the video he should be in a damn hospital bed. His fingers reach for the wound pressing into the abused skin tears brimming his eyes at the pain. His breath hitches as he tries not to let out a scream and blood oozes out of the wound. You tear your eyes away from the video handing his phone back to him.

“God Wooyoung what the fuck?” you whisper. You don’t exactly know how to take all of this in. “You should be in a hospital right now. How is this even possible?” you let your hands lay on the armrest of the chair.

“Y/n I don’t know what's going on? After whatever that thing was attacked me I couldn't even think I just booked it back. After I took that video I was going to call you but I don't know I just passed out. And then in the morning it was gone and you can still see it but it’s fucking gone. I got scared. I didn't know if I had imagined the whole thing and then I saw the video which freaked me out more because holy shit this actually happened and it's gone!” he lets out a sigh and sits at the edge of his bed. “You're the paranormal expert so tell me. What the fuck is going on?” There is exhaustion in his voice.

You sit frozen combing through your brain for anything that you can think of that could explain it. “It’s reminding me of Spiderman.” Wooyoung raises an eyebrow at you in utter confusion “Well you know he gets bit by a spider and then becomes Spiderman! What if you become whatever bites you?” You bring your hand up to scratch the back of your ear. “Do you know what bit you?” you ask him.

“It was like a dog but also not? The thing was huge!” he exclaims, hands spread out to emphasize the size. “Am I going to turn into a dog?” You shrug your shoulders at him, he gasps. “Oh my god I’m going to turn into a Rottweiler!”

A sharp laugh leaves your lips “Wooyoung please you’re a Chihuahua at best!”

“Chihuahua?!” he screams out.

“Yes, now let's go, we have research to do.” Standing up from the bed you go to pick up your bag off the floor.

“Wait, we need to get rid of my sheets first! It’s kinda covered…in blood.” Wooyoung voiced. You look over to his bed and confirm that yes his sheets are in fact stained beyond repair with blood.

You snap your fingers “Okay, sheets first, then the library. Let’s figure out what the hell is going on with you.” You turn to his bed to start the first of your tasks.

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^^^Inspired by Teen Wolf!

OMG ! I was watching Teen Wolf and this was the result of that. Can you imagine how funny werewolf Wooyoung would be? There would be so much chaos with this!

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Bite me - vampire bf!Seonghwa x reader

warnings! includes cutting skin and biting, blood, starvation, vampire themes, mentions of mature content, fluff and angst

part 2

Seonghwa had promised both you and himself to never drink from you. As much as his underlying desires begged him to, he wanted to prove that he wasn’t the monster everyone thought he was.

“You can do it if you want to,” you mumbled once, seeing your boyfriend tense up at the subject. He whined slightly. “No way… I can’t do that do you,” he sighed.

You knew his words were genuine, but you could also tell that he wanted to, deep down.

Seonghwa admitted to his old lifestyle, before you, drinking from almost anyone, being a ruthless monster with no self control. For years, he had been hooking up with people, draining them dry and leaving them an empty husk.

That was, until he met you. You made him want to change and become a better man.

He still looked back fondly at your early dating days, back when you didn’t know his secret. You were so cute, being worried about him when he got a small cut, wondering why he was so cold all the time.

He was so scared that you would be afraid of him after you found out, but you could tell that his intentions were pure, especially when he made that promise.

“I’ll never drink from you. Never. If I ever do such a thing, I don’t want you to forgive me.”

As of right now, you practically begged him to break that promise once and for all.

“Seonghwa, my love,” you whispered, gently caressing his pale skin that was now paler than usual. “You’re starving, it kills me to see you like this.”

It pained Seonghwa so much to hear the grief in your voice, so he wasn’t shocked when a tear silently fell down his cheek.

He hadn’t fed for weeks.

Every moment he spent with you, he hated his nature more. He didn’t want to hurt people anymore. He couldn’t. When he drank the blood of others, he couldn’t help but think of your beautiful, pure smile, and how mortified you would look if you saw him like this.

You were aware of what he did, and you never objected when he was going out to feed. You had to try your best to understand him, and his nature. What he was doing now was what made you feel sick. Starving himself in the name of “good”.

“Look at me,” you commanded, still holding his tender face in your hands, slowly stroking your thumbs over his cold and wet cheeks as he weeped. “Please, drink from me.”

“You know I can’t do that,” he answered sternly, voice not wavering despite the tears pooling in his eyes.

“Then go out and feed, you have to,” you begged, searching for a look of approval in his eyes. “Please…”

This wasn’t the first time you held this type of conversation. The past week, he had only looked weaker and weaker for every day that passed, a dark shadow forming under his beautiful eyes.

Seonghwa’s lips found yours, perhaps in an attempt to comfort you, or perhaps to comfort himself. A deep sound of desperation escaped him as his hands started roaming your body.

This again.

Trying to satisfy his natural needs by having sex with you, as if that would be enough to save him. He broke the kiss and analyzed your face slowly. You wore a deep frown, unsatisfied by his tactics.

“I’ll be fine,” he smiled. You hated that. He could alway make up some shit about vampires being ‘stronger than humans’ to try and avoid your accusations. “You’re torturing yourself,” you deadpanned, looking him dead in the eye. His gaze softened and he let out an airy, weak laugh.

“I love you.”

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Tonight was a big night for Seonghwa.

After a long time of not meeting them, he was going to visit his family. You weren’t surprised when Seonghwa told you that you couldn’t come with him. You weren’t sure if you even wanted to meet his family, after what your boyfriend had told you.

They hated those like you.

Humans.

Therefore, you found yourself waiting idly for Seonghwa to come back, lying on your side on the couch, watching the clock tick agonizingly slow. It was 4 am, and you never expected him to be gone for as long as he had been.

As you almost found yourself dozing off at the endless wait, the door was suddenly opened quite harshly.

You shot up from your spot as you saw your boyfriend almost stumble into your apartment. He had gotten even weaker, still refusing to drink blood.

You rushed to his side, seeing as he could barely stand. “Oh my god,” you breathed out.

He had barely any energy left. He almost collapsed in your arms, still wearing his coat and shoes. You slowly sat him down on the couch, taking off his outerwear for him and them immediately rushing to his side once again.

With his head hung low he mumbled out some words only you could understand right now.

“Love,” he called out. His small voice brought tears to your eyes. “Yes?” you sounded out, voice coming out in barely a whisper. He didn’t say anything more, instead he just took your hands in his.

Your breath hitched at the touch. You lifted your other hand to raise his head. Your eyes widened at the sight of him.

His eyes were dull and distant as they stared into the void, and his cheeks looked particularly sunken in.

You couldn’t bear to see him like this anymore.

You rose to your feet, slowly walking to the kitchen. You knew exactly what you had to do.

You scrambled through the cabinets to grab the biggest knife you could find. At this point, you didn’t care if Seonghwa knew what you were going to do. In his current state, there was no way he could stop you.

You walked over to the couch again, plopping down next to his slouching form.

“Look at me, Seonghwa.”

You could see him twitch at the use of his name. You never called him by his name if you weren’t serious.

His gaze slowly met yours, and then traveled to the large kitchen knife in your right hand.

You didn’t miss the way his pupils dilated in panic, as he was about to protest, but he was too slow.

You cut into your left wrist, wincing at the pain before making him face his biggest fear.

You shoved your wrist to his mouth, and pushed his head even closer even as he tried to struggle. You didn’t care about the voice inside of you telling you to stop, you knew that this was the right thing to do.

After fighting it for a few seconds, Seonghwa finally felt your taste on his tongue. He suddenly froze.

He blinked, and finally gave in.

His eyes rolled back in his skull as a deep sound escaped his lips. He took a hold of your wrist and held it closer to him, growling and moaning as he hungrily lapped up your red blood.

You watched him closely as his eyes turned a deep shade of crimson and you could feel his sharp fangs against your skin.

What Seonghwa didn’t know, was that you had done your research on vampires. You knew that there was nothing quite like biting the neck. That was the best source of blood.

You braced yourself and took a deep breath.

Seonghwa gasped when you harshly pulled his head away from your bleeding wrist. He let out all kinds of feral sounds and looked almost angry at the loss of contact.

You tilted your head slightly, and pulled him in.

“Do it,” you ordered, trying your best to not let your voice waver. “Bite me.”

Without any time going to waste, you felt a sharp pain in your neck. You couldn’t help but shriek in pain at the piercing sensation. Seonghwa desperately sucked on your neck, seemingly snaking his hands around your waist. Whimpers and whines were heard from the both of you, mainly from him, as he finally let himself do what he had been aching to do ever since he met you.

Seonghwa tried to stop himself, even as his fangs were deep in your neck. There was still that part of him that had promised you, promised himself. For the first time in a long time, he had let his primal instincts take over.

He hated it.

But the taste of you, oh, the taste of your sweet blood, it felt like drugs running through his veins, making him more and more addicted for every second he spent with your blood on his tongue.

You felt yourself starting to become lightheaded, and as much as you wanted to feed him, you also knew your boyfriend. You knew how he would punish himself for this if you got hurt. You knew how he would tell you to leave him, that he broke his promise, so you had to stop him.

“Seonghwa,” you urged. You tapped his shoulder, hoping he would back away from you before you lost consciousness, but it was like he wasn’t there. He was in his own zone, and he couldn’t stop. You tapped his shoulder harder and faster, calling out his name again and again, but with no reaction.

Seonghwa could hear every word you said. He could feel every time you tapped his shoulder. He noticed the way you writhed underneath him, trying to squirm away from him. He noticed when you slowly grew more limp in his arms. It was torture.

He wanted to stop, but he couldn’t. All those weeks of starving, they made him a desperate monster. The one thing he had promised you not to be.

After what felt like an agonizing eternity for him, he finally snapped out of it and ripped his mouth away from you. He felt his eyes immediately water.

There you were, unconscious and bloody, and it was all his fault. He could hear your heartbeat still being there, but he noticed your faint breathing.

You could still see Seonghwa’s figure hovering over you, until you finally succumbed to the sweet sleep awaiting you.

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You woke up to the sound of a voice. It was singing. You knew this voice. It was one that you loved listening to.

Your eyes fluttered opened slowly, to reveal the sight of your beloved boyfriend, humming a tune as he held your hand tightly in his. His head snapped up at an incredible speed at the sound of your changed breathing.

Without uttering a single word, he immediately wrapped his arms around you. He was shivering slightly, and you could hear him mumble into your shoulder. You were wrapped in cozy blankets, and as you spotted the bandage on your left wrist, it all came back to you.

“I’m sorry, my love,” Seonghwa said as he let go of you. You looked at his face with satisfaction. He already looked healthier. You tried to open your mouth to tell him something, but a finger to your lips shut you up.

“Please, I just need to say these things,” he started. “Never do that again,” he spat. He sounded angry, but you knew that he actually wasn’t angry with you, just at the situation.

“And also,” he continued, sighing deeply. “Thank you.”

Your eyes widened in shock.

Out of all the things he could’ve said, you never expected that to come out of his mouth.

“As much as I hate to admit it, you saved my life, and I just can’t punish you for such a thing.”

You felt your lips forming a small smile. Seonghwa crouched down and gave you a deep kiss. He pulled away involuntarily, and said the last things he wanted to have said.

“I love you.”

You took his hand and squeezed it.

“I love you too,” you confessed, smiling at his unusually warm touch against you.

“And..?” you started, making your boyfriend’s eyebrow raise in confusion. “Did you like my blood or what!?” you smiled.

Seonghwa couldn’t help but burst out in a hearty laughter at your sudden comment, and you joined him shortly after.

You found yourself more at peace than you had ever felt for the past few weeks, finally seeing that beautiful smile coat your true love’s face again. Oh, how you had missed that wonderful sight.

part 2

Y’all idek why I wrote this I was bored I guess💀 Hope you enjoyed and please leave requests if you have any! (part 2????)

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“Sleep” Talking: C.S

->Starring: SanxReader ->Genre: Fluff ->Cw: None

Masterlist | Ateez Masterlist

Seonghwa | Hongjoong | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho

The bedroom was quiet, the kind of quiet that only came late at night, the world outside hushed, the lights low and golden. You were curled up beside San, his chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of sleep.

One of his arms was draped across your waist, heavy and warm, while your fingers absentmindedly traced lazy circles against the fabric of his shirt.

You thought he was asleep.

His breathing was deep, slow. His face relaxed. He looked so peaceful that you didn’t dare move too much, didn’t want to wake him — but your mind, on the other hand, was wide awake. Filled with him.

You smiled softly to yourself and whispered into the quiet, not expecting an answer. Just letting your heart speak.

“I love you,” you breathed.

It was the kind of confession that came easy in the dark. Gentle. Unfiltered. Safe.

“I don’t think you even realize how much I do,” you continued, voice barely louder than a sigh. “It’s not just because of the way you look — though, let’s be real, that doesn’t hurt.”

You giggled softly at your own joke.

“It’s the way you laugh with your whole body. How you always make sure I’m on the inside of the sidewalk when we walk. How you pretend you’re not scared during horror movies, even though you totally are.”

You glanced over at him again, still convinced he was fast asleep.

“I love the way you hum when you’re brushing your teeth, how you hold me like I’m something precious, even when you’re half asleep. I just… I love you so much, San. It’s kind of ridiculous.”

You sighed, your fingers now still on his chest. “I hope you know. Even if I don’t say it enough, I really, really love you.”

A beat of silence.

And then

“I know,” came his voice, groggy, low, and just the tiniest bit smug.

You jumped in place, your heart lurching in surprise. “S-San?! You were awake?!”

He looks up at you slowly, still sleepy but now wearing the most devastatingly adorable grin. “Mhm,” he hummed, eyes barely open. “Heard every word.”

Your face flushed hot as you buried it in your hands. “Oh my God.”

He laughed, the sound raspy and warm in the quiet room. “Hey,” he whispered, gently tugging your hands away so he could see your face. “Don’t hide. That was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said about me.”

You tried to pout, but it melted instantly when he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips.

“I love you too,” he whispered between kisses. “So much it’s actually kind of stupid.”

You laughed, breathless, giddy, and buried your face in his chest instead. “You’re the worst.”

“I’m the love of your life,” he teased, wrapping both arms tightly around you. “And now I have a whole list of reasons why.”

You groaned playfully, but your smile didn’t fade once, not even as you drifted off a few minutes later, cradled in his arms, with the sound of his heartbeat and your shared I love yous echoing in the quiet.

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LaDs Men When you Return from Dead

AN: Sorry Xavier nation but I could not think one for him. This is born out of my Red Rising read. I fooking love characters like Darrow. (Sorry Caleb)

Pairing: LaDS boys (minus Xavier) x gn reader

Genre: Hurt, angst, vengance

TW: Violence (kinda dark 🤷🏻)

Ingredients: 75% vengeance , 20% rage, 5% insanity

My Fav: Rafayel

(I don't own any of these character)

Background:

In the final moments of your consciousness, you see a hand.

One that doesn’t strike, but undoes. It tears you open, unleashes your heart, and unravels you with the gentlest of touches.

You claw at it. At them.

Your voice is hoarse, fading. “Stop—” you try to speak, but only blood answers, gurgling at your lips.

“Please…” Your plea drowns in agony as the world begins to dim. As your body folds inward. As the pain swallows you whole.

And then....You are gone.

Laid into the warm embrace of the earth. Not in peace, but in illusion.

The soil drinks from your split-open chest. Your blood soaks deep, sacred and cruel.

Your death becomes a gift. Begets life for millions.

Your warmth soothes the earth’s restless core. A final kindness forced from you.

And somewhere far above, the world breathes easier…

Never knowing the price it paid.

Caleb:

He did it for peace. For the world. Because they said there was no other way.

He held the dagger in trembling hands and whispered your name like a prayer, before driving it into your heart.

And then he stayed. Long after your breath left your body. Long after the light dimmed from your eyes.

He buried you beneath the willows, in soil that had never known blood. He marked the grave with nothing—no stone, no name, just silence. Because if the world ever learned where you rested, it would never stop digging.

Your heart was meant to be fuel. Too powerful for one life. Born to feed the Earth, to balance the scales.

He was meant to end you. But instead, he loved you.

And now, years later, he sees you again.

A shadow in the mist. A scythe in your hand. Eyes glowing faintly, like the embers of the day you died.

You don’t speak. You don’t have to.

The world tilts. His breath vanishes.

It’s you. His Pips. His heart. The weapon. The universe itself. The grave he dug with his own hands.

His knees give out. He drops, laughter cracking out of him like broken glass. High, hollow, uncontainable.

He failed.

He was supposed to end you.

And yet, here you are.

Alive. Unbroken. And returned.

He doesn’t know why you’ve come. To forgive. To destroy. To finish the story.

But he knows this: If you raise the blade against him, he will not run. He will not beg.

Because life without you was his penance. And death at your hands?

That would be mercy.

Rafayel:

He is lost. Not dazed. Not broken. Lost, in the deepest way a soul can be.

You find him on the shores of the Whitesand Bay, where the sky bleeds into the sea. He is little more than a ghost wrapped in flesh.

Hair tangled. Skin greyed with salt and frigid winds. Lips cracked, still mumbling fragments of songs the sea once sang through him.

He doesn’t look at you. Doesn’t see you. His eyes are glazed.

You step forward. Waves lap at your calves. Salt stings the cracks in your skin, but you don’t stop. You can’t. You kneel before him, trembling fingers threading through his matted hair.

“Rafayel…” your voice is a broken prayer. No answer. He rocks in place, arms wrapped around himself, clutching something invisible.

You cup his neck, gently. Pull your forehead to his. “Return to me,” you breathe. Nothing. But then... A flicker. A pulse beneath your fingers. Faint. Familiar.

You press closer, trembling. Not from the cold. From memory. “The Chosen of the Sea God demands justice,” you say, your voice low and sharp. “I demand vengeance.”

Still, no spark in his eyes. But his breath hitches. The first disruption in his otherwise machine-still form. You lean in, your voice cracking with fury. “Come to me, Rafayel.” Not a request. A summon.

You press your hand against his chest. Right where the bond was first carved into flesh. Inked not with runes, but with blood and worship of another time.

You whisper the words of evocation. And the mark beneath his collarbone, long dormant, burns faintly beneath your palm.

“I call what is mine,” you snarl. “Soul-bound, storm-marked, sea-born—I call you back.”

His lip trembles. His fingers twitch.

“I don’t want your love, Rafayel,” you growl, face inches from his. “I want your rage.” You kiss him. Not out of desire. But power and claim.

"Awaken, my revered,” you whisper. “Answer my worship. Return to me, or I will tear open the sea itself.” The wind howls in answer. You press your forehead to his. Breath shallow. And then, his hand lifts. Slowly. fingers graze your cheek. And grip.

He is trembling. His breath ragged. “I saw you,” he whispers. “In the waves. In every storm. In every scream the ocean tried to silence.”

You say nothing. Because he’s not fully here. Not yet.

But the sea begins to rise. And as the tide surges.

So does he.

Eyes burning now. Not with love. With vengeance. The bond has answered.

And the drowned god walks again.

Zayne:

A heart made of ice cracks not from fire, but from a single drop of water.

Zayne is gone upon your return.

Dead, maybe. Erased, certainly. As if he followed you into death… and chose to stay.

You look for him in shadows. In memory. In the ruins of his apartment. In the hospital he once worked in, now owned by a stranger.

There’s nothing left of him but dust. The world moved on. It buried your love like it buried you.

But you didn’t stay dead.

You returned. And now, in every mirror, every pane of glass, you see him.

Not as he was. But darker. Sharper. A wolf wearing a familiar skin.

And one night, he steps out of the reflection.

He pins you to your bed, ice pick raised, aimed at your eye. His eyes, Zayne’s eyes, stare down at you.

You twist. Shift your weight. Get on top. Knee to his gut. You’ve fought worse. You’ve died. This? This is just another ghost.

"Where is he?!" you scream, teeth bared.

He struggles. But he’s not the real Zayne. This version is built for combat. A weapon.

But you have died. And death leaves its mark.

You dig your knee deeper into him. Grip his hair. Slam him back. Your blade flashes, pressed against his neck. One more inch and this doppelganger will be nothing but blood and apology.

"Where is my Zayne?" you demand again, voice cracking. “Tell me!”

He smirks. Programmed to provoke you.

You see it now, what they did. They made a monster in his image.

To torment you. To finish the act they failed to. To ensure your love becomes your execution.

But he made one mistake. He underestimated your grief. You knock him out with the hilt of your blade. Hard. He crumples like a marionette with cut strings. You kneel beside him, panting. Shaking. Your chest aches with fury and sorrow.

You will keep him. You will use him. You will rip your Zayne back from the edge of existence. Drag him from whatever place they buried his soul.

This one, this twisted mirror of him, will help you. Because if he wears your love’s face, then he will kneel when you command. He will bleed for your cause.

And when you find the real Zayne...

Gods help them all.

Sylus:

You parry the blow too late.

The fist connects with your ribs. A brutal thud, and you feel something crack. You fly backward, slamming into the bleachers. Wood splinters. Pain flares. The world tips.

You can’t breathe. Your mask is slipping.

The crowd roars, unfeeling and merciless. You hear them above the ringing in your ears. Blood rushes through your skull with a roar. You taste iron and sweat.

He comes for you again, your opponent. The masked serpent. A fighter who favors his fists over the sword he was given. His eyes, red and wild behind the steel mesh of his helm.

You raise your blade out of instinct, not hope. It’s no use.

His hands find your throat. And squeeze.

The world narrows. You’ve lived through worse. Hunger that made you eat leather. Silence that lasted so long you forgot how your voice sounded. A name that was taken from you and never returned.

Death is familiar. Almost kind. It would be easier to let go.

Your fingers twitch. Your mask slips. And then...Crack.

He slams your head into the wood. Stars bloom in your vision. The world blurs. The crowd roars louder. The taste of blood is thick now. You’re fading.

Then—air. Sudden.

He stops.

You blink through your broken helmet, expecting a killing blow. Instead, you see his fist frozen in midair. Inches from your face.

His breathing is ragged. “You live,” he whispers.

You don’t understand.

His mask is tilting. His knees hit the ground. He crawls towards you. No better than a beast. “You live…” he says again, voice cracking.

And in the haze of concussion, pain, and blood, something stirs in you too. Because those eyes...those maddened, tear-bright eyes, were once warm. Once familiar.

You flinch when he reaches for you, and he stops. There’s silence now. The crowd holds its breath.

He stares at your face, now half-exposed, your mask broken and slick with sweat and blood.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispers. “I thought they killed you.”

You say nothing. Can’t say anything.

Your ribs hurt. Your head pounds. And yet, your heart slams wildly, not from fear, but the tenderness in his gaze.

He knows you. Or worse, he once loved you.

You watch as something ancient and terrible blooms behind his eyes.

Wrath. Not for you. But for the ones who took you. Who made you forget. Who made him fight you.

And the arena falls silent, because they all feel it too. The serpent has remembered his name. And the Reaper is no longer alone.

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When you give them kiss without asking - Ateez

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ATEEZ REACTION WHEN YOU GIVE THEM KISS WITHOUT ASKING

Pairing: Ateez x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Comedy, Domestic Romance

Word Count: 2,600 words

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: this blog is a fanfiction haven, and everything posted here is purely a work of fiction. The characters, settings, and worlds belong to their respective creators unless otherwise stated. No copyright infringement is intended.

Hongjoong

You were sitting beside him as he tinkered with his laptop, headphones perched haphazardly over his bleached hair, bobbing slightly to the beat only he could hear. His glasses slid down his nose as he squinted at the screen, brows furrowed in focus.

Your eyes drifted to his lips—slightly parted, mouthing along to lyrics—and you didn’t think much before leaning in and planting a quick, warm kiss right there.

He froze.

Literally paused mid-keystroke.

Then he slowly turned his head to you, pulling one side of the headphones off.

“…Did you just kiss me?” he asked, voice way too serious for someone whose ears were turning crimson.

You grinned. “Yep.”

“No warning? No ‘Hey babe, I’m about to ambush you with affection’?”

“Didn’t think you’d mind.”

A beat.

Then he let out a sharp little laugh and closed the laptop.

“I didn’t mind,” he said, voice low and amused. “But if you're gonna keep kissing me like that in the studio, I might have to lock the door.”

Seonghwa

You were reorganizing his skincare drawer with him, which meant he was doing all the work while you mostly admired how handsome he looked even in sweatpants and a hoodie.

As he held up a sheet mask like it was a rare artifact, you stepped forward, tugged gently at his arm, and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

He blinked, startled, then gave you the softest, shyest smile like you’d just told him he was your world.

“…You didn’t even give me a second to prepare,” he murmured.

“Why would I?”

He laughed, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Because if you had, I would’ve kissed you back harder.”

You watched as he placed the mask down, then leaned in slowly this time, cupping your face with his palm.

“You surprised me, sweetheart. Now let me return the favor.”

Let’s just say the bathroom counter got forgotten pretty fast.

Yunho

You were both in line at an amusement park, holding his hand as you bounced on your heels with excitement. He’d just won you a plush bear at a claw machine and hadn’t stopped grinning since.

He turned to make a cheesy joke about funnel cake when you suddenly reached up and kissed him mid-sentence.

“—and then I—wait. Did you just—”

You shrugged innocently. “Yes.”

“…That was illegal,” he said dramatically. “No warning? No signal? No lead-up music?”

“Nope.”

He stood there blinking, then looked around at the crowd. “I feel like I should file a report. Someone just stole my heart.”

You groaned. “Yunho—”

“Wait wait, I’m not done. Because you—” he leaned in suddenly and kissed you back, breath warm on your lips “—have started a war.”

He spent the rest of the ride smothering you in random kisses every time you tried to speak.

Yeosang

The dance practice room echoed with the sound of a playlist he’d curated—smooth R\&B, the kind that matched the way he moved. He was wiping sweat from his forehead, catching his breath when you walked over, reached up, and kissed him on the lips before he could say anything.

He went completely still.

“…I—”

You tilted your head. “Was that okay?”

He nodded so slowly it was like his brain hadn’t caught up yet.

“I was gonna ask for a kiss after I cooled down,” he mumbled, visibly flustered. “But you beat me to it.”

You smiled. “Can’t help it when you look that good dancing.”

His ears turned pink.

“I’m sweaty,” he protested half-heartedly.

“I like you sweaty,” you teased.

He exhaled a laugh, grabbed a towel, then looked at you with soft eyes.

“Next time, at least let me kiss you back.”

San

You were walking down a quiet side street after grabbing ice cream together, his fingers loosely laced with yours. The sun was dipping below the rooftops, casting a warm orange hue over everything.

He was talking animatedly about a movie he wanted to watch when you suddenly stopped, tugged him toward you, and kissed him right in the middle of his sentence.

His eyes widened.

You pulled back, ice cream still in your free hand. “Sorry. You just looked cute.”

“…You just kissed me. In public.”

“I did.”

“You ambushed me like a romcom protagonist.”

San blinked, touched his lips like he was making sure it really happened, then grinned wide.

“I hope this means I’m your main love interest.”

You laughed. “Always.”

He took your hand, spun you in a dramatic twirl, then kissed you back under the streetlight.

“Then it’s only fair I steal a kiss too.”

Mingi

You were helping him decorate his apartment for a cozy little at-home date—twinkle lights, snacks, your favorite playlist humming low. He was placing a scented candle on the table, looking incredibly proud of himself, when you leaned forward and kissed him without warning.

He froze. Nearly knocked the candle over.

“…Did you just…”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

You shrugged. “You were being cute.”

He covered his face with both hands. “I wasn’t ready. My brain rebooted. Try again—wait no, don’t, I’m—”

You leaned in again and kissed him lightly, again.

He melted like the candle wax.

“Okay, okay,” he mumbled, grinning through his fingers. “Now I feel like I gotta do something dramatic. Like recite a poem or carry you bridal style.”

“Oh? You gonna write me a sonnet next?”

“Don’t tempt me, I will.”

Wooyoung

You were in the middle of a Mario Kart match on his couch, controllers in hand, both shouting dramatic curses at each other. He was winning—barely—and very smug about it.

When he drifted around the last corner and threw a banana peel right in front of you, you dropped your controller and kissed him instead.

His eyes widened like you’d paused his entire life.

“…Did you just sabotage me with affection?”

“Yup.”

“That’s cheating. That’s emotional warfare. You weaponized your lips.”

“You love it.”

He blinked at the screen. “I lost. I literally lost.”

You shrugged. “Worth it?”

He tossed the controller, pulled you into his lap, and kissed you like he was trying to win the rematch with his mouth.

“Okay, new rule: you can kiss me, but only if I get to kiss you longer.”

Jongho

You were at a quiet café downtown, sipping on bubble tea while he sat across from you scrolling through his phone. The late afternoon sun filtered through the windows, turning his skin golden and soft.

He looked up to say something and you leaned across the small table and kissed him, just like that.

He stared.

“…Was that legal?”

“What?” you laughed.

“I didn’t see it coming. No lead-in. No suspense.”

“It was a surprise attack.”

He blinked a few more times, then leaned his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his hand.

“You’re so bold lately.”

“You don’t like it?”

He smirked. “I didn’t say that.”

Then he reached across and gently traced your fingertips.

“But next time… warn me. So I don’t almost choke on my drink again.”

You both laughed, and his smile lingered long after.

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secure me in your arms || choi san || one-shot

| genre: fluff. small tinge of angst. army! choi san. | mentions: a little bit of angst here ...

word count: 2.2k

It was supposed to be a normal evening.

The kind where the sky burned in soft hues of orange and rose, with the sun gently retreating behind the buildings. The kind where the wind cooled your face just enough to make you forget about the day’s heat. The kind of evening that never made headlines—quiet, forgettable to most—but for you, it had always felt quietly significant. Something sentimental, maybe. Like the universe was whispering that something small but meaningful was about to happen.

After eight straight hours of office work and back-to-back department meetings, you finally clocked out. You tapped your ID against the monitor, the familiar beep marking your freedom for the day. As you walked past the lobby, the security guard gave you a nod and a smile.

“Have a safe ride home!” he called out.

You smiled back, dipping your head politely. “Have a great evening, sir.”

With a quiet sigh, you adjusted your bag on your shoulder and made your way toward the parking lot. Your usual routine involved a short walk to the bus stop at the far end of the lot, but today, something—or rather, someone—disrupted that rhythm.

A few steps ahead, you saw a familiar figure standing beside a sleek black motorcycle. His helmet sat on the seat while his phone rested in his hand. He stared at it for a long moment before placing it down and exhaling—slowly, like the weight of something heavy clung to his chest.

“San-ssi?” you called out, your voice hesitant but clear.

He looked up, startled—eyes widening the moment he saw you.

You blinked. “Oh. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Truthfully, you were more than surprised. Most days, you only caught glimpses of him through your office window, always at the same time—just as you were packing your things, he’d hop onto his motorcycle and ride off with a kind of calm urgency. You had always assumed his schedule was tight, especially since you remembered him once mentioning he was a reservist in the military.

But seeing him now—still here, waiting—was unexpected.

San’s eyes softened, but his surprise lingered. Not because he didn’t want to see you—but because he hadn’t planned on being seen. His mind had been busy rehearsing what he might say if he ran into you—how to casually offer you a ride home, how to keep it from sounding like he’d been thinking about it too much.

And then, there you were. Standing just a few feet away, holding his gaze. Every rehearsed word vanished.

He cleared his throat, swallowing down the lump that had formed.

“Hey… are you on your way home?”

You nodded, adjusting your grip on your shoulder bag. “Yeah. My pup’s probably crying nonstop by now.”

He winced internally. Obvious. So painfully obvious.

He knew you. Knew how you preferred staying home rather than going out, how your weekends were spent curled up with your dog and not at some café or get together party. Still, he asked. Maybe just to say something. Anything.

He let out a soft chuckle, gaze lowering for a second as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. The kind of smile that made the world feel like it was slowing down. The trees around the parking lot shimmered faintly with fairy ball lights, casting delicate golden glows that reached across the asphalt. But what those lights highlighted most wasn’t the motorcycle beside him. It was you—the soft shape of your face, the warmth in your eyes, the way your hair caught the breeze.

He tried not to stare, but it was always hard not to.

You glanced at him too. There he was, leaning casually against his bike like he wasn’t the most dangerous kind of calm you’d ever seen. One hand held his helmet loosely at his side, the other ran back through his hair as he laughed softly at your joke. That laugh—you’d heard it before. It had the strange power to settle the world. To make things feel okay, even when they weren’t.

And then his phone buzzed.

Then again.

Once.

Twice.

Silence.

Out of curiosity, your eyes flicked to his phone. The screen showed nothing but: Incoming Call: PRIVATE LINE. It confused you, but something about the moment told you not to pry. It felt too heavy… too confidential.

But he knew who it was. You saw it in the way his whole face shifted. His posture stiffened. His shoulders squared. Something had changed—and you could feel it. Your foot shifted anxiously as he picked up his phone, eyes scanning whatever message was on the screen. You didn’t need to read it to know something wasn’t right.

“…What’s wrong?” you asked, your voice softer now. The calm had shattered, replaced by unease that crept into your chest. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stared at the screen for a few more seconds before locking his phone and placing it back on the holder. Then, he reached into the back compartment. You watched as he pulled out the extra helmet—the one he’d kept meaning to give you. Days. Weeks. Maybe even months had passed, each moment eaten away by hesitation and fear.

Every time he thought about giving it to you, his courage failed him. And now, when it might already be too late, this was all he had to give. A silent gesture. A fragile hope. A quiet promise that he’d come back. But he couldn’t say that aloud. Not when the country was teetering on the edge of something burning. Not when he wasn’t sure if he’d even get the chance.

“I need you to trust me,” he said. His voice was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that didn’t belong to him. Something inside you twisted. A quiet panic stirred.

“Why?” you asked. “Is something wrong?” You looked at the helmet in his hands, then back at him, “San-ssi?”

The phone buzzed again. This time, a name flashed on the screen, Sgt. Montano – URGENT. You didn’t know who that was. But the dread in your stomach didn’t need names. You knew. You knew this wasn’t just a regular night anymore. Even though the two of you were just co-workers on the surface, you both shared something deeper. Something unspoken. Something both of you were too afraid to touch.

He inhaled sharply—one of those deep, measured breaths that people take when they're trying to hold it together. The kind that sounded like goodbye without saying the word, “You hold on to this until I come back,” he murmured, pressing the helmet gently into your hands.

You stared down at it. It felt heavier than it should. Smooth, glossy black, visor tinted just enough that you could faintly see your reflection on its surface.

You looked at him again, “San…” your voice cracked a little, uncertain and small. “Please tell me what’s happening…”

“This is where you need to trust me.” Your fingers tightened around the helmet he’d handed you, confusion flickering in your eyes. “Wait—what’s going on? Are you—”

Before you could finish, his hand gently settled over yours. Warm. Steady. Grounding. Like an anchor in a storm you didn’t see coming.

“You trust me, right?” he asked—not about this moment, not about the weight of the situation unfolding before you. No, his voice carried something deeper. He was asking about everything you had shared—quiet lunches on lazy afternoons, late-night conversations over takeout, the secrets you’d entrusted to each other without realizing just how sacred they’d become. It wasn’t about how long you’d known him. It was about the depth. The certainty.

“I always trusted you,” you whispered, though your throat felt like it had been scraped raw.

He smiled at that—not the kind of smile that stretched wide and carefree, but a quiet, almost shy tug at the corner of his mouth. The kind that hinted at something he couldn’t say. Maybe fear. Maybe a goodbye. Maybe both.

You watched as he turned away, slipping his helmet on with practiced ease—his movements efficient, automatic. Muscle memory forged from something far more serious than daily errands or weekend rides. He was readying himself. And suddenly, so many things clicked at once.

“No kiss at least?” you blurted, voice embarrassingly soft and trembling.

The calls from someone named "Sergeant." The way he always kept his phone within reach. The silent pauses when the news came on, about rising tensions and military deployment.

You’d known something was coming. You just hadn’t expected it to be now. And before your brain could talk you out of it, your mouth acted on impulse.

It made him freeze. You instantly regretted it. His posture went stiff, like you’d startled him, and for a second you feared you’d crossed a line neither of you had spoken of. But then—slowly—he turned to you. His visor lifted halfway, revealing only his eyes. Wide. Surprised. And… flushed.

His cheeks turned a soft shade of pink beneath the helmet’s shadow, and then he tilted his head with a barely-there smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Without a word, he gripped the bottom of his helmet, pulled it off in one fluid motion, and leaned in.

The kiss was feather-light. A mere breath of a moment. But it was real. And it burned through you like fire. Like a promise.

When San pulled back, you hadn’t moved. Couldn’t. You just stood there, breath stolen, heart thundering, “Until then,” he said, pulling the helmet back over his head. His voice came muffled this time, but the meaning still struck clear. He nodded toward the helmet you were still holding. “Secure me in your arms.”

Then, with a swift kick, he flicked the bike’s stand up and revved the engine. The sound split through the quiet street as he shifted into gear. A second later, he was gone—riding into the night, swallowed by city lights and the invisible hands of duty.

You stood in the silence he left behind, the helmet still cradled to your chest. The wind tugged at your clothes, carrying his scent away with it. When you finally looked down, something glinted inside the helmet. Frowning, you reached in. Your fingers brushed against something cool—metal. Your breath caught.

You pulled it out slowly. Choi San’s dog tag.

And your heart sank and soared all at once.

Instantly, your mind drifted back to the day you first found out he was part of the army. It was during a company team-building trip—a warm, sun-drenched afternoon by the beach. Everyone was split into groups for a game of tug-of-war, laughter echoing along the shore, the ocean breeze tousling hair and lifting spirits.

San had been on your team. You remembered clearly how the fabric of his tight white shirt clung to him after the game, and how something silver around his neck clinked softly with every movement. The chain had caught your eye. It had gleamed in the sun—subtle but noticeable.

After your team won that round, you’d collapsed onto a weathered log, panting and exhilarated. A moment later, San approached, holding two bottles of water, the sea wind tousling his damp hair. He handed you one before sitting beside you, his shirt collar slightly pulled open.

That’s when you saw it clearly. The dog tag.

Curious, you had glanced sideways. “You’re in the army? Or the navy?”

He turned to you with a soft smile, shoulders still rising and falling from the exertion. “Army,” he said simply, and took a sip from his bottle.

You nodded, letting your gaze drift back out to the beach. The waves lapped gently at the shore, soft and rhythmic, crashing lightly against the rocks. Something about it—maybe the calmness—reminded you of your father.

“My dad was in the navy,” you said after a beat, voice quieter. “He served for twenty years before he retired.”

San shifted slightly, clearly surprised that you’d shared something so personal, but he didn’t speak. He leaned in slightly instead—listening, attentive.

“He knew the risks when he married my mom, had a family,” you continued, eyes still on the sea. “But he still went through with it. When things got dangerous, and he didn’t know when—or if—he’d be back… he gave her his dog tag. Said it would help her sleep better at night.”

San didn’t answer right away. His eyes followed the shoreline, then slowly returned to you. “You know,” he began, voice low, “whether it’s army, navy, or air force… when someone gives you their dog tag, it means they trust you.”

You turned your head to look at him—and were caught off guard to find his gaze already on you. Close. Focused. Your heartbeat stuttered for a moment. Something in his scent—faint cologne and the salt of the ocean—was oddly calming, like he belonged in that moment beside you.

“Is that… normal?” you asked softly. “To give someone your tag?”

He shook his head. “Not really. It’s not standard or anything. But when we do… it usually means we’re going into something dangerous. Or something we might not come back from.” He paused, eyes flicking down to the small space between your hands.

Then—gently—he reached across and wrapped his fingers around yours. “But right now,” he said, holding your gaze, “it means there’s someone out there we want to come back to. Someone we believe in. Someone who believes in me.”

The memory snapped away as your present vision blurred with tears.

You looked down at the helmet in your hands, and the cold metal nestled inside it. San didn’t just trust you with the helmet. It was the dog tag that mattered most. And now it sat in your hands—his name etched into it—pressed against your chest like a silent promise.

[smileyishere92]

BROKEN WINGS | CHOI JONGHO (requested 💕)

pairing : : choi jongho x fem!reader

synopsis : : cursed to become a swan each night, you’re wounded by hunters and found by jongho, a forest healer. he takes you in, unaware of your secret—until morning reveals your true form.

genre : : strangers to lovers

warnings : : blood, wounds, slight nudity (not in a sexual way)

word count : : 3.9k

author's note : : yeah not one of my best works :( sorry anon :'(

—The moon hung low, veiled in thin clouds, casting a pale light over the forest. Jongho’s boots crunched softly through the underbrush, his satchel swinging at his side, half-filled with herbs, mosses, and the rare mushrooms that only surfaced on damp spring nights.

The woods were familiar, but never predictable. A change in birdcall, a bent branch, a fresh paw print in the mud—he noticed it all. His fingers brushed past a patch of goldenroot when the silence hit him.

Then he saw it. A pale shape collapsed near the edge of the stream, half-hidden by reeds.

A swan.

Its white feathers glistened, but they were streaked with something dark—blood. One wing lay at an unnatural angle, and its long neck curled in on itself like it had folded beneath the weight of pain.

“Damn it,” Jongho muttered, already dropping to his knees beside it.

Up close, the damage was clearer. An arrow had grazed the wing, tearing through the muscle but missing the bone. Still, the bird had collapsed from blood loss, pain, or fear—or all three.

He unbuckled his satchel, fingers moving on instinct. “I don’t know who you pissed off,” he murmured as he worked, “but you’re lucky I came this way.”

The swan didn’t stir. He cleaned the wound with water from his flask, then applied a paste of ground birch bark and comfrey. It was the same salve he used on wolves, sometimes even villagers. Carefully, he wrapped the wing with a strip of linen, looping it just snug enough to keep the joint from moving.

“You’re not going to die tonight,” he said under his breath, lifting the bird gently.

Jongho shifted the swan’s weight in his arms and stood, heart beating faster than he wanted to admit. He wasn’t one to believe in omens or signs. But something about this didn’t feel like coincidence.

The cottage was warm by the time he laid the swan down on a folded wool blanket near the hearth. Jongho set a bowl of water beside it, then poked the fire to life again. Flames crackled and flickered across the bird’s feathers, giving them a strange silver sheen.

He sat beside it for a moment, staring into the embers. His breath had steadied, but the questions in his head hadn’t. What was a swan doing alone, this deep in the forest?

Jongho rubbed his hands over his face and stood. “We’ll see in the morning,” he said, mostly to himself.

—Jongho woke with a start.

It wasn’t the quiet creak of the trees or the howling wind that pulled him from sleep—it was the unmistakable crash of something hitting the wooden floor in the other room. For a heartbeat, he lay still, muscles tight, instincts alert. Then he grabbed the knife he kept near the nightstand and rushed barefoot into the main room of the cottage.

The fire in the hearth had burned low, casting a faint orange glow across the floorboards. At first, he saw nothing. Then his breath caught.

Where he had left the swan was now you.

You were crouched near the hearth, wide-eyed, your hands gripping the edge of the nearby table where a ceramic bowl now lay shattered on the floor. Your clothes were torn and stained—blood, mud, and something else. Your long hair clung to your face in damp waves. Your bare feet trembled against the rug, and your lips were parted, like you were trying to breathe through panic and smoke.

His gaze darted to the blanket on the floor. Empty. The swan was gone.

He blinked once, then again, but the sight didn’t change. You were still there.

The swan is you.

Before he could say a word, you backed away, stumbling over the broken bowl. You caught yourself on the mantle, but your legs gave out anyway and you dropped to the floor with a sharp sound of pain. One hand flew to your shoulder. Blood seeped through the bandage.

Jongho moved on instinct, the knife forgotten. “Wait—don’t move. You’re hurt. That wound—”

“Where am I?” Your voice was raw, edged with panic. “How did I—? I don’t—” You looked down at yourself, at the room, at him—like he might be the reason for all of this. “What did you do to me?”

“I didn’t— I found you,” he said quickly, hands raised, keeping his distance. “You were injured. Badly. By the river. You were… I found you unconscious. I brought you here to help.”

“God,” you muttered, barely audible. “Not again.”

You pushed off the table, stumbling toward the door, but the moment your foot hit the ground, pain lit up your shoulder and your legs gave out. Jongho caught you before you hit the floor.

“Let go,” you said through gritted teeth, trying to shove him away. But your strength didn’t follow.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, not unkindly. “You’re bleeding again.”

“I don’t know you,” you snapped, voice cracking. “I don’t know what this is—what you are.”

“And I don’t know what you are either,” he replied, quieter now. “But I’m not going to hurt you. I’m a healer. That’s it. I treat wounds. I don’t make them.”

He lifted you carefully—more carefully than you expected—and guided you back to the blanket near the fire. Your whole body ached. You wanted to argue, to bolt, to disappear again—but your body wasn’t keeping up with your fear.

“You were barely alive when I found you,” he said. “Arrow through your shoulder. Passed out cold. I carried you here. Patched you up. That’s all.”

You didn’t answer. Just stared at the door, jaw tight, pulse still racing.

“I don’t know what you are,” he added. “But I don’t care right now. I don’t leave injured things to die.”

That seemed to get through a little. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “I just want to make sure you don’t bleed out in my house.”

You sat stiffly, every muscle taut like you were still waiting for the real danger to show itself. But it didn’t. Jongho crouched beside you, pulling his satchel closer, and set out what he needed: a fresh strip of linen, a small jar of salve, a flask of clean water.

“This will sting,” he said, not bothering to sugarcoat it.

He peeled back the soaked bandage and hissed under his breath. The wound had reopened—blood had soaked through the outer layer. You clenched your jaw as he cleaned around the tear, the cloth dragging against raw skin. You didn’t look at him. Not until you felt his fingers, steady and careful, applying the cool paste. His touch was warm, firm, but never rough. He worked like someone who’d done this a hundred times—and cared enough to do it right every time.

“You’re lucky,” he muttered. “Another inch lower and it would’ve torn through the joint.”

You glanced at him then, studying the line of his brow, the way his hair fell across his forehead, damp from sleep. He didn’t meet your gaze, just focused on your wound like it mattered more than what you were, or what he saw when he walked in.

He wrapped the linen slowly, tying it off just above your shoulder with the precision of someone who’d learned healing the hard way—through real people, real pain.

“You need to stay,” he said, straightening up. “At least until that closes properly.”

You blinked. “I can’t—”

“Just for a few weeks,” he said before you could finish. “That’s all. I’m not going to keep you. I just… I need to keep an eye on it.”

You started to argue, but your mouth stayed half open. You didn’t have the energy. Not after what just happened. Not after the last twenty-four hours that had folded in on themselves like some fevered dream.

He stood and offered you a hand. You hesitated but then took it.

“Come on,” he said. “You should eat something. I’ll make tea.”

The kitchen was small, tucked into the far end of the cottage, lit by the fire’s glow and the faint grey-blue of dawn beginning to slip through the windows. He helped you into the chair nearest the table, then moved around the space with easy familiarity—filling a kettle, slicing bread, breaking a few dried herbs into a pot.

He set a bowl of something warm and simple in front of you—a stew, still steaming—and pushed a cup of tea across the table. You hadn’t realized how hollow you felt until the scent hit you. You took the spoon, hands still trembling faintly.

After a moment, Jongho sat across from you. Arms crossed, one foot tapping against the floor.

“I need to ask you something,” he said finally. “That swan… that was you. Right?”

You didn’t look at him. You stared down at the tea instead, as if the leaves might rearrange into a better answer.

“You don’t have to explain if you don’t want to,” he said quickly. “I just—”

“I’m cursed,” you said flatly, cutting him off. “I turn into a swan every night.”

You braced for disbelief. Pity. The usual reactions. But he just nodded once, slow and thoughtful.

“Alright,” he said, like you’d told him the weather. “That’s what I figured.”

You looked up at him sharply. “You don’t think I’m insane?”

“I found a swan bleeding out in the woods,” he said. “Woke up to a bleeding woman in the same place, with the same wound, the same bandage. I’m a healer, not an idiot.”

You exhaled, something tight in your chest cracking a little at the edges.

He didn’t press. Didn’t ask who cursed you, or why, or how long it had been happening. He just sat with it. With you.

“Eat,” he said finally. “You’ll feel worse before you feel better if you don’t.”

You finished eating, slower than usual, the food settling like warmth in your chest, steadying the frayed nerves still clinging to your bones. Jongho watched quietly, elbows resting on the table, tea cooling in his hands. He didn’t rush you. Just waited.

When you finally stood, a little shaky, you caught his eyes flick briefly to your shoulder—checking, measuring—but he didn’t say anything. He moved toward the door instead, grabbing a coat hung near the frame.

You hesitated, unsure if you were supposed to stay behind or follow. You didn’t like sitting still. Especially not in a place you didn’t know, so you followed him out the door.

The morning air was crisp, damp with dew, and the garden just beyond the cottage was still wrapped in early fog. Jongho crouched by one of the garden beds, already tugging at stalks and checking leaves with that same quiet focus he had when he treated your wound. You lingered awkwardly by the steps, watching.

“You shouldn’t be on your feet yet," he said, not even glancing up.

You stepped off the last stone and into the grass anyway. “Then give me something to do.”

That made him pause. He looked up at you—really looked this time. His expression wasn’t annoyed. If anything, there was a flicker of something almost like amusement in his eyes, like you’d just said something unexpected and kind of endearing.

“Alright,” he said, nodding toward the other bed. “Come here, stubborn.”

You made your way over carefully, still favoring your leg. He noticed, of course he did, but said nothing. You knelt down beside him, lowering yourself slowly into the damp earth.

“Here,” he said, pointing to a clump of green. “Comfrey. Good for bruises, swelling. Grab it by the base, pull slow.”

Jongho shifted closer, gently brushing your fingers aside. His hand closed around yours, warm and steady. He didn’t rush. He just guided your hand lower, fingers curling softly around your own, showing you where to grip.

“Right here,” he said, voice lower now, almost careful. “Too high and you’ll snap the stem.”

Your eyes flicked up to his face—just for a second. He was closer than before. He didn’t seem to notice how your breath caught. Or maybe he did, and he was just pretending not to.

“Good,” he said, a smile barely tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re a natural.”

You tried to focus on the plants. Tried to act like your heart hadn’t suddenly found a faster rhythm. The garden was quiet except for the sound of earth shifting and the occasional brush of your shoulders as you both moved. And then, when you tried to get up—too quickly this time—your legs buckled without warning.

You pitched forward, catching yourself with a startled gasp, but not fast enough.

Jongho caught you, one arm slipped behind your back, the other around your waist, holding you firmly. You ended up in his arms again—closer than ever. Your palms pressed against his chest, your face inches from his. You could feel the thud of his heartbeat. Or maybe that was yours. You weren’t sure.

His breath was soft against your cheek, his gaze locked on yours. There was no teasing this time, no quick comment. Just that thick, charged silence that felt heavier than anything you could say.

“I told you to take it easy,” he murmured, but it came out quieter than he probably meant. Almost fond.

You swallowed. “I was being careful.”

“Mm. Clearly.”

But he didn’t let go. Not right away. And when he finally did, it was slow, his hands lingering just a second longer than necessary. As he helped you sit back down, his fingers brushed the curve of your arm, your side—light, but enough to leave your skin humming.

“I’ll bring you something for your head,” he said, already standing again. “And next time you feel like collapsing, give me a little warning.”

You watched him head back to the cottage, lips tugging up just slightly despite yourself.

—Jongho made you promise to stay inside.

“Don’t wander. Not even to the garden,” he’d said that morning, slipping on his coat and checking the latch on the door twice. “You’re not healed yet. And if you change before I’m back…”

You’d nodded, quiet, not arguing this time. He had to go into the village—supplies, medicine, things he couldn’t forage for. He’d promised to be quick.

But now the sun had dipped below the trees, casting long shadows across the forest path as he made his way home, breath visible in the cooling air. He moved faster than usual. Not running—but close. His satchel bounced against his hip, heavier than when he’d left.

The cottage came into view, windows dark, smoke curling faintly from the chimney. He pushed open the door and stepped inside.

“Hey,” he called out, voice low but expectant. “I’m back.”

No answer.

His heart tightened a little. He dropped the satchel by the door, scanning the room quickly—the hearth, the kitchen, the empty chair where you'd sat that morning. Nothing.

Then he saw the shape curled near the fire.

You. Well, not you.

Swan you.

You were tucked close to the hearthstones, your body curved protectively around yourself, head resting gently against the folded edge of a blanket. Your wings were tucked in tight, though one stuck out just slightly—wrapped in clean linen, the bandage still holding. The firelight gave your feathers a soft amber glow.

You were asleep, chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. He crouched beside you, careful not to make a sound, not even sure why he was being so quiet. Maybe it was the way you looked—peaceful for once.

His fingers brushed your head gently, just between your eyes. Feathers softer than he expected. You didn’t flinch. In fact, you leaned into his hand a little, still asleep. That tiny gesture, so simple, so trusting—stirred something in his chest.

He reached behind him for the wool blanket draped over the armchair, then carefully laid it over your body, tucking the edges near your side to keep the warmth in.

—You woke slowly, warmth wrapped around your body in a way that felt unfamiliar. It wasn’t the hearth rug. It wasn’t the hard floor by the fire. This was softer. Still. Sheets brushed against your skin, and your eyes blinked open to pale morning light filtering through a half-drawn curtain.

The bed wasn’t yours. The room wasn’t either. But it was warm, quiet, and smelled faintly of pinewood and smoke. Your shoulder ached with a dull throb, but the bandage was holding.

You pushed back the blanket and stood carefully, bare feet against the wood floor, making your way toward the kitchen where the sound of movement—soft clattering, the scrape of iron—filtered through the walls.

When you stepped in, Jongho was by the stove, sleeves rolled, hair damp and freshly combed. He was plating something, back turned slightly, humming under his breath.

He glanced over his shoulder the second you stepped in.

“Morning,” he said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You looked uncomfortable, curled up like that, so I moved you to my bed.”

You froze, blinking. “Oh—um…” Your voice came out smaller than intended. “Thanks.”

He turned back to the stove, clearly trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal, like it wasn’t worth lingering on. But you knew he’d picked you up, carried you and tucked you in.

“How’s the shoulder?” he asked, gently.

You nodded. “Still sore, but… better.”

“Do you mind if I check it?”

You hesitated, then nodded again. “Yeah. Sure.”

Jongho set the ladle down and dried his hands on a cloth. He stepped toward you slowly, quietly, as if afraid of startling you.

You reached up and pulled the collar of your shirt down over one shoulder, baring the wound.

He leaned in, inspecting it closely, his breath warm on your skin. “It’s healing,” he murmured. “But the ointment’s faded. I’ll need to rewrap it.”

You gave another small nod. Then he hesitated as if he wanted to say something.

“What is it?” you asked, watching him shift.

He cleared his throat. “You’ll… probably need to take your shirt off. I can’t reach around the bandage properly like this.”

You froze for half a second, then nodded once. “Okay.”

Your fingers trembled slightly as you pulled the shirt over your head, careful not to jolt your shoulder. You sat on the edge of the table, left only in your bra, arms loosely crossed, eyes cast downward. You could feel it—your skin flushing hot. Embarrassment prickled along your neck.

Jongho didn’t look at anything he wasn’t supposed to. His eyes stayed locked on your shoulder, his hands focused and steady. He dabbed a fresh layer of ointment over the healing wound, the coolness of it making you shiver slightly.

He rewrapped the bandage slowly, tying it off with a firm, neat knot. But he didn’t move away right away. Neither did you.

You looked up at the same time he did.

Your eyes met. His hand still rested gently on your arm. Your faces were too close—one small movement and your nose would brush his. You felt the pull of the moment like a cord drawn tight between you.

His gaze dropped—just for a second—to your lips.

Then the kettle on the stove let out a sharp hiss, steam whistling through the spout. Both of you jumped slightly, the moment shattering clean in half.

Jongho stepped back quickly, running a hand through his hair and muttering something under his breath as he turned to kill the heat.

—It had been days since that morning in the kitchen.

Every morning, you woke in Jongho’s bed, tucked under heavy blankets that still carried the faint warmth of his body. He always rose before you, already halfway through tea or chopping something in the kitchen by the time you stumbled in, sleepy-eyed and sore-shouldered.

And in the evenings, before the sun dipped too low, he’d always make sure you were somewhere warm and safe before the change took you again.

You and Jongho had fallen into rhythm. He showed you how to make tea the way he liked it, how to identify herbs by smell alone. You told him things you hadn’t said aloud in years—memories from before the curse, small fragments of who you used to be.

You’d grown used to the silence between you. It wasn’t empty. It was full of glances, of quiet moments where his hand would brush yours when you passed him something, of him tucking your hair behind your ear while pretending it was nothing. You laughed more. You smiled without realizing. You felt human again.

These had been the best days of your life in a long time. Maybe ever.

Which made what you were about to do feel worse.

The wound had healed. You weren’t limping anymore. The bandages had come off two days ago, replaced by a scar that barely stung. And with that last tie gone, you knew you couldn’t stay—not without asking him to carry something that wasn’t his to hold.

You’d already said thank you. For the food, the care, the silence. You hadn’t said anything about how you’d started waking up hoping to see him first. You hadn’t said that leaving made your chest feel hollow. You couldn’t.

So, that morning, you dressed quietly, tucked your things into a small cloth bag Jongho had given you, and stepped outside. The sun was climbing, the air warm with spring.

He was tending the herbs by the edge of the path. You almost turned back when you saw him—but you didn’t.

“I should go,” you said, voice steady, too steady.

He looked up slowly. His hands stilled, “You’re sure?”

You nodded, not quite meeting his eyes. “You’ve done more than enough. I don’t want to overstay. I don’t want to be a burden.”

He stood, brushing dirt from his palms, watching you. “You’re not,” he said, but it didn’t come out loud enough.

You stepped forward. “Thank you. For everything.”

He nodded again, this time slower. Still no step forward. Still no words that you wanted to hear.

You wanted him to stop you.

You wanted a reason to stay.

And then—he reached out, his hand wrapped around your wrist. “Don’t go,” he said. There was a crack in his voice this time, "Please."

You blinked. “Jongho—”

“I know you think you’re being kind. Leaving before you take up too much space. But I—” He looked down, then back at you, eyes clearer now, steadier. “I don’t care about that. I care about you. I want you here. Even if you change every night. Even if you leave feathers on the rug. Even if you never tell me everything.”

You couldn’t speak. Could only stand there, your heart tripping over itself.

“I didn’t plan this,” he said softly. “Didn’t expect it. But it’s real. You’re real. And I don’t want this to be the end.”

Your eyes stung before you could stop them. “I thought you wouldn’t want to be stuck with—”

“I’m not stuck,” he said. “I’m asking you to stay.”

You searched his face, trying to be sure. He didn’t give you time to second-guess it. He leaned in—not rushed, not unsure—and kissed you.

It was warm and slow, like he’d been holding it back for days. His hand rested lightly at your hip, the other brushing your jaw, steady and sure. You melted into it before you even knew you were moving. Your fingers curled into the front of his shirt.

When he finally pulled back, your foreheads touched, breaths mingling in the quiet space between you.

You barely managed a whisper. “I was hoping you’d stop me.”

He smiled, eyes still closed. “I couldn’t let you go.”

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