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Baby, It's Alright - Chapter Two

(Dr. Robby x Fem!Reader)

A little later than I promised but here it is!

Summary: Reader gets a sort of second date with Robby that sort of doesn't go the way she planned. It sort of goes better...

TW: all my content is considered 18+, age gap, car accident but everyone is fine, medical inaccuracies, DIY medicine = kids don't try this at home, sort of slow burn sorry, quiet flirting, male friendship, includes Dr Jack Abbot x nurse wife!OFC, Jack and Sam are INVESTED, Reader is nervous and twitterpated, Robby is falling and he's working through that ok!

This is a part of my "Save Me From Myself" series, if you feel so inclined you can check that out! Love you all for the love!

Read Chapter One here if you missed it!

~~~~~

Sam had invited you out for coffee after your shift and once you had found a table she asked the question you had been expecting for a week. "So, how are you feeling about your sexy, older, ER doc crush now?"

"Do you have to say it that way?" You supposed you should be grateful she'd let you go this long without bringing it up. It had given you time to think.

"Yes," She smiled, "I'm honestly having fun torturing you both. Stop avoiding the question."

You thought for a minute while you picked at your muffin, "Is it weird?" You were aware it was a vague yet somehow loaded question.

Sam still smiled, a little softer, as she reached up to let her bun down, "I don't think I can answer that for you." She paused to take a sip of her coffee and then continued. "What I can tell you is that when I first got to spend some time with Jack, we didn't know anything about each other, but, we sat and ate together and I knew that I could sit at a shitty picnic table and eat shitty pizza with him anywhere in the world and be perfectly happy."

You thought about what she had said, thought about dinner and the chat you had with Robby after.

Across rhe table from you Sam chuckled, "You realize you don't even have to say it right? It's written all over your face."

~~~~~

Robby blinked, snapped out of his thoughts, as his earbuds read out, "Incoming call from: Sam Abbot"

"Good morning Mrs. Abbot."

"Good morning Dr. Robinavitch. You on your way to work?"

"Mhmm, you've got three blocks."

She got right to the point, "If I told you Y/N was interested in seeing you again, what would you say?"

Robby scoffed, "I'd ask what you're bribing her with."

"Robby I swear to God, do you like her or not?"

"I don't know that it's that easy Sam."

"Because you're making it complicated."

"It is what I do best."

"You should have seen her face this morning when I brought you up." When that doesn't get a response out of him she continues, "I knew it! You big chicken, just admit you would like to see her again."

"I don't know Sam."

Something in his tone sobers Sam up a little bit, "Ok, I'm not bullying you,"

"You sure?" He interrupted, only half teasing.

"Shut up. Look, she liked meeting you at the house the other night and I think she really likes you. So, I won't beat you up about it, but will you at least promise me you'll think about it? You might be pleasantly surprised."

Robby was quiet for most of the next block, "Ok, I will think about it. I am thinking about it."

Sam's smile was evident in her voice, "Ok, good. I'm glad. Have a good day at work, okay."

Robby couldn't help but smile with her, "I will, I'll make sure Jack leaves on time."

~~~~

As soon as Robby got inside the the ED Dana met him at the counter, "So, haven't seen you, how'd dinner go with the VA cutie go?"

Robby glared at Jack as he gathered up his stuff. Jack just glared right back.

"Oh please," Dana scoffed, "Don't look at him, he's like trying to get gossip out of a KGB agent."

Robby throws another glance at Jack who just shrugs and slaps him on the back on his way out. When he turns back to Dana he sighs, "Ok, what did Sam tell you?"

"Nothing much, just talked to her quick the other day and she said they had you two over for dinner and that Y/N had a good time."

Suddenly, he was already exhausted and he had only just got to work, "Is there anyway for me avoid this conversation?" The look she gives him says it all. "Dinner was... fine, actually no dinner was good. She is everything Sam said she was and more."

Dana softened, "But?"

He sighs and scratches at his beard as he leans his elbows on the counter, "She's so young."

With an arched brow, "Robby, she's a grown woman, and from what I hear she's a grown woman that likes what she sees."

~~~~~

Robby heard the access door open, but he didn't turn. DIdn't need to.

"At least you're on this side of the rail this time."

Robby scoffed, "Look who's talking."

Jack nodded, "Came to tell you to go home." He stepped up to the rail and leaned his forearms over the top. "What're you doin' up here anyway?"

His colleague didn't answer right away, but Jack waited him out. "Needed some quiet, time to think about some things."

"Would one of those things happen to be a pretty, little nurse over at the VA?"

"That's your shtick brother." Robby gave him a side eye.

Jack shook his head with a chuckle, "Well that wasn't a no." He turned his head and gave Robby a look, "C'mon, tell me what's up. You got," He turned his wrist over, "Five minute before my shift starts."

"You a counselor now?" Robby scoffed.

"Four minutes, 50 seconds."

"Fuck me, you really want to talk about this?"

"Not especially, but we're gonna." He stood up and turned around to lean back against the rail, "And I really only have it in me to say this once, so listen."

Robby grumbled, but did not interrupt.

"I know the age thing is messing with you, but I think you're makin' a bigger deal out of it than it needs to be. You know, Sam fell for a... a 29 year old soldier with a six pack and God complex. Now, she's married to a 46 year old doctor with fucking grey hair, frown lines, PTSD and a shitty schedule. She still loves me, and yeah shut up, God knows why sometimes. But look brother, she's the only thing that keeps me above ground on the really bad days."

After a deep breath Robby shook his head, "Still different. She wouldn't be getting any of the good years, and Jesus I feel old just thinking about it." He laughed at himself.

Jack laughed a little, at Robby as much as at himself, "I mean, you're older than me." He takes the jab because he can't help himself, "But, for what it's worth, sometimes yeah, you're goin' to feel old as fuck, but most the time the age difference thing isn't even a factor." He paused and turned back around, hands gripped the railing as he leaned into it. "Then there's sometimes man where she's goin' make you feel twenty years old again, ten feet tall and fucking bulletproof." He chuckled, "Plus, look at it this way, now you got twenty, thirty years experience to put behind it."

"Oh fuck off." Jack laughed again, "C'mon, times up, otherwise I'm goin' to bill you." He pushed back from the railing.

"Sam, she's your once in a lifetime man." Robby's voice sounded tight. "Doesn't happen every day."

Stopped two steps away Jack turned back, hands in his pockets, and nodded, "You ever think Y/N might be yours?"

~~~~~~

When Sam had texted you last week that Robby was interested in seeing you again your initial reaction had been panic. Dinner at Jack and Sam's had been fun, easy even. Then you stopped and thought about going on a real, actual date, just you and Robby.

For whatever reason, the thought scared you, like maybe you weren't quite ready for that just yet. You wanted to see him again, you knew that for sure, but you couldn't help but feel like that first night had been less of a date and more of a dinner with friends.

Sam had teased you, a little, "Not that we mind, but you are going to have to take the training wheels off at some point."

She had agreed though and that was how you found yourself in Sam's SUV on your way to lunch. Jack driving and Robby up front with him, Sam next to you currently leaned over the center console typing in the restaraunt address into the GPS screen.

"Would you please, sit your ass back down?" Jack chided his wife with a smile. "I know where we're going."

You stifled a laugh as Sam caught your gaze and rolled her eyes as she settled back into her seat and buckled her seat belt. "So bossy."

From where you sat you could see the look they gave each other in the rearview mirror. You also saw the moment, halfway through an intersection, when Jacks eyes jumped the left.

"Mother fuck..." He didn't even get out the rest of the word before the car that had blown through the stoplight slammed into the SUV.

Tires squealed and you could hear the creak and crunch of metal on metal over the ringing in your ears as the airbags deployed.

~~~~~

"Sam, baby you okay?"

"Yeah! I'm fine."

"Y/N, you okay?"

Everything was fuzzy, your ears still rang and this time it was Robby calling back to you, "Y/N, hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm, I'm okay."

As your vision cleared you heard a repeated pop and hiss, pop and hiss. Jack had pulled out his knife and was popping the airbags on the driver side of the SUV. You flinched when your door opened, but a warm hand grabbed your wrist and squeezed.

"Hey," Robby spoke calmly, "Cover your eyes for me." Another pop and hiss and the side curtain airbag between you and him deflated. "There we go. Hey, look at me. Anything hurt?" When you didn't answer right away he ducked his head to catch your eye, "Does anything hurt?" His eyes scanned you head to toe and he gave you a little nod when you told him nothing hurt. "Ok, good watch my finger for me. Perfect." His hands moved to take each of yours, "Squeeze for me. Good. Move your feet?" He gave a smile and a nod, "Ok, you're ok, c'mon. I got you."

"Robby!" Jacks voice carried from the other side of the SUV, "I got three over here. Driver's unresponsive!"

Robby helped you out and away from the Tahoe where it had come to rest in corner of the intersection.

"Sam, grab a kit!"

You watched Robby disappear around the SUV and you could hear Sam behind you. When you turn she had a phone pressed to her ear as she opened the back hatch.

"Intersection of South Highland and Liberty. MVC in the southound lane, three vehicles involved." She drug a backpack out of the back, "We are going to need EMS, yes ma'am. Yes ma'am. Expect multiple injuries. My name is Samantha Abbot. Yes ma'am."

Head still fuzzy you watched as she jogged towards the car that had hit you, the whole front end completely mangled. After a second your instinct kicked in and you followed after her.

Jack didn't even look over his shoulder as Sam came up behind him, "Driver is unresponsive to pain, pupils are pinned. Grab me the narcan."

You took Sam's lead and went to Robby to see what you could do to help. He looked up at you briefly, "Check her in the back. If shes's ok get her over to the sidewalk. Then come back, grab me one of the kits out of the Tahoe on your way. Should be a backpack, probably camo or black."

Grateful for the direction you did as he said and came back with a black backpack moments later. "Got it."

"Ok perfect." He glanced at the bag, "That big front pocket should be some 4x4 gauze, grab me that and then can you hold C-spine for me?"

You crawled in the backseat and supported the passengers head and neck from behind.

"Jack, you got a collar?" Robby called out across the car. "Looks like the passenger went head versus windshield."

Sam came jogging back, "Other car is fine, minor lacs and bag burn, a little spooked. I can hear EMS. What you need?"

"Grab the collar out of the pelican case, give it to Robby." Jack caught the driver by the shoulders as he sat bolt up right with a gasp. "Welcome back. What did you take?" When he got no answer he made a fist and rubbed it over his sternum, "Focus buddy. You were in a car accident, do you remember what happened? Can you tell me what you took?"

The cops get there first and apparently one of them recognized Jack and Robby, "Don't you guys ever take a day off?"

Robby scoffed, "This was supposed to be my day off."

"Just can't help it." Jack laughed as EMTs arrived and made their way over, "Overdose here, came around with three of narcan, this is the driver. Robby has the worst, looks like he's banged up pretty good, no seat belt. Backseat passenger, and passengers in the third car they're all minor lacs, contusions, abrasians."

"What about the Tahoe?" Jack grimmaced, "That's us, we're all good, just clipped the front quarter panel when they ran the light."

A cop looked around, "RP?"

Jack pointed to Sam, "My wife, Samantha, called it in on my phone."

"Looks like you need checked out too man." The cop pointed at a gash on Jacks arm from the broken glass, but he just waved it off.

Another set of EMTs ushered you out of the backseat so they could get to the passenger. One of them taking over holding traction and you moved to the side. Out of the way. You couldn't help but think, through the pounding headache, that this was not how this afternoon was supposed to go.

~~~~~

After you had talked to one of the cops, told them the little bit you could, you headed back towards the Tahoe to grab your purse. The cops said the vehicles would all be towed.

When you get back to the SUV you find Sam and Jack at the back, the hatch open and Jack sitting in the back. His left foot is braced on the bumper, his arm rested over his knee while his wife sutured the small gash on his forearm.

"Good, make sure to finish it with a..."

Sam froze and her eyes snapped up to Jacks with a scowl.

"Habit, sorry, just habit." He gave her a smile and his right thumb stroked over her hip where he had his right hand resting while she worked on him.

When an EMT comes back with Robby he took one look at the couple and groaned, "Dude, seriously?"

Jack glanced up at the kid in uniform, "Go get the form."

"SIr, that needs seen by a doctor."

You caught Robby's chuckle from where he sood just behind you.

"I am a doctor," Jack kept his tone flat, "I've seen it. She'll do a better job than wherever you would take me anyway. Go get the form."

Brow furrowed you turn to Robby, "He's really not going to go to the hospital?"

He gave you a little grin, "Have you ever seen and ER doctor actually go to the hospital?" He laughs, "If he can't do it himself, she does it. Nothing new."

Not that you doubt your boss, she's a bad ass nurse, but, "She's not a doctor, what if it was something serious that she's never done before?"

"He talks her through it." He gives you a wink that makes you forget about the accident for a second. "I'm still not convicned she hasn't removed his appendix just to see if she could." He lightened the mood a little bit and then his eyes softened as they settled on your face. "How's your head feel now?"

Robby reached up and brushed a thumb around the edge of the abrasion on your forehead. The burn from the side curtain airbags. Your eyes closed of their own accord at his gentle touch, "Hurts."

His thumb moved low to trace under the apple of your cheek where the skin was also raw and tender, "Adrenaline is starting to wear off."

Jack spoke up, his eyes trained on the knot his wife tied in his suture. "Take her home. We'll have to wait for the wrecker."

Robby gave you a nod and a soft smile, "Let's grab your stuff."

~~~~~

Later, while they're watching the wrecker drag her Tahoe with it's mangled front end onto the flatbed, Jack wrapped his arm around Sam's shoulders and gave her a squeeze, "Sorry about your car baby." He dropped a kiss to the top of her head.

Sam sighed deep, and rested her head on his shoulder, "Just glad it wasn't worse." She turned to look him up and down, "Sure you're ok?" Focusing on the tiny laceration on his temple she'd glued, the dressing on his forearm and the way his bad shoulder dipped just a little lower than the other.

"I'm fine." He looked her in the eye and gave her a nod, "Glad it was me not you."

She rolled her eyes, "Don't do that." Sam smiled carefully, and then chuckled a bit. "Here," She held up the dog tags she'd pulled off the rearview mirror, "Want these? Old times sake?"

Jack cracked a smile and took his old dog tags from her, a reminder from a lifetime ago. "I've got a set already." He gave her a wink as he bounced the tags and chain in his palm a couple times, thinking fondly about the old set of hers always hanging in his truck. "Here." He smiled wider as he slipped the chain around her neck, moved her hair out of the way and then tugged on the collar of her shirt so he could drop the tags inside.

Sam's eyes never left his and she smirked, "You think you're cute don't you?"

He pursed his lips with a shrug, "Married me didn't you?"

She let him kiss her on the forehead as she hummed skeptically.

"C'mon," He whispered against her brow and gave her one more kiss, "We'll go get somethin' to eat, guess we'll Uber to the house then we can take the truck to go pick up all our shit."

She ducked out from under his arm and gave him a look, "I'm sorry, we can go get something to eat?"

"Yeah," He gave her a blank look, playing at not understanding why she questioned it, "I'm fucking starving."

"You're hungry? You sent Robby and Y/N home." When he continued to stare she elaborated, "To presumably take it easy, because they were just in a car accident, but we're going to just go to lunch?"

Jack shrugged, "Eh, let Robby take her home, play a little doctor. Do 'em both some good."

Sam's eyes went wide, "Oh my God! You give me shit, but you do want them to get together!" She gave him a calculated shove and shook her head at him.

He kept up the straight face and tugged her back to him, "Not what I said."

~~~~~~

Robby was in your apartment.

You weren't sure what possessed you, where you had found the guts to invite him inside, but the way he had been looking at you made you think that maybe he had wanted you to.

As soon as he was across the threshold of your tiny apartment he pointed to your loveseat, "Go sit down." You did as he said and watched as he washed his hands in your sink and then ran a handful of paper towels under cold water. "Okay if I clean this up a little bit?" He asked as he gently pressed the damp towels to your brow and cheek.

Even though the towels were cool you felt your whole body flush when he touched you. Just barely touches you, as he guides your hand up to hold them in place. "Robby, you don't have to, really."

"Michael, and that's not what I asked." He gave you an easy little grin, trying to pry the cooperation out of you. When you finally give him the nod he had been waiting for that smile gets a fraction bigger. "It's not too bad. Where's your first aid kit? I'll clean it up and put a little dressing on to help it heal faster."

Next thing you knew Michael was sitting on the ottoman in front of you cleaning up and dressing the area where the airbags had irritated your skin. You didn't know what kind of doctor he was on shift, but the way he carefully held you steady with one hand and treated the burns with the other, his touch confident yet gentle, those deep brown eyes focused on the task, you could certainly imagine.

Occasionally though those eyes would flick to yours, and the way he sat with his legs bracketing yours you were close enough to see there was something hiding in those eyes. Just as much as there was something hiding in his careful touch.

You didn't mean to whisper when you spoke up, but you couldn't risk disturbing the moment. "Sorry this afternoon didn't quite turn out the way I had hoped."

He gave you a little smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, "You weren't the one that ODed and ran the red light."

"I know," You watched his hands as he packed up your first aid kit. "But still, I was looking forward to it."

The way he looked at you looked like that might have surprised him. That you had been looking forward to seeing him. The look passed quickly, like he had hidden it away, and then he looked at his watch. "Could still do a late lunch. If you feel up to it."

~~~~~~

Michael had offered to take you out to eat, to make up for the date that you had missed out on, but you had panicked. You didn't like the idea of him leaving your apartment now that you'd seen him move through it. As silly as it sounded, you worried that you wouldn't get him back again if you let him leave now. "Would you be okay if we order something and just ate here?"

For a brief moment he hesitated and appeared to have an array of emotions spin through him before he settled on a nod, "What sounds good?" He had already pulled up the DoorDash app on his phone.

You agree on something and he orders it. The restaraunt is close by so it shouldn't be long. You glance around your tiny, effeciency apartment. Coursework is scattered all over you kitchen table and you suddenly realize your mistake.

Behind you Robby must see you hesitate, "If I had to guess I'd say that table doesn't get used to eat much?"

"Basically never." You admit, embarrassed.

His gaze shifts over the menagarie of books and pens, markers, reports and studies littered with multi-colored sticky notes. He smiles, "Going for your Masters right?"

"Yeah. A decision I regret almost daily." You laughed at your own self-inflicted torture and than catch the look he gives you. A clear invitation to explain yourself. "I was never good at the whole school thing. I'm smart don't get me wrong, but the classes, the lectures, homework, I've always hated it."

"So, why are you doing it?"

"I want to teach, and no the irony is not lost on me."

"Really?"

"That hard to believe?"

"No." He shakes his head, not backpedaling or second guessing his answer just a simple no. "Wouldn't think someone so young would be going that route is all."

This was not a new sentiment. "I love being a nurse, always have, and it's always been what I wanted to do."

"But..." He tilted his head to one side and waited patiently.

You chewed on your lip and thought for a moment, "Take today for example. Sam is an amazing nurse and I've learned so much from her already, but I always get the feeling that she craves the chaos of it. That's why shes where she is. You can watch her work and she thrives in situations like that. Running an ER is exactly where she belongs. Me, I can do the work and yes I do love it, but I've never had that level of desire for it. I don't need it like she does. I've always been more drawn to... cultivating the love for this in others." You pause not meaning to ramble, "I fumbled a little today, until I saw you and Jack and her dive in headfirst and, like right now, I just think that I'm meant more to help others build that foundation, that confidence and competency to go out there and find where they belong in all this. I might not ever be the nurse that can take charge and own the floor when everything is falling apart, but I love the idea that I could help send hundreds or maybe even thousands of nurses into the system that could."

Robby, Michael, just stares at you for a long time.

Your heart suddenly pounds in your ears, "Sorry, I kind of just word vomited all over you." You laugh to try and dispel the awkwardness.

He just shakes his head, "Don't apologize. I think that's incredible." The look he gives you feels like it could stop your heart. Or maybe shock it back into rythym.

A knock at the door ends it there, for now.

"Foods here."

~~~~~

He moves to answer your door like he's done it a dozen times before. Maybe it's just because you haven't moved a muscle from where you were standing when you heard the word 'incredible'. "So, If you don't eat at the table?" He waits patiently for you to answer.

You fidget a little before youdo "This is so embarrassing, but honestly, I usually just eat over the sink, or sometimes i'll sit on the floor and use the ottoman for a table."

The thought hits him without warning, 'I'm too old for this', but then he takes that extra beat to really think about it. He thought about what Jack had said, that sometimes she might make him feel old as fuck, but sometimes...

So, he takes the takeout into your tiny living room and set's it on the oversized footstool.

You give him a little look as he settles down on the floor next to you and leans back against the front of the loveseat. "Do you want me to grab the Icy Hot now or wait until you try to get up?"

Robby laughs, he couldn't help himself, because yes he feels old as fuck, but he likes that you can poke at him, push him, say things that make his cheeks heat up. A part of him can't help but think about what he would do if this was real, if this wasn't just an attempt to salvage a sort of first date that went off the rails. If you were his.

Because if you were his and you'd teased him like that he would want to forget about the takeout and make sure you were both a little sore when you got up off the floor.

~~~~~

After you eat you have to force yourself to tell him you have school work, because you would sit on the floor with him the rest of the night if you could. What Sam had said about shitty pizza and picnic tables flashed through your mind and you smiled.

At the door you ask, "Would you be willing to try lunch again sometime, or dinner? With real furniture."

Michael gives you that crinkly eyed smile and shoves his hands in his pockets, "I'm not opposed to the floor, but I might make you pay for the chiropractor next time."

Your heart was a jackhammer in your chest when he reached up to ghost a finger over the dressing he'd put over the abrasions on your cheek and face.

"Do something for me?" He words are soft, not teasing anymore.

Anything. You have to choke the word down with a nod.

His touch lingers, "Come by tomorrow, so I can see you. Take a look at this." He traced the edge of a bandage, "My shift starts at seven."

~~~~~~

You had never been so nervous to walk into a hospital before in your life as you were when you entered the PTMC Emergency department like Michael had requested. You join the line to wait, but one of the registrars makes eye contact with you and waves you up.

You apologize to everyone that you passed in the line and gave her your name at the window, "I'm supposed to see Dr. Robinavitch." She smiled, "Yes, yes, he told me to keep an eye out for you. All the way to your right, I'll buzz you in."

You nearly run into Jack as you step through the fire doors into the ED. You flinch a little, startled, but you don't think Jack Abbot has been startled by anything in his life.

He does look a little curious though. "Hey, long time no see." He had a long sleeve shirt on under his scrub top, you assumed to cover the bandage and the cut on his arm. The small cut at his temple has a bruise around it now. "What're you doing here? Everything okay?" He ducked his head to look at you, clearly concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine, fine. Just following doctors orders." You pointed to where Michael stood by the main nurses station.

Jacks eyebrows jump as he nods and adjusts his backpack, then he meets Robby's gaze across the way. They exchange a look you can't read and then Jack turned back to you. "Ok then. Take it easy ok? I'll see you around."

You don't see the smirk on his face as he continued to the door, but Robby does.

You also don't see him immediately pull his phone out of his pocket as he pushes through the door with his shoulder, but Robby does.

"Good morning." You try for bright and cheery and not sick to your stomach with nerves.

Michael smiles, skips over the pleasantries, "How are you feeling?" He reached for your temple while his eyes asked if it was ok.

You nodded, "Little headache this morning, nothing bad. How about you?"

"Oh, I'm just fine." He carefully pulls back the tape holding the dressing down and does a quick exam. "This looks ok. Want me to dress it again?"

Selfishly you nodded, "If you don't mind. Since you made me drive all the way down here."

He gave you a look as he guided you back behind the nurses station and into one of the chairs. "Wait right here, I'll be back."

Just as soft and competent as before he cleaned and treated the burns from the airbag, this time only putting a dressing over the one on your forehead.

He had just finished up when a nurse in grey scrubs came around the corner, "We run out of rooms and hallways already?"

Michael chuckled, "Just a quick check up. Dana this is Y/N, Y/N this is Dana."

Dana's smile doubles as she looks from you to him and then back. "Oh my God, yes! It's so good to meet you." She pulled you into a hug you were not expecting, "Sammy's told me all about you."

You try not to flush, but you can see Michael's cheeks go just a little pink so you know at least you're not alone.

~~~~~

You were barely out the door when Robby's phone goes off and he gets a text from Sam.

'Doctors orders huh? Winky face, winky face. What's you next weekend off? I'll see if I can get you two a Saturday night for your next follow up.'

Robby drops his head and groans as he spins his phone around and around in his fingers.

Dana pops up next to him again, "What's that face for?"

He looks her in the eye, "One of these days, I'm going to push Jack off the roof."

~~~~~

By the time you left Robby's department you were all fixed up again, had his number in your phone and felt like your head was about to spin right off. When your phone vibrated, still in your hand, you nearly dropped it.

A text from Michael Robinavitch, 'If you're free Saturday after next, how would you feel about dinner? Real restaraunt, real furniture."

Your heart raced as you checked your email, silently praying Sam had sent out the schedule for next month, and there it was, a free Saturday night. Nearly shaking you texted him back, 'What if I liked sitting on the floor with you?' You bit your lip and waited.

"Compromise for the couch after dinner?'

~~~~

Chapter Three

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months ago

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helloooo

can I request reader being an avenger and pregnant with bucky's baby and he has to deliver his own baby after reader went into early labor during a mission ?

absolutely love your work thanksss

Precious Little Miracle » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger/Husband!Bucky Barnes x Avenger/Wife/Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You go into labor during a mission and Bucky delivers yours and his baby.

Warnings: Fluff, language, dad!Bucky/mom!reader, childbirth, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

A/N #2: Thank you @buck-star for helping me come up with ideas for this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

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Ever since you found out you were pregnant, you wanted to get as much work done as you can before the baby comes. Now, you’re in your eighth month of your pregnancy. You’re surprised that you’re still able to go on mission. Bucky, on the other hand, is a nervous wreck every time you go on a mission in your delicate condition. You swear he ages 10 years every mission you go on. You’re able to get the job done though.

“Doll, please be careful.” Bucky says.

“I am being careful, James.” You say.

You threw one last punch at the target, knocking him out. You stood there for a moment to catch your breath. You put your hands on your pregnant belly like any pregnant woman would do.

“Are you ok, babydoll?” Bucky asks.

“Other than my feet hurting, I feel great.” You say.

“We’re going to the safe house.” He says.

“Babe, I’m fine.” You say.

“Doll, please don’t argue with me.” He pleads softly.

You didn’t want to argue with him so you gave in. Bucky informed the Steve that you two are going back to the safe house. In a way, you’re glad to be going back to the safe house. You just want to relax and get off your feet. When you and Bucky got to the safe house, he opened the door for you like the gentleman he is.

“Always such a gentleman.” You smiled.

“Only for you, doll face.” Bucky playfully winks.

You walked inside the safe house with Bucky following behind you. You kicked off your combat boots and went to the living room to relax.

“Can I ask you a question?” Bucky asks.

“Of course, Buck.” You replied.

“How come you didn’t stop going on mission when we found out you’re pregnant?” He asks.

“I just wanted to get as much work done as I can before the baby comes.” You answered.

“I understand that, doll, but you really need to be careful. I don’t want to lose either of you. I don’t want to experience that.” He says.

“Baby, you’re not-” You gasped when you felt a gush in between your legs.

“Babydoll, what’s wrong?” He asks softly.

You looked down at the floor, quickly realizing that your water broke. Bucky followed your gaze to the floor. His eyes went wide.

“Did your just water break?” Bucky asks.

“Either that or I peed myself.” You say.

You grabbed onto Bucky’s vibranium arm and cried out when you felt a contraction.

“Doll, I’m pretty sure you’re in labor.” He says.

“No.” You shook your head. “It’s early. She’s not due for another few weeks.” You say, your eyes filling with tears.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you, his hand rubbing your back to help keep you calm.

“Everything is going to be ok, doll.” He says softly.

“No it’s not.” You whimpered.

“Babydoll, look at me.” He whispers.

You look up at your husband with teary eyes.

“Everything is going to be fine. You have to try to stay calm and remember your breathing, ok?” He almost whispers.

You nodded. Bucky pecks your lips softly. He then guided you to the couch. You sat down on the couch. So did Bucky. You made sure to remember your breathing like Bucky said.

“Bucky?” You almost whispered.

“Yes, doll? What is it?” Bucky asks softly.

“I’m scared.” You tell him.

“So am I.” He whispers.

You whimpered when you felt another contraction. You squeezed Bucky’s hand. You inhaled and exhaled. You were able to relax when it passed.

“You’re doing great, doll.” Bucky praises softly. “Just keep breathing.” He says softly.

Bucky went to stand up to get his phone to call your doctor to let her know you’re in labor and to inform the team about what’s going on, but you grabbed his arm tightly to prevent him from doing that.

“Please don’t leave me.” You begged.

“I’m not going anywhere, babydoll.” He assures you softly. “I’m just going to get my phone to call your doctor to tell her that you’re in labor and I’m going to inform the team of what’s going on.” He tells you.

You stared at your husband for a few seconds before allowing him to get his phone. Bucky pecked your lips softly before doing so. He called your doctor and informed the team.

“Bucky!” You whimpered when you felt another contraction.

Bucky quickly said goodbye to who he was on the phone with and ran back to the living room.

“I’m here, doll. It’s ok.” Bucky almost whispers.

“No it’s not. Nothing about this is ok. The closest hospital is a couple hours away and I’m scared that I’m going to have our baby in this safe house.” You say, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“It’s going to be ok, babydoll. Wanna know how I know that?” He asks.

You sniffled and nodded.

“You’re the bravest woman I ever met. You never back down from a fight. That’s two things I love about you. That’s also part of the reason why I married you.” He says softly.

“You always know what to say in scary situations.” You say with a smile.

“Isn’t that the reason why you married me?” He asks with a smile.

“Yes.” You replied.

Bucky leans down to kiss you sweetly and passionately. You pulled away when you felt a contraction, but also, something didn’t feel right.

“Something doesn’t feel right.” You say in a shaky voice.

“What do you mean something doesn’t feel right?” Bucky asks.

“I-I-I don’t know. What if something is wrong?” You asked.

“Don’t think like that, doll. Try to stay calm and I’ll call your doctor again.” He says softly.

You nodded. Bucky called your doctor again and told her that you said something doesn’t feel right. You maintained your breathing with he was on the phone. On the inside, Bucky was freaking out. On the outside, he was trying his best to hold it together for you.

“What did she say?” You asked as he hung up the phone.

“She said I have to check you down there.” Bucky says as calmly as possible.

Your eyes went wide and your heart dropped when he said that. Your breathing became uneven too.

“Doll, breathe. Everything is going to be fine.” He says softly.

Bucky helped you get your breathing under control. Then he went to find towels just in case he has to do what your doctor told him to do, which is deliver yours and his daughter since you two are in a safe house that’s almost in the middle of nowhere. He came back to the living room with towels. You knew why he had the towels.

“Do you trust me, babydoll?” Bucky asks.

“You know I do, baby.” You say.

“You know what I have to do, right?” He says.

You nodded and whimpered. It wasn’t a whimper of pain this time. It was a scared whimper.

You took a deep breath before lifting your hips so Bucky could take off your tactical pants and your panties. He sat down on the coffee table and moved your legs apart. His eyes went wide at what he saw.

“What? What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I see her head.” Bucky says.

Your heart dropped. You didn’t realize you were that far along in labor.

“No.” You say out of fear.

“It’s going to be ok. I’m not going to let anything happen to you and our baby girl.” He says softly, putting a comforting hand on your knee.

Bucky leans up and kisses your lips softly.

“I got you and our daughter, ok?” He whispers.

“Ok.” You whispered back.

“Let’s meet our daughter.” He smiles.

You smiled back. You took a couple deep breaths before pushing. It hurt. The only thing getting you through it was your husband showering you in praises. You felt relief wash over you when you heard your daughter crying.

“Is she ok?” You asked, panting.

“She’s perfect.” Bucky almost whispers, not taking his eyes off yours and his precious little miracle.

Bucky wrapped yours and his daughter up in a towel and handed her to you. Both of you smiled down at yours and his little girl.

Not too long after that, you went to the hospital to make sure everything is ok with you and the baby. Everything is fine with both of you. You ended up falling asleep for a while. You then woke up to Bucky talking to yours and his daughter. You smiled at your two favorite people. Bucky looks over at you and smiles.

“Mama’s awake.” Bucky coos at yours and his daughter.

Bucky carefully stood up with yours and his daughter in his arms and walked over to the hospital bed you’re laying in. You moved over just enough for Bucky to sit down next to you. He carefully put her in your arms. As you gazed at your daughter, you couldn’t help but get emotional.

“Hey, what’s wrong, doll?” Bucky asks softly.

“I can’t believe our precious little miracle is here.” You say softly.

“Me neither.” He whispers.

“Our precious little miracle needs a name.” You say.

You and Bucky have brainstormed names for yours and his baby girl, but haven’t agreed on a name both of you like.

“Oh. Umm-” Bucky thought for a moment.

“Do you want to hear the name I came up with?” You asked, looking up at your husband.

“Yes.” He nods.

“Rebecca Stevie Barnes.” You tell him.

Bucky knew he wanted to name yours and his baby after his best friend, no matter if you were having a boy or a girl. He thought it would work either way, which in this case, it does. Also, he didn’t know that you wanted to name yours and his daughter after his sister.

“You- You want to name her after my sister and Steve?” Bucky asks, his eyes tearing up.

“Only if you’re ok with it.” You say.

“I’m more than ok with it. I want nothing more than to name our daughter after my sister and my best friend.” He says.

You smiled and leaned up to kiss your husband passionately.

“I love you so much, doll.” Bucky whispers.

“I love you too, baby.” You whispered back.

“And we love you too, our precious little miracle.” He whispers to yours and his daughter as she grabs onto his finger.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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a-hermit-pining · 4 months ago

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A Reflection of Him

AN: Plot bunny bunny comes to life! Warning- I bawled my eyes writing this.

Pairing: Sylus x fem reader

Genre: fluff and so much comfort

Summary: "Is that not the best thing to wish for? That the people you care for were loved, even before you came into their life?"

(I do not own these characters)

"Happy Father's Day, Dada!" Raul shrieks, launching himself into Sylus' lap.

Your husband barely has time to react before he’s tackled—first by the dogs, then by Mephisto, and finally by the twins, who have long since lost any fear of rebuke. Not after witnessing their fearsome boss being carried out of the delivery room at the mere sight of birth.

A flurry of limbs, paws, and claws moves before your eyes, a chaotic mess of yips, shrieks, and laughter. And your heart blooms at the sight.

Some pluck love like petals. Some treasure it like pearls. And some...some deserve to be smothered by it.

Then, your eldest walks in.

She stands beside you, clutching your hand, trepidation flickering in her eyes. For a moment, she is once again the little girl you let go of at the kindergarten gates.

With a gentle pat on her head, you smile, then lovingly shove her into the crowd of limbs.

He had hit his head when he first found himself on your couch. He didn’t remember much...just funny colors, static noises... Probably a concussion.

How embarrassing.

Sylus lay there, eyes rolling back as he groaned at the thrumming pain in his skull.

"Say aaa," a small voice rang in his ear before something plastic was shoved into his mouth.

Squinting his eyes open, he found a pair of familiar eyes staring back at him.

Yours, only on a smaller, plumper face.

"You have a fever," the little voice chirped, inspecting the plastic thermometer now thoroughly drenched in his saliva. "200 degrees. Don't worry, I’ll make you better." Small hands patted his head with absolute confidence.

"Lilia!" You scooped your daughter up with a sigh. "Didn't I put you to bed already?"

"But the doctor says it’s serious," Sylus croaked dramatically. "Who will treat me now?"

"Rein in your horses, mister. Lay down and do not strain yourself," you scolded, shooting him a glare as you set down the glass of water you'd gone to fetch.

"Come, Lilia. Time for bed. Playtime is over." You carried your daughter toward her room, but not before she twisted around to make the most ridiculous faces at Sylus over your shoulder.

That was how he met her.

Your daughter, who, at age four, was the only doctor bold enough to diagnose him with a 200-degree fever.

"He was a… we were in college. It was all so new… we were from the same town," you say, staring at the hazy photos of your college dorm.

"It was easier to tackle Linkon with him. And then he was gone... he couldn't bear it. People weren’t kind to him. He…" You sigh, clutching the photo tighter. "He is no more. You don’t have to seek anyone for vengeance or revenge. But if you ever hurt Lilia, I will kill you."

And Sylus knows, that is the truth.

You would kill him.

But for the first time, he does not wish for it. Not if it means leaving you alone. Not if it means becoming nothing more than a painful photograph in your hands.

"She is all I have, and I am all she has," you murmur, looking up at him. The house stands still, the only sound the slow, rhythmic tick of the clock.

Sylus flips through the album, stopping at a photo where you cradle an infant in your arms.

"I’m glad," he says finally, voice quiet. "Whoever he was, he left you with Lilia. I’m glad you were loved. And that Lilia grew up being loved by you."

He exhales, eyes lingering on the photo.

"Is that not the best thing to wish for? That the people you care for were loved, even before you came into their life?" He smiles taking your hand in his, next to a mountain of toys that Lilia had insisted on showing to him before leaving for school.

Luke and Kieran sit on tiny chairs, sipping water from plastic cups. Seated beside them is the esteemed council of plushies.

"Mr. Luke, do you like the tea?" Lilia beams, dressed in a princess gown and tiara.

Luke nods, his mask off, before turning to his twin, only to find Kieran’s face covered in stickers.

"Yes, Princess Lilia," Kieran says solemnly. "The tea is excellent. You should serve this to Boss once he returns."

It is simply delightful to witness the head of Onichynus joining the council of plushies for an exquisite tea party.

Makes for an excellent photo, too, one they manage to sneak in with Mephisto’s help.

Lilia grins, "Yes! We must! And I will ask, mommy and Mephisto to join. We can have a ball."

"Boss!" Lilia tugs at Sylus' sleeve as he carefully straightens her bow.

"Hm?" he hums, though his heart is beating wildly. Just a few rooms away, you were waiting for him, ready to walk down the aisle.

"Do you want me to sneak photos of Mommy?" Lilia asks, her eyes glimmering with mischief. "Am I not your best woman? I should do it, right?"

Standing tall on the stool, his best man is doing an excellent job of keeping his nerves in check.

Sylus exhales a laugh, shaking his head. "How much did your mother bribe you to sneak a photo of me to her?"

Distantly, he makes a note to have a word with the twins, after the wedding. They were definitely behind this. He and you had worked way too hard to get Lilia to stop calling him Boss, only for it to come right back at the worst possible time.

The room stills when your daughter hands him the papers.

You quietly pull Raul into your lap as Sylus takes them, his hands trembling.

"Happy Father's Day," your daughter says, standing before him as he reads frantically.

"People say we're both equally stubborn," she continues, her voice steady but thick with emotion. She clutches his hand. "That we're both sore losers. That we both love anything shiny..."

Sylus looks up at her, his tears unrelenting, just like hers.

"But they don’t know," she says, voice breaking, "that all of this comes from you. From the years, the months, the weeks, the days, the hours, the minutes, down to the very seconds, you have spent looking after me."

She swallows.

"It’s because... how could I not want to be like you?"

Sylus' breath catches.

"From four to sixteen, you've been here for so long... and I don’t want to call you Sylus. I want to call you Dad. I want you to be my dad"

Beside them, you sniff quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of Raul’s head as he watches, wide-eyed and troubled by the sight of both his sister and his Dada in tears.

"Will you be my dad?" she asks, sinking to her knees.

And Sylus, your husband, your love—falls.

He pulls her into his arms, holding her as if letting go would break the world.

"A thousand times over," he whispers. "In every lifetime, in every form. I hope to have you as my daughter."

Tags

@perla-drg, @codedove, @crazy-ink-artist, @desiree-archive @softiepeachess @otome-addictionproblem

#fluff #love and deepspace #sylus x reader #love and deepspace sylus #lnds sylus #platonic relationships #istg he is girl dad coded #love and deepspace x reader #luke and kieran #mephisto

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ryin-silverfish · 1 year ago

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A Guide to the Chinese Underworld (and what it isn't)

As many FSYY and fox posts as there were on my blog, I am actually a huge fan of the Chinese Underworld mythos. Mostly because I was once a morbid little kid that loved reading about the excavations of ancient tombs, and found the statues depicting hellish torture in the Haw Par Villa "super cool".

Apart from the aesthetics, the history of its evolution is also fascinating. Most of us, Chinese or not, only know the most popular version of the Underworld——the "Ten Kings" system, yet that isn't always the case. So today, I'll start off with a short summary of that.

In pre-Qin era, there was already this generic idea of a "Realm of the Dead" called the Yellow Spring, Youdu, or Youming, but we know very little about it.

Then, in the Han dynasty, two ideas start to emerge: 1) the Underworld is a bureaucracy, 2) the God of Mt. Tai ruled over the dead.

This early bureaucracy might not function as an agent of punishment; the main focus was on keeping the dead segregated from the living so they wouldn't bring diseases and misfortune to the latter, as well as using those ghosts to enforce collective punishments upon people for their lineage's wrongdoings while they were still alive.

Post-Han, after Buddhism entered China and took root, its idea of karmic punishments and reincarnation and the figure of King Yama was merged with folk and Daoist ideas of the Underworld bureaucracy, and, came Tang dynasty, resulted in the "Ten Kings" system that first appeared in Dunhuang manuscripts.

It was very rudimentary and far from well-established, as seen in Tang legends, with some adopting the Ten Kings system, some sticking to the Lord of Mt. Tai and some favoring King Yama, and overall little agreements on who's in charge of the Underworld.

But the "Ten Kings" system would become the mainstream version from then onwards, used in Ming vernacular novels and made even more popular by folk religion scrolls like the Jade Records (Yuli Baochao).

As such, most points in the following sections will be based on the fully matured "Ten Kings" system of the Underworld, as seen in the Jade Records and JTTW.

What happens when you die?

(This is a fictionalized walkthrough of the posthumous fate of souls under the "Ten Kings" system. I try to stick to the very broad progression outlined in the Jade Records, but many creative liberties are taken on the details.)

Let's say there's a guy named Xiao Ming, and he had just died of a heart attack. Bummers. What now?

Well, the first thing he saw would be the ghost cops.

There isn't really an unanimous agreement on who these ghost cops are: they may be a pair of ghosts in white and black robes, wearing tall hats (Heibai Wuchang), they may have the heads of farm animals (Ox-Head and Horse-Face), or they can just be generic ghost bureaucrats. For convenience's sake, let's say it was the first scenario.

"Who are you guys and where are you taking me?"

"Glad you asked!" The taller ghost cop, being the cheerful one of the pair, replied. It wasn't very reassuring, considering that his tongue was dangling out of his mouth way further than it should. "I'm the White Impermanence, my sour-looking colleague here is the Black Impermanence, and we are taking you to the City God's office."

This City God, a.k.a. Chenghuang, is just like how it sounds: the divine guardian of a city, who also pulls double duty as the head of the local Dead People Customs Office. They are usually virtuous officials deified posthumously, and in JTTW, they fall under the category of "Ghostly immortals", together with the Earth Gods a.k.a. Tudi.

So Xiao Ming went with the two ghost cops——not like he had much of a choice, made his way through the long queue at the City God's office, and was now standing in front of a gruff old magistrate in traditional robes.

"Name?"

"Wang Xiao Ming."

"Age and birth dates?"

"21, April 16 2003…"

After he was done asking questions, the City God flipped through his ledger, then picked up a brush, ticked off Xiao Ming's name, and told him to go get his pass in the next room. More waiting in a queue. Wonderful.

"I never heard anything about needing a pass to get to the Underworld," the girl in front of Xiao Ming asked the ghost cops, who were standing guard nearby. "Is this a new policy or something?"

"Yeah. In the old days, we'd just drag y'all straight to the Ghost Gate." The ghost cop in black said, then muttered to himself, "Fuckin' paperworks and overpopulation, man…"

(This "Dead People Passport" thing was popularized in the middle-to-late Ming dynasty, as shown by the discovery of such documents inside tombs in southern China. )

(It might have evolved from similar passes to the Western Pure Land in lay Buddhism that recorded their acts of merits. Which, in turn, might be traced back to the "Dead People Belongings List" of Han dynasty, to be shown to Underworld bureaucrats so that no one would take away the dead's private property down there or something.)

Anyways, after he received his pass, Xiao Ming departed together with the rest of the bunch, to be led to the Ghost Gate. It was like the world's most depressing tourist group, where instead of tour guides, you got two ghost cops in funny hats, and the only scenery in sight was the desolation of the Yellow Spring Road.

They weren't the only travellers on the road, though. Xiao Ming noticed other groups moving in the far distance, behind the fog and the flickering ghostfire, led by similar figures in black and white.

It made a lot of sense; realistically, there was no way two ghost cops could fetch hundreds of thousands of dead people all by themselves.

(SEA Tang-ki mediums believed there were multiple Tua Di Ya Peks——Hokkien name for the Black and White Impermanences, working for different Underworld Courts.)

At last, the Ghost Gate stood in front of Xiao Ming, guarded by two towering figures. Normally, they'd be Ox-Head and Horse-Face, like what you see at Haw Par Villa's Underworld entrance.

However, older Han dynasty works like Wang Chong's 论衡·订鬼 also mentioned two gods, Shenshu and Yulei, as guardians of the Ghost Gate, who would use reed ropes to capture malicious ghosts and feed them to tigers, making them possibly the earliest incarnation of "Gate Gods".

So here, they were what Xiao Ming sees, standing side by side like proper doormen, silently watching herds of ghosts being funneled through the entrance.

The place was more crowded than a train station during the CNY Spring Rush; the ghost cops had already said their quick goodbye and left to fetch the next group of dead people, leaving the resident officials of the Underworld proper to maintain order and quell any would-be riots.

Now you started seeing the Ox-Head and Horse-Face guys, poking at unruly ghosts with their pitchforks and dragging away the violent ones in chains. Among their ranks were other monstrous beings, blue-faced yakshas and imps, but also regular dead humans who look 100% done with their jobs, like the lady who stamped Xiao Ming's pass when it was finally his turn.

After this point, Xiao Ming had entered the Underworld proper, and his next destination would be the First Court, led by King Qin'guang. Here, his fate should be decided by what is revealed in the King's magical mirror.

If Xiao Ming was a good guy, or someone who had done an equal amount of good and bad things in life, he'd be sent straight to the Tenth Court for reincarnation. However, if the mirror, while replaying his life events, had displayed more evil deeds than good ones, he'd be sent to one of the 2nd-9th Courts for judgment and then punished inside the Eighteen Hells.

Each of the Ten Kings was also assisted by ghostly judges. Many of them were righteous and just officials in life who had been recruited into the Ten Courts posthumously——Cui Jue from JTTW is one such example, while others were living people working part-time for the Underworld, like how Wei Zheng, Taizong's minister, works part-time for the Celestial Bureaucracy in JTTW.

We decide to be nice to Xiao Ming, so, after reliving some embarrassing childhood incidents and cringy teenage phases in front of a bunch of dead bureaucrats, he was found innocent and sent to the Tenth Court.

The queue here was almost as long as the First Court's, stretching on and on alongside of the banks of the Nai River. King of the Turning Wheel made his judgment without even lifting his head when it was Xiao Ming's turn:

"Path of Humans, male, healthy in body and mind, ordinary family. Next!"

Exiting the Tenth Court building, Xiao Ming saw the Terrace of Forgetfulness, standing tall before six bridges, made of gold, silver, jade, stone, wood, and…some unidentified material. Before he could get a good look at them and the little dots moving across those bridges, he was hurried into the Terrace by the ghostly officials.

Now, both JTTW and the Jade Records mention multiple bridges across the Nai River. In the former, there is 3, and the latter, 6. The bridges made of precious materials are for people who will reincarnate into better lives, as the wealthy, the fortunate, and the divine, while the Naihe Bridge is either the common option or the terribad shitty option.

However, the Naihe Bridge proved to be so iconic, it became THE bridge you walk across to reincarnate in popular legends.

Anyways, back to Xiao Ming. He found himself standing in a giant soup kitchen of sorts, with an old lady at the counter, scooping soup out of her steaming pot and into one cup after another.

This is Mengpo, the amnesia soup granny; according to the Jade Records, she was born in the Western Han era, and a pious cultivator who thought of neither the past nor the future, only knowing that her surname was Meng.

Made into an Underworld god by the Jade Emperor, she cooks a soup of five flavors that will wipe the memory of the dead, making sure they do not remember any of their past lives once they reincarnate.

It tastes awful. Like what you get after pouring corn syrup, coffee, chilli sauce, lemon juice and seawater into the same cup.

Such was Xiao Ming's last thought, as he gulped down the soup, and then he knew no more.

Things you should know about the Chinese Underworld:

1. It's not the Christian Hell.

Rather, the Chinese Underworld functions somewhat like the Purgatory, in that there are a lot of torment, but the torment's not eternal, however long the duration may be. Once you finish your sentence, you get reincarnated as something else, though that "something else" is not a guaranteed good birth.

Other people can also speed up the process via transferring of merits: hiring a priest/monk to chant sutras and perform rituals, for example, or performing good deeds in life in dedication to the dead, or they can pray to a Daoist/Buddhist deity to save their loved ones from a dreadful fate.

Interestingly enough, a thesis paper I read mentions that, whereas Buddhist salvation from the Hells was based on transference of merits——you give monks offerings and pay them to chant sutras, so they can cancel out the sinners' bad karma with good ones, Daoist ideas of salvation tend to involve the priest going down there, sorting it out with the Underworld officials, and taking the dead out of the Hells themselves.

(The paper also stops at the Northern-Southern and Tang dynasties, so the above is likely period-specific.)

2. Nor is it run by evil demons.

Underworld officials are not nice guys and look pretty monstrous and torture the sinful dead, but they are not the embodiment of evil. Rather, the faction as a whole is what I'd call Lawful Neutral, who function on this "An Eye for An Eye" logic, where every harm the sinner caused in life must be returned to them, in order for their karmic debts to be cleansed and move on to their next life.

They can absolutely be corrupt and incompetent and take bribes——Tang dynasty Zhiguai tales and Qing folklore compendiums featured plenty of such cases, but that's a very mundane and human kind of evil, not a cosmic/innate one.

This is just my personal opinion, but if you want to do an "evil" Chinese Underworld? It should be a very bureaucratic evil, whose leaders are bootlickers to the higher-ups, slavedrivers to their rank-and-file workers, and bullies who abuse their power over regular dead people.

Not, y'know, Satan and his infernal legions or conspiring Cthulu cultists.

3. The Ten Kings are not Hades.

Make no mistake, they still have a lot of power over your average dead mortal. But in the grand scheme of things? They are the backwater department of the pantheon, who only show up in JTTW to get pushed around and revive the occasional dead people.

When Taizong made his trip to the Underworld, the Ten Kings greeted him as equals——kings of ghosts to the king of the living. If they see themselves as equal in status to a mortal emperor, then, like any mortal emperors, they are subordinate to the Celestial Host, and the balance of power is not even remotely equal or in their favor.

Also, it isn't said outright, but under the Zhong-Lv classification of immortals JTTW is using, Underworld officials will likely be considered Ghostly immortals, the lowest and weakest of the five types, much like Tudis and Chenghuangs.

Essentially: they are ghosts that are powerful enough to not reincarnate and linger on and on, spirits of pure Yin as opposed to true immortals, who are beings of pure Yang.

It's pretty much the shittiest form of immortality, the result you get when you try to speedrun cultivation (the Zhong-Lv text also made a dig at Buddhist meditation here), and if they don't reincarnate or regain a physical body, there is no chance of progressing any further.

Oh, and fun fact? In the Song dynasty, commoners and literati elites alike believed that virtuous officials in life would get appointed as ghostly officials in death.

However, the latter viewed it as a punishment. Which was strange, considering how they still held the same position and the same amount of authority, just over dead people instead of living ones, so there should be no big losses, right?

Well...it was precisely the "dead people" part that made it a punishment. See, a lot of the power and prestige they had as officials came from the benefits they could bring to their families and kins and native places, as well as the potential wealth and reputation bonuses for themselves.

A job in the Dead People Supreme Court would give them the same workload, but with none of those benefits. Since all the dead people had to reincarnate eventually, they couldn't have a fixed group as their power base, or keep their old familial ties and connections. At most, they could help out an occasional dead relative or two.

Like, working for the Underworld Courts was the kind of deadend (no pun intended) job not even living officials wanted for themselves in the afterlife. That's how hilariously sad and pathetic they are.

4. In JTTW at least, they aren't even the highest authorities of the Underworld.

That would be Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, who is technically their boss, though he seems to be more of a spiritual leader than someone who is actually involved in running the bureaucracy.

Which makes sense, since he has sworn an oath to not attain Buddhahood until all Hells are empty, and his role is to offer relief and salvation to the suffering souls, not judging and punishing them.

Now, historically...even though Ksitigarbha in early Tang legends was still the savior of the dead, he seemed to be unable to interfere with the judicial process of the Underworld, merely showing up to take people away before they were judged by King Yama.

However, in the mid-Tang apocryphal "Sutra of Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha" (地藏菩萨经), he had evolved into the equal of King Yama, with the power of supervision over his judgements. By the time the Scripture on the Ten Kings came out, in artistic depictions, the Ten Kings had become fully subservient to him.

5. Diyu usually refers to the prison-torture chamber part, not the courthouse, nor is it the entirety of the Underworld.

And for the majority of souls that haven't committed crimes, they'll only see the courthouse part before they are sent to reincarnation. That's why I personally don't like, or use the name Diyu for the Chinese Underworld: I prefer the term Difu ("Earth Mansions"), which encompasses the whole realm better.

Also: even though historical sources like the Scripture on the Ten Kings and Jade Records seem to suggest that the dead were just funneled through this Courthouse-Prison-Reincarnation pipeline with no breaks in between, in practice, that isn't the case.

According to popular folk beliefs, after the dead were done with their trials/sentences, they stayed in the Underworld for a period of time and led regular lives, while functioning as ancestor spirits and receiving offerings.

Which would imply that the Underworld had a civilian district of sorts, populated by regular ghosts, making the whole realm even less of a direct Hell/Purgatory equivalent.

6. It is located in a different realm, but still part of the Six Paths and doesn't exist outside of reality.

In Buddhist cosmology, like the Celestial Realm, the Underworld is part of the Realm of Desires and thus subject to all the woes of samsara.

The pain and misery of the Path of Hell may be the worst and most obvious, but becoming a celestial being isn't the goal of serious Buddhists either: despite all the pleasures and near-infinite lifespan they enjoy, they are not free from samsara and will eventually have to reincarnate.

So if, say, the world is being destroyed at the end of a kalpa, all beings of the Six Paths will perish alongside it, leaving behind a clean slate for the cycle to start anew. The dead won't all end up in the Underworld and face eternal damnation.

7. The Black and White Impermanences would not appear in the Underworld pantheon formally until the Qing dynasty.

The concept that when you die, you get fetched to the Underworld by petty ghost bureaucrats is already well-established in Tang legends, but these were just generic ghost bureaucrats in all sorts of colorful official robes, with yellow being the most common color.

The idea of there being two specific psychopomps in black and white would only become popular in the Qing dynasty. Mengpo is kinda similar: although she existed before the Ming-Qing era as a goddess of wind, venerated by boatmen, her "amnesia soup granny" incarnation came from the Jade Records.

#chinese mythology #chinese folklore #chinese underworld #diyu #chinese religion #cw: death #hell #underworld #journey to the west #I'm lazy so if you want a “work cited” list #just dm me

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yasministration · 3 months ago

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would you write older!ron weasley x potter!reader where reader is harry‘s new stepdaughter & ron has never met her before. so one day they hook up & take a selfie afterwards cause they got along great. so ron is bragging about banging this hot chick last night & showed his friends the picture. well hermione recognizes reader as harry’s stepdaughter & immediately tells ron. he freaks out „what?!? but she’s not a minor, right?! she said she was 25!“ „no but she turned 18 just 2 months ago!“

and then harry finds out too!🤭 would be so funny! but reader & ron are a good couple so it’s all sorted out in the end🙂‍↔️ pls include smut!!🤭

Buy you a drink - ron weasley x harry's step-daughter reader

summary: when ron unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams through a one night stand, he rushes to tell his friends the next day. but unfortunately, that reveals some new information about you, the apparent love of his life. wc: 3976 cw: smut, age gappp (r! 19, for the logistics to work, ron mid/late 30's, kind of dbf vibe but they don't know yet)

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

Ever since the new year had hit, Ron was convinced that this was his year. There were some moments in which he doubted that (severely), but other times the universe showed him it was on his side.

For instance, when Seamus had dragged Ron to a pub after work with a large group of giggling girls in a corner, Ron had shaken his head, begging Seamus to find another spot to spend the night. However, the bartender had quickly cut in, telling him “Oh give them a break, it’s a birthday celebration.” And begrudgingly, Ron had let Seamus drag him to the only available booth left, just next to the table they occupied. As the night went on though, Ron found himself warming up to the group of giggling girls, listening in on the funny jokes they shared. “Hey, let me buy the birthday girl a drink.” Ron had finally told Seamus, halting their conversation momentarily as he waved over one of the cocktail waitresses. “Uh if you have any idea what the birthday girl on that table is drinking, could you get her another one? Put it on my tab.”

Ron had no idea whose birthday it was, but when Seamus snuck off to the bathroom, leaving him alone, he was glad he had decided on being generous. Why? Well, the most beautiful woman he had seen in his life had stood from the table of girls, wearing a short, black, corseted dress that exaggerated all of her curves. Your eyes met as you made your way towards Ron, a gorgeous smile on your face. Ron felt his breath hitch in his throat, shuffling deeper into his side of the booth to make space for you to sit down. You did, sliding in next to him, and cocking your head to the side.

“You know, I’m not a believer that I owe something to men who buy me drinks, but how can I resist when you are just so handsome?”

Ron literally felt his heart skip a beat at the sound of your velvety voice. He leaned forward, putting on his most charming smile, and instantly noticed the way your eyes flickered down to steal a glance at his lips. Ron brought his hand up to his face, caressing the stubble on his chin. Your eyes were instantly attracted to the movement, only snapping back up when he spoke for the first time. His voice was deep and smooth, making your thighs squeeze together as he said “Well I don’t usually buy women drinks, but how could I help it when you look like an angel sent from heaven? You know, I’m trying to score my place there.” You giggled softly, putting a hand on his bicep. “That’s sweet if we’re not thinking about the fact that there’s no way of telling I am the birthday girl.”

Ron gulped, his cheeks flushing for being caught in his lie. “Would you believe me if I said I could just sense it was you? Because that’s not the truth.” You laughed, squeezing Ron’s bicep slightly where your hand was placed. Ron looked down at where your second hand was placed neatly on your lap. He lifted it up softly, leaning his face down slightly to press a soft kiss to the back of your hand. “The truth is that I felt kind today. And I’ve never been happier to be kind because I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of witnessing your beauty otherwise.”

“That’s awfully poetic. Shame the only thing I have to say is that I thought you were leng.” Ron chuckled, letting go of your hand to wrap his big hand around his beer, taking a big swig of the drink. “I think that’s the best thing I’ve heard in a long time. I don’t think I’ve ever tried flattering a woman like I did with you, and to find out I could’ve just gone with ‘leng’” You shrugged, tilting your head to the side. “Well I don’t mind when a man is being poetic to me. Not too picky about it.” Ron smiled, a hand falling on your bare thigh, sticking his other one out in front of you. “Well I’m Ron, by the way. Sometimes I can be a poet, most of the time I’m not.”

You eagerly shook his hand, revelling in the rough touch to his skin. “I’m y/n - not a poet any of the time.” A silence fell amongst you, in which you just looked at each other, hands still clasped together. You broke eye contact with him, running your gaze down his body, and you caught a glimpse of the shiny badge on his waistcoat. Your eyes widened slightly, recognising that he wore the same badge your step-dad usually did. “You’re an auror?” You question, reaching up to run a finger over the shiny metal. Ron hummed wordlessly, and he noticed the mischievous glint blooming in your eyes when you asked “Will you walk me home later then? To keep me safe of anything looming in the shadows?”

“And you said you weren’t a poet.”

It didn’t take long for either of you to be walking out of the pub with your arms wrapped around each other. Despite Ron’s job as an auror, neither of you were paying enough attention to the streets you were walking on, too engrossed in the way each other’s lips moved when you spoke, desperate for the other to kiss you first so you could finally pounce.

When you were finally in front of your apartment door, you fiddled with your keys, taking several attempts until you finally managed to slide it into its position, unlocking the door with a satisfying click. You could smell Ron, his musky cologne radiating off his skin. His scent completely engulfed you as you locked the door behind you, both his arms locking you between him and your your front door. Giggling nervously, you pressed yourself onto your tippy toes, curling your arms over Ron’s broad shoulders as you smoothed your body flat against his.

Ron took a couple of steps forward until your back was flat against the dark wood of your front door before he finally leaned in to kiss you, his lips teasingly hovering just above yours. With a whine, you gave yourself the last push, launching yourself closer to Ron to deeply kiss him. It was as though something in Ron suddenly snapped, his fingertips gliding against the skin of your waist before tightly gripping you and tugging you deeper into your apartment. Gasping when the man suddenly began groping your ass, you arched your chest into his.

The older man pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, his lips barely touching yours as he gruffly asked “Bedroom?” You pointed to the door across the room, a breath of air getting caught in your throat as he dragged you in its direction, shoving the door open and encouraging you into the room.

Ron removed his waistcoat without bothering to undo its buttons, and he did the same with shirt. Yanking the tie from around his neck and tossing it into the corner of your room, Ron suddenly gasped as you undid the button of his trousers, fingers grazing over his erection as you tugged him closer to your bed, which you sat on the edge of. “Shit” He mumbled, watching carefully as you pushed his trousers down his thighs, his boxers quickly following.

Just as Ron decided to take over, leaning down to remove the articles of clothing completely, you wrapped your fingers around his length, stroking him a couple of times until pearly beads of pre-cum trickled down his thick member. A hand cupped your cheek and you looked up curiously, smiling softly at Ron before ducking your head down and licking the tip of his cock. With a whimper, Ron thrusted his hips up, pushing his cock into your mouth.

“Shit, sorry,” He apologised, pulling out of your mouth completely, “I didn’t mean to.” Giggling softly, you shook your head, repeating your previous movement. “It’s okay, I liked it.” Your hand squeezed the shaft of Ron, cock, and he immediately wrapped a hand around your wrist, halting your movements. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself. I won’t last long.”

You stood up, the tight proximity between you and Ron heightening the tension in the room as his cock grazed your stomach through your short dress. Ron didn’t move away, his fingers edging towards the bottom of your dress. He slowly pulled the fabric up your body, teasing himself as inches of your skin were revealed at a time. You lifted your arms up once the fabric surpassed your chest, and Ron eagerly tugged it off you before his hands were immediately on your body again, lips leaving kisses down your neck as his big hands groped at your braless chest and the fat of your ass. You whimpered as he bit down on the skin of your neck, tilting your head to expose more surface area to him, which he keenly welcomed with more kisses.

Squeezing your thighs together, you let Ron push you back on the bed, climbing over you to trap you between his beefy body and the mattress underneath you. You gasped as Ron wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, leaning on one forearm to hold himself up whilst the other one trailed down your body, nudging your legs apart from each other. “Oh!” You panted, closing your legs around Ron’s hand when he finally reached your cunt, fingers sliding under the flimsy material of your underwear to touch you.

“Be a good girl and keep your legs open for me.” Ron instructed, lifting his head off your chest and reconnecting your lips. A shudder ran through your body at the term of endearment, and your legs immediately fell open. Ron rewarded you with a satisfied hum, swallowed in the kiss as his fingers gently rubbed your clit before sliding down your pussy, feeling how wet you were. You snaked a hand through Ron’s fiery hair as he slid two fingers into you, licking at his bottom lip so he could get the hint and deepen the kiss.

And deepen the kiss, he did, his tongue roughly gliding against yours, swallowing every single moan you had to offer him as he pumped his digits inside you, scissoring them to stretch you out. Suddenly, Ron was lifting his body off you, expelling a disappointed cry from you as his fingers slipped out of your needy pussy. The man giggled, watching your cunt pulsate in front of him. You shut your legs at the sight of his gaze fixed onto your cunt, watching as he kicked off his shoes and tore his trousers off the rest of his legs.

As Ron climbed back onto the bed, you pushed yourself higher onto it so you could have enough space. His fingers wrapped around your ankle and you stopped your movements, freezing when he dipped his head down to press a kiss to the skin above his hand, continuing to trail them up your leg until he was leaving a wet stamp of saliva all the way up your inner thighs. He hooked his fingers into the band of your underwear, shooting you one last look before slipping them down your legs. You enthusiastically kicked them off your feet, one arm hooking over Ron’s shoulder to pull him down onto you. He chuckled as you bucked your hips up, eager for friction. “Eager little thing, aren’t you?”

“Not little.” You disagreed, but Ron chuckled nonetheless, glancing down where his cock was resting on your abdomen. “We’ll see about that.” Ron gripped his cock, guiding himself into your entrance, moaning as he pushed the tip in, feeling your tight walls constrict around him. “Fuck, you’re tight. When was the last time someone took care of you huh?” You were too busy moaning to immediately answer his question, hooking a leg over his hip as he pushed deeper into you. “Fuck - like this? Never.”

Ron started snapping his hips into you at a fast pace, smirking in amusement as you screwed your eyes shut, mouth falling open to expel loud moans into the small room. “Yeah? These young men can’t give you pleasure this good?” Ron bit his lip as a groan grumbled in his chest, gasping when you slung your second leg over his hip to connect with your other one at the base of his back, closing the proximity between you. “No… no one fucks - oh god - no one fucks me this good!” Ron felt his cock twitch inside you at the unexpected praise, and he pushed your hair away from your neck to latch his lips onto it, sucking harshly on the skin.

He groaned against you as a hand came up to tug at his hair, moving your hips with the rhythm of his harsh thrusts. You lifted your free hand to play with your nipples, pinching them softly to add to your pleasure. Ron’s eyes fleeted over momentarily to watch the movement, groaning as he realised you were pleasuring yourself too. One of his hands trailed down your body to rest on your pelvis, pushing your body deeper into the mattress as he increased the power of his thrusts.

You gasped, back arching as the tip of his cock began repeatedly hitting the spongy spot inside you, your grip on Ron’s hair loosening so you could dig your nails into the sweaty skin of his back as you held on for dear life. Ron panted, moving his lips up to capture your lips in a desperate, messy kiss, full of tongue and hot breath.

“I’m close!” You cried, but Ron didn’t need you to tell him that, because he could feel it from the way your pussy began clenching around his dick. Ron lowered his hand down to your cunt, returning to their previous spot on your clit to put pressure on it again, rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves with more power than he previously had. “Oh my god!” You moaned, back arching off the bed, nipples rubbing against Ron’s chest. “I’m so- I’m so-” But your words were cut off by the string of cries of Ron’s name, using your legs to pull his pelvis deeper into you.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming.” Ron grunted, his hips digging into yours as he halted his movements, spilling his seed into you with thick ropes of cum. The overwhelming pleasure began fading away, leaving you in a state of post-orgasmic bliss. You unravelled your legs from around Ron’s body as he panted heavily, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. Raising your hand, your softly brushed away rogue strands of hair from his face, leaning down to press a kiss on his cheek that had a hot fluff overtaking his face.

With great effort, Ron pulled himself out of you, slumping down on bed next to you, his back leaning on the headboard. You turned around onto your stomach, pushing yourself up with a loud exhale of air before crawling over to Ron and settling yourself over his lap in a straddling position. Pleasantly surprised, Ron let out a fond laugh, his arms snaking around your waist to rest his hands on your ass. “You alright?” Ron asked, his voice hoarse. You hummed, resting your head on his chest.

This man, this stranger who you had known for no longer than three hours yet felt inexplicably safe around, with his cum dripping out of your cunt and onto his thighs.

“You look beautiful like this.” Ron found himself saying, pulling a suddenly shy smile out of you. He reached over the side of the bed, where his trousers lay, and he fumbled with the pockets until he felt for his phone. You watched curiously as he unlocked the device, finding the camera app and flipping the camera to face towards him. Ron pulled the camera back, just enough so both your faces were in the frame, and without instruction, you pressed a long kiss to Ron’s cheek, hearing the click of the camera as the image was captured.

“Another one, so I can remember your smile.” He bid you, and you smiled softly, looking at the camera as you admired how cute of a couple you would make.

“There’s no reason you'll have to remember it.” You said, reaching out to take the phone from his hands. You searched for the contacts app, opening a new file and adding your information to it before tossing his phone aside on the bed and pressing a slow kiss to his lips. Ron hummed, both hands resting on your waist. When you broke away from the kiss, you looked down to the spot your mixed cum had pooled down onto Ron’s thighs, and muttered “We should probably shower.”

And Ron nodded, walking with you into the shower, steaming water running down both your bodies as Ron pulled another orgasm out of you, his fingers selfishly rubbing you between your legs so he could watch the look of pure ecstasy cross your face again. He watched the way your back arched against this chest through the foggy mirror, whispering filthy words in your ears as you came again, your knees giving out on you. You only remained standing up because of Ron's muscular arm wrapped around your waist. When you were guided back to your bed, slumping down in exhaustion, Ron pulled your body against his, face finding home in the crook of your neck as he pressed one last kiss to your skin before falling fast asleep.

Despite his alarm ringing loudly the next morning, you were still snoozing away when Ron turned his phone off, struggling back into his clothes as his muscles groaned tiredly. Still, he walked into your kitchen and busied himself so that when you woke up, trudging into the open space of your flat in nothing but panties and a tank top, you found Ron making pancakes, a look of adoration in his eyes when he turned to greet you despite the mess you looked. “I was hoping I’d get a proper goodbye before going to work.” He sheepishly admitted as you wrapped your arms around him, giving him a gentle, tired kiss. “It’s already 10 though…”

“I work in the afternoon on saturdays.” He told you, offering you a plate stacked with freshly baked pancakes. You stole one off the top of the pile, and Ron followed you onto the couch like a lost puppy, abandoning half of the raw pancake mix in the bowl by the extinguished stove. Ron accepted all of the fluttering kisses you pressed on his skin before he finally had enough, cupping your cheeks in his hands and giving you a proper kiss. You moaned quietly, and Ron pushed you back to lay down on the couch, his lips separating from yours to continue pressing kisses down your body. He licked his lips as he reached your cunt, slipping your panties off to press a few teasing kisses to your inner thighs before moving your pussy, already wet with arousal. You held your breath, watching as he caressed the sides of your thighs, until suddenly, a phone started ringing.

Ron jumped up at the sound, abandoning you on the couch to find the source of the noise. He shot you an apologetic look as he read the name on the screen, answering the man on the other side of the line. Ron began nodded and humming along to whatever he had to say, and occasionally rolling his eyes in amusement too. Sighing, you slid your underwear back into place and sat up on the couch, stealing another pancake to nibble on. Ron hung up the phone and rushed towards you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips before he was snatching a pancake and saying “I have to go, I’m sorry love.”

You smiled, shrugging your shoulders. “It’s okay. Don’t be a stranger.” Ron grinned, looking back at you as he opened your front door. “Oh trust me, I still haven't started with you.”

When Ron apparated to his apartment, he was met with three awaiting figures already sitting at his dining table. “I forgot, I’m sorry.” Seamus laughed as he unpacked the pastries they had bought, snatching the pancake from Ron's hand and tossing it aside. Hermione’s arms were crossed over her chest as she took in Ron’s appearance with amused eyes, and Neville responded to Ron’s comment with a shake of his head. “This was what I’m spending my days off on.” “Oh, calm it Nev, you’re a teacher.”

But as Ron sat down, he realised there was someone missing. Harry Potter. Ron paid no mind to Harry’s absence, used to his best friend’s disregard for punctuality. “So, how did it go last night?” Teased Seamus, shooting Ron a look from the corner of his eye. Hermione grinned fully now, nodding towards Ron’s chaotic appearance. The man hadn’t even thought of checking what he looked like in one of the many mirrors in your flat, but he was positive anyone could tell that he had fucked someone the night before.

“You guys won’t believe it. I think I met the love of my life.”

Neville’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at the revelation. If Ron was making such a bold statement, it had to be true because he was never the one to fall for someone so easily. “Let me show you guys.” Ron fished in his pocket for his phone, pulling up the selfie you had taken last night in bed. Seamus snorted as he took the phone from Ron’s hands, swiping to see the image of you kissing his cheek. “You seriously took a selfie after shagging?” At those words, Hermione snatched the phone from across the table, putting it in the middle of her and Neville so the boy could see the image.

But as Hermione observed the image of you more closely, looking at the one where you both smiled into the camera, her jaw completely dropped. “Ron.” Hermione gasped, looking straight up at her friend with wide eyes. “What? Hermione, what!?” Hermione shut the phone off, handing it to Ron as she finally stated “That’s Harry’s step-daughter.” Unanimous gasps shot out in the room and Seamus choked on his drink.

“You’re lying to me.”

“Why would I lie to you about that!?”

“Oh Godric, Harry’s going to kill me. I thought his step-daughter was young!? She’s not a minor is she?”

Hermione looked at Ron with a disapproving gaze “You slept with her without asking how old she is!?”

“She said she was 25! But that doesn’t make sense if she’s Harry’s step-daughter!”

Hermione snatched Ron’s phone off the table, unlocking it and returning to the photo album. Ron did a double take “You know my pass-” But his words were interrupted as Hermione shoved his own phone in his face, the image you had taken staring back at him. “Ron, does this girl seriously look 25 to you?”

“I’d fall for it.” Defended Seamus, shrugging his shoulders. “Of course you would. But you got lucky with this one Ron, she turned nineteen like two days ago.”

Ron felt as though his eyes bulged out of his face at the discovery, and for a moment he just stared back at Hermione. “How on earth am I going to marry Harry’s step-daughter?” A silence took over the room as the door closed, and Ron slowly turned his face towards the front door, panic overtaking his features as Harry Potter, boy who lived, killer of Voldemort, walked into the room.

“How are you going to what!?”

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lavenders388 · 6 months ago

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Hey! i was wondering if you can write a fluff story of kang dae ho x reader in the games! just about him being protective and stuff if you know what i mean!

~When the Sun Hits~

✩°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵✮˚ Kang Dae Ho x Reader

requested 💌

wc: 709 (short n sweet!)

a/n thank you so much for all the love and all the requests!! I'm getting my nails done soon LOL they're so grown out its hard to write so after that ill be more active!!! ily all<3 -matcha

comfort was hard to come by in this place of death, desperation, and shock, let alone the safety and security you craved. you felt much safer than you did the first game, compared to being alone and confused you now were part of a team, another member claiming to have gone through the games and offering help.

all of the members of your group had such unique personalities, gi hun being the one that originally caught your attention with his assistance in the first game; geum ja and her son's loving arguments providing a sense of sweetness and even occasional entertainment; jung bae's jokes providing humanity in the dark place you've all found yourselves trying to survive in. but no one caught your attention nearly as much as the man closest to your age, dae ho.

dae ho's respectful admiration of gi hun and then jung bae made you smile to yourself. "how could someone be so bubbly after what just happened here?" you wondered to yourself, the situation in front of you becoming more contrasting to the place it was happening in. you giggled to yourself as he shouted "SIR!" at jung bae for the fourth time in a row.

you didnt notice how it made him smile.

your focus shifted as gi hun began explaining the next game. the reality of going through the childhood game-themed blood bath sinking in. you listened intently as he explained what shape to pick. you began to feel less anxious, you knew what to expect and how to survive in the next game; and you weren't doing it alone, you had your team this time.

the thought of that made your demeanor soften. shifting from the feared facial expression to one of relief and appreciation. jung bae notices, asking you kindly "how are you holding up with all of this?" you respond with a smile, appreciating his care "better. I'm glad i found people and even more glad i have an idea of what I'm going into this time."

dae ho smiles again. this time you notice.

"are you feeling better as well? you should be, i mean you're the one who asked him." you said genuinely. he stutters; not expecting you to strike up a conversation with him and a bit embarrassed you noticed him smiling to himself. "i am!" he beams, "I'm also glad to have found a group, thank you for asking." your smile deepens, more than you had wanted it to. "thank you! what did you say your name was again?" you ask; knowing he had told jung bae his name earlier. "dae ho!" he exclaims adorably. "what is yours if you're comfortable sharing?" he asks respectful of the fact you may not want to share personal information at a death game. "y/n!" you say to him with a smile.

this time everyone notices how it makes you smile. jung bae chuckles as he gives gi hun a suggestive look.

"lights out is in 30 minutes." the recorded voice echos throughout the room. your fear returns as gi hun warns that things might get violent as the night progresses. your worry begins to show on your face as you look around, trying to remember where your bed was. the group, especially dae ho notices, and they all agree to let you stay near them for the night.

a silence falls on the group as the players all begin to settle in for the night. you turn around, noticing that dae ho moved from his bunk behind you to a new bed in front of you. you pretend not to notice, afraid you might smile or blush in an obvious way. you deeply appreciated the secure feeling being around this tall, handsome, almost stranger gave you.

he didnt feel like a stranger, you reminded yourself you just knew his name and that he was in the marines. you wanted to learn more; as you went to bed with the comforting stranger in front of you, protecting you from whatever lurked in the darkness, you hoped not just for your survival in the next game, but for your whole group to make it out.

you knew he would protect you against whatever was to come the next day.

✩°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵✮˚

#squid game #squid game s2 #dae ho x reader #kang dae ho #kang dae ho x reader #squid game x reader #squid game season 2 #kang ha neul #dae ho

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dreamersparacosm · 11 days ago

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jeon jungkook - if we were us (part two)

warnings ; none!

prompt ; in which life gives you and Jungkook one more chance to hold on.

note ; nothing like a month long hiatus to really set the mood!! right? hehe. r-right? right.. guys? OK FIRST OFF — apologies for my absence on this fic. i did not forget about her i swear. i just wanted more time to sit with her (and like i am so glad i did. she needed to marinate in my notion templates and google docs even more). writing a fic like this is heavy and heartbreaking, and i think i was struggling a bit on direction. as we all know i'm THEE™️ romcom writer and it sometimes hurts me to write angst if its too psychologically tolling on my oc's but i have found my happy little middle ground and we are sticking to it!! writers block be damned!!! all that to say, next chapter will be jungkook's pov (ooooohhh it's juicy.) but this chapter... well, this chapter is the beginning of their story. sit back, relax, get some ice cream, and don't scream in my inbox please (or you can. i'll allow it just this once)

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wc ; 5.4k

[YOUR POV]

There’s a book in a pink box under your bed titled ‘The Dream Book.’

Next to the dust bunnies, next to Namjoon’s old socks that mysteriously keep disappearing under there, next to the candles you keep forgetting to light.

It’s flimsy now, pages showing their years. Full of magazine cutouts of picturesque kitchens and winding staircases.

In that book, you knew exactly what you wanted. You had it down to a science; everything from the career to the loving husband to the cat to the house with a picket fence.

It was always the same house in every sketch, every torn-out photo you’d taped inside. White exterior, blue shutters, close enough to the ocean that you could taste salt in the rain.

It’s all there, in bad gel pen handwriting and glittery highlighter.

You used to love that book.

Then you broke up with Jeon Jungkook.

Now, when you turn the pages, when they glare back at you at 3 AM as you turn through them on your bathroom floor with a flashlight on, you hate it. You hate how foolish you were to think that anything in that book could come true.

You hate how naive you were at 18. You hate how in your teenage years, all you knew how to do was dream, because life hadn’t taught you otherwise yet. You hate it all.

Because here’s the thing about any 18 year old who still knows how to dream: they think the universe owes them something. They still think dreams are plans.

And if you were still 18, still that girl who believed in pink gel pens and destiny, you probably would have ended up with Jeon Jungkook at 32.

Jeon Jungkook is nothing like you imagined he would be at this age. You don’t know what you thought he would be like — you never let yourself imagine it.

So as you look at Jeon Jungkook now, the white house materializes behind your eyelids. Kids’ laughter echoes from a swing in a yard.

You see what you were supposed to have.

Brown waves curl on the nape of his neck — shorter than you remembered — along with his big brown eyes with undereye bags threatening to form. A navy-blue sweater adorns his body, broad shoulders filling up every seam. He looks older in the way people do when they've lived a whole life you weren’t a part of.

How is it possible that he looks this beautiful at 8 in the morning? Some cosmic joke, probably.

The Jeon Jungkook you loved in college would rather have died than be awake before 10 AM. His arms would pull you back under the covers of his college apartment that smelled like his detergent and your perfume.

“Ten more minutes, baby,” he’d mumble into your shoulder, voice thick with sleep. “I want ten more with you.”

Then he’d complain that you snored — you did not snore, you barely breathed when you slept next to him — and you would retaliate with a pillow to his face, both of you dissolving into a fit of giggles.

The memory hits like a slap to the face. Blood whooshes through your ears and the coffee shop begins to sway.

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about—

It’s too late. You’re 22 again, standing in his apartment in his t-shirt, tears collecting on your shirt like raindrops, begging him to go. Begging him to take the job offer, to chase the dream he’d been talking about since you were freshmen. His dream had stopped being maybes; they were tangible things living in the depths of his email inbox. Yours were still living in a book.

“Go,” you’d said, the word scraping your throat raw. “Just go, Jungkook. Please.”

He’d looked back at you like you were asking him to cut out his own heart.

His coffee cup trembles in his right hand like he’s remembering the same day. His other hand is jammed deep into his pocket, probably clenched into a fist as he normally did when he was trying to hold himself together.

You wonder if he remembers the last real morning, when you'd pretended to be asleep as he packed. Wonder if he knows you heard him crying in the bathroom, or that you waited until his taxi pulled away before you let yourself completely break.

Some people say that if you love someone, you let them go. They don't tell you that letting go feels like dying. They don't mention that you'll spend the next decade wondering if loving someone means destroying yourself in the process, or if you destroyed the best thing you ever had by being too afraid to fight for it.

“Jungkook?”

You do your best to hide any state of panic, but you can’t seem to relax your shoulders or soothe your pounding heart as you take in the man in front of you.

He seems to have the same reaction as you.

“[Y/N]?”

“It’s good to see you.” The lie flows out of your mouth. You’ve gotten good at saying things that sound right instead of true. ‘When.. when did you get back?”

“Last week.” He shifts his weight onto his other foot, fingers clamping the coffee cup with a death grip. “I just bought a place in Gangnam.”

“Bought?”

Buying means permanent. Buying means he’s not just visiting. Buying means Jeon Jungkook is staying in the same country as you. Your heart does this awful swooping thing, like it's free-falling and taking the rest of you with it.

“U-uh yeah.” He’s fidgeting now. He runs a hand through his hair, tousles it a little. You notice the tattoos on his knuckles. They don’t look new. “Yeah, I'm moving back to Korea.”

“Oh.” Your brain short-circuits. He'd made it crystal clear — it was America or nothing. Come with me or lose me forever. You'd chosen to let him go, chosen to be the martyr, the one who loved him enough to set him free.

And he'd let you. He'd taken that plane ticket and your broken heart and built himself a whole new life on the other side of the world. Now he’s buying property in Korea like that was part of the options he presented to you.

The coffee shop walls swallow you whole, pressing in. Your chest tightens as if a brick just slammed down on it.

You need to ask. Need to understand what could possibly bring him back, if not you.“Why?”

“Work. I’m here for work.”

It’s always work with him. Success was his security blanket in college, and apparently life moves on but some things don’t. You nod like a bobblehead, like this makes perfect sense.

It does make sense. You just don’t want it to.

“That’s good.” Another lie. You’re racking them up this morning.

“And how are you?” he asks. His body leans into you, shoes pointing in your direction. He looks genuinely interested in what you might have to say. Like he’s been praying those pages in the dream book have manifested to reality.

“Very good.” You straighten your shoulders, slip into the voice you use with difficult parents during conferences. “I, um, I teach.”

His face softens. “No way. You got a teaching job?”

He looks proud of you. You remember spending nights recapping your education classes, how you’d light up talking about lesson plans and classroom decorations. How he’d listen, with his chin cupped in his palm, brown eyes twinkling up at you.

You’re about to drop your coffee cup on the floor and ask Jiwoo to just send you the bill to your home.

“Yup. Kindergarten.” You force a smile that feels like it might crack your face. “The school’s actually pretty close to here.”

He nods slowly, almost shaking his head as if he can’t believe it. As if he’s trying to envision you in front of that classroom, writing on a chalkboard or handing out addition exercises. “God, that’s… that’s amazing, [Y/N]. Kindergarten. That’s perfect for you.”

He still knows you well enough to see the puzzle pieces where they fit.

“Yeah, it’s pretty neat. The kids are great.”

You’re doing it again — downplaying, minimizing, making yourself smaller.

Pretty neat is the understatement of the century.

Like teaching isn’t the only thing that gets you up in the morning, like you don’t spend your own salary on classroom supplies and stay late to make sure Min-jun’s reading comprehension improves.

Admitting how much you love it, though, feels too vulnerable, like you’re handing him a piece of your heart when you’ve worked so hard to keep all the pieces to yourself.

“Do you.. do you wanna sit for a minute?” He asks, eyes gesturing towards the black chairs messily arranged around tables.

You really shouldn’t. It’s 8:40 and you’re supposed to be at the school at 9. You have 23 tiny five-year-olds depending on you to have your shit together, and sitting in your favorite coffee shop with Jeon Jungkook feels like the opposite of having your shit together.

But that’s not what your mouth says. Your mouth goes: “absolutely.”

He leads you to a table by the window, where the rain is still collecting on the sill, droplets catching on the pane vigorously. One of Jin’s paintings hangs nearby. You had sold it to Jiwoo for half the price as a thank you for all that extra sugar she tosses in your coffee.

Jungkook pulls out your own chair, and then settles himself across.

“So, what else is new?”

Where do you even start? The decade of learning how to exist without him? How, for the first year he was gone, you unconsciously saved funny stories to tell him before you remembered he wasn’t there to hear them?

“Not much, really.” Lie number three. Third time’s the charm. You’re starting to believe them.

“Well, where do you live?” His eyes eagerly meet yours as he takes a sip out of his coffee cup.

“Apartment, it’s not far from here. Downtown Seoul.” You fidget with your own cup, wrapping your hands around it for something to do. The cold seeps through the plastic.

His eyebrows scrunch together. “I thought you hated Seoul? Said it was where dreams go to die.”

You vaguely remember saying that. 22 year old you, slumped over his couch, declaring that Seoul was a soul-sucking corporate wasteland where creativity went to suffocate. You’d been so sure that anywhere but here held the key to happiness.

But then you got the offer letter for your job a few months later, and you learned pretty quickly happiness isn’t really about geography.

“Oh, do not be fooled.” You manage out a laugh that’s meant to be genuine. “My dreams die every time I realize I’m here.”

Some days you do feel like you’re sleepwalking through a life that looks nothing like you planned. Though lately, when you're reading Where the Wild Things Are to a circle of wide-eyed kids, or when Soo-jin finally writes her name without help, the life you're living doesn't feel so bad.

“Do you live with a roommate?”

His fingers tighten around his cup. He’s bracing himself for an answer he might not want to hear, you think.

You realize what he’s really asking. What he can’t bring himself to ask directly.

Kim Namjoon, your boyfriend. That is who you live with. Ten words that draw a clear line in the sand, that would protect you both.

Namjoon, who’s steady and smart and doesn’t hop on flights to the United States.

His name sits lodged in your throat, buried under about a hundred other words you want to say.

Just say it, you tell yourself. Say Namjoon’s name and end this before it starts.

“Uh, yeah. Yes. One roommate.”

God, you must be an idiot. A monumental idiot who deduces her relationship to roommate because her ex is sitting across from her. Yes, because Kim Namjoon is just some dude who splits the electric bill with you, not the man whose toothbrush sits next to yours in the bathroom.

He nods, “That’s economical of you.”

Your eyes get a better look at him. For the first time, you take note of the silver chain hiding underneath his sweater. The navy-blue top that mixes so well with his golden skin. Brings out the sparkle in his eye that hasn’t left since you said the word roommate.

“Us teachers gotta lay low. Underpaid and overworked.” You lean back against your chair, taking a sip out of your straw. The sweetness slides down your throat, melting away those words that had been building up in there.

“You guys deserve better, I swear. Shaping the minds of the youth and what not.” The earnestness in his tone catches you a little off guard.

“Kinda.” You shrug. “I’m doing a bug project right now with my kids, so I don’t know if I’m really shaping the youth.”

“Bug project?” His eyebrows lift with curiosity.

When was the last time someone asked about your actual work instead of just nodding politely when you mentioned teaching?

“Ants, caterpillars, the whole shebang. It’s absolutely fucking disgusting.” The curse slips out before you can stop it, and you feel heat creep up your neck sheepishly.

His laugh booms throughout the shop. You want to bottle it up and hide it under your bed. “I’ll have to come and see that.”

Your heart flutters. He wants to see your classroom. He wants to see your kids covered in finger paint and learning about metamorphosis.

Your brain is screaming Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon, red sirens blaring in your frontal lobe.

Clearing your throat, you deflect. You don’t know what else to do with the way he’s looking at you. His chin has found a home in his palm. “So what about you, Mister Home in Gangnam? Very fancy.”

“What about me?” He tilts his head in your direction.

You don’t even know what you want to ask. You guess, if you’re being completely honest, you want to know if he has a roommate as well. You want to know if there's someone in that fancy Gangnam home who knows how he takes his coffee, who's learned that he gets grumpy when he's hungry and soft when he's sleepy.

“Roommates?” you ask, and you can’t keep the hesitation out of your voice.

“Uh, yeah. You could say that.”

You have no energy to decode what that could possibly mean. Your chest is so full of this feeling you only get when you’re with him, one that hasn’t sprouted in over a decade and is poking through the dirt trepidly.

You settle on switching gears.

“How was… New York?"

“It was good. Really different from Korea.” His right fingers trace absentminded patterns on the table. He used to do that when he was thinking, working through problems in his head. “My eomma almost had a heart attack the first time she visited.”

You can picture it vividly — Mrs. Jeon, tiny but fierce, clutching her purse in Times Square. When the image flashes through your mind, something lurches in your chest, because you should have been there for that visit.

“Different in a good way?” You ask, though you're not sure you want the answer.

What if he says yes? What if he confirms that leaving was the best thing that ever happened to him?

“Well, 7/11 didn’t have any ramyeon so you tell me.” The corner of his mouth twitches upward.

“That’s horrible. I’m so sorry.” Pressing a hand over your heart, your jaw falls slack in mock sympathy.

“And finding samgyeopsal is even worse. I had to travel 30 minutes on the train.” He shakes his head in despair, and you’re both smiling now.

“Oh god.” Your lips are betraying you before you can tell them to shut up. “Do you remember that time we drove 40 minutes in Busan because that new shop that opened up allegedly had the best samgyeopsal in the town?”

“Yeah and then we got food poisoning? Fucking nightmare.” The memory is so clear you can almost taste the regret and ginger ale, can feel his hand cool against your forehead as you’d curled up on his floor. You two were so young then, back when you thought even food poisoning was an adventure as long as you were suffering through it together.

He’s really laughing now, the sound filling empty spaces in your ribs you’d forgotten were there. Behind him, the line grows longer in the shop, and you glance over at Jiwoo quickly to see that her hair is now in a haphazard bun.

“I hope Gangnam has better samgyeopsal.” You smile at him.

“Hmm. I tested this out already. It’s not bad.” His eyes trail down to his cup shyly. You almost think maybe he came back to Korea looking for tastes that would remind him of home.

“How is your eomma doing, by the way?”

Mrs. Jeon had always been kind to you. She would press extra banchan into your hands when you visited and ask about your classes. A second mother figure to you.

“She’s good. I still don’t think she likes New York. Plus my brother’s getting married.” His features light up. “She’s been throwing herself into wedding planning. You would think the wedding was for her.”

“Oh my god??” Your voice raises about ten octaves. “Junghyun is getting married? Don’t tell me it’s to Ri-won.”

Ri-won was Junghyun’s college girlfriend who used to show up to family dinners with homemade desserts and flowers for the entire family, even you. Seamlessly, she had fit into the family like she’d been born into it.

“It is, actually.” Jungkook grins fondly. “She pretty much tied him to a chair and begged him to marry her.”

“Can’t tell if that’s cute or terrifying.” You laugh as you picture small Ri-won wrestling Junghyun into submission. The image is so ridiculous that the knot in your chest loosens slightly,

“They’re disgustingly in love, so cute.” He shakes his head, hair falling over his forehead. “Like I’m happy for them, but I don’t need to see hyung feeding her strawberries at the kitchen table.”

The domesticity of the image hits you sideways. Junghyun and Ri-won in their home, probably arguing over wedding venues and seating charts, feeding each other fruit like teenagers desperately in love.

“What about you? How’s your eomma and sister?” He wonders innocently.

You don’t have the heart to tell him that your sister picked up the shattered pieces of you he left behind. That she despises him with every fiber of her being despite none of this being his fault.

“Jia’s good. She’s married now. Eomma’s been pestering her for kids.”

It’s still weird to say out loud. Your older sister, married. When did everyone grow up and start making permanent decisions?

“Think it’ll happen soon?”

“God, no. You know her. She thinks kids are gross snot bubbles.”

You realize too late what you’ve said.

You know her. As if he’s still flipping through baby photo albums with your mother on the old couch in your living room.

But he does know her. He probably remembers better than you how Jia used to make elaborate excuses to avoid babysitting the neighbors’ kids, or when she would dramatically gag if someone’s toddler had a runny nose.

Jia used to babysit for some of Jungkook’s cousins, and his aunt might possibly still laugh reminiscing on the time she almost got forced to change a diaper.

“Yup, sounds exactly like Jia. Does she still watch those cartoons?”

Yes, Jia absolutely does that. She has a masters degree and a marriage certificate but manages to text you theories about animated movie plots at 2 AM.

“Some things never change,” you sigh, lightly chucking under your breath.

Some things never really do. Mostly because you’re right where he left you, in a coffee shop on a rainy morning.

“Eomma still own that flower shop?”

Your mother owns this beautiful flower shop at the end of a dead road in Busan. You would spend countless afternoons doing homework in high school behind the counter, where the smell of peonies and roses became synonymous with home.

“Of course. Business is booming, she says.” You can’t help but smile. “I swear sometimes she tells me that so I don’t worry.”

“She’s smart, though. Best flowers in town.” He tugs the sleeve of his sweater down his left hand. She adored Jungkook — addressed him in family terms — and loved the person who made her daughter the happiest.

You’ve never been certain she loves Namjoon the same.

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” It's not meant to be a dig. In your chest, your heart speeds up, kicks into overdrive.

He blinks a few times. He’d spent ample time in that shop, charming your mother into giving him employee discounts and teaching him the difference between plants.

“Do you know how long it took me to find those flowers for our anniversary? She nearly kicked me out of the shop if I stayed another minute.” He trails off a little at the end of the sentence, like the memory has reached up and choked him.

21-year-old Jungkook was stressing — he drove your mother crazy as he agonized over flower combinations. He claimed they needed to be ‘perfect like you.’

Then he had the nerve to drive over to your dorm at 1 AM with the most elaborate bouquet known to mankind. The security guard barely agreed to let him in when he saw the size of that monstrosity. It was white peonies and pink roses, wrapped in the brown paper your mother never let you play with as a kid.

“They were perfect, Jungkook.” Absolutely perfect.

He looks down at his simmered-down coffee, and you catch something that might be regret flickering across his face.

“Have you been… writing?” You ask, partly to change the subject, partly because you want to know.

Jeon Jungkook — for all that he is handsome, put-together, and goofy at times — reminds you of a young Shakespeare.

In college, he carried notebooks everywhere he went, scribbling down fragments of stories and character sketches like he was collecting pieces of the world to reassemble later.

“No. I wish I was.” His shoulders sag. In this light, he looks more like the boy who read you his terrible first drafts before going to bed. “Haven’t had much time when I’m stuck in meetings all day.”

He sounds defeated. His eyes would light up when he would talk about the novel he was going to write, when he would map out plots on napkins and refuse to fall asleep anywhere beside his laptop in case inspiration struck. The light has dimmed a tad.

“You should get back to that.”

“You’d still read my books to your kindergarten kids if I publish?” He anxiously chews at his bottom lip as he looks up at you, expectantly.

“Even if I hadn’t seen you today, of course.”

And you mean that. Even though the thought of explaining to a bunch of kids why Miss [Y/L/N] is crying over a picture book would be its own special kind of torture.

“Guess I gotta scrap that murder novel then.” He smiles.

“Probably for the best,” you exhale out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “I can barely handle watching them dissect butterflies.”

He hums, then says while looking out the window, “It’s your favorite kind of morning, I see.”

His big eyes snap back to yours.

It’s cloudy and gray outside as the forecast promised. You usually set alerts on your phone for when it rains. The predictability of all soothes you. And when you know it’s going to rain, when the excitement settles in your bones at the familiarity of it, you let all your troubles wash away too.

This — this moment with Jungkook you hadn’t predicted — you don’t want to wash it away just yet. Not one bit.

It feels fragile and impossible, like trying to hold water in your cupped palms.

“Hm. Definitely.”

The bell above the door jingles, signaling the entrance of more coffee shop-goers. Reality starts to creep in like cold air through a cracked window.

“Drive into the city was ass though.” He hardly cranes his neck to check the door.

“You’ll manage.” You roll your eyes jokingly. “You survived New York traffic, remember? Seoul’s got nothing on that.”

But even as you say it, you're already standing, already reaching for your work bag, already nipping this entire thing right in the bud. Staying any longer feels dangerous.

You’re also not sure what time it is, and you know that if you check the clock, you’ll panic. Principal Park is going to have your head on a stick before recess.

He stands too, and for a moment, you both just look at each other across the frail table that wobbles.

“I really should—” you start.

“Yeah, of course. Your kids,” He steps backwards, hands sliding back into his pocket, coffee cup abandoned. “Don’t want to keep the future leaders of Korea waiting.”

You realize now you don’t know how to say goodbye to someone who used to know all your secrets. It’s like trying to explain color to someone who’s blind.

You wonder if you have time to Google ‘how to condense ten years of absence into a goodbye.’

He pauses. Mouth opens and closes like he’s testing words out in his brain to see how they fit. His jaw works silently in concentrated frustration.

“I don't know if this is stupid, but I'd love to get your—”

“Daddy!”

The American word cuts through the coffee shop, a stark contrast to the native tongue being spoken.

Your blood turns to ice water. A small voice calls out, high and excited and unmistakably directed at the man standing right in front of you.

The coffee shop, the morning light peeking from the rainclouds, the conversation you’ve been sharing — it all shatters into pieces that don’t fit together anymore.

Jungkook whips around so fast you think he might get whiplash, and that’s when you see them — two small figures barreling toward him.

A girl and a boy, about five years of age. Her pigtails bounce as she runs, and the boy is struggling to keep up, clutching a toy dinosaur to his chest.

They are children.

His children.

Air gets stolen from your lungs, leaving you gasping in the wreckage. Your vision tunnels, edges going dark.

He is a father. Jeon Jungkook — the boy who burned your ramyeon once and couldn’t even keep a goldfish alive — is someone’s daddy.

The girl crashes into his leg first like a small hurricane, and he catches her instinctively. The boy is cautious, hanging behind his leg, but adoration is written in his face as he looks up at Jungkook.

“We finished breakfast! Mommy said we could find you!” Her voice is breathless, bouncing on her toes even as Jungkook’s hands reach down and encircle her.

Mommy.

There’s a mother. There’s a whole family. There’s an entire life Jungkook built while you were doing arts and crafts, teaching kindergartners about clouds, playing tag on the playground.

His earlier response about his own imaginary roommates crashes back into your consciousness like a freight train.

“You could say that.”

You’d been so focused on your own deflection, calling Namjoon your roommate, that you’d missed it completely.

You're a moron. A grade-A, certified, absolutely spectacular moron.

You’re staring. You know you’re staring, but you can’t seem to stop, can’t seem to do anything but watch this unfold. Watch Jungkook transform from the man who was just struggling to ask you for something to someone who belongs to other people, someone who has promises and responsibilities that have nothing to do with you.

Your hands are shaking. You hope it’s not too visible.

“Did you have a good breakfast, Hari?” Jungkook’s voice is soft as he picks the girl up and perches her on his hip.

“So yummy, Daddy. I want more later.” Hari looks like pure sunshine. Her pink dress rides up a little, but he adjusts it thoughtfully. She wraps her small arms around his neck, and something cracks open in your chest.

He looks back over at you. There’s… panic floating behind his eyes. He probably realizes how impossible it is to explain why he’s still standing here with you when he has a family waiting for him.

You just stand there awkwardly, wait for some stupid introduction. Dumb, dumb, dumb, you repeat to yourself.

“This is Hari… and Jungwon. These are my kids.” He confirms it.

Jungwon, the boy with the dinosaur, immediately ducks behind his leg. But you’re good with kids — it’s literally your job, the one thing you know how to do even when the world implodes around you. You speak this language.

You crouch down to Jungwon’s eye level, making yourself smaller. “Hi there,” you start softly. You only use this voice during the first week of school, while everyone’s trying to figure out if you’re safe. “That’s a really cool dinosaur. Is it a t-rex?”

Jungwon peeks out from behind Jungkook’s leg, curiosity winning over shyness. He nods, holding the toy a little tighter. He has soft round cheeks, hair just as dark as his father’s. There’s a dinosaur bandage on his knee.

This little boy is half of the man you once loved, walking around in miniature with sticky fingers and a toy dinosaur.

“I love dinosaurs. My favorite is a pterodactyl.” You keep your voice gentle.

His eyes light up, stepping out more confidently. "I like them too.”

“He normally doesn’t talk to strangers,” Jungkook rushes to say, and there’s a bit of wonder in his tone as he watches you work your teacher magic.

“It’s okay, there's no rush.” Years of training kicks in even as your brain struggles to process it all. You're having a professional conversation about child development with your ex-boyfriend while his son — his fucking son — clutches a plastic dinosaur and looks at you with eyes that used to promise you forever.

You stand back up, knees protesting slightly, and turn your attention to Hari.

“Who’s that, daddy?” she asks. For her young age, you can tell she notices everything.

And that’s when you finally see it. Wrapped around her little leg is his left hand. The one he’s been keeping jammed in his pocket this whole time.

There’s a thin gold band on his left ring finger.

The world tilts sideways again, and you have to grip the table to keep from toppling over.

He’s not just a father, he’s a husband too.

There is a woman in this world who gets to wake up next to him every morning.

You ponder if she knows about his tendency to hum off-key in the shower, or his terrible sleeping habits, or that his guilty pleasure book is the Harry Potter series.

You look over at him, desperate for any guidance. How exactly does one answer an innocent question like that when the truth is too complicated for you to understand?

Well, sweetheart, Daddy and I used to love each other very much, but then he got on a big plane in the sky that transported him thousands of miles away, and now I play with bugs and he works a big boy job that lets him buy homes in Gangnam.

“An old friend, baby,” Jungkook relieves you of the answer. You want to both thank him and absolutely lose your mind.

As if you’re someone he knew in passing, not someone who knows that he twitches in his sleep when he’s having a really vivid dream.

Hari processes this information, studying your face. Then she suddenly gets bashful, ducks her head into Jungkook’s shoulder, and giggles before going, “You’re really pretty.”

Kids have this way of cutting through adult problems with safety scissors.

You and Jungkook both laugh. When you catch his eye, he’s looking at you like he agrees with her.

“So are you, Miss Hari.” You grin.

She really is beautiful. She has a confidence that speaks to how deeply loved she must be.

You take another long look at his kids.

They have his big brown eyes, staring back up at you like you hung the moon and stars.

Sometimes, and you’ll never admit this outloud, when you fight with Namjoon and head to bed angry, you have dreams where your children have the same ones.

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softtdaisy · 15 days ago

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_____the night it all begin

pairing. Aaron Hotchner x media liaison!reader (part of the dating game)

summary. who would have thought that a night out with the team would lead to an open-hearted conversation between Aaron and you on your love life?

words count. 2 359

a/n. you have no idea how excited I am about this series!! I have so many ideas about these two and I hope you are to follow me in this crazy ride because its going to be fun I promise

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“Have a good night, guys.”

With a hand still on Hotch’s shoulder, JJ put a kiss on your hair. A very maternal gesture that you’ve learned to love.

It wasn’t only the fact you were the youngest in the team, as much for the years spent here as for your age. You and JJ had a very strong connection after you filled the blank and finally took her past job as a media liaison for the team. She had been a big support since day one.

And maybe that was the reason she was the last one to leave tonight—except for you and Hotch.

The past two days had been pretty hard for the team. No difficult case, but two office workdays and a defective air conditioner. Not even the FBI can escape the heatwave.

It was around 6 p.m. when Hotch finally left his office, with his wet hair falling on his forehead—no matter how hard he tried to keep it away. Proving he had been suffering from the same heat as you all. “Go home, take a shower, and for those who want, the first round is on me.”

“Only the first?” Emily replied, fanning herself with some old folder she had found.

You heard Hotch laugh before he replied. “We’ll see that at the bar.”

You weren’t in the open space, so Hotch had to walk to your own office—the one used by JJ in the past—to make sure you had heard him. With your door wide open and the offer being this tempting, it would have been hard to miss it.

He stopped at the doorframe, leaning against it—probably looking for some coolness on the metal installation. “The offer works for you too.”

“Oh, I was planning to come even if it wasn’t.”

You saw the sweet smile on his face before he left your sight, feeling glad that you didn’t feel sidelined with the team.

How could you be when they all included you in their discussion, either in the field or tonight at the bar?

You’ve listened to Rossi and Derek’s debate about football—not that you were sure you would use this information one day. You laughed at the fun stories Emily told about her cat and JJ about her sons. And you and Penelope chatted about many, many things, so naturally you’ve felt like you had found a long-lost sister.

If you had any doubt, tonight reminded you how you were part of this group.

After a moment, they all had good excuses to leave. And soon there were only you and Aaron at the table, sharing one last drink together: a whisky for him and the bar's secret cocktail for you.

You couldn’t stop looking at him.

Aaron Hotchner.

The unit chief who made it his very own mission to be sure you felt integrated into the team.

The single dad who unconsciously kept lighting up his phone tonight just to see his son’s face.

The very discreet man who didn’t notice all the looks the women gave him at the bar. You couldn’t blame them. You’ve been looking too—after your first drink to feel at ease, eyeing up your boss.

Aaron looked…different tonight. Far from the typical Hotchner stature and the whole outfit that came with it—an ironed dark suit, a white shirt, and a Gucci tie. Well, the theme was still dark, you had to admit it. Except there was neither a tie nor a shirt in sight, but a dark blue t-shirt that fit him perfectly.

And maybe that was the problem, how your eyes kept going down on his muscular arms lying on the table. Arms that had already tanned from the sunny days you’ve had these past weeks.

Or maybe it was his smile that didn’t leave his face all night that seduced the ladies around. Maybe they could tell it was a rare present that needed to be cherished.

You tilted your head slightly to be closer to Aaron and whispered, “Don’t turn around, but there is a woman at the bar that has been looking at you for five minutes straight.”

His first answer was a kind of quiet gasp followed by a sweet laugh. Like having someone admiring him for so long could be a joke. It wasn’t. Or you didn’t know the whole night was actually a comedy show.

But then he tilted his head too, making the gap between your two faces even smaller.

“A woman in red, right?”

“You’ve seen her?”

“Hard to miss,” he replied, giving a sideways look even though she wasn’t technically in his point of view.

Aaron didn’t pay much attention to the people around tonight—the biggest break from work he couldn’t take. He needed one night of not trying to profile anyone and just appreciating his teammates' and friends' presence. Which he successfully did. But it would be a lie to say he didn’t notice the lady who seemed to always be around him tonight.

Being at the bar when he went to order the drinks the first time, changing tables at least twice to get closer to them, and going to the toilets at the same time as him—which could have been a coincidence if all the above didn’t happen before.

He couldn’t deny she was an attractive woman. But she was doing absolutely nothing to him. No butterflies, no shivers, no need to focus on her.

She was like a background character in his night out.

“You should go talk to her.”

And you weren’t.

“I’m scared I'm a little rusty now.” Aaron replied, bringing his glass to his mouth to hide his little shyness.

Not that he was ashamed of his life. Sure, his marriage with Haley didn’t end up the way he intended. Both with the divorce and…well, the fact Jack didn’t have his mother at all anymore. But he appreciated every second of his life with her, and he learned a lot from it. And apart from the very end, if he had the chance to live his marriage once again, he would take it without hesitation.

Yet, showing insecurity wasn’t his favorite pastime.

After Haley, he completely put the whole dating thing aside. Intentionally for a moment and then, well, kind of unintentionally. He did find some women attractive; some followed him home and into his bed—at least in his head, when he decided to have some me-time. And he did feel the desire to talk to some, even having some catchphrases come to his mind when he was the closest to considering walking to them.

But in all honesty, Aaron wasn’t sure he knew how to do that anymore.

He got married, people kept dating, and now he was a single dad in his forties who couldn’t understand the rules and strategies anymore.

You laughed at his answer and added, “Oh, I know how it feels.”

Naturally, his eyes went to your hand. On your naked ring finger. Where a beautiful engagement ring used to be until six months ago.

“You want to talk about it?”

He had been dying to ask you this question many times these past months.

The first time he noticed the ring was missing was the very first day you went back to work after you broke it off. The few times he noticed your red eyes at the office, the ones you were trying hard to hide. Or when he saw your expression when JJ was talking about her family. While you, just like him, were going back to an empty and silent home. A home that used to be lively.

But being your boss, Aaron always felt it wasn’t his place to ask questions. He had questioned himself a lot about this. Because he remembered being there for most of his team, he knew probably too much about some of them as their chief.

You? He felt like you were a book waiting to be read but that he was too scared to discover, like he wasn’t the person your story was intended for.

“There is nothing to say,” you shrugged. You could have stopped there if Aaron’s eyes weren’t so reassuring.

“I just thought I was going to spend my life with him, and now I’m single and scared of the dating world.”

That was the short story.

The director’s cut would add the childhood friends-to-lovers that impressed most people. The 10-year relationship, full of traveling and other memories together but also moving from one city to another for each other’s jobs without ever complaining. And the cheating with his secretary, that was so cliché you preferred not to mention it most of the time.

It was one thing to be comfortable with breaking off the engagement with the man you thought was the love of your life. It was another to say out loud you had been too blind to see the truth.

A truth so crystal clear that even your ex had the audacity to tell you during your last argument that he thought you would have guessed it earlier with the job you were doing.

“I’m not a profiler, son of a bitch.” You remembered screaming at him the moment you were throwing his stuff out of the window.

A moment that you confessed to the girls and for what Emily gave you some reward—a “girl boss” mug that you proudly brought home.

So yeah, there wasn’t much you wanted to say about this.

“I’ve been considering going on dating apps for weeks now. But the simple thought of having to form a bond with someone new, someone I might not even see more than once or twice, is…scary.”

You sighed, closing your eyes for a second to put away the anxiety that was growing immediately in your stomach. Like some monster just waiting for their call. You never thought love would become your nightmare.

But when you opened them again, Aaron was looking at you.

With something sweet in his eyes that said he was feeling sorry for you.

With a kind of sad smile that proved he was going through the same thing.

You watched him for a few more seconds. How soft he looked, away from the office, like he could put away all the horror of the job in a drawer the moment he leaves the bureau. His wrinkles disappearing and his smile being a permanent accessory.

And when he took his glass in hand—his hand so huge it covered the glass almost entirely—it made you wonder if he had been drinking his sadness away…too.

“Can you just imagine how much easier it would be if we could just discover the dating world again with someone we know? Someone we trust?” You let your heart speak.

Maybe it was the alcohol you drank, maybe it was the sight of this man going through something similar, or maybe it was your anxiety growing. Maybe it was a mix of these three things and others you couldn’t—and wouldn’t—name.

But you felt comfortable talking about this with Aaron. Like he was the one person around you that could truly understand what you were going through—or sort of.

And maybe Aaron felt the same way about you. Through his years at the BAU, he had created a special link with every agent he worked with. Whether it was intentional or not—he wasn’t the biggest fan of trauma bonding in the office—each one of these relationships was important to him.

The one he had with you was too. He hadn’t opened up to someone like this in many months. He could easily guess the last time was with Rossi about his parental anxiety. And as much as he appreciated him, Aaron knew it was a bad idea to talk about this with a three-times-divorced man.

“Do you have someone in mind?” He heard himself ask you. He didn’t even realize the question had been built in his head before saying it.

He watched you consider your answer with the very same mimic you used at work when you had to write your press declaration: looking up and biting the inside of your cheek. Since you’ve always managed to make the perfect statement, maybe you thought this habit was working. And would work tonight.

Or maybe—and that sounded like the logical option—you didn’t even realize you were doing this anymore.

And then you turned to him, with your mouth open. Aaron could swear you had a precise answer in mind a second ago. Yet, no sound escaped your lips. Your eyes got lost in his, and your brain went numb.

If he were in some kind of cartoon, Aaron knew he would have seen a bulb light up above your head.

But he wasn’t in a cartoon.

And actually, Aaron didn’t even find out what you were thinking about.

Before you could answer, the owner announced the bar was closing. And soon, you and Aaron were both in a cab, going home.

Lying on his bed, Aaron couldn’t find any sleep. He kept replaying your conversation in his head. You put words on things he had been feeling for months—even years—now.

This fear of meeting someone new, someone who had no idea who he was and all the baggage he was carrying. The fear of not being interesting enough or good enough. The fear of not saying the right thing and losing someone again.

He had always blamed the simple idea of dating as being the reason for his stress about being with someone again. But maybe you were right. Maybe the first step would be to treat it like a rehabilitation and start easy—with a person who already knew him. A person he could trust and who wouldn’t reject him.

More than that, he couldn’t help analyzing your answer—or, more exactly, your lack of answer. Were you going to say something and change your mind? Which answer was the most honest—the first or the one that came to you when you looked at him?

And more importantly, why did Aaron feel like if you asked him the same question, he would have confessed he had someone in mind?

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LONGING FOR YOU.

You were Hongjoong’s new personal assistant and it was really hard to get along with him. His behaviour was cold and he always brought up every mistake you made, but when he found that you have a child he suddenly changed his behaviour towards you... Overtime you became friends and he was like a father figure to your son. But one night has changed your whole relationship and your desires floated to the surface.

PAIRINGS: softdom!kimhongjoong x fem!reader

GENRE: ceo x personal assistant, smut, strangers to friends to lovers

TAGS: 18+, unprotected sex (don’t!), p in v, teasing, pet names (good girl, momma, honey…), swearing, dirty talk, alcohol, cum swallowing, slight choking, little age gap (Hongjoong is around 28 and reader 24!), alcohol, oral (f receiving), breeding kink (lmao Hongjoong is wild for that.), mention of parent issues and custody, not proof read!!, lmk if I missed anything

WC: 14k

A/N: Hi!!! :) so I had this one shot with Hongjoong in my mind since forever.. so here I am.

!reminder English is not my first language!

With quick steps you walked along the sidewalk, your lips slightly parted, your breathing irregular and heavy. The winter breeze blew and you wrapped your scarf around your neck even closer. People around you were in hurry and so were you. You raised your hand and looked at your watch, which showed 7:55AM. You had five minutes to get to the building that was right in front of you. At that moment, someone bumped into you, or rather you bumped into someone. The coffee that the person was holding in his hand immediately spilled on your coat.

“Watch where are you going, asshole.” You stopped and looked up from your coat. A man stood in front of you, a scarf around his neck and a surprised expression on his face. He was wearing a long black coat, which gave him charisma. You shook your head at that, but when the man was about to say something, you immediately turned around and started walking away, disappearing from his sight.

A small sigh escaped your lips, you were stressed. This day didn't start out the best. You got up late, so you didn't have much time to properly prepare for the job interview. Even now, the man spilled coffee on you, which it was now spilled on your freshly washed coat. This day couldn't have started any worse.

You entered the building with a firm step, immediately warm breeze hugging your body. Your eyes scanned the hallway, looking for the receptionist and when your eyes fell on a nice woman who was wearing a smile, you approached her.

“Good morning.” With a nice smile you let out. “I came for the interview to Mr. Kim…” The woman gave you a little smile.

“5th floor, right down the hall.” Her words were brief because she knew you were probably going to be late and you didn't hesitate for a second. You immediately turned on your heel and stepped into the elevator. Your hands were sweating profusely and your blood pressure was rising, you were stressed. You looked at yourself in the mirror in the elevator and took off your coat, which had a small coffee stain on it, with a small sigh. You fixed your hair, which was little messy from the strong, unpleasant wind, and when the elevator rang, saying you were on the 5th floor, you sighed nervously.

This is after 5 years of going for an interview. You were actually quite surprised that you heard so suddenly, since it was from one of the companies that were really good. But you didn't resist, you were actually glad for it. You looked around the hallway with your eyes and directed your steps to where the woman told you. When you came into contact with another woman who was sitting at a computer and writing something there, you approached her with a nervous voice.

“Excuse me, I am here for the job interview.” The woman from the computer redirected her gaze to you and looked you up and down. But then she suddenly stood up from her chair and walked to the white door, which she opened.

“Wait for him here. He should arrive in a while.” She announced to you with an annoyed voice and you nodded at her words, at first you hesitated, but then you entered his office. The woman slammed the door behind you, which made you flinch a little, but then you started to look around the room. Everything was perfectly tidy, in front of you was a white table, on which only a few pens and a few papers were placed. Right behind that table were large windows that allowed you to see the city.

You bit the inside of your cheek and walked over to the leather couch and sat down. You placed your purse on your thighs and squeezed it tightly, hoping to calm down a little. But the nervousness in you was rising more and more when the room was quiet. You would have liked to get up and leave now, but then the door opened and you immediately stood up and turned around.

“Sorry I’m late but someone-” When the man in front of him saw you, he stopped talking. Your jaw almost fell when you saw the man standing in front of you who spilled coffee on you. “spilled my coffee.” He finished and you swallowed loudly and put your lips in a thin line, feeling stupid. But when you realized that you had called him an asshole, you knew it was all over. You didn’t even bother to sit down again, you just picked up your purse but his words stopped you.

“Sit down.” He pointed to the chair you were sitting on earlier and you were surprised by his reaction, but you sat down. A small, tired sigh escaped his lips and he walked over to his desk, he took off his coat and hung it on a chair and then sat down across from you. He took a deep breath and rested his head on his arm and looked at you with an expression you couldn't read. For a moment he looked at you as if he was thinking, but then he straightened his body and started rummaging through the papers.

Your eyes scanned the room nervously but then you looked at him. Only now you noticed how really handsome and young he was. He looked five years older than you, his black hair was neat, and his eyes were fixed on the papers, you saw how his chest slowly rose with each breath. The sun was hitting his soft skin and the outlines of his figure were a little more visible, his lips were in a thin line and he looked concentrated. Then he suddenly looked up from the papers at you. “So… miss y/n.” He let out a breath and you swallowed, expecting a lot of questions from him.

“It says that you speak…” He took the paper in his hand and his eyes ran through all the necessary information again. “3 languages?” He then looked up at you and looked at your face. You nodded your head at his question.

“Yeah, I speak English, Spanish and German.” If he was telling the truth, he was quite surprised and so he nodded at that. When there was silence between you, you bit your lip nervously and looked down at your hands, which were sweating profusely.

“I am sorry about spilling your coffee.” You said and swallowed loudly, he just raised an eyebrow at your words. “and for calling you an asshole, sir.” When you finished, you cleared your throat and he chuckled a little at your words.

“Tomorrow, 7AM. Don’t be late.” He let out a breath and you looked up at him, surprised. You really didn’t expect this, you expected him to not take it easy and not for him to accept you right away without any more complicated questions.

“I-I won’t! Thank you, sir.” You suddenly stood up and immediately bowed your head in a sign of gratitude and respect, but he didn’t say anything. You turned around with a smile on your face, and before you left his office you looked at him and bowed your head again.

When you left his office, a small sigh escaped his lips and he leaned his body deeper into the chair. He rubbed his forehead with the pads of his fingers and looked at the papers again. You were young and quite experienced, the fact that you spoke 3 languages was a bonus for him, since you were applying for the position of his assistant.

“So when are you starting?” Your friend asked, leaning against the dining table while you took off your coat.

“Tomorrow., 7AM.” You answered her with a small nervous sigh and her eyes widened. She had no idea it would be so soon.

“Tomorrow?” She repeated to make sure she heard correctly, and when you nodded at her question, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“I don’t know who will take care of Eun…” Your friend’s gaze shifted to the little boy who was playing on the carpet, but he became attentive when he heard your words.

“I will take care of him.” Your friend offered and you gave her a sweet smile. You were really glad that she was so willing to help you, but sometimes you felt bad. You didn’t want to take advantage of her like that, but it was quite difficult since it was just you and Eun. No one else. His father, sometimes took him on weekends, but he had a different life and he wasn’t really interested in Eun, but whenever you needed financial help, he helped you. At that, Eun immediately ran after you and grabbed your hand tightly.

“Are you leaving again tomorrow?” He said in a sad, soft voice and you gave your friend a look but then you looked at him. You bent down to his level and gently stroked his cheek and gave him a smile.

“Yeah, mommy needs to go to work, honey.” You explained to him sweetly and he immediately hung around your neck. Eun was truly everything you had, even though you were practically alone with him, you would give your life for him. “Auntie Annie will take care of you when I will be at work.” He pulled away from the hug and looked at your friend Annie, who was smiling from ear to ear. Annie gently stroked his hair and Eun looked at her with a huge smile, but then he went back to playing with his toys.

A sigh escaped your lips and you hung your coat on a chair and then sat down. Annie saw that you were stressed and so she took your hand and squeezed it gently. You were glad that she was really there for you.

“I feel embarrassed.” You confessed to Annie and she raised her eyebrows at your words, not understanding where you were going with that. “I bumped into someone this morning and his coffee spilled on my coat, but that wasn’t the worst part.” You took a deep breath and continued. “I called that guy an asshole, but then I figured out that he is my new boss.” You described the whole situation to her and at first Annie couldn't believe what you were saying, but when she saw your serious and scared expression, she laughed.

“Well, nothing new from someone like you, y/n.” She said with a laugh and you immediately slapped her on the shoulder.

“It’s not funny, Annie and besides he looks so young! It feels weird.” When you remembered how young he looked, you furrowed your eyebrows. Many people said that the owner of Ateez was incredibly young, but that he was like this… You really didn’t expect that.

“Is he handsome?” Annie leaned her head closer to you and looked at you with a smile. He really was. He was really very charming, his face was symmetrical and he was, he was handsome he even looked like he was ripped out of some k-pop idol catalog. “So he is!” Annie declared when she noticed how you were frozen by her question and didn’t know what to say. You glared at her, but then you both burst into laughter again.

Weeks have passed since your first day and even though you tried your best, your boss Hongjoong always found a mistake that he blamed you for. He didn’t raise his voice, but his words were sharp. He never thanked you for anything, he always just watched you with that stupid serious look of his. To be honest, it was hard to concentrate and act natural when he was only a little older than you, and when he was so handsome... You always pushed those thoughts aside and tried to act normal.

It got worse every single day, and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You were constantly working, solving problems with Eun’s father, trying to find a balance between work and normal life, but it was too hard and almost impossible, since you were constantly working. Today was no different, it was quite late and it was just you and him in the office. But today you really had enough and you snapped.

“This formatting is a mess. Fix it.” He said sharply and gave you back the papers you gave him.

“You could say please, you know.” You glared at him and he looked at you and blinked, he was surprised. But you didn’t stop and continued on. “I do my job. I stay late. I don’t complain. The least you could do is treat me like a human being.” He thought about your words and something changed in his expression. Something deeper.

“Come to my office.” You hesitated for a moment, then followed him into his office. Even though you were probably alone on this floor, he called you into his office. Inside, he leaned against his desk and looked at you as if trying to figure you out.

“I’m not good at people.” His words shocked you, but you let him continue. “I expect perfection because that’s the only thing that ever kept my life from falling apart.” He admitted and looked at you, searching for something in you that would give him a hint that you understood.

“That’s not an excuse.” You replied.

“No,” he swallowed loudly, as if he realized it. “It’s an explanation.” You nodded at his words, and then a sigh escaped your lips. He didn't even understand why he told you all this, but he was starting to feel really stupid for putting so much pressure on you. He was really used to it because he needed everything to be perfect, just the way it should be.

“You should go home, It’s late.” He broke the silence between you and without further hesitation you left his office, grabbed your things and got out of the building. You needed to go home, lie down on the couch and relax a bit. You were glad that it was finally the weekend, because at least then you had some time off and could spend more time with Eun.

When you got home, Eun was already asleep when you went to look in his room. His favorite stuffed animal cuddled up to his chest, you leaned over and left a gentle kiss on his forehead. As you left his room, you looked at him one last time and directed your steps to the kitchen, where your friend was sitting.

“Sleeping?” She asked quietly and you nodded at her question and sat down on the chair next to her, but your gaze then fell on the bottle of wine and two glasses that were placed right next to the bottle.

“What’s this for?” You gave her a confused look and she immediately reached for the bottle of wine and opened it.

“Well, I thought you should relax a little so…” As she spoke, she poured wine into both of your glasses and you laughed at her gesture.

“Thank you, Annie.” You didn’t even know how to thank her. She always took care of Eun as if he were her own and was always there for you in difficult times. You and Annie had known each other since high school, and she was your only friend. I mean, you had a lot of friends but she stuck by you despite it all. “I don’t even know how should I thank you for all of this.” You finished with a nervous sigh.

“Don’t thank me y/n, drink.” Annie gave you a smile and handed you a glass of wine, which you smiled at. You took the glass in your hand and together with Annie you made a small toast. Then you both drank and the taste of alcohol passed through your throat. You didn’t drink very often, but today you needed it. You were exhausted and Annie could see it in you a lot. Work was draining you more and more, and maybe that’s why you got so drunk today. You and Annie drank a whole bottle of wine and talked, reminiscing about old times and laughing at various silly things.

“So, tell me about that handsome boss of yours.” Annie asked from over the glass and you froze at her words.

“He is such an ass.” It came out of your mouth in annoyance and you leaned back against the chair more, while Annie leaned closer to you, curious.

“Why? Is he giving you a hard time?” Annie saw how tired you were walking home from work and it was getting worse and worse every day.

“Yeah, today I snapped at him because he finds every one stupid mistake, never thanks for everything and most of that look he gives me everytime…”

“Look? What look?” She didn’t understand your words and so she asked.

“I don’t know he just looks at me with so serious look and it just pisses me off. Most of all he is so handsome and it’s hard to concentrate on things-“

“So you find him attractive?” She interrupted you and you froze at her question. Do you find him attractive? No, definitely not. He's your boss, for God's sake, but he is really very handsome, but his behavior is probably the worst you've ever seen. He is arrogant and ungrateful.

“No, I don’t. He is my boss, Annie!” You said with a disgusted expression, but Annie chuckled at you. She didn't believe a word you said.

“Come on, admit it! You were just talking about how handsome he is. It’s not anything bad, y/n.” Annie shook her head at you, she knew you found him handsome but you didn’t want to admit it because you took it as something terrifying. Why would you find your boss attractive?

“I-…” You froze because she was right. It’s true that you said he was really handsome but there was something about him that didn’t sit right with you. He was too withdrawn but his charisma was felt from a distance. “Okay, fine I admit.” you admitted but stuck out a defiant finger. “But! I am not like me colleagues who say inappropriate stuff about him.” Your words were serious, as if you were scolding them for it and Annie laughed too loudly at your words.

“Oh don’t tell me you wouldn’t.” She raised an eyebrow and gave you a small smile. You immediately slapped her on the shoulder and took a sip from your wine, trying to move on to another topic.

“Well, I wouldn’t… let’s just not talk about my fucking boss.” Annie pursed her lips at your comment and then leaned closer to you, as if trying to accuse you of something. At that moment, you heard small footsteps and a soft voice that threw you off balance.

“Mommy…” You immediately put down your wine glass and stood up. Eun walked over to you and rubbed his tired eyes.

“Sorry, honey. Did we wake you up?” You asked fearfully, while Eun crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Annie.

“Yeah, auntie Annie is laughing so loud.” He remarked and you chuckled at his words, Annie dramatically clutched her heart and said, “That was offensive.” Eun laughed at her words and her dramatic act as you gently stroked his head.

“Let’s go to bed, alright?” You announced and grabbed his hand, but he immediately flinched and pressed his lips into a thin line, his eyebrows furrowed.

“No. I am not tired anymore.” Eun shook his head angrily and you let out a tired sigh as Annie sipped her wine and watched the situation.

“Well…” You started to think about how to convince him to go to bed again. “What if we go on a shopping tomorrow, I will buy you some lego or anything you want. What do you say about that?” His eyes immediately widened and a huge smile appeared on his face.

“Yeah, okay!” He said with an excited tone of voice and immediately turned around and walked back to his room with an excited step. When Eun disappeared from your sight, you sat down tiredly on the chair again and rested your head on your hand.

“You know that you will have to go tomorrow or he won’t leave you alone.” Annie said and blinked a few times, as if she wasn’t sure if you knew what you had promised the little boy.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Eun, put that down.” You said threateningly while Eun was playing with some glass. He ignored your words and looked at the glass, and you already saw the worst scenario.

“Whyy?” He asked incomprehensibly, eyebrows furrowed. A tired sigh escaped your lips and you nervously ran a hand through your hair. You were tired. You really weren’t in the mood to go anywhere today, but Eun pulled you out with the fact that you promised him last night and oh, how you cursed yourself. Although it’s probably a good thing, because you needed to go shopping anyway but you didn’t expect Eun to show up in your room at 8AM.

“Because I said so.” You said and Eun pursed his lips, but he still didn’t listen to you. “Eun, if you-“

“You should listen to your mom, buddy.” A familiar male voice called out, taking Eun’s glass and returning it to its original place. Eun blinked at him confused and stared at him without a word. You swallowed loudly when you saw a familiar person standing in front of you. It was strange to see him in something other than a suit. He seemed different. So casual… He was wearing black sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt, his hair was a little messy and one corner of his mouth was slightly raised.

When Hongjoong turned around and saw you standing there, he was surprised. He had no idea you had a son. He blinked a few times to make sure he was seeing correctly, but then he cleared his throat.

“Morning, miss y/l/n.” He greeted you and Eun immediately ran over to you and grabbed your hand, since he didn’t recognize the man at all.

“Morning, sir.” You nodded your head at his greeting and bit the inside of your cheek. Eun watched as you looked at each other without a word and found it quite strange.

“Mommy, is that the guy you called a handsome but he is also such an ass-“ Your eyes widened at Eun’s words and you immediately interrupted him with a fake smile.

“No, no, honey. That’s um…” You wondered what to say, but Hongjoong chuckled at the situation. You were surprised because you were expecting any reaction but not this one…

“What’s your name buddy?” He bent down to be at his level and gave him a sweet smile.

“Eun…” Eun nervously let out and held your hand tighter. This whole situation was surprising to you because you didn’t expect it at all. You didn’t expect to meet him completely out of the blue in a store and for him to be so… nice?

“Well, Eun you should listen to your mom.” Hongjoong shifted his gaze from Eun to you and you blinked a few times. He fixed his hair, which was falling into his face and then stood up, but before that he stroked Eun's hair, which made Eun smile a little.

“Have a nice day, miss y/n.” With those words he left and you stood there like a stone, expecting anything but this. You found it strange that he was acting so nice, but honestly not even Hongjoong himself knew why he had changed his behavior towards you.

Well, when you snapped at him so angrily that day, he began to realize that maybe he really had overdone it. That maybe he really shouldn't have put so much pressure on you right from the start and should have taken it easier on you. But now that he found out you had a child, he realized it even more. He realized why you were so incredibly exhausted and that sometimes you needed to leave work earlier than you should have. But still, you always came on time, you tried your best and he just teased you and always looked for the biggest flaws in you. Hongjoong thought about it all evening, even the whole weekend. His thoughts were always running to you and how you were coping. You didn't look like you had a husband, because if you did, you wouldn't be walking around so exhausted and nervous, right?

The weekend went by so fast and you were back here. You were sitting in your chair, your attention focused on your computer. Right after the weekend, you expected your boss to come in with a lot of things he needed you to do, but the opposite was true. He only came in with words, saying that he only needed to do a few documents and files for tomorrow's conference. If you were to tell the truth, you were surprised because right from the morning he was nice for some strange reason. Like, not that he smiled, but you could feel a different energy from him and he started to notice the things you do more, to thank you for them. He even thanked you for the coffee you made him this morning, which he never did before. Maybe he really came to his senses and realized that he was wrong.

It was late and you were still sitting on your chair, your eyes fixed on the computer trying to get things done for tomorrow so that you would have less work. It was just you in the building, and probably him, since you didn’t see him coming out. A small sigh escaped your lips and you rested your head on your hand tiredly, just then the door to his office opened and his eyes fell on you. He stopped, standing in the doorway and looked at you, at first without saying a word but then he spoke.

“I thought you went home, y/l/n.” He said as he put on his long black coat, it was strange to see him in a suit and dressed so formally now when you had seen him dressed so normally on Saturday…

“Well, I wanted to finish these files for tomorrow.” You announced to him with a small sigh and he nodded at your words. Hongjoong saw that you were tired, he saw the small circles under your eyes and he also saw how your eyes were almost closing.

“I didn’t know you had a son.” It came out of his lips and you looked at him from the computer. “How old is he?” He added and at first you stared at him incomprehensibly. Why was he suddenly asking so much and becoming interested. It didn’t sit well with you at all but you answered him anyway.

“He turns 5 this year.” You couldn’t help but notice how Hongjoong smiled softly.

“He seems like a good kid.” He admitted, and you nodded your head in agreement but a small, vague sigh escaped your lips.

“Yeah, he is. Well most of the time.” You laughed a little and Hongjoong moved closer to your desk, arms crossed over his chest.

“How so?”

“Sometimes he’s full of energy, always asking why about everything and I can’t handle him, but that’s how all kids are.” Hongjoong got a little serious because his predispositions were confirmed, that it was just you and Eun, no one else.

“He doesn’t have a father?” You were taken aback by his question and your lips made a thin line. His expression was serious… too serious, more serious than ever before.

"He has, but his father is just..." You began to wonder how to properly express what he really is like.

“Asshole, like me?”

“Yes, I mean like- no, not you! You are not a complete asshole.” He laughed at your words because he saw how you took his words seriously. But then you laughed too. It was strange because the atmosphere between you was more pleasant than ever before and Hongjoong felt like he was enjoying your company. After so many years, he felt better again, relaxed.

“I was just messing with you.” He admitted and then redirected his gaze from you to the watch on his wrist. “It’s late, your son must be waiting for you.” You nodded at his words because he was right, Eun had already called you from Annie’s cell phone an hour ago to ask when you would be home.

“Go home, y/l/n.”

When you got home, Eun immediately greeted you in his dinosaur pajamas. He wrapped his arms around your neck and hugged you tightly.

“I missed you!” He murmured into your shoulder and you pulled him closer and closed your eyes. The smell of baby shampoo and cream that smelled like honey immediately hit your nose.

“I missed you too, honey.” Eun pulled away from you and you stroked his hair, while Annie leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her chest, watching both of you

“Annie bought me a dinosaur nuggets!” His eyes lit up when he told you and you giggled at him.

“Yeah, he ate all of it. Even mine!” Annie said sarcastically and touched her forehead dramatically, but Eun wrinkled his nose at her remark and said: “You said that you were full!” He folded his arms across his chest and you shook your head at the whole thing. Oh, how you loved him. Eun was truly your happiness, you couldn't really imagine life without him. Even though you always had a hard time with Eun, you tried your best. But you weren't always a good mother to him…

“Rough day?” Annie asked when you left Eun's room, you sat down on a chair tiredly and sighed. You crossed your legs and tried to relax a little.

“It had been worse.” You admitted and Annie nodded at your words.

“Eun told me about how you met your handsome boss in the store.” You suddenly froze at her words, she was really starting to do it again. You didn't know why Annie kept talking about your boss at every opportunity.

“Yeah? What did he say?” You asked her curiously.

“Well…” She pursed her lips and started thinking about how Eun had said it exactly. "He told me and I quote we saw that handsome man, you and mommy were talking about and she was blushing reallyyyy ha-."

“Annie!” Immediately, you slapped her on the shoulder as she started to make fun of it.

“Just kidding.” Annie laughed at your exaggerated scared reaction. “He said that he patted his head and that he looked kind.” She admitted and you let out a sigh and started to think about if you should say to Annie about how he had changed his behavior towards you. As you were thinking deeply, Annie noticed and tilted her head to the side, curious.

“He acted weird today, he thanked me for his coffee this morning.” She raised an eyebrow at your words. What does it mean that he thanked you for his coffee? Isn’t that what a normal person does? “Stop looking at me like that! He never thanks for anything so it seemed weird to me…” Annie grabbed her forehead and started to laugh at you. It was funny to watch you get nervous for nothing.

“Right, y/n.” She said and you just rolled your eyes at her.

“And he asked about Eun, which is even weirder, don’t you think?” She added and Annie shrugged at that, she found it strange, but in a good way.

“Maybe he just wanted to know more or he wanted to show you that he cares a little?” Annie suggested and you shook your head. Of course not. You don't even really know each other, so why should he show you that he cares a little? You didn't understand where Annie was going with those words... But when you were about to say something, your phone rang. Your phone was lying on the table in front of you, so you picked it up and stared at the screen in surprise.

“Evening miss. Y/l/n, this is Mr. Kim. Sorry to bother so late, but I would like for you to go to that conference tomorrow if you have time. I know you probably have to be with your son, but I would really appreciate it if you would be able to come, besides you are my personal assistant...”

You were surprised by his message, because you expected everything, but not this.

“What?” Annie asked incomprehensibly, when she saw your surprised expression. You grabbed your phone and showed it to her, her eyes immediately widened in surprise and one corner of her mouth slightly lifted.

“Text him that you have time.” She announced for you and you shook your head at her.

“No, I promised Eun-“

“Oh come on! You are going, no excuses.” You didn’t even get to finish because Annie interrupted you, a small sigh escaping your lips. It was really useless to protest because if Annie announced something, then so be it.

“Good Evening, mr. Kim. Thank you for this kind offer, you are not bothering at all. We will see each other there :).”

You arrived at the conference in a black tight dress that hugged every curve of yours. When you entered the room, Hongjoong was already standing there. His eyes widened when he saw you, you were really pretty, he had no doubt about that, but when he saw you in that dress, something woke up in him. You walked towards him slowly, your heels bouncing off the floor and his eyes looking you up and down.

“Glad you accepted the offer.” He said when you found yourself in front of him. He was wearing a black suit as usual, his hair was styled back and he had a neutral expression on his face as usual. You smiled at his words and nodded, you gripped the bag you were holding tighter and the nervousness in you increased a bit. Why did you feel so strange and nervous around him? You didn’t understand what was happening.

To lighten the mood, you started looking around the room. There were too many people at the conference, which you had expected, but you didn't expect to meet Eun's father there. You made eye contact with him, but you immediately broke it and turned back towards Hongjoong, who had noticed your strange expression. He also started looking around the room and when he noticed a man who was slightly younger than him, with similar features to Eun, he knew who it was. His brown hair was styled to the side and a strange fake smile played on his features.

“Long time no see.” He spoke and you rolled your eyes at his presence, turning around and giving him a fake smile.

“Hi, Min-jun.” You replied back and Hongjoong crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes measuring Min-jun as if he was evaluating him. He had a hunch that it was Eun’s father one hundred percent, and it was confirmed.

“Where is Eun? Did you leave him alone again?” He spoke teasingly, putting his hands in his pants pockets and tilting his head to the side. You glared at his words and furrowed your eyebrows.

“No, I would never let Eun home alone. He is with Annie.” Min-jun nodded and opened his mouth slightly, as if he was about to say something, but then his gaze fell on the blond man who stood next to you like some kind of bodyguard.

“Your new boyfriend?” You didn’t understand his question and so you raised your eyebrows.

“What?” You didn’t understand what he meant, but when Min-jun was about to repeat the question, Hongjoong placed his hand on your waist and pulled you closer. Your eyes widened at his gesture, and heat entered your cheeks. Your back was gently touching his chest and you could feel his breath on your neck.

“Problem?” Hongjoong said in a sharp warning voice and Min-jun put his hands in a defensive gesture and chuckled.

“I am Min-jun, her ex-boyfriend and father of-“

“I know.” He interrupted him and looked at him and then at his hand, which was stuck out with a hint of shaking. Hongjoong rejected his hand and Min-jun just nodded and pulled his hand away and crossed both his arms over his chest. You swallowed loudly at this situation and felt the intensity between them rise, so you eased it up a bit.

“Well, have a great night.” You let out with a sigh and then left with Hongjoong. Min-jun watched as you walked over to the waitress together and both of you took the champagne from her. You put the champagne to your lips and leaned your body against the bar, watching Min-jun walk after the unknown woman.

“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” Out of nowhere, Hongjoong spoke and you shifted your gaze from Min-jun to him, your cheeks still slightly red.

“W-what?” You asked in a nervous voice, as if you weren’t sure if you heard what he said correctly.

“About grabbing you by your waist and pulling you closer…” He hinted at the previous situation and you shook your head.

“It’s fine… thank you.” You gave him a sweet smile, and he took a sip of his champagne and leaned right next to you. His gaze was fixed infront of him beforehand, but then he shifted it to you. He could see from your expression that you were stressed and angry at the same time, he couldn’t help it and that’s why he asked.

“Is everything alright?” His voice was quiet as if he was afraid to ask, but his curiosity was greater.

“Yes, It’s just…” you let out a nervous sigh. “We’re just arguing with Min-jun about the custody of Eun.” Hongjoong could hear the worry in your voice, so he put his hand on your shoulder and gently stroked you.

“Don’t worry about it…” Hongjoong’s words were sincere and it felt quite strange to you. He was kind, attentive and everything he wasn’t before. It felt unreal to you.

“Why are you so nice all of sudden?” You couldn’t keep it to yourself any longer, so you asked him, and he was taken aback. He expected you to ask something else or to continue discussing you and Min-jun, but he was wrong. He looked ahead and took a deep breath, and began to think. He didn’t really know, but he felt guilty for pushing you so hard. As he had told you before, but it didn’t seem like you were willing to believe him, even though his words were sincere.

“As I said, Miss y/n. I am not good at people… and since I was young I was taught that everything must be perfect but I shouldn’t have been so hard on you.” A small sigh escaped his lips, your gaze was fixed on him, observing him. You could see from his features that he was really sorry, but you didn't say anything and he continued. “I mean… you are doing great. In everything. You are taking care of your son, you do everything on time and many other things so…” He shifted his gaze to you and for the first time in your life he gave you a kind smile. “Thank you and I am sorry again.”

Your cheeks blushed at his words and you blinked a few times, but then you immediately looked away. You weren't used to such kind words, and not from him like him. Hongjoong was really attractive and his charisma was something you didn't see often, and that was why it was too much to ignore him. You took his words from him differently than when Annie said them to you. You were flattered and that was the worst part.

“It’s my job to do everything you ask for.” You honestly said because it was true, you were his assistant and your job was to do whatever he needed. Hongjoong nodded and took a sip of champagne, then his gaze shifted to the watch on his wrist and he let out a small sigh.

“It should start in 5 minutes.” He announced to you, and he placed the champagne glass he had drunk on the bar and put his hands in his pants pockets. You, who still had a bit of champagne, finished it and placed your glass next to his. Your hands were sweating profusely and you didn’t know why, but you felt nervous. For some strange reason, Hongjoong’s words stuck in your head and you couldn’t get rid of that feeling inside. Your heart was pounding, and your cheeks were probably still slightly red.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome you to this conference. I am extremely pleased that you have come in such large numbers…” You didn't really register the words the man was saying, the only thing you noticed was him. His gaze was fixed in front of him and he was listening intently to the man who was talking about business and today's problems that could affect companies. You should listen, you knew that, but it was impossible.

His hair was slicked back, with every breath and exhale his chest rose and fell, every time he swallowed his adam’s apple bobbed. Hongjoong felt your gaze, he was aware that you were trying to secretly look at him, but honestly it didn't bother him. He was flattered by it, it was clear that most women flirted with him, they looked at him like you did. Well, it was different from you, it felt different. Hongjoong had never focused on you, you were pretty, there was no doubt about that, but he had never paid attention to details like he did today. It was strange because he hadn't felt this way in years. He had had a girlfriend a few years ago, but his heart wasn't pounding as hard as it was right now.

You looked away after a long time, realizing that you were probably looking at him for too long. You took another glass of champagne from the waitress who passed by again and took a sip from it. You weren't planning on getting drunk, but you wanted to relax a little, because when you had at least a little alcohol flowing in your blood, you relaxed. Hongjoong watched you drink glass after glass of champagne out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't say anything until it got to the point where your eyes started to get tired.

“You will be sick tomorrow, miss y/n.” He said warningly, and you waved his hand at him. You didn't like the way he was saying miss to you, it felt strange since you were almost in the same age category. Although actually, he's your superior and it's polite to say miss, sir to each other, right?

“When you call me miss, I feel old.” You admitted, he raised an eyebrow at your announcement.

“Then how should I call you?” He asked curiously, crossing his arms over his chest while you rested your head tiredly on your hands.

“Only y/n, would be nice.” You answered him with a sigh and he chuckled at you. He liked it when you said that.

“Fine, y/n. But you will need to call me by my name too.” Hongjoong would find it strange if he only called you by your name and you called him sir. You shook your head at his words and looked at him.

“No, I can’t… you are my superior.” You pointed your finger as if stating a fact and he laughed, a genuine laugh that pleased you.

“And? Is that a problem?” He asked normally, as if it didn’t matter at all. And honestly, Hongjoong really didn’t care…

“Well…” you started to think and turned towards him more. “Yeah. I mean what would colleges think when I would call you Hongjoong.” You said his name for the first time and it warmed his heart.

“What would you like them to think?” You were taken aback by his question and you opened your mouth but then you closed it immediately. Hongjoong noticed how you suddenly became quiet and how your cheeks turned red, he wanted to tease you a little but when you said this he remained silent and just followed you; “It’s late, we should go.”

With those words, you both left the building and got in the car. Hongjoong offered to drive you home, since he was here by car and didn’t want to let you go home alone so late at night. The drive to your house wasn’t too long, but you were both silent the whole time. You, who was still thinking about his question, let out a small sigh. You didn’t understand where he was going with that, but his expression was strange, something you didn’t often see in him. Hongjoong, like a proper and helpful guy, walked you to the front door. You opened it, but you stopped before you stepped inside completely and turned towards him.

“Honestly, I would like them to think that we are friends.” He raised an eyebrow at your words, because he didn’t understand why you’d just blurted that out of nowhere. But then it hit him. “But that would be inappropriate, wouldn’t it?” You swallowed loudly and Hongjoong put his hands in his pants pockets.

“I thought that we were already friends?” He asked you and you chuckled at his question.

“Well, technically I would say that you are my superior? And I am your assistant…?” You laughed to yourself and leaned against the door frame. Hongjoong lifted one corner of his mouth, and watched you with his eyes.

“Well, then let’s be friends, y/n.” He let out with a sigh and you nodded at his words.

“Okay, sir.” He furrowed his eyebrows at your nickname.

“Hongjoong.”

“What?”

“Only Hongjoong.” You laughed at his serious expression and he started laughing too. His eyes then started to run over your features, as if he wanted to remember every little detail. He noticed a small strand of hair sticking out of your face and so he leaned down and tucked it behind your ear. His finger gently touched your cheek, which your body immediately reacted to and a slight chill ran down your spine. His eyes stared into yours, as if making sure you were okay with it, that you didn’t mind his finger brushing your cheek.

Hongjoong didn’t even know why he was doing it and why he took a small step forward to be a little closer to you, but something deep down inside him was telling him to take one more step forward. And so he did, until your bodies were almost touching against each other. His close presence made your breath catch and your body tremble a bit. His eyes slid to your pink lips, which were slightly parted, he placed his hand on your cheek and you swallowed loudly. Hongjoong leaned in a little closer, your lips almost touching. You both knew it was wrong but the strange thing was that you both wanted it just as much.

And so he pressed his lips to yours and you didn’t protest. You wrapped both your arms around his neck, and he redirected his hands to your hips, and started to guide you inwards. He closed the front door behind him with his foot and pinned you against the wall, the kiss was gentle at first, but then it started to become more dominant and chaotic. He rested one hand on the wall right next to your head, while he left the other on your hip. A small sigh escaped your lips and Hongjoong took it as a good opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth.

His tongue broke inside your mouth and you didn't mind, your tongues touched each other and the intensity between you increased. He pressed his body closer to yours, as if that wasn't enough for him. He wanted to be closer, as close to you as he could. You knew that you might regret it tomorrow and that this whole thing was wrong, but your desire for him was greater than usual.

"Mom?" A boy's voice called out, and you stopped there, but his hand remained on your hip. The light came on and Eun stood in the hallway, with sleepy eyes, messy hair, and his favorite pajamas. Hongjoong pulled away from you at that moment and cleared his throat, nervously.

The next day, when you came to work, you didn't talk about it, or rather, you didn't even look at each other. Your head was like in another dimension, a cruel pain accompanied you almost the whole day, until he appeared at your desk, with a pill in his hand and a glass of water. You were surprised by his gesture, but you didn't protest and accepted it. Then, without another word, he left and you felt strange and uncomfortable. You felt like he was doing the same thing again, ignoring you, but his gestures and the occasional glance at you said something different.

And so, when everyone on your floor had left, you headed for his office. You didn't even bother to knock, you just burst in with the door open, and he immediately shifted his gaze from the papers to you. His eyebrows were slightly raised, his hair fixed back, and he had a puzzled expression on his face.

“Can we talk?” You asked him urgently, fiddling with your fingers nervously.

“I am listening.” He put the papers aside and rested his head thoughtfully on his hands, his eyebrows still raised. You closed the door behind you and walked over to him to be a little closer.

“What happened last night was wrong and inappropriate.” You started to speak and then something seemed to stab Hongjoong right in the heart. He had known you would come up with something like this but he hadn’t expected it to shock him so much. He didn’t want to hear it, he really didn’t. It was wrong, but he wanted it. He wanted you. “and It shouldn’t have happened because…” you took a deep breath and your eyes met and all the words seemed to get stuck in your throat.

“Do you really think that?” When he saw that you had stopped talking and remained silent, as if you weren’t even sure what you were saying, he asked.

“What?” You didn’t quite understand his question, so you asked him, while he stood up from his chair and walked to the other side of the table, right across from you. He leaned his body against the table and tilted his head to the right, curious how you would answer him.

“Do you really think that it shouldn’t have happened?” He expanded the sentence further and you were shocked. You didn’t expect him to ask such a question, at first you remained silent because you didn’t even think about it the first time. Do you really think so? Was it really a mistake? If yes, then why couldn’t you stop thinking about his lips brushing against yours. How gentle his touch had been.

“Yes. I think it was inappropriate because you are my boss and I am your assistant. We should keep things professional.” He nodded at your words and put his hands in his pockets, his lips in a thin line and you swallowed nervously.

“Professional, right.” He repeated it quietly, as if he was saying it to himself. But then your words from yesterday hit him in the head. “So we aren’t even friends?”

“Friends?” You asked him incomprehensibly, but then it dawned on you. “Well, I-…” You were kind of stuck, not even knowing what you wanted. You were lost in your own words and Hongjoong saw it in you. “We can be friends, but only outside of work.” You emphasized and he nodded, pushed himself away from the table and sat back down on the chair, without another word he turned his attention back to the papers, while you stood in front of him, thinking. You saw something strange in his expression.

He looked surprised, angry at the same time. Maybe he was angry about that kiss that you said it was wrong? You thought for a moment, but then you immediately put the thoughts aside. No, that can't be true, you thought, and then you turned and walked to the door. You grabbed the door handle and opened the door, you looked at Hongjoong one last time who was still staring at his papers and then you stepped out of his office and closed the door behind you.

As soon as you disappeared behind the door, Hongjoong let out a long sigh. He chuckled and shook his head at your words, while the scene from yesterday kept replaying in his head. He realized that you were right, but he didn't like how lightly you said it to him, as if it really didn't mean anything. But honestly, for him, it was something special. After so many years, he felt that it was different. Your lips felt different, your body pressed against his felt different. Hongjoong ran a hand through his hair and leaned deeper into the chair to feel more comfortable.

“Fuck…” He let out a nervous sigh, trying to push away thoughts of yesterday. He really didn't want to forget. The concept of friends wasn't enough for him, he wanted more. He needed more.

On the other side, when you slammed the door shut behind you, you ran a hand through your hair and closed your eyes for a brief moment. Damn it. This whole thing is weird. Friends? You realized it was your idea, but it was more like the alcohol last night talking for you. You've known each other not too long to deepen your relationship. Shit, he's your boss, you shouldn't even be thinking about it. God, you shouldn't even be thinking about something like this. Kissing your boss? His gaze on you at every opportunity and the other way around? It was wrong and you both knew it, but still you stared at each other.

You had been watching each other from a distance for a few weeks. Every time your eyes met, you would immediately look away, but he didn't. Hongjoong continued to look at you and observe you. He watched you work at the computer, laugh with your colleagues while drinking your morning coffee. He watched some colleague try to get your attention but you always just brushed him off, which made Hongjoong's lips twitch into a small smile, even though he actually ended up almost the same…

On the one hand, Hongjoong understood you, and even understood that it was unprofessional. But the desire for you and your touch, for your lips, grew every day when you passed him. Your black skirt to mid-thighs and the white blouse you always usually wear. Your vanilla scent that always hit his nose every time you passed by him…

“Ms. y/n.” He opened the door from his office and started to look around the room, but his eyes immediately fell on the familiar little boy who was running around the tables with a toy. “Hey, Hey, slow down.” Hongjoong put his hand on his shoulder to stop him from running and Eun raised an eyebrow. At first he glanced at him, because he didn’t recognize the man in front of him, but then it dawned on him. He stared at him without a word, while Hongjoong tried to find you in the room, but in vain.

“You can’t run around like that, you could hurt yourself.” He warned him and Eun put his lips in a thin line and looked down at the ground. Hongjoong could tell from his expression that he was sad about something.

“Where is your mom?” He asked, his eyebrows slightly raised, his hand still resting on Eun’s shoulder.

“She went to the bathroom… she doesn’t want to play with me.” Eun admitted in a sad voice and Hongjoong sighed at that. He bent down to his level and gave him a sweet smile.

“What if I played with you?” Eun looked up at him and his eyes widened.

“You would do that?” He asked him back excitedly and Hongjoong chuckled. When Eun smiled, he saw you in him.

“Yeah, of course.” Eun jumped into the air excitedly and immediately grabbed his hand.

When you came back from the bathroom and Eun was nowhere to be found, you started to panic. Yes, it was wrong to bring him here, but you had no choice. Annie was busy today and you had no choice but to take him with you. Your nervousness rose, you walked the entire floor above and below you and Eun was still nowhere to be found. Your only option was that he might be in your boss's office, but that would be strange. Besides, if he found out, you'd probably get fired...

At first you nervously gripped the doorknob, but you took a deep breath and opened the door. As soon as your eyes caught sight of Eun sitting on the carpet playing with dinosaurs with Hongjoong, you blinked a few times to make sure you were seeing correctly. Hongjoong had a big smile on his face, the kind you had never seen before and Eun laughed at the stupid things Hongjoong was doing, but then his eyes fell on you. He immediately put the toy on the ground and quickly ran after you.

“Mommy!” Came out of his lips and he immediately gave you a deep hug. Hongjoong stood up and cleared his throat, his gaze fixed on the two of you.

“You scared me, Eun. What did I tell you?” You bent down to be on his level as he pulled away from you and you pointed a threatening finger at him.

“I’m sorry mommy, but Hongjoong offered to play with me.” Eun pointed his finger at Hongjoong, who had his hands folded in his pants pockets and his expression neutral as usual, but when Eun smiled at him, he smiled too.

“He did?” You asked with a surprised expression and Eun nodded with a huge smile. You stood up and cleared your throat, placing one hand on Eun's shoulder and swallowing loudly.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have brought him here, but I couldn’t have let him home alone…” you admitted your mistake and Hongjoong leaned against his desk, hands still in his pockets. “And I understand if you want to fire-“

“No, I don’t want to fire you, ms. Y/n, but next time let me know that Eun is here.” He interrupted you immediately and you opened your mouth as if you were going to say something, but then you immediately closed it. You were surprised by his pleasant reaction, but it didn't bother you. You were very grateful that he didn't react differently, because most people would have reacted badly to this situation.

A week passed since this incident and Eun came to work with you more and more often because he liked to play with Hongjoong. Hongjoong didn't mind at all, he liked to spend time with Eun. Eun started to treat him like his own father, he felt safe with him and he was like his father figure. When you sometimes ran into the office to look at them, the corners of your mouth always twitched into a small smile. It was very nice, but over time your colleagues started to think strange things that you talked them out of, saying that they weren't true. Sentences like, he's his son, you're using him, you're sleeping with him and the like.

Hongjoong knew about this situation and also what was being said about him and about you. But he didn't think it was very important because he himself knew how it really was and didn't need to prove it to anyone. One day, Eun had a performance at the kindergarten and Hongjoong came because Eun wanted to. At first, you didn't really agree with it, but when you saw how Eun was begging and how much Hongjoong cared about him, you agreed. During the performance, Hongjoong watched Eun with a smile on his face, he didn't even know why the little boy had grown so close to his heart. In fact, you didn't understand why he treated him like he was his own son, but if you were to tell the truth, you felt relieved.

Eun's father had never been interested in him, even when you fought for custody, so over time, Eun's father realized that he didn't have time for him and that it was useless. You kept glancing from your son to Hongjoong throughout the entire performance. You could tell from his expression that he was happy and feeling relaxed. He was wearing a suit as usual, his hair slicked back. The corners of your mouth were breaking from the way he looked at Eun, your heart skipped a beat every time he gave him a thumbs up during the performance. But then your thoughts had gone where they shouldn’t have… your heart had skipped a beat for more often when you saw him, your hands sweating profusely and you felt more and more nervous around him.

At first you blamed it on that kiss after the conference, but after a while you realized that it wasn’t just that kiss. He could only make you smile by when he always asked, do you need anything? Or when he said dumb thank you with a sweet smile. What you two said about being friends was true. Outside of work, he usually came to your place and spent most of his time with Eun. Your friend Annie found it very strange, and to be honest, you too, but you couldn't resist seeing how happy Eun was.

You and Hongjoong always had the usual conversation, you talked about anything, you felt good around him even though sometimes you got quite nervous when you started to realize your feelings for him. And that's how you felt right now, sitting next to him during the performance… So as soon as the performance ended, you went to the small table where there were snacks and drinks for the parents after the performance. You immediately took a glass of water in your hand and hoped that you would at least relax a little.

“Y/n!” A familiar female voice came from behind you, which you hated so much. You took a deep breath and turned around. In front of you stood a blonde woman, a little older than you with a fake smile on her face. You hated her from your heart, because she always had some kind of problem with you. Even her son was very mean to Eun.

“Haneul!” You also gave her a fake smile and she also took a glass of water.

“Glad to see you here. How are you doing?” She asked and you raised an eyebrow at her behavior. Haneul was always so annoying.

“I am good thank you.” You answered her briefly, hoping that your conversation would end immediately, but Haneul kept asking.

“I heard that you are working as an assistant for the ATEEZ company.” She took a sip from her glass and you let out a deep sigh. That woman really knows every little detail about you, to the point that you found it creepy.

“Yes, I am.” Haneul nodded at your words and hoped that you would say something more, but when you remained silent, she asked again.

“Do you like it there?” You put the glass of water you finished down on the table, while she watched you with her eyes, waiting for your answer.

“Yeah, It’s kind of tiring but I like it so… can’t complain much.” Haneul fake smiled at your words and started looking around the room as if she was looking for someone. When her eyes fell on the blond man, she flinched.

“Who is that handsome guy you came with? Is he your boyfriend?” You were taken aback by her question and looked back to where she was looking. As soon as you saw Hongjoong talking to Eun and laughing about something, it hit you. So that’s why she came over there and gave you fake smiles.

“He is my…” you cleared your throat and looked back at her, thinking. As you were about to finish saying something, you suddenly felt someone place a hand on your waist, a familiar cologne hit your nose, and you swallowed loudly.

“Can we go honey?” His words surprised you and so did his close presence, a blush immediately entered your cheeks.

“We were just talking about you! I’m Haneul.” She stuck out her hand and Hongjoong just looked at her with his eyes and replied coldly, without interest. When he ignored her, she cleared her throat and immediately put her hand back, feeling embarrassed.

“I’m Hongjoong, y/n’s boyfriend.” Haneul was surprised by what he said, she didn’t expect that you would find someone as charming and handsome as him. “Can we go now? Eun wants to get ice cream.” He whispered in your ear, which immediately sent a chill down your spine. Hongjoong saw how your body reacted to him, but he just smiled, his hand still resting on your waist.

“Well, we need to go. It was nice seeing you Haneul.” You announced to her and gave her a fake smile and she gave you the same. Then, without another word, you left together.

You spent the rest of the day together and when it was getting close to the night you were sitting on the couch. Eun was already asleep leaning against Hongjoong’s shoulder, which made you both smile.

“I’ll move him to bed.” Hongjoong told you and you nodded at his words and smiled at him. Hongjoong picked Eun up and carried him to his room, laid him down and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead. Then he went back to the living room and sat down next to you again, your knees gently brushing against each other, and your heart skipped a beat.

“Did I make you uncomfortable today again?” He broke the awkward silence between you and you shifted your gaze from the TV to him, eyebrows slightly raised. He watched your confused expression with his eyes, his hair was a little messy, which you found very pretty , but then you put those thoughts aside.

“W-what?”

“About saying that I’m your boyfriend.” You opened your mouth slightly and nodded, but then you laughed.

“No It’s fine. It was funny to watch Haneul’s face when you told her that.” You let out a laugh and Hongjoong laughed too. He wanted this moment to last, he felt comfortable and happy with you. He had never felt like this before, he felt like all the bad thoughts would subside with you and that he didn’t feel as alone as usual.

“Yeah it was.” He agreed with you and watched you laugh with his eyes, your eyes slightly closed and you ran a hand through your hair. You turned your head and looked at him, your eye contact intense. For a brief moment, it was as if time stood still around you and all that mattered was him. Hongjoong’s gaze slid from your eyes to your lips, which you noticed. You both leaned a little closer to each other, your lips almost touching. But then Hongjoong pulled away and cleared his throat.

“I should probably go…” You nodded at his announcement and he stood up from the couch. Loudly, you swallowed and closed your eyes for a moment and let out something that made him stop in his tracks.

“Don’t.” You stood up from the couch and he turned to you, while you bit your lower lip nervously. You didn’t want him to go, you wanted him to stay. “Stay.” You muttered to yourself shyly, as if you were afraid of his reaction. Your words surprised him, but he remained silent and then quickly ran towards you, grabbed both of your cheeks and pressed his lips to yours with the words:

“Fuck it.” You were startled by what he did and you froze, but then you kissed him back. Your lips moved in sync, but then he pulled away from you, his hands still resting on your cheeks. He looked deep into your eyes, as if searching for something in them that would tell him to stop.

“Tell me to stop.” He let out a breathless sigh, your chest heaving at an extreme pace and your lips slightly parted. “Tell me to fucking stop, and I will.” You swallowed at his words, but then you wrapped your arms around his neck, and pressed your lips to his again.

“Don’t stop.” You murmured into the kiss and he didn’t need to hear anything more. He moved his hands to your hips and held you tightly. He began to lead you to your bedroom between kisses, your bodies pressed against each other. At first it was a gentle kiss, lovely, but then it started to become more sloppy, dominant. Before he stuck his tongue into your mouth, he ran his tongue over your lower lip, which made you let out a small sigh.

Your hands traveled over his body and so did his too. From your hips, his hands slid to your ass and squeezed it, while you ran your hands over the muscles on his arms. He broke the kiss briefly to pull your shirt off over your head, then quickly returned to kissing you as he unhooked your bra. When his hand touched your back gently a shiver run down your spine which he noticed. He knew what effect he had on you and he enjoyed it. To get a better look he took a step back and admired you.

His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you. Slowly, he lowered his head, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone before moving down to your chest. He looked up at you through his lashes, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

“Are you nervous, momma?” The nickname he gave you surprised you, and he noticed that. You knew that he was only repeating Eun’s nickname but it had awakened something in you.

“Yes.” His smirk widens as you admitted it. Gently he started to press soft kisses on your skin. At first he started at your collarbone, then slowly he moved to your chest and lastly to your belly. Your breath hitched when he pulled your shorts down with his fingers, his movements recalculated and precise as if he knew what kind of effect it had on you.

Hongjoong guided you to bed slowly pushing you down, his body towering over yours. You felt nervous, so you pulled him closer and kissed him deeply, while he pulled your panties down too, leaving you full naked.

Then, he pulled away from your lips and again started to kiss your stomach, your hips and with a slow movements he moved his lips lower, his hot breath touching your bare pussy. "You're so fucking pretty," he murmured, before pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. His hands gripped your hips possessively as you let out a little sigh of a pleasure. You moved your hands to his hairs and pulled him by it slightly which made him let out a moan.

When you suddenly felt him bury his face between your legs, inhaling deeply before placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your most intimate area, your breath hitched again and it sent shivers down your spine. “Spread your legs wider," He murmured, and you did what he said, opening your legs wider for him, giving him more space. His eyes flashed with satisfaction when you listened to his order and he wasted no time, his tongue immediately finding your sensitive bud and circling it slowly. Gently, he sucked, his hands holding your thighs apart to keep you open for him.

"Fuck, you taste so good. " At his words you let out a load moan which made him smirk against your pussy, and you pulled him more closer by his hair. Feeling you pull his hair only encouraged him, spurring him to lap at your sensitive bud more firmly. His tongue flicked and circled, alternating between quick flicks and slow, deliberate licks.

“Hongjoong~” When his name left from your lips it was like a music to his ears. He felt himself harden even more at the sound, his tongue pressing flat against your clit and moving in a side-to-side motion. “You are doing so good, momma.” The nickname sent shivers down your spine once again and he chuckled at that as he also felt you press your pussy between his face more.

“You like that nickname, don't you?" He murmured, before sucking your clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

“Y-yes…” As the pleasure was too much for you, you threw your head back and he in an instant stopped.

“Look at me honey, while I eat you out. Come on.” Hongjoong mumbled against your clit and without another thought you looked at him, his eyes locking into yours hungrily. He smirked slightly, his tongue slowly licking up your slit again.

“Joong~” His eyes flashed with heat as he heard the nickname, his tongue sliding deeper inside you. “P-please.” The pleasure was just too much for you, you couldn’t even get out a proper sentence out of you. But Hongjoong only laughed softly against your skin, the vibration sending shockwaves through your system.

"Too much?" Teasingly he asked, his tongue flicking out to tap against your clit repeatedly. "Poor y/n can't handle dirty talk while getting eaten out." He mocked softly, while you moaned again and again.

“S-shut up.” That’s the only thing you managed to get out and he chuckled again, the sound low and husky. "Make me," he teased, his tongue flattening against your clit and moving in quick, deliberate circles. "Or should I keep talking dirty while I eat this pretty pussy?" He looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust. You were desperate, the dirty talk making you moan more and more and he knew that. And fuck how he enjoyed every bit of it.

“Fuck just shut up and eat me out.” His eyes flashed with heat at your desperate plea, and without another word, he buried his face between your legs once again. His tongue moved with expert precision, licking, sucking, and circling your clit until your legs were shaking and your hands were fisted in his hair. In the room only moan could be heard and the smell of sweat. You were close to the edge and Hongjoong could feel your inner muscles tensing, your moans growing louder. He spread your legs wider apart, feasting on you like a starving man. His tongue moved faster, swirling around your clit before sucking it hard.

Your legs started to shake, your inner thighs squeezing his head tightly. Without another second you came hard on his tongue, trying to catch your breath. Fuck how he loved the taste of you, the sound of your moans.

When he pulled away, he immediately pressed his mouth to yours, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue, sweet and sticky, and your fingers found the hem of his shirt, pulling his shirt off, revealing his toned abs. For a brief moment you pulled away from the kiss, taking a good look at him. Softly you touched his abs and guided your hands lower, which made his breath stop for a slight moment, his abs tightening.

When he felt how you slowly touched the buttons of his jeans he swallowed loudly, his cock twitching. “Fuck, y/n stop teasing me.” His voice was low and desperate, he just wanted you to unbutton his jeans and spread his cock free. “Just fucking pull out my cock and ride me like a good girl you are.” His words were warning which made you swallow loudly and for a while you stopped but then you unbuttoned his jeans and in one swift movement you pulled his jeans and his boxers down, his cock immediately spreading free.

His cock was long and thick, his tip red begging to be touched. Hongjoong saw how you hesitated for a brief moment but then you slowly lifted your hips up and positioned your pussy against his hard cock. First you only let his tip slide inside you and both of you let out a moan in sync, then you pulled yourself down fully, his full cock sliding inside you. His hands immediately found your hips and he grabbed you by them firmly, closing his eyes for a brief moment.

“F-fuck, momma. Feels so good.” At his words a loud moan escaped from your lips once again, you both made eye contact and for a while you just stared at each without a word, both of you remained in your place, then you slowly started to move up and down, trying do adjust to his size. With every move Hongjoong let out a moan, his cock feeling every bit of you. To silent his moans a little you brought your lips to his and kissed him, deeply. Each slow thrust had him seeing stars, your tight pussy gripping him like a vice.

“Faster.” He moaned against your lips and you did what he said, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Feeling your body pressing urgently against him, Hongjoong tilted his head back, letting out a choked groan as you increased your pace. The wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with his strained moans and your muffled gasps against his neck. As the tears starts to well up in your because the pleasure was just too much, you slowed down a little. Hongjoong looked at you confused, grabbing you by your hair gently, making you look right into his eyes.

“Did I tell you to stop?” His voice was low and husky, which made you swallow.

“N-no.”

“Then you better start moving, honey or I swear to god… ” Hongjoong bucked his hips a little to feel you more and you gasped at the feeling.

“What? You will fuck me so good that the only thing I will remember is your name?” Even though you were out of breath, his cock still inside you, you leaned closer to his ear, whispering. “Hm, Hongjoong?” Without another second he grabbed you by your hair again but more firmly.

“Oh, darling. I will do so much worse so don’t tempt me.” He gritted through his teeth, making you swallow your lips opening slightly.

“Then I guess you will have to show me.” Hongjoong let out a laugh and then he flipped you over, pressing your back against the mattress hard, his cock still pulsing inside you. He loomed over you, his eyes blazing with intense desire and something almost possessive. Then he grabbed your legs, hooking them over his shoulders as he thrust into you hard and deep, silencing any further teasing remarks.

“Is this what you wanted?” When he heard your moans louder he asked, a playful smirk on his face. You couldn’t even answer to him, you were just enjoying the pleasure, closing your eyes at the feeling.

“Don’t you fucking dare close your eyes, y/n.” Firmly he grabbed you by your jaw, pulling you closer to his face, your eyes opening immediately. Your eyes met his in an instant and you saw something dark in them. The lust in them and hunger increased with every powerful thrust.

“You know what I want to do?” He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, his voice low and rough. “Fuck… I want to fill up this pussy and make you fucking pregnant with my own child.” His thrusts became more forceful, more demanding, each one punctuated by a low growl. Hongjoong even didn’t know what gotten into him, but fuck he enjoyed time with Eun and he enjoyed watching you take care of him. He wanted his own kid. With you.

At his words your eyes widened, but you couldn’t even let out a single word. Only moans came out of you, your body shivering. He watched your face contort with pleasure, his own face flushed with exertion and desire. He reached down, his hand wrapping around your throat gently as he continued his relentless pace.

"Would you like that? Walking around with my child? Letting know everyone that I fucked you so good.” You moaned, his hand still wrapped around your throat slightly as he leaned down and kissed you deeply once again. The pleasure was too much once again, and he himself knew that when he noticed a small tears running down your cheek. He moved his hand from your throat to your cheek and he caressed it gently, wiping the tears away.

“Say it.” he demanded against your mouth, his voice thick with emotion and desire.

“I-…” You opened your mouth but closed it once again when he thrusted more deeper into you. “Please, Hongjoong…” For a brief moment you squeezed your eyes but then you opened them, meeting his. “Fuck, yes I would like that…” A shuddering groan tore from his throat as you spoke those eagerly awaited words. His thrusts became erratic, chasing his impending release.

“I’m-I’m close, Hongjoong.” He could tell, he felt your inner walls tightening once again around his cock.

“I-I know, fuck you feel so good, y/n.” Your legs started to shake as you felt being closer to the edge, you felt his cock hitting every right spot inside you, which made you roll your eyes back every time.

“Hongjoong~.” His name falling from your lips pushed him over the edge. With a final deep thrust, he came undone, emptying himself inside you. Right after that you came too, both of you moaning loudly. You were out of your breath and so was Hongjoong, he gently pressed his forehead against yours, looking deeply into your eyes as if he was searching for something in them.

“I love you, y/n.” His words surprised you greatly, but you kissed him and gave him a small smile.

“I love you too.”

The next morning you woke up early, you were in the kitchen making breakfast that filled the whole house with a delicious aroma. Eun appeared right after, in his pajamas, his eyes still sleepy but a smile on his face.

“What’s for breakfast, mommy?” He asked you and as you were about to answer him, a man’s arms wrapped around your waist, his hot breath touching your ear, whispering words that sent shivers down your spine and reminded you of last night.

“Yeah, what’s for breakfast, mommy?”

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