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meadowfics · 3 months ago

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your first daughter

park yeon-jin x jeon jae-joon x f!mother!reader

you raise a girl that was never biologically yours

warnings: reciprocal IVF! na-ri is biologically yeon-jin's, but you carried her. yeon-jin having an affair with you. jae-joon being jae-joon.

you knew from the beginning that you were making a mistake but you did it anyway.

you had always wanted a child. a piece of yourself to love, to raise, to nurture into the world. however, your body alone wasn’t enough. you needed something more, something to bring that dream into reality.

you had always known you couldn't have children of your own. the doctors told you when you were sixteen that it was infertility, an unchangeable fate, a cruel twist of biology that left you longing for something you could never create alone.

for eighteen years, through tangled emotions and reckless choices, you had been caught in something just as inescapable…a love triangle with park yeon-jin and jeon jae-joon.

it started in high school, where obsession and rivalry blurred into something neither of them could name. even as you all grew older, even as the world changed around you, neither of them ever truly let you go.

in the end, it was her, yeon-jin, who gave you the one thing you thought you could never have. yeon-jin had offered so casually, so easily, like she was handing you something insignificant.

"take one of my eggs," she had said over a glass of wine, her manicured fingers tapping against the stem.

"you’ve always wanted a child, haven’t you?"

you had laughed at first, but the offer lingered, wrapped around your mind like a vice.

in the end, you said yes.

the embryo was created. jae-joon’s sperm, yeon-jin’s egg. however, it was your body that carried her. it was you who felt the kicks of na-ri. it is you who endured the pain, who birthed na-ri into the world and held her against your chest, crying as she wailed for the first time as yeon-jin was beside you the full time.

you raised na-ri. you loved her. you gave her your name.

normally, yeon-jin should have never been a part of the equation but she always had a way of slipping back into your life.

it started with little things.

"you need a night off," she had said, showing up at your door one evening, dressed too nicely for a simple babysitting favor.

"let me watch her."

you should’ve questioned why she was so eager. however, you were exhausted, so you let her in, let her tuck na-ri into bed, let her comb her fingers through the girl’s hair with the kind of gentleness that no one would ever believe yeon-jin possessed.

as the days go on it became routine.

na-ri adored her.

"yeon-jin eomma!" na-ri would squeal, rushing to her the moment she walked in.

you were just, “eomma” but yeon-jin was, “yeon-jin eomma”

yeon-jin would laugh, scoop her up, press a kiss to her forehead.

you should’ve stopped it but you didn’t.

you let her in, let her carve out a space in your daughter’s life, in yours and at night, after na-ri was asleep, yeon-jin didn’t leave.

she stayed.

the woman’s hands traced familiar paths over your skin, her lips pressing against yours with the kind of hunger that felt like possession.

"you love me," she whispered into your mouth.

you never denied it but she never said it back with words.

one night was quiet, the air thick with something unspoken as yeon-jin leans against the doorway of your living room, swirling a glass of wine in her hand. the weather-woman’s eyes flick over the dimly lit space, over the soft glow of the lamp on the coffee table, over you—lounging on the couch, legs curled beneath you, looking at her like she’s the only thing in the world that matters.

"you’re staring," you murmur, lips curving just slightly.

"so?" she counters, voice smooth, controlled, but you see it… you see the way her fingers tighten around the stem of her glass, see the way her shoulders relax in your presence, see the way she lets her guard slip just enough to reveal something real beneath it.

you reach for her, fingers brushing over her wrist, and she sets the glass down before letting you pull her in, let her sink into the warmth of you as she settles beside you on the couch. yeon-jin’s perfume lingers in the air, expensive and familiar, and when her fingers trace up the side of your neck, you shudder beneath her touch.

"you’re too used to getting what you want," you whisper against her lips, teasing.

yeon-jin hums, amusement laced in her breath as she tilts your chin up with two fingers, her mouth hovering just above yours.

"and yet, you always give in to me anyway."

she kisses you then, slow and deep, like she’s trying to brand the taste of her into your mouth. your hands slide into her hair, pulling her closer, letting her melt into you as the world outside disappears, as the only thing that matters is the way she breathes your name between kisses, the way her lips linger against yours, the way she kisses you like she’s afraid to let you go.

she kept coming back, only in the way she watched you when she thought you weren’t looking, only in the way she curled around you in the dark, her breath warm against your shoulder.

"do-yeong doesn’t know," she murmured one night, her fingers trailing over your bare stomach.

"does jae-joon know about us, at least beyond na-ri?" you asked.

the woman’s lips curled against your skin.

"of course," she whispered.

"he always knows."

jae-joon wasn’t an idiot.

you saw it in the way he looked at you, the way he clenched his jaw whenever he saw yeon-jin with na-ri.

the thing is that jae-joon had always been around, in his own way.

unlike with ye-sol, where his presence had to be hidden, where he had to watch from a distance while another man raised his daughter, na-ri knew the truth.

the seven-year-old knew that jae-joon was her biological father, and that alone made him satisfied. no, smug.

he relished in the fact that he didn’t have to play the part of an invisible shadow, that he could be acknowledged in na-ri’s life without secrecy, without shame.

"you doing alright, princess?" jae-joon asked, crouching down to na-ri’s level when he stopped by unannounced, as he often did.

she beamed up at him, a wide, toothy grin that he’d never admit made something warm settle in his chest.

"mmhmm! yeon-jin eomma visited today with eomma."

at that, jae-joon’s expression flickered. the businessman’s lips pressed together, a slight twitch in his jaw.

"did she?"

"she brought me my favorite snacks," na-ri continued, swinging her legs as she sat at the dining table, blissfully unaware of the tension that always seemed to linger when jae-joon’s name and yeon-jin’s name were mentioned in the same breath.

you stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching the interaction unfold. jae-joon always looked at na-ri with something close to pride, something he probably wished he could show to ye-sol too, but never could.

"you know," jae-joon said, standing to his full height and looking at you now, "she’s getting more and more like me every day."

"god forbid," you teased, rolling your eyes.

jae-joon only smirked, pleased, as if it didn’t matter what you said because he had this, and that was enough. he had a daughter who knew who he was, who called him appa, who wasn’t being raised by another man unlike ye-sol.

still, his smirk faltered just a bit when he noticed the way you kept glancing at the clock.

"what, waiting for someone?" he asked, tilting his head.

you didn’t answer, but he already knew.

"she’s got you wrapped around her finger," he muttered, slipping his hands into his pockets.

you should’ve denied it but yeon-jin was already on her way over, and you both knew you weren’t about to stop her.

na-ri didn’t know the truth about having a little sister, neither did ye-sol about having an older sister. if they ever did, if do-yeong ever found out, everything would burn.

still, you let yeon-jin in. still, you kissed her in the dark. still, you loved her.

you were always good at making mistakes and yeon-jin was always good at making you want to.

yeon-jin had everything she wanted. you and jae-joon… two people bound to her in ways that neither of you could untangle yourselves from, no matter how much you hated it.

she loved you in her own way, twisted and consuming, she loved you. she loved jae-joon, too. maybe not in the way he wanted, not in the way that meant he could truly have her to himself, but enough that she never let him go.

enough that you and her let him into na-ri’s life, enough that she let him into her life.

however, there was always him.

do-yeong.

you never said it out loud. neither did jae-joon but you both hated that he was there.

it made you sick…the way he could touch her in the daylight, hold her hand without secrecy, be the perfect, polished husband while you had to keep your place in the dark. and jae-joon? he despised do-yeong for raising ye-sol, for being the father figure to his daughter while jae-joon was forced to lurk in the shadows, pretending he was nothing more than an old acquaintance.

"he doesn’t deserve to be in her life," jae-joon had gritted out once, gripping his glass so tightly you thought it would shatter.

he was talking about ye-sol but you knew, deep down, you both felt the same way about yeon-jin.

"you’re quiet tonight," yeon-jin murmured, sliding into your lap, fingers trailing up your neck.

jae-joon sat across the room, swirling the whiskey in his glass, watching.

you exhaled, your hands instinctively resting on yeon-jin’s waist.

"just thinking," you said.

"about what?" she gives you that smirking look.

you could’ve said na-ri, you could’ve said nothing at all but instead, you tilted your head, your lips brushing against the shell of her ear as you whispered,

"about how much i hate your husband."

jae-joon huffed a quiet laugh from his seat.

yeon-jin only smiled, leaning in closer.

"good," she murmured, "then we have something in common."

masterlist

#park yeon jin x reader #park yeon jin x female reader #lim ji yeon #the glory #the glory x reader #the glory x fem reader #the glory kdrama #kdrama #netflix #netflix original series #netflix korea #jeon jae joon #jeon jae jun #ha do yeong

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number-8-thewriter · 6 months ago

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In a post yesterday I mentioned what if the marigold is unique to the person so then I thought..what if when Ben spiked all drinks it mixed up their powers instead.

Imagine the chaos that would ensue.

Diego gets Klaus’ powers and becomes way more reckless so Klaus has to babysit him. Like a reverse season 1. Diego also comes to understand why Klaus was so destructive. Though, he argues a lot more with the ghosts than Klaus did. Everything’s quiet and then Diego just “WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT ME?!” And everyone just “what”

Klaus has Diego’s. He thinks it’s cool and starts gambling. Basically like “I bet you a 100 bucks I can throw this bottle onto the top of this light post”

Allison gets Viktor’s powers. She’s still angry and bitter but Vik’s powers are all about emotion so she has to learn to regulate herself. She’d also come to understand Viktor better and they could have an actual sibling relationship again.

Vik has Allison’s. I don’t think he’d go too crazy with it but he would definitely accidently activate at the wrong time. Would also be funny if Five got Allison’s powers, only because he would enjoy having everyone actually listen to him for once.

Ben has Luther’s. He’s got a hard time regulating the strength and now he’s exactly like his brother Marcus. Luther tries to offer him advice but he’s like “I GOT IT”..then he accidently destroys a car cause he hit it too hard.

Luther has Ben’s. He’s questioning his reality because now he’s a monkey octopus. “Why do I always have to be the animal?!”

Five has Lila’s so he just copies from whoever has his og power. Except when he wants someone to do something, then he copies Allison’s.

No matter who Lila would get, she would be fine. She’s like “what’s the problem, just USE it?” And she’s the one everyone turns to in order to learn how to use new powers.

⬆️ basically everyone if they were to get into a battle

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