#huimang

[huitangerine]

Hoseok is Home 💕

[jaehyun-updates]

160924 NCT Jaehyun at 10th Green Ribbon Marathon 'Huimang Concert'‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬ © banana fish do not edit, crop, or remove the watermark

[chococara25]

Taking a break from my WIPs for a new WIP 🤦🏻‍♀️

Post movie-verse where Rumi took in Jinu's pets after his death, naming the crow 'Huimang' (Hope) and the cat/tiger 'Sarang' (Love)

Cos I totally can see her doting and taking care of them while they mourned Jinu together 😭😭😭

[semicirclemoon]

bae yumi , a language learning genius, has been accepted into huimang boarding school, an international school based in south korea for the 2022-2026 highschool years. both of her older siblings got in, the baes were raised to be geniuses, they've had personal tutors since they were 2.

yumi wasn't planning to become friends with her housemates, at a school like this, it was important to stay on top of her classes.

But one night, the other three members of Athena house were having a game night, and it . . looked fun. They invited her to join and for the first time in her life, she said yes.

[serendipitous-seven]

huimang's wonder | jung hoseok x f!reader | a serendipitous life series

summary: you and hoseok figure out a way to tell huimang he is going to be a big brother in a language oly your boy of wonder will understand pairing: hobi x f!reader [sunny] tags/warning: pregnancy themes, talks of babies, me trying to write toddler dialogue

a/n: oh oh hello! bear with me friends as I find my groove in writing after many years off <3 this is anon's request i hope you enjoy it my friend ^.^

dad!bts series | a serendipitous life

The sun feels warm against your skin as you lay underneath a large tree, comforting you as a cool breeze brushes through the leaves.

Your eyes are closed, contentment resting on your face. Jovial chatters of your husband and toddler fill the air from a distance as they collect flowers. You chuckle at yourself, knowing full well that Huimang is handing barely sprouted dandelions to Hoseok who pockets them before his palm is too full.

“Mama!” The rasp of your son’s voice catches your ears, springing your head up in response. He stumbles forward as quickly as his feet allow him to while Hoseok strides behind him with a toothy smile. You watch the dandelion between Huimang’s tiny fingers fly away with the afternoon breeze before he can reach you.

“Mama,” he says breathily, “Oh!”

Your husband giggles with you as your son inspects the now bare stem, wondering where the tufts of white fluff have gone. You brush Huimang’s hair out of his face to see his eyes better, “the wind caught it!”

His cheeks are bright pink, and his eyes are confused as he looks around. Hoseok softly pinches Huimang’s cheek. “We can find more later, baby.” He chuckles.

Huimang pouts for a moment, looking to you for reassurance; with a soft laugh and tug at your heart, you soothe his sorrow: “You worked hard, baby. We’ll get another.”

He sighs, dropping the stem before plopping himself into your lap.

You grunt at the pressure against your tummy, repositioning yourself before relaxing back against your husband, who has taken a seat behind you and is holding you in his arms.

In an undertone, you whisper to Hoseok, “Baby moves every time Huimang comes near.” You take his hand and place it against your small bump. He is awed at the feeling of gentle pads against your belly, “she’ll be active,” he suggests, “someone to keep up with this one.”

You roll your eyes laughing softly, “You are so sure the baby is a girl.”

Hoseok shrugs, a thin smile splayed across his lips, “just imagine, Huimang with a little sister.”

“We still need to tell him,” you start, both of you looking down at your son who’s taken to a small pile of leaves, making some sort of fort out of them.

“Huimang-ah,” your husband’s tone is careful but nothing short of love, “can you look at mama and papa?”

Dutifully, your toddler turns in your lap, sparkling eyes now looking up at you. You wonder how your husband will start, how he’ll explain something so intricate in a way that will make sense to such a young, impressionable mind. The thoughts ruminating move you to caress the soft skin of your son’s cheek, the pinkness of face making him look like the angel you are certain he is. He starts to play with your fingers when Hoseok starts.

“Do you know what a baby is, Huimang?” He asks.

Huimang’s bottom lip pops out, head cocked to one side as you watch the wheels turn in his head. You smile, eyes prickling with tears because this little human is yours.

He stews in thought for a moment, interlocking his fingers with yours before continuing, “like baby Jieun-ah!”

Your husband is beside himself, giggling, “smart boy,” he elates, “yes, just like baby Jieun.”

“Remember when Uncle Yoonie and Aunt Kitty brought her over for the first time?” You add.

He nods, “I love Jieun-ah…” He stops and sighs dramatically, “she cries SO much.” His eyes are round like saucers when he looks between the both of you .

“What do you feel when she cries?” You cut in with a chuckle, feeling the silky strands of Huimang’s hair against your fingers.

“Mmm-“ he taps his lips with his pointer finger, “sad.”

Hoseok laments, “Huimang-ah, you feel sad for her?” Huimang nods, a crease forming on his brow when he looks up at his dad.

You smile and your son sighs, “I just want her to be always happy mama, like sh-she makes me happy.”

“Your cousins make you happy, huh baby?” Hoseok grabs Huimang’s hand and gives it a light squeeze.

“Mm-hm,” Huimang nods with certainty, “I love ALL of them.” His eyes avert to your stomach where a fallen leaf has rested. He reaches for it but stops when movement catches his eye.

You bite your lip trying to mask your laughter. Hoseok reaches around and rubs the area on your stomach causing the baby to respond once more, “It’s okay angel, did that scare you?”

He nods precariously, watching the soft strokes Hoseok leaves across your belly; “can you give papa your hand?”

Huimang looks concerned but places his hand in the palm of your husband’s. A memory floods your mind as you remember the first time you saw your newborn’s tiny hand rest inside your husband’s. A feeling you’ve only felt since becoming a mother takes over your body, chills descending your bare arms. Love in the shape of your child.

Huimang’s squeal brings you back to reality, you look down and his hand is gently pressed against the area the baby is now kicking over and over. Hoseok giggles.

“What is that?” Huimang is taken aback. In awe, in fear? You aren’t sure yet.

“That’s a baby.”

Huimang gasps, mouth round with surprise when he looks up at the two of you, “baby?”

You nod, searching his eyes for a tangible emotion, all the while your husband keeps his hand over Huimang’s.

Your son starts to move his fingers, flinching when the baby responds. The two of you watch as he gains confidence, seemingly interacting with each kick or soft jab from the baby.

You moan softly in response to the slight discomfort, “What are you thinking baby?”

Huimang’s touch is innately careful as he scopes the movement, wonder sparkles in his eyes as a small smile ticks the corner of his mouth.

“Is this like when Dae got Jieun-ah?”

You feel the vibration of Hoseok’s tender giggle bellow out, “when he became a big brother.”

Huimang gasps again, starry eyes torn away from the love inside your belly, “this is my Jieun-ah?” His raspy voice calls out with excitement. You reach forward and take your son’s face between your hands, exploding with happiness as you kiss both cheeks, “you’re going to be a big brother, my angel.”

Huimang laughs as your kisses cover his chin and neck, his arms wrapping around yours.

Hoseok leans down, kissing the top of his son’s head, tears lining his eyes. While Huimang celebrates, you take a few seconds for you and your husband to bask in the joy, peppering soft kisses against his lips.

“You think he’ll be upset if baby isn’t a little sister?” You joke.

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[vindicated-truth]

Dongsik finds him at the balcony of their hotel room.

He closes the main entrance door, drops the key card on the desk, and slides open the door to the balcony. He does none of these things quietly, deliberately alerting the other person of his presence.

Han Joowon does not react. Dongsik’s presence isn’t unwelcome then.

He sidles up to him and holds on to the railing, following Joowon’s lead as he surveys the view before them.

The sky above is overcast with fading light, with the sun ready to set beneath the ocean in an hour or so. The temperature is chilly but not cold, and the beachfront breeze is ruffling his hair. There’s a distant peal of laughter in the background, with little kids running around and playing in the sand with their parents.

“Second thoughts?” he asks softly.

A hand immediately slides over to cover his, fingers untangling his hold on the balcony to thread theirs tightly together.

“Never about you.”

Dongsik turns to Joowon then at his earnest declaration and offers him a gentle smile, understanding the deflection for what it is.

He understands Joowon far, far too well—even when Joowon doesn’t understand his own self.

“But you are having second thoughts.”

This time, Joowon hesitates, lips pressed tightly together with a frustration Dongsik knows Joowon doesn’t know how to articulate. Instead, Joowon tugs at Dongsik’s hand on his—and Dongsik, as always, allows himself to be led.

He will always go where Joowon tells him to go.

Which is just as well, as he once again finds himself in his favorite place in the world, safe and warm: wrapped up in Joowon’s arms.

He sighs in contentment, leaning back against Joowon’s taller, sturdier frame as Joowon hooks his chin over Dongsik’s shoulder. “They look happy,” Joowon murmurs, his breath a warm gust of air tickling Dongsik’s ear.

Dongsik follows his gaze—and his mouth quirks in amusement. It isn’t the sound of kids he’s been hearing after all—although by the looks of it, they may as well be children.

Jihoon is barefoot in the sand, screaming in mock-fear as he runs for his life as Jihwa chases after him, brandishing her own shoe at him. It makes Dongsik grin at the all too familiar sight; there had been one too many times when he’d seen Jihwa going after her little brother like this when they were growing up, especially whenever she’d find out that Jihoon had been skipping school for his idol auditions and trainings.

Jaeyi squeals in delight as soon as she catches Jihoon, who realizes far too late that the two women have teamed up against him and Jihwa has in fact been leading Jihoon straight to her. It seems to be a team game of boys versus girls, Dongsik muses, as Gwangyoung himself is running away from Seonnyeo, yelling at her to go after her husband instead.

Dosoo—who until then has been hiding behind where Ohsub is designated with what Dongsik can only assume are babysitting duties, as Huimang intently builds her sandcastle under Ohsub’s watchful eye—swiftly rises and backs away in fear as soon as he locks gazes with his partner.

And with Jihwa’s leading battle cry, all three women begin chasing after Dosoo, as Huimang happily cheers her mother on and Dosoo loudly complains about his kid having a favorite parent.

“They are happy, Joowon-ah.”

Joowon’s arms tighten around his waist.

“Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if—I deserve them.”

Dongsik twists as much as Joowon’s tight hold on him allows to stare at him. “Yah, I’m the one you’re marrying tomorrow,” Dongsik mock-complains, correctly predicting the fond, exasperated way Joowon huffs at him in return. “Shouldn’t it be my approval you’re worried about?”

Callused fingers gently lift his chin for him to meet Joowon’s eyes.

“Because with you, jagiya, I never had any doubt.”

And that’s a damnably deadly combination: the low rumble of Joowon’s voice; his heated, half-lidded gaze; the endearment that is less affection and more wholehearted, indefatigable truth.

Dongsik is thankful for the way Joowon is holding him up because it never fails to make his knees weaken, like this.

“Such a turnaround,” Dongsik teases, not even bothering to hide his breathlessness, “from the way you doubted everything about me the first time we met, Inspector Han.”

He has made this joke a thousand times before, but somehow it doesn’t land today, judging from the way the light in Joowon’s eyes unexpectedly dims.

Dongsik turns to fully face him, forcing Joowon to loosen his hold on him. “Joowon-ah,” he says quietly. “What exactly is it that you think you don’t deserve?”

You deserve the world, Dongsik wants to tell him, and it pains me that I fall short in giving it to you.

That I fail in making you believe you deserve it.

Despite disentangling himself from Joowon’s embrace, Dongsik is still caged inside Joowon’s arms leaning on the railing on either side of him. Joowon doesn’t really let Dongsik go—he never does. That’s the one thing Dongsik has never doubted about Joowon, too: that he will never, ever be too far away from Dongsik.

It’s Joowon’s wordless reassurance that he will always come back—even when he gets lost inside his own head, like this.

Joowon’s lids fall close when Dongsik reaches up to cup his cheek, thumb caressing the soft, sensitive skin beneath his eyes. His bags aren’t as prominent and deep as they had been a year ago, when Joowon had been in such excruciating physical pain, despite fighting his best to hide it from Dongsik.

Ever since he almost lost Joowon that day, Dongsik doesn’t take for granted all the chances he has to touch Joowon like this, reassuring himself of Joowon’s vow that he will always be by Dongsik’s side.

Even at death’s door.

Joowon reaches up to take Dongsik’s hand and presses his mouth at the centre of Dongsik’s palm; Dongsik’s fingers curl inwards, wanting to catch and keep that searing kiss with him forever.

Behind them on the beachfront below, there’s a resounding victory cry as Dosoo is successfully tackled to the ground, his own toddler jumping on his chest as she joins in on the game.

“Not fair!” Gwangyoung can be heard complaining good-naturedly. “Our team is outnumbered!”

“Then go make a son when it’s your turn to get married!” Ohsub can be heard yelling back to a resounding chorus of laughter.

“Joowon-ah,” Dongsik murmurs, “how can you think you don’t deserve them, when they’re your family too?”

“They were yours, first.”

Dongsik’s breath hitches when Joowon’s eyes flutter open to meet his.

“They’re here for you, first and foremost,” Joowon tells him softly. “Because it is you they loved first.”

Joowon’s lips brush along Dongsik’s knuckles as he speaks, the sensation a grounding counterpoint to the pang that shoots up Dongsik’s chest.

“I am simply someone they welcomed into the family because it is you they love, because your happiness is paramount to them—a sentiment that I fiercely share, given that I, too, love you.” Here Joowon smiles warmly at Dongsik, butterflies flying from Dongsik’s belly up to his heart. “And somehow, impossibly, you find yourself happy with me, and for that I will always be deeply, humbly grateful.”

It still takes Dongsik’s breath away when Joowon fills his personal space like this, foreheads touching and breaths mingling—close enough to bridge that hair’s breadth of a gap between their mouths. “Because of you, Lee Dongsik… I have a true family now, too.”

Dongsik would’ve kissed him by now, the way he has a thousand times before, like a sunflower drawn to never ending kisses from the sun. But Dongsik will not allow himself to be distracted at the moment because this—despite knowing Joowon from the inside out by now, he still doesn’t understand this.

“And what does all of that have to do with you not deserving any of it?”

Joowon’s gaze is assessing now, head tilted slightly to side, and Dongsik knows he hasn’t been able to stop the frustration from seeping into his tone. Dongsik has always been hyperaware of every single minuscule change of Joowon’s expressions, and he heartbreakingly recognizes this:

Contrite and apologetic, Joowon brushes his lips on the corner of Dongsik’s mouth—as if kissing Dongsik, too, is a privilege he can’t allow himself to deserve.

Dongsik feels like his heart is being squeezed from the inside.

“Because I haven’t earned it,” Joowon whispers. “I now have all this love from them—and from you—yet I haven’t earned any of it.”

Shamefaced, Joowon buries his face on the crook of Dongsik’s neck, even as he wraps his arms tightly around Dongsik’s waist to embrace him once again, holding on for dear life—frightened, it seems, that Dongsik will push him away this time.

Dongsik, meanwhile, is trembling from the scorching fury that erupts inside of him.

He’s been trying his best to not think of Han Kihwan these days, because the monster doesn’t deserve to be even spared a thought, but it’s the unavoidable conseqeunce of loving Han Joowon:

That everyday, Dongsik is reminded of the extent of Han Kihwan’s monstrosity through the damage he has done to his own son. 

How fucked up of a father do you have to be to teach your son all his life that love has to be earned?

The fabric of his shirt crumples as Dongsik feels Joowon’s fingers curl into fists on the small of his back, and it abates Dongsik’s boiling anger down to a simmer, Joowon’s touch grounding him as always to what is important to address.

Because Joowon doesn’t know, Dongsik realizes with a start.

Joowon doesn’t know.

Joowon doesn’t know that when they watched the music festival and Minjeong’s favorite song was being played by the band on stage, Jihoon revealed to Dongsik then that Joowon had once sought his advice, because Joowon saw Dongsik quietly weeping during the anniversary of Minjeong’s death, and Joowon had searched high and low for the already sold out tickets to the festival when Jihoon informed him of the event taking place on Minjeong’s birthday.

Joowon doesn’t know that Dongsik knows Joowon returns constantly to the morgue, both on the date of birth and date of death of Lee Geumhwa, offering his own gifts and prayers even though Joowon doesn’t believe in a god either, because it is Seonnyeo who always secretly assists him in bypassing the officers in charge who won’t allow him near Lee Geumhwa’s body, simply because he isn’t family.

Joowon doesn’t know that the caregiver in charge at The Forest Nursing Home once happily told Dongsik that they had been receiving a steady supply of tangerines for Kim Yeonghui from an anonymous donor, not knowing that aside from Kang Jinmook, Han Joowon was the only other person who knew that tangerines were the favorite fruit of Dongsik’s mother.

Joowon doesn’t know that Jaeyi had once pulled Dongsik aside and told him in no uncertain terms that it would be better for Joowon to accept his eligibility for citizenship in England so that he and Dongsik could get married there, because aside from the fact that their marriage would actually be legally recognized, it would also be safer for Joowon to be away from his father’s men in the National Police Agency, and that the only reason Joowon staunchly refused this logical solution was because he was determined to stay here in Korea for Dongsik.

Joowon doesn’t know that while he was recuperating in the hospital a year ago, Ohsub had called for an official meeting with all of the cops and detectives in their trusted Manyang circle—including Dongsik, even though he wasn’t a part of the force anymore—to inform them all of the constant danger Han Joowon was in as Han Kihwan’s men were determined to eliminate the son who destroyed his father’s fallen network, that this was the true hell Joowon once vowed he would go through, for Dongsik.

Joowon doesn’t know that Jihwa once went to Dongsik’s house in Okcheon lake alone, while Joowon was in physical therapy, and asked Dongsik—begged him, threatened him—to be a hundred percent sure of his feelings for Joowon, to be sure that Dongsik wouldn’t be stringing Joowon along, to be sure that Dongsik wouldn’t leave Joowon in the end, because Jihwa had just wrapped up the controversial case with The Community Safety and Traffic Bureau and she had burst into hysterical sobs in Dongsik’s arms because of everything she had found out—everything she discovered Jowoon had to go through—simply because Joowon chose to stay by Dongsik’s side.

Joowon doesn’t know that it was inside The Community Safety and Traffic Bureau that Dongsik unexpectedly found himself reunited with Park Jeongje.

Joowon is right—Dongsik is the one their family has loved first. But it is Joowon they now fiercely love more, because it is Joowon who needs that love more.

No one will ever love Joowon more than Dongsik. That much Dongsik is absolutely certain. But Dongsik also knows, as each member of their family has unanimously proven, that between the two of them, it is Joowon who loves better.

Joowon already deserves Dongsik’s love—and that of their family—a thousand times over. But that is not even the point Dongsik has to prove today.

Because Dongsik will not be like Han Kihwan. His love for Joowon will never be something Joowon has to earn.

So he gathers Joowon close and murmurs: “I’ve always wondered what it would have been like, had Yuyeonie fulfilled her dream.”

He feels Joowon stilling in his arms. Slowly, Joowon pulls back, his face carefully neutral to conceal the ever-present guilt he knows Dongsik doesn’t like seeing.

“I’ve always wondered what it would have been like to be the proud brother of one of the most brilliant minds this country’s judiciary will ever have the privilege of being served by.” Dongsik smiles at Joowon ruefully. “She was the only person in the history of Manyang to have been accepted in Seoul National University’s law department. It’s partly because of the way she set such a high intellectual standard that I’ve always been drawn to intelligent people.”

“I know,” Joowon says simply, making Dongsik grin.

Joowon watches with curious eyes the way Dongsik reaches inside the pocket of his pants to take out his mobile phone. Dongsik taps on the messaging app and opens the most recent message he had just received a while ago, which is the reason why he had been looking for Joowon in the first place.

He holds up the screen for Joowon to see, and Joowon’s brows furrow as he reads the message.

Hey, just arrived here in Busan. Case in Seoul demanded overtime work. I’ll be checking in at the hotel later. Is there anything you’d like to go over with me before the ceremony tomorrow, as the officiant?

He sees the way Joowon’s gaze flickers up the screen to look at the name on Dongsik’s contacts—and his eyes widen.

BROTHER-IN-LAW

“Thanks to you, Han Joowon,” Dongsik tells him softly, “now I will never have to wonder what it’s like to be the brother of a brilliant lawyer.”

Dongsik is ready for it, catching him as Joowon crumples against him, the skin of Dongsik’s neck becoming wet with Joowon’s tears.

“Hyung is a poor replacement for Lee Yuyeon,” Joowon tells him with a warbled whisper.

“No one will ever replace her,” Dongsik murmurs as he strokes Joowon’s hair. “There will never be anyone in the world like Lee Yuyeon. But you also have to admit, Joowon-ah…”

Dongsik pulls back, and he tenderly brushes away the wetness from Joowon’s cheeks. “There will never be anyone in the world like Kwon Hyeok, either. And if it weren’t for you, Joowon-ah, I never would have known what it’s like to have a brother relentlessly fight for me, too. To fight for my right to love you.”

Joowon’s eyes flutter close as Dongsik reaches up to kiss his eyelids, tasting the salt of Joowon’s tears on his lips. “Joowon-ah,” Dongsik whispers. “You’re not the only who has gained a family.”

He brushes their noses gently together as Joowon looks at him once more, those beautiful eyes glistening the same way the Busan sea reflects the incoming moonlight.

“Because of you, Joowon-ah… I am a brother once again.”

—

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“This is where I’ll be working now, too. Looks like it’s your first day as well. Who knew we’d be back working together in a place like this, eh?”

“You expect me to believe that your parole officer just happen to coincidentally assign you to The Community Safety and Traffic Bureau as a glorified janitor?”

“… I may have—suggested it.”

“So who really sent you here? Did Jihwa send you in here to be my handler, to make sure I don’t get into trouble?”

“Jihwa-ya doesn’t know that I’m here. I didn’t even know you’d be here either—although I guess I should’ve expected it.”

“Then why are you here? Because I don’t believe for a second that you’re here for no reason.”

“I’m not here for you, Dongsik-ah. I’m here for Han Joowon.”

“… What?”

“They hurt my friend. And no one gets away with hurting my friend. That’s why I’m here for the same reason you are.”

“And what reason would that be, Park Jeongje?”

“… Vengeance.”

—

“What are you doing here?”

The smile Jeongje gives him is small and hesitant as he stands and gives an unnecessarily polite bow. “I just arrived this morning. Joowonie—Inspector Han—invited me.”

“I know,” Dongsik says impatiently. “I meant—what are you doing here sitting at the back?”

Jeongje blinks at him.

Dongsik sighs. “Joowonie reserved a seat for you up front,” he gestures gruffly. “You’re his best man, you know.”

“I do know.”

Jeongje is still gazing at him contemplatively, and it’s making Dongsik feel antsy and unsettled. “What?” he bursts out.

This time, Jeongje’s smile turns wistful. “A long time ago, whenever the thought of you getting married used to cross my mind… I’d always imagine that I’d be your best man.”

Dongsik looks away. “Things… changed.”

Jeongje’s reply is soft. “I know.”

He’s already walked past Dongsik towards his designated seat before Dongsik is finally able to unstick the words stuck in his throat.

“Park Jeongje.”

He stops.

Dongsik swallows. “You can return the favor to Joowonie someday,” he says haltingly. “He can be the best man to your future wedding, too.”

He can be your friend now, because I can’t be.

Not anymore.

He sees the way Jeongje’s shoulders slump for a moment, before he suddenly straightens, seemingly bracing himself before he looks back at Dongsik.

His smile this time is bittersweet.

“The only girl I’ve ever wanted to marry is now at peace,” he tells Dongsik. “And I am content with seeing her brother finally have the happiness he deserves, too.”

By the time Dongsik remembers how to breathe, Jeongje has already taken his seat up front, where he is happily welcomed by Jihoon.

A hand on the small of his back grounds him—the soothing gesture as familiar as his own heartbeat. He relaxes into the touch, relieved and grateful. The smile he gets in return is fond.

“Your best man has finally arrived,” he informs Joowon softly.

“I see that he has,” Joowon murmurs in return, pulling Dongsik close. He allows Joowon’s assessing gaze on him, easing Joowon’s understandable concern and wordlessly assuring him that Jeongje’s presence is welcome. “Yours is the one who hasn’t arrived yet.”

At this, Dongsik snorts. “When they say women take a long time to get ready, they weren’t kidding.”

“Yah, the nerve of you to complain when I’m doing all of this for you, you punk!”

Dongsik turns at that familiar childhood tone with a grin, which transforms into a sincerely delighted smile when he sees her. “Well, would you look at that! Our resident tomboy is unexpectedly a stunner when cleaned up like this! …Ow!”

Dongsik ends up hopping on one foot, clutching his shin that has just been kicked. “Yah!” he complains loudly. “Those heels are pointy!”

Jihwa straightens, smoothing her figure-hugging long gown with her bejeweled hands, and turns to Joowon with a raised eyebrow.

Joowon’s mouth quirks in amusement. “You’d have to forgive my uncouth fiancé, Jihwa-ssi.” He smoothly takes her hand and kisses the back of it, European-style. “You do look enthrallingly lovely today.”

Jihwa visibly preens in pride, even as a delighted blush colors her cheeks. “See, Dongsik-ah?” she huffs. “That is how you compliment a woman.”

“Yah, what is this, Han Joowon-ssi? You’re not even married yet and you’re already flirting with someone who’s also already taken?”

Joowon turns to smirk at her. “I would never be foolish enough to presume that either you or Jihwa-ssi would ever have eyes for anyone else, given that you both already have the finest partner in each other.”

Dongsik stares. What?

Jaeyi’s smile is radiant, complemented by her elegant updo and the shimmering make-up that lights up her face. “Knows how to compliment women and intelligent to boot.” Jaeyi arches a perfectly plucked eyebrow at Dongsik. “You’re marrying up with this one, ahjussi. You know that, right?”

Dongsik has always been aware of that, yes.

He isn’t aware of this.

“Your seat is already reserved at the front as Dongsik’s best woman, Jihwa-ssi,” Joowon informs her with a smile. “And as Jihwa-ssi’s partner, your seat is of course reserved beside her, Jaeyi-ssi.”

Dongsik is openmouthed in shock as both women walk down the aisle—holding each other’s hands. “When did—” he sputters, “how did—”

Utterly gobsmacked, he looks despairingly at his husband-to-be—who only blinks innocently back at him.

“You knew?”

“You didn’t?” Joowon smirks. “Why do you think the jewelry I gifted them for this occasion were a matching set?”

Dongsik’s mouth opens and closes soundlessly for a moment. “Han Joowon,” he finally settles on, “how many secrets are you keeping from me?”

“None of it was a secret,” Joowon informs him wryly. “You were just blind and dense.”

“Yah!”

“Considering Joowonie here proposed to you three times before you finally had the mind to accept, Lee Dongsik-ssi, I definitely have to agree.”

Dongsik glares, suddenly being reminded that this is unfortunately one of the consequences of having a sibling. “I can get another officiant for today, you know.”

Hyeok smirks back at him. “No, you won’t.” He points at Joowon. “Your fiancé here already paid me to be here.”

“Your rates are exorbitant,” Joowon deadpans, making Hyeok grin as he claps a hand on Joowon’s shoulder.

“Looks like all your guests are already here,” Hyeok observes as he looks around the beachfront venue and glances at his wristwatch. “We can start the ceremony soon.”

“Not yet.”

Hyeok blinks at Joowon’s firm tone. He looks questioningly at Dongsik, who smiles serenely back at him.

“We’re waiting for a very special guest,” Dongsik explains.

Hyeok furrows his brows as he quickly goes over the notes in his hand. “I don’t see anyone in this guest list who isn’t here yet,” he mumbles to himself. He peers at Dongsik. “Just how important is this ‘special guest’ that we’re risking starting the ceremony late?”

“Very,” Dongsik answers enigmatically, grinning at the exasperated look Hyeok throws his way at his cryptic answer.

“We’ve only been able to confirm this guest’s presence last night,” Joowon reveals as he shares a meaningful look with Dongsik.

Hyeok looks back and forth between them. “Why so late, though?”

“It’s—” Jowoon hedges, “a spur of the moment invitation.”

Whatever frustrated protest Hyeok is about to say is derailed as their attention is caught by the doors to the venue suddenly opening.

Dongsik brightens. “He’s here!”

Hyeok’s mouth drops open in utter shock. “… Abeoji?”

Joowon seems to be holding his breath as the guest of honor approaches them, his remarkable presence filling the venue the way light fills a room. The man looks at Hyeok first—and then at Joowon.

His smile is warm and comforting—like the hearth of a home. “My sons,” he acknowledges simply.

Dongsik turns to Hyeok, who looks utterly shell-shocked. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Dongsik prompts him gently.

“I—” Hyeok swallows; it’s the first time Dongsik has ever seen the normally unflappable prosecutor this rattled. “I would like everyone to meet my father. Kwon Seungjo.”

The elderly man places a hand on his chest as he bows deeply, which everyone rushes to return. “Wholesale fruit provider, at your service,” Seungjo straightens with a twinkle in his eye. “Although I believe I was invited here to provide a different service.”

Hyeok looks completely panicked, both at being in the dark as the son and as the ceremony’s officiant, and Dongsik takes pity on him. “My family is Catholic,” he explains, “although I haven’t been a practicing Catholic for a long time.”

Hyeok looks at him in utter confusion; it seems like Dongsik’s explanation fails to clear anything up.

Thankfully, Joowon also steps up. “I, too, was baptized Catholic by my mother, as you already know,” Joowon says softly. “Dongsik and I talked last night, and we agreed that it is customary in the Catholic practice for the couple to have a godparent in their wedding ceremony.”

Joowon turns to Hyeok’s father and bows. “Kwon Suengjo-ssi—” he stops and quickly collects himself, “that is to say, abeoji—thank you, for agreeing to be our godfather.”

Hyeok’s eyes are wide as Joowon finally turns to him.

“I know that all of this is just ceremonial,” Joowon tells him softly. “But with abeoji as our godparent, this makes us—”

“—godbrothers,” Hyeok finishes breathlessly.

Joowon takes a deep a breath as he steps closer to Hyeok, who is looking at him like he has just performed a miracle. “A year ago, hyung, I was told that—in the hospital, you were not considered my family.”

Hyeok’s lips are quivering, his eyes glistening with tears that are starting to well up.

“I know that it is a long and arduous legal process, but…”

Joowon trails off as he meets Seungjo’s eyes, wordlessly asking for his approval.

Seungjo nods in assent, and Joowon swallows.

“As you know, my mother is deceased,” Joowon begins shakily, “and my father is serving several life sentences in prison. Which are both grounds for—”

“—adult adoption,” Hyeok finishes with a trembling smile. He turns to his father. “Really, abeoji?”

Dongsik’s heart feels like it’s swelling with the unabashed hope in Hyeok’s voice.

Seungjo claps a hand on Hyeok’s shoulder. “If there’s anyone smart enough and driven enough to make it happen, it’s you, my son.” Seungjo smiles at him. “You have always wanted a brother. Now, you can finally make that happen.”

Hyeok looks utterly devastated in the best way, and he squeezes his eyes shut before he once again turns to face—his brother.

“Joowon-ah,” Hyeok says, and it’s the only thing he can say, words completely failing him.

Joowon smiles at him softly. “Hyung.”

Dongsik looks back and forth at them, waiting, before he sighs in exasperation. He places a hand on the small of Joowon’s back and gives him a gentle but firm push.

Unprepared, Joowon stumbles forward—right into Hyeok’s arms.

“Hyung,” Joowon complains, awkwardly patting Hyeok’s back as Hyeok sobs onto his shoulder. “You’re ruining my tuxedo.”

“I’ll pay for the dry cleaning, you brat,” Hyeok returns without heat as he pulls back, smiling brilliantly at Joowon.

Joowon’s mouth quirks. “Does this mean I don’t have to pay you for your services anymore?”

Hyeok grins widely. “On the contrary, this just makes it easier for me to sue you when you don’t.”

Dongsik laughs as Joowon is once again hoisted into Hyeok’s bear hug much against his will, but he can clearly see that Joowon is smiling. He’s too distracted by the heartwarming sight that he hasn’t realized Seungjo has sidled up to him.

“Looks like you’re my son now, too.”

It’s that simple statement that knocks the breath off Dongsik’s lungs, striking straight through his heart like the bull’s eye of a gunshot.

And in that moment, the faces of Lee Hanoh and Nam Sangbae overlap with the smile Kwon Seungjo gives him as he says to Dongsik:

“You can tell Joowon that he doesn’t have to pay for the tangerines anymore.”

—

A beautiful piano piece begins to play, one that Dongsik recognizes by heart.

It’s one of his favorite pieces of Yuyeon’s original compositions, pre-recorded by Joowon playing the piece himself—the only person Dongsik will ever trust to interpret his sister’s music.

The guests all rise as they turn to face the two of them, the happiness for both of them clear on all of their faces.

“Thank you, Lee Dongsik,” Joowon tells him softly, “for giving me the family I never had.”

Dongsik looks ahead at the altar at the end of the aisle, where Kwon Hyeok and Kwon Suengjo are waiting for them.

His newfound brother—and father.

“And thank you, Han Joowon,” Dongsik returns, “for giving me back the family I lost.”

Joowon looks at him. Dongsik smiles.

He takes his hand—and they walk down the aisle together.

—

Also posted at AO3

Once again dedicated to @eonni92, because I can never hope to make up for brilliance of her multiple gifts, but I can still try, to the best of my ability, to return her generosity—for no other reason than she truly deserves the world ❤️

This story is a direct sequel to ash, and exists in the same universe as the thing with feathers, leave out all the rest, circles, and the sentence. And while this story can be enjoyed on its own, perhaps the full impact can only be truly felt when the references to previous stories are known and understood.

To all of you who have followed the journey thus far: thank you for being in this journey of love, forgiveness, and acceptance with Lee Dongsik, Han Joowon, and our beloved Manyang family.

[fixaidea]

Not gonna lie, that little ficlet was inspired by this one photo that sailed by me on Pinterest but which I forgot to save and have no hope of finding again: it was Shin Hakyun doing some sort of a photoshoot in like, full pink princess getup. No idea if it was a real photo or a good manip but I don't even care.

For a happier headcanon inspired by the same picture, imagine Dongsik watching little Huimang sometime in the future, and she demands he play princesses with her. And, well, you know how it goes. If a five year old girl says you are a princess then you damn well are a princess.

[jingooism]

i just know that dongsik would take little huimang trick or treating when she got a little older and now i can’t help but wonder what he would rope joowon into wearing

and joowon would put up about two seconds of fight and then would fold like a lawn chair when he got the eyes from dongsik AND huimang, change my mind

[2015mai24]

An Tae-gyu (안태규) – vocalist Pyun Sung-hyun (편성현) – bassist Kwon Se-hyuk (권세혁) – guitarist Ko Gang-hun (고강훈) – drummer

Dragon Pony - First EP Album "POP UP"

"Pop Up" [Verse 1] I know it's true that I'm weirdo Geurae somuni da maja Eojjeogesseo geuge nan geol Eotteokedeun doegetji mwo

[Pre-Chorus] Idaero da sarajimyeon eottae Haneul wiro jeungbalhamyeon eottae Geunyang amu saenggak eopsi Oneurui noraep bureuja

[Chorus] Teojil deusi sorichyeo I'll say Give it up POP UP It's time to stand out I'll say Give it up POP UP It's time to scream out

[Post-Chorus] Wah oh oh Wah oh oh oh Deo oemopji anke Namanui chumeul chwo

[Verse 2] Modu da gajigo sipeo Jeonbu da mangchigo sipeo Bokjapan sarangdo hagi sipeo Geunyang nan nega neoraseo joa

[Bridge] Honja uneun bami eopseumyeon jokesseo Modeun ge da jal dwaesseumyeon jokesseo Nae noraega deullimyeon jokesseo Yeongwonhi byeonhaji anneun kkumgateun geon Yeongwonhi jikyeoya hal huimang gateun geon Ajikdo nan moreugesseo

[Pre-Chorus] Nan yeogi jayuropge Tto huhoehaji anke Oneuri seonmyeonghage Gieokdoege Sorichilge

[Chorus] I'll say Give it up POP UP It's time to stand out I'll say Give it up POP UP Michin deusi sorichyeo I'll say Give it up POP UP It's time to stand out I'll say Give it up POP UP It's time to scream out

[Post-Chorus] Wah oh oh Wah oh oh oh Deo oemopji anke Namanui chumeul chwo

"Morse Code (모스부호)" [Verse 1] Eoreobuteun haneure Useum jinneun geu aeneun Ppareun georeum, seotun nongdameul Nunchi eomneun barame Heongkeureojin meorireul Neomgineun geu yeop moseubeul

[Pre-Chorus] Saramdeureun moreulgeoya Ojik naman ihaehal geoya Jageun sinhodo arabol su isseo

[Chorus] Oh, you (You) Neoegen nama aneun yaegiga isseo Jеo taeyangbiche garyeojin byеolcheoreom Oh, you (You) Geugosen dulman aneun soriga isseo Machi yeonghwacheoreom uriman jonjaehae It's our code

[Verse 2] Biga oneun narimyeon Tumyeong usan sairo Yeotboneun seollen nunbicheul Nunchi eomneun binmure Eokkaega da jeojeodo Miun mal hanbeon eopdeon geol

[Bridge] Saramdeureun moreul geoya Modeun eumagi meomchwodo Urin gyesok uriran geol

[Pre-Chorus] Saramdeureun moreulgeoya Modeun bulbichi kkeojyeodo Byeonham eomneun geol Ijeul su eomneun geon Urimanui moseubiya

[Chorus] Oh, you (You) Neoegen nama aneun yaegiga isseo Jeo taeyangbiche garyeojin byeolcheoreom Oh, you (You) Geugosen dulman aneun soriga isseo Machi yeonghwacheoreom uriman jonjaehae It's our code

"Ouroboros (꼬리를 먹는 뱀)" [Verse 1] Bammada deunge ollataneun feelin' Iyureul alji motal duryeoumi Geureol ttae saramdeureun da gwisini itdae Jakkuman blah, blah, blah Taeeonan geuttaebuteo nuguneun lucky Jueojin unmyeongeun da dareune Geu unmyeonge nugun itgo nugun eomneun geon eojjeol su eopdae (And somewhere) maeil deullyeo dae eotteon bimyeongsori (Then who made) da mwo ttaemunilkka

[Pre-Chorus] Sarameul jugineun geon Tto dareun saramiraneun mareun moreun cheok Yateun pinggyero sogin chae

[Chorus] Geokkuro nuneul tteo Bandaero sumeul swieo Jinjjaga anin geojit aneseo kkumeul kkwo Modu da da da da Jiguga jogeuman tat Sigani eomneun tat Uni eomneun tat Eojjeomyeon yeogi inneun moduga Like snake that eats own tail

[Verse 2] Sotongeul wihaeseo mandeun Eoneoneun nari seotgo Seororeul gyeonugo Sangcheoreul ipineun geuge hyeonsil Gyeolhapagi wihaeseo Modeun saengmyeongeul jikijan yaksok Geu yaksoge nugun itgo Nugun eopgo da jagi maeumiya

[Pre-Chorus] Sarameul jugineun geon Tto dareun saramiraneun mareun moreun cheok Yateun pinggyero sogin chae

[Chorus] Meogeochiugo inneun geon da Eojjeol su eomneun geora malhane Nugunganeun gotongbanneun ge Da sinui tteusirago

[Bridge] Igoseun jinsimin saramdeulman goeroun Geureon segye Hajiman itji ma Mirae eomneun eodum aneseodo Dallajil uril geuryeoya hae Jidokage

[Chorus] Ijeneun nuneul tteo Ttokbaro sumeul swieo Geojisi anin hyeonsil aneseo kkumeul kkwo Modu da da da da Sarame dallin seontaek Sigani eomneun tat Uni eomneun tat Idaeroneun yeogi inneun moduga Geunyang blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Yeongwonhi blah, blah Sesangi geureon tat Uni eomneun tat Idaeroneun yeogi inneun moduga Like snake that eats own tail

"Traffic Jam" [Verse 1] Al su eopsei makin geori Ne saenggage dageupaejyeo Neon jeopyeone inneunji Daeul suneun inneun geonji Jeongmal al su eopjiman Neoegero gago isseo

[Chorus] Don't know what to do Don't know what to do at all Don't know what to do When I'm like this

[Verse 2] Hanchameul deo meomchuge dwae Ppalgan bulbinman banbokdoeneun deutae So don't you wanna save me Gyesok neol wonhago isseosseo Beosеonajil motae neoreul

[Bridge] So don't you wanna savе me Gyesok neol wonhago isseosseo Beoseonajil motaneun gil

[Chorus] Don't know what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to do When I'm like this Don't know what to do Don't know what to do When I'm like this Don't know what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to do When I'm like this Don't know what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to do When I'm like this

"Pity Punk" [Verse 1] Maeumeul jabeun geoya Hanabuteo yeolkkaji gwaenchana da Dallajin geon eomneunde wae nan Gwaenhi buranhaetdeon geolkka Amu sanggwaneopseo Neo naboda jal salgo itdahaedo Jamkkanui hogisim jochado Deoneun saenggiji ana

[Pre-Chorus] So far from denying Eochapi neon nagateun geon Gwansim jocha eopjana Kkeunna beoryeosseo Naega jeonbu mangchingeoya I became so pitiful

[Chorus] I was far away Aesseo moreun cheok gwaenchaneun cheokaedo Stuck in misery Jeomjeom ppalgaejineun nun Soljikage malhalge nan Hanado ppajimeopsi Neol gieokago isseo (Suffer inside)

[Verse 2] Eonjebuteoinga Naneun algo isseonna bwa Naega munjeran geol Nal salge haejudeon Kkeunieonnabwa nega I think I look like a poor little punk Modeun geon ama Cheoeumbuteo geuraesseul geoya Sasireul neomu jal arabeorin Nan jakku jagajyeo

[Pre-Chorus] Guseoge teureobakin chae Bichamhan chaero saragal baen Nega eopseotdeon geu ttaero Honjain chaero tteonallae Guseoge teureobakin chae Bichamhan chaero saragal baen Nega eopseotdeon geu ttaero Honjain chaero tteonallae If I don't get away I won't stand this

[Chorus] I was far away Aesseo moreun cheok gwaenchaneun cheokaedo Stuck in misery Jeomjeom ppalgaejineun nun Soljikage malhalge nan Hanado ppajimeopsi Neol gieokago isseo

[Outro] And so it is Gyeolloneun nawaisseosseo And so it is Munjeneun naege isseosseo Naman eopseojimyeon dwae

[huitangerine]

Sleepy Mangta Ray 😴 🫧

🌆🎶Stream Hope On The Street Vol. 1 on Spotify!:

[lyrics365]

운명 (Destiny) (WOOZI Solo)

cheoeum sesangeul mannan geunareun kokkeuti chagaun narieotjyo cheoeum deureoboneun nae ireumgwa cheoeum boneun du saram misoe sarangiran geol baewosseoyo moksoriga byeonhaneun naijjeume kkumiran ge saenggyeosseoyo honjarago yeogideon nainde eoneu nare juwil dulleoboni hamkkeraneun geol alge dwaenna bwayo ummyeongeul mitji anatjyo huimang gomuni doel geot gataseo apeul geot gataseo useoneomgineun…

[semicirclemoon]

main realities. , Over the moon, over the stars 날아올라 when you're in my arm

𖥔 ݁ BETTER CR ,, BAE YUMI is known by many as a genius. She knows 7 languages and studies at the most prestigious school in the world, huimang boarding, located in south korea.

♡ park sunghoon ,, a prodigy ice skater studying at huimang boarding. annoyances to lovers, est 2025.

𖥔 IN SEARCH OF own gg ,, SE-MI MOON is a member of ISO/ IN SEARCH OF , an american based k-pop girl group . She is also a former prodigy fencer.

♡ kiawentiio , actress and singer-songwriter. lovers in denial , est 2024

𖥔 2521 ,, BAE YUMI is a professional award winning archer, at only 18 years old, Yumi is still in high school and usually spends her time training, however, lately shes found herself hanging out with her class president, Seungwan.

♡ ji seungwan ,, student at taeyang high. friends to lovers, est. 2001.

𖥔 ANGELS RESIST TEMPTATIONS (a.r.t) owngg ,, MOON SOOYOUNG is a member of A.R.T and its subunit KAIROS ,, first debuting at 9 years old in DEARLIE, a kids gg under jyp ent, Sooyoung left the idol industry after its disbandment in 2015 and went to huimang boarding in london.

♡ park sunghoon ,, member of enhypen. right person, wrong time , est 2023

𖥔 AUTHOR DR ,, BAE YUMI is a 17 year old studying at a small arts college in new york. Ever since she was young she has loved literature and writing, she is currently working on her first manuscript that she plans to get published.

♡ N/A .

𖥔 YOUTUBER DR ,, SE-MI MOON is a 18 year old professional fencer on the korean national fencing team, on the side she is a faceless minecraft youtuber with 6 million subscribers , known for her hermitcraft content.

♡ HONG EUNCHAE ,, member of Le sserafim. fans to lovers, est 2025.

WIP REALITIES. , Heaven, from one to ten, you're like an 11

𖥔 TOMORROW X TOGETHER ,, s. hyeju 𖥔 ACTRESS / FAME . c yeonjun 𖥔 SEVENTEEN yves 𖥔 FENCING 𖥔 HAIKYUU

[serendipitous-seven]

'i can hear him smile.' | jung hoseok x f!reader | a serendipitous life series

summary: you wonder why hoseok is so quiet since returning from tour... pairing: jh x f!reader [sunny] genre: family fluff, fluff, sweet-angst tags/warning: baby-related material such as breast-feeding, slight angst but it's not sad

a/n: i felt compelled to repost this fic particularly after seeing those clips of hobi expressing his loss of self <3 apologies for lack of posting, i was having issues with text posts have since resolved the issue *yay*

dad bts series

With a then newborn baby, the stillness surrounding your home becomes normal. Used to some kind of humming or background noise to help keep your sanity, hearing the creaks of the wood floors or walls settling around you no longer caused you to jump or to peer around the corner anticipating a masked intruder. ‘Honey, nobody can penetrate the security here.’ Hoseok would be quick to settle your anxiety.

Smiling to yourself, you rearrange the flowers for the umpteenth time, mostly admiring them. A bouquet of red roses gifted by your husband. Returning from an 8-month-long tour with a tired smile and eager arms to hold you and your son. Oh, how Hoseok’s heart ached when he had to leave a then two-month-old Huimang and you, a new mother to care for it all on your own. Of course, your families and a few close friends gathered around you, some teaching you the ins and outs of parenthood while the rest ventured this unknown path with you.

You cried - a lot, laughed when Huimang nearly peed on you as you changed his diaper for only the third time alone since Hoseok left for North America. Just on the cusp of sleep while feeding your son only to be awoken by your friend, sore parts to boot, and a baby drunk from milk.

Hoseok made sure to call every single night after a show or signing. On his days off, he’d dedicate several hours of those days to spending time with you and Huimang over FaceTime. His phone stayed on the charger while he watched you move about your day, swimming in the sound of Huimang’s soft coos and even shrill cries. Noticing the way you kept it together the hours your son was awake. Finally at night, when Huimang was fast asleep, you’d appear with tearful eyes before your husband. Willing yourself to stop. It was all he could do to soothe you with words, wishing with all his being to be by your side. To cradle you, mend you, and reassure you with his physical presence.

‘You are doing such a great job, my love,’ Hoseok would tell you this over and over. Blinking, you come to again. Vibrant red petals illuminated by the bright sun streaming in through the ceiling-to-floor window. It’s nearly 2 PM, and Huimang should be stirring from his first nap in need of feeding. You skim the walls with your fingertips as you make your way to the bedroom where you left your sleeping baby, a warm smile touching your face as soon as you open the door.

Hoseok lays next to Huimang and you can’t help but giggle, surprised to find him in the same position as you left the two of them hours ago. The sun warms his back as he strokes Huimang’s cheek, running his slender finger down his little button nose, stopping to place his fingertip over your baby’s lips. Hoseok’s pink lips stretch with the slightest smile as he stares down at his son. He kisses his fingertip before putting it lightly against Huimang’s. You make yourself known to which Hoseok understands it’s time for Huimang to eat. He rubs his round belly, your son’s eyes already fluttering open. He whines for the moments until you are sat in bed, Hoseok placing him in your arms with the C-shaped pillow placed around you to help carry the baby‘s weight while he feeds from you.

He stays with the two of you, a hand glued to your son at all times. You smile at his soft caresses, stifling a laugh as Huimang’s eyes roll back in pure ecstasy. Food and papa’s touches; what more could a baby want? Unlike the other times, Hoseok returns with much to say, you note his silence. Resting your head back on the headboard, observing him while he watches the baby, a litter of hearts covering his dark eyes. He peers over at you for a moment, leaning in for a few kisses before moving back. He doesn’t say anything, he just watches. The day continues as lazy as ever. You welcome the noise of your baby and husband playing in the living room while preparing dinner. You aren’t sure whose giggles make you want to burst more- Hoseok’s or Huimang’s. Once again, you laugh by yourself at the jovial sounds filling your home. Dinner is had and before you know it, the late hour has crept in. You shut off the lights room by room, checking in on sleeping Huimang before moving to your bedroom for the night. Readying yourself for bed, your eyes fall over Hoseok as you move about. Discreet as you watch him when you collect your pajamas from the walk-in closet and then from the bathroom vanity, door ajar, a perfect view of him laying in bed staring up at the ceiling. He hardly stirs when you finally make it to bed, applying a little bit of cream on your hands before shutting your light off. It’s only then does he show signs of life despite his gentle breathing being enough of an indication, turning his light off. Before he can settle under the covers you run your hand down the length of his arm, laying it in his palm.

Hoseok turns and the two of you lay to face each other, his hand now grasped around yours, he brings it up to press a single kiss on your knuckles. You smile, feeling his soft hair through your fingers, “you’ve been so quiet since coming home.” His stare is longing, content but even a little melancholy. In the darkness of your bedroom, you see a sheen spread across his eyes. You move to press your palm against his cheek. “It’s so loud while we tour,” his voice is so deep, exhausted likely still needing to recover from the strain his body undergoes during those months, “I enjoy it of course; yelling into the microphone to thousands, jumping around, laughing, hearing them cheer at us…” A stillness falls over the two of you once again. From the baby monitor now set on Hoseok’s nightstand, you can hear Huimang snoring lightly, humming in short breaths. Is he dreaming? You notice Hoseok’s eyes are closed again but a look of utter euphoria has taken over his expression; “I like this new quiet we have at home, I long to come home to it now,” he opens them and finds you immediately, “I can hear him after not being able to for so long. I can even hear his smile. Then I can hear you giggling to yourself from the kitchen-“ he teases you. You roll your face into the pillow only to be brought back by your husband. He moves closer to kiss you. You steep in the feel of his deep chuckle against your lips, how thoughtfully he wraps his hand around your jaw.

Chasing after his lips when he pulls away, he gives in for a few more moments with you, holding you close. After a while you rest your face against Hoseok’s chest, keeping a hand on his cheek and stroking his soft skin with your thumb while he cases his arms around you, rubbing your back. Hoseok hums contentedly, taking in the silence and comforts of your home together. His family. You smile, taking in the feeling of your husband finally holding you after so many months. You listen to the sounds he longs for, ironically the silence he longs for. Huimang lost deep in sleep, it sounds different now. Knowing your husband is soothed by it, likely falling under it as if it’s a lullaby meant only for him.

[vindicated-truth]

In another universe, this is exactly how Joowon and Dongsik down the line would be when they finally reunite and finally have the choice to be together.

It's so easy to picture it:

They're having a meal at Jaeyi's, and Jihoon whips out his new polaroid camera; he keeps taking candid photos of everyone gathered around the table, Jihwa's amused exasperation and Jaeyi's laughter resounding in the background.

Jihoon turns to the two of them—and it hits him for the first time that this Dongsik and this Joowon, still sitting together even after all this time, but this time glued from shoulder to hip, not a smidgen of space between them at all, legs touching from hip to ankle beneath the table as they are lost in their own world, just the two of them, conversing in hushed tones as they fill each other's bowls with each other's preferred food, sharing smiles that now seem to come as easy as breathing, the crow's feet in Dongsik's eyes crinkling as Joowon's weighted gaze softens into something so tender and intimate—

And Jihoon realizes, for the first time, that this is how Dongsik and Joowon look like with their burdens finally lightened and the shadows that dogged their every step finally vanquished.

And as Jihoon raises his camera to capture the moment, Dongsik catches the movement out of the corner of his gaze—the reflexes of a detective still very much instilled in him, even after being out of the force for quite sometime now—

And with a full-on grin, Dongsik grabs Joowon to pose for Jihoon's camera, where Joowon is startled into laughter—genuine and bright.

And it makes Jihoon's chest constrict tightly, seeing this kind of happiness that only the two of them can bring out in each other, because Jihoon has never thought he will see it in them—like this.

Later, Dongsik finds Joowon standing quietly in the middle of their kitchen, thoughtfully caressing the photo; Dongsik pads up to him softly, letting his footsteps patter on the linoleum floor to gently alert Joowon of his presence, yet Joowon only sighs against Dongsik's chest when Dongsik sidles against Joowon's back to wrap his arms around Joowon's waist.

Wordlessly, Dongsik watches as Joowon pins the polaroid on their refrigerator with the xiezhi magnet he got Joowon as a gift. Together, they quietly gaze at the growing array of photos pinned around the fridge: little Huimang growing up quickly before their eyes in their photos with Dosoo and Seonnyeo; Joowon's strange expression of both annoyance and fondness as Hyeok joins their gatherings at the butcher shop; the wacky group photos at Gwangyoung's wedding where the rest of the guests were looking at them like they were insane; the photos during Ohsub's promotion as the Chief of Munju station; Joowon’s gobsmacked expeession when Jaeyi laughingly threw eggs at him as Jihwa brandished her barbecue tongs while chasing Jihoon around the lake house where they all had their summer outing in memory of Nam Sangbae.

"What a family we have, Joowon-ah," Dongsik murmurs by Joowon's ear, rustling the hairs by his nape; Joowon laces his fingers through Dongsik's hands and simply holds on.

[sangsangbim]

💰 Still Have a Youth Hope Savings Account (Cheongnyeon Huimang Jeogeum) in Korea? Here's What You Can Do Now.

The Youth Hope Savings Account was a high-interest government-backed savings plan for young Koreans—but new sign-ups ended in 2022. So… what now?

If you're one of the lucky early participants, here’s why this matters: ✅ You can still receive full maturity benefits ✅ There’s a smart way to transition into the Youth Leap Account for 5 more years of growth ✅ You can use your maturity funds for housing, investments, or long-term savings ✅ We also break down alternative support programs still available today

✨ Don’t let your savings just sit there—make it work for your future.

👉 Read the full breakdown here

[btsqualityy]

Which is worse when Mia gets in serious trouble? Berk calling her Amelia Blakeley or Berk calling her Park Huimang? 😭😂

Definitely Amelia Blakely😭