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jiutopia · 6 months ago

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I LOVE THIS FIC SO BAD AND IM SO GLAD EVERYONE GETS TO SEE ITS BEAUTY AAAAA

their dynamic is so so good, even the interactions with momo and her assistant, all the tiny acts in so little words, its crazy. i’ve said this so many times with your writing but i love your analogies and comparisons so much — like “Still there was something about the way she walked, a cold calculated disdain akin to a hedge fund deciding which businesses to bet against, as if she could see who was up next on the chopping block.”

also i know i gave you an image for this fic but i feel like i would have been able to visualize momo, draw her, just from your words alone. your descriptions and how you paint her way of carrying herself is so clear. like “Still it fractures like fibreglass as that practiced, perfect, smile scarves on to her lips.” i can draw that, its such a vivid visual.

and not to repeat my words, but i need more aaaaaaa (but also you’re good the sentiment stands). also your warnings need to include that demon dog she calls a pet jfdslfjd

Bad | Hirai Momo

Number 8 (Bad) + Momo - I completely forgot I forgot to upload this since wasn't in my inbox ASFDRE, anyway, I suppose today's double feature is sponsored by Mala (but don't get used to it)

Warnings: Death threat and the possible consequences.

Word Count: 1027

Summary: Street racing and getaway driving has been your life and never once have you ever thought you'd earn the attention of someone like Momo.

Perhaps it should've been obvious… She stuck out like a sore thumb, a far cry from the hoodies and grease monkeys you knew. She screamed of too much luxury, too high fashion for the world of burnt rubber and pink slips, that’s without including the creature, but that's a story for another day.

Still there was something about the way she walked, a cold calculated disdain akin to a hedge fund deciding which businesses to bet against, as if she could see who was up next on the chopping block.

Every executioner draws a crowd, though you doubted they would cling to every word like they were hers.

You hear a whistle as her eyes land on you, a smile cracks across her lips.

“I’ve heard of you.”

Her voice drips with something ineffable. Intoxicating is probably the closest word you'll find.

In spite of her lingering gaze, you fight the urge to scoff, what would some rich kid know about you?

She holds a hand out for an assistant, who passes her a phone as she scrolls. “A certified b.a.d.” There’s a glimmer of excitement notched in the swell of her cheeks, a raw smile held up by your digital record. “A shame your last crew dropped you.”

You catch, arguably the closest thing to anything heartfelt or genuine in the nestled corners of her eyes.

It’s almost haunting the way she softens, like an injured wolf nursing her own wounds.

Perhaps the rich kid had her own story.

Still it fractures like fibreglass as that practiced, perfect, smile scarves on to her lips. “Though I suppose that means you can join mine.”

That's when you actually scoff, crossed arms and the roll of your eyes. Still you can’t help but notice the way she says that last word, it’s veiled with something more.

Laughter rings out and her eyes snap to the noise, the barest hint of a scowl pressed against her lips. Her tongue clicks with bubbling frustration before she turns to her assistant. “Grab my gloves would you.”

There’s a flash of recognition in her assistant’s eyes, you catch the slightest quiver of her lips, as if to ask if she was really sure, but the question never comes.

“And could you please cover Boo’s ears for me?” The question is posed innocently like sweet sugar, yet you can tell it’s anything but, especially when some of her entourage move without so much as a word.

The sound of a slight scuffle echoes across the tarmac before someone is dragged before Momo. You notice the beginning of a black eye forming as flecks of blood stain his uniform, which is noticeably similar to the rest of her attendants.

Her scowl only deepens with his appearance, tongue clicking with each passing second before finally her assistant returns, bundle of brown fur in her arms. Momo softens in its mere presence, hands delicate and practiced as she pats her dog, there’s a genuine affection that reminds of those splintered moments earlier.

Her assistant quickly offers a pair of fine leather gloves as well as a zip lock bag containing a… gun.

She makes no rush in her movements, slowly taking her time putting her gloves on before she pauses, eyes lingering on her dog.

There is a tremble in her assistant’s movements, as if she was co-signing someone’s death.

And that could very much be the truth of the matter.

Her eyes linger on the man before you all before she slowly covers Boo’s ears, quickly turning away with a painful wince.

Momo pulls the gun out slowly, leveling it at the man’s head. Despite her calm, practiced movements, there is a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

“What do you think?” Her voice rings out, reminding you you’re not a mere spectator of all of this.

Your throat runs dry, not used to the sudden responsibility.

She laughs slightly, “I’m just curious.”

Your head cocks to the side with a curious twitch of your brow. “Why?”

She lowers the gun ever so slightly, the man in front of her falters instantly from the reprieve, sinking against the concrete.

“Because, I could offer the world to you and it wouldn’t matter enough to make you join my crew,” she slowly walks towards you with soft, tentative steps.

“But,” The word sinks against your chest like a heavy anchor. “Showing your word, your thoughts and your opinion will matter to me? I think that might matter more than the entire world.”

She stops right in front of you, “So what will it be?”

She smiles for real, as if she was a girl on a first date and not some gang leader threatening a public execution.

You gulp nervously, thinking about that poor assistant.

“He lives.”

Her smile blooms deeper, eyes focused solely on you. She passes her gun to someone behind her, before offering her gloves to someone else. “You heard them.”

You can only watch as the man is dragged off somewhere else, though there is an overall softer touch, however before you can speak up again a hushed whisper tickles her ear. She rolls her eyes, a flare of annoyance.

“Forgive me, it would seem I have matters to attend to.” There’s the slightest hint of a frown at the corner of her lips before she whistles. Her attendants move like they were given an unspoken order quickly shuffling away.

She reaches into her coat pocket producing a business card, before smiling awkwardly. “You wouldn’t happen to have a pen or a marker?”

Your eyebrows knit together slightly before rifling through your pockets. It would seem she’s in luck.

“Thank you,” she says, taking it eagerly with both hands. Though you can’t help but spot a hint of pink tinge her ears.

She scrambles quickly, writing on her business card. “Uh, that has my personal number if you, uh, want to join my crew.”

Her eyes avoid yours as she offers the business card with both hands.

You take it softly, “I’ll call you later then?”

Her lips tighten as her eyes flash wider before settling.

“I’ll look forward to it.”

#gg: twice #m: momo #mala's recs #king :]#paladins :]

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jiutopia · 6 months ago

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this is crazy work actually, the back and forth between the pair along with your words. its so pretty king, i love it so much.

"You hate the part of you that just wants to click back into place like nothing ever changed. Because everything did." — absolutely eat up lines like these, love them so bad (probably because we both lean towards angst but lets not think about that)

also spamming you with 'i vote ningning ! choose ningning ! NINGNINGGGGGGGG AAAAAA !' is not something i would call motivation, but a win is a win so yippee !

29 + Ningning? ❤️ And welcome back! I'm happy I get to read new fics since you are a really amazing author.

Wrong Kind of Lottery Ticket | Ningning

Number 29 (Lottery) + Ningning - Sorry it took so long for me to get to this dear anon. I hope despite it's short length it was worth the wait <3 You should honestly send some love to the ever wonderful @sanccharine for motivating me to finish this.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and being left behind

Wordcount: 1053

Summary: Your luck has never been good, aka the one time you fill in for your gang doctor, you run into the person who left you for dead.

It’s not often you find yourself covering for Wednesday, after all it is her clinic. There are only a few instances where Playhouses resident doctor leaves her den in the care of another.

Even fewer are the chances of you seeing someone you knew in High School, even fewer still are the chances of meeting someone you met after your life turned to shit.

So what kind of lottery ticket is it when you manage to get all of the above.

The beaten and tattered kind.

She stumbles in clutching at her side, bruised and battered. Her eyes flutter to you, held on the edge of waxing confusion.

“Wait, you’re Wednesday?” her voice soft and weak, footsteps growing shaky with each step.

You rush over in a hurry, too caught up in the heat of it all to even bother explaining the nuances.

After all, when push comes to shove, you’re still a part of Playhouse and you're still one of the dolls.

You catch her as her legs give out, earning a pained groan from her.

She’s quiet as you drag her to the medical bed, eyes tracing over you like soft, svelte fingertips.

It’s hard to ignore the way her gaze burns against your skin even as you peel off her leather jacket, caked in a crimson red.

You try your best to ignore the memories that linger in the eves, a warm touch on a cold night.

“Bite down on this,” you produce a wooden block as you fish for disinfectant. Part of you hates the ease in which you find it, too many nights spent in her exact position.

She takes it wordlessly, teeth clamping taut.

Still it does nothing for the pain that sears into her eyes. Her knuckles flare white as her hands clamp tight against the mattress.

You can't help but think this is her penance.

It’s quiet as you continue your work, stitching her deep wounds and bandaging the shallow ones.

For a moment you forget it’s even her.

“You know, I thought Mattel got to you.” Her voice is coarse, caught against the roughened sand-like edge of pain.

You hate the scowl that flickers across your lips for the briefest of seconds, or the way you tighten her bandages a little too much.

“She did.”

It hurts more than when Mattel caught you, even as you trace every fibre of fear that snaps under her might. It still echoes through your mind on some nights, a reminder that it’s still fresh in some parts of your brain.

The beautiful what-ifs, the kind that only the young and dumb can make. Before they realise how lucky they were.

You can still remember the smile that lingered on your lips as the two of you danced, snapping to the melody of her sweet iridescent laughter.

Caught against the fabric of her worn sweater, you pulled her closer.

And she left you in the dust, the pain never truly recedes for those left behind, after all it is that painful absence that cuts deeper.

Only made deeper when you realise what's lost.

There's something unspoken in her eyes as she gazes up at you and your brain can't help but harkens back to dumb jokes and witty banter. You hate the part of you that just wants to click back into place like nothing ever changed.

Because everything did.

“You look healthier,” she says, as if she doesn't know how loaded those words are. But she means it in a good way, surely, not as a vile twist of the knife - a poignant reminder, that even when you were roughing it on the streets you still had her.

She falters slightly in your silence, after all what can you say? That you missed her with every breath before it was consumed by an ashen fire - that you hated her for leaving you behind.

Why was she like everyone else, why didn’t she look for you.

But even underneath the dying pulses of anger, you know.

Her breath hitches slightly, caught against the edge of what you can only assume is a raggard sob. Her eyes are misty and glassy, shifting her gaze against the ceiling.

You offer her some semblance of modesty, turning away from her, ever so slightly. A soft sniffle echoes through the air, as her breath hitches again, more violent and hewn.

You’re surprised when her hand latches against you like a death grip as she sobs violently.

You collapse into place like a house of cards, try as you might to break the mold - but you can't.

You pull her close like old times sake and for a moment, you can pretend you deserve good things, that you're allowed.

It’s habitual the way your thumb rides the edge of her temple, combing through her pain with a soft touch. It all cascades in a soft, wistful way.

You manage to catch yourself before you seal it molten, decadent gold - The soft echo of your breath, brushing against her forehead.

Her grip tightens in that missed beat, as it begets a rougher muffled cry, gone is your rhythm in the dance of two.

She looks up at you, as tears cascade her porcelain skin, lip quivering on the edge of shattering.

“Yizhuo,” you barely manage. It’s hard to tell as your voice cracks at the hinges, everything brews tumultuously below the surface - you can’t quite articulate everything, not when she whispers your name with her velvet lips.

And it tastes foreign, foreign against the bygone years lost between the two of you. A tombstone, an epithet, by any other name.

Yet your name doesn’t taste like brimstone and ash, instead it tastes like strawberry and watermelon as she does what a thief does best.

It’s wistful and melancholic, even as her lips dance against your lips with a familiar grace - like two puzzle pieces meant for each other.

It lingers, much like the last one shared between the two of you - A honeyed promise, a prayer for luck and a guilty pleasure.

It’s only when the paint dries, do you realise she’s gone. A roll of bills stuffed in your jacket.

Despite it all, you can't help but pray for her health, that she didn't just buy herself the wrong kind of lottery ticket.

#gg: aespa #m: ningning #mala's recs #king :]#paladins :]

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jiutopia · 1 year ago

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I'll crawl home to her ~ k. mj.

a/n: only one week late woo!! improvements are happening, y'all!! happy belated jiu/minji day! wrote this at the request of @dark-night-insomniac - enjoy, my platonic soulmate <3

tw: arranged marriages, love at her sight trope, running away from responsibilities (me too), quick mention of blood, reader is a professional little shit

wc: 1.8k

summary: your party-crashing antics go awry when you sneak into the engagement party that celebrates the union of the oldest Kim girl and another high-ranking member of society. you don't expect that Kim girl to be Minji, the one you've been dreaming of for weeks, or for Kim Minji to recognize you right away.

♡ Masterlist ♡

To mask oneself is often a way of hiding emotions, to shield yourself from any physical, mental, or emotional harm. A mask hides your identity from the world and yourself, if you keep the mask on long enough. For you, a mask was most useful for some good, old-fashioned hell-raising.

Dressed in your second-best outfit (to sneak into the party required going through a muddy stretch of road, and your maid would’ve had a fit if you got something on your future engagement outfit), you slip past the guards and head inside of the Kim manor.

You adjust your mask as you’ve landed directly in enemy territory - the Kim family and yours have been feuding for many generations- and you didn’t need the backlash from your appearance.

Siyeon links her arm with yours as you navigate through the party, one that was supposed to celebrate the engagement of the oldest Kim girl to another. You felt bad for the girl - the Kim family was old-fashioned, and had taken to arranged marriages to marry off for the girl. At least your family lets you decide on your marriage partner, even if the stuffy clothes and constant public appearances could be a little much for you.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Siyeon whispers as you hand her a vial filled with a red liquid.

“No, but it’ll be hilarious if we manage to pull this off.” You say as she hides the vial within the deepest pockets of her overcoat.

“Why do I have to help with all of your schemes? Why not drag along one of my cousins?”

“Dami would never agree to do something this daring, and Gahyeon would babble to her parents and get us caught before we even started.” You explain before placing a hand on her shoulder. “Remember, if you get caught-”

“-Play the foreigner card, I know.” Siyeon finishes your statement before smiling to herself. “My life would be too simple if we weren’t friends.”

“There’s the Siyeon I know.” You rub her shoulder before offering her a parting sentiment. “Be careful, and make sure to keep your head down if you run into a Kim.”

“Got it.” She blends into the moving crowd too easily as you allow yourself to be pushed towards the main center of buzz and activity. The gardens surrounding the manor are gorgeous, but they don’t hold a candle to the interior of the manor itself.

The ballroom that you find yourself in is expansive and wider than you could’ve imagined, covered head-to-toe in expensive wallpaper, flooring, and decorations.

“It’s beautiful.” One of the party-goers stares in amazement as another comments on the interior.

It’s tacky, you think as you automatically roll your eyes, and you’re impressed too easily.

Is your home nearly as fancy as this? No.

Do you feel a small spark of jealousy within you? Perhaps.

You drown the negative feelings with a glass of champagne. Maybe two glasses would be the best way to enjoy the fireworks to come?

It’s all fun and games, games that you’ve played plenty of times before, until you see her.

You know who she is - she’s a Kim girl, but you were completely unaware that she was the oldest Kim girl.

Your first and only interaction with her happened when you were out with Siyeon, playing around as you normally did.

“Ah, I apologize, ma’am.” You bow to the girl who you’ve nearly sent tumbling to the ground, all because Siyeon has bad aim.

“No, it’s alright, my dress is the only thing that is harmed.” She turns and shows you the small amount of mud on the bottom of her skirt.

“Let me pay for it,” You say before noticing the Kim family crest on her attire, “and I can walk you home if you’d like?”

“That would be wonderful, thank you.” She nods before taking her arm. “Forgive my rudeness. My name is Kim Minji.”

“Minji,” You repeat to yourself, “what a lovely name.”

You both had chatted for hours, long past the time it would take to clean her dress and walk her back to the manor. Minji never questioned how you knew exactly where the manor was, or the fact that you made a few shortcuts to avoid your home.

“Thank you for your utmost kindness,” She smiles before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, “and good night to you.”

“Good night.” You mumble to her as she lets go of your arm and heads inside of the gates.

It was worth the lecture from your housekeeper for being late to dinner, and you weren’t able to keep the smug smile off of your face until you fell asleep that night.

You never forgot Minji, she was the girl in your dreams. The one you’d dream of running away from this fanciful life with. You weren’t sure that your feelings were mutual - you only met her once, of course.

Minji looks radiant in her princess-style dress that spills out over her feet and onto the floor. You’d swear she was a princess herself if the family crest on her arm didn’t give away her current familial standing.

You notice that her fiancé is off in the distance, drinking a little more than they should. They weren’t royalty, not by any means, but a respectable match for a lady of Minji’s standing.

Minji greets a few of her closest friends and family before wandering into the crowd. You find yourself pushing through the many people inside of the ballroom, wondering if you’ll even be able to catch her before she sees the one she’s supposed to marry.

Luckily, the crowd breaks just enough for you to see the back of Minji’s dress. Once you’re an arms-length away, you lightly tap her shoulder as you think of something to say.

“Thank you for coming to my party, you’re-” Her beautiful smile causes your heart to pound as you’re left speechless. “You’re the stranger from a few weeks ago, the one that helped clean up my dress and walked me home.”

“How did you know it was me?” You ask.

“I could recognize you in a crowd of millions, and besides,” She leans in close to you, “I saw the family crest on the inside of your overcoat.”

“Ah,” You shyly pull the overcoat closer to your body, “you know my secret, then?”

“It wasn’t much of a secret to begin with, really.” She shrugs before backing up and laughing. “What mayhem are you here to cause?”

“I wasn’t-”

“-I know of the things you’ve done, and I must say, I’m quite… amused by you.” Minji folds her arms after fixing her hair. “You have such a notable reputation.”

“Now you sound like my mother.” You roll your eyes before silently laughing. “I knew you were a Kim girl, and I was surprised by your kindness and grace. My parents had raised me to hate your family, but I’m starting to think that they were just blinded by past feuds and bitterness.”

“We should make new beginnings for ourselves, then. Wipe the slate new.” She offers you her hand, which you gladly take. “To new beginnings?”

“To new beginnings.” You take a sip of your champagne as she squeezes your hand.

“May I tell you something, in confidence?” She asks as a waiter takes your empty glass.

“Of course, Minji, you may.” You let go of her hand as she takes your arm and leads you to a nearby balcony.

“In all truthfulness, I haven’t been able to sleep without seeing your face. You’ve managed to consume my sleeping moments, as well as some of my waking ones. I never knew how someone could be so enchanted by a stranger, but you, you’re… so different.” Minji softly confesses to you. “I was okay with the arranged marriage, it was always going to be a part of my life as a Kim, but now I want so much more.”

“I’ve felt similarly, in all honesty. I never was one for balls and suitors, but you have completely changed my mind. My foolish tricks were not the only things that brought me here tonight. I was hoping you would see me, and maybe I would have a chance, but…” You trail off as you stare at her fiancé. “You have someone here for you.”

“I-” She pauses as a guard storms into the ballroom.

“There appears to be… unsavory company in our midst. We are requesting all attendees report to their nearest guard to be checked for the family crest that they adorn.” The guard announces as a few more appear behind him.

Well, shit.

“C’mon, I know of a secret passageway. I can help you escape.” Minji pulls you towards the exit as you try to hide your face with your overcoat.

Your escape from the party was a lot less eventful than you expected. You ended up in Minji’s private garden when the passage door closed behind you.

“I don’t think I will be able to express my gratitude for you, Minji.” You say before sitting on a park bench.

“It was my pleasure to help you.” She gently pulls up her skirt before sitting next to you. “Pray tell, how will you make your daring escape?”

“The hedges aren’t too tall or thick, so I could climb over or squeeze through them, depending on the durability of my pants.” You lightly pick at the stitching as she laughs. “Then, I will use the nighttime to sneak away to my home, where my housemaid will surely belittle me until I fall asleep.”

“It sounds perfect, except for one thing.”

“What’s that?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“Doesn’t the adventurer, after escaping near death, need to show their affection for the love interest before they leave?”

You chuckle before lightly smacking your head.

“Of course, how could I forget?”

You lean in and softly kiss her lips as her arms wrap around you. You deepen the kiss as your arms meet her waist, and you find yourself missing her lips as soon as they leave yours.

“Would the love interest like to travel with the adventurer, explore the world a bit, before settling down?” You unwrap yourself from Minji before standing up and offering her your hand.

“What would their family and friends say?”

“Nothing bad, if they truly cared for the person they were traveling with,” You smile as she grabs your hand, “and I truly care for you with all of my heart.”

“Then I suppose a bit of traveling couldn’t hurt, then.”

The two of you wander into the night, far away from the places you call home, in hopes of finding what truly lies behind the walls that have entrapped the both of you. Maybe you’ll find peace, or another place to stay.

Or maybe you’ll realize how much you need Minji, how you’d crawl home to her from the pits of hell if you had to.

Maybe you’ll find nothing at all and return back to your normal lives.

But as you hold Minji’s hand and run through the forest with her, it seems like everything is possible. The world is at your fingertips, ready for a new story to be told by a new generation.

#panda :]#paladins :]#mala's recs

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jiutopia · 1 year ago

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you’re the sunflower (i think your love would be too much)

kim dahyun x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: dahyun's a busy woman and mother, you're willing to do anything to help her out.

warnings: dahyun is a single mother ; fluff and fluff my fav forever ; I can't really think of what else there is ; anything else not mentioned ; not proofread

a/n: dubu day! short n sweet

dahyun trudges home, her work bag feeling heavier on her shoulder as she walks up the three steps leading to the door of her house.

when she opens the door, she finds her small townhouse completely dark, no lights on except some peaking out form the stairs to the second level.

your car was still in the driveway, so you were still here too, with her daughter, may.

she sets her bag on the counter, then slips off her jacket before hanging it on the coat rack beside the door. a soft sigh leaves her lips as she settles down on the couch, relaxing her shoulders and closing her eyes.

then, the faint sound of footsteps quietly rings throughout the house.

the light turns on, dahyuns eyes open, and she turns to the right to see a familiar figure creeping down the stairs.

a smile spreads across her face as she watches you try your best to put your backpack on, desperately avoiding any sudden movement that’ll ring the keychains on the zippers.

dahyun grins. “hey.”

she watches you jump, a noticeable gasp leaving your lips as you turn to see her.

“jesus,” you mutter, “you scared me.”

she giggles, then makes her way over to you.

“is she asleep?”

“yup, like a baby.” you assure. dahyuns hair is loose, strands falling over her face. you bring your pointer finger over to brush them away. “how was work?”

her heart flutters before answering. “a little tiring, the usual.”

“aw, sorry to hear.” you say, frowning. “well, i ordered takeout. there’s some leftover chinese in the fridge for you, i wasn’t sure if you’d have time to eat dinner.”

she can’t help but feel all bashful from your consideration, heart melting as soon as she hears your words.

“thank you y/n, you’re so sweet.”

“ah, anything for you. it’s never a problem for me.” you laugh the sincerity of your response off, shaking your hand. “i’d love to eat with you, but i really have to get home early. i have some meeting tomorrow that’s mandatory, i don’t know why.”

she frowns, pursing her lips a bit.

you put your hand on her shoulder, leaving it there for a bit as you look at her. you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, not until dahyun places her hand on yours and beats you to breaking the silence.

“well, i hope that meeting goes well. thank you for taking care of may.”

“it’s no problem, i’ll see you…?”

“we’ll see, i don’t want to trouble you.”

“never trouble if it’s you.” you giggle softly, eyes soften in as you linger on each feature on her face. “i’ll get going now, text me if you need me — and i mean it.”

dahyun laughs, “fine, fine.”

you put your hands in your pocket, heading towards the front door and opening it before pausing and turning towards dahyun.

“goodnight.”

she smiles.

“sleep tight.”

work gets more hectic for dahyun, deadlines are plastered across her calendar, her boss has been on edge, and she doesn’t have time to take care of may.

she calls you up to ask if you’re free to take care of her, and when you say yes, she thanks you at least ten times, followed by a string of apologies.

the day later you show up to pick up her daughter from school, taking her home and calling dahyun to let her know everything is fine. you hear her voice on the other end of the line, rushed apologies spew out her mouth.

“it’s fine hyun, don’t worry, seriously.”

you hear her sigh at the end of the line, probably pinching the bridge of her nose too.

“i owe you the world.”

“oh, just keep working to support you and your daughter. i don’t need anything but the assurance that you’re both fine.”

dahyun might tear up after hearing the sincerity in your voice.

“you’re the sweetest person i know y/n.”

“and you’re even sweet hyun, get back to work okay? besides, spending time with may is better than rotting in my apartment.”

once you hit a red light, you look over to may, who’s eyes are threatening to close in the passengers seat. first grade must be tiring.

“okay, okay. i’ll see you this evening y/n, im sorry, and thank you.”

“take care of yourself hyunie, ill see you.”

both smiling, you two end the call at the same time.

dahyun looks at her screen, groaning frustratedly before pulling up spreadsheets and reminders. she starts to type away, her mind trailing off here and there to think of you, and how grateful she is.

on your side, you’ve just reached dahyun’s place, pulling up in the parking spot next to where she usually parks. you look over to see may, who’s asleep with the artwork she’s made in her arms, and smile lovingly.

you’ve known may since she was born, the first person to hold her was you.

she’s someone you’ve cared for over the years, you’re almost like a godmother to her with how often you see and spend time with her. out of the few people you keep close, she’s one of them.

carrying her in your arms, you walk up the steps and type in the code that unlocks the door. dahyun gave you the code from how often you visited. you step inside and hear a small mumble in your ear, may shifts her head while it rests on your shoulder.

"is mommy home yet?"

you place your hand on her head, soothing her scalp. "she's busy with work, she'll be home later."

she hums into your shirt as you find your way to the couch, then you set her down. she lays down on the little pillow before you pull away from her, which urges her to wake up a bit.

you hear her stomach rumble and giggle. "someone's hungry."

the rest of the afternoon into the evening is relatively calming. may sits next to you on the couch while you work on something for your company.

there's a clipboard in her lap and markers, crayons, as well as scissors beside her. you two sing along to the songs playing on your computer while both of you work on whatever it is that needs to be done, enjoying each other's presence and appreciating the tenderness of the moment.

after thirty minutes of work, you decide to take a little break, stretching your arms out and looking over to snoop at what she's working on.

she's scribbling, mixing colors that work nicely together to make something cute looking around the words "happy birthday mom."

right, it's dahyun's birthday tomorrow.

you remember the first birthday of hers that you spent with her, a year before may was born. it was in her apartment, and only you were there because everyone had their finals and exams.

it was an hour before her birthday ended, she was cooped up in her room studying because she had tried to convince everyone it was fine and that the weekend would be a better time for something big. but you were stubborn, not wanting any birthday to be put to waste.

the memory of spending the last hour of her twenty-first birthday crosses your mind and it makes you smile. you look at may, her features resembling her mothers, the same features you adore; their eyes and noses were nearly identical.

"that's beautiful may."

"thank you y/n, it's for my mom."

"i can see that." you respond, watching closely. "can I make one?"

she nods eagerly, practically jumping out the seat to run over to where dahyun's desk is in the other room. seconds later she's back with a blank paper and a hardcover book for you to write on it, handing it over and trying her best not to show her struggling to hold the heavy book.

may's head rests against your shoulder as she leans on you, continuing to scribble and you catch the little doodle of her and her mom together, with you standing next to them as well. your lips turn up into a smile.

"y/n?"

"yes?"

she scribbles something similar to how your hair is done onto the stick figure. "do you love my mom?"

"i've known her forever; of course i love your mom."

"no, do you love mommy like people with a mom and dad love each other?"

may didn't have a dad; he was simply out of the picture. it saddens you to think about her questions, which are born from curiosity but still tug at your heartstrings. and you love dahyun deeply, beyond words. she’s your rock, and you’ve done everything you could for her and will continue to do so. ss you look at the girl in front of you, patiently waiting for an answer, all you can see is a reflection of the person you love the most.

"i--" you pause, biting your lip. "that's a difficult question."

"i always see my friends with their parents, and I think my mommy loves you like that." kids say things with such deeper meanings, things that are so complex without knowing. her response catches you off guard. "the way their mom's and dad's are with each other reminds me of the two of you."

you try to laugh off the feeling of your body starting to tense up. "well, that's wonderful to hear that they love each other so much. and I don't think your mom has much time to love me like that."

"well, whenever she does have time i think she loves you."

jesus, she sounds like momo convincing you your feelings for dahyun were mutual the day before graduation. it couldn't be true, but her daughter convincing you this time -- it makes you rethink it all.

"you're silly, may. let's finish these drawings up before she gets here."

may drops the topic, but you still think about the weight of her words. if her daughter can pick up the same things as momo, could it be true? you don't want to think too hard about that, it's too complicated. it's always been something you didn't want to put on dahyun; you and your feelings.

an hour passes by, but it feels like seconds.

may steals your phone and with her little fingers she plays a few of your favorite songs. they range from radio music that both of you have memorized to songs from movies you've watched with her and her mother. when it switches to slower songs that are queued automatically, the five hours of sleep from the night creep up to you.

the little girl continues to draw on her paper, then asks you a question about what you've been working on, only to earn no response.

she looks over to see your mouth partially open and your head leaned back. your arms are limp, the marker you had been writing with sits loosely in between your fingers, and your breathing is labored.

she tries to shake you awake, but fails. your head falls down at an angle now, which makes may laugh. she decides to take your paper and her's away after checking the time on your phone; her mom would be home soon.

may returns to see you asleep still, then decides to join you. she returns to the position from before, now laying again you and closing her eyes before mumbling a low, "goodnight y/n, you must be very sleepy."

it's a little over half past nine when dahyun reaches her house, unlocking the door with her bag hung on her shoulder.

it's late, the lights are still on, and she hears a faint melody playing. she trudges over to the living room, smiling immediately at what she sees before her.

your head is angled uncomfortably, your arm around may, with your mouth slightly open. dahyun finds it all so adorable. her daughter is snoring softly, a small trail of drool escaping from the corner of her lips. the sight urges dahyun to find her phone and snap a picture, which she immediately adds to her favorites.

she places her bag down on the coffee table in front of you two, then slowly lifts her daughter into her arms, trying not to wake the two of you. she lets may rest her head on her shoulder as she carries her up to her daughters bedroom, placing the little girl on her bed and tucking her in.

dahyun places a kiss on the little girls forehead, which nudges her awake. "mommy?'

"shhh, sweetheart, it's time for bed."

"okay... but y/n is still sleeping... can she stay?"

"sweetheart," dahyun holds her daughters hand and brings it up to her lips, placing a warm kiss. "of course, I was going to make her sleepover too, it's quite late."

may's eyes are half open, she's tired beyond measure, but still, she manages to murmur a sleepy response that shakes dahyun up. "you love her a lot, don't you. like my friends' mom's and dad's love each other."

what are they teaching at schools these days? how to analyze romantic literature?

"i--" dahyun sighs out, pursing her lips. "it's late, get some rest honey. i don't have work tomorrow, let's talk about this tomorrow when you're awake."

may hums and dahyun kisses her forehead once more before heading to the doorframe, lingering there before she turns off the light and closes the door.

she walks back downstairs to find you still asleep on the couch, head angled even worse. if you had slept like that for a few hours more, she might just have you at the chiropractor.

dahyun moves your hair out your face and sits you up correctly -- it wakes you up.

"what..." you mutter sleepily, subconsciously leaning against dahyun's hand. you sigh softly, happily, and smile once you blink a couple times to meet dahyun's face. you could never get tired of those features, and you could make them out even in a thick fog. "you're home."

"i am."

you put your hand on hers. "happy birthday."

"it's not midnight yet."

"happy early birthday then."

you're a little more awake now, awake enough to stand up and face dahyun, who's looking at you with concern.

"stay the night." it sounds like an order from her. "it's too late for you to go home."

"i don't want to cause trouble--"

"y/n, be serious. you're never trouble." dahyun sighs, right before taking your hand in hers and leading you to the stairs. "besides, I don't work tomorrow since I finished everything. that's why I was out so late."

"okay."

you let her drag you upstairs, then into her room. you let her push you into one of the bathrooms, let her hand you one of the shorts you left and one of her oversized t-shirts that still fits a little snug on you. you let her convince you to stay in her room with her and not the couch.

it's eleven after you two situate yourselves; the process of showering doesn't take long, but nearly two hours pass when you both are downstairs and reminiscing, talking about your day, then anything and everything.

both of you are upstairs when it's around 11:50pm. you get in bed first, sitting on the edge and checking a few notifications on your phone before dahyun asks, "can you help me out.?

you perk your head up, looking at her as she stands in front of the mirror. "of course, what is it?"

she watches you make your way over to her, then sees you creep up from behind on the mirror.

"my shoulders are tense." she simply says, looking at you from the mirror. she doesn't need to say anything else to have your hands on either side of her neck, squeezing tightly. she relaxes under your touch, appreciating the way your hands remove the tension from sitting at a desk for hours.

the tension that's still present is everything between you two. may's question still lingers in both of your heads; you're the first to bring it up.

"your daughter asked if we love each other like a mom and dad."

"she asked you too?"

"yeah."

silence follows. dahyun sighs when your thumb presses beside her shoulder blade, your breath tickles the back of her neck. she turns around to look at you, head tilted up slightly.

the only light that's in the room is coming from the lamp on the bedside table, it emphasizes the curve of your nose and look in your eyes when she meets your gaze.

she adds, "what did you say?"

"i dodged the question."

"what would you have said if you hadn't?"

she's trapped you with that question, and the hand on your shoulder, and those eyes.

the truth is; you love dahyun more than any of those kids' parents do, probably. you want to give dahyun everything, it's what you've always wanted to do the first time she had taken care of you back in your second year of college.

she's taken care of you when you were sick, drunk, and mentally fighting. she's been there longer than most, and she's pure, she's genuine, she's beautiful; dahyun is your world, your rock, everything and more.

you love her more than what a child can see between two parents of another. you sigh at the thought of her not eating, you think of her at night when it's storming and gloomy, you buy her the bread she's fond of, you bring her chocolates at work, you do her laundry when she's visibly drained; you love dahyun so much that it's all you are -- you are care and adoration because of her.

"i," you try to conjure up everything you can to answer the question simply. it's late and you're vulnerable when she stares at you, vulnerable after years of pining, and vulnerable after that question from may. years of loving can't be put into a sentence, but you manage to say something. "I love you more than that. the question is broad."

"it is," she's a little closer to you now, your faces are not so far apart. "the question caught me off guard."

"the questions is quite nerve-racking for something being asked by a six year old."

"y/n," dahyun practically sighs, lovingly. "i really love you, you know. not just because you've done all this but-- because you're you."

you break. "dahyun, i would move mountains for you. i want to be the person you lean on for everything and more, I've loved you beyond words since you fell asleep on me during that lecture."

"for psych?"

"for psych."

your hand intertwines with dahyun's, she tightens the hold. you might just collapse right then and there, but honestly, if dahyun's there to catch you, that's quite alright.

she places her hand right on your cheek, her fingers twitch and graze on your warm skin right before she's on her tip toes to kiss you.

her lips are warm and soft and all kinds of comforting when they meet yours. it's perfect, it's everything you've been dreaming of for years.

your phone rings in the background, the reminder that you've set a whole notification for her birthday pulls you away from her, and now your hands are on her waist.

"happy birthday." you whisper against her lips.

she smiles, you can feel it against your own. dahyun parts from you, but her hand still rests on the base of your neck and she still has her fingers intertwined with yours with the other hand.

"this might be my favorite birthday, i think."

"not the time i showed up outside your house drenched from the rain?"

"no, you didn't kiss me that time." she says before meeting your lips again, putting both hands on your shoulders and pushing you closer into her. the taste of your lips is sweeter than she's imagined, and the scent of her own body wash fills her senses; you're perfect. "this is much better."

#miinatozakiii :]#mala’s recs

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jiutopia · 1 year ago

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hello ??? this is so beautiful, lord have i missed katie's writing (again uni how i hate you so)

their dynamic is so fun, i need more honestly, it so good ;-;