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This… this is the fanfic that is keeping me alive.

From Student to Equal

Fem!Reader x Young!Hansu Seong • One-shot

Warnings: Disabled reader, mentions of violence, violence, age gap, cursing, the urge to punch a 5-year-old, sfw

Word count: 10k+

I parked the car about a block away from the tournament and waited. Without a ticket I couldn’t get in anyway, so I stayed inside my rental and played some local music.

Tournaments were fun to watch, and I have nothing against them. It’s just a little bitter for me, that’s all. I can’t help but be a little judgmental of some twelve-year-olds in martial arts uniforms rushing into the building… no doubt late. Some of those boys wouldn’t have time for a warm up; I snickered to think how their coaches would react. The music droned on for an hour or so. I read through a book I’d brought along with me from Japan. I suck at reading Hiragana symbols… but I tried my best to decipher the text.

It was about three fifty in the afternoon when I finally began unloading my things. I grabbed my crutch too. It made walking a little easier.

The walk to outside of the small stadium wasn’t far for the average person. I shut my car door and manually locked it with the key. My crutch leaned against the car and my bag was already slung over my shoulder. I limped aimlessly at first. Mindlessly window shopping and such. I cooed at a nearby cat, which unfortunately already had a collar. Even if my attire wasn’t out of the ordinary, I still felt out of place. A little naked, even. I subconsciously fretted over my appearance, even grabbing at an invisible belt at my waist. Force of habit. I waited outside the building for a bit. Eventually some contestants and parents began trickling out of the building. I suspected the tournament would be over soon. Some coaches and kids had probably stuck around to watch the pool of teenagers. There I was complaining about the wait and how chilly it was outside, when I’m sure the inside wasn’t very pleasant either. A warm, stuffy, sweaty stadium. No thanks. I had a scarf in my purse that I wrapped around my neck. A stranger offered to help me, but I assured her I was fine. I leaned the crutch against the building and all was fine. My hands were getting cold. Why were they taking so damn long?

Okay… I could be patient. Yeah. Really patient. It’s not like I had waited an hour or two… or anything. Patience. That was key. I sighed heavily.

The doors finally opened, and everyone left began pouring out of the building. I noticed a couple of kids walking out with metals and trophies. A smile traced my lips watching them ogle at the prizes. Hard work pays off. Kids are pretty cute.

My eyes snapped up. There he was…! A couple of his students and their moms trailed nearby. I smirked to myself and tucked the crutch under my arm.

I don’t give a damn about my social anxiety. after a while I learned no one cared.

“Seong-nim!”

He turned around, eyes reflecting his confusion. I beamed at him from afar. Watching Hansu’s face alight with recognition was fun. A tiny smile curved onto his lips. Although I moved to walk over, he excused himself from the others and approached me. I noticed his hair was shorter than it had been. He looked a little more mature, too. That was probably a good thing, although in his defense he had really calmed down those last few years.

“You should’ve told me you were coming—”

I use the crutch-pad to jab him in the shoulder lightly. It stops him from approaching any more. The gesture is playful. “That would’ve been no fun. How’d it go?” I smile, replacing the cutch under my arm. I tilted my head to get a better look at the group of kids I assumed were some students.

“It went well.”

“Be honest.”

“Some could’ve done better,” he admitted. I was waiting for his inner coach to shine through. At some point an instructor has to tell the truth. I knew deep down all Hansu wanted to do was be brutally honest.

I shrugged, beginning to walk forward towards the group of kids. “Yeah, ‘course.”

I was aware there were questions he wanted to ask. In my head I had planned to ask him out to dinner, but I didn’t want to pull him away from his students. I was pretty sure his kid had a bedtime too.

Hansu followed close behind before walking to my side. I was introduced to the four students he had brought to participate in the tournament. Only two parents were there. I leaned over to Hansu. “Where’s yours?” “Mine?” “Tae…? Taeyun? Sorry… what did you name hi-”

“Oh, Taehoon,” he adjusted his glasses. There was a pause. “Taehoon… is with a babysitter.”

“Oh.” I didn’t say anything else about it. I waited with him until all the kids had been picked up. My leg started to hurt at some point, so I sat down on a bench nearby.

“I’m okay, Seong-nim,” I assured him. He had a pained expression on his face, but I couldn’t decipher whether it was concern or just pity. I hoped not the latter.

He sat on the bench beside me. The kids were all gone, and not much of the crowd was left. I pressed my arm against his. Physical affection between the two of us wasn’t really practiced. I was happy to see him though, and I knew he could tell. He leaned into me. “How’s your leg…?” He asked, adjusting his glasses and glancing over seriously.

“I’m dealing with it,” I answered. “I’d rather talk to you about it some other time… maybe over dinner.”

I cringed at the thought that that sounded… bad. I looked over at him, leaning my head back.

“Of course I understand… you’re probably busy with Tae…?”

“Taehoon.” “Yeah. Taehoon.”

A silence flooded between the two of us. I continued to stare at him, feeling awkward and hoping I hadn’t brought up a sensitive subject.

“My son is sort of… special.” “Oh, I’m sorry Seong-nim. Down syndrome? You know-”

Hansu laughs, shaking his head. “No, not like that. My son is… like me.”

“A hoo-” I stopped mid-sentence. A smile played at my lips. “Come on Hansu. He can’t be that bad.”

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

I waited in my car that was parked behind his. Stationed outside the babysitter’s house, I warmed my hands by blowing on them. I had no idea how to operate the AC system in this rental car, so I decided to stick through the evening chill. I planned to tell Hansu the news that I was moving back to Seoul. I was sure he’d like that. Having someone, especially someone so close to me, nearby would help a lot. The years spent abroad had been rough. Money was pretty tight, too.

I hadn’t been back in Korea for a while. At least not in any big cities. I had been around a few different countries. Taking a break from… stuff. Moving around as a tourist was difficult with a crutch though.

Hansu seemed to be taking a long time. I narrowed my eyes as I stared at the front door. Faint voices drifted into my car, but they were inaudible for me to discern. after a few beats of silence Hansu came outside, followed in toe by who I assumed was Taehoon. I smiled in awe at the sight of him. Tiny tee shirt, cute sandals, dark floppy hair. Awkwardly I watched as the kid turned to his dad and started… yelling? Damn. That was harsh.

I turned on my car engine and honked a little. It made Taehoon jump and drew Hansu’s attention away from him. They clambered into their car and led the way back to their house.

Turns out my old Taekwondo master was still a crazy fanatic about his studio. He must’ve loved it so much that he couldn’t bare to move away from it. I shook my head and smiled as we pulled up to their building. My fingers clumsily grabbed my tote bag and crutch. It was always a hassle getting out of a compact car. Before I could even open the door for myself, it swung open. Taehoon (apparently this was Hansu’s offspring-?) stood on the other side of the door with a scowl on his little pudgy face. He let out a sulky groan. “Hurry up and get out-!” I blinked. Stated a little. “Sorry… right,” I replied dazedly.

I heard Hansu tell off his child for being so brash. He looked at me apologetically.

I slid out of my car seat and placed the crutch under my arm. I recognized the distasteful pity on Taehoon’s face. He seemed to shut up around me after that. As they led me into their home, I picked up on Taehoon’s grumbling about wanting to attend the tournament. He asked questions about who I was, too. For a kid that couldn’t be older than six, he sure had a mouth on him.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

Hansu felt warm frustration bumbling under his docile facade. Taehoon had given hell to Ms Yoon, apparently. He had to apologize for this brat’s behavior once again. It didn’t help at all.

On top of that, Taehoon seemed incapable of learning manners. Watching him talk to (Y/N) like that sent another kind of warmth through Hansu’s body. That kid was hopeless. Who raised that brat anyway?

He was glad Taehoon was being quiet while he prepped their dinner. He panicked at first, thinking there wouldn’t be enough for the surprise guest. Turns out there was plenty.

“Here you are,” he smiled, placing the bowls down on the table. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say he was in a better mood than usual today.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) returned the smile. A beat of silence passed before she looked over at Taehoon sharply.

“What do you say…?” Hansu stared wordlessly.

Taehoon looked up at her warily. “What do you mean?” “Ah, Seong-nim. You weren’t kidding, he is a brat like you,” she said. Hansu had no idea how she could insult someone with such earnest sincerity. It almost seemed polite. A smirk flickered across his features. The fatigue wore off for a second.

Taehoon didn’t seem to like the comment. He furrowed his brows angrily and glared at the woman who sat beside him. “Say thank you, Taehoon.” It took a few seconds and a glare before he complied.

“Thanks old man.”

“You’re welcome”.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

Taehoon was playing with his figurines on the floor while the adults drank tea. The room felt warm and comfortable. Homey. Hansu took a sip from his herbal brew, eyeing (Y/N) silently.

“So… how were your travels?”

She looked up from her daze. “Oh, fine thank you.”

Her politeness was expected. (Y/N) had always been polite, despite Hansu, as her senior, not being the best example. She glanced over at Taehoon on the floor, who was currently making his action figures collide. He made a few quiet grunting noises.

(Y/N) finally set down her cup and sucked in a deep breath. “Well, anyway. I’m sorry for keeping you in the dark Seong-nim. I just got back in Korea last Tuesday, and I’ve been busy moving into my new apartment.”

“Oh. Do you need any help unpacking?”

“I think I can manage for now, thank you,” she grinned. “The apartment is nearby… actually. I was wondering if… if you’re okay with it ‘course, if I could hang around the studio for a bit.”

“Is that okay?” Hansu asked, a furrow forming in his brow. His demeanor was all over the place. At first he was worried about her unpacking, then he was excited that she was nearby, and now…

“I’m getting over it. It’s fine.” “You’re sure?”

“I love being around your studio-!” She reached out to smack his arm lightly. Hansu felt a small tinge of bitterness, but he masked it with a smile. A warmth grew in the pit of his stomach; most likely it’s relief that she’s coped so well. She seems to regained complete trust in him. There’s no hard feelings.

Taehoon accidentally broke the leg off one of his figurines and asked for permission to hot glue it together. The adult conversation ended there.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

“Seong-nim… are you sure his stance is correct?” I asked. Basking in the sunlight while resting in a chair, I watched dubiously as my former mentor conducted a Taekwondo lesson. The kids kept their gazes forward, but I could tell they were confused by the interruption . I didn’t mean any offense.

Hansu hardens his jaw and turns to me.

“Why do you ask?” “Check his feet.”

Hansu gently guided the boy’s legs into a better stance. Honestly the kid wasn’t wrong… he just wasn’t entirely right. Hansu looked up at me and smiled slightly. He still has a bit of an ego issue.

I nodded bashfully and grabbed my crutch, slinking off before I tested his nerves any more. The studio felt familiar. I appreciated the cushioning underneath my feet. Of course athlete’s foot was never a thrill but you had to pardon me for feeling some bittersweet nostalgia.

I could faintly hear Hansu giving instructions from the other side of the wall. The warm rumble of his words made my heart sink actually. Old words I had heard dozens of times. The basics of taekwondo. My eyes started stinging a bit. I tried to suck it up as my eyes glazed over some old photos in the entryway.

A hot tear began trickling down my cheek just as I heard a shout from upstairs. Immediately I turned to the staircase a few yards away, tilting my head. I thought no one was allowed up there… unless that was Taehoon. But he knew better than to cause trouble during-

“Taehoon what the h— what’s wrong?” I yelped on my way up the stairs, grabbing onto his arm with my free hand as he tried to run past. He glares at me, cheeks flared and eyes narrowed angrily. I just stare back.

“Let go of me. I gotta talk to dad.” “Is something wrong…?”

Taehoon yanks his arm out of my grip. “What do you care?” Even though his words carry some attitude with them, it’s hard to understand what he’s saying. He slurs his words together a bit. “Well your dad is busy… can I help you?”

Taehoon shakes his head defiantly. I sigh. This kid is a brat… actually. I thought Hansu had been exaggerating. I try to be patient though, trying to give the kid the benefit of the doubt. But…. Letting him interrupt his dad’s class was something I would NOT let happen. I clambered down the stairs to follow him. The two of us peered from the doorway into the studio, watching as Hansu conducted the class. The kids swung their legs to mimic their master. We watched silently for a few seconds.

Taehoon once again starts forward and I grab his torso, letting my crutch clatter to the floor. It doesn’t make loud enough noise to draw anyone’s attention, except for Taehoon. “Listen… kid-” I strain my whisper, pulling him back behind the wall. “If you don’t tell me what’s the matter I can’t help you. Trust me when I say you don’t wanna barge in there right now. Your dad will kill us.”

“Why the hell would he kill you?” Taehoon snaps, pushing his way out of my grip. Carrying him made my leg spasm painfully, so I oblige to release him. “Uh, because? He’s my senior. He used to be my teacher. He could do whatever-”

“-So you’re the bitch who ran off with another master?”

My heart sinks at this brat’s words, but I refrain from saying anything I would regret. For a second I feel hollow, and I don’t move at all. “Taehoon please don’t call me that, alright? Look. Tell me what’s the matter.”

“I’m bored.”

I feel my body swelling with heat. Angry heat, that is. Is he for real? I pinch my nose before reaching ahead for my crutch. Taehoon picks it up and pushes it into my hand.

“Are you… serious right now?” “You think I’m lying?” He counters. I really want to slap him. Spank him. Asian mom techniques. I’m not his mom though, and that would be totally inappropriate.

“You need to control that temper of yours,” is all I say. I grab his hand and stand upright. “Follow me. I’ll uh… we’ll go on a walk.”

It’s apparent that some sort of dark thought had crossed Taehoon’s mind. His eyes flickered down my body quickly. Sheepishly. He swallowed and nodded his head reluctantly.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

The two of us had slipped out and made our way to some of the local shops. I bought some Advil at the pharmacy for my leg. I wasn’t about to admit it in front of the kid, but picking him up had really made it hurt. Honestly I was at a loss around kids like him.

How exactly do you explain a malunion fracture to a five… six year old anyway? You don’t… right? I sighed and grabbed hold of his hand, dragging him across the street. He digs in his heels. It earns a couple stares from strangers, so he cooperates.

“Alright. You still bored?” I ask. He shrugs his shoulders and glares at the floor.

“(Y/N). Why do you need that stupid stick anyway?”

I pause for a while to think of an answer. In the end I couldn’t think of anything that would make the pill easier to swallow. (For me, not him.) The words would usually get stuck in my throat when people asked me about it. I adjusted my grip on his tiny hand.

“I hurt my leg,” I say simply.

Taehoon falls silent as we walk closer to a local park. My crutch echoes on the sidewalk. It fills in the awkward silence.

“My dad said one of his students hurt herself. Did you guys break up?”

“Usually people say break-up… like- couples. Girlfriends and boyfriends-”

“I knew that!” Taehoon huffs.

“It’s okay to not know everything and be wrong sometimes y’know-”

“Like you dumping my dad?”

For the next five paces I walk in silence. Absorbing his words. He is a brat… but that’s true. He’s right.

“Yeah. I was wrong when I did that.”

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

Taehoon crashes in his bed midday. The walk and a visit to the park had wiped him out. I had to get Hansu to carry him upstairs while I collected some of my belongings.

I left to my apartment a few minutes later. The day had been pretty exhausting. I also had a resume to keep filling out. I had said bye to Hansu.

I needed to get a job pretty fast, but I was honestly hopeful. There’s a surprising amount of sitting jobs in Korea. Well, in my area anyways.

I was able to walk without my crutch in the apartment. The assortment of boxes that were left was kinda saddening, actually. I pushed some of the empty boxes out of the walkway before moving into the kitchen. Dinner would probably be something simple. I had learned plenty of quick recipes while traveling. Plenty. I began washing off some vegetables when the land-line rang. I let it go to voicemail the first time. A few seconds later it rang again.

I mumbled a curse and dried off my hands. “Hello?”

I wasn’t expecting Master Seong himself to be on the other line. “(Y/N) it’s Hansu.”

I leaned against the counter and adjusted my grip on the phone. “Oh. Hi,” a moment of awkwardness panic. “Can I help you?”

His sigh crackles over the landline. “Yeah. I was wondering if I could ask you a favor…?”

“Mhm.”

“You said you haven’t found a job yet, right?”

I furrow my brows, having forgotten that I mentioned that to him. Oh wait. Yeah. “Yeah, that’s right.”

He paused, “…I was wondering if you’d be open to… helping me?”

I was about to object. As much as I wish I could, tutoring Taekwondo in my condition would-

“With Taehoon.”

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

“I dunno… 10,344 won per hour seems kinda cheap. Especially since it’s your kid.”

“(Y/N)…”

“I’m just saying. You can’t stop bragging about how big of a brat he is,” I dig through some items in my purse.

Hansu cracks a smile and chuckles, “I don’t brag. Why would I brag about that.”

I shrug.

I always preferred it when my coach wasn’t so uptight. In all honesty Hansu had never been super hard on me… until I started getting a mind of my own, that is. He was more just… cocky. Had a bit of an egotistical “prove them wrong” and “you should win this” kind of demeanor.

I finally retrieved what I had been looking for. I handed Hansu the box of chocolates I had bought him. “Sorry… I wasn’t able to get you any red wine or anything.”

I walked away after a few more minutes of conversation to head upstairs. Teahoon was supposed to be studying on his own. I doubted that was happening.

“What’d you get for me?” Taehoon asks as soon as I open the door.

He’s sitting at a low table, using some crayons to fill in a Wrestler coloring book. Tiny white socks are tucked underneath his small legs covered in sweatpants. I inwardly think his fashion sense is kinda cute for a five-year-old. I remind myself of his potty mouth.

“Oh, were you eavesdropping?” I retort, but already I’ve begun digging through my purse.

“No-!” He glares over at me. There’s a bit of panic to his stare.

“It’s rude to eavesdrop, Taehoon. Try not to, okay?” The words feel awkward to say. It sounds like something a mom would say, which I definitely am not.

He doesn’t make any gesture of understanding or refusal. Instead he just accepts the lollipop I manage to pull out of the dark chasms of my purse. I sit down on the floor with him just as he’s finished unwrapping the candy, and in an instant he’s handing me his discarded wrapper.

“Trash.”

“Yeah. Trash.”

Taehoon looks over at me, the lollipop jutting into his cheek, his brows furrowed in confusion. “S’ trash.”

“I know. You got legs, right? You can use them,” I reply. I gesture down to my own legs. Frankly I can move if I want to… but my brain flashes me with three letters. W. T. F.

Taehoon crawls to the trash can in the corner, crawls back, and resumes coloring. I grab one of his coloring pages and begin coloring.

“Why is your leg like that?” He asks.

More questions. I glance down at my leg on the floor. It’s bent. Awkward and unnatural, it’s those funky proportions that have given me trouble for years. It’s not super obvious, but I guess to Taehoon it is. I keep coloring.

“I injured it.”

“Will that happen if… if I injure my leg?”

“No Taehoon. Your dad wouldn’t let that happen.”

We plan out what we could do this week. Taehoon wants to go to the beach, but I tell him that’s not likely this week. Maybe some other time. I opt to take him to the library on Friday. It really depends on how well he behaves on all the other days. (Maybe I’ll be decent at this babysitting thing.)

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

Hansu looks over at the chocolates waiting for him in the corner of the room. If he was right- which he probably was- then she got those from Japan. Chocolates… red wine? Apology gifts?

One of his kids kicks him hard in the shin. “Master Seong! Was that a proper kick?” “You’re still chicken-kicking, Jin. I saw you.”

The boy frowns, slouches, and returns to the back of the line. Another kid approaches to land a kick on his shin. The lesson ends a couple minutes later.

Hansu runs a hand through his hair as he walks over. It feels damp. That’s nasty to ladies, but he’s kinda proud of himself. His kids made him work up a sweat. When he looks outside, he notices (Y/N)’s car is missing. He’s betting she took Taehoon out. A touch of nervousness makes his stomach feel empty. If his son doesn’t behave… well… he doesn’t want to get any further from (Y/N).

The chocolates are, in fact, from Japan. It’s weird for him to think of all the experiences she went through without him knowing. He missed out on a lot since her accident. She had traveled, he was aware. But how long? Where? With who? He opened up the package. A small note fell out. As expected. It was an apology, although he felt like it was unnecessary. He should probably be the one apologizing, even though he wasn’t very good at it. The note seemed old, like a letter she neglected to send.

Dear Seong-Nim,

I’m only a few months into my travels, and I’ve wanted to write to you a lot. Sorry I haven’t kept in touch. Japan is really pretty like you said. I haven’t been contacting a lot of people so don’t worry- I haven’t been ignoring you. I wanted to thank you for putting up with me and being my teacher. You’re very good at it. I’m sorry if I’ve caused you any stress.

Right before her signature there was a line that caught Hansu’s attention. His brown eyes scanned across the words several times. He wasn’t sure what the lump in his throat was from- relief or anger? Either or. It didn’t matter.

The last line read: By the way, I’ve cut her out of my life- we don’t speak anymore.

He folded the note and moved onto the chocolates. At least, he tried to. Half way through eating them he couldn’t swallow. He gripped the side of the table.

A few minutes later he was sighing to himself. Having a temper tantrum was actually embarrassing- luckily no one was around to witness it. He scooped broken clay off the ground, disappointed that he had broken a nice vase. The room was dark and quiet, save for the clinking chips of pottery that he swept up.

The front door opened and Hansu was still cleaning up his tiny mess.

“Oh, what happened?” (Y/N) asked immediately. She stood in the doorway, holding Taehoon’s hand, weighed down with a tote bag.

“Accident,” he replied, adjusting his glasses before standing. “How was it today?”

Taehoon slipped out of his shoes and walked towards the gym area. “It was fine. I did the monkey bars all by myself though.”

The kid said it with a bratty touch of pride that Hansu didn’t fully approve of. (Y/N) gave Hansu a look. For a second he wasn’t sure what she expected him to do.

“It’s his first time doing it by himself you know~” she whispered. Hansu stared. No… he didn’t know. He had no idea. He stared at her a little longer than necessary.

“That’s great, Taehoon.”

“I know!”

“Taehoon-”

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

She had gone home. Taehoon went to bed. Hansu stayed wide awake.

He turned on the TV and absently watched whatever was on. It didn’t matter what the show was. He needed white noise in the background to think. (Y/N) said Taehoon behaved today. He was glad to hear it. He wanted to smile actually. There was something about the two individuals he was proudest of clicking that made him happy. He realized though that he didn’t know her quite as well as he had. She seemed like a different person. A stranger who he had old history with. The new (Y/N) was independent. She was thinking for herself again. She was better at parenting than he was, believe it or not.

The TV relayed ads for the upcoming Olympics. Hansu would love to compete. Had been training pretty vigorously. But… he wasn’t going this year. He would probably never go. Maybe if things were different, he’d be participating this year as a trainer. A coach. But, he didn’t nip at the bud and now her leg would never be the same.

He found himself tossing and turning in the couch, running a hand down his face. He was so stupid.

His student was gone anyway. (Y/N), he affirmed, was different now. She had the same blunt, snarky, yet sometimes polite charm that she always had. She was still quiet sometimes… around him mainly. But she was thinking for herself. Speaking up for herself. Talking to him less formally. Teasing him more frequently. Maybe it was because she wouldn’t get in trouble now. Maybe it’s because she wanted to lessen the tension between them.

He honestly didn’t mind. Whatever tension was there he wanted gone. He had missed his student, and now that she was back, he realized he’d never get her back. He’d never get his best pupil back. Maybe just… an equal. He wasn’t superior anymore, at least on a maturity basis. She was just as adult as him now. He was just… still… wearing a Taekwondo uniform. And she was probably never going to wear one again.

That night every snap set him off. Every woman’s voice outside grated his ears. Even the damn clock set him on edge. He ended up taking some sleeping pills and crashing on the couch.

He was relived he no longer had lucid dreams. Otherwise he’s probably wake himself because he dreamt of Taehoon’s leg breaking.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

I took Taehoon out several times over the week. We ended up sitting a lot on one of the days early on, which he wasn’t too happy about. I sucked up telling him off, because it once again struck me as awkward, but he got in trouble with his dad about it.

I realized that I had been too hopeful about going to the library. Maybe in a month. Taehoon just didn’t seem interested. Instead we focused mainly on going to the playground so he could horse around on the monkey bars. (He had started just calling it a jungle gym so I agreed to call it that too.)

He had gotten really good at the monkey bars. I challenged him to tackle the tiny rock wall, but I guess he’s afraid of heights. It made me laugh a little. I took him to get icecream so I didn’t hurt his feelings.

We walked by a koi pond which he liked. I told him we could make it our routine. I also took it on myself to make sure he had the alphabet down. I told him if he learned the Korean alphabet, AND the Japanese alphabet, then I’d take him to a theme park. I didn’t have much faith in him, but his determination worried me.

Eventually I hit the two week milestone. My pay was coming in alright. I felt kinda bad since I knew Hansu so well… but his studio was thriving by my standards.

Taehoon grabbed my hand and tugged on me. “(Y/N), why don’t you use a wheelchair like old people,” he pointed to a handicapped sign. I frowned.

“Well uh… for one I’m not that old am I?” He crinkled his nose at me, but I could tell it amused him. He was pretty easily amused. “And anyway. I like my crutches better. My injury is fixable, I just-”

“Why don’t you fix it then?” He interjects.

“Don’t interrupt, please,” I force the politeness out. Sometimes I really wanna rip out a tuft of his hair. “Uh you know. Money. Things are expensive. Surgeries are expensive.”

“Dad said you just broke your leg though?”

“Yeah. It was a pretty nasty. It didn’t penetrate the skin, but the bone-” I realized he wasn’t understanding. “Uh yeah. It broke.”

“Why didn’t you fix it right away? With a cast?”

I stared ahead for a while to get her my thoughts and think of a reply. Some dirt got in my eye I think. I had to rub them till I covered up my tears.

“Uhm… not right now Taehoon.”

I can’t run away from my problems. I can’t even run at all. My grip on his hand loosened and pretty soon we were separated. Taehoon walked ahead a little and tried to pet a stray cat.

I hung back. That kid really asked these direct questions. They were questions that strangers had hinted at when striking up a conversation, but I could easily avoid them. It’s just… he didn’t sugarcoat anything. Like me I guess. I just hadn’t talked about it in a while.

To be honest I wasn’t sure if Hansu would approve of me sitting his kid on my knee and telling him, “You see, when I was younger, I was a gullible idiot who trained with two masters and listened to the stupid Russian lady instead of your dad. She’s the reason my leg is messed up.”

I declined staying for dinner. I think Hansu could tell something happened recently. I was a little mad at myself for letting that bother me. Taehoon didn’t do any wrong really. Curiosity isn’t a crime.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

“Curiosity isn’t a crime,” she muttered, wrapping her ankle one more time. Hansu vigorously ripped off the tape for her, casting her a sharp look.

“Yeah… it’s not,” he blowed through his nose heavily. Control your temper, he mused. “But I don’t see why you would be curious. Aren’t I doing just fine as a teacher?”

“Yeah. You’re a great teacher. It’s just… if I wanna become a professional I’m gonna have to be open to other coaches and different techniques.”

“It’s all the same technique.”

“Teaching technique. No offense to you, Seong-nim,” she clarified.

Hansu rose from the floor and backed away from her. Something stung. He looked down at her as she reached for her toes and stretched. The black belt that hung around her waist was no joke. He helped her earn that. He taught her all that. And now… suddenly… his prime pupil wants to “expand her horizons”. Whatever that means.

(Y/N) looked up at him and smiled slightly. “Besides. I don’t want to embarrass you in front of that volleyball player.”

“Let’s not talk about that,” he prodded her with his bare toes and walks away. “Come on. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

He heard her rise off the floor mats and pad after him.

“You’re Hansu Seong?” A thick Russian accent. A pretty, yet worn face. Athletic. Intimidating. Hansu grits his teeth and squares his shoulders. He nods.

“I’m here for (L/N).”

“I don’t normally let my students walk home with strangers.”

“I’m not a stranger to her,” the lady crosses her arms. “And I shouldn’t be a stranger to you. If ve are to be vorking together.”

(Y/N) had handled it maturely. She explained it like an adult. Yet, Hansu worried. And he fretted. He even admitted to her that he felt betrayed.

“Ah, Seong-nim. You’re turning green again,” she said straightforwardly. A tiny smirk overtook her face. He wanted to laugh, but didn’t. “(Y/N). I’m serious.”

“I think having double input is helping me. I think you know it too. Please, please Seong-nim. If I preform bad this next fight I’ll drop her.”

“You know you’ll preform well,” he sighed. It was a fact. It had nothing to do with this new Russian coach and everything to do with his faith in himself and her dedication.

“Thanks.”

“Just take care of yourself. Do all the stretches I told you about.”

“You know, Vera tells me to take care of myself too. I promise, I’m not slacking,” she wraps her arms around Hansu’s torso.

Despite the warm pride that glowed inside him, he stills felt apprehensive. Returning the hug to his friend, he told himself over and over again that he’d have to accept it. (Y/N) was growing up. If he didn’t pick up the pace, she might grow up without him. Reach the top without him.

“No. Absolutely not. I hate UFC fighting,” Hansu said. Firmly- his voice didn’t shake at all.

Vera turned lazy blue eyes over to him and furrowed her brows. “Seong, what are you talking about? Almost all of my students compete with a different martial art. Otherwise she gets no street knowledge. It helps.”

Hansu never wanted her to have street knowledge. She was training for the sport of Taekwondo. Even if he felt the sport was so much more… it was important to him that she still saw it as a sport. That’s all it had ever been to her. That’s what he prepped her for. Not a street fight. And definitely not a fight where she was guaranteed to face off against some exotic martial art.

“Well maybe instead I could enter a MMA tourn-”

“No,” Hansu interjected again. He tried to ignore the slightly offended looks the girls were giving him. “I didn’t train you for that. You wouldn’t be ready at all.”

“Which is why I would train her,” Vera stated slowly. She leaned on the table and sipped her soda. Hansu glared. He wasn’t sure how to convey his thoughts to his pupil properly without that snobby Russian lady adding in her two cents.

“Seong, you are a man. I’m a woman. I know we’re both very good at Taekwondo, but I think I might know what’s best this time. Maybe this should just be a girl thing. You can stay behind.”

He slammed his hand on the table and excused himself. (Y/N) called him later to say she made up her mind. She would train for a UFC fight. She wanted his help, too.

He didn’t sleep that night.

“That is four wins in a row now,” said head trainer Vera Gusev over the noise of the crowd. She leaned over to Hansu. “She is doing good, no?”

Hansu nodded, adjusted his glasses, and handed her the extra water bottle. “Make her drink more water. I don’t need her dehydrating.”

“You mean I don’t need her dehydrating,” Vera shot. Hansu felt like kicking her.

He felt like he had hardly sat down and he was already standing. This whole environment set him on edge. He didn’t know why.

Bright lights illuminated the ring where (Y/N) stood. She was beginning her next fight. Judo verses Taekwondo.

“Tap out!”

This was his worst nightmare.

“Tell her to tap out!”

This is exactly what he feared would happen.

His eyes were fixated on Gusev until he heard a crack.

The other woman released her grip immediately. (Y/N) was left as a heap on the floor. Hansu’s hands shot to his hair. His body felt numb.

“Promise you’ll get it checked out. Gusev. She needs a doctor. It needs to be checked out,” he pleaded. Insisted. Begged. Everything was so tight and crowded. Maybe his voice was drowned out by the noise. He watched the Russian escort her student away.

Of course the tournament was in Japan. Hansu didn’t speak the language well. Neither did (Y/N).

Why were neither of them answering the phone?

Why was (Y/N) still listed in next month’s tournament overseas?

He thought they would be on the return flight home. They didn’t meet him at the airport. His visa nearly expired by the time he got on a plane to Korea.

“Her leg was broken,” Hansu said into the phone. “Wasn’t it?”

There was a pause before a thick Russian sigh. “Yes,” answered Vera.

“It was a spiral fracture. We didn’t catch it till-”

“Are you f^cking insane?” Hansu spat. He never wanted to throw the phone so badly. “It was broken. You sick bitch. You could tell it was broken!”

Vera just cursed on the other side of the line. “She wanted you to know. Goodbye, Seong.”

The phone was thrown across the room. The sandbag in the studio was ripped. A girlfriend was called and info dumped.

Yet… Christmas cards were exchanged. Hansu’s was of him and his pregnant fiancée. (Y/N)’s didn’t include a picture.

“It healed improperly,” (Y/N)’s voice rang over the phone. Like dull music that didn’t quite hit the right note. Hansu leaned into the couch and furrowed his brows. His son began crying in the background.

“What… does that mean?” He asked.

“Oh. Uh. Well… Seong-nim, they call it a malunion fracture,” she explained. He could hear the brokenness in her tone.

Sohyun called for him to help with Taehoon. He had to hang up.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

“Thank you Hansu! Dinner tasted really good,” (Y/N) praises. She pats his hand that lays on the table affectionately. Taehoon looks up from his plate.

“Yeah,” he mumbles in agreement. His nanny cast him a sharp look. He straightened up and repeated himself a little louder.

Hansu smiled as he cleared the dishes. His little family was happy. “(Y/N), if you want to spend the night you can. I hear it’s going to rain.”

“Oh, no thank you! I didn’t wanna be a bother,” she leans back into her chair and holds up her hands.

“You’re not a bother-!” Taehoon counters loudly. He stands on his chair and swings a feeble kick towards (Y/N). She deflects it and yanks him into her arms.

“He’s right,” Hansu calls over his shoulder. He feels a touch of color rising to his cheeks as he says that. It feels weird. The warm water washes over his hands as he scrubs at the dirty plates. Taehoon’s indistinguishable voice can be heard over the running water.

“Dad-!” He shouts.

Hansu turns down the water and looks over his shoulder, “Hmm?”

“Make (Y/N) stay over.”

Hansu laughs and turns back to the dishes. More heat in his cheeks. That brat is kinda embarrassing sometimes (maybe he should invest in a muzzle). “She’s invited.”

“Aw, I’ll feel like I’m intruding the bachelor pad,” she says.

“What’s a bachelor pad?” Taehoon quips.

He crashed as soon as his head hit the covers. It left Hansu alone with (Y/N). He wordlessly stared at her as she closed his son’s bedroom door. She caught onto this and made eye contact.

“Hansu, y’know it’s rude to stare. No wonder your kid has bad manners,” she chuckled. Hansu moved to cuff the back of her head but ended up just caressing her neck.

“Your mouth got bigger.”

“Yeah. I still think Taehoon talks more than I do,” she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. There was a moment of pause. “…It’s uh- getting kinda hard to keep up with him. Maybe you should… let him take up a sport?”

“He wants to do taekwondo,” Hansu admitted, “I just don’t have the time to have a one-on-one lesson with him.”

“C’mon. He’s a natural athlete. He destroys the monkey bars-” Hansu laughed but she continued, “-I’m serious! He’d be a great student and you know it.”

“Yeah. Believe me, I’ve given him lessons before. He just gets ahead of himself. He’s got a kind of got a kind of his own you know.”

She nodded understandingly. It seemed to him that his son was almost the perfect embodiment of (Y/N) in the past. Presently she stood upright and unfolded her arms.

“Well, Hansu— ah, Seong-nim. I don’t wanna tell you how to parent…. But can you help me to my room?”

“Oh, yeah,” he offered her his arm for support, which she accepted. His arm felt cold when they finally released each other.

He opened the door for her and flicked on the light. He made some small talk.

“You seem to get along with Taehoon well. Have you been taking him to the movies? You still like the cinema, right?”

“Oh, yeah. I think we’ve seen one together- a month ago?” She chuckled, “I didn’t know you remembered.”

“Of course I remembered,” Hansu said. He placed some fresh blankets on the bed. “You were a big movie fanatic your senior year order high school.”

She walked over to the bed. Hansu found that, while he had trouble keeping eye contact, (Y/N) seemed to always be trying to catch his gaze. She leaned down to catch his eye until he finally caved and looked at her.

She said nothing, just straightened up and smiled. “Well thanks for letting me stay.”

“You’re always welcomed.”

She limped to the bed and sat down in the mattress. Grabbing onto his arm, she caught him just before he turned to leave. “Hansu… please consider teaching Taehoon?”

“Okay.”

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

I tried to remain opened minded and not let myself become frustrated, but it was getting more and more difficult. Taehoon, standing bare foot in the playground sand, dressed in spring-time clothes, stared at me with eyebrows arched angrily and eyes narrowed.

“I wanna learn kicks.”

“You can’t until you get down the footwork,” I counter.

I sit a few feet away from him in the sand, Legs extended before me, wearing sandals and yoga pants. I lean back on my hands. My crutch is tucked away behind me.

A couple younger kids played on the swings across the playground. Taehoon and I had the sandbox to ourselves. I currently was indicating to him that he should adjust his stance.

“You’re gonna want to keep your weight centered and not lean too much one way or another, okay?” I instructed.

The five and a half year old just glared at me even more, let out a very sassy huff, and shuffled his feet into a correct position.

“Don’t back talk your tutor, Tae.”

“Okay (Y/N).”

I was proud of him. His manners were getting better.

As we walked to the train station my legs started bothering me. Taehoon grabbed my hand and ushered me to a bench. I ruffled his hair and told him what a gentleman he was becoming.

“Mom!” Taehoon pointed across the street to an icecream store. “I mean- (Y/N). Wait-”

He crossed his arms over his face in embarrassment. Tiny hands grabbed at the roots of his dark hair.

I laughed and ruffled his hair. “It’s okay Tae. Maybe we can get icecream… if you show me twenty jumping jacks.”

He sprung right off the bench.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

Silly as if sounded, I felt like I was maturing backwards. I thought I had overcome my faze of trying to impress other and people-please. Turns out the symptoms were returning when it came to good old Master Seong.

As I sat on the sofa in my apartment, reviewing a movie to watch with Taehoon (to make sure it wasn’t inappropriate) I envisioned myself impressing Hansu with my tutoring skills. I still had my Taekwondo skills- enough to teach his son at least.

The thought vanished from my mind as soon as it came. It made me pause my movie and laugh into one of the decorative pillows.

“Oh god…” I mumbled, trying not to smile. “That’s so stupid!”

I waddled to the fridge and ate some ice cream. I a couldn’t help but notice that my leg hadn’t bothered me at all today. I figured I could look into an osteotomy surgery. If I was gonna settle down in Korea - with a stable job - then it was something I could save up for. The phone rang and I answered it, setting aside the half-eaten tub of ice cream. It was from a job I applied to.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

“Hansu, would it be okay if I took Taehoon to the beach?” I asked. I sat on his kitchen counter as he helped me wrap my leg with some gauze.

He adjusted his glasses and looked up at me. “The beach? Not the movie theatre?”

“No changing the subject, Mister Seong,” I ruffled his hair. It was kind of an accident- or force of habit. He playfully grabbed my hands and brought them to his mouth.

“I just thought there were movies out you two would want to see-”

“Nope. I promised I’d take him to the beach.”

Hansu quirked a brow doubtfully, “Is that really okay? It’s a long trip just to stay there for a couple hours.”

I nodded and smiled cheekily. “That’s why I thought…. You could… come with us?”

He laughed and shook his head. He kissed my hand affectionately… and I hate to admit that I was disappointed when he pulled away. He looked a little cocky. It was an expression that I hadn’t seen him make in a while. “Sure.”

Adorably tiny flip flops were slipped onto Taehoon’s feet- by my charming self. I unfastened his seatbelt and reached to scoop under his arms. Meanwhile Hansu rummaged through the trunk.

“Wake up sleepy guy. We’re here,” I whispered, pulling Taehoon upright. He lethargically runner his eyes, still not very alert. I pressed a tiny kiss against his temple to wake him up more, knowing he’d wipe it off in disgust. Sure enough he did just that.

“Ew… (Y/N)…” he mumbled. I could’ve swore I saw him resisting an embarrassed smile.

”Come on. Beach time!”

Suddenly he was wide awake. He jumped out of the car and darted towards the sand. I hobbled after him.

Hansu’s arms scooped around my waist as he hoisted me in the air and over his shoulder. My stomach hurt from laughing as I watched Taehoon run up to his dad and try to push him over.

The waves were cool but bearable, and the current wasn’t strong. I was finally set down and walked up onto the shore for a break. Thankfully I hadn’t gone insane yet- I still thought the beach was for playing in the water only. Not for sitting in the sand. (Except to be honest sitting in the squishy wet sand felt way better for my leg.)

Taehoon rushed over to me a couple seconds after I sad down on the towel. His teeth chattered as he asked for a snack.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Does your dad want any?” I ask, handing him a wipe for his hands. He asks me to pour some water on them to get the sand off.

“I dunno. Dad!”

Hansu starts walking towards us.

I hand Taehoon the box of pocky he had been asking for. I wrapped a towel around his tiny shivering frame.

“You want anything to eat Hansu?”

“You’re pretty comfortable just calling me by my first name now, huh?” He comments, accepting the snacks I was offering him.

“Oh. Sorry. Great, wise, sagacious Seong-nim.”

“Sagacious?” Taehoon asks.

“Yeah. You’ll have to look it up in a dictionary with your dad later.”

“I know what sagacious means,” Hansu scoffs. He wraps a towel around himself and shakes his head.

“No you don’t dad. You’re dumber than a b-”

“Taehoon,” Hansu interjects sharply. He doesn’t say anything more, and I can tell whatever apologies Taehoon will give are pretty much worthless.

“Show him your footwork first,” I chime encouragingly.

Taehoon nervously move into the position he thinks is correct. It is. He’s annoyingly good at picking up those sorts of things.

Hansu watches with arms crossed and eyebrows drawn together. I sit beside him and smile Taehoon. The five-and-a-half-year-old (he insisted that was his age) displayed a couple different footwork steps I taught him. He even dared to preform a front kick, even though it wasn’t perfect last time we practiced. He nailed it.

“Who…”

“(Y/N) did,” Taehoon interrupted before his dad could continue. “She’s my tutor.”

Hansu looks over at me skeptically. I avoid looking at him by instead keeping my gaze trained on his son. Taehoon looks a little too proud for my liking.

“Do you actually listen to (Y/N) though? Or do you talk back?” Seong-nim finally asks. His son’s expression becomes a little flustered, and he looks to me for an answer.

“He’s usually behaved. Right Tae?”

He nods enthusiastically.

Which is how I convinced Hansu to teach his son Taehwondo. The end.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

“(Y/N)! Come on the swings with me!” Taehoon demands. I sometimes wish he was nonverbal. That way I wouldn’t have the moms sitting nearby staring at me.

“Not not Taehoon,” I reply quietly. He’s getting too big. I secretly doubt I can keep up with him for much longer.

He scuffs his feet against the ground until he swings to a stop. I watch silently as he dismounts and shuffles over to me.

“Please.”

I sigh heavily. He sounds so sincere… but my leg hurts so badly. Reluctantly I grip the side of the bench and stand upright. The sound of whispering from the other seats grates my ears. I take Taehoon’s extended hand and walk - with difficulty - to my seat.

I’m getting a little slow for him I guess. That’s what onlookers think, anyways.

His little cheeks burn pink to the point where I almost feel bad, even if he is just embarrassed for my sake. I honestly don’t G-A-F. I cast a casual finger over my shoulder at the moms and sat down on the swing. I was sure Taehoon hadn’t seen me. He flipped them off as well.

“So what did happen?” Taehoon asks. He stares at me sincerely as we sit in the park. I pluck at the grass and sigh. My eyes no longer sting. I don’t feel as awkward, although I know that the words will still choke out of me with some difficulty.

“To my leg?” It’s kind of rhetorical.

“Yeah.”

I grab more strands of grass aggressively. “I broke it in a tournament. UFC. We were traveling in Japan, and I lost contact with your dad. My coach and I didn’t get it checked it out… so it got worse. Eventually it healed incorrectly. They call it a-”

“—Malunion?”

“Have you been eavesdropping on your dad?” I shoot him a sharp look. He ducks his head sheepishly and nods.

“Well, uh, yeah,” I conclude lamely. “It’s been hard to save up for surgery… and reconnect with other people. That’s why I traveled so much, to avoid those kind of things. Am I loosing you-?”

Taehoon shakes his head and scowls, yet he seems attentive enough. I keep talking for a minute or two before suggesting we get some food. As we a walk I debate whether I should tell him about my new job offer. I’m unsure of how he’ll take it. I don’t even know how I feel about it.

“I think my dad likes you,” Taehoon says. What the hell?

“What the hell?” I blink. “I mean… what?”

It’s completely out of left field. I try not to laugh as I look over at him. Taehoon is completely serious. He stares at me with an almost smug expression. Yet again I want to slap him.

“Where’d you come up with that idea?” I snort. He smirks and gives a small shrug.

“I dunno. He just likes you.”

“Well, friends are supposed to like each other,” I agree with a nod of my head. Although Taehoon seems to have something on his mind, he says nothing else. I stretch my hands above my head.

“Hey Taehoon… I need to tell you something that’s pretty important,” I begin slowly. “I might have to move in a while. To a different part of Korea.”

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

I took Taehoon to a library.

We visited the zoo.

He learned the Japanese alphabet. I complied to take him to the nearest fairgrounds.

I avoided overstaying my welcome at the Seong house. Hansu would walk me to my car, but he never explicitly asked me to stay. He just spoke gently to me. He would wrap his arm around my waist and such. It never bothered me.

Taehoon turned six. After his birthday party, a bit of school shopping, and his first Taekwondo tournament, I decided to finally step down from my job.

Hansu looked at me with confusion. “You want to quit?”

“Yeah. I want to retire, not commit f***ing homicide or something,” I counter, admittedly feeling defensive.

Hansu leans back against the kitchen counter and stares. His Taekwondo uniform had become a less reoccurring outfit for him. Today he was wearing a normal T-shirt and some sweats Taehoon and I had bought him on a trip to the strip mall. (Taehoon had encouraged me to actually strip and was slapped promptly on the butt.) The point being, I was slightly more intimidated by regular well-build-dad Hansu than I was patient-Taekondo-Seong-nim. I’m not sure when that mental switch became a reality for me.

“I thought you and Taehoon were getting along?” He ignores the last part of my comment and plows to the point.

“We were,” I admit. “But it’s not about Taehoon. He’s not really, yknow, gonna need a nanny while he’s attending school. In fact that might be harder for him to make friends if I am around.”

“Why would having a nanny make a difference?”

I shrug. “I dunno. Children are cruel?”

“So are women.”

“Which is why I’m not lesbian at the moment.”

“(Y/N). Be serious with me.”

I give him a defensive shrug. I had imagined this would go a bit smoother. I was even going to suggest some long distance communication. Honestly it was stupid of me to think he would take it well.

“He’s getting older Hansu. So am I. I need to… fix… my problems. Like I- I just need to focus on me,” I state firmly. As firmly as I can, anyway. My cracking voice makes getting the point across difficult.

“So have you found another job?”

“Yes.”

Hansu runs a hand across his face and shifts his gaze to the ceiling. I can see disappointment in his movements. There’s a gloss to his eyes that forces me to avert my eyes to the floor.

“I just thought… you were happy,” He says.

“Well- yeah,” I reply lamely. “I am. I’m really happy.”

“You just don’t think we need you?”

I snap my gaze over to him. “Hansu there wasn’t supposed to be a ‘we’ in this job. I’m doing this for Taehoon-”

“And me.” Handy returns the eye contact. I can see him muscles flex a bit. A vein pulses in his neck. “You mainly did it… to help me.”

I shrug in defeat. Yes. Sure. I did it for him too.

“I’m quitting Seong-nim. I’m sorry.”

For a couple seconds the room is silent. Then Hansy stands upright and brushes past me. “I’ll go tell Taehoon.”

Taehoon’s rough playtime with his action figures is paused. The whole house is silent. I wipe my eyes frantically. Screw Hansu Seong. I conclude Taehoon’s observation was wrong. His dad doesn’t like me. At the moment I don’t like him much either.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

It hurts Hansu… watching the other men shove (Y/N)’s belongings into the trunk of her car. She stands nearby, holding her purse, chatting with one of the guys helping her out.

He feels Taehoon’s grabby hands rubbing across his chin and up his cheek, checking for any of his dad’s tears. The little brat. Now Hansu really has to hold it together.

Not like Taehoon is faring very well. Seeming small and vulnerable, cuddled against his dad, limp in Hansu’s strong arms. He isn’t held very often. Hansu can feel a combination of tears and snot wetting h the shoulder of his shirt as his son hides his face. He rubs his hand slowly against Taehoon’s back.

(Y/N) closes the trunk and thanks the men. She stands beside her car. They had all agreed. No hugs.

Hansu wanted to hug her though. Her touch always felt warm. He felt cold now.

The eye contact felt too short. (Y/N) smiled sweetly and waved. Taehoon stirred, peeking out of the crook of Hansu’s neck. He waved back. Hansu’s lips quirked into what he thought was a gentle smile. Based on (Y/N)’s scoff and the slight shake of her head, it was a smirk.

She ducked into the car. The engine rubles and she pulled into the busy street.

“I hate her,” came the muffled voice of Taehoon. Hansu squeezed him against his side.

“Don’t say that.”

“I hate you too.”

“Taehoon…” Hansu can’t find the right tone to use. Honestly.

“You should’ve made her stay. If you weren’t a damn coward you would’ve told her.”

Hansu did, indeed, feel the unsaid words on the tip of his tongue, and was suddenly certain she didn’t feel the same.

[lookismfanfics]

matching gunxgoo and jayxdaniel icons pls

As requested! ❤︎︎

[lookismfanfics]

Hello my love may i req a gun x reader fluff where we go out on a ice cream break with him

Of course luv!

𝐈𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

Gun x Reader

Genres: Fluff, slice of life

🝮 Gun genuinely believes his hair will one day fall out. He’s seen it happen to the most attractive of men. They go bald.

🝮 It’s mainly due to the physical and mental strain he goes through.

🝮 If it weren’t for you… he’d probably have a receding hairline already.

🝮 You clasp his hand tightly and lean against his sturdy frame. Even the warm weather can’t keep you two apart. He blames you for being clingy, when in reality his grip on you tightens the moment you start to drift away.

🝮 It’s not too hot. Not too cold. He still gets away with wearing one of his suave coats.

🝮 You manage to wear your usual attire, too. Gun likes your sense of style, although he’s begrudging to admit it and boost your ego. (Even if you don’t have one.)

🝮 “You seem so tense,” you chide, releasing his hand to feel at the solid muscles in his back. His form is rigid and upright. Just as you suspected.

🝮 “That’s why I agreed to do this,” Gun deadpans. His sunglasses catch the light as he looks over at you. You’re unable to return the eye contact 👀

🝮 “Aw, okay. So not because I’ve been telling you about this ice cream store for weeks?”

🝮 “No.”

🝮 Seeing you happy melts his stress away.

🝮 You stroll into the shop and wait in line. Even if the wait time is short, Gun steals impatient glances at those ahead. He massages your shoulders absently.

🝮 You? Pay? Not a chance. His credit card is already fitted into the slot before you can even open your wallet.

🝮 “He’ll have the same as me,” You say. You already know his order. You share the same taste.

🝮 Gun doesn’t smile very often. He does when he hears that. It’s more a smirk than anything. Just a fleeting cocky expression that leaves as quickly as it comes.

🝮 Whether you sit outside in the warm sun, or coop yourself inside and huddle in a booth, it doesn’t matter.

🝮 Gun will offer to feed you icecream with a straight face. Take off his glasses, hold eye contact with his white pupils, and stare at you as you lick the flavor off the spoon.

🝮 He’ll try not to smile. You’ll catch him doing it anyways.

🝮 He barely touches his until you’re almost done, to make sure you don’t want some of his if you’re still hungry. Eventually he’ll start spoon feeding himself. His head ducks towards the table and he eats it in an almost elegant fashion.

🝮 You stroke his hair until you manage to loosen the gel. It slacks onto his forehead and flops around with almost every move.

🝮 You move to wipe your mouth with a napkin. He’ll wipe it off for you. You can’t reach the flavor that sits on the side of your cheek. He’ll lick it off for you.

🝮 As you leave he fits his fingers into yours and pulls you against his side.

🝮 “Thanks for paying Gun.”

🝮 “No need to thank me.”

🝮 You catch another smirk spreading across his face. You click his sunglasses and laugh. When you feel for the tension in his back, you realize it’s disappeared.

🝮 (On the walk home Gun asks you about balding and if you think it’s attractive?)

🝮 (You ask him if he thinks having a big dumptruck is a problem. He tells you you’re f-ed in the head.)

🝮 Idk what’s wrong with him 💁‍♀️

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STOOOOOOPPPPP 😭 🫶😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💅😭😭💅💅😭😭❤️❤️❤️

Lineman’s glow up arc is literally gonna look like THIS

Jake in a tight spot (or maybe Jason and Brad depending on… whatever you don’t care-)

Mysterious guy appearing

The chapter ABRUPTLY switches to Lineman POV

Bc PTJ loves flashbacks

…

And boom.

Or else he’ll just show up to dinner like it’s normal and big deal will tease him or smth. This is the way.

So hurry in folks! The lineman simp club membership ends BEFORE he gets this glow up! We will not accept anyone else afterwards! :D

(Also I made this in like ten mins so… 😭)

(I should make an actual fake panel…)

[lookismfanfics]

Lineman’s glow up arc is literally gonna look like THIS

Jake in a tight spot (or maybe Jason and Brad depending on… whatever you don’t care-)

Mysterious guy appearing

The chapter ABRUPTLY switches to Lineman POV

Bc PTJ loves flashbacks

…

And boom.

Or else he’ll just show up to dinner like it’s normal and big deal will tease him or smth. This is the way.

So hurry in folks! The lineman simp club membership ends BEFORE he gets this glow up! We will not accept anyone else afterwards! :D

(Also I made this in like ten mins so… 😭)

(I should make an actual fake panel…)

[lookismfanfics]

Idk if your requests are open but if so honestly I'm dying for any sort of Sinu and/or Vasco content you'd be willing to give

𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬

Notes: I might have slipped fem-coded or fem pronouns into this. Sorry! Self conscious themes. Also, it’s just a little drabble :,)

Sinu x Reader

Genre: Fluff

“I don’t have dimples!” Sinu complains, poking the sides of his cheek roughly. He preens in the mirror for a bit, plucking at the side of his mouth with a frown. His hands brush stray strands of hair out of his eye every couple seconds.

You lounge on the sofa nearby, eyes glued to your phone. His grumbling rings in the back of your ears, and you shake your head.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” You ask. Sinu turns from the mirror, making a show of dramatically slouching towards you and flopping on the sofa. He pouts his lips and nuzzles into your stomach.

“Dimples are really in nowadays. Y’know… with those young kids and stuff-!” His voice is muffled in your shirt and tinted with some unfamiliar accent.

You resist rolling your eyes for the time being. Stroking his freshly-washed hair, you lean to press a kiss on his head. You sigh, “You kinda are a young kid, Sinu. You’re like— eighteen? Nineteen?”

He lets out a strangled groan and looks up at you. His dark eye sparkles. You catch sight of the goofy smile that spreads across his face. “Nah. I’m getting old.”

You roll your eyes and return your gaze to your phone. Sinu buries his face into your stomach once again. You stay that way for a while.

He scrolls on Newtube himself, eyes scouring the screen filled with attractive people. A diverse collection of strangers and videos wind up on his jumbled feed. That doesn’t matter though. He watches the things with the highest views. The videos everyone is fawning over. (He gets distracted by a couple cute dog videos which he sends to you. But anyway-)

Dimples. He sees a lot of them. The comments that flash on his screen ringing words of “he’s so hot” and “she’s gorgeous” only solidify his argument.

He should get dimples. Probably. You’re bound to love him.

Actually, Sinu isn’t self-conscious by default. He’s been told he’s good looking. He thanks the people showering him with compliments and winks. Ever since he lost his eye, though, he senses his handsomeness meter has depleted. He needs some redeeming trait. Something that calls attention away from his eye… just a little. Of course you’ve never even hinted that you find him imperfections unattractive. Sinu’s just… not the best at reading the room sometimes.

“That’s freaking expensive!” Sinu hollers, staring down at his phone in horror. A plastic surgery add flashes on the screen. Dimple surgery. He blinks in awe.

“What’s ‘freaking expensive’?” You ask, crawling onto the couch beside your boyfriend. Sinu hides his phone screen from you. He aggressively wraps his arm around your shoulders as a distraction. You don’t buy it.

“Ah… just stuff,” Sinu sighs. “I didn’t know you were here.”

His attempts to dance around the subject began to tire you out. You cupped his face and stroked your thumb across his cheeks. “C’mon Sinu. What is it?

He turns his phone screen towards you and flashes a sheepish grin. “Dimple surgery…?”

You stare at his screen for a while before signing. You lay down on his chest and wrap your arms under his. He places a hand against the small of your back.

“You know Sinu I don’t think you need it.”

You look up at him genuinely. His reply is only a soft smile. You close your eyes. The thought of Sinu changing at all is… bizarre— and anyways, you thought his smile was attractive enough on its own.

“You’ve never been trendy anyways…” you mumble.

Sinu laughs. “Cuz I’m a trendsetter.”

“Oh god…”

Needless to say… he didn’t really care for getting dimples anymore.

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These Chapter 499 spoilers are 101% real (I’m a liar)

I didn’t know where to post these 😭 but an angsty art idea came to mind where Hudson finally understands Jay… and realizes they don’t feel the same way.

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 + 𝐆𝐞𝐧 𝟎

𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤

🥱

𝐉𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐰𝐚𝐤

🕸️ 🦗

𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐚

Loyalty

(Moment of silence for the lack of content… and hot people-)

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Anything for Lineman! He’s one of my favs! <3

Jake ✅

Gun ✅

Eugene ✅

Part 2 Of Bubbles Baths is out! Here!

[lookismfanfics]

𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐.

Notes: If ya’ll want part 3 it’ll probably include Goo, Vin, Daniel, Jihan, and whoever else you guys want. Just a heads up!

Warnings: Fluff, nudity (not explicit), wholesomeness, mild cursing, mentions of violence

Eugene • Gun • Zack • Johan • Jake • Lineman • Jason • Hudson

𝐄𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞

🝮 The candles, assortments of expensive shampoos, classic piano melodies playing from the speakers, and altogether romantic atmosphere weren’t out of the normal for Eugene.

🝮 Shower time was usually like this. He was busy, and needed to unwind… but in a timely manner.

🝮 The only thing different about the bathroom today was you.

🝮 You. Crouched by the tub, pouring globs of bubble-bath solution carelessly into the foamy water. Wrapped in his a luxurious robe.

🝮 Eugene takes off his quickly-steaming glasses, wiping them gingerly against his shirt.

🝮 “What’s all this about, (Y/N)?” He asks. No doubt he’s forming an answer of his own right now. You smile coyly.

🝮 He likes that smile on you. Your casual wit and intellect never fails to charm his cooly-intelligent and egotistical self.

🝮 “It’s your shower time. Says so on the calendar,” you state. “I told you sharing our Cloud wasn’t an invitation for you to spy on my personal schedule,” he counters.

🝮 He ends up cracking a smile anyway. The type of smile he reserves specifically for your enjoyment.

🝮 “Whatever. Get in.” You gesture towards the tub, unfazed as Eugene stares at you cooly. “Sorry. You want privacy undressing or something?”

🝮 His sharp “yes” falls on deaf ears. You both end up stifling giggles and sharing looks as he piles his clothes on the floor.

🝮 The soap suds in the tub are an off-white color. Eugene hates dyed bath bombs.

🝮 After he submerges himself in the water and has a book in his hand, you take to kissing his knuckles and smoothing out his hair.

🝮 Neither of you converse very much. He smirks whenever your eyes meet, though.

🝮 It’s elegant and intimate. That’s norm for being in a relationship with Eugene.

𝐆𝐮𝐧

🝮 It started off with a workout.

🝮 Gun, the ridiculous bast*rd, trying his hardest to overwork you till your bones break. For the sake of getting stronger.

🝮 And now that that’s over, it’s your turn.

🝮 Exasperated and breathless as you push on his bare chest, trying to force him through the doorway of the bathroom

🝮 “Just— get— in— Gun!” You huff, slapping your hand roughly against the side of his torso.

🝮 He’s such a pig sometimes.

🝮 On his own he walks backwards and sits down in the bathtub. Soapy water engulfs his frame. His normal nonchalance is wasted on you. All he ever seems to do is smirk when you’re around.

🝮 You mumble “jerk” and in response he tells you to “eat ass”

🝮 You hold his head underwater for that-

🝮 He chooses the soap. A musky, expensive brand. Something that smells like him.

🝮 While Gun scrolls boredly through his classical playlist you take off your clothes.

🝮 Hop right in beside him, let him spread his legs and lean against his back. He doesn’t mind. Actually, he prefers it that way.

🝮 “You did good today,” Gun remarks. He leans his head back against the wall. You hum in reply.

🝮 It’s not so much a bath as it is a warm soak.

🝮 Gun’s hands rub down your legs roughly. Even if he isn’t gentle, per say, it feels nice for your aching muscles.

🝮 “You weren’t so bad yourself,” you reply. He chuckles at that.

🝮 You’ll come out of that bath with Gun’s signature scent all over you. He doesn’t mind THAT at all.

𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐤

🝮 If athletic had a scent… then it would smell exactly like Zack Lee’s shampoo.

🝮 He digs his hands into the side of the bathtub and wills himself not to blush as you crouch beside him, pouring more bubble solution into the foggy water.

🝮 “Where’d you buy this anyway?” You ask, knowing Zack doesn’t like buying cheap brands. And it doesn’t smell bad, necessarily.

🝮 He swallows, eyes narrowing and a sheepish flush rising to his face. “I dunno. Do you not like it or something…?”

🝮 “No it’s fine. It smells like you.”

🝮 Zack’s hands are busted. His cracked knuckles are a clear indicator of the fight he had gotten himself into.

🝮 You grumble about it a little, but not too much. Just a simple, “I thought we talked about you getting into fights…” and then you dropped it.

🝮 You lathered your hands with shampoo, scrubbing deep into the roots of his hair.

🝮 You tenderly scrubbed across his body, knowing he was unable to with his mangled hands.

🝮 Sweet, rushed kisses followed. Zack is such a simp— almost completely unable to look you in the eye, let alone return your affection.

🝮 The signiture-athlete-soap was down the drain. Zack dried himself off.

🝮 “You weren’t planning on doing this again… were you?” He calls. When you don’t answer, his chest deflates.

🝮 “(Y/N)— ARUGH!”

🝮 The door slams

🝮 “Why are you naked?!”

🝮 “I’m getting in the shower too…!”

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧

🝮 Puppy eyes. That’s what he gives you.

🝮 Where did he learn this sacred guilt-tripping art from? His dogs?

🝮 Either way, you shake your head.

🝮 “Look, you can use the bathroom to shower- or whatever. But I’m not helping you.”

🝮 Johan: 🥺

🝮 Five minutes later, you’re helping him.

🝮 He’s half naked, and had reprimanded you for staring. “It’s not that big of a deal,” or whatever crap he said.

🝮 You are currently checking the water temperature.

🝮 “Look, using my bathtub is pretty straightforward. Once you get it to the temp you like you can just plug in the drain cap. Okay?”

🝮 You demonstrate. Johan nods.

🝮 “Okay. Soap is there… and-yeah. Have fun Johan.”

🝮 You rise, dodging him and beelining for the door. You have other things, after all-

🝮 “Wait,” Johan mumbles.

🝮 You look over your shoulder, met head-on with those baby brown eyes of his. Johan blinks. His brows are furrowed slightly in contemplation. Or whatever is going through his pea-brain.

🝮 “Can you get in with me?”

🝮 🫠

🝮 (I can’t tell you what to do. Hop in or leave him hanging- 💅)

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

🝮 His shirt slips off a solid abdomin and exposes inked shoulders and chest. His tattooed arms flex as the shirt falls to the side.

🝮 This display is… seen by no one. Jake has no audience in the empty bathroom but himself.

🝮 He cranes his neck to catch sigh of some scrapes and bruises on his back. It not too difficult. Even through his peripherals the purple splotches are obvious.

🝮 With a sigh, Jake begins to unzip his pants and unclamp his belt—

🝮 THE DOOR CREAKS

🝮 A towel covers him in a second. (Since when has he been self-conscious??) The door opens completely to let you in.

🝮 You… with your arms full of bath and medical supplies.

🝮 You set down the things and face a nervously smiling Jake. The towel is snatched out of his grasp in a millisecond.

🝮 “Don’t bother hiding it Jake. I know you look like a wreck,” you snap.

🝮 Jake? Self-conscious? Nah. Afraid of your wrath? Maybe.

🝮 The water is turned on and soon the bathtub is filled. Eventually the soapy water cradles Jake’s large figure.

🝮 Your hands feel nice against his sore skin, he thinks. He stays still as you wash off his cuts and bruises… let’s you wet his hair and scrub soap into his scalp.

🝮 “I love you,” he smiles. Cheeky.

🝮 You sigh and press a kiss against his cheek. “I know.”

🝮 Bubbles eventually popped… the water was drained. Jake’s favorite part was being dried off anyway. He likes his hair being ruffled by you… the soft towel rubbing down his back and legs.

🝮 In the end he smells like strawberries. You can’t help but tease him about that.

🝮 Argument avoided successfully 👍

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

🝮 In all honesty you had never seen Lineman without a shirt on. You’d only… heard about it.

🝮 But anyway. Here you are. Pouring soap onto a washcloth and dabbing it on his temple.

🝮 The excessive amount of bath bombs were completely necessary. You didn’t need to be flashed.

🝮 Lineman sits as still as possible, not wanting soap to get into his eyes. He mumbles about how nice the water feels and how he’s grateful that you’re taking care of him.

🝮 “Why does it smell so peachy?” He asks suddenly, cupping some of the water in his hand.

🝮 You shrug. “It’s just the scent I guess.”

🝮 Bandaids have fallen off and are thrown in the trash. You apply neosporin to the cut over his eyebrow.

🝮 You’re about to pour some water into his hair but he dodges out of the way. Something about a hair routine. Admittedly it is one of his nicest features…

🝮 “Ya don’t have to do that, (Y/N). I’m good,” he tells you sheepishly. He says that a lot actually. He’s capable of turning on the water… cleaning his banged-up body… drying off…

🝮 You do all those things for him anyway. He just complies bashfully and lets it happen.

🝮 Afterwards you ask him to take his clothes off more often (as a joke.) He takes you completely seriously- 😳

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

🝮 It’s not that Jason can’t be romantic, but between the two of you, you’re typically the more… intimate one

🝮 This weekend was a bit different though. And without getting into explicit details, you’ve spend a fair share of romantic time together.

🝮 So now, to unwind, you’re grabbing your bath kit and treating the two of you to some self-care. (The bath bombs needed to be used. Lua gifted them to you two Christmas’ ago-)

🝮 You settle for a green colored… minty scented soap. With the pigmented water bubbling and steaming, you decided now was the time to hop in.

🝮 You sink into the tub 🛁

🝮 Jason comes in a few minutes later with some towels and a book for you.

🝮 “Don’t you wanna get in?” You ask. He splashes you with some water and gives some sort of embarrassed reply.

🝮 He uses a loofah to scrub your back. “Isn’t the water too hot?”

🝮 “Nope. Just you.”

🝮 *More aggressive splashing*

🝮 “You’re worse than Jake,” he mumbles, dropping the loofah and sitting against the wall. You just smile in return.

𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧

🝮 “What kind of scents do you like?” You’d ask. He wouldn’t give you an answer.

🝮 “Hudson…! I’m for real!” You’d say. Still, nothing.

🝮 “Please just answer my question-” you grumbled. Nothing.

🝮 Hudson didn’t want you to spoil him (that’s… not exactly what you had in mind but-) and he definitely didn’t need you spending your money on HIS beauty products.

🝮 Ever since he joined the Allied…. Idiots (there’s not a nicer way to put it) he’s begun to realize that his own products and routines are pretty low-key.

🝮 He went over Jay’s penthouse once. To drop something off. The dude was basically butt naked, wearing just a skimpy robe. What was that all about? Apparently he was in the middle of some hour-long beauty ritual.

🝮 Then there’s Zack Lee. Don’t even get Zack STARTED on using hair gel… or washing your face… using an exfoliator…

🝮 Compared to them, Hudson just kinda… showered? The soap brand he used jumped from whatever was available. So when he told you he didn’t have a favorite scent, he was being completely honest.

🝮 So you took a guess. Picked out some honeysuckle bubble soap. Some matching scented shampoo. Now you dip your finger into the water to test if it’s okay.

🝮 Behind you Hudson reluctantly takes off his clothes. He takes better care of his sweater than his pants, which he just flops on the floor and toes out of the way.

🝮 You gesture for him to get in.

🝮 “I never asked you to do this…” he murmurs, slipping underneath the sudsy water.

🝮 You nod. “I know. I just felt like it.”

🝮 You kiss his knuckles and help wash his back. You also tease him about his wet, flat hair—

So sorry for the delay everyone! Going to hustle through requests!!

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Halluuu! Thank you so much for doing my request ("Are you tired?"), It was so sweet and comforting 🥺♥️

I'm not sure if ur request box is open so please ignore this if it is 😅

May I please request a gun and Vasco (plus any additional characters u like) with a s/o who overworks themselves to the point that they would collapse?

How would the guys react?

-🐮 anon

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

𝐆𝐮𝐧 • 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨 Genre: Fluff-ish!

Notes: this is super long overdue. I hope you like it 🐮 anon!!

𝐆𝐮𝐧

🝮 Gun tried to instill a resting period on you. He had printed out schedules in the past and aggressively forced you to follow them.

🝮 He knew that wasn’t the end of it, but he left it be for a while.

🝮 Seeing him while you were working was great. It made you smile a little, helped ease some tension in your back. (Especially since Gun had a habit of spontaneously and roughly massaging your shoulders.)

🝮 Gun was protective (possessive) by default. The moment he saw you collapse for the first time he knew he had to do something about it.

🝮 In the moment he scooped you off the floor and took you somewhere private, offering you water and food like there was no tomorrow.

🝮 “How often does this happen?” He had asked. And while you wanted to reassure him you were fine, you admitted that this happened when you were stressed and overworked yourself.

🝮 This led to texts. So now Gun texts you quite a bit. In the middle of your (job/school) you’ll feel your phone vibrate, and look down to see a couple messages lighting your lock screen.

🝮 In general Gun doesn’t reach out to people very much. He shows up at your house and work/school unannounced more often than not.

🝮 BUT, for the sake of you not overworking yourself, he’ll tell you to sit down for a minute. He’ll initiate texts and calls. You always heed his warnings.

🝮 “How’d today go?” He asks, rubbing his thumbs into your shoulder tissues. He looks down at you mildly.

🝮 “Fine,” you reply, shooting him a quick smile before focusing on whatever you were doing.

🝮 He leans over into the crook of your neck, brushing his lips behind your ear. “Any more incidents…?”

🝮 You reach your free arm up around his head and run your fingers through his hair. “Nope. I was fine babe,” you smile.

🝮 Gun tries to dodge your gaze when he smiles, but he fails. You catch his lips softly curving upward. He’s glad.

𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

🝮 You just felt like there was so much to do… and your body couldn’t keep up with the workload.

🝮 You were lucky, actually, that Vasco was swinging by. This had happened before, so he was aware of your bad habits… or whatever you’d like to call them.

🝮 He watches you bustle back and forth, carry a couple boxes, run your hands through your hair and wipe your sweaty hands on your shirt.

🝮 He furrows his brows, clutching the takeout he brought you close to himself.

🝮 “(Y/N)… is this not a good time?” He asks, eyes wide and innocent.

🝮 Your vision starts to cross a little, and you press your hand to your temple. “Uh… no- Euntae-”

🝮 Your body starts falling… and his body just reacts-!

🝮 🏃‍♂️💨

🝮 Vasco cradles your head, as he usually does. His eyes are even wider now as he scoops you into a bridal carry.

🝮 “Oh no! (Y/N)! You outdid yourself again!” He gasps in delayed shock. As if he hasn’t been carrying you to a chair for thirty seconds.

🝮 You blink up at him. You feel your legs trembling from exhaustion. You really did outdo yourself.

🝮 (That sounds fine in this context 👆)

🝮 Vasco places you down and runs around blindly to get you water. He hasn’t quite established a system with you… and checking in isn’t as easy anymore. His phone skills are a little—

🝮 He cups the back of your head and holds the cup of water to your lips, brows drawn together in concentration. Your hand reaches up and grabs the cup for yourself.

🝮 He kneels by your side for half an hour, asking how you’re feeling and if he can help you.

🝮 The takeout he ordered didn’t spill… so you’re able to eat that.

🝮 You explain to him your habits of overworking yourself again. He seems to understand for the moment. He tells you seriously that you need to “take care of your body. Or else you’ll fall and I won’t catch you.”

🝮 Whenever this does happen, he waits. He only leaves if you ask him for something. Hands will rest gently (and shyly) on your lap. Eyes will remain glued to you.

🝮 He hates seeing you overwork yourself. Bbb wants you to take care 🥺

Thank you beloved Anon for being so patient! I’m finally trying to plow through my requests… and kick writers block in the arse. So expect… things!!

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I present fine art. I’m telling my kid this was drawn by Picasso.

Welcome back <3 I hope you're doing fine!!

For the requests, if you have time, how does a little Vin Jin drawing sound? 👀

heyy! thank you so much for your commission!! i'm happy that you remember me,,, anyways, i'm doing alrighto. uni is just kinda overwhelming. hope you're doing well as well!! and hope you like my drawing for you. ^w^

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HELLO can you PLEASE write a fluff for Jason yoon i love your works btw 😊💋🫶

yes

𝐂𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

G/N Reader Notes: I’ll die for Jason. He’s my roman empire. Anyway- some fem pronouns mighta slipped in there! Fluff... sorta!

Jason Yoon- the average-height drink of water that usually glues himself to someone else’s side. Anyone’s side… except for yours… it seems. Dark, brooding, intelligent; Jason could be found hovering around Jake Kim, rolling his eyes at the boss’ stubbornness and ill-timed humor. When he wasn’t with Jake then he was with Brad Lee; the two of them would walk wherever and whenever they wanted. Jason wasn’t even an extrovert… and yet you always saw him in the company of someone else. Well, actually, maybe he was an extrovert. Either way, he seemed to keep away from you. It was bothersome really. Jason had an attractive, captivating personality. A little brash sometimes, quiet and intuitive, but also stupid and hotheaded. He was a piece of work, honestly. Besides that… all he seemed to do was Taekwondo. You had nothing against it initially, but after a while it became the most attractive thing on the face of the planet.

That dark, sharply-angled glass of water… that stalky hunk, that mass of eye candy, never seemed to bat an eye in your direction. It’s not that you wanted his constant affection… but it was true that you hung around Big Deal more often than most. You were even considered friends with a majority of the highest ranking members. You weren’t overly attracted to any of them though. I mean… they were nice… but…

You sat on the stairs outside of a flower shop. Leaning against your knees, hands cupping your face, and feeling a little drowsy. It’s been thirty minutes since you arrived today to the street. Not very long. Half of that time you’ve spent here. On the stairs. Eavesdropping.

Honestly how can you not eavesdrop? The boss is washing his junky car, and his idiot goons (affectionate) are helping him. Lots of drama is bound to ensue.

At present Lineman and Jason are bickering about… the mental capacity of the other. You sit there, listening to them banter back and forth. While you admit, it’s not easy to tire from listening to Jason’s voice, or Lineman’s for that matter, it’s getting a little excessive. Especially when you try to interject and defend Lineman (who you’re pretty close to), only to have your words snuffed out.

Not glance your direction; not even a hint of acknowledging your words. At this point you’ve given up. You just watch as the two talk back and forth. “Don’t use the rough side of the sponge you idiot-”

“There’s no wrong side of the sponge! Look… they’re both soft-"

You sigh and refrain from smiling, watching as Lineman sheepishly realizes Jason was, once again, correct.

“Good try Lineman,” you chuckle. He turns to you with a slightly embarrassed smile. Jason, sure enough, ignores you again. He plows right on with a playful insult (at least it sounds more playful).

You furrow your brows slightly. You’re little hurt, actually. You understand, you can’t be friends with everyone. You’re probably not going to ever pluck up the courage to confess to him. Chances of ever being a couple are near zero. But still… something about him is starting to bug you. The hose nearby has fallen limp to the floor as the boys scrubs suds onto the car. You notice it’s still on.

Jason swats Lineman’s hand away as he begins invading his side of the car to wash. He shakes his head and tries not to smile, and succeeds. Lineman gawks, “What?”

“You missed some spots over there. Look-”

“(Y/N) might stare if you bend over…” Lineman mutters.

Jason whacks him with his soppy washcloth, glaring. Like he cares. He continues washing the left door of the car, shooting Lineman tiny glares when he can. “Hey Jason, d’ya think L-”

SQUIRT.

The entire side of the car is suddenly drenched in water. Including Jason. Lineman jumps backwards in surprise, staring down at his sopping wet arms and then back towards the car. The water turns off and drips from the hose, which then clatters to the floor as you awkwardly retreat.

Jason (and Lineman…. And Jerry now too-) stare back at you, exasperated and confused. Number Three stars to form a bitter glare, dropping the cleaning supplies and beginning to stalk towards you.

You take a couple steps backward, “Just… stop being such a jerk.”

You’ll admit… he was actually kinda… when he was all wet…

Arms wrap around your waist and you’re hoisted off the ground, carried and forced against the car… drenched in water yourself by Lineman and Jerry as Jason holds you in place.

Your sides hurt from laughing by the time they’re finished… and all you mind can think of is that Jason’s actually being chill for once.

Lineman turns off the hose, letting the water drip off to the side and grinning at your sopping wet selves. Jerry pats your head politely while you and Jason begin ringing out your clothes.

“I’m not a jerk,” Jason says.

“…Hey-! So soaking me out of spite isn’t jerky behavior?”

Jake calls from the opposite side of the car.

“He’s just being petty!”

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𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Just some cute fluff. Eugene • Jake • Hudson

𝐄𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞

🝮 He enjoys the feeling of your fingers intertwined.

🝮 He has a habit of folding his hands behind his back. It’s either that or resting them together on a table.

🝮 It’s a comfortable position for him. He never realized it felt even better to hold some else’s hand.

🝮 The warm tingle when your fingers brushed into his palm was something he looked forward to.

🝮 Never in public. Always in private.

🝮 Sitting down with you after a long day, resting his eyes, cradling your hands with his

🝮 That’s an ideal situation for Eugene. He couldn’t ask for much more.

🝮 He enjoys holding your hand up to his cheek, letting you caress his face. Sneaking small kisses against your fingers. Never letting go of your hand.

🝮 You’re probably the only one that can tell… but it doesn’t change the fact that Eugene is down bad for you. It also doesn’t change the fact that he’s touch starved in a way and hates to admit it… but holding your hand is the tiny amount of contact that he tolerates and enjoys-

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

🝮 Now as willing to hug and kiss all the time is Jake is, sometimes he just likes to keep it simple.

🝮 It’s romantic to him. Holding your hand.

🝮 Your hands slip into each others so easily, it’s almost like they’re puzzle pieces.

🝮 He gets tingles whenever your fingers lace together. For all his talk, Jake is pretty inexperienced when it comes to romantic relationships.

🝮 He reaches out to pull you closer, bringing you to his side as you walk down the street. Arms brushing against each other, hands pressed together.

🝮 Not all the time, but sometimes. He’s not overly affectionate of course. He’ll initiate hand-holding on walks… during dinner…

🝮 Hold hands as he kisses you senseless. Interlock fingers as your free hand digs through his hair. Hold hands as he presses his body against yours and molds his lips with yours.

🝮 Yeah… Jake likes to hold hands.

𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧

🝮 His knuckles are rough and withered as sand paper, to be frank.

🝮 He’s even cut his niece’s forehead before… trying to sweep some of her bangs out of her eyes. His skin is coarse… he’s aware.

🝮 He doesn’t know why you enjoy holding his hands so much.

🝮 You grab them during the cold, weaseling your icy fingertips into his warm palm. He brushes it off.

🝮 You grab his hand while you’re studying. It’s a little odd. He tries to ignore it.

🝮 When you begin holding his hand at random he finds it really unusual. You don’t actually like it… do you? The rough feel of his knuckles and palms. Even his fingertips are comparable to sandpaper.

🝮 You kiss his knuckles, dragging your lips over his coarse skin. He wants to flinch, but doesn’t. He wants to look away from you, but he doesn’t.

🝮 Holding hands with you is really nice…

Me: O-Oh…. Hey guys! Part two to bubble baths? Well you see- w-WOAH

Ya’ll: 🔪🔪🔪🔪

Me: Oh! The requests… UhM about that— WAIT-

Me: 😵

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Ignore the last chapter. Screw creepy content.

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Anyone else notice Warren is getting back his original Warren-Chae™ hairstyle? PTJ finally realizing how nasty hair gel looks or something-

Nah jk. He probably was required to gel his hair for workers 🥲