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The way love falls - lcy

pairing- Anton lee x fem!reader

genre- fluff

Wc- 13k

a/n- hiiii lovelies!!!hope you like this!!!i worked hard and this truly spoke to me ig so please enjoy!!

Jeju, 1955

The leaves fell like all leaves do. They fell from the trees, flowing, dancing, entangled in their own spirit as they drifted beneath our feet. That’s how they lived. That’s how they died. They didn’t have thoughts or feelings. They were silent against the winds and the tussling of the other trees. That’s how Chanyoung lived. He didn’t speak unless spoken to. He did what he was taught, obedient to his mother, father, and grandmother. He was a careful leaf amongst the wild ones. That’s just how his leaf fell. Until he saw her.

Her presence was different—something that disrupted the stillness of the falling leaves. She walked with a grace that seemed at odds with the weight of the world around them. Chanyoung, who had always been taught to follow and never stray, found himself watching her in a way that felt unfamiliar. He didn’t know why, but something about her caused the quiet rhythm of his life to shift.

“Chanyoung!” came the echoing voice of his mother as he walked (or rather, toddled) over with a basket of fish, holding them out to her as she looked at him with a stern face. “One. Two… four, five…” His mother sighed deeply as Chanyoung looked down at his feet. He knew what was coming. It always did.

“Why… go take it back, Chanyoung-ah. We barely have enough as it is,” his mother said sternly. His antics had aged her nearly twenty years with how often he gave fish to the Oh family.

“But… mother, they d-don’t—” he started.

“I don’t care,” she interrupted. “Her mother married into the Oh family. They are responsible for feeding her. Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t let your father know about this!” she yelled, steam practically coming out of her ears.

“Don’t you get it, Chanyoung?! We barely have enough!” she sighed heavily. “Next time, you give that… girl an extra fish, it’ll be yours , She’ll eat.” As his mother stormed off, Chanyoung didn’t think her words were that bad. If he had to go to bed hungry so that she could feel a little less ache in her stomach, he would. He would for her.

The wind howled through the trees as Chanyoung stood still, the basket of fish still clutched in his hands. His mother’s words echoed in his mind, but they didn’t make him feel the same way they made her feel. He didn’t understand why she had to be so angry. Wasn’t it enough that he gave what little he had to others? Why did his heart ache when he saw someone hungry, when he knew he could help?

He glanced toward the horizon, where the ocean met the sky, and for a moment, the wind seemed to whisper something just out of reach. He felt a strange pull, a sense that there was something more beyond the world he knew. Something bigger, something different.

As his feet shifted, he noticed the familiar rustle of the leaves once again. His thoughts turned back to her—the girl who seemed to exist outside the quiet pattern of his life. Maybe she was the one who would show him what it felt like to live differently, to think differently, to be different.

But before he could move, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. He turned just in time to see her standing there, her silhouette framed by the pale light of the setting sun.

“She yelled at you again…didn’t she?”the girl asked,her small figure so bright in his eyes as he stared at het with a dopey look in his eyes.As she cleared her throat he quickly shook his head ‘no’ making her click her tongue and roll her eyes.

“Ofcourse she did, dont lie “she chuckled.Chanyoung could feel the tears start to blur his vision.What if she thought he was weak?What if she thought that boys who cry because of their mothers are dumb?What if she thought he wouldn’t be good enough because he cried.

“You're gonna cry aren't you?”shr giggles as he tearfully stutters “n-no ..mm I’m n-not”he sniffled .She pouted as he said this before standing closer to him.

The winds had gotten stronger.The tides more stronger aswell.

“Its okay channie….shh”she shushed him her smooth fingers caressing his round eyes.the salt of the illuminating on her fingers.

The name.she had only called him ’channie’ once before.it was like his leaf had started to float more elegantly when he heard her voice utter his name.The melody of her voice was the wind and he was a mere leaf.

In that moment, he felt lighter than he had ever felt before, as if he could be swept away by the breeze, carried to a place where he could finally breathe. She made the world seem less harsh, less heavy. Her touch, soft and calming, seemed to pull him from the storm inside his heart, and for once, he didn’t feel so alone.

“You don't have …to give me it”she said.

The wind had suddenly stopped.his leaf once again falling,not floating.She didn’t get it.It wasn’t about the fish,It was about the fact that he wanted to show her that he cared.He wanted to show her how much he cared, how his heart beat around her .So fast, so heavy and quick.

The silence between them stretched as Chanyoung stood there, still holding the basket of fish, his heart racing. The wind had stopped, but inside him, a storm raged. She didn’t understand. She thought it was about the fish, but it wasn’t. It was about so much more—about wanting to give something, anything, to someone who made him feel seen, made him feel like he mattered.

“I want to,” he whispered, barely audible against the quiet of the evening. His voice trembled as he stared down at the fish in his hands. “I want to give you something, even if it’s just this.” His words felt foreign on his tongue, like he wasn’t used to saying them, but they came from a place deep inside him, a place he’d never let anyone near before.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes searching his face as if trying to understand. “You don’t have to give me anything, Chanyoung,” she said softly, her tone gentle. “I know you care.”

But he shook his head. “You don’t understand,” he insisted, his voice cracking. “It’s not just about this. It’s about showing you that… that I care. That I want to be more than just the boy who follows orders. I want to be something else. I want to be someone who can make a difference.”

Her gaze softened as she stepped closer, her presence like a quiet promise in the stillness of the evening. She reached out, gently taking the basket of fish from his hands, her fingers brushing against his. The simple touch sent a jolt through him, a spark he didn’t know he needed.

“You already matter,” she said quietly, her voice steady and warm. “You don’t have to do anything to prove that.”

Chanyoung felt a weight lift from his chest, though the storm still churned inside him. She was right—he didn’t need to prove anything. He just needed to be. To be seen, to be heard, to be allowed to exist outside the confines of expectations.

But in that moment, as the sun dipped lower and the first stars began to flicker in the sky, he realized something. She was the one who had shown him what it meant to be free, to live differently.

She smiled at him, and it was like the world shifted once again.

“Chanyoung,” she said, her voice a soft melody in the quiet of the night. “You don’t have to be anything other than who you are.”

And for the first time in his life, Chanyoung felt like that was enough. Just being who he was, without the need for anyone else’s approval, was enough.

As the wind picked up again, this time gently, like a sigh against the earth, Chanyoung allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, his leaf could float a little longer. Maybe he could choose where it landed.

Jeju 1960

Autumn had left.Winter had arrived.It was funny to chanyoung how before he felt like a leaf that was floating.Now he was a leaf that was frozen.

Autumn had left and winter had arrived.His y/n’s happiness had come and left aswell.

Her once childish laugh had turned into a monotone silence.Her winter had started the moment her mother took her last breath.

The very reason he had met his y/n, the reason she was there with him for the past four years , had left.

Chanyoung stood by the window, staring out at the vast stretch of snow that covered the hills, a coldness settling in his chest. The world outside seemed as still as he felt. The leaves were long gone, replaced by the bitter, unyielding chill of winter. He had once felt like a leaf, floating in the wind, but now he felt like the frozen earth beneath the snow—trapped, cold, and unable to move.

He glanced to his side, where Y/N sat by the small fire in her home. Her eyes, once bright with mischief and laughter, now seemed distant, as if she were looking through him rather than at him. The pain of her mother’s death weighed heavily on her, and despite his best efforts, he felt helpless in easing that burden. He had tried to be there for her, to remind her of the life and love they had built together, but nothing seemed to break through the wall she had built around herself.

It had been weeks since her mother passed away, but the silence between them felt endless Chanyoung missed her laughter, the way her presence had filled every corner of their life with warmth. He missed her touch, the way she would quietly find her way into his arms, seeking comfort and giving it in return. But now, there was only the weight of grief, and no matter how much he wanted to hold her, to tell her everything would be okay, the words felt hollow.

He walked over to her slowly, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet of snow outside. He knelt down beside her, gently taking her hand in his. She didn’t look at him, didn’t even acknowledge his presence, but he felt the soft, trembling warmth of her fingers against his, and that was enough for him to keep holding on.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice a low murmur. “I’m here. I’m always here, for you. You don’t have to carry this alone.”

She didn’t respond immediately, but after a long pause, her voice, strained and weak, broke the silence. “I don’t know how to be… without her. I don’t know how to move forward.”

Chanyoung’s heart ached for her, but he knew that the only way to heal was to give her the space to grieve. He couldn’t rush her, couldn’t expect her to find her way back to the laughter they once shared in an instant. All he could do was stand by her side, offering his presence as a silent comfort.

“I can’t make it go away,” he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “But I can help you carry it. One step at a time.”

She finally met his gaze, her eyes still clouded with sadness, but there was something there—something flickering in the depths of her soul. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough,” she whispered.

“You are,” he said, his voice steady with the certainty that only love could bring. “You’ve always been strong. And I’m not going anywhere. We’ll face this together.”

She looked down at their hands, entwined in the quiet of the room, and a tear slipped down her cheek. He didn’t wipe it away. Sometimes, the best thing to do was simply let the tears fall.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same,” she said, her voice breaking. “I don’t know if I’ll ever laugh the way I used to.”

“You will,” Chanyoung replied, his voice soft but full of conviction. “It might take time, but you’ll find your way back. You’ll find joy again.”

She nodded slowly, her shoulders trembling as she exhaled a shaky breath. The winter might have come, but he wasn’t going to let it freeze her heart. He would stay with her, no matter how long it took. They would get through this winter together, and when the spring came, they would find the warmth of the sun once more.

For now, they sat together in the silence of the room, the fire crackling softly between them. The storm outside raged on, but inside, there was a quiet promise that no matter the cold, they would find a way to keep each other warm.

Soon spring would arrive.New leafs would bloom.Hopefully green.

Jeju 1965

Five years. 157,680,000 seconds. That’s how long he had spent comforting her. Through winter, through spring, through summer, through autumn. Through careful watering, her own leaf had started to bloom. Chanyoung could see it. He could see her smile shine as bright as the sun’s rays as she walked along the sands of Jeju.

Her laughter, once a distant memory, now rang out in the salty breeze, a melody that made his heart swell. It wasn’t the same childish giggle from their youth, nor the broken silence that had followed her mother’s passing—it was something new, something reborn. She was still Y/N, but stronger, carrying the weight of her grief with grace.

Chanyoung watched her from a distance, standing barefoot where the ocean kissed the shore. She had always belonged to the sea, much like the wind that carried the leaves. The way the water touched her ankles, swirling around her as if the waves themselves longed to embrace her, made him believe that she, too, had finally started to move forward.

He approached quietly, his hands buried in his pockets, feeling the fine grains of sand shift beneath his feet. She turned before he even spoke, as if she could sense his presence before seeing him. Her gaze met his, and for the first time in years, there was nothing heavy in her eyes.

“Y’know your mothers going to yell at you again” she said softly as she had a foreign look in her eyes he smiles back at her.Oh how he would reach towards the ocean and pick every coral out for her if he could.Just to see her smile.

“You’re so careless chanyoung…”she scoffs looking at her feet and kicking a rock “ If she…are you even listening”

No.He wasnt listening, he was spending his time staring at her memorise, each bump in her skin, the way her lips and nose were shaped.They were so beautiful .To him she was so beautiful.

A sigh broke him out of his trance as he looked at her with widened eyes, making her frown.

“You can’t just act so..out of it chanyoung…”her brows furrowed as she looked up at the sun , which was slowly going to sleep.”do you know what they say….”he knew.”they say that Lee chanyoung only wakes up to follow l/n y/n around” he turned his head sheepishly to the side.A chuckle escaped him, light and unbothered. Maybe it was true. Maybe his heart had only ever beat in rhythm with hers. Maybe every step he took was simply a response to where she led. And maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind.

“Do they?” he mused, tilting his head as if he truly had no idea.

She rolled her eyes, though there was no real annoyance behind it. “They do. They think you’ve never had a single thought of your own.”

Chanyoung hummed, considering. “That’s not true.”

She arched a brow, waiting.

“I’ve had at least one thought of my own.”

“Oh?” she crossed her arms. “And what’s that?”

“That I want to marry you.”

The wind carried his words, soft and easy, like the gentle push of waves against the shore.

She froze. He could see the way her breath hitched, how her hands twitched slightly as though she wasn’t sure what to do with them.

Her lips parted, but no words came.

He smiled. For once, he had surprised her.

Chanyoung took a step closer, his fingers itching to reach for her, but he held back, giving her space. “I don’t care what they say, Y/N. I’ve followed you, yes, because I wanted to. Not because I had no mind of my own, but because my heart has always known where it belongs.”

She blinked at him, still caught somewhere between shock and something else—something softer, warmer.

He lifted a hand, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. “You don’t have to say anything now. You don’t even have to answer me today. But just know that… if you’ll have me, I’ll spend every season, every year, choosing you.”

The sun had nearly set, painting the horizon in hues of deep orange and gold, the sky reflecting the warmth that now simmered between them.

Y/N looked at him then, really looked at him. At the boy who had once been a careful leaf, afraid to fall, afraid to be anything more than what was expected of him. But now, he wasn’t just a leaf. He was the wind itself, choosing his own path.

She exhaled, and when she smiled, it was as if spring had arrived again.

She huffed as she crossed her arms with a small pout “can’t.sorry” she said her lashes fluttering.Chanyoungs heart dropped as he stopped silent in his tracks .

“Huh”she looked back, her face held curiosity , as to why the boy looked like he was prey caught by his predator.

Can’t?” Chanyoung echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. The word felt foreign, unfamiliar—like a language he had never learned to understand.

Y/N turned fully to face him now, her expression unreadable. The way her lashes fluttered, the small pout on her lips—it wasn’t rejection, not entirely, but it wasn’t the answer he had been hoping for either.

His mind raced, searching for meaning in a single syllable. Can’t? Not don’t want to? Not no?

“Y/N…” He stepped forward, hesitant, as if one wrong move would send her slipping through his fingers. “What do you mean?”

She sighed, her arms tightening around herself as she looked away, staring at the last slivers of sunlight melting into the horizon. “I mean exactly what I said, Chanyoung.”

Frustration clawed at his chest. “That’s not an answer.”

She exhaled sharply, the weight of something heavy pressing against her shoulders. “You don’t understand—”

“Then help me.” His voice was firm now, steadier. “Because right now, all I understand is that I love you. That I want to build something with you. That I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Y/N swallowed, shifting on her feet. “It’s not about love, Chanyoung.”

“Then what is it about?”

She bit her lip, hesitant, before finally meeting his gaze again.

“….I …I always promised myself I’d go back to seoul”she said, her eyes sunken ,”I promised my mum I…that i wouldn’t succumb to the pressures she did”her voice broke , just like Chanyoungs heart

“i want to marry someone from seoul!and ofcourse…become a poet”she said , the broken voice turning more monotone, as if she was trying to convince herself mire than him.

“Then lets stop this”cam his retort causing y/n to pause in her thoughts and look up at him

Her breath hitched, eyes widening just slightly. Stop this?

“What?” she whispered, barely believing the words had come from him.

Chanyoung held her gaze, his jaw tight, his hands curled into fists at his sides. “If you’ve already decided… if you’ve already written the ending to our story before we even had a chance to fight for it—then let’s stop this.”

The words felt like fire on his tongue, like something tearing at the seams of his chest. He didn’t want to stop. He didn’t want to walk away. But if she was so determined to push him away, to convince herself that what they had wasn’t worth breaking promises over—then what was he supposed to do?

Y/N’s lips parted, but no words came out.

For the first time, she saw something in his eyes she had never seen before. A quiet kind of desperation, a plea hidden behind the hardness of his expression.

“You say you want to marry someone from Seoul,” he continued, voice strained. “That you want to be a poet, that you made a promise to your mother—but what about you, Y/N? What do you want?”

Her breath was shaky. “I—I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

His words were quiet, but they hit her harder than any shout could.

She did know. She had always known.

But knowing and choosing were two different things.

“I—” she started, but he didn’t let her finish.

“Tell me you don’t love me,” he said. “Tell me this—us—was never real. Tell me that, and I’ll walk away right now.”

Her heart stopped.

He was giving her an out. A way to make it all disappear, to end it cleanly, to go back to the life she had always planned for herself.

But when she opened her mouth, nothing came.

Because she couldn’t say it.

Because it would be a lie.

Chanyoung took a shaky breath, nodding to himself as if he already knew the answer. “That’s what I thought.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, hating how much he understood her. How easily he saw through the walls she had spent years building.

“I’m scared,” she admitted, voice small.

He furrowed his brows

“Scared?Scared of…of what”he said this time he grabbed the sides of her waist lightly , holding her like a fine piece of china.She was too delicate to be handled roughly in his eyes. A leaf still in bloom.

“…of dissapointing her”a teary voice.She put a hand on his chest as she looked up at him with a blue expression.Chanyoung stared back at her, understanding rooted inside him.

Chanyoung exhaled slowly, his grip on her tightening just slightly. Of disappointing her. He understood that feeling all too well—the weight of expectation, the fear of straying too far from the path someone else had drawn for you.

But he couldn’t stand to see her like this. So fragile, so caught between what she wanted and what she felt she should do.

“You won’t disappoint her,” he murmured, brushing his thumb gently over her waist. “Loving me… choosing me—it doesn’t take away from everything else you want, Y/N.”

Her lashes fluttered, unshed tears clinging to the corners of her eyes. “You don’t know that.”

“I don’t,” he admitted. “But I know you. And I know that no matter where you go, no matter what you choose—you’ll make her proud.”

She let out a shaky breath, her fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt.

Chanyoung reached up, carefully tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I love you,” he said again, softer this time. “And if you tell me to, I’ll let you go. I’ll let you chase your dreams, go back to Seoul, marry whoever you think you’re supposed to. But just for a second, be honest with yourself.”

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding so loud she swore he could hear it.

He leaned in, just enough that she could feel his breath against her skin. “If none of that mattered—if it was just you and me, right here, right now—what would you choose?”

The question burned through her.

Because she knew the answer. She had always known.

You. I would choose you, a thousand times over.

Her lips parted, but before she could speak, a single tear slipped down her cheek.

And then—quiet, hesitant, like the first drop of rain before a storm—

“I would choose you.”

Those words were all it took for the gust of wind always following Chanyoung to push him forward—to close the space between them, to cup her face in his hands like she was something precious, something meant to be held close.

Her breath hitched as their foreheads touched, the warmth of him seeping into her skin, grounding her even as her heart felt like it might take flight.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that,” he whispered, his thumbs brushing over the apples of her cheeks, over the tears she hadn’t even realized had fallen.

Y/N let out a shaky laugh, the sound breaking at the edges. “Probably not as long as I’ve waited to say it.”

Chanyoung exhaled, something deep and full and relieved. “Then don’t take it back.”

Her hands found his wrists, fingers pressing lightly into his skin. “I won’t.”

It was a promise. One that made his heart ache in the best way.

And so, with the last light of the setting sun painting them in gold, Chanyoung closed the space between them, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that tasted like every unsaid word, every stolen glance, every moment that had led them here.

And for the first time, neither of them ran.

A month later

“No.”the very word ‘no’ from his mother weighed heavily on him as he looked at her with betrayal.

“why…shes…mother …shes-“ “an orphan.An orphan who is a burden on her step fathers family and will be on ours aswell”

Chanyoung felt the breath leave his lungs, like he had been struck in the chest.

His mother’s words rang in his ears, sharp and final. An orphan. A burden.

“Mother,” he said, voice tight, controlled, but barely. “You don’t even know her.”

“I know enough,” she replied coolly, sipping from the porcelain teacup in her hands as if they were speaking of something trivial. “She has nothing to her name. No family, no status, no future. Do you truly think you can build a life with a girl who has nothing to offer?”

Chanyoung’s fingers curled into fists at his sides. “She has me.”

His mother scoffed. “And what will that give her? Love?” She set the cup down with a soft clink, her gaze sharp as she looked at him. “Love does not put food on the table. Love does not build a secure home. You think with your heart too much, Chanyoung. You always have.”

He took a step closer, his jaw clenched. “Then maybe it’s time you stop thinking for me.”

His mother’s expression darkened. “Are you truly willing to throw everything away for her?”

His breath was heavy, uneven, but his answer came without hesitation.

“Yes.”

Silence fell between them, thick and suffocating.

His mother exhaled sharply, shaking her head in disappointment. “Then you are a fool.”

“Maybe,” Chanyoung admitted. “But if loving her makes me a fool, then I don’t want to be wise.”

He turned on his heel, not waiting for her response, not giving her another chance to rip apart the one thing in his life that had ever truly felt like his.

Because he had already made his choice.

And nothing—not his mother, not society, not even fate itself—would take her away from him.

“Lets run away..”came her meek suggestion when Chanyoung relayed the piercing words of his mother.He looked at her with confusion .

Run away?

“Run away?” Chanyoung repeated, as if the words themselves were foreign to him.

Y/N nodded, her fingers twisting together, a nervous habit he had come to recognize. “If we stay here, your mother will never accept us. She’ll never accept me.”

Chanyoung exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “And where would we go?”

“Seoul,” she answered immediately. “It’s where I’ve always wanted to be. Where I was meant to be.” Her voice wavered slightly, but she stood firm, searching his face for any sign that he would agree. “We could start fresh. Just us.”

He studied her, the way hope flickered in her eyes, the way her hands trembled ever so slightly.

He wanted to say yes. He wanted to tell her they could leave this town behind, escape the weight of expectations and disapproval. But something held him back.

“Y/N…” He sighed, stepping closer, brushing his hands over hers. “Running away doesn’t make the world disappear. My mother will still be my mother. The past will still be the past.”

“But we can build something new,” she insisted, her voice soft but sure. “Together.”

Chanyoung hesitated. He had spent his whole life being the son his mother wanted, the boy who never strayed too far, never questioned too much. He had followed Y/N like the tide follows the moon, drawn to her without question.

Could he finally take the step he had been too afraid to take before?

Could he leave everything behind for love?

He swallowed, then lifted a hand to cup her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Let’s run away.”

Seoul 1965

The train was comforting.The leaves sticking against the window as y/n’s smile lit up the dim train compartment.

“You’re so pretty” smiled Chanyoung, as he stared at his beloved who stared back with a giggle.

She giggled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true,” Chanyoung murmured, eyes soft as he reached for her hand. His fingers traced over hers, slow and deliberate, as if grounding himself in the moment.

Outside, the world blurred past them—rolling hills, scattered villages, the occasional lone figure standing by the tracks. It felt like a dream, like they had stepped into a new world where only they existed.

Y/N sighed contentedly, resting her head against his shoulder. “We’re really doing this.”

Chanyoung hummed, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the back of her hand. “Are you scared?”

She considered it for a moment. “A little.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Me too.”

She lifted her head to look at him, brow raised. “You? Lee Chanyoung? Scared?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Of course. But not because I regret this,” he clarified quickly. “Just… it’s a big change. A new life.”

Y/N smiled, squeezing his hand. “A life we get to build together.”

The train rumbled beneath them, steady and unyielding. The sun had begun to set, casting warm, golden light into the compartment, bathing them both in its glow.

Chanyoung looked at her, and in that moment, he knew—no matter where they went, no matter what they faced—he would always follow her.

Seoul awaited. And so did their future.

The motel reeked. It was old and dingy, and it reminded Y/N of the old shack on the edge of her and Chanyoung’s neighborhood. The kind of place that was barely standing, where memories of a simpler, harder time lingered in the cracks of the walls. The air was thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and mold, the flickering neon sign outside casting an eerie glow through the cracked blinds.

Y/N hesitated at the threshold of the room, her eyes scanning the worn carpet and the mismatched furniture that looked like it had been salvaged from someone’s yard sale. The dim light from the single lamp in the corner hardly made the room feel any less oppressive.

Chanyoung stepped in after her, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. His face was unreadable, but she could feel the weight of the moment pressing on his shoulders.

He looked around, his lips pressed into a thin line, and then turned to her. “It’s not much, but it’ll do.” His voice was low, a touch of defensiveness in it. He didn’t want her to think that he couldn’t do better, but they both knew the truth—they had nothing.

Y/N forced a small smile, stepping into the room fully and brushing the stray hairs from her face. “It’s fine,” she said, though her voice lacked the conviction she wished it had. She hadn’t been expecting luxury, but the bare, depressing nature of their surroundings was a reminder of just how far they had fallen.

Chanyoung crossed the room, his footsteps soft against the old carpet, and placed their bags on the bed. He turned to face her, his expression softening as he took in the way she was standing, a little too still, her eyes distant.

“Hey,” he said, walking over to her and gently lifting her chin so that she would meet his gaze. “We’re together, and that’s all that matters.”

She nodded, the truth of his words settling deep in her chest. “I know,” she whispered, her fingers brushing the fabric of his sleeve.

There was a quiet moment between them, the kind that felt like time had slowed down, and in that stillness, Y/N realized something. Despite everything—the uncertainty, the danger, the lack of a clear future—being with Chanyoung made it all bearable. She would face anything with him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised softly, her voice steady despite the whirlwind inside her.

Chanyoung’s eyes softened, and he stepped closer, his hands sliding around her waist. “And I’ll always choose you,” he whispered back, his lips brushing against hers.

Knock.Knock.Knock. A knock caused them to separate with a jump.

“Come in!”Chanyoung coughed as he wrapped his hand around his waist again.

The lady at the door had an odd smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She stood there, holding a tray with bottles of soju and plates of samgyeopsal, the sizzling sound from the food filling the awkward silence between them. Her smirk was unsettling, like she knew something they didn’t.

“Compliments of the house,” she said, her voice dripping with an unfamiliar sweetness, though there was something in her tone that felt off, like she was saying more than what was on the surface.

Y/N’s brow furrowed, and Chanyoung, though still visibly tense, forced a polite smile. “We didn’t order anything,” he said, his voice firm but polite, trying to maintain control of the situation. The last thing they needed was to be caught in some strange game with a stranger who was too curious for her own good.

The lady’s smirk widened, and she stepped into the room without waiting for a response. She set the tray down on the small table between them, the sound of the soju bottles clinking together making the room feel even more claustrophobic.

“Well, we thought you two would enjoy it. It’s not every day such…young, beautiful guests pass through,” she said, her gaze lingering on both of them a little too long. “Just a little hospitality, for those starting a new journey.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and Y/N’s unease deepened. She shot a quick look at Chanyoung, who was already tense, his jaw clenched as if preparing for something he didn’t quite understand.

“We really don’t need this,” Chanyoung said, trying to keep his voice steady. He moved to pick up the tray, intending to return it, but the woman blocked his path with a raised hand.

“It’s not just a gift,” she said, her voice now colder, more cryptic. “I’d advise you not to ignore the signs when they’re so… clear.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted. Her instincts screamed that something wasn’t right about the situation, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what was making her feel this way. Was it the woman’s presence? The strange hospitality? Or the weight of her words?

The woman’s eyes narrowed as she glanced at Y/N, before shifting back to Chanyoung. “Be careful. Some things are too tempting to resist, especially when you’ve got the world at your fingertips,” she said, her voice low now, as if speaking in a secret code only they could understand.

A heavy silence followed her words. Chanyoung stood frozen for a moment, caught in the strange tension, before he slowly set the tray back on the table. He wasn’t going to play into whatever game this woman was trying to pull them into.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” he said, his voice calm, though his eyes hardened with caution. He didn’t like the way this felt, didn’t like the odd sense of foreboding creeping into the room.

The woman’s lips twitched into a smile again, but it wasn’t a friendly one. She gave them one last lingering look before she turned on her heel, exiting the room without another word.

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Chanyoung and Y/N alone once again, the strange encounter hanging in the air like an unspoken warning.

Y/N slowly exhaled, her hands trembling as she ran them through her hair. “That was…weird,” she murmured.

Chanyoung nodded, his eyes dark with unease. “Something’s not right,” he said quietly. At his words her stomach growled as she looked at the food and chanyoung with a pout.

Chanyoung couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at the sound of her stomach growling, the tension in the room easing slightly at the unexpected sound. He turned his gaze back to her, watching the way she pouted, her eyes flickering between the food and him. It was the first time all day she had shown any hint of normalcy, and he couldn’t help but find comfort in it, despite the strange encounter.

“You hungry?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N nodded sheepishly, her eyes still lingering on the soju and samgyeopsal, her stomach making its presence known again. “I guess… maybe we should eat? I mean, it looks good,” she said, though her voice still had a hint of uncertainty.

Chanyoung studied her for a moment before his lips curled into a small, teasing smile. “You’re not worried about what the lady said?”

She shook her head, her pout deepening as she reached for one of the plates. “I’m more worried about starving,” she muttered, the faintest laugh escaping her lips.

Chanyoung shook his head, but he couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged at his lips. He leaned forward, pouring them both a drink of the soju, trying to put the strange encounter out of his mind, if only for a moment. “We’ll eat,” he said firmly. “And we’ll deal with whatever happens next. But right now… I think you’ve earned a proper meal.”

She smiled at that, her gaze softening as she picked up a piece of the grilled samgyeopsal, taking a small bite. Her eyes brightened immediately, the taste rich and savory, a comfort in the midst of the uncertainty. “This is really good,” she said, her voice light, as though she could almost forget the tension that still clung to the room.

Chanyoung watched her for a moment, his heart lifting at the sight of her relaxed, even if just for a moment. He took a bite of the samgyeopsal himself, savoring the flavors as he leaned back, allowing himself to momentarily enjoy the simple pleasure of the meal.

For a brief moment, the outside world—the strange lady, the ominous atmosphere—faded into the background. It was just the two of them, sharing a meal, trying to find comfort in the middle of the unknown.

Soon however his thoughts were replaced with haziness as one drink turned into two and two turned into three.

Y/n was no better as her eyes, hooded kept looking up and down.

“We need three kids”her whiny voice, the effects of soju clear as daylight within it.

“Mhmm” he hummed back , his cheeks tinted rose as he nodded to all the nonsense she babbled

Chanyoung couldn’t help but smile at Y/N’s tipsy state, her words slurring just a little as she leaned against the table, her eyes half-lidded in a haze of alcohol. She had always been so composed, so measured, and seeing her like this felt both amusing and endearing. He chuckled softly, watching as she absentmindedly reached for another piece of samgyeopsal, her hand unsteady.

“Three kids, huh?” he asked, leaning back in his chair, his voice light, though a flicker of something more serious crossed his mind. He hadn’t imagined settling down with anyone—not like this. But now, with Y/N, the idea didn’t seem so far-fetched.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice slightly louder than before, her gaze intense despite the fog in her mind. “Three! A big family… one boy, two girls… or… I don’t know… but three sounds like a good number,” she giggled, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside her.

Chanyoung’s face flushed even more at her words, the image of a bustling house with children filling his mind. It was a pleasant thought, but one that had always seemed so distant, so unrealistic. Yet now, as he watched her, as she leaned closer to him, her breath warm against his skin, he found himself imagining it too.

“I think we could handle three kids,” he teased, though his heart fluttered at the thought. “Mhhm we should start tonight”he chuckled.

She didnt respond, so he looked upnto see her staring at him with something in her eyes.

Desire?lust? whatever it was , it made her do something bold as she crawled closer to him , turned off the light and pushed his chest down onto the matress.

Next morning

The sunlight filtering through the curtains was warm, but the room felt even warmer with the quiet aftermath of the night. Chanyoung’s eyes fluttered open, his body heavy with the weight of sleep and something more—something deeper. The events of the previous night rushed back to him in a slow, disjointed blur, and he couldn’t help but smile softly, a little dazed.

Y/N was curled up beside him, her hair sprawled across the pillow, her face peaceful, though there was an undeniable softness to her expression, a sort of contentment he hadn’t seen in her before. He studied her for a moment, trying not to wake her, and yet, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. She looked so different, so unguarded. In a way, she was more herself than he’d ever seen.

The air felt thick with the intimacy of their shared silence, and he slowly shifted, careful not to disturb her, as he reached for his phone to check the time. It was early, much earlier than he usually woke up, but something about the quiet of the morning felt… peaceful, almost sacred.

He couldn’t help but replay the events of the night in his head. The way she had taken the lead, so confidently, pushing him into something they hadn’t talked about, hadn’t planned, but both of them had seemed to crave. It was wild, it was unexpected, but it had also felt right—so right.

Chanyoung smiled again, his fingers brushing gently against the back of Y/N’s hand as he lay back down beside her, watching the rise and fall of her breath. Maybe it was foolish, or maybe it was exactly what they both needed. But as the warmth of the morning wrapped around them, he realized something he hadn’t expected to feel so soon: he was happy. And not just happy, but full in a way he hadn’t known before.

After a few minutes, Y/N stirred beside him, her body shifting slightly as she reached for the blanket. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a second, she looked confused, but then, she saw him and everything seemed to click back into place. Her lips curved into a lazy smile, a smile that spoke volumes more than words could.

“Good morning,” she murmured, her voice soft and still thick with sleep.

“Good morning,” he replied, his tone a little more serious than usual, but the smile tugging at his lips gave away the lightness in his heart.

She stretched, her body curling into his, seeking the warmth of his embrace. “So, three kids, huh?” she teased, her voice low and playful, though there was an underlying tenderness to her words.

As y/n stretched her arms, she noticed something.The leftover food was there,her nightie was there, but where in the world was the yellow polka dotted suitcase they had carried all the way from Jeju?

Y/N’s gaze flicked around the room, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scattered remnants of their evening: the half-eaten food, their clothes strewn about, and yet, the one thing that should have been there—their yellow polka-dotted suitcase—was nowhere to be found. Her heart skipped a beat as she sat up quickly, scanning the room again, more urgently this time.

“Chanyoung…” Her voice wavered with the first thread of concern. “Where’s the suitcase?”

Chanyoung blinked, still waking up as he rubbed his eyes. “What? The suitcase? It should be right there, by the door…”

But when he looked, the spot where the suitcase had been was empty. His heart sank as the fog of sleep cleared, and he quickly pushed himself up, looking around the room as if the suitcase might suddenly reappear. There was no sign of it anywhere.

“Wait, did you…?” He stopped himself mid-sentence, his mind racing to figure out what had happened. The suitcase hadn’t just disappeared.

Y/N stood up, her feet hitting the cold floor as she began to pace nervously. “I swear it was there when we went to bed… But now it’s gone.” She rubbed her temples, trying to calm her racing thoughts.

Chanyoung stood too, moving to check the door. It was locked, just like they had left it. “It must have been taken… Maybe we left it outside or—”

“Do you think we were robbed?” Y/N interrupted, her voice rising in worry. “Who would do that? We didn’t see anyone last night.”

“I don’t know…” Chanyoung said, frustration creeping into his voice. “This doesn’t make any sense. We didn’t bring it inside the motel because it was late, but we definitely didn’t leave it outside.”

A cold shiver ran down Y/N’s spine. The possibility of someone sneaking into their room felt real, too real. She glanced over at Chanyoung, meeting his eyes, and in that moment, a quiet, unspoken understanding passed between them.

“We need to find it,” she said firmly. “I don’t care what we have to do, but we need to get that suitcase back.”

Chanyoung nodded, already moving towards the door. “I’m with you. Let’s check with the front desk first. Maybe someone saw something.”

The two of them stepped out into the hallway, their hearts pounding in synchronicity as they walked toward the front desk. As they approached, the same lady from last night looked up at them with an odd smile that seemed more calculated than welcoming.

“You two look a little… different this morning,” she said, her tone dripping with something unreadable.

Y/N felt her stomach churn at the woman’s gaze, but Chanyoung didn’t miss a beat. “We need to ask about a yellow polka-dotted suitcase. Did you happen to see it or—”

The lady merely chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down both their spines.”oh please as if i would know where it is”she said giving them a passing glance. Y/ns mind was once aagin clouded worry until she saw somthing that bloomed a rage in her heart.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes locked onto the ring. The sight of it—the familiar, delicate band that had once belonged to her mother—was like a dagger twisting in her chest. The woman’s finger glittered with the ring, an object Y/N had only brought with her in the suitcase to keep it safe, never intending to part with it. Her stomach churned, the rage rising within her like a tidal wave.

“Chanyoung,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and fury. She tugged on his sleeve, pulling his attention to the woman’s hand.

Chanyoung followed her gaze, his expression darkening as he saw the ring. His jaw clenched, the sharp surge of protectiveness and anger surging through him. “That ring…” he began, his voice cold as ice, “where did you get that?”

The lady’s smirk faltered for a split second, but she quickly regained her composure. “Oh, this? It’s just a ring. Can’t imagine what’s so special about it.”

Y/N stepped forward, her fists clenched, the anger boiling inside her. “That’s my mother’s ring,” she spat, her words harsh and sharp. “You took it from our suitcase. You—”

The woman’s smile twisted into something more sinister. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred, her voice dripping with mock sympathy, “You really don’t understand, do you? I didn’t take anything from you. I just… found it.”

Y/N’s pulse raced. “Found it? In our suitcase? You knew exactly what you were doing.” She took another step forward, her hands trembling with fury. “Where is the suitcase?”

The woman’s smile widened, but there was no warmth in it, only cold amusement. “Why don’t you go ahead and look for it?” she said, waving a hand dismissively, but her eyes gleamed with malice.

Y/N felt the heat of her rage build to a boiling point, but Chanyoung, sensing the danger, placed a hand on her arm, holding her back. His grip wasn’t harsh but firm, a silent plea for restraint. “Let me handle this,” he said quietly, his voice calm but edged with something dangerous.

Y/N looked at him, still seething, but she nodded, trusting him to take control of the situation. “Fine,” she muttered, stepping back slightly.

Chanyoung turned to the woman, his gaze hardening. “You’re going to show us where it is. Now.” His tone was low, commanding, and there was no room for argument.

The lady raised an eyebrow, her amusement flickering for a moment before she sighed dramatically. “Fine,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Follow me.”

She led them down a narrow hallway, her heels clicking sharply on the tile floor. The atmosphere in the motel was oppressive, the air thick with the scent of dust and mildew. The walls seemed to close in on them as they walked deeper into the building, and every step Y/N took felt heavier, the unease creeping back into her chest.

When they reached a small, dimly lit room at the end of the hall, the woman gestured for them to enter. The room was cluttered with old furniture, stacks of magazines, and boxes that hadn’t been touched in years. At the center of it all was a lone, small table, and on it, Y/N’s yellow polka-dotted suitcase sat innocently, as though nothing had happened.

Y/N’s heart raced as she stepped forward, her eyes locked on the suitcase. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the handle, the familiar weight of it sending a rush of memories flooding back. She turned it over in her hands, but before she could open it, the woman’s voice interrupted.

“Not so fast, sweetheart,” she said, a twisted smirk still playing on her lips. “I think we need to have a little chat first.”

Chanyoung stepped between them, his eyes sharp and unwavering. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but we’ve had enough. Where’s the rest of our stuff?”

The woman’s eyes flickered, her smug expression wavering for just a moment before she recovered. “All in good time, darling. All in good time.” She paused, as though savoring the tension in the air. “But you might want to be careful. People like you—so quick to make accusations—don’t always come out of things like this unscathed.”

Y/N felt a cold shiver run down her spine, but she refused to back down. “We’re not leaving without everything that belongs to us,” she said firmly, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.

Chanyoung nodded, his jaw set. “We’ll see about that.”

“Give it”he states this time calmly as she frowns

“No you idiot, i wont just give it to you”she scoffs.

Chanyoung’s eyes darkened as her words hung in the air, but his calm demeanor remained unshaken. “I didn’t ask for your permission,” he said, his voice laced with an icy undertone that made the woman pause.

Y/N stood behind him, fists clenched at her sides. Her heart raced, the tension thickening the air. The woman’s defiant posture only fueled her anger, but she held herself back, trusting Chanyoung to handle the situation.

The woman scoffed again, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest. “You think you can just waltz in here and demand whatever you want?” Her voice was harsh, filled with mockery, but there was something in her eyes—a flicker of fear she quickly tried to hide.

Chanyoung took a step forward, closing the distance between them with an unsettling calmness. “I don’t care about what you think you have, but what’s in that suitcase doesn’t belong to you. You will give it to me,” he said, each word deliberate, like a promise—or a warning.

The woman faltered, her gaze shifting between Chanyoung and Y/N, the control she’d once had slipping through her fingers. “You think you’re threatening me? You don’t know who I am,” she sneered, but the edge of her voice trembled, betraying her bravado.

“I don’t care who you are,” Chanyoung said, his tone suddenly cold. “But you will not get away with this.”

Y/N could see the slight shake of the woman’s hands now, the nervous twitch in her eye. She had underestimated them—underestimated Chanyoung. She had thought she could intimidate them with her power in this tiny, dingy motel, but Chanyoung was no longer the same boy who was easily pushed around.

The woman’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, she considered defying him. But something in Chanyoung’s unflinching gaze made her reconsider. She was no match for his quiet resolve.

With a huff, the woman grabbed the suitcase from the table and thrust it toward them, her face twisted in frustration. “Take it, then. But don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she spat, as if the very act of giving it back was a personal defeat.

Chanyoung reached out and took the suitcase from her hand, his fingers brushing against hers for a split second. The woman glared at him, but Chanyoung didn’t react.

He turned to y/n , grabbing her wrist with his free hand”lets go”his voice smooth as he dragged the shocked girl out of the worn down building.

Lee Chanyoung, the boy who never once raised his voice a decibel more than his normal saccharine tone, spoke to someone harshly.The Americans were right, the 60’s were a time of unexpected events.

As they walked.No as they sprinted out , she let out a hearty laugh.Like a domino he did the same as they both stood there.

Silence.

The silence was nice.it was quiet.It was nice.

Until it wasn’t.Blares of sirens were heard in the alley as the women came rushing towards them, two officers in tow .

“it was them!They took my ring…my bag…my ring”her ‘tears’cascaded down her face as she pointed at them.

Chanyoung’s grip tightened on the suitcase as he pulled Y/N closer to him. His eyes, once soft, now hardened, scanning the approaching scene with rapid calculation. The woman’s tears looked more like a performance than genuine emotion, and Chanyoung knew immediately that they were being set up.

“Don’t listen to her,” Chanyoung said, his voice sharp, each word calculated. He stepped in front of Y/N, shielding her from the officers as they approached. “She’s lying. We paid for the room and were just about to leave.”

The officers looked at each other, uncertain. The woman’s accusations were clear, but something about the way Chanyoung stood—so calm, so unyielding—made them hesitate.

“She’s lying,” Y/N echoed, her voice gaining strength now that she could feel the heat of the situation rising. “I don’t know why she’s doing this, but she’s lying.”

The officer in front raised an eyebrow, scanning their faces. “Do you have anything to back up your story?” His gaze flicked to the suitcase in Chanyoung’s hand, then to Y/N, who looked every bit the innocent victim.

Chanyoung’s gaze never wavered. He placed the suitcase on the ground beside him with a soft thud, meeting the officer’s eyes with unwavering confidence. “I don’t need anything to back up my story. The truth is, the only thing we’ve done is walk out of a room we paid for.” He turned his attention to the woman, who was still fake-sniffling, playing her part.

“Oh please officer, you can tell their in some sort of run away teenage gang”she sniffled”taking …my stuff …can’t believe it”the lady sobbed.

Y/n gasped as she scowled “if were gangsters …you ..you BITCH! “ she covered her mouth as everyone looked at the girl in shock.

“…what… she meant ”chanyoung shook his head .What did she mean to say?

“No!Lemme speak channie!You had no problem offering us a room and getting us ,’teenagers’ drunk”the girl screamed, her lungs aching.

The women gasped “excuse you! i have never…EVER done such a thing! Officer you know me!the women rambled.

The two men looked at eachother.sighed.And then told the two eighteen year olds they had the right to remain silent.

In the police station, the sterile, cold walls felt like they were closing in on Chanyoung and Y/N. The tension was thick in the air as they sat in one of the dull, gray interrogation rooms. The metallic scent of the room lingered in the air, and the hum of fluorescent lights above them added to the oppressive atmosphere.

Chanyoung leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the table. He had not said a word since they’d been brought in. Y/N sat beside him, her hands clasped together tightly on her lap, trying to steady her breathing. The adrenaline that had fueled her earlier was now replaced with a sense of dread, the silence in the room weighing on her.

Her outburst still echoed in her mind. She couldn’t believe she had said that to the woman, but the anger had taken over. The woman had gone too far, and Y/N just couldn’t let it slide. The way she had twisted the truth, trying to paint them as criminals—she had lost it.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Y/N whispered, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft but filled with frustration. “We just wanted to leave. We didn’t do anything wrong.”

Chanyoung glanced at her, his expression unreadable, but his eyes softened as he spoke. “I know. But she’s not going to get away with this. I won’t let her.”

Y/N nodded, her heart still racing. “I don’t understand. Why would she lie like that? What did she want from us?”

Chanyoung paused for a moment before answering, his voice low. “I think she saw an opportunity to manipulate the situation. We came in, young and alone, and she thought she could use us for whatever reason. Maybe she was trying to intimidate us into paying her off, or she just wanted to cause trouble. People like her don’t care about the truth.”

Y/N bit her lip, trying to hold back the wave of emotion threatening to crash over her. She had never felt so helpless, so vulnerable. “I just want to go home.”

Chanyoung reached over and placed his hand on hers, squeezing it gently. “We will. We’ll get through this. It’ll be okay.”

Just then, the door to the room opened, and a stern-faced officer stepped inside. His eyes flicked briefly to the two of them before he sat down opposite them, placing a file on the table.

“You two punks think your funny, huh?”the officer scowled making the young girl frown.

“I told you we didnt-!”she was cut off”Thats what they all say….you two are runaways tho” he said , the smirk on his face was so punchable.

Chanyoung’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t let the officer’s words rattle him. Instead, he leaned forward, his voice calm but firm. “We’re not runaways. We paid for a room at that motel. We didn’t steal anything. Whatever the woman is claiming—”

The officer cut him off again, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, I’m sure you didn’t steal anything, kid. You just walked out with a suitcase that didn’t belong to you, right?” He leaned back in his chair, a smug expression playing on his lips.

Y/N’s fists clenched in frustration. “We didn’t steal it!” she snapped, her voice rising. “ IT WAS OURS! She was the one who took the suitcase. She was the one trying to scam us. We’re not criminals!”

The officer’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Sure, sure. That’s what they all say. But you know what? You two are both here now, and I’m gonna make sure I get the truth out of you.”

Y/N shot a look at Chanyoung, her eyes wide with anxiety. She had never been in a situation like this before, and her heart was pounding in her chest. The officer’s taunting words were starting to get to her, making her feel small and helpless.

Chanyoung, however, remained unshaken. His gaze locked onto the officer’s, his voice low and controlled. “You can ask whatever you want, but I’m not lying. We’ve done nothing wrong. If you want to keep us here, you’re going to have to make a real case against us. Otherwise, we’re leaving.”

The officer’s smirk faltered for just a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. “You’re both staying here for now.”he says with a smack of the behind of chanyoungs head with a clipboard.Then again and again and again.He was about to switch targets and hit his y/n.

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock, her body freezing as the officer raised the clipboard once again, targeting her this time. The sound of the slap echoed in the small room, the impact harsh against Chanyoung’s head. Her heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively stepped forward, her voice coming out in a sharp breath.

“Stop!” Y/N shouted, her hand flying out to protect Chanyoung, who was already wincing from the repeated blows.

The officer’s eyes glinted with malice, his expression twisting into a sadistic grin. “What, you think you can stop me?” he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “I can do whatever I want. You two are just kids trying to get out of a mess you got yourself into.”

Chanyoung’s hands clenched into fists, his calm demeanor now visibly cracking. The pain from the hits was one thing, but watching the officer approach Y/N made his blood boil. He moved in front of her before the officer could strike again, blocking her from view, his chest rising and falling in quick, controlled breaths.

“Don’t touch her,” Chanyoung’s voice was low, full of restrained fury. “You want to hit her ? You’ll have to hit me first.”

The officer’s grin faltered, but he stepped forward nonetheless, the clipboard raised. “So what? You think I’m afraid of you, boy?”

Before the officer could act, the door to the interrogation room flew open with a loud bang, and another officer entered, his eyes sharp and piercing. He surveyed the scene, his gaze narrowing when he saw the raised clipboard and the tense standoff between Chanyoung, Y/N, and the first officer.

“What’s going on here?” the new officer demanded, his voice commanding attention.

The first officer quickly dropped the clipboard, stepping back as if nothing had happened, a forced smile creeping onto his face. “Just handling some unruly suspects here,” he muttered, but the new officer was not fooled.

“Unruly suspects, huh?” The new officer’s gaze flicked between the first officer and the young couple, then back to the clipboard.

“Lee Chanyoung?” He says pointing to chanyoung. A nod.

“You ran away from Jeju..you punk”the officer smirked.”Your mum’s waiting outside for you and ….your girlfriend”

Chanyoung’s heart skipped a beat, and Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. The mention of his mother caught them off guard, and for a moment, the tension in the room shifted. The new officer’s words were sharp, the smirk still lingering on his face as he stood there, arms crossed.

“Excuse me?” Chanyoung’s voice came out strained, his mind racing. He hadn’t seen or heard from his mother in weeks. Why would she be here now? And how did the officer know about Y/N? His gaze darted to Y/N, who looked just as confused and worried as he felt.

“You heard me,” the officer repeated, his eyes cold. “Your mother came all the way from Jeju to pick you up. She’s outside waiting, along with your girlfriend, I believe.” His words were loaded with something more, a hint of mockery underlying the surface.

Y/N clenched her fists, her protective instincts flaring up. “My mother?” Chanyoung finally said, unable to hide his disbelief. “She… she’s here?”

The officer didn’t answer directly, instead letting the silence fill the space between them. Chanyoung stood there for a moment, processing the unexpected revelation, his mind swirling with thoughts about what was happening. Why would his mother suddenly show up at a police station in the middle of everything? And why bring Y/N into it?

He glanced at Y/N again, his heart tightening when he saw the concern in her eyes. He could feel the weight of the situation pressing on them both.

“She can’t be here. She has no idea—” Chanyoung began, but the officer interrupted him with a snide chuckle.

“You’d be surprised what people know when they’re looking for you,” the officer sneered. “She’s just outside. You two want to go talk to her? Or would you prefer to sit here while we sort this out?” The officer’s tone was dismissive, almost as if he were enjoying the uncomfortable tension that filled the room.

Y/N’s grip on Chanyoung’s hand tightened. She could feel the knot in her stomach growing, and the thought of facing his mother now made her feel nauseous. She hadn’t even known about Chanyoung’s family situation. They had kept things so quiet between them, and now this—everything was unraveling in a way neither of them could have anticipated.

“Let’s just go see her,” Chanyoung said, his voice cold. The last thing he wanted was to let this officer drag them through more of this mess, but he knew that the sooner they handled this, the sooner they could leave.

The officer gave a small nod, his expression shifting into something more calculated. “Follow me.”

As they walked down the sterile hallway of the station, the quiet footsteps echoed in the silence. Chanyoung could feel the eyes of the officer on him, and his mind raced with what was about to unfold. His mother, waiting outside, was a mystery he couldn’t yet solve. And with Y/N beside him, he had to figure out how to handle the situation without making it worse.

When they reached the exit, the officer pushed open the door, and there, standing just outside, was his mother. Her face was stern, her posture rigid as she watched them approach. Her eyes locked onto Chanyoung’s, and then she turned to Y/N, offering a brief, cold nod.

Chanyoung’s heart sank as he met his mother’s gaze. The confrontation he’d been avoiding for so long was finally here.

“Chanyoung,” his mother began, her voice steady but laced with something sharp. Suddenly his mother hit him, once , twice, multiple times making him wince.

“Chanyoung stumbled back, his cheek burning from the slap, his mind reeling in shock. His mother’s hand trembled with barely-contained anger, and the sound of each slap echoed in the air. He could hardly believe this was happening, the woman who had always been his mother—his protector—now standing in front of him like a stranger, her fury overwhelming him.

Y/N flinched, her head still bowed, feeling the weight of the moment settle heavily on her chest. She hadn’t expected this kind of response, but it was clear that Chanyoung’s mother had no intention of backing down. Every harsh word, every slap, felt like it was directed at both of them, but she remained silent, unsure of what she could say to make it better.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was?” his mother spat, her voice trembling with frustration. “Your grandmother, your father, we’ve been out of our minds, searching for you. And now, you’re here with her?” She glared at Y/N, her eyes filled with disdain. “You think this… this girl is worth ruining everything for?”

Chanyoung wiped his cheek, his heart hammering in his chest. The shock was slowly morphing into anger. He had always known his mother had expectations for him, but this? This was something else entirely. She had never struck him before, never shown this kind of raw hatred. It felt like the foundation of his entire life was crumbling before his eyes, his world shifting beneath his feet.

“Stop,” Chanyoung finally managed, his voice quiet but laced with steel. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

His mother scoffed, her eyes narrowing. “Oh, so now you’re defending her? You think I’m going to stand here and let you ruin your future for a girl who has no place in our family? No place in your life? You’re better than this, Chanyoung. You were better than this.”

Y/N could feel her throat closing up. She wanted to speak, to defend Chanyoung, to tell his mother that they were happy, that they didn’t need her approval, but the words wouldn’t come. The tension in the air was suffocating, and no matter how hard she tried to steady herself, it felt like she was drowning in it.

Chanyoung stood tall, despite the sting on his face. “I don’t need you to approve of my decisions, Mom. I don’t need you to tell me who I can or can’t be with. I’m not a child anymore. I’m making my own choices, and this—” he gestured between himself and Y/N “—this is my choice.”

His mother’s face twisted with disbelief. “So, this is how it’s going to be? You’re going to run away with her, pretend like nothing matters?”

“I didn’t run away,” Chanyoung replied firmly, his voice growing louder with each word. “I left because I don’t want to live my life based on your rules anymore. I’m tired of trying to be someone I’m not, for you, for Dad, for anyone. I’m tired of feeling like I’m not enough.”

There was a long silence. His mother looked as though she had been struck by his words, the harshness of his tone cutting through the tension in the room. But the silence was short-lived, replaced by an expression of cold resolve.

“If this is what you want,” she said, her voice eerily calm, “then fine but don’t bring shame to our family.Marry her properly especially if you've already…”his mother turned red at her own words.

“I….” He looked at y/n.The wind was blowing strongly that day, the leaves floating around like a spirit free to roam the underworld.

A month later

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, the puffy white gown glowing in the soft light of the room. She twirled a little, laughing at the way it made her feel. It was a moment of pure happiness, an escape from everything that had been weighing them down. The month that had passed since that heated argument had been tumultuous, full of difficult decisions and questions they hadn’t yet answered.

Chanyoung stood by the door, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he watched her with a look of adoration in his eyes. Even his mother’s harsh words couldn’t dampen the way his heart swelled seeing her so happy, even if the circumstances were less than ideal.

“I like this dress,” Y/N giggled, spinning once more, her eyes glinting with excitement.

His mother, standing in the corner of the room, was far less impressed. “Wow, a new dress,” she muttered under her breath, her gaze sharp as she shot Y/N an assessing look. “In times where we barely have enough to survive,” she added, shaking her head, making Y/N falter slightly.

The laughter that had filled the room immediately dimmed. Y/N’s smile wavered, and she looked down at the dress in her hands. The sting of his mother’s words cut deeper than she expected.

Chanyoung coughed, stepping forward to stand beside Y/N. His voice, though gentle, carried a weight of firmness. “Get whatever you want, darling,” he said, his eyes softening as he looked at her. “If it makes you happy, it’s worth it.”

His mother opened her mouth to retort, but Chanyoung’s voice stopped her before she could say anything. “Yes, we’re poor, but I’m not asking you to understand. I’ve spent my whole life working for this, for the chance to make this woman happy. I’ve loved her since I was eight. Every second of my life, every day, every year, has led me here.”

His mother was silent, the weight of his words sinking in. Y/N felt the shift, the quiet defiance in Chanyoung’s stance. There was something in the air between them now—an unspoken promise that no matter what came their way, they would face it together.

She smiled at him, her heart swelling with love and appreciation for him. “Thank you,” she whispered, stepping into his embrace, the world outside seeming to fade away in that moment.

Chanyoung kissed her forehead gently, his voice low and sincere. “I’d do anything for you, Y/N. You’re my everything.”

Jeju 1966

“AHHH!” Y/N screamed, her body tensing as waves of pain crashed over her. She clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles white, every muscle in her body straining to handle the intensity of the contractions. The room around her seemed to blur, the walls closing in as the pain radiated from her abdomen.

The doctor and nurse stood above her, their voices calm and soothing as they reassured her, trying to keep her grounded. “You’re doing great, Y/N,” the doctor said, his tone steady. “Just a little longer. You’re almost there.”

The nurse, her gentle hands guiding Y/N through the contractions, nodded in agreement. “Breathe, sweetheart, breathe. Focus on your breath. You’re strong. You’ve got this.”

But Y/N could barely hear them over the roaring sound in her ears, her body consumed by the unbearable pain. She squeezed her eyes shut, doing everything she could to hold onto the pieces of herself that felt like they were slipping away.

Then, through the haze of pain, she felt it—Chanyoung’s hand, warm and steady, wrapping around hers. She opened her eyes to see him standing by her side, his face pale but determined, his eyes full of love and encouragement.

“I’m here,” he whispered, his voice soft but strong. “I’m right here, Y/N. You’re not alone.”

Her chest tightened, and for a moment, the pain seemed to dull as she focused solely on him. His presence was a lifeline, pulling her through the worst of it. He wasn’t going anywhere, not now, not ever.

A sudden, sharp contraction hit, and Y/N gasped, her body arching in response. The nurse hurried to adjust her position, but Y/N barely registered it, her focus entirely on the pain, on the feeling that this moment would define everything.

“You’re doing great,” Chanyoung encouraged again, brushing the sweat from her forehead, his hand never leaving hers.

Y/N’s vision blurred with tears as the intensity of the moment reached its peak. The pain was overwhelming, but somehow, she felt a sense of peace in knowing that the moment they’d been waiting for was finally here.

The room became a whirlwind of motion, the doctor giving instructions, the nurse checking her vitals, and Chanyoung holding her hand through it all. It felt like time slowed as Y/N took a final, deep breath, gathering all the strength she could muster.

“One more push, Y/N. You’re so close,” the doctor urged gently.

With everything she had left, Y/N pushed. The room was filled with the sound of her cries, the effort of her body reaching its breaking point. And then, with one final surge, there was a shift—a release—and suddenly the room was filled with a new sound.

The first cry of their baby.

Y/N collapsed back onto the bed, utterly exhausted, but the smile on her face was undeniable. Through the haze of pain, she heard Chanyoung’s voice, choked with emotion, whispering, “We did it, Y/N. We did it.”

The nurse gently placed the tiny bundle in Y/N’s arms, and for the first time, she held their child, their perfect little one. She looked down at the tiny face, so fragile and new, and her heart swelled with love.

Chanyoung leaned over, kissing her forehead, his eyes glistening with tears of his own. “She’s beautiful,” he whispered, gazing at their daughter.

Y/N smiled weakly, her heart overflowing with love for both of them. “She’s everything.”

“Lee Ae sun”chanyoung smiled

In that moment, everything else fell away, including the leaves outside. The pain, the fear, the uncertainty—it didn’t matter. They had created life together. They were a family now.

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