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Kiro’s Mind’s Quest: Infatuation Play Translation Part 2 [CN]

Hey! Here’s Part 2 of Infatuation Play. Here is Part 1 if you haven’t read it yet.

Enjoy~ 💛

*Spoilers for future content below!*

[Chapter 4]

MC: It seems I’ve put too much salt in the seasoning….

MC: If it’s salty…. add more water!

Kiro: Haha.

Kiro was amused by what I said, and he shook off a piece of beef and tasted it.

Kiro: Good to eat!

Kiro also gave me a piece, the evening light leaked in from the window, reflecting a small layer of fluff on his face.

In the steam, the spicy and delicious smell seemed to dispel the previously unremarkable smell in the house.

I took a sip of soda and brought up the topic from before. *Changed some wording*

MC: By the way, in addition to encountering the big challenge of an actor’s career, filming NG….

MC: Is there anything else that left an impression on you?

Kiro looked down and thought about it seriously.

Kiro: Does scaring a crying kid count?

MC: Of course!

Kiro smiled when he saw the eagerness on my face to hear the story.

Kiro: This scene is also related to entering the character state.

Kiro: In order to maintain this state, I kept myself bored in the hotel room for a long time….

Kiro: Probably because of my routine, no one reminded me.

Kiro: Later, I didn’t know the exact time anymore. When I came out, I felt that I had been in the dark for a long time.

Kiro: I realized that I was a bit too immersed, so I went to buy a bottle of soda to take a break.

Kiro: Then I met a kid in the crew…. I didn’t do anything, he just saw me and then cried.

Kiro’s voice was very low, and the hot pot gurgled.

I think of Kiro’s immersive performance on the screen, and then I dig a little deeper into what he said just now-- *Changed some wording*

It was as if he had a bitter fruit in his heart, and he desperately wanted to hide it from me. The more bitter it was, the stronger the taste.

In the end, the fruit still found its way into my heart.

I sniffed and couldn’t help joking.

MC: From another perspective, that kid got to watch a scene for free.

Kiro raised his eyes, and I continued with a smile.

MC: I want to watch the exclusive performance of the big star Kiro too!

MC: Thinking about it this way, I feel a little jealous.

I took his hand and his fingertips quivered slightly.

Kiro: Don’t you think I’m not doing well enough? As a professional actor, I shouldn’t be in this situation.

I shook my head.

MC: Remember, you asked me before if there was anything interesting about this business trip.

MC: In fact, in the city where I was on business, there would be lively gatherings at night on the street next to the hotel.

MC: Looking down from the balcony, there are clusters of lights, and everyone sits on the steps and chats casually.

MC: When I saw it, I was thinking, “I must bring Kiro here next time. He will love the sparkling cider here.”

I looked at Kiro brightly. He seemed to be imagining the scene I described with slight waves in his eyes.

MC: I want to share with you all the good and bad, brilliant and lonely times.

MC: You can be imperfect, you can have lonely and dark moments because I will be with you.

MC: We share each other’s lives. No matter what life it is, as long as we experience it together, it is enough.

Those blue eyes staring at me seemed to be lit by some kind of warm light for a moment, filled with soft emotions.

I paused and asked him softly.

MC: I remember that every time you acted in a play, you would bid farewell to them at the end.

MC: You said that you were lucky to participate in a period of their lives and experienced their emotions.

MC: So in the end, you have to bid farewell to the partners you have been working with….

MC: Looking forward to another time and space, they will continue their lives.

MC: Did you say goodbye this time?

Kiro looked at me and suddenly reached out and wiped the oil stains on my lips.

The boiling of the hot pot sounded and there seemed to be some fragments of emotions in his eyes that had melted silently.

He paused, turned his head and raised the bear cup on the table. He raised it in the air, the emotions in his eyes were clear and calm.

Kiro: Americano is still too bitter, I prefer to drink soda.

Kiro: The hot pot made by Miss Chips is delicious. As long as you are with her, even the little things like walking your dog to the supermarket are worth remembering.

His gaze flickered over the neatly coded script on the sofa, and there was a sense of relief in his voice.

Kiro: What you didn’t find, I did.

Kiro: In the time and space I don’t know, you will definitely find what you want, and come back to shine on the stage again.

Kiro: Now, it’s time to say goodbye to you.

The starry sky is gentle, and the steam from the hot pot rises, almost like a response. The wind blows the curtains and the room is full of starlight. *Changed some wording*

We are both covered.

(Cut to the living room)

MC: What’s going on with Cello lately? She seems to be more irritable.

MC: Not only did she knock over the sunflower vase in the living room, but also bit her tail….

I pet Cello who was being held in Kiro’s arms and spoke tentatively.

It is said that the mood of pets will be influenced by the owner. Is Cello….?

Kiro looked away with a guilty conscience.

Kiro: Maybe it’s because the season makes everyone more irritable.

Kiro: [coughs] Just leave her be, save the sunflower first.

He found a new vase in the cabinet and handed it to me. I trimmed the sunflower’s branched and leaves that had been bitten by Cello.

Kiro sat cross-legged across from me and stared at me without blinking. I was a little embarrassed to be stared at.

MC: What are you looking at?

Kiro tilted his head at me and his blond hair swayed slightly. It was obviously a naughty action, but the smile in his eyes was very gentle.

Kiro: Of course I was looking at Miss Chips.

Kiro: Looking at your actions, expressions, the flower in your hand, and….

Kiro’s tone was stretched out and I followed his gaze to see the light-coloured hairband on the side of my head.

The soft end of the hairband slid down my neck and onto my skin.

MC: KI-RO!

I blushed for a moment and when I was hurriedly trying to retie my hairband, my hand was suddenly grabbed.

I looked up and under the frivolity of the sun, I didn’t know when Kiro got so close to me that I could see the creases on his lips.

His gaze fell on the end of my hair. He tucked the hairband lightly and winked at me.

Kiro: Miss Chips, let me help you.

Without waiting for my answer, he took a strand of my hair and maneuvered his hands dexterously, rubbing my earlobes with his fingertips which caused a burst of scorching heat.

The hairband is like a streamer that can be held in his hand, and he is the creator of beauty.

The mood is changing silently at this moment as we stay so close. *Changed some wording*

No matter how difficult the moments we encounter are, they will definitely be healed in the accompanying time.

After a while, Kiro held my face and looked at it with satisfaction.

Kiro: That’s it.

I reached up to touch the hairband and couldn’t help but smile. *Changed some wording*

MC: You even tied a small bow!

Kiro: Of course, this is the exclusive mark of Kiro.

Kiro picked up the end of the hairband and looked down at me tenderly. His blue eyes were like a vast and boundless sea and I willingly indulged in it.

(Cut to morning)

The morning light was in the room and the sound of the phone vibrating awakened me from my sleep. I picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

MC: Kiki? What’s wrong?

Kiki: Boss, the project you flew abroad to talk about has passed!

Kiki: Anna received the letter of intent last night, and the person in charge there said that he hoped the date of the contract signing could be confirmed today.

Kiki: Where are you now? Come and visit the company!

MC: Okay, I’ll be there.

I hung up and turned my head, Kiro’s sleeping face came into view.

He seems to be having a good sleep and his lips are slightly upturned, he looks particularly meek. *Changed some wording*

MC: ….

It looks like he is still a little sick. *Changed some wording*

The lack of sleep made my brain work a little slow, so I shook my head in an attempt to wake myself up a bit.

Just as I was hesitating whether to go, Kiro woke up with a hint of sleepiness in his eyes. He was startled when he saw my neatly dressed look.

Kiro: [cute sleepy voice] Is something happening at the company?

(If you pick “No”)

Seeing Kiro’s still pale cheeks, I shook my head and smiled at him.

MC: Nothing, I was just talking to Kiki.

But Kiro looked at me and suddenly smiled.

Kiro: Miss Chips, you should go do more important things first.

Kiro: I will wait here for you to come back.

Seeing him look at me quietly, I nodded gently.

(If you pick “yes”)

I was conflicted for a moment and then nodded honestly.

MC: There is a little situation that needs to be dealt with, but….

Before I finished speaking, I saw Kiro stretch out lazily with a slight smile in his tone.

Kiro: I will wait for your return.

He looked no different from what I was familiar with. I hesitated for a moment and finally nodded gently.

[Memory Silhouette]

MC: Hahahahahaha! This episode is so funny!

I laughed so much that my cheeks hurt and I had to lean against Kiro’s arms. He opened his arms and caged me in them.

Kiro: Is the way I eat mustard so funny?

I lifted my head and looked at him as he asked me.

The sun was shining on us warmly through the French windows, Kiro’s milk fragrance also wrapped around the tip of my nose. I couldn’t help but squeeze his cheek with my hand.

MC: No, but I like it.

MC: Didn’t someone say that if there is a person who can keep you smiling, then he must be an important presence in your life.

MC: You make me laugh without even thinking about it, your existence turns cloudy days into sunny ones. *Changed some wording*

As if he had accepted my theory, Kiro no longer struggled with his expression about the variety show, so he clicked the button to continue playing.

Kiro: Okay, I agree with Miss Chips.

This variety show has Kiro as a guest appearance. When he participated in the show, he had not yet joined the cast to make a movie. The show was as bright as a little sun.

In the space between the advertisements, I quickly glanced sideways at the person next to me.

Over the past few days, I can feel his gradual relaxation.

It’s not that I’m always vigilant, telling myself that I have to be happy in front of him, but because when I’m with him, I can relax and smile.

I liked this relaxed and soft Kiro.

MC: But speaking of it, in this variety show, I see you in a way that I don’t usually see.

MC: Planting seedlings, bargaining with the owner of a small shop, and making mosquitos nests by yourself.

MC: So Kiro turned out to be a secret master of life?

MC: So when I was making homemade cranberry cupcakes, a certain superstar asked me to teach him how to beat the egg yolks?

After being questioned, Kiro gave a cheeky “um”.

Kiro: That’s because, in the cast, I need to play the image of SuperHero. This is my job.

Kiro: But in front of Miss Chips, I can be willful and not so perfect, can’t I? *Changed some wording*

He looked at me with a smile in his eyes, like an afternoon orange soda full of refreshing taste.

MC: You said that…. I can’t refute it.

Although I said that, I couldn’t help but laugh.

MC: But two people mixing the egg yolk batter together is always more interesting than doing it alone.

There was constant laughter on screen. I looked at Kiro who was always smiling on the screen and couldn’t help but lean into his arms.

His chin rested on my shoulder from behind and his warm breath brushed my neck.

It’s always a good time to need each other and be together. *Changed some wording*

MC: Next time, teach me how to make a mosquito net.

MC: Maybe in the future when we go on a trip, it will be useful.

Kiro: Okay, let’s make a big and beautiful mosquito net.

MC: Huh? Why does it have to be so big?

Kiro: It can be used as an open-air tent. If you watch the stars at night, you don’t have to worry about being bitten by bugs.

I couldn’t help being amused by Kiro’s serious tone.

MC: Okay, let’s do it together.

Time is moving slowly and quietly, walking forward with a lazy pace. The lazy rest is close to the not-so-perfect Kiro.

Put together a cupcake with a honey-flavoured centre. *Changed some wording*

[Chapter 5]

When I had walked halfway towards the company, I decided to pull out my phone and call Kiki.

MC: Kiki, there are some things on my end that I can’t get away from. You can help me with the people from the other company and change the meeting to a virtual one.

MC: The contract has been sorted out, I will send it to them later. You are responsible for monitoring the online meeting.

Kiki: Mhhm, okay. Sounds good, boss.

After temporarily solving the company’s problems, I returned to Kiro’s house.

In order to avoid disturbing Kiro, who might still be asleep, I opened the door very quietly.

But when I entered through the door, I saw Kiro sitting cross-legged on the floor with his back facing me.

Kiro: Cello, don’t move.

A cat’s tail came out from his side, swinging back and forth uncomfortably, but was caught by Kiro in the next second.

Kiro: A few days ago, I didn’t play with you, which made you unhappy with me.

He was talking to himself, then sighed slightly.

Kiro: From now on I will play with you every day, but you are not allowed to bite your tail.

Kiro: If you bite your tail bald again, I will confiscate your dried fish!

Hearing what he said, I couldn’t help but laugh.

Kiro turned around when he heard the sound and when I saw Cello resting in his arms, I opened my eyes wide.

MC: You made a small flower for her bald spot.

A small flower made of pink wool is tied around Cello’s tail, which was probably taken from Kiro’s clothes. It covered most of the bald spot.

Kiro: Miss Chips, why are you back so soon?

Kiro was a little taken back, but because of my presence, there was an unconcealed smile in his eyes.

As I walked to Kiro’s side, I creased my eyes and opened my mouth.

MC: Because the witty Miss Chips changed the meeting to an online one, if it is synchronized with the time abroad, it will not start until the evening.

Kiro touched his chin thoughtfully.

Kiro: In other words, before the meeting, you still have a lot of time alone with me.

MC: You can think of it like that.

Suddenly I saw the familiar sly smile in his eyes. I was stunned for a second as I realized something and then took a step back cautiously.

Kiro smiled innocently and brilliantly.

Kiro: Miss Chips can’t run away, you came back to me by “getting caught” by my net. *Changed some wording*

In the next second, he hugged my waist and his presence hit me overwhelmingly.

Cello jumped to the ground, licked her paws, and curiously tilted her head to look at everything in front of her.

Kiro led me to the sofa where I sat in his arms, my heartbeat still a little fast.

Kiro chuckled.

Kiro: Why does Miss Chips look like as if I’m going to do something bad?

His palm touched my bare back, arousing a shudder.

He looked down at me, but there was nothing else in his eyes other than like.

I think of his unusual moments these past few days and my heart can’t help but feel moved.

The next second, I reached out and hooked my arms around Kiro’s neck. Kiro looked at me in a daze.

MC: Kiro, all the things that happen to you, I want to be the first person to share them with you.

I paused.

MC: Just as happiness and sadness are all the flavours of life we must experience;

MC: I want to be together in those bleak moments that must be experienced.

MC: Because--friction generates heat.

MC: So next time if you feel empty, let me stay with you.

MC: Let me fill your time.

Kiro’s eyes seemed to have a small sparkle of light in them after hearing my words.

After a while, I was pulled by Kiro and fell back into his arms.

Following his movements, my bag fell to the ground and a clear sound rang out. Kiro turned his head and glanced, leaning over and picking up a lipstick.

I reached out to take the lipstick, but Kiro grabbed my wrist.

He looked at me and suddenly put some on his lips slowly.

In the small and charming space, all his movements seemed to be slow and carefully planned, which made me suddenly think of the fragments I saw in the lens.

Kiro: While eating hot pot, Miss Chips said that she regretted not being able to see my exclusive performance.

He paused for a moment and gave a grin.

Kiro: Well now you can.

He raised his hand and the hot red in his palm brushed my hair and then letting it fall onto my back, bringing the smell of spices.

It’s like a light kiss.

I stiffened for a moment, only to feel that the spot touched by him was burning like fire, making me want to get closer.

MC: Kiro….

I muttered Kiro’s name softly. As if receiving some kind of response, he suddenly took my hand.

Then he lowered his head slightly and pressed his warm lips to my wrist.

Kiro: I’m here.

There was a warm touch from his skin and Kiro’s lips were still pressed against my wrist, but he lifted his eyes to look at me.

I blushed suddenly and wanted to lower my head and look away. The next second, I was firmly grasped with his other hand.

He held my hand and guided my fingertips past his lips.

His look was seductive, like a fairy falling into the world, unknowingly attracting me.

But perhaps, he knew it.

Kiro: Now I am sure that you have filled the most precious time in my world.

His blue eyes are as gentle as the sea and there is only a small me inside of them.

He looked at me and got closer, hot breath fell on the side of my neck accompanied by a soft voice.

Kiro: In fact, there have always been many temptations and difficulties on the way to becoming an actor.

Kiro: It’s a small boat called “Kiro”, sailing on the waves of the world. He often encounters danger, gets injured, and breaks.

The soft touch lingers from the side of my neck to my earlobe, and the breathy whispers fall on my ears very affectionately.

Kiro: But this one person, she found the boat on the boundless sea and repaired his damages.

Kiro: She then stayed on the boat and sailed the world with him to see glaciers and lakes.

Kiro: This person is called Miss Chips, and she is-- the beacon that guides me through the world.

His voice is like falling petals; quiet and soft with the ultimate sincerity. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: In the play, Kiro’s emotions belong to the stage.

Kiro: But Kiro outside the play, his world, everything about him belongs to you.

The scorching temperature left my neck and he looked at me earnestly with undisguised emotions in his eyes, like the surging ocean tides.

I couldn’t help but hug his neck back.

MC: Kiro, you made me the best Miss Chips in the world.

MC: Let’s go to farther places together, see glacial lakes, and sail the world together….

MC: Nothing can make me leave your side.

The sunflower grows enthusiastically and his golden hair is soft and brilliant. The world is flourishing and beautiful, just like himself.

If I were Kiro’s beacon for sailing the world, then let me be that tower that illuminates him.

Because-- he is also the most indispensable part of my world.

End

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doycngs · 3 years

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lee donghyuck. | six feet apart. [iii]

summary. two days. one car. some unresolved issues with your ex-boyfriend. what a recipe for disaster… right?

pairing. y/n x nct’s haechan.

genre. exes!au, road trip!au, childhood friends!au.

word count. 4k.

[four part series]

part I | part II | part III | part IV

warnings. gender neutral!reader, angst (yes again… act surprised rn !!), fluff, suggestive, swearing, hyuck has a lot of dialogue for once, he also is a big sweetheart ;’), they finally just talk this shit out omg, nothing else, just super fucking cheesy tbh, i lowkey hate myself for writing it this way :D

taglist. @sunflowerhae @haechandesal @skrtbeepbeep @ki-aechan (ask if you wanna to join my tag list!)

y’all i tried to not make it not very smutty but it just escalated in a small section lolz. also, just a warning, if you’re uncomfy with smut, it does get suggestive in this chapter. If you don’t like that, don’t read,, sorry!

(cross-posted on wattpad under ginxrna)

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DINNER WAS DEATHLY silent between you two, there was no other way to put it. There were no sounds other than the chewing of the food in your mouths and the loud clamber and conversation in the rest of the diner. It was almost like your booth had an invisible wall around it that made sure the infection of noise didn’t force the two of you to talk for 20 minutes. Donghyuck had silently taken the hint that you weren’t ready to start talking just yet, learning his lesson from earlier for pushing it.

You couldn’t make yourself say more than a word even if you wanted to; your brain just kept replaying your yelling match over and over. You knew that if you said more than a word to him, your throat would get tight with emotion again and you did not want to embarrassingly bawl your eyes out over burgers.

One thing you had completely forgotten was that Donghyuck had an appalling fear of seeing you cry, especially if he was the reason you were shedding tears. Donghyuck, being the emotionally constipated boy he was, would always just hold you in his arms until you stopped crying. The image of him in the car freezing over the console makes your stomach sink.

But what you said in the car earlier was true. You did want to get over this phase with Donghyuck because it was tiring acting so wary around him. You knew Donghyuck felt the same way too with his six feet bubble and eye avoidance.

So… you tried.

You pinched yourself to stop acting like a little child and to suck in your old feelings; try to become somewhat civil with him. Donghyuck put in an effort by the end of your meal together as well. And although it was painful, the two of you got through it, easing the tension step by step. You also learned a few new things that occurred in the year you two were avoiding each other.

Donghyuck told you he now had a minor in music studies, you told him about your switch up majors. He told you he recently lost a bet and dyed his parts of hair pink and blue (which you wouldn’t have caught if he didn’t tell you; it’s almost all faded now). You told him Renjun was now a new DJ at your university’s radio show.

Catching up didn’t hurt as bad as you thought it would’ve, however it did make you register that a lot of time had passed. It had felt like maybe two days in your head since the two of you were separated but life continued. It didn’t just freeze everything and time continued passing by without your notice.

You missed hanging out with Chenle, Jeno, Jaemin, and Mark, including Renjun and Jisung with all of them as well. Things naturally drifted apart that spring and it was one of the few reasons you regretted everything. The eight of you felt inseparable in that period of your life and talking about what changed and occurred while you were gone just made a nostalgic feeling erupt in your chest.

If only you could have it all back for a day.

When it comes time to pay, you automatically reach for your card, reaching down into your bag. As you look up though, Donghyuck also has his own debit card in his hand. You fire a glare his way.

“Nope, you paid for the snacks earlier. This is on me.” You decide, Donghyuck scoffing.

“No, you filled the gas tank last. It’s on me.”

Rolling your eyes, the waiter catches onto your drift when you raise your hand a little to get the bill, the employee sending a thumbs-up your way.

Hyuck shoves your hand down, a cute giggle passing his lips. “Stop it, seriously. Don't fight me on this.”

“I’m not fighting you on this.” You unconsciously laugh, shoving his elbow off the table in retaliation. Hyuck playfully gasps, going to snatch at your card but barely missing as you pull your arm back.

Hyuck is practically laying on the table, tickling you to get your fingers to let go of his debit card you nabbed when the server comes to your table. There’s an amusing smile on the middle-aged woman’s lips as she clears her throat.

“You two all ready to go?” She politely interrupts, a bemused expression on her face.

You push Hyuck back into his seat by the forehead, your abdomen hurting from laughter. “Yes, absolutely.”

With a dazzling smile directed toward Hyuck’s defeated form, you hand your card over in victory. The two of you get back into the car and head to the agreed accommodation the two of you choose in a comfortable space, music and small banter filling the car.

Trying your best not to ruin the atmosphere, your phone ringing cuts off the music and you quickly pick it up without checking who was disrupting.

“Hello?”

“Hi, honey! How’s the car ride going?” Your mom’s voice says through the phone, voice so cheerful that it makes you smile a little.

“It’s…” You glance over to Donghyuck, his eyes already on you. You look away quickly. “Um, it’s going fine. Did you make it to Dad’s?”

“Yes! Your father is a little busy helping me put things away right now. Come here, say hi to your child!” A grumpy and breathless hello is heard in the back and you scoff, a small grin on your face.

“Can you put me on speaker Y/N? I need Hyuck on the phone.”

You scrunch your eyebrows, nervous. “Uh, why?”

“Oh, just trust me, well you?” Slowly, you place your phone in the cup holder and press speaker, apprehensive of what your mom has to say.

“Mom, you’re on speaker.” You mutter, shrugging when Donghyuck says hello with a silent question with his eyes.

“Hi, Hyuck! Are you guys doing well? On your way to check-in yet?”

“Yes… why?” You ask, cautious. You have a sinking feeling about this.

“Well, I texted you earlier honey. I paid for your rooms already.”

“What? Mrs. L/N, you didn’t have to do that.” Hyuck points out.

“I know, I know. Y/N said the same thing but it’s fine! It’s my fault you have to drive with almost an extra hundred pounds in your car for two days. It’s all on me.”

“Mom, you didn’t need to do that. We can—” You emphasize, but your mother cuts you off.

“Oh, hush. I would usually say keep your hands off the candy in the hotel mini-fridge but go at it if you want. That’s the only time I’m going to say that to you.” You laugh a little, meeting Donghyuck’s smile. Eventually, your father drags your mother away from the phone for some help and you hang up the call.

Opening up your messaging app, you wonder what your mom texted you, confused as to when she sent this message. You checked your phone not even 10 minutes ago.

You sigh, throwing your head back when you check the timestamp. Donghyuck concerningly peeks your way, eyes still focused on the road. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head in annoyance. “My mom texted me about paying for the rooms literally a minute before she called us.” Hyuck chuckles at that, a small smile settling on your lips before you can help it.

Donghyuck uses your phone for directions to the hotel and 30 minutes later, the two of you are pulling up to the tall building. You were expecting a three and a half-star hotel at least but the second the two of you passed the hotel’s doors, you were shocked into believing it was a five-star.

The chandelier you admire as you walk in and the big seating room with plush couches makes your mouth gape open, incredibly confused as to why your mom put in so much money for these rooms. Hyuck feels the same way apparently, given by the way his eyes are as big as saucers.

“Did your mom get a big ass promotion of something?” Hyuck says in awe and you laugh in disbelief.

“Not as far as I know. Maybe we’re at the wrong place.” You mumble, glancing down at your phone just in case. Nope, you were in the right place, for sure.

The two of you walk up to the clerk behind a huge oak desk, a kind smile on his face. You confirm the two of you are at the right place, Donghyuck becoming perplexed when the man gives only one card to the two of you.

Instantly, you slap a hand to your forehead, having completely forgotten that your mom said she’d pay for one room with two beds. You take the card and thank the clerk as Hyuck follows you to the elevator confused.

“Ugh, I completely forgot that my mom wanted one room with two beds.” You groan, leaning against the elevator wall in exhaustion.

Donghyuck visually relaxes, calming down significantly in body language. “Oh! Okay, that makes sense. I thought she—”

He stops abruptly and coughs, making you look his way. His ears are red and you catch on quickly.

Clearing your throat, you stand straighter, now getting warm yourself. “N-No, my mom’s not that crazy.” The silence makes Hyuck cringe and the second the elevator door dings, he steps out quickly, hand brushing yours to take the key card from you.

“Let’s find our room.” Donghyuck blurts, feet quick to turn the corner and leave the skin on your hand burning from the contact.

Donghyuck is already swiping the card to your room when you reach him, a rush of cold air passing you when he opens the door. The place is quite spacious, even when it looks like the average size of a hotel room. The color scheme and gigantic windows reflect your figure to you and you visually cringe. Sitting in the car for hours does not look good at the end of the day.

Your shared room is set on the fifth floor, giving a fantastic view of all the city’s lights at night. Earlier, you had asked for the room’s night cost and it wasn’t even that much, considering how you’re in a city’s highly rated hotel.

“Um, Y/N?” Donghyuck’s voice says behind you. You had instantly walked towards the windows, eyes attracted to the gorgeous sight before you.

His troubled voice makes you turn around, your face falling right away.

“You’ve got to be joking me.”

There was only one bed. Just one bed.

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Donghyuck’s heavy hand slams the phone back in its place, body falling back onto the mattress in frustration. Your eyes flicker to the sliver of tan skin exposed when his shirt rides up, quickly looking away before he notices your ogling.

“I can’t believe they gave us the wrong room. And there are no other available rooms.” He whines, running his hands through his hair.

“Yeah,” You awkwardly mutter, flopping to criss-cross applesauce on the adjacent spot on the bed. “I mean, I can sleep on the couch.”

Hyuck lolls his head to look at you, throwing a deadpan look your way. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re taking the bed and I’ll take the couch. It’s only for one night.”

You give an excusatory look right back. “Yeah right…” You drag, “You can’t sleep anywhere but on a mattress Hyuck. I’m fine with the couch.”

Donghyuck sits up, offended. “What—yes, I can! I can sleep on the couch!”

You’re shaking your head, getting off the bed to grab a change of clothes for the shower. “You hate sleeping on the couch, stop lying.”

He crosses his arms, eyes following you with a glare that means— “You haven’t won just yet.” You know that look pretty well from when things would get serious on a Mario Kart round. You shut the bathroom door, locking it with a sigh. This was going to be a long fight for where to sleep.

Sucked that the both of you were as stubborn as bulls when battling for something.

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When you get out of the shower, refreshed and hair wet, you’re met with the sight of Haechan setting up what looks like a castle of pillows on the couch.

“Hyuck,” You whine, stomping over to him, “I told you I would take the sofa, get your stuff off.”

He sends a fake confused expression your way, protesting as you take his bag off the cushions. “What? No, that’s not what we agreed on!”

Now it's your turn to cross your arms, looking at him like a scolded puppy. “Stop it, seriously. I’m taking the couch whether you like it or not.”

You give a light shove on Hyuck’s shoulder for him to get the hint but he doesn’t budge at all. Confused, you push harder, his smirk when you start to actually put effort into it irritating you further.

“What the fuck?” You grunt, putting all of your body weight into it, “What are you, a rock? Move!”

“I’ve been working out just for these types of situations. Now Mark can’t make me leave his spot in the living room.” Donghyuck adds in smugly, pulling a laugh from your lips. You begin to change tactics, wriggling your fingers against his neck to tickle him; his ultimate weakness.

The tiniest squeak escapes Hyuck’s mouth as he squirms, grabbing your lower forearms to stop the attack. You’re practically on top of him, trying to get his body to move from the spot before he loses his strength. The momentum and change in his position have you toppling onto his chest.

Breathless, your eyes are wide as you take in the situation at the length of a sloth. You could see Hyuck’s just-barely-there streaks of blue and pink in his honey-colored hair this close up. His lips are plump and pink as he heaves in oxygen from earlier exertion. The close contact has your body locked up, afraid to move, and trying to memorize how familiar this all is; how much you had missed it.

Before you know what’s happening, Donghyuck’s head tilts, leaning up to connect your mouths. His hands immediately tangle into your hair with desperation as your fists hang onto Hyuck’s T-shirt, clinging onto his body to make sure he doesn’t go anywhere.

When his hands tug your hips closer to him, you fall in his touch more, both lips becoming bruised from how rough you’re treating one another. That signature taste of him: the cologne that he refuses to switch, the mint gum he always chews after eating something, something that is just so— him— has you hooked once more.

You had forgotten how much you craved his touch all for yourself.

Both of you naturally correct yourselves, Hyuck shifting up to sit correctly with your thighs trapping Hyuck’s between them. You had missed the way Donghyuck always seemed to suck you back into his mouth, biting your bottom lip to have you coming back for more.

His hair is ruffled and shirt wrinkled deep from your grip. Your small moan of pleasure when Hyuck drags his lips down your throat separates apart the haze that surrounds you two. As it clears your thinking, you watch the situation register in his head. The need to have your chest against his again make his fingers twitch as they rest on the bare skin of your waist.

His eyes get wide and plead with you, his body quickly peeling off yours. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m so sorry—”

“Stop. Just stop.” You mutter, effectively shutting him up with a kiss.

Donghyuck groans roughly after a few seconds of bliss, sounding like it pains him when he disconnects your lips by turning his head. His cold hands instinctively hold your face to have you listen to him.

“No, really, Y/N. You’re going to regret this if we keep going.” He breathes out, eyes hooded as they focus on your bitten lips.

Shifting in his lap, a spike of arousal runs through your veins has your mind made up. Grinding more sensually on his semi hard-on, you pull his hands away from your face.

“No, I won’t. I want this,” You whisper, your palms resting on the back of the couch as you continue swiveling your hips. “Do you want this?”

Hyuck’s hands grab at your hips, head and body conflicted as his hips buck up into you. He groans, head thrown back with his eyes closed. “Fuck, yes I do. I want this so badly but not this way.”

You unsuction your lips from his neck, pretty spots of blue and red already blooming on his melanin skin. “How do you want me then?”

Hyuck opens his eyes as you travel off him, knees hitting the soft carpet floor. “This way?” You ask, nails digging into his grey joggers as you press your fingernails into the meat of his thighs.

“Fuck, maybe.” Hyuck laughs breathlessly and you smile at the sound.

You didn’t want to think so much about this. The consequences of doing this. In fact, you didn’t want to think at all.

So what if this ruins everything you two were working towards? So what if you regret this in the morning? You just wanted to stop thinking. Acting rationally with your brain’s reasoning instead of your heart all the time still left you heartbroken and aching after. At least this small pocket of happiness of feeling loved and appreciated for one night will give you some feeling of satisfaction before that sinking feeling comes back.

You were going to feel shit by the end of the night anyway; why not get some good before all the bad?

You yourself don’t realize your change in expression, pushing yourself to go through with this until Donghyuck gently unlatches your hands from his waistband. His cold hands are strangely inviting as they engulf yours, shaking softly for you to look up at him. Wide concerned eyes swallow you whole and you can feel your throat tightening up with emotion.

No.

“Y/N—” Hyuck begins, trying to pull you up from the floor but you fight it, placing your hands on your knees. Your eyes are tearing up and Hyuck’s heart cracks at the sight of it. “Stop it babe, stop. Come on, get up for me.”

You can feel the salty water trail down your cheeks and your body stops fighting him, Hyuck enveloping you into a hug as you collapse into his lap. Hiccups keep escaping your mouth as you try to fight back the sounds but he coaxes you to let it out.

“Cry, baby. It’s okay, just cry.”

“No. No, I hate crying. I want to stop crying all the time. I’m sick of crying.” You sob into his shoulder, trying to pull yourself from his chest but Hyuck’s hands are wrapped around your waist, locking you in.

“Don’t fight it anymore. It’s okay.” His gentle voice whispers as you bawl. Eventually, you stop fighting to hold it back and one of Hyuck’s hands cradles your head, the other rubbing your back. That’s how you spend the next 10 minutes before Hyuck speaks.

“I’m sorry. For making you cry.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you don’t say anything. You knew you needed to hear what he had to say. Donghyuck needed to get things off his chest.

“I’m sorry for what happened between us. And I’m sorry for lying to you when we first got together too. There isn’t a single day I don’t regret not having the courage to just tell you the truth during and after we broke up. I know I’m a big fuck-up for that. You don’t need to tell me so because I already remind myself of that a lot.” Hyuck depressingly chuckles into your hair, his hands tightening around your body as his voice cracks with emotion. It’s almost like he’s afraid you’re going to leave him.

He shakingly takes in a breath and continues. “I’ve been a big coward about facing you. I still have our pictures and texts on my phone because I can’t bring myself to delete them. I look at them so often and it beats me up to think I took that precious smile off your face. When I saw you this summer, looking so happy and content, I knew that you were better off without me back in your life. Every time we were in each other’s presence at the beach house, I saw your face fall whenever I was near. And it hurt but I know it’s my fault we’re this way.”

Your nails dig into your palms, stopping yourself from spilling more tears. “I won’t ever understand or know how betrayed you felt after hearing the truth. I also know I can’t heal the wound that’s left over from that. But do know that I fell for you. I really did and I don’t regret asking you out, I never have. Whatever you heard that night, I’m just sorry. I’m so sorry.” Hyuck confesses, shaking as he says all of this. You can feel his tears wet your hair. You’re frozen from the trembling genuity dripping in his voice. He’s incredibly fragile and exposed in your embrace, even though he was the one comforting you minutes ago.

Truth is… you don’t know how to react.

One side of you, the side that’s won every time and has gotten you through the breakup with Donghyuck feels like he’s just lying to you again. That this is how he’s gotten into your heart, through his deceits and lies.

But the side that’s telling you to believe him, to trust your gut and see the honest apology; maybe even consider accepting it, can see right through Lee Donghyuck. Can look through all the childhood memories you two share, all the times he’s gone out of his way for you, all the little things you’ve learned about one another.

All because he cares for you.

You manage to pull his name out of your glued lips. “Hyuck—”

“No,” He rushes out, arms flexing to keep you in his hold again, “I-I’m not done. Please… just let me finish, please.”

You nod wordlessly but Hyuck can feel the movement. “Nothing I can do can fix the hurt I caused you but I want things to get better between us, like you said earlier today. You don’t have to accept my shit excuse of an apology now, or later, or ever… but I just wanted to say…” The air inside your lungs freezes at his next words.

“I still love you. A-And you probably hate me for saying that right now but… I needed to say it. For my sanity’s sake, I’m just selfish like that.” He allows you to pull back and look into his eyes, to check his legit honesty as he uttered those four words. All you see is the familiar way he’s always looked at you.

With love in those doe eyes of his.

Hyuck stumbles to explain more, “Y-You don’t have to say anything. I’d actually rather you not.” He rambles, avoiding your eyes now, “I’ll eventually fall out of it soon. At least… that’s what I’ve been telling myself since last spring.”

You sniffle and bite your lip, making Donghyuck whip his head back up to you.

“W-Wait! I didn’t mean to make you cry again, please don’t cry baby.” Hyuck rushes out, quickly pulling you back into his chest and cradling you again.

You laugh, the sound warbled as the duct of tears become loose once more.

“No, it’s not a bad cry. I don’t think so anyway,” You reassure, brushing your hands through his hair in return. “I just didn’t expect this. I thought we were about to fuck and just leave it at that.”

Hyuck chuckles, the soft sound making your heart and body feel 10 times lighter. “No, no. I wouldn’t have allowed us to get that far. I know you would’ve regretted it in the morning.”

You still have your hands threading in his hair, gently loosening Hyuck’s grip on you. As you gaze into his eyes, shiny from some earlier shed tears but reflecting that comforting and familiar affection at you, you feel the overwhelming need to reassure him once more.

“You have been selfish,” The stars in Hyuck’s eyes dim, “...but I do know that… I’ve been selfish too.”

Donghyuck opens his mouth to refute back but you stop him. “No, really. Just… just hear me out. I’ve been acting like a child, not willing to hear your side. I mean, I couldn’t get those words outside of my head, the second that I overheard it. As embarrassing as it is to say it, I felt like my whole world was crashing down that week. I didn’t realize how much you had woven yourself into my life and heart until you were ripped out of it. All in all, even if you were keeping things from me when we were dating, we’ve both been acting like idiots ever since. Avoiding each other at all costs when we literally live next door to one another.”

“Me more so.” Hyuck insists, eyes wide. You giggle.

“Yeah, I won’t lie, you’re higher in that department. And… I’m not ready to completely forgive you yet but…” Hyuck nods quickly, eyes slowly lighting up in anticipation, “I’ll willing to try.”

“Yeah?” Hyuck asks to confirm, voice tilting. Your heart flutters at the innocent sound.

“Yes... but! It’s going to take some time. You feel me?” You ask, placing your hands on his shoulders. Hyuck rushes to nod.

“Absolutely. And I’m sorry again for—”

“You know, I’m kind of sick of hearing those words come out of your mouth for now…” You mutter against his upcurved lips, a smile making its way onto your own.

Seeing how unconfident Hyuck is to take action now, you hold the reins this time, softly connecting your mouths again. This kiss is much less desperate; like you two had all the time in the world, all the planets aligned for this moment.

And just like that, something clicks into place.

The piece missing in your taped-together heart has returned from the lost-and-found.

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the-enamorando-deity · 3 years

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*Can I request Sara Lance x Reader with your prompts **

Word - 22

Location- 4

Situation-1

Sentences- 13,20, and 25

Thanks! 🙂❤💜

hi hi hi hi oh my GOD THIS GAVE ME SO MANY IDEAS AAAAAH

Prompts: Crown, Ship, Stuck in the Past, “Is that a threat or a pick-up line?”, “Either we go or I do, but I’d prefer if you didn’t make me do this alone.”, “You’re so pretty. What the fuck.”

Sara Lance x Reader, (18+) because i’m a goddamn heathen and oof-

Captain Lance

Sure, the Legends had their shares of mishaps and incidents, but this was by far one of the worst mistakes that had happened since you joined the crew. Everything started so well, you and Sara were having fun in the halls of the WaveRider, surrounded by your favourite people in the world.

Her laugh bounced off the walls and made you smile, shoving by each other to get to the finish line before each other. You caught a glimpse of her looking at you, eyes bright in a way they only seemed to do again after over ten years of trouble. Your heart warmed at the thought of her, exposing the darkest and loneliest parts of herself, only to have them met with eager warmth and acceptance.

You hadn’t been through the things she had, but knew similar ways to relate, and it only made you crave her more. She thought herself nothing more than a bit of fun, a weapon more often than not. You saw everything else, and let her know it every day. She grabbed your hand right before the finish line, distracting you just enough that you didn’t realise she was pushing you behind her.

With a victorious cry, the crew surrounded their winner, and Nate pulled Sara up onto his shoulder. ‘Captain Lance wins again!’

‘I’m on top of the world!’ she jeered, grinning down at you.

‘Not for long, Captain,’ you replied, a hint of something in your voice.

Nate lowered her back to the ground, the crew moving onto the next challenge you and Sara had arranged for fun. ‘Is that a threat or a pick-up line?’

‘You’re just going to have to find out.’

Charlie made a face and looked like she was about to be sick, quickly pushing to the front of the group to escape the grossness of you two.

Things turned bad fast. Only seconds into the next challenge, Gideon’s warbled warnings alerted you all to something sinister as the ship started to lurch and spin, all of you making a break for the control room, reaching it far too late. Sara was there first, finding out the trouble and running for the loading bay before any of you could process what was going on.

You cried out after her and raced down the steps, only to see the door blow open and suck her out, her head crashing into the doorframe before she vanished. ‘Sara!’

Your foot tapped on the metal floors as Gideon searched and scanned, but with the damage the ship sustained, she couldn’t locate the captain. Ray sat beside you and tried to offer words of comfort, which were only met with silence. His hand on your shoulder was kind, but you couldn’t think clear enough.

The ship had crash-landed in the middle of the ocean, on an island Zari only barely managed to aim you for. With Gideon out of commission and no clues as to your time period, you all felt an overwhelming sense of hope lost, not only for yourselves, but for Sara. If the WaveRider barely made it to an island, had Sara hit the water? Was she even in the same year as the rest of you?

Heavy hearted, you dragged Mick from his room with the premise of “it might be Aruba”, making him help you search the notably small island, both of you knowing it wasn’t Aruba. It didn’t take long, both of you calling out for Sara, able to search the island in under half an hour. Without much shade, there wasn’t many places she could hide, or be hidden from sight.

It wasn’t until Nate saw a ship in the distance, remarking on the distinct shape and colouring, that he knew when and where you all were. The ship had seen your smoky signal and made way towards you.

‘Zari, get the WaveRider disguised, now!’ you ordered, after following Nate’s train of realisation. ‘Nate, please tell me the fabricator is still working?’

He nodded, and you all made a desperate run for the machine. The ship was still a few minutes from being able to see everything properly, even with a telescope- or so you hoped. Zari gave the thumbs up that the ship was disguised, pulling you aside.

‘Pirates? You’re kidding right?’

You sighed and handed her an outfit. ‘Get dressed.’

‘We can’t just leave the WaveRider here unattended, if someone finds it, we’re screwed, and stuck here forever,’ she explained, pushing the outfit back into your arms. ‘It’s fine, that stuff smells like butt anyway.’

Not wanting to leave her alone, you turned to a very unenthusiastic Mick. ‘Stay.’

He growled, more at the fact that you ordered him, less so at the order. ‘Fine, I don’t wanna play pirates anyway. I have all the booze I need right here.’

With that, you grabbed Nate, Ray and Charlie and headed for the doors, ready to greet whoever it was that may or may not be about to try and kill you. Three steps in, you saw Ray stumble before you and quickly turned to head back to Zari.

‘Get him to the medbay.’

Charlie poked at Ray’s ankle as he lay in the chair, eliciting a shriek from him. ‘Broken. He can’t come with us, we’ll be sitting ducks.’

With a look from the crew, you knew Sara’s position was to be yours for the time being. 'I guess Zari’s coming along after all. Ray, you get Mick to help you fix the ship. We’ll be on comms, and Zari can guide you. Okay?’

He winced and nodded, looking sadly at Nate. ‘Sorry we can’t be pirate bros, buddy.’

‘Next time.’

With the new plan, Zari- somehow less enthusiastic than usual- followed the three of you to the beach, and you all left the WaveRider behind, watching the rowboats launch from the pirate ship.

‘Here we go.’

You dropped to the sand and started holding onto your ankle, a weak cry silenced by a pained huff telling the crew you were playing hurt.

‘Y/N, what are you doing?’

‘If they think we’re hurt, we’re less of a threat,’ you explained, ‘we can get on their ship, get to port, find Sara, then get Ray and Mick to come get us when the WaveRider’s fixed.’

From the moment the pirates arrived on the shore, they were silent, taking inventory of you all before lowering their guards. One finally spoke to ask what was the problem, and with that, the four of you realised the entire crew was made up of women.

It was Charlie who spoke first of the Legends, helping you stand. ‘Our captain is wounded and our ship damaged, may we seek refuge with you to get us back to port so we can commandeer items for repair?’

‘No need, our ship has all you need,’ she spoke again, ‘come aboard, let your captain rest her wounds, have a meal, and we can assist you with repairs.’

Cautious, you all glanced between each other before moving towards the row boats. ‘Thank you,’ you replied graciously, bowing your head, ‘your captain must be very good to you.’

The silence of the women returned, Charlie and Zari helping you to one boat to keep up the ruse, Nate grabbing your bags and joining Charlie in the other boat. It was tense, terrifying, and altogether a bad idea. You could barely resist muttering to yourself at the eagerness for you all to get captured, the willingness to trust strangers. And yet, it felt right.

You knew why the moment you were helped off the row boat, looking up, only to lock eyes with their pirate captain. Adorned with a gorgeous crown of silver and jewels, the love of your life stood before your eyes, unharmed.

‘Sara,’ you breathed, quickly wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close.

She hugged you so tight you forgot your cover, kissing her long and soft. The crew had fallen silent, the only noise coming from Charlie and Zari as they tried to resist vomiting.

‘Our Queen has found her lover! Rejoice for our quest is long over!’ cheered the first mate, an uproarious cry of delight from the entire female crew deafening you as Sara held your face tenderly.

The dark makeup around her eyes made the bright blue shine brighter, her lips stained a dark red, the soft freckles you would often count by kissing them now darker than you’d imagined they could be.

‘You’re so pretty,’ you laughed, still not believing she was alright, ‘what the fuck? How are you so-’

Sara silenced you by placing a gentle finger to your lips, turning to face her crew. They bowed down before her, the cheeky smile she gave you followed by a wink. The gentle hum of her voice rippled through your body as you held her hand, thinking only now, that she had obviously been searching for you for a long time.

‘Our mission is complete, ladies, you may all return to your ports if you wish, or stay aboard under the rule of Jessalyn,’ she announced, voice cracking slightly, her tone withered and shaky. ‘Thank you all for your service, you have sent me home.’

She turned to Nate, Zari and Charlie, dragging them and you in for a group hug.

‘Captain? Before you go,’ the first mate, Jessalyn you assumed, spoke, ‘perhaps a feast? We will miss you greatly, and this may ease our worries of your safety.’

Nodding eagerly, Nate grinned at Sara like a kid in a library- or at least, Nate as a kid in a library. She agreed, quickly dragging you off and leaving the others to engage with her other crew.

Before you even reached her quarters, Sara grabbed you and pulled you flush against her, hands roaming your body as she kissed you hard, pressing you against the wall, dragging her fingers through your hair.

‘Jesus, Sara, how long were you here?’ you mumbled between kisses, your arms around her neck as you pulled her close.

‘Four months,’ she mumbled, moving to kiss down the side of your neck.

‘Should we really have left the others out there? What if-’

She put a finger to your lips and placed a soft kiss on your nose. Sara reached behind you, never dropping eye contact, and opened the door. ‘Either we go or I do, but I’d prefer if you didn’t make me do this alone.’

‘Yes, ma’am,’ you replied, greedily moving to kiss her again.

Her lips tasted of wine and sea salt, mixed with berries you were sure didn’t still exist. You had barely lost her for two hours, and you could barely get your hands off her. The door shut behind you, Sara dragging you towards her bed, laying down and pulling you over her.

You kissed down her bare chest, gently pulling her shirt down and sucking a small trail down the centre. Squeezing her breast, your lips moved back to her neck, your free hand skating up her outer thigh, fingers dancing over her skin and thumb rubbing circles as you moved inward. Her breath hitched at your touch, grabbing your wrist with her hand and guiding it higher, closer to where she wanted you.

Moaning softly into her neck as you kissed her, Sara wasn’t happy with your messing around. She reached up to take the crown off, looking down to meet your eyes.

‘Leave it on,’ you grinned, pulling yourself down lower on the bed, bowing down to kiss the insides of her thighs.

You teased her softly with your tongue, moving closer and feeling her try to press her thighs together. A gentle whimper left her throat as you tugged her underwear down over her legs, discarding them across the room. Her skirt hitched up as you kissed and sucked at her stomach, Sara’s hands tangled in your hair and pulled your head closer, lower.

Giving in, you softly kissed up her folds, tongue darting in as you moved up and down. Her hips hitched as you licked a stripe up and down her soaking pussy, hands tugging you closer as she demanded more.

‘Stop being so gentle, goddamnit,’ she huffed, a smile breaking out across her face as you began sucking at her clit. Breath caught in her throat, she was more than satisfied now.

‘Is that better, princess?’ you murmured, the soft rumbles of your voice making Sara grip your hair a little tighter.

She managed to nod, a pleased sigh when your soft fingers started circling her clit, your mouth moving elsewhere as she started getting close already. Distracting Sara by kissing her lips, your other hand moved back up to her breast, and one of hers moved down between her legs.

‘Good girl,’ you grinned, hearing her fingers slip inside herself, her body gently rocking beneath yours. It was often a joint effort, making her happy, and it seemed that even in the bedroom she still liked a little control.

Her moans filled the room, sucking at her neck as she struggled to keep a hold. ‘Baby, you do it so much better. I wanna feel you inside me, please.’

More than happy to oblige, you kissed back down her body, your tongue darting over and circling her clit as your fingers took over where hers had been, stroking the inside of her walls as you felt her clench around you. Her hips lifted off the bed as your fingers and mouth worked their magic, a quick pace letting her finish, but you didn’t stop. Slowing only a little, you helped her work herself down, sucking across her collarbones.

‘That’s gonna leave a mark,’ she grinned, wrapping her arms around you and kissing you like it was the first time. ‘I missed you.’

‘I missed you too.’

Turning on her side as you lay by her, she ran a finger down your arm. ‘By the way,’ Sara teased between kisses, ‘if you broke my ship, I’ll kick your ass.’

‘I know.’

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hayjeon · 4 years

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You Set My Heart on Fire 01 [M] ft. Namjoon

→ fireman!namjoon and paramedic!y/n au (warning: drunken sex, oral, etc.) → 10k words, part 1 | part 2 | fin. → As a surgeon forced to volunteer as a paramedic in the Seoul Fire Department during an unfortunate probation incident, your one and only goal was to get to work, do your thing, and get the hell home and back to your original high-salary job. But when the SFD’s Chief is the incredibly attractive, cocky, and persistent Kim Namjoon, things start to get heated.

Hi! this is a reupload, and i figured i’d vamp up the title and the header in the meantime! Thank you to the user who managed to save this just in time, after I accidentally deleted it T___T I am forever indebted to you, and I lost your username, so if you see this pls dm me i’d love to write something for as a token of my appreciation!

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair as the lawyer continues to lay out the demands.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you huff, glaring at the idiot gangster who’s at the other side of the room. He cringes a bit at your glare, nursing an ice pack against his bruised cheek.

“I swear, he slapped my ass! I was just retaliating!” You cry, frustrated. Your surgery chief huffs angrily at your behavior and you settle back, clenching your fists on top of the table.

The lawyer snarks back, “You also managed to cause damage to the victim’s body in the process. He’s demanding full reparations. Let’s see,” she muses, flipping through the documents spread out on the table between the both of you. “A broken nose, bruised cheekbone, fractured wrist from when he fell, and muscle strains on his lower back, and psychological damage from framing him for sexual harassment and from the physical assault. In total, it would amount the hospital to about $50,000 to cover the hospital costs and the time he would need to talk off from his job, and the continued physical and mental therapy sessions to follow for around 6 months.” She closes the file with a grin. “So, Dr. Y/N, what’s it gonna be?”

“Chief, I can’t believe we’re just losing to him!” You cry, following after Dr. Kim, who’s seething as he storms down the hall outside of the conference room.

He screeches to a halt, turning around with a glare. “Well, what do you wanna do?!” He throws his hands up in defeat, “You want to cause a whole legal issue? You know that there’s really nothing else we can do in this situation! It’s your word against his, and the video cameras only show proof of him passing by you, and then you throwing a big ass punch in his fucking face!” He cries, taking off his glasses and rubbing his temples.

“Look, Dr. Y/N, you did the right thing. The fucker deserved the punch, and you threw a good one. But,” he continues, placing his glasses back on his nose and patting your shoulder, “giving him the money is the best thing we could do for both the hospital and for you. So, just, take this next month off, get the community service done and then come right back. Alright? I’ll even let you head all the interesting cases that come into the operating room.”

He sighs, and walks off, leaving you behind. You roll your eyes and run a hand through your hair, fist clenching on the brochure of community service options for doctors.

The fucker had brought his girlfriend in during your shift at the emergency room, and while she was getting stitches for a cut that she got from a building collapse, in the craze of the emergency room, he was going around touching asses. You’d heard the nurses complaining about it, about how it was just a swipe of the hand that seemed like an accident, but multiple had the same experience from the same seedy-looking jerk.

When it was your turn to go up to the patient and explain that her stitches were done and she was alright to go home, he’d come up next to you and his knuckles grazed the skin of your ass. Sick of everything, you’d pushed him back and socked him straight in the face.

Later, from the cameras though, there was no visible evidence of him touching anyone, and it was your word against the clear security camera shot of you socking him right in his big ass nose. So you open the brochure and plop down at your desk to see what options there were. There were the general ones, where you could serve and clean up at a park or volunteer at a soup kitchen, and then there was a separate page for doctors who probably just wanted to maintain their skills in the field they volunteered in. You pick up the phone.

“What?” Yugyeom asks, “Chief seriously ended up giving you a probation period for community service?” He sighs over the phone, and you roll your eyes too.

“Yeah,” you huff, “which one should I do? I should sign up today, since it might take a bit to get approved and might as well start early so I can go back to work as soon as I get all my hours finished.”

He muses, probably scanning the picture you sent him. “Hm...well look, you can go travel to Africa or Cambodia or something. It’ll be like that one drama with Song Joong Ki in it. Maybe you’ll meet a hot military general. What do you think?”

“Too far,” you complain, taking a red pen and drawing a line through it. “Also, they don’t cover air fare or housing. Maybe something more local.”

“Okay, well then what about teaching kids in elementary and high school about general first aid and health? You can maybe meet a single teacher who’s good with kids. That’s kind of hot.”

“I fucking hate kids, Yug, you know that,” you sneer, rolling your eyes and crossing out that option. “Also, why are you trying to get me laid, you should be worried about your own empty gay love life.”

He huffs, “Well, bitch, if you’re gonna be so picky why’d you call. Just take the second to last one, the medic for the fire department! It’ll be fun, I know a friend who works in the one that’s close by to the hospital, so you can just commute from there and if you guys ever end up coming to the emergency room, you’ll see all of us there too.”

You hum, scanning through the brief description: Medic for the Seoul Fire Department. In-department housing and meals provided during both on-call and working hours. Needs basic EMT and paramedic skills. Must be able to handle emergency situations calmly and communicate with safety officers.

You purse your lips, scoffing a little bit at the emergency part. “Well, if there’s something I can handle, it’s emergency.”

He laughs, “What a downgrade...from a cardio surgeon to a paramedic. Jeez, you better get out of this one quick. Just make sure not to punch anyone during duty, and you’ll be fine.”

“Shut up bitch. Let’s go clubbing tonight. I need to let some of this stress out before I get trapped in there.”

The night was lively and the drinks kept flowing. Jennie and Jackson from Health and Nutrition, Sana from pediatrics, Yugyeom and Seulgi from Cardio, and even the oh-so-popular Jaebom and Jinyoung from general surgery came out.

You were dressed in the hottest dress you could find in Seulgi’s closet, and according to Yugyeom’s apparently “gay and therefore superior opinion,” your outfit and hair and makeup were basically a “straight guy’s ticket to bonertown.”

“Legit, how could you be so gay but also talk like such a frat boy at the same time?” You sneer, taking another shot of vodka.

He sucks on his lemon, and then flashes a smile. “It’s the best combination. I pull.”

He cocks his chin to a direction behind you. “Also seems like I was right, because you’ve been pulling too. That guys been staring ever since we got to the bar.”

You turn, blurry vision settling on a handsome, leather jacket clad guy that’s sitting with two other guys at the table. He’s looking now, eyebrow cocked and lip between his teeth. He’s not usually your type, but you feel it. This, was the guy you were gonna fuck tonight.

You get up, patting Yugyeom on the arm. “Thanks, I’ll take myself home tonight.” He whistles behind you as you try your best to make your way to the guy, but suddenly your drunk ass hobbles on your Forever 21 heels, and you topple to the side. All of a sudden, there’s a strong hand gripping your upper arm and pulling you up, and an arm wrapping around your waist to offer support.

“Oh shit, miss, you alright?” A low voice sounds right next to your ear. You look up, expecting to see the leather jacket guy, but this...this was much better. This guy was dressed in only a black t-shirt tucked into blue jeans. But his simple ensemble didn’t matter. He was tall, way taller than you in your tallest heels, and he smelled so damn good. His hair was slicked up and his skin absolutely golden. He wasn’t biting his lip or doing anything to try and hook up with you, but in seconds, you were sopping wet.

No, this was the guy you were gonna fuck tonight.

“I will be,” you answer him, straightening up and pressing yourself up against him. “when you buy me a drink.”

He seems to understand what you’re getting at. He chuckles a bit, eyebrow quirking and you think it’s the hottest shit you’ve ever seen since waterproof scrubs. He helps you straighten up. “I think you’ve had enough drinks already. Can I get you some water?”

“Yes,” you breathe, but not letting go. “But only if you stay with me until I’m finished.”

He smiles, and keeps his hand on your waist as he guides you the bar and orders a cup of water. You sit on the single empty bar stool, and he stands, and you revel in the fact that even on this tall bar stool, he still stands taller than you.

You sip the water, and he leans an elbow on the bar, inches from you.

“So, what brings you stumbling into this bar?”

“I’m here with some coworkers,” you say, and he leans in closer to hear you over the loud music.

“Won’t they be looking for you?”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” You pout, and he laughs, shaking his head.

“Hell no, I’m just worried.”

“Wow, and they say chivalry is dead.” You fire back, and he laughs again.

“You gonna keep laughing at my jokes or are you gonna ask me to come home with you?” You raise your brows as you sip your water, looking at him over the rim. His expression darkens, but the corner of his mouth sexily turns up.

“I might laugh a little more just to tease, I suppose. Helps build up for later.” He leans up, hand on the bar, but steps a bit closer to you this time. If you leaned up a bit, you’d kiss. He chuckles again, and you can feel his breath on your lips.

You roll your eyes, “Shut up and kiss me already.”

He smiles and leans down, other hand cradling your waist as you reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling harshly when he slides his tongue into your mouth as soon as you open up for him.

He’s a good kisser. He knows how to move his lips, knows when to pull back to leave you wanting for more, and does that thing where he stops kissing to just peck wetly at your lips before sinking in for more. Hook, line, and sinker. You’re done. “Let’s get out of here, please,” you whimper against his lips, and he smiles, straightening up.

“As you wish. Oh, also what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you shout over the music. “What about you?”

“You can call me Joon.” He smirks.

The ride to his apartment is blurry, because all you remember is a lot of giggling and trying not to moan at how his hand is so big around your thigh that you have you physically restrain yourself from jumping him on the highway right there. The tires screech as he parks and you both laugh as you stumble into the elevator, giving the security guards watching the cameras a show when you straight up make out with him in the corner of the elevator, his hand up your dress and your hand up his shirt.

He pushes you against his closed door, dropping his keys and jacket on the ground as he undoes the zipper on your dress. You tug at his shirt, “Off,” you whine, and he smiles, stepping back to whip his shirt off with one hand behind his neck.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” you whimper, and he kisses you breathless. “You’ve been saying that all night. Creative, much?”

“Fuck off, I don’t do hook ups much and I’m just telling the truth,” you say, as he gathers you in his arms and literally picks you up and heads to his bedroom. His hands squeeze your ass as he makes his way over, and you catch a glimpse of a neat, tidy living room. His bedroom is clean too, especially for a bachelor. Navy blue sheets, sleek, black furniture, expensive looking place. He was literally so fucking hot.

He drops you on the bed and immediately drapes over you, his jeans rubbing against your soaked panties. He slides his splayed palms up from your waist up to your breasts, mouth following the motion as he laves his tongue over your nipple, palm gently cupping the weight of your breasts in the grip between his thumb and the rest of his fingers. You preen at the sensation, back arching off the bed. “Pants off,” you pant, squirming underneath the warmth of his hands and mouth.

“So bossy,” he comments, smirking as he leans up on his knees to undo his belt. “I dig that.”

You lay back, taking the time to wiggle out of your soaked panties. You thank the gods you chose to wear your new set of lace undies because the rest of your drawer was basically an ocean of white granny panties. He finally drapes back over you, hand gripping your thigh to open you up as he mouths at your neck.

You retaliate by reaching down and gripping his cock, hand squeezing at his base. You can’t really see it because your face is nestled in his shoulder, but you can feel how hard and big he is. He groans at the sensation, nipping at the sensitive skin behind your ear, sending tingles down your spine and your core clenching around nothing.

He props himself up as he looks down at you and slides a finger between your folds. Your yelp dissolves into a drawn out moan. “Oh my god,” you pant, as he slides the flat of two fingers over your bundle of nerves, “please don’t stop that.” You also work your fist over his cock, mouth blubbering nonsense into his neck. He moves the fingers down into your pussy, sliding in with practically no resistance and slowly drawing them in and out your wetness. You don’t really have much time to be embarrassed by the wetness you can hear, because Joon closes his eyes and bites at the soft skin at the top of your breast.

“Shit,” he grits, and he looks down to see the way your wetness glistens on his fingers, “I don’t think I can wait. Are you good?”

You nod eagerly, and you let go of him as he gives you a hard kiss on the mouth and slides a condom on while still fingering you. Its probably not porn-worthy whatever sounds you’re making, but it seems to do the trick because he kisses you even harder and then flips the both of you over so that you’re sitting in his lap. He cradles your waist and descends on your breasts again, tongue circling your sensitive nubs as you sink down on him inch by inch.

When you bottom out, you clench around him. He’s so long and thick, and it’s been a while since your last hook up. It borders on soreness, but the sensation of him moaning with your nipple in between his lips is enough of a distraction for you to work up the nerve to start moving.

It’s embarrassing how turned on right now you are, but Joon seems to be at the same level of deliriousness because he doesn’t stop touching you. From gripping your thighs, to groping your ass, sliding his hands from your waist up to your ribs, tangling in your hair, gently curling around your neck and tightening slightly, he’s literally everywhere.

“Fuck,” you cry out when one of his hands are around your neck, squeezing lightly. You slow down, grinding instead of bouncing, and the new rhythm puts your clit in that perfect position to get stimulated by his pelvis, and his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you that you find yourself hurtling over the edge much faster than you’d imagined.

He mouths at your cheek and ear, hand still around your neck when you cum, and suddenly he grips your thigh and presses you down against his pillows as he kneels in front of you and begins fucking you hard. The bed knocks against the wall, but you can’t care because the new position has your orgasm prolonged to a point that you’ve never felt before and your mouth just stays open in a mouthless cry against his chest as he tenses and finishes into the condom, mouth panting hoarse compliments into your ear. “Holy shit, your pussy feels so good. So tight, fuck.”

He pulls out and rolls over so he’s not crushing you, and you let out a final breath. “Wow,” you say, chest heaving as he ties the condom and throws it away. He props his head up on an elbow, grinning at you. “That good?” He says cockily, and you turn to lightly punch his chest.

“Don’t get too cocky. It was just one orgasm.”

“But also seems like the best you’ve ever had.” He adds. You roll your eyes and retort, “Well, that’s what you think--,” but your laugh dissolves into a moan again when he reaches over and pulls you underneath him to press a long, wet kiss to your mouth.

“Shut up,” he whispers between kisses, "and kiss me back already.” You smile as he kisses you, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape, and scratching lightly at his shoulder blades. He growls, and moves to your neck. You sigh as he draws more open-mouthed kisses down your neck and torso, and again when a big hand splays over your thigh to hook it over his shoulder. He presses a peck against your folds and looks up at you, and you mewl as he draws the flat of his tongue thickly through your pussy all the way up. You’re a goner.

“I’m gonna make sure you never forget my name.”

The walk of shame isn’t so bad when you basically have no time to waste as you gather your things and glance once back at Joon who’s still sleeping before running down to his lobby. You don’t really care for the disapproving looks you get, as you rush to get into your uber, and immediately thank god that this particular driver offers you a tiny complimentary water bottle. You chug it down, and try not to throw up.

You literally hurtle out of the car when he gets to your place, making a mental note to tip him heftily, seeing the way he booked it when you asked him to hurry a little. You step into a hot shower and don’t even have time to pick up the dirty clothes off the floor as you quickly dress in a white shirt and navy skirt and run out of your apartment to the bus stop.

Thankfully, you make it on time to your interview, and even though the captain gives a small disapproving look to your wet hair tips, he gives you a huge, bright smile when you tell him you’re a cardio surgeon “taking a break.” When you told him that you used to work as a paramedic before medical school a few years ago, he basically hired you on the spot, babbling on about how much he loves people with more experience.

“So, miss Y/N, what are your interests, your hobbies?” Hoseok trails like a little puppy after you as you walk down the hall from the Fire Captain’s office to your team’s multipurpose room. You frown at him. “Eh,” you brush him off, “not much.”

He smiles, pushing his hair back from his face and trying to stand up tall, “Well, doctor, I love lifting weights and saving damsels in distress. What are you doing later, say, around 5?” You turn on your heel, and he bumps into you, scuttling backwards at the glare you have on your face.

“Look, honey,” you sneer, stepping towards him with a scowl, “You’re cute, but I’m hungover.” you say, scanning him up and down, “And I’m only here for a month and I swear if I have to spend the entire 30 days having you chase me down like a little pet, then I’m probably going to just jump off a building. Okay? So do me a favor, and stop asking me out.”

He gawks at you, and then recovers. “Wait...you’re only here for a month?”

Rolling your eyes, you resume walking towards the wait room. He wasn’t going to stop. “Yes, I’m here just to serve a short community service sentence.”

He hums, following your footsteps again, grinning. “Okay, fine. I won’t try to ask you out. I’ll just keep replaying the part where you said I’m cute over and over again in my head.” He winks at you lightheartedly.

“Here, let me introduce you to the guys.” He walks a bit faster than you as you approach the room, and creaks the door open and lets you in.

As soon as the door swings open, your eyes grow wide as you take in the sight in front of you. In the room, theres a half naked guy digging through the refrigerator, his firefighter’s outfit hanging around his hips. A pair of muscular large ones are wrestling in the corner, also only decked in sweatpants low on their hips. One lounges on the couch in a pair of glasses and a plain white t-shirt and navy uniform pants and boots, while a similarly dressed shorter one is asleep. A tall one is in the corner playing with a tiny puppy. All six of them swivel their heads towards you when you enter.

You wave awkwardly and take a step back to leave when Hoseok bounds in after you and throws an arm around your shoulder, announcing proudly, “Hey guys, this is the new medic hire! Dr. L/N!”

The one closest to you gives you a smile, taking off his glasses and setting his book aside to reach out a hand. “Hey, I’m Seokjin, captain. Nice to meet you doctor!” He smiles and you make a note of how hot he looks in glasses and how broad his shoulders were.

“You can just call me by my first name, y/n,” you shake his hand, “Likewise.”

Another one that was digging through the fridge approaches you with a piece of gummy candy hanging from his lips. His face is sharp, but he breaks out in a huge smile that lights up his face. “Taehyung! Hi y/n, welcome to Unit 55!”

You shake his hand too, “Thanks. Do you have any firewomen?” You glance around as the pair who were wrestling stop their antics and approach you shyly. The taller one shrugs, his muscles rippling as he does and you make a huge effort not to stare. “No, honestly it’s really hard to find a firewoman these days and they probably don’t like spending time with all guys like us either.”

Taehyung leans over. “That’s Jungkook by the way.”

His partner punches Jungkook’s bicep and turns to you with a show-stopping smile. Oh. The girls would swoon for both of them, you note. They’ll have no problem finding firewomen who want to spend all day with them. “I’m Jimin. And even though this idiot makes us sound like a bunch of goons, it’s just rough being around 7 guys all the time for girls probably. But we’ll do our best to help you get comfortable around here. We’re really fun, I promise!”

You frown, glancing around the room and counting the people you’d met already. Hoseok, Seokjin, Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin. Which left just the one still asleep somehow through all the commotion on the couch. Seeing your eyes trail over him, Seokjin looks at you over the rims of his glasses, pointing at the sleeping figure with his chin. “Oh, yeah. That’s Yoongi. Good thing he’s not awake cause he’s really grouchy, but he’s also a really good driver so we keep him. You should meet him later when he’s done with his nap.”

You laugh a little, and nod. “And the 7th?”

Jungkook throws on a shirt as he talks. “Namjoon, our unit Battalion Chief. He’s not here right now, but you’ll be able to meet him later. He basically runs this whole thing.”

“Oh I see,” you muse, and give a tight-lipped smile. “Well, maybe I’ll start moving my things in soon. Can you show me my room?”

“Bitch,” Yugyeom sneers as he watches open-mouthed as the guys help unload your car at the station. “You didn’t tell me that all your co-workers were single, hot guys that walked around shirtless all the time.” He frowns at you, ignoring your eye roll, and then switching 180 degrees and laughing and smiling when Taehyung walks by with all your heavy trunks in his arms.

“Hahahaha, Y/N, you’re so funny,” he fakes, and then turns to you with a glint in his eye. “Maybe I should’ve punched that idiot in the face too and I would’ve been here instead.” He hisses, gawking at the way Jungkook and Jimin both easily haul your mattress up the steps. Shirtless, by the way. Again.

You sigh. “It’s only for a month. And honestly, you’re such a fake ass little bitch. You were the one trying to find me a man, and now that I’m surrounded by them, you resent me for it?” you huff. “Oh, Jin, those drawers just go in the closet, thank you.”

“No problem Y/N,” Seokjin grins, pushing up his glasses as he walks past you two easily, holding up the chest of drawers that took both you and Yugyeom an entire twenty minutes to shove in the moving truck. You give him a smile in return and turn back to Yug with a snort. “Wipe your drool.” You laugh, and he closes his mouth with a clack.

“I’ll literally visit you, like all the time, Y/N,” he whispers.

“Please don’t.”

“Oh also,” he turns to you inquisitively. “What happened last weekend? Did you end up going home with that hot guy?”

You pull him closer. “Keep your voice down,” you hiss. “Yes. I fucked him.”

He whistles lowly. “He wasn’t that good?”

Sighing, you check to make sure all the other boys aren’t in the vicinity. “No, that’s the problem. He was too good. I can’t stop thinking about it. Haven’t had a proper orgasm since.”

He looks unsurprised. “Well, when’s the last time you got laid. College?”

“Shut up, asshole,” you frown, “It’s only been like...a few months.”

“Okay, so I guess we’re calling last year’s during our we’re-not-interns-anymore-party a ‘couple months’ ago. It was like 13 months ago.” He points out, and you glare at him.

“Fine,” you snap, “okay? It’s been, like a year. But he was really good, no matter how deprived I’ve been.”

Yugyeom still looks unimpressed, so you pull his sleeve down to whisper in his ear. “I had five orgasms that night.”

He straightens up, turning to you with wide eyes, “FIVE ORGASMS?”

You wince as chief walks by with a stern look, and you pinch Yugyeom in the side as you laugh, “Oh hahahaha, Yugyeom, you’re such a hilarious guy. Why would a patient even talk about those kinds of horrible things in the waiting room?!”

That seems to help as the chief’s expression lightens and he smiles as he grabs a cup of coffee and ascends the stairs again. You drop the smile as soon as the chief is out of earshot and punch Yugyeom hard.

“Little bitch,” you hiss, “are you trying to get me fired?”

He rubs the spot that you punched. “Ow, and no. I’m just shocked. Did you even get his number or something?”

You sigh, watching as the boys come back down to retrieve a couple more things. “No,” you say forlornly, “I literally had to run out for my interview. I only know his name, and I’m not even sure if its right.”

Yugyeom sighs, watching Jungkook and Jimin banter as they come back down.

“Well, at least you have guys like them to keep you company. Did you bring your vibrator along?”

You pinch him again.

With the help of the boys, moving in wasn’t a problem. Surprisingly, the bunk rooms aren’t at all what you’d expected. It was less of a college dorm room style, and more of like a communal housing unit. Apparently, the Seoul station had updated their housing recently, so the inside looked like a newly furnished office hotel, basically.

Jimin was nice enough to move into Hoseok’s room so that you could have the corner room all to yourself, with a private bath attached. It was adequately sized, but there was a nice closet and twin size bed attached, which was an upgrade from the dinky communal on-call room bunk beds that the hospital provided for the residents to sleep in.

There wasn’t even much to unpack, besides a few articles of clothing, a desk and computer for you to do some catching up on hospital paperwork, a mattress so you could sleep on without knots in your back, and your toiletries. You had a uniform anyway, and you were pretty low maintenance. The hospital shifts didn’t really give much space or time to pay attention to your fashion sense or your looks, and it wasn’t going to change now, either.

You make your way downstairs after finishing, with the stairs of course. The boys had kept trying to convince you that you won’t die if you try the pole, but honestly you weren’t down to break your ankle, especially when you were expected to help during an emergency situation. The stairs were fine. You were only on the second floor anyway.

The boys are already eating in the large lounge, and you see that the sleepy fireman had woken up and had starting to cook.

“Y/N!” Jungkook calls, scooting his chair over to make room for you at the center of their table. “Here!”

You smile and set down your phone, taking a seat as Taehyung brings you a tray. Its pasta and steak, with a huge side salad and green beans. You gape at the cook who’s still engrossed in tasting and perfecting the sauce for the pasta.

“Yoongi hyung’s a really good cook,” Jimin says, with a mouthful of salad and steak. With that, the man in question appears behind the younger firefighter and hands him a cup of water. “Don’t eat and talk at the same time. It’s disgusting.” He says with a curled lip, and then gives you a nod.

“You’re the new paramedic hire right?” He asks.

You nod, “Hi, yes. I’m Y/N.” He shakes your hand, nods, and turns away. “Not much of a talker, is he?” You say, and the boys chuckle.

“Yeah,” Hoseok says, “Yoongi’s not really an extroverted type. But he’ll warm up to you, just give it time.”

The rest of the day goes by smoothly. You have to sit in your room for a couple hours though, watching boredly through the instructional training online lessons you had to complete before starting your first day. You’re close to dozing off when a soft knock sounds.

“Yes!” You sit up and turn, and Jungkook appears, smiling sweetly. “Hi, Y/N! What you doin’?”

You stick a thumb at your computer, “Training videos,” you sigh, curling your lip. “Why?”

“Oh, hyungs and I are gonna watch a movie. If you wanna come sit with us in the lounge and do your training or just watch with us, you’re welcome to!”

You pause. “Won’t it be loud? I probably won’t be able to get anything done.”

“I’m pretty sure Seokjin hyung has done basic training before. He can probably give you all the answers to those end-of-lecture quizzes.”

Now there was your incentive to go. You smile, standing up and closing your laptop. “Why didn’t you say that sooner? Let’s go.”

He guides you down to where the lounge is and all the boys chime a nice “hello” or “y/n!” when you appear in the doorway. You can see that a new episode of Game of Thrones is on. You pad over to Seokjin and he smiles when you ask him for the favor, and moves seats to the couch behind so you can sit with him and watch at the same time.

The night goes smoothly, you tapping Seokjin everytime you finish a lesson and him pausing to quickly finish the quizzes, and you joining in with the debates about the show occasionally. Yoongi brings out some snacks, and eventually Jimin brings out a blanket for you, and by the end of the episode, your training is finished and you’re sipping on soda and eating pizza.

It’s nice, you think, a lot nicer than the hospital. You were used to the competitive nature of medicine. It was always competing against the other residents or interns to get a spot that had ridiculously low acceptance rates. There was always no time to relax. This wasn’t bad at all.

But you shake your head. This was temporary. A break. No need to get attached. They’re just being hospitable. You give a tight lipped smile as the episode ends and you take your laptop and blanket with you as you stand. “Thanks, guys, for inviting me. I’m gonna turn in tonight.” you say, slowly shuffling away. “Good night!” Taehyung yells, and the other boys chime in one by one.

You set your stuff down in your room and get ready for bed. Laying in your single bed, with no one else snoring or sleep talking, and with no post-surgery fatigue to get you straight to sleep, it’s hard. You end up staring up at the ceiling of your room, sighing as you try to think of the most boring topics in the world to try and get to sleep.

“Just a few weeks, y/n.” you murmur, turning onto your side.

You’re finally dozing off when suddenly, the intercom you had no idea was located right outside your door bursts to life. “Code 904B Building Fire. Code 904B Building Fire.”

You scramble up, throwing your covers back as you stick your head out into the hallway. The lights are flashing brightly, but you can hear the sounds of the boys in each room getting ready. The first one out into the hallway is Taehyung, and he jogs up to you. “Put on your uniform, y/n,” he pants, “and meet us downstairs as soon as possible. We gotta go, and since it’s a building fire, there might be a few injuries you can help us with.”

“Okay,” you nod, as the rest of the boys begin appearing in the hallway with navy shirts on and their firemen overalls already on. They one by one disappear down the pole and you scramble to get the paramedic bodysuit on. You pull on your boots hastily and then sprint down the stairs, and see the chief addressing everyone.

“Alright, Yoongi and half of you in car 1, and the rest of you in mine. Namjoon is already in his way from his meeting, so he’ll meet us there. Let’s go!” The boys break out into jogs as they hurriedly begin packing the hoses tightly and jumping into the cars. “Chief,” you call out, “Where can I go?”

“Go with Yoongi!” He yells, and drives off, sirens wailing. You jump into the first car and immediately you’re surprised when Yoongi, usually lethargic and slow, slams on the accelerator and your own truck bolts into life. Stumbling into a seat, you ask Hoseok, “So, this is how it always happens?”

He nods solemnly, his usual playful smile gone. “24/7. We gotta stay alert.” You nod. He points to a large, bright orange utility box in the corner of the bus. “That’s your medic kit. You can look through it now if you want, we’ll be getting to the site in a few minutes.”

You nod, perching the box on the seat next to you and digging through it. It was pretty basic, syringes, bottles of lidocaine and epinephrine for stitch jobs, synthetic thread, scalpels, bandaids, alcohol, gauze, and more. You were used to working with the minimum at the emergency room. And seemed like whoever was in charge of this box had kept it neatly and pretty well-stocked. You lock the box when the truck begins to slow, and look out the window to see the commotion.

A large building has caught on fire, and already there are two other trucks unloading at the site, their firefighters already hooking up their hoses onto the fire hydrants and assembling into position to enter the building for any remaining people. The whole area smells like smoke and through it, the glow of the orange fire against the night sky is barely visible.

Immediately as the truck parks, the boys in the vehicle spring to motion. Their uniforms are already on, helmets, gloves, and oxygen tanks and all. One by one they jog out the door of the truck and do the same, unloading the hose from the side of the firetruck and linking it easily to the fire hydrant and getting ready to spray down the building.

You pull your hair back into a ponytail and look around for anyone who might be in need of help. There’s already a few survivors out around the area in the grass, and you run over to a woman laying down.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” You say as you approach her and kneel next to her. Her husband is crying. “Sir! Is she okay? What happened?”

“P-please! We were just picking up our son and then the burning piece of wood fell on her leg. No one has been able to h-help her yet! Our son is still in that building, too!”

You unlocked your box and reassured him, “Okay, sir, I need you to calm down and help me. Someone will go find your son, but we need to help your wife right now. Do you have a phone on you? Can you use the flashlight? I need to see the area.”

He does as you instruct with shaky hands, and you carefully use the scissors in the kit to cut a strip down her pants. The burn is quite bad and covers a lot of surface area, in addition to having a huge laceration down her thigh that needs to be stitched up now, in case of infection or bleeding out. You frown, she must have been in a lot of pain.

“Ma’am, can you understand me? This is going to be a bit painful, but I need to sanitize the area.”

She’s just sobbing at this point, but you can make out some words. “Please,” she sobs, “M-my s-son!”

You lean closer, “Sorry? Your son?”

She sobs and nods, “H-he’s still inside!!” She pushes your hands away from her leg, “I won’t be treated until I find him!”

You sigh, turning around to see if there are any firefighters available. You see one coming out of the building to replace his oxygen tank. You run up to him, unable to see anything but his eyes through the protective gear he was wearing.

“Hey! Hey, this woman I’m trying to treat is refusing treatment until she sees her son, and she claims he’s still inside. Please, if she doesn’t let me treat it right now, she might have to amputate her leg.” He nods, and follows you to the couple.

When they see him approaching, the woman goes hysterical. “Please!” She screams, “He’s still in there, on the second floor. I haven’t seen anyone bring him out!”

“Okay, ma’am, I’m going to go back inside for him. You need to calm down, and let this lady treat your leg, or else it could get worse. You need to stay strong for your son.”

She nods, and turns to you. You spring into action, giving the firefighter a nod as he stands. You frown, his voice sounded so familiar, but you couldn’t pinpoint it.

The lady begins wailing as the adrenaline fades and the pain of her injury begins to hit. You have her husband hold her hand as you pour some alcohol on the area and she wails as the open cut is cleaned out.

Quickly, you stitch up the wound and dress the burns so that they’re manageable. She refuses to take the ambulance to the hospital until she sees her son, so you coax her into just sitting on the gurney in the ambulance and wait for her son. You try and calm down the couple as you move onto address a few more people in the vicinity with minor cuts, scrapes, and burns.

Suddenly, you hear a commotion, and you turn to the building that’s now less of a bonfire and more of a quiet smolder, and the firefighter from earlier emerges with something in his arms.

The woman you had treated earlier immediately starts wailing and crying as the firefighter jogs over to you and her and sets a boy down onto a gurney. He’s unconscious, and the firefighter whips off his helmet as he addresses you.

“He’s breathed in quite a bit of smoke, and fell unconscious when I picked him up. He needs pediatric CPR!”

“Namjoon!” Hoseok cries out.

You gawk as you watch him yell instructions at you and the rest of the firefighters you’d met, brows furrowing and eyes widening as you recognize those slanted eyes, thick lips and angled jawline that you’d run your tongue over that one fateful night. It was Joon. He was a firefighter. His name was Namjoon.

“Y/N!” He grabs you by the shoulders, “Focus!”

You immediately spring into action, running towards the boy and checking his pulse. “Do you know how to do compressions on a pediatric patient?” You breathe, and Joon nods, throwing his helmet and his tank aside and opening the buttons on his uniform jacket before he climbs atop the gurney.

As he begins compressions, you deliver some shots on his arm and search his body for any large cuts or burns. You hook him up to an oxygen mask and turn up the machine to high. “Switch!” You call out, and your hands replace Joon’s as you climb atop him and begin compressions.

“One, two, three...” You count out, as other paramedics swarm around you to prepare him to be delivered to the hospital as soon as possible.

The boy stirs, and you stop compressing, and watches as he begins coughing, from deep within, and you help remove his oxygen mask and pull him up to a sitting position as he continues coughing the smoke and ash out of his lungs. A paramedic gives him some water and after the boy finishes coughing, you help him sip some water as he recovers.

The others help usher him onto a gurney and also help his mother and father join the ambulance.

You watch as the blaring sirens fade away and sigh as the remaining firefighters douse the building in water and put out the flames. Your knees are feeling weak, your heart up in your throat, and your breath short.

Feeling a presence standing next to you, you turn and meet eyes with him. You narrow your eyes at him, giving him a once over from his ash-stained angular face to the bulky equipment and uniform lining his body. Probably from the boots he was wearing, he seemed even taller than from the club.

He gives you a cocky grin. “So, you’re a paramedic, huh?”

You roll your eyes, stopping down to collect your materials and all the wrappers of the syringes and needles you had used to treat your patients.

“Not a paramedic, a doctor. On voluntary community service.” You huff.

He stoops down too, setting his helmet aside to help with your tools. “No wonder you’re good with your hands.”

You stop, sitting on your haunches to give him a look. He does the same, matching your cold gaze with a smirk. “I think that’s very unprofessional, Mr. Joon.”

You stand, locking the paramedic box angrily and stomp away.

But he easily catches up to you, having those damned long legs of his, and follows you to your truck. It makes you angrier that he begins unloading his equipment and uniform off into the same truck you came in.

“I think, Y/N, the moment you started making out with me at that club, professionalism was kind of thrown out the window, don’t you think? You disappear that morning without a trace, and then suddenly you appear again at my workplace. Don’t you think I have the right to be a bit confused and curious?”

“Look.” You turn to him. “That was a one-night thing. I told you that I don’t do them often, and it was a mistake and I’m sorry, I won’t do that to you again. So just--” you throw your hands into the air, frustrated that he looked so goddamn good as he took off his thick outer coat and stood in front of you with just a black t-shirt and the pants of his uniform low on his hips. “--just pretend it didn’t happen. Just forget about it.”

You turn to walk away into the truck, but he stops you. “Wait! Wait wait wait, Y/N,” he turns to face you, the smirk wiped away and now brows attractively collecting in a frown, “For the record, I don’t consider that night as a mistake.”

“Huh?” Your eyes widen as you frown up at him.

He doesn’t look away. The playfulness has dropped and he’s completely serious as his voice takes a lower tone.

“Sleeping with you wasn’t a mistake for me. Don’t apologize. I’ve only been able to think about you since then, and I don’t think that you showing up here out of all the other precincts or departments is another mistake, either. I’m sorry if I came on too strong, but I want to be clear with you that my intentions are to get to know you better, and do it the right way.”

“Do what the right way?”

“Date you,” he says simply, like he was talking about the goddamn weather.

Literally, who was this guy? Your mind was completely blank. Like, who just says exactly what they’re thinking? How could he just be so...honest? What’s his game?

You blubber out the first thing that comes to mind. “I don’t date co-workers. Especially here. I’m only scheduled to volunteer for several weeks.”

He seems to gain a bit of confidence. “Y/N, that sounds more like an excuse, than it does a reason.”

You huff, blowing your hair out of the way. “Nonetheless, the answer is no.”

He nods thoughtfully. “Don’t be surprised if I ask you again.”

And he does.

Every. Single. Day.

When you wake up, “Hey, Y/N, will you go on a date with me?”

“No,” you’d say, roll your eyes, and spit out your toothpaste.

When you’re in the library, reading up on the latest studies. He’ll pop his head in and say, “Oh, Y/N, dinner’s ready.”

When you look up and nod, “Thanks. I’ll be right there.”

He’ll nod back, and then say, “Oh by the way, will you go on a date with me?”

You’d learned to just laugh it off or ignore him.

When you’re in the dining commons. You’ll be chatting with Taehyung about something and Namjoon will walk by, hand you a mug of coffee, and walk away without a word. When you lift the coffee up to drink it after Taehyung leaves for something, you find a slip of paper on the saucer.

Will you go on a date with me?

You crumple up the paper while maintaining eye contact and drop it into the steaming cup of coffee. Then, you stand, and pour the mug out into the trash, while he watches with an amused smirk.

The only times he doesn’t ask you out is when you’re on calls.

Over the next few weeks, you notice that Namjoon has three modes: 1) His Chief mode, 2) his off-duty mode, and 3) his flirting-with-you mode. Modes 2 and 3 tended to mix, especially when he was with you.

But whenever that light on the walls of the department begin to ring and flash, indicating an emergency call, Namjoon immediately enters his chief-mode. One time, he was in the middle of taunting you with probable bad-date ideas, the lights began flashing and you had watched as he shook himself out of his off-duty mode, and immediately started barking out orders to the group and you, responding to the dispatch on his walkie-talkie. It had happened in a millisecond.

You were in the lounge with Seokjin and Jimin, watching a movie while Yoongi dozed off in one of the couches. You had slowly begun to easily sink into this lifestyle. You guys were lucky if you got at least a few hours in between calls to relax, and since the most recent call was a small issue with some old lady’s cat up in a tree, Hoseok and Taehyung had volunteered to go on their own. It was a relaxing Thursday afternoon.

Like clockwork, right as you were almost dozing off, the lights began to flash and blare as your walkie-talkies exploded to life and the dispatch officer began reading out the issue.

The boys spring to life, immediately jumping over to the pole and going downstairs to change into their uniforms. You sigh and use the stairs to run down to the garage and get into your uniform, clambering into the truck as Namjoon begins listing out orders. It was a gas leak in a chemical factory, and they wanted the firemen to take care of it. You were only following for protocol.

“It shouldn’t be too complicated. Yoongi, did you contact the engineers to shut off the power?” Namjoon asks.

“Yeah, they turned off all electricity, but they can’t turn off the gas valve. It’s stuck.”

“Okay, that’ll be the first thing to take care of. Jungkook, can you take care of that?”

You watch as the firetrucks pull in and follow the men into the warehouse. It’s completely dark but they all turn on their headlights as they treck through.

Namjoon leads them into the main gas chamber where one of the tanks is steadily leaking a stream of cold, compressed air out of it. Him and Jungkook immediately head over and begin working together to tighten the valve, while Seokjin begins looking for the pipe that leads into the tank.

You watch, boredly as the men do their thing, when suddenly, Jungkook yanks a bit too hard and both him and Namjoon are thrown back.

Jungkook immediately begins yelling out, and you scramble up in horror to see that he’d been thrown back into a piece of metal that was sticking out.

“Oh my god,” you cry out as you rush to his side. “Jungkook, hold on, I got you. Can you turn on your side so I can see the wound better?”

He moves while wincing in pain, but manages to maneuver so that the wound on his back is facing you. Using a flashlight, you make sure that the metal didn’t pierce any vital organs or arteries, and reassure him that it’s okay as you begin cleaning and stitching up the wound. After you’re finished, you look up to see Seokjin run into the room, and let you all know that he’d disassembled the valve and fixed the leak.

You sigh in relief as you cut the final thread and place some gauze over the stitches. Hoseok and Jimin had returned to help, and they throw Jungkook’s arms over their shoulders as they help him walk out of the building. You begin to pack your things, when you see Namjoon lagging behind the rest of the group, clutching his arm.

You catch up to him, “Hey, are you okay?”

He winces, but nods at you to go. “I’m fine. Catch up with the rest of them. I’ll be right behind you.”

You frown as you survey his features. The boys are now out of sight and you and Namjoon are the only ones left inside the chamber. “No, you don’t look very okay. Did you get hurt?”

He finally relents, groaning in pain as you guide him to sit down on some steps and remove his jacket. You gasp as his t-shirt comes off. Jungkook had been impaled when he hit the wall as he was thrown back, but it seemed that Namjoon had been in the direct line of contact when the valve of the pipe had blown off. It had sliced through his uniform and left quite a deep cut in his rib.

“Holy shit, Namjoon, you are not okay. Let me stitch this up right now.”

He shakes his head, “Let’s get out of here, first.”

You push him back. “If you keep moving, this wound is too close to your vital organs and it might cause infection or you might bleed out. Why didn’t you say you were hurt?”

He shakes his head as you begin unpacking your box of materials. For the first time in your few weeks at the department, you see a dark look of shame and regret written over his face. “I was the one who asked Jungkook to help me, if I didn’t, he wouldn’t be hurt.”

You click your tongue at him as you clean the wound, apologizing as he hisses in pain at the contact of alcohol. “You know, you say a lot of stupid shit, but that’s one of the stupidest things I’ve ever heard you say to me. Ever.”

He laughs a little at that, wincing as it puts pressure on his side. You glare at him as you examine the wound and begin numbing the surrounding skin. “You’re a great chief, you know that. I’m administering some pretty heavy painkillers. Tell me when you start getting a bit woozy.”

He just silently watches you hover over his torso, squinting as you maneuver the hook needle and stitch him up. “I think that’s the first time you ever complimented me, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes, “Oh, so now your chief mode is off, I guess.”

He furrows his brows. “Chief mode?”

You nod, snipping at the threads as you begin another stitch.

“You have these modes you enter on the job. One of them is when you become this intense, no-nonsense leader, telling us all what to do and what to get done.”

He smiles, “And the other mode?”

“There’s two actually,” you say, still focused on his wound, “There’s one that’s always flirting with me, and there’s a third, where I can see that you really, really care for everyone on this team. That third one is the mode you’re in.”

“Are you maybe getting turned on by that mode, Y/N?” He winks at you, and you laugh, poking him in his side and making him groan out as you finish dressing the clean wound and help him get his uniform jacket back on. “Shut up, now your flirty mode is back on too.”

You’re cleaning up the materials in your box when suddenly, the lights come back on, bright white, and as you and Namjoon are squinting to try and reassess your surroundings, the huge gate to the chamber closes with a hissing noise and a loud clang.

“Shit,” you hear Namjoon cuss, and you scramble up, running over to the door and searching for a handle, a knob, or a button, anything to get it back open. You click your walkie-talkie, waiting for the static to sound to let you know that it’s communicating, but there’s nothing.

“No use,” he winces, zipping up his jacket, “The company probably just turned the electricity on when they saw some of the trucks leaving.”

You watch in horror as the vents surrounding you begin hissing and cold air begins drafting in. “What is this?”

“It’s a containment chamber for flammable chemicals, so I assume that it stays at a cool temperature. It’s fine, some of the boys will probably realize we’re here and be back in no time.” He lays down against the steps.

“Namjoon!” You scramble over, “Do not fall asleep, do you hear me? The temperature dropping is going to make your wound even worse. You need to stay warm, stand up if you can.”

He frowns, curling into himself with a pout. “I’m cold.”

You roll your eyes. It was the painkillers kicking in. He was getting lethargic, and it could kill him. “I know, you big fat baby, but if we don’t start warming up, we might die in here. C’mon, stand up.”

He begins moving around, although you instruct him not to stress his wound, he begins rocking around on his legs to try and make some body heat. You do the same, waving your arms around and trying to generate some heat.

At one point, you lose complete sense of time, and Namjoon wakes up from the initial wave of his painkillers to find the both of you huddled in the corner of the chamber, knees curled into your torsos as you shiver in the cold.

“Y-Y/N,” he breathes, and reality dawns on him as he sees the mist of his breath fan out from his mouth. “Y/N?”

“S-s-so cold,” you chatter, curling into him as he puts his good arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer.

“D-don’t fall asleep,” he breathes, and you don’t respond, the chills rocking your entire shaking body as you curl into him further.

The walkie-talkie screeches for a moment, and Namjoon grabs it, responding back to the static. “H-hello? Anyone! Y/N and I are stuck in the main chamber! Temperature is dropping quickly. Hello?!”

The only response is static as he drops the walkie-talkie to just pull you in closer. “Y/N?”

There’s no response, and when he pulls back to try and look at you, your head lulls in his arms.

“Shit,” he mutters, “Y/N, Y/N!” He shakes you, but you’re completely unconscious in his arms. "Wake up!”

“No no no no no,” he chants, as he begins undressing, his whole body resisting the motions as he shivers in the cold, but he perseveres. He pulls his uniform open, baring his chest, and then proceeds to unbutton your uniform as well, baring a t-shirt underneath. He pulls your limp body close as he removes the t-shirt and then completely drapes himself over you, pressing your bare chests together as he pulls you tight against him, skin to skin.

He pulls the uniform tighter around your back so that you don’t lose any more body heat, when he finally hears yelling and pounding on the other side of the huge gate. He hugs you closer to himself before everything goes black, too.

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Missing Piece // LH

Note: here is the Luke adoption fic as promised! I’ve worked REALLY hard on this & i’m hoping people are going to really enjoy it. I have so many more ideas for this little world so I hope people love it as much as I do🥺 This is the longest fic i’ve ever written at 7.5k words! Huge thank you to @5sosnsfw and @cashtonasfuck for beta reading this for me, and for being so supportive! As always, feedback is really appreciated♥️

“Have you thought about it?”

There was no need to specify what ‘it’ meant, after the lengthy discussion that had occurred between you and Luke the night before. There had been some tension between the two of you for a while. After giving up on the idea of naturally having a baby, there were limited options left. The stress wasn’t intentional; it was nobody’s fault. Blaming each other wouldn’t solve anything.

You could feel it heavy in the air as you looked at him, waiting for his response.

“It’s been difficult to think about anything else.”

It hadn’t been a decision taken lightly— it had taken many painful conversations, ending with you crying in Luke’s arms. He reassured you in hushed tones that everything would work out just fine. He didn’t know that, of course. He had the same worries that you did. It broke him. The fact that you couldn’t have a baby biologically put a strain on your relationship, but Luke never held that against you.

If there was something Luke hated more than anything else, it was seeing you cry.

It hurt even more when there was nothing he could do to fix it; he couldn’t give you the answers you were looking for. All he could do was hold you, wondering why things couldn’t be easier. Growing up, Luke always assumed that his life would workout that way. He’d find a partner, get married, have children. That’s how his family was, and in his naivety, he thought things would work out that way for the two of you too.

He was wrong, though.

It had gotten to the point where it followed the two of you around. The sight of a family in the street would make you hold onto Luke’s hand a little tighter, to dull the ache you felt in your heart. Whenever Luke’s parents called and hinted about grandchildren, he’d watch as you laughed it off, telling them you were working on it. It hadn’t helped when Michael became the first member of the band to be a father; Luke couldn’t help but notice the pain in your eyes as you’d cradled his sweet baby in your arms, wondering when it would be your turn.

It finally felt like it was.

“And... what do you think?”

Luke dared to look up at you as you anxiously slid your wedding ring up and down your finger. It shined in sunlight, there as a constant reminder of the commitment and love that you and Luke shared. It felt as though you always had a piece of him with you, even when he wasn’t around.

“I think…” He started, running a hand through his blonde curls. The platinum look was starting to fade, his darker roots growing out weeks after bleaching them. It felt like a lifetime as you waited for his answer, his eyes darting around the kitchen before landing on you. “I think we should do it.”

It took a moment to register his words, but the second that you did, tears slipped down your cheeks at the realisation. It was a relief. Adoption was something you had your heart set on as soon as it had been brought to your attention, to have Luke agree was a huge relief.

“You do? Really?”

He nodded, smiling widely as he moved quickly to wrap his arms around you.

“Sweetheart,” Luke murmured, laughing lightly as he held you against him. You cried into his neck, wrapping your arms around his waist and interlocking your hands on his back. “Are those happy tears? I hope they are.”

The pain of not being able to conceive naturally was something that had worn you down, that had kept you up into the early hours of the morning, wondering why things had to be this way. It wasn’t meant to happen, but that didn’t stop you from questioning why. It was something you’d never understand, but had come to accept. It affected Luke more than he let on, you were sure.

You hadn’t seen Luke crying in the shower when it all got too much. When he blamed himself for the pain you felt; when all he wanted to do was to start a family with the one he loved more than anything in the world. This decision was a relief to him too — like you finally had the answer.

“Of course.” You replied, pulling back to look up at Luke. He swiped his thumbs under your eyes, wiping the tears that had fallen before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. One that you knew meant more than either of you could explain.

“I can’t wait to grow our family with you.”

***

Smoothing the creases in your fresh bedding for the fifth time seemed to be the only thing that could soothe your nerves. A visit from a social worker with the local adoption agency was the reason you hadn’t slept; the time was spent laying in bed, thinking about what else needed to be done.

“I don’t think the house was as clean as this when we moved in.” Luke commented, following you around the house as he watched you plump up the cushions once more. He perched on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb the neatly folded teddy comforter draped over the foot of it. He offered an arm out to you, gesturing for you to sit next to him. “Hey, come here.”

You stopped in your tracks, releasing the breath you didn’t realise you were holding as you gave in to him. He wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulder, pulling you against him and resting his head on yours. He felt like home—he always managed to calm you down.

“It’s going to be okay, you know.”

Things seemed to be so simple in Luke’s mind.

You took a deep breath before replying; “you don’t know that.”

“I do,” He continued, running his hand up and down the top of your arm in a soothing manner. “When have we ever not been okay before? Whatever happens, we’ll get through it.”

He was right. The two of you continuously worked hard at your relationship, and you wouldn’t let anything break you.

“I guess so.” You exhaled deeply, lacing your fingers with his. Luke didn’t show it, but he was nervous too. He was desperate for this to go well. He didn’t know what he would do if it didn’t. “I just hope she likes us, and likes the house. And likes the room that will become the nursery.”

Neither of you had time to worry about it any further when a knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. You sat up, eyes landing on Luke’s as he sent you a reassuring smile.

“We got it babe,” He didn’t let go of your hand as you made your way downstairs. “We got it.”

It was annoying how often Luke ended up being right.

A friendly lady by the name of Sarah visited your home, admiring the decor and your attention to detail as she inspected the living space. She seemed confident and satisfied as she ticked boxes on the form fastened into the clipboard in her arms. The conversation was easy and comfortable, you and Luke taking turns to answer any questions that she had.

She had many questions about Luke’s career; spotting the several instruments dotted around the house, as well as the band’s achievements hung up on the wall. He reassured her that he had plenty of time for a family, that his career would never get in the way of that. She seemed reassured by his answers, a look in her eye to tell you that she had good news.

“I’ll need to submit this to the agency, they’ll review it and we’ll be in contact shortly.” She informed you and Luke, buttoning her jacket up as she stood at the doorstep. “But I don’t think you have anything to worry about. You have a lovely home to bring a child into.”

A sigh of relief escaped you and Luke simultaneously as you waved her goodbye, waiting until she headed down the driveway before closing the door.

“What did I tell you, honey? We got it.”

***

A phone call in the middle of the afternoon brought the update you were waiting for.

Sarah explained that the home visits were extremely promising, and that she had given you an excellent review. However, this was only the beginning. Sarah had made it clear that it was going to be a lengthy process — but she would be there to support you both every step of the way.

There were a number of necessary background checks that had to be done, and this could take up to three months, she had warned you.

Luke noticed the effect it was having on you.

After a long day at the studio, he came home to a quiet house. Petunia didn’t greet him at the door like she usually did, and he wondered if you’d taken her out. However, as he got closer to your shared bedroom, he heard the sound of the bath running. Suddenly the quietness made sense.

“Hi, baby.” He pushed the door open, finding you mostly under the water, just your head visible amongst the bubbles. “What’s going on?”

“I’m tired,” You replied, looking up at him. He knew it was more than that. It wasn’t the first time he had found you there, during a stressful period. It was a tell tale sign that you weren’t feeling good. “I just wanted to rest for a bit.”

“Can I join you?” He asked, hoping it would make you feel better. He was tired too. The whole process had become very draining; the light at the end of the tunnel seemed to be dimming. You nodded at him, sitting up to create space for him to slip behind you. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor. “God, babe. I don’t know how you sit in water this hot.”

You sat back against him, resting your head on his chest. It felt nice to have him there. He was a reminder of home, a reminder of your family. He reminded you that through the difficulties you were facing, the process would be worth it.

“I know it’s a lot.” Luke started, after sitting in silence for a few moments. He felt you sigh against him, like the weight of the world was on your shoulders. “I know it’s overwhelming, and taking longer than we thought, but I promise it’s going to be worth it.”

“If we ever get there.”

“We will.” He reassured you, dropping a kiss to your temple. “I know it doesn’t feel like it, but we’ve come so far already. We just have to be patient for a little bit longer.”

It was frustrating that Luke assumed everything would be fine. He didn’t know that. Arguing wouldn’t solve anything, though. You opted for biting your tongue, knowing he just wanted to help.

“I just wish they could see that we’re ready.” You murmured against his skin, as you traced your finger over the stunning hummingbird tattoo on his inner bicep. It was a nice distraction.

“And they will do.” He promised. “They just have to make sure that the child will be going to a good home. We know they will be, but they have to be sure.”

He was right.

“Love you,” You kissed his collarbone, before resting your head on his once more. “Thanks for keeping me going.”

“Of course, honey.” He smiled. “We just have to hold on for a little longer.”

***

Everytime your phone rang, your heart raced. It was an instant reaction, always hoping it would be the news that you wanted.

Sarah’s name appeared on the screen and you were quick to answer, rushing through the small talk to get to the reason for her call.

“Luke… they’ve approved us.”

Luke broke down as soon as you told him. Those words were all it took for the waterworks to begin.

“Hey, Lu.” It was your turn to hold him, to rub his back and caress his curls as he cried into your shoulder. He had been the strong one throughout it, always there to wipe your tears away and promise that you’d get through it. It worried him sometimes that he was giving you false hope, just in case things didn’t work out the way he thought they would. “Now it’s my turn to ask you if these are happy tears.”

They were happy tears. As well as tears of relief, built up over months and months of disappointment.

“We’re going to be parents?”

You nodded excitedly, catching your breath before trying to recall what Sarah had just told you.

“The panel were really happy with our application,” You began, trying not to cry with happiness as you spoke. “She didn’t tell me much, but they want us to go down and meet with her tomorrow.”

Luke had calmed down, but you couldn’t miss the tears that filled his eyes once more at your words.

It felt like the longest night of your lives. Both of you were too hung up on the anticipation of meeting the child that would fill the void that so desperately needed filling, that would stop the empty feeling you had felt for so long. Nights that had previously been spent questioning why things couldn’t be different, had turned into feeling gratitude for everything falling into place.

You and Luke stayed up well into the night, wrapped in each other, well aware of the fact that the following day would probably change your lives forever. It was a huge deal. One that you couldn’t quite wrap your head around yet. You discussed hopes and dreams for the future, wanting nothing more than a lifetime of happiness for you and your potential child.

Four hours of sleep later, Luke’s alarm pulled the two of you from sleep. It felt like Christmas morning, with the same excitement and anticipation that you felt as children, only this meant so much more. It didn’t feel like a normal morning. You wouldn’t be able to rest until after the visit took place.

Luke’s clammy hand rested in yours as he locked the car, taking in the appearance of the agency. It was a small, friendly looking house, one that you’d never have suspected wasn’t just a regular home when driving past. There were photos in the window, drawings clearly done by a few of the older residents of the home. It had a comforting vibe as you approached the front door, Luke knocking gently until somebody answered.

“Hello, you two! It’s lovely to see you again.” Sarah greeted you both at the door, exchanging friendly handshakes as she led you into the building. Soft music played from the radio set on the reception desk, creating a comfortable atmosphere as you waited.

“You too, thank you so much for inviting us back.” Luke replied, his hand still clinging to yours for reassurance; which went both ways. “We really appreciate everything that you’ve done for us.”

“Of course, we’re so grateful that you contacted us in the first place. I know it’s been a really long process, but the end is in sight.” Sarah sent you both a smile as she flicked through a large folder in her hands. “It’s actually nap time at the moment, I promise it’s not usually as quiet as this. The baby I want you to meet today is sleeping at the moment, but I wanted to show you her file first.”

“Sounds great.” You replied, smiling at Sarah as she offered you and Luke a seat in a quiet room, off to the side of the entrance. It was a cosy space, the homely feeling matching that of the rest of the building. Complete with plush sofas, along with more drawings covering the soft brown walls. Luke squeezed your hand in his, and you were unsure if this was due to nerves, excitement, or a mix of the two. It was a daunting thought; that the baby you were hoping to get to know and love was just a few rooms away. After waiting so long, maybe you were about to become parents.

“Okay so… here we go.” She set the file down on the coffee table in front of you, opening it out onto the page she wanted you to see. There was a small photo attached in the corner, and yet again, you couldn’t stop the tears that filled your eyes as you saw the baby for the first time. You knew Luke felt the exact same feeling, too. The photo was of a sweet baby girl, sat up in her crib with a blanket held tightly in her hand. She had big brown eyes as well as a head full of curls, and it made your heart fluttered as you looked at her. “Her name is Isabella, but we call her Bella usually. She’s just over a year old, and has been with us pretty much since she was born.”

“How come she’s here?” Luke asked, clearing his throat from the emotion that laid heavy. He was anxious to hear the answer. He almost didn’t want to know; but he had to ask.

“Her parents were really young,” Sarah began to explain. You and Luke could see in her face how difficult it was to talk through. “They weren’t ready for the responsibility that came with a baby, so they brought her here a few days after she was born. She’s very special to me, it’ll be bittersweet to see her go.”

This had been Bella’s home; the only place she really knew. You and Luke weren’t oblivious to the fact that it would be difficult for her to adjust to the two of you, as well as your new home. It wouldn’t be an easy journey, but it would be a worthwhile one, one that would change your lives forever.

“It means a lot that you thought of us.” You told her, not mentioning the tears lining her eyes as you spoke. It was a highly emotional situation.

“We’ll discuss this more after you meet her, but she tends to grieve for them a lot.” She started to explain. Grieving was something you and Luke had come across during your research, before starting the whole process. “Sometimes it seems like she’s crying for no particular reason, and just wants to be held. You have to just let her get it out, and she’ll be okay.”

You and Luke nodded along as she spoke, trying to take in everything that she was saying. It was a lot. All you could think about was meeting her, and the rest would be dealt with later. It wasn’t long until there was a quiet knock on the door, another staff member informing the three of you that nap time was ending.

“If things don’t work out today, please don’t worry. We definitely have options.” She reassured you, not wanting to put pressure on you both. “Are you ready to come and meet her?”

“Of course.” Luke’s eyes met yours anxiously as she led you out of the room, and down the hallway to a small nursery. There was a letter ‘I’ painted on the door in a soft pastel yellow, indicating that it was her bedroom.

“Good afternoon, Bella,” Sarah spoke softly as she approached her crib, watching as she woke up a little more. She sat up in her crib, rubbing at her sleepy eyes and looking around for her blanket. “You have some visitors! Shall we say hello?”

Luke couldn’t stop the smile that broke out over his face as he looked at her for the first time. The feeling was overwhelming; knowing that she could become a part of your family, yet he was just about to meet her. She was a stranger to you both, and vice versa, but maybe it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

“Hi, angel.” You murmured. You and Luke moved further into the nursery as Sarah picked her up. Bella instantly clung to her, face hiding in her neck in a shy manner as you greeted her.

She looked up at you, her eyes curious and unsure as she observed you and Luke.

“Hey, Bella.” Luke waved at her, sending her a reassuring smile as she watched him. Sarah held onto her as Bella clung to her shoulder, in an attempt to make sure she wouldn’t be left with unfamiliar faces.

“What shall we play, Bella? Shall we read a book?” It was an attempt to make her feel comfortable as Sarah opened her toy box, pulling out a small xylophone. “She loves this. We try to hide it because it makes more noise than we would like, but she never lets us get away with it. Do you, hm? Shall we show them how you play?”

There was a small corner in her nursery with a bookshelf and her toys, where Sarah took her over to and set her down. Bella clung to her leg, her apprehensive gaze not leaving you and Luke as Sarah invited you to join them.

“It’s okay,” Sarah reassured her, handing her a pacifier for comfort, which she happily took. Bella was nervous, and Sarah seemed to notice. “She’s still waking up. I’ll show you her favourite book.”

Bella sat on Sarah’s crossed legs as you played, as well as listening to a few of her favourite stories. She seemed to be warming up to you and Luke. The thought of her joining your family made your heart race.

As far as initial meetings went, Sarah seemed happy with how it had gone. Luke noticed the smile on her face as Bella handed one of her baby dolls to you, knowing that she seemed to be comfortable in your company. He felt as though it had gone exactly how she had hoped.

“Well, I think it’s dinner time.” Sarah announced, insinuating that it was time to leave. You had been there for several hours, and there was no doubt in your mind that things had gone well. You were sure Luke felt the same way. “Say bye, Bella! I’m sure you’ll see them soon.”

“Bye, angel.” Luke said to her. His heart melted when Bella lifted her hand too, waving goodbye to you and him.

Bella stayed on Sarah’s hip as she led the two of you to the door, waving goodbye once more as you walked to the car. You and Luke were yet to say a word to each other, but you knew you were both feeling the same way.

As Luke drove home, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to the future. You thought about Bella being there with you — about her growing up in your home. Driving past a playground made you think of taking her there on a warm day, or Luke teaching her how to ride a bike. They were all memories you wanted to make with Bella as a part of your family.

“You love her too, don’t you?”

Luke’s words didn’t take you by surprise.

He knew the answer before you had the chance to reply. He saw the way you were when you were around her; he noticed how your smile had yet to fade since leaving the agency. He knew having Bella in your family would make you happy, and that’s all he wanted to do.

“I do.”

***

After many phone calls, home visits and meetings later… everything was falling into place. It had been a long process. The necessary background checks were a lengthy procedure which was understandable — they had to make sure you were trustworthy and safe for a child. You and Luke had spent much more time with Bella, and she became more comfortable with each time that you visited. However, there was always the lingering worry that things wouldn’t work out. The thought of getting attached to her for it all to be taken away was a worrying one.

It had been around a month since you were first introduced to Bella. Since then, you and Luke had visited several times a week, so you could get to know her and she could get to know the two of you too.

She didn’t know many words, Sarah had told the two of you. She tended to be shy, and only really spoke if she needed something. Which is why it took both you and Luke by surprise, when you were sitting with her in the main play room of the agency. She made a noise like she was calling out for someone, although you weren’t sure of exactly what she wanted.

Luke looked at Bella, his heart melting as she held her arms out to him, reaching up. It seemed as though she was asking him to hold her. Luke was apprehensive in case he misread the signs; he didn’t want to upset her.

“You want me to hold you?” The tone of Luke’s voice, one that he only usually used for Petunia, made your heart melt. She looked up at him, whining once more when he didn’t pick her up. “C’mere, sweet girl.”

He picked her up, holding her in his arms as she rested her head on his shoulder. It looked natural; it felt natural to him. He felt calm and content as he held her, cuddling her against his chest. She looked content too, happy that he was finally holding her. He started to absentmindedly pace around the room, humming a tune under his breath as he often did, without realising that he was doing it.

“I think she’s falling asleep Luke.” You murmured, watching as her eyes grew heavy as she rubbed her cheek against the soft material of his cream Friends of Friends hoodie. He looked down at her face, noticing that you were right; she was falling asleep. One hand held on to the neck of his hoodie, clinging onto him.

“She’s so sweet.” Luke whispered. He loved that she felt safe with him. Safe enough to fall asleep. You tried to have no expectations; she had only known you for a few weeks, and you had no idea how long it would take for her to get comfortable with the two of you. You knew you had to be patient, and that there was still a long way to go; but seeing Luke hold her as she fell asleep, made you think maybe things would eventually be okay.

“Is it okay if we talk before you leave?”

Sarah popped her head around the door to ask you, knowing it was around Bella’s nap time. She was taken aback when she saw Bella asleep on Luke, but it was a welcomed surprise all the same.

“Wow, what’s your secret Luke? She never falls asleep that easily for me.” She laughed, a knowing smile on her lips that Bella really was warming up to you and him. “I’ll leave you to it. I’ll talk to you on your way out.”

Luke shot you a questioning look, wanting to know whether you were as curious as he was as to what she wanted to talk about. It was hard to tell whether it would be bad or good news, but all you could do was hope for the latter.

You waited until Bella appeared to be in a deep sleep, before Luke set her down to rest properly in her crib. He pulled her blanket around her, making sure her favourite baby doll was near her; he’d come to learn she wouldn’t sleep without it. As he settled her, all he could think about was doing this in your home; getting to put her to bed every night. He wanted to do it; he wanted her in your lives forever.

Luke held his hand out to you, linking your fingers with his as you quietly left her nursery. You loved seeing Luke caring for Bella; seeing them together made your heart melt. He had seemed to take on a fatherly role so quickly, and it made you love him even more.

“Well, you two,” Sarah began, offering a kind smile in your direction as you sat down to talk, in the small office to the side of the reception. “I don’t think you need me to tell you that things with Bella are going well. Really well, actually. Much better than what we usually expect at this point.”

You let her continue, whilst absentmindedly squeezing Luke’s hand in yours.

“We think she may be ready to go home with you,” She announced. You clasped your hand over your mouth, gasping in excitement and relief as she spoke. Luke grinned at her words, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him to kiss your temple in celebration. “We’ll need just one more home visit to make sure her room is ready and safe, but I don’t think we’ll have any issues.”

“That’s amazing news, thank you so much.” Luke replied, standing up to pull Sarah into a hug too. “Thank you for everything that you’ve done.”

“Yeah, we really appreciate it.” You followed in Luke’s lead, hugging Sarah after Luke had pulled away. “You can come and visit whenever you like.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged.”

***

“I can’t believe it’s the last night, just the two of us.”

Your eyes wandered to the crib at the foot of the bed, ready for when Bella would join your family the following day. Sarah suggested she sleep in yours and Luke’s bedroom just for a little while, until she was more settled, in case she woke up scared.

It hadn’t taken long for the back room of the house to be turned into her nursery. You decorated it similar to her room in the home; soft neutral colours, mainly yellows and browns. A teddy bear sat in the crib, one that Luke had bought after you first met her. It matched the theme of the room, and he wanted her to have it as a keepsake.

“It feels like we’ve waited for so long,” Luke replied, absentmindedly rubbing his hand up and down your back, as he usually did when you were cuddling in bed together. It was later than you had hoped to stay up, knowing the next day was a big one, but the thought of your family finally being complete was stopping your mind from letting you relax. “But i’m so glad it’s finally happening.”

“Do you think she’ll be happy here?”

Luke smiled against your temple before dropping a kiss to the same spot.

“I hope so, baby.” He smiled, trying not to overwhelm himself with thoughts of the future. It was a lot. Exciting, yes. But your lives were about to change forever, and he knew you’d have to take it one step at a time. “We’re happy, aren’t we? We’re giving her a stable family. As long as we’re happy, we can make sure that she is too.”

You hoped he was right.

***

“I can’t thank you enough for everything.”

You were trying to hold back the tears as you spoke to Sarah, standing next to Luke’s car as he packed her belongings into the boot. It was home time for Bella; she was finally joining your family. It felt like a long time coming, but you already felt more complete.

Bella seemed unaware of what was going on; resting on your hip, pacifier in her mouth, her baby in her hands. As excited as you and Luke were, you were anxious too. Bella had lived in the home with Sarah for her whole life, it was all she knew — everything was changing for her, and you knew the adjustment period was going to be difficult.

“I know you’ll take great care of her,” Sarah replied, trying to keep her emotions at bay too as she prepared to say goodbye. Bella’s gaze followed Luke as he opened the car door, ready to put her in the newly purchased car seat. It was something she seemed to like doing — you often caught her eyes following Luke. “I couldn’t have found a better family for her to go to.”

It was time to go.

With a kiss to Bella’s forehead, Sarah couldn’t stop the tears that slipped down her cheeks as she said goodbye. They were happy tears, but Bella meant so much to her. It was hard to let go.

“Please keep in touch as often as you like,” Luke told Sarah, pulling her into a hug. “You’re always welcome at our house.”

As Luke said his goodbyes, you set Bella down into the car seat and buckled her in. She looked around, as if she was taking in the new environment. You stroked her cheek reassuringly, making sure she was settled with her baby before turning to Sarah too.

You almost felt bad, but it was for the best. You were giving Bella a family, a permanent home.

“Okay, babe?” Luke squeezed your hand in his when the two of you finally joined Bella in the car, ready to drive home. You decided to sit in the back with her, so she knew you were there. You nodded and waved at Sarah as Luke pulled out of the driveway, saying a final goodbye as you left.

“Well, this is it.” It felt so surreal, that it was actually happening, and you were taking Bella home. It felt like so long since you met her for the first time. “We did it, Lu.”

“Don’t make me cry whilst I’m driving, honey.” Luke chuckled, overwhelmed with the whole situation. He felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders in one sense; he didn’t feel as guilty that he hadn’t been able to give you a child. Even though you had told him countless times not to blame himself or you, he still felt it. “Is she doing okay?”

Bella seemed settled for the moment, sucking on her pacifier and looking down at the baby in her hands, like it was something to focus on. “Yeah, we’re okay, aren’t we precious?”

She looked up at you, seemingly with no emotion on her face before shifting her focus back onto the baby in her grasp. She needed time, she needed to adjust. You had to keep reminding yourself that everything was new to her.

“Okay, here we are.” Luke opened the car door and unclipped Bella from her seat, before scooping her up into his arms.

Home had a completely new meaning now.

She looked around the unfamiliar surroundings from her spot in Luke’s arms. He noticed the uncertainty on her face, dropping a kiss to her cheek in reassurance. “It’s okay, Bella. We’ll show you around, yeah?”

“Sarah did say she likes dogs, right?” You asked, suddenly aware of the fact that she was about to meet Petunia. There was no denying that Petunia could be intimidating, especially to someone the size of Bella.

“I guess we’re about to find out.” Luke replies, unlocking the front door to your home and waiting to hear the sound of Petunia’s paws against the tile floors. “I’ve got her. We’ll see how it goes.”

“Hi, Petunia!” You greeted her as she bounded towards you, curious as to the new member sitting in Luke’s arms. Bella’s big brown eyes landed on Petunia; her grasp on Luke’s shoulder suddenly got much tighter as she seemed to look for protection.

“Hey, it’s okay, Bella.” Luke soothed her, cuddling her close. He loved how she held onto him, like she needed his reassurance. It made him feel wanted, and like she knew he would comfort her. “She’s a big soft baby, I promise. I know she looks scary though.”

Luke knelt down in front of Petunia, holding onto Bella as they became acquainted. Bella showed little interest in Petunia; unsure of the large pet as uncertain eyes looked at her. “Would you like to see your room?”

“Come on, we’ll go on a little house tour.”

There were no guidelines on how best to settle an adopted toddler into your home. You and Luke had spent hours doing endless research, but there was only so much you could read. Every child was different. You had no idea how Bella would adjust, and it was a learning process for all three of you.

You followed behind as Luke spoke to her softly, showing her around the different rooms. He started with the kitchen. In each room he gave her a moment to look around, to take in the surroundings — the place she would call home from now on.

“And here is your room, sweetheart.”

Luke pushed the door open to her nursery; the room that you and he had admired for the past few weeks, since it had been decorated. A room that now belonged to her. It felt like hers, especially now that she was there.

“What do you think, huh?” He asked her, dropping a kiss to her cheek as she looked around. She seemed indifferent, but curious as to the new environment. She didn’t miss the bookshelf in the corner, filled with some of her old favourites as well as new ones you hoped she would like. “Okay, I think I’m boring you now.”

“Shall we have some dinner?” You suggested, moving to run your hands through her hair, pushing it away from her face.

The evening went smoothly; she was happy to sit and eat dinner in her high chair, sat at the end of the table in between you and Luke. However, it seemed to go downhill as it got closer to bedtime.

Bella’s first night at home was rough.

You had changed her into her pyjamas, before taking her into yours and Luke’s shared bedroom, where she would be sleeping. She seemed scared. Almost as if she just realised she would be staying there, and everything was unfamiliar.

“It’s okay, Bella.” You bounced her in your arms, pacing slowly around the bedroom as she cried against your shoulder. She was tired. The more tired she got, the more upset she got, which was difficult as time went on. “You’re so sleepy.”

You sat on the edge of the bed, needing a break from the pacing. Luke laid on his side of the bed, and had been taking in the whole situation; concerned for how unsettled she seemed. Bella pushed away from you, crawling to lay in the middle of the bed. She rubbed her face against the soft comforter, wailing as she tried to decide what she wanted.

“I don’t know what we should do, Luke.” You admitted, finding it difficult to not pick Bella up again as she tried to comfort herself.

“Maybe we just need to let her do whatever she seems to want to do.” Luke replied, anxiously biting his lip as he watched her. He hated not knowing what to do either, but he tried to think rationally. Sarah had warned you both that she got upset at times, and you had to let her deal with it. It just hurt him that he wasn’t able to comfort her. “She’ll probably tire herself out.”

“I hate just listening to her cry though.” You dimmed the lights in your bedroom a little further, hoping to create a calm atmosphere that would calm her down. You headed to the nursery to grab her a fresh pacifier, her doll as well as her favourite blanket; wanting to surround her with as much familiarity as you could.

“Hey,” Luke spoke in the softest voice he could, almost at a whisper. He moved further down the bed, not wanting to get too close to her, but he wanted her to know he was there. He patted her back gently, trying to get her attention and offer reassurance at the same time. “You’re okay, Bella. I know you’re so tired. Do you want to cuddle?”

She sat up and rubbed her eyes once more, a clear indication that she was close to falling asleep. She didn’t know what she wanted, or how to feel. She didn’t know if she was safe. Everything was different to her — it was her first night sleeping somewhere other than the place she had called home for her whole life. It was a lot for her to take in.

“Here, angel.” You offered her a pacifier which she took, as well as reaching out for her doll that she loved. Her tears didn’t stop, though. She hiccuped around the pacifier and sniffled heavily, as she continued to fight sleep.

“Come and lay here with me babe.” Luke kept his tone soft as he spoke to you. He wanted to lay low. He knew that babies pick up on body language, and if she could sense that you were stressed, she would be too. “I think we just need to try and relax, it might calm her down.”

You nodded, agreeing with his suggestion. Laying next to Luke on your bed, you couldn’t help but feel sad for the baby laid in front of you. It hurt to see her too unsettled; all you wanted was for her to feel safe. It would take time, but seeing her this way made it all the more difficult.

It felt like hours had gone by, when in reality it had only been 30 minutes. You laid in Luke’s arms as she cried. You chatted in small bursts as he absentmindedly rubbed your back, knowing that you were anxious. He wasn’t sure what else to do, other than wait it out.

Moments later, it was as if Bella had decided that she was too tired to cry for any longer. Even though the room was a new environment for her, she knew your face, as well as Luke’s. She knew you wouldn’t hurt her, after being nothing but kind to her in every visit over the past month. More than anything, she was tired.

You didn’t make any sudden movements as she lifted her head from the comforter, her eyes struggling to open as she looked at the two of you.

“There you are,” Luke murmured to her, sitting up in the bed slightly. He wasn’t sure what she was about to do next. She pushed herself into a sitting position, sniffling heavily as she tried to stay awake. The pacifier in her mouth almost slipped through her lips, as holding it in seemed like too much effort. “Sleepy girl. Shall we get some rest?”

She reached her arms out to him, as if crawling wasn’t an option when she was so beyond tired. Luke sighed in relief that she wanted him, wanted some kind of comfort. He didn’t hesitate to pick her up gently, and bring her to the head of the bed, in between you both.

“See, you’re okay.” He whispered to her, laying down and letting her get comfortable. He wrapped his arm around her, letting her lay however she wanted. She opted for snuggling into his side, her small arms wrapped around the doll in her arms as she finally gave into the exhaustion that she felt.

Everything felt calm once more.

You rested your head next to Luke’s, on his pillow. Gently wiping a tear from Bella’s soft cheek, Luke’s gaze caught yours, simultaneously in relief and concern.

“This isn’t going to be easy, is it?”

Luke had always been naïve. If he thought any part of this process would be easy, he was wrong. It would be one of the very few times that he wasn’t right.

“No, it’s not.” You replied, rubbing your own tired eyes as you realised how draining the day had really been. “There’s a lot more of this to come. I think she’s worth it though.”

Luke nodded, comforted by the sound of Bella’s soft breathing against his shoulder. Looking at her fast asleep, everything seemed so simple. In the late hour, everything felt calm, and like she was going to be okay. Yet he knew as soon as she woke up, there would be a wealth of new challenges all over again.

“Definitely worth it.”

He meant every word. He just wanted to show Bella the love that she had been missing out on, for her whole life. Love that a parent should feel towards their children.

“We’re parents now. That’s terrifying, isn’t it?” You were thinking out loud. The day has been so chaotic, that you’d had no time to truly take that in. Your focus had been entirely on Bella for the past month, since you had met her for the first time.

Now she was here, in your home, it felt real.

“I guess it is,” Luke replied, realising that he hadn’t really thought of it either. “But think of how long we’ve waited to be able to call ourselves that.”

“You’re right.”

Nights that had once been full of pain, tears, and endless questions of why things had to be this way, had changed to acknowledging that maybe, things were always meant to work out like this.

“We got our family, babe.”

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Things I learned while re-watching Star Plus Mahabharata (Part 16/many):

1) As ever with Duryodhan, I cannot disagree with anything he says.

2) Oh god. This scene. Panchali’s curse. Her walking away as Arjun looks on. Gold.

3) Not sure I like this new version of Krishna seekh.

4) Also we have not seen Krishna fight once in this battle of Dwarka vs the King of Shalva.

5) I also don’t like crying Krishna. Not saying he can’t. But I can’t take him seriously when he cries. I need him to be infinitely more chill than SRJ is being right now.

6) Ah, Arjun swearing at the Kurus. A+ 10/10.

7) Oh my fucking god, Subhadra’s opening line to Arjun: how could you let this happen? I expect nothing less from her.

8) Madhav is back now, after chilling in his war. He’s still in a self-driven chariot.

9) Wow, he’s so pissed at the Pandavas and rightfully so.

10) Draupadi telling Krishna that she’s become impure. And anyone who comes near her would also become impure. No. NO. Every woman in the world knows this feeling.

11) Okay, first of all, Krishna, you moonlighting feminist, the first thing you should tell Draupadi is that she has not become malin because of what Duryodhana and Dushasan did. This is on them, not on her. I cannot but compare StarBharat with BR Chopra Mahabharat, the comparisons come very easily to me. And the truth is, they just did some things better.

12) Draupadi’s now fallen at his feet. Krishna is just like, Lord give me strength.

13) This scene is important because I feel like for once Krishna is putting his grand plans on hold for one second to give Draupadi back her peace of mind. Because first and foremost, the Lord is kind to those who follow him.

14) It’s so nice that StarBharat has shown this sort of sisterly solidarity between Draupadi and Subhadra, which is so important.

15) Draupadi is not even remotely impressed by Yudhishthira’s theatrics.

16) Draupadi’s pratigya makes her sound like Bhishma. Intentional or unintentional.

17) I cannot imagine Subhadra watching idly by as the Pandavas and Draupadi walk to the forest. I’m sure she put up a fight against her brothers to be allowed to go.

18) Speaking of, where is Balaram in all of this? His cousins are heading for vanvas and he is still chilling in Dwarka? Unrealistic.

19) Oh nice, Abhimanyu hasn’t even been born yet but somehow Krishna has managed to name him.

20) That scene where Arjun stops Subhadra from touching his feet. Some of StarBharat’s dialogueless scenes are just as touching.

21) Krishna’s glare as Shakuni enters the Indraprastha palace lmaoo.

22) A well executed scene but the watering hole scene happens only towards the end of the 12-year vanvas period.

23) This is hilarious. Yudhishthira is basically like Krishna is going to whoop my ass if I let something else happen to Panchali.

24) Oh god. Everyone loves Arjun the most. But I think Yudhishthira loves Bhim the most.

25) It’s time for Yudhishthira to meet his bio daddy!

26) Arjun doing tapasya for Shiv is my jam.

27) Bhim is such a cutie.

28) This Hanuman story is different though, right? Something to do with some lotus for Draupadi.

29) Is Hanuman a Yadav? He wears the same tilak. Or is this some Ram/Krishna connection we don’t quite know about.

30) I love Hanuman’s character! He’s so playful. And also the Hanuman Chalisa in the background score.

31) Oh so Hanuman knows that Krishna is Ram/Vishnu avatar and says he will chill on the chariot that’s being manned by God.

32) Oh no they never told us about the magic bowl Draupadi had that was gifted to her by Surya Dev which gave them unlimited food.

33) Also, do the Pandavas and Karna ever realise that they are all ‘gifts’ of Durvasa.

34) Krishna creeping in the background like some mega creep 😂

35) This is a conversation for another time but some day we need to talk about the incessant whitewashing of our gods such as Ram and Krishna in modern mythological serials. Also of Draupadi/Dhrishtadyumna/Arjun—basically anyone who’s described in canon as dark. There is some modern fetish for fair-skinned gods that just doesn’t sit right. I miss the dark-skinned Aruns and Nitishs.

36) Durvasa is still not impressed by Krishna. This man is literally god.

37) Arjun is fishing.

38) Oh nice, Indra is also here. Old gods and new.

39) Not sure whether I like this Shiv. Shiv in general I love.

40) Aaaand Jayadrath is here. Can’t wait for this guy to die in tomorrow’s BR Chopra Mahabharat episode.

41) Duryodhan low key throwing shade at Jayadrath is my jam.

42) Really, what does Dushala see in this man?

43) Kaun ho tum? Really? Draupadi doesn’t know her own brother-in-law? That seems highly unlikely.

44) Why is Arjun wasting time with all this trash talk?

45) Arjun is having a lot of second thoughts about keeping Jayadrath alive for Dushala’s sake but this is going to change very quickly during the war. Also Nakul rightfully points out that this man will give grief to Arjun later on.

46) This is by far the worst and most inaccurate map of Aryavarta to ever exist.

47) Oh no Jayadrath’s hair makeup is so not on point at this moment.

48) Mamashri Shakuni is literally fortune telling at this point and this is my jam.

49) So it’s canon that both Shakuni and Krishna are Slytherins, right? Yet they are the two most diametrically opposite Slytherins we have ever seen.

50) Also I want to see Dushala but these shows never give me what I want. When I make the Mahabharata I will make sure the women get equal and opposite screen time and character development as the men.

51) Yudhishthira is getting on my nerves.

52) This Draupadi is infinitely nicer than BR Chopra Mahabharat’s Roopa Ganguli who used to give it to her husbands every opportunity she got.

53) I also have lots of complaints. They didn’t show Dhrishtadyumna taking Draupadi’s sons home to Panchal to raise them.

54) They didn’t show Arjun chilling with his bio dad in heaven! They didn’t show Urvashi hitting on him and him rejecting her advances! Then she curses him, causing him to lose his manhood. And then she reverses the curse after Indra begs her and she limits it to lost manhood for one year of his choosing. That’s how Arjun uses the Brihannala guise for a year during agyaatvaas!

55) Shakuni training himself to think like Krishna. Looool.

56) Nakul bullying children is my jam.

57) Clearly this sattoo ke laddoo business is some sort of secret code amongst the Pandavas.

58) At least Uttar and Uttara are aptly shown as young teenagers.

59) My fav is back! Brihannala! 😍

60) Also what is this face covering nonsense by Sairindhri?! Women in the Later Vedic Age did not cover their faces or their heads behind purdah!!!

61) The Pandavas meeting together after a long time is giving me hope! This is what it’s going to be like when lockdown is over and I meet my friends 😭😭😭

62) This Keechak guy looks evil but I can’t take him seriously because his voice makes him sound like a prepubescent boy.

63) What is this casual classism from Keechak? Like Jesus, what a dirtbag.

64) Again there was no ghunghat back in those days?!?!

65) But iss Keechak ne toh consent ki maa behen kar di.

66) How happy the Pandavas are to see Panchali! Arjun the most, perhaps 😍

67) Virat making a dig at Dushasan. I’m here for this tea.

68) I can’t take Keechak seriously because of his voice.

69) This logic whereby if Draupadi has five husbands so she can have one more—like I will never understand this! She consented to five and no more???

70) Brihannala, my one true fav, is back!

71) Keechak vadh is my favourite episode, behind Shishupal vadh and Jayadrath vadh. Do you see the pattern?

72) Why is Draupadi here? I wanted to see Bhim’s giant form hidden as a lump under a blanket, enticing Keechak.

73) Bhim is here! 😍 Seriously, no one loves Panchali as much as Bhim does. Arjun toh is smitten by our Yadav homegirl.

74) Now Arjun is going to do his tandav dance. This should distract the others from the noise nicely.

75) Oh nice. Nakul and Sahadev are also participating.

76) Predictably, Jyesth Bhrata, Yudhishthira, is not invited to this Keechak vadh party.

77) King Virat is like oh no what a loss.

78) Yudhishthira looks pissed, as always, when his brothers have done something good.

79) Haha. Duryodhan has caught on to the fact that Bhishma is trying desperately to stall so that the Pandavas are not found out.

81) Now Duryodhan is now accusing Vidur of partiality. Again, he is not wrong. I’m so impressed by how well his character has been written. Not one word he says is incorrect.

82) Nice. Duryodhan has his father wrapped around his little finger. He knows exactly how to manipulate him so that Dhritarashtra rises to the bait.

83) After all these centuries Bhishma realises that Shakuni is after the destruction of Hastinapur.

84) Shakuni is admitting now that all of this is revenge for Gandhari. Oh man. Do you think Bhishma knew that the Mahabharat was the result of his poorly executed actions (intentional or otherwise)?

85) King Virat is so smart. I like him. I’m going to be so sad when he dies.

86) Brihannala is going to stay behind. Great. It’s so interesting to see this story in retrospect (which is how it’s told to Janamajeya and Vajra) in the first place.

87) I like Virat with open hair.

88) What the hell is this? I cannot be attracted to Pitamaha Bhishma and Mama Shakuni with their open hair and battle armour?! Adharm!

89) Oh what a cool sundial!

90) I’m glad they showed Uttar as nothing more than a teenager.

91) Mama Shakuni is so fit.

92) Do you think Bhishma recognises Arjun as Uttar’s chariot?

93) Poor Uttar is probably shitting his pants.

94) Arjun praying to Agni Dev to return his Gandiv. Old gods to the rescue.

95) This background score! It’s my absolute favourite! Parthasya Dhananjaya! My fav song on my fav, Arjun 😍

96) Bhishma looks thoroughly pleased. He recognises the sound of the Gandiv’s twang.

97) Now they will fight about the authenticity of the calendar. They should go to a calendar expert.

98) Bhishma looks proper chuffed at Arjun. How on earth will they fight against each other in the Great War?

99) Oh man, Karna is here. Ugh.

100) Karna is here to trash talk as per usual. Oh god both these men are useless. Fight no instead of talking so much.

101) Oh man, the charioteer’s son has been thrown from his chariot but not before taking a shot at Arjun.

102) Ah Karna’s divine armour makes an appearance!

103) Oh shit, this just got real! They’re calling on divine weapons!

104) Bhishma steps in. Of course.

105) Duryodhan’s hah! 😂😂

106) Arjun crying that if he is responsible for Bhishma’s death, it will be hell on earth for him. Oh, Arjun. You must still suffer, a lot.

107) Arjun’s threat, that all the Pandavas will come to avenge Draupadi’s insult. Yes. 100%. I hope in this yug even if men are not punished for their crimes against women on earth, they will suffer forever in hell for their misdeeds.

108) The Pandavas and Draupadi are ready. It’s time for the Great War. It’s time for Mahabharat.

#mahabharata #mahbharat #starbharat #siwt #starbharat recap

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kpophours · 5 years

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a very necessary guide to SF9

so. let’s talk about these underrated kings. be prepared for rambling. I just love them too much. my favorite boys, 10/10 would recommend stanning them.

some basic information

9 members (5 vocals, 4 rappers, 9 dancers and 9 visuals just stating the facts)

SF9 stands for Sensational Feeling 9

debuted on October 5, 2016 with Fanfare (still a BOP)

currently under FNC Entertainment and actually their first male dance group

their official fandom name is Fantasy (such a good name, honestly) and the official color is Fantasia Hologram (aka the p r e t t i e s t).

debuted after winning a survival show called Dance or Band (they participated as the dance team; the band team debuted as Honeyst in 2017)

7 mini albums so far with RPM being their latest comeback

... now onto the members (buckle up)!

Youngbin

Kim Youngbin, born on November 23, 1993

LeaderBin aka the Dad™

very charismatic, be prepared for some really intense eye contact (two words: stage presence)

rapper (highest rapping voice out of the four of them)

D A N C E R (a former 1MILLION dance studio trainee), so he‘s obviously 1/3 of sf9′s extremely talented dance line

also 1/3 of hyung line

cutest eye-smile (so soft) + cutest giggle™

rocked his red hair and looks amazing with slightly curled hair (do not fight me on this)

is tattooed (very p r e t t y)

threatens everyone’s bias at least once

gives amazing (and unnecessary long) pep talks together with Jaeyoon (just let the other boys sleep, please)

gazes so, so fondly at all his members in pretty much every video (no, I will NOT cry)

Jaeyoon is his roommate and secret wife.

Inseong

Kim Inseong, born on July 12, 1993

the oldest (not mentally) aka the Grandpa™

main vocal (those HIGH NOTES, damn). extremely steady voice.

unique beauty. looks a bit like a desert fox (according to himself and everyone with a pair of functioning eyes).

1/3 of extra line (see and hear three loud idiots in all their videos? yep, that’s him ft. Jaeyoon and Dawon)

also 2/3 of hyung line

v e r y intelligent and educated (holds a degree in Journalism and Communication) but also stupid

owner of an extremely cute smile

t h i g h s i am not weak or biased at all

SF9’s designated English speaker (used to live in London for a year)

amazing winking-ability, 10/10 will leave you weak-kneed

King of Lies. he’ll probably never pass a lie detector test. but it’s okay we still love him.

is left-handed and really good at drawing

married to Jaeyoon (it‘s complicated).

Jaeyoon

Lee Jaeyoon, born on August 9, 1994

3/3 of hyung line

honey voice (aka OST King)

d i m p l e s.

blindingly white teeth. the most beautiful smile (canines!).

very proud of his hips and butt (as he should be).

his actual name is Ethan

likes to work out and is f i t (he ended all Fantasies during rpm promotions, so thanks for that)

King of girl group dances and in charge of sexy (Zumba) dances

a fuc ki ng tease (again, rip all Fantasies during the UNIXERSE rpm stage)

2/3 of extra line (shares one brain cell with Inseong and Dawon. they don’t use it very often.)

had a pink undercut during the Mamma Mia era and probably made people cry with his outstanding beauty. again, i’m not biased at all

seems a bit shy and quiet at first. don’t be fooled. he is loud and will come for you.

married to both Inseong and Youngbin.

Dawon

Lee Sanghyuk, born on July 24, 1995

oh boy... such a bundle of utter chaos.

e x t r a (3/3 of extra line and probably their President™)

hear something loud and annoying in the background? it’s probably (most definitely) Dawon (helped by the other 2/3 of extra line)

a unique and beautiful voice (he needs more lines or else I’ll throw hands) - rapping, singing, screaming, he can do it all.

a fucking tease 2.0 (seriously, he and Jaeyoon need to be stopped)

Bruce Lee impressions on point

has tattoos

such a meme-face but also so handsome, like H O W

looks amazing and so soft with curly hair must protect

had so many different hair styles during their Mamma Mia promotions, rip his hair (and rip to all new Fantasies trying to keep track lol)

actually very soft. cried when Inseong surprised them during their UNIXERSE concert (which our Grandpa couldn’t participate in due to an injury)

likes to bully Taeyang.

Zuho

Baek Juho, born on July 4, 1996

Mr. Deep Ass Voice™

“my nose is my swag“

such a good dancer, definitely underappreciated.

looks intimidating at first, but is actually the softest (d u a l i t y)

the best cat dad (Huru has yet to accept his undying love for him though)

composes/produces own songs (@FNC: please, I’m b e g g i n g you to finally put Champagne on an album) and writes lyrics for a lot of sf9′s songs

didn‘t participate in most of their Enough promotions due to his (still ongoing) back problems (#FNCletZuhoRestChallenge2019)

a dork and meme and honestly just so, so cute and lovable

social butterfly (seriously, he‘s friends with literally e v e r y idol out there)

composed a (love) letter to Fantasy while driving a car with Hwiyoung, Taeyang and Dawon sleeping in the passenger and backseat yes I cried

a scaredy cat (ran away and left his members behind when he got scared by a staff member during their Trip with Fantasy)

Rowoon

Kim Seokwoo, born on August 7, 1996

yes he‘s a Tree™. is made up of 90% unnecessary long legs.

main vocal 2.0

1/2 of actor line

very handsome, I know (but he‘s so much more than just his good looks)

a devoted mom of 8

loves all Chanis and not-Chanis equally

almost had a mental breakdown because he managed to hit Chani’s face with a football which resulted in his precious maknae getting a nosebleed

always hugging and kissing and generally just smothering all members with his endless love and affection (especially Chani)

(t) h o t and knows it (very shy with fanboys though)

has literally only one selfie angle he uses rigorously

his One True Talent™ is staring sexily into the camera and doing nothing else because yes, he’s just that handsome

tries to be funny and fails most of the time, but he‘s cute so it’s okay.

Taeyang

Yoo Taeyang, born on February 28, 1997

undercover main vocal (has almost as many lines as Inseong and Rowoon)

best dancer, period. his entire body is probably made out of water. such. fluid. moves. - 2/3 of dance line, often in charge of choreographies.

also 1/3 of maknae line

speaks in ᵀᴵᴺʸ ᶠᴼᴺᵀ

the literal Sun™, his smile has healing properties.

has great hair and pushes it back a lot during his dance moves

a flower boy (literally. wanted to become a florist before debuting as an idol)

looks a bit like Lee Dongwook aka The Reaper from Goblin

you think he‘s soft? uh, sure, yeah. but is also s a v a g e (the personification of that then perish meme)

has a... unique way of drying his hair (ask Dawon, he‘ll show you. even if you don’t want him to, Dawon will show you)

gets bullied by Dawon. bullies him back. very spot-on impressions of Mr. Extraness (as seen on their Weekly Idol episode)

soulmates and married to Hwiyoung, I don’t make the rules.

Hwiyoung

Kim Youngkyun, born May 11, 1999

rapper and Mr. Charismatic™

yes he is that guy from their Now or Never mv

looks bad-ass but is a certified baby boy (2/3 of maknae line)

cute without trying and is actually a cat

has literally the best gummy smile which he used to hide behind his hands (but his hyungs encouraged him so much and now he smiles openly, I am not crying, you are)

grew up so suddenly and had long hair out of nowhere and left everyone sh o ok (should definitely be in a shampoo commercial)

composes songs. put one on SoundCloud just very recently. writes lyrics for a lot of sf9′s songs.

cried during their survival show when he got scolded for continuing to mess up the choreography and had to be hugged by Youngbin (who really is the best dad™)

King of the Cleopatra game thanks to his dolphin screams should probably be part of vocal line

pretended to not recognize his soulmate and roommate aka Taeyang when he had to guess his members from their hands while wearing a blindfold. Taeyang will probably never recover from this betrayal and is most definitely still whining about it.

Chani

Kang Chanhee, born on January 17, 2000

deep ass voice 2.0

d a n c e r (his little solo dance in Now or Never will forever be superior), 3/3 of dance line

Evil Maknae™ (3/3 of maknae line)

2/2 of actor line (yes he‘s that boy from Sky Castle)

speaks fluent duck

Taemin‘s Nº fanboy (literally knows his blood type, like... wow okay)

can‘t remember any of the members birthdays (he actually thought Youngbin was born in August when his birthday is literally in the middle of Winter. Leaderbin was hurt).

always looks like a smol bean, but everyone else is just ridiculously tall

had bright orange hair once only for about one second though lol

constantly smothered with love and hugs from Rowoon and pretends to hates it

has all his hyungs wrapped around his finger and knows it (they‘re all whipped for him, especially when he’s doing aegyo)

has a lot of hair aka (my favorite) coconut head (#freehisforehead2019)

looks expressionless and tired 24/7 (a whole mood and true gen z)

some videos to watch

all of their mv’s of course

literally every comeback stage

the suit versions of Now or Never and RPM

the ghost prank/horror version of Now or Never (I cried laughing)

this really cute Dingo Music version of Enough

basically all their dance practices, but especially K.O. (we all know they should have gone viral with that choreography)

their adorable pajama version of Different

them performing RPM on a treadmill (Chani is a mood™ and Inseong’s grandpa waddle is so cute)

these stunning acoustic versions of their songs brought to you by 2/3 of extra line + The Tree™

their kcon New York 2019 performance (+ their cover of Love Shot)

their reality show Trip with Fantasy

them dancing to O Sole Mio ft. Ostriches

their episodes on Weekly Idol and Idol Room

their girl group cover dance battle on Weekly Idol (ft. Cross Gene)

Rowoon and Inseong on Masked Singer

Dawon on Weekly Idol as part of the Masked Idol segment

the Now or Never choreography ft. dance line and the 1MILLION dance crew

them covering BTS’ Boy in Luv + EXO’s Call Me Baby

the Idol Dance Cover Challenge of Love Shot (ft. Astro, The Boyz and CIX)

this interview (I mean, that title alone... lol)

those are just a few of my favorite videos - there’s so much more content out there, so you’ll definitely never starve, lol.

I could literally ramble on about these nine incredible men for hours on end.

But this will be the end of my guide (it’s long enough already, lol).

Stan SF9 for (clear skin and good grades) nine hard-working and so, so talented individuals with amazing voices, incredible dance moves, outstanding visuals, chaotic energies and a lot of meme-worthiness.

You won’t regret it, I promise.

(Don’t worry, Rowoon(’s face) is okay).

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thelastspeecher · 5 years

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Superhero/villain AU - Heroic

Okay, the title is really vague because I wanted to avoid spoilers, but I’m gonna have to do a spoiler or two bc this particular ficlet requires trigger warnings! Hooray! So here’s an intense ficlet inspired by a hot button issue in my home country (the US of A), in which Emmett rises to the occasion, making both his parents proud and angry at the same time.

TW: Gun violence, school shooting situation (no injuries or deaths, don’t worry)

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Emmett looked up from his comic book when his mom turned off her favorite John Denver CD.

“What in the world…” Angie said faintly. Emmett looked out the window. His eyes widened. He sat up straighter. Every day, one of his parents would pick him up from school and then go pick up Emily, since her school let out half an hour later. He’d gotten used to the routine. The police cars parked outside Emily’s school and crowd of people milling around was most definitely not part of that routine.

“What’s going on?” Emmett asked.

“I’m not sure, hon,” Angie said. Emmett continued to stare out the window. A familiar shade of orange caught his eye.

“Is that Dad?”

“Looks like.” Angie’s voice was carefully controlled. Emmett watched his father, who was in his full hero gear, animatedly conversing with a police officer. The car came to a stop. “Stay in the car, Emmett.”

“But what if Emily’s-”

“Emily can take care of herself. You know that.”

“But-”

“Emmett Stanley McGucket, this is not up fer debate. Yer goin’ to stay in here until I find out what’s goin’ on, understand?” Angie snapped.

“…Yes, Ma,” Emmett mumbled.

“Good.” Angie got out of the car. Once she was engrossed in conversation with a police officer, Emmett silently opened his car door and exited. He snuck as close as he could without attracting attention, but still couldn’t make out what Angie was saying.

“Dangit,” Emmett muttered.

“Hey, kid,” a voice said. Emmett spun around. A police officer was approaching him. Emmett discretely slid off his power dampener. “You can’t be here. Go back to-”

“You don’t see me,” Emmett instructed the police officer. The police officer’s eyes glazed over. He stood silently, limp as a rag doll.

Oops. Emmett glanced back at his mom, who was still arguing with a police officer. Hang on. This might work. Emmett turned his attention back to the police officer he was commanding.

“Turn on your radio and give it to me,” he said. The police officer handed him his radio. “Go over there.” Emmett pointed at the small cluster of people that included Angie. “Turn on someone else’s radio. Discretely.” The police officer lumbered away, following Emmett’s instructions. The radio Emmett was holding crackled on.

“I demand to know what is goin’ on,” Angie’s voice said.

Yes! It worked! Emmett grinned. I can’t believe it! He looked up from the radio to see his dad walking over to Angie. This won’t go well.

“Ma’am, you need to leave,” Stan said gruffly. Emmett winced.

It’s so awkward whenever they have to interact and one of ‘em is masked but the other isn’t. Angie crossed her arms.

“I won’t. Not until I get some answers,” she said firmly. “Tell me what is happenin’. My daughter’s in that buildin’!”

“I-” Stan started. He rubbed his face. “There’s a gunman situation.” Emmett’s heart plummeted to his feet. “We were able to evacuate most of the children safely, but the gunman is holding one class hostage.”

“Which class?” Angie asked. Stan looked away. “Which class?” Angie’s voice broke.

“Seventh period Advanced Chemistry,” Stan said quietly. Angie covered her mouth with one hand.

Emily’s in that class! Emmett gripped the radio. That’s it. I can’t just stay out here and do nothin’!

“Tell me now what steps yer takin’ to rectify the situation,” Angie demanded. Her voice shook with emotion, but carried, attracting attention. Emmett swallowed.

It’s go time. While his mom was occupying the attention of everyone, Emmett silently slipped past the line of police officers. He sprinted towards the school. Before he could make it to the front doors, he was tackled to the ground.

“Kid, what the hell are you-” began the police officer holding Emmett down. Emmett met his eyes.

“Let me go,” he commanded. “You didn’t see me.” Like before, the officer’s eyes glazed over. He silently released Emmett from his grip. Emmett got up. He looked over at the officer he had commanded earlier. The man was shaking his head like he’d just woken up from a deep dream. Emmett broke into a cold sweat.

I can only control one person at a time. They’re gonna realize where I am. This is my only shot. Emmett jumped to his feet, bolted the remaining few feet to the front doors, and ducked inside. Immediately, the radio he was holding crackled. The sound echoed strangely in the mostly empty school.

“Emmett!” Angie’s voice screamed, startling Emmett so much he almost dropped the radio.

“H-hi, Ma,” Emmett said weakly.

“Emmett, get back here, right now,” Angie snarled.

“How the hell did you do that, kid?” demanded the voice of the first police officer Emmett had controlled.

“It’s- it’s a long story, sir.”

“And it’s irrelevant at this juncture,” Stan’s voice said. Emmett swallowed nervously.

Oh, no. Dad only uses fancy words like “juncture” when he’s pissed. Emmett began to walk through the deserted halls, disconcerted by the book bags and notebooks on the floor, dropped when people were running. I’m gonna be grounded until I’m eighteen.

“What matters is that we’ve got an innocent, harmless kid who managed to get into a dangerous active crime scene,” Stan continued. Emmett huffed.

“I’m not harmless,” he muttered.

“Emmett,” Angie said in a warning tone.

“Kid, leave the school, now,” Stan demanded.

“No.”

“Boy, if you don’t-” Angie started.

“My twin sister is being held hostage, okay? I’m not gonna sit in the car and do nothin’, Ma!”

“Rethink your decisions,” Stan said.

“No. I know what I’m doin’,” Emmett said firmly. Muffled noises sounded over the radio.

“Ma’am, please don’t make me arrest you,” said one of the police officers.

“I’ll take care of her,” Stan said. “You just keep talking to the kid, okay? Don’t let him turn off the radio.”

Shoot! That’s right, I should turn off the radio. Otherwise, that person with a gun ‘ll hear me comin’. His hands shaking, Emmett turned the radio off. A dead silence fell. Not the best adjective to use right now, ‘Met. He came to a stop and strained his ears. Faintly, he could make out vague sounds coming from down the hall. Okay. Okay. You’re actually pretty close. He continued to stand still in the hall, every inch shaking with nerves. Move, dammit! Emily’s counting on you! Emmett took a step. C’mon!

Still shaking, Emmett managed to walk down the hall. He stopped outside the only classroom with a closed door. Through the door’s window, he could see Emily, pressed up against one of the classroom’s walls. She looked up. Her eyes widened.

“Emmett?” she mouthed. Emmett nodded.

“Send him out here,” Emmett mouthed back. Emily’s eyes widened further. She shook her head. Emmett nodded. Emily grimaced.

“Fine,” she mouthed. She looked at something that Emmett couldn’t see, most likely the gunman.

“Hey, uh, I think I heard somethin’.” Emily’s voice was loud enough that Emmett could hear it through the closed door. “Somethin’ out in the hall.” A muffled voice replied. “It’s not. I’m serious.” Footsteps sounded. The door burst open, revealing a teenage boy Emmett’s age, holding a rifle not unlike the ones Emmett’s relatives used to kill foxes that got too close to the henhouse. Before the boy could raise his gun, Emmett spoke.

“Stop.” Emmett focused as much of his power into his voice as he possibly could. The boy froze. “Let go of yer weapon.” The boy dropped the gun like it was red hot. “Kick it over to me.” The boy did as he was told. Emmett picked up the gun, then tossed it over the boy’s head. A gust of wind carried the gun to Emily, who caught it in her hands. Emmett then released the command. The boy’s eyes cleared from the haze they got when under Emmett’s control.

“Who- how-” the boy started. Emmett swallowed.

“Look. I could force you to give yourself up,” he started. His voice shook, betraying his continued anxiety about the situation. The boy straightened his back.

“Oh yeah? How?”

“Well, fer starters, my sister has your gun now. And our ma’s been teachin’ us how to properly operate firearms since we could crawl.” Emmett nodded at Emily. The boy turned around. He saw Emily brandishing the gun and paled. “So yeah, I could force ya. But I shouldn’t have to. And I don’t want to. You did a bad thing.” The boy’s shoulders fell. “You know it. So do what ya can to rectify it. Give yourself up.” Emmett put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “I’ll walk out with ya.” After a moment, the boy nodded. “C’mon.”

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“You’re grounded until you’re eighteen, kid,” Stan said, his voice muffled by the tight hug. By the time Emmett and all the students had emerged from the school, Stan had gone home to change out of his spandex so that he could be there not as the superhero Flamethrower, but Emily and Emmett’s dad. Emmett and Emily were currently wrapping in a tight hug by both their parents.

“I figured,” Emmett replied. Angie broke off the hug to cup Emmett’s face in her hands.

“Emmett, that was incredibly brave,” she said sincerely. Emmett smiled. “But it was also incredibly dumb.”

“Easily the dumbest thing I’ve seen any of you kids do,” Stan added. “And that’s saying something.” Emmett shrugged. “Sport, if it wasn’t for your power, you’d be in deep shit. You realize that, right?”

“Yeah.” Emmett rubbed the back of his neck. “I know.”

“Emmett got the guy to give himself up without using his power, though,” Emily said. “Yeah, he used it to get the gun away, but after that, he talked the guy down.” Angie put a hand over her heart. Stan’s eyes welled with tears.

“Dad, don’t cry,” Emmett said.

“I’m not crying,” Stan grunted. “It’s just- it’s allergy season, y’know.”

“No, it’s not,” Angie said. She kissed Emmett’s forehead, something she had to stand on her tiptoes to do, now that he was taller than her. “Honey, I can’t decide whether to be proud of ya or profoundly furious with ya. Which is part of bein’ a parent, I s’ppose.” She frowned at Emmett. “Seriously, though, if ya ever try somethin’ like this again-”

“Not planning on it.”

“Well, not until you become a hero like your old man, right?” Stan asked, jovially elbowing Emmett. Emmett shrugged. “Aw, c’mon. That was pure heroism, what you just did.”

“I know, but…” Emmett looked away. “It was really scary.”

“Yeah, that never goes away. It never stops being scary,” Stan said breezily. Emmett grimaced. “What makes a hero is doing the right thing, even though you’re scared.”

“Yeah…” Emmett nudged the ground with his toe. “I’m not really in the mood fer one of your motivational speeches, Dad. I’m a bit…I just wanna go home.” His voice became smaller with every word. Stan wrapped his arm around Emmett’s shoulders and squeezed.

“You got it, kiddo. But maybe we can stop for a treat on the way? I think a hero deserves some ice cream.”

“I agree,” Angie said.

“Yup,” Emily said. Emmett managed a small smile.

“I’m not one to turn down ice cream,” he said. Stan grinned at him.

“That’s my boy.”

#oooooof this had content a bit heavier than I usually write #but I'm proud of how it turned out nonetheless.#Superhero/villain AU #Emmett McGucket #Angie McGucket #Stanley Pines #Emily Pines #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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Dragon Ball 242

You know, if you had asked me a year ago, I would have said the Majin Buu Saga was better than the Babidi Saga, mostly because the Majin Buu Saga has Buu in it, along with Super Saiyan 3 Goku, Vegeta blowing himself up, Gotenks’ first appearance, etc.

But now I’m starting to think the Babidi Saga was the better of the two. It set up a clear goal and the heroes completely failed to prevent Babidi from reaching it. The Mr. Satan/18/MightyMask stuff kind of got in the way at times, but it was never boring to watch. It made good use of eleven episodes.

That’s not to say that the Majin Buu Saga is bad at all. It’s really good too, just not as good as Babidi, or the Fusion Saga that follows it. You can break it down into these segments.

232-237: Buu clobbers everyone at Babidi’s spaceship.

238-244: No one really knows what to do about Buu.

245-253: The good guys finally settle into a general path forward.

It feels a lot like driving on an interstate highway in Indiana. Not I-65, though. I mean a good highway, like I-64 with no traffic. And you’ve got some good stuff to listen to on the radio. Actually, this may not be an analogy at all, because I used to have a mix tape with the opening audio from Episode 245 on it, and I listened to it on a lot of long drives through these same roads.

The point I’m trying to get at is that this title card could apply to any one of at least six episodes. Goku doesn’t actually teach the boys fusion until episode 247, which continues into 248, and the boys don’t succeed until 251. I guess “Gohan revived” is a fairly unique event for this episode, but the Kai’s been hinting at his “other method” across multiple episodes, and that concept doesn’t really pay off until Episode 250. The Majin Buu Saga is very good, but a lot of it, especially this middle section, is like fifty miles of road surrounded by cornfields.

I will say this, Buu’s much more direct about his reign of terror. First, he kills all the people in a city by turning them all into candy. Now we have a completely empty town, which is very reminiscent of Imperfect Cell’s early appearances, except Cell only hit small towns, and it took him a while to kill everyone, and he had to suppress his ki so the Z-Fighters wouldn’t gang up on him and kill him. Buu did this in a matter of seconds, in full view of the entire world.

Then he blows up the city with a blast of super breath... that makes things explode. Still haven’t figured out how that works.

Babidid announces to the world that Buu will continue doing this until Piccolo, Goten, and Trunks show themselves. He estimates that at this rate, it’ll take five days to kill everyone on the planet. Then he’ll just have Buu blow up the Earth, so if his enemies don’t come out of hiding, they still won’t escape his wrath. So there’s shades of Android 17 and 18 from Future Trunks’ timeline, except they spent twenty years terrorizing the world this way. But those two needed the world to live on. Buu doesn’t. I’m not sure how Babidi plans to travel to the next planet over without his spaceship, but that’s his problem.

If it were me writing this, I might have worked the angle where Babidi was stranded on Earth, so he would focus on subjugating the planet’s population and forcing them to build him a new ride out of here. I might have a scene where some engineers are worried about getting the thing built quickly so they can get rid of these two, but then another engineer points out that they mustn’t build his ship, because once Babidi has a way off the planet, he’ll just have Buu destroy it. So the Earth is kind of screwed either way.

But that would take too long, and really, this is better. Babidi isn’t a long-term strategist. He’s apparently spent centuries on this Majin Buu project, but now that he has him, he doesn’t seem to have any particular plans on what to do with him. All he’s thinking about now is getting revenge on Piccolo for chopping him in half, which has completely clouded his judgment. He should be concentrating on Buu, and figuring out how to control him, since Buu is the key to what he wants, and the only thing keeping him alive, and the only thing that can stop him.

Anyway, the point of this telepathic address to the world was to get someone to rat out Piccolo, Goten, and Trunks. Babidi invites anyone who knows where they are to simply think at him, and he’ll pick up his psychic phone and listen. But barely anyone knows those three at all, and even fewer know where to find them. Hell, does Piccolo even have a permanent home?

In desperation, one of the officials from the 25th Tenkaichi Budokai recalls seeing those three at the competition, and he looks up their names on the registration forms. He contacts Babidi and reads them off, although Piccolo used “Majunior” as an alias, so even that turns out to be pointless.

So Babidi angrily makes the guy’s head explode, because he doesn’t care who they are, he wants to know where they are. This is what I’d like to do to the robocaller who tells me the warranty on my car is about to expire.

Piccolo’s so upset by all of this that he resolves to show himself, just to try to get Buu to cut it out, but Goku convinces him that this would be useless. Babidi would just be doing something like this anyway, and besides, he wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d killed Goten and Trunks to. As it is, Goku needs all of them here, because he wants Piccolo to train them on the fusion technique after he leaves. The irony is that Piccolo was just saying that they would have to endure mass genocide while they trained the boys, and Goku already has to remind him.

That’s the big thematic difference with the Buu arc. With Frieza, nearly all of the Namekians were wiped out before the heroes got there, and while they had to keep a low profile, they could at least do something by securing Dragon Balls and hiding them. With Cell, this is a lot like the period where the Saiyans were using the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and Cell and the androids were basically running loose on the Earth, but Piccolo was still actively searching for them. Here, there is literally nothing they can do about Buu’s rampage while they prepare their counter attack.

Meanwhile, the Supreme Kai has brought Gohan to his world, the Sacred World of the Kais, or the Supreme Kai Planet, or whatever else you want to call it. Kibito finds this unthinkable, since not even lesser Kais or Kami are permitted to come here. I’m not sure why Kibito is so bent out of shape over this. It’s like he really wanted to invite the Grand Kai over some time for beer and pretzels, and he knew it was against the rules, so he’s pissed that he respected that for so long just to have a mortal show up.

As for Gohan, he assumes he must be dead, but the Supreme Kai explains that he’s still alive, and that he brought him here to retrieve the Z-Sword. This makes Kibito even more apoplectic, because even the Kais can’t use the Z-Sword, so how could any mortal being do anything with it? The Supreme Kai takes a lot of lip from this dude. Then again, he seem to recognize that his orders must be very nonsensical to someone who doesn’t know what Gohan can do. And Gohan’s confused himself, because he doesn’t know what the Z-Sword is.

Meanwhile, Trunks and Goten wake up in Kami’s Lookout. They don’t know where they are, so they start checking out the place, then discover a table with a huge dinner just laid out for them. Is that yellow blob an omelet? That’d really hit the spot.

Then Mr. Popo shows up and hassles them, and Trunks panics because he thinks he’s in trouble for stealing food. Okay, so why is all of this here in the first place? The only explanation that makes sense is that Popo set it up for the boys when they woke up, but he seems genuinely surprised and a little miffed that they made there way here and started eating.

Then Popo tries to stop them from running, and they fight him as Super Saiyans, and Mr. Popo blocks all their hits. I’m really looking forward to seeing how Team Four Star handles this scene with their version of Mr. Popo.

Anyway, Goku finally catches up to them, and we’re finally ready to start teaching them how to fuse.

Back on the Supreme Kai Planet, Kibito uses Clothes Beam on Gohan to make him a suit more in keeping with the dress code. “If I gotta wear a tablecloth around my waist all day, then so do you.” Personally, I hate this look for Gohan, but his Great Saiyaman suit was pretty much shredded, so I can’t complain too much.

They fly over to this tall butte surrounded by a lake, and that’s where the Z-sword is kept.

The sword is embedded in the rock, and no one has ever been able to pull it out. No Kais, I should say, because lesser beings aren’t even allowed on this planet. The Supreme Kai figures that since Gohan is far stronger than any Supreme Kai, he ought to have a better chance.

Of course, this all resembles the Excalibur legend, and Gohan himself points this out, because he’s a huge nerd. Of course, with Excalibur, the whole point was that you had to be a specific person to be able to draw the sword out of the stone. It was a matter of fate more than brute strength, but this is Dragon Ball F’N Z. The Supreme Kai figures that if the sword won’t come out, that means we just need a stronger guy to pull on it harder. Either that, or he thinks Gohan can just blow up the whole butte and get it out that way.

Back at the Lookout, Goku tells the boys about Gohan and Vegeta’s deaths. Well, Gohan’s alive, but they don’t know that. The boys take it hard, but Goku tells them to stop crying, because it’s up to them to stop Buu, and they don’t have much time.

bUt gOkU iS tOo SoFt oN hIs kiDs tO tRaIn tHem

This is how you can tell those “Piccolo is a better dad” nutbars are full of it. They only watched the early Z stuff, and they ignored the part where Goku trained Gohan for an entire year and made him vastly more powerful than Piccolo ever did. And now he’s literally repeating story beats from when Piccolo first met Gohan. Remember? First he told him that his father died, and then he told him that he’d have to train to save the world. That’s what Goku is telling Trunks right now.

Piccolo brings up the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, since that seems like a good way to solve their time crunch, but Goku declines. You can only use it for two days out of your whole life, and he figures that Goten and Trunks may need it for some other battle later in life.

More to the point, I’m not sure Goku would have more time on Earth this way. I guess it depends on how Baba reckons his 24 hours. The key thing here is how long the boys get personal instruction from Goku, since he’s the only one who knows the technique.

And that’s the course we’re on. While Goku prepares Goten and Trunks to use Fusion, the Supreme Kai prepares Gohan to use the Z-Sword. So it looks like there’s two separate paths to beating Buu. I suppose this sort of thing happens in DBZ a lot, but usually one of the multiple paths is Vegeta, who sort of makes the whole thing into a competition. It’s weird that one (or both) of these groups might have to step aside for the other, and they’d have absolutely no problem with that.

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Poly AU 5/?

The tears Minho’s been trying to hold back finally start spilling over. It breaks Kibum’s heart to see them, but he’s also relieved. The whole thing has obviously been weighing him down for some time. Kibum lets him cry, wiping the tears away when they get far enough down his cheeks. Minho’s hands come up to Kibum’s and it’s clear that he’s torn between holding them and letting them stay where they are.

(Warning: rated H for selfharm mention)

When Kibum walks into the apartment, he can feel that something is wrong. There’s no one in sight but he can hear a disappointed sigh coming from their bedroom. He puts down his backpack and makes his way towards their room, making sure to knock before he goes in. The room itself is empty but there’s a light coming from under the bathroom door. Judging by the time, it’s most likely Minho. He knocks again, but doesn’t enter.

“Baby, are you in there?” he asks quietly.

“Yes, I’m in the bath.”

Minho’s short tone isn’t a good sign.

“Are you alright?”

“Of course. I’m always alright.”

“Is it okay if I come in, baby?”

“If you really want to.”

Kibum’s heart sinks when he opens the door. He doesn’t know how long Minho’s been in there, but judging by the condensation on everything and the steam off the water and the raw rosy hue of Minho’s skin, he knows it’s been more than long enough in too hot of water.

“Did something happen, today, baby?”

“No. Nothing happened. I’m fine.”

“Baby, you can tell me if something’s wrong.”

Minho doesn’t answer and stares blankly at the water in front of him.

“I’m going to change out of my slacks and get a snack, is it okay if I come sit in here with you after?”

“Whatever you want, Kibum.”

Kibum shuts the door so that it’s just barely open. He finds his pajamas as quickly as he can before going out into the kitchen and grabbing two waters and a pack of crackers.

Chat: No Babies Allowed

Sweetpea Ki: honey Sweetpea Ki: I just came home to a code pink

Jinki Honey: who...................do i need to fite??? his dad????

Sweetpea Ki: I just came home, don’t know yet.

Jinki Honey: I’ll be home in an hour or so, I can’t leave any sooner (T.T) Jinki Honey: is there................something i can bring home

Sweetpea Ki: I’m guessing the standard will be fine, will keep you updated.

Jinki Honey: Kk

He knocks again before he comes back into the bathroom. He sets one water down on the rim of the tub for Minho and puts his own on the floor. He sits down next to the tub such that he’s facing Minho. He doesn’t say anything, instead letting Minho come to it on his own. It’s silent for a long time but eventually Kibum sees it start to bubble up and out.

“Why don’t my parents want me?” Minho asks, barely above a whisper.

Kibum had worried that this was the cause. It was Mr. Choi’s birthday today and though Kibum and Jinki had both tried to warn him against going to see his father, it was clear that he hadn’t heeded them. Before, Kibum would’ve done his best to assure him that they did and just didn’t know how to show it. That they loved him but the words didn’t come out right. That his brothers’ heard just as much about him from their parents as he did about them. Kibum’s come home to this too many times to even try anymore.

“I don’t know, baby.” Kibum puts his hand on the rim of the tub, palm up for Minho to hold, but he doesn’t take it. He dips his hand in the water, just to check the water; as expected, it’s not scalding but definitely too hot to be safe for long periods of time.

“I know you said not to, but I went to see dad today. When I showed up at the office he made me hide in his office. Like he was embarrassed by me being there. Like the other staff don’t know my face,” Minho explains, angry tears threatening to spill over. “When I asked him about it he tried to assure me that it was just that he didn’t want everyone to know it’s his birthday but I know better. He tried to say he was proud of me but I know he’s not. I’m not in any of the pictures in his office.”

Kibum wishes there was something soothing he could say, but he knows there’s nothing.

“Would you and Jinki still put up with me if they didn’t send money?” Minho asks after a minute.

“What money?” Kibum asks, trying to sound surprised.

Minho laughs bitterly. “I know they send you guys money. Every big holiday where I should see them and they always make some excuse of why they can’t see me. I know you try to hide the envelopes but I’m not as dumb as you guys think I am. Jinki always leaves the deposit reciepts out.”

“Baby, we don’t thi-”

“Don’t baby me, not now. If you didn’t get that money, would you want me. Yes or no?”

Kibum lifts his hand up and cups Minho’s chin, turning his face so that they’re finally looking eye to eye. He runs his thumb over Minho’s cheek and brings up his other hand.

“Minho, my baby, my love. I don’t know why your parents can’t find it in them to love you and be proud of you. I really don’t. But I do know that I love you and that Jinki honey loves you too. That our love isn’t dependant on what your parents do or don’t do concerning you or your grades or anything. I love you. For who you are, for what you are, as you are and for nothing more and nothing less.”

“Why don’t you come on out of the bath, love? We can go lay in bed and talk and when honey comes home we can see how things are.” Kibum coos once Minho’s tears start to slow. Minho nods but move.

“Did you bring clean clothes in, love?”

Minho shakes his head.

“I’ll be right back, love. What do you want? Underwear and one of honey’s soft shirts?”

Minho nods and lets go of Kibum’s hands. After grabbing the desired clothes out of the shared chest of drawers, Kibum updates Jinki on the situation.

Chat: No Babies Allowed

Sweetpea Ki: ya you can fight his dad Sweetpea Ki: also he found out about the money Sweetpea Ki: I got him to cry a little though, trying to coax him out of the bath. Sweetpea Ki: I’d say bring whatever love you can muster and maybe takeout home

Jinki Honey: ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ Jinki Honey: ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ (＃ﾟДﾟ) Jinki Honey: I should....... be leaving soon

When Kibum comes back to the bathroom, Minho still hasn’t moved. Though he knows that Minho’s far from it, the sight of him looking so lost and forlorn and vulnerable in the tub reminds him of a child who’s been neglected far too long. Being only-children, it’s difficult for Kibum and Jinki to understand Minho’s misery of being the youngest of four sons. Kibum puts the clothes down on the counter and holds out his hands to help pull Minho out of the tub. He can already tell just by looking that Minho’s skin is all fresh but asks anyway as he gets a clean towel out of the closet.

“Did you scrub before I got home, love? If you did, I promise I’m not angry. I just want to know so I don’t hurt you trying to dry you off.”

Minho hangs his head and nods. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m really sorry, Ki.”

Kibum does his best to gently pat Minho dry but the skin is still tender enough that he flinches.

“It’s okay, love. I’m not angry, you’re not in trouble. It’s something we’re working on, it’s gonna happen sometimes."

He lets Minho put his boxers on and then helps him sit up on the counter. He grabs the baby lotion they keep in the medicine cabinet specifically for this and starts applying it where ever it looks most needed. The redness starts to go away as he cools off but the telltale patches of oily, artificial looking skin make it clear where he’s been scrubbing. Minho starts crying again and Kibum tries to be softer, pressing a kiss to his knuckles when he finishes the arm he’s working on. When he’s done, he grabs a tissue to wipe Minho’s face before helping him put his shirt on. Minho slips off the counter and lets Kibum guide him out of the bathroom.

“How long before honey’s home?” he asks as he climbs into the middle of bed.

“When I came out for clothes he said he was getting ready to leave but has to pick something up on his way.”

They lay in the middle of the bed, facing each other. Kibum leaves his position open enough where Minho can cuddle up to him if he wants to but isn’t surprised when he doesn’t. There’s still tears running down Minho’s cheeks and his eyes are puffy, but he’s stopped actively crying for now. They lay there for a while, holding hands.

“Is there anything else that’s been bothering you, my love? I know that today was upsetting enough on its own, but is there anything that honey and I have been doing to make you think we don’t love you?”

Minho turns his eyes away and starts chewing on his lip, staying silent.

“Baby, my love, it’s not going to hurt my feelings if there is. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think I could handle it. You always ask me when I’m upset if you’ve been giving me love in the way I need it. This is just me returning that, baby love.”

Minho sighs but eventually brings his eyes back to meet Kibum’s again.

“It’s not......there’s not....” he starts, tears threatening once again to spill over. Kibum reaches up and strokes his hair.

“It’s alright, baby love. Take your time, okay? I’m not going anywhere, except maybe to pee eventually.”

Minho chuckles a little at the last line and wipes his eyes. “I guess it’s just...you guys aren’t doing anything wrong, it’s just that you guys have been so busy with everything lately and you’re always gone and then when I do see you, it’s just to tell me to keep working or when we’re fucking around and like while I like fucking around I want more than that. I mean how many times this week have we had to go to bed without honey because he’s up too late working and I know it’s not fun for you to do it but I miss waking up to you and it’s just...I feel lonely but I feel guilty asking you to spend time on me because I know you guys are working on things that are important.”

Kibum waits a moment to make sure he’s done talking. While he’s thinking of how to word his response, Jinki comes home. Kibum hears the crinkle of takeout bags and wonders what he decided on. There’s a knock on the door and Jinki pops his head in.

“Hi, my loves. Am I okay to come in?”

Kibum lets Minho answer, since really the whole situation is centered on him. When he hums a yes, Jinki comes in. He changes into pajamas and then sits down on the edge of the bed.

“I brought that tomato soup you really like and those little variety sandwich packs home for dinner. Do we want them now or should I put them up for later?”

“You can go ahead and put them up for later, honey.” Kibum says when Minho doesn’t answer.

Jinki nods and heads back into the kitchen. While he’s gone, Minho rolls onto his other side and scoots back so that Kibum can hold him. He turns his head to look at Kibum.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yes, baby, it’s good with me as long as you’re comfy.”

“Can I have cheek kisses?”

Kibum smiles fondly and obliges, propping himself up a little bit to give himself better access. When Jinki comes back, he lays back down, wrapping an arm around Minho’s waist. Jinki lays down so he’s facing them, reaching to hold Minho’s hands. Though Minho tries to keep his arms close to him in an effort to hide, it’s clear that Jinki’s already seen what’s gone on.

“Baby, what happened with your arms? Were you scrubbing again?” he asks, more concerned than angry.

Minho nods and Kibum can feel the emotion bubbling up again.

“Baby, you can’t do that. It’s not healthy. I know you don't mean to but-”

“Minho and I already talked about it, Jinki. It’s fine.” Kibum interrupts. Jinki looks surprised at the use of names but lets the topic go with a sigh. When neither Jinki nor Minho speak up, Kibum tries to carry on the conversation.

“Jinki honey, Minho’s got something we need to talk about.”

Minho turns back to look at Kibum, eyes full of uncertainty. Kibum kisses his cheek and it seems to be enough to get Minho to repeat his complaint to Jinki. Kibum can feel that he’s trying harder not to cry so much in front of Jinki and he makes a mental note to discuss it with them separately later. When he’s sure that Minho’s done, Jinki moves a hand to stroke Minho’s cheek.

“Baby, if you were feeling that bad you should’ve said something. I’m sorry I let it get that bad, I didn’t know and I didn't think to ask.”

“You learn to look fine after a while.” Minho whispers.

Kibum props himself up so that Minho doesn’t have to strain to see him. “I’m sorry, love. I got too wrapped up in everything and out of all the things I thought to check and double check, I forgot the most important one. I’m going to do my best to check in more often from now on. But on the flipside, you’re going to have to work at being more honest with honey and me about how you’re doing, ok?”

Minho looks down at the sheets for a moment but eventually looks back and nods.

“We love you very much, baby. Don’t ever forget that.” Jinki whispers, kissing his forehead. “Are you hungry, baby?”

Minho shakes his head. “Will you hold me? I’m tired and I want to sleep.”

Jinki laughs and nods, opening his arms up for Minho to wiggle into. He rolls so that he’s facing Kibum again, reaching for his hands to hold again. Jinki hums a tune and Kibum massages his palms, and soon enough Minho’s sleeping. Jinki falls asleep soon after. Kibum contemplates his normal move to the other side of Jinki, but decides that he can sacrifice one nap for Minho to be happy waking up to him.

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Kuroo didn’t like labels. They made things feel deceptively permanent, falsely mutually exclusive, and generally excessively dramatic. Thus, he tried not to label his days as being “good” or “bad.” Today, however, was an exception.

Although he hadn’t woken up on the wrong side of the bed, per say, he had woken up on the floor, and with a terrible crick in his neck at that. Which sucked, but at that point he was still able to convince himself that it wasn’t a bad enough to be a Bad™ day yet.

Then he realized he’d woken up an hour and a half late and he decided that it at least had potential.

He rushed to get ready, knowing he’d miss first and second period at the very least, but hoping to make it to third period on time since he had a Statistics exam. The getting ready went pretty smoothly, and Kuroo started to think that maybe the day would get better.

Needless to say, he was wrong.

There was no food in his house. None. He’d forgotten to get the groceries last night, and this was the result. He slammed the cabinet door shut, losing his cool a bit before reminding himself to stay calm. He managed to do so, right up until he saw the unread messages on his phone screen.

From: Kitten Time: 6:45 am where r u

From: Kitten Time: 6:53 am r u coming

Call from: Kitten Time: 6:55 am

From: Kitten Time: 7:02 am we r gonna b late

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:02 am

From: Kitten Time: 7:03 am im gonna skip if u do

From: Kitten Time: 7:03 am i dont want to go today

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:03 am

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:04 am

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:05 am

From: Kitten Time: 7:05 am moms making me go

“Shit!” He couldn’t help it. This time he shouted out loud. One good thing was that since his parents were out of town, nobody heard him, but it didn’t make him feel much better. By the time he texted Kenma back his hands were shaking and his head was pulsing vaguely behind his eyes.

To: Kitten Time: 9:24 am Kenma I am so sorry I totally overslept. Hang in there. I’m on my way.

And then he was, as he had told Kenma, on his way, begrudgingly taking with him a headache instead of breakfast, but on his way nonetheless. He was forced to make a large detour due to a new construction site’s cropping up. He scowled. Not only was it inconvenient, but they’d cut down his favorite tree. It was where he’d first met Kenma. And now suddenly it was gone forever.

By the time he got to school, it was already 20 minutes into third period. Kenma still hadn’t responded to his text, Kuroo couldn’t stop thinking about how his favorite tree was gone forever, his head still hurt from having been unable to eat, and his neck still hurt from having fallen off his bed. Basically, he felt like crying. Instead, he shot Kenma another text and went to take his test.

To: Kitten Time: 10:30 am I’m sorry Kenma, I really am. I’ll see you at lunch, okay?

During the test could barely focus. He was so hungry, and the combination of the crick in his neck and his mild headache was really starting to get to him, making it hard to remember material even though he’d stayed up late memorizing it. Still, he was nearly finished when the teacher stopped them. Five minutes early. Kuroo couldn’t believe it. When the teacher came by he started to protest.

“Excuse me, but I believe we should have another five minutes? I’m almost done, and-“

“Well, Mr. Tetsurou, maybe you should have thought of that before you came to the test 20 minutes late.”

“But-“ The teacher took his papers. Kuroo sighed and relented. It wasn’t like he really had a valid excuse anyway, and he was truly too exhausted to argue any further.

He slunk to the cafeteria, scrolling through his non-existent new text messages in a daze. He wondered how angry Kenma was.

Angry enough, he soon discovered, to avoid sitting at their usual table.

“Damnit,” he mumbled, wanting to kick himself. He shook his head. Kenma could be anywhere. At the moment, however, Kuroo felt like if he didn’t eat, he would pass out, so he got in the lunch line. It wasn’t until he was at the register that he realized: his wallet was gone.

As his hand searched his pocket, which had nothing in it but a hole, his face paled. The lunch lady was glaring at him, tapping her fingers impatiently.

“I, uh,” he stuttered, still searching his pocket in disbelief even though he knew he wouldn’t find anything there. His throat got tight in that way it did when he wanted to cry but refused to do so, and he opened his mouth to explain what had happened.

Just then, a small figure popped up beside him and stuck a wad of cash into his hand. Kuroo looked down in surprise, then let out a breath of relief. It was Kenma. He was pouting and aggressively avoiding eye contact, but he was there. Kuroo smiled, paid for his food, and then followed Kenma as he stalked away. They ended up underneath a tree. Kenma sat down with his back to it and started eating, just a bit. Kuroo tried to sit next to him, but Kenma immediately scuttled to the opposite side of the tree so that their backs were to each other.

“Kenma…” Kuroo spooned some of his lunch into his mouth. Despite how hungry he was, he couldn’t appreciate the food when he was so worried about his best friend. Hoping it would help him think more clearly, he made himself eat anyway.

“The teacher called me out for being late,” Kenma mumbled, not looking up from his food.

Kuroo’s throat tightened again. He knew how much Kenma hated being the center of attention, and this time it was Kuroo’s fault that he’d been made the focal point for his entire class.

“I’m sorry, Kenma. Really, I am,” Kuroo apologized, not knowing what else he could say. He didn’t think telling Kenma that he’d been called out for being late, too, would help matters, and yet it felt like his brain was short-circuiting, only capable of looping through the day’s regrets and sending him sharp bursts of physical and psychological pain.

They ate in silence for the next fifteen minutes. Then Kenma spoke up again.

“They cut down the tree.”

Kuroo looked up, hearing that Kenma’s voice was much closer than it had been before. Sure enough, the smaller boy was now next to him. He could see the slight crease in Kenma’s brow that meant he was upset. Kuroo hated that Kenma was upset, but he was glad that the tree meant something to him, too.

“I know, Ki- uh, Kenma,” he corrected. Kenma looked up from his game and gave Kuroo a long, bland stare. Then he shrugged and turned back to his game. They didn’t say much else before the bell rang and they had to go to class.

The second half of Kuroo’s day was nearly as bad as the first. He was assigned group projects in all three of his afternoon classes. He hated group projects with a passion, because it always meant working with idiots. It didn’t help that his headache still hadn’t gone away, even though he’d been sure to eat more than enough at lunch. He scowled, and tried to be nice to his group mates in spite of their infuriating stupidity.

He had at least been looking forward to practice, but when he got to the gym it was empty. Then he remembered that the coach was out of town dealing with a family emergency and had cancelled practice. Normally the team would meet anyway, but quite a few of the other team members had other events to attend today anyway and were taking advantage of the time off. Kuroo pulled his phone out to text Kenma to ask where to meet him so they could walk home together, but could hardly believe the message on his screen.

From: Kitten Time: 2:52 pm im in a hurry, so ill go home ahead

Kuroo rubbed his temple. Kenma was never in a hurry, so he must still be angry. He’d thought they were on okay terms after lunch, but maybe he was wrong. The thought only made his head hurt worse.

To: Kitten Time: 2:58 pm Are you still mad at me? Kenma, I’m really sorry.

To: Kitten Time: 2:59 pm Be safe on your way home.

To: Kitten Time: 3:00 pm Text me when you get there?

Kuroo sighed. He couldn’t force Kenma to respond, and he knew his friend wouldn’t answer a direct call, so he put his phone in his pocket - the one without a hole in it - and started walking back, slowly, and with his eyes trained on the ground.

It was, of course, only fitting, then, that he would be surprised by a sudden downpour about five minutes into the 25 minute walk. He looked up at the sky for a moment. Normally he would curse it out, but at this point he didn’t even have enough energy to do so. He just blinked a few times and trudged on.

By the time he got home his new shoes were ruined, he was soaked to the bone, and his head was positively pounding. It was so bad that he was having trouble seeing. Nausea turned his stomach as he stumbled around his house closing all of the blinds and trailing water everywhere. Finally, he made it to his room. It was only when he was in his bed, curled up (still wet) around an empty trashcan and shaking like a leaf, that he allowed himself to admit that it had been a Bad™ day. His phone pinged, but Kuroo was on the verge of falling asleep, so he half-subconsciously muted it and drifted off.

“…’uro. Kuro, wake up. Kuro, please.” Kuroo awoke to a soft voice. He only just had time to recognize it as Kenma’s before his stomach flipped viciously. He panicked for a moment, but fortunately the trashcan was still in his arms. He sat up, ducked his head into it and was almost immediately sick. The act of doing so only made his head hurt worse.

Kenma made a strangled, shocked noise, but caught his friend as he dipped sideways, dizzy and half blind from pain.

“-uck,” Kuroo mumbled, and then heaved and threw up again. He blearily looked at the mess at the bottom of the trashcan and instantly vomited two more times at the sight of it. When he was finally able to pull away, Kenma was looking at him with wide eyes.

“Kenma, I’m-“ Kuroo rasped, intending to apologize, but Kenma cut him off, a shaking hand wiping residual sick off of his face with a Kleenex.

“Are you sick?” Kenma asked bluntly. Kuroo shook his head minutely and winced.

“Migraine,” he muttered.

Kenma blinked at him and nodded.

“Kenma, why…?”

Kenma frowned. “You didn’t get my text?”

Kuroo’s eyes darted to the desk stand where his phone lay, and Kenma had scooped it up without any hesitation. If he’d been at 100%, Kuroo wouldn’t have made the mistake of looking at it in the first place. If he’d been even 70%, he would have reacted much more quickly, quickly enough at least to get it out of Kenma’s hands before he read anything Kuroo didn’t want him to read. As it was, he felt like he was dying a torturous death, so he ended up protesting only after Kenma was already staring at the screen. In fact, he reacted just as Kenma’s eyes widened marginally, expression otherwise unreadable.

Kenma showed him the screen. Sure enough, there it was. That “From: Kitten.” Kuroo’s face flared red in embarrassment.

“Kenma, I can expl-“

“I got your wallet.” Kenma stated suddenly.

“What?” Kuroo started to frown in confusion but a stab of pain to his head forced him to relax into a neutral expression again. Kenma showed him the screen again, and Kuroo scrolled through his notifications in amazement.

From: Kitten Time: 3:29 pm coming over

From: Kitten Time: 3:30 pm found your wallet

Call from: Kitten Time: 3:30 pm

Call from: Kitten Time: 3:31 pm

From: Kitten Time: 3:32 pm is your phone broken

From: Kitten Time: 3:42 pm here

From: Kitten Time: 3:43 pm let me in

From: Kitten Time: 3:44 pm u shouldnt leave the door unlocked

“Kenma, did you really…? In the rain? You found…?” Kuroo could hardly speak his throat was so tight with tears on the verge of spilling. Kenma handed him his wallet. It was soaked through, but it was undeniably his. His credit card was there, his student ID was there, his insurance card…

He only barely prevented himself from sobbing, and only because he feared it would make his head hurt worse. Then Kenma spoke up again, quieter this time.

“And… You can call me Kitten if you want to.”

That was it. Even as it intensified his pain, Kuroo dissolved into tears.

“Kuro!” Kenma tensed up and made to examine his friend for any further signs of pain or injury, but Kuroo held up a hand.

“’s okay, Ken- Kitten,” he mumbled, and then laughed. “’s just been a really long day, and you made it so - hic! - so much better,” he explained.

“Kuro…” Kenma whispered, reaching out a hand.

Then the nausea got the better of him and Kuroo lurched for the trashcan, retching painfully until he burped up the rest of his stomach contents. Kenma made a face, but still wiped Kuroo clean before taking the trashcan away. He moved to stand up, presumably to clean it out, but Kuroo grabbed his wrist.

“Stay?”

Kenma hesitated. “I have to-“

“I’ll clean it later. Actually, I’ll just throw it out. Please, Kitten?”

A funny expression crossed over Kenma’s face then. Something gentle, something vulnerable, maybe even emotional. Kuroo couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was before it was gone, but it didn’t matter, because Kenma nodded, and then crawled into the bed.

It didn’t take long for Kuroo to fall asleep after that. As he did so, he thought about what an incredible day it had been. He smiled.

This was why he hated labels.

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