#cha eunwoo x fem reader

[only1airen]

The Day You Forgot But He Remembered 🍰

Author's Note:

Hii it's been a while, I got my motivation back and decided to drop this. This is a birthday special for Y/N. Enjoy your time with him!

Includes:

- fluff

- birthday celebration

- amusement park date

- drama (jealousy scene?)

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It is your day and you're still currently sleeping soundly in your shared bed.

Eunwoo looked over at you, admiring your sleeping form and smiling softly, his gaze filled with affection. He slowly got out of bed, trying not to disturb you. He went about his morning routine, taking a quick shower and getting ready for the day. Once he's finished, he quietly head downstairs to the kitchen, wanting to surprise you with breakfast.

You shifted slightly in the bed, remaining asleep.

Eunwoo noticed your movement, his gaze lingering on your sleeping form for a moment. He couldn't help but smile softly, his heart filled with affection. He quietly left the room, going downstairs to the kitchen to begin making you breakfast. He hummed softly to himself as he prepared, his mind lost in thought, his hands working efficiently.

A few minutes later, he finished preparing your favorite breakfast and started setting the table. He carefully set everything on the table, making sure it looked perfect. He then glanced at the clock on the wall, noticing how much time he still has before you would wake up.

He washed the dirty dishes and dried his hands before heading back upstairs to your room, gently opening the door. He stepped into the room, quietly walking up to the bed. He stood next to the bed, looking down at you with a soft, affectionate smile on his face, gently stroking your hair, his touch tender.

You stirred awake, your eyes fluttering open, still slightly disoriented at the moment.

Eunwoo watched as you slowly wake up, his hand continuing to run through your hair gently. He greeted you with a soft, fond smile, his voice gentle.

"Good morning, jagiya."

You could only stare at him, your eyes half-lidded, your demeanor sleepy.

A soft laugh escaped Eunwoo's lips as he saw your sleepy expression, finding you utterly adorable. He continued to gently run his hand through your hair, his touch tender and gentle.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty."

"A few more minutes..." you murmured quietly, closing your eyes again.

Eunwoo couldn't help but laugh softly, finding your response endearing. He leaned down, gently brushing your hair away from your face, his hand still moving through the strands.

"No can do. Gotta wake up now. I have something to show you."

"Why? What is it?" you asked, clearly having forgotten what day it was.

Eunwoo smiled fondly at your confusion, gently leaning down and giving your forehead a soft kiss, his hand still stroking your head.

"It's a surprise."

"Mhm?" You opened one of your eyes to look at him, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "What is this? You look pretty handsome this morning?" You commented, your voice tinged with affection.

A soft laugh escaped Eunwoo's lips at your comment, his expression softening with affection. He gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, amused by your compliment.

"Are you trying to flatter me?" He teased, his hand still gently playing with the strands of your hair.

"Ani. I'm just telling the truth." You replied fondly, letting out a small chuckle.

Eunwoo grinned at your response, his gaze warm and fond. He leaned down and kissed your forehead affectionately, his heart overflowing with love for you.

"You're such a flatterer." He said playfully, a teasing hint in his voice.

You smiled wider and kept your eyes closed for a while longer.

Eunwoo watched you with a tender smile on his face, admiring your calm and relaxed state. He sat down on the edge of the bed, still gently stroking your hair, his touch soft and gentle. After a moment, he spoke softly,

"There's no going back to sleep, jagiya. Come on, get up."

"Okay fine. Give me a moment."

Eunwoo chuckled softly at your response, his fingers still carding through your hair. He nodded, a soft smile on his face as he watched you.

"Take your time."

After a bit, you sat up in bed, stretching your arms above your head as a soft yawn escaped your lips.

Eunwoo watched you sat up, his gaze filled with affection as he took in the sight of you waking up. He observed you as you stretch, his gaze softening even more at the sight of you yawning.

You finally got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Eunwoo watched you as you made your way to the bathroom, his gaze still fixated on you. He felt a sense of anticipation, knowing he has a special surprise waiting for you downstairs. He decided to head downstairs to check on the surprise, knowing he has a few minutes before you come down.

You took your time brushing your teeth and loosely tying your hair.

Downstairs, Eunwoo finished setting up the surprise, making sure everything looked perfect. He checked the clock, realizing he still has some time before you come down. He stood by the table, looking at everything he prepared, his heart thrumming with anticipation.

After a short while, you came downstairs, entering the kitchen.

Eunwoo heard the sound of your footsteps coming down the stairs and turned his head toward you, a warm smile appearing on his face, his heart thudding with anticipation. He watched as you enter the kitchen, his gaze filled with love and affection for you, feeling a swell of happiness at the sight of you.

"What did you prepare?" you asked curiously as you walked in.

Eunwoo's smile widened at your question, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He took your hand in his and led you toward the table, gesturing for you to take a seat.

"Close your eyes." He said softly, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice.

"Erm okay?" you decided to trust him and closed your eyes.

Eunwoo watched as you close your eyes, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through him. He stood in front of you, his hand gently cupping your chin.

"Keep them closed." He said, his voice low and tender.

"I mean... what day is it today?" you asked once more, having no idea at all.

Eunwoo couldn't help but chuckle softly at your question, his heart swelling with affection at your cluelessness.

"It's a surprise, jagiya. Just patience." He gently chided, his hand still cupping your chin, his thumb tracing gently over your lower lip.

You kept your eyes closed and stayed quiet, waiting for whatever surprised this is.

Eunwoo smiled warmly at your obedience and patience. He let his hand drift down from your chin, his fingers softly grazing against your neck. He stepped behind you and gently wrapped an arm around your waist, his breath soft against the back of your head.

"Don't peek. I know you're curious, but keep those pretty eyes closed."

Eunwoo guided you carefully toward the surprise, making sure you don't accidentally open your eyes. He placed you in front of the surprise and moved to stand beside you.

"Am I allowed to open them now?"

Eunwoo couldn't help but smile at your eagerness to open your eyes. He softly pat your head as he spoke.

"Soon. Just a few more seconds."

After a moment, he finally spoke up. "Okay, jagiya. You can open them now."

You finally opened your eyes.

Eunwoo watched as you open your eyes, his gaze fixed on your face, waiting for your reaction. The room is filled with decorations, the table set up with breakfast, the room filled with a warm, soft, and cozy atmosphere. On the table was a plate filled with food a beautiful breakfast spread of pancakes, salad, scrambled/sunny side up eggs, sausages, slice of tangerines, bacons and a big strawberry cake, as well as a bouquet of red roses in the middle

Your eyes lit up even more at the sight of what Eunwoo prepared for you, feeling a wave of love and appreciation washing over you. "Woah... all this for me...?" You asked in a pleased voice, looking over at him.

Eunwoo smiled warmly at your reaction, his heart swelling with affection seeing you so pleasantly surprised. He nodded, softly running his fingers through your hair.

"All of this is for you, jagiya." He affirmed, his hand gently resting on your shoulder.

You turned to him, your eyes clearly sparkling for him, genuinely happy at his surprise. "Thank you, jagiya..."

Eunwoo felt his heart flutter at your expression, his affection growing as he looked at you. He gave you a tender smile, his eyes filled with warmth as he heard you call him "jagiya".

"Happy birthday, Y/N. I'm glad you like it." He said softly, his hand moving to gently rest on your waist, pulling you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you loosely, holding you in a comfortable embrace.

You wrapped your arms around his neck in response, leaning up to hug Eunwoo properly, a bright smile plastered on your face.

Eunwoo felt his heart fill with love as you hug him, his arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you against him. He rested his chin on the top of your head, embracing you close, savoring the feeling of holding you in his arms. He softly hummed in contentment, his fingers running gently through your hair. He closed his eyes, simply enjoying the moment of being close to you.

After a moment, he spoke up softly, his voice tender. "Let's sit down and eat now, okay?"

You nod and took a seat across from him.

Eunwoo followed suit and sat down across from you, his gaze still fixated on your face, taking in your every expression. He watched as you look over the spread of food in front of you, his heart filling with affection at the sight of you being so pleased.

He reached out and took your hand in his, gently holding it, his thumb softly stroking the back of your hand.

"Is there something you'd like to eat first?"

"I'll have the pancake first."

Eunwoo smiled at your choice and picked up the plate with the pancakes with his free hand, placing it in front of you. He let go of your hand and watched as you start eating, his gaze filled with affection at the sight of you enjoying the food he prepared.

You also tried the salad, sunny side up egg, slice of tangerine, and bacon. You looked over at him with an appreciative smile, nodding in approval.

Eunwoo felt a sense of pride swelling within him as he watched you eat, happy that you are enjoying the food he prepare for you. He chuckled softly at your expression and smiled back warmly.

"I'm glad you like it." He said, his voice filled with contentment. He scooped up some scrambled eggs and took a bite.

Lastly, you wanted to try the strawberry cake next, eyeing at it with interest.

Eunwoo noticed your gaze on the strawberry cake and smiled softly, cutting a slice of the cake and placing it on a plate, pushing the plate toward you. He watched as you took a bite, waiting for your reaction.

You took your first bite of the cake, a hum of satisfaction leaving your lips. "It's sweet. I like it." you commented fondly and took another bite, enjoying every bit of it.

Eunwoo felt happy at your reaction, his expression softening at the sight of you enjoying the cake, his heart full of warmth.

"I'm glad you like it." He said, a soft smile on his lips. "I made it specially for you."

You paused and glanced at him. "You did? You baked it for me?" You're in awe, you couldn't believe it..

Eunwoo nodded, his smile widening at your surprise. He watched you in affection, his gaze tender as he spoke.

"I did. The cake, the spread, the food. Everything I made from scratch."

"Thank you, jagiya. I must say you're good at everything you do." you commented genuinely, your eyes twinkling with affection.

Eunwoo felt s a rush of warmth flood through him at your compliment, a soft flush appearing on his cheeks. He reached over and softly pat your head, gently ruffling your hair, his tone soft and affectionate.

"You flatter me, jagiya."

You instinctively leaned into his touch. "For real though, you're all-around and I love that about you." You remarked lovingly.

Eunwoo's heart felt like it could burst from happiness at your words, his cheeks growing redder as he felt even more touched by your admiration. He held your gaze, his expression filled with affection and appreciation.

"That's very sweet of you to say, jagiya." He said, his voice soft and tender. "But I love everything about you as well."

Your smile deepened, your gaze locked on his.

Eunwoo felt completely enamored by your gaze, his heart swelling with love as he looked at you. He reached across the table and held your hand in his, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand, his touch tender and affectionate.

A few moments later, you finished eating, feeling both satisfied and content.

Eunwoo watched as you finish eating, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the sight of you being full and satisfied. He stand up and walked over to you, his gaze soft as he looked at you.

"Did you enjoy your meal, jagiya?"

You looked up at him and nodded in affirmation, your expression warm.

Eunwoo felt a soft smile forming on his lips, his heart fluttering at your affirmation. He gently wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, his touch tender and affectionate.

"I'm glad." He said softly, his gaze filled with affection as he looked at you, his gaze slowly shifting toward the bouquet of roses and then to the heart-shaped decorations.

You followed his gaze and turned to look at the roses and the heart-shaped decorations around the room. You looked back at him with a puzzled expression, your question clear in your eyes.

Eunwoo noticed your puzzled expression and smiled, his gaze softened by affection, as he lightly ruffled your hair.

He took one of the roses from the bouquet and gently cupped your chin, bringing the rose close to your face, the petals of the blossom touching the skin on your cheeks.

He softly whispered, "For my one and only love."

You didn't expect that and gently took the rose from him, holding his gaze. "Ah, thank you."

Eunwoo couldn't help but smile at your soft demeanor, his heart overwhelmed with affection at the sight of you holding the rose.

He took a step closer to you and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

He spoke in a gentle tone, "You're welcome, jagiya."

An idea crossed your mind. "Since it's my birthday today... can we go to the amusement park?" You asked, your eyes holding a hint of anticipation.

Eunwoo's smile widened at your request, his eyes softening at your hopeful expression. He gently brushed his finger over your cheek, his touch warm and tender.

"Of course, jagiya. We can go to the amusement park." He replied, his voice filled with affection.

Your face brightened up at his agreement and you immediately stand up from your seat. "I'll go get change then." you informed him before going straight to the bedroom.

Eunwoo watched you go, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he admired your enthusiasm. He took a seat at the dining table, his gaze filled with fondness as he waited for you to come back.

You came back dressed in a cropped grey sweatshirt over a white collared shirt, paired with a pleated denim mini skirt with frayed edges and a layered hem. You accessorized with a small tan crossbody pouch.

Eunwoo felt his breath catch in his throat as his gaze fell on you. The sight of you in your outfit caused his heart to skip a beat, his mind instantly filled with affectionate thoughts.

His eyes roam over you, taking in the way the cropped sweater hugged your frame, showcasing your subtle curves, the white collared shirt adding a hint of contrast and the mini skirt accentuating your legs, making you look effortlessly chic. The tan crossbody pouch added a touch of edgy allure to your overall look.

You smiled softly at him and asked: "How do I look?" you took a small step closer to him.

Eunwoo's heart fluttered at your question, his gaze filled with affection and adoration as he looked at you.

He gently took hold of your hand, his touch tender and gentle, bringing you even closer.

"You look beautiful." He praised, his voice soft and warm, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he took in your appearance.

You smiled even more at his praise, your eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thanks. Shall we go now?"

Eunwoo's heart warmed at seeing your radiant smile, his gaze softening with affection. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Of course, jagiya. Let's head out."

Eunwoo led you to the car, opening the door for you and making sure you get in first. He closed the door before briskly making his way to the driver's seat. He settled in, then buckled up and started the engine. Within a few moments, the car started moving, making its way to the amusement park.

Meanwhile, you enjoyed the scenery passing by as you drove to the amusement park.

Eunwoo occasionally glanced over to you, his eyes soft and affectionate as he observed you, enjoying the way you seem to enjoy the view. A warm smile played on his lips as he focused back on driving, the radio playing softly, filling the car with a cozy ambiance.

Eventually, the amusement park came into view. Eunwoo drove the car into the parking lot, looking for a suitable spot to park. After finding one, he pulled up and turned off the engine. He got out of the car, closing the door. Then he walked around to the passenger side, opening the door and holding his hand out to you.

You gently took his hand as you got out of the car.

Eunwoo smiled warmly at you as you got out of the car, gently pulling you closer to him as he closed the door behind you. He kept your hand in his, your fingers tangling together, his touch soft and firm.

"Are you ready?" He asked as he looked at you, waiting for your answer.

You nodded eagerly, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

A soft chuckle escaped Eunwoo's lips as he gazed at you, his heart swelling with affection at the sight of you being so excited. He laced his fingers through yours, holding your hand tightly but gently.

"Let's go then." He said, his tone filled with amusement. With that, you walked toward the entrance of the amusement park.

You looked around the amusement park, already thinking what ride you should get on or games to play.

Eunwoo smiled softly, his gaze fixed on your face as he noticed your excitement. He observed you silently for a moment, his attention locked on your every expression. When you don't seem to know where to go, he spoke up.

"Where do you want to head to first, jagiya?"

You turned to look at Eunwoo. "Rollercoaster!" you exclaimed enthusiastically. "Let's try that one first." you added.

Eunwoo chuckled at your sudden outburst, his heart overflowing with affection. He squeezed your hand affectionately and smiled at you.

"Alright, let's go." He responded, his tone warm and soft. He started leading you toward the nearest rollercoaster.

You followed closely beside him, you could barely wait.

Eunwoo led you to the queue, his hand still holding yours. You both wait in line, your eyes fixed on the rollercoaster, anticipation coursing through you. When it's finally your turn, Eunwoo went in first, holding your hand and helping you to be seated. Once you're both buckled up, a feeling of anticipation began growing in your stomach, your heart starting to pound with adrenaline.

The roller coaster started moving, gaining speed as it went higher and higher. You held tightly to Eunwoo's hand, feeling the rush of exhilaration and the wind on your face. Eunwoo, noticing your reaction, gripped your hand even tighter, silently letting you know that he's there with you.

You felt reassured by Eunwoo's touch and you felt yourself enjoying the rollercoaster ride with him as time went by.

As the roller coaster ride continued, Eunwoo kept his gaze fixed on you, enjoying seeing the thrill in your expression, his heart feeling full. Every dip and turn, every elevation and drop, he tightened his grip on your hand, his touch gentle but steady, silently providing reassurance and comfort with his presence.

Throughout the ride, you placed your trust in him, occasionally smiling in his direction.

Eunwoo silently watched you throughout the ride, his own heart beating with excitement as you both experience the adrenaline through the ups and downs. He couldn't help but smile at your smiles, feeling a sense of reassurance knowing that you trust him. He kept a close watch on you, making sure you're safe and comfortable, and his hand never leave yours.

You held onto his hand tightly during the ride, feeling safe with him.

Eunwoo felt your tight grip on his hand, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles, giving you a gentle reassurance. Whenever the car dips or makes a sharp turn, his grip on your hand tightened in response, keeping a firm hold on you. Despite the rush of sensations, he kept his focus on you.

Soon, the ride has come to an end.

Eunwoo looked at you, gently squeezing your hand.

"You did great." He praised you as he unbuckled the seatbelt and helped you out.

Your gaze softened at him as you stepped out of the ride, your eyes literally observing Eunwoo with quiet fondness.

Eunwoo met your gaze and noticed your soft expression, his heart melting at the sight.

He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers, his grip tender as he led you away from the rollercoaster.

You slowly start taking a walk, the atmosphere around them calming.

The tension eventually leaves your body, letting yourself relax in his presence.

Eunwoo felt an immense sense of satisfaction as he sensed your body relaxing around him, his heart light. You walk together, your pace slow but steady. He found that having you by his side is a comfort, and he couldn't help but steal glances toward you every now and then, taking in the sight of your relaxed figure and the softness in your eyes.

"Let's get some drinks, jagiya." you suggested softly as you walked.

Eunwoo let out a soft chuckle at your suggestion, his gaze affectionate. He squeezed your hand softly and nod.

"Sounds good, jagiya."

"What do you think we should drink?" you inquired, thinking about the choices of drinks.

Eunwoo pondered for a moment, considering the options around them.

"Well, what are you feeling like, jagiya? There's all sorts of choices around us." He said, his tone soft and gentle.

"Hmm..." you stopped in your tracks and turned to him. "I can't choose between iced tea or iced coffee." you told him with a small pout.

Eunwoo chuckled softly, a fond smile on his face as he saw your conflicted expression. He gently tapped your pouted bottom lip with his index finger to tease you before speaking.

"You're having trouble choosing? Why not get both?"

You perked up, a beam appearing on your face. "What? You're gonna pay?" you asked, your voice expectant.

Eunwoo laughed softly at your reaction, his heart swelling a little, his gaze soft and affectionate.

"Of course. You could get both." He said, his tone sincere. He gently ruffled your hair playfully, his touch tender.

Your smile faltered after overthinking it. "But... what if I get an upset stomach because of it?"

Eunwoo could sense the worry and concern in your tone, his expression turned soft as he looked into your eyes with a warm smile.

"Well..." He paused, his fingers gently combing through your hair, before speaking again.

"That's why we go slow. You can have sips of both and finish one first before moving onto the other."

"Okay, I have decided. I'm going to get iced tea first and after all of our adventure I'll make my iced coffee my last drink." you stated, your voice laced with determination, your demeanor positive.

Eunwoo chuckled softly at your determined demeanor, his gaze filled with affection, as he listened to your plan of drinking iced tea first.

"Alright then, you've made your decision." He said, his smile still warm and gentle. He held your hand loosely, giving it a light squeeze, leading you toward whichever stall has iced tea.

You followed him happily toward the stall that sells iced tea.

Eunwoo walked you to the stall, his gaze still fixed on your face, his hand holding you close. Once they reach the stall, he glanced up at the menu board, scanning the drinks available. "So, which flavour do you want?"

You leaned in casually to whisper in his ear. "Apple."

Eunwoo's heart skipped a beat as you whisper in his ear, his breath catching softly. He felt a wave of affection at your simple choice.

"Apple," He repeated to himself softly, before turning to order the drink for you. After a little while, the worker handed over the cold apple iced tea into an even colder disposable cup, filled to the brim.

Eunwoo took it over to you, his gaze warm and tender.

"Here you go." He said, his tone soft and tender as he handed you the drink, his free hand gently rubbing your shoulder.

"Thank you, jagiya." you accepted the cup from him and drank the iced tea slowly, savoring it.

Eunwoo watched you take slow and delicate sips of your iced tea, a soft smile lingering on his lips. He observed you silently, his gaze warm with affection. He found himself fixated on the way you savor the drink, your every move captivating to him.

You finished it, quenching your thirst. "Ah... that was good." You commented, a pleased expression on your face.

Eunwoo smiled softly, his gaze still fixed on you, his heart feeling soft and light.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, jagiya." He said, his tone gentle. He reached out and rubbed your arm affectionately.

"Okay, I'm ready. Let's go to the next ride."

Eunwoo nodded, his gaze fond as he saw your eagerness.

"Alright, let's go." He said, his tone soft. He gently took your hand, intertwined your fingers together. He started leading you to the next ride, guiding you through the crowds.

You followed after him, feeling a surge of excitement for the next ride.

Eunwoo led you through the crowds and toward the ride, his hand still holding yours. As you wait in line, he observed how you have a bounce to your step, excitement coursing through you. He couldn't help but smile at your eager demeanor, your enthusiasm contagious. He found himself entranced by your infectious enthusiasm. Once you reach the front of the line. he helped you get seated and buckled the seatbelt for you, making sure you're comfortable and secure.

You appreciated the gesture and settled comfortably on your seat.

Eunwoo glanced over to check on you, his gaze filled with a sense of reassurance. Once the ride began to move, he placed his hand on your lap, as if to keep you grounded. He watched you closely, observing your reaction to the thrill of the ride.

You completely trusted him as you allowed yourself to enjoy the ride together with him.

Eunwoo stayed near, his gaze still fixed on you as the ride picked up speed. He could see the exhilaration in your eyes, the excitement etched on your face, and he felt a sense of contentment. He kept his hand on your lap, the touch reassuring and warm. Every time the ride dips and rises, he gently squeezed your thigh, an involuntary gesture of comfort.

You seemed to be enjoying yourself despite the thrill of the ride, a wide smile on your face.

Eunwoo watched you with a warm smile, his heart feeling light at the sight of your wide smile. As the ride continued to move, he could sense the adrenaline coursing through your veins, your eyes shining with excitement. He kept his hand on your thigh, his touch gentle and grounding, a subtle reminder that he was there with you through it all.

After trying out few of the rides, you and Eunwoo decided to play carnival games this time.

The two of you made your way toward the carnival games, Eunwoo's hand still holding yours. You browse through the various games, your eyes darting from one game to another, taking in the various prizes displayed.

"You choose this time, jagiya." you let him pick, gazing at him in anticipation.

Eunwoo looked at you, his gaze soft, considering the options, before settling on one game.

"I think we should try this one. It's simple enough and it looks fun." He said, gesturing toward a game where you had to knock down bottles, his smile warm.

"Sure." you replied lightly and tugged Eunwoo along with you, making your way toward it.

Eunwoo followed after you, your hands still intertwined. When you arrive at the game, he looked at you for a moment, his eyes filled with fondness before pulling away to pay for the game. He soon received a ball from the worker, and turned his attention back to you with a smile on his face.

You watched him closely as he play the game, cheering for him internally.

Eunwoo focused on the bottles, his aim precise and steady. He took a deep breath and threw the ball, his eyes locked on the target. The ball knocked down the bottles, one by with satisfying thumps. Eunwoo grinned, his gaze turning to you, pleased with the results.

You were standing beside him and admiring him silently, obviously impressed by his skills and efficiency. "Woah. As expected of Eunwoo." you uttered, a hint of awe in your voice.

Eunwoo turned to you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips at your awe. He noticed the hint of amazement in your voice, and he felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him.

"It's nothing." He said, his tone humble as a slight blush dusted his cheeks at your praise. He carefully placed the ball down, looking at you and letting out another soft chuckle.

"What else are you not good at?" It's rather a statement and not a question. You looked over at him fondly, letting out a warm chuckle.

Eunwoo paused for a moment, a smile forming on his lips. He met your gaze, his expression soft as he pondered your question with an amused glint in his eyes.

He responded with a touch of humility. "Well..."

He paused, seemingly racking his brain for a response. Then, he looked at you again, a teasing smile on his face. "Are you trying to call me perfect?"

You narrowed your eyes at Eunwoo playfully. "Correct."

Eunwoo laughed at your response, his heart softening at your playful manner. He looked into your eyes, his gaze still soft with affection. He gently tugged you closer, his expression turning thoughtful as he pondered your words further. "Well, perfection doesn't exist, you know."

"If perfection doesn't exist, why am I seeing one now? He's standing right in front of me." you remarked, a teasing glint in your eyes, your gaze fixated on him

Eunwoo felt his cheeks heating up at your words, flustered by your praise and the way your gaze was fixed on him. He gave a soft chuckle and shook his head, his heart feeling lighter.

"Oh, stop it." He muttered softly, the tips of his ears turning red. He gently pulled you closer toward him, your bodies almost touching now.

You smiled fondly at his reaction before speaking again. "You need to get your reward. You knocked those bottles out." you refered to the prize.

Eunwoo smiled at that, his gaze drifting toward the prize—the stuffed toys—then back at you. He noticed your expectant gaze, and his heart softened.

"I suppose so." He replied, the hint of amusement still present in his tone. He held your hand in his and walked over to the prize area, picking up the toy and holding it out toward you. "For you."

"Oh you're giving it to me?" you couldn't help but smile brightly at him, accepting the teddy bear from him, hugging it in your arms. "Thank you, jagiya. I'm so happy right now." you spoke genuinely.

Eunwoo watched as you hug the teddy bear tightly in your arms, a warm feeling fluttering in his chest at the sight of your happiness. He tucked your hair behind your ear, his touch gentle. He spoke softly, his voice warm with affection.

"You're welcome." He said, his gaze still fixed on you, his eyes brimming with tenderness and love.

"Let's go eat something. I'm quite hungry after all of those rides and games." you suggested, taking a hold of his arm, resting your head on his shoulder and nuzzling against him.

Eunwoo nodded at your suggestion, feeling the weight of your head on his shoulder and relishing the feeling of your body against his. He placed his hand on top of yours, gently rubbing your hand with his thumb in a subtle gesture of affection.

"Let's go find something then." He responded softly, his gaze still warm and tender as he walked side by side with you, keeping you close.

"I'm just gonna follow you..." you seemed to be out of energy now, leaning into his side.

Eunwoo smiled tenderly at your words, feeling your exhaustion. He took note of the way you lean on him, and he placed an arm around your waist, supporting you. He gently rubbed your back, his touch comforting.

"Tired, hm?" He asked, his tone soft and loving, his eyes filled with concern.

You hummed softly in response.

Eunwoo felt your tired hums. He looked at your face and observed the tiredness in your eyes. He moved his fingers, gently caressing the back of your head.

"We'll go find somewhere to sit and have dinner then." He said softly, his voice full of concern and affection. His arm, still wrapped around your waist, gently led you toward the direction of the food area.

You followed him wherever he guided you as the sun began to set.

Eunwoo took notice of your docile behavior, silently taking in the way you follow his lead without a word of protest, a smile tugging at his lips. He kept you close, his arm securely wrapped around your waist. After a short walk, he located an unoccupied table in the food area. He guided you over to the table and seated you gently, making sure you are comfortable.

"Stay here, jagiya." He instructed lightly, his voice soft as he gently pat your knee.

You nodded in acknowledgement and stayed on your seat.

Eunwoo smiled affectionately at your compliance, his gaze full of tender fondness. He left you to head over to the nearby food stalls, and returned not long after, carrying a tray with a couple of meals on it. He set the food down on the table, sitting down next to you.

"I got you some food." He said, his tone still soft and warm, his eyes fixed on you. He pushed a plate toward you, silently telling you to eat.

"Thank you, jagiya." you gave him a weary but appreciative smile before you began to eat, taking your precious time to savor your meal.

Eunwoo watched you as you eat, his gaze quietly fixed on you. He noticed your weary but appreciative smile and felt a twinge of concern at your visible exhaustion. He noticed the way you eat your meal slowly, as if savoring every bit of it. He smiled softly and leaned back on his seat, patiently waiting for you to finish, his own meal untouched.

You noticed that he haven't touched his food yet and glanced at him.

"What are you doing? You should also eat." You frowned slightly, a look of disapproval on your face.

Eunwoo chuckled softly at the sight of your frown, feeling a little guilty. He saw the disapproval on your face and shook his head at your comment.

"I'll eat after you." He responded firmly, refusing to touch his food. He crossed his arms, his attention still fully on you, his expression tender but stubborn.

'This guy...' you swallowed your food, leaning forward and helding out a piece of meat to him, prompting to feed him. "Don't be stubborn and eat." you said in a firm tone.

Eunwoo looked at you, his stubbornness starting to waver. He stared you down for a few moments, hesitating, before sighing deeply and nodding.

"Okay, okay, fine." He said, relenting. He opened his mouth and allowed you to feed him, his eyes still fixed on you, a slight flush on his face.

Your smile returned on your face, gazing at Eunwoo tenderly.

"Do I have to feed you so you would eat?" you asked lightheartedly, shaking your head in amusement.

Eunwoo swallowed his food, the flush on his cheeks growing even more apparent at your words. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and let out a sheepish chuckle as he spoke, his eyes lowering.

"No, I just... wanted to make sure you were eating well first..." He mumbled softly, still somewhat embarrassed by the moment. He kept his gaze on you, a slight hint of guilt and helplessness visible in his expression.

Your expression softened further at him. You chuckled a bit and responded gently: "Then I wouldn't be able to eat well without you accompanying me."

Eunwoo's heart fluttered at your words, your gentle tone filling him with a sense of reassurance. He looked into your eyes, his gaze turning soft and tender. He let out a sigh of surrender.

"Alright, alright. I get it now." He said, nodding his head resignedly, his expression still a little sheepish, but also tinged with affection.

You were pleased with that and watched as he start to eat, feeling a sense of warmth seeing him eat well. You continued to eat, slowly gaining your energy back.

Eunwoo eat in silence, occasionally stealing glances at you. He observed the way you eat, noticing that you're regaining your energy. His heart felt full, knowing that he was the reason for your energy levels gradually returning. He finished his meal, satisfied with his own meal, and put the utensils down, his gaze still lingering on you.

You finished your meal after him and felt thirsty.

Eunwoo noticed your facial expression, as if searching for something. He looked on curiously.

"Are you feeling thirsty?" He asked gently, raising an eyebrow, his tone tinged with a hint of concern.

You nodded in response.

Eunwoo glanced around, looking for a drink stand. His gaze fell on one nearby and he turned to you, speaking gently.

"Wait here for a bit." He pat your shoulder before standing up and heading toward the drink stand, wanting to get a drink for you.

While waiting for Eunwoo, a guy suddenly approached you, asking for your number. You refused, saying you have a boyfriend but the guy was persistent and it was making you feel uneasy, especially the guy was checking you out.

Eunwoo stood in the queue to buy a drink, his gaze occasionally shifting toward the table where you are sitting. He noticed another guy approaching you, and his gaze sharpened as he watched your interaction from afar. As the guy kept talking, he saw that you are uncomfortable as you try to refuse multiple times but the guy was not listening.

He narrowed his eyes, his expression hardening, growing irritated with annoyance and a slight hint of... jealousy.

The guy seemed quite persistent, moving closer to you. Then, he placed his hand on your thigh, his words clearly hinting something inappropriate. That's when Eunwoo decided that it's enough. He stepped out of the queue, walking toward your table, his gaze intense and focused, and a slight frown on his face.

The guy didn't notice Eunwoo approaching from behind, still focused on you, still trying to get your number, his hand still on your thigh. Eunwoo clenched his jaw at the scene, his irritation growing by the second, his patience wearing thin. He arrived at the table and grabbed the guy's shoulder, pulling him roughly away from you.

The guy stumbled away a little from the sudden pull, quickly turning around to face him. He looked at Eunwoo and immediately raises his hands up, a mixture of defiance and fear etched on his face.

"Eunwoo..." You uttered softly as you rose from your seat, slightly surprised to see him back already but you were glad he's here now, your body immediately relaxing in his presence.

Eunwoo turned toward you, and his expression softened a little, his gaze still filled with a mix of anger and concern. He kept his eyes fixed on the guy, but his attention was still on you as well, his grip on the guy's shoulder remaining firm but not too rough.

He spoke up, his voice hard but firm,

"Is this guy bothering you?"

You nodded softly in response but that didn't mean you wanted him to cause a scene.

Eunwoo knew and understood that you don't want to cause a scene, but seeing how that guy was bothering you like that stirred something inside of him.

He took a deep breath, and spoke up, his eyes still fixed on the guy, his tone firm, but still respectful.

"You didn't hear her the first time? She said she has a boyfriend, and clearly she doesn't want to give you her number."

You reached out and grasped his shirt, gently coaxing him to let him go. "Stop it..." you spoke in a calm voice, trying to ease the tension.

Eunwoo felt your touch on his shirt, and the feeling of your hand touching his shirt relaxes him a little. He glanced at you, his gaze softening a little as he noted your voice and your attempts to ease the tension. His grip on the guy tightened for a few more seconds before he finally let go, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He turned to you, his expression still hardened but there was a hint of guilt.

The guy hesitantly walked away, finally leaving the two of you alone.

Eunwoo watched the guy walk away, his expression still stern, before turning his attention back to you. He sighed deeply, his tense shoulders slightly relaxing but he still seemed a bit irritated. He looked at you quietly, his gaze still somewhat hard, as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Calm down, hm? He's gone." You tried to soothe him, cupping his cheeks in your hands as you gazed at him with a gentle expression.

Eunwoo felt your hands gently gripping his cheeks, and a wave of comfort washed over him as he looked into your eyes. Your soothing touch and presence helped to cool his anger and irritation, his heart softening at the sight of you.

Eunwoo wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His expression softened more as he looked at you, his eyes still holding a hint of concern but he was significantly calmer now.

"Sorry..." He murmured softly, his tone apologetic as if he felt guilty about his reaction earlier.

"And thank you for coming to my rescue." you said appreciatively, wrapping your arms around him in return.

Eunwoo felt your arms around him, and he pulled you even closer, tucking you against his side. He wrapped his arms around you tight, relishing in the feeling of holding you.

"I can't tolerate it when someone bothers you." He murmured softly, a protective edge to his voice as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You stayed in his arms for awhile until he calmed down.

"Let's go get iced coffee to end the day." you told him softly, a faint smile on your face.

Eunwoo nodded softly at your words, his gaze softening even more as he took notice of your exhausted expression. He gently grabbed your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, his touch firm but tender.

"Okay... let's go. You need to rest."

He said, his tone softer now. He gently led you toward the nearby coffee stand, keeping you close to him, as if not wanting to let you go.

You followed his lead, your hand still tightly clasped in his as you threaded through the crowd. You couldn't help but glance at him occasionally, noticing the slight tension in his jaw that he try to keep hidden, giving his hand a gentle squeeze in response.

Eunwoo felt your gentle squeeze, his tense expression immediately relaxing, and he turned to look at you, his gaze meeting your soft yet concerned eyes. He could see the worry in your look, and he couldn't help but give you a reassuring smile, squeezing your hand gently back, as if telling you not to worry, that he was fine.

Soon you reached the coffee stand. Eunwoo glanced at the menu board briefly before turning his gaze toward you, silently asking you what you'd like to have. He rubbed your hand with his thumb in a gentle motion, a subtle gesture of affection.

You choose the classic iced coffee.

Eunwoo listened to your order and gave the barista a nod before placing your order and his. You soon got the drinks, and he handed you the cup.

You took the cup from him, taking a sip of the iced coffee which satisfied your craving.

"Let's go home now." you said softly, taking a hold of his arm while holding your cup with the other.

He nodded in agreement, his gaze still fixed on you, his expression soft. He led you toward the parked car, still keeping one hand around your waist as he opened the car door for you, gently guiding you in. He got in the car as well and shutted the door, starting the car.

You leaned back comfortably on your seat, letting out a sigh.

Eunwoo noticed your sigh as you lean back against your seat, and a hint of concern flickers across his face.

"Tired, jagiya?" He asked, his tone still soft and warm as a tender expression took over his face.

A hint of smile on your face as you nodded softly in response.

"Tired but worth it." you replied, turning to face him.

"Thank you for making my day extra special, Eunwoo. I genuinely enjoyed our time together." you expressed sincerely, your voice filled with affection for him.

Your words touch his heart deeply, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness upon hearing your gratitude. He reached over and gently cupped your face in his hand, his touch tender and affectionate, and a warm smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I enjoyed it too. I always enjoy spending time with you." He responded, his tone gentle and sincere, his eyes sparkling softly.

"Being with you is the best birthday gift I could ever receive." you said warmly, gazing back into his eyes lovingly.

Eunwoo's heart melted at your words, and his gaze softened, filled with love and affection. Your words touch his soul, and he leaned closer to you.

"You deserve the best." He murmured softly, his voice gentle as he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb, his touch ever so tender.

A soft smile graced your lips as you lean into his touch, finding comfort and love in his presence. The journey back to the house is filled with a comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft hum of the engine and the occasional sound of sipping. Once back to the house, he gently guide you inside.

You followed him inside the house, instantly feeling at home.

Eunwoo gently closed the door behind you, a sense of quiet comfort filling the space. He turned around to face you, taking note of your tired expression, his expression softened, affection and concern in his gaze. He walked toward where you are standing and gently wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

Your body relaxed in his arms as a sense of safety washed over you, the fatigue weighing on your body started to ease up upon feeling the warmth of his embrace.

Eunwoo felt you relax in his arms, and he held you close, relishing in the feeling of having you near. He gently stroked your back in slow, soothing circles, his touch tender and loving, his gaze fixed on you.

Later on, Eunwoo helped you settle onto the bed, his hand lingering on your waist as he watched you get comfortable.

You let out a content sigh and snuggled closer to him, burying your face into his chest.

Eunwoo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer against his chest as he felt your face nuzzling into him. A wave of content wash over him as he held you in his arms, and he let out a soft sigh of his own.

He ran his fingers soothingly through your hair, gently massaging your scalp as he spoke softly.

"Did you enjoy the day, jagiya?"

You smiled subtly at his question with your eyes closed.

"I enjoyed it more than you think." you muttered in a pleasant voice.

A soft smile graced his face as he heard your reply, and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your head, his touch tender and affectionate. He continued to run his fingers through your hair, savoring the moment of closeness between the two of you.

"I'm glad. I wanted to make it a memorable day for you. Once again, happy birthday, jagiya."

[blackterrae]

𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑺𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆

𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝟷 𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝟷

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟐𝒌

𝖡𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒 @blackterrae

𝙰.𝙽: 𝙳𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎 ��𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌! @gosling441

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘪𝘵. 𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥’𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘵.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘊𝘩𝘢 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝟷𝟹 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘒𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

“𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧?”

𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘒𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺.

“𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘢’𝘢𝘮, 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 (𝘠/𝘕), 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢.”

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰. 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰, 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥?”

𝘈 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘵, 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰.

“𝘐’𝘮 (𝘠/𝘕).”

“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸,” 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰! 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶!”

𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸��𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰.

𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝟹𝟶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥.

𝘏𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶��𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.

𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭; 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘒𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥—𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭'𝘴 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥.

“𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘉𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.”

𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰’𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.

“𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, ”

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

“𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 ��𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥,”

𝘚𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.

“𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵. 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.”

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘐𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦.

𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥-𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦; 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤!” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦-”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧.

“𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵; 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵.”

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 (𝘠/𝘕),” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝟸𝟷 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘪 𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰’𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ��𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘩𝘢 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 she 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

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Hey gurrl I'm new to your blog I absolutely love you stories and was wondering if I could ask one for cha eunwoo I can find an blk female book on him and it frustrating 😭😭

Well the company there are in is hybe

Cha eunwoo is a well established idol and actor while yn is still a trainee that eunwoo fell in love with and as been flirting with but she is an oblivions person so until he told her before she knew. Cha eunwoo age same as current while since yn is a trainee I would say 18

Soo sorry for the long ass quest😘🙏🏾

a/n: omg sorry it took me forever to freaking get to this! Please forgive me. I wrote this in one night so I didn't have much time to check for grammar so I'm deeply sorry for any mistakes.

Eunwoo waits for you after practice. Every day. Always at the door. He waits. The other trainees would playfully poke fun singing KISSING the nursery rhyme as they walk out giggling passing the older male. You're sweaty, your limbs feel like jelly and a tired smile smoothes onto your face every time you see Eunwoo. And damn he loves your smile. It reminds him of the early days of summer when the weather still felt a little nicer.

Sometimes you and Eunwoo didn't need to speak. There was that silent talk that said more. When his eyes said more too but you never notice the way he looked at you. The little pleading behind his dark eyes for you to look at him a little longer and the little hint of love hidden in his irises for you to find.

There's a close enough space between you and Eunwoo as you walk beside him. He intentionally lets the back of his hand brush against yours, just that brief moment of skin-to-skin contact was enough for him though he craved more than that.

“Practice go well?”

“I kept getting the steps wrong again and the teacher scolded me.” you pouted.

Eunwoo pets your head. “Do you want to practice with me?”

He knew the dance by heart. He sometimes watched in on you and other trainees to see how you were progressing.

“Oh...No I know you're super busy preparing for your new drama. I don't want to bother you."

“You won't be,” he said. “You just need someone to fully break everything down to you.”

“Thanks. I'd really appreciate that.”

For you, Eunwoo doesn't mind doing things like this even if his schedule is going to be super busy. He can always make the time for you.

Eunwoo took you to your favorite cafe, down the street from the company's building. Instead of you ordering for yourself, Eunwoo orders for you, knowing your drink combo by heart.

You never had any real friends growing up, even with the other trainees you've been with for almost a year, you still weren't sure if you could consider them friends. But with Eunwoo, you consider him to be your best friend. You and he did the things best friends do, talk in the way best friends do, send TikTok videos back and forth, with “Lol this reminds me of you.” or “This is so us.”

Eunwoo pays for your drink like he always does. And you would shove your money at him to take it. He never does. He's a good friend.

It's when you're both sitting outside the cafe, enjoying the nice weather that Eunwoo is staring at you, watching you drink from your cup. He's staring so long that you become a little insecure.

You choke on a laugh asking, “W-Why are you staring?”

“Staring?” Eunwoo's thick dark brown cock's up.

“Yeah...At me.”

“I'm not starting.”

“You're doing it now.”

“I'm not.” Then he looks away down at his drink while folding the corners of a white paper napkin that's under his cup. “You, um... You look really pretty today.”

You laughed. He expected that. Your voice carries with the slight breeze that pushes by. “I'm not.” You said. “And after sweating all day, I'm surprised you don't think I smell.”

You raise your arm to get a whiff of yourself. Not so bad.

Eunwoo lets himself look at you. But don't full-blown stare at you. He tries to focus on the small things on you; like the yellow mustard stain on the front of your baby blue crop top that you tried your hardest to clean after lunch, then he looks at the lavender scrunchie on your wrist that he gave you back in April, you always wore it as good luck. He looks at the baby hairs on your arm. Then lastly, at the scar on your chin, you had gotten when you were five from your older cousin.

“Even after practice, you're still pretty,” he said.

Now that you think about it. This was Eunwoo's first time calling you pretty and you weren't sure why that coming from him made you feel like you were dancing on your tippy toes.

“You never called me pretty before.”

But he has a billion times in his head.

“Y/n, just accept my compliment.” he smiles. Of course he wanted to move along with the whole pretty thing because damn he wouldn't be able to explain why he thought you were pretty.

Or maybe he could. Or maybe he couldn't.

If someone were to ask him to name the five things he thought were pretty about you, he'd say, “Five isn't enough.”

“Why am I suddenly pretty?” You pressed him playfully.

Eunwoo rips the corner of the napkin under his drink, balls it in a tiny ball, and throws it at your face.

“Did I say pretty?”

“You did.”

“Hmm, I think you misheard me.”

“I didn't.”

“I think you did.” he laughs.

“Why are you denying it now?”

“Denying what?”

“That you called me pretty?”

“Did I call you pretty?”

“Eunwoo, stop messing with me,” you whined.

He winks at you getting up from the table and grabbing his cup and napkin. “I always thought you were pretty. I just never dared to actually say it out loud.” he walks away from the table.

You hop up grabbing your cup as you rush alongside Eunwoo. Slapping your hand out over his forehead, you checked for a fever.

“No fever,” you mumbled. Your hand fell away. “Do friends usually find their friends pretty?”

“Yeah, all the time,” Eunwoo said.

Yeah, but calling your friend pretty while you were in love with them was a different kind of pretty.

“Oh,” you said. You threw your cup in a trash can and so did Eunwoo.

“I think you're just as pretty.”

Eunwoo's face warms up. “D–Don't say that.”

“It's true though. Like your visuals are killer.” You gushed over him and damn, that made him want to stop walking and kiss you.

The walk back to the company was short. Your day wasn't over yet since you had vocal practice in the evening that lasted way later than you wanted to. You and Eunwoo linger in the company's lobby for a few minutes, just talking.

“I want to tell you something before you go,” Eunwoo said.

“Oh, What is it?”

Eunwoo looks around at the few people walking through the lobby, he grabs your hand pulling you to a more private area without listening ears. His heart beats a little faster. His hands get a little sweaty. His words are a little stuck now.

“I like being your friend.”

“Eunowoo, I like being your friend too!” you smiled up at him. And that man could have melted in his shoes.

“Being friends is nice, but I don't think I want to be friends anymore,” he said quietly.

“Did I do something wrong?” There's a creak in your voice.

Eunwoo cups your face with his warm hands that burn at your cheeks. “Of course not, Y/n.”

“Then why don't you wanna be friends anymore?”

“Because....” he paused. “I want something more with you than just a friendship.”

“What do you mean?”

Eunwoo playfully rolled his eyes. “I want us to be together.”

“We're together now.”

He laughs. “No, like I want us to be together together.”

“As in....” You trailed off.

“Boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Ooooh like that.” you smiled warmly.

“Yeah. Like that,” he said. “I've always been in love with you.” it's the way he says it that felt like a soft landing.

“You have?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

“Since when?”

“The first time you smiled and said hello to me.”

Falling in love with you had been easy. You made it easy for him without even knowing it.

“Oh, god, not that time when I had a milk mustache.” You made a funny face that made Eunwoo laugh.

“Yeah, that time.” That was his favorite little memory of you.

You took Eunwoo by surprise when you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him. Your kiss felt like heaven, like it was the sweetest thing, your lips perfect against his, and he could kiss you every day for hours, if that's even possible.

He kissed you back, his lips moving with urgency, like if he didn't kiss you enough or make it deeper enough you would just disappear. You feel his lips pulled into a smile.

“I love you, Y/n.”

[pupuyvs]

(un)talented gays

Han Sohyun Up and coming actress, younger sister of actress Han Sohee. Hates the idol industry, but friend group is made up of idols…Lives with Sooyoung (Yves).

Ha Sooyoung (Yves) Famous producer, primarily working with Hybe, however also releases her own music. Been friends with Sohyun the longest and lives with her. In love with Sohee (not literally), has a secret girlfriend only Sohyun knows about.

Cha Eunwoo Famous actor and member of Astro. Resident bi and man of the friend group. Currently single but has his eyes on someone.

Kim Jiyeon (Bona) Actress and member of WJSN. Designated mom friend of the group, says she doesn’t have favorites but everyone knows Sohyun is her favorite.

Han Sohee Famous actress and Sohyun’s older sister. The fastest Sohyun protector I know she do not play, she get down.

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[exilynn]

title: 𝕰𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖘( Modern Eddie x OC)

synopsis:

"They say that the legend of Nocteris echoes only in the hearts destined to meet. But what if this echo is so strong that it transcends time and memory?"

Love never made sense to Eddie Munson.

With a cynical view and a shielded heart, he believed that fate was always against him. Until a girl came into his life, and everything changed.

He rolled a 2 and saw her for the first time, laughing with her friends while he played with his band.

He rolled a 5 and, that night without rules, she gave him a glimpse of something deeper in the night.

He rolled a 7 and showered her with compliments at graduation, and for the first time, he saw her beyond the idealized girl – she had something much deeper.

He rolled a 10 and, while she was going through her own inner struggles, he found himself wanting to protect her, but not knowing how.

He rolled a 12 and, after a night full of laughter and confessions, he realized that she was changing his view of love.

He rolled a 15 and, even when everything seemed confused, their hearts were more connected by the echo of feelings.

And when he rolled a 20, he knew that love was never a game, and that he had won the lottery of love, but had no idea, until it happened. The bat of Love bit your soul, and nothing would be the same again.

♥ format: longfic; canon divergence, headcanon's

Characters:

♥ pairing: modern eddie x fem oc( self insertion)

♥ warning:

Eddie Munson/Original Female Character(s), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Drug Use, Childhood Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Sadness/Grief, Childhood Friends, Original Character(s), Bullying, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Protective Eddie Munson, Background Hellfire Club (Stranger Things), Basketball Eddie Munson, Explicit Sexual Content, Eddie Munson has a Crush on Quinn Josephine, So many references 80's time, Eddie Munson Has a Sister, Eddie Munson moms Headcanon, Past Jason Carver/Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Antonella Munson, Corroded Coffin Concert (Stranger Things), Minor Eddie Munson/Original Character(s), Adopted Sibling Relationship, Quinn Josephine has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Loss of Virginity, Good Friend Dustin Henderson, A rewrite of Stranger Things for Eddie Non-canon Love Circle, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Protective Parent Jim "Chief" Hopper, Denial of Feelings, Good Friend Eddie Munson, Character Death, Smoking, Eddie Munson Lives, Blow Jobs, Eddie Munson is an ABBA Fan, Eddie Munson is Whipped, Eddie is a simp but just for Quinn, Eddie Munson has Golden Retriever Energy, Eddie Munson Has a Praise Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Daddy Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Breeding Kink, Degradation Kink, Sexual Overstimulation, Eddie Munson is an Rob Zombie Fan

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Good reading! 🫦♥️

4. Howling Prom

Eddie Munson

—" If you get thrown out of a Chevrolet, what do you get? A broken leg? A rib?"

That’s what I think about, almost obsessively. My sister watches me, suspecting we’ll never be a united family again.

Resentments are heavy. I can’t live as a creature of the shadows anymore, brooding over the darkness my father left in me.

— This isn’t what I expected from you... One moment you hate him, the next you still like the old man? — Nelly insists.

— I’m not a fan of forcing situations. It gets tiring feeding resentment, coldness... I’ve been surviving hell since I was a teenager. Almost an era of condemnations.

— I hate the divorce too, but we’re not the saviors of their relationship, Eddie!

She’s not wrong. I still have a little bit of that poison in my veins.

— We took too long to realize that Mom loves the old capitalist. I don’t want to live in the darkness of resentment anymore. Got it? — I spit the words out, not angry now.

I think the problem is us. There’s a bitter gulp of escapism in that. We’re immortal creatures trapped in our own human stupidity.

— I think happy days can come back for the Munsons. I was happy with Wayne. Maybe the darkness of the family has passed... — I declare.

— Since when did you get so emotional? — Nelly raises an eyebrow.

— Thank the girl from Howling, the savior of creatures from the dark.

I love being saved by that girl I’ve waited for since my birth on this green and blue pile called planet Earth.

— Nice to see changes, but I’ll call her the healer, okay? — she comments, without mockery.

— Call her Miss Munson. Can I already plan my nerdy wedding?

— Or should I call her the mother of your hobbit-footed elves? — She laughs, referencing The Hobbit.

I smile, but soon I notice her serious gaze. The question she’s not asking: Do I distrust her, or do I trust she only wants what's best for me?

My mind almost short-circuits. Mental breakdown or metal breakdown? Obviously, I’m the son of heavy metal.

I don’t see Antonella like that, even though she hurt me, gave me a childhood trauma. Deep down, she cares.

— I kindly ask that you don’t fool a time traveler. You don’t need to worry about my failed love affairs.

— Really? Let me remind you that you loved Quinn when she said that hi at the Howling playground.

— Here you go again, talking about Quinn. What’s the obsession?

— I don’t know, Eddie... I think you need a bucket of cold water. Wake up!

— No. I am the law of my own life.

She looks at me seriously.

— Put on some music, so we can banish this damn melancholy. — I suggest.

The balance is restored when we talk about music. I listen to Anthrax, Maiden... she listens to Deftones.

— Do you still have that Maiden CD I gave you?

— It was you? I thought it was Wayne!

My life has been a lie. I never imagined Antonella gave it to me.

— Why don’t you go back to Uncle Wayne, since you like the country guy so much? — she shoots, jealous.

— Do you like my company, sis?

She laughs, denying the jealousy.

— It’s normal to feel that way when someone takes your place as a sister...

— But Wayne didn’t take it. You’re useful, Nelly.

— Useful? What a lovely compliment... — she rolls her eyes.

— At least you don’t think I’m an idiot. Most people see me as a weird, futureless metalhead.

— Oh, I think you’re a useful idiot, little bro.

I decide to drop the emotions and enjoy Strange World by Iron Maiden while Nelly drives.

— What if there was an all-female Maiden? Wouldn’t it be cool to see girls playing guitar? Like Babymetal?

I’m surprised. She’s not mocking my favorite band.

— What the hell is this? If you want something bold, rewind the tape and look better.

She laughs and rolls her eyes.

The melody of Halcyon and On and On guides me into a relaxing state, until Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon starts.

— This song takes me back. As if the memories chase me, no matter where I go... — I murmur, closing my eyes.

— The heart beats violently, as if it’s being hit. Doesn’t it?

Nelly opens the sunroof, revealing the stars.

— Why do I wait for Quinn, if she abandoned me, like our father?

My sister has no answer, but fate shuffles the cards.

— Every story has two sides: the truth and each person’s version. Don’t hate the girl without knowing the truth, Eddie.

I shake my head, expressionless.

Maybe it’s not so terrible to give the past another chance.

Nelly disapproves, but I don’t say anything.

I know Lily affects me, but Quinn... Quinn was my watercolor.

And before her, blue was just another color. Now, it’s no longer pain. Now, it’s love.

— I don’t know what else to say without starting a fight with you, Eddie...

Nelly laments, banging her head on the steering wheel. Before she hurts herself, I hold her shoulder and mutter:

— Fine, your melodramatic show encouraged me.

She stares at me, unbelieving, until a strange smile appears on her face.

— Oh, already? Did you get eaten by the courage dragon?

Surprised by how much I helped, she watches me like she hasn’t done anything special.

— Any trigger can be the fatal shot, Nelly.

I take a sip of hope and make a bullet-shattering sound as it hits the target.

•••

We arrive at Linda’s house. I get out of the car and wait for someone to appear. Nothing. I ring the doorbell. Silence.

Consumed by impatience, I start throwing rocks at the window, looking like one of those 50s romance movies.

Normally, giving up isn’t an option. But this time, there’s no choice.

I signal to Nelly that the house is empty. The lights off confirm my frustration. I kick a few stones on the way back and sink into the seat, feeling the rage grow.

— Setbacks happen, Eddie. She might’ve been late and will meet you there...

— PUT THE PEDAL TO THE METAL! — I rant, frustrated.

I shift from calm to irritated as I open the car door.

— Try breaking my door and I’ll crush you, little bro! — she growls, impatient. Now we’re even.

Even though I accept I’ve been stood up, a voice hammers in my head: What if something happened to Lily?

---

We head to the graduation hall, the silence weighing heavily until Nelly decides to break it:

— Oh, stop whining for once in your life. Face it as a challenge!

— Sure, they want Jason. No one looks at Eddie, the weirdo... — I gesture air quotes, but she can’t take my drama.

— Keep feeling sorry for yourself, but what if... Quinn came back to town? Don’t waste time being the weirdo they want. Be the outlaw rocker!

— Damn, that was surgical! — My legs tremble with anxiety.

— I might not be good at giving advice, but I listen to you like I’m your friend.

— Siblings can’t be intimate friends...

— Eddie, are you mad? — She notices the change in my tone.

— No, Antonella.

— Call me Nelly? I hate fighting with you...

I stay quiet. Since I can remember, lying has become a bad habit.

She notices and changes the subject. Too smart to insist where she doesn’t want to go.

— I want to be the hostess at your graduation, since our mom can’t come. Be your mom for a night.

— Stop trying to bring positivity, or I’ll throw you out.

I tell the truth, and she pouts, upset.

— Are you going to kick me out of my own car?

— Fuck it, I don’t care.

I cross my arms and pretend to be indifferent.

I close my eyes and picture Linda Hansol’s smile. No matter how pissed I am at her lack of commitment to me... the girl is still my refuge in such an idiotic world.

— Let’s go in. — I adjust the wings of my costume, which got a little wrinkled.

I get out of the car before the courage that "kissed" me runs away.

This time, I won’t run.

At school, I was always cast as the rebel who avoided feelings. Maybe because I preferred throwing myself into extracurricular activities — the ones that had nothing to do with school. Like the Hellfire Club.

The student council was never of interest to me. It lacked substance. At Howling High, like any other school, no one seemed to care if girls were harassed by Carver's gang or if the boys' bathroom was disgusting.

Nelly and I walk toward the entrance of the hall. I’m anxious, impatient, and have no patience for conversations about feelings.

She looks at her watch and sarcastically says:

— What’s the rush? The girl’s not going to run off to the hills. Or is she, Eddie?

— Got the urge to pee.

— You should’ve gone before you got here. Now you're gonna commit the crime of peeing in front of your crush! — She lightly pushes me, laughing.

I make a face.

— Shouldn’t a stoner see nature as their habitat?

— Just because I used to smoke weed doesn’t mean I’m a forest nomad!

I shrug.

— Damn, this costume’s squeezing my balls... or what’s left of them.

She laughs, mocking.

— Intimacy is a bitch. — I roll my eyes.

Inside the hall, we find an empty spot, but my priority is the bathroom. I rush out, not paying attention.

In the heat of the moment, I walk straight in... and only realize the mistake when I see a girl standing in front of me, staring at me in shock.

— Excuse me? — She blinks, clearly surprised and uncomfortable. — I think you’re in the wrong bathroom.

Shit.

— Oh, shit, shit, shit... — I scold myself aloud, lightly hitting my head.

— Are you friends with Carver?

Her voice carries a hint of fear and surprise.

I freeze.

That voice... so familiar.

My mind spins as I try to remember where I know her from. But, stuck in this pathetic situation, my ability to think goes down the drain.

Unable to say anything that won’t make the mess worse, I leave the bathroom, pretending nothing happened.

The voice keeps echoing in my head like a scratched record.

But I don’t have time to get lost in that. Lily should have arrived by now.

I need to focus on what really matters.

Except, no matter how hard I try to leave the incident behind, that voice keeps haunting me.

And I can’t stand blank mysteries.

Outside, the rain falls heavily, thunder splits the sky, and the weather is definitely not playing around.

Inside the hall, however, no one seems to care. A group of graduates fights against the wind to get inside, and I make my way to Nelly before she finds me first. She’s excited, something rare to see.

— Hey, long-haired guy, I found you! — She smiles, analyzing me behind her glasses.

— Hey... — I try to sound normal, but my hands tremble.

— What did you do? — Nelly crosses her arms, looking at me suspiciously.

— Is everything I do wrong now? — I respond automatically, but my conscience falters.

— I don’t know... why that look of horror?

I take a deep breath.

— Okay... I... accidentally walked into the girls' bathroom.

She widens her eyes for a second before bursting into laughter, attracting looks. Great, exactly what I needed.

— Are you blind or just an idiot?

— I got the female sanctuary wrong, okay?

— What’s with that word, Eddie? — She makes a face, amused.

The hall is packed, about eight hundred people squeezed inside. Frankly, crowds were never my thing. My social battery runs out too quickly, and most of these people are just extras in my life.

After all, I’m always judged for being the "metal kid," as if my style says everything about me. But I’ve learned that fear is an untamable lion — and I try to tame that beast every day. The problem is that, deep down, I’m more of a hungry tiger than a tamer.

---

I make an effort to find her in the crowd, hoping she's just lost somewhere. Maybe it's the side effects of quitting drugs and falling for someone who gave up on truly getting to know me.

During this internal conflict, I spot Jamie and the guys from a distance.

I don't know if I feel betrayed, happy, or if I want to punch them, especially Jamie, who didn’t even show up to the party.

— Eddie! We’re over here! — Stiles yells, waving.

I approach. Jamie is dressed as Dracula. Stiles, as always, looks like he stepped out of a drag queen show. Takamori is wearing something typically Japanese.

— I told you Eddie would get a decent outfit! — Jamie pulls one of the wings of my costume. — Do these things fit you?

I roll my eyes.

— Are the old ladies fighting again? — Stiles laughs.

— Why didn’t God bring back the dinosaurs? — I mutter.

— You never take anything lightly, Munson.

— Oh, go screw yourself, Jamie.

He pushes me, laughing.

— I’m not a baby anymore, you know? And you guys don’t know the news.

— What news?

— It was just a one-night thing... — I shrug.

— Who was the lucky one? — they ask in unison.

— Does it matter?

They exchange weird looks.

— I thought you were inexperienced, Munson — Stiles teases.

— What did you expect? My uncle always kissed different “friends.”

— And who are you to judge then? — Jamie raises an eyebrow.

I sigh, not wanting to get into that debate.

— I’m not proud of it, but it was with Wayne’s girlfriend’s daughter. Annie, her name. I was thirteen.

— How old was she? — Stiles narrows his eyes.

— I don’t know... didn’t look underage.

— And you didn’t fall in love?

I let out a short laugh.

— Damn, Stiles, who falls in love with a finger?

— But don’t you like Quinn?

My expression hardens for a second before I let out another humorless laugh.

— She left. Am I supposed to stop my life for that?

Jamie shakes his head, dissatisfied.

— Would you give Annie a chance... today?

— If she wanted something, I’d tell her there’s no room in my heart.

— You’re so dumb, Munson. You could’ve been with the girl today, but you’re a coward.

— Women don’t like fighting men, right?

Takamori watches me silently before casually commenting:

— Why is the rocker acting different?

I ask myself the same thing.

— What planet are you guys living on? Eddie is the biggest perv in the group, he just hides it behind chivalry and a saintly face! — Jamie exclaims.

— I may be naughty, but I’m not the worst example of a man in Hellfire. — I retort, rolling my eyes.

For a second, I thought we were going to roll around the hall, almost killing each other, but something in the energy of the moment changed.

— At least I didn’t come dressed as a child! — Jamie taunts.

— Stick a firecracker up your ass and fly back to your mom, that planet Jupiter! — Nelly interjects.

— Chill, Antonella. His mom is cool... — I mumble under my breath.

— How embarrassing, be men! — Jamie tries to assert himself.

— “Be men?” — I repeat, feeling the urge to punch him grow. — The only one who needs to grow up here is you, Jamie. You’re a waste of a condom!

He smiles mockingly.

— And you, a failed copy of Alanfiero Munson.

My stomach churns. I’m not my father. What he did has nothing to do with me. I’m not an extension of his past, and I never will be. On the contrary, I’m a rough diamond — I just need to be polished.

They judge me for not knowing how to socialize with girls. They want sincere conversations, to feel cared for, protected. And me? I’m a walking disaster, incapable of offering anything solid.

“Love a woman’s imperfections, and she will love you in a way that will immortalize you for millennia.”

— The reality is that Jamie’s jealous because someone stole the spotlight tonight... And it was Eddie! — Stiles drops the bomb.

Jamie puffs up his chest.

— I’m the hottest guy in Howling! At least my crazy ex doesn’t stalk me like I’m a puppet.

I feel a strange relief for everything that went wrong before. If it weren’t for the betrayal, the breakup... I never would’ve met Linda Hansol. I never would’ve met Lily.

Oh, you could be mine. And you’d never cry over men who don’t know how to love a woman properly...

---

And no matter how long it takes to finish this book called Lily Hansol — I would devour every page as if it were a Tolkien masterpiece.

People are poems, they shouldn’t be read at the speed of light. But when I look at her, I see the most beautiful work ever written.

Lily stole every beat of my heart. Meeting her ignited the same fire I felt when reading The Fellowship of the Ring on a rainy afternoon.

That book captivated me as I plunged into the deepest waters of Elvish knowledge.

Today, I seek someone who loves my hurricanes, my wild, high tides. Someone to whom I can give the same love.

I want someone who isn’t afraid of chaos and will fight by my side. Not someone who packs their bags when my soul thunders. I am selfish when I love.

— The kind of man women love are vampires. — Jamie winks at Antonella, and my blood boils.

— Like you, soul suckers? — I ironize, making it clear what I think of the future union I’m already predicting.

— Sometimes you're an idiot, but... is your father called Zeus? — My sister sounds hypnotized by the blonde.

— Sorry, baby, but I skipped classes in... — Jamie frowns, trying to remember.

— Philosophy, idiot! — I cut in, clearing my throat.

Antonella doesn’t make it easier either. She must’ve smoked the joints I hid. I don’t know what’s more embarrassing: the sexual tension they pretend doesn’t exist or Nelly already electing Jamie as the future Munson.

I miss smoking. It was my escape to survive the damn adolescence. But if I stay away from drugs, maybe I won’t want to die before twenty-seven — the infamous dark age in the world of rock.

Hard to believe, but I’ve never watched the moonlight with my hands on someone. Outside of Hellfire Club, I’m just a guy wondering if aliens exist or what darker secrets this earthly ball hides... instead of worrying about this love thing.

— Eddie, there’s a girl on the dance floor. — Nelly nudges me, alert.

— I’m not going over there. She ditched the dance... — I point with my eyes, discreet.

— Idiot, go talk to the girl! — She practically pushes me.

— You think so? — I ask, trying to make sure it’s not a joke.

Eddie is far away. His mind wanders to the dance floor, where the lights flash in a colorful show.

Among familiar and unfamiliar faces, he sees her—Lily, the girl his sister pointed out. Could she really be his possible match?

The lights reflect off her red locks, her radiant expression. Every move she makes seems like an invitation, a celebration of friendship or something beginning to bloom. Eddie can’t look away. The world around him blurs, and only she stays in focus, illuminated by a rainbow of emotions.

Lily’s eyes shine, capturing the light almost magically. Eddie feels a tightness in his chest—nostalgia, yearning. The music vibrates, contrasting with the whirlwind of emotions he tries to contain.

He moves closer, positioning himself beside her, not sure how to start a conversation. After a few seconds of hesitation, he leans against the railing and casually says:

— Nice dress...

— You scared me, Eddie! — Lily turns around, surprise written on her face before breaking into a smile.

He stays there, watching her with a somewhat uncertain look.

— I thought you ditched the dance with me. — He rubs his neck nervously.

— I was going to meet you at home, but my dad wanted to bring me... — She makes an apologetic face.

— What matters is that you came. I thought it was going to be boring, but it’s not that bad.

— It’s well decorated. — She looks around.

— Do you like fluorescent things?

— They’re cool. — She watches him. — And you came as...?

Eddie smiles.

— Kas, from Dungeons & Dragons.

— Huh... I thought you’d come as a vampire.

— And you? Something literary, I imagine.

— Lily Munster, from The Munsters, 1964! — She twirls slightly to show off her dress.

— And here I am, dressed as an RPG demon, while you went all gothic... — He laughs.

Lily furrows her brow.

— Kas, huh? Not every day you see someone dress up as him.

— Exactly.

She looks at him for a moment, then narrows her eyes.

— Eddie, your bow tie...

He follows her gaze, confused.

— Is it crooked?

Lily steps closer with careful steps.

— You tied it wrong. Wait a sec.

Eddie smiles, convinced.

— Look at you, trying to fix it just so you can breathe my air, huh?

She makes a face.

— Stop being silly.

Lily undoes the knot and fixes it properly. He watches her closely, enchanted by her concentration on the task.

— See? You even offered to fix me...

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a playful glint in them.

— What happened to the Eddie who spent some time with me?

His smile fades a little.

— I just want a chance to show you who I really am.

Lily studies his face for a moment, then smiles.

— You going to show me your layers today, Munson?

— I’ll show you the best of me.

She nods, and he raises an eyebrow.

— Oh, so you don’t want me to ditch the playful guy?

Lily laughs softly, looking away.

— Shall we sit down? It’s kind of cold...

— I saw a free table over there in the corner. Want to come with me?

He extends his hand, and she takes it. Eddie makes his way through the crowd, arriving at the table far from the dance floor. He pulls out a chair for her like a gentleman. When they’re both seated, he crosses his arms on the table and looks at her directly.

— Don’t let anything convince you to give up on us.

— What, rocker? — She winks, carefree.

He leans in a little closer.

— I don’t like dancing, but... I’d like to take you to the dance floor.

Lily raises an eyebrow.

— Just stand up and come with me.

— What song’s playing?

Eddie looks at the dance floor and makes a face.

— Some generic song...

Lily listens carefully and smiles.

— Oh, it’s REO Speedwagon!

— Really? — He blinks, surprised.

— Can't Fight This Feeling. — She stands up. — Alright, want to dance with me?

Eddie is speechless for a moment. Then, he smiles, taking her hand.

He leads her to the dance floor, trying to appear confident. As soon as he finds a free space, he turns to her, placing his hands on her waist.

— Hold me like you did when we kissed in the clearing? — Lily asks, getting closer.

Eddie swallows hard, his hands settling on her waist more firmly. His heart races. The closeness is overwhelming.

They move to the rhythm of the music, bodies pressed together.

— I don’t want to step on your foot. — He murmurs, uncertain.

Lily laughs, her eyes sparkling.

— You’re holding me. There’s no way.

He breathes deeply, taking in every detail of the moment.

— Can you focus on the music?

She hesitates.

— I don’t know if I can, Eddie.

He looks at her, serious.

— Relax. You’re safe with me. Just relax... and let me guide you.

Her eyes meet his. And for a moment, everything around them disappears.

---

Being so close, they feel each other’s warmth. Eddie places his hand on her waist and pulls her closer, while the other slides over the flushed face of the redhead. The slow music fills the air. He feels an uncontrollable urge to kiss her.

He moves even closer, their noses brushing, sharing the same breath.

Lily’s eyes waver, trying to focus on the steps, guided by his movements. Eddie keeps her close, feeling the heat of her skin against his. His fingers glide through her soft red hair. His gaze locks on her lips.

— Is everything okay? — he murmurs, his voice full of curiosity and a hint of concern.

— A little nervous. — She confesses, meeting his gaze with her amber eyes.

— No one is a dance master... Stay with me, follow my lead. — He whispers, but his eyes remain fixed on her lips.

Eddie holds Lily’s hand firmly, gently guiding her to the rhythm of the music. He watches every movement she makes, captivated by the grace she exudes, like an elf lost on Earth.

Lily, shy, looks away to the other graduates dancing around, trying to avoid his gaze.

— Hey, did I do something? — he asks, unsure, pulling her closer.

She gives a small smile, still not looking at him.

— No, you didn’t do anything. I’m just... hot and happy. — she murmurs, a bit emotional.

Eddie feels a familiar warmth growing inside him.

— Me too... and hot. — he says softly, near her ear.

The rocker can’t hold back. He moves closer, his lips grazing hers. Lily holds her breath.

— I... want to kiss you again. — he whispers, his lips slightly parted, absorbing the sensation of having her in his arms, fighting the overwhelming desire to lose himself in her.

The slow music sets the perfect scene. Eddie presses his forehead to hers, sliding his hands down her waist to her back, feeling the softness of the fabric against his fingers.

When the music ends, he pulls back slightly, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. In a quick movement, he lifts Lily off the floor, holding her firmly in a final dance pose.

— So? Impressed with the dungeon master? — he teases, flashing a satisfied smile at her surprised expression.

— Quite...

— That’s how you end a dance with style. Forget the old movies, come adventure with the master. — His seductive tone makes Lily laugh softly.

They leave the dance floor, Eddie keeping his hand on her waist. When they reach the table, he sits down and, without hesitation, pulls her onto his lap, adjusting her comfortably.

He slides his fingers along her arm, feeling the shivers he causes.

— Got a fetish for my arm, Munson? — Lily teases, laughing.

Eddie blushes, trying to explain himself.

— It’s not exactly a fetish... — he murmurs, a little embarrassed. — I... like touching you.

She swallows hard.

— You change moods fast, huh? You’re usually more talkative.

— You annoy me and make me laugh. — he replies, looking away.

— Maybe you just tired of you.

— Oh, why?

— My lame jokes... that must be it.

Lily sighs.

— No, I’m just tense. They are cool, I like their vibe!

— Dances are tiring... — Eddie agrees, watching her with affection. — But, be honest... are you nervous?

She hesitates before answering, her voice trembling.

— Well... you all handsome next to me doesn’t help.

Eddie blinks, surprised.

— Oh... am I handsome?

— No. You look like Godzilla!

He laughs and suddenly buries his face in her hair.

— Hm... I think I’m addicted to your scent.

— My hair? — Lily stammers, looking at the red and colored locks.

Eddie twirls a strand between his fingers, thoughtful.

— Yeah... it’s beautiful. Always thought it had a caramel tone.

---

— Like ice cream... Neapolitan? — She smiles.

Eddie slides his fingers through the shades of her hair, growing more addicted to touching her.

— I love Neapolitan ice cream. — He teases, pressing his lips together.

— That’s weird and cute. — Her voice comes out a little choked.

— You mean... I’m going to devour you? — His teasing hits Lily’s buttons.

— Hey, Eddie! — She changes her tone, surprising him.

He laughs, letting her hair fall freely in the air.

— What if I don’t stop, redhead? Don’t you like when I tease you until you turn red?

— You know how to push my buttons. This isn’t funny!

— In my head, we almost did what we shouldn’t. Not that I’m proud of it, but... — He lowers his voice. — Come here.

Eddie pulls her by the arm, making her stand. She ends up sitting on his lap.

— What are you doing? They’re going to see us... — Lily turns her face, watching the other graduates dancing.

Eddie, however, doesn’t care. His focus is on her.

— Let them see. — His eyes shine with a daring challenge. — Because you haven’t left my mind since last night.

— Think of me with pigtails and stop with those shameless thoughts! — She tries to hide a smile but fails miserably.

— Pigtails? Cruel... but I’ll try. — He closes his eyes, pretending to concentrate. But his mind keeps taking him back to the kiss they shared. He bites his lower lip, trying to push the memories away.

Lily notices and pulls away, crossing her arms.

— Alright. Shall we order cocktails without... alcohol?

— Okay, non-alcoholic cocktails. — Eddie repeats, trying to push away imagining her in his bed.

The waiter approaches with the menu. Eddie scans the options.

— Hmm, a virgin mojito.

He looks at her, waiting for her choice.

— What the hell kind of drink is that, Eddie? — She furrows her brow.

He laughs.

— A non-alcoholic version of a mojito, my angel. Green juice with little sugar, lime, mint, and soda.

— Interesting... But it has a terrible name.

He looks at the waiter.

— Two virgin mojitos, please.

Silence settles, despite the chatter at the other tables. Eddie decides to break it.

— So, what else does the nerd have to talk about?

Lily nudges him lightly.

— Wanna know more about Dungeons & Dragons?

— Not the time... But I’m still learning. I even made a homemade master’s shield.

Eddie’s eyes light up.

— Need someone to guide you? I’m your guy...

— My guy? — She raises an eyebrow, not hiding her interest but keeping a clear boundary.

— You just don’t know it yet. — He leans in closer. — I can be your gamer master, your backup...

— Let’s make one thing clear? If you want, I’m already in your hands... I might not be a genie, but I grant wishes, baby.

He takes her hand.

— Oh, really?

— Want a new awesome weapon, an incredible monster, an epic story? Just ask.

His fingers slide through her hair and then down her lips. Lily falls silent, lost in her thoughts.

— Hey, what about... a guy type?

She looks away.

— I like playful guys, not too serious. longhair... sassy smile....

Eddie’s smile fades. He thinks about her type, that maybe he was or wasn't your type... And then about Quinn. He takes a deep breath, pushing the insecurity aside.

— Thanks for inviting me to the dance, Eddie. You pull me out of my hell. No one else can handle me...

He squeezes her hand.

— I’m glad I banished some of your hell. After all, we’re friends, right?

The moment inside the van hits him hard. It was perfect. Unforgettable.

— But I think we’d better not go into details... You were so hot kissing in my van..

He leans in, whispering.

— Don’t say the rest! — Lily shakes her head, laughing.

---

— Don’t worry, I’ll store this moment in the Area 51 of my brain, where only I can access it.

— Area 51? — Lily laughs, giving his shoulder a light shove.

— Yep, a dark place... — Eddie makes a scary face.

— I thought we stored memories in the prefrontal cortex. — She crosses her arms, tilting her head as if analyzing him.

— Look at you, more of a nerd than me. Since when do you work at NASA? — He raises his eyebrows, waiting for her reaction.

— Are you crazy? — Lily widens her eyes, pretending to be scared.

— You wanna go to Area 51, huh? — Eddie leans in a little closer. — Together, we can keep all the secrets safe, and as a bonus, you get a VIP pass to my room again...

— Enough with the pick-up lines. — She rolls her eyes but smiles. — Hey, nerd, wanna have an intellectual duel?

— We have a problem. I’m a nerd too! Fine, let’s go. You start.

— What’s the capital of France?

Lily furrows her brow, thinking.

— Italy? No, wait... Paris! — She guesses, immediately pouting adorably after realizing her hesitation.

Eddie resists the urge to kiss her.

— What a mess, Lily! Do you always confuse capitals?

He clears his throat and throws out another challenge:

— Who was the first president of the United States?

Lily furrows her brow, scrunching her nose.

— Bush? Clinton? Oh, you’re messing with me, asking me that. I don’t remember!

— Clinton? — Eddie laughs. — Try again.

— Can you give me a hint?

— Uh... He was president during the Revolutionary War.

— Wow, great hint. Hm... George Washington?

— That’s it, girl! — He raises his arms in celebration.

Lily raises an eyebrow.

— Alright, know-it-all. And who was the first president of Brazil?

— Easy! It was Dom Pedro I, right? He proclaimed independence in 1822.

— Wrong, Munson! It was in 1894, and his name was Deodoro da Fonseca.

— Huh? — Eddie looks confused, but then he gets distracted by the sparkle in her eyes.

— One more. Who was the first emperor of Brazil?

Eddie scratches his beard, thinking.

— Dom Pedro I? No, wait... Dom Pedro II!

— Oh, no, decide!

— Fine, Dom Pedro II.

— Wrong again! It was Dom Pedro I.

— Damn...

Lily laughs at his frustration.

— Your turn, Munson. What’s the largest land animal in the world?

— The largest animal? You! — Lily retorts.

Eddie laughs loudly.

— Very funny. But no, try again.

— Hippopotamus?

— No, but you were close.

— It’s bigger than your head, so it counts! — Lily teases.

— Funny. Go on, try again.

— Elephant!

— Finally! One point for you. Now, an easy one: in which movie do they say "May the force be with you"?

— Star Wars!

— That’s right! You can do the Chewbacca scream now.

— You’re the Chewbacca here, Munson, with that hair!

— If I’m Chewbacca, you’re Princess Leia.

— Stop messing with my head with compliments! Now it’s my turn... Which movie did Mike Myers play a cat?

Eddie thinks.

— The Cat?!

— I give up. It’s a tie. But, thinking about it, you got more wrong than I did.

— We’ll settle this later.

He runs a hand through his hair, laughing, but his gaze shifts to Steve Harrington, who is crossing the hall. Eddie feels his fingers tense. He knew the danger the King of the Baskets represented. He’d always felt like he could never compete, but with Lily by his side, he felt invincible.

---

— Look, Harrington with his pompadour... He’s coming. — Eddie nods his head, the insecurity starting to take root.

— Who? Where? — Lily scans the room with her eyes.

— Don’t you see him? — He leans in, his warm breath brushing her ear as he indicates the direction.

The redhead finally spots him.

— Oh, now I see.

Eddie watches her expression, recalling Steve's warning about not losing Lily to him.

— What if I invited him to hang out with us? — The question sounds casual, but his eyes betray a flash of discomfort.

— Oh, you want to invite Steve? Fine, redhead. — He tries to sound nonchalant, battling against his insecurity.

— He looks so handsome... — Lily’s voice has a genuine tone, almost defensive.

Eddie furrows his brow.

— Hey, do you two have something going on? — His voice comes out rough, revealing a fraction of the vulnerability he’s trying to hide.

— No. He liked me before, but maybe now he’s not trying anything... — Lily hesitates, her eyes searching his.

Eddie takes a deep breath, his hands tightening slightly.

— I don’t know what happened between you two, but I’ve never seen anyone look at you like he does. I mean, he’s talking to that girl, but... — He lets the sentence hang, watching Lily pick up on his concern.

— But Steve isn’t my guy. You know that, right, Edd? — She touches his arm, her fingers tracing circles on the sleeve of his jacket.

He smiles, crooked but genuine.

— I just want you to know that you don’t have to hide anything from me. If he’s just a friend, that’s fine. I trust you.

— Don’t talk like I want to spend the dance with him. I have another guy, I’ve told you that.

— Although I want you, I can understand if I’m not your favorite... — As sincere as it was, a part of him ached when he said this. He squeezes Lily's hand.

— Steve is an ex-friend. If he talks to me today, I won’t be rude, but I won’t engage much either. — She murmurs, fixing her gaze on his.

— So there’s nothing between you two? — The question comes softly, laden with meaning.

Lily smiles.

— You could still be the guy I’d take to the altar.

Eddie laughs, surprised by the reversal.

— You’re terrible, Hansol. You’ve flipped the roles. — He messes with her hair.

— Maybe, you’re the only place where I feel at peace. — Lily sighs, touching his face.

— My pick-up lines may not be great, but I’m willing to steal your soul and your heart tonight. — Eddie holds her chin, his voice thick with jealousy.

— Are you jealous, Eddie Munson? — The question rekindles the fire within him.

— I’m not in love just because we kissed. I already knew you from other times, and I never forgot you for a second. I woke up thinking about talking to you, but because I couldn’t, I stayed away... — He slides his fingers down her cheek.

— Oh, don’t open your heart... What if I have a knife? A sword? — She teases, her eyes gleaming with provocation.

— It doesn’t matter. It’s worth the risk, if it’s to win the heart of my former crush. — His finger glides over Lily's flushed face.

— And if I break your heart, Eddie?

— Your fight against the dragons in your mind doesn’t have to be solitary. I’m here. I’ve always been. But I won’t force anything. — He murmurs, closer to her.

— After graduation, if you want to invite me to Corroded Coffin’s shows, I’ll accept.

— The queen of Howling at my show? You’d go to the small ones, like... at the Hideout?

— I wouldn’t be there when they were famous, but when it was still grassroots.

Eddie grins, excited.

— I swear to God, I’ll do anything if you go to one of my band’s shows. I’ll give you gifts.

— No need. I already have the Hellfire chain. Going to the Hideout, I don’t want a gift. The best gift would be seeing the band’s frontman.

He stares at her, surprised.

— Man, I want this dance to end. And tomorrow, I want to pick you up to go to the bar and watch me play and... spend the night with me.

— And what would we do? — The question makes Eddie’s body short-circuit.

— Huh? I never got to that part. — For the first time, he seems shy.

— Think about it until the end of the dance... What would you do if we went out? — Lily lightly touches his shoulder, sending chills down his spine.

Eddie swallows hard.

— You made my neurons explode. But can I ask you something?

— You’re the master of flirting, so go ahead.

He takes a deep breath.

— What did you feel yesterday when we were alone in my van?

Lily leans in, brushing her lips against his ear.

— Comfort... and the need to have you on top of me.

The answer hits him hard.

— You were patient. I didn’t think you’d be. And your kisses... they’re light.

Eddie feels a wave of longing for that moment.

— Hot description... — He says, nervous. — Knowing I can have your heart drives me crazy to kiss you.

— Kiss? — She teases, innocently.

He exhales, trying to control his breath.

— I just want to be the guy who would help you not to have a war with yourself. And the guy who would make you discover Mordor within my lips.

Lily stares at him, motionless. She sighs, a nearly involuntary moan escaping her lips.

— You want that with me? — Vulnerability and desire mix in her gaze as she touches his chest.

---

— With you, I’d go to Middle Earth, Lily. — He holds my face in his hands, his warm skin against mine.

I’m struck by his declaration.

— Damn, Eddie...

— But if it’s my arrogance... I’d settle for watching you from afar, accepting being just your friend. — He murmurs, smiling that smile that hides the pain of a repressed desire.

— You can’t make me fall in love so quickly... — I whisper, feeling my chest tighten.

— Can’t I? Why not?

— Because... you ate my heart.

— No, Lily. I took your heart to care for it. It’s fragile like you, it needs love... even if I’m lacking it. I’d search within myself until I found something to give you. — Eddie slides his fingers over my face, as if promising to protect the most precious part of me.

He breathes deeply before continuing:

— Beautiful Hansol, you made my life less hellish. You made me trust someone again... And I don’t regret it.

— Are you sure, Eddie? We just met at the end of the school year, and you’re acting like we’ve been childhood friends...

He laughs.

— So what? I think you’re a bard who casts arcane magic just by existing. There’s a difference between beauty and talent, you know? Why don’t you see that?

I look away.

— No one has ever said that about me. Why would you?

— I don’t know anything about feelings, but I know you erase my guilt. The dirt of my life. You resurrect me, Lily.

— But I’m the darkness incarnate...

— Then we can create an eclipse. I’m the sun, you’re the moon... And they make love.

The silence is heavy. My eyes widen when I realize the double meaning of what I just said.

— Oh my God... I’m sorry!

She laughs, and I wonder why fate made our paths cross in Howling.

— Changing the subject... Did you know you saw me earlier? — She looks at me, innocent.

— Saw you? When?

— I came from Ghostface. Didn’t you see? — She plays with her red strands, looking frustrated.

It dawns on me.

— The person I mocked with the guys... was you?!

I cover my mouth, feeling the guilt swallowing me.

— Yeah, Eddie. You mocked me.

I freeze.

The hooded girl from the bathroom. The one my friends ridiculed.

Lily.

Life has a strange way of putting things in their place, doesn’t it?

— Are you okay?

My mind is still short-circuiting when I ask:

— And you have to dress up?

— Shibari and other things... — She murmurs with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

WHAT?!

— You asked about fetishes, didn’t you?

— No, Lily... — I choke, stunned. — Damn, what was that?

She laughs.

— Sorry, I thought we were already that comfortable. My God, Eddie... You’re not going to run to the mountains, are you?

The way she fears losing me makes my heart race.

— No. — I let out a laugh. — Quite the opposite... Now I want to talk more with you.

I see the freedom in her gaze. The trust. Like she knows she can be herself with me.

And then, a phrase invades my mind:

"And you make it seem like I can be myself without fear... And I, well, want to stay by your side."

I swallow the guilt that tightens my chest.

— Forgive me for mocking you. My friends are idiots.

She raises an eyebrow.

— I’m not going to forgive you. But you’re lucky I’m not a gypsy, or I���d cast a spell on you.

Her playful tone makes me relax... But still, a shiver runs down my spine.

Women could be complicated, but in my mind, it was like a seven-headed beast would form every time I tried to start a conversation without sounding cheesy or like an unbearable know-it-all.

But with Lily, it was different. Our connection felt like two crazy people trapped in the same asylum — and, somehow, that attracted me.

Where did the old Eddie go? The tough guy who ran from love like a villager fleeing a Jehovah’s Witness knocking at the door?

The truth is, we’re puppets of the choices we make and the sins we commit, always at the mercy of what comforts or suits us.

And in the end, heaven or hell, we’ll be thrown to one side when the Apocalypse comes.

But until then, let us not die. Let us intoxicate ourselves with lust and taste the flavor of this hellish drink on the tip of our tongues.

[aajjks]

The Boy (I)

synopsis. All he ever wanted was someone to love.

pairing: yandere!brahms doll jungkook x fem!nanny reader. ft. Cha eunwoo.

genre: 18+ horror, smut, angst and yandere.

warnings. 18+ YÁNDÈRÈ, dàrk thèmès, dïstúrbíng thèmès, mèntïóns ôf à míscárrïàgè, yn ïs brókè & hórny, dóll, erríe thèmès, únsèttlíng thèmès.

wc: almost 3000.

fic note. Please keep in mind that this fanfiction is the exact copy of the movie from the same name “the boy” (2016) so if you find any similarities, that’s on purpose. Also viewer discretion is highly advised.

note. OH MY GOD, HE’S HERE.. this is everything and I have worked really hard on this so don’t let this flop and I’m really nervous… BUT if you want to be tagged, please reply under this post only. PLEASE ENJOY AND SHARE YOUR FEEDBACK. OH MY GOD OK??? 

•••

You’re scrolling through job listings on your phone, your eyes glazing over the endless options. 

Babysitting, waitressing, house cleaning..

none of it seems even remotely appealing, and none of it pays nearly enough to escape your mess of a life.

Why the fuck does your life have to suck so much?

As you keep looking, you almost roll your eyes at the ridiculous job offers, but then, your eyes flicker when you see this one.

This is the most weirdest thing you’ve ever seen on the Internet so far.

But you find yourself intrigued so you click on it. 

Live-in nanny position. High pay. In Busan.

You blink, not quite believing it. Busan? That’s hours away from Seoul. 

You could use the distance. You could definitely use the money.

But a nanny job? You squint at the screen, a laugh escaping your lips. A nanny? To take care of some kid in a big house somewhere far from your current mess? 

It sounds too good to be true. 

And it sounds hilarious.

You tap on the message from Alina. 

Allie:

I found something for you. Live-in nanny job. High pay. Busan.

This is weird because you’re looking at the same mall for it’s like the universe wants you to have this one.

You laugh out loud. 

you:

Are they serious? Who needs a nanny for a kid that badly?

Alina texts back almost immediately. 

Allie:

Trust me, Yn. It pays enough to start fresh. You need this. And yeah, they’re serious.

You shake your head. A nanny job. You don’t even like kids. But the thought of getting away from everything..

the mess of your relationship, the toxic memories of Min Jae, the grief from losing your child—

it’s tempting. Hell, you need it.

you text back before you can second-guess yourself.

You:

Fine, I’m in.

The money is too good to turn down. You don’t have a real family to keep you tied down. Alina’s your best friend, but she’s too busy with her own life.

And the salary? You look it over again.

5 million Korean won per month. 

Five million. For what? Looking after a kid? The job sounds too good to be true. And you can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous it all is.

You really hope this isn’t some scam. But the thought of the money, of freedom… it makes you push past the doubt.

You need to take this.

•••

You honestly don’t know what you’re doing but the next day you find yourself driving.

You might regret this, but what’s the point in looking back now you’ve been through a lot of shit anyways?

You drive down to Busan, with your luggage and it feels like an eternity. But you’re not complaining. 

The farther you get, the more you feel like you’re shedding the weight of your past life. like you’re heading toward something that doesn’t have Min Jae’s name written all over it.

When the massive house finally comes into view, you stop dead. 

You’ve heard of the Jeon family, everyone in Seoul has, but you didn’t expect a mansion that large. 

The house looks like something straight out of a gothic horror movie. 

Cold, imposing, almost too perfect.

You ring the doorbell, echoing through the hallway like it belongs to another century. It takes a few seconds for someone to answer, and when the door finally opens, you’re greeted by a woman in her early fifties.

“You must be Yn,” she says in a voice that’s a little too calm for your liking. “I’m Jeon Ji-seon.”

“Umm yeah, HI! I’m… yn. Kang Yn..”

You smile, trying to keep your composure.

“I’ll show you inside,” she continues, stepping aside. “Please, come in.”

You walk through the door, and as soon as you step into the house, the silence hits you. 

The place is huge, far too big for just a couple of people. And it’s cold, like the air here has been frozen for years.

Ji-seon leads you down a hall that feels way too quiet. You don’t even know why, but your skin prickles as you walk behind her.

“Come, this is the boy,” she says, opening a door to a sitting room.

You glance around, expecting to see some child, maybe a little too spoiled, maybe a bit over the top. 

but what you find is… not that.

It’s a doll. A life-sized doll sitting on the couch, its eyes too wide and too real. It’s sitting there like a person, and you can’t help the chuckle that slips from your mouth.

“This is JK,” Ji-seon says, her voice soft, almost motherly. 

“The boy you’ll be looking after.”

You blink, unsure whether you’ve heard her right.

“Wait, this is… this is the kid?” You can’t help yourself. The laughter bubbles up again, louder this time. “A fucking doll? You want me to look after this?”

This is not even a kid, but this is a doll..

Ji-seon’s smile doesn’t falter, but you can see a flicker of something in her eyes.

“Yes, JK needs care. He’s like a child, in many ways.”

You laugh again. 

The idea of it is absurd. Who would hire a nanny for a doll? And who would pay five million won a month to do it?

You can’t resist a glance back at her. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No,” Ji-seon says, her voice unflappable. “He requires attention. He’s very… sensitive.”

A sharp chill runs through you, but it only lasts a second before you shake it off.

“Uh-huh. Sure,” you mutter under your breath. “Okay, I’ll take care of the… kid. Whatever.”

Ji-seon doesn’t seem bothered by your sarcasm. She just nods, smiling softly.

“You’ll be well compensated, yn” she adds. “And Eunwoo will be overseeing everything. He’ll make sure you’re doing it right.”

You don’t like the way she says your name like she’s already familiar with you.

“Eunwoo?”

“His name is Eunwoo. He checks on JK. He’ll be checking on you as well,” she explains, her gaze a little too intense.

You try to stifle a yawn. This whole thing is weird. And for the amount of money they’re offering, 

it’s almost too weird.

And then, as if on cue, a man enters the room. He’s tall, dressed in a sleek black suit, his eyes cold and assessing.

“I’m Eunwoo,” he says in a deep voice that sends a shiver down your spine.

You blink. For a second, you think you’ve seen him somewhere before, but you push the thought away.

“I’ll be overseeing things here,” he continues, not bothering with pleasantries. “Make sure you’re following the rules.”

You squint at him. “Rules for taking care of a doll?”

Eunwoo’s smile is sharp, almost predatory. “You’ll learn soon enough.”

You’re about to ask more questions when Ji-seon interrupts.

“Remember the doll can actually speak a few words so don’t be freaked out about that, JK is capable of crying and sometimes even complimenting.”

What the fuck?

“Eunwoo will show you around. He’ll tell you what’s expected of you.”

You glance at Eunwoo, who watches you closely, as if evaluating every inch of you.

“I’ll be back later,” he says, before turning and walking toward JK, adjusting the doll in a way that makes you shiver.

You feel like you’ve stepped into some strange, twisted world. But you try not to let it show. 

You need this job.

After all, you’ve got five million won to make.

The house feels too quiet as you stand there, trying to process everything. 

You walk around, pretending to look busy while your eyes are fixated on the doll, JK, sitting perfectly still on the couch. 

You can’t help but feel like you’re under some kind of microscope.

How could anyone need a nanny for a doll? 

you think, your thoughts dripping with sarcasm. But then you remind yourself that you’re here for the money.

Five million won. 

That’s what you keep telling yourself to push down the absurdity of the situation.

Eunwoo’s movements seem calculated as he adjusts JK’s position on the couch. 

You don’t know why, but his actions feel almost… gentle, like he’s handling something fragile. 

It’s unsettling. 

You swallow, trying to mask the unease creeping into your stomach.

“Right,” you say, trying to force a grin as you break the silence. “So, what exactly am I supposed to do with… him? Do I play with him, or is he more of a… I don’t know, a silent companion?” Your tone is light, as if you’re joking, but it feels strangely hollow.

But he doesn’t seem to find your joke funny.

What a weirdo but at least he’s got a pretty face.

Although he looks very familiar… you just can’t put your finger on why you have probably seen him somewhere but you’re not sure at this point.

Eunwoo doesn’t respond at first, his gaze locked on the doll, then finally, he mutters, “You’ll interact with him when it’s required. He has specific needs. You’ll figure it out.” 

His voice is colder than you expected, but it’s a different kind of cold— more like a warning than a suggestion.

You shift uncomfortably, looking over at JK.

. The doll’s porcelain eyes are wide open, locked onto you in an unnerving way, and you fight the urge to laugh at how absurd the whole situation is. 

How could anyone possibly think this thing is alive?

“Got it,” you say, forcing a smile, trying to make light of the situation. “I’ll treat him like a… like a kid, right?”

Eunwoo’s eyes snap to yours, a brief flicker of something unspoken passing between you two. 

“You’ll take care of him,” 

he says, and you can feel the weight of his words sink in, much heavier than you expected. 

His gaze lingers on you for a beat too long before he nods, as if ensuring you understand.

Ji-seon reappears, smiling pleasantly, and her presence brings a sense of eerie calm to the air.

 “You’ll be fine here, yn. Eunwoo will help you get settled. We just need you to follow the routine.”

You nod, trying to sound agreeable. “Of course. No problem.”

She leads you down a hallway, her heels clicking on the polished floor as she motions toward a door. 

“This will be your room while you’re here. Make yourself at home.”

You step inside, and your breath catches. It’s bigger than any space you’ve ever lived in before. bigger than your tiny apartment in Seoul, bigger than anything you’ve ever imagined. 

The room is sleek, minimalist, and pristine, with soft, neutral colors that almost feel too perfect. 

Rich people are ridiculous but at least you get to live in a really nice room and a literal man just to take care of a fucking doll.  life is being nice to you at least.

At the far end of the room, there’s a large window with a view of the sprawling estate grounds, but it’s not the view that catches your eye.

It’s the family photos.

They’re everywhere— on the walls, on tables, in frames. 

At first, it seems normal, just a rich, respectful family showing off their prized memories. 

But then you start noticing things. In one picture, there’s a child, a little boy who could be no more than five or six. His features are strikingly similar to JK’s. 

sharp Bambi eyes, a mole under his lower lip, and a smile that mirrors JKS. 

It’s unsettling, the way the child looks so much like the doll, so much like… him.

In one photo, the child is sitting on a chair beside a younger version of the doll, his tiny hand placed possessively on the doll’s shoulder. 

The similarities between them are too eerie to ignore.

You feel a slight shiver creep up your spine. What the hell is going on here?

you want to ask about this but you decide to let it go.

“How strange,” you murmur under your breath, though you’re not sure if you’re speaking to the doll or to yourself. 

You force yourself to look away from the photos, but it feels like they’re following you.

You walk over to the desk, where another photo sits—this one of the couple holding hands with the child, all three of them beaming at the camera. 

And again, the resemblance between the child and JK is too uncanny. It’s like they’re trying to prove something, some perfect image of family that feels staged, artificial.

A sudden knock on the door interrupts your thoughts, and before you can answer, 

Eunwoo enters. 

He doesn’t wait for permission, just steps inside, his eyes immediately scanning the room before they rest on you. 

“Get settled. We’ll talk later,” he says, his tone clipped and direct.

You give him a forced smile, trying to keep your nerves in check. “Of course. Thanks, Eunwoo.”

“But where are Mr. and Mrs. Jeon?”

He nods, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment longer than comfortable. 

There’s a flicker of something unreadable in his expression, but then he turns and walks out without another word.

“Didn’t you read in the advertisement? They have to go on a business trip to the states and they need you to take care of…. JK.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

The air in the room feels dense, thick with unspoken things. You can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched, monitored, like a subject in some twisted experiment.

You move to the bed, setting your bag down, and glance back at the photos. 

The resemblance between the doll and the child is enough to make your stomach turn. 

You try to push the thought out of your mind, but it sticks with you. What kind of family is this?

You pull out the piece of paper Eunwoo gave you earlier.

The list of instructions. It’s simple, even ridiculous at times. But the last line sticks out to you, making your heart skip a beat:

1. Do not leave him alone for extended periods.

• JK requires constant companionship. Never leave him for more than an hour at a time. If he is left alone for too long, you may hear him calling out for attention, sometimes saying things like “stay” or “hello.”

2. Talk to him regularly.

• Speak to JK as if he were a real child. He understands more than you think and benefits from daily conversation. You may hear him respond in his own way, even if it’s just a faint whisper of words like “pretty” or “hello” that seem to come from nowhere.

3. Do not ignore him.

• If JK’s eyes are on you, he is expecting attention. Never leave him in a room alone without acknowledging him. If you do, you might hear him softly say “stay” or something equally unsettling when you’re out of sight.

4. Maintain his appearance.

• Clean JK daily, especially his clothes. Ensure his hair is brushed and neat, and that he is positioned properly. If you don’t care for him properly, you may hear him complain.

5. Do not place him out of sight.

• Always keep JK within your line of sight. If you leave the room, take him with you, or he will become distressed. If left alone for too long, you may hear him calling out, perhaps asking for you in a low, soft voice.

6. Respect his space.

• Do not move JK without carefully considering his position. He prefers to be seated in his chair or on the couch—never leave him lying down for long. You may notice him suddenly changing positions on his own if you don’t follow these guidelines.

7. Follow the daily routine.

• A structured schedule is important for JK’s well-being. The routine is as follows:

• Morning: Greet JK. Talk to him about your day.

• Afternoon: Engage in activities with him (reading, conversation, or watching TV together). He might ask you things like “pretty” or “play” when he wants to interact.

• Evening: Ensure he is settled before you sleep. You may hear him say “stay” if you don’t give him a kiss goodnight.

8. Do not let him become distressed.

• If JK begins to look upset or agitated, stop what you’re doing immediately and comfort him. You’ll know he’s upset if his eyes seem unfocused or if he “stares off” for too long. At these times, you may hear him say things like “hello,” reaching out for attention.

9. No visitors unless approved by us.

• Do not invite anyone into the house unless we have specifically authorized them. This includes friends, family, or strangers. JK may also react to unapproved visitors by whispering, “go away,” or “stay,” in a chilling voice that’s hard to ignore.

10. Follow all of JK’s instructions as they are given.

• While he cannot speak in the traditional sense, his needs will make themselves known. You must be attuned to his behavior and respond accordingly. This includes listening for his soft, eerie phrases like “stay” or “pretty” when you least expect it.

11. Always keep his room organized.

• JK’s environment must remain tidy. His room should be cleaned and arranged according to how you find it each day. If you don’t, expect to hear him muttering things like “stay,” as if reminding you of your duties.

12. Never speak ill of him or treat him disrespectfully.

• JK is a special member of the family. Disrespect or neglect will not be tolerated. You may hear him call out to you in a hurt tone, saying “why” or “pretty,” if he feels abandoned.

13. If you feel discomfort or fear, contact Eunwoo immediately.

• Eunwoo is to be your point of contact should you feel overwhelmed or need assistance. He is also here to make sure everything is running smoothly. He may even contact you if he notices JK has been more vocal than usual, or if things seem off.

14. In case of an emergency, stay calm and follow the procedure.

• If anything unusual happens, contact us immediately. Keep calm and ensure JK is safe. During these moments, JK might cry out, or ask you “why” or “stay” in a soft voice, leaving you with an eerie feeling of being watched.

15. Do not attempt to move or alter JK’s appearance without prior approval.

• His positioning, attire, and overall state must remain as it is unless told otherwise. This is crucial for his well-being. If you disobey, JK might say things like “don’t” or “stop” under his breath, which you’ll hear clearly when the house is quiet.

16. If you need to leave the house, make sure JK is placed safely in a position to rest.

• Ensure he is seated comfortably before leaving. If you are gone for more than an hour, contact Eunwoo to check on him. You might also hear him call out faintly, “stay,” as if trying to hold you back.

17. Keep your emotions in check around him.

• JK can sense emotional changes. If you are feeling upset or disturbed, try to manage it before interacting with him. He may respond with a quiet “pretty” or “hello,” as if trying to comfort you, or, more chillingly, he might ask you, “stay.”

18. Remember: JK is not a doll.

• Treat him as you would any living child. He may not look alive, but his needs are very real. If you treat him like an inanimate object, you may hear him cry softly, pleading for attention, and saying “stay.”

19. Always give him a goodnight kiss.

• Before you sleep, you must give JK a kiss on the forehead. It’s a requirement for his comfort and peace of mind. If you forget, he will become unsettled, and you might hear him whisper, “stay” or “please” in a voice that feels too real for comf

You look over at JK. The doll’s unblinking eyes stare back at you, and for a moment, you almost think it’s smiling.

The money is still the only thing keeping you here. Five million won. But the unease crawling under your skin refuses to let go.

“Umm well these instructions are quite… haha… ummm… thorough…”

Eunwoo looks at you and he almost looks annoyed by you. 

“Obviously. People like you need thorough instructions. You have to make sure that you follow each and every one of them or we will deduct your salary.”

What a little bitch he is.

“Yn you can go to your room now I can take care of him right now and keep the set of instructions with you and read them over again and again until you can remember them. Good night. The dinner will be on the dining table so eat whenever you want.”

•••

The next morning when you wake up, you realize that you didn’t really get much sleep last night because your head is pulsing, but you barely have time to breathe when you hear the older woman call out your name and there is a knock on your door.

When you finally compose yourself and dress up, you rush downstairs and you see the couple with the brooding, butler guy.

“Ummm good morning.”

Ji-seon and Jeong-hwan sit you down in the grand living room, the air thick with a seriousness that immediately puts you on edge. 

You’re seated across from them, the doll, JK, still in his usual spot on the couch, eerily quiet as always. 

The room feels colder now, as if the warmth has been sucked out of the house overnight.

“We have to leave for an extended period,” Ji-seon says, her voice smooth but with an undertone of finality. 

She’s holding her hands in front of her, fingers laced together, her perfectly manicured nails catching the light. 

She’s dressed as if she’s about to attend a gala, the elegance radiating off her like a fine perfume.

Jeong-hwan nods beside her, his expression unreadable, his posture stiff. 

“We’ll be in Europe for business,” he says, his voice calm but firm, 

“and we won’t be back for a few months. Maybe longer, depending on how things go. But we need you here, yn. You’re crucial to this arrangement.”

You blink, not sure what to make of the sudden reveal. You were told they were going away for a short time, but this? This feels different. 

You glance at Eunwoo, who’s standing by the door, arms crossed, looking like he’s barely keeping his composure. 

He’s so serious you almost want to fuck him.

His eyes are intense, unwavering, but there’s something else there too. something you can’t quite put your finger on.

Ji-seon leans forward, her eyes locking onto yours. 

“The job isn’t just to care for the house, or to clean up after us. It’s to take care of JK while we’re gone,” 

she says, her voice unwavering, almost as if she’s testing you. “

“We’re trusting you with a very special task. We have rejected 25 Nannie’s before you but something about you stood out.”

You feel a strange knot tighten in your stomach. “Right. I understand,” you say, 

Though you can’t help but question how anyone could need someone to look after a doll like that.

Eunwoo’s gaze flicks to you briefly, a warning lingering in the way his lips press together. It’s subtle, but it’s there.

Jeong-hwan speaks up again, his tone cold, almost stern. 

“You’re to follow the rules exactly as they’re written, and there will be no exceptions. JK needs consistency. He’s… special,” he adds, his words leaving a strange, unsettling weight in the air.

Why the fuck does everyone keep on saying that it’s almost starting to piss you off and you’ve been here for a day?

You frown, your mind reeling from the bizarre nature of their instructions. 

“Special?” you ask, glancing nervously at JK, who’s still as ever on the couch, eyes wide and staring. 

“What do you mean by that?”

Ji-seon’s expression softens slightly, but there’s a sharpness behind her gaze that makes you hesitate. 

“What we mean,” she begins, her voice careful but insistent.

“is that JK, has particular needs. He requires attention, affection… care. You’ll need to spend time with him, talk to him. Don’t leave him alone for too long. You understand?”

You nod, unsure of what to say. You can feel the tension rising in the room, the weight of their expectations pressing on your chest.

Eunwoo shifts, stepping further into the room as if to emphasize his role.

“And I’ll be visiting, here to make sure everything goes smoothly,” he adds, his voice is smooth, almost too calm. 

“If you ever have any issues or doubts, I’ll be here to help. Just… keep him company. That’s all we ask.”

You bite your lip, your thoughts racing. You never imagined this job would be anything like this. 

The money was appealing, but now, the reality of it is setting in— and it’s starting to feel far too strange, 

too unnerving.

“You’ll be fine,” Ji-seon says, offering you a smile, though it doesn’t reach her eyes. 

“We’ll be back when we’re done with business, but until then, please make sure JK is well taken care of. He’s very important to us.”

Jeong-hwan stands, his suit sharply pressed, and gives you a small bow of his head. 

“Take care of everything. Follow the rules, and everything will go smoothly.”

You nod, trying to remain composed, even though everything inside of you is screaming for a way out.

 The money. 

That’s why you’re here. That’s why you’ll stick it out.

But as you glance over at Eunwoo, his unblinking stare fixated on you, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re being drawn into something far deeper and more dangerous than you ever imagined.

The door closes softly behind Ji-seon and Jeong-hwan as they leave, and you’re left standing in the silent house with JK and Eunwoo.

And as soon as the door closes, there is a mechanical sound leaving the doll.

“pretty, pretty, stay… stay.”

And for the first time ever, you got serious shivers down your spine.

“Nice.. JK seems to like you a lot.”

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

•••

I watch you, every move you make, every breath you take. 

Your body, so unaware, so oblivious to the presence of the one who truly owns you.

 You laugh, that soft sound echoing through the room, and I can’t help but let my eyes linger on the curve of your neck, the way your lips part when you exhale.

You’re beautiful. 

But it’s not just your beauty that calls to me. It’s the way you touch the doll. Your fingers graze his face, your movements slow, almost hesitant. 

You don’t even realize it, do you?

You’re already giving him a piece of yourself, even if it’s just a touch. But it’s not for him, is it? 

No, it’s for me.

You think you’re in control, that you’re simply playing a role, but I can see the way your body betrays you. 

The way your hands shake just a little when you adjust him, how your breath hitches when you think no one’s watching. You want him, want me, more than you’re willing to admit.

I can feel the heat radiating from you, the tension in the air thickening with every second you linger in that room. 

You don’t know it yet, but every time you speak to him, every time your skin brushes against his, you’re inviting me in. You want to be touched, you crave it. 

Your body, so starved for affection, desperate for someone to care, to see you.

I see you. And soon, you’ll feel me.

You’re not just taking care of a doll. You’re taking care of me. 

The doll is just a way to keep you close, to watch you, to savor every second of your vulnerability. 

You don’t realize how deep you’re sinking into this. 

Every time you move, every time you shift, it’s like you’re drawing me in closer, pulling me into your world.

Your eyes flicker toward the doll again, and I can almost hear your thoughts, wondering why you’re drawn to him so much. 

You want to feel him. You want to touch him.

But what you don’t know is that the only thing you’ll feel is me. The only thing you’ll touch is me.

I let out a quiet breath, my fingers curling into a fist as I watch you through the shadows. You’re perfect for this. You’re perfect for me

And the longer you stay here, the closer you’ll get to me, to the things I want from you.

You’ll beg for it soon enough.

[slytherinshua]

꩜　EMOTIONS OVER LAUNDRY　( 최연준 )

genre hurt/comfort , parent au , husband!yeonjun x fem!reader   cw they have a newborn daughter , mention of struggling to conceive , yeonjun crying , small mention of postpartum/newborn anxiety , not proofread   wc 917   request 🥟 anon for yeonjun + folded laundry for the 3k event   note still in my txt era so bad and also yeonjun :( our healing i love him so much he would be such a good dad </3 i've been listening to love sailing by cha eunwoo the entire time while writing this and i am NOT okay it's 3 am and i may cry   net @kstrucknet @moadiarynet

You didn’t expect to come home to see your husband crying while folding laundry. At first, you thought something must be seriously wrong. Yeonjun was always fairly emotional, but you hadn’t seen him cry since you gave birth to your baby girl Yejin two weeks ago. He wasn’t one to cry over little things, and the tears only started falling when he was stressed or upset or overwhelmed with emotion. Seeing his red nose and puffy eyes sitting in the middle of the living room floor took you off guard. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?” You were holding your newborn in one arm and shrugging off your jacket with the other, eyes glancing over your baby’s face once again. 

The new mother anxiety was something you had somewhat anticipated and prepared for. But just how anxious and paranoid you were over your newborn child still surprised you. It was like if you took your eyes off of her for more than ten seconds, something horrible was bound to happen to her. Your mind was put at ease to find her still sleeping soundly in your arms. The walk around the newbourhood in her stroller had tired her out, and carrying her back inside did nothing to wake her.

Your husband looked up at you with fresh tears in his eyes and a pout on his lips, sniffing quietly. You walked over to where he was sitting, gently transferring Yejin to her newborn rocker where she could continue napping safely. Then, you turned to your husband and raised an eyebrow as if to reiterate your previous question without verbally stating it again. 

“It’s nothing, just…” Yeonjun trailed off with a sigh, a light pink baby onesie on one of his hands. The garment was so small compared to him. Even the small stacks of neatly folded clothes looked tiny, although it was nearly half your daughter’s wardrobe. 

“She’s so small,” Yeonjun whispered, another tear rolling down his cheek. Immediately, you understood exactly where all the emotions were coming from. It happened to you a few times as well when Yejin was particularly cute or you remembered just how long you and Yeonjun had tried for a child, all the struggle it took to get to this point. It was all worth it for her, your perfect little bundle of joy. Even looking at her brought a smile to your face. Even though it had been hard, for her, you would do it all again in a heartbeat. 

“And—and, I was folding her clothes, and they’re all just so small, just like her. And she’s so, so cute, and she’s really ours. It doesn’t feel real that she’s finally here. Sometimes I think I’ll wake up one day and realize this was all a dream, like we’re back a few years ago still trying for her,” Yeonjun breathed, words mumbled in his choked up voice. 

You shifted closer to him, brushing a hand up and down his back as he leant into your touch. With how often Yeonjun had comforted you and wiped your tears away during pregnancy, now it was your turn to do the same for him. 

You had taken it hard back then. Every negative test, every piece of false hope, every month that went by without progress; your husband was there to comfort you through it all. He stayed firm and strong when you weren’t able to. You knew he had been holding back his own feelings on it for you, not wanting to show how much it affected him too. You’d be blind to not see how much it was hurting him as well. He had always wanted a family just as much as you had, and you knew just how happy he was to have finally been able to start one. 

It was just an emotional journey. 

Yeonjun fully rested his head on your shoulder, warm tears dripping onto your shirt. You didn’t mind. You just continued to stroke his back, reaching out to hold one of his hands and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Yeonjun couldn’t stay strong forever. Although it had been two weeks since you came home from the hospital, it felt like today was the first time you truly got to relax and breathe. Caring for a newborn was nonstop, and you were both running on sleepless nights and parenting anxiety. You worked through it like you did anything, though. As long as you had each other, you were sure things would turn out okay. 

“I’m sorry,” Yeonjun whispered after minutes of silence. “I didn’t mean to get so emotional all of a sudden.” He pulled back from the hug and sent you a small smile, assuring you silently that he was okay, that those small moments of comfort were all he needed. He carefully folded the small onesie he was still holding and placed it on top of the stack of other similar ones. 

Leaning over the baby rocker, he smiled brightly at his daughter. Still sleeping soundly without a care in the world, wrapped up in a soft yellow onesie. Her hands were balled into little tiny fists, so small that they could barely wrap around Yeonjun’s thumb. 

He brushed a few fingers over Yejin’s head and soft wispy strands of hair. It was peaceful watching her sleep, and a feeling of reassurance washed over Yeonjun. He was her dad, and he loved her more than anything in the world. He’d sacrifice everything for her— his perfect little angel. 

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Cha Eun Woo x fem!reader: lingerie use

summary: Nayeon, your best friend, had insisted you on buying a lingerie set for your boyfriend.

warnings: smut, lingerie, insecurities (?), unprotected sex, i just want a bf like him is that too much to ask?

word count: 1.5k

kinktober masterlist // masterlist // ko-fi

The shopping mall wasn’t something you frequented that much. You were more into online shopping and when you did actually go, you always went to the same shops. Plus, crowds weren’t really your thing. It annoyed you that people didn’t really know how to walk through aisles without bumping into you. 

But there you were.

Nayeon, your best friend, had insisted you on going to the mall, blabbering about wanting to buy a new set of lingerie for her. She kept skipping through the different stores until she reached one of her liking. 

“Tell me, isn’t this cute?” she asked, grabbing a creme baby doll dress and holding her up over her chest. 

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah”

She huffed and left the baby doll back in its place. “You’ve said that about every single piece of clothing that I’ve shown you, Y/N” she pouted as she crossed her arms over her chest with a frown.

You chuckled. “I’m sorry, Na. I’m just a little bit tired” you sighed. “But I promise I like it, I think it’ll look amazing on you” 

Nayeon then gasped and covered her mouth. “Holy shit, I know! We’ll have to get you one of these!” she squealed, clapping her hands together. 

Your eyes widened. “Oh God, Nayeon. Please…”

“Oh come on! Don’t you wanna show Eunwoo how good you’d look in one of these? Because I’m telling you, that man is whipped as fuck for you. Would you imagine if he saw you in one of these?” Nayeon kept on insisting.

You grimaced and arched your eyebrows. “You’re sure these will look good on me?” you asked her.

Nayeon practically snorted at your insinuation. “Look good on you? Fuck no, you’ll look stellar, perfect, flawless in them” she smirked.

You let out a sigh and gave up. “Okay, help me choose one?”

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Nayeon left you at home with the baby doll set you purchased, in hopes that your boyfriend would like you in it.

You had already tried it on back at the store, but you felt like trying it on again.

You stared at yourself in the mirror dressed up in a light mint green coloured lace lingerie set, the bra cups pushed up your tits on your chest, practically spilling out. The panties were thin as freaking lines and they barely made an effort to cover up your crotch. 

You chewed on your lip as your eyes danced all over your figure.

Your heart started slamming inside your ribcage when you heard the front door opening and a familiar sigh.

“Baby, I’m home” Your boyfriend called out from the living room. “Are you in the bedroom?” Eunwoo asked.

You snatched your robe from the closet and quickly threw it on, tying the knot quickly over your waist. “Y-yeah, I’m here!” you called back.

His comforting and very much needed presence filled the room. He instantly smiled at you and walked over to you, framing your face and kissing your lips. “I missed you” he whispered against your lips and you giggled.

“I missed you too” you whispered back. 

“You just came out of the shower, hon?” he asked you, noticing that you were wearing a robe.

You looked down at what you were wearing and felt your cheeks reddening. “Uh- I- no. I just came back from the mall with Nayeon” you stammered. 

“Oh, everything alright?” Eunwoo asked, his eyebrows furrowing in worry, noticing your discomfort in both your face and tone 

God, you loved him so much. “Yeah, everything’s fine… I just- um…” you cleared your throat.

His eyes searched your face. “What?”

“I bought a lingerie set” you said. “For you…”

Eunwoo smiled. “Okay? Show me!” he said excitedly.

You bit your lip. “I’m just- I don’t know- I’m not sure if you’ll like it. It- I think it makes me look weird” you said, feeling the insecurities start to creep up on you.

He frowned. “How in the hell would you, the most beautiful woman to ever walk this earth, look bad or weird in a lingerie set, are you kidding me?” he asked, kind of offended you’d even insinuate that, even if he hadn’t seen you yet in it. 

You chuckled with a cute blush painted on your cheeks. “Okay…” you said and your fingers went to untie your robe.

“Is it under this?” Eunwoo asked, and you almost laughed at how cute he looked with his eyes blown wide. 

You nodded and quickly took the robe off, letting it fall to your feet.

He let out all the breath he was holding in a rush. “Fuck… baby. Do you even know how perfect you look right now?” he asked. And before you could reply, he grabbed your waist. “Turn around” Eunwoo said, and you clenched around nothing at how demanding he sounded. 

You obeyed and turned around, biting your lip as his eyes wandered around your behind.

You yelped and jumped up when you felt a sharp sting on your ass, meaning your boyfriend had just spanked you. “Shit, babe, I’m hard as fuck” he said, and turned you around by your waist. “You feel it?” he asked you, grabbing your hand and placing it on his crotch.

You bit your lip as you felt his erection through his jeans.

“Do you even know how it makes me feel that this is the first thing I see after coming home from work?” he asked you, pulling you against his chest, your pelvis hitting with the hardness on his pants. 

Eunwoo didn’t even let you answer, instead his lips silenced you in a kiss, inserting his tongue inside your mouth quickly, licking and sucking at your tongue. 

You moaned against his lips and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer towards you.

He backed you against the closet door, your back hitting the wood. His hands went up to your chest, pawing at your breasts, gripping them and pushing them together. 

Eunwoo bit your lip and tugged on it. His fingers toyed with the clasp that sat on your chest, and opened it slowly, leaving your nude torso on display for him. 

He threw his shirt on the floor, feeling hot himself and his mouth immediately attached to your nipples, sucking on your skin, making you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Eunwoo…” you sighed, carding your fingers through his black hair and tugging on it. 

“Fuck, and you thought I wasn’t gonna like this on you?” He said and then tugged your panties to the side, brushing his fingers over your wetness. “You’re so fucking soaked” he chuckled.

“Do something about it, please” you moaned.

“Oh, I will” 

He knelt down on the ground and grabbed your leg, draping it over your shoulder. His fingers pushed the thong to the side and licked over your hole. Your head hit the wooden door as Eunwoo started playing with your clit with his tongue, flicking it. 

“Shit, I’m gonna need you to sit on my cock” he groaned, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to the bed. 

Eunwoo was quick to throw his pants and underwear off his legs, his cock standing up and leaking over his stomach.

He grabbed your hips and made you sit down on his thighs. He pushed the thong to the side and grabbed the open lapels of your baby doll set to inch your chest closer to him. 

You grabbed his dick and probed it on your entrance. The moment you sat down, you both moaned in unison, feeling his mushroom tip hit the spot as soon as he was buried to the hilt inside of you. 

Eunwoo hooked his hands under your thighs and slammed you down on his cock, earning a high pitched whimper from you.

Your nails clawed at his back as he kept on slamming you down, keeping his bounces rhythmic. 

“You like that, baby?” he asked you, his mouth coming to bite at your chest, licking and sucking at your nipples. 

“Y-yeah” you nodded. “Shit, Eunwoo, don’t stop” you whined.

His mouth was busy so he could only groan and nod against your chest. He made a movement with his hips, thrusting even deeper inside of you that made you fall against his face. 

Eunwoo moved so his nose was pressed against the crook of your neck, taking full advantage of the way you were fully slumped on him. 

He rubbed at your clit, trying to get you to orgasm. “Are you close, honey?” he asked you.

You could only nod dumbly as only whimpers were only coming out of your mouth due to your brain that had turned into mush.

He felt your orgasm wash over his dick and he slammed once filled you up, feeling your body almost boneless on top of him.

He let himself drop on the bed on his back, with you on top of him.

“Babe, you okay?” he asked, his hand brushing down your back.

You nodded against his chest. “Better… than ever” you sighed.

He chuckled against your hairline and one of his hands came to scratch your scalp. “Do you believe me now that I find you insanely attractive with these shit on?” Oh you sure as fuck did now.

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i apologize if i can't tag u :(

[svnnw]

AT MIDNIGHT — haechan smau

after y/n's boyfriend broke up with her, all her friends tried to distract her by sneaking into a college party not knowing she was going to find new friendships and possibly a new relationship.

nonidol!haechan x fem!reader

GENRE — fluff, slowburn, comedy, humor, smau, college au, strangers to lovers, non-idol au

WARNINGS — reader is down bad, a little but of cursing, features other idols : karina (aespa); yeji (itzy); eunseok (riize); jungwoo (nct); mark (nct); sungchan (riize); winter (aespa); chaewon (lesserafim)

STATUS — completed — 21/05/24

PLAYLIST — how many drinks? – miguel [02:50] ; novacane – frank ocean [02:30] ; limbo – keshi [01:44] ; saturn – sza [00:57] ; all too well – taylor swift [08:35] ; cinnamon girl – lana del rey [00:41] ; baby came home 2 / valentines – the neighbourhood [01:48] ; love. – wave to earth [01:34] ; try again – jaehyun [01:02] ; ivy – frank ocean [00:00]

TAGLIST — closed

A/N — my first post and smau on this acc so im really excited!

profile 1) – profile 2)

1 ) song kang >> cha eunwoo

2 ) art club

3 ) disney land

4 ) in another life

5 ) bear

6 ) know your limits.

7 ) frank ocean

8 ) misunderstanding

9 ) military enlistment

10 ) y/n's hit tweet

11 ) when i fly towards you

12 ) haechan's private account

13 ) the city of love

14 ) with the old gang

15 ) back with my girl

16 ) forced to say thanks born to say I LOVE YOU

17 ) haechan's thirst trap

18 ) if only you didn't forget your name..

19 ) pretty girl

20 ) buffed up like a jock geeked up like a nerd

21 ) i'd let him hit

22 ) where is jake when you need him

23 ) fake dating

24 ) souvenir shop

25 ) pretty princess

26 ) i gotta put me first

27 ) guilt tripping

28 ) freezing cold

29 ) bows suit you

30 ) sonny angels

31 ) drunk

32 ) friends don't act like that

33 ) dior and victoria secret

34 ) electric guitar

35 ) kim soo hyun

36 ) avoidant

37 ) psychology class

38 ) expanding the collection

39 ) why don't we

40 ) my girl learns fast

41 ) at midnight

42 ) thank you

bonus chapters :

have you ever wondered..?

two people missing again

impulsive choice

© svnnw

[ratedfleur]

nsfw links | kpop idols

kpop idols x male & fem reader genre ౨ৎ explicit

🎀: jake of enhypen, xiaoting of kep1er, miyeon of gidle, jackson wang, taehyung of bts, cha eunwoo of astro, sana of twice, jinsik of xikers, felix and hyunjin of stray kids.

[link] - often finding himself going rough, most of the time jake makes you watch as his cock disappears into your heat, liking how you’d get whiny at the sight of it.

[link] - very handsy, xiaoting’s hands always make their way to tease and touch you as you hop on top of her, hurriedly kissing and touching her.

[link] - xiaoting often tries her best to please you hence she always rides you until her legs are sore from bouncing repeatedly on top of you.

[link] - miyeon is very honest when it comes to having sex so she immediately told you what she wants you to do when things get intimate between you two.

[link] - lust often pops out at any given moment so miyeon nearly immediately placed you atop the washing machine, eating you out until she’s content.

[link] - jackson always likes to make you feel small, fucking you on your back where he could easily tower over you with his big frame.

[link] - taehyung knows you’d be a doll and eagerly want to help him get off as he does the same to you, stuffing his fingers and curling in inside of you as you shakily jerk him off.

[link] - always wanting to have a part of you near him, eunwoo always chooses to pop a tit into his mouth, sucking on it as you’re fucking yourself on his lap.

[link] - sometimes, sex with sana isn’t always rough and degrading. most of the time, you both like to get intimate with light touches and sloppy kisses.

[link] - sana knows how much of a sucker you turn for her fingers, eyes always lingering on her hands so she knew exactly what to do with them in the bedroom.

[link] - the nicest that jinsik would be is simply fucking you with his fingers, not forcing you to take his cock even if he wants to stuff your cunt with it.

[link] - on the braver side, felix always finds himself trying new things out with you, hence why he found himself salivating when he catches a whiff of the scent of your juices as he got on his knees.

[link] - curiosity does kill the cat but not hyunjin. once he lets his curiosity take over, he knew it was the right thing to happen because he just discovered a new kink of yours.

© RATEDFLEUR — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[xuqijie]

҂ dear karina masterlist ๋࣭

↳ yu jimin x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS ; when people hear the name, park y/n, all they ever think about is your dating scandals with men. what if, all this time, you were in love with a woman?

GENRE ; angst, fluff

TAGS ; shoeh!au, swearing, suggestive content, mentions of alcohol, blood, drugs (more to be added)

chapter list !

1. naive hwang hyunjin

2. brutal lee jeno

3. familar na jaemin

4. charming yoon keeho

5. cold cha eunwoo

6. comfortable choi soobin

7. almost lee juyeon

8. forever yu jimin

TAGLIST ! @hyukasverse @elyds @yoontoonwhs @txtbrainrot @cfvgbhndun-new-blog @awkwardtoafault @myothegreat @jisooftme @j-wyoung @angelwonie @adajoemaya @nasyu-kookies

[blackterrae]

𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆

(𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘)

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒅. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒉𝒂 𝑬𝒖𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒐.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅-𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕-𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒚, 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑪𝒉𝒂 𝑬𝒖𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒀𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒂.

𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒕:

𝑪𝒉𝒂 𝑬𝒖𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇

𝑰𝑼 𝒂𝒔 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒀𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒂

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 (𝒀/𝑵)

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂…

A.N: There isn’t a definite face claim for the reader. I just want to emphasize that (Y/N) is black so I used Fatou!

[unique-high]

WATERMELON MOONSHINE | Cha Eunwoo x black female reader

summary: your daughter asks you about your first love.

Songfic is loosely based on the song WATERMELON MOONSHINE by Lainey Wilson. Some lyrics are written into the fic.

Mention of underage drinking.

Author's Note: I'm just a girl who loves a good country song, so please don't mind me, lol. I fell in love with this song and wanted to write something for Eunwoo and black readers. So this was made.

It's 2:30 pm in TX and I haven't been to sleep since 7pm last night, so this story was fueled by my lack of sleep. There might be some Grammar errors since I haven't really proofread it.

“Momma, who was your first love?” your daughter asks you one day as she flips through your album book of photos of you and your friends.

It felt so long ago that you were eighteen and in love. You curled to your daughter's side in your bed. “It was a boy named, Eunwoo.” you stroke her hair. “Being in love with that boy felt like I was dancing on my tippy toes on top of the world.”

You remember everything about Eunwoo that night. His smile. His laugher. The way he held on to you like he was afraid of losing you.

“Oooooh, so you were in love, love?” your daughter giggles.

“So in love, we thought forever would be forever.”

It's bittersweet, almost thinking of Eunwoo. You and him hanging out on the gate of his truck with the conversations that would lead to a comfortable silence. Being eighteen then felt like the bravest you and Eunwoo were.

“Like you're married to Dad now, but do you sometimes miss this Eunwoo guy?”

“I do sometimes.”

He still had your heart somewhere right along with the mason jars you and he drank Watermelon Moonshine from. God, you can still feel the burn of it and the taste of lime.

You were his, and every bit of Eunwoo was yours. You both were young. Too young to know what love was, but you and Eunwoo were learning on a sweet buzz.

And there's never nothing like the first time. And for you, yours was always going to taste like Watermelon Moonshine.

You remember how grown up you felt than. It was your first time drinking, you didn't want to tell him that. Eunwoo drank with his friends down by the lake all the time so this was nothing new to him.

“I told him he was the one.” You laughed. “you think you're so sure when you're that young. You think you got it all figured out.”

You pictured yourself with him then a little house somewhere on the coast. There was something about that night with Eunwoo that you thought the high would last forever. You couldn't tell if you were both drunk in love or maybe something else...

[ladytheoris]

The divine interruption

Pairing: Gojou Satoru X Fem. Reader

Warning: NSFW, inspired by Cha Eunwoo in Island. (He is hot tbh), imagine this in a medieval setting.

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The vintage vibe in this pristine garden is something that you have always loved. You love how it calms your nerves and it always gives you a sense of satisfaction. Even more so when your father decided to marry you off to some new angelic priest who is about to be posted in your area.

All that you knew was that he is special; he is Gojou Satoru the high priest and the incarnation of the angel.

You knew something was different in the whole area since the new head priest came to the town; that person you are marrying. He was loved by everyone because the older ladies said he has heavenly eyes that will soothe all their problems, the ladies told so because he is such a smooth talker and knew the different ways to make egg tarts. The kids said so because he loved them and bought them candies. Just like a Santa Clause; but to you, he was nothing like a saint.

Ever since his eyes laid on you, you felt different. Call the heavenly eyes curated magic, but this wasn't feeling a religious place should be giving. You felt hot, his eyes scanning areas you never cared about. It was like each moment you heard his satin voice say the hymns, you were aching to be touched by him. Was this because of the bond connecting you to him, or your carnal desire? you didn't know and were even more happy to give in to those thoughts than stay away from them.

His cerulean eyes met yours at the altar for the first time and you saw your whole future flash in your mind. His smooth yet strong voice made you believe in every celestial being to bless you immensely. And after the prayer hours ended, he beckons you to his room. And somehow the feeling of being trapped between the walls of his room and his masculine chest felt like you were the devil he came to exorcise.

The fear of the unknown, the sweet smell of the cake he just had, and the way his hot breath caressed your neck were anything but divine.

"You know YN, I can see your thoughts. They're remarkably printed on your pretty face." He tells.

You couldn't decline. By now if it wasn't for the arms he held beside you, you would have been put on the floor.

"May I touch you?" He asks.

You nod your head in approval.

"Words, doll. I need words." His velvety voice slipped into your core.

"Yes, please." You stuttered.

You were in his cabin, filled with all the holy books and manuscripts. And at this point, this made you seem like salvation at its best.

You saw him remove his ring, and the holy cross around his neck, placing them on the table where you could see yourself in a few moments.

His long fingers wander down your neck tracing patterns. In a swift movement, he removes the strap of your dress, placing hickeys all over your now-exposed shoulder. His hands go further down, removing your dress along with it. He smooths his hands against your ribs, calming your nerves in just one smooth motion. His cerulean eyes were fixed on the curves of your chest, analyzing every rise and fall.

His hands held your waist strongly as he lifted you against the wall, and pressed himself against you. You gasp at the heat of his body. His lips placed wet kisses on your neck as you held onto him. You were not bothered by what lie to tell the ladies when they ask about the obvious love bites on your neck. Because of how time kept progressing, it was like he wanted to make sure everyone knew those were his.

His swift motions were too languid that you didn't even notice when you were sprawled on his table. You could feel his hands moving toward that heat. With his ice-cold fingers, it felt like heaven when his sneaky fingers played with your clit. And you were about to fall apart just by his fingers, when he went down on his knees in front of you, as his tongue drew intricate art designs there.

"The only one whom I have gone on my knees is for God, so I will make sure you remember everything that happens tonight." His silky voice was muffled, as you pushed him further towards yourself. Your fingers were tangled in his hair and moaned at your pull.

"Oh, my God!" You screamed.

"Yes, I am your God. Scream my name like that's the only thing you know." The vibrations of his sound made you see stars in that closed room.

"Why me?" You ask him.

"You tell me, sweetheart. Why won't I choose someone as innocent as a dove to be corrupted first by the angel of sin." You saw a divine glow around him, he looked almost godly between your legs.

His tongue played with your clit showing you every possible universe in a few hot minutes, while his fingers went in and out of you rhythmically.

For a flash of a second, his fingers were scissoring in you and you saw all possible universes that one moment he touched that spot. "Oh god!"

"Yes scream out loud all you want, let everyone know who you belong to." His movements fastens and you came down your high.

"This is just the beginning of many, YN" He kisses the corner of your lips, making you get a taste of yourself. "I can't wait to see you in my arms after our marriage."

[aajjks]

The Boy (III)

synopsis. All he ever wanted was someone to love.

pairing: yandere!brahms doll jungkook x fem!nanny reader. ft. Cha eunwoo.

genre: 18+ horror, smut, angst and yandere.

warnings. 18+ YÁNDÈRÈ, dàrk thèmès, dïstúrbíng thèmès, mèntïóns ôf à dàrk pàst, yn ïs só dàmn hórny, dóll, erríe thèmès, únsèttlíng thèmès, híghly sèxúàl thèmès, nèèdy, shàmlèss ýn, tsúndèrè èúnwòò.

wc: idek it’s long tho

fic note. Please keep in mind that this fanfiction is the exact copy of the movie from the same name “the boy” (2016) so if you find any similarities, that’s on purpose. Also viewer discretion is highly advised.

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•••

You wake up… wet.

No, not like that. Well—kind of.

Your hair is sticking to your forehead. You’re hot. Your thighs are pressed too tightly together. Your dreams were criminal. There were hands. Multiple hands?

Was it Eunwoo’s? Was it someone else’s? Was it yours?

You blink up at the ornately carved ceiling and groan.

Why am I like this?

You sit up, your silk nightgown clinging to your skin as if it, too, is judging you. The room is heavy with silence, but your body is screaming.

God, he’s really staying here. Eunwoo is in the same house. With me.

Under one roof.

The sexual tension could choke a Victorian ghost.

You rub your eyes. “Okay, girl. Pull it together. You have a doll to babysit and a man to emotionally ruin.”

You slip into your robe.

your sluttiest one, obviously.

And tiptoe down the massive staircase. Your breath catches when you reach the bottom and—

He’s in the kitchen.

Eunwoo.

Shirt slightly wrinkled, sleeves rolled up, chewing toast with all the emotional intensity of a war general.

You stare at him like he’s a croissant and you’re fresh out of carbs.

“Good morning,” you say, voice trying to be casual but coming out like a breathy porn line.

He glances at you. Glances. No smile. No nod. Just a withering up-down that stops dead on your bare legs. “It’s 11:47.”

You blink. “Wow. So punctual. Did JK tell you that too?”

That gets his attention. His jaw ticks.

“Don’t call him that.”

You blink innocently. “What? JK? The d—;”

“If you say the word ‘doll,’ I swear to God I’ll report you to Ji-seon and Jeong-hwan.”

You throw up your hands. “Alright! Chill! JK, the tiny man of the house. Got it.”

He goes back to chewing. You lean on the marble counter like you’re about to seduce a duke.

“So… you’re staying the night again?”

“I am.”

“Fun.”

“It’s not.”

You smirk. “You’re no fun.”

“You’re not here to have fun,” he deadpans. “You’re here to follow the rules.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, master. Anything for JK.”

He looks at you. Really looks. And then, so coldly, so sharply, it nearly slices your ego in half, he says:

“You’re not his type.”

You blink.

“Oh my God. Did you just slut-shame me on behalf of a doll?”

“Not a doll.”

You sigh dramatically. “Fine. JK. Not-a-doll. The six-pound king of this haunted Barbie dreamhouse. I live to serve.”

Eunwoo finishes his toast, wipes his mouth, and says, “Maybe try actually doing your job then.”

Then he walks out. Just, leaves.

Like a ghost in Gucci.

You stare after him, panting. “Why does that make me want him more?”

•••

You stare at the spot where Eunwoo disappeared, your jaw slack, your thighs clenched, and your dignity bleeding out somewhere near the toaster.

“You’re not his type.”

Did that emotionally constipated man just weaponize the words of a six-pound porcelain demon to roast your entire bloodline?

You grip the counter. “You know what? I am someone’s type. Maybe not Mr. Emotionally Repressed Toast Biter, but someone’s.”

A beat.

“…Like JK.”

And that’s when the humming starts.

Your spine goes stiff.

It’s soft—like a music box—but broken, too slow, like someone dragging a finger across rusty teeth.

“Pretty…”

You spin around so fast you nearly pop a tit.

“Hello?” you call out, voice cracking just a little. The hallway stares back, still and shadowy.

You left him alone.

Shit.

You sprint through the hall, past antique portraits that follow you with judging eyes, and barge into JK’s room like a horny maniac with performance anxiety.

He’s sitting exactly where you left him. in the center of his little armchair. Neatly dressed, eyes glossy and dead.

But now his head is tilted.

Slightly.

To the left.

You didn’t leave him like that. You’re positive.

“…Hi,” you say, voice unsure. “Sorry I was late. I had a weird, deeply demoralizing interaction with a man who smells like cedarwood and abandonment issues.”

No response.

You tiptoe closer. Your breath hitches as you see it:

His tiny little hand is lifted.

Just barely.

“Stay…” the word floats through the room, so soft it might’ve been imagined.

Your whole body goosebumps.

“…Okay,” you whisper. “Okay. I’m here.”

You grab the crumpled routine sheet off the nearby dresser and read aloud like you’re preparing for the creepiest Zoom call of your life.

“Morning routine,” you mutter. “Talk to JK about your day, brush his hair, clean his clothes…”

You stare at him.

He stares back.

“…You good if we skip the small talk and go straight to the spa part?”

No answer.

You brush his hair with slow, shaking fingers, like you’re afraid he’ll bite.

“Pretty…”

You freeze.

“JK, I swear on your pinky toe, if you move, I will call a priest, a therapist, and three bouncers.”

He doesn’t move. But the air shifts.

You wipe his face with a warm cloth, humming a little tune, your hands trembling.

“Don’t…” comes the whisper again, softer now, almost mournful.

“…Don’t what?” you ask.

“…Stop.”

You yeet the washcloth across the room.

“Cool. Very cool. Love that for me.”

But you keep going. Because a part of you, some masochistic, twisted little part likes it.

Being watched. Being needed. Even if it’s by something that might not even be alive.

Or maybe especially because of that.

At least he’s paying attention.

You look down at JK, who seems to smile just a little. Or maybe that’s your sleep-deprived sex-brain making things up again.

You sigh. “Alright. Next on the agenda: watching TV with a doll who may or may not want to wear my skin.”

You scoop him up, carefully, respectfully and take him to the living room. Plop him next to you on the couch like he’s your little haunted boyfriend.

And that’s when Eunwoo enters.

Again.

Like a ghost with a superiority complex.

He glances between you and JK and raises a brow. “Why is he slumped like that?”

You straighten him like a guilty child. “Sorry. We were watching Love Island.”

Eunwoo walks over and kneels in front of JK like he’s greeting royalty. His hands are delicate, reverent. His voice is low and serious.

“Did she take care of you?”

Your jaw drops. “Hello?? I’m right here??”

He doesn’t look at you.

“Did she follow the routine?”

You scoff. “Oh my God. Are you jealous? Do you wish you were JK?”

That gets his attention. He stands slowly, towering over you, and says—so ice-cold it burns:

“No. But I do wish he had a better caretaker.”

Ouch.

Your thighs clench. Not from shame. From unspeakable thirst.

“…That’s hot,” you whisper.

He walks away. Again.

Why do I love that?

•••

You flop onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, legs spread unladylike, your robe slipping just enough to tempt a ghost.

JK sits next to you. His head is tilted again. Judging you. As usual.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you mutter, glaring at his glossy little eyes. “You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what he said. ‘I wish he had a better caretaker.’ Excuse me? Rude.”

You poke his tiny chest.

“I did your hair. I cleaned your creepy little face. I let you watch TV. I even turned the subtitles on. What more do you want from me?!”

“Stay…”

You freeze.

“…That was not the answer I was looking for.”

You press the remote’s mute button and stare at the doll like he’s your therapist-slash-hate-crush.

“I know I’m not supposed to talk about this stuff with you, but honestly what’s he even doing here? He’s not helpful. He’s just… there. Being hot. Making toast. Judging my robe.”

You sigh and flop sideways, dramatically resting your head on JK’s little lap like you’re Juliet and he’s the saddest Romeo.

“I mean, I flirt. I smolder. I bend over extra slow when I pick things up. I greeted him in a towel, JK. A towel. Do you know how brave that is in this lighting?!”

“Pretty…” comes the faintest whisper, like a caress up your spine.

You blink. Sit up slowly.

“…Wait. Did you just call me…?”

Nothing. Silence.

You stare at the doll.

“…Okay, first of all, thank you. Finally, someone around here acknowledges the slay.”

You stand up, pacing, robe clinging to your thighs like a second skin. The house groans faintly as if it, too, is tired of your shenanigans.

“Eunwoo is the type of guy who probably sleeps in a straight line and thinks missionary is experimental,”

You mutter, hands gesturing wildly. “Like, I bet if I begged him to choke me, he’d be like ‘that’s not in the handbook.’”

JK just stares, wide-eyed and blank.

You lean in close.

“Don’t pretend you’re above this, little man. You’ve seen me spiral before. Remember last night? The towel? The screaming? The existential horniness? You were THERE.”

You glance around. The lights seem dimmer now. The fireplace flickers even though you swear it was off a second ago.

“…Am I losing it?” you whisper.

“Stay.”

You jump.

It came from the hallway this time.

A long, drawn-out version, like a croak through a child’s voice box. Ssstaaaayy…

You clutch JK automatically, gripping him like a haunted teddy bear, your breath hitching.

“…JK? Was that you?” you whisper, peeking around the corner.

Nothing.

Your brain is a blender of unrelenting thirst and slow-brewing fear. You hug JK tighter and whisper, “I’m too horny to die like this. Please don’t be possessed.”

You glance down at him again.

His smile seems… wider.

“…Okay. Shower time. No ghost can stop me from shaving my legs and pretending Eunwoo’s watching.”

You march toward the grand staircase. The house breathes with you—walls creaking, portraits watching.

You look over your shoulder one last time at JK still sitting on the couch, propped up perfectly.

“Be good.”

“Stay.”

You break into a sprint.

•••

you’re heading to the shower, still buzzing from JK’s whispers and Eunwoo’s cold rejection. The house is humming. Something is watching.

You lock the bathroom door behind you like that’s going to do a damn thing.

The house creaks overhead.

You toss your robe off dramatically. [Oscar-worthy, really]

And crank the shower to scalding away my sins mode.

Steam billows up fast, curling around your bare skin like invisible hands. You step in, sighing like a woman in a perfume commercial.

“God. Yes. Finally. Me time,” you moan, letting the water slide down your back. You close your eyes and press your palms to the cold tile.

Maybe I’ll just die here. Drenched and hot and alone.

You tilt your head back, letting the water drench your face, imagining a very specific pair of cold hands sliding down your sides. Ugh. Eunwoo.

Why are you built like trauma and celibacy?

You groan, frustrated, thighs clenching under the spray.

That’s when it happens.

You feel it.

Not the water.

Not your hand.

Not the wall.

Something brushes your calf.

You snap your head down.

Nothing.

You laugh nervously. “Okay, haunted plumbing. Cool. Love that for me.”

You go back to rinsing.

There it is again. Higher this time. Like a light stroke up your thigh.

You whirl around. The curtain flutters like it’s breathing. But no breeze. You stare at it.

“Pretty.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. It wasn’t in your head this time. You heard it. A faint whisper. Soft. Clingy. Possessive.

“…JK?” you breathe.

Silence.

You inch the curtain open just a sliver, water dripping down your arm, mouth dry as hell.

The bathroom is empty.

But your robe—

It’s on the floor.

Not where you left it.

And it’s not just tossed, it’s neatly folded.

Like someone watched you undress, picked it up, and respectfully folded it.

You back into the shower, soap sliding uselessly down your leg, heart hammering.

“I’m gonna cry. Or cum. I don’t know which. But something’s happening,” you whisper.

You finish in record time, because apparently horny AND hunted is not a relaxing combo.

You wrap yourself in a towel, trembling, and yank the curtain aside to face the mirror.

And see something behind you.

A shadow. Low. Too low to be a person.

You turn.

Nothing there.

The air is colder now. The steam doesn’t stick.

And the mirror?

Someone wrote something in the fog.

One word.

“Stay.”

Your breath catches.

You’re not alone.

•••

You burst into the hallway like a sexy tornado wrapped in a towel.

You’re wet. You’re breathless. You’re being haunted. And you’re, shockingly hornier than ever.

“JK,” you hiss under your breath as you tiptoe barefoot down the hall, “I swear if you watched me in the shower, I’m telling your parents;”

Clunk.

You freeze.

Footsteps. Floorboards groaning.

You whip around, heart hammering.

It’s him.

Eunwoo.

Standing in the hallway. Arms crossed. Dressed in head-to-toe judgment.

You stand there dripping. Literally. Your towel is barely clinging to your chest like it’s trying to escape the situation too.

He stares at you.

You blink at him.

He blinks at your towel.

You open your mouth to say something sexy, witty, charming, deranged. but he beats you to it.

“…Are you incapable of wearing clothes?”

You clutch your towel tighter. “Oh my God. Eunwoo. Don’t act like you didn’t miss me.”

“I wasn’t looking for you.”

You point dramatically. “Then why are you here? Outside the bathroom? At this exact moment? With your judgy little jawline all clenched like that?”

He blinks once. “I came to check on JK.”

You put your hand on your hip. The towel slips a little. You don’t fix it.

“Oh, really? Not to check on this wet, vulnerable woman in distress? Not even to say, ‘Wow, you look like you survived a demonic bubble bath. Want to talk about it over wine and trauma?’”

He looks you dead in the eyes and says, “No.”

You’re dizzy. You don’t know if it’s from the heat or the shame or the sheer eroticism of being absolutely annihilated verbally.

“I think you’re a sadist,” you whisper. “And I think I’m into it.”

He steps past you like you’re air. “Put some clothes on.”

“I’m wearing a towel.”

“Exactly.”

You start to follow him, towel bouncing like it’s hanging on for dear life. “Where are you going? You can’t just emotionally wreck me and leave!”

“I told you. I’m checking on JK.”

You pout. “Ugh. You love that creepy little freak more than me.”

He stops in his tracks. Turns slowly.

“I respect JK,” he says, low and icy. “You? I’m still deciding.”

You cover your mouth, squealing. “Why is that the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me?!”

He walks faster.

You chase him.

“You’re gonna fall in love with me, you know.”

He opens the doll’s door and says flatly, “Not if he kills you first.”

You freeze.

“…What?”

The doll is exactly where you left him. Perched on the chair, eyes wide open, mouth almost… smiling?

You swear to God he winks.

You grab Eunwoo’s arm. “Okay. So just so we’re clear. if JK wants me dead, will you at least avenge me?”

“No.”

“…Will you water my plants?”

“You don’t have plants.”

“Okay, but if I did?”

He turns to you and says, voice like death, “I would feed them to JK.”

You moan.

Like actually moan.

He walks away.

You’re left standing there in your towel, in the dark, alone with the world’s creepiest doll and the biggest crush of your life, who may or may not be conspiring with said doll to emotionally destroy you.

And somehow, you’re into it.

You look at JK, eyes narrowing.

“You little freak. I bet you like watching this, don’t you?”

The doll’s head twitches.

Your smile drops.

“…Okay. Nope. We’re not doing this tonight.”

You grab a bathrobe off the wall hook and whisper, “I’m about to sage the fuck out of this room.”

And from somewhere behind you, faint as a kiss—

“Pretty.”

You scream.

•••

You rush back to your room, breathlessly throwing on some clothes. It’s ridiculous—

this whole situation is ridiculous. Your body still hums with nervous energy, heart beating faster than usual, like you’re waiting for something.

someone, to explode into the room at any moment.

And, honestly, who could blame you?

Eunwoo was standing there, looking at you like you were just some random, embarrassing thing he had to tolerate.

You were desperate to make him notice you, desperate to make him feel something, anything besides disgust.

But, oh my God, why does that make you want him more?

It doesn’t help that the whole house feels like it’s holding its breath. Like it’s watching you.

Is it watching me?

You feel that familiar prickle down your spine—the one that started with the shower, the one that started with the doll’s whisper.

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus. You need to go check on JK. The rules. The constant need to make sure the tiny demon child is in good spirits.

The things that haunt you when you get too caught up in your hormones.

You walk back down the hall, purposefully ignoring the thick tension in the air. But as soon as you reach the doll’s door, the feeling grows stronger. You’re not alone. Someone is here. Watching.

You throw open the door to JK’s room.

He’s sitting there. Waiting.

But something’s different this time.

His eyes are trained on you. But there’s an unmistakable, devious look in them. They’re sharp, almost predatory.

You shudder.

His expression remains unnervingly calm.

And then you hear it.

A whisper, like the rustling of paper, but far too clear to be ignored.

“Stay.”

You feel a chill creep up your spine.

You reach for the notebook, flipping through the pages like it can shield you from whatever the hell this is. But it’s no use. The rules are still the same:

Talk to him. Acknowledge him. Never leave him alone.

You sigh, frustrated. “Okay, okay. I’m here, JK. Don’t get all upset on me, alright? I’m just doing my job. God knows I’d rather be.. well, anywhere but here.”

A sound. Almost like a breath. Something… creepy.

“Pretty.”

You freeze. That’s the same voice from before.

There’s no way.

You turn back to the doll, staring at him, your heart pounding as you stand still in the doorframe.

“Did you… Did you just say that? JK, did you—;”

The doll’s lips curl slightly, unnaturally. It’s not a smile. It’s the kind of smile that doesn’t belong on a doll.

Something that makes your stomach turn, even as your body feels like it’s burning.

And then, like it always happens, you hear the whisper. Soft. Too soft.

“Stay.”

You shiver. This is too much. Way too much. But you can’t help it. your thoughts immediately drift back to Eunwoo. To the way he looked at you, rejected you, and still left you with that constant, consuming ache.

You glance over at the door.

You could just leave this creepy room. You could go to bed, get some sleep, maybe even call Alina, and vent about your horny delusions.

But instead, your legs move on their own, taking you closer to JK.

You sit down next to him against your better judgment and mutter to yourself.

“Maybe I am losing my mind. But, seriously, JK, what’s your deal? I don’t get it.

Why do you keep making me feel like you’re watching me… like I’m your prey? I’m just trying to survive this weird hell.”

Another low, hollow whisper.

“Stay.”

“I am staying! God, this is ridiculous,” you groan.

But the more you speak to him, the more you realize you kind of enjoy it. Being watched. Being called. There’s something twisted about it. Something primal.

Your fingers brush against his clothing, adjusting him on the chair. You swear his body moves just a little bit as you touch him. You jerk your hand back, but the damage is done.

A shiver courses through your body.

Stop. Just stop, Yn.

But it’s already too late.

The house feels too quiet, too oppressive, and now you’re being haunted by your own desires, just as much as by the doll. And maybe… maybe you’ve become obsessed with both.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps. They’re cold, calculated. They’re loud.

And they make your heartbeat spike.

You whip around to see Eunwoo standing in the doorway, expression unreadable.

“Oh, perfect timing,” you sigh, rolling your eyes, but your chest tightens, knowing what you’re about to say.

“Checking on your precious little monster again?” you tease.

“I mean, I’ve been doing my job, okay? You don’t have to make it so obvious that you care more about him than me.”

You stand up and make your way to Eunwoo, feeling that rush of nerves again.

Here it comes.

“Is it really that obvious? I thought you were used to rejection by now.” His voice is flat, but there’s something sharply amused about the way he says it.

You can’t help yourself.

“Why do you have to be such a dick? I’m just trying to have some fun here, Eunwoo.”

You step closer, your voice dripping with flirtation.

“Maybe you should stay with me tonight. You know, keep me company. I promise I’ll behave.”

He looks down at you, cold and unamused. “I’m not here for you. I’m here for him. You wouldn’t understand.”

The words hit you harder than you expect, even though you’ve heard them before.

But you can’t help it.

You’re still hungry for him.

Every single word out of his mouth makes you want to kiss him or shove him against the wall and make him regret his ice-cold tone.

But no. He’s not interested. And that somehow makes it worse.

You turn back toward JK, frustration rising in your chest. “See? This is what I’m dealing with. Total rejection.”

The doll’s head tilts slightly.

“Pretty.”

You lose it. “OH MY GOD, I’M GOING CRAZY.”

You storm out of the room, but as you do, you feel him watching you. Both of them. The doll.

Eunwoo.

Both of them filling your mind, and your body, and your desire.

•••

You storm down the hallway, your mind in overdrive.

Your body is still buzzing with the aftermath of Eunwoo’s rejection, the sick feeling of wanting him growing stronger by the second.

But, of course, he’s always the wall you can’t get past. You hate that. You fucking love that.

You pause by the stairs, clenching your fists.

“Okay, calm down,” you mutter to yourself. “You’re losing it. You have a doll to tend to, remember? You need to do your fucking job.”

But the more you think about it, the more you realize just how insane this all is. The doll.

The rules.

The whispers. And Eunwoo, always the frozen, terrifying man who somehow gets under your skin more than you’d like.

You push open the door to JK’s room with a dramatic sigh, ready to dive back into the madness.

But what greets you is worse than you could’ve imagined.

He’s sitting there. Still. Silent. But something’s off. His head tilts too far back. His eyes—are they—glowing?

No. It’s your mind playing tricks on you. You wish it was.

You step in, trying to act calm, but your heart is thumping in your chest.

Your whole body feels like it’s vibrating, but you can’t figure out if it’s fear or need.

“You still here, huh, JK?” you say, forcing a casualness into your voice. “Honestly, I was hoping you’d be more chill by now.”

You cross the room to adjust his position, part of the daily rules and as soon as your hands touch him, a low hum fills the room. You freeze.

A whisper, like a breath, drifts over your skin.

“Stay.”

You jerk back, your heart racing.

“Nope. Nope. This is too much. I need to get a grip,” you whisper to yourself, shaking your head. “I need to stop… needing this.”

But, of course, you don’t stop. You can’t stop.

You sit down beside him again, clutching the edge of the chair like it’s your lifeline. You have to admit it now.

You’re losing it. Mentally, emotionally, physically, you’re spiraling.

You glance back at the door, half-expecting Eunwoo to show up again, but no. Not yet.

Your breathing is shallow. You can’t stop thinking about him. His eyes.

The way he looks at you like he knows you’re a lost cause. How you want to throw yourself at him just to see if he’ll break. To see if you’ll finally get what you want.

“Ugh, why is this so hard?” you groan, sinking into the chair. “Why do I even want him? He’s so cold. He doesn’t even care.”

You glance back at JK. “Do you see this? He doesn’t even give a damn. And here I am, stuck in this house with him. So close, yet so far away.”

You shake your head, laughing bitterly. “You know, JK, I might just be horny as hell. That’s gotta be it, right? It’s like I can’t stop thinking about it. I just want him so badly, and it’s fucking with my head.”

A laugh escapes your lips, but it’s a desperate one.

The air grows heavier. Tighter.

And then you hear it again, like the breath of something that isn’t quite alive.

“Pretty.”

Your head snaps around. The room feels too cold all of a sudden, too heavy. You swear his eyes are different now—darker, more intent.

“Oh my God,” you whisper. “No. I swear to fucking God, if you say that one more time…”

You try to stand up, but your legs feel weak. You grip the edge of the chair again, your thoughts swirling.

“Why do I feel like I’m being suffocated by this whole goddamn house? And by him?” you hiss, your voice shaking with a combination of arousal and fear.

“I should be focusing on this.. on you. But it’s like everything else is just eclipsed by Eunwoo. And I hate it. And I love it. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me!”

And then, right when you’re at your lowest, when the words escape your mouth like a broken dam, you hear it:

“Stay.”

But this time, it’s different. It’s louder. Closer.

Your stomach drops, and you immediately whip your head back to the doll.

He’s—he’s smiling now. It’s not a pleasant smile. It’s almost mocking.

“No, no. This is insane,” you whisper to yourself, backing away slowly. “I’m losing it. I am literally losing my fucking mind.”

But before you can even think about escaping, you hear the door creak behind you.

You spin around.

Eunwoo is standing there, his expression unreadable as usual.

“You’ve been here for a while. I told you to stop ignoring him.”

You roll your eyes, exasperated. “I’m not ignoring him, Eunwoo. I’m just… talking to him.”

His eyes narrow. “The rules are clear. Don’t test them.”

You’re about to shoot back a snarky reply when you see him look at you.

really look at you. And then you realize. He knows. He knows exactly what you’re thinking.

You shiver, a mix of irritation and… arousal swirling in your chest. The air feels thick, heavy. You want to say something. Do something. Anything.

But all you can manage is a defeated sigh.

“I’m trying, alright?”

Eunwoo steps into the room, his gaze flicking back to JK. “Try harder.”

His cold voice chills you to the bone, and suddenly, everything feels sharper.

Like you’re under a magnifying glass.

He doesn’t need to touch you to make you feel this way. His presence is enough to twist you up inside.

But then, to your surprise, he looks back at you. “You’re not his type, you know.”

You blink, feeling like you’ve been punched in the gut. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs, his face as impassive as ever. “You heard me.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up— bitter, sarcastic, and tinged with something else. Something dangerous.

“You know what, Eunwoo?” you mutter, leaning in just a little closer

. “I might be his type. He just hasn’t noticed me yet. And guess what? I’m getting real tired of waiting.”

•••

You’re back in bed. Again.

Lights off. Robe off.

Wearing nothing but your thin nightgown, the one with the lace trim that always manages to ride up in all the right places.

JK is in your arms. You don’t even know when this became normal, but at this point, it feels wrong not to hold him. He’s small and warm from your body heat, tucked against your chest like a child—

or a clingy boyfriend who never blinks.

You press your cheek against his hair. He smells like cedarwood and something faintly old, like dust and memories and maybe secrets.

“You like this, don’t you?” you whisper, half-laughing. “Being the little spoon.”

Your fingers brush over the stiff cotton of his shirt, smoothing it out. Your other hand rests low on his back, like you’re cradling something precious.

Your thigh hikes up a little. You press closer. JK’s head settles just above your cleavage, and you swear—swear—he fits there perfectly.

God, this is so stupid.

You groan, curling around him more. “Look at me. Cuddling a doll. Like a pathetic little Victorian ghost bride who’s been left at the altar.”

You close your eyes. It’s stupid. This is stupid.

But it feels good. Safe.

Pretty.

The word floats through your mind like a memory—but you’re not even sure you heard it. Maybe you imagined it. Maybe you just wanted it so badly you made it up.

And then—

A click.

Faint. Mechanical.

You freeze.

It’s so quiet, you could almost convince yourself it was nothing.

But it wasn’t.

Somewhere inside the doll something whirred.

You pull back, heart hammering.

JK’s face is the same. That blank smile. Those lifeless eyes.

Except… They’re not lifeless, are they?

Not right now.

You feel them. Watching.

Through him.

You can feel the burn of being seen too closely, too intently. Like someone just stared right through your nightgown.

Memorized the curve of your thighs, the part of your lips, the way your breath caught when you shifted and the lace brushed your skin.

You stare into his eyes.

He stares back.

The room is pitch black except for the moonlight slicing in through the curtains, but suddenly you feel naked.

Violated.

Desired.

Not by the doll.

By someone else.

Someone on the other side.

The realization hits you like ice in your veins.

You’re being watched.

Right now.

Your arms drop. You throw back the covers and scramble away from the bed, chest heaving, nightgown slipping dangerously off one shoulder as you stare down at JK.

What the actual fuck.

You should scream. Run. Call someone.

But instead, you’re standing there, chest rising and falling, heart in your throat, wet between your legs because…

Because being watched felt good.

You slap your hands over your face.

“I need help.”

Behind you, from the bed—

“Pretty.”

Soft. Mechanical. Almost fond.

You whirl around.

JK hasn’t moved.

But you swear— swear his head is tilted just a little more than before. Like he’s listening.

Like he’s smiling.

Like he knows you liked it.

 •••

You’re holding me again.

So fucking sweet. Like I deserve your kindness. Like I’m not watching you from the shadows. 

 Mouth dry, cock hard, whispering shit no one should hear.

God. You don’t even know.

“You’re such a fucking needy whore.”

You’re pressing your tits to that doll like it’s yours. Like you’re the one comforting me.

Like I need comfort.

I want to fucking ruin you.

I lean forward. Press my face to the screen like it’ll bring me closer. I watch your chest rise and fall as you breathe in that soft, dazed way.

Eyes fluttering. Whispering to JK like he’s your little bedtime secret.

“He’s so cold,” you say to him, pouting. “At least you think I’m pretty.”

I groan.

I said that.

I whispered that.

You think it’s the doll. But it’s me.

I can see the way your lips tug into a soft smile, like you’re starting to believe it. Like I’m not just in the walls—I’m in your head.

“Do you think I’m crazy?” you murmur.

Only for me, baby.

I press my forehead against the cold cement, hand moving down slowly, lazily, like I’ve got all night.

My voice stays low. Just for you. Just loud enough that no one else could ever hear.

“Touch yourself,” I whisper, watching the image of your bare thigh shift on the screen. “Right now. Do it. Pretend it’s for you, baby. Pretend it’s about Eunwoo.”

My laugh comes sharp and bitter.

“He won’t even look at you.”

You sigh. Roll to your side, clutching the doll to your chest like it’s a lifeline. You whisper something I can’t hear. Maybe it’s his name. Maybe it’s mine.

Either way, I feel it like a punch to the stomach.

“I’d fuck you so good, you’d never say his name again,” I hiss. “You wouldn’t even remember what cold feels like.”

I can’t help it. My hand moves faster.

“You’d cry for me.”

Your breath catches. Your legs twitch like your body’s reacting without permission. My blood runs hot.

“You’d beg,” I say. “God, you’d beg.”

I lick my lips.

“‘Please, Jungkook.’” I mimic your voice with a low, breathy whimper. “‘Please touch me, please make it stop, I need it so bad—’”

My head knocks back against the wall. I imagine your mouth. Your throat. Your wrists pinned down.

“Fucking say my name,” I growl to the screen. “Say it. Say it like you said it in your sleep last night.”

Because you did.

I heard you.

You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.

And still? you curl tighter around that doll like you want to keep it warm. Like you want me close. Like you’re inviting me in.

You press your lips to its head and whisper, “Goodnight, JK.”

I shudder.

“Say goodnight to me, baby,” I whisper back, lips nearly brushing the wall. “Say it like you know I’m listening.”

You don’t.

But you will.

Soon.

You’ll learn how to say my name properly.

You’ll say it like it’s the only word you’ve ever known.

[webangchan]

Could you possibly do Astros Cha Eunwoo with numbers 17 and 25? It’s my birthday this week and this would be a great present! If you don’t have time, no worries! I just figured I’d ask! Thank you!!

pairing: eunwoo x fem!reader prompts: "try to stay quiet, understand?" / "hey. are you awake?" notes: happy birthday anon!

It’s a random weeknight when you wake up groggy and more than a little horny.  You peer at the alarm clock on your bedside table through gritty eyes and frown at the bright red 3:27 that stares back at you.  You crane your head to look at your sleeping boyfriend on the other side of the bed and weigh your options.  You could take care of yourself and snuggle up to Eunwoo once you're sated.  Or, you could wake him up so he can do it.  Your decision is made for you fairly quickly since your horny gremlin brain is in charge at the moment.

"Hey.  Psst."

You try to keep your voice low so you don't startle him awake.  When Eunwoo doesn't budge, you poke him in the shoulder until he scrunches his face up and smacks your hand away.

"Are you awake?"

Eunwoo groans and rubs a hand down his face before he props himself up on his elbow.  The sheet slips down his half naked body with the movement and you're ogling his bare chest when he answers.

"I am now," he grumbles.  "What's going on?  Did you dream about Sanha getting kidnapped by his weird neighbor again?"

"No," you answer.  "Thankfully.  I just need some dick."

Eunwoo stares at you, unblinking, and you're starting to wish you had just touched yourself when your boyfriend moves to blanket you with his body.  You happily spread your legs so he can settle between them and when he kisses you, his slightly stale breath doesn't bother you at all.  He pulls away to plant kisses on your throat as he wiggles a hand past the band of your panties, chuckling into your skin when he feels how wet you are already.

"Let me take care of my poor baby, hmm?"

Eunwoo sinks his middle finger into your cunt and the moan you let out is a little too loud for the late hour.  Eunwoo quirks an eyebrow and slides his finger out just to thrust it back in and you bite your lip to keep quiet.

"Guess you don't want Moonbin to hear you screaming my name, huh?"  If your skin wasn't already hot you would've burned up instantly at his words.  Eunwoo knows that you're attracted to his best friend slash roommate and he teases you with it every chance he gets.  "Try to keep it down, okay?  We can think about inviting him to enjoy the show next time."