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[blu-joons]

Kisses With Golden Child ~ Golden Child Headcanon

Daeyeol:

Daeyeol is the type of kisser who relies on kisses as a bit of a love language to communicate his emotions

The romance of a kiss is something that Daeyeol is particularly a fan of, as they always seem to be appropriate

His favourite place to kiss you is against the tip of your nose as Daeyeol loves how shy it always makes you

He loves how easy it is to kiss you, Daeyeol always manages to find a way to be able to give you a kiss

Whenever he’s mad at you or annoyed at you, Daeyeol will make things up to you through kisses

They’re something that are quite private between you both too, kisses aren’t exchanged often around friends

If you pass Daeyeol by, he’ll try his best to get a kiss in and then see how you react to him too

Whenever your eyes look to him with a smile, he knows the thing to do is to pull you back to him for more

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Seongyoon is the type of kisser who will be pretty relaxed when he kisses you, but he does it often

Lazy kisses are quite a preference for you both, especially those first couple during the early parts of the morning

His favourite place to kiss you is against your cheek, especially when he’s able to get you by peering past your shoulder

He loves using kisses to try and cheer you up, Seongyoon will be relentless until he gets to see your smile again

Being affectionate around others doesn’t bother you either, you’re just as chill about kisses even with people watching

Most of the time when Seongyoon kisses you properly, he’ll pull you into a hug too to draw you even closer

Making Seongyoon wait for too long for a kiss too is a big no, he’ll follow you around with a big pout on his face

If there’s one thing that you can often tell from Seongyoon when he kisses you, it’s how much he appreciates you

Jangjun:

Jangjun is the type of kisser who will use kisses as yet another way to try and tease you and get his way

He’s more than happy to kiss you to get what he wants, or hold them back when you tell him no about something

His favourite place to kiss you is against your forehead, using his hands in your hair to guide you towards him

He loves the warm feeling that he feels in his tummy whenever he kisses you, Jangjun gets butterflies often

One of Jangjun’s favourite things to do is capture the side of your lips with a kiss before running away from you

You’re just as good as teasing him though as you often linger before deciding to suddenly pull away from him

Kisses are like a tool for you both, mostly so that you can wind each other up and annoy them as much as possible

At the same time though, when the time calls for it kisses can also be very intense and meaningful for you both too

Tag:

Youngtaek is the type of kisser who will often use kisses to talk to you when he can’t quite find the words

No one ever sees the two of you kiss either, they’re something that you keep very private about doing together

His favourite place to kiss you is against the back of your hand, often bringing it up when he holds onto you

He loves how cosy kisses are for you both, for Youngtaek it feels like home and being with you

Things like kisses are like a routine for you both, you have your same moments in the day when you’ll exchange them

Times like in the mornings before saying goodbye, and just before going to bed are two of the most common times

Most of the time a kiss from Youngtaek will be impulsive, he won’t think about it, he’ll just go for it

Above all else, kisses are something that he never gets bored of, especially when it’s you who he gets to kiss

Seungmin:

Seungmin is the type of kisser who will be full of confidence but then get shy when he feels your lips on his

Nine times out of ten, Seungmin is the one who will be dominate when you kiss and be the initiator

His favourite place to kiss you is against your lips, Seungmin loves the traditional type of kiss the most

He loves how happy kissing you makes him, it’s something that will always make Seungmin smile

On the rare chance when you initiate a kiss, it’s because you want to make Seungmin shy and make him go quiet

Neither of you mind kissing around others, but if someone passes comment, it will make you both flustered

It’s pretty rare for you both to be able to kiss for too long either as one of you ends up making the other laugh

More than anything else, you love the feelings that come with kisses and how emotive they can be

Jaehyun:

Jaehyun is the type of kisser who will always make the most of every kiss that he shares with you

He enjoys trying to and make each kiss memorable and stir up plenty of feelings in you to make your stomach knot

His favourite place to kiss you is your cheek as it’s the easiest spot for Jaehyun to be able to get to

He loves figuring out how kisses work for you, finding what works for you both and what maybe doesn’t so much

As well as that, Jaehyun loves to try and learn more about you and read how you’re feeling whenever you kiss him

There are plenty of lazy kisses from Jaehyun at night, especially when he’s cuddled up to you at the same time too

If you’re feeling down, kisses will usually be a bit of a reliance for Jaehyun in an attempt to make you feel better

There’s an excitement in Jaehyun whenever he can tell that you’re going for a kiss that just never seems to go away for him

Jibeom:

Jibeom is the type of kisser who uses kisses to try and deepen the connection between the two of you

If you’re venting or getting stressed, a kiss will be Jibeom’s way of telling you to just take a bit of a breath

His favourite place to kiss you is your lips, Jibeom especially likes if it he’s able to catch your smile too

He loves how special kisses are made to feel between the two of you, even just the smallest of pecks are bright

When Jibeom gets smart with you, you’ll usually kiss him to shut him up and mostly stop him from teasing you too

If you’re there to kiss him by surprise, that will be when Jibeom particularly treasures the kiss that you give him

During the times when he’s worried or fretting about work, a kiss to know you’re there goes a long way for him

Every single time the two of you share a kiss, it just seems to feel as if you’re coming a little closer together

Donghyun:

Donghyun is the type of kisser who will make the effort to kiss you and not starve you from any affection

Nothing tops being able to feel your smile against his when he kisses you as far as Donghyun is concerned

His favourite place to kiss is along your jaw as it means that Donghyun can trail several kisses against you

He loves when you surprise him and end up setting the butterflies off in his stomach when you kiss him

There’s an intensity quite often when the two of you kiss that can often leave you both feeling overwhelmed after

When Donghyun doesn’t quite know what to say, a kiss will usually be his way of communicating with you

Kisses seem to be the answer for everything for you both, happy, sad, confused, angry, they do a lot of talking

Knowing how easy kisses are for you both, they’re something that Donghyun will often take advantage of with you

Joochan:

Joochan is the type of kisser who uses kisses the most as a way of being affectionate with you and bonding with you

Each kiss from Joochan is both full of a lot of energy but also a lot of love and attention from him to you

His favourite place to kiss you is against your lips where he can try and tease you if he’s feeling playful

He loves to make you jump when he kisses you or appear when you least expect for Joochan to show up

There’s a lot of smiles and a lot of laughter in between your kisses unless the occasion doesn’t call for it

He quite likes to be the one controlling how much fun you have with a kiss so that Joochan can surprise you

If you do something that Joochan doesn’t expect, it often takes him aback and leaves him a little flustered

For all the fun he has with kisses, if you’re down, Joochan is more than capable of reassuring kisses too

Bomin:

Bomin is the type of kisser who can kiss like a switch, either being serious or just having some fun with you

There are plenty of passion in Bomin’s kisses, he loves to use them to be able to tell you how he’s feeling

His favourite place to kiss is against the top of your head as you’re the perfect difference between one another

He loves knowing that you’re enjoying yourself whenever Bomin kisses you, that’s most important for him

There’s a lot of enjoyment to be had when Bomin kisses you as you never quite know what to expect from him

You don’t mind being affectionate and kissing around others, but you’re not exactly show offs at the same time

Mostly because Bomin knows that the boys will tease him and get him back for when he teases them when you’re around

If there’s one thing that Bomin knows for certain it’s the fact that you can never kiss him often enough

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Masterlist

[thepixelelf]

that daeyeol mystery-solving ghost speaker with the ghost reader that one person made a poster for a while back? i don't remember if you already wrote that but it sounded cool

Ohhhh the fic that came to Bee @runawayfuture in a dream??

warnings: mentions of non specific death and murder

[speaker with the dead] When you go into CardSharp, it's much brighter than you expected. After all, hearing about a place that lets you talk to the dead doesn't exactly evoke images of trendy moss walls and chai lattes.

A combination café and séance business...strange, but you suppose there's a market for anything these days.

There's no one at the counter, but you see a silver service bell and a cutely decorated note next to it that reads, Welcome! Ring the bell to order!

Beneath the plain black ink, though, more words glow in a way you're sure only people like you can see.

To communicate with the living, enter through the door to the right ->

And so you do.

There's no one in this room either, which still isn't really as dark as you'd expect a room expressly for beyond-the-grave communication to be. It looks like a regular old break room. Two small couches with a coffee table in between, and a folding table to the side with an electric kettle plugged into the wall, some paper cups stacked next to it.

From a side door, a tall man enters. His hair is grey, but you suspect it's been dyed that way, since he looks around the same age you are. Were.

He spots you immediately, brows furrowed as he glances between you and the door you just came through.

"I'm sorry," he says calmly, in a please don't take this the wrong way kind of tone. "This room is off-limits to customers."

You cross your arms. "So you really are the real deal."

"Excuse me?"

"I thought those guys were totally yanking my metaphorical chains when they told me about you."

The man's confusion only deepens. "I don't know what you..."

"You're Lee Daeyeol, right?" you ask.

"Yes, but—"

"I heard you can talk to the dead."

He sighs through his nose, seemingly done with you walking in like you own the place. "Yes, I can. That doesn't mean you can just—"

"I didn't believe them at first, but now I do. It's obviously true. You're talking to me." You jut your thumb from your fist to point at yourself. "And I'm dead."

Daeyeol's jaw drops. For a few moments, neither of you speak, and the air is stale with silence.

Then he says, "You don't look dead."

"And you don't look like a shaman." You nod towards his t-shirt and cargo pants. "Why do you look so surprised? Don't ghosts come through here all the time?"

"I don't usually see them. Or hear them, either."

"What?" You cross your arms. "You literally said you can talk to the dead."

He frowns. "I can. Anyone can, there just needs to be a ghost around to listen. They just don't talk back."

"Then how do you know what they're saying?"

"I use cards to— you know what, that's not important." He takes in a deep breath. "How the hell can I see you right now?"

You scoff. "So you're saying you can't normally see ghosts? You've got to be the worst 'seer' in history."

He glares at you, and you shift uncomfortably under his gaze. It's not scary, really, but more curious. Like you're something in a petri dish under a microscope.

"Listen," you speak up, making him meet your eyes. "I came here because you apparently help ghosts move on to the afterlife or whatever."

He shrugs. "I try. What's keeping you here?"

"I'm not sure. My memories are foggy."

"That's not very helpful."

You give him a shrug of your own. "Well, I do know one thing."

"What's that?"

"I was murdered."

Daeyeol's mouth drops open once again, and the sight is almost comical enough to make you laugh. And when he finally speaks after another prolonged silence, his words actually do cause you to chuckle.

He slowly closes his mouth before saying, "You don't look murdered."

[tranquilpetrichor]

a heart that still beats

— when in the midst of despair, do you lose all hope?

synopsis: the year is 2080. in a world destroyed by climate change, there is only one hope left for safety, and of course it is one exploited by the rich and famous—make it to the airships that are fueled by oxygen on earth. unfortunately, you are neither, but you are a skilled mechanic who is separated from your companion by yet another flood.

lonely, bitter and lost, you eventually find a purpose in being the mechanic for 10 boys that have an ambitious plan to shut off the machines that fuel the cities above the earth, being welcomed as one of their own.

but this mission is their most crucial one, one that could cost them their lives. and as you think about your leader, daeyeol, you're inspired by his courage, but very nervous for the upcoming events to transpire.

cast: gn mechanic!reader x daeyeol ft. golden child members and mentions of sf9's youngbin

genre: sci-fi, dystopian!au, end of the world!au, loosely based on golden child’s ra pam pam mv, angst with comfort if you squint

wc: 6.6k (6,674)

warnings: mentions of death, gunshots, blood, flames, pollution, lots of cursing, reader cracks maybe one dirty joke (which is only dirty if you understand it), we get pretty existential here. lmk if i missed anything

a/n: reader has habit of calling everyone older hyung as that's what they've decided they're comfortable with (just y and daeyeol here), ignore the fact that it’s y on the banner LOL this is for aesthetic purposes. there's a few perspective switches near the end, and of course i always end up making the relationship ambiguous. also why is the plot so messy.. ugh i just want to get this fic out. yes this is the second time sf9 youngbin makes a cameo in my fics. i think daeyeol said he had no same age friends and i’m like oh wait who else is a 93 liner? so yeah, enjoy, because this took way too long to do.

[d-7]

you watched and gave a small nod of approval as your rc car (which jangjun had decided to name damdadi for some reason) wheeled across the tiled floor of the hideout. bomin and sungyoon were examining the oxygen tanks, but your main focus was on your tech.

ah, good. it works. and it's quiet too.

damdadi, like your other projects, was carefully crafted, because god knows you couldn’t afford to make any mistakes with your mechanical work—not that you liked to make mistakes with anything anyways. everything you did got a quality check at least twice.

nevertheless, you were nervous about whether the oddly-named damdadi would be able to complete its task of surveillance or not and with the lives of friends on the line, you certainly had no time to lose.

to the side, you picked up yet another rc car (bomin decided he'd name that one genie) and checked if it was in working order, because as a dear friend named youngbin had reminded you long ago, “it’s best to have backup plans in case any bullshit happens.”

"and bullshit will always happen," you finished the phrase easily.

as the phrase came into your mind, you wondered what had happened to him after a flood separated the both of you about a year ago—the occurrence of natural disasters was not uncommon, but that didn't mean it was any less devastating each time one occurred.

god, you remembered it so well. he had gone on a mission to gather supplies for your camp when the flood occurred. from the wreckage, you had emerged confused, tossed around like a ship lost at sea.

then, it turned into denial that he was gone, anger at circumstances you couldn’t have controlled, and then reluctant acceptance that you couldn’t find him. it wasn't like you couldn't survive on your own, but without someone to ground you, you'd be talking into a void of nothingness. still, you didn’t know if anything could fill the even deeper void in your heart.

youngbin said once to you, “loss is inevitable. remember jaeyoon? you know i would have done anything to save him, but i can’t control the fact that the soldier shot him in the damn chest, but i tried my best, and yet the feeling of not being able to save everyone fucking hurts. losing someone you love… ah, fuck. sorry if this was depressing. but if there’s anything i’d prepare you for, it’s that."

inevitable.

that word alone carried so much weight to it.

and from then on, you reminded yourself that nothing is permanent, not even the companionship of a friend. it’s the only way you got yourself through your separation.

after the flood, you were on your own for a while, trying to find youngbin. however, an annoying little shit named jangjun found you after you stole some supplies from a soldiers’ base. apparently he had the same idea.

after this incident, he took you back to meet the other 9 members of the crew you were part of now. although initially reluctant to trust them, you found their company to be likable enough. you assumed the role you always did, finding spare parts that could be repurposed as you always used to do with youngbin.

you knew youngbin and daeyeol were two separate people, but you couldn’t help but see one in the other and think that they might get along. thinking about the two of them together made things so much harder.

thinking about those days, you sighed. you couldn't believe a trip down memory lane could randomly be triggered by one glance at an rc car, but it would be unwise to stay there for too long. of course, you allowed yourself those brief moments of distraction in your memories, and then focused on the task at hand again. it was a reasonable way to live.

yes, you did miss those you had lost, but now was definitely not the time for that.

don't get too distracted. you have work to do. you have to keep going.

despite the gravity of the situation you were in, you couldn’t help but crack a joke in your mind about being good with your fingers as you fiddled with some more machinery. some things never changed, like your less-than-appropriate humor that either got you lighthearted scolding (from sungyoon and daeyeol, and of course, youngbin) or laughs from people who liked your occasional jokes (mostly jangjun, and surprisingly bomin too).

while examining a control panel, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder, which could only possibly belong to one person out of the group you currently lived with—lee daeyeol. he spoke with a gentle tone but it had a sense of authority. “could i talk to you for a second?”

mentally, you prepared for hell because whenever he used that familiar tone, he was being nice but definitely meant business and may the gods help whoever tried to get in his way. “of course, what did you want?”

he placed folded diagrams on the table. "i just wanted to check on your progress on that rc car, although knowing how fast you work i’m guessing you’re almost done. we've finalized a plan about how to shut off the machines.”

ah yes, he was talking about the machines of project aether, or better yet, a way for those with enough money and power to save themselves and leave the poor and helpless to rot. the act of using the oxygen on earth for airships to create a "paradise in the sky" for some while damaging the atmosphere down below made you scratch your head at the backwards logic.

it was starting to get a little sweaty in the room, and you fanned yourself with an old newspaper. "things are going well, dae. this rover should be ready in a few minutes for jaehyun and jibeom to take when they need it. better early than late. you ready to do this?"

he glanced at you, and let out a deep sigh, one filled with what you interpreted to be as deliberation. "it doesn't matter how i feel. this needs to happen soon."

as the leader of the group, daeyeol was required to handle many burdens and although you and the boys were usually with him, no one could never completely understand what was going through his mind. there was a special spark that was required to lead.

sometimes, you wondered how tired he really was, but he didn't like to show that side of him, always wanting to be the helper instead of the helped.

and of course, that reminded you of youngbin, which wasn't such a great path to take your mind to. so you'd put it upon yourself to move on from him, which you had done semi-successfully.

of course, he still had a designated space in your mind, no matter how hard you tried not to think about him.

you put down what you were working on to focus on daeyeol's words, knowing it wouldn't be good for your mind to go off on more tangents today. "alright then, let's go over the plan once more. i figure you want to run through it again. i just need to hear it too."

he nodded and opened one diagram, which you recognized as it was labeled project : aether (floor plan), with a picture of the air machine itself. you remembered researching machinery for that. he pointed to the spot where it said passcode entry point.

"because of you, seungmin and donghyun, we were able to get the password that controls the fuel source of the cities. as you know, we need to enter the password at that location in order to shut the machine off. but we're unsure of the exact situation with guards and their patrol routes, so we're going to send the rovers with the camera attached in order to assess it. the last thing we need is for there to be surprises we didn’t expect.”

he probably hadn't changed any aspects to the plan, but you asked for confirmation. "it's just you going, right?"

"yes. the rest of the group looked uncomfortable with the idea and as concerning as the idea of going alone is, i can't risk anyone else's life.” his lips set in a thin line. "and there's a limited supply of oxygen tanks, anyways."

you let out a humorless chuckle, knowing just how brutal it was out there. "dae, we're clearly not as selfless as you. no one asks to potentially get shot at by assholes in hazmat suits.”

not being able to hide your true thoughts, you quietly added, “and honestly, i’m probably the most selfish of you guys.”

out of the corner of your eye, you saw him frown. "now don’t say that, you help in your own way. you've been invaluable in developing the technology for this mission. remember, nothing goes unnoticed by me."

you still did get a little flustered whenever people mentioned your skill, and you brushed his words off with the lazy swipe of a hand. "oh, i can't take all the credit for this stuff. seungmin helped me a lot." the mentioned guy was currently fiddling with the screen on the wall to make sure it actually worked.

yeah, you knew you were decent at what you did, but it's not like you wanted the spotlight for it, preferring to remain behind the scenes most of the time. to put it simply, you liked working in the shadows and only showing up when necessary to report something.

"you sell yourself short, y/n," he said with an amused grin on his face.

"do i, dae? if you want, i could just start bragging about myself all the time."

he laughed, and oh, how you took the sound in like nourishment. true laughter was hard to come across nowadays, as a lot of things were. "now let's not jump between extremes, okay?"

you made a salute as if you were on some pirate ship. “aye-aye, captain!” damdadi was still turned on, and you maneuvered it next to daeyeol, just to demonstrate the functionality, before turning the power off.

“god, imagine being pirates. we’d be the worst pirate crew ever. imagine trying to wake up bomin and get him to do anything but sleep prettily!”

daeyeol shrugged. "well, i could probably use captain privileges to boss him around, anyways."

"as if! he listens to no one, especially you."

the two of you grinned, sharing a moment. there were times when you forgot that the air was polluted, the rich were assholes and food was hard to find—now was one of those times. it was nice to not think about that for a bit. you were aware however, that the cold reality waited around the corner like a gunman waiting to fire.

you rested your head on his shoulder, an action you had grown more comfortable with gradually after he told you it was okay to do it. it seemed to say a message without words, i don’t know what the future holds, but at least i’m here with you.

daeyeol closed his eyes and spoke his next sentence quietly. “hey, i know i told you guys i’d be prepared for anything and we're aware of how this might end. it might go badly. if i’m honest, it’s been very nerve-wracking to prepare for this. i just wanted to say that i will protect you guys. whatever it takes. i think we have a chance to end this once and for all.”

won't you protect yourself? won't you be selfish too for once? that's all i need. you thought, but didn't say aloud.

you, who never thought you'd shed a tear since getting separated from youngbin, who didn't like getting very sentimental in front of others, embraced daeyeol. "hyung, sometimes i wonder how people like you can exist, so full of hope and all that optimistic stuff. shit, i promise i don't mean it in a bad way, but...” you trailed off.

"it's hard to have hope, right?"

"you could say that."

from the moment you had met him, he had struck you as someone who wouldn’t give up. all of the group did, but especially him. to keep fighting, one had to think that things would get better someday. one needed hope.

he rested one hand on your shoulder, as if he were transferring his wisdom over to you merely by touch. “until the moment i die, i won’t stop having it. it’s the only way we’ll be able to keep pushing through. call me optimistic, but if there seems to be no hope, we have to create it for ourselves. i don't want live hopelessly knowing that i could have tried to make a better future."

you played with a screw in your jacket pocket. "hope's short in supply sometimes, i admit.”

“it is. but all you need is a bit of it to survive.”

you felt your chest rise and fall, acutely aware of your breath. if you really thought about it, it was dangerous to risk it all on one mission, a singular chance to get this right before the soldiers could wipe you all out.

but you thought of the boys you had come to know over months of time, and everything became clearer.

joochan deserved a chance to sing in air that was truly clean. donghyun would get to dance outside without fear of being shot. jibeom and jaehyun could simply mess around with the rc cars you and seungmin made instead of just sending them out into the dangerous world outside their base. most of all, daeyeol would be able to breathe easily (quite literally and metaphorically), after the mission was over.

and of course, you wanted to take that first breath of air with each and every one of them.

hope brought a world of possibilities to think about, so close and yet so far away. it would fuel you, so long as you believed it still existed—and although you didn't really consider yourself as much of an idealist as daeyeol, you needed to be, especially now.

you brought up your hands to your head, which happened to hurt a little, and his voice brought you back to the present.

“hey, y/n, you seem like you’re lost in thought. all good?”

as expected, he can tell what goes on with you.

“just thinking about our upcoming mission. can't help but stay awake...”

he frowned. “it's late, take a rest too. i can't let everyone else in the team deprive themselves of sleep. don't overwork yourself, y/n.”

and before you had known it, he left and came back with a bit of water he had saved. water was difficult to come across but the group was fortunate to have some, so you savored every drop you got to taste. “thank you, daeyeol.”

“always.”

although you continued working, you knew these coming days would be difficult, and later you finally decided to take daeyeol’s advice, eventually letting yourself slip into a dreamlike state on the smooth metal beds.

(you wouldn't have known anyways, but daeyeol glanced at you several times while you were asleep.

you'd be alright, he knew. still, it was nice for him to make sure. he smiled, and got back to work.)

[d-3]

the main room, with all 11 of the crew, wasn’t outwardly panicking, but it contained a nervous energy that simmered and quietly stirred everyone's feelings of anxiety. the crew always worked hard, but this particular week needed everyone's dedication, whether it was finding spare parts, to looking over diagrams, to last minute research.

despite these demands, you were impressed with everyone's resilience.

youngtaek shrugged his shoulders in an attempt to relieve tension. he turned on the medium-sized screen that was inside the hideout, which currently was connected to a phone you and seungmin had built together. "the camera works fine, i see the footage from it showing up.”

you sighed in relief. it was good to know that something worked.

"ow, my feet," jibeom interjected, as damdadi rolled over them.

"alright, thanks youngtaek!" jaehyun grabbed the phone from him and affixed it onto damdadi. he then gestured to jibeom. “come on, let’s go send the rc car to survey the terrain, before y/n does that annoying thing where they yell at us for using their tech all wrong.”

“okay well, you can't just use damdadi to run over jibeom's feet, we got a mission!” you yelled from across the room, where you were working on a drone.

jaehyun smiled innocently at you. "yeah, well it'll be fine and we'll get it done. i think we're very capable. or at least, i am—"

"hey, take that back!" jibeom glared at jaehyun. “i hate you."

the two continued to bicker like children. "okay. jibeom, just so you know, if the guards come and you run too slow, i will be leaving your ass behind!"

these two argue so much, it's almost as if i'm watching a tv sitcom.

"just go already, guys," you said, amused by their antics. "and don't die, of course."

“have a little faith,” jibeom whined. jaehyun laughed at him again, and with the turn of a knob, damdadi rolled to the door with them.

after they left, you went to talk to daeyeol, showing him a few of the drones you had made with seungmin. “i was thinking that i can use these to divert the soldiers' attention so that they're less likely to shoot at you. couldn't hurt, right?”

"hm, good idea, just make sure your drones take a different route to the location. you thought of me that much?" he added, lightly teasing you.

your cheeks warmed slightly, but you kept your face impassive. "well, precautions are necessary, are they not?"

he was serious, but you could sense a bit of amusement coming from him. "they are. you always think ahead, don't you?" and with that, he approved of your addition to the plan.

you let out a sigh of partial relief, and continued to test out another drone.

"just say you love him or something, because even i can tell." seungmin, who had been working next to you muttered this after daeyeol left to wake up bomin. he screwed in another bolt. "you might as well remind him before...."

he doesn't finish the sentence, but he didn't need to. the two of you looked at each other in understanding. survival was never guaranteed in a world as wrecked as this one. he looked away for a second and closed his eyes briefly before continuing to talk.

"never mind. anyways, let's just keep working—we're making good progress. after this, we'll have 4 drones to use. it’s always useful to have something that flies, i suppose."

you obliged, figuring it would be better to shut up and just continue doing what you were always good at—attempting to ignore anything not related to your job. but seungmin's words still lingered and you would do anything to get them out.

later, seeing a frightened jibeom and a tired jaehyun return with news that a soldier had captured the rc car was enough to make you quietly simmer with rage (it was precious technology, after all), but you were almost thankful for the feeling.

at least you still felt something.

[d-day]

this was going to be rather interesting.

lee daeyeol was not supposed to be scared—or at least, he was not supposed to show it. in fact, he was the one whom people looked to for comfort, strength, guidance, and sacrifice (even if no one would say it aloud). if he looked scared, it would set the tone for this mission. who would believe in them? in their cause?

so he shouldered his burden of shutting off the machines of project: aether with calm determination, trying to steady himself despite his accelerating heart rate and the vague feeling of the world swaying beneath his feet. “i’m going out the route we discussed. send the drones out a different exit and wait for the radio signal from me to go up. if something unexpected happens, only one of you should check first."

"got it. stay safe, hyung." sungyoon checked daeyeol's oxygen's tank one last time, sighing to himself.

daeyeol looked to you, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "do you have the ring?"

you wordlessly got up to grab daeyeol's ring from the table, and watched as he slipped it on carefully. the piece of jewelry was special for him, as it was a gift from a childhood friend he had kept for his whole life.

to him, it signified many things, but he could never deny the fact seeing the ring gave him hope.

your voice was soft yet full of conviction as you gave him words of reassurance. "stay strong. we'll be waiting. but even if you don't return, i want to thank you, for everything. i love you, in every sense of the word."

daeyeol closed his eyes. you weren't usually the sentimental type.

it was times like this where he found it hard to walk away. if he let his heart take over, he would stay safe with you against the harsh reality of the world. but he knew that first, he had to carry out his plan.

he extended his arms towards you, pulling you into a tight hug. "you as well, y/n. remember, i'll be with you, always."

he double-checked the levels in his oxygen tank, affirming that they were alright. now, it really was time to go.

"if you don't stay safe, hyung, i'll kick your ass all the way to the sky," jangjun yelled.

"got it," he said, a small grin on his face. of course jangjun would be the one to joke around.

and with that, he turned away, walking towards the entrance of your hideout with conviction. the doors opened, and he stepped out, leaving behind the people he loved most. it would be painful for him to turn around now, and so he chose not to.

at least, if he thought of his team, full of people he wanted to give the world to, he had something tangible to fight for.

as daeyeol left, the 10 of you stared at the door and no one dared say a thing, for fear of it being wrong, but a distinct sigh came from bomin, who could not hide his frustration as the youngest. that's when you knew it was time to do your part, just as daeyeol would do his.

slightly trembling, you got into position and used the camera on the one of the drones to help examine its surroundings and navigate it through the twists and turns of the hide out.

sungyoon, much to everyone’s surprise, stood up a minute later. “i'm not letting him do this alone. lee daeyeol, i swear if you go alone at this point.."

"take care, hyung," bomin said.

he nodded in response.

you buried your head in your hands. it's not like you needed his life at risk too. but sungyoon could be rather stubborn at times, and you weren't trying to argue with him at a time like this.

besides, it's not like he couldn't handle himself out there.

he went to grab an oxygen tank, put its heavy weight on his back, and exited the hideout. but with his running skills, the team knew he would catch up to daeyeol soon enough.

outside, the chemicals in the air gave the impression that everything was a fatal orange, the orange that burned from that pillar of fire daeyeol saw in the distance. it seemed like it would burn straight to his soul and consume him.

but daeyeol found he could run faster than even he anticipated, fueled by a fire of his own.

above the flames, the floating paradise of the rich taunted him, as if they were situated in the heavens and looking down upon people like him, those who couldn't make it up there with what they had in their pockets.

those who were left to perish amongst the ashes.

daeyeol kept going.

unbeknownst to him, sungyoon was making his way over, navigating past abandoned trailers and trying not to alert the presence of any guards—he was quite aware of their patrol routes now.

after a few minutes, he found daeyeol, whispering, “hyung. i’m here."

the older boy looked over in surprise. "now that i think about it, i'm not surprised."

sungyoon's presence had revitalized him completely, a blessing that he wasn't to take lightly. daeyeol gave sungyoon a nod of acknowledgment, and they headed for the passcode entry point together.

as they did, a group of 3 soldiers ran across an elevated ledge.

"we gotta go!" dayeol exclaimed, pointing upwards. they sprinted towards the tower that felt so close, and yet, was still feet away.

a bullet punctured sungyoon's oxygen tank, and the hiss of air leaking out could be heard.

shit, daeyeol thought. he needed to do something, and quick.

they took cover some medium-sized storage crates as he removed his oxygen mask and put it over sungyoon's face, transferring the tank as well.

then, covering his mouth, he ran as fast as he could towards the tower. only a few feet away the tower, the soldiers shot him in the back. and yet he ran, bleeding through his denim jacket.

he inputted the correct code into the security screen.

3-2-6-4.

as sungyoon rushed over to him, daeyeol pushed the lever to shut off the tower off with all of his remaining strength. the pillar of fire emerging from the tower's base shut off, and the smoke in the area began to dissipate.

"you really did it, hyung." sungyoon said, looking around in awe. he sat beside daeyeol. the older boy smiled back.

i can rest, at least sungyoon is fine. no one else had to suffer.

he blinked several times to try and stay awake as sungyoon took off his vest, pressing lightly against one of daeyeol's wounds.

a few minutes earlier...

back at the base, your body felt frozen, except for your fingers, which were the only thing moving. it was quite difficult to steer a drone with the intense weather conditions outside and turmoil within you. but this was your responsibility, and you had to carry it out to the end.

"maybe a little higher," you muttered to yourself as the drone continued to fly. there was a smaller phone next to you, which allowed you to see out of the tiny camera on the drone. seungmin, tag and bomin had drones too.

“i see guards.” seungmin said sharply. “oh wait, i think daeyeol and sungyoon are in the distance too.”

jangjun spoke up. "okay, i'm going up to the warehouse building. i just need to safely observe what's happening outside in case your drones go down."

"someone, hand him a radio! i only have mine." seungmin yelled. "and remember, keep yourself hidden."

donghyun gave the remote to jangjun, who thanked him and left the base quickly.

amidst the chaos, you continued to maneuver the drone, trying to stay in control. the guards appeared to aim their guns in the general direction of the tower, which was where daeyeol and sungyoon were headed to.

you knew the guards were mostly there to prevent people like you guys from shutting off all the technology rich people had paid for. disgusting and vile.

“ah, shit, gotta steer away from there,” you muttered, your hand grasping the right controller stick. the drone flew slightly off to the side, and from what you could make out, the direction some of the guns were firing in changed.

oh god. there's a ton of soldiers. damn.

in all honesty, what happened next was chaos. a few of the screens lost connection. on a screen that was still intact, you saw blood, or at least, you thought you did.

the world blurred around you, but then came into focus again, but you knew that you couldn't collapse, not now. thankfully, your bottle had some water left.

"something's wrong," you say, fidgeting with your hands.

"of course something is wrong!" seungmin said, groaning. "what the hell is happening?"

youngtaek observed the surrounding area through his drone, but soon he had to find somewhere to land it, making sure it was well out of view before doing so.

he groaned shortly after. "great, the camera on the drone is almost dead. but from what i was able to see outside, i can tell someone shot sungyoon and daeyeol as they were headed over. i don't think they'll be coming back soon," he remarked. "so, maybe three to five of us should go out and help. we'll need to treat any wounds."

"do we even have enough medical supplies for this?" you asked, your mind racing. you began to sort through the stuff in the emergency backpack, making sure you could pack as much as possible.

shit. are daeyeol and sungyoon going to die? damn it, those two—

your thoughts were interrupted because over the radio, jangjun’s voice resounded, loud, clear and... somewhat excited? “come. look outside. i can't fucking believe it! we’ll finally be able to breathe the fucking air! you gotta see for yourselves! oh my god... is this real?”

his voice got faint, so you assumed he was busy staring at the sky, and how could you blame him?

everyone looked at each other with shock and disbelief. it's been a while since you've stared out the windows of the warehouse, but whenever you did, it was always the same—a sea of orange and the menacing presence of security drones. seeing something different would be a relief, a sign that daeyeol had gotten the job done after all.

still, you didn't want to be get too excited.

seungmin spoke into the radio. "alright, be there soon, hyung, but we have to go check on daeyeol and sungyoon afterwards. by the way, stop cursing so much, you potty-mouth.”

you heard a crackling sound before he responded, “fuck no.”

ha, he certainly is something.

afterwards, you took the radio, greeting jangjun with a laugh.

"hey, jangjun! is the air really as clear as you say it is?" you said, rolling your eyes. "you get fired up so easily and exaggerate. how do we tell you're not just messing with us?"

jangjun sighed once, one of those sassy why-don't-you-listen-because-i'm-right type of sighs. "just look at the damn sky before you come out, okay? i took off my mask and it felt okay, but don't take my word for it. bring the surgical masks if you're really worried."

you shrugged. "we'll be there. but let's be careful."

then, talking to the rest of the team, you said, "help me grab medical supplies and weapons. once we meet jangjun and get outside, we have to make sure there are no soldiers or drones."

"alright, i'll go ahead with jaehyun to go check on daeyeol and sungyoon and give them necessary medical attention," youngtaek said.

you found a pistol and picked it up. "got it."

"found the surgical masks!" jaehyun exclaimed.

everyone headed out, feeling mixed emotions of fear and anticipation. bomin was by your side. “y/n, will it be okay?”

to be honest, you weren’t the greatest at comforting people, but you tried your best. he was the youngest, and although you knew he was an adult and could handle himself, you still had a bit of a parental instinct.

“i don’t know. i trust that they did their job. we can have a bit of hope, can’t we?”

“yeah. i guess we can.” his breathing became steadier, and you were grateful.

soon enough, you were ascending the steps of what used to be functional escalators. light shone through the tinted glass ceiling, so oddly colored and dirtied that it was difficult to tell what life was like on the outside.

jangjun was leaning against a column, his gaze turned towards a sky that was finally more blue than orange for the first time, devoid of the flame tower in the air that everyone had grown so accustomed to.

you walked beside him, quietly waiting for him to acknowledge your presence. while continuing to stare, he shook his head rapidly, as if trying to wake up from a dream. "i still can't believe it. damn. it seemed like yesterday that there were drones swarming outside the window."

you laughed. "believe what? that we're alive? that this stupid machine is off? that the sky is blue?"

"all of it."

it was rare to see jangjun's contemplative side, but it was certainly present right now. you weren't sure that you believed it either. maybe you dreamt this entire incident up too. unless anyone said otherwise, though, this was real.

you shrugged. "well, there's been crazier things in this world."

"you're damn right about that."

the crew talked quietly amongst themselves, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere that was established by the strange stillness outside the window.

"i think we should go out now." seungmin said to the group, still in a state of shock.

everyone walked out towards an outside balcony where people probably used to hang out long before you were alive. apparently there was a time when the outside air wasn't so dangerous.

as you stepped out of the building, you found a place to stand. after a few minutes, you felt comfortable removing your mask.

you took a breath in, slowly. then, you exhaled. surprised at how easy and yet difficult it was, you repeated the action. it wasn't perfect air—the atmosphere would probably never return to 100% normal—but it was certainly something.

you tried to spot the telltale red lights of enemy drones, but you couldn't find any, to your shock.

there'd be no point in sending them anyways, you surmised. the job's been done.

of course, your heart felt conflicted with the absence of sungyoon and daeyeol, especially the latter. you'd need to check on them soon, just to see how they were doing in person.

you leaned against a white ledge, alone with your thoughts for just a second.

it'll be okay. surely, they'll be okay, you thought, trying to be optimistic.

and yet, there was still a part of you that wondered if you would find their lifeless bodies. but even that would be better than not finding them at all.

that's highely unlikely, of course you'll find them.

you looked at joochan, who had found a place beside you. he was humming softly. the two of you weren't as close (hey, it was hard to get to know the ten others in your crew equally), but you knew he loved music and saw it as his life. through song, you felt as though you understood whatever emotions he wanted to convey.

"wow, i think i'm dreaming," he says, his words riding softly on the breeze. "i never really understood why people sang songs about blue skies until now."

you laughed, despite yourself. "you're not the first to think that we're dreaming. maybe we'll wake up in a few minutes. but for now, this is our reality."

you heard youngtaek's voice over the walkie talkie in your hand. "daeyeol was shot in the back, so he's our priority right now. sungyoon's not in critical condition, but he does have a few bruises and needs to rest as well. make sure you secure the area you're in—we'll let you know when we're done here."

conversation broke out amongst the group.

"why did he do this by himself again?"

"i can't believe it..."

"hyung, you really are crazy for doing this."

meanwhile, you tried to process the news yourself. you weren't doubtful of youngtaek and jaehyun's medical capabilities, but after hearing about this, you knew that it would take a while for him to heal.

you told the group that you were going to go check how sungyoon and daeyeol were faring while they finished scanning the area.

after crossing between a maze of storage crates and covering a long stretch of flat land, you finally made it to the base of the tall tower.

despite all of the hardships you had been through, the sight of the tower without a flame made you smile, even if just for a second.

you spotted daeyeol sitting on the stone floor, his back against the control panel and sungyoon beside him. jaehyun and youngtaek were busy giving them medical treatment. they were obscured on two sides by large crates, which was good.

you were glad sungyoon and daeyeol had survived, but you couldn’t stand to see them in pain, especially your leader.

it only made you feel like you had failed as a companion in protecting him.

first, you talked to sungyoon, who seemed to have a few bruises and was panting heavily, but otherwise, seemed to be alright. he stood up

"i'm glad the two of you weren't alone," you said to him.

sungyoon nods. "he says he can do things alone, and although it's probably true, i wanted to be by his side."

you think of youngbin, and how you lost him. the feeling of deep loyalty isn't unfamiilar to you.

"i... understand."

you wish you were still by youngbin's side.

"here's some water," jaehyun said to sungyoon. luckily, he was able to drink on his own.

next, you looked over at daeyeol, whose eyes were set in a solemn gaze.

on closer inspection, you examined blood trickling from several places in his body. you hated seeing him like this, wanting to give him whatever strength you had.

you approached him slowly, not wanting to overwhelm him. “hi, daeyeol. how are you holding up?”

his response came in slow, short sentences. “i'm fine, for now. need… water. it’s good... to see you, y/n.”

you pulled an extra bottle of water out of your bag and slowly poured it in his mouth. you weren't the medical authority amongst your team, but you knew it wouldn't be good if he was required to move, considering the fact that he had been shot.

“it's good to see you too.” you laid a hand on his shoulder and continued speaking softly. you wanted to envelop him in a bone-crushing hug, but you were sure there'd be time for that when he was fully healed.

when, not if, right?

“i know you're probably thinking about the next step in all this, but.." you hesitated. "let us take care of you a while longer. you've already done so much for us."

he laughed, the sound strained. "i won't do anything drastic, don't worry."

you sat down in front of him, fingertips inches away from his. suddenly, you were a little tired as well. "please, let me know if there's anything that you need.

daeyeol took your hand. "you're here... for me, that's enough."

the golden ring on his hand glimmered in the sunlight. he said it reminded him of many things—your team, as his duty as a leader, the memories you've all shared.

you had always been more of a realist. youngbin was too, accepting that things were the way they were, and taught you that there wasn't much you could do except try to survive another day and solve things practically.

but daeyeol taught you something too, that hope was something that could be cultivated, even in the face of struggle. you took a glance at your friends, feeling a weight lift off of your shoulders.

no, problems weren't going to magically disappear. wounds took time to heal. work still needed to be done. you could lose it all at any moment. it was scary, to not know what came after this moment.

but as long as you had a heartbeat, as long as you were alive, you could have hope, even if it was faint.

"yes," you said, gazing at the endless sky above you. "it's enough."

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[blossom-hwa]

5 Year Anniversary Drabble Game - Golden Child m.list

Will be updated as the drabble game goes on :) please let me know if any links aren’t working!

Requests are closed!

⭐  – fluff

💔 – angst

🌙 – warnings

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Reminiscence | slice of life!au | ⭐

→ Jangjun convinces you to take a vacation back home, where he shows you something you’d long forgotten. 

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The Earth Laughs in Flowers | slice of life!au | ⭐

→ On a rainy day that feels like the end, Jibeom finds a reason to smile. 

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Convenience Store Shenanigans | vampire!au | ⭐, 🌙

→ You go over to the supernatural convenience store to visit your vampire boyfriend, Donghyun. Shenanigans ensue. 

[multiwendi]

can i request a fluff prompt 15 + 25 for golden child’s daeyeol?

hello sweetie, here is your request! Hope you’ll enjoy it! ♡

15. "Did I say that out loud?" 25. "I saw that. You just checked me out."  

[03:32 p.m] Daeyeol trained hard as their comeback was coming. He called Y/N to come to watch him because they have not seen him for several days. She came in when he was doing a body wave, which she found too sexy.

"You should do this more often, especially when you are at home," she thought for herself, but something was wrong. Daeyeol stopped and turned around to see her. 

"What? Did I say that out loud?" she immediately covered her mouth, blushing hard. 

"Yes, you did. You little," he smirked at her, coming closer to her. 

"Hi, my handsome," she kissed him, smiling into kiss. He picked her up and spun with her.

"Can you teach me how the body wave?" Y/N ruffled his hair, smiling at him. 

"Sure," he kissed her nose. He laid her on the ground and showed her how to make the perfect body wave. She was struggling with it. Daeyeol stood behind her, watching her body move. 

"I saw that. You just checked me out," Y/N exclaimed, pointing at him.

"I didn't. I'm just watching you doing something like body wave," he laughed.

[pocket-scenarios]

Why Him? - Daeyeol

(Admin: Babyboiii, I just wanted to. write a Woolim ent scenario so people can like know I write for Golden Child and Infinite, I don’t think Dae is actually like this irl obviously, he’s v selfish in this & I am aware.)

“I’m sorry, but you know,” you trail off, “I like your brother,” you remind, Daeyeol nods pressing his hands together in between his legs.

“Why did it have to be my brother,” Daeyeol says with a small laugh looking away from you, “why does he always get everything,” Daeyeol mutters under his breath.

“He does have me,” you rush out, “I’m still your best friend before anything,” you mutter, “just because I like him, doesn’t mean he likes me,” you remind your voice getting quieter with each word.

“What if he does?” Daeyeol says softly, “can we not even be friends then?” Daeyeol’s words come out harsher than you’re almost certain he intended.

“I can get over him,” you say optimistically, your heart sinks a little, but it’s true you can, “you’re my friend,” you say softly, “I’ve known you longer,” you can feel Daeyeol’s eyes burning into the side of your face but you can’t bring yourself to turn towards him.

“Can you really do that?” Daeyeol hesitates, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

“Yeah, I can,” you say softly, “it’s just a crush,” you say with a. small whine letting out a forced laugh, “you, as my friend, are more important,” you say with a smile reaching over to pat his shoulder.

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[angelic-jeonghan1004]

[9:54 p.m] || Sungyoon

Request: can i request timestamp [9:54 p.m] with sungyoon + sweet kisses ?

I'm so sorry I'm getting to this so late I can't tell if I already did it and it's just buried and I never put it on my Masterlist or just completely forgot to but none the less here is this legit months or maybe a year late to which I’m so sorry but note I love you as one of my fave goldenness readers I hope you’re well <3

[9:54 p.m]

Sungyoon laid down with his arm propped up on the mattress that held his upper body up. You laid next to him, tucking strand of hair behind his ear taking the time to analyze his face for as long as you could. Your dear boyfriend got nervous under this form of attention so he decided to tease you in hopes your ears would turn as red as his. 

“You’re in love with me aren’t you? You cant stop staring”

“Oh shut up” You said with a small laugh starting to feel warm by the playful aroma. 

“Only if you kiss me” 

His *not so* annoying teasing had you unable to handle his flirty comment but you happily obliged. Slowly pampering his face with kisses all over his face that you were not less then a minute ago analyzing the same face.

[key201303]

Pairing: Golden child x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, summer AU, bad boys AU

Warnings: None!! (if there are any specific warnings, they will be made on each chapter)

Plot: You never wanted to go to a summer camp or a beach, making summer your most hated season of the year. But you couldn't say no to your mom's offer when she asks you to go to the most amazing city on the world with the best beaches. Unfortunately, the surfers and life guards in there might not be as nice as you expected them to be. But, aren't they nice because they just dislike you or is it because they're getting trapped on the bottom of the ocean because of your love?

A/N: So now that summer is unfortunately coming to an end and that I have this song as a damn anthem 🙂 Here I come with this mini seires to end the summer. It is highly recommended that you guys listen to the song if you haven't because it'll make you get a more immersive experience while reading and most importantly because it is a masterpiece ❤ Good point is that these boys decided to make this song in English so I'm sure it'll be easier for everyone to understand everything of the song and really get the vibe I want to give through this series ❤❤❤ I really hope y'all enjoy it, doesn't matter if you stan them or not ❤

P. S: If you still sleeping on them wake the fuck up and start stanning them, they deserve it, I promise you won't regret it 🤧🙏❤

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[babysubinnie]

team captain // choi bomin

🌟 pairing:: choi bomin x reader 🌟 genre:: fluff, angst, everything tbh, volleyball player!bomin 🌟 summary:: the boy that everyone was in love with. the boy that everyone thought was absoultely perfect, it turns out that maybe he isn’t so perfect. but that’s the reason why you loved him. wait-

a/n: i like this but i don’t know if i do u feel? ——————————————————————————

he was the star volleyball player that everyone thought was perfect because of his background, the way he played, just everything about him but the thing is, not everything about him was so perfect. i wish i didn’t have to find out this way but i did. i remember that day so clearly because i wish i never walked into the room at that moment. i wish i never had anything to do with the boy named choi bomin, the fucking varsity volleyball team captain. 

it all started last year when he finally became captain. every girl on campus came to watch him and only him. i was always forced to go by my friends, and it just so happened that one game changed my entire school life. i was on my phone because i honestly could care less about volleyball but when i looked up, he caught my eye. i wouldn’t stop watching him the entire rest of the game. of course i’ve seen him around campus, but i had to admit he was good looking. wrong. he was devastatingly gorgeous. at the end of his game, he looked up into the stands, made eye contact with me before winking. 

for the rest of the week i didn’t say anything to anyone about it because for sure it would cause chaos. as if bomin didn’t smirk or wink at me every time he saw me in the hallways. at first i thought it wasn’t me he was looking at but i soon realized that it happened every time he was near me. i didn’t know why he decided to choose me, but i didn’t hate it. no one had to know that though.

“y/n can you go get me my notebook for me please? i left it on the table during class.” mina smiled at me from across the room because she was in a zoom meeting and wasn’t allowed to leave the screen. i rolled my eyes because she made me get off my bed to walk all the way back to the lecture hall. 

“do you need anything else your majesty?” i scoffed when she gasped saying that she wanted me to bring food for her. when i walked over there, i put both headphones in playing a song that i was obsessed with for a while now, breathe by golden child. as i slowly walked up to the hallway, there was a professor causing me to yank my headphones out of my ears. i said hello then walked into the room but slowly walked back out when i saw bomin and one of our professors. we had three or four classes together and he would either sit in front of me, behind me, but never beside me. 

“just because you’re the team captain, and your parents pay for every major donation to the university won’t help your grades okay bomin? your grades need to rise because if they don’t, i don’t think volleyball is something you should be doing right now.” this professor was new, and she was very brave to be able to even say that to bomin. everyone knew that if you spoke back to bomin he would do anything and everything to get them fired. she wasn’t even a little bit scared. 

“i can just do better on the next test what’s the point of this?” when he replied, i hid around the corner of the door trying not to seem like i was eavesdropping on their conversation. i felt that i shouldn’t be listening to this, because it wasn’t something that i should have heard.

“bomin, if you don’t get your grades up, your coach is going to kick you off the team. i will find you a tutor.” she rolled her eyes putting her hand on his shoulder. my jaw dropped open when i realized what she had said.

“whatever.” he scoffed standing up putting both hands into his pockets and walked towards the door. once he stepped out of the door, he looked down to see me before taking a step towards me then when my back was facing the door, he took another step towards me backing me up against the wall. he leaned forward, his breath fanning my neck as he spoke, 

“if you say anything about this, i will personally come for you. got it love?” as he finished his sentence, before he walked away, i heard a faint click sound. i didn’t know what it was but i looked into the distance when he walked off. i didn’t think much of it and did what i came to do. 

that’s when everything went to shit.

“y/n, you have to get out of here. right now.” the entire volleyball team came running into my room except for their captain. sungyoon was packing my stuff off the table, while joochan was helping me find my hoodie and a hat. he put it on my head quickly before he continued to pace around the room to find something else. donghyun was picking up my bag, while jaehyun was grabbing my phone. i stood there completely clueless before daeyeol grabbed my arm, pulling me out of my dorm. 

“what the fuck is going on?” i looked up at daeyeol then turned around when i heard a huge thump. i saw that jangjun, joochan and youngtaek were all laying on top of each other groaning because they all tried to go through the door at the same time. 

“we don’t have time to explain right now, but just know that if you don’t leave soon, getting an explanation will be the least of your worries.” daeyeol shook his head putting his hand on my lower back pushing me towards the door of the dorm building. that’s when i realized why they were trying to get me out of the building. bomin’s “to be fiance”, and bomin’s mother were getting out of the car when we walked out.

“hyung i told you we shouldn’t have gone this way.” jibeom looked down mumbling under his breath before pulling me away from their eyes. well at least he tried. joochan stepped in a few seconds later telling me that he had it all under control. i looked up at him questioning what he meant. we continued walking which caused joochan to hang back to talk to jaehyun.

“boys! just the people i was looking for. what a coincidence.” his fiance giggled but narrowed her eyes at me when she noticed i was hanging out with the team. i mean i didn’t usually so i would be weirded out too. 

“who the fuck are you?” she scoffed walking up to me just as joochan smoothly jumped over seungmin who was tying his shoe laces. he slid his arm around my waist pulling me to face him completely. i looked up at him shocked at his actions then looked back at the girl. 

“she’s my girlfriend, who the fuck are you?” he mocked back at her before turning to laugh with jangjun who was making jokes in my ear about her to make sure i wasn’t freaking out. i looked back at him giggling at him when he was telling me that he had my back. 

“when’d you get a girl chan?” she laughed then rolled her eyes looking around to see if there was anyone walking out of the building behind us. she then looked at daeyeol crossing her arms, and scoffed. as joochan was about to reply to her she held up her hand to get him to stop talking. 

“okay no. i understand that you think you’ve got it going for you but i don’t think you should be bossing people around like you own the place, especially my man.” i shrugged walking out of joochan’s arms and up into her face. her jaw dropped when she realized i had just talked back to her. she took a deep breath with her eyes narrowed at me then held up her hand to shoo me away. 

“you’re irrelevant right now. daeyeol have you seen a bitch with bomin lately? apparently she’s been trying to slide in with my man.” she scoffed swiping on her phone to hold up the picture. i realized it was me. daeyeol gave me a side glance which gave me a message that i needed to get out of there. now.

“boys, let’s go. and we haven’t, but then again any ‘bitch’ hanging out with bomin is always better than the bitch in front of us.” jangjun scoffed then laughed when he was pushing joochan and i to start walking. we all started walking off, and when bomin’s mom and his fiance walked into the building, bomin showed up out of nowhere. 

“i’ll take her from here. thank you boys.”  he smiled at me holding his hand out to me. i crossed my arms refusing to take his hand but of course, all he had to do was grab my arm pulling me towards the side of the building where it was out of the sight of his mother and to be fiance. he put me up against the wall with his hands on my shoulders. he looked over my shoulder once before turning back to look at me. 

“thank you for playing along with the boys. if i went, it would have caused suspicion, so thank you.” he was genuinely thanking me. was bomin actually a nice kid? was he protecting me right now? he put his hand on my cheek caressing my cheek before looking me straight into the eyes. 

“well i didn’t know what was going on and i figu-” i started my sentence only to see that his eyes moved down to look at my lips. i bit my lip only to meet his eyes again. he kept his eyes on mine, and we stared into each other’s eyes for at least ten minutes, well it felt like ten minutes. then he spoke. 

“can i kiss you?”

[seungmoroll]

Running Man | Lee Daeyeol

Word count: 865

Genre: idol reader x Daeyeol, fluff and cute little actions

Requested: yes

A/n: thanks to the anon for send in this request, hope everyone enjoys it!

           This was not how you were expecting your day to go. When your manager had told you and Seokyung, a member of your group Eclipse, that the two of you were going to be guests on the show Running Man, you had imagined you guys running around doing ridiculous missions; and yes, that’s exactly what you did that day, except you didn’t imagine yourself being teased the whole entire day. All because of a certain person.

           In actuality, you couldn’t even shift the blame onto Daeyeol. It’s not his fault that HaHa, a senior that you happened to be close with, assumed that something was going between the two of you, which led to the other members and even Bomin and Seokyung to tease the two of you the whole day.

           It started during the introduction of the show, when your respective groups were introduced. You and Daeyeol were standing next to one another when HaHa had made a passing comment about the two of you looking good together. “Y/n & Daeyeol, you two look good next to each other.” The two of you make eye contact with one another and look away, feeling embarrassed.

           “HaHa, you can’t just say that.” Jaeseok scolded him.

           “But look at them,” he says motioning to the two of you, “You can’t say that I’m wrong.” From your side, you feel Seokyung playfully elbow you, causing you to bump into Daeyeol. He does nothing but give you a warm smile. “Look! Did you guys see that? Ey, is there something going on between the two of you?”

           Quickly, you shake your head, “No, this is the first time we’ve talked to each other, aside from greeting each other at music shows.”

           Squinting his eyes at you, suspicious of the two of you, HaHa says, “I’m watching you two.”

           When the 12 of you traveled to your second destination, the others had forced you to sit next to Daeyeol because you had been the last one on the bus and the seat next to him was the only one open. Once the bus had broken out into playful banter, you had pulled out some candy jellies that you had brought with you. Noticing Daeyeol’s stare on the candies in your hand, you offer him one. This action doesn’t go unnoticed by Jaeseok, who says aloud to the others, “Yah, it’s like these two are on an elementary date.” Of course, his comment has the two of your smiling from embarrassment.

           “Daeyeol, Y/n or Somin?” HaHa randomly asks him. It was common for the members to asks these types of questions, truly wanting to know who people would pick.

           “Y/n.” Response causes for the bus to erupt into cheers. You find their reactions ridiculous, but you can’t say they you didn’t like his response. “Okay, now Jihyo or Y/n? 1, 2, 3!” This time he says your name again. From behind him, Jongkook starts playfully shaking him around, “Yah, is Y/n the only thing in your mind?”

           “Okay, okay,” Jaeseok starts, “Y/n, it’s your turn, Kwangsoo or Daeyeol?”

           “Yah! How could you put me up against him?” says Kwangsoo.

           Before they even do a countdown, you respond, “Daeyeol,” and of course this causes for more cheers. “You guys, I think this is going to be the first time a couple was created here on Running Man!”

           From beside you, you thought you heard Daeyeol mumble under his breath, “Hopefully,” but you weren’t sure if you were just hearing things, so you chose to stay silent.

           After the final mission of the day, it was time to announce those who were receiving the penalty. It ended up being you, Seokyung, and Somin.  Before the three of you could be drenched with water, Daeyeol had stepped up and said, “Wait, I’ll take the penalty for Y/n.” His words shocked you, but made the others go crazy. “Yah, Y/n! If you don’t date him, I will!” HaHa screamed. You try to tell Daeyeol that he didn’t need to step in, but he refused to listen to you. Stepping up to take your punishment, Daeyeol braces himself to get splashed by the water cannon. When the water comes down on them, you instantly run up to Daeyeol and hand him a towel, which he gladly takes.

           Not being able to say anything else to him, you guys close out the show, and once filming had ended, you had told your manager and Seokyung to wait for you. Walking up to Daeyeol, you thank him for earlier, “Thank you, but you really didn’t need to do that for me.”

           “It’s fine, I needed to cool down anyways,” Daeyeol says, giving you a smile that leaves your heart fluttering.

           Before you could stop yourself, you blurt out, “Let me make it up to you at least.”

           “I think I know a way you can make it up to me.” You look at him curiously, waiting for his response, “You could give me your number, at least if you want to of course. I’m not trying to force you to do something you don’t want to.”

           Smiling at his directness, you respond, “I think I can do that.”

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[blu-joons]

When Another Member Teases Him For Being Sweet To You ~ Golden Child Reaction

Daeyeol:

He was busy in a world of his own as Daeyeol continued to prepare the boxes of lunches that he had on the kitchen counter to give out.

“One for me?” Youngtaek smiled as he walked into the kitchen and saw Daeyeol grabbing the fruit from the bowl.

“Absolutely not,” Daeyeol immediately replied, organising everything so that it fitted in the box. “These boxes are for me, and there’s one for Y/N too as she’s got a busy day today.”

A roll of the eyes came from Youngtaek, with a smirk appearing on his face too. “Is Y/N not able to make her own lunches?”

Daeyeol nudged against his side as he passed Youngtaek by, “she can, and she does, but I just decided that I wanted to do something nice for her.

“You’ve never done anything nice for any of us,” Youngtaek teased as he sat down at the table, “what’s Y/N done to you to make you such an adorable person?”

“Nothing, I just like being able to help her a little bit sometimes.”

“I’m sure that Y/N will appreciate this.”

Y:

He couldn’t sit still as Seongyoon twirled his phone around in his hand, constantly checking on it to see for any notifications on there.

“Are you waiting for something by any chance?” Seungmin asked him, watching Seongyoon out of the corner of his eye.

“I’m just waiting for Y/N to text me and let me know that she got home safely,” he explained, “I can’t concentrate on the game we’re playing knowing that she’s still out and about.”

The corner’s of Seungmin’s smile turned up as he met Seongyoon’s eyes, “that’s a proper boyfriend thing to do you know.”

A shrug of the shoulders came from Seongyoon in reply, “I’m just caring for her and making sure she’s safe, I’m not the only person who does that.”

“You’re the sweetest,” Seungmin smiled back across at Seongyoon, “if anyone tells you that you’re not an adorable boyfriend, you tell them that they’re wrong.”

“Are you being nice to me or trying to tease me right now?”

“Honestly, a little bit of both.”

Jangjun:

Several pairs of eyes were on Jangjun as he walked back into the dressing room, looking around and coming face to face with Jaehyun first.

“Do we even need to ask how Y/N managed to somehow get a ticket to come to the show tonight?” He asked him.

“I might have managed to pull a few strings to get her here,” Jangjun shyly admitted, “but I did it for me as well as just for Y/N, you know it helps me when she’s in the crowd.”

Jaehyun couldn’t help but chuckle back across at Jangjun, “we were told exclusively that there were no more tickets left.”

A shrug of the shoulders came from Jangjun as he sat down, “I guess they must have just found a space at last minute to be able to give Y/N a ticket.”

“Sure,” Jaehyun hummed, “or they were persuaded by a sweet boyfriend who was desperate to do something nice for their partner and convinced them to do otherwise.”

“Either way, I end up being a sweet boyfriend to Y/N, don’t I?”

“Of course, what you did is lovely.”

Tag:

As the conversation came to an end, Jibeom couldn’t help but scoff in response to Youngtaek finally falling silent around them all.

“Can we change the subject to something other than Y/N now?” Jibeom asked the group, “only one of us can gush.”

“I’ve hardly even talked about Y/N,” Youngtaek tried to argue, only to see most of the boys either shaking their heads or rolling their eyes. “Alright, maybe I’ve talked a bit.”

Jibeom’s eyebrows raised, still questioning Youngtaek. “We get that you’re all in love and obsessed with Y/N, but wow.”

A scoff came from Youngtaek as Jibeom dramatically rolled his eyes. “What’s wrong with talking about your partner and all the nice things you do together?”

“Maybe the fact that there are nine other people here who don’t want to listen to you talk about Y/N all day,” Jibeom suggested, “and that we have better things to discuss.”

“There is nothing better for any of us to discuss than Y/N.”

“That’s where we all disagree.”

Seungmin:

His smile was weak as Seungmin walked into the studio, late for the group’s rehearsal, feeling everyone staring across at him.

“What time do you call this?” Donghyun questioned, “you better have a good excuse for being this late Seungmin.”

“I was helping Y/N, her wardrobe broke so I stayed at her place to help her fix it back together,” he explained, “I couldn’t leave her with it all broken and not usable.”

A roll of the eyes came from Donghyun, “of course, we should’ve known Y/N would be the only reason for this.”

Seungmin’s head shook as he sat down, expecting the boys’ reactions. “I was in a tricky situation, be late for work and make you mad, or be nice to Y/N and help.”

“And obviously you picked the be nice to Y/N option,” Donghyun shrugged, “because you’re adorable to her, and yet for some reason you decide to be mean to all of us.”

“I’m not mean to any of you, don’t be so dramatic like that.”

“But you’re not as nice as you are to Y/N.”

Jaehyun:

As another yawn escaped from you, Jaehyun lifted his arm up, tapping his shoulder as you looked across to see what he was doing.

“Thank you,” you whispered, taking Jaehyun’s invitation and resting your head down on his shoulder to get some sleep.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Jaehyun told you, but your eyes were already shut, looking around to see Joochan staring back at him. “She’s had a busy day of meetings today.”

Joochan’s head shook as he watched the two of you closely, “I can’t believe how nice you are to Y/N, it’s strange to see.”

Jaehyun’s browes furrowed as he listened to Joochan, “why’s it strange to see? I’m a nice enough guy, but I have to care for Y/N just a little bit more.”

“It’s just all of the little things that you do for her,” Joochan softly smiled, “sometimes I watch you guys and think that I’m watching some sort of movie instead.”

“Who’s the besotted one in my relationship, you or me, Joochan?”

“It’s you, I couldn’t be as sweet as you.”

Jibeom:

You could steal be heard chuckling to yourself as you excused yourself from the room, leaving the boys alone for a few moments.

“I’ve never heard Y/N laugh as much as she does when she’s with you,” Bomin told him once you were out of earshot.

“Me?” Jibeom smiled, pointing to himself as Bomin nodded back at him. “Maybe we just have a similar sense of humour together, I’m not really doing anything to make her laugh.”

Bomin nodded back at him, “maybe sometimes you don’t need to do anything to do the nicest things together.”

Jibeom hummed in agreement, staring off momentarily. “That’s a good point, I mean you guys tell me I’m not even funny, but yet Y/N suggests otherwise.”

“I do wonder what’s wrong with her sometimes,” Bomin joked, “but it’s nice to see how well you get on together, the laughter that you guys have is infectious on us too.”

“Well, I’m glad that we can make all of you guys smile at the same time.”

“As long as Y/N is laughing at least.”

Donghyun:

As he joined up with the rest of the boys, Daeyeol couldn’t help but watch Donghyun as he walked across with some flowers.

“You’re not putting those in the dorm, are you?” He joked, bringing a smile onto Donghyun’s face as his head shook.

“They’re for Y/N,” he told him, knowing that deep down Daeyeol already knew that. “She’s had a rough couple of nights, so I thought that maybe they’d cheer her up.”

The smile on Daeyeol’s face turned up too, “that’s a lovely thing for you to do, I’m sure that she’ll love them too.”

Donghyun nodded in agreement with him enthusiastically, “I constantly see flowers over at Y/N’s place so I’m hopeful that these will do the trick.”

“Don’t worry, I know she’ll adore them,” Daeyeol assured him, “just like how she adores all of the other sweet things that you constantly do for her too.”

“You think that I do sweet things for Y/N all the time?”

“Of course, I mean look at you now.”

Joochan:

As Joochan appeared alone in the kitchen, several puzzled expressions from the boys at the dining table looked back across at him.

“Where’s Y/N?” Seongyoon asked, looking past Joochan’s shoulder to try and see you, only for you not to be there.

“Y/N’s still asleep,” Joochan told them as he grabbed himself a mug from the cupboard, “she had a pretty restless night, so I thought that I’d let her sleep in for a while.”

A hum of intrigue came from Seongyoon, “so, you were actually able to be quiet enough not to disturb Y/N this morning.”

Joochan shot a glare in reply to how surprised Seongyoon sounded. “I can be quiet when I want to be, especially when the person I have to be quiet for is Y/N.”

“Who knew,” Seongyoon continued to tease, “why do you willingly be so nice to Y/N, and yet you make the choice to be so horrible to all of us at the same time?”

“I guess I just like Y/N more, I mean I don’t think anyone can blame me.”

“Yeah, I guess you’ve got a point.”

Bomin:

You followed where Bomin pointed, thanking him for directing you as you felt his hand fall away from the small of your back.

“Aren’t you just so helpful?” Jangjun teased, coming up alongside Bomin after following behind you both.

“By showing Y/N where the toilet is?” A bemused Bomin asked him in reply, “I think I just did what any nice person would do for someone if I’m honest with you.”

Jangjun’s head shook back at him, “it’s not just this, but you’re just constantly stepping in when Y/N needs someone.”

Bomin shrugged, failing to see the big deal that Jangjun saw. “Would you prefer it if I just left Y/N to try and do all of these things by herself instead?”

“No,” Jangjun laughed, “I just mean that it’s so nice how you’re always there for her, I know you’re supposed to be, but you just seem to go above and beyond.”

“Well, I try my best for Y/N, what more can I do other than that?”

“And you’re doing a good job too.”

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[thepixelelf]

hi! so, i was rereading all the stuff set in the "hold me, heal me" universe, and i was wondering if you were thinking about having donghyun end up as red's "sidekick"/partner in crime-fighting? i'm imagining the power of a battle couple who are soulmates so they can heal each other as soon as they get hurt - they'd practically be invincible! (though they could also start getting really reckless since they know they could be healed right away, which could come back to bite them if they have to go out on their own... somehow that feels like something tag and his soulmate in this universe would do lol)

omg now that's an idea! I honestly think though that this au's Donghyun is not built for combat 😭 I think I imagined him becoming part of the scheme, but more in a support/backup way, mostly because he can't punch for shit lol. of course Red teaches him some self defence, but they also don't want him on the field lol they care about him too much. also in my imagination for this au, the soulmate healing is magic, but it's a rather slow process, so I don't know if Red and Donghyun would benefit enough from it to fight together. if two people who were already adept at combat were soulmates though 👀 they'd be a tough match for sure

idk if you want this but under the cut I'll put what I kind of plans I had for the characters (it's not all the members because I haven't thought that far)

Daeyeol and Sungyoon are both in love with the same person who is Daeyeol's soulmate but Sungyoon's partner (we knew this idk why I'm writing it). I had an idea for a small fic centred around pediatrician Sungyoon and his insecurities about being with someone who has a soulmate. it would be mostly about reader comforting him, but also I'd hint in there that Sungyoon actually knows Red's identity through Jangjun

(I can't really do that though because in Hold Me; Heal Me I explicitly wrote that Donghyun's the first one to see Red unmasked. I'd love to retcon that, but I feel like it's been published for too long :/ )

but if I did retcon that, Jangjun would be Red's best friend and "man in the van" except he's got a motorcycle because um Jangjun + motorcycle is hot. and Sungyoon would've been asked by Jangjun (against Red's wishes to have as few people involved as possible) to help Red when they're injured. this is why Red only went to Donghyun six months after finding out he was their soulmate. they didn't want to get him involved, but they got shot in a mission both Jangjun and Sungyoon told them not to go on. but yeah the team would be Red and Jangjun and occasionally Sungyoon

so not only is Sungyoon worried that his partner has a soulmate, that soulmate is also trying to uncover his friend Red's identity

also jibeom and jaehyun host a radio show that often talks about Red

no plans as of yet as per the rest of the members but you've kinda got me thinking... 👀

Thank you so much for liking this universe!! I love it a lot so ty!!

[tranquilpetrichor]

stream of consciousness

synopsis: where daeyeol gathers himself and spends some time in your mind.

cast: golden child daeyeol x reader

genre: angst, magical realism

wc: 783

warnings: mentions of bad family circumstances, death, very philosophical, existential

a/n: oh god this is so rusty help but the idea for this sorta popped in my head one day? and i haven't written for golcha for a while but liked the idea of characterizing daeyeol as someone's who's learned a lot but is also tired so enjoy.

relax. you've done this a million times. nothing to worry about.

at the edge of the chaos, lee daeyeol plunged his hands into the rushing stream.

the sensation he felt was cold and unforgiving, but necessary for his next task, for the stream itself was really a stream of consciousness. here, he could sift through one's thoughts, desires and dreams that all coalesced.

all he had to do was touch the surface of the water, and just like that, it began to reveal more of its depth, ebbing and flowing up ahead.

he supposed one could refer to this river of yours as a soul, as that stream of consciousness was synonymous with your mind. humans were nothing more than a mind with a body, anyways.

daeyeol waded into the turbulent water, knowing that his purpose was to look into your memories, try and piece together the mystery of you, and help another lost soul along the journey of life.

you needed something, but he wouldn't know what it was until he could understand you.

that damned thing called empathy persuaded him to take the route of kindness. one might call him a guardian angel, but he'd laugh bitterly.

he was no angel.

but not a devil either, he thought with a shrug. simply, daeyeol.

usually people weren’t aware of his presence at their river. he was everywhere and yet nowhere to be found, and that’s how he preferred it anyways.

of course, it’s not as if he was trying to be invasive, but the nature of sifting through people’s souls obviously involved digging into their personal lives, so daeyeol had learned to take the quietest path into the depths of their mind.

and he really tried not get too attached to those he's helped. it didn't always work, but it's a good principle (if such a thing even existed) to go by when dead and watching others live out their lives.

he walked further along your river, viewing thoughts flowing beside him, now at a slower pace than before, but permeating nonetheless.

not good enough.

i must do better.

i'm falling asleep.

this is hell.

it’s all hell to me.

there were flashes of memories: loud alarms, grades that were perfect, grades that were almost-perfect, open tabs on the internet, early morning drives, your current gpa, and notes on sheet music that blurred and eventually faded into blackness.

dreams? well, let's just say yours were hidden, secondary to your endless supply of thoughts. there were people in this world that didn't have the luxury for dreams, and let themselves drift to follow whatever path would please those around them.

you've accepted your struggles, daeyeol can deduce that much. everything coming from you felt resigned, almost eerily calm—as if you were firmly in the eye of the storm that was life.

contemplating his next motion, he decided to dip his hand in the water. a longer memory played out for him on a shimmering surface.

quietly, he watched your mom (that’s what he’s been told, but maybe she really shouldn’t have been a parent), yell at you. two of your siblings ran past.

"y/n. you should know that slacking off is unacceptable! i didn't send you off to a private school just so you could fool around with your friends. you have to be responsible.”

(daeyeol was sure hanging out with people wasn't all you did, there were also the honors courses and band and your tutoring job on top of that. and you still managed to keep a good gpa.

there weren’t enough hours in the day to do all of this. slacking off, his ass.)

you closed your eyes and maintained an impassive look on your face. he could understand why.

now honestly, between romance, illness, and the mundane moments of everyday life, he’s seen it all and as a result, wasn’t surprised anymore by memories that would have shocked him years ago. one might call it desensitization but there was likely a better word for it.

still, he closed his eyes as well. despite his generally calm demeanor, it’s not as if he didn’t feel sorrow and empathy deeply. it was quite the opposite—but he had to absorb all that emotion and remain the peaceful mediator that he was.

(that, and everything he was seeing reminded him of his own mistakes, of which there were too many.)

oh well. for better or for worse, the past, like many things, was dead, so there was no use on dwelling on it.

he left the stream soaking wet, but calm as always. at least he knew what you needed, and someone else could escape a cycle of misery and sorrow.

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[blossom-hwa]

Put Your Arms Around Me (I’ll Be Warm For Days) - DAEYEOL

so I once swore I'd never write a vampire fic yet here I am breaking that promise because I saw this post explaining that once you rescind your welcome to a vampire they are obligated to leave and then this just happened

god I already feel embarrassed just queuing this I'm so sorry

Pairing: Daeyeol x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, vampire!au

Triggers: mentions of biting like once? it never gets described

Word Count: 3k

In your arms, Daeyeol feels just a little more human.

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Spinning in the pouring rain, dreary gray clouds lining the sky with not a hint of sky in between, your laughter rings radiant in the air as Daeyeol watches from under the apartment overhang, umbrella closed by his side. A small smile lifts the corners of his lips, a smile that he no longer tries to hide – you know how feels. And though you haven’t given him a reply just yet, it’s a blessing nonetheless not to have to hide the love in his expression whenever he sees you free, happy, alive.

“Daeyeol!” You come running up, shoes squelching through streets already covered in a layer of water. Even as cold rain splashes and hits his skin, his smile widens as your wet face appears in his line of vision. “Come on, you stupid baby – just for a few minutes!”

“You’re calling me a stupid baby?” He scoffs in mock indignity, pulling you out of the rain. “I’m several centuries older than you, thank you very much, and I have more degrees than you will ever earn in your life –”

A wet hand hits his arm and your laughter rings again, music in Daeyeol’s ears. “And yet you’re still afraid of a little rain,” you tease, hand wrapping around his wrist. “How is it that you’re the immortal who’ll never get sick or tired but you’re also the one waiting out the downpour?”

“How is it that you’re the human who’ll definitely get sick and sniffly but you’re also the one dancing out in said downpour?” Daeyeol counters, shrugging off his coat. The chill strikes his bare arms but he ignores it, placing it over your shoulders. “You need a hot shower or you’re going to be sick all day tomorrow.”

“Hey, just a few minutes.” You beam at him, pulling the coat around you more securely. “Come on, please?”

He can’t say no. He never could, not when faced with you. Even though Daeyeol is a centuries old vampire and has seen enough of the world to make him lose faith in humanity multiple times (once quite recently), the sparkle in your eyes never fails to remind him that there’s still kindness, there’s still good, there’s still love in the world that might just prevail over all the bad. So he follows you into the rain and watches you spin under the showering droplets, arms held out wide (his coat is definitely going to need a long wash), and even as the cold air begins to seep into his already cold skin, he finds warmth in your laugh, warmth in your smile, warmth even in your chilly hand as it wraps around his fingers and forces him to spin around once too.

What wouldn’t he give to pull you closer, to bring your body right up against his so he can press a kiss to your rainy forehead, staring into your eyes as you gaze back with the same love that he holds for you? What wouldn’t he give to sway you gently in the downpour, water soaking your clothes as he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder and simply stays there, soaking in the love of someone he cares for with all that is left of his heart?

But with no reciprocation must come restraint, and after centuries of life (or death, depending on how he thinks of it), he’s well-versed in the skill. Daeyeol loves you and you know this, but he’s also made it clear that he will never pressure you into an answer, will never force himself onto you no matter how long he must wait. He’s lived for centuries. He can wait a little longer for a reply to his confession, be it favorable or unfavorable, as long as you allow him to stay by your side.

You twirl around, eyes squinted nearly shut with laughter. A few feet away from Daeyeol, you stop and turn back to him with a look simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar, unfamiliar in that he hasn’t seen it on your face, but familiar in that he has seen it on his when Joochan drew that portrait of him staring at an off-canvas you, the softest glint of love in his eyes.

Love.

Real love.

But this time in your eyes, not his.

Daeyeol’s breath stutters in his throat. Hope rises in his chest, makes him feel an artificial warmth in his cold face and if he were still human his heart would be fluttering, pounding, racing as he returns your gaze –

But the look disappears in a second, replaced by a much more familiar expression of simple joy and laughter as you tromp through the puddles to brush a wet clump of hair out of Daeyeol’s face. Your fingers, though cold, send warm tingles up his spine. “It’s not fun if you just stand there and let the rain pour all over you, you know,” you reproach, eyes sparkling.

Cold disappointment eats through the previous warmth in his chest but Daeyeol swallows it down. He was probably seeing things, probably projecting his feelings onto you in a way that wasn’t real. And even if he wasn’t, just because you feel similarly doesn’t mean you’re ready to say it just yet. No sense in hoping or probing.

Daeyeol allows his lips to tilt in a little pout. “I just don’t want you to get sick,” he says, braving a hand to uselessly wipe rain off your face. “Come on, it’s been a few minutes. You need a shower and I need to cook dinner.”

You grumble a little but the reminder of warm food convinces you to escape the rain. Daeyeol lingers behind slightly as you head into the apartment lobby, gazing wistfully at your back.

No. He shakes his head. This is enough. All of it is enough. It is enough that you allow him to stay, enough that you welcome him into your apartment every day even if you rescind the invitation at night. It is enough that you accept his feelings even if you need more time for an answer, treasuring the heart he’s entrusted you even if you’re not yet ready to offer your own. Because even though you’re the only one for him, the only one who’s made him wish his heart could beat not just for life but for love since he was turned so many centuries ago, the only thing that matters to Daeyeol is your comfort and your happiness.

For as long as a genuine smile remains etched on your face, Daeyeol can find peace in your joy.

. . . . .

His hair is still slightly damp from the shower when the clock strikes midnight several hours later and Daeyeol looks up from his perch on the couch, frowning over his glasses at the two clock hands that signal his time to leave.

You look up too, squinting over your laptop at the clock. Daeyeol takes the moment to focus on the way your eyes still shine through the tiredness on your face. It’s a far cry from the rainy exuberance you wore a few hours ago, but it’s just as beautiful in a quieter, softer way.

A smile spreads over his lips, wide but a little sad, too. With this stolen moment of silent admiration comes the knowledge that it’s time for you to rescind your welcome, for him to make the lonely walk up one floor to his own apartment, for him to slide between cold sheets that won’t grow warm because his blood doesn’t flow and attempt to sleep while imagining you in his embrace. The next day will come sooner the faster he falls asleep, Daeyeol knows, and the sooner the next day comes the sooner he gets to see you, but that doesn’t seem to compute when all he wants is to feel your warmth by his side.

“I should go,” he says quietly, closing his literature textbook as he stands.

You nod, yawning. The urge to walk over and kiss your forehead is almost overwhelming but Daeyeol resists, only reaching out to pat your head softly as he passes by. “Mm, it’s late.”

Do you lean into his touch? Daeyeol doesn’t know. You’re always careful with your actions, careful in a way Daeyeol wishes you weren’t however much he understands, but this time when Daeyeol touches your face, he can’t help but hope you might have leaned in slightly, just slightly, even if it was unintentional.

“Goodnight, then.” He stops at the door to put on his shoes.

“Goodnight, Daeyeol.” You smile, though your eyes glint with a little something that looks like a mix of worry and… excitement? “Sweet dreams.”

He lingers a moment longer, debating whether or not to ask you if something’s wrong. Worry isn’t exactly characteristic in your expression, and even less so is the mixture of anxious excitement burning softly in your eyes. But he stops himself. It’s late, after all, and if you still look the same way in the morning, he can ask then when you aren’t so tired. His other shoe goes on and he swings open the door, glancing back one last time as you wave from the table.

One foot out the door, then the other. Daeyeol begins to close the door.

Then his eyes widen and he swings it back open before he can even comprehend his brief thought.

You don’t look surprised when he stumbles back into the apartment, clutching the doorknob so hard he knows it’ll break between his fingers if he doesn’t loosen his grip soon. If anything, a little smile curves your lips, shy and anticipating but gleeful, too, excited and glinting with a warmth that Daeyeol recognizes from Joochan’s portrait –

“You didn’t rescind your invitation," he breathes. “Did you –” he swallows, not wanting to consider the painful possibility but forcing it through his mouth even as hope blooms vibrant and full in his chest – “did you forget?”

The second it takes for you to open your mouth is excruciating, but his patience is rewarded when shake your head and smile. “No,” you reply, standing up. Daeyeol can barely breathe as you step forward, closer, eyes sparkling. “I didn’t.”

You’re close, so close that Daeyeol would barely need to move to slide an arm around you, to pull you into his chest and bury his face in your shoulder the way he wanted to so badly in the rain. He could lift his head, press soft kisses to your neck and jaw and cheek, moving towards your forehead and nose and then your lips –

Two warm arms wrap around his waist and Daeyeol stops breathing for real. Your body presses into his and Daeyeol winces slightly, wondering how you’ll react when you feel the distinct lack of a heartbeat beneath his shirt. But you don’t so much as flinch, only look up with a slightly uncertain expression when Daeyeol goes rigid beneath your touch. “Is this okay?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes,” Daeyeol replies, voice slightly choked for breath. “Yes, it’s everything I’ve – just –” He swallows. “Is this what you want? It’s not… not just because of how I feel, is it?”

At that, your expression relaxes, worry melting into exasperated affection. “Of course not,” you murmur, arms tightening around his body. Daeyeol almost gasps at the muted warmth that seeps through his shirt, rushing up his skin. “I trust you. I should’ve trusted you a long time ago, really. You’ve only ever treated me with love and care. You’ve never done anything remotely threatening to me and…” You lift your head from his skin and look at him with shining eyes. “I don’t believe you ever will.”

He moves, then, arms curving around your waist with maybe a bit too much strength but he grants himself a brief reprieve from years of constant restraint, allows himself to bring you close, close, closer as he tucks himself into your warmth, closing his eyes in bliss as your breath tickles his skin. “You had every right not to trust me,” he corrects you, murmuring into your ear. “I don’t blame you. When a vampire shows up in your life and you catch him feeding, of all things…”

“Still, Daeyeol.” His name takes a new nuance, spoken from your lips with love. “You’ve never done anything to me or anyone, really, not on purpose. You’ve only been loving and gentle and kind, and I trust you enough to give you my love.”

To give you my love. Besides his name from your voice and your laugh, Daeyeol has never heard anything lovelier to his ears. “I’ll treasure it,” he promises, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. He delights in the little shiver that races up your spine. “Forever.”

“As I treasure yours.” You pull back, smiling wide. “Do you want to stay the night?”

. . . . .

Somehow, Daeyeol ends up in your room, sitting on the bed uncertainly as he waits for you to come out of the bathroom. He doesn’t really know what to do – actually, what will you be okay with him doing? Will you allow him to curl into your warmth the way he yearns to, or will you want to maintain some space?

Your voice startles him out of his thoughts. “Daeyeol, I’m not going to bite,” you say, looking slightly amused as you reach around him to pull open the blankets. “That’s your job. Come on, get in or I’ll make you get up to turn off the lights instead.”

Like a child, Daeyeol slides between the sheets, letting you drop them back over him before switching off the lights. The room descends into darkness lit only by a sliver of the moon through the window as you settle into bed next to him, pulling the blankets over you both.

An arm slips under him and Daeyeol almost forgets how to breathe again when you bring yourself closer under the blankets, resting your head against his chest. “Is this okay?” you whisper, voice tickling his skin.

It’s okay. More than okay. Much more than okay. So Daeyeol just nods, pushing away the urge to take off his shirt and feel your warmth directly on his skin rather than through his clothes. It’s your first night in the same bed. You’d probably be uncomfortable. “Yes.”

“Liar.” You shift in the bed, the moon illuminating your face just enough that Daeyeol can see the eyebrow you’ve raised. “Am I making you uncomfortable? I can stop if you want.”

Daeyeol shakes his head as best he can. “No, no. I just…”

“Hm?”

To hell with it. Daeyeol swallows. “When I’m not around you, I feel cold,” he says. For heaven’s sake, if he was a human, his cheeks would be burning. “But when I am, I finally feel warm. And I…” He sighs. “I’d rather feel your warmth directly, rather than through my clothes.”

“… So you want to take off your shirt.”

His ears would also be red. “Yes. But if you’re uncomfortable –”

“No, it’s fine.” Your eyes look a little shy but it’s too dark for Daeyeol to really tell. “Come on, make yourself comfortable. I’m fine with it.”

“Are you sure? I –”

“Daeyeol.” You look up to face him fully as you smile wide. “Yes. I’m sure.”

The shirt falls to the floor and you pull yourself close once more. Daeyeol sighs as your warmth seeps through his skin, sending pleasant tingles all throughout his body as he curls into you, closing his eyes in delight. “Thank you,” he murmurs against your neck.

“Of course.” You shift slightly and Daeyeol blinks, ready to adjust to whatever position you find yourself in, but you only level your face with his, smiling brighter than the stars peeking through the window. “Do you mind…?”

It takes Daeyeol a moment to understand what you’re asking but when he does, he doesn’t bother giving you a verbal answer in favor of kissing you, eyes fluttering shut in bliss as you press back. His arm falls to your waist, curving over your body and bringing you closer as his other hand rises to caress your cheek. You sigh into his lips, your own fingers reaching up to tangle softly through his hair.

You break away for air, then kiss once, twice, three times more before it feels okay to stop. Daeyeol blinks slowly when you pull away the last time. His hand is still on your cheek and he rubs absentminded circles on your skin, soaking in the way you lean into his touch, and in that moment, he knows he could spend centuries waiting for your lips if it meant he would feel them, warm against his own, just once in a millennium.

“I love you,” you whisper, breath soft against his bare skin. Your eyes are fluttering shut but you keep them open, barely, just enough for Daeyeol to see the loveliness of your gaze before you close them fully for sleep.

He curls in closer to press a quiet kiss to your forehead. You don’t flinch from his cold touch, only sigh briefly before allowing your lips to curve sweetly, gently, as your eyes close. “I love you too,” he murmurs, kissing you softly one last time before settling into your touch.

Your skin bleeds heat into his, makes him feel a little more whole, a little more full, a little less like a blank, immortal vessel for the first time in centuries. It makes him feel as though his heart could beat again, could pump blood through his dead veins and turn him human once more. But even then, even if it can’t, it’s okay. As long as Daeyeol has you, as long as he can love you fully and feel the warmth of your affection in return, he’ll be happy, happier than he ever thought possible since the day he was turned.

Daeyeol smiles, pulling the blankets more securely around you as your breath evens into sleep.

He already feels warmer.

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a/n: aah this was just a little thing i thought about while making pancakes last week ! i really hope you like it <3 pls keep requesting because this makes me infinitely happy :D ily so very much + i hope you’re having a lovely day/night !

word count: 680

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of food

pairing : lee daeyeol x reader

the faint smell of pancakes drifted through the door, left slightly ajar, a beam of sunlight finding its way to your closed eyes. awoken by the alarm of nature, you opened them lazily, the promise of sleep still weighing your eyelids down, while you used all your strength to pull yourself up. you swung your legs over the side of the bed, your feet greeted by soft slippers, as you mentally thanked yourself. bringing your hands up to rub your eyes, you sleepily pushed open the door, instinctively following the sweet smell. 

when you had finally opened your eyes fully, you realised that your feet had carried you to the kitchen. as your eyes adjusted to the light, you were met with a loving smile. it belonged to your boyfriend daeyeol, the love of your life, and it made your heart melt instantly. 

“coffee’s ready”

his voice was like honey as the words rolled off his tongue, so comforting yet still so endearing. 

you made your way over to the pot of coffee, carefully pouring it into a cup and setting it down on the breakfast bar. the fact that it was almost 9am and you weren’t in his arms made you restless. head cloudy with anticipation, you shuffled over to where he was stood in front of the hob, delicately shaping a pancake into a heart.

you ran your hands across his shoulder blades and down his back, finding their home as they wrapped around his waist, pulling your bodies impossibly closer. you nuzzled your head into the nape of his neck, your lungs drowning in the familiar scent of coffee and cinnamon, engulfed with thoughts of your perfect boyfriend.

he calmly turned around in your arms so that you could see his face, guiding them up to drape over his shoulders, as his own hands comfortably rested on your waist. a smile curved across his lips, so soft they were almost begging to be kissed, as he tucked your unruly bed hair behind your ear. you could feel the heat radiating from his skin as his hand grazed your cheek, making the tips of your ears glow.

as you intuitively leant into his warmth, his hand found its way to your hair. as he began to thread the strands through his attentive fingers, you hummed in appreciation, your cool hands travelling back down his chest. you tucked them under his shirt, feeling him wince at the sudden cold contact, while you leant back slightly to let your eyes trace his features.

you tilted your face up to meet his, giving him a small peck which left him with only the lingering warmth from your lips, before diving your head back into his chest, leaving him slightly dazed. he lightly squeezed his arms around your waist, letting his head fall gently onto your shoulder as he whined at the fleetness of your kiss.

you glanced back up as he lifted his head, meeting his chocolate brown eyes, before resting your gaze on his lips again; this was more than enough of a sign for daeyeol. he scooped you up in his arms, swinging you around as delicately as possible, before capturing your lips in an amorous kiss. his hand trailed up to the back of your neck as his grip on your waist tightened, closing any possible gap between your bodies.

his lips were like rain in july, an intense bliss and such an acute sense of comfort that no-one else could ever provide. you kissed him like he was the first taste of water on your lips after walking a desert, as if it was the last kiss you would ever share. 

you pulled away from his firm grip, letting your eyes wander back up into his. every breath you took smelled like cinnamon and you wondered how you had ever survived without his coffee eyes, filled with adoration as he studied yours. 

“god, how did i get so lucky?”, he asked, almost as if he had read the thoughts circling your mind.

“you’re telling me”, you remarked, your hands lazily travelling up his back as you nuzzled into his embrace once again.

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Golden Child Mafia Reaction : To their fiancée running away

Daeyeol

Daeyeol was coming home late, bloodied and bruised. The frequency of it was too much for you to bear. You were ready to leave any second. No matter how much you loved Daeyeol, you couldn’t bear the sight of him hurt. So one day you decided to pack your bags as he showered. Confusion was all over his face when he saw you with your bags

“I can’t do this anymore.”

And Daeyeol understood right then that there was nothing he could do to stop you. It might just even cause a bigger damage to your relationship. And decided to let you go.

He stayed silent, fearing what would come out of his mouth if he dared to open historical mouth. When he found his composure, he took one last look at you, just to see how drained you looked. His heart broke into pieces as you walked out of the door. But even after you left, he always kept an eye on you to make sure you were safe and it hadn’t gone unnoticed. So it was no surprise to you when you received his call one day.

“Another week and after that you’re coming home darling. I miss you.”

“I’m not coming back to you.”

“Oh, you will come back, willing or not.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m up for it if you are.”

You slam the phone down in order to calm down the growing heat of your cheeks. What you didn’t know was that Daeyeol was just a few feet away from you, chuckling at your reaction. And vowed to himself to be a better man for you so you never even think about leaving him.

Sungyoon

You didn’t even have enough time to plan your escape. You knew he would keep you captive if he need to. Whatever opportunity you got, you would have to use it to escape, and that’s all you needed. Sungyoon was out for business, when you decided to make your escape. You got your bag and shoved the nearest things you could find into it. But the timing was miscalculated. And you were caught while putting your escape plan into action. Sungyoon had walked into the room before you could even zip up your bag. Your body froze as he locked the door behind him.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?”

“I-I-“

Sungyoon walked leisurely towards you making you even more anxious about your impending doom. Sungyoon sat down on the bed and patted the space beside him.

“Come here.”

“No.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you wished nothing more than to run and hide in a corner. Sungyoon raises an eyebrow at your tone. Suddenly he was cornering your body against the wall.

“I wasn’t asking sweetheart.”

“Now you’re going to unpack that bag and sit on my lap till I’m done working. Understood ?”

“Bite me.”

If there was one thing that Sungyoon liked the most about you, was your obedient yet fierce personality. It was the very reason why he got addicted to you in the first place. His devious smirk was enough to make your body heat up.

“If you insist.”

Jangjun

No matter how much you were attracted to Jangjun, you knew he had a lot of enemies. So you decided to run away, even if it was the last thing you did. What you hadn’t expected was how difficult it would be without him around to keep you safe.

You had become paranoid to the extent that you wouldn’t leave your house for days sometimes. Not only because you feared what he would do if he found you but also because of the fear of his enemies finding you first. A few weeks later when you had finally managed to get a low key job, you decided to treat yourself to dinner thinking that you should celebrate your new beginning. Only if you had known what was to occur.

“Hey baby.”

You heard his voice before you saw him. Even though you had managed to stay low and eat in a shady restaurant, you were shocked to know that how calm he was being. You shakily looked up from your food and focused on the man sitting in front of you. Your face must have displayed your emotions before you could utter any word.

“Missed me?”

You managed to compose yourself and went back to eating. You knew you were doomed either way, so why worry. Atleast you could enjoy your last moments of freedom in peace. Jangjun chuckles lowly at your lack of response knowing well aware that you guys were in public.

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

He had leaned forward so he the conversation could stay between you both only. His eyes bore into your as they challenged you to defy him.

“You’re not taking me home for that.”

“Who said it had to be at home.”

The innuendo behind his words didn’t go unnoticed by you. You simply backdown in order to maintain your dignity before things turned dirty.

“We’re in public!”

“And I really don’t care. I’m trying not to fuck you senseless on this table.”

He stood up after his bold declaration and held out his hand for you to take. Even though you knew what you were getting yourself back into, but you could care less about it, especially as long as Jangjun stayed by your side. You had come to realize that you couldn’t live your life without him.

Youngtaek

You knew if you wanted to escape Youngtaek, you had to be stealthy. So you waited for the opportunity and gained his trust, enough to know about his whereabouts and schedules. And all that came into use when you successfully managed to escape the house. By the time Youngtaek understood everything, it was too late. Unfortunately for you his widespread connections were more powerful. And within a week you found yourself in front of him in his office.

In terms of fear, you were quite high up the level, because Youngtaek had been nothing but sweet to you so much so that you had to constantly remind yourself that he was one of the most dangerous Mafia leaders in the country. So you were worried about his negative reaction more than anything else.

“I trusted you.”

Youngtaek slammed his fists of the table and gave you the most deadliest glare he could manage. Not once had he raised his voice before, so it was no surprise when you flinched away. And as much as you wanted to stand your ground, you couldn’t do it because you felt guilty for betraying him.

“I surrendered myself completely to you, gave you everything, did everything you asked.”

“And this is what I get back in return, my fiancée running away from me.”

You heart broke at his words which were nothing short of the truth. He truly tried to be better for you. But you had been so blind to see the efforts he was putting in. Suddenly everything came crashing down and you felt his heartache briefly. He wouldn’t even meet your eyes so you feared the worst.

“Don’t give me that look.”

“Youngtaek, I’m-“

He stood still for a few seconds, thinking of what to say to you. But before you could apologize to him he walked by you and left the room without giving you a glance. Even though it hurt, you knew he didn’t want you to see him being angry. So in order to calm down and talk calmly he thought leaving the room was a better option. Which just made you feel even more guilty. And you decided to make it up to him and give this relationship another chance.

Seungmin

Seungmin received a call in the middle of the meeting regarding the sudden disappearance of his fiancée. As soon as he hung up the phone, he let out a loud sigh at your antics and ordered his men to find you.

He stood up from his chair and went to the window thinking about all the possible places where you could be hiding. He went back to work as he planned to make you regret your decision to leave him.

Soon you found yourself in the place you hated the most. Even though you always managed to disappear right under his nose, deep down you knew it was a matter of time before he found you. So when you saw him sit down in front of you with his freshly dyed blonde hair. Instead of screaming at you, he just throws his head back and let’s out a sigh. You could easily tell that this cat and mouse chase took a toll on him. You became anxious as the time passed by and broke the deafening silence yourself.

“While I do enjoy the silent treatment, I wasn’t aware that it was, I , who had done something wrong.”

You snapped back at him angrily. So when you received no verbal response, your anxiety went out the roof as you purposely babbled to rile him up. Abruptly he sighed and focused his gaze on you.

“You better shut that pretty little mouth of yours before I put it to work, princess.”

He stared at you for a few seconds and stood up. The next thing you hear is the door slamming shut but you could be least bit bothered about his whereabouts when he left you all hot and dazed by his words. Even though Seungmin had rendered you speechless you find yourself thinking some unholy albeit unnecessary thoughts about him. You prayed to God to give you enough willpower to make through and not jump on his bones.